Henry the Hypnotist

Despite what some people may have you think, hypnotism is not magic. It's a skill and an art. Technically, anybody can learn how to do it. Of course, anybody can technically learn how to throw a football too, but that doesn't mean they can play in the NFL. The same goes for hypnosis. As for me? Well I'm the quarterback at the Superbowl. Metaphorically speaking of course, I'd only consider myself slightly above average when it comes to sports. No, my sport and career is hypnosis.

Its a very hard thing to learn. For one thing, anybody who knows how to do it will usually keep it to themselves to avoid some rather unseemly questions and attention. For another, societies have a strange penchant for destroying and burying any sort of true collection or history of hypnotic techniques and skills. Probably because when somebody gets good at it, they can get into a lot of mischief. Like me, for example.

My name is Henry Belkin, in case you were curious. I first found out about hypnosis near the end of my third year of college. I was doing a research project for one of my upper level psyche classes when I stumbled across an ancient compendium of hypnosis techniques buried away in the back of the old library on campus. The librarian did not even know how it had ended up in there, as it was not listed anywhere in their records. From the amount of dust I had blown off of the old tome when pulling it out from behind the shelf, I wouldn't be surprised to learn that someone had simply hidden it back there and forgot decades ago.

I took the book home as a curiosity, and casually skimmed it in my free time for a few weeks. For a book that I assumed to be just a bunch of kooky snake oil techniques, it had a surprising amount of detailed instructions and notes about how to get started trying hypnosis. I don't know why, but something about the way it described the skill just clicked with me. I won't bore you with the details, but the basic summary of hypnotism is this: You can't make somebody do something they would not otherwise be willing to do.

That being said, people are willing to do a hell of a lot more than they would honestly admit to themselves. Believe me, I've seen it.

As a young and rambunctious college student, naturally the first thing I tried to use hypnotism for was as a party trick and to get laid. There were a few dozen of us at a friend of mine's house for a mid-semester celebration to blow off some steam when I tried it for the first time. Four of us were drinking and chatting in the back, and I had singled out an old classmate from freshman year named Amelia. I had always thought she was cute, and that night she was wearing a short black dress and heels that had caught my eye. I bet her five dollars that I could hypnotize her into giving me her underwear without her noticing, and she ended up agreeing to the bet after some needling from her two friends.

I could not even imagine half of what I would eventually learn how to do with hypnotism at the time, but even then I still had an innate knack for the skill just based off of what I had learned so far from that book. I led our little group out to the deck for some more quiet and privacy and then got to work. Hypnotism is equal parts subliminal influence, mental manipulation, distraction, and some complicated neurophysics that I still don't fully understand. As far as hypnotizing Amelia that night though, things were much more straightforward.

I pulled out an old quarter I had tied to a string and held it out in front of her. I told her to focus intently on the coin, thinking of nothing else but the spin and the sound of my voice. Amelia and her friends all giggled at this stereotypical schlock, but she played along. The coin spun rapidly in front of her eyes as she focused, and I began to speak in slow, repeating phrases about relaxing and opening her mind while I emphasized each sentence with a snap of my fingers. After thirty odd seconds of this, I could see Amelia's eyes dilate slightly as she began to really focus on the spinning coin. The door now opened, I stepped closer and began to whisper in her ear, still holding the spinning coin and snapping my finger to emphasize each phrase.

Her friends leaned in closer at this, trying to pick up what I was whispering, but if they could hear anything it probably would not make any sense to them. I did this for another sixty seconds, slipping my words and triggers into her open psyche and letting them subtly take root. When I was finished, I snapped my fingers a final time and yanked the coin back into my hand. Amelia let out a little gasp, and quickly looked around in surprise.

"Woah!" She laughed. "That was cool, it was almost like ASMR or something."

"Or something..." I grinned as I stepped back in front of her. "Now, Amelia, be a good girl and give me your underwear."

