A magician show

[A_Man_For_You]

[Closed for brittneyhaller]


It was going to be a very classy and restricted evening. People form high society were always ready to pay a lot in order to do things lower classes can't afford, just to assure their superiority. And it was even better when a part of the money was given back to charity groups and societies helping people in ditress. That evening the show was about to start in a a private room of the Hilton hotel. 50 to 60 persons were attending the event and all had chosen their best clothing. They were all chatting and discussing around the tables holding glasses of wine and some little things to eat.
And there I was behind the curtain, loooking at them, observing them, detailing them. It was my audience for tonight. Because I was Fred Sparkles (a false name of course, but it suited my job), a well known magician whose tricks had bedazzled thousands of people around the world. I was going to give them a show worth the money they had put to come here. And perhaps I should even give myself a little reward... If only I could fine someone worth of it... Oh, yes, there she came in... I locked my eyes on her discreetly from behind the curtain, looking without being noticed. She was perfect.

 

[brittneyhaller]

Misha clapped politely, along with everyone else, as the MC announced Freddie Sparkles, a magician she knew only by reputation. He was supposed to be good, which she supposed meant that he was good at fooling people, but as long as it was in the name of entertainment, she supposed it wasn't that bad. Three years ago, she had married a fortune in software development, who had struggled to overcome his image as a geek by doing very tough, very man's man sorts of things. He had died in a mountaineering accident and she had inherited enough to make her one of the five richest women under 25 in the country.

In the two years since then, she had burned through a sizable chunk of the fortune mostly on charity. She was invited to all the right parties, but never got involved with anyone, because she felt surrounded by vultures, all wanting to scam her out of her husband's fortune. She was 5'6, blonde with a 36dd 24 36 figure. She had been working as a bikini model before her husband found her, and things had been simpler then. She wore a strapless satin cocktail dress that lifted her breasts up like they were on display, and let her show off her legs and her 5" heels. She had come on the arm of a colleague of her ex-husband's, who was very gay and very out and very involved with a man who hated parties. She was always happy for his friendship, but she was starting to get tired of being alone.

 

[A_Man_For_You]

The gorgeous blond woman was probably the youngest of the audience, and without any doubt the cutest and sexiest... Damn what a cleavage!
I finally stepped from behind the curtain, under the applause of my audience to which I smiled broadly. With my 6'4'' and large shoulders, I had quite a certain presence. Short and well-combed brown hair, blue eyes, and a sense of show, all with a large dose of charisma, I usually kept my audience locked to me. Nad I knew how ot guide them, to direct their eyes to one point while my other hand did a trick. After all, those tricks were as much a question of bluff and playing a role as of dexterity. I started with a few simple things, taking scrafes out of my hat, previously shown as empty, then chaging my wand into a a couple of roses ; with those I went to the edge of the scene and offered them to the ladies in the first rank. It all went on. My assistant, the young sexy Julia, provided me with the table and accesories I needed after that. Of course she was really talented and an asset in making sure my tricks were a success. The show went on, with more and more complex things. I had my audience completely locked to be, bedazzled eyes fixed on my every move.

And there came a moment I was really interested in... I stood alone on stage, vith a dim light and not a noise anymore. they were all waiting for my speech. And I announced proudly my great show of hypnosis. I was known to be able to make people do things they would never do and to force their bodies into very very strange things. I smiled at the applause and then I called for a volunteer, looking at all the audience but focusing my gaze on the young gorgeous blonde.

 

[brittneyhaller]

Misha was surprised to find herself clapping enthusiastically as the magician did his show. The truth was that there was nothing special about the tricks he was doing, but he did them with a style and a cocky charm that was absolutely delightful. She was surprised that he was living up to the reputation, and then the room darkened, til there was just a single spotlight on him. He announced that he was going to do a demonstration of hypnosis, and she remembered that was his thing. He didn't vanish monuments or teleport himself across the stage, but he made people do things....

"Go!" her friend hissed in her ear. "He's looking right at you!"

