The rest of me is calm and relaxed
"Please tell us Vicki," Amanda me in that high pitched voice of hers,
"Please tell us what the hypnotist said to you!"
"I'm sorry Amanda," I answer, "I don't remember anything that happened.
"The whole things one big blur."
"Oh, come on Vicki," Janet says, "She had you on stage for the entire
and just kept whipering to you. What did she say?"
"I'm sorry girls, I just don't know!" I can tell my friends still
believe me, but they let the subject drop for the moment. It's the truth
though. One moment the Great Roxanne, Master Hypnotist is calling me up to
stage, and the next thing I remember is walking out of the theater with
At first, I was sure the Great Roxanne had made me do something
embarressing, like pretending to be a chicken or something, but my friends
assurred me that nothing like that had happened. Roxanne had made the other
nine volunteers make total fools of themselves, but not me. All she did was
whisper in my ear while the nine others entertained the crowd with their
Finally the five of us make our way to the bar. We wait patiently in
line, my friends talking about how wonderful the Great Roxanne's show had
and how she had made one person believe he was naked, and how another had
count to 10 without using the number 6.
One by one, my friends make it to the head of the line, show their I.D.
the bouncer and enter the club. That's the problem with just turning 21,
people still made you show your ID for everything.
Finally, all of my friends are in the bar, and the bouncer turns to me.
I'm just about to take my wallet out of my purse, when this strange,
feeling comes over me. Without a word, I turn around and walk away down the
Part of me is screaming. Why didn't I go into the bar! These streets
really not that safe for a single, young woman by herself. What am I
The part of me that's screaming, however, doesn't seem to be in charge at
moment. The rest of me is calm and relaxed, as if this is just the most
natural trhing in the world.
The bar my friends went into is dark and smoky. It will take them a
minutes to realize that I'm not right behind them or in the restroom, or
something. Then they'll be frantic and come looking for me. The odd thing
that doesn't worry me either.
I walk for 2 or 3 blocks when an old green pinto pulls up next to me.
of the rear doors open, and I get in as if its my mom's car or something.
The driver of the car wearing some kind of chaufers uniform. He
turn or speak a word. I close the door and the car drives off.
That one part of my brain is almost hysterical now. Getting in a
car with a strange man in this neighborhood is virtual suicide. I still
even bring myself to speak never the less open the car door and hop out. I
just sit back and look out the window.
The car drives on. Soon, we leave downtown and enter a nice suburban
neighborhood. The driver turns down a street and stops before an ordinary
house. I get out, and give him a dollar as if he were somekind of taxicab
driver or something.
I walk twords the house, but not the front door. I go up to an
side door and ring the buzzer three times, one short two long. At this
it doesn't even feel like its me doing these things. It's like I'm watching
actress in a movie do them, all the while trying to guess what she's up to.
The door opens, and I enter a nice, cozy family room. There's a couch
a couple of easy chairs. On a table sits a bottle of wine, two glasses and
tray of cheese and crackers.
In the center of the room is the Great Roxanne. Her fiery red hair is
still in the same style she wore during the show, but she's changed form the
sparkling, flashy dress to simple jeans and a blouse. She smiles warmly
she see's me.
"I'm here Master," my voice says, though it sounds hollow in my own
As soon as these words have left my mouth, control seems to return to my
The full terror of the last ten minutes slams in to me and my knees grow
"What happened," I gasp, "Why...why am I here?" I can't catch my
In a second I'll be lieing on the floor.
"Freeze." Roxanne says in a soft but firm voice. Instantly my muscles
lock, and I'm standing perfectly straight, like I'm in the army or
"Remove your blouse and bra," Roxanne commands. I'm about to laugh in
great Roxanne's face and turn and walk out the door when I notice to my
that my hands are actualy doing as she has commanded. Soon my blouse and
are lieing in a pile on the floor.
I'm a very shy person, so naturally I find being topless infront of
stranger very embarressing! I blush bright red. I cover my breasts with my
arms and look for someplace to hide.
"Tee" Roxanne says simply. Before I even know what she means, my arms
uncover my breasts and move away from my body until I look like a giant
T. I try with all my strength to lower them, but it feels like my arms are
made of lead, and I just can't move them.
