I was sitting in my living room with my
old friend Bill Eames, who is a professor of Psychology at our local
university. We were discussing hypnotism,
which I'd got into a few months before, just for fun, and he
covered as part of one of his courses. He was a little drunk, which
probably accounts for him telling me what he did.
God bless wine!
"It was weird," he said, "I
found that the loudest, most opinionated students
made the best subjects - the girl who is going to finish top in the
Master's class, for example, was a complete pushover."
"Oh?" At that point I wasn't
particularly interested.
"Yeah, went into trance like
..." he snapped his fingers. Then he laughed. "Tell you a secret?"
"What?"
"I never bothered to remove the key
phrase to put her back under."
"Why not?"
"Well, she's gorgeous to look at, but
she's irritated the shit out of me with her know-it-all attitude for
the last five years, so now when she comes for one-on-one tutorials, I
just put her back into trance, get her to strip and spend the hour
with her lying on the floor while I play with her and make her come.
When I'm finished, I tell her we've had a most productive session, and
she gets up, puts her clothes on, and goes away, very satisfied with
the work done. "
NOW I was interested.
"Jesus, Bill, that is totally
unethical! And absolutely wonderful. Have you managed to get her to
fuck you?"
"Never tried, James, too risky.
People have the habit of 'dropping in' fairly often, for a start. As
it is, I get little Miss Fulton to lie behind the sofa, and if someone
knocks she's invisible to them, and I can be standing by the bookcases
or walking towards the door in the time it takes to say 'come in'. It
wouldn't be quite so easy if I had to scramble off her and get my
clothes straight. Since the department secretary keeps a board of
who's in and who's out, I can't pretend not to be there. It's not
worth losing my job or my wife over."
Since his job pays him very well, and his
wife's a knockout ex-model, I could see his point, and nodded.
"Pity. Do you think she would, if you
asked?"
"Without a doubt, although it'd take
a while to get there. I've found that making people accept suggestions
works best if I can make it sound logical for them to do so. I mean,
however suggestible they are, I'd not go try to suggest they wake up
gagging to fuck me in one step. It's not smooth enough to be
accepted."
"So, how did you do that with this
girl?"
"Basically, when I started it went
something like: You've been working too hard, you'd do better to take
a rest than talk about classes you're already doing well in, doesn't
that sound reasonable? ('doesn't that sound reasonable?', 'isn't that
right?' and 'don't you?' are the intensifiers I use most since they
work in a natural flow of conversation, and, of course, repeating her
name intensifies too, that's standard.) I think you'd rest better
lying down, doesn't that etc., behind the sofa you could rest without
being in the way, doesn't that..., if you took your clothes off they
wouldn't get creased, I think a massage would help you relax, you must
feel really sexy lying naked while I touch you, don't you?, you want
to come, don't you?"
"I thought you couldn't make anyone
do anything under hypnosis that they wouldn't do otherwise. That's
what they taught me."
"I'm not sure I am doing - if the
girl was naturally gay or frigid, I'd probably have got nowhere, but
she's not, so she isn't actually doing anything that is unnatural to
her, she's just doing it in circumstances that she wouldn't have
chosen for herself. It works best if you give a suggestion a while to
sink in before you add the next one - I tended to add one each
session, and upped her session schedule to three a week. Of course,
these days she's pre-programmed, I just say we'll do relaxation work
and we're away, no need even to put her under unless I want to add
more programming."
I poured him another drink. "It must
piss you off that you can't follow right through."
"No, not really. I'm happy with my
sex life as it is - being married to a beautiful woman who loves to
fuck is all I need."
I laughed, "You lucky bastard. So why
do any of it?"
"For shits and giggles - mostly
because I enjoy making the arrogant little bitch obey me. I know I
*could* have her, whenever I wanted, so I don't need to, if you know
what I mean. I won't even miss it when she graduates this month,
although I may pick a plaything from he up and coming class. God knows
there's enough irritating loudmouths to choose from, I just hope I can
find one as suggestible as Lucy."
Suddenly, my mind was working overtime.
Lucy Fulton, and graduating this month. Idly, I asked, "You said
your Lucy is graduating. Does she have a job yet?"
"Not as far as I... " he looked
at me, as he read my mind. I'd guess it wasn't hard. "Are you
thinking of offering her one?"
"Well, we've never had a woman
working for Eaton Engineering. It might be time, especially if she was
... um ... predisposed to be flexible about her tasks. I'd have to
interview her, of course, just to see she was suitable. We really need
a ... psychologist on staff."
He grinned. "You want me to suggest
she applies?"
"Oh, I think so. And if you forgot to
remove that key phrase, and happened to let me know what it was, it
wouldn't hurt her chances of getting the job."
He laughed. "You are a wicked, wicked
man James Eaton. I knew there was a reason I liked you."
"The phrase, Bill?"
"Just say 'Damn, it's hot in here
right now'. She shouldn't say anything. Then you confirm she's under
with the question "Aren't you hot Lucy?' if she's moved into
trance, she'll reply 'Yes, but I like it hot, it makes me feel calm
and happy.' To wake her again, say 'That's better, cooler
now'."
I wrote it all down.
"Remember, keep it to one suggestion
at a time for best effect - it's kind of fun doing that anyway. The
anticipation adds to the enjoyment, and while we're on the subject,
for your current anticipation I've got a couple of pre-programmes you
might like to use at the interview."
"Go on."
"The first, which I've used with
several students is 'Lucy, truth drug.' - use that and she'll answer
any question, and I do mean any, you ask her with total truth. It's
terminated with 'Lucy, hush.'" He smiled again as I though how
like dog training commands it was. Bitch training, perhaps.
"The purposes of the other two are
self evident." He went on. "First is 'Lucy, tits out,'
second 'Lucy, cover up'. Unless you're planning to share her, I
suggest you make the interview one on one, not panel."
I nodded, with a grin. "I'm not sure
what I'm planning, yet."
"Oh, one other thing ..."
"What?"
"If it works out, I want progress
reports. Lots of them. Detailed. I like to keep up with how my
students are doing when they leave."
I gave a crack of laughter, and we had
another drink or several. I got her application letter three days
later, and the interview was fixed for the Friday following.
