Bi the way...
By Julia Winters
Chapter 1: Curiosity
Chapter 2: No longer Curious
Chapter 3: Growing attraction
Chapter 4: Becoming enslaved
Chapter 5: Katie and Claire's first Date
Chapter 6: Moving on
I have a friend called Claire, she's a beautiful Gothic girl, long black hair, piercings, loves wearing elegant velvet medieval clothing. When I told her I was into hypnosis (I didn't tell her I had a fetish for it, only that I practiced it) she was very curious. She asked lots of questions like "what does it feel like?". I told her that the only way to really know what it is like is to experience it for yourself. At first she was a bit unsure but I managed to talk her round, I can be quite persuasive. In the end she was quite keen, she's normally the dominant type, but she seemed to become rather submissive and a very willing subject.
We went back to my place and as soon as we walked through the door she said "right, where shall we do it?" she didn't need to ask twice, I took her up to my room, sat her down on my bed and got to work. She went under surprisingly easily, within 2 minutes I had her slumped against the headboard, mouth slightly ajar and her eyelids fluttering in a deep trance. Could it be that her dominant persona was just a front to cover up her submissiveness? Originally I had told her that once I had her under I would give her suggestions to help her sleep better and to help her quit smoking. I fully intended to help her with her insomnia, as for the smoking, that was a different matter. She was the only one of my friends who I could enjoy smoking with, and she looked incredibly sexy doing it, so I wasn't about to help her quit! Plus her unexpected submissive tendencies had intrigued me, so I decided to see how far this submissiveness would go.
I knew she sometimes liked to wear sexy PVC outfits when she went out clubbing in the city, so I had her imagine we were getting ready for a night out. In my wardrobe I had a sexy little PVC French maids outfit that I liked to wear sometimes, when I'm in a girly mood, but that's another story. I told her to put it on. She was willing to wear it, but didn't want to change in front of me, so I let her change in the bathroom. When she came out I sat her back down and put her back in trance. It looked a little snug on her but still gorgeous. I told her to take deep breaths and to relax and go deeper. Whilst she was doing that I snuck into the bathroom and changed into her clothes that she had just taken off. She was wearing particularly sexy clothes today, a knee length PVC skirt, and a off the shoulder black velvet top, with beautiful flared sleeves. I couldn't resist. I came back into the room and Claire was now very relaxed and was lying flat on my bed. I told her to stand up. She stood there, arms dangling by her side, head slumped forward, hair hanging over her face. She looked so sweet, so vulnerable.. mwahahaha.
I decided to get my camera and take a few photos. At first I had her believe she was a model and had her strike poses while I snapped away, but I soon grew bored of that and was itching to get more hands on. I tapped her forehead and watched her drop back into trance. After a bit more deepening I started posing her like a mannequin and took more photos. As I was posing her I couldn't help having a little feel. She has a wonderful curvy body I think she must have Latin blood in her. I felt her squirm a little as I ran my hands over her body.
"Relax," I said, "it's only me, you don't need to worry, you're safe with me".
"Yes" she said.
"So it's ok for me to touch you isn't it" Her face scrunched up a bit
"I have a boyfriend.... He wouldn't like it"
"He wouldn't like what?"
"Another man touching me"
"What about another woman?"
"He'd like that I think"
In the past Claire had often complimented me on how feminine I look when I cross dress. I also knew she was bi-curious. So I knew I could use this to my advantage.
"Have you ever been with another woman before Claire?
"I've kind of done stuff with a girl when we were dancing in a club"
"How did that feel?"
"Good"
"Would you like to experience that again?"
"Yes"
"Claire, I want you to stay deeply relaxed and entranced, but open your eyes. What do you see?"
"You're wearing my clothes."
"Do I look good in them?"
"Yes, you look really sexy."
"I look like a girl?"
"Yes, definitely."
"Have you ever kissed a girl before?"
"Yes, once, when I was drunk"
"Did you like it"
"Yes"
As she said that she licked her lips and gave a faint smile
"I'm going to have a cigarette, would you like one?"
"Yes"
"You'll feel more relaxed when you have a cigarette."
I put the cigarette in her mouth, It dangled there, with her mouth slightly opened, she looked so cute. I offered her a light and she inhaled and lit the cigarette. Then I lit mine and blew a tight stream of smoke towards her.
"Now Claire, I want you to just relax and smoke your cigarette. You feel comfortable when we smoke together don't you."
"Yesss"
"Now as you smoke and relax more and more, I want you think about that girl you kissed when you were drunk. Relive the moment in your mind, and feel how it felt as if you were there."
I watched her and could see her beginning to get red in the face and swaying slightly as she started to become drunk. As we smoked I moved closer and closer to her, until I was standing just a few inches from her face, with my hand on her hip. As she exhaled once more I leaned in and I gave her a soft slow kiss on the lips. At first her lips didn't move, but after a couple of seconds she started to kiss back. Then I felt her hand start to move up my leg and under my skirt.
We kissed and fondled for a couple more minutes until we had finished our cigarettes, then I whispered into her ear and told her to sleep. Her head rested on my shoulder and her body went limp and fell forward into my arms. I laid her down onto the bed. I could tell now that she was very deep and would do pretty much anything I wanted. As she lay entranced on the bed, I undressed her, this time she didn't resist at all.
This was the first time I had ever seen Claire naked, she was beautiful. I couldn't believe after all the months of fantasising about her, I had her laying naked on my bed, willing to do anything I asked. Up until now I had been winging it, getting her to do whatever popped into my head, but now I needed to stop and think, I may never get an opportunity like this again, and it was to good to pass up. What did I want to do with her?.
I had already had fun dressing her up and posing her, now I wanted to see exactly how submissive I could make her. I wanted her to be my obedient hypno-slave.
"That's it Claire, you're doing very well. I'm very pleased with you. Now take a deep breath in.... and let it out slowly. And as you do go deeper and deeper and feel blissfully relaxed."
I sat on the bed beside her and repeated this a couple of times as I stroked her hair and watched her beautiful round breasts rise and fall with each breath.
"Good Girl. You've very relaxed, just laying enjoying the feeling of being in trance. It feels nice doesn't it?"
"Yess... feels nice."
"That's right, it feels good to just lie there, not thoughts, no worries, no responsibilities. Surrendering to the soothing relaxing sound of my voice. I'm very pleased with you for going so deep and so relaxed, it feels good to go deeper and more relaxed doesn't it."
"Yes"
"Pleasing me feels good"
"Yes"
By now It was getting late, I knew that if I kept her here too long her conscious mind would start to kick in with feelings of anxiousness to get home. So I decided to bring her out of trance, wonderfully relaxed and feeling great, and continue where I left off next time. First I had to take off her clothes and dress her again, if she woke up seeing me in her clothes she might wonder what had gone on lol.
"Now in a moment I'm going to count backwards from 10, and when I reach one I want you to be wide awake, feeling refreshed and relaxed. Now you'll find that once you wake up you will not remember anything of what happened while you were under hypnosis. Now don't worry, this is totally natural, just like waking up form a dream and not remembering what it was about. You will simply remember your hypnotic experience as having been very pleasant and satisfying, and one which you will be keen to experience again soon. Do you understand Claire"
"Yes"
I remembered I had promised to help her with her insomnia so I quickly gave her a suggestion to help her sleep tonight.
"Good. Now when you go to bed tonight, you're going to have the best night's sleep you have ever had. You will wake up the next morning feeling wonderful and refreshed and ready to have a great day."
