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Authors name: Somnus4Me (dascorp.thirteen@verizon.net)
Story title : My Niece's Hypnotic Adventure - Part 1
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My Niece's Hypnotic Adventure - Part 1 (M/f-teen, inc,
1st, ped, hypno)
by Somnus4Me (dascorp.thirteen@verizon.net)
***
A professional hypnotist with a fetish for sleepy females
and teenagers. Gets the chance of a lifetime with the
help of his 15-year-old niece.
***
It was five o'clock on a Saturday, when the phone rang.
The voice on the other end was my niece Sara.
"Hello, Uncle Stephen... It's me, Sara."
Hi Sweetie, what's up?
"Well, I have a huge favor to ask."
"For you anything, just ask."
"Mom is going on one of her week long self help seminars,
and I was wondering... Can I stay with you?"
"Sure, I guess that would be cool. I'll pick you up
tomorrow."
"Is there anyway you can make that tonight?
"Mom is leaving at Ten o'clock tonight, and I don't
really want to be in the house alone."
Normally I would say no problem, but I have a show
tonight at nine.
"Oh, that's okay. I'll come to your show with you. If
that would be cool?"
"Yeah, that would work. You'll have to stay in the
dressing room though, no one under 18 allowed."
"No problem, I can't wait to see you."
"What time should I be ready?"
"I'll swing by on my way. Be ready by seven-thirty."
"Cool, Thank you Uncle Stephen." (click)
**
Now for a little back-story.
My name (if you haven't already guessed) is Stephen.
Stephen LaCroix.
I am 26 years old, Single and a Stage Hypnotist by trade.
My stage name is simply LaCroix. I've been doing this for
going on four years now.
I went to college to study Psychiatry. However, I found
the field really didn't hold much interest for me after
awhile.
I did learn though that I had an ability to induce
hypnotic trances quite quickly. I also discovered I had a
rather strong fetish for hypnotized females.
So as my Daddy used to say, "Find a job you love and you
will never work a day in your life." Besides, I make a
very decent living doing this. Last year alone I made
over $65,000 dollars.
See I don't just do clubs, I also do private parties and
school functions. That last one is where I discovered
another of my fetishes.
No time for that now, I should start getting ready.
**
I arrived at my sister's house at 7:25.
Sara greeted me at the door. She was wearing a very nice
simple black dress.
It had been a couple of months since I last saw my niece
and she was really starting to be quite the little
looker.
I told her how fantastic she looked.
She blushed and said, "You're just saying that because
you're my uncle."
"No, really you look great. It'll be my pleasure to
escort such a beautiful young lady out on the town
tonight."
She blushed again, and then called out to her Mom. "Mom,
Uncle Stephen is here."
"Okay, you have a good time honey."
"We will," we both said in unison.
Right on time, we got in the car and were on our way at
7:35.
**
Sara is my sister's only child. And truly the only good
thing to come out of her failed marriage. She is 15 years
old, going on 30 if you ask her Mother. She is I would
say 5'6 about 110 pounds. She has long brown hair with
hints of blond streaks running through it. She also has
the most beautiful blue eyes.
Even though I know I'm not suppose to notice, I should
also tell you she is the proud owner of some very well
formed breasts. My sister's tits were always the desire
of the boys in the neighborhood. Now it seems Sara is
picking up were her Mom left off.
**
We got to the club at 8 o'clock.
When we got there the manager informed me that my
assistant was going to be a little late.
This was common so I wasn't really surprised.
He looked at Sara and was about to say something about
her age. Before he could say anything though I said,
"This is my niece she is my guest this evening."
"Okay, that's fine as long as she stays backstage."
"Don't worry she will."
After he left Sara said, "Thank you for not saying you
were babysitting."
"Babysitting? The thought didn't even come to mind."
She laughed and gave me a big hug.
It was during this hug that I must admit my mind
wandered. I'm not sure if it was the smell of her hair or
the feel of her breasts against my chest. But, something
definitely felt different.
We must have stood there for at least 30 seconds hugging.
As we started to part I reached down and kissed her on
the head.
