I nodded some, sitting down on the edge of the coffee table so as not to disturb her and to let her focus on her own body completely. She was lying down on the couch that I’d had for close to 10 years – it was well-worn, but damn comfortable. I was sure that it was partly to thank for aiding her in reaching a state of hypnotic trance.

“Alright, just go ahead and relax, get comfortable. Just let your arms down to your sides, and just relax against the couch.” I paused a moment, letting her adjust, and then giving her a few seconds of quiet to just get settled in.

“OK.” I lowered my voice some so that it was quiet, sometimes a whisper as I’d trail off, but just trying to be very soothing. I made a point not to be monotone, to occasionally stress certain words, but just trying to be relaxing in my tone. Not that I had any idea what my own voice sounded like, but, you know.

“So I’m going to use a method that we’ve used before, that you’re familiar with, that works well for you. I want you to imagine the muscles in your toes for a moment. Just picture in your mind all the little fibers and tendons and everything like that. And as you’re thinking about them, I want you to go ahead and feel them relax. Then just go ahead and follow your muscles down past your toes, and into your foot, into the arch, and feel that relax as well. Just continuing to follow your muscles up, letting each one relax as you visualize it in your head, moving up past the arch of your foot and into your heel, and just letting it relax. And moving up to your ankles, and moving up to your lower calves, just taking it slowly, very easily, letting everything relax. And moving up to the upper part of your calves, just letting everything below your knee feel nice and easy and relaxed. And then move up past your knee, and into your thigh, and feel and visualize it relaxing as well, just feeling very pleasant, and very soothed. Continuing to follow up into your hips, and letting them relax, letting them ease against the couch, just settling back, feeling very good. And up into your waist…”

I glanced her over for a moment as I continued to talk, seeing if I could visually see her relaxing any. She didn’t move whatsoever, but I assumed that was probably a good sign, and I went on. “And letting it relax, and then moving up to your stomach.” She had been complaining of a stomachache earlier, and I was worried that the pain might be too distracting for her to let it relax, but I felt the less I focused on it, the easier it would be for her.

“And moving up into your chest, and letting it relax, as well, just settling against the couch, and up into your shoulders, and letting everything relax. Just going over your body again, your toes, your feet, your ankles, your calves, your thighs, your hips, your waist, your stomach, your chest, your shoulders, just feeling how nice and soothed and relaxed everything feels. And then following your muscles down into your arms, starting at your upper arms, just letting them relax. Continuing past your elbows and into your lower arms, into your forearms, and feeling them relax against the couch, just feeling good. And following those muscles into your palms and your hands, letting them relax, and then out to your fingertips, and just letting everything below your neck feel good and relaxed. And then move back up your arms to your neck, and let it relax, and then move up to your face. Starting with your jaw, just go ahead and let it relax…”

As I said this, I saw her open her mouth briefly, and then let it close again, remaining slightly open. I wondered if the movement meant she was awakening any, but I felt it best to just go ahead and continue. Whatever worked for her. “And moving up to your eyes, and feeling your eyelids relax, just feeling them held shut – you could open them if you wanted to, but there’s no need, just letting them feel good and relaxed and letting them stay shut.” I saw her eyes move a little behind her eyelids, but only briefly. “And moving up to your forehead, and around to your ears, and just letting your whole face relax, and finally moving up to the top of your head, and as you do, just feeling a very pleasantly warm, relaxing feeling just wash over your whole body.”

I briefly paused, trying to decide on which would be better for deepening it, and I decided to go with the elevator that I had tried the previous day. “OK, I want you to imagine that you’re in an elevator, that’s on the 20th floor of a building. And I want you to imagine that the elevator is slowly moving down towards the first floor, and I’m going to count down the floors as you go past them. And as I count them down…”

I continued with this for awhile. I always started with these techniques, although I found that I often wanted to move on, but I knew I had to have patience. They seemed strangely tedious, though I often put little twists on them to make them different each time – I had her imagine that there was pleasant music being piped in to the elevator that night, for example, and I thought I’d ask her what she was listening to when I woke her back up.

Once I had finished with the deepening techniques, I decided I wanted to really test how far under I was putting her. The first couple nights, I’d just had her relax more and more, but I hadn’t really done too much, and that night was when I decided I’d go ahead and start to experiment some.

I thought of something I’d seen on a video from hypnovideo once. I decided to go ahead and try it out and see if it worked – but first I wanted to see if I could move her without disturbing her too much.

“OK, I want you to go ahead and just sit up now, and bring your feet off the couch, and just sit back against the back of the couch – it won’t disturb you any, you’ll remain just as deeply tranced as you are now, just shifting your position some.”

It was always fun watching her respond. With her eyes closed and her whole body basically limp, I never got tired of watching it. It was always slow at first, I could see her body just sort of twitch briefly, then she’d slowly bring herself up and just get comfortable again, sinking down, slouching quite a bit. “Go ahead and sit up some more.” She did, just sitting back against the couch, still looking as if she was asleep.

