Mind Control 101: The Ultimate Hypnotizing Box Set (4 page)

I start to remember all the times he spent over at our house and it makes me a little embarrassed (and hot, I have to admit) that Trevor has seen me running around half naked when I was younger. I even remember Trevor and my big brother beat up an ex-boyfriend that had made me cry. He doesn't know, even the first penis I ever saw was his. What can I say, I was a curious kid. Just the memory makes my cheeks turn red.

We finally get to Trevor's room,but he hesitates before opening the door.

“Wait right here,” he says.

He runs inside and slams the door closed before I can see anything. I hear all kinds of noise and shuffling in the room. Finally, he comes out and opens the door.

“Sorry about the mess,” Trevor says. Yeah right. He was probably just trying to hide his porn.

“I’m used to it,” I say as I step in. “Boy’s dorms are always gross anyway.”

I plop myself on his bed, bouncing on the cheap box-springs, and look around. There are a few shirts here and there, and a stray porn magazine he must have missed laying underneath his desk. Just as I suspected. Still, it could be dirtier.

“I’ve seen worse, “ I say.

He pulls out the text book and looks over the instructions Prof. Mesmer gave us.
 

“Hey, did you read the chapter on hypnosis?” he asks.

“Um...” I haven't even opened the textbook the whole semester.

Trevor hands me the book. It’s open to the page with instructions on hypnosis.
 

“Here, all you have to do is read this and swing the pocket watch. You can go first, okay?”

“I guess.”

“Just don’t do anything too weird,” he says. Of course not. Why would I do that? Instead of answering, I just smile.

“Sit here,” I say and point to Trevor's desk chair. He sits and I brings out my pocket watch.

“Okay,” I say and start to read from the text book. “Focus on my pocket watch. Feel yourself relax. Just listen to my voice and let yourself fall into a relaxed state. Take a deep breath in, hold it, and let it out slowly. Feel your muscles get loose. Another breath...”

As I swing the watch, I see the muscles in Trevor's body relax. He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, just like I said. His eyes are glazed over and totally unfocussed. Is this
really
working?
 

“Good," I say. "You feel very tired. It’s difficult just to keep your eyes open. You feel them growing heavier and heavier until you just can’t keep them open anymore. Your eyelids are so heavy that they’ve fallen shut.”

Trevor's lids gradually lower until they are shut. It almost seemed like he was fighting to keep them open, but they were just too heavy for him. My heart is racing. Can I really control him now?

“How do you feel, Trevor?” I ask.

“Good,” he says. He sounds drunk, and his words are slurring together.

“Raise your hand for me Trevor.” He does, slowly raising it into the air.

“Ok, drop your hand,” I say. He lets it fall and it just tumbles into his lap. He doesn't even try to resist. I remember that peek that I got of him when we were younger, and I wonder how far I can take this. Can I get him naked? But what if he wakes up in the middle of it? I've never done this before! Okay, I think. Lets just start with the easy questions.

“What’s your favorite movie?” I ask.

“The Matrix,” he says.
 

“What’s your favorite TV show?”

“Community.”

So far so good. But those were just basic questions. He'd probably answer them even if he weren't under. What about more
personal
ones? I feel like this might be a terrible idea, but just imagining what I might be able to do makes my panties too wet to say no. I've got to do it.

“Do you like fucking girls?” I ask.

“Yes,” he says. Trevor doesn't even hesitate. Of course, why wouldn't he like to fuck?

“Fuck me Trevor,” I say.

I expected him to leap up and rip my clothes off, but instead his eyebrows furrow. His eyelids twitch and he doesn't seem too happy. It almost looks like he is going to wake up, and I start to panic. Shit, what do guys like?

“You love bacon, don’t you?” I say. Maybe something innocent will calm him down.

“Yes,” he says. It worked! Thank goodness. His face is calm again, like nothing ever happened. I know that I should probably stop. I should wake him up and just finish this assignment, but I want to give it one more try.

“You've always had a crush on me, haven't you?” I ask.
 

“Yes,” Trevor says. His voice is low when he says it, and I can hardly believe my ears. How could I have missed that all of these years? It gives me a little bit of courage for one more try.