I gave her the count down from 10 to 1 and she opened her eyes. I asked her how she felt.
"Good" she said. "a little disoriented but otherwise pretty good."
"Good, you did very well"
She looked out of the window and saw it was starting to get dark.
"Wow, how long was I under for?"
"About an hour" I said, that was a lie, it was closer to 2 and a half, but I didn't want to explain why it had taken so long.
"Really?"
"Yeah, the nights really start coming early this time of year don't they?"
"Oh yeah, of course."
I think she was still a bit disoriented and spaced out so I walked her home. As we walked we chatted and had a cigarette. A couple of times I noticed her eyes glaze over slightly and kind of drift off into the middle distance as she took a puff on her cigarette, and get slightly flushed. I couldn't help smirking to myself. We got back to her flat and said good night.
The next day we met up for coffee. She told me how she'd had an amazing nights sleep last night and how much she'd enjoyed our session yesterday.
"Good, I'm glad you enjoyed it"
We chatted and smoked a bit more. She seemed to enjoy her cigarettes more than usual today. She seemed to have completely forgotten about wanting to quit. Eventually she asked me the question I'd be dieing for her to ask since we got there.
"Would you hypnotise me again sometime maybe?"
"Of course, we could do it today if you liked"
"Yeah? That would be great"
"How about we finish up here and then go back to my place"
"Great"
When we got back to my place I told her to make herself comfortable while I quickly went and got changed.
"Have you tidied up?" She said.
I laughed and replied jokingly. "Yeah, I had the maid give the place a once over."
As I said that a strange look came over her, as if for a split second she remembered something. I quickly interrupted her train of thought.
"Ok, so I'm gonna go change."
"Ok"
I went upstairs, and put on my make up, a long black wig, a figure hugging velvet dress, fishnet stockings and some knee length spike heeled boots. Oh, and of course, my fake breasts. When I walked into the room, Claire looked stunned.
"Wow, you look amazing!".
"Thanks"
"Is that a new wig?"
"Yeah, I bought it last weekend at a gay, bi, and trans-gendered festival in Brighton."
"Cool. You've really gotten good at your make up too."
"I've been practicing"
"It shows, if I saw you in the street, I don't think I'd be able to tell. I bet you actually get guys eyeing you up."
"Maybe I suppose, I can't say I really notice, I'm generally looking at the women lol"
"Well some of them are probably eyeing you up too! lol"
"I hope so.... Shall we get started"
"Yeah, please"
I remembered how deeply she had gone under last time, and thought that it was highly likely that a rapid shock induction would prove effective on her this time. I distracted her getting her to concentrate on several things at once, my eyes, her breathing, her posture. Then I quickly raised my hand up to her face and shouted "SLEEP" It worked beautifully, her head slumped backwards against the back of the sofa, and her body went limp. I quickly followed it up with rapid deepening instructions to make sure she was fully under.
This time I had what I was going to do all planned out. While she was at college that morning I had gone over to her flat and let myself in using the key she had give me and a few other of her friends. I went to her room and took out lots of her sexiest clothes and lingerie, some for her to wear, and some just for my own enjoyment lol. As well as all of her make up. I took them all back to my place and went into town in time to meet her out from college for coffee.
Now Claire, I want you to feel very relaxed. Now, you've been at college in those calls all day. I think maybe you should change into something more comfortable shouldn't you?"
"Yes"
I had her change into some black French knickers and a black lacy negligee.
"Now when you get home form a hard day at college, what's the first thing you usually do?"
I of course knew what the answer would be, before she gave it
" I have a fag"
"Yes, to help you relax and unwind"
"Yes"
"Why don't you go ahead and have one now"
"Ok"
"Good girl. Now as you smoke, I you to let the smoke fill you with a warm, relaxed, feeling of pleasure. And as you exhale, let the smoke carry all your stress and worries out of your body."
I let her take a few more puffs, just enjoying watching her smoking, then took the suggestions further.
"Now as you continue to feel more and more relaxed and go deeper and deeper, you find that, with each exhale, not only does the smoke take away your stress, it is also taking with your thoughts and your will. Do you feel it"
"Yes"
"Now once your cigarette is finished you find that all your thoughts and will be gone from your head. Your mind will be completely blank and you head will be empty except for the sound of my voice."
At this point her cigarette was half gone so I let her finish the cigarette while I watched. As the cigarette got shorter and shorter, she started to forget to flick the ash into the ashtray and just let it drop off onto the floor. I took this as a good sign of her mind becoming blank. She smoked it all the way down to the filter, and when it was finished her arm dropped to her side just dangled there. I removed the still burning filter from her fingers and stubbed it out in the ashtray. She had a wonderfully blank expressionless look on her face, still with a slight trickle of smoke coming out of the corner of her mouth.
As she stood there like a zombie I got out the makeup I had taken from her flat and started putting it on her. Being a creative person I enjoyed putting on the makeup, as well as it being good practice. Her face didn't move at all the entire time, except for the occasional slow blink. When I was finished putting on her makeup, I put a collar around her neck and attached a chain. I wrapped the other end around my hand, gave it a slight tug and told her to come with me. I led her upstairs to my bedroom.
"Claire, do you know why I have brought you up here?"
"No"
"Do you know where you are?"
"No"
"What is your name?"
I waited a few seconds but there was no reply.
"Do you know who I am?"
Again no reply
"Look at me, what do you see?"
"I see a woman"
"That's right. Am I an attractive woman?"
"Yes."
"And you've always wondered what it would be like to make love to a woman haven't you? Dreamed about it, fantasised about it, maybe even toyed with yourself in bed at night thinking about it, haven't you"
"Yes"
"I have bought you here because it is time for you to stop being bi-curious and to become bi-sexual."
I lit a cigarette, took a deep inhale of smoke, put my lips to hers and blew it into her mouth. I removed my lips and watched as the smoke floated up from her mouth before she inhaled it.
"Now as I breathe into you, I want you to let the smoke fill you with lust and desire. Lust for me, and the desire to please me by finally living out that fantasy of yours. Let each smoky mouth full build the fire within until the urge to act on your feelings of lust becomes to great and your instincts take over."
I put my hand on her hip and continued to blow the smoke into her mouth. Soon I started to feel her hands on the backs of my legs, gently at first, but then gripping harder and moving upwards. I took my free hand from her hip and started to stroke her already moist warm pussy. I felt her hands move up onto my back, her nails beginning to dig into my back. Her breathing was becoming heavy and laboured. Suddenly she began kissing me quickly and passionately. She had a smouldering look in her eyes. Her mind was still blank, she was simply acting on raw animalistic desire. I pushed her towards the bed and onto her back.
I began biting her neck as I rubbed her clit. She groaned and grunted, a cross between a female tennis player and a growling dog. She rolled me onto my back got on top of me. I was taken by surprise she started pulling at the bottom of my dress to lift it up. I didn't want her to rip it, so I quickly pulled it up over my head and tossed it aside, she un hooked my bra and was confused for a moment when my breast came away with it, but she quickly shook that off and began biting at my chest and sucking on my nipples. She was becoming very dominant again and I thought I ought to put a stop to that, also, I didn't want to risk her pulling off my knickers and seeing my erect penis pointed at her, it might shatter her illusion of me being a woman. So I grabbed her hands and forced her back onto her back, it was difficult she was very strong. I quickly then reached for my hand cuffed and cuffed her to the bed posts. I began kissing, licking and biting her up and down her body, moving downwards until I got to her pussy, It was soaking wet. I love going down on women and relished the opportunity of going down on Claire. She roared and screamed with pleasure and shook her arms about wildly rattling the cuffs against the bed posts. When she came she squeezed her thighs against my head so hard I thought she would crush me. Then she went limp and panted like dog in a hot car. The sheets were soaking wet with sweat.
