The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Hypno-show”

from an plot idea from Tyzer

“This guy has the hottest club act in town right now,” said Amy, “and you owe me a night out. I choose this.” She stuck out her tongue playfully.

“But come on, a hypnotist?” Mike said. “I mean, that’s like worse than a lounge singer.”

“He’s supposed to be different.” Amy turned to the mirror and started applying her makeup. “Carmela said he was hilarious, and it got Juan so hot they were barely able to get home before he was all over her...”

“Ah-HA!!!” Mike pointed and stamped his foot in mock accusation. “Now the truth comes out! You don’t care what we do, you just want my body!”

Amy laughed, smearing her lipstick. “’Ah kettle thou art black " sayeth the pot.” She wiped at the stray red spot and continued, “anyway, It still sounds fun.”

Mike relented. They finished getting ready and drove to the show. Parking was a bear, and getting into the club even harder. Amy gave her name to the man in front, and after a check of the reservation list, he waved them in. Mike was amazed. “What can this guy be doing to draw a crowd like this?”

“You’ll see...” Amy hinted.

This was weird. Since when has Amy been so into hypnotists? He scanned the room. It was interesting. It was almost all couples about his age. In some cases both looked very excited, in some only one of the pair did, the other looked as disinterested as he probably looked, but he didn’t see any pairs where neither knew what to expect. He could just imagine that a similar conversation to his took place in all these other cars and bedrooms, one member assuring the other it’ll be cool...

Mike and Amy shared a couple drinks as they waited for the show, and that helped make Mike a little more relaxed. “Maybe this’ll be fun.” He thought, and waited quietly with Amy, who was also surveying the room. Soon, the lights dimmed and out came a fellow about Mike’s age.

“Hello, everyone, my name is Harry, but my agent has informed me that if I have the slightest chance of making it in this business, I need to refer myself as...” drumroll... “THE AMAAAAZING HYPNOOOOOOO!!!!” The volume increased and the reverb kicked in, so he sounded like he was yelling from the bottom of Echo Canyon. The audience broke into a mix of laughter and applause, and even Mike joined in. “Oh, so maybe he’s just a comic making fun of hypnotists or something, this could be cool.”

“Okay, enough of that, let’s get started.” Harry waved to the left wing and four people, two men, two women walked onto the stage and stood before four chairs. Some light music started playing, and Harry talked to them each of them asking their names, like they were on a gameshow.

“Okay, you’ve met our friends, let’s start.” One by one, he touched them at the back of their necks and they dropped into the chairs behind them like puppets with cut strings. The reaction was so sudden, the audience gasped almost in unison. Amy was transfixed, and Even Mike found himself interested.

“Now, these folks have been put into a deep trance, and soon we’ll start to see how much they’ll be willing to do for us. Who shall we start with?” He held a hand over each subject, and judging from the applause, chose the female with the larger breasts. This pleased Mike immediately.

“Stand up, Pam” said the hypnotist, and she rose slowly, her eyes still closed. “Okay Pam, it’s very warm in here, very warm, have to take your shirt off or you think you’ll melt...” She reacted immediately, pulling her top off, exposing a tremendous pair of breasts. Light applause greeted this, followed by embarrassed laughter. The suggestion seems to have hit her hard; she was already sweating, her chest shiny with a light layer of persperation. “Good Pam, much cooler now, more comfortable.” He stroked her hair, and she seemed to relax. Now, when I count three, your body is going to feel numb. You won’t be able to feel anything below your neck...you’ll be ale to see and hear, but the rest, just fuzzy numbness...understand?” Pam nodded mutely. “Good girl, and 1....2....3!” As he hit “3”, lights above the stage flashed briefly, making everyone blink. “Nice effect,” thought Mike. Pam didn’t look any different, but Harry looked at the audience with a proud grin.

“And there you go! Totally numb!” After a silence that should have been filled with applause, his face fell. “Aw, you need proof, don’t you? Oh, okay...buncha cynics...” The crowd laughed, and he turned to one of the men onstage.

