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The Hypnotist's Spell - part 1
You’re sitting in a local theater with your friend, laughing and chatting as you wait for the hypnosis show to start. The room is filled with excited chatter, and you can feel the anticipation building around you. As the lights dim, the audience falls silent, and a tall, dark-haired man steps onto the stage.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” he says, his voice deep and mesmerizing, “welcome to my show.” His accent is hard to place, but it adds an air of mystery to his already charismatic presence. “Tonight, we will explore the depths of the human mind, and unlock secrets that you never knew existed.”
As he begins his performance, you find yourself drawn in by his words. He speaks with confidence and control, moving seamlessly from one participant to another as he demonstrates the power of hypnosis. You watch in awe as people on stage cluck like chickens, dance like ballerinas, and even forget their own names.
“Now,” he says, scanning the audience, “I need a new volunteer.” His gaze lands on you, and your heart skips a beat. I don’t know, this whole thing seems kind of hokey. But before you can protest, your friend nudges you and whispers, “Go for it!”
Reluctantly, you raise your hand, and the hypnotist gestures for you to join him on stage. As you walk up the steps, you feel a mixture of excitement and nervousness wash over you.
“Come, sit down,” he says, indicating a chair in the center of the stage. You obey, and he begins speaking softly, his words slow and rhythmic. “Close your eyes and take a deep breath.”
You do as he says, feeling yourself relax more with each exhale. His voice is like liquid gold, flowing over you and lulling you into a trance-like state.
“Now,” he continues, “I want you to imagine that you’re in a classroom.” Your eyes remain closed as images of a school start to form in your mind. “You’re sitting at a desk, and the teacher is standing in front of the room.”
As the scene unfolds in your head, you realize that the teacher is none other than the hypnotist himself. He’s wearing a tweed jacket and glasses, and he’s writing something on the blackboard.
“You’ve been a very naughty schoolgirl,” he says, his voice stern but seductive. “And you know what happens to naughty schoolgirls, don’t you?”
In your mind, you nod, feeling a shiver run down your spine. The teacher steps closer, his presence dominating the room.
“Yes,” he says, his voice low and dangerous. “Naughty schoolgirls get punished.”
Without warning, he reaches out and lifts your skirt, revealing your lacy red thong. A gasp escapes your lips as you feel his fingers trace the edge of the fabric.
“I’m going to give you a spanking,” he says, his voice cold and authoritative. “And you’re going to take it like a good girl.”
Before you can protest, you feel his hand come down on your bare bottom with a resounding smack. The sting is sharp but strangely arousing, and you bite your lip to keep from moaning out loud.
“That’s right,” he says, spanking you again. “Take your punishment like the naughty girl you are.”
With each smack, your desire grows stronger, and you find yourself arching your back, presenting your bottom for more. The audience is cheering and laughing, but you’re lost in the haze of pleasure and pain.
Finally, he stops, and you feel him lean in close to your ear. “Now,” he whispers, his breath hot against your skin, “go back to your seat and awaken from the trance.”
You blink a few times, feeling disoriented and confused as the audience applauds. Your bottom is sore, but you can’t help smiling as you make your way back to your friend.
“How was it?” she asks, her eyes wide with excitement.
“Unbelievable,” you say, still trying to process what just happened. “I’ve never experienced anything like that before.”
As the show comes to an end and the audience begins to file out of the theater, you feel a tap on your shoulder. You turn around to see the hypnotist standing there, his gaze intense and unwavering.
“Come with me,” he says, taking your hand and leading you backstage. Once there, he pushes you up against the wall, his body pressed against yours. “I’m not done with you yet.”
Without warning, he kisses you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth as his hands roam over your body. You moan into the kiss, feeling yourself surrender to his control.
He breaks away from the kiss and looks into your eyes. “Tonight,” he says, his voice rough with desire, “you’re mine.”
You blink in confusion as the audience applauds. Jared guides you backstage, where he continues their roleplay as teacher and naughty schoolgirl. As they engage in foreplay, Jared uses his hypnotic voice to deepen YN’s state of arousal, making her more susceptible to his commands. He introduces sensory deprivation by blindfolding her, heightening her other senses and making her more vulnerable to his touch. Throughout the chapter, there is plenty of dialogue between YN and Jared as they engage in their erotic roleplay. Jared uses his deep, mesmerizing voice to issue commands and reinforce YN’s submissive role, while also using suggestive language to heighten her arousal. The characters continue their dynamic of dominance and submission from the previous chapter, with Jared as the dominant hypnotist and YN as the submissive subject. However, as they engage in more intimate activities, the power dynamics shift slightly, with YN finding pleasure in her submission and Jared enjoying the control he has over her. The chapter ends with Jared bringing YN to the brink of orgasm through his hypnotic commands. As she surrenders fully to the experience, she realizes that she’s completely under his control, setting up the next chapter for further exploration of their relationship and the erotic possibilities that come with hypnosis and submission.