As the club president, Janet was also the unofficial recruitment officer. In that capacity, she recruited three more members, based as much on their apparent suggestibility as their exceptional appearance.

The first new member to the Club was her roommate Veronica, the evening three weeks after the meeting she called “Day 0”.

Veronica looked around at the other girls of the Club, sitting and looking bored, obviously wondering to herself why she accepted Janet’s persuasive invitation in the first place.

After introducing Veronica to the rest of the club, Janet said “The discussion topic this week is hypnosis. Who wants to demonstrate what they researched for this week?”

Melody, the one girl who initially tried to object and now was one of the most enthusiastic of Janet’s supporters, raised her hand meekly and Janet waved her forward.

“And who wants to be hypnotized?”

None of the girls responded, then Bethany said “Oh, all right, I will.”

Janet stepped back to allow Bethany the one lone chair in the front of the room, as Melody began her induction, a traditional relaxation induction.

All through the induction, Janet watched Veronica closely. She noted the faint but significant signs of incipient trance in her watering and reddening eyes, thinking to herself that her suspicions were correct, that she would turn out to be an excellent subject.

After Melody demonstrated some innocuous convincer suggestions and a post hypnotic re induction trigger on Bethany, the members applauded briefly, and Janet said that she would give the next demonstration. When no one offered to volunteer, she looked at Veronica and asked if she would volunteer. With everyone else looking on, Veronica quickly succumbed to the unconscious peer pressure and came up and sat in the chair.

Janet started swinging a crystal before Veronica’s gaze, the same crystal pendant that she first used on Bethany and then on Melody, which was fast becoming the tradition: each new girl would get her first trance from Janet’s crystal.

“Just watch the crystal swing back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth …” Janet’s voice was melodiously soft, gently soothing the girl’s mind as her eyes almost immediately began to blink heavily. “That’s right, relax, deeper and deeper, relax, relax, relax …” Veronica was so concentrating on the crystal that she didn’t notice the other girls beginning to sway in time with the crystal, too. All she could see was the pretty lights within the crystal and hear Janet’s soft words slip into her consciousness. Soon those words were her consciousness and the lights were shining in her mind behind her closed eyes. Then all was blank for an unknown length of time, until she heard Janet say “awaken.”

Veronica found herself still sitting on the chair, but with one very important change: she was now totally naked. Worse, when she tried to cover herself, she found that she couldn’t move, that, in fact, she thought she saw fine chains binding her arms to the chair and felt something similar binding her legs. Someone was crouched there between her legs, one of the girls, Rose, she thought her name was, who looked up at Veronica with a wicked grin.

She looked around for Janet, who was now standing next to her: she was also naked herself, a state that Veronica now realized was shared by most of the club; those few not at least partially naked were kneeling or sitting with blank expressions, staring up into the eyes of the girl standing before them.

Veronica tried to speak, but she felt her mouth as tightly bound as her arms and legs.

Janet noted her distress. “Don’t worry, Veronica,” she said in a soothing tone. “Once you experience true bliss through hypnosis, you’ll forget all of your complaints.”

Veronica shook her head, not taking her eyes from Janet, which she regretted only for a moment as Janet started swinging the crystal again, and Veronica was quickly lost in the pretty lights in her mind and the gentle voice in her ears and the soft touch in her most private parts. She didn’t know how long or how many times she was entranced, nor the number of orgasms she experienced, each one more powerful than the last, ending with one final incredible orgasm thundering through her body as if every erogenous point of her body was stimulated all at once.

When next she opened her eyes, Veronica looked around the room. Everyone, including herself, were fully dressed. She wondered if the whole thing was a dream, until Janet told her to look at her lap.

Resting there was a pair of panties: hers, and quite sodden. She knew then it wasn’t a dream.

The rest of the club began to leave, some excited, some flushed, some unnaturally calm and passive. When they all were gone, except for Janet, Veronica tested her arms and legs, finding them free of any restraints, then stood and stretched. She felt like she was asleep for hours, possessing an energy unlike anything she had ever known.

“Veronica,” said Janet.

Veronica looked over at Janet.

Janet winked at her. “You do want to join, don’t you.” It wasn’t a question, more like a command.

Without understanding why, but now realizing an aching need to understand and apply that understanding, Veronica found herself complying. “Of course,” she said, her unblinking eyes never leaving Janet’s.

Janet didn’t reply in words, but rather with a tender smile and a deep kiss on Veronica’s lips, which sent tingles across her body that lasted as they made their way back to their room. As Veronica slid into bed, she thought herself too excited to sleep, but the moment her head touched the pillow, she felt the tingle become a delicious heaviness that flowed through her limbs up to her eyes: she closed her heavy eyes with a sigh and surrendered to a deep trance. That was all part of Janet’s last present for Veronica: all the energy she felt earlier concentrated into her pussy. Her arms were too heavy to move, to stroke herself as she so desperately desired, but soon it wasn’t necessary as she felt phantom hands performing what her need demanded. Soon Veronica felt an incredible orgasm rush through her, the most satisfying one of the evening: she couldn’t cry out, her heavy body didn’t have enough strength left to do more than whimper.

