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The Psychiatrist By Shiri

agnar — Wed, 15 Apr 2009 15:37:00 +0000

The Lingerie Shop By Shiri

agnar — Wed, 15 Apr 2009 15:34:35 +0000

He watched as the young girl place the closed sign in the window. He knew if he get to the door on time and get in she would have to wait on him. Running across the street and almost being hit by a car, he managed his way to the door and walked in.
“I’m sorry sir, we’re closed,” Someone said from the back of the boutique.
“Lady, you have got to help me. It’s my anniversary and I got hung up at work and now I have nothing for my wife and she is going to be pissed,” he said.
The young lady walked out from in behind a rack of some of the sexiest lingerie the man had ever seen. It’s no wonder he didn’t even notice her appearance from all the displays and mannequins, not to mention the posters of models who were wearing some of the items that of course were for sale.
She was absolutely stunning; he almost had to ask if she was one of the girls in the poster. She was tall and had long legs and a perfectly shaped body. Her black hair and flawless face only added to her mysterious physique.
The pretty girl scanned the guy up and down and said, “It’s to wonder how you men manage a relationship at all. You should have done this, days ago.”
“I know but my job is a hassle and to keep her happy I’ve got to bring home the money.”
“Keep her happy? You just bought yourself five minutes, go ahead and look around,” the girl said as she picked up a pair of black fishnet stockings sealed tight in a package.
The man walked around the store looking at her and then looking at the lingerie for sale. He was afraid of touching some of the things on the racks as he didn’t want the girl to see him as a pervert or something. Around the store twice and he still found nothing.
“You know what sir, your five minutes were up five minutes ago,” the girl commented.
“I know, I just for some strange reason have forgotten what she looks like or what she likes for that matter,” the man said in his confusion.
“Some life you have. You are either too stressed from your job to remember what she likes or your too busy checking out my ass to remember hers,” the woman said with most sarcastic eyes.
“It’s not that at all.”
“What size is she?”
“I think she is your size,” he answered.
“Let’s see, come on over here and we can chose from our new line, it’s the hottest thing on the market.” The woman said pointing at the wall.
He followed her over to the wall and like most men he was looking real hard at the rhythm of her ass as she walked in her high heals.
“I can see you in the mirror,” the girl said.
“I’m sorry; this place has an effect on me, I guess it would have an effect on most guys.”
The girl laughed and said, “If it didn’t have an effect on men, I would be out of a job.”
“You have a point,” he replied.
“Just keep your eyes on the lingerie and you might buy something from this store,” she said as she opened up a rack and then pointed to the one of the posters with a model who was strutting her apparel on a silver satin sheet bed. The poster said on the bottom, Hypnotic Mystique. “This is our new line, I have all the line myself. I couldn’t resist so I know there must be something here for her. It’s not to out going and bright but it is enough to dull the senses and keep you watching. So would you like to fuck the girl in the poster or something in leather, they carry that too.”
“Excuse me!” the man said surprised.
“Oh cum now let’s face it. I personally like lingerie and that is why I own this shop. Your wife on the other hand might want something that is just for her. You want this just so you can get off. What about her?” She asked.
“That’s not true, I don’t like lingerie,” the man said in a failed attempt to defend himself with a lie.
“You’re a liar.”
“I am not, I never liked the stuff and I think it is ridiculous.”
“Ok, let’s just suppose I believe you, you hate lingerie and your going to have to choose something, I have an idea. Wait here and I will be right back,” the girl said and then walked into a room next to the wall that had a sign on it that read, Employees Only.
The man stood staring at the poster, he found the poster to be so enchanting. Her eyes and the way she stared at him, he didn’t realize that almost ten minutes had passed by when he heard a voice behind him.
“You like that poster, well tell me if you like this,” the girl said.
The man turned and was silenced in shock as she began to explain, “Here we have the same fashion as in the poster. Half silver liquid vinyl leather and silver nylon spandex.” The girl began to turn around as she modeled the display of body hugging luxury and continued, “The body glitter is sold separately, but the satin gloves and satin panties come with the package. As you can see, the panties are not at all thongs as they leave a little satin in between my cheeks. Just enough so you can rub your lingerie disapproving member up and down until it does approve.”
“Great mother of god lady, what the hell are doing?” The man blurted loudly as the girl turned to face him.
The girl just continued, “Now we have glitter make-up for the eyes as you can see on me and the silver high heal vinyl boots are sold separately but I really think they complement the whole thing. What do think?”
“Are you supposed to do this? I hope there is no camera in here.”
The girl laughed and said, “I have no cameras. You told me that you don’t like sexy lingerie, so since you couldn’t keep your eyes off me with my regular cloths on, I thought this would help. You’re not interested in me anymore are you?”
The man could only stand silent, something here felt very strange.
The girl began to slowly and seductively walk towards the man as she said, “I think you want to stare at me just like you where staring at the poster, the poster of Hypnotic Mystique.”
