soak93
04-21-2007, 01:22 PM
OPTOHYPNOTIC
Chapter 1
My first recollection of any mention of the unusual aspect of my eyes was when I was about seven years old, and I recall my Mum commenting that I always seemed to be staring. She actually said that I was ‘looking blank’ whenever I looked at her, and implied at that time that I was a bit of a dope.
I know I wasn’t, and it hurt me to hear my own Mum say it. But, at the time it was only a passing remark, and I soon forgot it. She didn’t say any such thing afterwards, and I remember that I thought it was just that she was a bit ‘off’ on that day.
I was actually quite clever, as was in due course reflected in my academic performances, both at primary and secondary schools. I was always at or near the top of the classes in most subjects. And when I was only 11 I gained a scholarship to the nearby Grammar school, surprising my parents and my younger sister, Jane, who was two years behind me.
At Grammar school I was equally competent, and more than held my own amongst the cream of the classes. I was regularly in the top three of the boys, although there was one of the girls who invariably topped me in every subject. Sarah Jones was the daughter of a well-to-do family; her father being a very successful lawyer, and her mother was the head of a Junior school, so I guessed that she had had a keen and concentrated preparation for her schooling.
By the time I reached fifteen, despite her being so clever and cocky, I had developed a bit of crush on Sarah, and as my puberty developed, I actually began to think those sorts of thoughts that all boys have. This was accentuated by the normal ‘banter’ between the boys about sex and girls, and when I learned about erections and masturbation, as all boys do, I found that when I ‘practiced’ this exciting exercise in private I was often thinking of Sarah. Having said that, however, Sarah didn’t seem to have any ‘boy friend’ ambitions, and as I couldn’t get her interested in me at all, they remained just thoughts – and fantasies.
However, back to the basic theme of this story – my eyes – and to the event which changed my life. As part of entering the sixth form at the Grammar school, there was a standard requirement for all pupils to undergo a routine medical. It was apparently something to do with the curriculum in Biology and to help us to understand the need to maintain a healthy body.
Anyway, when I went for mine, everything was stated to be ‘normal’ but with one exception. When I was having my sight checked, the young lady doctor doing it (she was a real scorcher!) told me that I had very unusual eyes. There was nothing wrong with my vision, but she pointed out that I never seemed to blink, even when she shone a bright light into them. It had never occurred to me, but after she mentioned it, I realised that it was true. I could blink, but only when I did it deliberately, and she then went on to explain that this was very rare and she had only come across this phenomenon once before, and this was when she had examined a professional hypnotist.
She jokingly suggested that perhaps I should have a go at hypnosis, and even gave me the name of that one she had seen. I was fascinated by this thought, and said I would contact him. On thinking about it afterwards, I wished that I had had the chance to hypnotise her! My mind boggled at the thought of getting her in a trance and examining her – and I don’t mean her eyes!
So, a few days after that, I did phone this guy, and to my surprise he offered to see me. When I did go to him he was very, very helpful, and revealed that the ability of not blinking was indeed a great asset in the art of hypnotics. What other people referred to as ‘staring’ eyes was a sure sign that the person with that characteristic was a good bet to be a hypnotist. I couldn’t believe my luck when he actually offered to teach me, and I gladly accepted.
I didn’t tell anyone that I was doing this, and to explain my visits to him, managed to convince my parents that Mr Strange – yes, that was his name – was someone who my teacher had recommended to improve my schooling, and that he was, in fact, a specialist in memory training. They fell for it, too, and in fact were quite keen for me to go to him.
Anyway, to cut the story short, Mr Strange was absolutely marvellous! After only three visits to him, and with his very simple tuition, I discovered the way to use my gift to hypnotise people. On the third visit, he allowed me to try it out on his assistant, Melanie, who was a young girl of about eighteen. He had arranged for her to be there on that occasion, and he told me that she wasn’t aware of what he had taught me. So, by using the excuse that he was training me to be a second assistant, he made her stand in front of me and then I looked into her eyes and did what he had taught me.
