Keywords: Adult, hypnosis Species: Rat, Stallion, Kangaroo Master Tohmas Master Tohmas By Divigon Tohmas paused at the door, his hand ready to knock. He had been seeing Lazarth now for a few weeks, his memory of the sessions were always vague, but he knew they were helping. He was feeling better about himself and things just seemed much improved over all. His wrist flicked forwards of it own accord and he knocked. "Enter," said a familiar voice from within and the stallion opened the door and stepped inside. He paused as the door closed behind him, that lovely warm feeling enveloping him slowly, his mind seeming to slow and everything faded away. "Good afternoon Sir," he said nodding his head to the rat who sat behind the desk before adding. "The pony is under your control." "Ahhh, good to see you again pony," replied his Master, looking up from his desk. "Can you tidy up those dishes for me?" "Of course Sir," responded the pony, his voice a little flatter than normal. Obediently Tohmas moved over to the small side table, collected the loose tea cups and moved them to the tray. Picking up the tray he carried them into the kitchen and washed them automatically, drying them before placing them back on the tray ready for the next client. Once finished he returned back to his Master's room. The rat had moved and was sitting in his usual arm chair. He pointed to the couch and Tohmas sat on it. "Tell me pony," began Lazarth. "Why did you come to experience submissiveness?" "I am not sure," answered the equine slowly. "I had wanted to try something different and you seemed to be a readily available means of achieving that." "Are you happy being submissive?" was the next question. "Yes Sir," replied the stallion. "Hmmm," rumbled Lazarth to himself, the equine's response was almost too automatic. "What I meant was you admit to being dominant most of the time. Do you feel as if you would like to experience that here?" "I don't think a pony should dominate his Master," rumbled Tohmas slowly, his voice uncertain. "No, not like that," grinned the rat to himself. "I have someone coming soon and I'm wondering if you may want to, ummm, talk with them... under my guidance of course." "If Master would like me to, I will," said the equine. "It could be interesting," pondered Lazarth, just as a knock came from the door. The rat checked his watch and nodded to himself. "Pony, stand behind my chair," he directed. "You will be a statue and will not move until directed further." Tohmas did not reply, but moved silently to stand behind the rat's chair, his head slightly bowed and arms by his side, his body seemed to freeze as he moved into position. "Enter!" called Lazarth and the door swung open. A rounded brown muzzle poked its head through cautiously, followed a moment later by muscular shoulders, arms, legs and a thick tail. The kangaroo looked around with the usual nervousness that first visitors often had. Lazarth stood up and moved across to him, holding out a hand. "Good afternoon Mr Marse isn't it?" checked the rat. "Please come on in." "Yes," said the kangaroo. "Kevin Marse. Most call me Kev." "Well then Kev," said Lazarth. "I'm Lazarth. Please take a seat. Behind me is my pony Tohmas. He is undergoing some training right now, I hope he doesn't make you nervous?" Ummm, no," replied Kevin, sitting himself down and looking up at Tohmas who had not moved an inch. "Not at all." "Good," purred Lazarth. "Now, in your questionnaire you mentioned you had no problems you wanted fixed, no smoking, weight loss, this is just a visit purely for the novelty value so to speak?" "Ummm yes," hesitated the kangaroo, crossing his large feet. "I hope that is not a problem?" "No," answered the rat shaking his head. "You'd be surprised how many folks come through here asking the exact same thing. However, since that is the case I was wondering if my assistant here could actually serve you. I would like to train him up and as you can gather, finding willing suitable candidates is not always easy. And there is no need to worry about anything, I shall be here all the time, watching and ready to step in if need be." "Ummm well," debated the kangaroo. "Ok then, as long as you're here too." "Great," smiled the rat. "You just sit there and make yourself comfortable and I'll just discuss things with my assistant and we'll be right back. Follow pony." As he spoke he pulled himself out of the chair and moved to the small kitchen. Tohmas followed automatically. "Good pony," purred Lazarth, smiling as Tohmas gave a slight smile at the praise and his shoulders slumped as he slipped deeper into his trance. "Now pony, I want you to make Tohmas aware, you will remain in control, but Tohmas will be aware and understand what you are doing. Can you do that?" "Yes Sir," replied the stallion, taking in a breath. The equine seemed to straighten, his shoulders pulling back, a spark seemed to enter his eyes, but his body remained limp. Tohmas shook his head slightly as if to clear it. He recognised the rat before him. It was Lazarth. "Master," corrected a voice in his mind. He nodded, Master Lazarth was talking to him. "That's a good pony," repeated Lazarth. "Is Tohmas aware of us now?" Tohmas felt his head nod, but he did not seem to have any control over it. "Good," purred Lazarth. "Tohmas, you're about to hypnotise someone. I wanted you to experience it so I can ask questions later. Pony, you've been hypnotised yourself, you know how to do it. I'll be there if you need me. The two of you, go and put Kevin under." Tohmas felt himself move back