"You can't do it." Rachel challenged.
It was one of those hot summer afternoons and my girlfriend and me were
out at my parent's house. We hung out at the backyard pool talking
whatever. Then, a particular topic came up.
"I don't believe that you can hypnotize me." She was 5'4", golden
great curves and wearing her royal blue bikini under a pink tank top
shorts. We've been friends for a while, but personally I call her my
in my mind. I don't ever mention it to her though. My parents were out
state and my sister was at a friend's house at a party or something. We
one of those large houses that didn't have neighbors living in earshot
Rachel may be beautiful, but she isn't one of those girls that likes
treated like an item. She cuts no crud from anybody. On the other hand,
usually quiet and shy when I'm around.
"In fact, I bet you that if you can't hypnotize me, I dare to see you
skinny-dipping in that pool there." Now, usually I don't like betting
challenged. However, I've been studying on hypnosis for a long time
imagined again and again what it would be like to actually have someone
will. Imagining and doing are two different things, though.
She sat on one of the pool chairs, giving me a coy smirk. "You up to
Again, I couldn't pass this opportunity up. "Alright." I replied. "But
I want to
do this inside. It's too darn hot out here." Rachel thought for a
agreed. We decided to do this in my room.
Fortunately, my parents had air-conditioning. I let her take her socks
off. Then I put a couple of pillows to prop her head up when she laid
came the unfortunate part. We had the comfortable environment; I had
to be hypnotized. Unfortunately, no matter what I read, no matter what
to see, I've never been actually able to figure out how to do an
I ran over all the steps in my mind. To induct, first I had to get the
relax. She rolled her eyes. "Come on, O Wise One. I'm already waiting."
"Okay," taking a deep breath in and out. "Try closing your eyes at
probably still didn't believe I could do it, so she complied willingly.
placed her hands on top of her stomach.
I had Rachel start with a few deep breaths. Shifting closer to her
started the induction talk.
"As you're lying there concentrating on your breathing," I told her, "I
to imagine a very strange idea. I wonder if you can imagine that you
actually breathe through your fingertips. Just imagine that rather
that you can actually breathe in through your fingertips." I gave her a
seconds to think about that before going on. "Imagine that you can feel
moving in through your hands, slowly at first, with perhaps just a
tingling sensation as it flows past your palms. And now just imagine
feeling moving slowly up your arms, through your elbows, up to the
Feeling that comforting flow of air moving through both arms, both
I could see Rachel's hands twitching a little, her fingers spreading
a hair, and took that as a good sign. "As you feel that slight tingle,
comforting flow of air moving through your arms, you may notice that it
the muscles in your hands feeling warm and loose, relaxed, lazy. Just
that, imagine the air flowing through your hands, relaxing them,
tingle through your elbows and shoulders, relaxing your arms completely
flows through. Breathe deeply and feel the flow as your arms relax so
completely." The twitching stopped, and Rachel's arms seemed to settle,
and falling as she breathed in and out.
After a few seconds, I continued. "As you feel that comforting,
relaxing flow of
air moving through your hands, through your arms to your shoulders,
finding again that faint tingling sensation, perhaps in your elbows or
this time, then moving down through your body. Down through your chest
stomach, down through your hips, down through your thighs, into your
shins and calves. Again, you might feel that faint tingling sensation
there, just below your knees, moving down through your ankles and out
bottoms of your feet. And you can find a great deal of calmness and
this rather strange idea that you can breathe in through your fingers,
can actually feel the air moving through your whole body in one single,
comforting flow. A unidirectional flow, moving through your whole body
single comforting flow. The calmness and relaxation you breathe in
involved with the tensions and stresses that you breathe away from
With each breath you take, with each word I speak, you find yourself
steadily more and more relaxed."
I looked back at Rachel's face. Her jaw looked slack and her lips were
I was on a roll, but I was wondering if she was faking it or not. I
keep going with a deepener.
"Very good, Rachel. With each breath you take, each word I speak, you
yourself becoming steadily more and more relaxed. As you relax, you
notice the weight of your head against the soft mat, wondering if that
might seem to gently increase as you relax even more. Feeling also the
your feet on the pad, and noticing how that weight, too, seems to
increase even as you think about it."
"You find that sensation of total relaxation, as if you are lying on
bed after a hot shower, sinking gently into the mattress, letting it
you, feeling totally calm, totally safe. With each breath you take,
word I speak, allowing that feeling of great calmness, comfort, and
increase. Feeling that warm, relaxing flow of air continuing to move
your whole body, from your hands, through your arms, down through your
out through your feet."
Rachel's breathing had slowed so much I could barely tell when she
watched her for a few moments. I kept thinking, "She's so beautiful
As I led Rachel down an imaginary staircase, telling her that each step
deeper into hypnosis, I watched her. As we got closer to the bottom of
staircase, it seemed as though her face began to flush slightly.