OK, so far, so good. But what about moving around? “Alright, I want you to go ahead and stand up, and just come with me.” She reached out for a moment, and I took her hand – I wondered if perhaps she was still aware enough to know that because her eyes were closed, she needed a hand, or if it was just instinctual. I still was uncertain about how deep under she was, but I was about to try one more step.

“OK, in a moment, I’m going to ask you to open your eyes, but I want to you to remain very relaxed and very deep, just as you are now. When you open your eyes, I don’t want you to focus on anything in-particular, just stare blankly ahead. OK, I’m going to count from one to three, and I want you to open your eyes. One.. Two.. Three.”

She slowly opened her eyes, and I looked at her face for a moment. Her head was leaning forward slightly, with her brown hair just sort of hanging in front of her face a little – but I could clearly see that she was just staring off into nothingness, with her mouth slightly open.

I have to admit, it looked pretty damn sexy, but I knew better than to actually try anything I associated with that look. Having read all sorts of stories on the archive, I certainly had all sorts of fantasies concerning mind control, but I wasn’t about to enact any of the stuff I read on my girlfriend. I valued her trust too much, and I didn’t want to hurt her.

“OK, that’s good, go ahead and close your eyes again.” She slowly closed her eyes once more, just doing as I asked without any qualms or changes in expression.

“Alright, go ahead and come with me for a moment…” I brought her out to the middle of the room, where there was a lot of open space around the both of us. I stepped away for a second, and I thought.

A few months ago, we had done a reading for a guy that I had worked alongside in the theatre. We’d done Kiss Me Kate together, as the two gangsters, and had developed a close working relationship. It turns out he’d written a play, and so he got a bunch of us together to read for it.

Well, one of the characters in that script was named Angelique, and was supposed to have a very thick Spanish accent (as in, from Spain), and he had my girlfriend read the part. He didn’t know she had been studying Spanish for 4 years already and was quite into it – she also had the same knack for picking up foreign language as I did, so she was very talented as well.

Knowing her enthusiasm for the language, I decided to see if she’d notice the next suggestion. “OK. From now on, I want you to speak in a Hispanic accent.” She smiled and giggled a little bit. I frowned a little.

Maybe she wasn’t as hypnotized as I thought. I didn’t want her to think I was being stupid, I just wanted to test how deep she was. I thought it best to just keep going, however, so I continued, without any change in my tone. “You’ll speak with that accent, and believe it to be your normal voice.” She was still smiling, but otherwise didn’t respond to it. “And I also want you to imagine that there’s a mirror, about three feet in front of you. You’re still in this room, with everything else the same, but there’s a mirror.” This was the part I lifted from hypnovideo. “And when you look in that mirror, you’re going to see your reflection – but you’re going to see the most beautiful woman you can imagine, the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen.” She giggled a little, but mostly just smiled at the idea.

A little uncertain of whether or not it would work, I decided it would be best to try it, anyway. “I’m going to count to three, and when I do, you’ll open your eyes and you’ll see this mirror in front of you, and you’ll speak with the Hispanic accent. One.. Two.. Three, open your eyes.”

Hoping everything would work as I wanted, I watched her expression as she opened her eyes. She blinked a few times, then tilted her head to the side some as she seemed to just be examining something I couldn’t see. I decided to go ahead and keep cueing her. “Go ahead and admire yourself, and admire how you look.” She put a hand on her hip, and smiled some. I smiled, as I was almost certain that the suggestion had indeed worked – she did seem to be admiring herself in a mirror.

“Go ahead and twirl once, just admiring yourself, just examining how wonderful you look.” She smiled even bigger, seeming quite happy with whatever it was she was seeing. I wondered for a moment, and decided to just have her state some information about herself with that accent. “So, tell me your name.”

Without any hesitation, she answered in a beautiful accent, “Maria.”

I paused a moment. That was certainly not her name. I didn’t let it faze me, though, and I decided to go with it. “And what about your family? Do you have any siblings?”

She nodded some, still looking at herself in the “mirror.” “Mm-hmm. I have three sisters.” Her singular r’s just rolled off her tongue, as if she was perhaps a beautiful girl from a farm somewhere in the Spanish countryside.

“Are you the oldest?”

“No, I have one older sister.”

“What’s her name?”

“Mmm…” She thought for a moment, as if she was trying to come up with a name for her sister. This made me wonder if she was perhaps just pretending for me, but she seemed genuinely convinced as she answered. “Elaina.”

“And your other sisters?”

“Baquita… And…” She thought for a long time, then smiled and laughed a little. “I don’t know.”

“You’re not sure your other sister’s name?”

She laughed. “No.”