She blinked and realized he was right. She felt her face turn red, and the eyes of the audience were slowly turning to her. She wanted to hide, but she knew by now that you couldn't hide from these people. Whatever Fred Sparkles did on the stage would be entertainment and would be forgotten soon enough. If she flat-out refused, it would be talked about. She would be seen as no fun, a coward, afraid of a stage magician. It would end her reputation in the world that she moved in, so she gave an exaggerated, exasperated sigh and held her hand up in acceptance of the unspoken invitation. The audience clapped and the spot light found her, all but blinding her and making it harder for her to find her way onto the stage.

 

[A_Man_For_You]

I smiled broadly as she stood up and came forward.

- Yes, we have a volunterr. Please people, applause her, she is bold enough to come on stage in front of everyone.

I clapsed my hands to applause, followed by the audience. Damn she was perfect. So gorgeous. I helped up her on stage with my hand holding hers and I make a mall curtsey before kissing the back of her hand.

- Welcome Madam, what's your name... oh no let me guess...

I focused on her mind...

- Would you all please applause our dear Misha who volunteered for this.

Her baffled expression as I said her name was a delight. I smiled at her and leaned towards her ear to whisper a few advise.

- Don't be afraid Madam, I won't do something that could ahrm you or cause you trouble, You risk nothing, just a few things for the show. You'll be aware of everything during all this but your body would compel to me only, so don't be afraid and don't try to fight it. I promise you won't regret this and you won't do anything dangerous.

Then I guided her to a large and comfortable armchair that my assistant did put in the middle of the stage, sideways to the audience and invited her to sit there.

 

[brittneyhaller]

She had been on stages before, though never quite like this. She had done a few school plays and had auditioned for a few movies before she realized that she wouldn't get cast without giving up more than she was willing to. Before she had a chance to think about crossing that line, she had been married to a man wealthy enough to produce movies for her, but she had been more than happy, just being his wife. Now she was on a stage in front of some of the very wealthiest people in the city, and the fact that she was one of them did not make her feel any better. She was young, and had married her money, and she knew that she had to prove herself.

And one way to do so was to handle pressure with grace and poise, so she gave everyone a smile as the magician kissed her hand. She popped her eyes in surprise when he came up with her name, and for a moment she felt her heart racing with fear. If he could do that, what else could he do.

Then, of course, she realized that he could have recognized her from the tabloids. She wasn't exactly front page material, but her husband had been mentioned because of his daredevil lifestyle, and his untimely death, and because he had married a nobody.

She sat down in the chair he offered, crossing her legs gracefully and nodded at his instructions. Of course she would do what he wanted her to. That was the show, and to do anything else would rock the boat, which was exactly what she didn't want to do. The fact that she didn't believe in hypnosis was irrelevant. As soon as she had stepped on stage, she had become part of the show, and the show was her being hypnotized. She would play the part.

 

[A_Man_For_You]

Building a strong eye contact which one cannot break easily, I leaned towards her. Closer. I put my hands on the arms of the armchair and moved closer, staring right into her magnificent eyes. I could feel her nervousmness, although she was hiding it quite well. Probably no one in the audience could feel that. I was the one who could appreciate her breath, feeling her tensing a bit, trying to relax but not really able to, caught in the light as she was. I could smell her perfume. And so I talked to her. Sometimes softly, sometimes louod for the room to hear my voice. I repeated sentences in a flat tone, keeping my voice steady and rythmic, speaking about her will to submit, about letting me enter her mind, about hearing my voice only, about letting her body obey me, about her eyes getting full of sleep and her eyelids becoming so heavy. She closed her eyes, her breathing get slower, calmer, deeper. I let my eyes wander along her body and caught the show of her cleavage, those large magnificent curves, the birth of those breasts, movng up and down with her breath.
I stood up and watched the audience.

- Misha is now completely aware of everything that happens, all her senses are acutely open, as usual. But the only change is that her body won't obey her, I can make her do the things that I want. Of course I'm a gentlemna and won't take advantage of this, you know me.
I let the gigglings and laughters in the audience die, giving them a wink. That was the usual joke about it. Was it really a joke...?
- Anyway, I can order Misha to do things that go beyond what we usually think our bodies are capable of. We usually think we're restricted to some things, but it's only fear that block us. We can do more. and if fear doesn't block us anymore, then we could force our bodies to go far beyond the limits we put on them. let me show you...

