The couple sat in their hotel suite having cocktails before dinner. They had been in Paris for nearly a week now and to all who observed them they seemed be a typically affluent American couple. Sven, always natty in his Seville Row suits and Linda, as usual, attired in a Dior frock. In an hour's time they would be meeting a client of Sven's for dinner.

The dinner was excellent as usual, afterward Sven invited his client back to their suite. Sven opened a bottle of Dom Perignon and filled three tulip shaped flutes. After the three had clinked their glasses in a toast it was time for Sven to get down to business.

Linda Hays, the daughter of prominent industrialist Martin Hays and his wife Janice was just as she appeared, the spoiled and arrogant offspring of wealthy parents who had died too soon, making her the heiress to their fortune. She was a striking redhead with flashing green eyes and the temperament usually associated with those features. In her stocking feet she stood about 5'5" and had a figure to match any of the models they had seen at the Dior fashion show several days ago. For the past year, however, she had been in Sven's "care"; and Linda's carefree jet setting life style had been turned upside down.

Linda had met Sven at one of those parties frequented by the idle rich. He was an attractive bachelor who practiced Psychiatry and dabbled in hypnotism (he sometimes found it useful in his practice). The party's hostess had prevailed upon him to give a hypnosis demonstration as entertainment for the party. Linda'd had a fascination for hypnotism since she was a kid, but she was confident that she was too strong willed to succumb to it's influence. Linda had been an eager volunteer when Sven asked for subjects, hoping that she could spoil the show when he was unable to put her under.

Linda and three other party guests where selected as subjects and Sven proceeded to put his four subjects into a trance. Linda proved to be the hardest of the four subjects for Sven to hypnotize, but finally she too succumbed to Sven's mesmerizing voice.

Sven had his subjects do the standard bag of party tricks, he had one man feel as though the room was excessively cold causing him to stand shivering and hugging himself to try to keep warm, and then being so hot that he broke out in a profuse sweat. Sven told the other woman subject to relax her arm as he took four long hat pins and pierced (skewered was more like it) her forearm completely through, she sat smiling apparently not feeling a thing. Sven then had the other male subject running around on all fours and barking like a dog. This was a fairly impressive exhibition considering his subjects were very wealthy people who were not usually inclined to such behavior.

As for Linda, Sven had her stand then told her to make her body very rigid. Then with the aid of the two male subjects her rigid body was lifted then placed on two supporting chairs. Linda's head rested on the back of one chair her feet on the back of the another. All the time her body remained perfectly rigid, not a muscle moved. As Linda spanned the space between the two chairs Sven walked about her whispering in her ear. He was planting a few posthypnotic suggestions in Linda's head.

Sven's first suggestion to Linda had been for her to meet him for drinks at a local hot spot the next day. The second had been to keep their engagement secret and to wear a disguise.

Sven sat at a table in the bar, he was not certain that Linda would keep their rendezvous since posthypnotic suggestions did not always work. When Linda showed up with her distinctive red hair completely encased in a floppy hat and wearing sunglasses Sven knew he had her. They ordered Cosmopolitans and talked. After a few rounds he asked if she would like to continue their evening at his hotel room. Linda always ready for some fun, agreed.

Since both Linda and Sven each had their own cars, Linda followed Sven to his hotel. Sven pulled in and handed his keys to the parking valet. Linda pulled in right behind him. Sven gave her a spare room key card, and told her go on up to his room and make herself comfortable while he tended to her car.

Sven watched as Linda disappeared into the hotel lobby. He jumped into Linda's car drove it several blocks, parking it on the street. He locked the car, but left the keys in the ignition. He then hurried back to the hotel.

Sven let himself into his hotel suite and found Linda sitting in the chair by the window. He made a show of dropping his car keys and valet ticket on a table by the door telling Linda that they were hers. He suggested drinks and she accepted.

It was time to see if his third posthypnotic suggestion to Linda would also worked.

Sven turned to Linda speaking her name, he snapped his fingers twice, and said the word "sleep". Linda looked at Sven when she heard her name then slowly her head slumped over. She was oblivious to all around her except for the sound of Sven's voice.

Linda had been just what Sven was always on the look out for. The mesmerizing Sven had a lucrative side line to his psychiatric practice. He specialized in transforming spoiled little rich girls into the doting pets for an even richer clientele.

Sven set about transforming Linda Hays, his current little rich girl into a dutiful and obedient slave. He did not plan to waste any time.

Sven began by reinforcing the hypnotic hold he now held over his helpless victim. He spoke her name "Linda, you can hear only my voice and you will do exactly as I say. Do you understand?"

Linda sleepily responded: "yes".

"Now Linda, I will count backwards slowly from ten, each count will take you deeper and deeper into your hypnotic sleep. Do you understand?"

Again a sleepy "yes" was Linda's response.

Sven began counting "Ten, think of your most pleasant memory as you fall deeper into sleep. Nine, you can not help yourself as you focus on your memory and it becomes more acute your sleep will become deeper and deeper. Eight, the thought of your memory is completely enveloping you, you can not resist as it envelopes you but the memory is changing, it is slowly changing to visions of submission, your submission. One, you are now in the deepest possible sleep, you have no control, you have no control. You can not move, talk or even think without my permission. You hear my voice and you must obey. You have no will of your own, you hear my voice and you must obey. If you understand you will respond: Yes master."