Again, I felt very uncertain, and I decided perhaps it would be best if I tried putting her deeper under again. “OK, go ahead and close your eyes.”

She did, smiling. “I think I’m still too conscious.”

I paused again. Was she even hypnotized anymore? Had I actually managed to completely jolt her out of it? I wasn’t going to completely give up, though. “OK, just come over to the couch with me.”

She giggled some, smiling. “Sorry, I’m just too conscious still.”

I tried to ignore it, as I led her to the couch and she sat back down. “Alright, just go ahead and relax against the couch here. In a moment, I’m going to count from one to three, and when I do, I want you to open your eyes. I’m going to cue you to sleep, and then you will close your eyes again and go deeper into a state of relaxation.”

Still smiling, she nodded. I began my count. “One.. Two.. Three, eyes open.” She opened her eyes, and the moment she did, I brought my hand up, then down quickly as I snapped and said in a commanding tone, “Sleep now.”

She closed her eyes, and the smile slowly faded from her face. “OK, we’re going to do it again, one, two, three, eyes open-“ she did “-sleep now.” Down they went. “OK, once more, one, two, three, eyes open-“ she did “-sleep now.” She did. “Very good, going deeper and deeper, becoming very relaxed, very eased, very soothed.”

To my amazement, she seemed to just go right back to where I had her before I got her up off the couch. I was still completely unsure of her own level of hypnosis.

So I thought a moment. All hypnosis is self-hypnosis. I’d constantly seen that phrase while I was studying how to hypnotize someone, and I gave it some thought. I’d been telling her what to do, and I’d been telling her that I wanted her to imagine things, that I wanted her to do things, and I decided perhaps I was going about it all wrong.

So I went with a very familiar device that we’d used a couple times already, but I put a new twist on it. “OK, I want you to imagine another dial, very similar to the other ones you’ve used, this is something you’ve done before. But this dial controls your level of hypnosis. When the dial is at 1, that’s neutral, and that’s when you are completely awake and aware. When the dial is at 10, that is how deep you want to go. You keep saying you’re too conscious, 10 is where you want to be, completely without consciousness, that level of hypnosis that you want to reach. Right now, you’re somewhere around 3.”

I didn’t actually have any idea where she was in relative terms, but I felt it a good place to start, anyhow. “And I want you to go ahead and feel your consciousness coming out of your body, so you can actually look back at yourself. You’re standing outside your body and looking at yourself, and as you turn that dial up, you can watch your body relax and go further into a state of hypnosis.

“OK, and go ahead and start slowly turning the dial up, going to 4, feeling yourself further and further relaxing, feeling very good.” I watched her for any signs of it, but it looked like I was just going to have to trust that it was working. “And go ahead and turn it up to 5, feeling even further relaxed, feeling yourself continuing to go down into a state of hypnosis. And turning it up to 6, even deeper now, continuing further and further down. Turning the dial up to 7, feeling very good and very at ease and very soothed.”

I paused a second. I was telling her what to do again. “OK, now, the next three numbers, I can’t turn the dial at all. I have no control over the dial past 7, and in order to reach 10, you have to turn the dial there.” I decided to reinforce it. “Do you want to turn the dial to 10? Do you want to reach that very deep level of hypnosis?”

She nodded slightly, her lips starting to move as if to make words, but she remained silent. “OK, then you have complete control over the dial now, and you can turn it up. Go ahead and take your time, and just feel yourself going further into a state of hypnotic sleep as you turn the dial further up. And just let me know when you’ve reached 10.”

I then stopped talking, and just watched her. I wondered if the silence would actually break her trance some, as I remembered reading somewhere that constant talking helped the person to not focus on anything but what you were saying. I waited awhile, and after about 20 seconds, I wondered if she was just being relaxed, and I wondered if I what I said had any effect. “OK, and I’m just curious, where is the dial now?”

A brief pause, then, “About 8.5…”

I did a mental, “Ah.” So, it was apparently working, she was actually turning her own dial up. I hoped this would be much more successful, as it was really her hypnotizing herself at this point. I hoped it would help her mind believe in it more, and allow itself to go much deeper.

I waited for a little while, then after some time, I tried again. “And how about now?”

“Mmm.. 9.. 9 something…”

I wondered if that meant it wasn’t working, but I just left it, and let her continue. “… OK.”

I tilted my head to the side. “Is the dial at 10?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“OK, now I want you to feel your consciousness step back into your body, but let it go ahead and fade away. It disappears into a mist in your mind, because you wanted it to. Because you wanted to be unconscious, to reach that deep state of hypnosis, and you’re in complete control.”

No response, and I had no idea what to do at this point. Then I had an idea. I remembered that on our Senior Cruise, after high school graduation, that our stage hypnotist tried something very simple for his first “trick.” He had everyone on stage imagine they were at the beach, and that it was extremely hot – and one of the girls, without any cue, unzipped her jacket and took it off.

And I thought to myself, “Well, that shouldn’t jolt her too much.” She had on a brown, button-up over-shirt that basically served as a light jacket, so I decided to see if I could get her to remove that.

“Alright, I want you to imagine that you’re on a beach. But it’s really hot – it’s not just warm and pleasant, it’s really hot. It’s almost unbearably hot.” I saw her brow furrow a little. “And that jacket you’re wearing is far too much to have on in this kind of weather, because it’s so hot – but if you took off your jacket, it would feel much better, you’d feel much better. Go ahead and slip your jacket off, it’s far too hot for it.”

There was a pause for a moment, and some slight shifting, then she sat up some and slid her jacket off her shoulders, setting it behind her on the couch, settling back again. “Very good, and now it feels much better. With that jacket off, now it feels very pleasantly warm – it’s not too hot anymore, it’s just very good. And you’re sitting on a beach chair, one of those fold-out beach chairs, just feeling very good.”

I’m not sure where my train of thought went from there, but I suddenly decided to ask her, “And is there anywhere you’d like to go? Somewhere you’d really like to visit?”

There was a pause, then she smiled and laughed. “Uh… The moon?”

Again, my uncertainty was brought up with the laugh, but I wanted to just roll with it. “OK, the moon. That’s fine, that works.” How would she be on the moon from the beach, hmm… “So your chair just starts to lift up off the ground…” She giggled. “Because this is a magical chair.”

I knew it sounded completely ridiculous, and I had to smile at myself as she laughed at the idea. But I just kept going. “Because this is a magical chair, and it has the ability to transport you to the moon. And the chair lifts off, and then it starts flying towards the moon – and because it’s a magical chair, it keeps you protected. All those things you’d need to go out in space, not necessary – you have a magical chair.”

I said it almost like it was a joke, because it sounded so absurd to me. She just smiled and giggled again. “And the chair takes you all the way to the surface of the moon, and it settles down, and there you are. And you’re looking back at Earth, and you’re looking at the way the sun reflects off the planet, and seeing how beautiful it looks from here.”

She was just smiling. She had been talking about she wanted to spend Saturday night outside, no matter what, so she could look at Mars, because it would be very bright that night. “And you look behind you, and further off, you can see Mars.”

She laughed a little, but just kept smiling. “And it’s very brilliantly red. And you can see all the stars around you. And you know everyone on Earth would be jealous – they can say they slept out under the stars, but you know that you’re among the stars, you know that you’re experiencing it better than they ever could, because you’re among the stars, and you’re on the moon.”

She either thought it was very funny or was very much enjoying it. I was hoping the latter, but I was just getting wrapped up in this story that I was beginning that I had given up worrying about it and was just going with it. “Anywhere else you want to go?”

She lifted her eyebrows a moment, shrugging some. “Um… The jungle?” She asked as if she didn’t believe she could go there, but I just responded very enthusiastically.

“The jungle! Hey, why not? Of course you can go to the jungle, because you, have a magic chair!” And it was still a joke, and I almost felt like a comedian telling a story and just emphasizing something in a funny tone, like “Wah! It’s amazing!”

“And so off the chair goes, flying back towards Earth, flying back towards the jungle. And it’s going very fast, but you’re safe, you’re secure, because you have this magic chair to protect you.”

I almost got the sense that she was truly seeing these things, and truly visualizing them, and actually laughing because she was enjoying the experience, not because I sounded insane. And I started to get more into it as a result of that thought process.

“And so the chair flies down to South America, and into the jungle. And you rush past the treetops, and down through the canopy, and the chair comes down and very gently slows so that you’re hovering over the jungle floor, in-between all the trees. And you can see all the foliage and the plantlife in the jungle, and you can hear exotic birds, and you can see them flying back and forth every now and then. And you can hear a waterfall off the in the distance. Do you want to go see it?”

She nodded enthusiastically, and I was almost sure that she was truly seeing all this by now. “And the chair knows what you want, the chair can read your thoughts, because it’s a magic chair! And so it goes flying through the trees, and as it moves, you can see a waterfall in the distance. And it’s in the middle of this clearing. And you arrive at the waterfall, and the chair’s hovering just over the surface of the pool at the bottom. And you can see all these birds flying around, of brilliant colors, just very exotic. And that water looks great, do you want to swim in it?”

She smiled really big, nodding again. “Yeah!”

I was grinning at myself, really getting into my story now, just letting the words flow out, not even thinking about where I was going, just making it all up as I went and enjoying it along with her. “OK, so you stand up on the edge of the chair. Oh, but you’re going to need something to wear to go swimming in, of course! And the chair knows this, because it’s magic, and so pow! There it is, a-“ I paused, I had no idea what to have her wear. “Swimwear for you, so you can go swimming.” It didn’t have to make sense, right, it was magic? Besides, she’d imagine something.

“So you stand on the edge of the chair, and you dive into the water, and it’s awesome. It’s very refreshing as you swim around, the water feels fantastic. And it’s really clear, and you can see all the way to the bottom of the pool. And there are all these gems, and beautifully colored stones just resting at the bottom of this pool. And the sun’s glinting down through the water, you can see the rays of sunlight piercing the water, and glittering off the gems and sparkling. And as you look over, you can see that the waterfall is actually just pouring these gems down into the pool, and they’re shooting down into the water and just littering the whole thing.”

And I could see her expression change with every word I spoke, this expression of awe as she must’ve been looking at all these gems and all these stones. “And of course, you have to have some, so you come up to the surface, and you take a breath, and you dive down to the bottom of the pool, and you scoop a handful of stones up and bring them back up with you to the surface. And you climb back onto the chair.”

I wasn’t sure what else to do with the jungle, so I thought I’d try her for ideas. “Is there anywhere else you want to go?”

She thought, trying to come up with something, but she seemed to be struggling for an idea. “Maybe somewhere in… Europe? A city somewhere?” She still seemed at a loss, so I tried, “How about France? Would you like to go to France?”

She nodded. “Sure.”

I didn’t even realize it until later, but I had actually meant to say Paris. And for the rest of the time, I never mentioned Paris, because I was just rambling off this story as it came to mind. “OK, so you get back on the chair, and it takes off and starts flying towards Europe from South America.” And I thought a moment.

“But of course, you have to have someone to go with you to Paris. Who do you want to come with you?”

There was a brief pause, and then she grinned and said, “Pierre.”

Without any hesitation, I just went with it. “OK, Pierre. And the chair knows this, and.. Well, wait, if you’re going to France, you have to look good. And of course you do, you’re the most beautiful woman in the world.”

She nodded, with this smug smile on her face. I smiled at myself. “And you’re beautiful, and you’re very, very sexy. You are the sexiest woman in the world, and what better place for the sexiest person in the world to go to than France?”

She grinned, nodding. “Of course.”

“But of course! But you have to have something to wear. What are you going to wear to France?”

She giggled. “A beret.”

“And boom! There’s a beret on your head! And it’s an amazing beret, it’s a fantastic beret, because the chair knows what you want and it creates it for you! And how about for your body?”

“Umm… A striped shirt, like one of those-“

“Of course! And the chair knows what you want, and there it is! You’re wearing this striped shirt that fits you perfectly. It’s been custom made, just for you, and it accentuates your body in all the right places and makes you look even better, because you’re the sexiest woman in the world!”

She was nodding along, apparently happy with the ego trip I was giving her. “And what else?”

“Um, a skirt – just kind of a simple, black skirt.”

“And there it is! You’re wearing this beautifully made skirt, and it looks damn good on you. Of course it does, everything looks good on you, because you are sexy! But then there’s Pierre.” I got another idea and went with it.

“And of course, who better to go with the sexiest woman in the world than the sexiest man? And so there he is, he is Sexy Pierre. And you’re going to France, and-“ I adopted a French accent at this point. I’d been studying it for 4 years, so I thought I was able to actually pull off a fairly decent one. “And there he is, and he is Sexy Pierre, and he’s going to show you around France. And off the chair goes, with you and Sexy Pierre.”

She smiled big, obviously enjoying it, as I continued. “And as you get to France, it’s night time. And all the lights in the city are on, and they light the whole thing up beautifully, it’s an amazing sight from the sky. And where else would you go in France except the Eiffel Tower, Le Tour D’Eiffel, and fuck waiting in line! You are the sexiest woman in the world, you are perfect! You don’t have to wait! And so the chair flies off to the top of the Eiffel tower, and it drops you and Sexy Pierre off at the top, and you’re looking at over the whole city. And there’s the Arch of Triumph, L’Arc de Triomph, and it’s all lit up! And there’s Le Louvre, with the glass pyramid, but you can actually see the whole museum through the pyramid.” The musem was actually not in the pyramid, the station that goes to it was, but damned if I was going to stop my story. “And the moon’s out, too, and you can see all the stars! Which doesn’t make any sense, but it doesn’t have to, because this is your world!”

I decided I’d elaborate on that. “This is your world, because you are the God of this world, you are the Goddess, you are Sexy Perfect Goddess!”

She just smiled, not minding the idea at all. “And Pierre leans over and he starts whispering in your ear…” And I leaned over her, and started whispering in her ear, “Je t’aime, tu es belle, tu es très belle, mon belle cherie.” I didn’t really care if my gender agreement was correct, I was just spouting off simple French phrases that I could do fluently. “And Pierre doesn’t speak any English, he just keeps whispering in French.”

And she frowned some, like she was pitying him, and went, “Aww…” And I went with whatever came to mind. “But it doesn’t matter, because he’s just Sexy Pierre, and you don’t need to understand him. And so he says he’s going to take you to a bistro, where you can enjoy amazing food, and… And he’s saying it all in French, but you’re Sexy Perfect Goddess, and so it all makes sense to you. He’s saying all this in French, but it makes complete sense to you as if it was English.” It was an awful way to cover up my mistake, but it was her world, and she didn’t seem at all fazed. “And so the chair takes you and Sexy Pierre and starts flying through the streets, and flying past all the people and all the lights. And everyone knows you, and everyone’s pointing as you go by, and they’re saying, ‘Look who it is! Oh my God, it’s her!’ And they’re all amazed to see you, because you are Sexy Perfect Goddess, and they’re pointing at who you’re with, going, ‘And look who she’s with, she’s with the sexiest man in the world!’ And everyone loves you, because you’re the Goddess, and everyone admires you and wants to be you, because you’re with the sexiest man in the world.

“And so you’re flying through the streets, and then the chair drops you off at this bistro, and you go inside, and anything you want is there. Anything you want, you can have to eat. Is there something you really want?”

She smiled really big. “Crème broulet, I had it once, it was really good.”

“And there it is! They knew you were coming, and they knew what you wanted, and so there it is, the most perfect crème broulet you’ve ever had! And it’s free, because you’re Sexy Perfect Goddess, and they just want to make things for you. And you get to eat outside, where it’s usually more expensive, but it’s you, so it’s free! And so you’re outside, and you’re eating awesome crème broulet with Sexy Pierre.”

And then I decided, “You know, if she’s far enough under to be experiencing all this, maybe I can actually do…” And I decided to go with it. “So you’re sitting there, eating with Sexy Pierre, and you look into each other’s eyes, and there’s this gaze of just… Just, mmf, just pure lust. And you know he wants you, because you’re Sexy Perfect Goddess, and he just wants you really bad. And you know you can have him, because you can have anything you want. And he can be eating his crème broulet all sexy for you.”

She chimed in. “He’d be even sexier eating it naked.” She giggled a little.

I smiled. “And there he is, naked, eating crème broulet all sexy for you!” I had no idea how you eat crème broulet all sexy, but it seemed to make sense in her head.

“No, he’s in boxers, he should be in boxers.”

“OK, he’s in boxers – what kind?”

“Sexy ones with hearts.”

“OK, so he’s in these sexy black boxers with hearts. Are they red?”

“No, pink.”

“OK, so he’s in these sexy black boxers with pink hearts, eating his crème broulet all sexy. And you want to be sexy for him, too, and you can eat your food all sexy, as well – and you can have something sexy to go with your crème broulet, something really sexy – like strawberries.”

She smiled big, giving a little, “Mmm… And raspberries, those are really good.”

I shrugged, grinning. “And raspberries. And there’s whip cream, and it’s the best whipped cream you’ve ever had.”

And she said the name of some kind of whipped cream I’d never heard of, but I just repeated it back to her, “And there it is with you. So you dip a strawberry into the whipped cream, and then you put it up to your lips and wrap your lips around it, and lick the whipped cream off slowly, just being all sexy for Sexy Pierre, and it’s turning him on, I mean, you can see the desire in his eyes.”

I could see these expressions on her face like she was trying to tantalize someone, just smiling and trying to look seductive. I thought about it a moment, and decided I wanted to go ahead and move on – I certainly didn’t want to describe her having sex with someone besides me. I didn’t want to be jealous of my own creation, after all!

“But it’s time to move on, but it doesn’t matter, because Sexy Pierre will still be there, waiting for you – he’ll always be there waiting for you, and you can come back and have him whenever you want. But it’s time to go, and there’s your magical chair ready to take off. Where do you want to go?”

“Umm… How about… San Francisco.”

She’d told me how much she liked San Francisco and she loved visiting there, so it seemed like a completely natural idea to me. “OK, and so you’re on your chair, and you’re off to San Francisco! Who’s going to be with you? Or do you want to just meet someone there?”

“Um… Let’s see who I meet there.” She grinned.

I smiled some, nodding. “OK. But you’re going to have to have a new outfit if you’re going to San Francisco. So what’re you wearing?”

“A sweater.”

“What color is it?”

“Oh, God, it’s pink.” She smiled, but kind of furrowed her brow.

I had no idea what to make of that. “You don’t like pink?”

“Well.. It’s just…”

I decided to just move on with it. “It doesn’t matter, because you look great in this sweater. The pink just accentuates all your features perfectly, because you are Sexy Perfect Goddess, and you look amazing in this pink sweater. What else are you wearing?”

She seemed just fine with that idea, and said, “Um, some jeans.”

“OK, and what about on your feet?”

“Just these, uh… Sort of black, that zip up the side… I don’t really know how to describe them.”

“It doesn’t matter, you know what they look like, you don’t have to tell me – you’re Sexy Perfect Goddess and there you are in your outfit. And so you’re flying off towards San Francisco-“ And I got an idea. And I decided to go ahead and expand on the whole Pierre thing, in a different way.

“And as you’re lying down on the chair, it starts to send these little tingling feelings through you. They feel really good, really sexually pleasing, just little jolts of arousal. And one starts at your head, and then just courses through your body, down to your feet. Just these little electrical tinglings of sexual pleasure. And they start to form all over your body, and they start to become more focused, just becoming these little points of pleasure. And they’re all those points that you really like to have touched, all those little points that feel really good to be touched. And it’s just this pulsating, pleasurable sensation, and you can feel it between your legs, too, just feeling really good, just mmf.” And I made this sort of muffled sound. “And it just starts to pulsate, like a heartbeat, just mm.. Mmm..” And I started to make little pulsating sounds, in a steady beat. “And they’re feeling really good, really good…”

I suddenly realized that she had shifted position. It had been really slow, but this whole time, she had been shifting back up onto the couch, and into a position where she was lying down. And her expression became really serious, and she seemed to really be enjoying it. Her hair fell in front of her face, and she bit her lip slightly.

“And it starts to pick up, just more and more, just mm.. Mm..” And I started to increase the pace. “Just more, pulsating more and more, feeling really pleasurable, just mm, mm, mm, and you can feel this climax building from it, and it just keeps going, mm, mm, mm, more and more, faster and faster, building continually and just going more and more and more, just mm mm mm, more and more, and then finally there’s this last big pulse of pleasure and it brings you to climax.”

She didn’t make any noise, but it was obvious from her expression that she was immensely enjoying it. After a moment, she laughed some and said, “Well, I guess I don’t need anyone, now…”

I smiled at myself, and decided to continue with the story. “So you’re feeling really good, post-orgasmic, and then you realize that you’ve arrived at San Francisco. And maybe you want to try some more food, something really good.”

“Well, after that, yeah, I need something good to eat.”

Apparently, whenever she felt that rush of hormones and pleasure, she liked to either cuddle or have something really good, like a piece of chocolate or something.

“OK, so you go down to the city, and you stop in to get something to eat – what do you get?”

She mentioned some bread I’d never heard of before, and as with the whipped cream, I just repeated it back to her, and I said, “And there you are, right where they make it, and they’ve made some just for you, and it’s amazing! You have anything with it?”

“Olive oil.”

“And it’s on it, and it’s amazing, I mean the best you’ve ever had. And they’ve got this chocolate for you, too, from… Uh, Belgium, just really good, really dark Belgian chocolate…” She brought her fingers up to her mouth, just letting them rest against her lips for a moment. She looked so peaceful, just curled up on the couch. “And it’s awesome, I mean really, really good.”

“God, but dark chocolate… I mean, it’s really filling.”

“Yeah, but you are Sexy Perfect Goddess – you can have whatever you want and it won’t adversely affect you. And so you have this chocolate, and it’s orgasmic. I mean, it’s the best chocolate, just… Just, mmm… I mean, fucking awesome.”

She looked really amazed. “Wow, this IS great… Man, that’s amazing chocolate.”

“And then… Let’s go explore San Francisco some more, OK?”

“Sure.”

“And so the chair picks you up, and it brings you over to the bay, and you’re looking down at the bay, and at all the boats, and it’s an amazing sight. And in the bay, you see this yacht – this amazing yacht, it’s…” I knew nothing about boats, but just went with something I thought sounded like a big boat. “It’s 150 feet long, and it’s this four story yacht, and it’s yours.”

“What? I have a yacht?”

“You have a yacht. It’s a gift. It was a gift from San Francisco, because you are Sexy Perfect Goddess.”

She just shrugged, smiling broadly, and said, “Alright!”

“And so the chair brings you down to the yacht, and the top floor, the sun deck, is just one gigantic dance floor, a ballroom floor.”

She clapped her hands together lightly, quickly. “Yay!”

“And there’s a sound system there that’s just amazing. And it’s this… I mean, they don’t have to be plugged in, they just run! Because… you invented them! They’re amazing new technology that can run forever without electricity!”

She nodded. “OK!”

“And they’re huge, I mean, they’re 30 inch speakers, just all over, with this… I mean, just, amazing sound system all there. And there’s a crowd of people there, and they want to dance with you – who’s there for you to dance with?”

Without the slightest hesitation, she said my name. I smiled really broadly, I felt very happy to know that this fantasy world I’d made for her included me. “OK, so he’s there, and he comes over and says, ‘I’ve got a surprise for you.’”

She got this curious expression on her face. “And then the music comes on over the sound system, and guess what it is?” A pause. “Salsa!”

Again, a little clap. “Yay!”