“You want to kiss me, don’t you?” I ask. I almost expect him to break out of the trance and freak out.

"Yes," he says again. I decide to take the risk.

I walk over to him, hold his head, and slowly kiss his lips. I feel like every inch of my skin is tingling. Then before I can pull away, he grabs me by the waist, pulls me into his lap, and dips me into a deep and long kiss. His tongue forces my lips apart and his grip is so strong that I can't move at all. I'm surrounded in the smell of him, his cologne, his sweat. Trevor's stubble scratches at my skin as he pushes his lips even harder against my own. I even arch my back, hoping that he'll take it farther than just a little kiss.

But then just as suddenly as he started, he stops. He lets go of me and sits in the chair with his eyes closed, totally calm. It feels like I dreamed it all up, but my swollen lips and wet panties tell me otherwise. I just might have stumbled onto something
very interesting
.

I want to see just how far I can take Trevor, but then I remember this is a class assignment.
He
's got to mesmerize
me
too. And it's getting late. I just hope he doesn't remember any of this when he wakes up. I pick up the textbook again and start reading.

“Good job, Trevor. Now, when I count to three, your eyes will open. You’ll be wide awake, aware, and free of the hypnosis. You won’t remember anything that happened while you were hypnotized.” I cross my fingers and hope that it works.

Trevor's eyes gradually open. He looks like he’s just come out of a deep sleep and rubs his face and eyes with his palms. He blinks until he's fully away. When he looks around and sees me standing in front of him, he looks a little confused. Then he calms down.

“This hypnosis stuff is easy,” I say. “I never knew that you had a crush on me all this time.”

“What?!” Trevor sputters. I burst out laughing. Poor guy, if he only knew what I
did
find out about him.

“Just kidding," I say. "I didn’t make you tell me your deep dark secrets. I
did
find out that you spend way too much time playing video games, though.”

“Ha, ha,” he says and grabs the pocket watch from me. “Okay, my turn.”

I'm a little nervous to let him do it after what I did to him, but I have to. I sit and he starts to talk.

“Focus on this pocket watch and feel yourself relax....”

His voice and the watch seem like they are the only thing in the room. My breath gets slower and deeper, and then there’s darkness.

When I open my eyes, Trevor is standing there, looking a little nervous. What was he up to?

“So how did it go?” I ask. I check the time on my phone, and it's super late. “Why did it take you so long? What
exactly
were you doing?”

“Ah, well...I had a lot of trouble getting you hypnotized, don’t you remember?” he asks. I glare at him. All
I
remember is blacking out.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t do anything, I swear,” Trevor says and crosses his heart with his finger. “Besides, what would I write for Mesmer’s journal if I did?”
 

I didn't think about that. Wait, crap! What will I write? Fucking is not exactly a school appropriate topic.

“Fine. Just remember, no funny business. Or else I’ll get back at you when it’s my turn,” I say.
 

I walk out the door and try to pretend that nothing has happened all the way back to my room. But as soon as I close my door behind me, I drop the act. I jump onto my bed and scream into my pillow. I made Trevor kiss me! But how? I was almost busted when I asked him to fuck me. I was so close to being royally screwed.
 

Trevor could find out what I did.
Mesmer
could find out. What would I do then? But I'm too excited to think about that for more than a few seconds. What I really want to know is, what
else
can I make him do?

I turn on my laptop and open up every website I can find about hypnosis. I read article after article with the same information.
Hypnosis is not recognized by the scientific community
....
Unlikely to be effective....Predominantly the placebo effect...Cannot be used to force a person’s actions
.
 

Those are the scientific articles. But by the time I get to the dark corners of the Internet, I find no shortage of tips on how to get just what I want. It’ll take some time and patience, but I think I can do it in three days. By the time I shut my computer down for the night, I have a pretty good idea. I cover my desk in post-it notes full of instructions. I’m totally going to pass that test, and I’m going to get a little something else out of it too.

The next day I can’t wait for our hypnosis session. The tips from the Internet are buzzing around in my mind. I can't even bother to listen to Kurt and Chip's conversations. My mind is elsewhere. After class I go back to my room and double-check my notes. I rehearse what I'm going to say, and before I know it, I'm late. We were supposed to start at 5pm, but it's already 5:15. I run out the door and to Trevor's room. I hope I'm prepared.