The man felt a tingle go up his spine and he then knew something here was very wrong. He turned quickly to run and the girl grabbed him by the hair on the back of his head. He fell backwards on a rack of panties and the whole thing came down with him on top. There he lay for a moment with his eyes closed on a bed of panties.
The girl placed her high heel boot on his chest as she stood next to him. She then rested her left hand on the curve of her hip and reached over for something on the shelf on the wall.
She pointed the long glittering silver horse whip at him and said, “This also goes with the line of Hypnotic Mystique products. It’s called the Mind Dazzle Whip and is also sold separately, comes with instructions”
“Get your fucking foot off of me!” the man demanded.
“An interesting thing about the Hypnotic Mystique line is that all the posters and all the lingerie are interlined with subliminals and they allow me to be stronger than you both mentally and physically. It has to be one of the best marketing ploys I have ever seen. So your just going to lie there and look into my eyes, stare at my crotch or loose yourself in my cleavage, it doesn’t matter to me because if you don’t pick one this is going to hurt,” she replied.
With that she slammed the whip into his upper arm.
“AHHH fuck!” the man yelled, but when he tried to get up her foot was too heavy, he was to heavy, his whole body was much too heavy to move.
The whip came down again on the other arm.
“Knock it off!” he yelled.
The whip flew down again on the first arm but this time it felt different. Her eyes where so beautiful and his body began to tingle, it felt so good.
She continued to hit him again and again and again. He was able to hear the whip that sounded so nice as it crashed against his arms but he couldn’t feel it at all. Her eyes and breasts where the most overwhelming thing he had ever seen. He began to hear moaning as the girl swayed her body softly back and fourth, he didn’t realize that the moaning of ecstasy was coming from him.
The woman removed her foot and said, “go ahead and take off those pants, I don’t want you to hurt that disapproval before I do.”
She moved with such grace almost like a god floating before him, all he could say was, “yes Ma’am.”
He began removing his pants and she returned with a long silver cigarette holder, complimented with a white cigarette.
“The sexy cigarette holder is also in the Hypnotic Mystique line and sold separately,” she said placing her sparkling high heel boot on his chest again and waving the whip back and fourth in front of his eyes. “The cost is fifteen dollars but if you buy the whole package today I will throw it in for free.”
She began to caress the whip in his forehead and he moaned louder. The way she blew the smoke from her lips, the glittering eyes, her breasts, her hips and the way she swayed them back and fourth it was so much that he began to cry.
Tapping the end of the whip in some strange way on his forehead he began to feel himself falling and floating almost out into nowhere. His body was overwhelmed and she began to lower herself on top of his hard approval.
Up and down slowly and she moved in a rhythm that his mind could not comprehend. She dropped the whip to her side and took another puff off the cigarette holder. She started to caress her breasts with those sexy silver satin gloves as she said, “deeper for me. That’s right just feel it all, so nice and so relaxing, just to go deeper and deeper.”
The man was devastated and she was not certain she would be able to relax him away from cumming any longer.
The woman bent over and asked, “So, would you like me to wrap that for you?”
The man nodded anxiously.
She reached over and picked up the whip and said,” Alright then, let’s count the whips with me. We will count from three to one and on one there will be no refunds on already used items. Three….,” she said softly and then hitting him on arm with the whip.
The man cried out in sexual turmoil.
“Twoooo,” she said long and soft to make him feel every bit of her voice. “And it’s a SALE with one.”
The man’s body convulsed and out of control muscle spasms almost threw her light body off him.
Tilting her head to her side she gently planted the perfect kiss on his lips and with that she said, “I am going to snap my fingers and everything will return as planned, you will remember everything, one, two and three.”
The woman snapped her fingers and kissed him seductively again, then said, “Happy anniversary Mike. Three years and our marriage is still going strong.”
Mike looked around the room as she sat up.
“I don’t believe it. That felt so good it was, it just,”
The woman smiled and said, “It will wear off in a few minutes. Nice of Marcy to lend me her place this afternoon. Told you I’d get you with all those advanced hypnosis classes I have been taking. You like?”
The man smiled and said, “It was the greatest thing I have ever felt. It was the greatest anniversary present, I don’t know what to say.”
Mike looked over to the wall and asked, “Where is the poster?”
The woman smiled and said, “There was never any poster. Look at me, Hypnotic Mystique. Now look at the wall.”
Mike turned and the poster was on the wall, it was his wife in the poster and he just couldn’t see it as the woman explained, “The word Hypnotic Mystique is a trigger word I gave during all those long nights of practice on you. As soon as I say, It’s a sale the poster is now gone. I’ll explain it to you later. Right now we had better get this mess cleaned up.”
“I still can’t believe I didn’t recognize you when I walked in,” he said.
“As soon as we clean up, I was thinking of a nice Italian restaurant; oh by the way do you like my new lingerie?” She asked
“I was thinking something more in red,” he said jokingly.
The woman picked up the whip and showed it to him.
“You know Hun that just looks absolutely stunning on you,” he pleaded.
“I thought so,” she said with a devious smile.

