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THE MULE

"I feel ... sinking ... feeling ... oooh ...relaxed ..." she said dreamily.

"Please ... call out ... the numbers, Angela, that ... you can see ... as we travel ... all the way down ... to level one hundred, and ... everything you sense ... or feel."

"Yes."she answered, sounding far away, instead of only a few feet from where I sat.

"Ten."

A long silence. I started to speak, then decided to allow everything to happen exactly as it wanted to.

"Floating down. Ohh. Light....as a feather...but getting ... darker."

"Soon ... you will see ... a warm light ... everywhere ... Tell me when ... you can."

"Mmmm...yees...softllight....warm....loving.....fifteen..ooohh...floating.......faster...

ooh!"

"Everything is fine. You're doing perfectly. I'm here ... Look for me ... soon....keep going down ... talk to me ... Angela."

"Mmm. Thirty ......mmmm...nice light......hard to talk....scared...."

"Nothing to be frightened of ... Go deeper ... I am here with you ... you're safe ... look for me ... see me wanting to come in ... think ... of me ... strongest thoughts."

"Ooohhh..can't talk...so hard....uughh...forty.."

"Think of me! ... Think of me! ... See me! ... Look for me!"

"Yee..ss...ooh....can't talk....hard.....fifty..oohh!"

"No talk ... think and see ... Think and see ... In your mind ... you can talk ... you can see ... you can feel."

I relaxed and focussed inward on the image of Angela trying to talk to me with such emotion that I could see it very clearly through the haze of my own dim awareness. I imagined myself standing at the glass door of her mind, wanting to come in so strongly, with her on the other side wanting to let me in so strongly. I could feel her anguish. She felt alone.

So incredibly alone. And she didn't want to be.

Angela was scared and frightened. I felt my skin prickle and tingle all over. I sank deeper and deeper into the imagery of her and everything I'd told her to do. The feeling of her anguish grew stronger with each passing second. It was over-powering. I wanted to help her. To tell her not to be frightened- that I was there. That she could talk to me with her thoughts.

"Safe and warm." I thought so strongly. "You can ... talk to me ... I'm here ... Safe and warm ... Talk to me ... Angela ... Angela ... Angela ... Talk to me ... Talk to me ... Think to me ... Think to me ... Think to me ... See me ... See me."

And I continued to image myself looking in through the glass door of her mind, with her on the other side crying and wanting to let me in. God! I could feel her fear, her emotions, her aloneness.

"Doctor!" came the sound of Angela's voice suddenly, as loud in my head as if a loudspeaker had been placed inside my mind. I relaxed and imaged, letting myself go deeper and deeper into it.

"Angela! ... Angela! ... Relax completely .. Let me in! ... Relax and let go and .. Let me in! ... Relax and see me .. See me! ... let go and talk to me! ... See me! ... Let me in!" I mentally thought to her as I watched her fully on the other side of the glass door. I could see her so clearly. "Can't you see me? ... Look for me! ... Can't you see me?... Look for me! ...

See me! ... Talk to me! ... Safe and warm! ... Safe and warm! ... Safe and warm!"

"Doctor! Please!" came the booming sound of her frightened voice.

I could see her looking at me through the glass door. Her face was frightened and she was crying. She kept looking around for something and running her hands through her hair in a frenzied fashion. Her hands beat quickly on the glass just in front of my face. Then she began to drive her little fists against the glass.

"Come in!" came her voice of anguish inside my mind like a bass drum. "Come in!

Please! I'm scared!"

"Let me in! ... Angela! ... Let me in! ... Let me in! .... I'm here! ... Safe and warm! ...

You're safe and warm!"

"Noooo!" her frightened face screamed at me. "Please come in! I don't know how!

Can't open it! Please! Please!"

As I watched Angela's frightened, tear-stained face from the other side of the glass, a part of my mind in a very small voice told me I'd made a stupid mistake. I had not told her how to open the glass door. I pressed myself up against the glass door and stared hard into her swollen, red-rimmed eyes.

"Imagine it open! ... Angela! ... Imagine it open! ... It=s easy! ... Imagine it open! ...

No door! ... No door! ... Imagine it open! ... No door! ... I'm ... already inside! ... I'm Inside!

... Now I'm inside! ... See me there! ... See me there! ... With you now! ... With you now! ...

With you now! ... With you now!" I thought and imaged so very strongly to her as I did exactly the same thing in the very depths of my strongest imaginings.

Then suddenly, it happened. I was there. Through the glass door which no longer appeared in my image at all. I was beside her. With her. Inside her mind. She threw her arms around me and hugged me like a lost father. I held her and squeezed her tightly.

"I was .. so .. scared." she sobbed as she looked up at me with her face all stained from crying, her eyes red and swollen.

"I'm sorry." I said. "I forgot to tell you how to open the door." I continued to hold her, and, she continued to cling to me as if she'd never let go.

I just held her. I could feel her heart pounding against my chest. So real! And I'm sure she could feel mine.

"Everything's okay now." I told her as I stroked her hair. "Everything's fine and you're safe. You're safe now. You're safe now."

She just kept staring at me as she clung to me with a grip I could feel as her fingernails dug into my sides. Then, slowly, she began to relax. I could feel the grip of her hands and fingers begin to relax. Not totally, but slowly and steadily, as did my own arms around her loosen their protective hold on her trembling shoulders. I looked down again at her face and knew it was time to go. She'd had enough. There was a strong feeling of wrong inside me if I were to keep her there any longer on this occasion, the first time.

"Angela." I said down to her very worried face. "It's time to go now. This was just the first time. You can see ... you feel safe now ... And there's nothing to be frightened of. Is there? Is there?"

Her gaze penetrated my soul as she stared at me and tightened her grip. Again I felt the blades of her fingernails digging into my sides. I smiled down at her and she relaxed her grip immediately.

"Smile for me and see there is nothing to be afraid of. This is your own mind. You're perfectly safe inside your own mind. You've allowed me to come and visit you inside your own mind. And I'm very grateful. I hope you invite me back again. This is your own mind and nothing can hurt you here. Nothing can hurt you here. This is your own mind and you can come back here anytime you want to. It's perfectly safe here as you can see. Warm and safe.

Inside your own mind. Warm and safe. Inside your own mind."

I had heavily used the interspersal emphatic technique of speaking messages within messages. It never failed and I was very comfortable with the method, being my favourite for several years. But now I began to ease of and become a little more natural. I felt the tension go from her body as I continued to speak reassuringly to her. Then I again had the feeling it was time to go-to take her back-and myself as well.

"It's time to go now, Angela." I smiled comfortingly down at her, pleased to see her half smile as she gazed up at me. "Let's go back to the elevator. It's easy. Just imagine we're in the elevator together and going up through all the levels from one hundred back up to level one, still in trance, but only a light one, at level one. Okay?"

"Yes." she answered like a frightened child. She looked around to either side of her. I imagined the walls of the elevator.

"See the walls of the elevator." I told her. "See the lights of the numbers as we travel back up to level one. Feel the lifting of the elevator. I'm still here with you till level one.

Then I'll go, but not far. And you'll be able to talk to me. See and feel the elevator taking us back up to level one. Back up to level one."

Her grip around my sides tightened a little as I imagined us riding up in the elevator together. I could feel the heat from her body as I held her still. And I could feel the sweat on my own body beneath my shirt. The red numbers I imagined flashed by us as we travelled back up to level one. When we reached level one I imagined the elevator stooping gently.

"The elevator's stopped now at level one, Angela. It's stopped at level one. This is where I get out. I'll meet you at the top. There's a little thing I have to do. You'll be safe and warm now. I'll see you at the top. Okay?"

She looked up at me sadly, releasing her grip on me as she did so.

"Really?" she asked in a frightened voice.

I smiled at her. "Yes. Everything is fine now. You're almost home, but I have to bring you home from your own mind properly, so you can come back again and never be frightened of your own mind, ever again. I will control the elevator from the outside and bring you up to the top floor. While you're waiting you can relax and compose yourself.

Feeling safe and warm, without a worry in the world. Okay?"

"O..kay." she answered slowly.

I imaged myself getting out of the elevator and watching the doors close. Then I imaged myself sitting back in my chair beside her. And then I felt it beneath my butt and my back. I opened my eyes slowly and was instantly shocked at what I saw.

Angela lay on the chair, which was in the fully reclined position. She lay on her side in the foetal position, her arms clasped loosely around her knees which were drawn up into her chest. Her short, loose skirt had hitched itself high on her waist, revealing brief red underwear. Her hair was a mess, in complete disarray and her face was streaked with tear stains. Her eyes were swollen and puffy underneath. Angela, my very own little 'mule' in total, looked a real mess.

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The End Chapter 12

(to be continued)

by Mesmer

Standard Disclaimer, meaning that this HYPNOSIS/MIND-CONTROL story is NOT to be read by persons under the age of 18 years. If you enjoy this Hypnosis/Mind-Control story please email the much-appreciated publisher who has put it here for you to read and enjoy.

