Haxsaw's Further Prerogative.

I wrote this as someone posted my postings were not real. I want allow the gentle reader to know how to place each other under deep, relaxing trance. Subject here is only going through actions I directed her in. You can choose any action, as you desire.

It was Haxsaw's living room, again. Here was a strong, average built man of good, good looks who, as he faced the camera on it's tripod, dropped his cup of coffee. Haxsaw was standing strong yet seemed rather daunted while holding up, rather guiding R.N., standing near. Haxsaw was in his fresh pressed Armani suit which now had a fresh coffee stain down the front of it. He looked forward, great man of the hour as he was, seemingly searching for answers himself, it appeared. Broken glassware was across the earthen tile floor.
"So much for stunning the Internet crowd with my great finesse while wowing them with my tremendous knowledge, huh?" he asked aloud. The camera rolled on.
Haxsaw used his black dress shoe to sweep the broken glassware beneath a T.V. bookshelf, not far from his computer system that the camera was attached to. He looked back at the camera once more, seemingly more collected now.

"So, this is L.N. and as you can see, she is standing, upright, relaxed, eyes closed and only in her bra and panties. I have her deeply under hypnosis. From my last installment, 'Haxsaw's Prerogative" I was simply swamped with TEXTS, E-mails and telephone calls. I wish to address the three inquiries, at this time." L.N. a tall, thin, long black haired beauty, stood near him. Haxsaw snapped his fingers, also stroking her hair, telling her hair was soft, radiant-wonderful to touch, over and again, over and again. He also added she felt, really felt safe, just in this place.
"I added that anchor so R.N. remains where she is, dressed as she is. Normally R.N. would never do such performances. Knowingly aware, she would scream! Being in this, shall we call, altered state of relaxation, R.N. will do whatever I command her."
Haxsaw gently, easily propped R.N's head, easily. He then easily, tenderly, glided his other free hand over what part of her breast were exposed. R.N. was commanded to breathe heavily. She, in turn, told Haxsaw she loved him, oh so much.
"In mind control you can never think you make the subject do something they would never, normally do. In "Haxsaw's Prerogative' I wrote to you of needing to know the subject's personality. In the case with R.N. I learned she would never, ever allow any man to have sex before marriage." Haxsaw then looked the camera dead on, pointing. "As hungry for sex, love and safety though I learned, in time, R.N. loves giving blow jobs! Under control R.N. does this, too. Yes, we never have sex." Haxsaw nodded his face, as reaffirming the fact, loud and clear. He then turned, spoke to R.N. and kissed her. R.N. wrapped her arms around his shoulders. It was the way her arms reached, though seeming to climb. It appeared R.N. was trying to pull herself up a mountain, in a way. R.N.'s face was placid and her eyebrows easy. She was totally unaware of her surroundings completely.

Haxsaw broke from his kiss.

"Come on... Abuse privileges and lose her body I control? No way!"

Haxsaw walked R.N. over to the wrap around couch, in the corner of the living room. From the computer system could be heard relaxing music, courtesy of E.M.G., the master of Warpmymind.com. With embedded tracks the girls were being kept longer, within mind control. On the couch was L.N. She was in blue panties, a white bra and thigh high stockings. Haxsaw snapped a finger in her ear, helping her up. He kissed her cheek. L.N.'s eyes were sleepy. They opened for she was, prior, resting on the couch. Haxsaw snapped fingers, leaving R.N. resting on the couch, instead.
L.N. was under five feet in height. She was of medium build. While she asked Haxsaw for mind control, making a better mind as well as rounder breasts, Haxsaw determined to use L.N. for later purposes, like now. More or less, L.N. was merely a display model.
"What are you?" Haxsaw asked aloud.
"A mindless, inflatable love doll," L.N. replied at once.
Haxsaw had her standing near himself as they were before the camera. Some wet coffee stains were being tracked back and forth, across the floor. At least each girl was with appropriate foot wear. R.N. had on sneakers. L.N. was wearing heels. Haxsaw could hear and feel the crunch of glass shards beneath his shoes. He was disgusted yet let it not show.
"What do you do when given a command?" Haxsaw said aloud.
"Follow and obey," L.N. said back to him.
"And what happens when you follow and obey?"
"I receive a reward..." L.N. was mystical yet ever so obedient.
"What is that reward?" Haxsaw snapped at her.
"Pleasure..." L.N.'s eyes seemed to mist over as her thoughts floated. Haxsaw looked her over and waved a hand in front of her face. Having conditioned her, well, he said, sternly, "Blank!" while snapping his fingers, also.
Haxsaw then asked what was on her mind. L.N. giggled a little and replied, "Nothing. I feel blank." Haxsaw touched, gently, for a brief moment, a bra strap, between her shoulder blades. He told she would feel comfortable- just feeling and floating. She would float like a leaf down a stream of water. L.N. smiled, within her own environment. Haxsaw turned to the camera.