By Hypno-Witch Shiri

To Dream a Dream of Shiri part 2 By Shiri

agnar — Wed, 15 Apr 2009 15:33:07 +0000

Tumble and turning was all he could do. It seemed that the room had too much light. An old graveyard trick Matt had learned of blacking out the windows using tin foil just wasn’t doing it. Matt couldn’t sleep. There seemed to be light coming from somewhere but Matt couldn’t see it. Was it the door or a digital clock, or the constant memory of Shiri and what had happened last night.
“Maybe she doesn’t want me to sleep,” Matt thought. “Maybe she put the mojo to me so that I would stay awake making it easy for her to finish me off tonight. You can’t really make a person not breathe, or can you? Her legs where so strong or was it her legs at all? I can still feel them.”
Matt tried to remember what happened, but all he could recall was those eyes, those dark deep eyes and the white clouds, “I’m gonna go mad. Maybe she won’t show up. She’s a tease and a murderer. I could be the next victim. What if she wants me to hurt someone else for her and I was just part of a plan for her.”
Exhausting himself Matt fell asleep.
Later that evening Matt awoke to his to the timer on the television. Always a daily dose of the despair we call the media. Working the sleep out of his eyes he watched as a reporter told the story of how a woman who had murdered her husband last night had hung herself in the city jail today. Eyewitness reports say that a woman dressed as a guard had somehow entered the jail and spoke to the suicide victim just minutes before she had hung herself alone in her cell. The peculiar irony is that almost a quarter of the jails staff was found sleeping at there desks, in cells and even on the floor and all the recording cameras where off. One inmate said that she saw the small woman who was walking the corridors looking for the alleged victim and that she was not wearing a uniform at all. She had on a black shirt and black leather pants with a torn white piece of paper pined to her shirt that said, Jail Guard.
Matt could feel those legs around him getting tighter. He had no intentions of saying anything, but the profound desperate effect this was having on him was staggering.
Shutting off the T.V. Matt realized he was rock hard, “Oh god,” he said as he jumped up into the bathroom for a cold shower, “What did she do to me.”
Later that night Matt walked the fence line after checking the lock on the front gate, “maybe she will get the hint and go away.”
The hours past by and Matt was found himself angered at being stood up and yet he was relieved that it was all over. She was gone and the history books on this parking lot would soon be closed again.
He could feel his eyes getting heavy and so, he reached over to the pot of coffee to pour some more of the black syrup when a sudden knock at the door behind him startled him into dropping his cup.
The watched as the doorknob slowly turned and he knew who it was. Shiri opened the door just ajar at first then wide enough to see Matt sitting there.
“Hey you,” Shiri said.
Matt stood and walked out of the guard shack not taking his eyes off the vileness for one moment.
“Your pants aren’t torn. How did you get in here?” he asked.
“Piece of cake, the gate wasn’t locked,” She replied.
“I always lock that gate and I checked it several times,” He said.
Shiri shrugged her shoulders as if to imply that she didn’t know what he was talking about.
“Let me guess,” He said. “You had something to do with my mind and the gate.”
Shiri smiled and asked, “Can I plea the fifth and are you saying that you’re trying to avoid me?”
“I saw you on the news,” He said.
“I wasn’t on the news. I had one of the guards disable the cameras,” She said.
“Did you have to make her hang herself?” He asked.
Shiri crossed her arms and paused before she said, “When you off someone you need to get rid of the evidence and the witnesses. Not one person can know or risk everything and they always say that somebody talks.”
“Well I know,” He said.
“Your not going to talk because you know what will happen if you do,” She threatened. “Did you destroy the letter?”
“I burned it,” He replied.
“Good now give me back my lighter,” She said.
Matt had to think for a moment as to why he had a lighter, he doesn’t smoke and then it dawned on him.
“Come on now,” She said. “Give me back my lighter. I haven’t had a cigarette since last night.”
Matt handed her the lighter from his pants pocket and said, “That was weird. I don’t like that.”
“I had to make sure you destroyed the letter, I had to do it,” She said.
“That’s right, you wouldn’t want anyone to know that you are a killer,” He said.
“I’m not a killer,” She insisted. “I did what I had to do and now it’s in the past.”
“You put a jail to sleep and killed two people. God knows what you are going to do with me.” He pleaded.
“Love hurts,” She said.
“Ha,” He said.
Shiri lit a cigarette and began to explain, “They where playing some sex game and I was the center attraction. He would cheat on her and then she finds out. Of course I wasn’t to know that he was married and when I found out and confronted her she was more angrier that I ruined the game than finding out he was cheating, of in which she already knew all along. She picked me out for him because she is the one who really wanted me. You see, the whole thing was supposed to end up a three-some and me as their slut. That really hurts and they paid for it. Now it’s me and you, why don’t you quit your job and we will run away together.”
“You move fast,” He said.
“Life is short,” She said.
“Especially with you around,” He said.
“Hey! That’s not fair,” She said.
The two of them stared at each other for a moment and with a sigh Shiri reached into her purse and pulled out her silver pocket watch.
Matt turned his head and yelled, “Put that away!”
“I’m checking the time!” She yelled back. “I have a few hours before I need to be at my office.”
“What office?” He asked.
“Hypnotist,” She said as she held up the watch and began to swing it back and fourth. “I hypnotize people remember. I’m a professional. I have an eight O’clock appointment giving us four hours.”
“Please put that down,” He pleaded.
Shiri pushed the watch closer to Matt’s face and continued to swing it back and fourth, “Ouhhh the hypnotist is going to put you under her spell. You’re getting very sleepy, you will obeyyy.”
“Knock it off!” Matt yelled.
Shiri laughed and said, “Your fun to tease. I really don’t need the watch, I have trigger word now.”
“Trigger word?”
Shiri took a puff of the cigarette and blew the smoke up into the air. She looked back down at Matt and said, “I have a word that will put you to sleep automatically. Nothing you can do. I can say it here or on the phone and even write it in a letter, but it will only work for me and nobody else. All my clients get to have trigger words. It helps me to put them back into trance quickly and I admit you’re a good subject.”
Matt sighed and said, “Yea, I can still feel your legs squeezing me.”
“What?” Shiri asked.
“Your legs. From last night, that’s how you control my breathing right and decide if I breathe or not.”
Shiri looked puzzled and said, “No, I simply control your breathing with the power of suggestion. Whatever my legs do to you must be an interesting by product of the suggestions.” She looked down at her thighs and said, “Humm, hypnotic thighs, who knew?”
“I don’t want to be involved with you,” Matt said. “I don’t want to be an alias to a murder.”
“You didn’t have a problem with that last night while you where fucking me!” She said.
“Did I have a choice!” He said.
“Tell you what, I’ll drop my purse now along with my pants and we can do it again, then you can decide,” She said.
“Not a chance,” He said. “You have that trigger thing going on.”
“So that’s it!” She yelled. “Last night when I was little Miss sweet, hurt and innocent you would have fucked me, but now that know what I can do, your afraid of me. Murder has nothing to do with it; you men are all the same.”
“You’re not exactly the normal woman yourself,” Matt said.
“Well you call you normal?” She said. “Sitting here in the darkness all night, do you call this a job?”
“I have a website,” He pleaded.
“Ok then what’s the theme? Can I go to my office and check it out? Give me the double u double u double u,” She said and waited for a moment as Matt said nothing. “That’s what I thought. Well I have a web site of my own. Double u double u double u dot got screwed by another man and dropped dot com.”
Matt looked hurt and couldn’t face Shiri straight on.
“I’m sorry,” She said.
“That’s alright, a website cost money to get started and this job helps me to save up,” He said.
Shiri got closer to Matt as she placed her right hand on his cheek and tilting his head back up to stare into Shiri’s eyes she said, “You will have you website, you’re a good man.”
They both became lost in each others eyes as their lips met in an eternal kiss.
Shiri back walked backwards a few steps and held out her right hand palm down and opened and closed it a few times, then said, “Come on, come with me.”
Matt took Shiri’s hand they walked back to the shack. Matt shut the door, turned and watched Shiri give a slow playful strip and she wiggled her pants and panties down.
Matt kicked off his shoes and got rid of those pants as Shiri hopped up on the desk once again.
Shiri took a puff from the cigarette and blew a stream of smoke upwards from her wet blood red lips.
Looking eye level once again, Shiri reached out with her hand and placed her index finger under Matt’s chin, and then she pulled him effortlessly closer and closer until Matt was between Shiri’s legs and only inches from her.
Suddenly Shiri locked her legs around him and pulled him in.
They stopped for a moment and Shiri laughed softly and said, “Its ok.”
Kissing for a moment Matt never noticed Shiri lifting the watch up in from her side.
Shiri withdrew and blew a puff of smoke right at Matt and when Matt was able to open his eyes again the watch was swinging it’s spell right in front of him.
“You’re a good man Matt,” Shiri said. “But I can’t have any witnesses. Sometimes when we sleep deeply we forget how to breathe. The lungs disconnect from the mind and they feel so relaxed and heavy that they do not even gasp for air.”
Matt could feel his lungs releasing less and less air with every exhale and Shiri kept repeating, “You’re a good Matt, You’re a good man.”