Thank you - Mesmer.

(continued from The Mule - 12)

(c)

by Mesmer

THE MULE

Chapter 13

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I shook my head slowly from side to side as I breathed deeply and slowly, allowing it to flow gently outward between closed teeth while I collected my thoughts about bringing her back to full awareness again. And I knew that would take some thought.

"Angela?" I said quietly.

"Yes." she answered immediately, as if she had been waiting for the sound of my voice.

"You can see now that visiting your own mind is not a frightening experience, and that you will always be warm and safe there when you visit in the future. Isn't that true?"

"Yes." she answered softly. Her hair almost covered her face as she remained in the foetal position clasping her knees with both arms.

"And you can see now how easy it is to image anything you want to get there. Isn't that also true?"

"Yes." she said.

"This first time was a little frightening for you and you became a little upset. Now, I want you to image very strongly what you'd really like to do next. I think you'd like me to take you to a bathroom where you could freshen up and straighten your clothes, so you feel as fresh and wonderful on the outside as you are beginning to feel on the inside after your wonderful visit to your own subconscious mind. Isn't that true?"

"Yes."

"That's fine. You're doing perfectly. When I count to three you will be able to open your eyes and stand up and walk and talk and allow me to lead you to a bathroom where you can freshen up and make yourself all beautiful again. But you will remain in this deeply relaxed state of trance and will not wake up or be aware of where you are, other than allowing me to lead you to a bathroom where you can make yourself beautiful again. Is that what you want?"

"Yes." she answered with a deep sigh.

"One ... two ... three!" I counted slowly.

Angela opened her red-rimmed eyes and blinked several times, but her gaze still remained a little glazed.

"Can you hear me, Angela?" I asked quietly.

Her eyes travelled to mine without moving her head.

"Yes." she answered thickly, licking her lips.

"Give yourself a few minutes to orient yourself. Then you can stand up and I'll take you to a bathroom where you can freshen up, even though you are still deeply tranced. Isn't that true?"

"Yes." she said absent-mindedly as she took a deep breath.

After a few minutes she straightened her legs and rolled over on to her back, still unaware, apparently, that her dress had hitched itself high up on her waist. Then she leaned forward, causing the chair to move into the forward position, and then further forward into the sitting up position. She looked a mess.

I stood up and held out my right hand to her. She reached out and took it, allowing me to help her to her feet. She had a dazed look on her face. Her eyes were glazed and glassy, with an almost vacant stare. She didn't look at me-just continued to look at eye level where her head faced. Her dress remained hitched high on her waist. She made no attempt to pull it down.

Slowly, I led her from the therapy room and into the en-suite. She walked slowly, hesitantly, as if not sure where her next step would lead her to.

"Please freshen yourself up now, Angela. Straighten your dress and your clothes and return to me and sit in the chair when you are ready. Okay?" I suggested.

I closed the door and walked back to the therapy room, and, it was on that short walk that I realised my own shirt felt hot and sticky against my skin. I felt like a hot shower myself. I sat down heavily, feeling exhausted and began to collect my thoughts while they were all still fresh in my mind. I was looking forward to seeing the video of the session after Angela had left.

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Fifteen minutes had passed and Angela had still not returned. I got up and walked through to the en-suite, knocking softly on the door when I came up to it. No answer. Becoming a little concerned I opened the door and saw Angela standing at the wall mirror, just staring at herself and dabbing the soft, swollen skin beneath eye with a wet towel.

"Is everything alright, Angela?" I asked softly.

She continued to do what she was doing, dabbing first beneath her left eye, then beneath her right eye. Her eyes were fixed on her reflection looking back at her from the mirror.

"I can't." she said softly, a little consternation sounding in her vocal tone.

"You can't what?" I asked, surprised.

"I can't make myself as good on the outside as I feel on the inside." she said sadly, like a little girl. "I've tried, but I just can't."

I smiled, relieved.

"You look beautiful, Angela. I told her sincerely, because she did. You're eyes look particularly gorgeous right now. Okay." I said, taking her gently by the shoulders and turning her to face me. "Put the towel down and come back with me now to the therapy room."

Her eyes smiled, but her mouth didn't. Her eyes remained glazed and fixated level ahead of her. I led her back to the therapy room and seated her back down in the chair. She looked almost as she had when she had walked in, except for a slight puffiness beneath each of her eyes. Her make-up had been re-done and her clothes had all be straightened nicely.

"Close your eyes now, Angela." I told her softly.

Her eyelids closed and she visibly relaxed and sank back into the big chair.

"Now, Angela." I began the closing phase of the session. "Today you have discovered something truly wonderful about yourself that not very many people can lay claim to. You have achieved something special in not only being able to visit your subconscious mind, but you have also allow me to visit there with you. And that makes you a very special person.

You are a very special person. And you will become more and more special to yourself as you continue over the coming weeks and months of your life and you discover more and more about who you really are. Do you understand just how special you are?"

"Yes." she said quietly, but with the hint of a smile in her voice.

"And it's a wonderful feeling to feel that way, I know. And you will remember that wonderful feeling of being special and different to all other women as you discover more and more of who you really are in the coming days and weeks. And that is all you will remember of this session this morning-how wonderful and special you are, because your subconscious mind will remember everything and when you visit your subconscious mind again with me you will remember everything you need to remember and when you are awake you will remember only how special and different you are-remember only how special and different you are, now that you are beginning to discover just who you really are. You now find it so easy to understand that you simply need not remember anything to do with your visit to your subconscious-only how special and different you feel compared to the way you feel normally.

You will be excited and enthusiastic about your life in every way, exploring every new thought that comes to your mind, feeling new and alive and reborn as who you really are, and forget everything else unless I tell you otherwise. Do you understand clearly what you have to remember and what you can so very easily forget?"

"Yes." she answered softly.

"That's fine, Angela. You're doing perfectly. Please repeat to me now the only thing you can remember about your session with me this morning." I asked her.

"I feel so wonderful and alive." she said quietly. "So special and different. I am reborn different to what I used to be. I'm special now. I'm different now that I know who I really am."

"That's fine, Angela. You're doing perfectly. In a moment, when I snap my fingers you will find yourself becoming fully awake and alert in every way-feeling fresh and alive, and feeling very good about making an appointment with me for a half an hour ago to come in and thank me personally because you feel so good about yourself now. All morning you've just been walking around and feeling so wonderful that you just had to make an appointment to come and thank me. Do you see that clearly, and feel that clearly within your mind and heart?"

"Yes." Angela said slowly.

"That's fine, Angela. You've done very well, because you are so special." I finished in saying.

I snapped my fingers and watched as her eyes slowly opened. She blinked a few times and then rubbed gently beneath each of her eyes. Then she looked at me and slowly, very slowly Angela Simms smiled. I swear it was the most beautiful smile I had ever seen on a woman's face in my entire life. There was something unreal about it, as if it came from the depths of her soul. It almost brought a tear to my eyes. It certainly brought a lump to my throat. I coughed slightly, clearing it of absolutely nothing. Then I smiled back at her in her absolute radiance.

"How do you feel?" I asked.

"Oh, Doctor." she began as she stretched like a lazy cat after a long hibernation sleep.

"I feel so .... so wonderful! I can't explain it! I don't know what you do to me, but keep on doing it. I feel great! I feel alive!"

I grinned at her beautiful smile and even more beautiful face.

"That's fine, Angela." I replied. "Thank you for taking the time out of your life to come and thank me personally, although I have to tell you that you've done most of the work yourself. I've just been guiding you. That's all."

"You're welcome, Doctor." she said as she stood up with me.

I walked her to the door and down to reception, then said good bye and returned to my office and the therapy room. I pressed re-wind on the video and returned to my desk, collecting my notes mentally for the report I intended to do after watching the video and then having some lunch. Then I remembered how sticky and uncomfortable I felt as I relaxed at my desk and quickly rose and went to the shower, knowing I had a fresh shirt on a hanger behind the door.

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As I stood under the shower I just allowed the various thoughts to come and go from my mind at their leisure, knowing my own subconscious mind had experienced something new and wonderful along with Angela's that morning. In fact, I felt pretty good myself. As I rubbed the soap around my sides. I noticed a twinge of pain. Looking down and around myself on both sides of my body I could clearly make out several red and angry small indents and scratches in my skin. I froze suddenly, right on the spot. Angela's fingernails! I remembered feeling them dig so deeply into me! Jesus! Was it proof of my getting inside her mind? Or had I just imagined it so strongly my own subconscious came up with the necessary proof?

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Twenty minutes later I sat behind my desk once again, feeling fresh and alive and very happy with my first session with Angela in the pursuit of virtual subconscious communication. I was also a little perturbed about the marks on and around my waist, but was convinced I could only go from strength to strength with the project from that point onward. I'd done it!

Somehow though, I'd have to come up with a way of obtaining definite proof that I had been actually inside her mind - irrefutable proof-demonstrable proof!