I'm sure it was my imagination but she seemed
disappointed. Could it be my little Sara was feeling
something different too? I'm sure I'm reading way more
into this then I should. So I asked, "Do you want to help
me get the stage ready? Since I'm not sure when Gwen, my
assistant will arrive."
"Sure, what do I do?"
"Help me set up those folding chairs."
About the time we were done in walked my tardy assistant.
"Sorry I'm late," was all she could say.
"It's all right I had some help this time."
Sara smiled at Gwen.
"I can see that, I guess I should be careful my jobs on
the line."
We all laughed and Sara even threw in a, "And don't you
forget it" for good measure.
**
I excused myself so I could go to the dressing room to
change into my stage clothes. I told Sara if she needed
anything while I was gone to just tell Gwen.
As I was getting ready my mind started to daydream a
little. I started to think about the embrace we had
shared and wondered if it really was my imagination. As I
sat there letting my mind wander off, I started to feel
quite aroused. I reached into Sara's purse and took out
her hairbrush. I began to smell the fragrance of her hair
as I closed my eyes.
Without really being aware of it I started to massage my
now growing harder by the minute cock. Then all of a
sudden a noise came from the other side of the door.
I ran to the door and there on the floor was Sara. Before
I could say anything she spoke.
"I'm sorry I'm so clumsy I must have tripped."
"That's okay are you all right?"
"I'm fine just a little embarrassed."
"No need to be embarrassed, but what were you doing back
here?"
"Nothing, I was just checking things out."
"I wasn't spying on you or anything, I promise."
A million thoughts ran through my head. None quite a
strong as what had she seen if anything?
"Well I guess I better get back to the side of the
stage."
"Yeah, I'll be there in a minute to start the show."
As I turned to go back into the dressing room I was
almost convinced she saw nothing till I heard her say.
"By the way Uncle Stephen, make sure you put my brush
back in my purse."
"What do you mean, Sara?"
"My hairbrush, you're holding it in your hand."
"Oh your brush, I just needed to borrow it. I must have
forgotten mine."
"That's what I figured, it's cool just remember to put it
back."
"Sure honey, no problem."
She smiled and walked away, I damn near passed out right
there.
**
SHOWTIME
I walked to the center of the stage and as I have done so
many times before and started to explain hypnosis.
"First off if you join me on stage you will have a lot of
fun. You will not be turned into some kind of mindless
zombie; this is not like the movies. You will be aware of
what you do at all time. You will just be so relaxed and
happy you won't care."
It looked to be a good night so far, 14 people
volunteered.
On a personal note I was disappointed to see more than
half were male. But sometimes the guys make for a
hilarious show. You see though it is true that you can't
be made to do something against your will, you would be
surprised at what being on stage can do to your sense of
right and wrong.
Before too long I would have the most macho of guy
snuggling with a college frat boy. This all to the
delight of his fellow beer guzzling friends.
As I start my induction the lights in the club are
dimmed. The strongest light is positioned shine onto the
stage from right behind my head. This not only provides a
focal point but also makes for stress on the eyes causing
them to tire more quickly.
After what only takes about 4 to 5 minutes I have my
performers for the evening.
Some are slumped in their seats with their heads on their
chests, others are a almost folded in half with their
arms on either side of their legs and their hands hanging
loosely at the end of their wrists.
Just as I am about to check to see whom among this little
group will stay on stage and who will be sent back to the
audience. I notice in the wings of the stage Sara is
sitting in a folding chair and she appears to have been
listening to the induction quite closely. For there she
is slumped forward with her hair covering her face.
Normally when a member of the audience goes under we
bring them on stage for some fun. However due to her age
this was not possible with Sara.
I whispered to Gwen to check the people on stage for me.
I told the crowd that I would return once my assistant is
done weeding out the non-performers. I walked over to
Sara and knelt by her side. "Sara can you hear me?"
"Yes..." came her reply in a soft dreamy whisper.
Now I admit at this point most people would awaken her
and think nothing of it. I however am not most people.
"Sara, do you like the way you feel right now?"
