Prologue: A Quiet Lunch
Caution: This Mind Control Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, mt/Fa, Fa/Fa, Mind Control, Hypnosis, BiSexual, Heterosexual, Incest, Son, Sister, Humiliation, Oral Sex, Sex Toys, Exhibitionism, .
Desc: Mind Control Sex Story: Prologue: A Quiet Lunch - It has been said, you can't hypnotize a person to do something they do not want to. But can you hypnotize a person to want to do something they never had before? Mark will try with three sister and their competitive nature. How far will he be able to take them? Sex starts slow but ramps up quickly.
An opportunity opens for Pam to put her older sister in her place but is it really an opportunity?
It was a quiet rainy afternoon at the Eagle's Nest on campus. Most of lunch crowd had already eaten and left. Besides the staff, there was only a man reading a book at one table and two ladies at another nearby table. The man occasionally glanced up from his book to admire the very attractive ladies. Their faces bore a strong resemblance to each other and they both stood about 5'-9" in height. That is where their similarities ended.
One had shoulder length dark brown hair, brown eyes, and a dark complexion. She had a good size rack on her (C cup), slim waste that widen out to a juicy ass. Her hourglass measurements were around 36-33-38. She was a loose fitting purple tank top with wide arms that allowed you to see the frilly matching bra she wore underneath. Her flowery mini-skirt showed off her bronze legs, which she managed to keep closed, not allowing one to see the purple thong lace panties that you knew she wore. Her tight muscle tone hinted to the fact that she was very athletic.
Her companion had short blonde hair that ended at her chin and angle up along her the back or her head. She had clear blue eyes and a fair complexion. Her breasts were a smaller perky set (B-Cup) than the tits across from her. Her hourglass measurements were around 36-32-36. She wore a white conservative short sleeve pleated shirt and black skirt that ended just above her knees. From her dress, you could imagine she wore white cotton panties, a white padded bra under a white slip and camisole. Again in contrast with her lunch mate, her skin had that soft feminine look.
They were just finishing their lunch when the blonde had reached for a last bite of her desert.
The brunette scolded her, "You shouldn't eat that Pam; it will go right to your hips."
"You should talk," the Pam quipped back.
"I'll burn off those calories in this afternoon's aerobics."
"I'll do what I dam well please Maggie," Pam said as she took a second bite just for spite.
"Don't say I didn't warn you."
"Here we were having such a good conversation together and you have to ruin it with your big sister routine. I am 33, Maggie. I am a big girl now."
"Don't get bent out of shape, I was just trying to help you."
"Good bye big sister."
"Get together again on Friday? Randy is going to sleep over a friend's house this Friday."
"I can't believe you have a teenage son," smirks Pam, obviously trying to annoy her sister.
"Not for another two weeks," Maggie replies wagging her finger.
"Are you going to let him stay over his Father's house for his birthday?" asks Pam.
"I am not sure. I know Brad will let him watch some perverted x-rated movie if I do," replies Maggie. "It's his way of talking to Randy about the birds and the bees. All's it is going to do is have Randy think woman are just screw toys. His hormones are already too active."
"He's not even officially a teenager," Pam chided her sister.
"Do you know what he did this morning at the mall?"
"I was bending over looking at some shoes when I caught a glimpse of him looking up my skirt," said an incredulous Maggie.
"Well look at what you are wearing," Pam pointed to her skirt and blouse. "He is a growing boy; you need to be careful how you dress around him ... or any man for that matter. And I know Brad is a creep but do you really think he lets Brad watch Porno?"
"Every time he comes home from Brads, I find some girly magazine under his bed with Brad's name on the mailing label and I am not talking about Playboy of Penthouse either. These magazines have women doing the most revolting things. Girl on girl, two men and one woman,... ," well you get the point. Maggie shook her head disgustedly.
"I guess he is a bigger pervert than I gave him more credit for."
"You don't know the half of it," continues Maggie shaking her head. "Some of the things he wanted me to do for him..." she gives a little shudder at the thought. "Anyways, back to Friday, are you up for it or not?"
"I'll have to give you a call. I have to do some research for my paper," replies Pam. "I am still getting used to being back in school"
"Come on Pam. Lighten up a little. How are you ever going to meet any guys that way? You need to start..."