into the other room. It was a strange sensation to say the least, it was almost as if he was watching a movie. "Good afternoon," he heard himself say. "Kevin isn't it?" "That's right," replied the kangaroo. "I'm pony," said Tohmas, quite perplexed at how normal his voice sounded and how calling himself pony made him feel quite good. "Are you hypnotised?" asked Kevin curiously. "Yes," replied the stallion, sitting himself down before the kangaroo. "And I know you have more questions, but that can wait. I would like you to look up at the chandelier above you if you would." Tohmas felt Lazarth's reassuring paw on his shoulder. The kangaroo lifted his head up. "That's good," rumbled pony, lowering his voice a little. "Pick a pendant and focus on it. Watch the way it catches the light, sparkling, reflecting. Concentrate on it, see how the harder you look at it, the larger it seems to get." Tohmas did not know where his words were coming from, but he could see the affect they were having on the kangaroo. Already his head was laid back and his eyes appeared to be dilating. "You're going well," continued pony. "You can see it expanding, it's beginning to draw you in. Don't fight it, let it take you, its so much easier if you relax. That's it, feel it beginning to wash over you. It's warm and soothing, relaxing isn't it. Like a warm bath. Just sink into it and let yourself go, don't fight, just relax and go." At this stage Tohmas found himself lowering his voice to almost a whisper. He had been staring at the kangaroo who now sat on the couch, his head back and dropped a little to the side. His eyelids had been gradually slipping lower and now they shut, the kangaroo giving a soft sigh and sinking back into the couch. Tohmas was amazed, he never would have thought he was capable of such a thing, but it was him talking, even if he did not know what he was about to say. The kangaroo looked totally limp, his eyes shut, his breathing slow. "That's a good roo," Tohmas heard himself say. "Just lie back and relax, go deeper, you want to go deeper don't you... that's right, much deeper into that nice warm feeling." He felt Lazarth's paw give a reassuring squeeze on his shoulder. "Good pony," whispered the rat and Tohmas felt a wash of pride run over him. "Now you want to deepen the trance, make him yours." The pony nodded and leant forward, allowing Tohmas a better view of the limp kangaroo. "Now Kevin," began the pony again in his soft voice. "I want you to just start to drift away. You don't want to fight it, you just want to feel yourself go. Sinking deeper and deeper, listening to my voice, you'll find yourself wanting to obey my voice. As you obey it, the deeper you shall go and it feels so good to sink deeper doesn't it." "Yes," murmured Kevin, his voice slurred and sounding distant. Tohmas watched as he reached out to stroke the kangaroo's paw. The fur was soft and warm, the claws neatly manicured. "Kevin," he heard himself purr again. "I'm going to take control of this paw. You want to surrender it to me don't you... Its going to be mine and I'm ordering it to lift up, above your head, see, feel it lift, it has to because it belong to me." As he spoke Kevin's paw began to lift slowly from his lap, raising up gradually until it was high about the kangaroo's head. "Good roo," chuured pony softly. "See, your hand likes obeying. Now, its going to lower slowly and my control will spread. The lower your paw gets, the more control I will have until its in your lap and I will control you, you will have surrendered completely to me and you know you have to obey..." Kevin's head nodded loosely, his paw beginning to descend slowly. "That's good," continued pony with Tohmas watching on from behind the scenes. "The lower it gets the more you obey, you want to obey... it feels so good... just relax and let it happen... feel the weight increase... you have to obey..." Tohmas would have squirmed as he watched the hand descend, eventually it reached the kangaroo's lap and Kevin gave a deep sigh. "Good roo," chuured pony soothingly. "You have to obey me now don't you?" Kevin nodded. "Why?" asked pony. "It feels good to obey," murmured Kevin. "I want to obey." "Good roo," continued Kevin. "Yes, very good to obey... you want to obey... to be my slave..." Tohmas held his breath as he heard himself say slave. He was not sure of the kangaroo's response. "Yes," slurred Kevin slowly. "I want to obey... to be a slave..." Tohmas felt another squeeze on his shoulder. "Good slave..." he murmured. "Just sleep now, feel yourself sinking deeper under my control..." Tohmas watched as Kevin gave another nod, his body growing even more limp and Lazarth stepped around from behind him. "You did well pony," announced Lazarth and Tohmas felt himself beam with pride. "Now, I want you to do something. You shall release Tohmas who shall interact with this new slave. He can do whatever he desires, if I think things are getting out of hand however, I shall call pony back. I am curious to see what happens. There is approximately twenty minutes of Mr Marse's session left, I advise Tohmas that you use it wisely." Tohmas blinked and turned his head. Lazarth stood before him with a smile across his face. "Welcome back Tohmas," he chuckled. "I take it you know what is going on?" "I think I do," replied the stallion, looking around, stretching a little. It felt strange to suddenly be back in reality as it were. He looked over at the kangaroo. Kevin was still laid out on the couch. "Is he under?" asked Tohmas, looking at the rat. "Yes," murmured