At The School
I’d never been to the school. It was large with red brick on the outside and painted cinderblock on the inside. The floors were tile, and the windows were barely two panes of glass. This was a middle school where I was going to guest talk about my profession before the twelve- and thirteen-year-old children started deciding what they wanted to do with their lives. I was instructed to go to the humanities corner of the building, and talk to one of the kids’ reading teachers. I was to talk to a Miss. Parry, to discuss my profession, before lecturing about it, in the last period of the day. My profession is hypnotherapy.
Miss Gabrielle Parry was a new teacher, a very new teacher. She was still working on her Master’s degree while teaching seventh grade. She was tall, slender, and the kind of smoking hot teacher the students would talk about all through high school. Her breasts were a good size B-cups, and her body spoke of long hours of jogging and dressing free salads. I was attracted to her shiny brown hair and glittering brown eyes. It helped she had a free period before her last class.
We met and I gave her a brief overview of my education and career. I talked about how I went into a psychology major in college to better understand the human mind. I stumbled upon how helpful hypnosis was. As I was talking, I started doing that thing with my voice, and choosing my words carefully.
It was when I was in high school that I learned I have a knack for hypnosis. There’s something about me that puts people into a waking sleep quickly and easily. When entranced I found most people would agree to do anything I wanted, and if they didn’t agree, a few words of deepening the trance and suppression of certain thoughts, eliminated all resistance. It got me a cheerleader girlfriend in high school. Hypnosis got me a troupe of sexy women in college. Starting my own business meant I could have people highly recommend me to their sexy and wealthy female friends. I had thoughts about how I’m ten years on, I need to think about my own future.
That future involved hypnotizing Miss Parry. It didn’t take long. Five minutes and she was under and compliant. I made sure to implant one of my go-to phrases to drop her into a deep and obedient trance when I wanted to. There was a list of commands in my mind that I started relaying to Gabrielle. She soaked them up without question. Then when it was almost time for the children to arrive, I implanted into Gabrielle the scene I wanted to play out.
The children showed up, and Miss. Parry told them all about who I was and what I did. I stood before these young adults and gave a quick five-minute explanation of what was hypnosis, and how did it help people with weight loss, nervousness, and anything else. Then I ‘demonstrated’ on Miss. Parry. It helped she was still basically entranced when I had her drop down, since she literally dropped down into her chair. The kids loved that. Then I made Miss. Parry give anyone that raises their hand an ‘A’ for the day. This was something else the kids loved. Then I ‘woke’ Miss. Parry up.
When I asked if the students had any questions for me, they all raised their hands. It was comical to see Gabrielle start pointing at whomever had their hand up and screaming they got an ‘A’. She was waving her pointed finger around, and going hoarse from shouting. Then I raised my arm and she gave me an ‘A’ and the kids were laughing their heads off.
I turned Miss. Parry into a statue with the clap of my hands, but would become mobile with no memory at the snap of my fingers. The children were in awe of this. Seeing this tall thin, brown-haired, sexy librarian type just freeze was making me horny. It was very attractive to see her hair swish and then pendulum for a second as her body is immobile by my command. The kids wanted to try it, but I said that I was a train professional.
Then after the statue tricks I did one last command. If Miss Parry was talking to a student, if that student pointed at Miss. Parry she would cover her mouth with her hand, and not move that hand until the student stopped pointing. I woke her up and let the children have their fun. She was talking to one kid, and then the kid pointed and Miss Parry’s hand snapped to over her mouth. She was befuddled at what was going on as her hand would not move from her mouth. Then one kid started acting out, and Miss Parry reprimanded him, until he pointed at her, and the cursed hand covered her mouth again. Everyone was laughing. Miss. Parry turned to me to ask what was going on, and I pointed at her, making her hand cover her mouth again to even more laughter.
I then put Gabrielle back into a trance, and removed the commands from class time. I did fully wake her up, to the disappointment of the students. I also made sure she ed everything from class time. Thankfully Miss. Parry found everything hilarious and mockingly chastised the students.
The bell rang, school was over, and I was left with Miss Parry. She thanked me for a hilarious afternoon, and that hopefully the children got a better appreciation of hypnosis. Then I put her back into a deep trance. I took her mind deep until she was puddy in my hands. With a few choice words I left Gabrielle with some instructions for later that night.
It was after seven that night when I got a call from Gabrielle. She wanted to know if I would her for dinner. I said I was just about to have dinner myself, and I invited her over to my small ranch style house. She showed up in the same clothes she wore at school of a long skirt and a white button up blouse. She greeted me warmly, and I ushered her inside.
