Student Teacher Performance Part 1

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Content Warning: given the setting of the story (high school) it should be assumed that any character involved in sexual activity is 18 or older. 

Induction

Christina King glanced at the French papers that were being pilled on her desk as the class filed out towards the school's auditorium. Teaching senior level French she was used to her students being more excited by anything on offer apart from her class. Even a fire drill was treated as a welcome break from verb conjugation.

Collecting the papers she followed the last student out turning off the lights in the room as they filed down the hall and into the assembly. As a fundraiser the Senior Class' graduation committee had organized the event, a performance by a stage hypnotist. The students filled in the center rows and the teachers, including Ms. King, took their seats in fold down chairs that ran along the side of the auditorium.

The stage was relatively sparse, with only a banner for the year's graduating class stretched across the front and a row of chairs aligned in the front. After everyone had settled the head of the graduation committee came out and introduced the show and its main (and only) performer Clive Walters.

A bit pudgy and wearing a slightly too tight suit jacket Walters came on the stage to mild applause. Most of the audience was probably already thinking about how after the hour long performance their school day would be over and they'd be allowed to go home for the day and for the weekend.

Ms. King glanced her friend Ms. Jacobs and shrugged already bored of this but knowing that she needed to watch her class and set a good example for the students. For her part Ms. Jacobs, a gym teacher, rolled her eyes at the silliness of hiring a stage hypnotist but said nothing.

The performer opened by talking about hypnosis, how it was a natural process and despite what people might have seen on television or in the movies it could not make anyone do anything they didn't want to. He smirked at the audience, "But that means that anyone who does something when under hypnosis must really have wanted to."

The assembled classes laughed politely but it was obvious that like the teachers they were still waiting for something interesting to happen. A slightly overweight man in a suit was not a great way to end a Friday.

Perhaps sensing that their attention was wavering the hypnotist called for volunteers, gesturing to the seats lined up on the stage. A few students came up, mostly the ones that everyone would have expected the outgoing seniors. However after a few minutes there were still empty seats left and hypnotist Clive Walters seemed to be getting desperate.

"Go on up," Ms. Jacobs whispered, "at least you'll get to sleep through this thing. Besides it's for a good cause."

Christina sighed, stood and headed towards the stage. She wanted to be a good sport about this and so figured that if her volunteering would help the show then it was the least she could do. She settled into one of the chairs on the stage, glancing out at the crowd watching.

Relieved Walters asked the audience to be quiet for a few minutes while he worked on his hypnotic induction. He gestured towards a member of the AV club who was running the soundboard and a new age music started to play as the hypnotist turned his attention to the assembled volunteers.

Gesturing to an exit sign near the back of the auditorium he asked the assembled volunteers to look at it. In fact, Christina noticed, he said 'focus' on it and she did allowing her eyes to settle on the red letters of the sign spelling out 'EXIT'. She wished that she was able to head that way now, but would have to indulge this for a little longer.

"And now as you do that a few other things will happen. You won't need to be aware of them, or to worry about them or anything. You just need to sit there and focus on that sign," the hypnotist explained, "Which is very easy, to do. At this point it's been a long day and you might like to relax and just focus on the sign and sit and relax. Breathing naturally as you listen and relax, the red letters of the sign all you need to focus on as you wonder what hypnosis will feel like how relaxed you will become as you sink deeply into trance."

Christina King let out a sigh and settled into the chair, feeling her shoulders slump slightly as she relaxed a bit more. If she was going to be sitting up on stage for much longer she figured that she might as well get comfortable. The hypnotist's voice had taken on a soothing melodic tone, one that was surprisingly pleasing to her and so for the moment she went along with what he was asking and ensured that her sole focus was on the sign and not the range of other things that he was describing or what he was doing at the moment. She was only vaguely aware that he was pacing the stage, every so often touching one of the subjects as he continued his hypnotic induction.

What the crowd, and the hypnotist himself, had noticed was that the volunteers had increasingly become still. Some had begun to slouch backwards in their chairs, while others had begun to blink in an obvious fashion. Ms. King's students could notice their teacher's head had begun to tilt forward, heavy and sinking.

It was a change in herself that King did not notice as her own focus was narrowing and the edges of her vision blurring as she listened and relaxed. Soon there was just the red letters spelling out 'EXIT' and not a voice speaking to her guiding her down or an audience watching intently or other volunteers one by one closing their eyes and slumping forwards in their chairs. Then there was briefly the voice again, saying one word, "Sleep."

Aftershow

The events of the show were remembered as if through a fog. Ms. King put up with the teasing of her students after the performance ended and even her friend and fellow teacher Ms. Jacobs came by to laugh at what the young teacher could not remember doing. As the students filed out for the weekend a few stayed back to ask questions of the hypnotist and the graduation committee began to clean up after the performance.