Amelia laughed incredulously and shook her head. "Alright alright, nice try." As she spoke, she kept looking at me, but she bent over slightly and began to slide her fingers up the sides of her legs, lifting her skirt as she did. "I'm not gonna lie, you almost had me there for a moment!" As she spoke, her hands reached her hips and her fingers casually hooked around the waistband of her black, lace panties and began to tug them down her thighs. "I almost thought you were going to whisper me into a nap!" She giggled, bending over to step out of her underwear before standing back up to nonchalantly hold them out for me. Her friends looked at her and me, eyes wide with shock and scandal.

"Well I'm glad I didn't knock you out! That would have been embarrassing." I grinned and plucked the panties out of her waiting hand.

She smiled back, and then looked down to see her panties now dangling from my fingers. Her brow furrowed in confusion for a moment before she suddenly seemed to twitch in shock and look back up at me with eyes wide as saucers.

"Oh my god!" She gasped incredulously, covering her mouth with both hands as she giggled with embarrassment and wonder.

Her friends thought that Amelia was in on the prank, and she loudly protest her innocence and insisted it was real. I offered to do the same trick to her friends but they politely refused. With the show over, we all started to go back inside but I got Amelia to hang back for a moment.

"What if I told you I could hypnotize you into coming home with me tonight?" I had asked with what I hope was easy confidence.

She raised an eyebrow and laughed.

"I'd say that would be a hell of a lot harder of a trick!" She smirked playfully.

I grinned back and leaned closer to whisper in her ear.

"What if I told you that I already did?"

For the record, I had not. Half an hour later though, Amelia still left the party with me and came over to my place. It might surprise you to learn that being charming and attractive is almost as useful of a skill to have as hypnotism. It helps a lot with the latter too.

Things quickly got hot and heavy, and we were soon making out on my couch. Before our clothes started coming off though, I convinced her to let me try a little more hypnosis. She was already a bit intrigued by what I had managed to make her do back at the party, so she agreed. I pulled out the coin again and leaned in close.

Because she had already opened up her mind to me earlier, it was much easier the second time to slip in a few more hypnotic suggestions and commands. A good trick for all hypnotists to learn is to put in a few backdoors and triggers into someone's mind the first time you hypnotize them. It makes dancing over their psyche so much easier the next time you try. Thirty seconds later, I was snapping my fingers again and Amelia sucked in a quick breath as she came out of the little trance.

“So what did you do this time?” She asked with a coy little smile.

“Sit on my lap and I’ll show you.”

This got another incredulous laugh from her, but she gave me a mischievous look and simply said, “Okay.”

She moved over and slid that pert ass of hers into my lap and raised an eyebrow at me.

“So what happens…what…oh wow what the hell…” She let out an incredulous laugh that trailed off into a little moan as she began to slowly rock her hips into the quickly hardening bulge in my pants.

According to that book, manipulating people's senses was supposed to be one of the harder hypnotic skills to learn. If the author of that old tome could have seen me then, he probably would have been flabbergasted that I managed to do it the first night I started trying out my hypnotic abilities. I thought it was a fairly straightforward mental manipulation at the time. Basically, I inserted a command in Amelia that my dick would make her nerve endings feel an incredibly pleasurable tingling sensation when she touched it. Even between our layers of clothes, just sitting on my cock was enough to make her partially feel it.

When those clothes finally came off though, Amelia really started to feel it. By the time we had finally collapsed into sleep, still sweating from exertion, I had lost count of the amount of times that woman had orgasmed. She had been like a woman possessed the way she had straddled and rode me. When I eventually spun her around and took her from behind, I was afraid that she might actually pass out from how often her hips bucked up against me as she came. I gotta say though, there are very few ego boosts as gratifying as making a woman come so hard she temporarily loses the ability to speak. Even after we fell asleep, I woke up multiple times to Amelia unconsciously pressing her rear back into my crotch and moaning in her sleep.

That night had been my first real world experience using hypnosis. What had been a passing curiosity for me up to that point had suddenly become an incredible reality. As I laid there in bed with Amelia, there was no doubt in my mind that I was only just getting started. I knew right then and there that my life was about to get a whole lot more fun.