Georgia Confirms You Can't Be Hypnotized
You are now the last man standing on stage. Will you be like the others or will you be like no man I have ever met? How will it feel for me to meet a man I can not control? Will I be angry or sad? Will I hate you and berate you? Or will I respect you and be pleased to meet a man with a will of his own, who can think for himself, who follows no one? How will it feel for me to finally meet a real man? Will I then follow you? I now start talking to you.
"What is your name?"
"Orlando."
"How are you feeling, Orlando?"
"Okay."
"Do you like my dress, Orlando?"
"Oh, yeah!"
You hear the audience laugh and know the audience is laughing with you, not at you.
I am going to ask you if you feel hypnotized. "Fuck no, bitch!" you want to tell me. You want me to drop to my knees and you want me to take off my dress so that you can count to twelve and masturbate all over my breasts.
"Orlando, do you feel hypnotized?"
"No, Mistress, I am not even aware I am hypnotized."
And this time the audience is laughing with you and at the Mistress. Didn't you just say that you had no awareness of being hypnotized? Isn't it true that if you were hypnotized, you would know it?
"Drop to your knees, Orlando."
"Yes, Mistress." Sure, bitch, you think. You'll get on your knees, but only because you're tired of standing and you need a rest.
"Orlando, have you ever seen the TV show, "Sex and the City"?"
"Yes, Mistress." You wonder whether there is anybody who hasn't seen that show.
"Orlando, I'm going to tell you who your favorite person on "Sex and the City" is, and when I name that person, I need you to do something very special for me. Do you understand, Orlando?"
"Yes, Mistress."