Chapter 2: Building Tension
“I did what last night?” My breath hitched and my gaze ping-ponged around our tiny dorm room. The smell of last night’s sushi saturated the air and my books lay scattered on the floor like someone had thrown a temper tantrum. “Did you record it?” I asked.
James smirked as he kicked the door shut. “Oh, baby, do I have a treat for you this morning.” He walked over to his bedside table, picked up his smartphone and pressed play.
The sound of my voice whispering the suggested affirmations under hypnosis filled the room. It was mesmerizing – no pun intended – knowing I was under the power of my own words, under James' influence. The experience felt exhilarating and terrifying all at once.
My cheeks burned as I recalled every word. In the recording, I suggested to myself to enjoy increased sexual pleasure and experimentation. It was something new, something taboo that stirred a tantalizing curiosity within me. James had planted a seed and I’d fully embraced it.
Or at least my subconscious had. I was eager to see where this hypnotic journey would lead us.
As we headed to the library later that evening, I was bubbling with curiosity. “So, does this mean I can make myself do anything while I'm hypnotized?”
James cocked his head and pushed his glasses up his nose.
"Well, there are limitations and ethical considerations. But yes, suggestions can shape your actions and feelings, as long as they don't violate your core values and beliefs."
"So, something like a sudden fascination with public displays of affection, for example?" I asked, voice barely above a whisper.
His eyes gleamed mischievously. "Now, Amy, I can't be sure that'd work. Plus, you shouldn't give in to impulses that could make you uncomfortable or embarrassed."
The library loomed ahead, quiet and full of secrets.