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The End Chapter 13

(to be continued)

by Mesmer.

Standard Disclaimer in that this story was not written to be read by persons UNDER the age of 18 years. If you enjoy this Hypnosis/Mind-Control story please email the publisher, and express your appreciation to him for publishing it for you to enjoy. Thank you - Mesmer.

(continued from The Mule 13)

(c)

by Mesmer

THE MULE

Chapter 14

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"Your mastery of trancing yourself down with your patient, as well as your use of the interspersal technique of hypnotic suggestion is admirable, Peter." Derek said as the entire group finished watching the video of Angela's session.

I had copied samples of the entire session and had typed them up for everyone to follow as they watched the video at the evening meeting.

"It seems now, after all of these years to come naturally to me." I replied. "It always has, in fact, right from the beginning."

The video showed Angela gradually drawing herself up into the foetal position as she went deeper and deeper into trance. I had also transcribed for their copies my recollection of what was said once I had entered Angela's mind. The video also showed me, tensing and relaxing several times, then finally relaxing completely on a physical level at the point where I ceased speaking verbally altogether. I tool that as the point where I entered through Angela's door.

"It's very encouraging." Derek said. "Have you given any thought to repeat demonstrations, and some kind of demonstrable proof of what transpires when you enter her mind?"

"Not in any great detail, as yet." I answered. "But I'm working on it. I'll think of something."

I noticed Derek look for several long seconds at Tina who sat once again beside him.

Then he looked at me once again.

"Well done, Peter. Keep it up." he said as he stood up. Mine was the last report for the day.

The other reports that had gone before me, including Derek's had been interesting, but with nothing startling. Tina did not give a report at all. We all packed up then while I retrieved the video and placed it in my brief case. Then everybody began to file out of the room on their way home. It was six forty five, and had been for me a long day indeed. I wanted to go home and think over a cold drink: to just let my mind go back over the days events, recovering parts of it I was sure I hadn't placed enough importance on that I'd see clearly the next time round.

Tina had given me the thumbs up in a subtle way as I had been talking to the group, but now she was nowhere to be seen, and, neither was Derek. They must have left with the first lot to leave the room, I figured, joining the line leading out through the door. I expected to see her waiting for me on the other side, but she wasn't. I was too tired to even wonder about it any further than that. I headed for my office, phoned Angela and used her trance key, making an appointment for nine-thirty the following morning. Then I walked through the door, locked it, and then walked to the elevator. There were only two people waiting. One of them was Andrew Sawyer.

"Good day's work." He smiled at me as I came up to stand beside him while we waited for the elevator to arrive.

"It's only the beginning," I answered.

"One small step for Peter-one giant step for the project." he grinned, his eyes taking on a strange look for a few seconds.

Then the elevator arrived. We rode to the ground floor in silence. Stepping out into the foyer Andrew said a quick good bye and walked off toward the door while I walked to the water fountain and swallowed the freezing water gratefully. I had developed a very dry mouth during and since giving my report to the group. Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand I then picked up my brief case and headed toward the front door and home for the day.

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That night I went over the video several times, trying to match the script I had written with the various levels of trance depth as I believed they had occurred in Angela's face and in her body. At the same time I discovered several areas in which I could improve my own trancing when working with a patient in that way.

By the time I went to bed I had a good idea about how to approach the session with Angela the following day. Sleep came quickly without focussing on any single thought through to its conclusion. One of those thoughts were about Tina, and what she had been doing at the office with Derek after everyone else had left for the evening.

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"Hi!" Angela beamed as she walked into my office at nine-twenty five in the morning. She wore a red top with an open neck and short sleeves, and a loose, white cotton, seer-sucker skirt. Between the two was an attractive black belt that didn't look like it was holding up anything at all in particular. Her face bore little make-up, except for a light shade of lipstick adorning her full lips.

"How are you?" I smiled back at her. "Please have a seat."

She sat comfortably down in the chair opposite me and placed her purse lightly down beside it.

"You must be getting really sick of me." she began, still smiling. "But, as I told your receptionist this morning when I rang I've been having some strange feelings that I'd like to talk to you about."

"I'm not getting sick of you Angela. I ..." she cut me off.

"I don't mind paying since it was my idea. Really!" she interjected.

I smiled at her. "That won't be necessary, Angela." I reassured her. "Now. How can I help you today?"

She took a deep breath and let it out very slowly, allowing her gaze to wander around the room, bringing it back to focus on me at the completion of another breath, although this one was not as deep. Angela seemed a little apprehensive, or nervous.

"Well." she began quietly, her face taking on a serious look. "You remember we talked about my ... my ... sexuality?"

"Yes." I answered, smiling politely.

"Well. I think maybe I'm ... err ... coming out ... as they call it." she said hesitantly, with a schoolgirl smile of shyness and personal embarrassment.

"Why's that, Angela?" I asked quietly.

"Well. I had a dream last night and it involved another wom ... another girl." she confessed.

"Was it anyone you know in life?"

"As a matter of fact, it was." she replied. "One of the other hair-dressers at the place I work."

"And has this girl ever shown any type of sexual interest in you that you can remember?" I asked politely.

"Not that I can think of. We're good friends, of course. And we've been to the movies a few times when neither of us had dates and were bored, I guess. I know she hasn't got a regular boyfriend. And she's always complaining to me about how insensitive they are at times."

I thought about what she'd said for a few long seconds before I answered her. This was an important time for her, I knew.

"What would you like me to tell you, Angela?" I asked her quietly.

She dropped her gaze quickly from mine, staring at the desk, her blushing starting slowly from the base of her neck, slowly working its way upward toward her throat.

"I ... I ... err ...I guess ... well, to be honest, I don't really know for sure." she replied hesitantly.

I smiled compassionately at her. She relaxed a little at that.

"Why don't you invite her over to your place for a sleep-over-come-girl-s night?" I suggested. "Get yourselves a nice bottle of wine, and relax and see what happens?"

Angela's face lit up like a Christmas tree. "What a great idea!" she exclaimed excitedly. "I'll do it. And, I know just the night. It's her birthday on Friday and I don't think she's made any definite plans as yet." Then she relaxed back smiling into the chair as if a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders. "How can I ever thank you for being so understanding?"

I smiled. "It's not necessary." I told her. "Life doesn't always give us an answer book for the different problems it throws at us from time to time."

"Well. Thank you anyway." she said.

She reached down for her purse. Show time.

"Seven." I said quietly, but firmly.

She had been leaning forward slightly when I'd said her trance key. Her head came up slowly, her face a question.

"Pardon? Oooh." she responded.

I never cease to be amazed at the effectiveness of a well-placed trance key. I had to smile just a little as I watched her begin to breathe in a very shallow fashion, indicating she had gone into a light to medium trance already.

"Angela?" I tested.

"Yes." came the dreamy reply.

"On your scale of one to ten, how deep a hypnotic trance do you feel you're in?" I tested again.

"Five." came her immediate reply.

"I'd like you to breathe deeply, very deeply, and, as you exhale each breath slowly I'd like you to count yourself down, relaxing more and more deeply as you hear yourself say each number, to the deep level of ten. And when you reach that very deep level of ten, I'd like you to tell me in some way that you're there. Will you do that?"

"Yes." she replied and immediately took a deep breath, letting it slowly out to the sound of her own voice counting out the number six.

A wise therapist once told me that all hypnosis is self-hypnosis, and here was the living proof, not that I hadn't seen it before, of course. I smiled confidently as I listened to her breath and count herself down into a much deeper trance. Besides, it saved me doing it.

Today I had decided to increase my degree of control over Angela's trance, instead of pursuing communication on a subconscious level. That had been the idea I'd had the previous night as I'd watched the video. It seemed to take a lot out of her, as well as me. So, I planned to work on subconscious communication one day, and trance-control effectiveness the next.

"Te-en." she said finally with a long sigh.

I waited for her to follow her instructions as she said she would.

"I'm here." came the relaxed, dreary sound of her voice.

"That's fine, Angela." I told her quietly. "You're doing perfectly. Now. Just relax and enjoy your very relaxing deep trance for a couple of minutes so your mind and your body can benefit from the experience in every way."

"Angela." I said. "When I count to three you will find that although you will remain in that very deeply hypnotised and relaxing trance, you will be able to talk very normally, with all signs of tiredness vanishing from your vocal tones, even though your mind and your body will remain deeply hypnotised and relaxed and listening to every word I say. Do you understand?"

"Yeeessss." came her sleepy answer, almost given as a sigh instead of a word.

"That's fine. You're doing perfectly. One ... two ... three!" I said, emphasising the last number. "Can you talk normally now?" I tested.

"Yes." came her immediate and very clear answer.

"That's fine. You're doing perfectly." I cleared my thoughts, deciding there was no need to go into the therapy room for what I intended to do. I'd gotten the idea from watching Derek's demonstration.

"Angela." I began. "You can now recall everything that happened in your deepest trance that happened yesterday. Isn't that true?"

"Yes." she answered clearly.