Kevin, answering for him and Lazarth chuckled softly. "Yes," agreed the rat. "He is your hypnotic slave at the moment, a lot like you are mine. Please, explore with him, I am only here to watch and mediate." Tohmas turned his full attention back to Kevin. "Kevin," he started hesitantly. "Can you hear me?" "Yes," came the distant reply. "What are you?" asked Tohmas, not really sure what to do with him. "I am a kangaroo," replied Kevin. "Hypnotised into your obedient slave. I like to obey." "Why?" asked the stallion, squirming a little. It was slightly uncomfortable to see someone laid out like this, but also fascinating at the same time. "It makes me feel good," responded the kangaroo. "Why did you come here?" asked Tohmas next. "I wanted to be hypnotised," replied Kevin without hesitation. "I had a fantasy about being a slave." "Tell me about your fantasy," prompted the stallion. "In my fantasy I am hypnotised," began Kevin. "I am turned into a slave and used and controlled by my master." "I am your master aren't I?" checked Tohmas. "Yes," answered Kevin. "And you obey me because it causes you pleasure?" "Yes." "What sort of pleasure?" asked Tohmas. "Sexual," was the frank and honest response. Tohmas's opened his eyes a little wider at that. He had felt his own sheath filling, but it surged a little as the kangaroo admitted what he had hoped. His eyes ran down the kangaroo's groin, looking over his sheath. "In that case," replied Tohmas. "Can you stand and fetch me a book from the shelf. Any book will do. As you do this, I want your entire body to feel the joy of obeying me." Kevin nodded and stood, his eyes opened, looking around in a dazed kind of manner before focusing on the book shelf. He made his way there slowly and much to Tohmas's surprise, seemed to take his time finding a book. He returned slowly and stood before the stallion. "Bow slave when you present it," said Tohmas, watching the kangaroo pause, then hold out the book, his body tilting at the waist. Tohmas took the book and looked at the cover. It was called "Conquering minds" and the stallion raised an eyebrow curiously as he looked over the kangaroo. Kevin's sheath had thickened, a sliver of pink visible from the tip. "Good slave," murmured the stallion. He was about to say more when Lazarth appeared from beside him, tapping his watch with a claw. Tohmas got the message. Lazarth had provided no hints about ending the session and did not appear to be volunteering anything now. "Slave," began the stallion. "You will be leaving shortly. As you approach the door, Kevin will begin to wake up, by the time you reach the door he will be fully awake and back in control, but you will linger, he will not be aware of you, but I want you, tonight, to colour his dreams. You will give Kevin one dream where he lives out his fantasy, he will remember it when he wakes. If he truly likes it, you can suggest he returns and it can be explored more fully. If that time comes, you may reawaken, but you shall know when that time comes. Regardless, you shall watch over Kevin and keep him safe." "Yes Sir," murmured Kevin. "Good slave," rumbled Tohmas. "Be well, now go." Lazarth gave another reaffirming squeeze as Kevin shuffled towards the door. As he got closer his shoulders began to lift, his movements becoming easier. He opened the door and placed one foot outside, pausing to give a wave, the door closed and he was gone. "That was good," said Lazarth, moving out from behind the chair. "How did it feel?" "It felt strange," replied Tohmas, looking at the rat. "On one hand it was kind of arousing to see how he would do what I said, but on the other it was also kind of frightening to see someone obey that much." Lazarth nodded. "It's a fine line," he said. "Is that what I'm like?" asked Tohmas before adding. "I'm not under now am I?" Lazarth chuckled. "Everyone is different," he answered. "And no, well not like that anyway. I suspect that you're under to some degree, but you're not pony if that's what you're wondering." "Pony?" asked Tohmas. Lazarth nodded. "Pony is your subconscious revealed," he said "It is who I have been communicating with. Sort of you without the trappings of society." "You mean me as a slave?" asked Tohmas. "Something like that," nodded Lazarth. "Do you have a problem with that?" "No," Tohmas found himself saying and he was strangely comfortable with the answer. "Good pony," grinned Lazarth and Tohmas whickered softly at the praise. "Id love to talk more, but my next client is due to arrive shortly and unfortunately I don't need an assistant for this one." Tohmas nodded. "So what happens to me?" he asked "You leave," said Lazarth frankly. "Don't worry, you will return for your normal session tomorrow. And unfortunately you won't remember any of what happened in this room until you're back in it. I think it's a little early for you to be running around loose with this knowledge." Tohmas smirked and was going to say something, but instead all that came out was a "Yes Master, I obey." "Good pony," smiled Lazarth, running a paw over Tohmas's still full sheath, squeezing it gently. "Until tomorrow then..." Tohmas nodded and found himself moving towards the door, his hand reached for the handle and as it opened he felt the past session seemingly sucked from his mind. It was whisked away somewhere and he stepped into the corridor feeling fresh and ready. The door closed behind him and he looked at it puzzled for a moment, as if trying to remember something and he shrugged, he was sure it did not matter that much, at least not for now.