Subject 33
Dan B.
January 2005
I was lucky this semester with my chem lab partner. He was really interested in the course and conscientious about his work. A bit more casual in his setups but that seemed to compensate for my more determined precision. He sympathized with my having to suffer dorm life and by mid semester was offering me a short term escape by inviting me to the evening ‘talk-a-thon’ a bunch of them held at his frat house.
“It’s really a fun group, Eric, and all casual. We get talking about anything and everything depending on who shows up. Delta Kappa’s completely open, even to ‘geeky’ science types. Nothing all night or beer drenched. Just relaxed conversation with some simple refreshments. You can come as my guest and help me with the refreshments and join in the conversation whenever you feel like it or just listen in.”
Even though I wasn’t interested in joining a fraternity, except maybe an honorary one that would help in your career, his offer was too good to pass up. By the time I’d get back from the ‘talk-a-thon’ maybe most of the dorm noise makers would have gone out or fallen asleep. At least the loud radios would be off. That rule, thank goodness, was strictly enforced. And I might even get to enjoy some serious conversation if there were any more like Phil there.
The afternoon of my first visit to Delta House Phil cautioned me not to throw any left over ethanol into the solvent waste can.
“Save what’s left and put it in one of the little brown bottles and label it Ethanol-Azeotrope. Its for my little brother. He’ll be coming to the meet tonight since he knows another chem major will be there. He’s turning into a real geek. I think he plans on taking over the whole college some day and running it his way. You’ll make a big hit with him with the alcohol.”
‘Little’ brother was the first one I met when I got to Delta House. He was shorter than Phil by maybe five or six inches (13 to 15 cm to the metric minded) but he wasn’t a scrawny little kid by any means. From outward appearances he was fully developed physically and wouldn’t get much taller. His opening greeting clearly confirmed he’d used up all his juvenile hormones and was building up some aggressive adult ones.
“You must be the chem-maj. What did you bring me in the bottle?”
“Your brother said you could use some ethanol so we saved some for you. I hope this is enough.”
“Cool man. This will do me for a while. I’m glad old Phil didn’t forget. He’s fussing with drinks in the kitchen right now so you can come in and introduce yourself to the rest of them. Make note though, next time save me up some copper acetate, maybe 20 or 30 grams. I’ll check with you later.”
With that he marched through the main room without a work to anyone else and disappeared into what looked like a small room or closet back at the far end. This was obviously some sort of annex building with just one big room in front and two small ones in back. I closed the front door and started through the doorway into the main room when Phil appeared carrying a tray loaded with bottles and a stack of clear plastic glasses.
“Oh good. You made it just in time. Here, put these on the table in front there. I’ll go fetch the tidbits. You don’t have to feed anyone here. They’ll get their own drinks.”
Well he said it was an informal, casual group and obviously it was. No one seemed at all concerned at seeing a stranger carrying the drinks. At least two conversations were going on at once and they didn’t stop talking even when the bottles rattled as I set down the tray. One non-talker did break away from the group and came over and introduced himself.
“You must be Eric the chem-major. I’m Beckwith, history, pre age-of-enlightenment but not classical. I hope you’re up to some mind boggling tonight. That long drink of water back there is Syvester, a grad in psych. He invariably gets us muddling around in the cranium digging out bits and pieces of it that no body knows what they’re for. Makes it easy for them to come up with lots of wild ideas.”
Phil put down several baskets of innocuous looking junk food which seemed to be the signal for a mass movement to the table. We both moved back out of the way and marveled how some of them could talk and eat effectively at the same time. Phil whispered,
“Sit down back here and enjoy the show. Just nod your head knowingly if some one looks at you or makes a comment to you. Unless, of course, you feel like putting your two cents worth in. Don’t be surprised if Syvester, the tall thin one with the long fingers, gets into his hypnosis show. He’s just to fascinated with it to let it go and the others are just as fascinated to see what he can do.”
Surprisingly the group settled down quite quickly and easily. Beckwith and one who turned out to be a ‘modern’ artist and Syvester carried the conversation. I’ll admit I didn’t try to follow all the convolutions and dissections of the brain they were going through. Actually I was trying to get a glimpse inside the back room ‘little brother’ had marched into when Syvester directed a statement right at me.
“Now if only the chemists would get busy and give us at least some clues as to what is actually going on inside the brain we could put our theories on some solid ground.”
With him looking right at me I couldn’t let that pass.
“Well sir, I’d say we’ve done more than enough to get you on the right track considering the long list of neurotransmitters and signal passing cytokines we’ve given you.”
“Ah yes, but you see my friend your taking us deep inside the brain, the cingulate gyrus, hippocampus, pituitary. But as anyone who’s been hypnotized knows you can feel changes on the top of the brain; in the motor cortex areas just under the skull. This is easily demonstrated and you can feel it for yourself. Where’s that beautifully cut crystal pendant?”