"What I remember is that you became upset because I hadn't yet established the full and correct form of communication with you for such an experiment, and, that was unfair of me. Today I want to establish the full and correct form of communication with you so that tomorrow, when we conduct that experiment again, you will have no need to get upset. Do you understand and agree?"

"Yes." she answered quietly.

"That's fine. You're doing perfectly." I was all set. "But for what we did achieve yesterday, you did very well ... like a very proud soldier ... carrying out your orders perfectly ... for the good of the experiment ... in discovering some very important things about yourself ... Isn't that true?"

"Yes."

"That's right ... It is true ... you carried out your orders perfectly ... like a very proud soldier ... and from this moment on ... when you are in trance ... or when you are awake ... on the sound of my voice only ... you will carry out your orders perfectly ... just like you did yesterday ... like a very proud soldier ... isn't that true?"

"Yes." she replied quietly, her vocal tone taking on a more serious tone.

"Because ... deep down you know ... you're a leader ... and you know the importance of carrying out orders perfectly ... when you are in trance ... or when you are awake ... on the sound of my voice only ... so you can lead others ... and show them how it's done ... how to carry out orders perfectly ... because you're a leader ... isn't that true?"

"Yes." she answered, her voice a little more curt: her back a little straighter in the chair. Not as slumped as it had been.

"And it's good to know ... you're an important member of the team ... who obeys her orders without question ... and without doubt ... for the good of all ...when you're in trance ...

or when you're awake ... you can always obey your orders without question and without doubt ... at the sound of my voice only ... because you're important part of the team ... isn't that true?"

"Yes." she almost snapped, her vocal tone becoming shorter and shorter with each of her successive answers.

"That's fine." I said smartly to her, attuning my vocal tone to hers. "You're doing perfect ... like a very proud soldier. And now ... you may sit easy and enjoy your experience."

That time, the straightening of her spine in the chair as she pulled herself up to almost sit at attention as she sat there hypnotised was very obvious, and, very pleasing. Then, in a slightly softer tone; "Angela ... you may sit easy ... now."

"Yes." she answered, visibly slumping her shoulders and relaxing her torso back into a more relaxed-looking posture.

I decided to consolidate the degree of control I believed I already had over her mind-

set with another burst.

"Now you can ... feel yourself relaxing ... more and more deeply ... you can feel the heaviness of that deep relaxation ... in your entire mind and body ... you can feel the peace ...

and the calm ... of this deep and relaxing trance ... and you can feel your mind and your body ... respond more and more completely ... to everything I say and suggest ... as you continue to ... allow your unconscious mind to relax you twice as deeply ... and allow everything I tell you will happen ... will happen ... exactly as I tell you ... it will happen ... when you're in trance ... or when you're awake ... isn't that true?"

"Yes." Angela answered in a normal tone of voice.

"That's fine. You're doing perfect.. When I count to three, and say the number three, you will become fully alert and wide awake, feeling fresh and alive, and feeling very, very good about yourself and your life in every way ... and ... forget to remember all of what has been said to you in this session ... because your unconscious mind will remember everything you needn't bother to remember .. so you can just forget everything. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"One ... two ... three!"

I settled back in my chair watching Angela blink her eyes several times and then focus on me as her mind and body came fully alert once again. She stretched.

"Why do I always feel so refreshed after hypnosis?" she asked.

"Because your mind and your body relaxes so deeply." I told her. "Something they don't normally do at this time of day, and for some people, it never happens this deeply at all, even when they sleep."

"Their loss." she grinned. "They don't have you." And then she chuckled at her little joke.

I grinned along with her. Then it was time to test when the silence began to look like setting in.

"What do you remember?" I asked.

Angela cocked her head, her eyes looking upwards and to the side while she tried to recall the things said to her. Then she took a deep breath and sighed.

"It's hazy." she said. "Things seem all jumbled up."

"That's okay." I told her reassuringly. "I want to try a little test, if that's alright with you?"

"Sure." she replied. "Since you won't take my money, it's the least I can do."

I sat up straight-backed in the chair and placed my forearms out in front of me on the desk. Then I put a serious countenance on my face. Angela=s face began to grin, no doubt thinking it was amusing, or I'd lost the plot within the last ten seconds.

"You are a very proud soldier!" I snapped at her, military fashion. She jumped, then gave a nervous little laugh and half-smile. Now I felt I had lost the plot.

"You obey orders perfectly! Now! Sit to attention in front of your superior officer!"

I kept my face frozen and my body stiff. Angela=s face smiled, then stopped, then grinned, then lost that as well, before finally and slowly sitting to attention.

"Eyes straight ahead, soldier!" I barked at her again with such venom it much her jump with fright.

Her eyes locked onto some spot behind me and off to the right.

"You will follow your orders perfectly, soldier! Isn't that true!" I barked again like a shot out of a gun.

"Yes! ... sir!" Angela answered, and inside I smiled.

"You are a very proud soldier! Isn't that true!"

"Yes, sir!" she replied smartly.

"When you're in trance or when you're awake! Isn't that true!" I barked at her again, feeling guilty as hell.

"Yes, sir!" she almost barked back at me.

Now for the acid test-the final piece of cold steel between the third and fourth rib.

"And you will obey orders without question and without doubt! Isn't that true!

Soldier?"

"Yes! Sir!" Angela snapped back at me in the proudest military style of speech she could imagine.

"Stand up! Without question! Without doubt! Strip nude immediately! Now, soldier!

Strip! Nude! Right! Now!" I said, holding my breath and keeping my face and posture frozen like ice.

Angela stood up quickly and began to unbutton her shirt, her eyes staring directly ahead and above me.

"Soldier! Staandat ... ease!" I barked.

Her eyes didn't move from their straight-ahead stare. Her hands went behind her back as her left foot lifted and stamped down on the carpet about a foot from her right foot. She didn't appear to relax at all with the stand-easy order.

"You may stand easy, Angela." I said in my normal tone. "Now that you know you're really a very proud soldier."

Her shoulders and back relaxed just a little, as did her chest and buttocks, but her eyes remained steadfastly staring directly ahead of her. My gaze roamed up and down her body several times, enjoying the momentary opportunity of what could have been afforded me by the experiment. Angela's breasts were firm and full, jutting proudly forward beneath her shirt as she stood at ease in front of my desk. Her waist curved gracefully inward, then arched back out into a beautiful crescent over her shapely hips and thighs. I was equally as sure the apex of her crowning glory would be adorned with a lush, matted curly thatch of dark black hair.

"You have a very wonderful body to be proud of, soldier!" I barked at her, causing her to jump with fright. "Are you very proud of it, soldier?"

Angela shifted her weight and snapped her leg back against the other, standing to attention as she answered.

"Yes, sir!"

"That's fine, soldier! You're doing perfect!" I finished.

"Yes, sir!" she answered smartly.

"Sit down, soldier!"

"Yes, sir!"

She sat quickly down in the chair, eyes still staring straight ahead of her, and somewhere beside my ear.

"Angela." I said quietly, in my normal tone of voice. "Do you know why we did the soldier routine?"

"No." she replied, her voice shaking just a little.

"To test if the degree of control in effective communication had been successfully impressed on your subconscious mind so you wouldn't be upset tomorrow when we repeated the experiment we did yesterday." I told her quietly. "And it has been. You can be very proud. You're doing perfect." I smiled at her. "Do you understand?"

"Yes." she replied.

"Why would you have undressed naked in front of me?" I asked, testing yet again.

"I obey orders." she said. "I tried to stop, but I couldn't."

"Did you want to do it?" I asked.

"No." she said simply.

"Are you happy we proved that your subconscious mind will accept the necessary orders without question and without doubt to avoid you becoming upset when we visit your subconscious mind again?" I asked, consolidating in her mind the justification she would accept.

"Yes." she said simply.

"Angela. Look at me." I said quietly.

She turned her eyes in my direction, but not her head.

"Seven." was all I said when her gaze met mine.

Her eyes blinked, as if trying to recall that word or what it meant or why I'd said it, but before her conscious mind could come with a 'what' or a 'why' her subconscious mind took over. Her eyelids blinked a few times. Her eyes became glassy and sleepy-looking, then she closed them down tight and relaxed back down into the chair.

"That's fine, Angela. You're doing perfect." I said. "And now you can forget to remember everything that happened during this session, because your subconscious mind will remember when it's time to ... so you can forget and not notice to remember anything that happened in this session and not remember everything you can so easily forget. Do you understand?"

"Yes." came her quiet reply.

"When I count three ... and say the number three ... you will be wide awake ...

refreshed ... feeling alive ... optimistic and very excited about your new sexuality ... and not remember anything except to call in the morning and make an appointment for nine-thirty.

Also you will have an early night tonight. Do you understand?"

"One ... two ... three!"

Angela blinked once and then opened her eyes. Within seconds she was smiling as if she knew something I didn't.

"How do you feel?" I asked smiling.

"I feel great! As always!" she beamed back at me.

