Going Global
By Ramis
Note: This story contains explicit descriptions of sexual acts and situations. It’s not for (and shouldn’t be read by) those under 18 years old. Also, that this is a work of fiction and should be treated as such. Hypnosis does not work this way. Mind control like this is not possible. Don’t try this at home but feel free to enjoy the story.
1.
June 2017, Boston Massachusetts
Like State Farm, a good neighbour is there!
Jane Garber chuckled as she inverted the popular insurance company slogan in her head. It was funny because it was true. A good neighbour was someone you could rely on whenever you needed help or were in a pinch.
For Jane, that good (and new) neighbour was Cyril Larson. He was a jovial old man. He was also a war veteran (he’d been on tours of duty in Vietnam, Kuwait, Haiti, and even in Afghanistan (though he did not see combat in that location). He had turned 68 earlier this year and had retired on full pension and veteran’s benefits (both of which were very well-deserved). He had currently moved back to Boston from Vermont to be closer to his adult children.
Jane—currently 42 years old—was still working (at least for 9 months of the year). She was a math and geography teacher at the Massachusetts Secondary and Technical School. Though she definitely enjoyed having her summers off, she was also ionate about her job. She always tried to inspire her students and was always willing to help a student who was having difficulty provided they were willing to learn.
In fact, geography was part of why she was going to visit Mr. Larson in the first place. Almost every geography class— including hers—had a globe to use as a reference for their students. Unfortunately, the original globe had gone missing and the school had given her the task of replacing it. Facing a tight deadline, she had borrowed her son Andy’s globe (with his permission of course). Everything went well for a while but—wouldn’t you know it—the school custodian bumped into a student and accidentally broke the globe while cleaning the classroom.
Even worse, the broken globe wasn’t just any item one could buy at Staples. It was a rare first edition Rand McNally Globe from the 1950s. It was a gift from Jane’s father and there were only a small amount of them left in the world. She could sue for compensation from the school (or the custodian) later. However, Andy placed a great deal of sentimental value on the globe and would be crushed if he had to do without it. She also feared her now elderly father’s reaction, not necessarily for her, but for the custodian. He could still pack a punch.
Luckily for Jane, her neighbour had overheard her discussing her plight with her sister (her husband was currently working overseas) and claimed that he had just such a globe and could give it to her free of charge. Even more luckily, Andy was away at summer camp and Mr. Larson could provide it to Jane immediately.
Indeed, that’s why Jane was here now. She knocked on the door, which opened a few seconds later. Cyril Larson emerged and politely introduced himself with “Hi, good to see you, I believe you are here for the globe?”
“Yes,” Jane said matter-of-factly as Mr. Larson let her into the house. “Yes I am.”
2.
Jane smiled as she entered Mr. Larson’s abode. It was cozy, yet still well-furnished. She saw a couch, coffee table and several pictures on his wall, most showed him in his military uniform or unit. There were also a few pictures of him with another old woman. Jane guessed that these were pictures of his widow Alana. Maybe they even had kids and grandkids.
Mr. Larson of course, looked old enough to have both. He was a tall, balding, man with a wrinkly, bespectacled face. He was currently wearing a red and blue checkered shirt, khaki pants head up by conspicuous black suspenders, and a pair of carpet slippers. He offered her a seat on the couch. She accepted and smiled. On the table’s bottom left corner was a globe. After getting Mr. Larson’s permission to touch the globe, she examined it and squealed triumphantly. It was exactly like her son’s globe!
“You like the globe, eh?”
“Most definitely,” Jane said “Do you mind if I call you Cyril?”
“Not at all,” Cyril said. “Well, as long as I can call you Jane.”
“Jane’s fine,” she affirmed. “Just don’t make fun of my name by associating it with Jennifer Garner.”
“Who?” Cyril said.
“Never mind,” Jane said. She smiled inwardly. Ever since the actress Jennifer Garner had become famous on both the big and small screen they couldn’t resist how similar her first and last name’ was similar to Jane’s. Even many of her students could help but jokingly ask her to perform kung fu or if she was spying on them like Sydney Bristow (from the now cancelled TV show “Alias” starring Jennifer Garner).
To be fair, Jane did kind of look like Jennifer Garner. Jane was a tall woman with long brown hair, beautiful hazel eyes, bee-stung lips, large B-Cup breasts, and nice long legs (similar to the actress)! Currently she was wearing a red short-sleeved blouse that showcased her ample cleavage and cute denim skirt that reached just below her knees. She was also wearing a pair of light brown platform sandals (which she had removed to avoid tracking mud into the house). “So,” Jane asked. “Is the globe for me to keep or just borrow?”