“Stand up Bill.” Bill rose. “Bill, open your eyes, still asleep.” His lids fluttered and looked around. “Hi Bill, having fun?”

“Yes, sir.” Mike wondered why he called him “Sir.”

“Okay, Bill, the crowd needs proof. Go play with Pam.”

“Yes sir.” He walked slowly over to Pam and began squeezing her breasts slowly and sensuously. Mike suddenly watched with interest. Pam stood unmoving, unaware of the activity below her neck. Bill seemed rather disinterested as well, he had two handfuls of prime choice, and he was as uncaring as a eunuch at a dancer’s retirement home. Mike was impressed. These people must really be way under, he thought.

“Harder” said Harry, and Bill grasped the nipples and squeezed. His hand were visibly quivering, so firm was his grip at the girls’ red aureole. She stood unmoving. The same placid face. “And stop”, and his hands dropped to his sides. Pam’s nipples were red from the squeezing, but she hadn’t even twitched. Everybody applauded. That was impressive indeed.

“Okay, Bill, sit down. Pam, you’ll feel no discomfort when you wake up, not even a bruise, okay.” Pam nodded. “Bill, down.” He returned to his seat and sat down, his head lolling down to his chest. Pam stood calmly. “Pam, come over here.” He led her over to one end of the stage. Pam, you’re beginning to feel a little stiff. Your body is turning to plastic, Pam. Do you understand?” You could see Pam was trying to nod, but it was becoming a chore for her. “On three, open your eyes. You won’t be able to move, you’ll be a mannequin, on pose in a fancy department store. One, two...and three”

Pam’s eyes opened. She jittered once, and stood stock still. Harry made a few moves in front of her eyes, she didn’t flinch, or even blink. “Okay, let’s finish the job...” he said, and as some light music played, he undid her pants, pulled them down, and in a precarious balancing act, lifted one of her legs, sliding the pants away, and repeated with the other. Pam stood naked before the crowd, immobile and uncaring. Harry waved to the wing, and a pedestal rolled in, a metal rod rising from the center, ending in a sort of small saddle. He positioned the pedestal, lifted Amy and sat her on it. A little posing of the arms, primping of the hair, and she was indistinguishable from a plastic dummy in a window. Well, she was naked, and Mike had never been aroused by a mannequin before...he crossed his legs in embarrassment. Amy noticed and snickered.

“Shall we try something else?” The audience encouraged him on; Mike as well. “Okay, Carrie and Ted, up.” The other two people stood up. Harry looked to the audience. “Guys usually don’t need a suggestion for this...Ted, undress.” Ted began stripping immediately, to the laughter of the crowd. “Told you.” Harry winked, more laughter. “Carrie, shirt and pants please.” Carrie also undressed, stripping down to...hat looked a leather jockstrap arrangement. Mike was REALLY enjoying this... Amy was actually rubbing her crotch.

“Now, let’s try some kinky stuff. Ted, a hard-on please...” Ted had already stripped naked, and upon command his member swelled and stretched to an impressive full attention. The ladies in the crowd applauded, the guys laughed. The hypnotist looked down at the erect member and gripped it firmly. “I don’t think you need this cock any more, Ted...I’m going to remove it.” He opened his hand and pulled away, the member sliding through his fingers. But when his hand pulled away, Ted’s erection fell, and began to recede as if he were in a cold pool. In a few moments, his genitalia has drew back almost to nothing. Ted stared ahead, uncaring. Mike was impressed at the level of control this guy had. He applauded with the rest of the crowd.

From behind one of the chairs, Harry pulled out a rubber dildo. “Here it is, Ted.” Ted looked down at the member impassively. Harry walked over to the still-standing Carrie and attached the rod to the harness she was wearing. He laid Carrie’s hand on it, and she began stroking it absent-mindedly. The crowd was just amazed. He turned to Ted again. “You know what to do, Ted.” Ted nodded. He padded over to Carrie, knelt before, and began to wrap his lips around the rod.