"Well, I know you've got some plans to make regarding your new friends. And remember, if I can be of any further help, please give me a call." I tested.

"Thanks. But you've helped me enough, for free. I don't think I'll need to see you anymore. But, it's been great!" she said as her way of saying good bye.

She then held out her hand for me to shake, which I did, then showed her from my office. I closed the door behind her and returned to my desk, setting about making my notes for the evening report. I was satisfied with Angela's performance, both in and out of trance state, and, having control of her in both states might just come in handy if she ever became bewildered by anything that might happen in any of our future sessions, the results of which even I didn't know as yet what to expect.

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The End Chapter 14

(to be continued)

by Mesmer

Standard Disclaimer, stating that every word of this Hypnosis/Mind-Control story is pure fiction and NOT to be read by persons under the age of 18 years. If you enjoy this story please email the much-appreciated publisher, for making it possible for you to do so. Thank you - Mesmer.

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THE MULE

(c)

by Mesmer

Chapter 15

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I smiled as I began writing while everything was still fresh in my memory, glad that Angela had led the way to the door of my office and not me. My body was only just coming down to an acceptable size from having the exquisite pleasure of feasting my very appreciative eyes on hers. Nevertheless, I considered the day's session with Angela to have been very productive. I was motivated and enthusiastic about the following day's experiment in subconscious communication. I believed I would have even more success, having decided through some research I'd done on the inter-net to take an entirely different approach.

At the meeting I again spoke last, elaborating briefly on what I had turned up by way of new ideas from research and then in detail on the session earlier with Angela. Like a gentleman I left out the nature of the test, simply describing it as flawless example of authoritarian direct hypnosis at its best.

Derek seemed pleased and interested. Tina remained silent throughout, although she gave the benefit of three of her smiles as I stood up and began speaking. One man in particular seemed genuinely interested in the concept of the direct authoritarian approach and that was Andrew Sawyer. And again he had that same strange look in his eyes as he walked with me to the elevator after I'd locked my office door. It was as if he were trying to get me to realise something, although what it was I didn't have a clue. And it was nothing he said-

just the way he looked into my eyes whenever he spoke to me.

Again I had not seen Tina as I'd been leaving. Having seen her leave the board room with Derek as she had the previous evening, I fully expected she would be remaining behind again with him. It was Andrew Sawyer who solved the small mystery for me as we stepped from the lift on the ground floor.

"I guess Mister High and Mighty is working alone tonight." he said dryly.

"What do you mean?" I asked curiously, but casually as I held the glass door open for him to precede me through it.

"Tina left in the first elevator after the meeting." he said, turning to glance casually at me as he said it, with that same look in his eyes again.

For a second only did I hold his gaze, then lost it when he reached the top of the stairs and stepped down the first of a dozen or so steps leading to the footpath, waving as he did so, then turning right at the bottom step, whereas I turned left to the car park.

* * *

I spent most of the drive home pondering this man Andrew Sawyer and what hidden agenda he might have to be hinting to me at whatever he was hinting at. Maybe he had a thing, or had once had a thing with Tina? I thought at one stage, although I seemed to easily dismiss that idea, not really seeing him as her type. But then again, what was her type? I again began to puzzle, but before I came up with an answer I found myself driving into my security car park, wondering how I got there. I couldn't clearly remember the traffic, or taking any of the turns I would have had to take to get there alive and in one piece. Apart from my special interest, I decided, as I got out of the car and locked it, my subconscious mind certainly came in handy for mundane things like driving safely home from work without concentrating on what I was doing in amongst the mass of moving metal of the following and opposing traffic.

That evening I went back over all the notes I'd taken on Angela Simms, as well as watching the video of our session together two more times. By the time I'd finished and showered it was midnight. I hit the sack gratefully, and almost immediately began to puzzle over Andrew Sawyer's possible motives for what I considered to be unusual behaviour in almost every one of our conversations, and, his comment about 'Mister High and Mighty'

hadn't escaped me either. It seemed there was no love lost from him toward Derek Henderson.

As I wondered if the reverse were also true I felt myself drifting off into noddy land and decided I'd done enough puzzling for one day. Then I simply allowed the sandman to take me wherever he wanted to-as long as he brought me back in the morning. It was a standing arrangement.

* * *

Angela was five minutes early, as usual, and I was ready, having gone over everything I'd planned to cover, from the induction to the trance termination. Now the last part of the day's session was sitting across from me, smiling like a Cheshire cat, believing she had made an appointment to discuss her sexuality, or the changing of it, as she saw it happening.

"You seem on top of the world this morning." I smiled at her.

"I slept like a baby again! I don't know what you did, but when I wake up I feel as loose as a handful of rubber bands and as soft as a ball of wool." she answered happily.

"That's great!" I replied, chuckling at her terminology. "Nothing like a good night's sleep to take away the rose-coloured glasses."

I waited in the small silence that followed for her to start the conversation regarding her friend who was having a birthday. And she did.

"Carol is coming over on Friday night." she said quietly, her smile fading just a little, but not completely gone. "When I told her I'd like to give her a birthday party and have a girl's night with just the two of us she went all quiet for a while. But then she said she'd love to. So, it's all set."

Angela's eyes had dropped to stare at the desk which she always did, I'd noticed in the past, whenever she felt a little embarrassed.

"There's nothing for you to be embarrassed about, Angela." I told her calmly. "It's your life and your decisions. You have to live and conduct your life in a manner that feels right for you-nobody else. Do you understand that quite clearly?"

She looked up when I had started to speak, and her eyes never left mine the whole time. Her smile was gone completely now.

"Yes." she replied quietly. "But what if she ... what if she doesn't ... you know-like me ... that way?"

"The worst thing you could do right now is to pre-empt how Carol will feel about you, or anything. For all we know she's going through the same period of self-discovery that you are right now. Maybe she needs a friend as much as you do-a close friend to share intimate feelings, and, maybe even personal desires with? Don't rush anything. Just do and say whatever feels right, with no injustice to Carol, and then settle back and let nature take its course. Does that make sense?"

"Yes." she answered, a little more happily than her last. "Thank you for your advice and ...understanding."

"You're most welcome, Angela. Have you noticed any other feelings or dreams that you wouldn't call your normal self, given that you=re going through a rather large change in self-perspective of late?"

Again she lowered her gaze.

"Well," she began. "There has been one particular thought coming and going over the last twenty four hours, but, it's different to what we've been talking about as far as ... my sexuality goes."

Curious, I frowned a little. "You have me interested." I said. "Go on."

"Well. It's ... err ... I don't quite know how to ... ah ..you know." she stammered.

"No. I don't know. You tell me, simply and just as it is. Don't try to choose the words. Just say them as you find them on your lips. You'll find it a lot easier." I smiled.

She sighed. "Okay." she said, taking a deep breath. "It's you."

"Me?" I said, puzzled and curious.

"Not you, exactly, but ... oh ..."

"Just say it as it is, Angela." I told her a little more forcefully.

"Okay." she said, taking another deep breath. "I'm attracted to you ... physically." she got out with a sigh. "Does that mean I'm not a ... a ... lesbian?"

I smiled at her in her embarrassment.

"No." I told her calmly. "It only means you're attracted to me, and that's all. Lesbians sometimes can be attracted to men, but still prefer only to be intimate with women."

"But I've thought about ... you know ... you." she admitted softly.

I smiled again at her stumbling with her own feelings, feeling a warm, tender feeling for her in her self-discovery, not knowing, but trying to understand what she was going through.

"Everyone is different." I told her gently. "Especially with their own private sexuality.

There are no rights or wrongs, because there just isn't a hand-book to guide the many, many differences between human beings and their individual private natures. What's right for one isn't necessarily right for another. But, as long as one person's feeling of right regarding their own sexuality doesn't impose on another's in a difference that causes injustice or hurt, or isn't forced on another, then right or wrong feelings don't really come into it. Right and wrong are only words, Angela. It's what people think when they think about those words that makes them so. Does that make sense?"

She was taking in every word I said, just looking at me with her beautiful eyes and that serious, sort of sad expression on her face.

"Yes." she said quietly. "Everything you say makes sense." Then, "Does that mean it's okay for me to have those feelings about .. you then?"

"Of course it is." I smiled at her. "It's human nature. That's all. And, I'm very flattered." I told her grinning. "You've made my day."

She smiled at that and relaxed visibly in front of me.

"I feel better now." she said smiling. "I just wanted to tell you, but ... but ... I didn't know if I should-you know-the doctor and patient thing?"

"Everything is fine with me, Angela." I told her reassuringly. "Be gentle with me."

I grinned at that last statement, and, after only a few seconds of silence, she laughed loudly. Then I did too for a few seconds. The tension that had been there was now gone. I could see that. Time to get to work on my project instead of hers now. I decided to try a couple of tests, knowing I could make her forget them when I had finished.

"Angela." I began. "Would you like to see just where you're feelings for me come from within your subconscious mind And how to what extent they exist?"