As if on cue, ‘little brother’ stepped briskly out of his little room carry the crystal on a fine, clear thread. He stopped beside the lamp on the table and held the crystal high enough so the light reflected from all it’s facets. Syvestor lectured smoothly on.
“As you know, concentrating deeply on any object can induce a mild form of self hypnosis. Gem crystals, like candle flames, have a much stronger affect because the little fluctuations of light caused by reflections or flickering send an attracting energy through the eyes into the brain. This makes it easier to relax because the eyes stay focused without the need to consciously hold them steady. You feel the effect of not being able to look away but having to watch more closely; look more deeply as it were. Now if you concentrate more intensely while letting the relaxation open your mind to other sensations you’ll be able to feel a faint but very real reaction inside your head like something moving or creeping just under the scalp. It often starts at the front, above or beside the eyes and moves slowly back over the brain as if a mild concentration headache were coming on. But you’re not forcing your eyes to concentrate because they’re fascinated by the flicker of light and your ears just ‘hear’ the monotony of a voice speaking to you but not saying anything you don’t already know in your mind. So as the sensation moves back deeper along the brain it leaves behind a pleasant feeling of relaxed comfort; a warm sleep-like state that you willingly let flow completely over you. A natural deep hypnosis.”
I don’t know if this was meant to be a lecture or an induction but is did have an effect. Even while watching the crystal I could feel his eyes staring at me and that created a crawling like feeling in my forehead. Phil, behind me, was affected too because he was breathing very deeply. I didn’t really hear it but felt each breath caress the back of my head. Peripheral vision showed no sign of motion so the whole group must at least be paying close attention. Syvester must have moved because when he next spoke it sounded like his back was to me. This in itself caused me to relax so much that my head started to loll smoothly down toward my chest. This caused an anxious struggle between mind and muscle as I tried to keep fixed on the crystal but let my head relax all the way down. I could still hear Sylvester clearly though.
“As we can see here, two of our members, Beckwith and Simpson, have already let that surface feeling completely overtake their brain and relax them into a pleasant hypnotic sleep. Some others, I’m sure, feel the monotony of my voice being overridden by the deep desire to close the eyes and let the head relax all the way down.”
I was glad he’d turned his back before saying that. He must have seen me falling half asleep and struggling to watch the crystal. I knew for sure that if he’d said that directly to me I’d be completely deep asleep now instead of just relaxing my head on my chest with my half open eyes vaguely staring at a shirt button. He seemed to be talking quietly to Beck and Simp but I faintly heard Phil muttering something about ‘all the way’. This was interrupted by Syvestor quite clearly announcing,
“If you’ll look over here now; just straighten up and look at our friends Beckwith and Simpson.”
Surprisingly when I looked up the crystal was gone and everybody but Beck and Simp appeared alert.
”We’ll do a little long term post hypnotic suggestion to show that the surface of the head, and presumably the surface of the brain just inside, is indeed involved in concentration. Beckwith, Simpson, listen closely. Your know how pleasant and relaxing this deep hypnotic state is and how safe you feel because you’re clearly aware of what is going on. So to make it easier for you to enjoy this hypnotic sleep, whenever I place my fingers on the sides of your forehead and glide them slowly back over the sides of your head you will feel a relaxing warmth flow over your brain and you will drop easily and completely into your deep hypnotic sleep.
Beckwith, pay close attention, feel my fingers on your forehead, now as they glide back feel the relaxing warmth moving back over your brain carrying you down easily and completely into a deep hypnotic sleep. Good Beckwith.”
Beck’s body slumped over and sank back into the chair. The sides of my head tingled in empathy with him and I could tell some of the others felt for him too.
Then,
“Simpson, pay close attention, feel my fingers on your forehead, now as they glide back feel the relaxing warmth moving back over your brain carrying you down easily and completely into a deep hypnotic sleep. Good Simpson.”
This time I was sure I felt fingers brush the sides of my head and it was all I could to keep from slumping down asleep in my chair. What saved me was feeling an obligation to pay attention to this experiment since my comment must have brought it on. Still and all if there had been a third one I’d have gone casual like Phil and I’d have gone under for sure. I sensed that some of the others had felt that second dose deeply too. Syvester woke Beck and Simp with surprisingly few simple commands then announced that that was enough for tonight and it was time to move on home for a good night’s regular sleep. That effectively broke up the meeting. I stayed long enough to help Phil get the things out to the kitchen and properly stored. His parting words were a relief.
“Don’t worry Eric. I’ll make sure to get you back for the next meeting to see if Sylvester’s experiment works out. And I bet you’ll get a good sleep tonight. Even the dorm noise makers won’t keep you awake tonight. See you in class tomorrow.”