I sat up, put my hands over her face, closed her eyelids, and told her to sleep.
"I think it's safe to say, you're no longer bi-curious. Tell me how you feel?"
"I need a cigarette..."
I laughed so loud I was scared I would wake her up! But of course she was so deep and so relaxed that her facial expression didn't even change. I un cuffed her hands but she didn't move them, she just let them flop down onto the corners of the bed. I could tell she was exhausted, so I lit a cigarette, took a quick puff and then gave it to her. I put the duvet over her and told her to enjoy her cigarette, and then to just rest. I kissed her on the fore head and left the room to go and have a shower. When I came back from the shower she was fast asleep and curled up with her thumb in her mouth. I decided to let her sleep, if I tired her out to much she would probably begin to reject my suggestions and then I would be in trouble.
I knew that once she woke up she would be out of her trance, so I left the door open and kept a close eye on her. After about 3 hours she started to stir. By now it was 9:30pm and it was already pitch dark outside. She opened her eyes and squinted in an attempt to see in the dark room.
"Where am I? What time is it?" she said sleepily
"Don't worry, you're safe" I put my hands over her eyes. "Just relax and sleep." Her head dropped instantly back down to the pillow. "That's right, good girl. Just relax and let your mind go blank and go right back into a deep, deep trance."
I could see on the pillow she had been drooling in her sleep, I thought that was very cute.
"Do you feel better now after your sleep?
"Yes, thank you"
"Good"
I knew that it was to late now for the "the nights really set in early this time of year" excuse I had used the day before, it would be obvious to her that it was late and that several hours had past since we got back to my house. She would have to stay here for the night, I would think of what to say to her in the morning.
So, I had a gorgeous naked woman, hypnotized and in my bed. We'd just had the most amazing sex either of us had ever had, and I couldn't take my eyes off her as she lay there totally helpless. The only problem was, sooner or later I was going to have to bring her out of her trance and let her go home, and I would have to think fast to explain what happened since I put her under at about 5pm this afternoon. I figured, well if I'm going to have to explain why she cant remember a whole day of her life, what difference would it make if it was 2 days, or 3, or even a week. I'd come this far, why stop now. It was Friday, she didn't have college for the next 2 days, she lives alone, nobody would realise she was missing, at least until Monday. Why not have fun with her until then?
I thought it was time to try out some more of her clothes. I picked out a little fur trimmed PVC dress for her, and her 'naughty nurse' uniform for me. I particularly liked the long latex gloves that came with that outfit. Then I led her back down stairs.
"Ok, lets, see how much progress you have made. I want you to sit down on the sofa, make yourself nice and comfortable and relaxed. Good girl. Now when I count from 1 to 3 your mind will begin to fill up again and you will be able to think again, you will open your eyes and I'm going to ask you some questions. You will answer them truthfully, and there's no need to feel embarrassed, you feel comfortable around me don't you."
"Yes."
"Good girl. Now I don't want you to pay any attention to your surroundings. Where we are, what we are wearing, none of that is Important. All that matters is my questions and your answers. Do you understand?"
"Yes"
"Good Girl. 1... 2....3.... eyes open..... hello Claire"
"Hi"
"How are you today?"
"I'm great thank you"
"Good. Now I'm going to talk to you about your friend Daniel."
"Ok"
"Tell me how you feel about Daniel."
"I think he's great."
"Go on..."
"He's so sweet, he's probably the sweetest guy I know."
"What makes him so sweet?"
"He's so caring and sensitive and affectionate, not like other guys."
"Like other guys?"
"Yeah, most guys aren't like that, he's more like a girl really"
"I see. Is that something you look for in a man?"
"Yes. Sensitivity, and affection are very important"
"Are you attracted to Daniel"
"Not really"
"You don't think he's attractive?"
"No, I do, he is attractive, I just don't feel that way for him."
"Why not?"
"Because, it would be weird, we're friends."
"I see. But he's attractive, and has the qualities you look for in a man?"
"Yes, I suppose so."
"What do you think about his cross dressing?"
"I think it's cool."
"In what way?"
"It's great that he feels free to express himself in that way."
"In what way"
"That he isn't afraid of his feminine side"
"And that's something you like in a man isn't it? Sensitivity"
"Yes"
"Do you find cross dressing a turn on?"
"No"
"But like him expressing his feminine side"
"Yes"
"Then you don't think he looks good as a girl"
"No, no. He looks great as a girl"
"Is he convincing as a girl"
"Yes very."
"Are you attracted to girls?"
"Sometimes"
"So you're bi-sexual?"
"No- I'm just bi-curious"
"So you've never had sex with a girl before?"
Her face screwed up a bit and she looked confused.
".....y...yes, I have"
"So if you've slept with men and women then you can't be bi-curious can you?"
"...no"
"So you're bi-sexual"
She still looked confused. I thought I'd better relax her a bit more.
"You look a little stressed Claire, would you like a cigarette?"
"yes please"
After she had lit up and had a puff she looked calmer so I continued.
"What kind of women to do find attractive?"
"Kind of glamorous, gothic women. Like Dita Von Teese."
"I see, does Daniel look glamorous and gothic when he's a girl?"
"yes"
"If you saw a girl who looked like him would you be attracted to her?"
"Maybe"
"Yes or no Claire?"
"...m..maybe"
"OK. So Daniel is sensitive, affectionate, caring, and in touch with his feminine side. Which is what you look for in a man."
"yes"
"And he looks like the kind of woman you are attracted to"
"yes"
"so that must mean you are attracted to him."
"....y..yesss"
"Is Daniel attracted to you?"
"I think so"
"What makes you think that?"
"Sometimes when we are smoking together, I notice him looking at me a bit differently"
"Differently"
"Yes, like he's attracted to me. I think he find me sexy when I smoke"
"Do you think smoking is sexy?"
"I suppose"
"Do you think smoking is glamorous?"
"yes"
"And glamorous women are sexy."
"So women who smoke are sexy"
"I suppose"
"Does it feel good to know someone finds you sexy?"
"yes"
"Does it turn you on to feel sexy?"
"yes"
"And smoking makes you feel good"
"yes"
"Makes you feel sexy"
"..y..yes.."
"and that turns you on doesn't it?"
"...y..yes"
I could see her starting to become flushed and her breathing was becoming heavier. She seemed to getting aroused.
"so smoking turns you on"
"yes"
I decided to have a cigarette my self. I lit it and made every movement as sexy as possible, all the time looking her straight in the eye.
"Does Daniel smoke sexily?"
"yes"
"As you are smoking now, how do you feel?"
"good"
"Are you turned on?"
"yesss"
"Do you want to touch yourself?"
"yes"
"Go ahead, nobody is watching"
I watched her smoke and masturbate for a couple of minutes while I finished the rest of my cigarette, got hornier and thought about what to do next. It was getting late, and all this excitement had made me very tired. As much as I would have loved to carry on into the early hours of the morning, I had somewhere important I had to be tomorrow morning, and need to be up early. I led her back up to my bedroom and we got into my bed together. She was obviously still aroused because I could see her masturbating under the duvet. I was still horny too, so I thought, what better way to end the night.