In the afterglow, her whole body relaxed and she quickly surrendered to a deep sleep. The last thoughts fitting through her empty mind was the realization that the next meeting would be one whole week away, but if her nights could be as pleasant this one was, she could wait.

And Veronica could not be happier.

The next week, Veronica almost ran out of the dining hall to the third story music room where the Psychology Club met. However, when she arrived, she discovered many of the other members already present, waiting expectantly for Janet and the next new member to arrive.

Earlier that afternoon, Janet explained the schedule to Veronica, as her own memory of the last meeting was still very vague.

“We get the new member to let me hypnotize her,” said Janet. “You enjoyed it, and so will they.

“Once I her into a deep trance, we’ll have our fun with her.

“And once she’s experienced her first hypnotic orgasm, the first of many, she’ll be a willing member.”

And that was how it went. Janet’s soft voice and swinging crystal had the unsuspecting girl, Sylvia by name, deeply under her spell within moments. Veronica had never thought of Janet in any sexual manner, but she admitted to herself she looked incredibly sexy at that moment, the way she swung her crystal and the way she dominated the rest of the club members, herself included, by her masterful personality.

“Sylvia, stand up for me: spread your legs out.”

Sylvia obediently stood, and, at Janet’s direction, removed all her clothing as Janet and the other girls looked on in appreciation and with just a hint of envy. Although just a junior, Sylvia’s curvaceous figure could (and, according to rumor, did on more than one occasion) allow her to pass herself off as an adult: she had long black hair and heavy breasts that sagged just a little but that only meant they were that much easier to manipulate. They also discovered she has a tattoo on her inner thigh, something the Academy would have disciplined her for, a sweet secret now shared by the entire Hypnotism Club.

Janet began to run her hands lightly across Sylvia’s body, stroking her arms and legs, telling her “Stiff and rigid, stiff and rigid, you are becoming a statue, a rigid statue: stiff and rigid.”

When she was satisfied with her response, Janet allowed Veronica to help her set Sylvia into position, stretched out between three chairs, not the usual two.

“Now Sylvia, every inch of your skin is becoming very sensitive, very erotically sensitive. Its like every touch, every feeling, arouses you and inflames your desire. The more you are touched, the more you want to be touched.

“And when I command it, you will have the most powerful and satisfying orgasm you have ever had.”

Janet turned to the rest of the club. “Now, girls, who remembered to bring something for this demonstration?”

Several of the girls reached into pockets and purses and pulled out a variety of objects: feathers, a silk handkerchief, even a candle. One girl produced a thermos jug that rattled when she shook it. The rest just rubbed their hands together in expectation.

Janet looked at Veronica, expectantly. Veronica held out her empty hands, then ran them through her long, silky blonde hair: “I have everything I need right here,” she said.

“Then let’s get to work,” said Janet.

The girls arranged themselves around the helpless Sylvia and proceeded to lightly touch her across her entire body with whatever they had at hand, except her pussy. Veronica enthusiastically participated, discovering how arousing it was for the both of them for her to trail her long hair across the girl’s stomach. Despite the fact she thought she was frozen stiff, Sylvia still managed a series of short whimpers and moans that inflamed the other girls.

Janet slid into the space between Sylvia’s legs and began the final steps to bringing Sylvia and everyone else to the heights of orgasm. After that experience, there was no hesitation on Sylvia’s part about joining the Hypnotism Club. The next week, she enthusiastically joined Veronica and the rest in introducing their newest member in the joys of hypnotized orgasms.

The following meeting, Janet called a halt to any further recruiting at that point, saying that nine members was enough to give each member plenty of time to practice with a variety of subjects while at the same time ensuring they would have regular sessions in trance as well, and everyone agreed. Each meeting, said Janet, would be to be ever escalating series of successes, as the members would let their imaginations run free and dare each other to top their previous efforts, with everyone enjoying the mingled sensations of trance and entrancing. Plus, thought Janet, they would be thanking her for the opportunity, repeatedly, in many different ways.

Instead, Janet produced a glass jar full of pieces of paper.

“This is how the meetings will run from now on.

“We’re going to use this to decide who gets hypnotized at each meeting,” she said, holding up the jar and shaking it. “Each slip here has a name of a member of the Hypnotism Club. The first two names I draw will be the lucky girls to be hypnotized tonight: after that, the rest of the club will practice their skills on our two lucky winners in the order I draw their names.”

The girls looked around expectantly as Janet reached inside and drew out a slip.

“The first name is … Bethany!”

The girls cheered as Bethany blushed and stepped forward.

“And the second name is … Veronica!”

Veronica stood and looked around at the expectant faces, especially Janet’s, hoping Janet was the first person to hypnotize her this evening. She wasn’t, but after a few minutes, that didn’t matter. Sylvia stepped forward, removing her earring and holding it so that its dangling jewel swung before Veronica’s expectant eyes.

“Focus on the jewel,” she said in her soft Southern drawl, “swinging back and forth, gently back and forth …” Soon Veronica was oblivious to everything else for the rest of the evening as she found herself floating in a dreamworld of hypnotic bliss.

And Veronica could not be happier.