She stared at me evenly, her face serious again. I knew what she was thinking.

"It's all about discovering who you really are, which is what you're doing at the moment. Isn't that true?"

"Yes." she answered after a moment or two. Then, "Okay. But will I know what I'm saying?"

"Of course." I smiled. "You won't be hypnotised. You'll be exactly how you are right now. Your subconscious mind is already familiar with me. It can talk to me without you saying a word, and, everything it says will most probably be the truth for you. It doesn't think about what answers it's going to give me. It just answers questions as they're put to it."

"Okay." she said, her face becoming a little more curious and interested in what I was talking about. "We can do that. What do I do?"

"Nothing." I said. "Except relax and breathe deeply. Now. Place your hands palms down on the desk like this. That's right. Now. Your right index finger will be your yes finger, and your left index finger will be your no finger. Move them and say their words so you know how it feels."

I watched as she did as I'd instructed her.

"That's good." I told her. "Now. Your left little finger will be your I don't know finger, and your right little finger will be your I don't want to answer finger. Okay? Now. Try moving those fingers and saying the words at the same time."

Again I watched her carry out my instructions perfectly. When she'd done enough in my estimation for her subconscious mind to know which finger said what I told her so.

"That's fine. You're doing perfectly." I told her. "Now. Just breathe deeply and relax for a few minutes. You can keep your eyes open if you wish, so you can see. You'll be awake at all times, and remember, you can't argue with what your own subconscious tells you. It's the real you, that speaks only in what it knows everything about-feelings, with no punches pulled. Okay?"

"Okay." she said, now excited about whatever was going to happen with her fingers.

I watched her settle, her eyes fixed on the fingers of both her hands as they alternated from one to the other rhythmically.

"Now. All I want you to do with each question I ask is to think about it very strongly.

Not the answer. Not the answer. Okay? Just the question." I told her.

"Okay." she answered smiling and excited now.

"Good. Now. Relax your arms and your hands and just listen to the questions. The first one is, would you like me to see you naked?"

She blushed instantly, but kept staring at her hands. The scarlet colour slowly began to spread upward from the base of her neck Then, to her shriek of dismay her yes finger twitched suddenly. Then she giggled and moaned.

"Good. Now. Would you like to see me naked?" I said.

A long wait of at least two minutes. Angela glanced up at me a few times. Her face was flushed with either excitement, amazement, or embarrassment-probably a little of everything, but I didn't smile. Then suddenly, her yes finger twitched again.

"Oooh nooo!" she wailed, hanging her head for a few seconds before looking up smiling with embarrassment. "I can't hide anything!"

I grinned. "I told you it would tell me the truth. Game enough to discover some things you maybe don't know the answer to, consciously?" I asked her.

She thought for a few seconds before nodding her head, as I knew she would.

"Good. Now. Have you fantasized about making love with me?" I asked.

Almost immediately her yes finger twitched. Angela shrieked and groaned, not taking her eyes off her hands and fingers.

"Okay. Now. Have you thought about me making love to you lying on top of you?" I asked.

Again, her finger moved almost immediately, but it was her no finger. She groaned again a little more silently.

"Have you thought about me making love to you with you on top of me?"

Again the no finger twitched, and again the groan.

"Oh, nnoo!" Angela wailed softly, almost whimpering.

"Okay. Have you thought about me making love to you while you're on all fours and I'm entering your thighs from behind in dog-fashion?" I asked.

Angela's yes finger twitched within a few seconds.

"Aaahhh!" she cried out. Then hung her head, shaking it from side to side.

"It's okay, Angela." I soothed her. "It's good to discover the truth about yourself. At least you know where you stand with yourself. Isn't that true?"

"Yes." she answered. "I guess so."

Now for the shocker, I decided.

"Have you thought about me performing oral sex between your thighs?" I asked.

Yes, came the answer from her subconscious mind, and again she moaned softly.

"Have you thought about performing oral sex between my thighs?"

Again her yes finger told the truth. She looked like a defeated woman as she sat there staring at her hands and fingers.

"Have you thought about the last two questions I've asked you in the last half hour?" I asked.

Again her finger told the truth.

"Have you thought about them in the last five minutes?"

Yes, came the truthful reply.

"Are you thinking about them right now?"

Again the answer was yes, and again she moaned to herself and shook her head.

"Is the feeling very strong to make it a reality?" I asked, taking the test to its limit.

Yes, came the truthful answer, and a louder moan from her lips.

Angela didn't know it, of course, but she was, in fact, hypnotised. Her body was responding with the truth to every question whether she wanted to or not.

"Do you want to undress and have me look at your naked body right now?" I asked.

This time Angela groaned before her finger answered, yes. And when it did she groaned again, continuing to shake her head slowly from side to side, while her eyes never left her hands and fingers.

"Do you feel wet and warm in your secret place right now?"

Yes, her answer came quickly.

"ooh! Nnnnoo!" she exclaimed, vigorously shaking her head as if trying to remove something caught in her hair.

"If I said, do it now, would you stand up and lift your dress up and take down your underwear to let me look at your wet and warm secret place?"

Angela groaned woefully as her finger said yes. Angela groaned and hung her head, shaking it quickly from side to side, fighting her own subconscious mind. But it was going to be a losing battle on her part. I knew it, and so did she. Then Angela looked at me strangely, her eyes seemed to be beckoning. I was as hard as a rock. But I knew I was only human.

"Would you like to forget this ever happened. Forget every question and answer you just discovered as if you never knew them? If I say, do it now?"

Yes, her finger answered where it hung from her hand.

"Do it now!" I said firmly.

"That's fine. You're doing perfectly." I told her. "Close your eyes now, and when you open them again this session will have never taken place, and you've just been talking to me about Carol's birthday party."

She closed her eyes for about thirty seconds, and when she opened them again she blinked a couple of times, then looked at me and smiled.

"It should be fun." she said smiling a little shyly. "I hope everything goes okay."

"I'm sure it will be, Angela." I told her reassuringly. "I'm sure it will be."

We just looked at each other for a few moments. Angela Simms was very definitely a mule. Of that, there was no doubt in my mind whatsoever. And mules need to be protected from people, known and unknown, otherwise they're taken advantage of and used and abused. I wondered then about the professionalism of the other therapists involved in their various projects with their own mules.

I remember being told that all the patients were mules, to some extent, and in saying that, I realised that I, too, took advantages of a visual nature in my mind's imagination, but only to a limited extent with Angela. However, that was the limit to my abuse of her natural mule tendencies. All in the name of science, I rationalised.

The End Chapter 15 Standard Disclaimer, meaning this Hypnosis/Mind-Control story is NOT to be read by persons under the age of 18 years. If you enjoy this story please email your comments to my much-appreciated publisher, who give me the encouragement to keep writing through the publishing avenue here where you can read and enjoy. Thank you. Mesmer.

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(c)

by Mesmer

THE MULE

Chapter 16

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It was eight-thirty on the following Monday Morning. The previous week had passed quickly after my last session with Angela. After bringing everyone up to date on my work for the week I had enjoyed a lazy weekend, doing nothing but thinking and planning for the future of my work. I had reviewed all of my previous sessions with her and had made copious notes regarding many areas in which I could improve my techniques for conditioning her mind to accept me within it, without her becoming alarmed or frightened in any way. I had this feeling that I 'was' on the right path of the dream of research that had always been with me -

the discovery of 'what' lay beyond the hypnotised mind.

Tina and I had hardly spoken or spent any time of a private nature together at all throughout the week - just passing niceties, hellos and goodbyes It seemed we had both been too busy. In truth, I had hardly given her a second thought, working as late each night as I had done all week long. After each night's shower and a cigarette I had been training my own unconscious mind as well in order to reach the altered conscious state of theta, simply upon the visualising of the trigger word, "Go."

By the end of that week I had achieved a reasonable degree of success and was now looking forward to nine o'clock. An appointment had been made for me with a new client -

another woman. Angela had made her appointment on Friday for two o'clock, Monday afternoon. I had planned it that way in order to spend as much time as I possibly could in the conditioning and testing of my new client, and fit in a lunch as well before Angela arrived.

* *

Jackie Atkins was a thirty two year old business executive with a promotions company. Her problem had been diagnosed by her original therapist as 'executive stress.' She had seen him three times and had then passed her over to 'the company,' for whom I now worked. Her file had stated that she stood five feet nine inches tall, was a red-head, divorced, with no children.

* *

Jackie's passport-size photo had not done her justice, I decided, as the receptionist walked her up to my desk and introduced her to me. I stood and held out my hand toward hers as she extended it inn greeting.

"Nice to meet you, Jackie." I smiled at her.

"Hello." she answered, returning a nice, friendly smile.

I knew Jackie must still be wondering why she had agreed to come to a different therapist. I'd been told she felt she had gotten on top of her stress levels now. It was only at the insistence of her therapist that she had agreed to a specialist giving her company a final clearance to return to her hectic job. And so, here she was.