After thanking those who stopped by to chat and taking any of the questions they had, the stage hypnotist made his way over to Christina. He smiled, "Thanks for volunteering and helping fill up the stage."

She waved her hand to indicate that it hadn't been a problem, "I was cajoled a bit but if it helps a good cause then it's the least I could do." 

He laughed, "A charitable act, well that's good. I can't complain, it got you up on stage and you were a hit."

"I kind of wish I could remember what I did," King said.

"Oh nothing too bad, this was my all ages show so nothing lurid," the hypnotist replied.

The news that there was something called an adult hypnosis show was news to the French teacher and caused her to blush slightly. She wondered what that involved, but figured that asking would just open doors she wasn't interested in exploring. Glancing at the rear of the auditorium she wondered how soon she could extract herself from this conversation and start heading home.

Hypnotist Clive Walters noticed that Christina King had glanced at the sign, and guessing that she was trying to find a polite way to excuse herself decided to use the moment to his advantage. 

"There's that exit sign, glowing and red," he said, "You certainly did a good job of focusing on it for me. Focusing on it and letting your mind go blank as you stand straight eyes open but still sleep now."

Christina did not notice the shift in his tone, from friendly and conversational too authoritative. Nor did she notice how her own mind switched from active thinking to simply accepting what it was told, to seeing the sign and listening. She felt herself stiffen slightly, standing straight as thoughts faded from her. Had she slumped over, falling asleep in an exaggerated stage trance someone would have noticed. Instead her mind simply turned off as she stayed on her feet as if still talking naturally to the hypnotist.

It wasn't important to listen and yet it was important to remember and to accept the words being poured into her ears. To accept the suggestions and commands.

"Thanks again," Walters said, patting her ass as he headed off the stage and towards the exit. 

Christina blushed, feeling both a bit turned on by the physical contact on her rear and also a bit dazed. She glanced at her phone and noticed that it was much later than she'd realized. As she watched the stage hypnotist walk away she herself headed towards the exit of the auditorium to collect her things and head home.

She had had plans with a few friends from college including Ms. Jaccobs and a handful of other teachers who'd landed jobs around the school district. However by the time she got home she felt a headache coming on and texted out an apology to the group explaining she was going to have a hot bath and stay in.

She had just finished her microwave dinner and started drawing the bath when there was a knock on her door. Opening it she was surprised to see Clive Walters, who out of context and his suit seemed like any ordinary guy.

"Hello?" she half said and half asked as he stepped into her home. 

The intrusion seemed both offensive to the young teacher but also slightly exciting. She normally would have asked him to leave, but something prevented her from doing so and instead she closed the door behind him as he looked around her small place.

"I'm just going to have a bath, so maybe you should go," Christina said as way of protest.

"A bath, good. And how do you dress when you take a bath?" he asked turning back towards her.

There was something in the way he said it that made it feel natural and easy for her to reply, "I'm usually naked in the bath."

"Then you should undress now, easily doing this, so you feel natural in the bath," the man in her home said with a smile. He brought his left hand up and snapped his fingers, creating a sound that seemed to echo in Christina's head.

Her hands moved and began to undo the buttons on her red blouse. One by one they opened the shirt a bit more until it hung loose on her shoulders. The hypnotist stepped forward and tugged it off, sending it falling to the ground.

"Feeling so much more natural as you undress completed," he said and snapped his fingers again.

Her hand rose once more of their own accord, guided by invisible commands to her bra and then her jeans and then...

Christina blinked and smiled at her guest, aware that she was naked now but unconcerned with that. She felt a strange draw towards him, reaching for his shirt and tugging it as she pulled him close to her.

"You seem overdressed now," she said.

He grinned a hand cupping one of her breasts and a thumb gliding across her nipple, "I am, but I like this for the moment."

He leaned down, taking the nipple in his mouth and sucking it. A wave of pleasure hit Christina out of nowhere, stronger than any she'd felt and she gasped. He studied her, then leaned in for a kiss. Only the sound of running water in the bathroom kept her from forgetting everything and fucking him right then.

"... the bath..." she gasped when the kiss ended, "I should..."

He nodded, "Let's go to the bath."

The teacher headed into her bathroom and turned off the water running into the bath. When she turned around she saw the hypnotist naked, standing in the doorway. His cock was erect and his eyes were on her. Feeling an irresistible magnetic draw towards him Ms. King stepped forwards allowing his hands to move to her rear and pull her towards him so that his cock slipped inside her.

The pressure as her lips spread to take him inside sent shivers through her body, nothing had ever felt that good to her and whether that was a case of it having been so long since she'd been with a man or his hypnotic whisperings she was unable to even examine. Instead she let out a gasp of air, and slid him further into her.

"Such a Good Girl," he said kissing her neck as he began to push himself deeper.

To be continued...