"Have you ever fantasised about having sex with a woman using a strap-on?"
"a couple of times"
"Would you like to try it?"
"yes I would"
I got out of bed and showed her my erect penis, I was wearing the lacy negligee that I had made Claire wear yesterday. So I hoped she would continue to buy the illusion of me as a woman.
"Well look, I just happen to be wearing one"
She paused for a moment with a confused look on her face. Then she said...
"I want wear it"
I laughed and said..
"Well if you are a good girl maybe I will let you wear it next time. But that's ok because you are a good girl aren't you, you like to please me."
"yes"
I climbed into bed with her and we had sex, it wasn't as furious and animal like as before. It was softer and more tender. Due to how horny I had been all day without getting to actually climax myself, I came fairly quickly, but I continued until she had her orgasm. I may be taking advantage of her while she's hypnotised, but I'm not a selfish lover, she had to have her pleasure to. We lay in each other's arms and drifted off to sleep.
The next morning we were woken up by my alarm clock. In the heat of the moment last night, I had forgotten all about having to go out this morning. I had to think fast, what was I going to do with Claire? I had to go out. I couldn't just send her home with no memory of yesterday. I didn't want to let her go at all. I needed to keep her here. She was starting to wake up.
"Sleep Claire. Sleep, down, deeper and deeper"
She went back onto trance. How could I keep her here? If I just left her in bed eventually she would wake up again. That wasn't an option. I needed to give her something to do while I was gone, something that would last for the next 3 hours or so until I got back. I thought about getting her to tidy the house dressed as a maid, but my house just wasn't that messy. On any other day the house would likely be a total war zone, but I had tidied up specially because I knew she would be coming over for another hypnosis session. I ran my hands through my wig as I thought. Then it struck, when I bought this wig at the festival in Brighton, I also bought a lesbian porn DVD. That should keep her occupied for an hour or so, and would also help to strengthen her attraction to women. It wasn't you usual girl on girl porn aimed at straight men, it was lesbian porn made by and targeted at gay women. She should like it.
"Claire I have to go out for a while. While I'm gone I'm going to put a DVD on for you. Ok?"
"ok"
"It's a very sexy film Claire, you will enjoy it. Feel free to pleasure yourself while you watch it. I'm also going to leave a pack of cigarettes for you."
"thank you"
"Now if you finish watching the DVD before I get back, I want you to go into my cupboard over there. Do you see it?"
"yes"
"I want you to go into my cupboard and close the door behind you. Then I want you to hand cuff your left hand to the clothes rail above your head. You may keep you right hand free if you wish to smoke. You will remain in there until I come back with the key and let you out. Do you understand?"
"yes"
"While I am gone, you will not answer the phone, or open the door to anyone. Do you understand?"
"yes"
"Good girl. I'm going to put the DVD on for you now."
I put the disc in the DVD player, pressed play, and put the remote control. In her left hand, and a packet of cigarettes in her right.
"There you go. I'll see you later."
"bye"
I made sure to grab the key to the handcuffs on the way out. While I was out I couldn't stop thinking about Claire at home. I was taking a big risk leaving her alone. What if she came out of her trance? I could be in real trouble. But at the same time, the thought of her back there, carrying out my commands with out me even there, really turned me on. My meeting went on longer than I expected, I was anxious to get home and check on Claire. Unfortunately, one of the women at the meeting suggested that as we still had a lot to discuss maybe we go for coffee to continue the conversation. I couldn't really refuse, as it was important to my business. I told her that I needed to get some papers from my house, and did she mind if we took a little detour first. She said fine. So we went back to my house and I said to take a seat while I went up to my bedroom to get the papers. In reality I was going to check On Claire. When I entered the room I found the DVD menu on a loop. I prayed that when I opened the cupboard door I would find Claire cuffed to the clothes rail, and that she hadn't simply left while she had the chance. I took a deep breath and opened the door. There she was, just standing there silently with her left hand cuffed to the clothes rail exactly as I had told her. She looked at me, but didn't say anything or make any indication that she wanted to get out. I closed the cupboard door again, and looked for some papers that could pass for the things I had said I was looking for. I went back down stairs.
"Here they are. Shall we go?"
"You know what, it's ok, you have a nice place why don't we just finish up here instead."
I was relieved at not having to leave Claire on her own again, but the entire time we talked I was anxious about having someone else in the house, while I had a naked girl, hypnotized and chained up in my bedroom cupboard. I had nothing to worry about though. Claire didn't make a sound the entire time. I wrapped up the meeting as quickly as I could without seeming ride or letting on that something was going on. By the time she left it had been more than 5 hours since I had left Claire with the remote control in her hand to watch the DVD. I rushed back upstairs and opened the cupboard door. She was still just standing the quietly just as before, seemingly in no hurry to be let out. None the less I unlocked her and told her she could come out now.
"Didn't you want to smoke while you were in there?"
"I ran out while I was watching the DVD"
"Oh I see, well no problem I have more. You've been a good girl while I was gone, I am very pleased with you. I think you deserve a treat."
"thank you" "Why don't you lie back down on the bed? Good. Now sleep."
Her eyes snapped shut and her head slumped forward onto her chest. I took her hand and gave her instructions.
"I want you to think back to yesterday, back to your first sexual experience with a woman, back to when I went down on you, back to the most intense orgasm of your life..."
I paused as her eyelids started to flicker, she was clearly reliving in her head
"Are you there Claire?"
"yes"
"How does it feel?"
"fucking incredible"
"Now as I stroke the back of your hand you will start to feel my tongue and my fingers pleasuring your pussy. Subtly at first, like a memory, but as I continue to stroke your hand it will become more and more real, and feel better and better."
I watched as she began to get more and more flushed, her breathing became heavier and she began softly moaning to herself.
"Good girl. Now in a moment, I am going to squeeze you hand and say the word '*******" and when I do, you're going to feel that orgasm just as you did before, feel it all over your body from you head to your toes. Do you understand?"
"yessss!"
"Do you want to cum Claire?"
"yess!"
"Say 'please'."
"please"
"Say 'please mistress'."
She hesitated. ".....please........mistress"
"********"
I squeezed her hand and she came, as loudly and intensely as she did last night. Once the orgasm had subsided I squeezed again, and she came again. The look on her face as I squeezed her hand was priceless, it took her totally by surprise. When she was finished for the second time I let go of her hand and she flopped back down onto the bed, and struggled to catch her breath.
"There, did you enjoy your treat?"
"yes"
"Yes..... what?"
"yes....mistress"
"Good girl. Now what do you say?"
"thank you mistress"
"Good girl"
I left her there in the bedroom to recover for a few minutes while went down stairs to get something to eat. Then it occurred to me, the entire time she'd been here, I hadn't given her a single thing to eat. She must be starving! I made her large meal and tool it up to her. I spent the rest of the weekend enjoying having control over her, fulfilling each other's fantasies, and playing the role of her lesbian lover. But by the time Sunday night came along, I began to miss Claire, I mean the real Claire, my friend. Not Claire the hypnotized zombie slave. I missed just chatting and having a laugh and a joke with her. I thought it was time I let her go home and have her life back. By now I had worked out a way to explain what had happened the last couple of days and had worked elements of it into the things I'd made her do.