I was glad he said that. If he hadn’t I know I’d have ask him to invite me back even though a small part of my brain, a deep part for sure, kept telling me this wasn’t what I’d expected. But this was my first face to face experience with hypnosis and the experiment was too fascinating to walk out of. And Phil was right. I don’t even remember taking off my clothes. I was asleep the minute I got into my room.
- o -
Next morning I knew there were a lot of questions I wanted to ask Phil about the meeting last night but I seemed to have forgotten them all with a good night’s sleep. The only thing that preyed on my mind was ‘copper acetate, 30 grams’ but I didn’t think he could help me with that. So on our first break together I only ask general sort of questions. Syvester was obviously most on my mind but Beck and Simp kept popping into my mind during the first lecture that morning and ‘little brother’s’ voice saying “think copper acetate, 30 grams” kept haunting me. I felt I’d heard it as I was going out the door last night but Phil was back in kitchen and I hadn’t see anyone. Phil had some background an Syvester.
“Well he’s in graduate school here aiming for psychology I think. I don’t’ think he’s had any professional experience. He doesn’t seem to have the personality to be a good stage hypnotist. Probable not the interest either cause as you saw last night he’s into the mind; resulting actions seem incidental although he does use them. I’ve heard that he was at Carper’s College for a while. They have quite a program on hypnosis there, I understand. There’s a story that they lost a whole group of people in one experiment. I hope there is someone there concerned enough to do something to find them. We’ve never lost any here that I know of. We seem to keep gaining more actually. They keep coming and going through our group.”
I didn’t know anything pertinent to ask about Beck and Simp so we drifted back to school talk. It wasn’t until the beginning of the next week that he said the next meeting was in two days and could I make. I tried not to sound to eager when I answered “Of course.”. Then he casually said ‘copper acetate”. I felt a shock, then it cleared up, then got cloudy again. I was to bring copper acetate for ‘little brother’, but how did Phil know that? He saw the surprise in my face so all I could say was,
“Yes. Thanks for reminding me. But how did you know??”
“Don’t forget, Master Dominic is my little brother. That monster knows how to use everybody. I’m closest at hand so he makes full use of me. I tell you he’s as liable as not to end up here running the college.”
I sympathized with him and left him with the hopeful thought that ‘little brother’ would grow out of it.
I got to the meeting a bit early but ‘little brother’ was at the door. He just stood there and said, “OK???”. I knew what he meant and presented the small vial of copper acetate to him as if it were a gift to a King, making a small, solemn bow at the waist. He accepted it as if it were his due.
“Nice work chem-boy. You show great promise. As a reward I’ll show you what it’s for. Come to my back room.”
Did he treat Phil this way I wondered. There were already several people in the main room as we marched through. They gave friendly waves and I waved back but they went on talking as if I wasn’t expected to join them so I didn‘t stop.
Master Dominic obviously wouldn’t approve if I did. He closed the door behind us as we entered ‘his’ room and took me right to a work bench at the far wall.
“See, this is an alcohol burning lamp with an oversized wick. But the alcohol flame is to pale, you can’t hardly see it. Copper acetate ought’a turn it a nice kinda blue you can’t help looking at. Even for a giant size burner we’d only need a few grams.”
I felt a bit at a loss and had to ask, “But what would you do with it?”.
He looked at me like I was a stupid grade schooler.
“Come on chem-boy. What do we use flicker’n flames for?”
How did I get demoted to ‘chem-boy’? I could only suggest the first thing that came to mind. “Well Syvester uses them for hypnosis but you wouldn’t need a giant size for that.”
“Think BIG chem-boy, think BIG. What do you see at all them money raising rallies. A guy on a dinky stage with a big painting of a blue flame com’n out of a torch behind him. Make that three dimensional and you’ve got the biggest fascinator in the business. With the right lingo you’ve got it made.”
“You want to hypnotize the whole crowd??? But those things are usually televised. You’d be hitting a whole town or city or …” I couldn’t say what I was thinking.
“That’s the way chem-boy. Think BIG. I knew you had promise. You only snagged 10 or 15% you’d make it big. That’d beat anything any other frats done so far. Maybe after Sy’s through with you next time I’ll have this blue set up and we’ll make a test. Back to the meeting now. Pay close attention out there chem-boy. ”
Needless to say I was a bit dazed when he ushered me back into the main room but I sure wasn’t going to say anything about this. They’d probably have me committed if I did. Syvester was already on his feet explaining a special new crystal design. I slipped quietly into the seat in front of Phil and listened carefully as Master Dominic had said to do.
“Now as you watch the gold ring move up and down it will appear much as a gold pocket watch, the motion giving the gold a scintillation attraction making it easy to concentrate. Looking straight into it you can see the deep blue crystal suspended in the center; the gold scintillation forming a halo around it. Looking closer your focus will naturally move to the less glaring crystal and as the crystal moves closer the halo blocks out peripheral interference letting you relax more easily and deeply.”