Matt sat up quickly in his bed and the sweat poured from his feverish face. He hated being sick and he needed something for an update to his website known as the photoden. He chuckled at the dream he had and wondered if it was the flu.
He took a swallow of water from the glass at his bedside table and walked over to the computer, putting his glasses on he began to check his E-mail.
“Ah, something from Shiri,” He said.

Dear Matt
I wrote this story call Lingerie Shop and I think it stinks. I tried real hard but my imagination sucks. It has everything they seem to want, Smoking and vinyl leather boots and S and M oh you name it I threw it in there. I think they are going to laugh at me. I attached it. If you want me to scrap it just say so. Who am I to think I can write hypnotic sex stories. The next time I will write about an experience from my Grimoire and forget about the rest of this story stuff. They like that anyway. Are you feeling better?
With love
Shiri

Dear Shiri
What are talking about? The story is great. They like you and they will like the story to. I love your stories and so does everyone else so don’t worry about. I will post it a little later when I am feeling better.
Matt
Moments later before Matt could leave his desk he heard the jingle of an incoming E-mail message. Matt promptly opened it and it was from Shiri.
Dear Matt
You’re a good man Matt. Thanks for what you said.

With love
Shiri

To Dream a Dream of Shiri part 1 by Shiri

agnar — Wed, 15 Apr 2009 15:30:21 +0000

He sat alone in his shack on the graveyard shift. This had to be most unrewarding job of a lifetime watching out the windows mesmerized by the darkness of night. The parking lot was abandoned except for his car that sat off in the distance.
Waiting for the safe time that he could drop off to sleep for a few hours, he thought about going back to school. After all he had a perfect eight hours of nothing to do but study.
Being disrupted by flashing blue and red lights at the gate on the other side of the lot, Matt sat down the pot of old coffee and got out of the shack and began to walk to the other side of the lot.
“Can I help you,” Matt said to the police officer.
The officer held up his hand and motioned for him to wait a moment as he answered a call on the radio.
Matt waited and watched the officer who looked terribly puzzled by his situation.
The officer got out of his car and said, “I’m looking for a girl.”
“Me to,” Matt joked and watching the officer give no expression of amusement.
“She has dark hair and dark pants maybe a dark shirt or thin jacket. Did she run through your lot?”
“I saw a black cat earlier and that’s about it, “Matt replied.
The officer hung is head down and then looking up at Matt he said, “Well if you see her give us a buzz please.”
“No problem,” Matt said. “It would the most excitement I have had all night.”
The officer pointed to the shack across the lot and asked, “How do you stand it in that shack all night? Your job has got to suck.”
“You tell me my job sucks and look at the stress your under,” Matt said.
“You got me there,” the officer said. “Well don’t fall asleep in there, got to go.”
Matt smiled and said, “Me fall asleep, never.”
The officer shook his head in a sarcastic manor and dropped back down into his police car and drove off.
Matt began walking back to his shack. He thought to himself that the job would only be temporary until his website business picked up. For now it was him and this lot and nothing more so he should make the best of it.
Slowly placing his hand on the door knob of the shack he heard a sudden bump against the wall of the inside of the shack. Thinking quickly he pulled his pepper spray from his holster and slowly turned the door knob. He hesitated for a moment then he flung the door wide open and pointed the spray inside and saw nothing.
Feeling that his mind was playing tricks on him and no doubt this was caused by the officers threat of falling asleep with someone on the loose, Matt began to lower the spray.
Before he could even get the spay to waist level the chair creaked and Matt pointed the spray at the sudden hand that quickly stuck out guarding her face from being shot.
“Don’t please,” A voice pleaded from under the desk.
Matt grabbed the chair and threw it to the side and there she was.
“Let me guess, you’re the one the police are looking for,” Matt said.
“Please don’t spray me.”
“Are you armed?”
“No”
Matt flipped the light on and there she was holding a black cat under the desk.
She was wearing black pants full of sandy dust and her pants leg was split all the way up her thigh. She held tight to the cat with her knees bent up to her chin and her cat snuggled close to her chest. She had an innocent frightened look in her face and Matt wonder what a little thing like this could have done that would warrant the need for police helicopters to buzzing by every in the distance.
“What’s your name?” He asked.
“Shiri,” she said.
“What did you do Shiri?”
“I killed my husband,” She replied.
Matt watched in wonderment how this innocent looking young lady could ever do something like that.
Shiri moved her leg slightly and a terrible pain in her upper thigh prompted her to stop.
Matt noticed this and said, “How did you do that to your pants?”
“I got caught up on the barbed wire while jumping the fence. I landed on this poor cat. I didn’t mean to. He’s ok but I’m cut.” She explained. “My husband was trying to kill me because I confronted him about the girl friend he thought I didn’t know about.”
“Why didn’t call the police?”
“Because he is the police or was. He said he could kill me and make it look accidental,” She said. “Are you going to call the police?”
“I have a first aid kit in that drawer. Let’s patch up your leg and then I have to call the police. They find you sooner or later. I will testify to what you said, if that makes any difference,” Matt answered.
Shiri looked down at the cat in her arms and then back up to Matt and said,” I guess your right. I just got scared. He wrote a letter to his girlfriend saying he was going to kill me. It’s in my car and when the police see that everything will be fine. He just had so brainwashed that he could do anything to me.”
She began to maneuver her way out from under the desk and opened her letting cat make a run for it.
Matt took out the first aid from the drawer in the wall of the shack and sat it in the chair, when he noticed Shiri setting down a small black purse on the desk.
“What is in there?” Matt asked.
Shiri opened the purse and dumped it out on the desk as she replied, “I understand you don’t trust me and I don’t blame you. Who can you trust nowadays?”
