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Published: 2017-04-17 02:45:51 +0000 UTC; Views: 5329; Favourites: 32; Downloads: 6
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You have spent the past three years cutting your teeth in low level management at a booming tech company. You're good looking, confident, well off but about to be very rich. You've killed three interviews and have only a dinner meeting left with the in house psychiatrist left. This does leave you a little flush in the face thinking about it. Anytime you hear therapist or psychiatrist you think of your fetish. Hypnosis. But you shake it off. 'I'm good. I'm good'You get the meeting spot. A swanky place uptown. Dr. Romee Strijd. You scoff to yourself 'breeze. She sounds foreign. I'll run her over with my good looks and charm'
You arrive 20 minutes early, establish who's in charge. 'She's here sir, I'll seat you says the hostess.' You're already thrown off your game. You're lead to your seat and she waits. A beautiful blonde. She asks you to sit. Her smile could melt anyone. Her accent to die for. Two glasses of wine appear at her request.
She is easy, fun, friendly. Maybe this will be nothing more than a toast and a romp back at your place, like so many blondes before. But somewhere between the a glass or two of wine, right when you start to loosen up, it suddenly turns serious. She speaks more sternly. Β
'So you've done so well. Interviews. Numbers. You're damn near a shoe in. But then I dig deeper. Credit report. Facebook. ID. And ID, there is a problem. Oh sure it's nothing ethical. But for us, this is a big decision. And it seems you spend a lot of company time on a webpage called DeviantArt. And you have a special place in your heart for female hypnotists. In my opinion, you spend too much time. And actually, if I told you I was a hypnotist, right here. Right now. What would you say? You're stumped. Well, lets say how you react is going to be critical to you getting this position...'
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*I slump deeply asleep, responding instantly to her tap*
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(Sorry out of ideas)
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What?...i...listen...its not like that? A deviantart? I dont know what this page is?..a hypnosis stuff? Ohh please we are matures a pocket watch swinging and cluck like a chickens? Seriousl ots only in movies Lady *i try sound confident as i say all that*
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She rolls her blue eyes 'I tell you I'm a hypnotist and the first response of yours is to tell me hypnosis isn't real? I've got to say that is not the way most would go about this. Especially with so much on the line. For you that is'
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listen...(i blink a litlle as her gaze pierce me)...i dont know where you had such information like that i dont know nothing about deviantart...i..well ok mayby i was few times on the site and readed few captions or something but i think it have nothing with my job or something Miss
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She just shakes her head as you stammer. "You're lying to me. I know it all. I have seen your profile. I have read your comments. I am not even saying this is a bad thing but your dishonesty with me now is something that I cannot overlook."
Her iPad comes out and she begins tapping away. After a moment she looks at you, almost sad. "What do you like about DeviantArt? I must say, it is interesting..."
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Listen i..i....*sutter a litlle im mad and angry in the same time its not her buisness to spy where i look on web or something i should stand up shout on her and leave the place*...listen Lasy.. i just mayby i have profile on DA ..and mayby even done some captions well works there you know some text to some pictre etc. but .. i just i just do it for fun sometimes ..thats it?...Sometimes when wife is our or something i just create some litlle project and put it on my profile thats all its for fun, for relax i dont know. What i like there? nothing just .. well couminty is ok you can chat with someone sometimes nothing special
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She laughs, appreciating that you, much like her are not American born. "There is nothing wrong with it. I think it is interesting." At this she pauses a bit before continuing.
"I saw this one hypnotist. Blonde, blue eyes, much like me. She could look a man in the eyes and begin to snap, slowly, quietly. But each time she would snap, getting louder, and more frequent. He'd get more aroused. Until he cums." She fixes her blue eyes on yours and begins to slowly and quietly snap her fingers.
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(I blink few times and laugh a lilbit) well listen Lady
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No I think you will sit right there and keep looking into my eyes. *she snapping grows louder and more frequent*
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What?....listen....Lady... i will not tolerate your behaviour (i say as i stay on chair look into her eyes)
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You won't? You're such a tough man. But yet you are letting me hypnotize you...what's wrong?