He gradually moved toward us as he talked and then the ringed crystal was moving up and down right in front me and as he’d said my eyes did favor following the blue flame-like crystal. As he moved it closer a golden yellow haze from the ring seemed to enfold the crystal so it was floating in front of me and it suddenly became pleasantly quiet with only the voice to listen to.
“The motion, of course, causes an instinctive reaction to concentrate on the moving object and sharpen the focus so the eyes will closely follow the movements and the head will unconsciously tend to move with it. And, as Eric can now see, the crystal is transparent and definitely has a design or lettering in it. This combination of heightened visual acuity and effort to interpret the markings increases the depth of concentration. Each downward movement of the crystal and eyes lets the head relax downward a little farther and fixes the concentration more deeply on the movement. The voice becomes more monotonous falling into the rhythm of the repetitive movement. Repetitive motions induce hypnosis by relaxing the effort of concentrating on moving and letting the movement become automatic on it’s own. The deepest hypnosis follows when repetitive motions induce the hypnosis.”
Repetitive motions induce hypnosis. Of course.
Repetitive Motions Induce Hypnosis Deepest Hypnosis
Become Automatic Repetitive Motions Induce Hypnosis
Repetitive Motions Induce Hypnosis
My mind kept repeating this and as I tried not to think about it, motion became more intense and the voice was drifting away and the more I tried to bring it back the more intense the nodding and the blinking of my eyes until I wasn’t thinking of anything else and my eyes stayed closed and my head went limp and my thinking disappeared. The voice came back.
“Even though the eyes have closed an image of the crystal in the ring halo floats on the retina, appearing to come from the inside of the eyelids. And each downward stroke of the crystal brings deeper relaxation to the muscles. The mind and body sink ever deeper and warmer into hypnotic sleep. You are so safely asleep now Eric that when I tell you to you will open your eyes and be fully aware of all around you without waking up. My voice will be all you can hear and it will be enough. Take a deep breath now Eric and open your eyes.”
I was looking along a floor at a pair of shoes. Then I slowly realized I was lying on the floor, feeling quite relaxed and comfortable.
“You can get up now Eric and sit in the chair. We want to talk about the post hypnotic experiment last meeting. Remember the question of bias came up because I had Beckwith and Simpson respond only to my induction signal. I’m sure you agree that we should repeat that experiment eliminating that bias. You do agree don’t you Eric?”
I readily nodded my head. This was only right as any researcher would know.
“Tell me you agree Eric, so I understand.”
“Yes Sir. I agree.”
“Listen closely Eric. To make it easier for you to enjoy this hypnotic sleep whenever anyone places their fingers on the sides of your forehead and glides them slowly back over the sides of your head you will feel a relaxing warmth flow over your brain and you will drop easily and completely into your deep hypnotic sleep. Eric, pay close attention. Feel the fingers on your forehead, now as they glide back feel a relaxing warmth moving back over your brain carrying you down easily and completely into deep hypnotic sleep ready to obey your master in everything.”
The words were familiar. From the first meeting. The touch of the fingers was real this time and made every muscle in my body tense then relax as the fingers moved along the side of my head. I felt no obligation now to resist. I just left that beautifully overwhelming cloud of warmth sweep over my entire brain and down into my body carrying it down and down into an embracing strangely exotic relaxation that left me waiting to hear a voice tell me something to do. The voice came as if from a different world.
“Good Eric. You are so securely locked in this hypnotic state it will always remain deep in your subconscious memory and the touch of fingers on the sides of your forehead will instantly alert you to its wonderful feeling and the gliding of fingers will let you fall deeply and completely back into it, any place, any time. But it’s
time to return to your world of the ring haloed crystal. Count up with me now Eric and in four simple steps you will see the blue crystal in the golden halo of the ring.”
‘One’ lifted my head, pulled my muscles together. ’Two’ rolled me over and up onto my knees. ’Three’ let me crawl into the chair and relax back. ‘Four’ produced the image of the deep blue crystal in its yellow golden haze on the back of my eye lids. It made me feel so relieved I almost fell asleep again. But the voice was demanding attention.
“This crystal intrigues you deeply Eric; doesn’t it? Your analytical mind wants to decipher the markings you know are in there. You want to get close enough to focus into the crystal to see the markings clearly. Anytime your see this ring- haloed-crystal you will automatically fix on it and it will pull you down into this deep hypnotic state so you can stare into it safely until your told what to do. Open you eyes and look at it now Eric. Fix it in your memory. It will always draw you to it and let you drop back down into this deeply desired hypnotic sleep. You feel very content now and ready to return to the meeting.”
Then he opened the chain holding the crystal and ring and fastened it around my neck. It made a warm feeling when it rested against my skin.
“When you here me say ‘It’s time to adjourn our meeting’ you will stand up, wide awake and feeling very satisfied, remembering that it’s been the best meeting yet and you must return for the next one.”