"Please sit down." I offered, gesturing to the chair on the opposite side of my desk and waving my thanks to the receptionist as she smiled, then turned quickly on her heels and left without another word.

I sat down, as did Jackie. I allowed her a few moments to settle and look around at her surroundings. Her face and features seemed relaxed, although I couldn't help noticing, as I had expected to, a little frown of consternation across her forehead.

"I know you feel on top of things now, Jackie," I began my strategy. "and I'm sure you are. This visit was recommended purely as a last and final check. I hear your job's one that very few men could handle without having major problems. They tell me you are the best promotions manager your company has ever had."

Jackie's face could not deny the compliment or two, and broke into a relaxed smile of modesty. And I could not help but notice just how attractive a woman she really was. Her perfect, even white teeth shone brilliantly from the centre of her radiant smile, contrasted with her pale skin and flaming red hair that brushed gently across the top of her shoulders as her head moved a little with her smile. The world seemed full of red-heads these days, I thought, amused.

"How long will this take?" she asked politely, glancing down at her watch.

"About a half an hour." I replied. "Would you like to start now?"

Jackie nodded, but said nothing, her smile fading just a little.

"I'd just like to relax you down and ask your subconscious mind a few questions, if that's alright with you?" I asked.

"Okay." she answered, allowing her hesitancy to clearly show through.

"Fine. Now. Just take three deep breaths, hold each one for just a few seconds, and as you exhale each breath, just allow yourself to take time out of the world and all its pressures and problems for just a few minutes. Okay?" I instructed her.

"Yes." she replied.

I watched her take the three breaths, then do as instructed with each one as she exhaled. On the third exhalation her eyelids fluttered and closed lightly. I smiled. Her eyelids had closed, yet I had not asked her to allow them to do so. I stared at her chest, noting the rise and fall as her breathing deepened. Then her shoulders rounded gently as her head nodded forward slightly.

"That's fine, Jackie." I said softly. "You're doing perfectly. Are you feeling relaxed?"

"Yes." she answered clearly, nodding her head at the same time. That was a good sign. Her unconscious mind controlled the movement of her head, while her conscious mind controlled her thoughts and words as she spoke.

I had decided, after reading her file, to condition Jackie as completely as I could on this first session. If I could believe the extent of her 'mule' ability, as stated by her former therapist, I didn't want to waste any sessions, just getting her mind ready for what I had planned.

"That's fine." I continued. "Now. Maybe you know ... and maybe you don't know ...

there are many levels to your subconscious mind ... with each level being deeper down inside your mind than the last level... allowing you to access more and more of your inner mind ...

the deeper down you allow yourself to drift ... now .. and each level you can already feel right now ... will deepen your relaxation more and more deeply ... more and more down."

Jackie's demeanor softened and relaxed as I spoke. I could see she had mentally locked into the sound of my voice already as almost each word I said seemed to have an almost immediate effect on her.

"You may feel yourself as you allow yourself now ... begin drifting down inside your mind ... to those .. much deeper levels of peace and calm ... and I wonder if you've already noticed ... your mind and your body are already ... heavier and heavier ... as you allow yourself to ... experience now just how deeply you can relax ... your body and your mind."

Jackie was doing wonderfully. Her head leaned forward, but not to the point of straining. She had slumped right down into the chair, her arms had dropped off her thighs to hang limply by her sides, dangling toward the floor. Her flaming red hair had moved forward with her head and now covered half her face.

"Maybe you'll be able to ... hear something." I continued with what I hoped would be her first and last full and long-winded induction. "Or maybe you'll ... feel a different feeling ... as if you're floating .. or sinking .. or gently coming adrift from your physical body ... or not be able to sense your body at all .. because it's always different for everyone ...

experiencing what you are doing right now ... as deeply as you ... allow yourself to ... keep drifting down ... and down ... and down."

I was giving her subconscious mind and her conscious mind plenty of alternatives and choices so as not to alarm her right from the start with thoughts of mind control or any such thing.

""Now that every nerve and muscle have ... absolutely relaxed completely... and you are ... feeling so calm and so peaceful ... maybe you'll even be able to ... notice a different smell or ... different images or feelings will come to you sooner or later ... as they always do to everybody ...sooner or later ... maybe slowly or ... maybe quickly as you ... continue to allow yourself to ... drift deeper and deeper relaxed ... deeper and deeper down."

I noticed Jackie's knees had fallen apart slightly as the muscles in her solid thighs succumbed to the relaxation she was obviously feeling from her head to her toes. Her breathing seemed almost imperceptible, her breasts barely rising at all with each gentle breath she took.

"Where you may even reach that ... very deep level of trance and ...see yourself from the outside ... or see yourself from the inside as you ... concentrate on only the sound of each and every word you hear ... and ignore every other thought and sound ... except the soothing sound of each word ... and the soothing words of each sound...as you relax deeper and deeper ... more and more peaceful and safe ... hearing nothing but the soothing and relaxing sound of each word you hear ... the calming and sinking feeling with the word of each sound you hear ... as you let yourself go completely now ... and surrender to your wonderful trance."

Jackie took a deep breath and sighed slowly, sinking more deeply back into her chair, her head falling more forward toward her chest.

"Where the soothing and relaxing sound of my voice ... is maybe becoming confused with your own voice ... your own thoughts ... and you wonder if it's your voice ... or my voice you're hearing ... and it really doesn't matter ... since every word simply relaxes you ... more deeply ... more peacefully ... so soothingly ... so peacefully ... that you can now feel like you ... want to listen to it forever ... hearing each word ... feeling each and every sound ...

experiencing the wonderful relaxation with each sound ... with each word ... knowing you want to accept and listen to each word ... each sound ... because it all sounds so right for you ... so safe for you .. so good for you ... to just accept each word .. accept each sound .. like your own thoughts ... telling you that everything is for your own good .. so you just don't have to question .. you can just listen and believe ... listen and believe ... so everything you hear is meant for you to accept and believe ... without question ... without doubt .. while you just take a well-deserved break ... take time out from the world and its problems ... so far away .. so far away."

I let Jackie's mind absorb everything I had told her for a good two minutes before I spoke again. It was important to give her mind the time it needed to decided to raise a conflict or not. If there was any sort of conflict it would show on her face, mainly her forehead, as her conscious mind re-engaged in thinking about whatever was conflicting with her unconscious mind. There did not seem to be any sign of conflict that I could see, but half her face and forehead was covered with her thick, red hair.

"And now you feel so relaxed and .. so out of it ... and everything has gone softly and slowly away ... except the soothing sound of very word you hear ... and you couldn't be bothered doing any thinking ... analysing nothing at all .. couldn't be bothered .. while you just enjoy my voice guiding you deeper and deeper down ... so you can enjoy a refreshing rest ... and not worry about anything at all ... while I do all the work ... nice for a change ... to allow someone else to do the work .. while you just take time out ... and enjoy where you are ... in every way."

Jackie now seemed deeply tranced. I decided to move ahead a little more quickly than I had originally planned.

"Jackie?" I began with the sound of her own name to grab her attention fully from wherever her thoughts had drifted to. "You are now so deeply enjoying your trance ... you will easily want to find it ... impossible to resist .. any suggestion you hear ... finding the more you try to resist ... the more you can't resist ... so what's the point anyway .. and want to willingly accept without question ... in faith without doubt ... every suggestion you hear ...

and find yourself wanting to carry out every suggestion you hear ... to the best of your ability ... knowing that when they are done ... you will find yourself easily wanting to ... forget to remember what they were ... knowing it's so easy now to just ... not notice to remember anything at all ... unless I want you to ... for your own good ... like a clean white board ... like a tape that has been totally erased ... is how you can so easily forget everything I tell you ...

you don't need to remember ... that you didn't really want to notice in the first place."

That took care of the amnesia key. Now for her trance key, so that the next time I saw Jackie, she'd be deeply tranced within a minute or two.

"And you subconscious mind will always remember ... what you want to so easily forget ... like your trance key ...when you hear my voice say your special trance key, 'sleep time.' ... that you want to so easily and so quickly forget ... what your subconscious mind will always remember ... so that you don't have to even want to try ... so that when your subconscious mind always remembers your special trance key, 'sleep time.' ... you will want so much to find yourself quickly back down to this wonderful place you are now ... quickly and beautifully ... like a sinking ship ... like a submarine diving so deeply and so quickly ...

like an aeroplane in a vertical and safe .... and very relaxing dive ... quickly down to the deepest level of your relaxed mind ... where you are right now ... whether you are in trance ...

or awake ... whenever you hear my voice say your trance key, 'sleep time,' ... your eyes will close quickly ... your mind and body will be washed from head to toe ... with beautiful relaxation .. you can't resist in any way ... whenever you hear your trance key, 'sleep time.' ...

which you now find yourself wanting to forget so easily and so quickly ... since your subconscious mind will always remember ... what you can so easily forget ... what you didn't really want to notice to remember in the first place."

