Gary the Hypnotist
Gary was a hypnotist.
You can believe it or not, but that’s what he was. Not only this, but Gary was quite a good hypnotist. He charged hundreds per session to help those with depression, addiction, suppressed memories. Gary effectively had his patients under his thumb, if he so wished. Gary was in a powerful position, one that regularly benefited others’ lives, and one that paid well.
But Gary was bored with life.
Middle-aged and paying child support to his ex-wife after a failed marriage, women viewed him as some sort of failing magician.
“A hypnotist?” they’d ask with raised eyebrows at cocktail parties, before laughing incredulously.
His two children were ashamed of him, revering him as some sort of clown or children’s entertainer- but that’s just how young teenagers are, isn’t it? Always embarrassed by those that raised them.
Gary was, by all means, a professional, but now he was getting desperate.
And his Wednesday morning client was what pushed him over the edge.
Gary spun around in his chair as he heard his office door open. He had been staring vacantly out over the smoggy city, trying to think of what he could look forward to that day. A gingernut with his morning tea? Listening to Lou Reed on the car ride home? Takeaways for dinner?
But once he’d spun around in his office chair, his mood lifted significantly.
Standing there in the doorway was a well-sculpted, tanned, brunette.
Not much older than twenty-five, she was no doubt too young for him. Or so any bystander would think.
Gary’s usual clients consisted of obsessive eaters, manic-depressive mothers, ageing smokers- not beautiful women who stood tall in high heels that shaped their well-defined calves.
“Mr Stockman?” she began, looking somewhat nervous, “I was hoping you could help me.”
Gary adjusted his tie and stood up to shake the woman’s hand, “At your service, my dear.”
He swallowed the lump in his throat and immediately regretted how formal he had sounded, but formalities were important for business. Not so for relationships.
She feigned a smile and continued, “I’m Annabelle. Annabelle White. I’m having trouble sleeping and I was hoping you’d be able to help in some way...”
Gary smiled genuinely and nodded, “Of course, of course, my dear! Take a seat and we’ll begin right away!”
Annabelle looked vaguely concerned but sat anyway.
“Now, feet flat on the floor my dear, yes that’s it. Now, just concentrate on my voice. On the count of 5 I want you to close your eyes. And as I count upwards I want you to feel your body get heavier and relax more and more.”
Gary couldn’t help but notice Annabelle’s neck as she closed her eyes. Something about it was just so perfectly kissable. He hadn’t kissed a youthful neck like that since he was- well, about twenty-five. His eyes followed her neck down to her collarbone and he continued to speak to Annabelle in a softer tone.
Gary went through the normal process with Annabelle, speaking to her in a low, soothing tone. But as he was about to bring her back, a thought flicked into his mind.
A fleeting thought, but then there it was again. He looked at Annabelle’s soft hands and perfectly rounded nails and imagined caressing them, feeling them against his face- even shaking her hand would have done.
And then he knew what he would do.
“Annabelle,” he started, “When you wake up, you will not remember anything that has happened in this session. Your whole body will feel revitalised and energised- you will feel in peak form physically and emotionally.”
He wet his lips before he continued.
“When you awake, my voice will no longer affect you in the way it has during this session. However…”
He paused momentarily and glanced at the door, as if to check no one was standing in the doorway checking on him. Was it unprofessional, what he was doing? Well, of course it was. But one look at Annabelle’s soft lips and Gary didn’t care.
“When I shake your hand before you go to leave, you will be shaking the hand of Pleasure.”
Gary knew what he was doing. This was an act a colleague of his had employed for stage shows- but he knew he could modify it. He wasn’t well respected in this industry for nothing.
“When I shake your hand, every nerve in your body will explode with pleasure. Shaking my hand will feel so amazing that you will feel as though you are having an amazing orgasm.”
Annabelle’s eyelids flickered and Gary continued.
“It will feel so fantastic that you will not be able to stop thinking about me for days.”
Gary decided to leave it at that and bring Annabelle back.
Annabelle blinked several times before stretching and laughing.
“I’m surprised at how great I feel!” she exclaimed, standing up and stretching some more. “I thought I’d feel tired or hungover or something!”
Gary momentarily worried about what kind of person Annabelle actually was. Was she nuts? Ditzy? A binge drinker who spent the weekends babbling in a high-pitched voice to her female friends about the latest Brad Pitt movie?
Gary just nodded and stood up to shake her hand, “Well, I hope it helps, Annabelle.”
Annabelle smiled as she stretched out her hand. The second her hand touched his however, she gasped a little. Gary held her hand firmly and patted her shoulder with his free hand, “Really lovely to meet you, Annabelle.”
Annabelle bit her lip and moaned a little reply, her knees giving out slightly beneath her. She gasped again as he let go, and then her face quickly turned redder and redder.
Gary smiled, “If you need anything more,” he winked, “Don’t hesitate to ask.”
Annabelle smiled lazily and quickly mumbled thanks before walking out the door.
Gary sat down to his gingernut and tea, looking out over the smoggy cityscape again.