I believed I was done using the induction sequence. But how to tell if
worked. I ran my eyes over her relaxed body. My eyes locked onto her
knew how ticklish she usually was. If she were faking it, she'd wake up
giggling. I gently placed her feet into my hands and lightly stroked
soles. I watched her face for any reaction. Surprisingly, there wasn't
change in her face at all. I tickled a little harder. Still no
reaction. I let
go of her feet and placed it back on the bed.
"Oh my freakin'..." I couldn't believe it. I actually had her in a
heart was racing in overdrive. I couldn't think straight. After all
of imagining and fantasizing, I finally achieved the unreachable. But
through my entire body was pumping with adrenaline and hormones, a
in my head reminded me the golden rule of hypnosis: "You cannot force a
to do anything that is against his or her moral fiber." But, I also
the loophole in that statement. "However, if you put the subject into a
situation where the action is logical, he or she will execute it." That
that if I wanted her to strip, I couldn't go forward with a direct
knew she wouldn't do that if she were awake and instantly wake up from
trance. I would lose and she would gloat about it for awhile. There
were a few
suggestions that I could use. I could use the subtle approach and allow
lose control of her hands and let her strip like that. Or I could use
non-subtle approach and make her think she was about to take a shower
her believe that we were playing strip poker. Of course since I was
improv, without a script or any preparation, I had to think carefully
said anything. Another rule I learned: "The sub-conscious mind is
will take any suggestion literally, word for word, detail by detail. Be
what you say." I decided to go for the strip poker suggestion. I had
she was playing with other people and that she always would get a
However, she wouldn't be put-off but would keep playing until I told
stop. She played a few imaginary rounds with her always losing. First
tank-top, then her shorts, followed by her bikini top and lastly her
soon as the last piece of clothing fell to the floor, I commanded her
to go back
into a deep trance. She willingly obeyed and stood there, eyes closed,
clothes and had absolutely no idea what was happening to her. I wanted
her to at
least be able to see her baby blue eyes though.
"You will open your eyes, but will remain in trance. You will not look
at me unless told to," and then after a moment's thought, "you will
necessary, but you will continue to stare straight ahead." Her eyes
and focused on no spot in particular.
By this time, I was particularly turned on by the whole ordeal. I knew
moment, my ego was being given a hyper-boost. Now, I needed to figure
to do with her.
I thought for a moment, then remembered something that I read in a
I couldn't wait to do it.
"Kneel straight." She complied by getting on her knees, and her body
L-shape. "Each of your wrists is tied to a bunch of red balloons. You
your arms becoming lighter...and lighter...your arms start to drift
them. Feel them floating up into the air." Her arms started to rise, up
until they reached up high to the ceiling. "The balloons are being
your hands, but your arms continue to stay frozen where you are. It is
your arm is welded to a steel rod. You cannot put your arms down even
tried. You can try, but you will not be able to put your arms down." I
frustration in her face, trying to struggle with her arms, trying to
downward, but to no avail. "You can stop trying now." Instantly, she
forced her to spread her legs as far as possible, but to keep her legs
right angle. "Now, you will find this position extremely comfortable.
wouldn't want to move from this position as it relaxes you." I saw her
muscles become more and more slack. I deepened the trance more and more
finally did what I was ready to do.
"You are a statue, a beautiful and majestic statue. You stand tall,
over all statues. You are a complete goddess." I paused to let the
in. "People everyday come by to admire your beauty, to gaze in awe over
form." I took a deep breath. "But you are no ordinary statue. You have
formed with a special plaster that allows you to feel sensitivity." I
was a little confused with that, so I said, "You are special because
feel and touch, you can feel hot or cold, rough or smooth, pain or
more a certain spot is touched, the more sensitive it becomes. You long
someone to climb up to your pedestal and touch you. But days go by and
has come. Do you want someone to touch you? You can tell me what you're
because I'm your creator." She moaned out a "Yes."
"Do you want me to come up there on your pedestal and touch you?" Again
moaned out a "Yes."
"I am climbing up to your pedestal. You feel so calm and happy whenever
you. You may be a statue, but you can still let out your expressions." At this,
I kneel down and place my fingers on the soles of her feet. For all you
fetish people, I just want to say I'm usually not a foot guy. I like
the upper body better. So I was planning to stick around her for a few
and then continue on. "Ask me to touch you."
"Please touch me." Well, since she asked so nicely...
"Do you feel my touch?" I start drawing circles on her feet. Of course,
starts to giggle. "Remember, the more you are touched, the more
becomes!" At that, her giggling started to increase. I started to rake
fingernails across the soles. She shrieked every time I passed from one
the foot to the other. After a few minutes, I stopped. She continued to
afterward, even though I wasn't touching her. 'Next on the tour,' I
reinforced the suggestion that she was still a statue and couldn't
raised my hands up to her smooth, flat stomach. Then, I told her, it
was not my
fingers that was touching her, but soft, fluffy feathers. I then
tickle all over her belly, making sure to get into the navel. I could
stomach contracting with every touch. She was starting to laugh into
when I got to her sides. I went and started to knead and prod her
sure I got in between each individual rib. I spent as long as I could,
so badly for her to laugh. By this time, her hair was all sweaty and
her face. Speaking of her face, her face was frozen into an immovable
never once said anything but releasing her sweet, musical laughter.
came to my favorite part.
