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*So how has your week gone? How are you feeling?*
“I feel great, actually. Yeah, I was feeling really relaxed after our last session. I’ve really been able to carry that through to today, and I’ve also been trying to take your advice and find unnecessary things that I do out of habit or an expectation that I’ve put on myself.”
*Well that’s wonderful to hear! I’m glad these sessions are helping; I know that for my part, I have really enjoyed working with you.*
There’s that smile again…
*I’m so curious, what are some things you’ve identified? Has anyone commented on the changes to your behavior?*
“Um haha uh yeah well I’m a little embarrassed to tell you, but the first one I noticed was right after our last session. My bra was bugging me as it always does. I remembered what you said about my homework assignment and realized I always let out a sigh of relief at the end of the day when I take it off, so I just took it off right then and there in my car before going to the store.”
*How did it make you feel walking around without it?*
“I was really uncomfortable at first.” You pause and let out a small laugh. “Wow this is awkward to talk about, but I could feel my breasts bouncing more, and I knew anyone who looked at me could see my nipples were probably poking out. With how good you’ve been to me, I wanted to make you proud and put my trust in you that you know what you’re doing, so I stuck it out and had mostly normal interactions with everyone. I noticed a few glances but couldn’t tell if I was just imagining it since I was nervous and on high alert. When my husband got home, he either didn’t notice or didn’t say anything. Same with the kids. It actually feels really good to just let the girls hang. I do feel a little freer from just that.”
You looked at him thinking about not wearing a bra and letting your nipples show through. You played it down a bit because since then, you haven’t worn a bra once and some interactions were different. You saw the way men stared, whether young and hormonal or married and professional, it didn’t matter. You saw how they stared at your nipples poking through tight shirts and the way they reacted when you let them graze their arms as you passed by in crowded areas. You like the attention, and it’s not your fault if they stare.
You were also thinking about your panties that mysteriously went missing during your last session. Every night while lying in bed, you’ve thought about what he’s done with them. Did he just take them and put them in a drawer somewhere, or did he touch himself while smelling them or licking them? You love the fact that he was so brazen about it, and neither of you had said anything.
*That’s so wonderful to hear. You put so much pressure on yourself to be a certain way and fit into a certain box, but I want to continue to encourage you to find what makes you happy and explore that even more. Well, should we get started?*
Your thinking has distracted you from his countdown and now you only hear the tail end of it. Not wanting to disrupt him, you stay silent.
*and 10. You are fully under now. You will not awaken until I snap my fingers. Your mind, your body, your actions: they are all under my control now…*
Your eyes are closed, and you’re trying to relax and slow you’re breathing. Maybe you can catch up? Oh shit, what’s he going to do if he finds out? Better just go with it, whatever happens.
You feel his hand on your ankle and sliding up your leg to your thigh and back down. He removes your sandals and starts sucking your toes. Wtf! You didn’t know he did this?? It tickles, and you try to remain still. It starts to feel really good having his tongue wind its way between your toes. You start to relax into it and feel some arousal building. Oh god, what else is going to happen? You need this, but you love your husband and family and don’t want to hurt them. But you do need this. Every day you feel the ache to feel another man’s cock in you and taste his cum. Just remember, you’re under hypnosis. Don’t forget to act like it.
His hands reach up your skirt to your bare pussy. You haven’t worn a bra and haven’t worn panties either. You hear him chuckle *Oh you are a dirty little thing.*
He commands you to stand and then proceeds to take off all your clothes. You watch through half-open eyes as he piles them to the side and takes his clothes off too. Sitting there stroking his really sexy cock without a care in the world, he opens your phone. He’s so cocky. It’s incredible how casually and confidently he does all of this naked in the middle of the room with you standing there watching him. He really doesn’t give a fuck does he?
He starts doing through your phone and sees the pics you took from the parking lot that you kept in the same folder as all the videos he’s taken while you were under hypnosis. His cock looks so hard, and seeing it now in real life, you can appreciate how long and thick it really is. You start to worry if you’ll be able to play this off as if you’re hypnosis. Watching him violate your privacy and stroke that long cock of his in front of you is such a turn-on. You want it bad.
*Do you need something? Why are you pouting? You want this?* as he wags his cock at you.
Oh shit, you are pouting. You can’t stop now or he’ll get suspicious, so you let out a soft pouty moan and keep up the ruse. He swipes at your phone and points it at you to take a video.
*Get on your knees.*
You lower to the floor and stare with a dumb look on your face trying not to alert him. Despite the guilt creeping in, you want to take in the moment and enjoy it. You want to grab him with your hands, examine it more closely, stroke it slightly to get a feel for it, and then lick it for a little before going all in. It is the first cock you have seen in years after all, and it looks incredible. But you have to do what he says as he says it. That’s what you would do under hypnosis, so that’s what you have to do now.
You instantly take him into your mouth. Only about half of his shaft fits comfortably, but you bounce your head on it using your tongue to lick it enthusiastically. It tastes so fucking good. Oh my god you miss cock so bad. You’ve had your husband’s for years, but even a decent cock like his gets mundane. You absolutely feast on your doctor’s cock taking in every detail with your tongue. You moan weakly as your tongue slides across the subtle ridges and veins and the bottom of his head. You can taste his precum leaking into your mouth, and it’s all making you so wet. You want to touch yourself but resist the urge.
He grabs your hair firmly. It’s too hard and hurts, but he doesn’t know or doesn’t seem to care as he grabs your head with his other hand and starts fucking your mouth. Between his two hands, he’s got a strong grip on your head, and he starts fucking it. Hard. Too hard. The head of his cock is pounding the back of your throat. It hurts and makes it hard to breathe. He pauses occasionally when it’s as deep as it seems it’ll go to just press firmly on your head forcing it little by little down your throat. You can’t breathe at all now and start gagging. He doesn’t stop. Why doesn’t he stop? He knows you’re choking right? You want to panic but do your best to stifle any impulse to move.
When he lets your head up, you feel his cock sliding across the inside of your throat and mouth as it pulls out. You can’t help but gag and take deep ragged breaths trying to get some oxygen into your body. He repeats the process again. And again. And again. