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Hypnosis Homework - 3 (MF, mc)
by Anon NixPixer (c) 1992

*

Her arms stopped their jerky backward motion, and smoothly reached down to
remove her shoes. She took off her socks. She stood up, and then reached up
to her dark green silk shirt, and slowly began unbuttoning it, one button
at a time.

I glanced at Julie and Heather staring slack-jawed at Denise's performance.
I looked back at Denise's relaxed face and lidded eyes as she slowly slid
her shirt down her arms and dropped it to the floor. This time, her bra was
a dark green color that complemented her brown hair perfectly.

She reached down to her jeans and unceremoniously unbuttoned and unzipped
them. With a bit of struggle against their tightness, she wriggled them
down to her ankles and pulled her feet out of them. Finally, she gathered
her hair in her hands and held it up against the top of her head. I paused,
staring transfixed at her perfect re-creation of last night's pose. I
hadn't intended it to include taking off her clothes ... not that I minded
...

I didn't quite know what to do next. I tried waiting out the charged
moment, hoping that someone would say something, but my patience didn't
last. "Denise, you can't move your legs now," I told her, as I had wanted
to the previous night. This time, I hoped, her cooperation showed me that
she wouldn't mind such a suggestion.

Denise twisted from side to side, her legs and arms and eyes perfectly
immobile. Softly, she said, "I can't move them at all, I ... there's
nothing I can do."

"That's right, Denise, you can't move your arms or legs or eyes now until I
release you. And why should I? You look so beautiful standing there like
that. I could stare at you for hours, though I suppose I'd let you move
every so often to keep you from getting too uncomfortable."

She frowned slightly. Uh-oh. Was I going too far for her? "You're all
watching me, aren't you," she said.

Another awkward pause. Perhaps she didn't mind me looking at her, but
didn't really want her friends watching. I looked at Julie, who was indeed
still staring. "Julie, I'd like you to try to open your eyes now."

"They already ARE open," she said, closing them. "Er, they were, um, hey!
They're stuck! No, I can resist. I will open them ... now! OK, open now ...
1, 2, 3, open! ... They're still stuck." She frowned.

"Hah, I thought you said you could resist, Julie," Denise teased. "You
don't sound like you want to cooperate."

"Yeah, Julie." Heather continued. "You said on the way over that there was
no way you'd let him make you do stuff you didn't want to do."

"Did you, now, Julie. Very interesting." I murmured, half to myself. Then,
louder, "And, Heather, I wonder what you thought you would let me make YOU
do?" She didn't respond. "And do you remember what I told you in this last
trance?" She shook her head. "Heather, eyes close," I said, firmly.

Heather giggled. "I don't even feel the slightest urge to close them. Well,
now that I think of it, maybe a tiny urge, but it's really easy to resist.
I mean, the things from last trance were so powerful, like when you told me
to imagine the balloons." Her hand twitched. "Wups, even just telling
myself to imagine it almost works." She giggled again. "But this, well,
nothing. Why do you think that might be?"

I pretended to think, looking up and wrinkling my face in concentration.
Then I looked straight at Heather, and finished my command. "Obey."

Her eyes instantly slammed shut, and she nodded jerkily. "Whoa." she said,
and shook her head. Astonished? Or disbelieving? Surprised? "That is
really, really amazing."

"What is?" I asked, a nice safe leading question if there ever was one.

"I ... I'm wide awake, I mean I feel perfectly normal, but when you said
that one word my eyes just closed. Boom. And now there's no way I can open
them. I mean, for one thing I just know for deep-down certain that they
won't open. And besides that, even if I try anyway, it's like I can't
remember how to move my eyelids. I can wiggle my eyes around underneath,
see? and wiggle my eyebrows around, or whatever. But my eyelids just stay
calmly closed. It's not like they are squished shut, or pulled, or glued or
anything like what I felt before with the balloons or the ski boots and
stuff. They're just closed, period."

I nodded, then realized that nobody could see that, so I murmured
affirmatively and turned back to Denise. I touched her cheek, knowing that
this time she wouldn't step back. "Do you feel comfortable now?" I asked
her.

Julie said, "No! My eyes are still glued shut and I can't open them, I keep
trying to open them! Give me the signal to open them."

"I was talking to Denise." I told her, and she looked suitably embarassed.

Denise nodded gently. "More comfortable." She nodded, then shook her head.

I thought she might be experimenting to see if she could shake her arms
free by moving her head suddenly. So I reached out with my left hand and
touched her side. "Denise, do you have to try to fight it? Just cooperate,
please?"

She nodded calmly once more, and then stopped. I tentatively reached out
and put my other hand behind her neck, massaging gently with my thumb at
her hairline. She smiled faintly, and I leaned forward, then stopped,
changed my mind, changed it again, thought about kissing her on the cheek,
changed my mind, leaned forward, and kissed her briefly, softly, and gently
on the lips. Then I changed my mind again, but it was too late. "I'm, uh,"
sorry? "er, was that--"

She interrupted me in the best possible way. She smiled and leaned forward.
I smiled back. "Denise, you may open your eyes whenever you wish now."

She opened them and saw me smiling at her. She closed her eyes, leaned
forward, and kissed me, then opened her eyes again. I used my hand on her
side to help her straighten out; it was awkward for her to regain her
balance, being unable to move her legs. "Denise, you can move your legs and
arms now," I told her. I couldn't belive how well things were going.