And that's that, I thought, as I straightened in my chair. I gave Jackie another few minutes of contemplative silence for her subconscious mind to process and deal with any conflicts that might have arisen from anything I had said. Jackie looked like she was sleeping so peacefully, but I knew she hadn't drifted off into noddy-land. There had been too many signs that had shown me she had been paying very close attention to each word I had said from start to finish.

All of a sudden I felt like a cigarette. I mentally swept the thought away. I couldn't afford to become distracted now. I readied my mind and thoughts to bring Jackie out of her deep trance, and then to test the work I'd done. Always the same, I sighed silently. The female body, and all the glory it entailed in its nakedness. Still, it was the only definite method in which the quality of the trance key and suggestions could be checked with such measurable accuracy, knowing that their total nudity was something that they would not ordinarily display publicly, unless they had been successfully hypnotised.

Slowly, on a count up to ten, with suggestions of alertness and feelings of well-being, I brought Jackie back to full alertness, suggesting to her along the way to sit up as straight as she had been when she first sat down opposite me. With the snapping of my fingers at the count of ten in a louder than normal voice she blinked her eyes a few times and smiled quietly. Then she stretched her hands high above her head, accentuating the jutting of her full, firm breasts as her lungs filled to their capacity with the deep breath she took. Then she let it out in a long, slow sigh and brought her direct gaze to focus on my eyes.

"Do you feel as good on the inside, as you look on the outside?" I asked, smiling warmly at her.

Her smile widened. "I feel .. wonderful!" she sighed as she stretched again, squeezing her hands together and leaning forward slightly. "Mmmmm. I wish I could wake up feeling this relaxed 'every' morning."

I smiled, but said nothing, waiting until she re-oriented completely before I started any tests. First her amnesia, then her trance key.

"What do you remember about your trance, Jackie?" I asked, settling back into my chair a little further. "I rely on your honest feedback a lot to know how effective I've been with my suggestions for your well-being. Please try and remember any little detail you can. It all helps the greater cause."

Jackie concentrated and looked in the usual place with her gaze while her conscious mind tried its best to recall something, but she couldn't, as much as she tried. It was then I discovered that Jackie was a very astute woman.

"Did you tell me to forget everything?" she asked, her eyes narrowing slightly. "I can't seem to remember anything after I came in here and sat down."

I smiled politely. "One of the things I test for is amnesia, Jackie." I told her honestly.

"There are many suggestions I placed in your subconscious for your health and well-being for the future that would only be diluted were you to be able to consciously remember them. You might very well begin to analyse them and that would defeat the strength of them. A subconscious suggestion works best when you can't consciously remember it. That's why hypnosis is so effective in helping people with stress problems like yours. And you 'do' want all of your subconscious suggestions to work fully for your health and well-being. Don't you?"

"Err..yes. Of course." Jackie replied, not being able to argue with the logic of the way I had presented my answer to her question. "But I thought I had been cured of the stress problems. I feel fine, as I told you when I first came in."

"I'm very happy to say, you are." I smiled at her. "I have no hesitation in recommending to your employer that you are well and truly ready to resume the most stressful of whatever duties await you in your hectic office."

Jackie smiled widely. "Thank goodness." she said with a sigh. "The last thing I need is more time off work. Before you know it somebody else would be after my job."

I nodded in agreement of the understanding of what she'd told me.

"It can be a dog-eat-dog world at times. That's for sure." I said to her.

Jackie nodded her head, and it was while she was in the middle of that subconscious action that, on impulse, I tested her trance key.

"Sleep time." I said firmly, but warmly.

"Huh? Wha...? Ooooohh." came all the answer her unconscious mind would allow before her eyelids slammed shut. They blinked twice, then that was it - lights out. Her head fell forward and her arms dropped limply to her sides. I waited, resisting the urge to talk and take her deeper. She had to go down with only the help from her trance key. I waited three full minutes before I spoke.

"Jackie?" I said firmly, when I had decided her mind had long enough to complete what it had to. "Are you hypnotised again now?"

"Yes." she said after a few seconds.

"Are you as deeply hypnotised as you were before I woke you up before?" I asked.

"No." she replied clearly, even though her head leaned well down into her chest.

"Please take a deep breath now and take yourself down the remaining way to where you were before, and, in the future, whenever you hear your trance key, you will take yourself all the way down to where you are going now. Tell me when you are there. Is that clearly understood?"

"Yes." came her answer. Then she took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Her shoulders rounded and her head dipped lower. Her red hair once more fell almost completely over her face.

I waited about thirty seconds.

"I'm there." was all she said.

"That's fine, Jackie." I told her. "You're doing perfectly. Now. Do you understand clearly and remember now everything that happened in your last trance with me a few moments ago?"

"Yes." came her clear answer.

"And you know your subconscious mind has readily accepted every suggestion I gave it. Isn't that true?"

"Yes."

"And you know that I gave you a suggestion that you will not want to resist any suggestion in any way. Isn't that also true?" I asked her.

"Yes."

"And do you believe that the suggestion of you willingly complying with any suggestion I give you, whether you are in trance, or whether you are awake, and then forgetting I ever gave it to you after it's done?"

"Yes." Jackie answered clearly.

I smiled. Winners are grinners. So I then grinned as well.

"That's fine, Jackie." I told her. "You've done very well. I think you'll very happy and excited, and feel much more comfortable for the rest of our session if you were to open your eyes, remain deeply in trance, and completely remove all your clothing and place it neatly on the desk in front of you. Don't you?"

"Yes." she answered immediately, and very clearly.

I leaned back in my chair as Jackie stood up and began to undress, beginning with her white top. This was the part of my job in testing that I thoroughly enjoyed. I watched closely for the slightest sign of conflict between what she was doing and what she was consciously thinking as she folded her top neatly and placed it on the desk in front of her. Her hands then reached behind her to release the clasp of her bra. As she did it her full breasts sagged a little as they fell free of their captors. They were beautiful to the eyes. They jiggled slightly as they settled quickly in time with the hardening in my own loins.

While I enjoyed the naked beauty of each of Jackie's breasts in every detail, from each base to each stiff, brown nipple, I looked forward to seeing the flaming shock of lush, thick pubic hair that I guessed adorned the junction of her solid thighs at the apex of her womanhood. Her hands quickly dropped the skirt to the floor and the light blue panties to her ankles. She stepped out of both, bent and picked them up, folded them neatly and placed them on top of her bra and top. My gaze rivetted onto her red centre like a laser beam. I had not been disappointed. Breathing deeply I settled back even further in my chair, while Jackie stood before me and above me across my desk in all her naked glory, looking straight ahead and looking completely calm and relaxed.

"Are you happy with everything we are doing?" I asked her.

"Yes." she replied immediately, smiling. "Why shouldn't I be?"

I grinned. All the tests had been successful, as I had been sure they would have been.

If a woman would willingly strip naked in front of a perfect stranger, and a male at that, and then willingly want to do it and be happy about doing it, there was then no doubt whatsoever about the level of hypnosis that had been achieved with her subconscious mind. I drew a deep breath and sighed loudly, regretting the strong feelings in my loins that had been growing relentlessly since Jackie's beautiful breasts had come into my view. Next time -

always next time.

"Get dressed fully, now, Jackie." I told her, adjusting the comfort of my own being.

"When you awake you will remember nothing of what has transpired here since first sitting down at my desk after the receptionist brought you in here. Do you understand quite clearly?"

"Yes." she smiled happily, and began to replace her clothing on her body, piece by piece, until she once again stood before me fully dressed.

"Sit down, Jackie." I told her. "When I count to three and snap my fingers you will find yourself coming back to full alertness, feeling very good, and completely forgetting everything that has happened here since you came in with the receptionist, and knowing that your unconscious mind will obey and allow you to willingly want to obey any suggestion I give you, when you are in trance or when you are awake. Do you understand?"

"Yes." she replied as she settled down fully into her chair.

"One...two...three!" I said, snapping my fingers at the same time.

Jackie blinked a few times, then looked directly at me, her face showing the puzzlement that was obviously going on in her mind.

"How do you feel?" I asked, smiling politely.

Her gaze darted around the room and then settled directly on my face once again.

"Have you made me forget everything?" she asked, her eyes narrowing.

"Yes." I answered her honestly, then added, "Is that okay with you?"

Jackie's brow furrowed for a moment and her eyes hardened while the inner conflict between her conscious mind and her subconscious mind resolved itself. The final test, coming up, and she was now fully awake. Then her eyes softened and her brow relaxed.

"I guess so." she replied, relaxing and seemingly forgetting it had even posed a question to consider. She smiled. "Are we finished now?"

"We will be." I answered. "After one more test."

"Test?" she asked, her eyebrows arching high on her forehead, her mouth thinning into a tight line as her lips drew back against her teeth, sighing in her frustration.

"I think you'll be very happy ... and very excited ... for the remainder of our session together if you were to ... stand up now... and willingly remove every piece of clothing on your body ... place it neatly folded on the desk ... and then stand totally naked before me.

Don't you, Jackie?"