“You may keep it,” Cyril confirmed. “Well, provided you do something for me.”
“Oh,” Jane said frowning. Cyril had never mentioned any sort of catch. “What would that be?”
“You said you were a geography teacher,” Cyril began. “I was wondering if you’d let me test your knowledge.”
“How so?” Jane asked, her frown turning into an intrigued smile.
“Well,” Cyril said, pulling up a chair and sitting across from Jane. “I was thinking I would spin this globe and point a country. You would then name it. I’d like to see how many you’d get right.”
“You’re on,” Jane said.
“Then let’s begin,” Cyril said smiling. He began to spin the globe creating a clear slapping sound as he did so. It moved
around and around. The he pointed his finger.
“That’s easy,” Jane said. “It’s Canada.”
“Correct,” Cyril said. Then be spun it again. He used more force this time causing it spin faster. Then he pointed.
“That’s obviously Mexico,”
“Right again,” Cyril responded.
Then he picked up the pace. Britain, Scotland, China, , Belgium, Luxemburg, Japan, Spain. She got all of them correct.
Cyril resumed spinning the globe this time even quicker. Brazil, Romania, Latvia. She was batting a thousand. Cyril was still pointing to countries—Georgia, Armenia, and Azerbaijan—but he was talking about how fast the globe was spinning. He was musing and how fast the world could change today. How—Indonesia, Nigeria, Oman,—how fast things could be lost. Things could change and spin so fast it was easy to lose things—Belize Barbados, Belarus.—How with each spin—United States, Venezuela- Cuba things could roll more and more off one’s axis. Things as great as the human mind—Ireland, Afghanistan-North Korea and South Korea. Indeed, even minds just like hers—Libya, Serbia, Bulgaria. Minds like hers—Kosovo, Bosnia, Croatia—. Yes minds like hers were spinning—Turkey, Egypt, Morocco,—out of control. Her mind were spinning and spinning—Scotland, Wales, Liechtenstein. Spinning and spinning—Yemen, Poland, Israel—out of control. It was—Madagascar, Vietnam, Laos—all lost!
Cyril took his hand off the globe and it soon stopped spinning. Jane sat slumped on the couch, eyes shut and zoned out. Cyril smiled. His little hypnotic trick which—he had picked up in Vietnam—had worked once again. Unlike the swinging watch or fixed-eye inductions you saw in the movies Cyril had learned the confusion/overload rapid induction method. This involved bombarding the subject with quick, sometimes contradictory instructions. The subject would have difficulty keeping up or their mind would become overwhelmed and hand the responsibility of running it to the hypnotist. That would be Cyril. “Jane,” he asked. “Can you hear me?”
“Yes,” Jane mumbled. “I hear you.”
“Jane,” he continued, “you got every answer right, your mind is quick. “However, everything spun so fast that your mind
fell of its axis did it not?”
“Yes…mind fell of its axis,” she responded sleepily.
“That means your mind has been lost,” Cyril asserted. “Your mind has been lost. Say it”
“My mind has been lost,” Jane parroted.
“Since your mind has been lost, your mind is not your own. You need someone to think for you.”
“Mind…lost…mind not own…someone….think for me,” was all she could squeak out.
“That person is me,” Cyril intoned. “I think for you.”
“You think for me,” she said.
“That means you must do whatever I tell you to do,” Cyril continued. “You must obey every command I give you.”
“Do whatever you tell me to do….Must obey every command you give me,” Jane replied.
“Excellent,” Cyril beamed triumphantly. “Now Jane,” Cyril commanded. “Sit up and open your eyes, but remain deeply hypnotized.” Jane did so, her big brown eyes staring blankly ahead. “Now come with me.”
3.
Cyril slowly but surely led his enslaved educator to his bedroom. He used to share the bed with his wife. Jessica (she had, unfortunately ed away before he moved here. He took the bed with him when he moved). No woman had occupied it since. No woman until now that is. “Jane,” Cyril commanded. “You are incredibly horny. Is that not true?”
“I am incredibly horny, Sir,” she bellowed.
“Good,” Cyril said. “You will now take off your clothes. Once you are naked you will make love to me with all the ion you can manage. Understood?”
“Sir yes sir!” Jane bellowed as she saluted him. Cyril smiled. His programming had worked. She was now blindly obedient to him and reacting to his commands as a soldier would to his (and now her) commanding officer.
