Just allow yourself.
To sink into whatever it is. 
That you are sitting or laying on now. 
Allow your mind to focus on my words.
And let each word. 
Slip. 
deeper.
And deeper.
Into your mind.
As you begin to feel your body relaxing.
And letting go.
Focusing on the sound of my voice.
And letting everything else start to fade away.
The more you focus.
The easier it is for you to simply.
Imagine what I describe.
To let the world around you fade away.
And enter into this experience.
Easily and deeply. 
It’s ok if you want to let your eyes close.
Or if you want to focus on something.
It’s completely up to you.
Whatever helps you to fade away .
Into my words the most.
Is what you should clearly.
Decide to do.
Now.
And as you focus more and more on my words.
The world around you starts to fade away.
And a new world starts to take it’s place. 
Someplace public. 
Someplace with a lot of people moving around.
Something like a shopping mall. 
Where people can more about their day.
But without really needing to interact with anyone else.
You can see and feel yourself.
Moving through this space. 
Moving around the people that are there.
Watching them as they pass.
As they go about your day. 
There is something both exciting.
And comforting.
About being in a space with a lot of people.
Something about not being alone.
That makes you feel safe.
But at the same time.
Exposed.
Vulnerable. 
That dichotomy can be quite stimulating. 
On a normal day, you could easily slip through the crowd.
Barely noticed.
But today is not a normal day. 
As you move through the crowd.
You suddenly feel someone grab you from behind.
In your surprise you make a noise.
A grunt or a scream… it doesn’t really matter.
But the crowd turns to look .
You feel the person behind you.
Holding you close .
Trying to restrict your movements. 
Prevent you from leaving. 
You begin to struggle .
Begin to try to free yourself. 
Twisting your arms and moving your legs.
Trying to break free.
But they seem to be one step ahead of you .
Every time. 
Anticipating your moves.
And then you feel it.
A soft, but sturdy fabric .
Being wrapped around your wrists… 
Binding them together behind your back. 
You push back against this person .
With all of their might. 
But they were expecting just that.
And they simply move out of the way. 
Letting you slide past them.
Feeling yourself losing your balance.
As you try to recover you feel your wrists.
Bound tightly together. 
Your attempt to escape has put you.
Into and even worse situation.
As you look around you notice the crowd all staring.
Watching you as you struggle. 
You can feel their eyes watching you .
Every step of the way as you wiggle and try to free yourself.
Your not sure who it is that is attacking you. 
That is trying to subdue you. 
Maybe there is something familiar about them.
Maybe it’s someone you know, and trust.
Maybe it’s someone you’ve always wanted.
To do something devious and aggressive .
But who has always been too shy, or unaware.
Who has suddenly decided to give you what you want… 
Or maybe, it’s a perfect stranger.
Who picked you out of the crowd.
It’s totally up to you.
Up to what you want to experience this time around.
Whomever, or whatever you choose.
You can feel your pulse rising. 
Your adrenaline pumping. 
You move to try and regain your balance.
Only to have your feet .
Easily pushed out from under your.
You feel yourself start to fall .
Only to be caught by your attacker.
Laid gently face down on the ground.
For a moment you can’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.
As you realize you are safely on the ground. 
A fall like that could have hurt.
But this person kept you safe.
Of course that brief moment of peace.
Is broken as you feel your attacker sitting on you butt.
Pinning you to ground.
As they wrap the cloth rope.
Around your ankles.
You immediately react by trying to spread your legs.
To keep your ankles from being bound together. 
But a second later you feel the rope being pulled tight.
The gap between your legs closes.
And your feet slam together almost instantly. 
As you struggle and grunt. 
Trying to pull your ankles apart.
You feel the ropes holding you in place.
As they start to tie your ankles.
More tightly. binding them together.
Unable to move.
You start to shift and rock from side to side.
Trying to throw this person off of you.
But their weight keeps you from getting leverage.
You look around and see the crowd just watching. 
Staring at you. 
Watching with a fascination.
You can see their faces betraying their confusion.
Their excitement. 
Some find the situation, stimulating, even arousing.
