Doors in the Mind
by psiberzerker©

It started as a party trick. I'd been into mysticism, sacred geometry, and mentalism for a long time, and one of my friends asked if I'd hypnotize her on a lark. My manipulative streak kicked in, and soon, my friends watched as I had her take off all her clothes, and dance around the room naked.

Granted, this wasn't the most modest girl knew, and we'd seen her do similar things under the influence of alcohol. Still, it was a rather impressive demonstration. It Impressed two of my friends particularly. They'd been going out a couple years, and in all that time, he'd talked her into letting him touch her breast when they where kissing.

She was vying for the dubious distinction of the most modest girl I knew, her prudishness bordered on Erotiphobia. She didn't even masturbate, needless to say, she was a virgin. After the party, he asked if I could hypnotize her into putting out. He didn't use those exact words, but that was it, in a nutshell.

I didn't make any promises, but was intrigued by the challenge. As I told him, hypnosis just doesn't work without trust, and any she had for me hit the floor with every stitch of clothing I'd talked that girl out of. I'd also have to basically put her under without her knowledge, since she sure as hell wouldn't consent. All the literature I'd read stated unequivocally that it couldn't be done. They also stated as unequivocally that you couldn't make someone do something against their character, and this seemed to apply as well.

I still agreed to try, but had him promise to follow my directions. The first was when I said "Phrenology," he must be as quiet, and unobtrusive as possible. This'd be hard enough without any distractions. The first step was to gain her trust. She didn't even want to be alone with me, because "I freaked her out" even before the strip tease incident.

She still tolerated my presence, because I can be charming, and entertaining. I'm also highly intelligent, but I don't make a big deal out of it. The way I see it, it makes up for some physical limitations. I may come off as a creepy little freak, but that didn't keep people from coming to me for advice, and answers.

She was having trouble in math, Euclidian geometry to be precise, and I agreed to help her study. I'd been hanging out with them a while, and she started getting used to me. Her boyfriend was there the whole time, but now it was because he didn't want to leave me alone with her. Like I said, I sometime have that effect on people.

As it turns out, our little math study sessions provided the perfect opportunity. All the numbers, variables, and abstract concepts lulled her into the right frame of mind. It was especially effective as I tended to recite formulae like "L time W times H divided by two" (area of a corner) in a singsong monotone of equal measured beats. I nonchalantly commented that she was getting stressed out in frustration, and he moved in to rub her shoulders like I'd arraigned beforehand. It would help her relax, and get comfortable with the situation. sure enough, she started to loll a little. Next, I pointed out that one of the formulas was used in "phrenology."

He nodded behind her, and kept rubbing. She asked about it, and I made up some bullshit about how it was a ratio of facial features thought to be the prime of beauty. She swallowed it, and went back to her study. "That reminds me," I went on, "Have you ever heard of a memory house?"

She'd seen Hannibal, but not read it, so she hadn't. I'd known about it before the book was even written, but was pleased when I'd read it. (in case you're wondering, I remembered Lecher referring to psychology as "on the level of phrenology," and that'd brought it to mind earlier. That's just the way my mind works.)

"It's a Mnemonic device," I droned on, "An imaginary construct where you can keep memories. It helps you organise your thoughts." the wording was deliberate. Phonetic repetition is an effective technique in hypnosis.

"How does it work?" she wondered fascinated.

"Lean back, and close your eyes," I instructed, but she balked suspiciously, "I'll help you make one."

"Don't try anything,," she warned me.

"I wouldn't dream of it," I lied, and nodded with a slow blink. The dream suggestion, and visual cues would work much better than saying something suspicious like, "You are getting sleepy, Verry Sleeeepy."

She relented, and closed her eves, but refused to relax. Her forgotten boyfriend stopped rubbing until I waved him on. "Now," I returned to her, "Visualize a room. it's empty now, but we can come back later to decorate. There's a door on the wall there, with the Pi symbol on it, open it, and look inside."