Hypnotic

Copyright Oggbashan December 2002 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.

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"Well, Pearl? Are you still going to the non-smoking sessions?"

My elder sister Ruby was staying that Saturday night on the way down to London for a Management course. She still treated me as her little sister even though I'd been married to Neil for five years. She was an ex-smoker and had been working on me and Neil to give up as well. We had tried various ways but Ruby's disapproval had not helped. She could not give up interfering. Even so, she was my sister and smoking was the only thing about us that she disapproved of. I wasn't her "little" sister except in age. Neither of us could be called "little". I was just slightly taller than her but we were both significantly taller than our husbands even in our bare feet.

I could talk to Ruby as I could to no one else. We shared secrets that we wouldn't even tell our husbands. Nothing major. There were no skeletons to hide but we would talk about their performance, or lack of it, in bed. I had tried some of Ruby's ideas. She had tried some of mine. Sometimes our ideas startled our husbands but most of them were fun to experiment with.

"Yes, Ruby, but the classes were closed for the summer holidays. They start again next week and then I have a real problem."

"Come on, Sis. Tell!"

Ruby had guessed that I was embarrassed.

"The main idea of the sessions is to practise self-hypnosis whenever we feel we want a cigarette."

"Yes?"

"I can do it. Neil can't."

"So?"

"I can do it to him." I stopped. I didn't want to say the next bit.

"And he doesn't like it?" Ruby was always quick to notice what I didn't say.

"Yes and No. He isn't sure that he likes my ability to hypnotise him yet it has stopped him smoking as well as me. The problem is ..." I stopped again. Even talking to Ruby this was going to be difficult.

"It seems to me that we need to have a real sisterly talk. Why don't we make a cup of tea?"

"OK Ruby." We walked through to the kitchen. My calf length skirt brushed my legs as I moved, reminding me why I was wearing it. Ruby noticed.

"Pearl, you didn't used to wear skirts around the house."

"I know. That's part of it. Not till we have made the tea. I'll come clean, I promise. I need your advice but please wait a few minutes more."

"OK, but you look better in a skirt than the track suits you used to wear."

We made the tea. Back in the living room I sat next to Ruby on the settee unconsciously arranging my skirt as I did.

"You did that as if you are used to it." Ruby said.

"Did what?"

"Arranged your skirt."

"Did I? I didn't notice."

"Yes, you did. It looks as if you have been wearing skirts, and large ones, for some time. You managed that skirt as if you always wear one."

"I do. I never wear jeans, trousers or slacks, always a skirt. It is part of what I need to talk about."

"Come on, Pearl, talk. You know you can talk to me about anything."

"You are probably the only one I can talk to about this."

"Now you have me really interested, Pearl."

I took a deep breath and started.

"It started at the non-smoking sessions. One of the ideas is to think of a situation in which you can't or wouldn't smoke. Then whenever you feel like lighting a cigarette you imagine that you are in that situation. Once the urge is passed you can revert to normal."

"Yes, I can follow that, Pearl. What is difficult?"

"Most of the others had simple scenarios such as being in Church, at the office and so on. Neil and I don't go to Church often enough for it to be realistic. We are self-employed and working from home so we can't use the office "rules" and so on. We couldn't think of a common situation that would prevent us smoking. I'm sure we could have if we had given it some more effort but I had what I thought was a brilliant idea for me at least."

"And it wasn't?"

"At first I thought it was, but now I have real problems with it."

"Out with it, Pearl. What is your scenario that is so embarrassing?"

I paused. Then I blurted it out.

"I imagine that I'm pregnant and that I can't smoke because of the baby."

Ruby burst out laughing. At first I was annoyed then I could see that there was a funny side to it. I started laughing as well.

Ruby wiped the tears from her face.

"I can see that there are real drawbacks to that scenario, Pearl. Do you get morning sickness and all the other symptoms?"

"Not morning sickness. I'd imagined myself at eight and a half months."

"Whoa! That is a big jump to take in your imagination."

"It works too well. My belly actually swells before my eyes, I feel heavy and unbalanced, I can feel the baby moving - the whole thing."

"Your belly swells?"

"Yes. Not much but it is noticeable. I suppose my stomach muscles relax and sag. When I'm naked I can see it happen. My breasts grow as well and my nipples stand out."

