Hypnotising The Client From Hell
You didn’t have to be a body language expert to tell that this guy was ready to jump out of his skin. He’d come for a three hour session of real time face to face hypnosis. But I could sense something was on his mind. I was a long way from asking the inevitable question “Are you ready to be hypnotised?”
“There are no cameras here, are there?” he sought reassurance, nervously.
I shook my head. What kind of reputation would that earn me and what would I gain from it?
He still didn’t seem convinced. “I am not recording this in any way, shape or form,” I gently insisted.
Occasionally, I record audios of erotic hypnosis sessions, but always with the client’s permission. Today I was glad I had not even suggested this to him as he’d have probably run that proverbial mile.
I encouraged him to look around the room and point to anything he thought might be a covert recording device. He actually did start looking around. The plot thickened; was he a celebrity? I didn’t recognise him which doesn’t mean a lot as I tend not to recognise footballers, politicians, or indie pop stars.
“Are you some kind of celebrity?” I quizzed. I couldn’t understand why he’d think there’d be any demand for a video recording of him hypnotised. He was no Brad Pitt, bless him. And he was, to be honest, a little scruffier than the kind of clients I was used to hypnotising although maybe this was designer shabby.
He shook his head. We made some more small talk while I wondered if we would ever do any actual hypnosis.
“Are you married or something?” I probed.
“Yes, and I’d be in huge trouble if she found out,”
Well, talk about stating the blooming obvious! I sought within my diplomatic resources for a tactful way of telling him that no one cared enough that he wanted to get hypnotised to want to try and entrap him.
Tongue in cheek, I told him he could pick any room in the house and we could move there to do the session.
“Face it,” I said, “I can’t have rigged every room with surveillance equipment,”
To my surprise and slight irritation he leapt at the offer and we chose a room, even though it meant he had to move really heavy furniture around to get the atmosphere conducive for hypnosis. I was somewhat appeased that he was apologising profusely for being such a pain in the arse. But at least now he was settled.
Then, for the first time, he told me what he wanted in the hypnosis session. He had made notes on a rather scruffy piece of paper based on a hypnosis session he’d downloaded from the Internet. He had resolutely refused to be drawn into discussing what kind of session he wanted before we met, which is the way I like to play it, to prepare tailored sessions. When I explained that this could mean wasting valuable time out of his session talking about his needs, he opted to extend his session by an extra half an hour so he could discuss his needs face to face with me. Perhaps he thought my phone was being tapped!
His writing and spelling were so atrocious I glanced at his scribblings just long enough to see the gist of the adventure he wanted to embark on. This was about enforced feminisation.
“In that bag” he was pointing at a shopping bag at the bottom of the couch, “are some clothes I’ve bought. I want you to make me wear them after you’ve hypnotised me.”
Now I had a plot, at last we could both settle down and the hypnosis session started.
Remember I said it was a three hour session he had requested (not including the thirty minutes extra he’d asked for)? Well, we were two and a half hours into the session before he made a startling revelation …
Come back in a few days time to find out more about this man I fondly refer to as the client from hell. And discover why he agrees with me.
Cleopatra, Queen of Erotic Hypnosis
Erotic hypnosis works very well over the phone, you know …
Tags: celebrity, covert recording, cross dressing, discretion, erotic hypnosis, Feminisation, Feminization, hypno sex, hypnosex, mind control, sex, surveillance, trance, trust
November 18th, 2011 at 12:10 pm
So what did happen to this client? By the way thats the kind of session I’d like (Without the furniture removal).