I was staggered to find that in only a few seconds, she was hypnotised, standing before me awaiting my instruction. I told her that she was under my control, and then made suggestions to her to do certain things. I told her to lift her arms and hold them there. I then told her that she couldn’t put them down however hard she tried – and to my delight, it worked.
After I released her from this, Mr Strange whispered to me, “Do you like my assistant? She is pretty, isn’t she?” I looked at him and blushed. She certainly was pretty – no, gorgeous!
I stuttered, “Er… Y…Yes, she is”, and he winked at me.
“Would you like to…kiss her?” I was almost gasping at his bluntness, but at the same time realised what he was saying to me. He was actually implying that with her under my control, I could take advantage of her. Blushing even redder, I looked back at Melanie and hesitated a few seconds before speaking to her again.
“Er… Would you kiss me, Melanie?” My heart was thumping, now. Without changing the blank expression on her face, she stepped towards me, and before I could even think about what was happening, she had put her hands on m shoulders and, pulling me closely to her, planted her soft lips directly on mine.
Now I had kissed a girl before, but this was something else. Melanie was tight against me, and her lips were almost sucking mine. I could also feel the fullness of her breasts pressing into me, and as she prolonged the kiss, I distinctly felt my penis growing hard, and for a second or two I wanted to pull away as I was sure that Melanie could feel it pressing against her. I knew I was enjoying it all, but still felt very embarrassed, particularly in front of Mr Strange.
But if she did feel my erection against her, it made no difference, as she continued to kiss me, and then when I felt her tongue slip between my lips I felt my cock twitch, and thought that I was sure to cream in my pants. I instinctively put my hands on her waist to try to push her away before I did cum, but that only served to make it worse, for I could feel the heat of her body through the thin material of her blouse. In desperation, I pushed hard to escape from her clutch, and as her face finally moved away from me, I realised that both my hands had slipped upwards, and I was now actually clasping both of her breasts outside her blouse.
I gasped, but my hands stayed glued to her chest and I actually began to squeeze my fingers into her softness. It was the first time I had ever touched a girl up there, and as my cock gave another twitch, I was powerless to stop it. I felt the spunk rise through my cock and then felt the warmth of the fluid as it streamed out into my pants. I was so, so embarrassed.
I hurriedly looked towards Mr Strange, and at once realised that he knew what had happened. He was not just smiling, he was almost chuckling, and when I looked down to see a small wet patch — growing larger —on my trousers, I just wanted to die! But I couldn’t — and didn’t — and I turned to look at Melanie again. She, of course, was still under my influence, and was merely standing looking at me, emotionless. She had merely acted on my instructions and had felt not emotion at all.
Looking back at Mr Strange, I said, nervously, “How do I release her from the trance?” He grinned.
“Are you sure you want to — just yet? Don’t you want to try something… further?” He grinned again.
I might be only fifteen and immature and innocent, but I wasn’t stupid. I was well aware that he was suggesting — no, inviting me to use the opportunity to… to… well, perhaps to take advantage of Melanie… sexually! But I was all hot and bothered by now, and was almost afraid of how far that path might lead — particularly with him watching so eagerly. Very flustered, and trying hard to hide the wet patch on my pants with my hands, I shuffled.
“Er…No. I think I want to finish here and go. I’m satisfied that I can do it — hypnotise, I mean — and should practice… in private. Thank you for the tuition.” Still grinning, he put his hand on my shoulder.
“Yes — I think it might be wise. To practice, I mean. You can now control the actions of others… but you need to learn to control yourself, don’t you?” He chuckled. “Yes — Melanie certainly does possess some power over boys, doesn’t she? But perhaps you will learn more about that as you grow a little more… er… experienced, eh?” He laughed, and I realised that he was well aware of my… accident.
He did show me how to release Melanie, eventually, before I left, but the exhilaration of my new powers had been more than tempered by me wetting my pants, and I was more than just embarrassed as I bid my farewell that day.