Amy grabbed Mike’s hand. He squeezed it gently, but neither turned away from the scene. Ted’s head bobbed up and down on the cock, and Carrie began to breathe heavily, as if she felt the action. As they continued, Harry turned to the audience. “Happy so far?” The applause was thunderous. He bowed a few times, and continued.

“Now, I’ll admit something to you. I worked with these people a little before the show; that’s why they went under so easily. But hypnotism doesn’t always have to be that hard. As a matter of fact, I’m going to show you how easy it can be with the help of someone in the audience. Any volunteers?

Mike didn’t think anyone would volunteer, after seeing how easily this guy made people jump through hoops for him...

“Ah, thank you madam, a round of applause please.”

Mike started to look around for the person when he felt movement to his side. “Amy?” he asked as she rose and made her way to the front. She looked at him with a “why not” look on her face and walked up on stage. What the hell, he thought, and applauded with the rest of the audience.

“Thanks, dear. What’s your name?”

“Amy”

“Ladies and Gentlemen: the AMAAAZING AAAAMYYYY!!!” Volume, reverb, and applause, and Amy turned beet red.

“Okay, okay... Amy, we’ve never met before, right?”

“That’s right.”

Harry started stroking at Amy’s shoulders and arms to help calm her down. The flush to her face faded a little as they spoke. “Have you seen the show before?”

“No, I haven’t.”

“Having fun?”

“Um, yeah...” she giggled and blushed again, and the audience laughed with her.

“That’s good, that’s good. Last person that came up wasn’t having a good time, I had to put him under and tell him he was.” More laughter, more stroking. “Now, Amy, I want you to watch my eyes, and listen to me, forget all these other people, forget everything, just me and my voice...” Amy looked at him as he spoke. “All you need to do is relax, there’s nothing to this, all you’re going to do is relax, and the more you relax, the easier it will be to go deeper...

Mike looked around. The audience was silent. This was like going behind the curtain at the magic act, and they all wanted to see the secrets. Mike was amazed. He turned back to watch too. The girl on one side hadn’t moved, he could barely see her breathing. The guy was going down on the woman like he was born to it. And this guy was...hypnotizing his wife... It was like he was in a Fellini movie all of a sudden. He watched Amy. Her eyes were fixed on the hypnotist’s, her brow furrowed. His voice had dropped to almost a whisper, his words almost merging into a drone...

“very good Am, just watch and listen, relax and listen. Your arms heavy, your eyes heavy, hard to keep them open...just relax...counting down to sleep, 10...starting to feel drowsy, 9....a little hard to thin now, not a problem, just watch and listen...”

Amy looked funny, like she’d been awake for hours. Mike couldn’t turn away...“5...those eyes are so hard to keep up, just let them droop, 4....the head dropping forward, just let it go...3 almost asleep now...2...”

Amy’s head was on her chest, her breathing deep and regular. As harry continued, Mike thought, “Where did 8,7,and 6 go?” He...couldn’t remember them.

“And 1.” Amy collapsed forward, Harry catching her in his arms. Mike was amazed. Harry lowered her into another chair that had...just appeared, Mike didn’t see it brought out.

“Amy?” Harry leaned down to Amy’s face.

“Mmmmmmyes?” Her voice was thick and husky. And DAMN sexy.

“Amy, you’re hypnotized. How did you like it?”

“Good.”

“Do you like how you feel?”

“Ysss...”

“I’m glad. We’re gonna play some games now, okay?”

“’kay.”

“Stand up, Amy” She rose slowly. “Can you sing?”

“A little.”

“Well, I think you can sing very well, Amy. As a matter of fact, when I touch your belly button, you’ll sing a song, and everybody will see how good a singer you are. How about, ‘Twinkle twinkle?’ that’s a good song.” The audience started giggling. Whenever I touch your belly button, sing ‘Twinkle Twinkle’, and then forget you’ve done it, okay?” Her shirt ended above the waist, her navel was easy to see and reach.

“Okay.”

“Great. On three, eyes open, but still asleep, okay? 1.2...and 3.”

Amy blinked and looked around. The audience applauded, she looked confused.