I collected all of her things together, dressed her in some of her everyday clothes and sat her down on the sofa. I put her back in trance and told her it was time for her to go home. I told her it had been very nice having her here and that now I was going to walk her home. I took her by the hand and led her out of the house and across town to her flat. I took her inside and put her in her bed, and then told her to sleep.
"Ok Claire, you are back home now. You are very tired but are you are going to have a great nights sleep. When you wake up tomorrow morning you will have a bit of a hang over, but it will pass quickly. You will remember having a great weekend. On Friday night you went clubbing in the city. While you were there you met a girl called Katie at the bar, you chatted and drank and you got quite drunk. You danced with her, and you kissed. You were attracted to her and you enjoyed kissing her. At the end of the night you exchanged numbers with Katie and agreed to meet up the next day. You met up with her the next day and on the spur of the moment you decided to go away together for the weekend. You went to Brighton and stayed in a B&B. You spent the whole weekend together and you fulfilled your fantasy of sleeping with a woman for the first time. It was a great experience for you, and you are very pleased to have done it. You and Katie have agreed to meet up again soon. You arrived home late on Sunday night exhausted, but having had a great time. For the moment you will keep all of this a secret from everyone except me, and especially from your boyfriend. You want to keep it a secret because all of this is new to you and you are not ready to come out to people as bi-sexual yet. You will talk to me about it though because I am your best friend and you feel comfortable with me. Do you fully understand Claire?"
"yes"
"Where were you this weekend?"
"in Brighton."
"Who with?"
"with Katie"
"What did you do with Katie?"
"we had sex"
"Are you going to tell anyone about this?"
"no, just Daniel. I feel comfortable with him"
"Good girl. Now, as well as remembering your weekend in Brighton from now on, whenever you see me wearing my new wig, you will not see me as your friend Daniel, you will see Me as Katie. Do you understand?"
"yes"
"Good girl. I'm going to leave you now, and as soon as I'm gone you are going to drift off into a natural peaceful sleep. You will wake up tomorrow back to yourself again and remembering your weekend in Brighton."
I picked up her phone and entered Katie's number into her phone book. Of course this wasn't Katie's number, it was the number of a phone I used for business. And with that I left. I didn't see Claire for a few days after that. I can only Imagine she spent a lot of her time masturbating, whilst smoking and thinking about her time with Katie. I did feel guilty about what I had done, about using her as my slave for an entire weekend. But I was reassured with the knowledge that she remembers having the time of her life and fulfilling a fantasy that she had for ages, as well the fact that I had opened her up to her true sexuality and a whole new world of possibilities for her. So she had at least gotten something good from it all.
The next time I saw her she had a real glow about her, the glow of a woman who felt truly comfortable with herself. We met for coffee as we had often done in the past. We chatted, smoked and had a laugh together. It was good to have her back to normal. As fun as it had been having her as my obedient slave for a couple of days, I was happy to have my friend back. After a while she went quiet and asked me if she could talk to me about something personal.
"Of course you can, you can tell me anything"
"Last weekend.... I er... I did something I'd never done before."
"Really? What was that"
She started to tell me about her weekend in Brighton and about Katie, all of the stuff I had told her to remember, as well as a lot of other stuff her mind had obviously created to fill in the blanks. Of course I acted surprised and pleased for her. She made me promise not to tell anyone about it. I promised I wouldn't say a word.
It had been 3 weeks since Claire's imaginary dirty weekend. Her and Katie had been texting each other regularly and getting progressively more flirtatious and explicit with every message. It was time for Claire to be reunited with her new lover. I sent her a message suggesting that we meet up for a date this weekend, Claire replied with a very keen yes. I arranged to meet her in a gay and lesbian club in the City, that way if anyone noticed I was in fact a man dressed as a woman, they would think nothing of it. There were likely to be many, less convincing transvestites there so I would likely go unnoticed, also it would be a good way to get Claire used to 'the gay life style'. As soon as I had finished texting Claire as Katie, Claire sent a message to my usual phone telling me what I already knew, that she had a date with Katie. She asked me to come round and help her pick out an outfit for her to wear. Which I though was quite ironic considering the lengths I had gone to previously to dress her up in sexy outfits.
I knocked on her door and she opened it in her underwear. I was quite surprised, this was not usual for her, she was usually very careful about letting people see her undressed. But there she was, standing in front of me wearing a black lacy bra and knickers and a fishnet stockings and suspenders, as if it was totally natural. It was obviously a sign that my weekend of conditioning her was sticking.
"Come in, I really need your help, I haven't got a clue what to wear!"
She took me through to her bedroom where the entire contents of her wardrobe was scattered around the bedroom.
"I don't know if I should dress up, or if I shouldn't look like I've made too much of an effort."
"Well what would you normally do?"
"Well normally I'd try to look good but not like I'd made too much of an effort. But that's with guys, if you show a guy you're really interested by making a really big effort, they think they don't have to try. I've never been on a date with a girl before."
"I see what you mean. I reckon you should dress up. Because she's a girl herself she'll appreciate how much effort you've gone to because she'll know what it's like."
"Alright then what do I wear?"
Obviously I knew exactly what Katie would want to see her in because I was Katie. But rather than simply telling her what out fit to wear straight away, I decided to have a bit of fun and have her try on various outfits before settling on a simple black dress. She looked gorgeous in it but at the same time elegant and classy. She stood in front of the mirror, examining herself from very possible angle, she was obviously nervous.
"Do you not think it's a bit simple?"
"No not at all, you just need to dress it up with some nice jewellery and really glamorous hair. You'll look amazing, like a movie star. Trust me, she'll love it."
She turned around and gave me the biggest tightest hug.
"Thank you. You're such a sweetheart."
"You're welcome."
She got changed and insisted on taking me out for coffee to say thank you. We sat, drank our coffee, smoked and talked out how she was looking forward to her date with Katie. The more she talked about it, the more visibly excited she got, her nipples started to become erect, her chest and face became flushed, and her smoking became sexier and sexier. Just watching her suck seductively on her cigarette, savouring the smoke in her mouth and slowly and elegantly pursing her lips and blowing it out, made me look forward to what I had in store for me at the weekend.
By the time Saturday came around and our date was getting so close, I was starting to get nervous as well. This was a big risk, there was so much that could go wrong. Someone at the club may notice I'm a man and say something about it in front of Claire, I'd have trouble talking my way out of that one, or worse yet, the hypnosis may start losing its effect and she may realize it's me under that wig, then I really would be in trouble. If that happened in private I could probably quickly put her back under and it would be ok, but I wouldn't be able to put her under in public, it would attract too much attention. If it paid off though, I'd get the night of passion with Claire that I had dreamed of since I met her.
That afternoon I started to get ready for the date. I spent a long time making sure my makeup was perfect, if I looked the part it would help enforce the suggestion that I was Katie. I plucked a few stray hairs from my eyebrows to tidy them up, put on my sexiest underwear, tightened my corset to within an inch of my life, shaved my legs and sprayed them to make them look sleek and shiny and positioned my fake breasts so that the looked just right. I had picked out the perfect dress, it flared out at the hips to maximize my curves, nipped in around the middle to narrow my waist and waist cut at exactly the right place on the bust so as not to reveal my fake breast, but to still give the suggestion of a cleavage. The finishing touch was a squirt of perfume and I was ready to go.