Gabrielle took one look at my cook, and had second thoughts. Take an average woman, and hypnotize her so deeply, she can’t resist you. Now, make her go to the gym for three hours a day every day so she can lift weights the whole time. Now, restrict her diet to give her a three percent body fat level. Make her get breast implants that are larger than her head. Have her be naked except for an apron, and a vacant smile, and you have my neighbor. She doesn’t even question coming over to my place, cooking nearly naked, and pleasing me sexually, on nearly a daily basis.
Gabrielle looked like she was ready to run before I dropped her into trance again. Wiping out resistance, and making her have a personality dominated by obedience to me, Gabrielle became a perfect blank doll. Dinner was ready long before I was with Gabrielle. I had to rebuild her personality bit by bit. I needed to discard any struggle and doubt to my control over her. I implanted and magnified her love, obedience, and devotion to me. It took a minute or two so the feelings she had for her boyfriend were less than a memory. After nearly an hour, Gabrielle Parry, was now my faithful and loving companion.
We had dinner together. Gabrielle didn’t even mind that my hypnotized, and nearly naked, neighbor was serving us. Gabrielle found everything I did, perfect, and charming. When I asked Gabrielle if she would mind if I had my neighbor suck my cock under the table, Gabrielle had an alternative idea. Gabrielle stated she’d nearly had enough to eat, and now she wanted something, warm, sticky, and salty. Her licking her lips convinced me.
Gabrielle didn’t give great head, at first. Her brown hair was flying as she enthusiastically bobbed her head on my cock. Her lips were tightly sealed around my dick as she sucked like a machine. I didn’t want a machine, so I gave her suggestions, and pointers, and in a few moments, Gabrielle was giving me the perfect loving blow-job. I shot my load down her throat and she shook for a moment as her own orgasm crashed into her. After a chance to recover, Gabrielle was asking how else she could show me how much I meant to her.
In the bedroom, naked, Gabrielle was clenching around my cock with her strong vaginal muscles. I had her bent over the bed, naked, and was pounding into her from behind. She was crying out in sexual delight with each thrust. Her hands clasped the bedspread as I used her body. She was wet, hot, and sweaty, just like I wanted her to be. She begged me to pound her pussy harder, so I did. Another minute and she was shaking and her hips were thrusting as wave after wave of her orgasm ripped through her. She collapsed onto my bed, exhausted.
Then I said one of my post hypnotic implants, and with a few words and the snap of my fingers, Gabrielle was slamming her body against mine to feel my cock deep within her surging pussy. All exhaustion was replaced with intense sexual lust.
I smacked her ass, and this triggered another post hypnotic command. Gabrielle started to shake and clench as another orgasm consumed her. She was arching her back. Her pussy was a repeated wave of grasping at my cock. I swear she squirted.
I commanded her onto her knees, and she just got into position as my second load for the night shot out. Gabrielle gathered it all with her fingers, and scooped my seed into her mouth to hold it there until I said otherwise.
My neighbor came to the bedroom door, just then, to announce leftovers were in the refrigerator, and the dishes were clean. I told my neighbor that my cum was in Gabrielle’s mouth and the two should share.
Gabrielle looked apprehensive and even with a mouth full of cooling white she said she wasn’t into women. I’d need to deeply hypnotize her again to make my command permanently stick, but I told Gabrielle that she was absolutely bi-sexual, and loved kissing women, especially women I wanted her to kiss. Gabrielle couldn’t resist my command.
Seeing two women make-out with my cum between them was getting me hard again. Not that hard, and I was able to control myself. With a command, my neighbor went back to her place. Gabrielle was on her knees, waiting for me to command her.
Six-months later there wasn’t a need for commands. We were at the end of the aisle with a pastor presiding over us. Gabrielle was in flowing white, and I was in smart black. Her dress showed off her enlarged breasts, and much firmer and toned body. Of course, Gabrielle was still entranced, and obedient. I’m not sure she would have married me otherwise. All of her bride’s maids were also under my control. I don’t think they would have let Gabrielle marry me otherwise. Some private talking from me yesterday morning fixed everything. Also, I made sure the bachelorette party last night turned into a lesbian orgy, which was live streamed to my phone.
I now had a respectable wife. She still taught middle school, and I still did my hypnotherapy job. I never get tired of, on the spur of the moment, throwing Gabrielle over any convenient furniture and sliding into her body. Then after she’s lubricated herself up, I really go to town on her. I don’t know why, but I love fucking her while she does the dishes. I love that better than when I fuck her at the same time, she’s doing the sixty-nine with one of her friends or my neighbor. It took several tries, but eighteen months after our wedding Gabrielle showed me the positive pregnancy test. Then she told me that I’d better put her into a painless but wakeful trance during the labor, because she wanted to everything, unlike our first date.