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No...i dont let you...hypnosis is fake its not real ...the whole thing is always about sexual persuasion norhing else (i say as my eyes start to look at her face ...breasts...and hips wonder how her ass look like)
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He feels his face grow hot, he hopes it isn't as blatant as it feels. How could they have found my deviantart? He wonders to himself. Before creating the account he was sure to use a pseudonym, and he gave out as little personal information as possible. He decides it will be in his best interest to brush of this accusation as falsity*
I don't have the slightest clue of what you're talking about, I've never even heard of devyen art...was it? *he purposely struggles with the pronunciation of the name that he so desires he's truely never heard*
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As any professional versed in body language and temperament would surely pick up, its immedialtely obvious to her you're lying. Of course, she has the information so there was never a doubt. 'Now Flynn. You've made it so far. Clearly you don't intend to lie to me as you're so close, as close as you'll ever be to Senior Vice President' she sips her wine as she leans back
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*he sighs in defeat*
Listen, I may or may not have a certain affection for hypnosis, but who doesn't have hobbies outside of work? I don't see where the trouble lies in something I do to kill time.
*he wants this job badly, and he prays that something as simple as some pictures of scantily clad women being hypnotized won't ruin his chances*
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She smiles to comfort you. 'Sure. We all do. The issue, which may or may not be a problem for me, is that this high rising junior executive is accessing the company network to service his fetish.'
she pauses and looks you over, almost in remorse. 'A pain about our building. No cell service. Β You had to access the network to get to your site. To 'kill time'" the way she spits out this last sentence is bitingΒ
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I....*he is disgusted with himself and his decisions, but he still plans on getting this job, even if it doesn't happen the way he planned it*
I'm sorry, I'm truely sorry....It will never happen again, I can assure you that.
*he hopes this statement won't hold true because of a sudden loss of employment*
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She laughs a bit as you fumble around 'wel you're right Flynn. I'm really sorry but you've tried to deceive me and now you're just rolling over in shame. Lying is strike one. No back bone is strike two' she pulls out her iPad and begins typing. 'I'm sorry it is going to go down this way Flynn'
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*he takes up a much more stern tone when faced with this outcome*
What? hell no! I did not work my way to this postition for you to just dismiss me over something as easily corrected as what I've done. Now put the iPad away and reason with me.
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She can't Β help but smile as you snip at her. 'Relax Flynn. We're professionals. But to be frank, I don't see an easy correction. What's done is done. I can't overlook this'
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*he takes a deep breath, then proceeds to talk in a cool collected tone*
So there is no possible way that I could sway your thoughts on this matter? Because I'm sure that I can.
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Being a young woman her thoughts imemdialty race before she herself regains her composure. 'Sway my thoughts. What does that mean? I don't really see anything for debate here Flynn'
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perhaps a barter of sorts could be achieved. I get a second chance, and you get something in return. It's a simple concept, a win-win situation in fact.
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She leans back closing her eyes. Her hands instinctively come and rub her shut eyes. Eventually they open, somehow even more magnetic than before. She trains them on you.Β
'And what do you think you can offer me?' Pause. 'Would you prefer we speak off the record/'
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*his eyes connect with hers, but not by choice. If he didn't feel the strong gravitational pull from her stare, then he would mostly likely be looking down. He's truely dissapointed in himself that it has had to come to this*
Of course money is the first thing to come to mind...*he knows full well that her job position leaves her with no need for money. She is very wealthy*
And as for having this off the record... I think that could be very beneficial for both of us.
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You see her chest puff as she stifles a laugh. 'You are aware Flynn that this position requires a great deal of creativity. You making a lame offer of money is disappointing' she pulls out her iPad and makes a few more notes before sliding it into her purse and smiling
'ok. Off the record for a moment'Β
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*with him now being off the record, and with her prodding to be more "creative" in his side of the trade he allows ideas to roll out with little resistance*
I could do your job for you at times. No pay of course.*he slows down and ponders for a moment*
What does a woman like you really want? You've got nearly everything you could desire... how about I give you me?
*he says as if the idea had struck him swiftly and out of nowhere*
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She looks disgusted at your lack of creativity in your answer. "You can do my job? Flynn...jesus." Her head shakes side to side.
