Test Subject_(0)

Test Subject Ch. 01
by Gargoyle23 ©

“I’m home!” I heard her shout as she walked through the front door. The her I refer to is my oldest sister Lauren, a total knockout. She’s five foot ten, slender, with nicely large breasts and a gorgeous face framed with stunning red hair, which comes from my mother’s side of the family. Similar can be said for my other two sisters, Eliza and Ashley, save the fact that Eliza is a blonde.

I on the other hand, have been told I resemble my father (a comparison I’ve never had the luxury of making). Apparently he desperately wanted a boy, and not long after the birth of Ashley took off. What he didn’t know was that Mom was once again pregnant, with me. I’ve been described as scrawny and skinny, but I prefer the term wiry. I don’t know if I’m handsome or not, but none of the girls I’ve known have complained about my looks. I’ve got thick, unruly brown hair which I like to get cut short out of my way, grey eyes and a serious crush on Lauren. But of course I have never been able to act on this; she’s my sister for God’s sake! That is, up until now.

You see, part of Science project for school was about hypnotism. I was a cynic, not believing in it, until I got a friend to teach me what he knew. And he was good. Damn good. And he taught me well. He had told me I would make a great hypnotist. I made a study of hypnotism on animals such as dogs and cats which netted me an A+, but now I had my sights set on other subjects.

“Loz, can you come in here a minute?” I shouted out to my sister. I heard her dump her bag in her room and knock on my door before pushing it open. She posed in the doorway before entering, a little model type move which always has me secretly drooling. I don’t know why she does that, but she’s only ever done it in front of me.

“Yeah, what do you want?”

“Can you just help me with something for school?”

She paused, given that when I was younger I would ask her something like this and then proceed to play some nasty trick on her.

“Seriously, it is a school thing. My teacher gave me an A+ on my original project, so I’m figuring if I can extend it for the next one…”

“You’ll get another one. Got it.” We’re always finishing each other’s sentences like that. Runs in the family. “Fine, I’ll help. So what’s the project?”

“Hypnosis.”

She snorted.

“Bah! What’d you go wasting your time on that nonsense for? Still, I said I’ll help and I will. What do you want me to do?”

“Just sit down here on the bed in front of me.” I moved my chair so that I was facing her, just under an arm’s length away.

I raised my index finger. “Just look at my finger. Concentrate on it. Watch it as I move it closer. You will begin to fall into a trance.” I spoke very soothingly as I slowly moved it between her eyes. “As you see it coming closer your trance will deepen. Your trance is getting deeper and deeper. As your trance deepens your right hand will feel very light, and will slowly begin to lift. Deeper and deeper.” I wasn’t sure that it would work but sure enough her hand started to rise. “You are beginning to feel very relaxed. Your eyes are feeling very heavy. By the time my finger touches your nose you will be in a deep relaxing trance and your eyes will be closed.” I still moved very slowly, not wanting to hurry, not wanting to stuff this up. She was also a cynic, so I had to proceed very carefully. Eventually my finger touched and her eyes were closed.

“You are now in a deep relaxing trance, under my complete control. Your limbs are heavy, you cannot move.” This was a test. She moved and it was game over. If she moved I would have to try to laugh it off as a joke. But she didn’t.

Now came the hard part, the ultimate test. “Lauren, I am going to say wake and you will wake up feeling relaxed and refreshed. You will not remember being hypnotised. Whenever I say nap, you will automatically go into a deeper trance, immediately going completely limp.” I needed a test. Something to make sure that she wasn’t just joking. Oh well, I’ll just wake her and then take it from there.

“Wake.” She blinked back to life.

“Well, when are we going to start?”

Beautiful. She was a somnambulist, someone who wouldn’t remember what happens when she’s in a trance. But I was paranoid. I had to make sure.

“Nap.” She immediately fell back onto my bed. My mind immediately began filling with possibilities, but I pushed them all back. I didn’t want to mess this up. So I had to check how well I could control her.

“Loz, you are feeling an itch on your inner thigh. It is driving you insane. You will wish to scratch it, but carefully so I won’t notice.” I got up and moved my small mirror to a corner of the room so if I turned the other way I would still be able to see her. “Loz, wake up.”

She blinked back to life again and her face automatically twitched as the itch kicked in.

“Come on, already. Actually, before you do, could you loan me a pen?”

“Sure.” I said, turning my back to her and moving to my desk while watching the mirror. She immediately began scratching like mad. I grabbed a pen and turned back quickly. She blushed and stopped immediately, but remained cool.

“I’ll just drop this off in my room.” She started to get up, still wincing at not being able to attend to her itch.

“Nap.” She collapsed back on the bed. She was now perfectly conditioned. I could now act on six years of secret desire (I am eighteen, she is twenty-four). But I couldn’t move too fast, lest she come out of her trance and then whoa boy I’d be in trouble. I glanced at the clock. Three o’clock. That would give us at least two glorious hours while Eliza was working on a project at the library and Ashley and Mom are at work. Still, baby steps, baby steps. This was my first time hypnotising a human and I had to be cautious.

I stared at the splayed Lauren before me. She was wearing low, tight jeans which showed off her gorgeous legs and a tight top that barely contained her marvellous breasts. She wore little make up, her pale skin contrasting brilliantly with her striking red hair. Now I could finally lay eyes on all of her, but I wanted to savour it.

“You are now my slave. When no-one else is around I will refer to you ‘Slave’ and you will call me ‘Master’. You will always feel a need to please me as much as possible, although you will not act on that need around others. Around others we will act like normal brother and sister, but deep in your mind their will still be the need to fulfil me. You find me very arousing and pleasuring me will give you great satisfaction.