She let go of her hair, and it fell beautifully about her shoulders, with a
few chaotic wisps draping forward over her breasts. She reached up and
stretched, and I couldn't help staring at the beautiful things that did to
the shape of her breasts. She stood on tip-toe as she stretched, which drew
my attention next to her calf muscles. She didn't look uncomfortable,
though, so I thought I'd found a decent length of time to have her hold one
position. I still felt bad about her shoulders getting sore earlier.

Apparently, the silence had gone on for a while, because Heather asked
"What are you two doing?"

"I'm staring at her beautiful body," I said, which apparently wasn't such a
good idea as Denise immediately turned her back on me. "Denise," I said,
cajolingly. "Denise?" I asked, pleadingly

No response. "Denise," I said, sternly.

Still nothing. "Please sit down." I said, politely, as though it wasn't a
command.

Her head jerked to one side. Then she looked straight at me, and said "no."
She started walking toward the chair, laughed, shrugged, and said "yes."
She sat down, and folded her arms sternly in front of her breasts. I
shrugged and smiled at her. Her expression was a hard-to-read half-smile,
which I thought might mean something like "OK, you win, and I don't like
losing, but maybe I do like you winning."

We watched each other's faces for a bit, but then Julie interrupted again.
"OK, Joshua. I can't do it. I give up. Give me the signal now, let me open
them."

I thought I'd wait till she was a bit more polite. I wanted to give Denise
what she asked for. I wanted to show Julie that pride goeth before the
fall, or, well, nothing so grandiose really, but just that resisting
wouldn't get her anywhere. Perhaps I wanted to pay her back for resisting
my Pinocchio suggestion, too. And also, I wanted to learn why she stayed
and wanted to try it again, let it happen again, even when she seemed to
want to struggle against it all the time.

So I ignored her and turned to Heather. I thought about Denise's earlier
comments, and wondered what Heather had known ahead of time, and what had
"sounded interesting" to her ... and should I just tell her to do it? Or
should I ask if it was OK first. Maybe I could start slowly and play it by
ear.

"Heather. Arms, unbutton one button of that top." I waited, leaving out the
keyword.

"Are you really going to try to make me do that?" she asked.

I nodded, then realized she couldn't see that, so first I said, "Heather,
eyes open, obey." and they did. Then I continued, "Yes, I'm going to make
you do that. Now. Obey."

She did, as quickly as she could. She tilted her head, thinking, then
grinned and reached up to rebutton it, which she did, successfully.

I frowned, annoyed. How should I make her pay for her impertinence? I
thought, and then almost laughed out loud at my own impertinence to even
think such a thing.

But in any case, what I said was, "Arms, unbutton them all."

Heather stuffed her hands underneath her, trying to sit on them and hold
them down. She looked at me and shook her head, but I picked up some gleam
in her eye or perhaps upturn of the corner of her mouth that told me it was
OK. I knew I would regret it later if I read her wrong, but I nonetheless
said, "Obey."

Heather gasped in astonishment as her arms suddenly went rigid. Slowly and
irreversibly, her hands slid out from under her legs. Finally, they were
free, and started rapidly unbuttoning her simple red blouse. As soon as
they started, I said "Arms, go completely limp," just in case I was going
to need it.

Finally, she unbuttoned the last button and looked down at the strip of
beautifully-tanned skin, and I noticed for the first time that she wasn't
wearing a bra at all. She looked at me, shrugged (incidentally bouncing her
breasts nicely), and hesitantly reached up toward the top button.

"Will you cooperate, and stop doing that, or do I have to make you?" I
asked her, trying to keep as light a tone as I could.

"Make me," she said, smiling, as she took hold of her shirt and started
pulling it closed.

"Arms, limp, obey." I said, and they did, dropping down to rest in her lap.
Her head followed them, watching them fall, then looked back up at me.
"Legs, limp, obey," I continued, and she nodded. I thought I might walk
over to her and emphasize her helplessness by opening her top the rest of
the way. But perhaps it was too soon to take that step. Perhaps I needed to
understand her a bit better first, and know more about what brought her
here, have a conversation with her like I had with Denise.

And, as perhaps I should have expected, my thoughts were once again
interrupted by Julie, asking "What about me? Isn't it time to give the
signal now?"

"Well, Julie, I could do that, but I think that you'd better ask a little
more nicely."

"Joshua, please let me open my eyes now."

"Oh, very good, and tell me how helpless you are."

"I can't resist at all, no matter how hard I try, I can't open my eyes.
Please, let me go now." Denise was smiling hugely; obviously, this was her
reason for bringing Julie. Perhaps, I guessed, she felt intimidated by
Julie's beauty. Sure, Denise didn't have Julie's green hair and red eyes
... er, reverse that ... but something about the bones of her face, a sort
of elfin look ... and the long hair ...

I stopped woolgathering and looked back over to Julie. "OK, Julie, I
release your eyes."

She opened them, blinked a few times, and thanked me. "It's really time for
me to get going," she said. "I've had enough of this for today, I think."

"Have you," I said.

She nodded, and moved to get up, but discovered as she sat up that her arms
were limply resting in her lap. "Please, please release my arms, I can't
move them at all."

So I did. This time, though, she caught on immediately. "OK, you got me,"
she said, grinning ruefully. "I'm not leaving until you decide it's time."

"That's right, Julie, but if you want to leave that's OK. I release your
legs."

Denise smiled at me as Julie's eyes closed and she relaxed back into
trance.