"How about this? I have to admit, I was quite intrigued to find this is a kink for you and so many others. I have been using hypnosis for therapy for 10 years, yet someone like you, just the word 'hypnotize' makes you flush. Maybe if you explain this all to me, your fascination, maybe it will help us both." She smiles, trying to ease your obviously racing mind.
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He tries to slow his shallow breathing*
Alright...I developed the kink in my youth, which is when most kinks are developed I assume....*he speaks slow and methodically, as if his mouth being open for too long would allow his more animalistic thoughts to roam free in the tense air. her eyes on him, a woman in a position of power, so charismatic, so gorgeous, so easy to talk to, and she's a trained hypnotist. Images of her swinging the cliche pocket watch in front of his eyes swirl in his cluttered mind as he tries to formulate these erotic images into a form of watered down speech. It's a balance he has to determine. The speech must be not as potent as he feels, but vivid enough so that she understands his burning desire to be hypnotized by a woman, a woman like her...*
And uh, when I first started feeling something while watching hypnosis on television or in movies, I knew it was because I wanted control. I was completely opposed to being controlled by anyone. I thought I was too smart and too strong to ever have my mind eased and manipulated, and thus I developed somewhat of a fear in being hypnotized. A fear of losing control...That changed as I grew older though. Maybe it was increased stress from becoming an adult, or something else my conscious mind couldn't possibly understand, but that loss of control I once feared became something I desired. And having a hypnosis fetish gave me a great outlet for that desire...
I came to love that loss of control, I love giving in, and not being burdened with thought. It is a great stress reliever to know that I won't have to make decisions for a while. I love being blank...empty...to be told what to do by a soothing voice...*his breathing becomes shallow once again, and he begins to sweat slightly*
It's ecstasy to me when I feel as if I'm a spectator in my own body. My thoughts become as slow as molasses, but I can still think. I'm told to do something and in my head I'm know that my shoe is not my phone, but while that thought occurs I'm already holding my sneaker up to my ear and having a conversation. I hope that clears up the appeal that it has for me...
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She sits there as you go on and on, listening intently. Yet somehow, as you go on, it is almost like you've entered a trance state. She looks away for a few seconds but you dont even notice, so deeply involved in explaining your fetish to her. Finally as you come to an end, you focus back on her. She sits, staring, almost open mouthed in shock, but eventually she replies.
"Well Flynn. I can see you've put a lot of thought into that. So ending up here, with me, across a table from you, it must be making you pretty hot huh? The thought of me walking up to someone and snapping my fingers, dropping them under my spell." She winks as she says 'spell." "I know that is the kind of stuff that appeals to you..."
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he envisions the scene that she lays out before him, and can't help but feel deep arousal welling up inside of him. Suddenly the cold table feels more sensitive against his skin as he taps nervously*
I know we're off the record right now, but I don't think me answering your question would be very professional.
*he worries that she is testing him and that if he answers these questions honestly she will say that he can't control his urges*
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She lets her blue eyes focus on yours as your face begins to flush, envisioning the scene. "I think the way the color is draining from your cheeks is an answer enough Flynn. I am very good at reading body language and physical tells. Plus, I can imagine your boner is about ready to split through your pants." She laughs a bit, closing her eyes and covering her mouth before continuing.
"So i was obviously right about spell. You know, that is so funny that spell gets you going but its obviously the control aspect. But the finger snaps, I bet you really like those too. Just knowing I am a hypnotist.' She raises her fingers and just quickly lets out a loud snap before laughing more.
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He's embarrassed beyond belief that she pointed out his erection. And when she snapped.....He could've came right there, right when she snapped, but he kept his composure*
I uh...*its obvious that he is flustered by how open and unprofessional she is speaking, he can't tell if he should reciprocate the tone, or if that would be unacceptable*
I definitely like the snapping. I've basically been trained to like it...
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'Yeah? That's interesting. Tell me more about this training. Or should we call it what it is. Conditioning.' With that, her fingers come up in front of her blue eyes and she taps the soft pads of her fingers together. Tantalizingly.Β
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Well...*he still looks embarrassed to be sharing such personal information with you, but he acquiesces*
I've watched a lot of YouTube videos that put me into trance....and uh, the finger snapping is used quite a bit...
