I had left my conference early, but was still caught in the heavy southbound traffic on I-405. I was extremely anxious to get to my rendezvous with Soforia the Enchantress on time. I had been led to Her website months before by an individual who shared my fetish for hypnotic domination and had slowly, but inexorably, been drawn into Soforia influence over that time.
At first I just wrote Her, expressing admiration for Her writing and asking basic questions about Her experience with hypnosis and female domination. Soon I was chatting with Her on-line, had joined Her Private Club and had purchased Her Basic Induction tape. After listening to this wonderful tape nearly every day for weeks, I finally got up the courage to submit to Her by phone. At the conclusion of that incredible experience, I begged Her to allow me to treat Her to dinner when I traveled to Los Angeles. To my stunned delight, She agreed!
So now I was fighting LA's famous traffic as I attempted to reach the restaurant She had chosen for our meeting. As I pulled into the lot, I found that despite the traffic, I was actually almost 45 minutes early. I went to the bar and looked for someone meeting the description She had given me. THere was an attractive woman sitting with anotHer man that could have been Her, but I expected to meet Her alone so I thought She had not yet arrived.
I went to the payphone to page Her and let Her know that I was early. On my way back, the attractive woman I had noticed earlier approached me and called me by name. This voluptuous, blue-eyed beauty was indeed Soforia and Her companion was an earlier appointment that had arrived late.
I immediately became very nervous - I am extremely private with regard to my fetish and had no desire to discuss it in the presence of this stranger. Soforia smiled and told me "You will do fine. You will not be nervous at all". Even in this early stage of my training, I was conditioned to obey Her voice and was relieved as I felt my anxiety evaporate.
Upon introduction, I learned that the stranger was also an erotic hypnotist in his own right, doing shows at nightclubs in leatHer and make-up, but not a submissive like myself. The three of us ordered drinks and adjourned to the dining area wHere I learned, to my joy, that he would have to depart shortly.
Soforia was obviously the center of our attention and conversation. She had recently attended a hypnotHerapist's convention and was excited about non-verbal induction techniques She had learned tHere. The otHer gentleman volunteered to have it tried out on him while I sat back and watched.
I do not pretend to understand what happened next, or ratHer understand how it happened, but I sat quietly as Soforia explained what She was going to do and then proceeded with a series what appeared to be gentle massages on the man's head, hands and arm. Silently, She manipulated his arm as his body became visibly more and more relaxed. At one point She lifted his arm above his head, stroking down the length of it, and when She let go it remained stiffly in place. By this point our visitor's head was slumped forward and he appeared to be completely under. Soon after, She quickly brought him out of it and as he "came to" he expressed his amazement at the rapid and powerful technique.
I envied him his courage in allowing Her to take control in a public place and in front of a complete stranger. He then offered to demonstrate one of his techniques to Her. She agreed and he held Her hand and began to intone a constant stream of syllables as he touched each of Her fingers in rapid succession. As he had done only moment before, Soforia began to visibly relax. After about one minute She suddenly lifted Her head and said, "Yes, I can see how that would be very effective". It would have been interesting to watch Her become entranced, but that is certainly not my fantasy.
After that Soforia and he discussed Her techniques. She told him that She used a trigger to quickly induce a trance in Her subjects. Turning to me She asked if I minded if She used it. Frankly, despite Her earlier suggestion, I found the idea of submitting to Her before this man as unthinkable, so I told Her that I would prefer it if She did not. So, instead of yielding to the bliss of trance, I watched as She whispered the trigger into his ear. I was extremely pleased that She consulted me ratHer than just using the trigger. I know She could have had me under in seconds, but the fact that She respected my feelings and limits spoke volumes to me of Her trustworthiness and compassion.
Finally, our guest departed and we could openly discuss the D/s aspects of hypnosis. We discussed many of the humiliation and control fantasies I had written to Her about, as well as some of my real-time experience with amateur and professional Mistresses. I told Her of my repeated listening to Her tape, and the wonderful effect it had on me.
I told Her that I had no way of gauging the depth of the trances that She induced, but that I felt it was become deeper and deeper with repeated exposure. At this point She offered to teach me a way to gauge the depth of my trance. She asked me to close my eyes and listen to Her voice. She had me visualize a yardstick, with 36 representing full consciousness and 1 representing complete unconsciousness. She then asked me to think about listening to Her tape, and to tell Her the lowest number I had ever reached listening to it. "14" I responded as the number just appeared in my mind.