~ ~ ~
The worst part of the walk home was the walking! I mean, OK, I’d just learned that I could hypnotise, and had had a girl under my contol — and then I’d discovered that I couldn’t bloody control myself!. The embarrassment of actually ‘cumming’ in my pants while being watched by Mr Strange was bad. The way I felt really stupid, not being able to control myself when she kissed me and then I felt her tits, was humiliating. But having to walk home with my genitals swinging about in my cum-soaked pants was — awful! It felt as if I had pissed a gallon, and the cool evening air made it feel worse.
It was only when I reached home and was able to get upstairs without meeting any of the family, and almost ripped my pants and underpants off, that I felt better. I plonked my clothes in the wash basket, and had a shower.
At last, in the confines of my own room — clean and refreshed — I felt that I had washed away the nightmare part of the day. I vowed to myself there and then that I would not be so humiliated again, like that. But I needed to get my act together as far as erections and ejaculation was concerned. I’d done it so many times before, but she just caught me by surprise. I’d certainly never been kissed like that before, and since I’d never touched a girl’s tit before, let alone squeezed them, I know that’s what did it. I’d better get some practice, hadn’t I?
I was deliberately quiet that night, and after our evening meal, I said that I wanted to do some work on my computer so I went to my room quite early. It was only Jane who queried that.
“What work are you doing, then? she asked, as I started to go upstairs. “Can I help you?”
“Er… No. I’ve got to work out how to master that new software, and you don’t even know it, so…” I paused, and then pondered. My mind was working on a plan. She saw me hesitate, and persisted.
“Oh! I’d like to see it, anyway. I won’t interfere with you. Please let me come.” It was her last word that settled it. She wanted to come, did she?
I shrugged my shoulders. “Well,” I said, slowly, “if you promise to do as you’re told, you can come and watch.” I looked at my watch — it was eight thirty. “I’ll go and switch on,” I continued, “and since I might be some time up there, perhaps you should get ready for bed.” She frowned.
“Bed? But… it’s far too early.” I shrugged.
“Please yourself, but if we get too late, you’ll only have to rush, won’t you? It is school tomorrow, isn’t it?” I started to move up the stairs, and she followed me.
to be continued....
Chapter 1
My first recollection of any mention of the unusual aspect of my eyes was when I was about seven years old, and I recall my Mum commenting that I always seemed to be staring. She actually said that I was ‘looking blank’ whenever I looked at her, and implied at that time that I was a bit of a dope.
I know I wasn’t, and it hurt me to hear my own Mum say it. But, at the time it was only a passing remark, and I soon forgot it. She didn’t say any such thing afterwards, and I remember that I thought it was just that she was a bit ‘off’ on that day.
I was actually quite clever, as was in due course reflected in my academic performances, both at primary and secondary schools. I was always at or near the top of the classes in most subjects. And when I was only 11 I gained a scholarship to the nearby Grammar school, surprising my parents and my younger sister, Jane, who was two years behind me.
At Grammar school I was equally competent, and more than held my own amongst the cream of the classes. I was regularly in the top three of the boys, although there was one of the girls who invariably topped me in every subject. Sarah Jones was the daughter of a well-to-do family; her father being a very successful lawyer, and her mother was the head of a Junior school, so I guessed that she had had a keen and concentrated preparation for her schooling.
By the time I reached fifteen, despite her being so clever and cocky, I had developed a bit of crush on Sarah, and as my puberty developed, I actually began to think those sorts of thoughts that all boys have. This was accentuated by the normal ‘banter’ between the boys about sex and girls, and when I learned about erections and masturbation, as all boys do, I found that when I ‘practiced’ this exciting exercise in private I was often thinking of Sarah. Having said that, however, Sarah didn’t seem to have any ‘boy friend’ ambitions, and as I couldn’t get her interested in me at all, they remained just thoughts – and fantasies.
However, back to the basic theme of this story – my eyes – and to the event which changed my life. As part of entering the sixth form at the Grammar school, there was a standard requirement for all pupils to undergo a routine medical. It was apparently something to do with the curriculum in Biology and to help us to understand the need to maintain a healthy body.
