Surrendering to a Cigar Induction (smoking)
by mcgarguy
The scene is a pleasantly dim, smoke filled room.
It is a solid, masculine room at the end of a long concrete hallway. It is a private den, a library filled with heavy furniture, and shelves full of books, so many books. There are books about hypnosis, volumes about brainwashing, and entire series devoted exclusively to the subject of mind control.
It is a man’s place, a serene, smoke filled space; it is an intellectual man’s study. And in the room are two big comfortable chairs, and in one of those chairs sits a dark man waiting patiently.
Ensconced in his great leather reading chair, this man lies in wait, enjoying leisurely an immense cigar, contemplating its smoke, and thinking over his seduction of his most recent guest. It had been a moment to remember, the way he had seduced his surprised victim into deep, oblivious hypnosis. But perhaps the captive had been just a little too easy to hypnotize. The victim had been almost too vulnerable and had fallen into a trance practically without a struggle.
Fortunately the guards would soon be escorting in a second captive, the first one’s partner, and so the dark man waits in welcome silence, smoking slowly on his great cigar. He holds it before him and takes it in, and watches his smoke circling him, sinking slowly around him, and then he places his magnificent cigar back between his lips. And he smiles to himself. He is waiting for his prey, and he is enjoying these last few smoky minutes of delicious anticipation.
And then the iron lock turns, the steel hinges sound, the heavy door opens, and the dark man glances up as captive number two is escorted in, his wrists restrained by heavy cuffs, and this captive sounds irate as he is fastened securely into the facing chair. This captive will most certainly put up more resistance than the first, and so the dark man makes a delighted smile over his cigar.
The rest of this story is merely dialog.
Hey! What is going on here! -- shouts the unwilling guest.
Oh please, do come in -- says the dark man -- I’m so very sorry to keep you waiting, but I wanted to talk to your friend alone first. I hope my guards did not harm you. And the cuffs; I must apologize for them. They’re not too tight, I hope. I promise that I’ll be able to take them off you soon -- after you have been processed. Now, please make yourself comfortable. No, please, I must insist. I promise you that I am not going to harm you, so make yourself nice and comfortable.
What the hell did you just do to my friend? I just saw him outside in the hall. What did you do to him?
Ah, do not worry about him. Your friend is quite alright. But tell me, are you comfortable? And the restraints, they aren’t hurting you, are they? And I hope my cigar isn’t bothering you. I enjoy a good cigar now and then; I find the smoke to be very, very relaxing.
Look, I don’t know what you did, but you did something to him. He was acting weird - like he was drugged. You didn’t drug him, did you?
Oh no, no drugs. I promise you that he’s quite fine. He’s just feeling a little hypno-happy right now, that’s all; so do not worry about him. My guards will watch over him until you have been fully processed and are ready to join him. See, I needed to make a few minor modifications to your friend’s behavior, that’s all. He was acting quite belligerent when he was escorted in, so I made a few small adjustments. I also erased most of his memories, of course -- just as I intend to do to you.
You what ?!
Ah yes, this is such a fine cigar, a fine, relaxing cigar. It makes for such a splendidly rich, entrancing smoke. Why, it’s almost hypnotic, don’t you think? I really do enjoy a big, heavy cigar -- a nice big, heavy, relaxing cigar.
What did you say you did ?!
Oh now, don’t give me that shocked look; it was just a little light hypnosis that I used on him -- followed with some mild brainwashing of course -- quite safe, really. As you could see, your friend is feeling just fine right now, and so will you. In fact, you are going to find that being mind- controlled is a very pleasant experience. Why, your buddy thoroughly enjoyed the procedure. Sure, he tried to resist a little at first -- you all do -- but he was soon nice and relaxed, completely entranced by my voice. And in the end, he was feeling so very happy, as though being under my control was the best thing that had ever happened to him. But do tell me, what do you think of my cigar? Do you like cigars? Do you find them relaxing? Do you find the smoke to be almost hypnotic? I always enjoy a nice, big, soothing cigar while I’m hypnotizing my guests.
This is insane! Or it’s a lie!
Insane? Perhaps. But I promise you it is the absolute truth. See, I wanted your friend to be more submissive, and to want to serve me -- that’s right, I wanted to reduce him into an obedient slave boy -- so first I coaxed him into lowering his guard. Then I lured him down into a nice, deep, peaceful trance so that I could have complete control over his mind. Your friend now actually believes that he’s my slave boy. And he also believes that he’s nothing but a sex toy. In fact, he happily believes anything I tell him without any hint of resistance; he really cannot help himself. But, there’s no need to worry about him. He is quite content to be a mindless sex toy -- as you will soon understand. Ah, good, I can see that you have finally started to notice my cigar. It’s such a fine, rich, luxurious cigar; it is only natural for you to want to rest your eyes on it for a moment. Allow your eyes to follow it back and forth like this, and you will find that watching it can be very relaxing, so very, very relaxing.