“Just ignore them, you’re doing great. How you feel?”

“Good. Are you going to...”

Harry tapped at her tummy lightly. Amy’s eyes went glassy.

“Twinkle, twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are...”

Mike and the crowd laughed and clapped, Amy snapped out of her daze.

“...do anything to me?” More laughter and applause.

“Yeah, I am, Amy, just wanted to make sure you were okay...” The audience was almost in tears. He tapped the back of her neck, and her head drooped forward again.

“Are you enjoying yourself Amy?”

“Yes.”

“Good. We’re going to try something new, but first...” he wheeled toward the audience... “STAND UP!!!” he screamed.

The audience was laughing. Mike didn’t realize why, until he realized he was standing up. He looked around. Two more guys were standing also, equally confused.

“No need to panic, fellas, I just figured we had a few more candidates by now.” The audience laughed. Mike waved to his fans.

Harry came down to the audience, visiting each guy. “Let’s see, usually the guy with the biggest hard-on by now is the best candidate...” One of the other fellows covered his crotch and blushed. When harry reached Mike, he asked “Wasn’t Amy sitting here?”

“Yeah, she’s my wife.”

“Oh, ladies and gentlemen, we have a WINNER!” Harry led Mike to the stage and the audience went wild, whooping and clapping. Mike didn’t resist.

“Okay Mike, you wait here, I’m going to try something here. " Mike stood and waited. Around him, the subjects were doing what they had been told...and he was going to be one of them, he thought. And against his initial opinion, his erection got just a bit larger at the thought. Harry talked to Amy again. “Amy? Listed to me. You are the greatest hypnotist in the world. You have the power to bring men to their knees for your pleasure. Do you understand?”

Amy inhaled deeply, as f the idea had excited her. “Yes.”

“Do you know how you will hypnotize them?”

Amy reached up and cupped her breasts in her hands. “Yessss...”

The audience looked excited. Mike looked about ready to faint. Harry led her over to Mike, who stared at her. “Standing before you is your subject. On three, okay? 1....2....and 3.”

Amy’s eyes snapped open and she looked at Mike. She didn’t have a glimmer of recognition in her eyes. She viewed him as...prey. That’s what the look was. Mike was amazed.

Amy looked at him goggle and then pulled off her top and opened her bra. The audience was too shocked to react. Mike was transfixed. She cupped her breasts and pointed the now rock hard nipples at Mike. “Gaze” was all she said. His eyes looked down, and he found he couldn’t turn away. His head was swimming, and the blood rushing in his ears drowned out everything else but her voice. She spoke in a flat drone, guiding him to relaxation, then to sleep, then to a deep, deep trance. Yes, he thought, I will obey...I will...

And then the lights went up and the audience was applauding like mad. Mike looked around in a daze. Amy stood beside him, also looking like she was just waking up.

“Thanks a lot, folks, for helping out. Here’s a gift for each of you for your assistance.” A young woman cam out carrying two small gift bags. The groggy couple took them and smiled. The audience was giggling now, and as Mike looked in his bag, he knew why. His eyes must have done one of those cartoon bug-outs, because in the bag was...a pair of underwear. HIS underwear! His hand shot to his inside his pants, and sure enough, he had no drawers on. Amy was obviously holding a similar gift, as she reached for her breasts and blushed. The audience was howling, now, and Mike and Amy didn’t know what to do. Harry patted them on the back, thanked them for being such good sports, and guided them back to their seats.

Mike and Amy couldn’t stop talking about what had happened to them. Mike filled Amy in as far as he could, but after she started in on him, they were both in the dark. She called Carmela the next day and agreed, it was a great show. That night, as they readied for bed, the phone rang.

“Hello?” said Amy as she picked up the receiver. After a pause, her face went slack. Mike looked at her, confused. “Yes...yes...I understand.” She hung up the phone and walked towards Mike.

“So who was it?” Her face was blank and placid. She opened her shirt and held her breasts.

“We are needed for tonight’s performance.” She began to speak, and Mike began to fade...