Matt took a look at the contents on the desk, making a quick inventory of anything that might be dangerous, a pack of cigarettes, lighter, make-up, compact, small thin checkbook, small silver pocket watch, and loose change where all to be found.
“I just wanted to be sure,” Matt said.
“No really it’s no problem,” she said. “What’s your name?”
“Matt,” he replied. “Go ahead and sit on the desk and let’s see what you did.”
Shiri sat on the desk and then rested her naked leg on the chair.
“This stuff is for scrapes and cuts, so it probably will hurt,” Matt said looking at the spray can. “Your cut doesn’t look that bad, I don’t think you will need stitches.”
Matt shook the can and sprayed it on the cut.
“MMMmmm ouuuch! Your right it stings,” Shiri complained.
“A um, let’s see, a three inch bandage should cover it up,” Matt said.
“You’re the doc,” Shiri said.
Matt placed the bandage on Shiri’s cut and as he began to step around his foot got caught on the leg of the chair, tripping him forward towards Shiri. He immediately moved his hand up and it fell on Shiri’s chest.
Matt pulled his hand away and said, “Oh god I’m sorry.”
“It’s ok; you’re not the first…”
“Excuse me?”
“Well, I mean, the first guy to put his hand there,” She said bowing her head in embarrassment.
“Umm, of course I’m not or…,”
“What?” Shiri jokingly scolded..
“I mean…, Hi my name is Matt.”
Shiri laughed out, “Glad to meet you, Matt”
“There’s your bandage,” Matt said.
Shiri’s eyes slowly rolled up with a helpless seductive stare and she said, “Thank you.”
Matt was astonished by how Shiri made him feel, so relaxed and serene. He almost forgot what he was supposed to do next.
“I guess I should call the police,” Matt said.
“Could we wait for about fifteen minutes so I can catch my barring?” She asked.
“I… I guess it wouldn’t hurt,” Matt said.
Matt leaned against the wall and Shiri said, “I guess the first thing people do is to get a lawyer right?”
“I would think so,” Matt said looking at Shiri’s leg.
Shiri snapped her fingers and said, “Hey I’m here.”
“Sorry I didn’t…”
“You looked like you where hypnotized by my leg or something.”
“I was looking at the bandage. I never had done that before.”
Shiri nodded and said, “Oh I see, well it feels better so you must have done something right.”
“Plus the leg is sexy you know I felt throw that in there,” Matt joked.
Laughter
The two of them calmed down and Shiri said, “So this is what you do. You work as a security person?”
“I have a web site,” Matt said.
“Oh really, not that sounds cool. What do you sell?” She asked.
“I sell subscriptions to the site,” Matt replied.
“Oh… One of those triple X things.”
“Oh no, no, nothing like that. In fact I am thinking of changing the theme of the site. I just don’t know what to concentrate on,” Matt said.
“Maybe I will give you some ideas,” Shiri said.
Just then a spot light from a helicopter shined down in the lot and panned around and turned off.
“You think they stopped looking?” Shiri asked.
“I don’t know,” Matt replied.
“Maybe they found the letter,” Shiri said as she pulled out a pendent from around her neck and began to massage it with her fingers.
“What’s that?” Matt asked.
“It’s just like…,” Shiri said as she just held it up with no explanation.
Matt looked deep into the pendant, it was a pentagram with a large diamond in the center.
“Witchcraft, right?” Matt asked.
Shiri put it back in her black satin blouse and said, “I have it for good luck. More like a security blanket.”
Shiri and Matt talked for sometime. Shiri explained to him how she had fallen out of love with her husband almost a year ago when the abuse started and when she suspected him of cheating.
“You know, I would have to wonder Matt if you get sleepy working the long tiresome nights in the dark like this,” Shiri said.
“I sleep alright. Nothing ever happens out here, except for tonight and to think the cop told me not to fall asleep,” Matt replied.
“He said that?”
“He sure did.”
“Well I didn’t even give you a chance to sleep.”
“No, this one for the history books about this place.”
Laughter
Shiri got a serious look on her face and said as she slowly reached over to Matt’s cheek and caressed it with the back of her hand, “You’re a good man Matt. I wished I would have met you before my husband.”
The two of them stared deeply into each others eyes as they began to fall.
Matt broke away first and said, “Well I believe what you told me and I think it will all blow over.”
“I hope your right,” She said. “I feel nervous, do you mind if I smoke?”
“Go ahead, I think you earned it,” Matt replied.
Shiri reached over to her box and picked up her lighter. Matt watched as Shiri lit up a long white cigarette. Shiri tilted her head back and blow out the smoke slowly towards the ceiling, her lip-stick sparkled magick as the smoke escaped from her full kiss shaped lips.
Matt caught himself dazed and seduced by this and thinking quick he said, “Oh damn, what time is it? I didn’t realize we where talking so long.”
Shiri picked up the end of the chain to her small silver pocket watch as she held the cigarette at her face height. She proceeded to lift the watch and dangled the time piece just below her eyes so Matt could see them.
“You a good man Matt and it’s almost time,” She said as she blew a puff of smoke in Matt’s eyes.
Matt felt a strange heaviness all through his body, unlike anything he had ever felt before.
He heard a whisper that sounded like it came from his own mind. The whisper said, “Don’t fall asleep Matt, your a good man.”
The last thing Matt was able to hold onto was Shiri’s sad teary eyes that gave her away. They said something to the effect of, “I am sorry I have to do this to you but I have no other choice.”
Shiri began to swing the watch back and fourth in front of Matt’s eyes, it felt like the world was swinging back and fourth in his mind. He just couldn’t understand how such a little watch could be so devastating. Matt could see Shiri’s lips moving and could almost make out some of the words, but it was too late, Matt was hypnotized.
Shiri sat down the watch and jumped off the desk. She pulled her pants and panties down and off. Shiri jumped back up on the desk and slowly blew the thick hypnotic smoke into Matt’s face and mind. Matt knew what to do with out thinking. His pants where already off and he hadn’t a clue how that had happened but he didn’t care as they fell together in hot hypnotic lust.
Shiri’s legs wrapped around Matt’s chest as she got closer, Matt felt the himself being constricted tighter and tighter, but he didn’t care as he got closer and closer.
Shiri stopped her antics and looked deeply into Matt’s eyes while Matt was at his peak.
Blowing a soft slow puff of smoke into Matt’s numb face she said, “Don’t fall asleeeeeeeep.”
Colors and flashes passed in front of Matt’s eyes and as he exploded he felt this was the end of his life and didn’t care as it felt too good.