"Don't get going again Maggie," interrupts Pam.
"Well I better get going or I won't have time to do some shopping for a new outfit this weekend."
"I can't believe her," Mutters Pam as Maggie walks away. "She still tries to boss me around."
"Excuse me," said a man as he approached the table. "I couldn't help but overhear your conversation. Older siblings can sure be bossy."
Who was this guy anyway and why had he butted into my conversation. He is not that bad looking. Good taste in clothes. Average height, average build but with piercing brown eyes.
"I am sorry, I had an older brother like that and he used to drive me crazy."
"Yeah, well ... did you say he used to drive you crazy, what did you do shoot him?" I laughed.
"No I just put him in his place, since then he and I get along great," he replied with a grin.
Wouldn't that be great? No more bitch big sister telling me how to live my life. "So, how did you do it?"
"Well, it's not something I tell many people. You might have a hard time believing this."
Oh hell and I thought he might have a solution for me. Probably just another wacko, still, maybe at least it might be an amusing story.
"By the way, my name is Mark," he says, giving me a warm smile. He seems to be a nice enough guy.
"My name is Pam," I answered back. It couldn't hurt to give him my first name.
"Well I took up the hobby of hypnotism when I was a teenager," he continued. "Sorry to say I was just like any other horny teenage boy and wanted to hypnotize some woman to become my slave," he laughed.
God, are all men after just one thing. Well at least he can laugh at himself.
"I learned the hard way that you can't get someone to do something they don't want to. But I became good enough to be able to do some shows while I was in college. Most people who come to a show like that want to loosen up a bit, so it is not that hard getting them to act like ... like a chicken ... or bark at the moon."
I would love to get Maggie barking at the moon. I can picture it now. What a hoot.
"Well I got talking with my brother's friend, Jake, whom my brother had really pissed off. I convinced him to help me get back at my brother with this prank. First I let Jake in on the fact that I could hypnotize people. I hadn't even let any of my family know this because people can get goofy on you when they hear you are a hypnotist."
You better believe it. If he was trying to come on to me, he has lost any chance of a date now.
"Jake was sure I couldn't really hypnotize anyone. This only added fuel to my fire. I dared him to let me try. Well my older brother was not going to have his little brother think he was a chicken. After I had hypnotized him, I looked for something to motivate him to be willing to embarrass himself. I decided to use the fact that he liked to be the center of attention in order to convince him to act a fool. I had ordered him to meditate on this fact day and night for the next week. 'I will not let anyone upstage me, ' I had him repeat."
Must be an older sibling thing, always having to be in the limelight. I can remember how she flirted with my last boyfriend Allen when we were going out. There's another prick, into all that kinky stuff. He wanted to get me in some three-some with another girl. I told him were to get off.
"Next I planted the idea that I was not able to hypnotize him and that no one could hypnotize him.'If you saw a hypnotist show, you would love to show them how you are impervious to hypnotism," I egged him on. And if he ever thought saw me on stage, I added the thought that he knew 'that it could not be his little brother since his little brother couldn't hypnotize anyone anyway.' The more he would look at the person on the stage, the more he would realize that person could not be Mark."
I was following him up to there, but how could he have his brother not recognize him? That was a little too far out for me to believe.
"When I awoke him, he dug right into me about how stupid he thought I was thinking I could hypnotize anyone. He teased me merciless for the next week. I held my tongue knowing how sweet the revenge would be," Mark replied.
"When Jake and his friend went out the three nights later, I had his friend bring Jake by a club I was acting at. As soon as he saw the poster for "Zorro the Hypnotist", Jake had to go in. He dragged his friend in there, telling him he was going to make this hypnotist look like a fool. Since I used an alias on the poster, he had no idea it would be me."
"I always use the alias "Zoro" and wear a mask similar to what the character "Zorro" would wear to help hide my identity in case a friend wandered in. I didn't want any of my friends to know I did this for the same reason I didn't tell my family about it. Well I won't go into everything I had him do, but I got some humiliating pictures of him acting a fool and even jacking off in front of the audience."
"Needless to say, whenever he starts his superior act, I remind him of the night he let someone make a fool of him."