"Pearl, you are carrying self-hypnosis just too far."

"I know. It has stopped me smoking but whenever I feel the need for a cigarette I become heavily pregnant. Some of my friends think I need to see a doctor because I suddenly slow down and move with difficulty. I can't tell them that it is all in my mind. I haven't even told the others at the non-smoking sessions. I'm dreading the next one. We are supposed to report back on our progress. I haven't smoked but they will want to know how I did it. I don't think I can tell them."

"Can you show me now?"

"Yes. I can do it anytime, anywhere." I stood up and concentrated. Ruby put her hands to my stomach.

"I felt you swell!" she seemed astonished.

"I told you I did."

"But I didn't expect to feel it so strongly," Ruby said "and your breasts grew a size at least."

"That part I like. So does Neil."

"I'll bet he does. Instant breast enlargement without surgery is a neat trick." Ruby looked closely at me.

"There's something else, isn't there Pearl? This is mildly embarrassing but you could make a joke of it and pass it off to the other members of the class, couldn't you?"

"You know me too well, Ruby. Yes. There is something else."

"And it concerns Neil?"

"Yes."

"Out with it. You said that he can't use self-hypnosis but you can do it to him. What do you do?" She stopped. "You don't make him think that he is pregnant as well, do you?"

"No. It would be easier if I did."

"Easier to make your husband pregnant? You must be kidding."

"I'm not. Even if I had managed to persuade Neil that he is pregnant I don't think that would necessarily have stopped him smoking. He doesn't have the same feelings as a woman. That scenario might not have worked for him. I thought of one that does work and makes it impossible for him to smoke but ..."

"Come on, Pearl, you have been dodging this ever since I came. You can tell your sister."

"I make him believe that he is my baby."

"That is not so unusual. Many women treat their husbands as babies."

I shook my head. "Not like I do." I pointed at my still swollen belly.

"You don't mean that you make him think he is your UNBORN baby?"

I nodded.

"You make him believe he is inside your womb as an eight and a half month foetus?"

I nodded again.

"That is fantastic. I can see your problem. You can't admit that to your class."

"It is Neil's class too. How do you think he would feel if I told them that I put him inside my uterus? Particularly as I do it TO him because he can't hypnotise himself. I can do it WITHOUT his consent."

"You can do it to him even when he doesn't want you to?"

"Yes, Ruby. I can do it even when he is angry with me and totally uncooperative."

"I can see that Neil would resent that. You could really damage your relationship if it became known that you can control your husband that much. His male ego couldn't survive such a public humiliation, no one's could. I'm surprised he hasn't rebelled in private. I don't think I could accept anyone having that much power over me."

"So far Neil has accepted my control as a way of stopping him smoking. He is prepared to surrender to me in his best long term interest, but ..."

"But he is frightened that you can control him totally at any time for whatever reason you like?"

I nodded.

"Could you?"

"Yes."

"Then you should stop NOW. Complete power over another is really dangerous to both of you." Ruby insisted.

"I know. I want to stop but both of us like it. We find it really arousing and afterwards our sex is wonderful. We wouldn't want to lose that."

"OK. Then you MUST give some control back to Neil. He must consent EVERY time. How?" Ruby paused.

"I'd like to but I overwhelm him completely. Once the process has started he cannot do anything unless I tell him to."

"Perhaps if you tell me exactly what you do we can work out a way for Neil to participate willingly."

"Maybe." I was doubtful. "I'll tell you and this evening I'll show you just what I do."

"Won't Neil resent a demonstration with me present?"

"He won't even know you are here, Ruby. Once I start he cannot hear, see or remember anything."

"That sounds impossible."

"It isn't. It started soon after I'd decided the pregnancy scenario. At first I had to get into the mood. I changed my clothes. Do you remember my black silk "Batgirl" dress?"

"Yes. You wore to a fancy dress party we both went to."

"Then you remember that it has elasticated cuffs at wrists and ankles and when I spread my legs and arms out the material is loose enough to make massive "bat" wings?" There is no bottom opening. Between my legs it is sewn shut.

"Yes."