I didn't get any unusual looks on the train into the city, so it seemed as if the other passengers were all fooled. I had been practicing my female voice for some time and as long as I only spoke for short periods it was usually enough to convince people, it was definitely good enough for ordering drinks in bars and things. Claire was waiting for me outside the club just as we had arranged. She looked stunning, she had curled her long black hair and it shimmered under the streetlights. She really did look like a movie star. It was still relatively early and the club wasn't very full yet, so we had no trouble getting a table tucked away in an intimate corner.
Claire told me, "You look beautiful"
"Thank you, you look amazing too."
"Thanks"
"Shall I go get us some drinks?"
"No, no I'll go. What would you like?"
"I'll have a Jack Daniels and coke please"
"Oh wow, that's my favourite drink too!"
Of course I already knew that, Claire and I had spent many nights in together with a large bottle of whiskey. I only ever drink spirits because I hate beer; I guess that's my feminine side showing.
"Here let me give you some money" I said
"No, that's alright, I'll get these."
I suppose this date would be strange for both of us, she'd never been on a date with a girl before, and I'd need never been on a date as one. I'm quite an old fashioned person in the sense I'm used to doing all the chivalrous things like opening doors, buying the drinks and stuff that a gentleman does for a woman, I didn't go as far as to pull her seat out for her and things like that, I preferred to be respectful, not patronizing as if she wasn't capable of doing it herself. I suppose it would take a little time for us to work out our roles.
She came back to the table carrying our drinks and sat back down before lighting a cigarette.
"A double, are you trying to get me drunk?" I asked
"Is it that obvious?" She laughed. "No I just thought it would save going to the bar so often and also help to settle my nerves a bit."
"Oh that's right, this is your first date with a girl isn't it"
"Yeah, I've been nervous about it for days."
I reached out and took her hand
"Don't worry, I remember what my first date was like."
"Have you been out on many?"
"Well not exactly, I've been on a few but I don't find girls to go out with that often."
That was actually true, a lot of the women around here aren't really my type. They're quite common and tend to be trend following sheep. I go for girls with their own minds, often with what people might refer to as an "alternative" dress sense. Which limits the number of women I'm attracted to, and often when I find a girl I like, she doesn't like me, or thinks of me as "just a friend", the one plus point being that alternative types, especially goth girls, tend to be much more accepting of my cross-dressing.
I gently stroked my finger back and forth across the back of her hand, the anchor I'd given her was obviously still working, because she closed her eyes and let out a soft mew of pleasure. I didn't want to get her too aroused too soon, so I slid my hand away. Her eyes looked vacant for a second before she came back down to earth.
"I've been thinking about you ever since our weekend in Brighton." I said
"So have I, I've missed you loads."
"Aww"
"I've found myself daydreaming and imagining being with you again, even found myself thinking about and cuddling my pillow at night."
"That's so sweet"
"I've never felt like this before, not for a woman anyway, it's new and... exciting... Sorry, I'm probably scaring you now, I'm not a bunny boiler I promise."
"No It's sweet. That's what I like about girls, you don't get this sort of thing on a date with a guy."
I was really starting to get into character now, I was almost fooling myself.
"The music in here is good isn't it? I like this kinda electro rock stuff."
"Yeah it's good, do you wanna dance?"
"Yeah, that'd be nice."
I'd never danced as a girl before, especially not in heels and a corset, so I didn't try anything fancy. I stood close in front of her, looked deeply into her eyes and moved sexily in front of her, running my hands softly over her hips and sides. She certainly seemed to enjoy it, she began to follow my lead and began running her hands over me as well. I moved in closer, pressing our bodies together. She was still smoking while we danced. She had one hand on my bum and the hand with her cigarette on my shoulder close to my neck. As our bodies moved seductively in time to the music, she occasionally removed her hand from my shoulder to take a puff of her cigarette just a few inches from my face, before blowing it gently past my ear. As she moved her hand towards her face for her next puff, I moved my hand up to meet it and gently moved her hand towards my face, I put my lips around the tip of the cigarette between her fingers, took a long slow draw and moved her hand away again. I let a small amount float up from my lips, then I moved in and put them to hers, kissing her and passing the smoke into her mouth. She inhaled and as I removed my lips from hers, kept her eyes closed and exhaled the smoke through her nose. I tilted my head to the side and began kissing her neck, first just about the shoulder, then moving upwards on to her jaw line and finally kissing her just under her ear and nibbling her ear lobe. I felt her fingers grasping tightly at my lower back.
We continued to dance and kiss for a couple more songs, and then went back to our table. We sat down and each lit another cigarette.
"You know you look very sexy when you smoke" I said.
"Thank you" she said timidly.
"There's nothing sexier than a beautiful glamorous woman seductively smoking a cigarette. Don't you think?"
"Well I certainly liked the way you did it over there. I can honestly say I've never been kissed like that before. Where did you learn that?"
"I don't know, I suppose it was instinct."
I reached out and stroked the back of her hand again.
"Standing so close to you, looking into those beautiful eyes of your, I just couldn't help myself"
She didn't say anything, she simply smiled and looked back at me through half closed eyes and made a soft, low, 'mmmmm....' Noise.
"I'll be right back sweetheart, I just need to use the loo."
I ran my fingers across her hand and up her arm to her neck as got up and walked away from the table and she melted back in to her seat. For a moment I walked towards the door to the men's room, before realising and walking into the ladies. There were a couple of girls checking their makeup in the mirror, they looked my way as I walked through the door, but took no notice and quickly looked back to the mirror. I stood next to them and checked my make up as well, my foundation needed a touch up so I took out my compact from my bag and patted the powder against my face, then I reapplied my lipstick as most of it had rubbed off on Claire's neck. One of the girls looked at me and said,
"I love those earrings."
"Thank you, I like your shoes." "It's really hot out there isn't it."
"Yeah, I'm sweating like a pig"
That was actually one of the reasons I had come to the loo, I smelled like a rugby player and needed to freshen up. The girl suddenly whipped her top off over her head then reached for some paper towels and washed down her underarms. If only she knew, I thought to myself with a smile. She had a good Idea though, I reached for some paper towels as well and wiped myself down as well, it was a good job I had remembered to shave under my arms.
The girl put her top back on and walked out saying, "nice meeting you". I was alone now so took the chance to adjust my breast and make sure they were still in the right place. Having freshened myself up I walked back to the table.
"I got us some more drinks" Claire said.
"Thanks. Hang on, you've got a bit of my lipstick on your ear."
I slid my chair round the table next to hers and rubbed the lipstick off of her ear lobe with my thumb.
"That's better"
Now that I was sitting beside her, I put my hand on her thigh.
"This is my first time in a gay club, there are a few really butch girls in here. I actually think that girl over there is really a guy."
"Yeah, you get all sorts in here" I said laughing.
"She, or he, is still better looking than some of the butch ones though." She laughed.
I started gently stroking her inner thigh with my fingers.
"Do you like it in here?"
"Yeah, it's all very new to me, but I like it, there's a fun atmosphere, the music is good and I feel comfortable being with you here. I might have to bring my friend Daniel here sometime, I think he'd like it."
"Yeah? What's Daniel like?"
"He's great, the sweetest guy you'll ever meet, he's a cross dresser to, so he'd like having somewhere he can come and drink when he's dressed up, he'd probably like the music too."
Hearing her talk about me like that made me wish I was here with her as Daniel, and not as Katie. I really liked her, and thinking about how I had to pretend to be someone else in order to be this intimate with her made me feel depressed. It also made me feel guilty for how I was using her. After a couple more drinks this feeling faded away, and the 2 of us were starting to get drunk. We danced more and kissed and flirted more, until the time came to leave. We called a taxi and as we waited outside the club Claire invited me to come back to her flat with her.