Why was he telling me about the crystal in the ring. I knew about that. I’d seen him demonstrating it and had no trouble seeing it on the back of my eye lids. But when he announced, “It’s time to adjourn our meeting” I jumped up determined to tell Phil to be sure to get me into the next meeting.
“Oh, before you go Eric, I wanted to introduce you to Adam, another young chemistry fellow. Please go over and say hello to him.”
I thought he looked familiar, maybe from a lecture class. He might have been helping Phil with the refreshments. I was glad to have another kindred spirit at the meetings and went right over to introduce myself. As we started shaking hands I caught a glimpse of blue just above his shirt and when I looked down I saw the blue crystal and halo. I froze in position trying to pull him in closer to get a better look at it. He seemed to be staring at my throat too but the blue pulled me right into the gold mist and everything went quiet and deep and I was waiting for a voice. Then the voice came, very reassuringly.
“Very good, gentlemen, very good. You’ve proved one of our little experiments excellently. But it is time to head for home so when I tap you on the back of the head you will stand up straight, say ‘glad to have met you’ and go off on your separate ways. Ready now, Go.”
The word Go made me release Adam’s hand, pull up straight and with a nod of the head said “Glad to have met you” and started off to find Phil. I thought I heard him say the same thing but getting to the next meeting was top on my mind. I wanted to remind Phil to be sure to get me in. On the way home I kept puzzling over the way I seemed to blank out when I met Adam. He didn’t say anything though so it must have been only for a few seconds. And he was smiling when he said “glad to have met you” so apparently he didn’t notice anything. But the handshake had felt strange; stiff and somehow rigid. At the next meeting I must ask Syvester if he noticed that. There were some earlier things I wasn’t clear on but I was too tired to worry over them. We’d proved a successful experiment, that’s what counted.
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Phil was at my door first thing in the morning. He was all enthused.
“Things went so well yesterday, Eric, that they want to get together again this evening if you can make. I told Sy I was sure you could because there was no lab this afternoon and recitations never run late. And besides, your Master Dominic wants to see you too, right after the meeting. I told you you’d make a hit with him with the alcohol and the copper acetate really cemented the bond. I’ll be there all afternoon so come as early as you want. See you then.”
He didn’t even wait for my answer but I guess he knew I wouldn’t miss it. There were still some things puzzling me about yesterday’s meeting and I wanted to talk to Syvester to get them cleared up. Master Dominic would have to wait ‘til after that. I thought I’d play along with his game and ‘save’ a few grams of cobalt acetate for him to compare with the copper blue. Maybe Phil was hoping I’d take Master Dom off his back for a while.
When I got to the meeting Adam was already helping Phil with the refreshments and Beckwith cornered me right away with questions about last night’s meeting. He seemed strangely concerned, worrying that some uncontrollable force had captured him; that a piece of his ‘historical’ time had slipped out of joint. I tried to console him with the fact that I was not completely clear on the time sequences myself but that certainly Syvester could set us straight. I don’t think I’d helped him much but Adam interrupted then to tell me how glad he was in meeting me last night and wanted to get together sometime to check our courses. Phil came up just then and sent Adam off to the kitchenette for something. I turned to say “excuse the interruptions” to Beckwith but he’d already left. Turning back the side of my forehead bumped against Phil’s hand but before I could look up and say “sorry” I felt fingers press against the other side and my whole forehead glowed with a sudden warmth and the fingers moved back along my head and the warmth followed them filling my head completely. Then it dropped down into my body and I was sinking into the chair. Vaguely I heard some voices then one voice more persistent. It was Master Dominic’s voice.
“Wake up now Eric and remember, pay real close attention to the next experiments. Come into my office after the meetings done. Got it chem-boy”
“Yes Master” I said. What else could I do under the circumstances but go along with his little game. I’m a little school boy he’s the class master. But what happened to Phil and where was Beckwith. Then I saw him over in a center seat with Syvester feeling the sides of his head. Then I really did wake up. This was part of the first experiment; the non-verbal, tactile post hypnotic suggestion. I was trying to remember what day that was last week but keeping track of time was becoming a problem with me. But the time for a suggestion like that to fade from memory could help decide how deep in the brain it was planted. Syvester had finished talking and left Beck and came over to talk with me.
“Glad you could make it, Eric. Glad you could make. Beckwith passed his post hypnotic test beautifully. I’ve got Simpson out of sight over there in the corner talking with Adam about pigment stability and such so Beckwith wouldn’t be influence by associating the three of us with events at the last meeting. I took the opportunity to plant a regular voice suggestion, but not mine as you’ll soon see. Ah, here comes Master Dominic. I’ll get back out of the way. Watch and listen closely.”