Anyway, when I went for mine, everything was stated to be ‘normal’ but with one exception. When I was having my sight checked, the young lady doctor doing it (she was a real scorcher!) told me that I had very unusual eyes. There was nothing wrong with my vision, but she pointed out that I never seemed to blink, even when she shone a bright light into them. It had never occurred to me, but after she mentioned it, I realised that it was true. I could blink, but only when I did it deliberately, and she then went on to explain that this was very rare and she had only come across this phenomenon once before, and this was when she had examined a professional hypnotist.
She jokingly suggested that perhaps I should have a go at hypnosis, and even gave me the name of that one she had seen. I was fascinated by this thought, and said I would contact him. On thinking about it afterwards, I wished that I had had the chance to hypnotise her! My mind boggled at the thought of getting her in a trance and examining her – and I don’t mean her eyes!
So, a few days after that, I did phone this guy, and to my surprise he offered to see me. When I did go to him he was very, very helpful, and revealed that the ability of not blinking was indeed a great asset in the art of hypnotics. What other people referred to as ‘staring’ eyes was a sure sign that the person with that characteristic was a good bet to be a hypnotist. I couldn’t believe my luck when he actually offered to teach me, and I gladly accepted.
I didn’t tell anyone that I was doing this, and to explain my visits to him, managed to convince my parents that Mr Strange – yes, that was his name – was someone who my teacher had recommended to improve my schooling, and that he was, in fact, a specialist in memory training. They fell for it, too, and in fact were quite keen for me to go to him.
Anyway, to cut the story short, Mr Strange was absolutely marvellous! After only three visits to him, and with his very simple tuition, I discovered the way to use my gift to hypnotise people. On the third visit, he allowed me to try it out on his assistant, Melanie, who was a young girl of about eighteen. He had arranged for her to be there on that occasion, and he told me that she wasn’t aware of what he had taught me. So, by using the excuse that he was training me to be a second assistant, he made her stand in front of me and then I looked into her eyes and did what he had taught me.
I was staggered to find that in only a few seconds, she was hypnotised, standing before me awaiting my instruction. I told her that she was under my control, and then made suggestions to her to do certain things. I told her to lift her arms and hold them there. I then told her that she couldn’t put them down however hard she tried – and to my delight, it worked.
After I released her from this, Mr Strange whispered to me, “Do you like my assistant? She is pretty, isn’t she?” I looked at him and blushed. She certainly was pretty – no, gorgeous!
I stuttered, “Er… Y…Yes, she is”, and he winked at me.
“Would you like to…kiss her?” I was almost gasping at his bluntness, but at the same time realised what he was saying to me. He was actually implying that with her under my control, I could take advantage of her. Blushing even redder, I looked back at Melanie and hesitated a few seconds before speaking to her again.
“Er… Would you kiss me, Melanie?” My heart was thumping, now. Without changing the blank expression on her face, she stepped towards me, and before I could even think about what was happening, she had put her hands on m shoulders and, pulling me closely to her, planted her soft lips directly on mine.
Now I had kissed a girl before, but this was something else. Melanie was tight against me, and her lips were almost sucking mine. I could also feel the fullness of her breasts pressing into me, and as she prolonged the kiss, I distinctly felt my penis growing hard, and for a second or two I wanted to pull away as I was sure that Melanie could feel it pressing against her. I knew I was enjoying it all, but still felt very embarrassed, particularly in front of Mr Strange.
But if she did feel my erection against her, it made no difference, as she continued to kiss me, and then when I felt her tongue slip between my lips I felt my cock twitch, and thought that I was sure to cream in my pants. I instinctively put my hands on her waist to try to push her away before I did cum, but that only served to make it worse, for I could feel the heat of her body through the thin material of her blouse. In desperation, I pushed hard to escape from her clutch, and as her face finally moved away from me, I realised that both my hands had slipped upwards, and I was now actually clasping both of her breasts outside her blouse.
I gasped, but my hands stayed glued to her chest and I actually began to squeeze my fingers into her softness. It was the first time I had ever touched a girl up there, and as my cock gave another twitch, I was powerless to stop it. I felt the spunk rise through my cock and then felt the warmth of the fluid as it streamed out into my pants. I was so, so embarrassed.
