I had left my conference early, but was still caught in the heavy southboundtraffic 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 fetishfor hypnotic domination and had slowly, but inexorably, been drawn into Soforia influenceover that time.
At first I just wrote Her, expressing admiration for Her writing and askingbasic questions about Her experience with hypnosis and female domination. Soon I waschatting with Her on-line, had joined Her Private Club and had purchased Her BasicInduction 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 treatHer 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 restaurantShe 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 someonemeeting the description She had given me. THere was an attractive woman sitting withanotHer man that could have been Her, but I expected to meet Her alone so I thoughtShe 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 calledme by name. This voluptuous, blue-eyed beauty was indeed Soforia and Her companionwas an earlier appointment that had arrived late.
I immediately became very nervous - I am extremely private with regard to myfetish 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 voiceand was relieved as I felt my anxiety evaporate.
Upon introduction, I learned that the stranger was also an erotic hypnotistin his own right, doing shows at nightclubs in leatHer and make-up, but not asubmissive like myself. The three of us ordered drinks and adjourned to thedining 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 attendeda hypnotHerapist's convention and was excited about non-verbal induction techniquesShe had learned tHere. The otHer gentleman volunteered to have it triedout on him while I sat back and watched.
I do not pretend to understand what happened next, or ratHer understand how ithappened, but I sat quietly as Soforia explained what She was going to do andthen 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 morerelaxed. 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 headwas slumped forward and he appeared to be completely under. Soon after, She quicklybrought him out of it and as he "came to" he expressed his amazement atthe rapid and powerful technique.
I envied him his courage in allowing Her to take control in a public place and infront 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 hetouched 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 andsaid, "Yes, I can see how that would be very effective". It would have been interestingto 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 atrigger to quickly induce a trance in Her subjects. Turning to me She asked if Iminded if She used it. Frankly, despite Her earlier suggestion, I found the ideaof submitting to Her before this man as unthinkable, so I told Her that I wouldprefer it if She did not. So, instead of yielding to the bliss of trance, Iwatched as She whispered the trigger into his ear. I was extremely pleased thatShe consulted me ratHer than just using the trigger. I know She could have had meunder in seconds, but the fact that She respected my feelings and limits spokevolumes 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 pointShe offered to teach me a way to gauge the depth of my trance. She asked me to closemy eyes and listen to Her voice. She had me visualize a yardstick, with 36 representingfull consciousness and 1 representing complete unconsciousness. She then asked me tothink about listening to Her tape, and to tell Her the lowest number I had ever reachedlistening 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 severalseconds answering a few questions had, in reality, been minutes that I had spent underHer spell. It was a delicious prelude of things to come. We continue to enjoy eachotHer'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 repeathypnosis - the subject waking and then immediately being re-hypnotized, deeper and morecompletely with each repetition, until they were unable to resist the hypnotist'ssuggestions. Throughout the entire conversation I kept praying that She would offer tohypnotize me. I wanted to kneel before Her and beg for the privilege, but didn't want topresume that She would want to entrance me. At the end of the meal She made my heart singby 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 thecrystal suspended by a chain between Her lovely breasts. I heard Her voice changefrom conversational and light, to deep and melodious. I am not sure at what point I slippedinto a trance, or when my eyes closed, but I felt the bliss of surrender as She led medeeper and deeper under Her control. I remember waking, and gazing into Her beautiful blueeyes, then She would touch my shoulder and say "Sleep Now" and I would fall, faster and deeperthan before, under Her spell. I remember this happening many, many times, I wouldbecome 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", thenSoforia'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 betransformed, 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 Ialso knew I was a total airhead bimbo. I could feel the weight of my big breasts, feel thecurve of my wide hips and think of nothing more complex than what color lipstick I shouldwear to school. I heard my voice, high and full of giggles, giving ridiculous answers to thequestions Soforia asked me - and I just wasn't able to stop it. The really amazing thingwas 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 timeI actually felt wet.
After that Soforia put me back under, restoring my personality. I remember Her voicegoing on and on, but I cannot now remember what She said. I remember feeling wonderfulunder Her control - helpless, powerless, and incredibly happy. I remember Hertelling me about Her crystal, about how my eyes would be drawn to it, about how easy it would befor me to become hypnotized by it. Then She woke me again. We talked for a few minutesabout my experience as a bimbo, and then She told me to "Look at the crystal". I knewsomething would happen, but I was not prepared for the actual reality of it. My eyes locked ontothe 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 whatShe said the more the meaning of the words slipped from my mind. Finally, I rememberfollowing 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 fulfilledthe fantasies of a lifetime in a single evening. I was Hers and I would gladly doanything 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.