"Neil likes it. I wrap it around him and cuddle him tight. He disappears, wrapped by my "wings". I don't wear the hood and the pointed ears, just the dress. I thought that I could be "pregnant" in that dress. It took me a few weeks to get to the stage that I could imagine I was pregnant. I could only do it wearing that dress. Neil was delighted. He was getting wrapped by me nearly every evening. While wrapped he couldn't smoke either."

"I'm surprised that he could breathe, let alone smoke."

"I had to uncover his face from time to time but we spent hours with him closely wrapped in my dress. We didn't get much done but we weren't smoking either. Then I had the disastrous idea of making him my baby. I persuaded him to strip and then wrapped him. We both found that arousing. I was slowly beginning to convince him that he was my "baby".

The dress was being used every evening so I made several similar ones so that they could be washed. I changed one detail. The original zips down the front. The others - I put another zip in the bottom between the ankle cuffs. When I first used one of the new dresses I talked Neil into crawling up inside. Then I closed the zip between my ankles. He was naked and bagged inside my dress next to my skin. That evening was the first time that my hypnosis worked fully. I had persuaded him that he was inside my womb. He was a foetus and couldn't hear, see or speak. It worked so well that it frightened me. I didn't keep him like that for more than a couple of minutes.

When I brought him out of his trance he was still bagged inside my dress. He was disorientated and fought to get out of my dress but he couldn't. The zip only worked from the outside and he couldn't undo it. I had to hug him hard to calm him down and stop him hurting himself or me. Then I let him out and cuddled him.

Neil had no memory at all of what had happened. He knew nothing from the time I had walked into the room until he came to outside my dress. Nothing at all!"

"Nothing?" asked Ruby.

"No. He couldn't remember a thing. I told him what had happened and what I had done. He didn't believe me. He didn't believe until I did it again. This time I talked to him while he was "inside" my womb. I told him that he could tell me what he was feeling. We had set up the tape deck and recorded everything.

He told me that he was cradled within my body. He could hear my heart beat. He was tightly held in my warm, soft and dark womb surrounded by my love which was so strong that he was finding it difficult to do anything except lie still and enjoy it. I stopped him talking and then told him that I was going to give "birth" to him. He should relax and let me do everything. I would tell him when he was "born" and then he should return to normal.

I unzipped the dress and eased him out. I closed the dress again, hugged him to my breasts and told him that he had been "born". Neil opened his eyes and looked at me. He smiled blissfully and snuggled against me. He went to sleep.

When he woke up we played the recording back. He still didn't believe. He didn't want to.

But I'd made a mistake with the tape recorder. When the replay ended I pressed record instead of stop. The tape recorded his unbelief and me losing my temper at his repeated refusal to accept what had happened. Eventually I told him we should do it again. He refused but I flipped the open bottom hem of my dress over his head and pulled it down hard.

Even I couldn't credit the effect on him. As soon as his head was inside my dress he stopped arguing in mid-flow and became quiet and still. I just held his head wrapped in my dress and thought hard. If covering his head was enough to make him think that he was held inside me, how little an effect was needed?

One of things that had been suggested on the course was that once we had found a scenario that worked then we should look for the smallest stimulus necessary to produce a reminder of the scenario. I'd been working on the "pregnancy" stimulus. At that time I no longer needed the "batwing" dress. Any loose waisted dress would do. Jeans or trousers didn't work. Sometimes I could do it wearing a skirt. I had to "think" myself pregnant. It was a conscious and controlled process. I'd start by imagining my huge belly, then my enlarged breasts, and lastly the unbalancing weight. When I'd got to the weight I felt pregnant and therefore I wouldn't smoke a cigarette. The whole process took about five minutes."

"It doesn't take that long now?" Ruby asked.

"It did then, but now all I have to do is a couple of seconds of the breathing exercise taught at ante-natal classes while thinking of my song that goes with the exercise."

"What song?"

"Cliff Richard's Summer Holiday. You know - We're all going on a summer holiday. Now I don't get beyond 'all' before I feel the effect. But then it took a long time. That is why I couldn't understand how quickly Neil was affected. Once my dress was over his head it was instantaneous."

"That must have been scary."

