One day in the refectory, Bob and I were continuing a discussion from our morning lecture about hypnosis. The common premise is that you can't make so...eone do something under hypnosis that he or she wouldn't do normally, a few others from our class who were sitting nearby, also piped in with their views."But Bob," I said, "it's a proven fact that the human species will do just about anything, given the right stimulus, history has taught us that."The conversation carried on for some time, until. PLEEEEEEEESE! The cycle continues and her cries are delightful. She’s locked in an endless dance screaming NNNNOOOOGHH with garbled, drowning cries over and over again. The effects of the electricity are invisible, but the pressure in her breasts is clear. Her bountiful tits are deep blue, the skin almost white, her nipples so hard and thick they might pop. The veins have doubled in number, their crisscrossing pattern rising angrily to the surface of her once-white breasts.?You want them off??. Then the very next daywhen he got a glimpse of the nylons Paul was wearing. And how that peakedhis curiosity and he went up to Paul's bedroom and snooped around. He hadto chuckle as he realized he did a lot of spying near or in Paul's room.First getting caught by Shelly and then again snooping around on his own.But it was what he found in Paul's room and what he did while in therethat he was thinking mostly of right now. And the fact that he waswearing his son's panties, garter belt and nylons. He even openly admitted they could all be shot in the same breath. All this was said in front of all the Elders and resulted in a unified ‘gulp’ coming from their throats.About a week after this incident James sent out a message to every wealthy family, clan, guild, sect or whatever, that in another 5 days they would be holding an auction. Listed on the invitation was about 50 different products with a short description or no description at all.All of these products had been vetted by the Gau.