"This is Dad talking to you, Jake. I want you to go deeper and deeper and get more and more relaxed so I can talk to you and tell you what I want for you." Almost immediately there was a change in Dad. His eyelids starting moving very quickly.
The reason Chris used Dad instead of God was because Dad had lived Grandpa as much as Aaron loved God. Grandpa was dead now though, that was when Dad had started drinking. Also Chris had listened to a few recordings of Grandpa and their voices were identical. Very convenient.
"Your right hand is feeling very light - like a balloon- and it is starting to rise up in the air." His right hand started to move. "You will try to stop your right hand from moving but you cannot, and the harder you try the deeper you will go." He seemed to be struggling with his hand but it just kept going up and up.
I tried a few more of the traditional things the books had talked about and they were very successful. It seemed that Dad was even a "perfect" subject. It's probably where Aaron got his susceptibility to hypnosis.
"You will be able to talk to me, Jake, but you will remain deeply asleep until I wake you. Do you understand?"
"Yes." He spoke for the first time and the sound frightened me. But still I carried on.
"Do you know who is speaking to you, Jake?" "Dad."
"That's right, Jake. Do you know who I sound like?"
"Chris."
"That's right. Jake. Since I do have Chris's voice. But it is not Chris talking to you. You understand that, don't you?"
"Yes."
"I am going to tell you what to do. If you do I will be so proud of you. You will become the best man to have ever lived. And I will be so proud of you. But you must never question my will. You must do everything I say or you will disappoint me so much I will never be proud of you."
I thought that last part a nice touch. Dad had always wanted Grandpa to be proud of him. Sometimes during his more depressed drunken binges he would moan about how he disappointed his father. So this was pretty good motivation.
"Do you understand who I am and what I am asking you to do?"
"Yes."
"Who am I?"
"Dad."
"And what will I do for you if you follow me?"
"I will be a good person you can be proud of."
"Over the next while I will be testing you. Testing your mettle. I know you will not fail me." This was the sort of thing Grandpa would say.
"No."
By this point I had been in the room almost an hour and a half. I still had it in mind that I wanted to give him a suggestion about spending money on me, but I was getting more and more excited about the possibilities of how deeply he seemed to be under. Maybe do something to him like Chris had to Aaron.
"I want you remain deeply asleep, but I want you to sit up and sit on the edge of your bed."
He did.
"I am going to ask you now to count down from fifty. Each number you say, you will go deeper and deeper, as though you are going down in an elevator. When you get to the number one, you will be as deep asleep as you can possibly get and you will be ready to hear what I want you to do." He started counting backwards. Then he hit 1.
Chris got to admire his Father's naked body. He was a very handsome man with shoulder length black hair. He spent several hours at the gym daily. And despite his alcoholic tendencies no he did not have a bear gut, he had a six pack. Jake's thighs and calves were muscled from walking from home to work to home again. He had his license taken away for drunk driving. He had a firm bubble but. And of course a cute little asshole right between his cheeks. His body was pretty much the only part of Dad that he felt proud of. But the most impressive part was his dick. He had balls big as tennis balls, and a seven inch soft dick. Seriously a total monster, it was eight and a half inches while erect. Whenever Chris wondered why his mom had married the guy, he just had to think of Jake's dick.