. . .Look, I cannot believe he’d let you hypnotize him. He would never be foolish enough to let anyone hypnotize him.
Oh, but trust me, your friend did let me hypnotize him. After gazing at my cigar and focusing on my voice for a minute, he began to relax, just as you are now. He was soon feeling so relaxed and content that he simply could not resist me as I put him in a trance. And I put him down very, very deep. Yes, that’s good, my friend; just gaze at my cigar like you’re doing, and relax. Focus your eyes on my cigar, and follow it back and forth, back and forth, and just relax. You can feel the muscles around your eyes becoming so tired and heavy. And now your whole body is becoming tired and heavy. I am a very skilled hypnotist, you know. By the way, I am using the same induction on you right now and you are already beginning to go under.
. . . like . . . hell I am . . . I won’t . . . take these cuffs off of me . . .
Ah, you’re a fighter; very good. That’s what I like to see. But already you can feel that your legs and arms have become totally relaxed and heavy, so very heavy. And the heaviness is now rising slowly up through your body. Your entire body is already much too relaxed and heavy to move. You’re weighed down into your chair, and your eyes now feel like they’re glued to my cigar as I wave it before you and you find that you cannot look away from it. You cannot look away. Yes, you are already losing control, my friend, but there’s no need to be afraid; just relax. I promise that you will be okay. Soon you will simply forget who you were. Yes, your old memories will be erased, and just like your partner, all you will want is to serve and obey me. And you will feel better than you have ever felt before, so just focus your eyes upon my cigar and relax. Yes; follow my cigar back and forth - and let yourself relax. You are becoming so very relaxed.
. . . fuck . . . no . . . I’ll fight it . . . you’re a madman . . .
A madman? Oh how wonderful. Yes, I suppose I am. And there’s that determined look again; excellent. Feeling resilient today, are we? But please, do not try to fight it. Deep down, you know you really cannot fight it. You know that you will surrender to me soon enough, so just gaze at my cigar as I wave it back and forth like this. Yes, back, and forth. It feels so good to just relax your eyes. And the smoke is getting so thick around you, it is making your eyes so very tired. The smoke is so thick, so very thick, and you can feel yourself starting to float in the smoke, so very relaxed.
. . . uh. . . yes . . . it’s so thick. . . I am floating in the smoke . . . so relaxed . . . but stop . . . please stop . . . you’re hypnotizing me . . .
Oh yes, that is right, I am hypnotizing you. I am hypnotizing you. Even as the smoke is carrying you away, I am hypnotizing you. I am hypnotizing you right now, and you like how it feels, don’t you. You even like hearing me saying it over and over again: It makes you feel so good, doesn’t it, so very relaxed. Yes, I am hypnotizing you. I am hypnotizing you.
. . . yes . . . you’re . . . hypnotizing me . . . feels so good . . . now please . . . I beg you, stop . . . let me go . . .
Alright, yes, I will let you go -- in a minute. I promise I will let you go in a minute if you will just relax and watch my cigar -- go back and forth. All you have to do concentrate on my voice for a minute and relax, and then I promise I will let you go free. Will you agree to that? Yes, I think you will now agree.
. . . yes . . . ok . . . sure . . .
Very good, then since we have an agreement, you can just relax now, and let yourself drift in the smoke for a while. Just let your eyes follow my cigar, and focus on my voice, and let yourself drift in the smoke. The smoke is so nice and thick and relaxing, and it’s carrying you down deeper and deeper.
. . . nice and thick . . . going deeper and deeper . . .
Oh yes, you are now most definitely losing control. I can see it in your eyes; I can hear it in your voice. You are giving up control to me and you like the feeling of giving up control, don’t you. Ah yes, soon I will have you as my obedient slave boy.
. . . but . . . no . . . I won’t . . . you can’t . . . oh . . . your cigar . . . it’s so powerful . . .
Yes, that’s right, my cigar is so powerful, so very, very powerful. And my smoke is making you feel so good and relaxed and your whole body is now just floating in the smoke. So just let yourself float. You are just floating, drifting in peace and you cannot resist, no, so just let yourself drift. Let yourself drift away and everything will be ok.
. . . Uh . . . I . . . uh . . .
You are relaxed. You are so relaxed. Focus on my voice and just relax. You hear my voice and you relax. You see my cigar and you relax. You are relaxed. You are relaxed.
. . . I . . . am relaxed . . .
Yes, you are. You are so very relaxed and it makes you feel so good. It feels so good to just watch my cigar and relax. It feels so good to relax. It feels so good. It feels so good. . . . it . . . feels so good. . .
