#notsureaboutthisone

Work of fiction (I am not Patrick and Liz has never hypnotized me).

No resemblance to any person, places, things, events or parties is intended nor should it be inferred.

It was at the Saturday night party in the con suite for SXEHU in Austin. I had met Liz, the fantastically gorgeous model from Britain the day before and... let’s just say I have a fetish for British accents and I was at a hypnosis “uncon,” so it was all I could do not to beg her to let me hypnotize her within five minutes of hearing her dulcet, alluring tones. 

But look, there are rules against creeping people out at conventions, especially erotic ones. Plus, she had all sorts of people surrounding her, her photographer friend in the bowler hat who had come from Britain with her, the fantastic SilverRainbow and TashasSleep, a fantastically attractive couple with chemistry so thick you could cut it with a knife. And, eventually, me. I managed to finagle my way into this group through a combination of luck and charm. OK. Mostly charm. But I was fortunate that they were so open to meeting new people and talking to whomever made an effort. 

Liz and I had talked about hypnosis (of course) all day. She had been come to the uncon as a subject, and had never actually tranced anyone. I said I was an difficult subject, and I swore she got a glint in her eyes. 

At the party someone was handing around an iPad with a “hypnotizer” app, and people were taking turns trancing out with it. At some point it came to her and she grabbed it, turned to me and- I swore she got that glint in her eyes, again. 

“Oh, Patrick,” she said with a singing lilt in her voice. “Look what I have for you.” and she very theatrically flipped it over so that this black and white graphic was right in my line of sight. 

I focused immediately on it. In fact, I found quickly that I couldn’t take my eyes off it. 

“Patrick, I wonder if you might find yourself fixated on this spiral. And I wonder if you might find that your mind doesn’t know whether to follow the one in the middle, or the one behind it, because it’s so much bigger.”

I opened my mouth to answer that question, but before I did she kept talking. 

“And I wonder, Patrick, if the fact that you can’t make up your mind, because you’re so good at considering all the options, aren’t you, Patrick, is bothering you a little bit, and it’s a little confusing as you follow the spirals first one way, and then another.”

It was confusing me, these were words I usually said, frankly. This isn’t supposed to work. 

“And you’re wondering why this is working, aren’t you? And you’re wondering where I found these words I’m using. You’re wondering that so much, that you find you can’t stop listening to see where I go next.”

It was uncanny. I could feel my eyes start to glaze and I could feel my head start to rotate a bit, but I wasn’t really thinking. Not really. 

“And it’s so tiring to wonder so much. I wonder what wondering about so much wondering will do to a mind like yours. I wonder if it’ll make your mind so tired that it wants to give up wandering and wondering and wander and wonder no more. So much so that as you slowly slow down your wandering wondering you just find yourself-”

And she snapped her fingers, and I think there was darkness. I think in that darkness I heard her voice, like it was echoing somewhere in another room. 

And then she snapped her fingers again, and I was naked. 

I was naked in a room with a bunch of people who were also suddenly naked. This was actually a pretty good turn of events. I turned to Liz who, weirdly, still had her clothes on. 

“Having fun?”

“Yes, I am. But why do you still have your clothes on?” The people who were around us giggled a bit when I said that. I tried to keep my eyes focused on their faces, but I was finding it both difficult, and arousing. I just didn’t want to embarrass myself, you know?

“Oh, Patrick, that’s because I’m the hypnotist.”

“What? Since when? You said you’ve never hypnotized anyone.”

“I know, but I hypnotized you.”

“What? but I have such a hard time being hypnotized.”

“Nah. It’s a snap.” and she snapped her fingers, and there was darkness. 

This time, there was only darkness, and I couldn’t hear her voice. 

Then there was a snap again. Everyone was still naked, except this time there were two women kneeling at my feet and they were... well, they were going to town on me. 

“So Patrick, have you had this cocktail that Rebecca made. It’s really delicious.”

All of a sudden the girls’ sucking got a little bit more intense, and it felt like I was about to come, but nothing actually happened. 

“Um..... no. I-I-.... I don’t think I have.”

“Really?” She sipped her drink. I think I might have drooled a little bit. Or at least moaned as a little wave of pleasure brushed over my skin. “Mmmm. I think it’s delicious.” Again, I suddenly found myself on the brink of orgasm all of a sudden. So much that I nearly had to grab the person next to me to keep from falling over. All the naked people in the room were just carrying on their conversations as if nothing was happening, although Silver and Tasha kept watching me intently, oblivious to the two women working me over. 

“Oh yes. In fact, it’s very, very delicious.” Again, I found myself right at that moment before you let go. I wanted to give a polite warning to the women at my feet, but I was really only moaning gibberish. And yet, somehow, I still wasn’t there. Which is odd, since usually I have a hair trigger for this kind of treatment. 

“Oh, poor Patrick. Are you ok? You’re breathing kind of... funny.”

I just gave her a dirty look, then glanced down as if to say, “what is it you want me to do, thank you very much?” She sipped again from her drink, and I felt another surge of pleasure. 

“I wonder...I wonder how delicious,” and again, the brink, again. I chewed on my index finger to keep from groaning too loudly. “I wonder how delicious (oh my. again) the rest of this will be. Watch carefully, Patrick.”

And I did, fascinated by what she was going to do.

She slowly placed the cup to her lips. I watched, entranced. 

Then she slowly lifted the cup back and started drinking the rest of her cocktail out of the martini glass. I don’t know what the girls at my feet were doing, but it felt like there was 3, 4, 5, of them all working me up and down. And I’m just not that big. But it didn’t matter. 

Because at that moment, Liz downed the rest of her drink and I came with an almighty shout, which drew the rest of the party’s attention, and I passed out.

“Patrick! Patrick!! Are you all right?? Patrick?” 

Silver was snapping his fingers in my ears and lightly slapping my face. 

“Y-y-es. I’m ok.” 

I heard a slightly teary “Oh thank god” from Liz, as she ran to me and helped Silver get me to my feet. 

I collected myself and looked right into a-very clothed and very concerned looking- group of party goers. There were, of course, no naked girls at my feet any more.

After a few seconds I announced, “I’m ok, guys. Please.... talk amongst yourselves.” 

Everyone chuckled and started to resume whatever it was they were doing. 

I turned to Liz. “Not a hypnotist, eh?”

She turned a lovely shade of red. “Will you forgive me?”

I laughed. “Maybe later, but first I have to do something.”

“What’s that?” she asked.

“I have to go back to my room and get a change of pants..... Not a hypnotist, my foot.”

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Look, they can’t all be hot and heavy. 

This one owes a small debt to the much better written (and much more twisted) “Cabin” by Deirdre. 

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