"Why don't you come back with me? We can have a couple more drinks, turn the lights down and snuggle up on the sofa."
"That sounds nice."
When the taxi arrived she opened the door for me and put her hand on the small of my back to guide me into the taxi. I had done this myself on several occasions at the end of an evening, I have to say it felt nice being on the receiving end. On the way home Claire began nuzzling at my neck and moving her hand up my dress. This was more like the dominant Claire I knew, now that she had a few drinks inside her and was feeling more confident she was keen to take control. And now that I had a few drinks inside me and was more willing to be submissive, I started to let her.
She pushed me back against the side of the car and started biting my neck, it felt incredibly good and had to bite my lip to stop myself groaning in pleasure. When the taxi pulled up outside her building the kissing and touching carried on all the way up the stairs and into her flat. She carried on biting and kissing my neck as I walked backwards until I fell onto the sofa and she climbed on top of me. She slid her dress straps down off her shoulders and pulled the top of her dress down around her waist. She kissed me passionately while I ran my fingers through her hair. I moved one hand down her back and unhooked her bra. Following my lead she quickly took off her bra and tossed it aside. I took one of her nipples in my mouth and gently sucked and nibbled on it, she growled with pleasure just as she'd done when she was hypnotised. I moved my hand down her back caressing her bum before sliding my hand down into her knickers, her pussy was soaking wet and my finger slipped easily inside. As I slid my fingers in and out whilst I sucked on her nipples she began panting loader and faster, arching her back towards me. After a few more moments she began to cum, her knees buckled beneath her and she fell forward onto me, her arms digging into the arm of the sofa and her muscles spasming up and down her body. She let one last scream of pleasure and then went limp and lay on top of me gasping for breath. I put my arms around her and held her close until she drifted off to sleep in my arms and shortly afterwards I fell asleep to.
I woke up first the next morning, I gently rolled her from on top of me trying not to wake her up. Normally I wasn't the type who slept with someone and then snuck out in the morning, in fact waking up beside someone the next morning was something I enjoyed almost as much as the sex itself, but in this case I thought it might be a good idea. Last night had been a mistake, a very pleasurable mistake, but a mistake none the less. I couldn't carry on doing this with her, and the sooner I put an end to it the better, the more attached Claire got the more upset it would be when it ended. I hadn't come up with a way of letting her down gently yet, so I left her a note saying I had a good time and that I will be in touch, nothing specific with no definite commitments, but enough to keep her happy for now.
When I got home I changed into some normal clothes and washed off the makeup from the night before. I sat down and thought about what had happened between Claire and me. If it weren't for the fact I'd made sure Claire enjoyed everything that had happened to her I'd probably be feeling extremely guilty, even so I knew I had to put a stop to it all some how, Claire was a friend and I cared about her too much to do this to her anymore. Some how I had to break her and Katie up in as painless a way as possible. I suppose I could just use more hypnosis to make her forget all about Katie, but I wanted to avoid that if at all possible.
Over the next few days after our date, Claire sent Katie several text messages, which was nothing unusual, we had been texting each other often before out date. But this time I made sure to wait a while before replying, keeping the messages short and trying not to encourage her. By the end of the week Claire's texts had all but stopped.
On Friday afternoon while we were having coffee together Claire suggested that we go out tonight to the club where she had her date with Katie.
"It's a really cool place, I really think you'd like it."
"Yeah, sounds like fun, we haven't had a night out for a while"
"Yeah. You can get all dressed up and we can go out and get drunk and dance like idiots. You'll like the music there I think."
"Sounds like a plan"
Over the course of the week Claire had talked to me about last weekend and told me how she'd enjoyed it and hope to go on another date with Katie again soon. As the days went by though I did sense she was starting to lower her expectations with Katie. She started off seeming as if she was hoping for a full on relationship, now she seemed more to be hoping for another date and another chance to sleep with her, which was a good sign and would make it easier to avoid breaking her heart.
"Maybe we can go out on the pull," I said
"Well... we'll see, you can, I've kinda got Katie now so..."
"Well, you've only been on one date, you're not exactly committed are you."
"I suppose not, but I don't want really think I should go with someone else behind her back."
"Do you think maybe you're reading a bit to much into this? I know you like her, but would you go as far as to say she was you're girlfriend?"
"Well no, but..."
"I don't think she would be that hurt if you were to meet someone in the club and have a bit of fun with him or her. She might even be doing the same..."
"I suppose. We never said that we were official together, we were just having fun and going with the flow."
"Exactly, I mean think about it. The fist time you met her, you ended up sleeping with her, She may have been with someone just a few days before, or could have been with someone else between then and now."
"Yeah true."
"And you do technically still have a boyfriend don't you? Did you tell her about that?"
"No I didn't, to be honest I don't think things are gonna last much longer with him anyway, I just don't feel the same way for him anymore."
"Well there you go then, all the more reason to go out on the pull then. Maybe it will go somewhere with Katie, maybe It wont. If it doesn't it's not like you haven't got anything out of it, you've had the chance to explore your sexuality and open up a whole new world for yourself and had some fun doing it. While you wait to find out, there's no harm in enjoying yourself is there."
"Yeah, you're right. You know you can be very persuasive sometimes, you're very good at getting people to see your point of view."
That was no coincidence, I have spent a long time perfecting my ability to talk people around to my point of view, using body language, Neuro-Linguistics and hypnotic language. It was all the more easy if you already have a natural rapport with the person due to a long term friendship often very little covert persuasion was needed, just a comforting touch and the reassuring tone of my voice was enough.
After we finished our coffee, we went back to her place to pick up some stuff from her flat. Claire picked out one of her sexy clubbing outfits, and grabbed a bottle of whiskey and we headed over to my house to get ready. When we got back to my place we put on some loud music and had a couple of glasses of Whiskey and some cigarettes while we got ready to go out. Because the last time I went to the club as Katie, I wanted tonight to be different, tonight I could be myself. I decided on a more androgynous look this time. My hair was long enough and my figure was slim enough that I could look pretty feminine without a wig or a corset. I straightened my hair and put on my makeup, I put on a bit less than normal, emphasizing my eyes, but putting on a subtle natural shade of lipstick. I didn't wear a dress this time, instead opting for a pair of tight PVC trousers, figure hugging black vest top and a purple open weave crotched top over it. I also went for my small A-cup sized fake breast rather than my larger ones that I normally wear, they were subtle but gave me a bit of shape. It would probably be noticeable to most people that I was a cross dresser, but I didn't care; this was how I felt most comfortable. And besides, it would be dark and with the place we were going to, nobody would care, after all I still looked like more of a girl than most of the drag queens, and more feminine than the butch lesbians. After one more drink to get us going, we headed off into the city, I got a few odd looks on the train, but not from anyone I would give the time of day to, just the usual closed minded trend following sheep as usual.
When we got to the club it was already quite busy, as you would expect on a Friday night, so all the tables were taken. No matter, we'd just hang out around the bar, it would be easier getting drinks that way. We drank, smoked, chatted, and laughed just as best friends would. It was much better spending time with Claire now I was being myself. Soon the conversation moved onto women.
"So do you see anyone you like?" Claire shouted to me over the music.
"Several, there's some really gorgeous girls here tonight."