Yes, it feels so good. It feels so good to drift in my smoke. You feel yourself drifting, floating in my smoke. And you’re falling into the smoke, falling deep into the smoke, deeper and deeper, and as you fall, you are falling into my power, so deep into my power and yet all you want is to just relax and obey. Relax and obey. Relax and obey. You will obey. You will obey.
. . . I . . . will obey . . . I will obey . . .
Yes, you will obey. Just gaze at my cigar and you will obey. It feels so good to obey. And now you have fallen completely into my power, and it just feels so good that it makes you want to go even deeper. Deeper and deeper into my power. And as you feel yourself sinking deeper into my power, you feel better and better, and you will now believe anything I tell you. Yes, you will believe anything I say, anything I say.
. . . yes . . . anything . . . you . . . say . . .
You must believe anything I say. And now, listen to me carefully. Are you listening carefully?
. . . yes . . .
Keep your eyes focused on my cigar and now you are beginning to forget. Yes, you are beginning to forget everything. My cigar is making you forget. My cigar is making you forget everything. My cigar is making your memories slip away. They’re slipping out of you, and as they slip away, your mind is becoming empty, so very empty, and it’s making you feel better and better. Watch my cigar and now your memories are all gone. Now you have no memories at all. You cannot remember who you are, or what you are. You cannot remember anything.
. . . uh . . .
So, answer me now, can you tell me who you are?
. . . uh . . . I’m . . . uh . . . no . . . I cannot . . . remember. . .
That’s right, you cannot remember. No matter how hard you try, no matter how deep you search, you cannot remember.
. . . I . . . cannot remember . . .
You cannot remember; no, you cannot remember anything at all - but I am going to help you. Yes, I am going to help you to remember. I am going to tell you who you are, and as soon as I do, you will remember again. And remembering who you are will make you feel so good, so very happy, better than you’ve ever felt before.
. . . yes . . . so good . . .
Then concentrate on my voice and hear what I’m telling you: You are my boy. You are my slave boy. Can you remember now? You are my obedient slave boy.
. . . uh . . . yes . . . yes, that’s right. I . . . am remembering now . . . I am your slave boy . . . yes . . . obedient . . . I remember . . .
Good boy, and it feels so good to remember, doesn’t it. You can remember that you are my slave boy and it’s making you feel very happy, oh, so very, very happy. You have always been my boy, my cigar boy, and you like being my cigar boy.
. . . yes. . . I have always been . . . your cigar boy . . . Yes, that’s right; you are my cigar boy, and that makes me your Master. Can you remember that I’ve always been your Master?
. . . yes . . . you have always been . . . my Master . . .
Good boy; I am your Master. And your Master is going to use you as his toy, his very own sex toy. Ah, you like that too, don’t you, you like being a sex toy. Just look at that smile; you really like being a sex toy. Here now, let me see your cock. Let your Master see you; let your Master get a good look at your cock. Ah yes, your cock is nice and hard and ready. Yes, you are going to be a very good cigar boy, I can tell.
. . . yes . . . Master . . . I am. . . a very good cigar boy . . .
Very good, boy. There now; we’re all done. I’m all done processing you, and see, there was nothing to worry about. I told you that you would enjoy being mind controlled. A little mindcontrol never hurt anyone. And it was really great the way you tried so hard to resist me. It made hypnotizing you that much more enjoyable. And by the look on your face, and the sight of your cock so hard, I can see that you enjoyed being hypnotized too, didn’t you, boy.
. . . enjoyed . . . being hypnotized . . . yes Master . . .
Yes, of course you did. Here, let me remove those cuffs and restraints, after all, I did agree that I’d take them off you. And now that I have you completely in my power, we won’t need those restraints anymore, will we. You are now so very deeply hypnotized that all you want is to stay here with me, and to serve me and obey me, and to be my sex toy. Oh, I can see that you like that, don’t you.
. . . your sex toy . . . yes Master . . .
You know, boy -- you and your friend are both really seriously fucked now, do you know that boy? But no, I can see that you don’t have any idea just how seriously fucked you really are. And you don’t care anymore either, do you, because it just feels so very good to be mindless, doesn’t it, boy.
. . . yes Master . . . feels so good to be a . . . mindless fuck toy . . . thank you, Master . . .
Oh, there’s no need to thank me, my boy. The pleasure was all mine. And now go and fetch your friend. He’s just outside -- in the corridor with the guards. But get him, and then you two return to me. You will both obey my commands.
. . . we will both obey your commands . . . Master . . .
You will both enjoy worshipping me and serving me, and you’re both going to learn to love my cigars too, aren’t you.
. . . yes Master . . . your cigars . . . anything you say . . .
Good boy. Very, very good.
END