While others find it terrifying.
You can see that some of the people watching, 
Wish that they were in your place.
Struggling to get free. 
But slowly losing more and more control .
Other you can tell want nothing more then to scream.
And run away, but are captivated by the scene in front of them.
And still others you can tell.
Wish they were the ones holding you down. 
Tying your body up little by little. 
For a split second your thoughts. 
focus on nothing but the people watching you.
And how that makes you feel. 
Excited and scared.
Nervous, embarrassed, even aroused… 
Whatever it is that you feel is perfectly fine.
But that feeling moves through you body. 
Deeply and rapidly. 
But then you feel your thighs being tightly bound.
And your mind snaps back to your current situation. 
You forgot to keep struggling .
And now your captor has managed to tie your legs.
Completely together. 
You wiggle and struggle.
And feel them move from sitting on your butt.
To kneeling on one knee. 
You think this is your opportunity and try to roll to your side.
To see if you can buck them off of you.
Or kick them aside with your now bound together legs.
If you can get them away you might be able to get help.
Although help isn’t really what you want.
Deep down you have only two desires.
The desire to kick the person away.
Causing them to flee, 
So even in your helpless state, 
You would find yourself victorious.
And proud.
Or.
To be rendered completely helpless.  
To be bested by this person.
Bound and made helpless, 
Despite your struggles.
Despite your best efforts. 
You don’t want someone else to help you .
Win or lose.
You get what you want.
And you’ll get it all on your own. 
As you move to your side to try and kick them off. 
You find that once again. 
They were ready for you.
Their knee moves to block your shoulder.
Preventing you from being able to roll.
You quickly decide to shift and try the other way .
But before you can even start your turn .
They grab your shoulders and pull your upper body .
Up off the floor.
Leaving you in a kneeling position.
The crowd watching you .
Completely captivated by your capture.
As you watch them all staring at you .
You feel another rope tied around your waist.
Joining with the rope that is tied around your wrists.
Locking your wrists to your waist.
You shake your shoulders violently. 
As you try to get the person off of you.
Trying to stand despite your legs being tied together.
As you are stuck kneeling with the person holding you down. 
They wrap a rope around one shoulder and down your chest, 
And then the other shoulder… 
Locking them off at your wrist.  
Creating a kind of harness .
So that as you try to move any part of your arms.
Or upper body .
The ropes wrapped around other parts will keep them from moving. 
No matter how you try to move.
One of the binds keeps you in place.
The only chance you seem to have is to go forward.
To try and wiggle or crawl free.
But they anticipated that. 
And just as you go to jerk forward.
Their arm wraps around your chest.
And their foot comes forward to brace themself.
Holding you in place as you grunt and struggle.
You put all of your might into it. But you can’t seem to move.
Can’t seem to push anywhere. 
A moment later you relax. 
But the second you do they quickly move.
Wrapping a rope between the binds on your wrists.
And the ones connecting to your ankles.
As you gasp for breath to rebuild your energy .
You hear the rope being pulled tight.
And feel your torso being pulled back and down.
Your butt leans back onto your legs.
As your shoulders and wrists are pulled back .
And bound to your ankles.
Your entire body is now in one .
nice , neat, tight bind.
There is no room for you to struggle any more. 
No matter what you try to do, 
You the binds prevent you from moving.
More than a fraction of an inch. 
You can’t even get leverage to topple over to your side.
Your body is too tightly bound.
Too tightly restricted.
Helpless.
You realize you aren’t going anywhere.
Your struggles have led to nothing.
You’ve lost… and you know it. 
You feel that rush of excitement flow through you.
The adrenaline and arousal spiking in your body.
As you watch the crowd staring at you.
One or two people slowly starting to clap.
As they applaud your captor, 
Like this is some kind of demonstration. 
But you’re not done yet.
You may not be able to move.
But you can still speak.
You start to laugh just a bit.
As your attitude starts to come out for the first time. 
You have only one weapon left… 
Your witt.  And you plan to do as much damage to this persons ego .
As you can. 
The audience slowly quiets as they see you grin.