Matt’s eyes opened as he heard sirens outside the fence line. Looking around and astonished about his dream he quickly came to his senses and sprang out of his shack and looked a crossed the lot and into the street. He saw a woman in handcuffs and a cop with walking with a butcher knife towards one of the cars. The woman was defiantly not Shiri.
Sitting back down in his shack he thought about her again and again. All night long he couldn’t get Shiri out of his mind. He kept telling himself that it was just a dream.
The next morning he opened the gate and locked the shack as employees came onto the lot. He sat down in his car and saw a note on the windshield. Maybe one of the Employees put it there.
Matt reached out his window and grabbed the note. Pulling it inside he began to read.
Dear Matt,

It did happen, so let me explain. You where hypnotized by me. I was the other woman and not the wife. He told me that he wasn’t married. He broke my heart and I just got sick and tired of men doing that. I am a professional hypnotist and I decided to use my skill just this once for revenge. Please don’t think bad of me, I had to do it. I confronted his wife and she started calling me names and so on so I hypnotized her to kill her husband. They both paid for what they done to me. You need to know something. I really like you and will see you again. If you tell someone of this in anyway you will breathe out and never be able to breathe in again. I had no choice. I finally found a good man. Destroy this letter and I will see you tonight.
With love,
Shiri

MiNdCaNdY By Shiri

agnar — Wed, 15 Apr 2009 15:28:14 +0000

I wanted to relate a most interesting incident that took place this week. I am living with a Domme who proclaims to be a kind of hypno-witch. Some of the things she has told me about her past do seem rather far fetched. She tells me that she was the high priestess of a group who were developing hypnosis skills outside of the box, otherwise devastating hypnosis in the name of research for something greater. The group dismantled do to an incident of in which they where exposed to the media and the authorities a few years back.
I have tried painstakingly to catch her lying about her past, but with no reference, my hands are tied. The group’s goal was to simply develop a hypnotic system that once employed on a subject with or without the subject’s permission or without their knowledge, would induce an irresistible trance. Once a trance was achieved a suggestion would be given and no matter what that suggestion was it was carried out. Now this can be done, sounds difficult but possible; however two other rules were added. The entire damn thing had to occur in less than one minute and would work on anyone. Now I had to laugh and she laughed with me thus telling me they never reached their goal. I had to ask, hypothetically speaking of course, what they would have done if they had unlocked this secret? Her answer was ultimate power. I laughed harder and commented, “cool.” She tells me they would have done it if two of the girls had not gotten caught up in the greed. The group was disbanded after 16 years when two of the girls went into a jewelry store before closing and hypnotized the two attendants with their own jewelry. They cleaned out the place and were video taped doing it. Everyone split up and that is how she ended up here with me. She does continue this research today and her story has to be the most cockamamy thing I have ever heard and she really sticks to it, leaving me to wonder about her past.
Now I do have to admit she is the top of the line at deceptive hypnosis. She has shown me how to hypnotize using everyday objects. From Christmas trees to glasses of beer and watching the bubbles rise from the bottom, she got that one from T.V. Speaking of Television you should see what she can do with the movie Fantasia. She even put on a play using two of my socks as puppets and dropped everyone in the room. I didn’t even see it coming until it was two late and nobody knew what she was up to. Life is good…
This brings me to the point of what happened. She received a phone call and I was there when she got it. I have never seen her with such a giant smile. Turns out it was one of the girls from the original 13 girls in the witch coven, YIPES!
The girl, nick named wiz chick, was in the coven with her mom at a very early age and is now 21. She was raised her entire life on hypnosis and yes witchcraft. She got her nick name because she was bumped up two grades in school and held excellent grades the rest of the way. She related that she would be going to college here and was getting a job at a casino as a dealer. She asked if my girlfriend could be there at the interview because, and get this, she had a new hypnotic system that my girlfriend would be very interested in seeing.
This is worrisome, at this point I had enjoyed the fantasy about my girlfriend/domme and her tall tale about the hypno coven feeding my libido and always thought this tall tale was there to make her seem more mysterious by keeping me wondering if it was true or not. And great mother of god! Here they are talking about the old days on the phone laughing it up about all the deceptive hypnosis they used to pull, wiz chick’s first deceptive hypnotic induction of a guy at a carnival who took her 20 dollars at a rigged game and how she left with her money and a stuffed animal plus the guy was giving away all the stuffed animals to everyone who passed by the booth. There I was listening to all this with my wide open mouth and jaw on the floor.
The rest of the day my girlfriend was ecstatic. She would turn and look at me with a big smile and I kept my distance staring at her like as if she was a monster. She has done monstrous things during her domme sessions with clients. After all, she is a domme. But this, oh I wasn’t ready for this and she knew it. She milked it for everything it was worth. It then occurred to me that her and her friend might have plotted something like this to pull a psych game on me. She likes doing that and maybe she was doing it just to get back at me for never believing in her story.
Two days later there we were at the casino waiting and the idea of a psych game was slowly diminishing from my mind. My girlfriend kept fidgeting in her seat, her slender frame kept jerking around at every sound she heard in hopes that it would be her friend, I no longer thought this was any kind of an act. Suddenly we heard a voice, “Mama,” and a hug quickly followed.