With that he was gone and our Master Dominic was carrying his small alcohol burner, with a definite blue flame, toward the near end of table. Only Beck and I seemed to be paying any attention to him. As soon as Master Dominic put the burner down on the table Beck got up, seemed to hesitate a second then went over to look at the burner. Before he could really look closely at it Master Dominic said in a very clear voice that I could hear without any straining,
“Time, Beckwith….Strip Now.”
With that Beck casually bent over, took of his shoes, placed them under the chair at the end of the table, took off his pants and flip-flopped them into a pile on the seat of the chair, took off his shirt folded that over the pants, took off his socks and laid them on the shirt, took off his shorts and put them on top of the socks, then calmly got down on his knees, letting his arms dangle loosely in front of his legs. He stared straight ahead. He looked like a big dog begging for a bone. Master Dominic then proceeded to ruffle the hair on top of his head, stroke down the back of his head, around the neck, brushing the cheek and lips with his thumb, then smoothly down his chest. All the time he was talking to Beck in a first class animal training voice.
“Good doggie Beck, good doggie. Now you can really obey you master like the good doggie you are and STAY.”
And that’s what Beck did. Master Dominic picked up his alcohol lamp and walked directly back into his room, as if he’d done his good deed for the day. I sat amazed. I’d thought of a dog, then Master Dominic made Beck into one. Was I beginning to think like Master Dominic???
Syvester came around beside me and putting a hand on my shoulder said,
“Did you notice the details; how he carried out every implanted direction without hesitation and presumably to the best of his ability. You, though, would do a better job of folding and stacking the clothes; more the hallmark of a scientist than an historian.”
With a friendly squeeze he moved to the center and announced that we should end the meeting now, head for home and give fellow Beckwith a little privacy for the rest of his night’s activities. I was staring at the pile of clothes as Syvester went by and reminded me,
“Don’t forget. Master Dominic wants you in his room.”
“Thanks” I said and headed for the Master’s ’office’.
Dominic was at a low table by the work bench checking the up-down movement of the alcohol lamp. It was on a small pan wired to a lever arm that was moving regularly up and down. On the bench beside him I saw the vial of cobalt acetate I was going to present to him but hadn’t. How did it get there. I know I didn’t give it to him. I hadn’t given it to anyone. It should still be in my pocket. But it wasn’t. Master’s voice interrupted my attempts to figure this out by simply ordering,
“Over here, chem-boy. On your knees, hands on edge of the table. I’ll set the timer and we’ll see how long it takes to close the eyes.”
I didn’t see how this primitive set up would induce much sleep but I could at least humor this budding megalomaniac genius. The deeper blue flame looked something like the crystal inside the ring we discussed last night. The motion was longer than the crystal so it took more head movement to follow it but the hum of the motor and its vibration in the table made a compensating effect. If I just concentrated on the flame I should probably get relaxed enough to let the eyes close. Master was counting out the seconds softly, which amazed me. He kept the counting in phase with the motion and that coupled with the soft blue flame and the hum of the motor made a cozy little experimental group. Everything else seemed completely quiet and the counting seemed to be getting softer. I had to struggle to make out the numbers but they kept getting jumbled so it was easier not to try and let them blend in with the background. Every once in a while it sounded like he was saying something, something like ’this is more reLaxing’,
’Rhythm’s more Uniform’, ’Hear the Click of the Lever arm’ Hear the Click of the Lever arm’, ’Up down Up down’, rePetitive motion inDuces sleep, rePetitive motion inDuces sleep, Up down Up down, rePetitive motion inDuces sleep, rePetitive motion inDuces sleep, Deeper Sleep Deeper Sleep. ………My eyes were closed but I still saw blue. I wasn’t asleep cause I could hear the Up Down
Up Down of the lever arm. Then Master’s voice slipped in firmly.
“You watched the experiment closely didn’t you.”
“Yes Master, of course.”
“You remember each of the steps don’t you.”
“Yes Master, of course.”
“You could do them all any time you were told you to strip couldn’t you.”
“Yes Master, of course.”
“You would fold your clothes more neatly wouldn’t you.”
“Oh yes, Master.”
“You would feel very grateful for being allowed to strip wouldn’t you.”
“Oh yes, Master.”
“You would wag your tail and lick Master’s hand wouldn’t you.”
“Yes Master, of course.”
“Any time you hear “Time chem-boy. Strip Now.” you will strip won’t you.”
“Yes Master.”
“You remember each of the steps don’t you.”
“Yes Master, of course.”
……”……
……”……
We repeated and repeated and repeated. I wanted to tell him I understood but all I could do was listen and answer the questions. The sound of the lever arm drove questions and answers in deeper and deeper. It was so obvious I didn’t have to even think about it. It was routine. Then it all stopped.
“OK chem-boy. Quiz over. Wake up and stand up for your Master, now.”
I stood, of course, and slowly everything stopped going up and down and came back into focus. I hope he doesn’t expect me to go through this after every experiment. I’d be doing quizzes in dreams and my lecture classes. Did Phil have to put up with this sort of thing????