"What about her?" Claire pointed to beautiful looking Girl with bright pink hair who was standing down the other side of the bar from us.
"Yeah she's cute, I love her hair."
"I think she's on her own, she is at the moment anyway, why don't you go talk to her?"
"No, I'm not good at going up to girls and starting conversations. Besides she's probably gay."
"You don't know that, she might be bi, go talk to her, you can start with her hair, that's an easy opener."
"She probably gets that all the time, she does have very attention grabbing hair."
"Yeah but don't underestimate how much girls like to get genuine compliments, especially if its about their hair or clothes."
"I suppose. But look at me, I doubt I'm the type she would go for."
"You might be surprised, a lot of girls find men wearing eye makeup very sexy, look at Johnny Depp, or Brian Molko. Plus if she's bi you might be in luck, is she's into girls and guys there's a good chance she'd go for a guy who like dressing as a girl, she might think you're the best of both worlds."
Was that just the result of my conditioning her when she was hypnotized? Or did she genuinely mean that? It was certainly true that a lot of girls loved Johnny Depp in that eyeliner, and Brian Molko had no shortage of admirers.
"I suppose you could be right. Anyway, what about you? Has anyone caught your eye?"
"You mean apart from her?" She laughed "yeah there's a few girls in here that do it for me I suppose."
"Like who?"
"Well there's her over there, she looks kinda like Dita Von Teese, I like her."
"I think that might be a guy."
"No, really?"
"Well, they're quite far away and it's dark, but I think so." I laughed
"I'm going to have a look."
She got up and walked across the dance floor, about halfway there she turned around and came back.
"Ok you win." She laughed
"Anyone else? What about miss Gwen Stefani over there?"
"Yeah she's hot, not sure she really looks like Gwen Stefani though"
"Well it's the hair really. Bright blonde and curly."
"Yeah I see what you mean. She's not really my type though, I prefer dark hair."
"Ok what about her? I'm pretty sure I saw her looking at you before"
"Wow she's nice."
"Very Glamorous and femmy that's what you go for isn't it?"
"No. I wouldn't know what to do, I've never chatted up a girl before."
"Apparently they like it if you compliment them on their hair and clothes. I'll tell you what, if you go and talk to her, I'll go and talk to the girl with the pink hair."
"...alright... but only because I need you to get laid." She laughed.
That makes 2 of us, I thought to myself. She went and talked to the glamorous dark haired girl while I went to talk to the girl at the bar.
"Hi, I love your hair, it's really cool."
"Thanks, I like you're eyes... sorry, I hope you don't mind me asking, you are a guy right?"
"Yeah"
"Cool, that eye makeup really looks good on you."
"Thanks. Are you here on your own or are you with someone?"
"Well I was supposed to be here with a friend, but she went off for what she said would be one quick dance with some girl, over half an hour ago."
"Oh I see. Well I don't want to seem forward, but if you want some company...?"
"Erm... ok"
"My names Daniel... straight."
"Hi, I'm Anna... Bi" She laughed "You don't get a lot of straight men in here."
"I suppose not"
"Are you here with someone?"
"I'm here with my friend Claire, she off with some girl too."
"Oh right, is She gay or...?"
"She's Bi, she's kinda new to the whole scene, she's only been here once before."
"Oh right, what about you."
"I've been a couple of times before, I like having somewhere I can go out all dressed up without worrying about attracting bad attention."
"Yeah we get all sorts in here, so you've got no problem there. So what do you do?"
"I'm a hypnotherapist"
"Oh really, that's cool. That explains the eyes, very hypnotic."
"Thanks."
"So do you like help people quit smoking and stuff like that?"
"Something like that."
"I watched my friend get hypnotized on stage once, it was so funny."
"Have you ever been hypnotized before?"
"No, She tried to talk me into going up with her but I was too shy."
"Oh I see."
"What does it feel like to be hypnotized?"
Bingo. I was hoping she would ask that question. It's always a good indicator that really they want to be hypnotized but either don't realise it, or are to shy to ask. I had rehearsed this conversation many times, working in as much hypnotic language as possible, to put them into a light trance there and then, it was only a matter of time after that until I was putting them under fully.
"It's difficult to explain. The experience is different for every person, the only way to really know is to experience it for yourself."
"Oh right."
"People always say it's a very pleasurable experience though, you're in a state of total relaxation, totally at peace. Imagine the feeling you get when you're on holiday, perhaps laying on a beach somewhere, knowing you don't have to worry about work or any of the stresses of your everyday life, combined with the best nights sleep you've ever had."
"Wow, that sounds nice, I can imagine it feels pretty good."
"It's similar to guided meditation. Emptying your mind of all thoughts and switching off your conscious mind so that I can talk directly to your subconscious."
I had memorised every word of this speech, every pause, every hand gesture, every slight intonation of my voice. So far she was giving all the right responses and seemed to be in a light level of trance.
"It sounds really fascinating"
"It is, it is a very powerful tool and you can experience wonderful things with it. It's a lot more than the stuff you see in a stage hypnosis show. Some people leave my office never having closed their eyes or even realising they had been in trance at all, just feeling relaxed and great."
"Wow... you can hypnotize people without them even realising?"
"In a sense. You can never really hypnotize someone who is determined not to be hypnotized, but so long as they are open to you either consciously or unconsciously anyone can be hypnotized."
This was the first time I'd used this speech for real, but it was working like a charm. After a few more minutes of talking and bombarding her with more hypnotic language, I said I'd better be getting back to Claire.
"It's been interesting talking to you" she said.
"You too. Let me give you one of my cards, if you want to experience it for yourself give me a ring, I'll do you on the house." I had made up a set of fake business cards especially for this kind of situation. I took one out of my bag and handed it to her.
"Thanks. Here let me give you my number, maybe if you're out again we can finish our conversation sometime."
"Yeah, sounds good. I'll speak to you soon."
"See ya."
Claire had already finished with her girl and was sitting at the bar.
"How did you get on?" She asked
"Not bad, she gave me her phone number"
"Not bad? That's pretty good."
"Well I don't know if it was so much so we could arrange a date or just so we could meet up another time. What about you?"
"Well we talked, I bought her a drink, I complimented her on her shoes, and... I got her number too!"
"That's great! See I told you, you could do it"
"She said she'd give me a call about going out next weekend."
"Brilliant, your first night on the pull and you've got a date."
"I know, I'm shaking, I feel like I've just got off a roller coaster. Let's go dance while my adrenalin is pumping."
Now that I wasn't wearing a corset, and some slightly more comfortable shoes it was much easier to dance naturally and it was easier to enjoy it. We danced for a few songs and then went back to the bar. We drank and smoked and laughed together for another hour or so before deciding to call it a night and climbing into a taxi back to my house. On the ride home Claire fell asleep with her head on my shoulder, I put my arm around her and cuddled her until we arrived back at my house. I woke her up and helped we went inside, we had one last drink and a cigarette before going to bed. I let Claire have my bed and I slept downstairs on the Sofa.
In the end, things had turned out nicely, things between me and Claire were back to normal, we had both fulfilled a long held fantasy and I had opened her up to her true sexuality giving her a new world of possibilities. I would never forget having her hypnotized and mine to do with as I pleased, having her live in my cupboard and taking her out like a doll to play with. But it was a mistake to do it with someone I knew so well and cared about.
...I wouldn't make that mistake next time.
To be continued...
A friend in need is a friend in trance...
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