My girlfriend dressed in a purple satin blouse, black pants and tons of that sexy evil looking make-up, you know, dark eyes, witch eye brows, did not look anything like this girl we came to see. She had next to no make-up, was wearing a tux, “that looked sharp and magician like,” her brown hair was parted down the middle and her bangs were held to the side with a plain silver hair beret. She looked like an innocent 16 year old girl that wouldn’t be very popular in school. She is pretty but harmless looking. I couldn’t see how she could be from the same stock as my girlfriend/domme plus I most certainly could not see her as a domme, and certainly not some kind of high powered hypnotist.
I asked about the Mama thing and she related that my girlfriend was just like a mother to her and she always referred to her as such. They talked about the suicide of one of the coven members who took out the jewelry store, they ordered a drink, and she got carded, she is 21, then the new hypnotic breakthrough was mentioned. My girlfriend asked, “Are you going to hypnotize you bosses to get the job?” Her only comment was,”wait and you’ll see. I have built on your theories and made a discovery that I think will help with the advancement of our hypnosis project, I want you to see it in action.”
The casino managers asked her why she wanted us there and she told them that my girlfriend had taught her everything she knew. Truth is my girlfriend can’t even play go fish, let alone casino poker, but I’m sure that’s not what she meant. She requested the best dealer in the house to play against and in ten minutes he was there.
The pro dealer was given five thousand in play chips and that’s what they were for, play, just to test out the skill of our new high roller dealer.
The game started like this. He would win one then loose two hands, win three hands and loose one. I was beginning to wonder as well as everyone else what the big deal was with her, she didn’t seem to be doing so hot. She didn’t speak much, only, “house wins or player wins.”
Then it started to happen. This pro in his early forties began loosing every single hand. They brought in another dealer just to check and see if she was cheating somehow. Soon he had lost all the play money, but it wasn’t over yet.
She asked the man if he wanted to play for real. The man replied, “Yes”, and she asked him how much he had in his wallet. The pro pulled out his wallet put eighty dollars on the table and she gave him 50 dollars in chips. The man said, ” hey, that’s eighty dollars.”
She said, “I know, but you want to give me a tip or we are not going to play.”
The man looked terrified of not being able to play and quickly agreed.
My girlfriend looked at me with a grin and since she has been teasing me with my recent fascination with MZD, she whispered in my ear, “Captured.”
The man looked angered as he lost his chips.
Then our young dealer said, “let’s play for your wedding ring. You win one out of three games and I will give you 500 in chips.”
The man agreed and lost his wedding ring.
Our young dealer who was not so innocent at all, turned to her right and as she opened a note book she asked the man, “do you own a house?”
The man answered yes as she placed a warranted deed in front of him and said, “ just sign and date here and I will fill out the address and get it notarized later. You win and you get your wedding ring back, one out of six games.”
The pro dealer actually signed the damn thing.
I was not catching what she was doing to him. Trust me, I know NLP when I hear it, I know an induction when I see it, but she hardly spoke a word, and this was getting real evil.
The man, needless to say, lost the house and placed his hand over his face in disbelief. She even took his car.
Then the shocker, she asked him if he had kids. The man said, “oh god.” He was shaking; his face was red, eyes teared up and our young dealer said, “one hand, you get it all back and five hundred more dollars in chips so you can keep playing.”
I am sure that it is against the law to play for children and win or loose it just does not occur.
She dealt the cards; the man looked at them on the table for a moment then suddenly picked them up and lost his kids. The cards dropped out of his hands and he buried his head in his arms on the table. I never felt so sorry for anyone in my life. The truth is, he actually felt that he had lost his kids.
Our young dealer said, “I think we’ve seen enough. He has nothing left to play with and I don’t play for souls.”
The man started balling and our young dealer started shushing him. He looked up at her and she ripped the warranted deed in half. She told him he could have everything back and it was ok. Then she asked, “Would you like to play again?”
The man shook his head no as he said, “I can’t stop, please help me.”
“I know and I’m going to fix that,” she replied. “So, do I get the job?” She asked the casino managers.
“Yes but we need to talk about your ethics,” one of them said.
“I’ll tone it down a lot. I’ll do just what it takes to make you guys happy and I’ll get as powerful as you need me to be for the high rollers.” She replied.
They asked her how she made him want to keep playing like that, but she wouldn’t reveal her secret. The only thing she would say was, “you have to make the game more appealing.”
She asked the managers if she could be alone with the pro dealer for awhile to do some counseling.
“Take all the time you need,” they said.
I watched her as she asked the man to sit up straight and relax. She proceeded with a lengthy induction and might I add she’s damn good. I thought to myself that I would love to be induced by her had I not just seen what she did to this poor man and she did it with a smile, a black bow tie tux and a look of innocent fun. But it was awful. Fifteen minutes and she had him. Little innocent her just tore him apart; there was nothing he could do to stop her.
I want to say that I enjoy the mind games played on me with hypnosis by my girlfriend. She will induce me with triggers and its fun. But, I have never seen someone held against there will and destroyed by someone who is so innocent looking, and using next to no effort.
Turns out, that she will be staying with us while she is here in college. This is going to get interesting. By the way, she is a domme.
She showed me how she did her trick on the dealer by playing cards with me a little. It stands to reason that this is a very dangerous mind control trick that she calls, “Mind Candy.” She told me that she came up with the idea from watching Star Trek.