“Come on now boy, time to get you home. I’ll walk out with you.”
I knew what was coming. He probably thought he was getting away playing the big grownup he appeared to be but he hadn’t mastered the subtlety of age. He wasn’t going to catch me off guard.
He followed me out of his back room and as we passed the table I knew he was going to try it. I knew it was coming and I’d primed myself mentally to be ready. Just as we reached the end of the table he gave his command.
“Time chem-boy, STRIP NOW.”
I was so primed I had my shoes unlaced and under the chair before the echo of the command died away. And I was precision itself as I carefully folded each garment; pants, shirt, socks, shorts stacked into a neat pile on the chair. I felt a smile of satisfaction and ’one up man ship’ as I knelt smoothly and formally in front of the chair. ‘See, I’ve carried out your little order without a pause or hitch. Like a well trained professional. You couldn’t do better yourself’ He stood in front of me with an impressive smile of satisfaction on his face.
“You did that super chem-boy. No dog in the world could obey better than you did. You’re in a class by yourself.”
He was stroking the hair back on my head so gently and lovingly I felt waves of gratitude surge down through my whole body. And when he started stroking my cheeks with the back of his hand I couldn’t help but press my head against it. My tail was wagging. When he rubbed the side of my mouth so the lips parted a bit and the smooth motion reached the gums saliva started to collect in my mouth I tried desperately to keep from licking his hand. And then he said “lick” and I did in a spontaneous surge of relief. And my mind, without bidding, was saying over and over,
“my master loves me….my master loves me….mymasterlovesme……..”
Then his hand went down and around to back of my neck and his fingers worked up the back of my head moving up and down, squeezing gently and repeating,
“good boy….good boy….good obedient boy……..”
My whole body responded to this and my mind seemed to slip into some wonderfully neutral state so when he brought his hand around to the front of my neck and rubbed it gently down my chest and said,
“Stay….Stay now”
my head dropped so easily against my chest and the grain patterns in the floor swirled so smoothly and easily that I know I could watch them the rest of the evening and all night if that’s what he wanted.
Phil’s voice bloomed into my head, or my consciousness any way. I could hear him saying demandingly,
“Wake up Eric. Come on Eric, wake up. The meeting‘s over. Up on your feet. Get your clothes on. Time to get back to the dorm and do your sleeping there.”
Obviously I’d dozed off. I struggled into my clothes, half asleep still. Why were they on the chair. Oh, yes. Master tried to catch me out on his trick but I fooled him. He must have forgotten he left me there. Phil seemed on edge, trying to get me out of there. I thought I best just go along and humor him. He insisted on walking me home. Tomorrow was Saturday and they wanted to have an early meeting so I had to get a good nights sleep. So we walked quietly to my dorm room. He came in with me then stood looking intently at me as if he had something important or maybe terrible to say and was afraid to say it. I tried to encourage him.
“You look troubled Phil. Can you tell me. What is it?”
“Time chem-boy…Strip Now.”
It sounded so much like Master Dominic I automatically responded in my careful, precise way and knelt properly on the floor and waited for Master’s appreciative touch. He patted me lovingly and even held my head against his leg for a moment. I felt its warmth and thought I could even feel his heart beating gratefully. Then, stroking the back of my head,
“Time to sleep puppy dog. Curl up and sleep sound all night.”
That was easy because I was tired and wanted to sleep and my body curled up obligingly. Then he put a pillow under my head tucked a blanket over me. Phil was a truly loving master. I watched his feet as he took a step away. Then he said quietly but sadly,
“Sleep deep sweet Prince and so let it be until tomorrow.”
I heard the door close and was thinking ‘Prince’, that must be my name. He gave me such a nice name. I’ll wag my tail for him again tomorrow.
- o -
I woke with a ‘start’. Bright sunshine made me blink. I was sure I’d missed a class then realized it was Saturday. It was a meeting I didn’t want to miss. Thoughts of last night came slowly into my mind but they weren’t very clear or coherent. I tried to get them straight as I got up and washed and shaved and dressed but there were more blank spaces than clear memories. It was only when I was picking up my pillow and blanket that I realized I’d slept on the floor. That was Phil’s doing. I knew it right away. I wasn’t drunk last night. He’d walked home with me last night. But why did he put me to bed on the floor. Still I had a strange feeling of gratitude for him. Like I should do something to please him. I had to go see him right away to find out what I missed last night. He was in the meeting house kitchen when I got there and I started right in with questions.
“Phil, why did you put me to bed on the floor last night? I mean I’m not mad about it or anything, I’m really glad you did. But why did you do it. And who on earth is Prince. I distinctly remember the name.”
He looked almost frighteningly downcast , like it was difficult for him to think. He spoke with almost pleading sincerity.
