Keywords: Hypnosis, Adult Species: Human The Question By Wolphin I suddenly realised it had been quite a while since I'd written a hypnostory and since I know certain folk out there like that, here one is. The Question By Wolphin It was nice to meet him for the first time. We had talked online before, fooling around somewhat and over time we had become good friends, when I found he would also be attending the con, I felt a little apprehension, a little excitement and a thrill of the unexpected. Our online relationship had been interesting to say the least. I was submissive, he was the dominant one, I knew in reality that was the same way he leant towards, but I was not sure about myself. My previous relationships had all been on fairly equal footing. Our roleplays had gone the same way, me being the meek and submissive, him taking a more dominant and controlling role, which suited me fine. On the first day of the con I received an SMS which simply said "Room 432, 2pm" and here I was, standing in front of a plain door at two on the dot. I raised my hand and knocked. "Enter," called a voice from inside. I opened the door and walked in. It was much like any other of the hotel rooms. A short passage past the bathroom, two beds further on and two chairs beyond that. James was sitting in one of the chairs. "James?" I ventured hesistantly. "Good to meet you at last Brian," he replied, standing and stepping up to me. There was an awkward pause for a moment or two then we hugged each other, a typical tentative hug, as if it was some sort of formality. We separated and he nodded to one of the chairs. "Please, take a seat." I sat down and waited for him to join me in the other chair. "So..." I started with a slightly nervous squeak to my voice. "Its good to meet you at last." "Likewise," he agreed. There was another pause and we looked each other over. He was not objectional in anyway, not my type, but nothing I could or would protest about. "You seem nervious," he stated. "Why don't you just relax...?" His voice had slipped slightly deeper and I could not help but giggle, probably not the effect he was after. "I don't think I'm that easy," I grinned. Hypnosis had been a constant reoccurring theme in our time together. More than once after a roleplay I had found myself wondering about the differences between my character and myself. It was something that both frightened and excited me at the same time. "Sorry," he appoligised. "I was just curious what would happen." "Oh don't be," I replied. "I think I would be as well. You know what I've said about hypnosis, just not sure if it would work or not." "I'm sure it would work on you," he said. "You seem so enthusiastic on-line." "True," I agreed. "But that allows me some escapism, here, I don't know." He nodded and fished something from his pocket, placing it on the table. It was a simple pendent, a single polished black stone hanging from a thin leather strap. "Recognise this?" he asked with a slight grin. "Is this the stone?" I asked. During our roleplays he had often put me under by watching a pendant. A simple polished obsidien pendant. "Yeap," James replied with a nod. "I thought you might be curious, so thought you may want to see it." He picked it up and swung it slowly between us. "If you'd like, I could see if you're open to a trance?" he said with a hint of a smile on his lips. I swallowed, feeling the sensation I had felt outside the door return, that delightful tingle of the unknown and an unmistakable swelling in my pants. "Ummm, ok," I said. "If you think you can." "Oh, I know I can," he responded, holding out the pendant. "I know you want to go under for me. You want to watch the pendent swing back and forth, just like it is now. That's right, back and forth, your eyes following it, watching it carefully, the black stone absorbing everything..." His voice began to slow, growing deeper as I watched the stone move slowly from side to side. "Yes," he continued. "Moving slowly as the stone swings, you know the effect the stone has on you, everything else fading away... the stone absorbing your thoughts... sending you down deeper... and deeper... your eyes wanting to close... your mind getting slower... and deeper... and deep..." His voice seemed to trail off as my eyes drifted shut, I could feel my body relaxing, sinking into the cushions as his voice continued somewhere above me, soft and soothing, guiding me down into that nice relaxing place... "...and we're back..." James announced as I blinked, the room snapping into focus again. I stretched and looked around. He was smiling at me. "How do you feel?" he asked. "Excellent," I replied. "Relaxed, refreshed." "That's good," he beamed. "Did you enjoy it?" "It felt wonderful," I said, swallowing, wetting my mouth. "But I could do with a drink." "Thirsty?" he asked. I nodded and stood, walking to