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She cannot believe the information this poor man is indulging. Not related to business at all. Just spewing, anything she asks
'you know Flynn. As I was researching you and your little fetish. I saw this woman, attractive, blonde. No where near as pretty as me. Not as skilled. But she could make a man cum. Simply by looking into his eyes and beginning to snap her fingers' she looks into your eyes and starts to snap...slowly at firstΒ
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*he swallows hard, knowing she knows everything that makes him tick*
Oh....*he shivers in pleasure from the first snap*
I don't know if I've seen that one...
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She snaps again, a little quicker, a little louder. The pretty young waitress appears tableside but Dr Strijd only holds her hand up, indicating the young woman stayΒ
'a shame reallly. I'm sure you'd like it. It's quite a display of power. Just holding him in her hypnotic gaze....snaps reverberating through his mind'
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*he bites his lip as he stares down at his empty plate. He can't get himself to make eye contact with the waitress who has just appeared at his side. Instead he breathes shallowly while his heart beats out of his chest*
Y-yeah...
*he agrees, his body primed to explode in the middle of this high end restaurant*
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As you stare down at your plate, heart thumping, her voice calls out to you. 'Focus your eyes on mine please Flynn' her eyes rip through you. Her snapping continues Β to build to a crescendoΒ
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His body trembles under the seismic waves of pleasure he feels from her every snap. Reluctantly, he meets your eyes with his own, and says under his breath*
Why are you....doing this in front of her..
*he says, in a voice quiet enough so that the waitress to his right can't make out what he said, but loud enough for Romee to hear*
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The thrill, the excitement of hypnotizing you is just coursing through her.Β Knowing that you're so close to the edge she speaks to the waitress while never letting you escape from the power of her hypnotic gaze.Β
"Miss. My friend and I are doing a little experiment. Would you mind looking him in the eyes and snapping your fingers loudly, one time in front of his face?"
The waitress, confused yet at the same time feeling compliant in the presence of Dr. Strijd, nods then turns to you. While to a normal person she may not radiate the power and sexuality of Dr. Strijd, to you she is just as hypnotic and powerful. The young waitress looks at you with her own blue eyes, and raises her fingers to snap, waiting for you to meet her gaze.
"Flynn. Don't be rude now. Look Alicia in her eyes please."
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*he wants so badly to spare his dignity, but at the same time there is a burning desire inside of him to obey a strong woman like Romee. This inner conflict swirls in his head as he lifts it up to meet the eyes of the pretty young woman named Alicia*
Y-yes Romee
*his eyes meet Alicia's own green eyes as he braces for her mind-shattering snap*
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Romee is pleased as your eyes shift slowly away from hers to look into Alicia's eyes. Not that there was ever any doubt in her mind. Whether you are aware or not, you are already hypnotized. Alicia meets your gaze with her green eyes but looks unsure so Romee coaches her.
"Stare into his eyes Alicia. Deep in his eyes...you're hypnotizing him. Feel the power from your eyes flow into his...overwhelming his psyche. Bring those fingers up to snap...but dont yet. Just watch as his eyes get dimmer...he wants to whimper under your power. Hold him with your eyes...hold him right on the edge of trance...good girl..." Romee almost purrs as she says this. Programming the both of you with her hypnotic power.
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We're both now puppets in Romee's little show. Some of the nearby tables have abandoned eating their highly priced cuisine to watch Romee masterfully manipulate us, though they don't know that's what is occurring.
As I listen to Romee coach Alicia, my subconscious mind accepts it all as truth.
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With the crowd assembled, you floating under Alicia's withering gaze, Alicia almost in a trance herself, Romee decides it is time for show to end. While she does feel remorse about how things will end for young Flynn, she was sent here with a job. To ensure that Flynn failed this interview. And to be sure he failed in spectacular fashion.
"Good girl Alicia. Driving him so deep. He's so horny. He's going to explode as soon as you snap your fingers Alicia. Do it Alicia, snap your fingers." Her words are Alicia's commands, your commands. She leans back waiting for the fireworks.
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