hypno-sandwich:

They sat in his private screening room, just having watched some second-rate Danny Boyle flick. The credits were slowly marching their way up the screen. 

She turned to him and said, “You know you can’t hypnotize me, right?”

He started. “What? Why?… Why would you say that?”

She leaned a little away from him on the couch, but kept her hand on his arm, as if to hold him at a proper distance. 

“Because… I hate to say it.”

He gave her a blank look. “Go on. Be honest.”

“Because I’m smarter than you, Reg. I’m more clever, and, frankly, better read. I know all the tricks in the book. Look, I’ve seen your little harem, and I’ve seen how you get into what passes for their little heads, but you simply can’t get into mine…. you’re just…”

While she had been talking, Reg stood up, and was pacing in front of her. He stopped, a curious look on his face.

“I’m just… what?” A more attentive person might have seen the concealed fury raging below his face. She was a very attentive person.

“You’re just….” she giggled, “Not good enough.” She paused for effect. “You’re not really strong enough to handle me even if you got me.” 

Reg grabbed a glass and walked behind her to get to the bar, apparently to grab another soda. 

“Really?” he asked. 

She didn’t even bother to turn around. “Really.”

He clicked something in his pockets and, all at once, the lights in the theater went out. Another click, and there, on the screen was this enormous, slightly green spiral, swirling and spinning. 

She went to turn around, to tell him he was wasting his time, but he was right there, with his hands clutching her hair. He moved whole body by her hair, until she was sitting and she was facing the screen. A brief smile danced across her lips. 

“Listen, girl,” and the sneer in his voice was palpable. “I wasn’t going to take you into my ‘harem,’ and I’m still not sure I want to. Frankly, I have higher standards. Your skirt’s just a little too high, and you undid just one too many buttons when you went to the bathroom after dinner. What sort of girl does that, I wonder? Hm?” He paused. “Well I don’t care, because you’ll tell me what sort of girl you are by the end of the night.” 

He shuffled around, putting in some earplugs, and then, clicked another button. Now, in addition to the spiral, there were flashing lights, and a hum in the distance, like whispers begging for her to do something.“

“But since you want proof of how ‘good’ I am. I’ll let you have it. Just for now.”

She struggled, but they both knew she couldn’t really win. He shoved her right back down into the couch and she landed with a poorly contained yelp.

“Look at the spiral, girl. Watch it! Because any second I’m going to hypnotize the fuck out of you. And I haven’t decided if you deserve to know when it happens or not. I haven’t decided if you’re going to slowly fall into the trance ‘cause I pushed you, or if you’re going to surrender to it and wind up on your knees begging to go even deeper. I don’t know if I’m going to waste hours guiding you through every crevice of trance, or if I’m just going to fuck your conscious mind into submission.”

She shook her head “no,” but it was already half-hearted.

“Even now you can feel my will pouring over you, as my whispers in your ear combine with the whispers in this studio, drowning your will. Even now your unconscious mind is paying attention to all those tiny little subliminal words I put into that spiral. Submit. Give in. Obey. 

“I don’t even have to put you into a trance. In less than three minutes you’ll be so suggestible to me and my voice, I can tell you what to do when you’re wide awake and you’ll beg for me to let you do it. 

“You want to know how I know you’re about to give in? It’s the way you’re squeezing those bare thighs of yours together, desperately trying to ignore how turned on you are, right now.

“And right now, we’re so far away from where you were when I turned on that spiral. Because the moment I turned the spiral on your mind turned started to turn off, and a whole different part of your body turned on.”

She continued to shake her head.

“Go on. Resist. I’m begging you. Please don’t ask me to be part of my terrible ‘harem.’ Don’t give in to me. How embarrassing for you to give in to the man who’s not as clever as you are, who’s not as smart, who’s not as well-read, who doesn’t know ‘all the tricks in the book.’ Come on, girl. Don’t give in. Stay conscious. Don’t listen to those voices in the room how good it feels to give in, to obey, to submit, to be just another conquest for me. Don’t be one of them.”

She was trying so desperately to resist. Part of her was turned on, part of her, after all, wanted his attention. But like this? She kept shaking her head. She was on the brink of tears, her eyes beginning to water with frustration. 

“Resist. Show me what a clever girl would do in this situation. Tell me what a smart girl would  do. Tell me.”

She couldn’t find the words. She felt like she was holding on to her last shred of dignity, her last shred of willpower, her last shred of consciousness. The lights were disorienting her. She saw words flying by in all the corners of the room. Those whispers, telling her to give in. And always there was that screen with the spiral. And always there was his voice, goading her, mocking her, telling her not to give in. 

“Show me what kind of girl you are. Show me how you’re better than me. Don’t sleep. Don’t give into this trance. Don’t give into the whispers. It’d make me happy to see you resist all this pressure on your poor. Little. Mind. So come not. Don’t fall. Don’t let me push you. Don’t give in.”

She could practically taste the mocking tone in his voice. Her mind was a racing blur, trying to keep up with his words and all the sounds and visuals. She had to fight him. She couldn’t do what he wanted. What did he want? It was getting so hard to think, like moving through molasses. She didn’t even notice that he wasn’t holding her by the hair anymore, that she had slumped so far forward she was on her knees, her head spinning in time to the spiral and the whispers all around her. She was, literally, overcome.

“So don’t do it. Show me what you’re made of! Don’t give in, girl. Stay awake”

That was it! She’d show him! She wouldn’t let him push her around, she thought to herself. 

And with that, her mind executed a brilliant, perfect 10 dive into a deep, deep trance. And another smile came across her face. Those this time, it stayed.

After all… she showed she was smarter than him. 

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Don’t try this at home. This is fantasy, and you shouldn’t do NC-hypno on a first date or in any interaction with another human being. Please, no wagering. 

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