She’d be back next Wednesday. He was sure of it.
You can believe it or not, but that’s what he was. Not only this, but Gary was quite a good hypnotist. He charged hundreds per session to help those with depression, addiction, suppressed memories. Gary effectively had his patients under his thumb, if he so wished. Gary was in a powerful position, one that regularly benefited others’ lives, and one that paid well.
But Gary was bored with life.
Middle-aged and paying child support to his ex-wife after a failed marriage, women viewed him as some sort of failing magician.
“A hypnotist?” they’d ask with raised eyebrows at cocktail parties, before laughing incredulously.
His two children were ashamed of him, revering him as some sort of clown or children’s entertainer- but that’s just how young teenagers are, isn’t it? Always embarrassed by those that raised them.
Gary was, by all means, a professional, but now he was getting desperate.
And his Wednesday morning client was what pushed him over the edge.
Gary spun around in his chair as he heard his office door open. He had been staring vacantly out over the smoggy city, trying to think of what he could look forward to that day. A gingernut with his morning tea? Listening to Lou Reed on the car ride home? Takeaways for dinner?
But once he’d spun around in his office chair, his mood lifted significantly.
Standing there in the doorway was a well-sculpted, tanned, brunette.
Not much older than twenty-five, she was no doubt too young for him. Or so any bystander would think.
Gary’s usual clients consisted of obsessive eaters, manic-depressive mothers, ageing smokers- not beautiful women who stood tall in high heels that shaped their well-defined calves.
“Mr Stockman?” she began, looking somewhat nervous, “I was hoping you could help me.”
Gary adjusted his tie and stood up to shake the woman’s hand, “At your service, my dear.”
He swallowed the lump in his throat and immediately regretted how formal he had sounded, but formalities were important for business. Not so for relationships.
She feigned a smile and continued, “I’m Annabelle. Annabelle White. I’m having trouble sleeping and I was hoping you’d be able to help in some way...”
Gary smiled genuinely and nodded, “Of course, of course, my dear! Take a seat and we’ll begin right away!”
Annabelle looked vaguely concerned but sat anyway.
“Now, feet flat on the floor my dear, yes that’s it. Now, just concentrate on my voice. On the count of 5 I want you to close your eyes. And as I count upwards I want you to feel your body get heavier and relax more and more.”
Gary couldn’t help but notice Annabelle’s neck as she closed her eyes. Something about it was just so perfectly kissable. He hadn’t kissed a youthful neck like that since he was- well, about twenty-five. His eyes followed her neck down to her collarbone and he continued to speak to Annabelle in a softer tone.
Gary went through the normal process with Annabelle, speaking to her in a low, soothing tone. But as he was about to bring her back, a thought flicked into his mind.
A fleeting thought, but then there it was again. He looked at Annabelle’s soft hands and perfectly rounded nails and imagined caressing them, feeling them against his face- even shaking her hand would have done.
And then he knew what he would do.
“Annabelle,” he started, “When you wake up, you will not remember anything that has happened in this session. Your whole body will feel revitalised and energised- you will feel in peak form physically and emotionally.”
He wet his lips before he continued.
“When you awake, my voice will no longer affect you in the way it has during this session. However…”
He paused momentarily and glanced at the door, as if to check no one was standing in the doorway checking on him. Was it unprofessional, what he was doing? Well, of course it was. But one look at Annabelle’s soft lips and Gary didn’t care.
“When I shake your hand before you go to leave, you will be shaking the hand of Pleasure.”
Gary knew what he was doing. This was an act a colleague of his had employed for stage shows- but he knew he could modify it. He wasn’t well respected in this industry for nothing.
“When I shake your hand, every nerve in your body will explode with pleasure. Shaking my hand will feel so amazing that you will feel as though you are having an amazing orgasm.”
Annabelle’s eyelids flickered and Gary continued.
“It will feel so fantastic that you will not be able to stop thinking about me for days.”
Gary decided to leave it at that and bring Annabelle back.
Annabelle blinked several times before stretching and laughing.
“I’m surprised at how great I feel!” she exclaimed, standing up and stretching some more. “I thought I’d feel tired or hungover or something!”
Gary momentarily worried about what kind of person Annabelle actually was. Was she nuts? Ditzy? A binge drinker who spent the weekends babbling in a high-pitched voice to her female friends about the latest Brad Pitt movie?
Gary just nodded and stood up to shake her hand, “Well, I hope it helps, Annabelle.”
Annabelle smiled as she stretched out her hand. The second her hand touched his however, she gasped a little. Gary held her hand firmly and patted her shoulder with his free hand, “Really lovely to meet you, Annabelle.”
Annabelle bit her lip and moaned a little reply, her knees giving out slightly beneath her. She gasped again as he let go, and then her face quickly turned redder and redder.
Gary smiled, “If you need anything more,” he winked, “Don’t hesitate to ask.”
Annabelle smiled lazily and quickly mumbled thanks before walking out the door.
Gary sat down to his gingernut and tea, looking out over the smoggy cityscape again.
She’d be back next Wednesday. He was sure of it.
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