This is not a standard question, but something in me was
very curious.
"Yes, very much. I like being under your power."
This statement was not expected. But, I must say it was
nice to hear. "Well Sara I have a show to do. I'm going
to need to wake you up."
"But, I want to play."
"Tell you what, we'll play later, okay?"
"Play later?"
"Yes, now on the count of 3 wide awake and feeling
refreshed. 1...2...3. Are you okay?"
"Yes, of course I am, Wow, you are really good!"
I went back to the stage and finished the show. But, all
the while in the back of my mind were her words. She
liked being under my power and she wanted to play. What
kind of trouble was I getting myself into and why didn't
that seem to bother me.
**
The ride home was uneventful. Partly because neither of
us mentioned what happened at the show. I was afraid to
say anything for fear of making her feel uncomfortable. I
didn't want her to know it's all that I could think about
this evening.
So I decided right there that if she didn't mention it
then it would go unspoken. Fortunately, for my sanity
that would not be the case. Once we got home Sara took
her suitcase to the room she always stayed in and changed
into her nightgown and robe. She then came to the kitchen
where I was.
I asked if she wanted any ice cream.
"No, thanks, but, I would like some milk please."
"Coming right up my lady." I poured us both a glass and
handed hers to her.
She took a sip or two and then it happened. The statement
I had been waiting for:
"So I had a really good time at the show but, if I recall
you still owe me some play time."
I looked at her and tried to look confused about what she
was referring to.
"Come on Uncle Stephen I know you know what I mean. When
you brought me out of my trance, you said we would play
later."
"Yes I did, but what exactly do you have in mind."
"Silly, I want you to make me sleep so you can control me
again, that was really fun."
I almost choked on my milk. "Control you? What do you
want me to make you do?"
"Anything you want to do."
I almost choked again. I should stop drinking during this
conversation. "Well I'm sure you don't mean anything."
"Yes I do. Except I kind of hope you won't put anything
in my butt. The idea of that makes me a little scared."
Good thing I stopped drinking. I would have really choked
that time!
"Sara, are aware of what you are saying?"
"Of course I am. Can I tell you a secret without you
being upset with me? After what I just said, I feel like
I can tell you anything." She laughed.
"Yeah I guess so huh. I laughed this time. So what is
it?"
"I've been dreaming about this moment for over six
months. You know I've always had a crush on you."
Actually no, but why stop her in mid story I thought.
"Well as I have started to get older my feelings for you
have only gotten stronger. I would sneak into Mom's room
sometimes and watch her adult movies. I would always
imagine myself as the girl in the movie being taken by
the handsome man who was always you. I know you're my
uncle and because of that we can't be together. But, I
think a girl should have a right to pick whom she would
want to lose her virginity to. Don't you agree?"
"Uh... yeah, I guess," I stammered.
"So anyway I had this whole plan of how I would try to
seduce you. But, I really didn't want to be rejected. So
I figured it would never happen."
I imagined my niece as the next Lolita.
"Then came tonight, I saw you in your dressing room. I
guess you figured that out already. Well when I saw you
touching yourself and smelling my hairbrush I knew you
must feel something for me too."
I was caught red handed, so to speak.
"So when do we start?" I asked. I know that a responsible
adult at times like this should say something like, 'Hold
it there little lady, we will do no such thing.' I
however, am not that responsible.
But, I did have some questions. "You're a beautiful young
lady. Isn't there someone closer to your age that appeals
to you?"
"You are only 11 years older than me. If you weren't my
uncle no one would think twice about it."
"Why do you want to give yourself to someone who you
can't be with long term?"
"Because I want someone who I love and loves me to be my
first. Someone who will treat me with respect and make
sure I'm okay. I know this has to be a secret thing. But
better a secret than not at all."
I was convinced. I know what you're thinking but damn she
is hot.
"One last thing, why do you want to be hypnotized?"
"Because it provides the "being taken" fantasy, and so
you won't feel I'm being compromised against my will. You
said yourself you can't be made to do something you don't
want to do."
And with that we started.
Continued in Part 2...
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form.
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