Recruitment Drive

It has been a while since I had a dream to write about here, but this one was fun.

So there's this cafe in the bus station. It's a nice place. I was sitting at one of the tables, and two young women were sitting beside me.

I managed to catch their attention. They seemed interested in me. I didn't talk about me at all. Maybe that was it.

Just out of curiosity, I told them I knew of a little trick. They'd seen fidget spinners before, but they weren't prepared for a fidget spinner hypnosis induction, with the spinner acting as a spiral.

So I set it spinning while the women watched. I let them know that as the blades of the spinner slowed, their minds would also slow; and when the blades stopped, so too would their minds, and they'd drop into trance.

And that was exactly what they both did, gazing at my fidget spinner.

So I instructed them that I would bring them out of trance shortly, only they'd feel a bit of a pull to go back into a trance, like a weight drawing their minds down, and also I told them to forget that they'd seen the spinner in my hand, and it would be as if I was showing them my spinner for the first time.

When they came back, I could see that they were slightly less alert than they had been before. They seemed surprised when I brought out my magic fidget spinner, and sank straight back into trance without hesitation, deeper than the first time.

This time, when I brought them out, the pull to go back into trance was even stronger. their eyelids were half open. This time, they reacted as if they hadn't seen a fidget spinner before in their lives. Trancing them was so easy; you could have just snapped your fingers and they'd have gone down.

So I fractionated them a fourth time; and this time, they responded to the world as if they were on morphine. This time, when I put them into a trance, I knew that they would not be coming out of it until I was done giving them instructions.

Which I did.

I made sure to give them an anchoring trigger, to drag them right back into a deep trance with a single word; and a couple of other triggers to enjoy. Then I brought them up out of trance, with no memory or awareness of having been in a trance, and they came back into the room as if only a few seconds had passed.

One of them got up. She was apparently off home. I activated one of the triggers. Instead of going home, she headed over to the store next door, and came back with a lighter and a packet of cigarettes. This apparently shocked her friend, since the woman didn't smoke. Neither did she, but when I activated her calibrating trigger she, too, went into the store to come out with something she'd never normally buy.

I told them they could smoke them outside, and they got up to come with me. Both of them had kind of forgotten that they had intended to go home.

The alarm went off, just as they were climbing into the back of a taxi with me.

President

I had been invited to come to the White House. President Obama was impressed by my hypnotic prowess, and wanted me to offer tips. He offered a lot of money, and funnelled enough funds into bank accounts that everybody in my family would be taken care of for the rest of their lives - so I got a passport (someone put pressure on the Home Office to speed up the bureaucracy) and went.

It turned out that Barack was a fan of tumblr. He greeted me, surrounded by Secret Service agents, in the Oval Office, and his first words were:-

"Hi. I like your shoelaces."

My response, of course, could only be:-

"Thanks. I stole them from you."

Cue a dozen standard issue Secret Service pistols aimed at my head.

"Clearly, Mister President, you will need to hire people who have tumblr accounts,' I respond, calm as a Bond villain.

So the Pres asks me to demonstrate my abilities. I ask if any of the Secret Service agents have been to Hypnotic Erotic of late. The President indicates an Agent Shaw, a diminutive female MiB. Should that be WiB or FiB?

Anyway, I go up to this Agent Scully and ask her "Have you been to Hypnotic Erotic?"

"Yes," she replies, "but I can't actually remember much."

I ask her permission to come close to her. I whisper a trigger word in her ear. She trances right out. I catch her as she collapses into my arms. Again with the guns. So the Pres waves off the hardware, and I instruct Agent Coelenterate to stand up and walk with me to the President's desk. She does so, holding my hand; then she lies face up on the Oval Office carpet in front of him, sprawled over the Seal of the USA.

Last thing I did was bring her consciousness back and hold out my hand to help her up, asking her not to do any weird judo moves or anything because I'm only helping.

The Entranced Client

X-posted to Hypnotic Erotic.

I received a call from someone who was interested in becoming a client of mine, receiving regular hypnosis and being tranced regularly. She told me that she would make it worth my while.

She made the arrangements. I would travel up to Birmingham the following day, meet her, be taken to the venue and there I would put her in the first of many regular hypnotic trances. She wanted to experience going in deep. She wanted to be tranced so hard.

The venue turned out to be a very posh hotel. She booked the two of us in - I noticed that she'd booked us both in to one double room under "Mr and Mrs Smith."

In the room, I tranced her with an obsidian wand, deepened it, gave her triggering instructions, everything. I brought her in and out of trances, gave her visions of flowers on her lap and strewn throughout the room, and had her talking to people who weren't there. What she experienced was absolutely real.

In the morning, she gave me a large wodge of money for my troubles, and told me she'd need my services again next week. The best thing was that I didn't put that in her head at all. She was that satisfied with my skills.

Then the alarm went off, and that was it.

Cult Leader - 2011 10 02

I'd like to describe a dream I'd recently had.

I found myself in a street at night full of people - young men and women. At a glance, I could compel them to do my bidding. So I made young women chase after young men, and gay men and lesbians find appropriate romance.

Then I had another idea. Summoning every couple I'd entranced to my side, surrounding myself with young, sexually-aroused couples, I commanded them to follow me. I knew of a place nearby where they could indulge their carnal passions freely.

I seem to have a lot of abandoned buildings, mostly hotels, in my dreams. This one had a vestibule, a lobby with a reception desk, and a room with a massive oval jacuzzi which, against all probability, still had running water and electricity, and a transparent dome overhead the same shape as the jacuzzi below.

I led the six couples into the jacuzzi room, past a little kitchen off to one side of the corridor, and told the couples to disrobe and enter the pool.

Then, before I could disrobe, I heard someone at the glass double doors of the front entrance, knocking, asking to come in. It was Mum and Dad, with one of Mum's brothers and his wife (Aunt-in-law?).

I ushered them into the kitchen area, and asked them to settle down and pour themselves a cuppa while I went into the back room to explain to the guests that they might have to leave. I hadn't taken two steps into the jacuzzi room when I realised that Mum and the in-law had followed me.

And they were standing right behind me when they caught the sight of six couples, in the jacuzzi, all stark naked, standing up "in the presence of the Master," as one of the young men said.

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Crossposted from Hypnotic Erotic.