"Are you ticklish under your arms?" I asked, knowing the answer.
She giggled out a "Yes."
"You can fell your sensitivity in your armpits
every second that passes, your armpits are becoming more and more
don't think she could withstand the anticipation. Then, slowly, I
barely let one
finger touch under the smooth surface of her arm. She screamed.
placed another finger under the other arm. She started to bust out with
wrenching belly laughter. I couldn't believe it. I only had two fingers
weren't even moving and she was attempting to thrash about. I withdrew
fingers and she continued to laugh afterward for a few minutes. I
waited for her
to calm down. When she did, I nuzzled my nose into her armpit. That got
start laughing all over again. I took a look at her breasts. I could
see she was
actually enjoying this pleasurable torture. So, I started to trace my
around and around in a circle around her nipples. She started to moan
pleasure. "Are you liking this?" I asked her. She didn't and couldn't
she was too far gone in sane mind to comprehend what I was asking. She
and groaned to my touch. Finally, I couldn't resist and started to
fingers into her so sensitive armpits. She quickly went from a moan to
in no time at all. I was so absorbed in tickling her, I was caught off
when she started to orgasm. I stopped immediately, but she kept going
again and again. Finally, she stopped. Tears were leaking out of her
mouth was wide open, drooling out of her mouth. I quickly released her
the statue mode, carried her and laid her out on the bed. Her breathing
to become deep again. I automatically went into another trance
I think she was still out of it. I moved her arms and legs and put her
spread-eagle position. I think you all know where I'm going with this.
her the post-hypnotic suggestion that she was bound with blue scarves
couldn't move out of her position even if she tried. I also said that
wouldn't be able to see me, hear me, but not see me. Finally, so I
could put her
back in trance quicker, I gave her the post-hypnotic trigger to put her
into trance. I made sure that every time I used the trigger, she would
deeper more farther than before. The trigger was the snap of my fingers
To wake her out of a trance, I only had to clap three times.
I finally implanted this really deep into her mind, no matter what,
circumstance, she would and could not tickle me back, directly or
asking someone else. When I did everything I could think of, I clapped
times. Her eyes fluttered open.
"What the..." she started. She looked at her wrists and raised her head
her ankles. It looked like she was responding right with the
also noticed that she was completely naked, her clothes carelessly
around the floor. She looked around the room. Obviously she couldn't
because her eyes just passed right over me as if I wasn't there.
"Hey! Where the hell are you?!" she yelled.
"I'm standing right here." I replied. She looked around, confused.
"Where?" she said. Instead of replying, I started to wiggle my fingers
feet again. She had no idea what was going to happen. Then suddenly, I
I raked my fingers over the sensitive soles of hers. I viciously
scribbled, raked as lightly over her as possible. Her reaction was
instantaneous. She started to scream with laughter, telling whoever was
this to her to stop. For some reason, even though I was taking sadistic
on doing this to her, even though I was so turned on by this, I kept
myself, "Was this really worth it? You're accomplishing what you've
wanted but are you really satisfied?" I pushed the thought out of my
now. I could always take the guilt trip much later. I switched from the
kneaded what from various accounts was the most ticklish spot of all,
I kneaded it as if there was no tomorrow. Her butt was just bouncing
bed, struggling against her imaginary bonds, laughing her head off,
to stop. She grinded her butt into the mattress, trying to get at least
moment's rest. I wasn't going to let that happen. I jumped over to
ticklish armpits and did everything I could to get her to laugh with
might. Instantly, I don't know how, she gave another great orgasm. The
in her entire body was so tight that she broke her imaginary bonds for
entire moment. Then, she dropped like a rag doll, still in the
position and blacked out. I stared at her awestruck. I couldn't believe
achieved what I always wanted. I snapped my fingers twice and after
she was back in a trance, I told her that she would not remember any of
session. She would still believe that I hadn't hypnotized her, but I
to change the outcome of the bet. Instead of me having to skinny-dip,
be the one who had to. I told her that this made logical sense and that
didn't see anything wrong with that. I quickly put her clothes back on
sure that she remembered the bet. The hypnotic triggers would still
work and she
wouldn't remember anything that had happened for the past four hours.
hours? Time does go by quick!) I clapped my hands three times and she
feeling a little groggy, but still waited for me to hypnotize her.
"You know what? Forget it." I faked a look of defeat. "I guess I can't
She gave me a smug grin.
"I knew you couldn't. Oh well, I guess that means you lose." She took
and led me outside to the pool. "Which means that I'm the one who has
skinny-dipping!" She instantly stripped off her clothes and without
plunged into the water. I jumped into the pool after her.
I couldn't believe I pulled it off. I actually pulled my fantasy off.
I gave her a quick tickle in the ribs. She instantly flinched.
"Don't do that!" she squealed. I waited for her to try to get me back,
I pulled the entire thing off. I couldn't wait to try her out again. I
I would get another chance eventually.
"Man, am I going to sleep well tonight!" I thought.