“And it turns out that he’s been spending the last months learning how to salsa, and he’s great! He’s not as good as you, because you are Sexy Perfect Goddess, and you are perfect at salsa, but he’s really good. And so the two of you are just flying all over the dance floor, I mean, just ripping it up, just salsaing all over the place, being amazing, and there’s the crowd of people just standing around, watching you, being completely amazed.

“And after you dance for awhile, and the song comes to an end, he says, ‘I have another surprise for you.’ And he points up at the sky, and all these fireworks start going off.” And actually, her birthday was in a couple days, and I’d been planning a party for her, but I thought I’d go ahead and something then, too, since it was a little fantasy world. “And as the fireworks go off, this big one launches into the sky, and it explodes, and it says, ‘Happy Birthday Maria.’”

(Just a side note, I used her real name, but I’m keeping her anonymous – ditto to me).

“And then that explodes into smaller phrases: ‘Happy Birthday Maria,’ ‘Happy Birthday Maria,’ ‘Happy Birthday Maria,’ just exploding all over the sky, in brilliant colors.”

I smiled again as she made that sound that all guys love to hear, that sound that girls make when they think something’s really sweet, that, “Awww…” sound.

“And then he says, ‘Come on, I got another surprise for you.’ And he takes you by the hand, and he leads down to the next floor.” I was trying to think of anything, ‘cause I actually had no surprises in mind. “And so he takes you down, and he takes you to a door that goes inside the cabin – and it’s made of gold.”

She raised her eyebrows. “Whoa.”

“And it’s studded with all those gems from the jungle’s pond, and the whole yacht is covered in those little gems, and the fireworks are refracting their light off them, and giving the whole thing a beautiful glitter.”

“Ooh… Wow.”

“And so he opens the door, and steps in, and it’s completely dark inside. And you step in, and he closes the door, and you can’t see a thing. And then the lights come on, and all your friends are there, and they shout out, ‘Happy Birthday!’ And there’s this cake for you, and it’s a 4-layer cake!”

“Oh my God, it’s huge!”

“And it’s, uh… Well, what’s it made out of?”

“It’s chocolate, of course.” She giggled.

I smiled again. “OK, and it’s chocolate. And he walks over to the cake, and he takes out a knife and cuts you a slice-“

“’cause he always carries it around.”

I hadn’t thought of that. “… Of course he does, because he’s a little dangerous.”

She smiled some, and licked her lips. Apparently that was really sexy. “So he cuts off this slice for you, and he hands it to you, and says, ‘Another surprise.’ And he leans in-“ I leaned in, “and whispers in your ear-“ I whispered, “’When you finish this cake, it’ll give you an orgasm.’”

I expected her to laugh in my face, but she just smiled some. “And so you start eating the cake, and it’s amazing, it’s de-lectable, I mean, just, mmm, SO good. And you keep eating it, and it’s simply amazing cake.” I could see her biting her finger lightly, and licking her lips and closing them like she was really savoring the taste. “And you get closer and closer to the last bite, and you can feel it coming, you can feel that climax coming, and you’re down to the last bite, and then you finally slow the last piece, and all at once you feel a climax course through your body, feeling great.”

She had an extremely satisfied look on her face. I glanced at the clock. We’d been doing this for a little over an hour, and I figured it would be best to take her home soon so she could get some sleep. I looked back to her. “’And he leans in and says, ‘Come downstairs, I got one more surprise for you.’”

“So he takes your hand, and he leads back out onto the deck, and you walk down a flight of stairs to the next floor down, and into this huge room. And in the room is this bed, an amazing bed, it’s huge, it’s amazing. But there’s something familiar about this bed, something you know about it.”

She furrowed her brow like she was seeing a familiar face, but couldn’t place the name. “And then it hits you – it’s actually what your magical chair split off of.”

And completely in agreement, as if she had a revelation, she responded, “Oh yeah!”

“Except this bed has even more power in it, because it’s stationary – that chair is just a weaker, but portable version of the bed. And he leads you over to the bed, and you lie down on it, and it’s got the most comfortable satin sheets you’ve ever felt before, and the whole thing is great. And it’s so comfortable that you just drift to sleep on it…”

“OK, and I want you to go ahead and return to your trance state, just completely relaxed and unfocused, just feeling really good. In a moment, I’m going to count from 1 to 5, and I’m going to wake you back up, and you’ll have full memory of everything that happened, and you’ll remember all the events clearly, like they were actual memories of yours. OK, and 1, feeling very very good, 2, feeling even better, 3, coming back up, 4, almost awake, still feeling wonderful, and 5.”

I sat down on the table again, watching her as she blinked her eyes open, then stretched out. She looked at me, smiling. “Hey…”

“Hi. So how was it?”

“That was amazing, it felt great.”

“How was the chocolate?”

“Oh my God, it was so good, I mean, I could actually taste it!”

“And how about…”

And so, that’s the story of my first truly successful session with hypnosis.