Roxanne moves twords my and begins running her fingers through my
hair. "What's happening, little Vicki," she says," Is that you are
During my show tonight, while you were on stage, I put all kinds of
suggestions into your subconcious. Your body will obey those suggestions.
Your body will obey me. Your mind has been...removed from the chain of
At 6' tall, Roxanne is at least a head taller than I am, so I have to
my head way up to look her in the eyes. "This is impossible!" I scream,
"You're just ... just..."
"A minor entertainer? A dime store quality magician?" Roxanne finishes
thoughts. "You're wrong little Vicki. Hypnotism is much more powerful than
the average person suspects. It can do much more than just get a few laughs
from a drunken audience. Tonight, You are about to see just how powerful it
With that, Roxanne begins running her long red fingernails over my
The tickling sensation is unbelievable. With no warning, I can't even try
smother the feeling. I burst out laughing
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha no ha no ha no please no ha ha ha ha why ha ha ha
are you no ha ha why are you ha ha tickling ha ha meeeeeeeeee!" I try
seperatly to lower one of my arms, or even take a step away from her, but
no good. My own body won't obey me.
"STop ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha," I beg and beg. Roxanne
answer me. She just smiles and keeps flicking her nails over my soft belly.
"No Rox ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAA" She puts
nail right in my belly button, and I just go hysterical. Tears pour out of
eyes and I just scream and scream.
Finally, Roxanne stops. "Poor poor baby," Roxanne strokes my cheek and
kisses me on the forehead, as I strugle to catch my breath. She kisses my
neck, and a low moan escpaes my lips. My neck has always been sensative.
She kisses my throat more times, then wipes away the tears from my
"You sounded so hoarse! Poor poor baby This time, we'll have to make
you don't scream so loud. SHHHHHHHHH"
When she shhhh's me, It's like some part of my throat closes. I can
breathe, but when I open my mouth to speak, nothing come out.
Roxanne starts tickling me again. She only uses one nail from each
hand, but this time she flicks them in the gentle, soft hollow under each
The sensation is like an electric shock, shooting through my body. I can
the laughter building up in my stomach, but it can't come out my throat!
I just stand their, grinning like an idiot, totally red faced, as
keeps swirling those two little fingernails in my underarms. It's horrible!
Not being able to laugh makes the tickling twice as bad. All I can do is
my head NO over and over. I feel like I'm going to burst!
"Poor little Vicki," Roxanne whispers in my ear, "Poor little, helpless
Vicki. Does that tickle? Hhm? Does it tickle poor little vicki when mommy
does this?" She's swirling her nails slower now, dragging out the
It feels like it take the fingernail an hour to cross every inch of my
"I'm sure it doesn't tickle little Vicki too much, or she'd beg her
to stop, wouldn't you, poor little Vicki, would you beg your mommy!"
My eyes now have a wild, crazed look to them. I can't even see
I now Roxanne keeps talking, but the tickling has driven me so far out of my
mind, I can't hear what she's saying. My entire universe has been reduced
the slow swilrling of a fingernail in each of my armpits.
Finally, she stops. "O.K.", is all Roxanne has to say, and suddenly
control of my body comes back. My muscles are so exhausted, I immediatly
collapse on the floor, gasping and choking.
Roxanne comes over to me and caresses my breast. "We are going to have
some fun, you and I. It's a rare mind that is so totally suseptable to
hypnosis as your's is. Dopn't believe the rumors. Anyone can be
whether they want to or not. A good hypnotist could rule the world. But
sweet Vicki..." She roles my nipple and a moan deeply. "You could be totaly
contolled by almost anyone."
Roxanne stands up and walks to the door. "You are not to leave this
or put your clothes back on." The simple statement strikes my hypnotised
like a lead pipe, and I know that there is no way I could do either of those
"Good night, Vicki. Pleasant dreams." Roxanne turns out the lights
closes the door behind her.
As I lie their, still gasping for air, I realized how apropriate it was
that Roxanne had called herself mommy. A three or four year old could never
hope to resist their mother. The adult female was just to strong for their
tiny muscles. In the same way, I could never hope to resist Roxanne. Her
hypnotism was just to strong to my tiny mind to resist.
With that, I fell asleep on the floor, not even trying to move to the
couch. I just didn't have the strength.