I hurriedly looked towards Mr Strange, and at once realised that he knew what had happened. He was not just smiling, he was almost chuckling, and when I looked down to see a small wet patch — growing larger —on my trousers, I just wanted to die! But I couldn’t — and didn’t — and I turned to look at Melanie again. She, of course, was still under my influence, and was merely standing looking at me, emotionless. She had merely acted on my instructions and had felt not emotion at all.
Looking back at Mr Strange, I said, nervously, “How do I release her from the trance?” He grinned.
“Are you sure you want to — just yet? Don’t you want to try something… further?” He grinned again.
I might be only fifteen and immature and innocent, but I wasn’t stupid. I was well aware that he was suggesting — no, inviting me to use the opportunity to… to… well, perhaps to take advantage of Melanie… sexually! But I was all hot and bothered by now, and was almost afraid of how far that path might lead — particularly with him watching so eagerly. Very flustered, and trying hard to hide the wet patch on my pants with my hands, I shuffled.
“Er…No. I think I want to finish here and go. I’m satisfied that I can do it — hypnotise, I mean — and should practice… in private. Thank you for the tuition.” Still grinning, he put his hand on my shoulder.
“Yes — I think it might be wise. To practice, I mean. You can now control the actions of others… but you need to learn to control yourself, don’t you?” He chuckled. “Yes — Melanie certainly does possess some power over boys, doesn’t she? But perhaps you will learn more about that as you grow a little more… er… experienced, eh?” He laughed, and I realised that he was well aware of my… accident.
He did show me how to release Melanie, eventually, before I left, but the exhilaration of my new powers had been more than tempered by me wetting my pants, and I was more than just embarrassed as I bid my farewell that day.
~ ~ ~
The worst part of the walk home was the walking! I mean, OK, I’d just learned that I could hypnotise, and had had a girl under my contol — and then I’d discovered that I couldn’t bloody control myself!. The embarrassment of actually ‘cumming’ in my pants while being watched by Mr Strange was bad. The way I felt really stupid, not being able to control myself when she kissed me and then I felt her tits, was humiliating. But having to walk home with my genitals swinging about in my cum-soaked pants was — awful! It felt as if I had pissed a gallon, and the cool evening air made it feel worse.
It was only when I reached home and was able to get upstairs without meeting any of the family, and almost ripped my pants and underpants off, that I felt better. I plonked my clothes in the wash basket, and had a shower.
At last, in the confines of my own room — clean and refreshed — I felt that I had washed away the nightmare part of the day. I vowed to myself there and then that I would not be so humiliated again, like that. But I needed to get my act together as far as erections and ejaculation was concerned. I’d done it so many times before, but she just caught me by surprise. I’d certainly never been kissed like that before, and since I’d never touched a girl’s tit before, let alone squeezed them, I know that’s what did it. I’d better get some practice, hadn’t I?
I was deliberately quiet that night, and after our evening meal, I said that I wanted to do some work on my computer so I went to my room quite early. It was only Jane who queried that.
“What work are you doing, then? she asked, as I started to go upstairs. “Can I help you?”
“Er… No. I’ve got to work out how to master that new software, and you don’t even know it, so…” I paused, and then pondered. My mind was working on a plan. She saw me hesitate, and persisted.
“Oh! I’d like to see it, anyway. I won’t interfere with you. Please let me come.” It was her last word that settled it. She wanted to come, did she?
I shrugged my shoulders. “Well,” I said, slowly, “if you promise to do as you’re told, you can come and watch.” I looked at my watch — it was eight thirty. “I’ll go and switch on,” I continued, “and since I might be some time up there, perhaps you should get ready for bed.” She frowned.
“Bed? But… it’s far too early.” I shrugged.
“Please yourself, but if we get too late, you’ll only have to rush, won’t you? It is school tomorrow, isn’t it?” I started to move up the stairs, and she followed me.
to be continued....