She was in the process of obeying his current command. She had already removed her shirt and bra, revealing her ample and juicy breasts. Then she shimmied out of her skirt and the rest of her underwear. Cyril—naked himself by now—couldn’t help but whistle at Jane’s hairy yet lush brown tuft. He was looking forward to licking it.
Cyril sat down on the bed and motioned to himself. Jane took the hint.ans ed him. Jane pulled him in for a kiss. He responded as ionately as he could. He loved the feel of her luscious lips on his thin ones. After a few more minutes of kissing Cyril disengaged and moved to Jane’s breasts. He gave them a series of kisses and couldn’t help but lick her cleavage. Jane moaned in response. He also sucked and nibbled on her nipples, eliciting some gasps and even tiny yelps. He then moved his face down her body, still kissing her.
Then he went for her pubic hair. He slobbered all over it, loving the feel of her bush as it was ruffled by his tongue. Jane gave no response. Her mind was lost in pleasure. A few minutes later Jane had an orgasm. Her body bucked as her juices shot onto Cyril’s waiting tongue. Now it was time for the finale.
“Jane,” Cyril commanded. “You are now going to have sex with me. When I clap my hands, you do the deed. Do you understand?”
“Sir, yes Sir!” Jane said, saluting him while on her back. Cyril clapped his hands, and Jane went to work. She sat up, crawled toward Cyril, and after a little straddling, inserted placed her vagina onto his penis. Then she began to rock back and forth. Her rocking soon picked up speed. She was going faster and faster. Indeed, she was almost as fast as the spinning globe that had entranced her with. Cyril’s pleasure was building as Jane’s body was thrusting. Cyril loved the grinding sounds, Jane’s body were making. A few seconds later, the two were reaching the climax.
“Jane, please orgasm, now,” he ordered.
“Sir, yes Sir,” came the programmed response. Then came the orgasms. “Sir yes Sir!!!!” Indeed, Jane and Cyril had climaxed simultaneously reaching perfect orgasm. Then came Jane’s request. “Thank you, Sir. May I have another?”
“Of course you can,” Cyril responded, eagerly anticipating another round of lovemaking.
After their second round, Cyril decided that this constituted enough lovemaking for one day. He turned to give Jane her final orders for the night.“Jane,” Cyril commanded. “We are going to get dressed and go back into the living room. I will give you the globe. You will not anything that has happened after the point where I asked if I could test your geographic knowledge. You will not our lovemaking. Also, whenever you hear my voice and only my voice say the words ‘go global Jane Garber’ you will fall back into this trance and do whatever I say. Understood?”
“Sir, yes Sir,” Jane said, this time more softly as she was winded from their lovemaking.
“Finally,” Cyril said. “There are some final instructions you must carry out for me, Jane. Listen carefully and follow them faithfully…”
4.
Evan Tully smiled. It was a sunny evening. Eighteen years old and a legal adult, he had just graduatesd high school. He was looking forward to trade school next year (he hadn’t selected his trade yet). His parents would be away for Independence Day weekend (they were going on their second honeymoon), and he had the house to himself. He was about to reheat some leftover pizza when he heard a knock on the door. He went to answer it.
Then he saw her: Mrs. Garber! She was his grade 9 geography teacher and grade 10 and 11 math teacher (and former secret crush). She was currently wearing a yellow sundress and white sandals.
“Hello, Evan,” Mrs. Garber said, sounding confused. “Ì don’t know why I’m here but I had a sudden urge, a sudden urge to…’
“The student now instructs the teacher, " Evan interrupted.
Mrs Garber’s eyes shut and her head slumped forward.
“Hello, Master Evan, " Mrs Garber said softly. “How may I serve you?
His eyes widened in pleasant shock. He never thought it possible, but Grandpa Cyril really had done it. Evan once told him he wanted actress Jennifer Garner to be his. Obviously, Grandpa could not do that, but (after significant detail from Evan on Mrs. Garber’s appearance) he said he thought he had found a lookalike he could hypnotize. It just happened to be Mrs. Garber!
“Mrs Garber,” Evan ordered. “Open your eyes but remain deeply hypnotized.”
“Yes Master Evan,” she parroted as Evan waved her into the house. Evan grinned, anticipating that many of his dormant sexual fantasies would now come true. He would soon be sending a thank you note and a nice gift to his grandfather. He deserved it with his big vision and great hypnotic powers. He must have been following that old saying, think globally, act locally.