"Now I am very open minded. I told how, in Haxsaw's Prerogative, to use mind control. Lets go, deeper, shall we? This can be used for the men or the girls, alright? I showed you an example, okay? Say some guy sees a neat, hot girl and he thinks, 'If she is just drunk enough I can get her to do what I want!' Fat chance, bone head! Try these techniques, instead, okay? By appearing you serve the subject you entice and draw them in and then you control, alright?"

Haxsaw stepped away from L.N. L.N. was standing there smiling, faintly, appearing droned out yet content, in her own quadrant, as the case would be. R.N. was sleeping on the couch. As Haxsaw picked books from the bookshelf beneath the T.V. set he stated many matters, matters such as the following:

Haxsaw pulled his seat from the computer desk and was still before the camera. "So, in meeting someone you like, really like and want, really want, not only want yet want and desire to control, try this as the hook. From 'Haxsaw's Prerogative' I told ideas for example to start as square one, to build a friendship, build up rapport with some man or girl. Say you are unsure of yourself."
By now Haxsaw has washed the floor and swept up broken glassware. R.N. was told she was giving a blow job to Haxsaw. On the couch she was seen, hands extended, mouth 'O' shaped. While L.N. stood she was still with that faded smile. Within her mind were truly no thoughts. L.N. was focusing upon blank sheets of paper, floating leaves and erased chalkboards at end of class time. She was secretly relieved to be free of studying again, at least within her mind's eye. Haxsaw was looking books over, his other hand carrying a fresh cup of coffee that may or may not be spilled.
"Now say you have that girl or man you want and desire? Any one of us can want anchor them. Here is a method, using mind control, to do just that. It is to use the subject's own doubt, against them."
Haxsaw put the book gently atop the T.V. and began explaining.
"Doubt plays a role in persuasion. It is irrational for if not, is straightforward objection. People are hesitant to take action. Their inner voice, gut feeling, tells things are not perfect. Use this to advantage- two ways. When doubt is expressed, apply one of the techniques focusing on social proof. You could say, “Thousands of people have used this method to get benefit X and they have succeeded.” Just replace “thousands of people” with an expert’s name or a name that your subject trusts and likes." Haxsaw swigged from his coffee cup. "It may seem confusing yet if you say, at the right time, to get the benefit from depression. Now, add being alone is the tipping factor causing this malady. Again, by quoting expert's names or people others can associate with you gather your subject's attention."
Haxsaw stepped about his living room. R.N. was commanded to swallow. She went through the motion, told to sleep, after. Once stepping up behind L.N., Haxsaw commanded she sleep.
"1, 2, 3!"
At the snap of his fingers L.N.'s head bobbed off to one side.
"In casting doubt you allow the subject you focus on, the man or girl you want date, the supposed alternative, being you. Never directly tell them to date you." Facing the camera Haxsaw was matter of fact with tone, right to the point. "In this presentation, the subject is cast in doubt, seeing you as the alternative, ready for the taking. At most, it can solidify a relationship by way of mind control."
"In order to achieve a level of mastery, you need understand different states the mind can be in. Someone once said we live on the same planet, but not in the same world. The reality is each has his own world based on this perception, value, belief, desire and emotion."
Haxsaw shrugged, yet it was true.
"Once you realize this, you have a clearer idea on mind control. You will focus on using the different states of the mind to make people do what you want. Now I will show how to use past and present states."
Haxsaw stepped over to R.N. as she sat on the wrap around couch. He remind how she was alone, always so alone and hungry, hungering for that man, that right man who would treat her with respect. Haxsaw leaned forward to R.N., reminding in her past she was alone- lost and unwanted- truly unwanted and left alone. R.N. was expressing a frown of regret. From her face a tear spilled down her cheek. Haxsaw glided a strong hand down her right breast. He did it quickly, while she slept. He reminded her he was here now and she would never be alone. Even in her thoughts she knew this was so, so true. R.N. whispered aloud, "I need you, Haxsaw." Her voice was like a distant croaking. Haxsaw kissed her lips. He told and reminded she was okay with him as only he would love her. He snapped his fingers again, telling her relax, deeper.
"I have all I can to do not to jump her bones but forget it! That would ruin the relaxation technique, okay gentlemen? We are building something here. One fault and you loose all trust you worked so darn hard to make." Haxsaw stepped back to the camera, directly.
"Here is an example, useful to you. You can say, 'A few months back you were a happy man/girl in a romantic relationship. Now you are all by yourself and all your future plans have collapsed.' This may seem cruel, but you have to keep in mind this is just the first part of persuasion technique. Then you will 'pace and lead' to get the subject to the desired state, at least in his mind."