I turned back to Misha and asked her to open her eyes and stand up. At my demand, she stepped up on the armchair, then on its' back. Yes, with ther heels on and as she wasn't really an acrobat by anture, she was standing straight on the back of the armchair. At my demand, she did a really nice jump from there, elegant and swift, and she landed graciously on stage. I knew she was aware of everything, she was feeling, seeing, hearing everything. And she could of course receive the applause from the audience.
My assistant brought another armchair. I asked Misha to put a foot on the back of it, then I put my hand behind her neck and let her lay backwards. I put her head on the first amrchair. And soon she was laying there, with her head resting on the back of one armchair, her feet on the other, and nothing between. More applause. Of course, that always gave good results.

it went on for a couple of things like that before I made Misha sit again in the armchair and close her eyes. My oice was speaking rythmically in a flat tone, talking her about regaining her conciousness and guide her body again. And soon she opened her eyes again, this time from her own will...



What most people didn't know, and MIsha was among them, is that hypnosis can go much further. I had took my time to go inside her mind and deposit there some ideas, some compellings, some feelings. I had changed her mind and there would be changes in the next hours/days of her life as my compels would bring her to do things she would never have done. I put in her mind that on the next morning she would ahev to go in a shop and buy new lingerie things ; nothing slutty, I told her to let the woman out, to make her sexy and desirable, but not a worthless whore. And a dress too to go with it. And to be completely clean and fresh and come here again in this hall, feeling some heat growing in her lower belly...
From there on, I could use the whole power of my hypnosis. Moreover she would do those things with her mind fully concious of what would be going on. I kept a few surprises for her there.



- Thank you Misha for this show of your talents.

I smiled at her, took her hand to help her stand up from the armchair and turned to the audience, applausing and cheering. I bowed and guided her to follow my move. THen I accompanied her to the edge of the stage and as the show ended, I just launched a white dove into the hall before disapearing in a cloud of white smoke.

 

[brittneyhaller]

The whole performance was nervewracking, and yet, as he had promised, she was perfectly safe and when he finished, she stood and gave a graceful little bow, before his assistant led her back off the stage so he could make his grand exit. She was stil trembling when he vanished, but she knew she had passed the test by the smiles she was getting. The point wasn't that she had been embarrassed publicly, but that she had handled it well. This was a room full of people that handled everything, and she had taken the first step towards showing she was one of them.

The next morning, she woke up early and worked out, sticking to her usual routine, despite the impulse that she had to go shopping. She oved to shop as much as anyone, but it had been a long time. She had been in mourning, and had felt it would somehow be wrong to indulge herself in a shopping binge. It had been two years, though, and she was tired of hiding. She drove down to the most exclusive boutiques, where she could get something appropriate to her stuation.

She was young, and rich, and single, after all, and it was as if her feet took her into the lingerie shop of their own will. This was beautiful stuff, designed to make a woman as sensual and sexy as possible, and she picked the best, a silky pink bustier with a matching thong, both trimmed in exquiite lace, and other pieces that felt right. When she left, she turned for a dress shop adn found exactyl the right little pink cocktail dress, daringly short, but graceful, not sleazy. A pair of stilettoes made the outfit, and then she went to the spa.

She spent the whole day making herself beautiful, without any particular reason in mind. That evening, she parked in front of the hall where the party had been the night before. There was nobody around. The place aws closed for the night, and she felt a little silly as she walked up and tried the front door. She went in slowly.

Just enough of the lights were on for her to find her way intothe auditorium, and she walked hesitantly, though she felt she couldn't stop heself, even if she had wanted to. The heat growing inside her just wouldn't allow it.

"Hello?" she said, her voice breaking the silence.

 

[A_Man_For_You]

The same large armchair was on the stage. It was only dimly litted, excpet for a light rright on the armchair. A little table with a couple of drawers stood besides the chair.
I saw her enter. Misha. Hotter than yesterday, if even possible. Her dress was stunning, showing her long legs in sweet stockings and ending in terrific heels. Her cleavage was made to grow lust. Without showing myself, I let my voice fill the hall.

- Come on stage sweet Misha. Come on in the light. Please have a look in the first drawer.

I had made sure to put some interesting things in the drawers. The first one contained a little white chocker with a metal ring in front and a soft silky red blinfold. The thoughts I put in her mind would let her know hot to handle this, for sure.