Pretty weird story, I thought, but imagine Maggie making a fool of herself in front of a crowd of people. Man that would be sweet. Nothing crude or anything, just a chicken dance in her underwear or something. "Wait, I thought you said you couldn't make anyone do anything they did not want to do."
"Well," continued the man, "I just had to convince him he wanted to do it. I used his ego and made him think his friend was doing these acts with him. He was determined not to be outdone by his friend and dived in with enthusiasm."
"Do you think you could get Maggie to do something like that?" Shit, what am I saying; I am not even sure I believe in hypnotism.
"Maybe," the man replied, "I could help you with it."
"Listen I am not even sure I believe in hypnotism," though it was a nice thought.
"Here, let me show you," he came back.
"I'm not sure," gives me kind of creepy chills.
"We'll do it right here in public so you know nothing screwy will happen," he assured me.
"Ahh... ," I pondered.
"Here, let's ask the waitress to sit in with us. There is no one here but us and she can make sure I don't give any wacky commands to you."
Here was a change to get back at Maggie, even just a little. "OK, but no funny business."
He motioned the waitress over. "Hi, my name is Mark and this is Pam," he started the conversation with.
"Hi my name is Trish," she replied.
"I was going to give a hypnotic demonstration to my friend here," he continued, "and I was wondering if you would sit in with us. It would make her more comfortable," he smiled up at her. "You just have to make sure I don't have her strip down or become my slave," he joked.
It does sound silly; I just need to loosen up a little.
"I don't how..." she stopped as he held up two twenties. "Well I do have a break coming up," she continued. "I might have to leave if someone comes in,"
"That's OK," he replied.
"Why don't you have a seat right over there, next to Pam," Mark tells the waitress.
"Keep an eye on me, lest I do something tricky," he light heartedly tells her and smiles at me. "Are you ready?"
"What do I have to do?" I ask him.
"Just try to relax and take a couple deep breathes," he starts off. "All right, I want you to fix your eyes right here," Indicating a spot with his index finger just under his right eye. I am going to count down from five. Five -your eyelids feel heavy ... Four - they are droopy ... Three - you are drowsy ... Two - very sleepy ... One - your eyelids feel so heavy..."
Even as he spoke I had to fight to keep my eye open.
"Your heavy lids begin to feel as though they're getting ready to close ... It becomes harder to hold them open ... And now they begin closing, closing, closing..."
"Now I want you to look right here. Don't take your eyes from mine. Don't say a word unless I ask you to. Don't nod your head or make any sounds. I know that you hear and understand me just as you know it. If you follow my simple instructions, there is nothing that can keep you from entering into a very deep and relaxing state of hypnosis, and doing it in just a second."
"Now, take a deep breath and fill up your lungs," he repeated as he raised his hand over his head. "Now exhale," he continued as he dropped his hand. "You are doing great. Now a second and deeper breath," again he raised his hand as I inhaled. "Now Exhale. Relax. Now a third deep breath," hand raised. "Exhale," lowering his hand.
As he raised his hand again, he continued, "And now, I'm going to count down from five down to one. As I do, your eyelids grow heavy, droopy, drowsy and sleepy. By the time I reach the count of one, they shall close right down and you go deep into a hypnotic slumber. Deeper than ever before. All right, five," his hand starts slowly to descend. "Eyelids heavy, droopy, drowsy and sleepy. Four, Those heavy lids feel ready to close," as his hand descend, so do my eyelids. "Three, The next time you blink that is hypnosis coming on you then. Two - They begin closing, closing, closing, closing, closing, closing, closing, closing them, close them, close them. They're closing, closing, closing, closing ... One"
I can feel him place his hand behind my head as my head fall forward... "Sleep now," he commands.
It feels so wonderful to just float in this state. I did not realize how stressed out I must have been. Now I see some stairs in front of me. The lead down into my soul, it feels. Ten steps before me. Each one I feel more relaxed. No more worry ... no more fear ... no more confusion ... no more cares ... nothing to fight ... more relaxed ... more open ... free ... free from inhibitions ... free from decision making. Relaxed. How I love it here. It feels so good.
I will come whenever I hear the phrase "Pammy w..." The phrase floats away like a cloud. It is so good to be here.
Yes I desire to get at Maggie. I will be better than her at being hypnotized. She stands no chance against me...
I have to think of some good plan ... Maybe a little public humiliation, not too much but maybe some more fun in private...