You inhale to start your commentary… 
A string of well thought out criticisms, and insults.
Ready to be levied against your attacker. 
But before the first syllable can be utterred.
You feel a thick, wide cloth .
Wrapped around your mouth. 
The sound is instantly muffled.
You can hear only mumbles.
And in a crowded, noisy public space.
You know that your audience can’t hear anything more.
Then a slight whimper.
Your last chance at victory has been turned to defeat.
Your lion's roar of aggression and pride.
Turned into a whimper and the sounds.
Of helplessness. 
You struggle and yell into the cloth.
Only to realize you’ve lost.
Stuck on display for the crowd to watch… 
But your attacker isn’t done. just yet… 
As you are stuck on your knees.
Watching the crowd slowly get closer.
You feel your shoes being pulled from your feet.
Slowly wiggled off of your left foot.
And then your right. 
You feel the cool air on your feet .
And then feel your socks being pulled down .
One by one. 
A soft touch along the soles of your feet.
As they are exposed to the cool air of this public space.
The cold hard floor more evident as the exposed tops of your feet.
Press down onto the floor. 
You see the crowd watching.
Completely captivated themselves by the scene before them. 
And then you hear it.
The unmistakable… clear as day.
Metallic click. Of a pocket knife. 
For a moment your mind races to a dozen places.
Each one more terrifying then the next.
Until you hear the sound of your clothes.
Being slowly cut away. 
You feel more and more of your skin .
Being exposed to the cool air of this public space.
You can see the audience watching you.
Slowly as you are more and more exposed .
You hear a few of the people gasp.
And others start to make a more.
Approving moan. 
Little by little your clothes are cut, 
And pulled out from under your binds.
You can feel the pieces sliding along your skin.
Before the skin itself is exposed for all to see.
Piece by piece .
Exactly how exposed they leave you.
Is completely up to you.
You are free to let them only remove a few things.
Or you are free to feel yourself.
Become Completely naked.
Exposed.
The only thing covering you at all .
Being the ropes.
That hold you in place.
Watching the audience look over your body.
Watching them take in your form .
While you are helpless to resist.
As you sit there, bound.
Forced to kneel, 
Exposed in this public space.
A space that is getting more and more crowded.
With each passing word that you hear.
The audience seems to be drawing closer.
Step by step. 
As if they themselves aren’t aware they are doing it. 
Captivated, but your captivity. 
Ensnared by your helplessness.
Your eyes dart around .
As you struggle against your binds.
But the more you struggle.
The more you twist and pull.
The more tired you become.
And your binds show no sigh.
What so ever.
Of weakening, or loosening. 
And then you see it.
Slowly being dangled in front of you. 
A crystal pendant.
It’s not perfectly clear.
The pendant itself has a very distinct, color to it. 
However light and faded it may be. 
But the light that reflects .
And refracts off of that pendant. 
Shows a rainbow of colors. 
Shilfting and fluctuating as the pendant slowly turns.
And sways before you. 
The audience seems to gasp. 
For a brief moment you get a glimpse of yourself in a reflection.
Your face and body lit up with a patchwork display of colors.
As the light reflects off your body. 
The instant you see the pendant your eyes are drawn to it. 
But then you realize what is happening. 
Realize the point of the pendant. 
You turn away and close your eyes.
Smiling to yourself as you feel that you…
Have managed to beat your would be hypnotist.
They can’t hypnotize you if you don’t look. 
But you don’t hear them say anything.
Don’t feel anything. 
Other then the eyes of the audience staring at you. 
You can hear them talking.
Chattering in the back ground.
Curiously watching.
But you don’t hear anything from your hypnotist.
You simply sit there.
For what seems like hours… 
But probably only a few seconds.
You open one eye just a bit.
And find the pendant still there.
Dangling in front of you.
Waiting for you.
Lights shining across your face.
Across your eyes.
You slam your eye shut.
But the image is in your mind now.
The image of the pendant. 
Floating in front of you.
Sparkling in the light. 
You can’t seem to shake it.
Can’t seem to resist it. 
You shake your head to try and get the image to go away.
But it doesn’t. 