the bar fridge I deliberately removed a can of cola and fetched a glass of water from the bathroom. I returned, opening the cola and pouring it into a glass for James, then sitting and sipping at my water. The entire time James never said a word, he just smiled a little knowing smile. I cocked my head curiously then noticed the pendant laying on the table. I found myself looking at it, my head leaning forward. I felt James's hands rub slowly over the back of my neck, stroking my shoulders and my body began to go limp, my mind spiralling down as I stared at the black stone. No words were said as the room once again faded away. This time there was no voice, I could feel myself moving, something guiding me, removing thoughts, changing me, making me a better something and every time I thought I knew what was happening, there was another change and the process began again. Always just on the edge of mind, twisting one way and then the other. When I opened my eyes I was looking at the numbers "617." That was my room number. I fished a key from my pocket and moved inside. It was dark outside, the exact time did not matter. I did a few things, then wandered down to enjoy the activities of the convention until returning to my room, falling into a strange enjoyable by distant sleep. After breakfast the following day I received another SMS, this one stating "10am" I looked at it for a moment then nodded to myself. James wanted to see me at ten. I know we had talked yesterday, but somehow that conversation was not enough, I wanted to see him as well. An hour later I stood outside room 432 again. I knocked and was instructed to enter. Opening the door was a strange sensation. I stepped inside, feeling something seem to wash over me. I closed the door behind me and carefully removed my shoes. Then my socks were also taken off. I unbuttoned my shirt, placing it on the hanger in the little wardrobe, then removed my trousers, folding them over the rail of the hanger, I finally slipped out of my underware, plaing them on my shoes and slipping them into the bottom of the wardrobe. I slid the door of the robe closed and took another step. On top of the minibar was a thick rubber collar. This I took and slipped around my neck, doing the buckle up before continuing inside. Master James was seated, watching me. I bowed before continuing past the beds. Instead of taking the free seat, I kneeled in front of him, lowering my head. "You pet slave has returned Master," I stated. He reached out and petted my head gently and I gave a soft purr of pleasure, closing my eyes and pushing gently into his hand. "Very good," he responded. "And what are you?" "I am your obedient pet slave Sir," I stated. "You have hypnotised me and I serve you. It feels good to serve you Sir and to be your slave." "Very good," he rumbled softly. "Now, do you think you could answer my question?" I blinked at his words, suddenly becoming aware of my situation. My shaft suddenly surged as I remembered the training he had given me the previous afternoon, then how he had locked it away. The behaviour I had just undertaken, me being naked and bowed before him, surrendering to him. My mind played back over it all, rewinding slowly back to the beginning, the first question he asked me in the trance. "So, do you think you are my control?" My mind remembered my mumbled defiant answer, "No, its all just tricks." My brain began to play things forward, my gloating over the fa‡ade I presented, the chinks in my armour, all falling as James took them away one by one, stripping me naked and rebuilding me, making me his own. I was his and I knew it and it felt good, so very good. I had to obey, I was his slave and would do all he ordered of me. I was a good pet. "I am yours," I admitted. "Your hypnopet plaything. I was wrong to doubt you Sir." "Its good you realise your place now pet," he replied. "Yes sir," I responded. "Thank you sir." "But I think we shall continue your training..." I was about to say something, to question him when the pendant came into view, its sleek dark sides capturing my mind and drawing it inside, slipping down... deep down... down... down... down... The exact details of the rest of the convention do not seem to matter. I followed Master obediently. I have vague recollections of meeting other Masters and Mistresses and their obedient slaves. There was much bowing and other naked bodies, all with the save glass-eyed stare. I know I served Master well and was rewarded, pulses of pleasure shooting through me for pleasing him. My mind did not begin to clear until I arrived back at home, the event being a pleasurable haze. My most vivid memory being when I opened my suitcase, finding my collar neatly coiled on the top. It had a tag added, bearing my name and I wear it proudly, announcing my servitude. I'm wearing it now. I'm a good pet slave.