Chapter 5

Nic's divorced-man apartment was minimally furnished and barely decorated and he was embarrassed to let Poochie see it but he wasn't ready for the night to end so there they were standing in his half empty and mostly barren living room.

"This place is a dump, Nic," Poochie observed.

"I know," he sighed.

"We're really going to have to do something about that," she said. "But not tonight." She plopped onto the couch. "Hypnotize me," she ordered.

Nic laughed as he took a seat next to her. "We're going to work on relaxation and overcoming shyness the next several times we do this," he said.

"Sounds good to me," she smiled.

"So, relax, focus, and concentrate," he told her in a soft soothing controlled voice. "Focus on that lamp on the wall by the door. Breathe, inhale and exhale. Relax. Close your eyes. Let go of the tension."

Nic repeated his instructions over and over again and eventually he become descriptive, asking Poochie to imagine herself taking a walk in the woods and then down an imaginary set of steps, each having the word "sleep" written on them.

"With each step, you are getting deeper and deeper into your trance, floating onto an escalator and then an elevator and now you are a floating pendulum," Nic said in a tranquil voice. "Just keep seeing the imagery and listen to my suggestions to relax and float. Keep taking deep breaths in and out. The lamp on the wall is now the moon. Relax you neck, your arms, your legs, your feet, your hands. You can feel your eyelids getting heavier," he said as he repeated his instructions. "Drift and let yourself slip deeper and deeper into a calm, peaceful trance. You can feel yourself relaxing now. You can feel a heavy, relaxed feeling coming over you. And as I continue to talk, that heavy relaxed feeling will get stronger and stronger, until it carries you into a deep, peaceful state of relaxation."

Nic watched the tension release from her body.

"Every word that I'm saying is putting you deeper and deeper into a calm, peaceful state of relaxation," he said. "Sinking down, and shutting down. Sinking down, and shutting down. Sinking down, and shutting down, shutting down completely and the deeper you go the deeper you are able to go. And the deeper you go, the deeper you want to go, and the more enjoyable the experience becomes."

Poochie's eyes were closed and she was relaxed, leaning back on the couch with a peaceful look on her face. Nic continued to take her down the "hypnotic staircase", instructing Poochie to imagine herself at the top of a long staircase in a warm quiet paradise.

"As you step down, feel yourself sinking deeper into relaxation," he told her. "Each step brings you deeper into your own mind. Take the first step and feel yourself sinking deeper into relaxation. Each step is a step further into your subconscious. Step down the second step and feel yourself getting calmer and calmer. When you reach the third step, your body feels as if it is floating blissfully away."

When Nic was convinced that Poochie had reached her place of tranquility, he sat back on the couch and stared at her. "You will remember this and so relax and let go of your anxieties, worries and stresses. Relax. Imagine yourself free from your concerns. Now," he said, after waiting a few moments. "The last time we did this, I asked you if there was anything you'd like to do in your relaxed state, do you remember that?"

"I kissed you," she giggled.

"Yes, but let's try not to do that this time," he said. "Go ahead and do something else you'd like to do in your relaxed state, free from your worry and concern and shyness. Dance. Sing to me. Whatever it is that you've wanted to do to feel better, do it."

She smiled and stood. Before Nic could react, Poochie began unbuttoning her blouse.

"Wait!" Nic yelled, not in his hypnotist tone.

"I don't want to," Poochie laughed as she slipped her skirt down her thighs.

"This isn't want I imagined," Nic said. "This is unethical."

"I've wanted to do this with you since I was seventeen," Poochie revealed.

"I need to take you out of your trance state right now!" A panicked Nic said. He tried to get off the couch, but she pushed him back.

"Relax," she laughed.

"You're in my apartment," he said rapidly. "That's not the moon over there. That's the wall lamp."

Poochie had slipped her unbuttoned blouse off her shoulder and she was unfastening her bra as she stood next to the couch peering down at Nic with a smirk on her face.

"Hurry, become aware of your surroundings!" Nic ordered as he stared with wonderment at her revealed breasts. "You're coming back to your full awareness. You're alert, awake, and running back up the staircase and with each step comes more awareness."

Poochie was peeling down her panties and now she was completely naked for him to see before falling on top of him on the couch.

"I'm going to count to five and when I get to five you will be wide awake, fully aware, and completely refreshed," Nic yelled. "One…..two…..three….four…five."

Poochie barely reacted as she lay atop him staring into his eyes. "I'm aware," she let him know with a giggle.

"I'm so sorry, Pooch!" An embarrassed Nic told her. "Nothing like this has ever happened before."

She put her fingers to his lips and giggled. "Shhh," she said. "I knew exactly what I was doing. Your power of suggestion is amazing."

Nic blushed. "Are you going to get naked every time I put you under?"

"Maybe," she grinned, leaning in and kissing him. "It's what I wanted from the start."

"I really do have the power of suggestion," Nic said with amazement as he placed his hands on her backside and returned the kiss.

"I love you, you silly fool," Poochie informed him. "Always have."


Nic hypnotized Poochie several times in the coming weeks to work on her shyness and insecurities. Sometimes she got naked ("Because I want to") and sometimes they made love afterwards (like they did that first time she got naked in his apartment). Poochie decorated the apartment to look more presentable and comfortable and eventually she moved in with Nic. Co-workers and family saw a pronounced change in Poochie who was much more confident and outgoing in her demeanor.

"It's all because of Nic," she would tell people. "He has a strong power of suggestion."