After I have floated here for some time, I can hear a voice calling my name. "Pam, Trish ... Time to wake up ... one ... two ... three ... four ... five ... six ... seven ... eight ... nine ... ten."
"Wow," I breathe out as my eyes open. "That was great!"
"Yeah," I hear the waitress breath.
I thought she was supposed to ... whatever, nothing happened. I still have my clothes on and it has only been ... half an hour. Seem like only minutes have passed by.
"I have to get back to work," Trish says standing up. "I feel more refreshed than I have ... ever."
She is not kidding. I might not have to sleep for a week. At least that is how I feel right now. "That was some power nap. It felt wonderful," I echoed Sally's response.
"So you believe in hypnotism now, Pam?" asked Mark with a big Cheshire cat grin on his face.
"Yeah, and it is great." I can remember just floating on a cloud. It was so peaceful. "Nothing like I imagined." Maybe he could help me get even with Maggie. Ha, it even feels good to have been hypnotized before her.
"Could I ask you to help me get even with my big sister?" I ask giving my sweetest pleading smile.
"I don't know, it would require allot on your part," he answers. "Remember my brother's friend had to get up on stage with him and do some of the same things my brother had to, just to make my brother try to outdo him."
I thought his he had hypnotized his brother into thinking his friend had done those things "I though you said... ," wait ... no he's right, he did say his friend had to do those things. "I am not sure I could do that." Shit and here was a way to get even with that bitch. She is always trying up-stage me, even with my boyfriends. It would almost be worth it.
"Listen, I helped my brother's friend by hypnotizing him so that it all became a game in his mind. Just a little hypnosis. And he didn't have to go nearly as far as my brother." Mark continued.
"I don't know. It would be great to get even with her," the little slut. What I wouldn't do. "Listen, let me think about it for a day or so and get back to you."
"It'll have to be quick," He replied. "I am only in town for the next two weeks on business."
"Do you have a phone number I can reach you at?"
"You can leave a message at the hotel I am staying at or my email which is email@example.com," he answers, handing me a scrap of paper with his phone number on it.
"If you do decide to it, you could rent the Razor Hall just a few doors down. Since you're a student, the university usually rents their halls to students fairly cheap. I'm sure for a small cover charge we could make the money up," he continues as he stands up to go.
"Thank you so much," I reply and mean it. The more I think about getting back at Maggie, the more I want to go through with it. Shit, I don't need to think this over, "Wait, don't go. I do want to do it." Strange, but I can feel myself just getting turned on just by the idea of it.
"Great," he smiles. "Just go to the student offices and see about renting that hall. We'll meet here tomorrow to talk over the details."
"When should I rent it for?" I ask.
"Didn't Maggie want to do something this Friday? Well today is Tuesday so if you can get the hall for Friday, it will give us four days to prepare."
"I'll try," I respond. I might have to make a trip to the ladies room and get off. Not something I usually do but ... I am sopping wet.
"You will need at least one friend in the audience with a digital camera."
"I have a camera," I hadn't really planned on taking pictures but that sounds erot ... exciting. She deserves it anyway. "Umm..."
"Are you OK?"
"Yeah just trying to think of," I hope he doesn't notice my flush, "who I could get to do that."
"Why don't we ask Trish, the waitress, if she will help? She has been helpful so far," Mark replies.
"Tell you what. I'll ask her for you. If you write down your phone number, I'll give it to her to call you back."
"Alright." I'll agree to just about anything that allows me to get out of here and get some privacy. I am sure there is a wet spot on my chair by now, just from thinking of Maggie up there humiliating herself. I didn't realize how much she has gotten under my skin until this moment.
"Well I better get going myself," I excuse myself. While I was doing my best to not let him see the back of my dress as I exit, I managed to bump into Trish. Since I was still in the process of standing up, my face crushed into her breasts. Fairly big boobs at that, they must be at least 38 D knockers. Shit she has nice tits ... man I never have though of another woman that way. I must just be worked up. I need to get out of here.
"Sorry, Trish. I didn't mean to knock into you," I manage to say as I am finally able to pull my eyes away from her melons. 'Melons', 'knockers', 'boobs' are not phrases I use... "I ggotta gggo," I stammer as I head to the nearest restrooms.