Domi-nosis, Part One

The New Assistant

"Janice, you have to understand--there must be a dozen stage hypnotist acts making the rounds in Vegas, Reno and Atlantic City these days. Yours just doesn't stand out."

Janice Callahan looked at her agent in dismay. "Well, what can I do, Cynthia? I've tried doing it as comedy, as magic show, even tried it with a hint of sex--and the bookings still aren't coming."

Cynthia frowned...then brightened. "Didn't you tell me you first experimented with hypnosis in college? With a boyfriend who got off on being put in a trance and made to do whatever you wanted?"

Janice nodded. "What has that got to do with--?" she started to ask.

"Think he'd be willing to help you?"

Janice smiled at the thought of seeing Arthur again. While he was entranced, he'd been the finest lover she'd ever known...and there was that last little bit of fun she'd always wanted to try with him, but never got the opportunity. "If he's still as absolutely gaga about being hypnotized as he was a few years ago, he'd jump at the chance," she said.

"Do you know how to get in touch with him?"

"Sure--we still send e-mails to each other." She thought for a moment. "OK, Cyn, I'll give it a whirl."

*****

"OK, Arthur, the first thing we have to do is determine if all the old triggers I gave you are still operating," Janice told him.

Arthur had, indeed, jumped at the idea of once again becoming Janice's willing sexual hypnotic subject. He sat comfortably on the couch in her apartment, while Cynthia observed from a chair in the corner. Arthur's interest in the whole scenario had not been lessened by the outfit Janice had chosen for their first session in over two years.

She wore a black spandex bodysuit, with a deep V neckline, held together by silver clasps. The stretch fabric clung to her every curve, while the heels of the matching black boots caused her to tower over him by six inches. He had gasped when he first saw her, already nearly entranced.

Janice looked him squarely in the eyes now and said, "Jump for me, Arthur."

His eyes closed and he replied, in a soft, submissive tone, "How high, Janice?"

Cynthia was astonished. She had watched her friend and client hypnotize many a subject in her stage shows, but she'd never seen anyone respond to a trigger phrase so readily before. Obviously, Arthur was a very good subject.

Now Janice began to put him through the paces of all the old humiliating, dominating tricks she'd taught him back in college. Making him appear to be completely awake, she ordered him to bring his cock to full erection. He placed his hand on his crotch and began to rub himself through the fabric of his trousers. In a very short time, there was a large and obvious bulge at his crotch.

Janice smiled and said, "Very good, Arthur. Now, where does a slave belong?"

Without hesitating, Arthur dropped to the floor, and began kissing and licking the black patent leather of Janice's boots. Later, he was quick to drape himself over her lap for a powerful and painful spanking...during which he was hypnotically prevented from flinching or crying.

Cynthia was impressed...but still doubtful. "It's amazing the control you have over him, Janice," she admitted. "And it's a certainly a far cry from the chickens and dogs and strippers of the other stage hypnotist acts. I could easily see Arthur here as the centerpiece of your show...with volunteers from the audience coming up later to be put under and dominated--"

"But..." Janice prompted.

"But it still doesn't seem like enough," Cynthia continued. "I realize you probably don't want to get into really heavy nakedness or anything--some lounges and clubs would object--but isn't there something, well, more?"

Janice considered. Maybe this was the right time. "There's one other thing. I've never actually done it with Arthur, though I prepared him for it before we broke up."

"What?"

"I don't want to say too much," she hesitated. "Tell you what--give me an hour to work it out with him, and then come back. I promise you'll be surprised."

Cynthia agreed.

*****

Cynthia knocked on the door...and it was answered by an attractive brunette with hair that fell over her shoulders. Her lips were full and pouty. She wore a silver-white jacket dress with a hem that stopped eight inches above her dark-nyloned knees. Her hands were gloved in a matching fabric and she wore sling-back pumps in silver with a three-inch heel.

Janice's voice came from behind the door, with a commanding tone. "Introduce yourself and welcome our guest."

"I am Missy Audrey," the sexy vision proclaimed. "Please come in, Miss Cynthia."

The voice was breathy and feminine, with a husky tone to it. The light dawned on Cynthia--this lovely creature was Arthur!

Cynthia turned to her face her friend and client. "How...What...?" She wasn't sure what questions to even ask.

Janice put her finger to her lips. Then she turned to the silver-clad boy-girl and said, "Stage lights dim, Audrey." The transformed Arthur stood for a moment, then her head dropped and her eyes closed.

"She's back in trance," Janice explained. "She won't hear any of this until I bring her back around--either as Arthur or Audrey.

"This was something I'd always wanted to try with Arthur...a complete reconfiguration of his personality as a submissive female," Janice continued. "Underneath it all, he still knows he's male. In fact, all his sexual reactions to his appearance and his humiliation are completely male--if you peeked under that skirt, you'd find a massive erection filling his satin panties right now. But he can't react outwardly as anything except a simpering girl."

Cynthia smiled. "This has great possibilities. Suppose we start by having you introduce Arthur, put him under, then bring out 'Audrey'...and dress her, and demonstrate her feminine submissiveness, created by your hypnotic spell." Janice nodded. That was precisely her plan for the act. "Then we break for intermission and Audrey acts as your assistant for the rest of the show--suitably garbed, of course. And we get volunteers from the audience to undergo a similar transformation."

"Exactly," Janice agreed. "Now, we need a name for the new act."

"Give me time to think," Cynthia replied. "In the meantime, I have to admit the thought of that sexy little thing over there has me very horny. Can you do something about that?"

"Of course," Janice answered. "Audrey, curtain up!" Immediately, Audrey returned to consciousness. Janice indicated that Cynthia should sit on the couch. "Audrey, Miss Cynthia requires your assistance. Serve her as you would me."

Audrey approached Cynthia and knelt before her. She began kissing and caressing the agent's legs, working her way up beneath the folds of Cynthia's full skirt. In time, she was completely buried beneath the skirt, her lips and tongue working on Cynthia's privates.

"I think I have the name for the--uhh--act," Cynthia grunted. "It's--my god, she's good--perfect! We'll call it Domi-nosis!"

More to come