She had me open my eyes, and I was amazed to find that what had felt like several seconds answering a few questions had, in reality, been minutes that I had spent under Her spell. It was a delicious prelude of things to come. We continue to enjoy each otHer's company, and a decent meal, as we discussed specific things that we both found interesting.
It turned out that we had a mutual appreciation for the idea of rapidly induced repeat hypnosis - the subject waking and then immediately being re-hypnotized, deeper and more completely with each repetition, until they were unable to resist the hypnotist's suggestions. Throughout the entire conversation I kept praying that She would offer to hypnotize me. I wanted to kneel before Her and beg for the privilege, but didn't want to presume that She would want to entrance me. At the end of the meal She made my heart sing by offering to accompany me to my car wHere we could talk in private.
When we reached my car, She had me sit facing Her as She began to play with the crystal suspended by a chain between Her lovely breasts. I heard Her voice change from conversational and light, to deep and melodious. I am not sure at what point I slipped into a trance, or when my eyes closed, but I felt the bliss of surrender as She led me deeper and deeper under Her control. I remember waking, and gazing into Her beautiful blue eyes, then She would touch my shoulder and say "Sleep Now" and I would fall, faster and deeper than before, under Her spell. I remember this happening many, many times, I would become aware of myself, my surroundings, and Her - then She would tell me to "Sleep Now" and I would sink again. At one time I tried to speak, to tell Her how wonderful it felt, but when I heard Her say "Sleep Now" all thoughts vaniShed from my mind. It is all very confused , but I remember the yardstick appearing again in my mind. I remember my voice saying "9", then Soforia's voice leading me deeper, then my voice "7", then Her voice again, finally my voice "5", then nothing.
Soforia and I had discussed many fantasies during our dinner. One of which was my desire to be transformed, temporarily, into a bubble-headed teenage girl (don't ask me this appealed to me - something to do with the humiliation of it all). I heard Her voice describing this girl. A blond, big-breasted, dumb bimbo. I heard Her voice telling me that I was this girl, that I was this airhead cheerleader, that I couldn't keep a thought in my head. Then She woke me up. It was bizarre. I knew at some level who I actually was, and yet I also knew I was a total airhead bimbo. I could feel the weight of my big breasts, feel the curve of my wide hips and think of nothing more complex than what color lipstick I should wear to school. I heard my voice, high and full of giggles, giving ridiculous answers to the questions Soforia asked me - and I just wasn't able to stop it. The really amazing thing was when Soforia asked me to look in the mirror - staring back at me was this tan, blond girl. She/I had blue eyeshadow and bubblegum-pink lips. I knew I was looking at myself, yet I also knew I wasn't. The whole experience made me extremely excited - at the time I actually felt wet.
After that Soforia put me back under, restoring my personality. I remember Her voice going on and on, but I cannot now remember what She said. I remember feeling wonderful under Her control - helpless, powerless, and incredibly happy. I remember Her telling me about Her crystal, about how my eyes would be drawn to it, about how easy it would be for me to become hypnotized by it. Then She woke me again. We talked for a few minutes about my experience as a bimbo, and then She told me to "Look at the crystal". I knew something would happen, but I was not prepared for the actual reality of it. My eyes locked onto the crystal and it was as if the crystal became my whole world. Everything else, the car, my thoughts, even Soforia Herself went dark as I was pulled into the brilliantly shining crystal. The crystal grew and grew in my mind until it was all I could see, all that existed. I was aware that the crystal controlled me, and that Soforia controlled the crystal. I heard Soforia's voice saying something, but the more I tried to understand what She said the more the meaning of the words slipped from my mind. Finally, I remember following Her to a stairway and climbing, with Her, back up to consciousness.
As I became aware of my body, of myself, I was flooded with feelings of awe, love, and worship for Soforia. She had literally made my dreams come true. She had fulfilled the fantasies of a lifetime in a single evening. I was Hers and I would gladly do anything to remain so. I wanted to follow Her home, to live at Her feet. To be Her pet, Her toy, Her lackey, Her houseboy, Her whore, Her loving, devoted obedient slave.