From the computer system played on E.M.G's world wide distribution of... What was that subliminal song he sent Haxsaw? Hmm?

"Using the above example, you can say, 'You are now a wiser man/woman. You have a bunch of friends who are there for you. Now you can go find true love.' Notice how the completion of the pattern is positive?"
Haxsaw paced back and forth, a few times. He swigged from his coffee cup, again.
"Relying on the other installment I placed here, 'Haxsaw's Prerogative,' you are wanting the subject you are focusing upon be well known. I mean, come on, does the gentle subject have a traumatic past he opened up and shared? Well.... Shut up and listen! Never offer advice. Instead, reach out and hold hands, hug a shoulder or simply mutter out, "I care...." Those expressions go a heck of a long way, during a subject's traumatic period. It is the cement, binding them to you, okay? It is why the subject I refer to as R.N. gets close, loving my body pressed against hers. She told me all. Her father passed on. I stopped everything in construction. I stopped and dang' it all, I listened. Once she was here we talked. Over time, a long time, she was over the trauma/shock. During such, I was the support that glued her together, see? In making out, deep kisses and pressing our bodes close she confesses missing her daddy. In time, she told I am the replacement. I am the missing father figure. Crocus!!! In just listening, plus my relaxation techniques, she was putty in my hands. L.N. craves to want deep, passionate love making to me. She associates it to the trauma. I am seen as the missing link. I am the missing figure, the father. Now R.N. never leaves me."

Haxsaw drank down the last of his coffee.

"At my place, when kissing and making out, easily, telling each girl their faces relax, necks are easy, arms are free of heavy labor. Kissing more and then on, explaining their tummy's easy and care free." Haxsaw kicked out his chair, bringing a foot upon it. He fiddled with his empty cup. He glanced at L.N. She looked so beautiful to him. He thought how he needed protect her. He recalled her desire to gain knowledge hinged on that which he offered.
Haxsaw whispered pleasure as he picked L.N. up, carrying her in his arms. L.N. seemed to fall back, as though out, completely. Haxsaw went upstairs with her. Once downstairs, having placed her in bed, Haxsaw whispered to R.N. He next picked her up, reminding her safety was only found with him and only him. He, likewise, grunted as he carried her upstairs to another bedroom. Once back Haxsaw shook, smoothing out any wrinkles in his Italian suit.

"Well," he began. He took a few breathes to compose himself. "So, now you understand the secrets to mind control. I made this as someone came on, telling me I was a player, a fake. Try this system, free of charge, really. I want your life better of course. Follow it to the letter. Figure how the thing you want the person to do appeals to his desires. Think of the kinds of emotions this action will bring about. Remember these emotions should be positive. The thing you want the subject to do has to correspond to his highest values."
Haxsaw paused, rubbing his hands together.
"What if the thing that you want him to do does not connect to his desires, emotions and values? This can hardly happen; Unless the thing you want the person doing will hurt deeply, you should be able to identify its benefits that correspond to these factors for the purpose of mind control." Haxsaw looked the camera dead on and smiled.
"Think of it this way – there are always two sides to one coin. For instance, if you want the subject working late, he gets paid more. When you are a salesmen the subject will go home with a new item to use and enjoy. If you want the subject spending time with you need provide valid reasons that justify, to the subject's validity, such as no more lonely nights or no longer being in fear."
Haxsaw had his final thoughts.

"Now, if you do not mind, I need go upstairs. I have to see two ladies for various reasons. I cannot keep them waiting!" At this, the camera shut off and Haxsaw ambled upstairs for the evening in a sly fashion... His face was filled with anticipation.