It just sits there .
In your mind .
Almost washing away your thoughts.
As it sparkles.
Slowly and deeply .
In your mind .
You dont’ really realize it.
But your shoulders are starting to relax.
To you you are struggling.
Just as hard.
Just as deeply .
But you are being lied too.
But your own mind. 
The audience can see you.
See you relaxing a bit.
See that expression of confidence and determination.
Slowly fading away to one of relaxation.
And calm. 
Your posture relaxes a bit more.
Or at least as much as it can .
While your tied up. 
And helpless.
Unable to move .
After a while you find that you just feel .
Good.
With the image of the pendant in your mind.
Slowly sparkling before you .
You once again open up, just one eye. 
To see if the pendant is there… 
And of course it is. 
But this time you just can’t help but see.
Just how relaxing.
How beautiful that pendant is now.
How nicely it sparkles for you.
How it just seems to make .
The rest of the world.
Fade away.
Nothing else matters but the pendant. 
Your other eye opens.
And you seem to just stare.
At the pendant. 
The cloth over your mouth. 
Preventing the audience from seeing your face completely.
But even they can notice your jaw relaxing.
And falling open. 
The person that captured you. 
Slowly raises the pendant up. 
Before your eyes.
And hangs it above you. 
The higher it goes the more your head tilts. 
Up.
Up.
Up. 
To follow it. 
Soon your head it tilted almost all the way back.
Staring up at the pendant, as it hangs on it’s perch.
Breathing slow and calm. 
Unaware of anything else around you .
All the remains is the pendant. 
The binds that tie your body.
So tightly.
Seem to be completely forgotten.
As you sit. On display.
For the audience that watches you…
As you sit there.
Helplessly staring up at the pendant.
You hear the voice of your captor.
Whispering in your ear.
The audience around you completely forgotten.
But on some level you can still feel their eyes watching you.
The voice is too far away.
Too distant.
Like the audience .
You just can’t seem to bring them into your mind.
The pendant has occupied too much space.
But you feel their effects.
You feel your pulse racing.
Your breathing starting to become gasps. 
As your mind floods with memories… 
Or even desires.
Of your most intimate encounters.
Feelings of all the places you like to be touched.
And exactly how you like to be touched.
Your body responds as if your favorite fantasy.
Or lover, 
Was with you… 
In every way .
The memory of a thousand touches.
Caresses, 
Kisses and pleasure.
All come flooding into the back of your mind.
And filter through the crystal.
Refracting out across your whole body.
Flooding your mind, and body.
With pleasure.
A pleasure that builds.
More and more deeply.
Until your body can’t help but climax. 
Openly in front of the audience.
And audience who can hear your moans of pleasure.
Can see your body shaking. And twitching.
And can tell quiet easily from some other more.
Fluid evidence.
Of just how much pleasure you’d just been through. 
But your too deeply hypnotized to really notice.
And the suggestions of pleasure.
The memories of your fantasies are looped.
So as you calm down.
You start to feel the pleasure building.
Again and again.
Keeping you stuck in this loop.
The deeper you sink.
The more pleasure you feel.
And the more pleasure you feel.
The deeper you seem to simply.
Sink.
Sink.
Sink.
All they way down.
Deeper and deeper.
Over and over again.
All of the sensations that you are feeling.
Being bound and helpless.
Hypnotized.
The audience watching you.
And all of the pleasure that your feeling.
From this deeply public situation.
Of course.
Your kind of stuck here.
Now.
Aren’t you.
Helpless to move.
Unable to think.
Simply focused on the pendant.
And tied in position.
And here is where you will stay.
For as long as you would like.
When you finally want to wake up.
You can simply take a deep breathe.
And let the image fade.
And wake up.
But it’s ok if you want to stay here.
For a while.
Bound and focused.
On display.
For everyone to see.
And just feel all of those sensations.
Helping you slip.
Deeper and deeper.
Down.
The deeper you go.
The more vivid they will be.
And the more vivid the sensations become.
The deeper you will go.
Until you decide to wake up.
But for now.
Simply enjoy these feelings.
Again and again.
Now.