“I had to Eric. I didn’t want to but I had to. It’s all part of the plan. Some big hypnotic experiment. I just go along with it like you do with Master Dominic’s mind ‘games’.”
I think we stood mute for more than a minute. I wasn’t quite sure what I was thinking. Was I crazy or was he? I couldn’t understand his answer. I knew I was awake; I couldn’t have wakened into a dream. He knew he’d put me to sleep on the floor, he said he had to, so I hadn’t dreamed that. But what did Master Dominic have to do with it. I almost started to say ‘Phil are you joking with me?’ when Syvester interrupted us.
“Ah here are Eric. Lets go in the room and talk a minute while Phil gets on with setting up some refreshments for our meeting.”
The Meeting. I’d completely forgotten. This was Saturday. We’re having an early meeting today. Maybe I was becoming too distracted by all this talk about hypnosis, fascinating as it was. I pulled myself together and said,
“Yes, sure. We’ll talk after the meeting Phil.”
I followed Sy into the meeting room and plopped down into the first chair we came to, feeling a sudden sense of relief as things seemed to be back on the regular track.
“I heard Phil mention experiments, Eric. Maybe he was going to tell you about our luck in getting you a chance to participate in some really serious mind function experimental studies. Most fraternities, as you probably know, go in for more ’simple minded’ experiments like ‘frying’ their brains in alcohol or drugs or reassembling a Volkswagen in the Chancellor’s office some night. There is, though, one very open fraternity here founded on scholarship and admitting only top rank students. As a result their alumni have them financially well endowed which means they can afford to maintain rather extensive experiments on the effect of controlled social interactions on mind function. They do interact with other fraternities in finding worthwhile students to participate in their studies. It’s a good chance for an undergraduate to gain a little prestige while acquiring valuable experience in human interactions. I think you’ll find this worth looking into while you have the chance.”
His words gave me a chance to calm down and think about something realistically. Getting in on a good experiment while I was still an undergraduate could give a boost to my resume at job hunting time. I was going to thank Syvester and agree
to give it a good night’s sleep before coming to any more meetings. But I saw Adam sitting quietly on a chair by the table, apparently waiting to see Syvester. He caught my eye and smiled and that reminded me of our shaking hands last night. This was my chance to ask him about the strange feeling that hand shake caused me and maybe clear up one of the doubts I had about this whole ‘experiment‘. I quickly said, “excuse me a minute” to Sy and went right over to Adam. He smiled again and held out his hand and I reached out to shake it just like last night. But before I could even say ‘could I ask you a question’ the blue spot on his chest above his shirt caught my eye. It was the blue crystal with the gold halo and I froze in place. As I looked at it the gold mist formed and pulled the crystal into it and I went with it and everything went quiet and deep and I was waiting for a voice.
Then a voice came. I thought it sounded like Adam but it was more brusque and demanding, more like Master Dominic’s.
“You remember Eric. Remember it’s…. Time Chemboy….Strip Now.”
An electric spark ran through my hand and my body reacted instantly. I almost had to push a foot out of the way to get my shoes under the chair where they belonged. Folding the clothes went as neatly and precisely as always and I knelt proudly in front of the chair. I’d proven again that I could play that game as well as anyone could. Then I felt the hand rumbling the hair on top of my head and a warm feeling of contentment let me relax pleasantly and wag my tail. The voice came again but for sure this time it was Master Dominic’s talking to someone else.
“Real good Adam. You did real good. You’ve proved the double ’zap’ works.
You watched the experiment close didn’t you.”
“Yes Master.”
“You remember each of the steps don’t your”
“Yes Master.”
“OK. Into the kitchen and help Phil while we get Eric here on the road. Then into my office to see if you pass the pop quiz. Go!”
I was vaguely wondering ‘can Adam be a doggy too?’ when the voice spoke right to me.
“OK chem-boy. Time to hit the road. On your feet now.”
He ran his hand down the back of my head and sort of grabbed me by the nape, which seemed natural, and I followed the pressure, standing up like I always do when he said,
“Up into Eric’s world now chem-boy. You got a real important meeting on experiments at the big frat house down the street, understand? Hands in front now, palms up. See how neat this pile of clothes looks on them. Follow me out the door now. You walk in that direction all the way to the big house at the end there. All you gotta do is remember your Delta Kappa Order, thirty three; KO33. Got it? Just keep saying it as you walk; KO33. Go now boy, Go.”
And I understood right away. This was my chance to get in on some real experimental work. I’ll talk to Phil once I know what’s involved.
The warm road felt so good on my bare feet. The warmth radiated up my legs, into my crotch, and fueled the biggest, longest, hardest erection I ever felt; pointing right in the direction I had to go. And I concentrated with each step:
KO_33_KO_33_KO_33_KO_33_KO_33_KO_33_KO_33_KO_33_KO_33_…….
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