I’ll explain it the best way I can. On the television show, a computer like game was passed around to all the crew. The game rewarded the player with a euphoric feeling every time the player won. Thus the player became addicted. A slot machine does the same thing. Bright lights and monotonous bells feed the senses for every win.
So I asked, “how come no one gets addicted to a slot machine like they got addicted to your card game?”
“Because my card game rewards you for loosing.” She replied. “When the player wins a hand I move my hands to pick up the cards awkwardly and slightly clumsy. I give no facial expression and win I say, “Player wins,” I blurt it out.”
“What happens when the house wins?” I asked.
“I glide my hands over to the cards when I pick them up. I say, “house wins,” in a very nice pleasing way and on the next hand I deal him, I quickly deal each card to him only to slow down when I glide my hand off the card. I keep a soft smile never ever letting him see me without staring into his eyes. The only time I do look away is when he wins.” She went on to say, “everything on that table turns negative when he wins and everything on that table turns positive when he looses. The human mind accepts suggestions from all different kinds of senses. Spoken words is one, reading is another. But the most powerful is pictures as they register in the mind the fastest. We are bombarded with suggestions all day long, from T.V. to Radio and so on. The suggestions are erratic and not very focused at all. The conscious mind takes care of us as only some suggestions are allowed through. The subconscious mind does have some control over what suggestion enter. The subconscious mind of the player at the table is led to believe that it is alright to loose and that it is in perfect control. The conscious mind doesn’t like it and a battle sets in over who is in control and the subconscious mind will always win that battle if it thinks it is in perfect control and nothing is wrong. A drug user always thinks he is in control, even though he is loosing the game. The subconscious continues to feel good each time the player looses and it releases feel good chemicals in the body. We all do this self destructive thing. Stop smoking or it will kill you, we keep doing it. Get out of that relationship with that person, he or she is bad for you, but we stay there. Each hand I played was like falling in and out of love or feeling that needle in the arm of the drug user. Give the drug, take it away, be rewarded when you loose, Mind candy.
I asked her, how come he kept loosing. She told me that the subconscious was making him loose on purpose, forcing him to make very stupid mistakes, so it could enjoy the nice hand movements and seductive shifting of the cards. The conscious mind kept getting shunted and pushed off until only the now addicted subconscious remains.
The more valuable the asset that he lost the more addicted he became. He really wanted to loose in the worst way, just like a drug user wants a stronger fix every time he gets high. I could have made him do anything just to loose to me again, from hurting someone to forgetting how to breathe at 2:00 PM tomorrow. Implant the suggestion and loose another hand.
We played a few hands and I admit I was screwed in about five minutes. I knew what she was doing and didn’t care. I tried to win but the harder I tried the more I lost, until those cards and the way she moved her hands, let me say this, I could feel every card in my whole body when she moved them, I just wanted to see her move the cards around. I almost passed out when she fanned the cards out for me, but it was sooo nice.
She moved the cards around in numerical order and started placing them on the table backwards. Nine, eight, seven and eye closure occurred when she asked for it. She didn’t need to do that but getting under with the cards was sooo good. I was so affected by this that regular hypnosis doesn’t even come close. This is the kind of hypnosis us subs are looking for and I do now find the wiz kid to be extremely attractive. Yet, this is too much power and I will leave that statement at that.
I will tell you that I left out a lot of details, at her and my girlfriends request about this technique they call Mind candy. They will be editing this to make sure that know one will get enough to reproduce this technique, but the theory is there and if you say well this has been explored before, all I can tell you is that I left out a lot of stuff, “not that I understood it anyway,” and I’m sure they will rip out more. I tried to sneak in here all I could.
That evening we brought in all of wiz kids stuff from the back of her truck. I was surprised to find that all her personal belongings, like cloths and things were in one small trunk and that all she had. She did not have room for anything else, because the rest of the truck was filled with psychology books and boxes filled with thousands of papers she calls research. She has one laptop and I asked her why she didn’t put all that research on disk or something. She told me she did and the extremely Heavy boxes I hauled in the house is her back up system. OLD SCHOOL sore back.
The two of them, my girlfriend and wiz kid got to work right away. Opening boxes and comparing notes, just like the old days I guess. I heard them brainstorming on one instant. A suggestion came up and it was, “how about a video game?” They want to get the remaining original members of the coven back together again. They plan to be at Barns and Noble and the public library all day today. We have every psychology book I think has ever been written and that’s not enough.
Do I think they can do it? No I don’t. Do you remember one of the rules, technique must be deployable in under one minute. And like I said, I left out stuff. To compress this technique down to one minute I think is impossible.

To my Coven I write this: Do you see the spirits that dance in the shadows at dusk? Do they call to you for play? Do they make love to you under the bright light of a silvery moon? Does the goddess FILL IN THE REST.
My children please mail me at xxxxxxxxx and fill in the rest. This is not a trick to get you to come out from hiding. We all know the remainder of this spell and that it is genuine. I know of the crescent moon and the spiral in it that is tattooed on all of our right shoulders. How much do you think he had to drink? You recognize all that has been written here. It is truly me your mother. Come home.

Shiri (assumed name)
Lukesh1 over and out…..