When I get there, I slow down. I take a deep breath, compose myself, and knock on the door.

“Trevor? It’s me, Lindsey.”

After a little while, he comes to the door and opens it up. He looks relaxed. I'm glad Trevor's not mad that I'm late.

“Hey, what’s up?” he says.

I push the door open and hurry in. I really can't wait to get him hypnotized. I don't want to waste a single moment.

 
“We’re supposed to be doing this class project, aren’t we? Let’s get started,” I say.

I stand in front of him and take out my pocket watch. I put him under the same way as before, only this time I don’t need the text book to help me.

“Trevor, you’re going to focus on my swinging pocket watch and you are going to relax. Just listen to the sound of my voice and don’t worry about anything else. You don’t have to force it. Just fall into a relaxed state."

I see his eyes losing focus and glazing over. His breath slows down and almost seems to match the rhythm of the watch as it swings.
 

"That’s it,” I say. "Good job. You’re doing great Trevor. Just let all the tension in your body flow out. You eyelids are getting heavier. You’re getting tired of holding them up. Wouldn’t it feel better to close them? Let your eyelids close and go into a deeper rest, Trevor,” I say.
 

Trevor's eyes close and he sighs. His body goes limp, there's no resistance. I feel like I could do anything I wanted to him.

“Doesn’t that feel good, Trevor?” I ask. “Don’t you feel completely relaxed, like there is nothing bothering you?”He nods his head, his mouth dropping open a bit. Perfect.
 

I hesitate before I launch into everything I've practiced. Will it be too much? I know I need to ease him into it, but what if it goes wrong? My heart beats so fast in my chest that I feel like I can hear my blood pumping. It's now or never.
 

I take a big breath and begin.

“You loved those times we spent together when we were younger, didn't you” I ask.

He smiles a nostalgic grin and nods at me.

“Do you remember how you used to dress around me?”

“Yes,” he says. He's not saying as much as I hoped he would, but things are still going okay.

“
How
did you dress?” I ask.
 

“Shirtless,” he says. Yes! He remembered!

“You want to feel like that again, don’t you?” I ask.

“Yes.”

I hold my breath and cross my fingers. This is it.

“You want to be shirtless with me again, don't you?” I ask, almost willing him to say yes.

His whole demeanor changes in front of my eyes. He is totally still for a while. He doesn't answer me, move, or do anything. But then I see him smile. He seems to relax even more. Trevor looks just like the "big brother" I remember him being. Too cool and grown up for me. Then he does it.
 

He flips his shirt over his head with a single hand, revealing all the muscle-filled goodness he had been hiding underneath. I had guessed that he would be fit, but I'm still surprised. Has he been doing P90X in his room this whole time?
 

This is my second "big brother," all grown up. I can hardly believe it. My eyes roam all over his body until I spot the point just above his loose jeans where a light trail of hair starts and disappears under his pants. It only makes me want to find out where that trail leads. My pussy is already wet. I want to go over and drape my arms over him, pull down his pants, and ride him until I cum. But I have been dreaming out this for too long to rush it.

“That's really nice Trevor. It's just like old times,” I say. A little
nicer
than old times, I think.

He smiles at me, seeming at ease even though he's half dressed.

“But wasn't there anything else you wanted to show me?” I ask. “Something you couldn't show me back then?”

He nods at me.

“You want to show me all of you, don’t you?” I ask. “It's okay. We're all grown up now.”

“Yes, Lindsey,” Trevor says. His voice is velvety as he says my name. He's breathing harder now and I can tell that something is happening in those jeans of his.

He unbuttons them and steps out, showing me the huge bulge he's been hiding. The fabric is straining just to keep it in. Then he simply steps out of his boxers as if it is the most natural thing in the world. I follow that trail of hair down between his legs. Trevor's dick is free and pointing straight at me. It's just as huge as I remember it, and already there is a little drop of pre-cum glistening at the tip. I imagine just how good it would feel to stuff that big hard cock into my pussy I'm tempted to get undressed myself. But then I pull myself together.