Sven asked: "Do you understand slave?"

"Yes master" was Linda's reply.

"Very good, now lets make you look more like a true slave." Sven then intoned: "Linda, you will rise from the chair and stand before your master."

Linda slowly straightened then stood up. Sven instructed her: "Stand perfectly still, your muscles are becoming stiff. Try to move, you can not. The more you try to move the stiffer your muscles will become until you can not move at all. Now try to move."

Linda did her best to move her arms, her legs, her head, anything but found it impossible. Soon she stood before her master as rigid as a statue carved out of marble.

Sven walked around his immobile subject, admiring Linda's perfect figure and reflecting on how he had reversed the story of Pygmalion. He came behind her and slowly unzipped Linda's dress. He pulled the dress down over her shoulders, then with another little assist to get it past her full hips the garment dropped and gathered around her feet. Still the statue, Linda now attired only in panties, garter belt, hosiery and shoes stood silently before her master. Sven proceeded to slide her panties down her thighs, they joined the heap gathering about Linda's ankles, he was pleased that she decided to forgo the bra.

Sven now allowed his statue-like slave to relax her rigid muscles. He had her step out of the heap or garments gathered around her ankles and had her move over to the couch. At the couch Sven ordered his compliant slave to lay down. Once reposed on the couch Sven removed Linda's conservative pumps and her relax.

Linda spent the night on the couch wearing only her garter belt and stockings. Sven placed a pair of earphones over her head as she slept. A tape recorder playing a continuous loop tape provided the soothing sound of rain fall in the background as she heard an echoing refrain though out the night "you are now in the deepest possible sleep, you have no control, you have no control. You can not move, talk or even think without my permission. You hear my voice and you must obey. You have no will of your own, you hear my voice and you must obey.you are now in the deepest possible sleep, you have no control, you have no control. You can not move, talk or even think without my permission. You hear my voice and you must obey. You have no will of your own, you hear my voice and you must obey"

In the early morning Sven returned to his sleeping beauty and removed the earphones. He calmly whispered in her ear: "you will now fall into a natural sleep for about an hours time. You will awake when I snap my fingers three times, you will feel refreshed, as though you'd had the best sleep of your life. You will have no conscious memory of last night."

Sven had a few things to take care of so he covered her with a blanket, then left her to sleep for one more hour. When he returned he snapped his fingers three times. Linda slowly started to stir, she opened her eyes and stretched her limbs. She indeed felt very relaxed as though she had never had a better sleep. She asked Sven what had happened last night, she said she couldn't remember a thing and was puzzled as to why she was naked except for her garter belt and hose and sleeping alone on the couch. She also wandered how she could have had such a perfect sleep, sleeping on the couch.

Sven replied: "The drinks must have been a little too strong, we were on our way to the bed room and you were disrobing as we went, but you passed out before we got there. I carried you to the couch covered you with a blanket and let you sleep it off. I'm glad you seem to be feeling better."

Linda was a little puzzled, if she had passed out from the drinks why did she feel so good instead of hung over? Since she could not come up with a more reasonable explanation, she decided to accept Sven's for now.

Sven had a breakfast prepared for her which she ate gratefully, but she could not find her clothes. Linda was at first upset that her clothes had "disappeared", but then she thought Sven probably planned to follow through on that "fun" she thought she was going to have last night. She was right, but not in the way that she thought.

Linda was feeling pretty good now that she had eaten, but was getting impatient about the fun and games. It didn't seem to Linda that they were proceeding to any of the games that she'd had in mind. After all she was parading around in her birthday suit while Sven seemed to pay little or no attention to her. She reasoned that if there were no games, there was no reason for her to be naked.

When Sven seemed to just ignore her, a spark ignited within the firebrand, and that legendary temper exploded. As Linda launched into a tirade, Sven calmly turned and spoke: "Linda," he snapped his fingers twice, "sleep".

The tirade stopped in mid sentence. Linda's eyes closed, her head drooped and as she began to collapse Sven caught her then guided her back to the couch.

Back to the business at hand. Sven deepened Linda's trance before beginning. "Linda I am going to ask you a few questions and you will answer me truthfully. Do you understand?

"Yes master" was the response.

"Did you follow all of the instructions you were given, before you met me for drinks.

"Yes master." "Very good slave, now is anyone expecting you to be anywhere or do anything within the next few days?"

"Yes master, I am meeting my stepsister and her husband tonight."

Sven knew this already, but asked anyway: "can you cancel?"

"Yes master, I can cancel."

"Good, what is your stepsister's number?"

"777-7673"

"You will tell her that you met an old girl friend, she is only in town for the night and wants to get together with you before she leaves. Will that convince your stepsister?"

"Yes master, I have broken many engagements with her and her husband."

"Very good. Do you keep in regular contact with your stepsister?"

"Yes master, at least once a week."

"Good, tell her you'll talk to her next week. Do you understand?"

"Yes master."

"Excellent, while you are talking to your stepsister you will be able to talk in a normal speech pattern just as though you were awake. Do you understand?"