The Stripper

A number of hands went up and Amy quickly settled on an enthusiastic young woman in the front row.

"It's a simple and obvious request but I'm sure it will be a popular one. Can James strip naked for us please?"

James' heart was in his mouth. There was no way he could bring himself to do that in front of a room full of perverted strangers. His only hope was that Amy refused the request.

"Of course, I think that's a great place to begin" Amy smiled "Does anyone have any requests as to how James should strip naked?"

Again, several hands leaped into the air.

"He looks a little shy" an older woman began after being chosen to speak "I'd like to play on that. It should be very obvious he is stripping because we told him to and not because he wants to. He should look embarrassed and try to cover himself as much as possible even as he removes the last of his clothing.

That certainly wouldn't require much acting from James. He would be a lot more than embarrassed if he really did have to strip. He would just have to do everything he could to resist whatever power it was that Amy held over him.

"Okay James, you hear the lady. Let's get you naked!" Amy grinned mischeivoulsy.

James stood up. He felt a little shaky. A wave of panic spread through his body as he knelt down and untied his shoe. Why was he doing this. He looked up at the audience who were all staring intensely at him. One or two seemed to be touching themselves a little.

James removed his shoes and socks.

He unzipped his jeans and started to remove them. He was already way outside his comfort zone. He tried to reason that if he were at the beach taking his trousers off would be a perfectly acceptable thing to do. But this felt different. This felt sexual and perverted. He could feel the crowd gawping at him even when he looked away from them. He could hear exited murmuring but couldn't quite make out what was being said.

His jeans dropped to the floor and he stepped out of them.

"Pause there please" Amy stopped there a moment. James desperately hoped she was going to stop this here.

"How are you feeling, James?"

"Awful. Incredibly self conscious and exposed" James cheeks reddened a little as he spoke.

"And how does it feel, knowing you are soon going to be naked in front of everyone in this room?"

"I hate even thinking about it. Please don't make me do it!"

There was a ripple of palpable excitement from the audience.

"As you can see, James is not an actor. This is the first time he has ever done anything like this and his behaviour tonight is purely down to the power of hypnotic suggestion and can be controlled in whatever way you wish"

The excited murmur became louder before Amy gestured for the audience to fall silent and turned back to James.

"Resume, please!"

James' t-shirt came off over his head revealing his well toned chest. He was now just wearing a pair of plain black boxer briefs. He could not explain or understand what it was that was compelling him to continue undressing. His every conscious thought was telling him not to but something else was compelling him to continue. It was as if he were fighting a losing battle with himself.

He turned around so his back was facing the audience and reluctantly lowered his shorts with one hand whilst using the other to lift his dick and balls so they were not at all visible from behind. He could hear the reaction of the crowd behind him now had a full view of his bare butt. Amy, stood in front of him had briefly seen his flaccid dick. This was all very real. James knew for sure now that the red haired hypnotist had complete control over him. He turned, fully naked and with both hands covering his modesty now, and faced the audience again.