"It was. One second he was angry and arguing, the next second he was lying completely still against me. I cuddled his head against my breasts for a long time before I unwrapped him. Even then he just lay against me. I had to tell him to wake up before he was back to normal. Then I told him what I had done. This time he believed me, particularly when he noticed that the tape recorder was still running.

We played it back, all of it. There was the first part, then him arguing and cut off in mid sentence. We timed the silence until I told him to wake up. It had been twelve minutes.

Since then we have done it many times. Every time he thinks he wants a cigarette he comes to find me. I just lift my skirt and shove his head underneath it. As long as he is completely in the dark inside my clothing for a while the stimulus works. It doesn't happen with a lightweight or translucent skirt. That is why I always wear a full skirt, preferably lined and with a dark petticoat, like this."

I lifted the hem of my skirt and showed Ruby the black nylon lining and the dark blue waist slip.

"It is difficult to believe, Pearl, and sometimes must be inconvenient for you. You can't do much with Neil's head stuffed inside your skirt, can you?"

"I don't have to. It takes just a few seconds for him to believe that he is inside me. The effect lasts about half an hour before he comes to again. He can do some things independently after about five minutes but he still feels 'wrapped' inside me and he can't talk or hear anything. One condition I've built into the process is that he can't go out of my sight until he is fully himself again. At first I really tied him to my apron strings. I tied a wrist to the back of my apron until he came to enough to undo it with his free hand. He needs something for his own protection. He couldn't hear a fire alarm, for example. He can only respond to direct commands from me."

"That is a heavy responsibility for you, isn't it, Pearl?"

"Not really, Ruby. I promised to 'have and hold' my husband. I didn't expect the 'holding' to be quite so literal but I'm happy to look after Neil when he believes he is wrapped in my body and love. I'm beginning to enjoy it. It doesn't take much effort on my part yet the effect on him is the same as if I'd spent a whole evening pampering and loving him. He can really feel my love as a physical presence surrounding him.

After a while it started to work for me as well. Now, whenever I make myself feel "pregnant", it is Neil that I have inside me. I don't feel just that Neil is my baby, but that he has made passionate love to me for hours and he is still held inside my sex. I am enjoying the after effects of repeated orgasms. And I can feel all that after a few seconds of concentration. It is well worth the feeling of being heavy and unwieldy."

"I wondered about that, Pearl." Ruby commented "When you made yourself "pregnant" your face flushed and you had a blissful expression on your face. I thought that you were getting a sexual kick out of the experience."

"I am. It is much better than any boost I used to get from having a cigarette. Much much better! Neil is getting a sexual boost from it as well. Although he feels that he is inside my womb his mind tells him that he got there by making love to me and penetrating me so far that I've swallowed him through my vagina."

"That's impossible."

"Of course it is, but so is having Neil wrapped in my womb. Neil and I have talked about it both when he is himself and also when he is "inside" me. We managed to talk through a slow-motion account of what happens to him."

"And what does happen, Pearl?"

"I'd like to demonstrate on Neil with you present but this is what he and I have worked out. It took several sessions to get the whole story and we found that wrapping him in one of my batwing dresses was the best way to produce "slow-motion". I wrapped all of him except his head. Then he could tell me the effect I was having on him.

Remember that what happens appears instantaneous to him and to me. Yet he feels first that he is making love to me. I have my arms and legs tightly wrapped around him, pulling him as deep inside me as is physically possible. I have several orgasms, bear-hugging him each time. Then when I'm nearly satisfied he lets himself go during my last orgasm. Afterwards, when he is lying on me I roll us over until I'm on top. I move down his body to his feet and straddle them. So far so good, and not unusual. The next bit is fantasy. He believes that I start by pulling his feet inside my vagina. He feels the warmth spreading up from his feet as I gradually swallow his legs. As my lips spread out to cover his hips, he has an orgasm as my vagina squeezes his penis against his body.

Once his hips are fully inside I grab his hands and push them inside me. I swallow his chest and shoulders slowly. He describes it as similar to gradually lowering himself inch by inch into a warm swimming pool but the water is pressing hard, more like sinking into quicksand or wet cement. Yet that isn't quite the sensation. He wants to sink, to be swallowed, to be lost inside me. When his shoulders are inside me, my lips contract around his neck. He cannot move anything except his head.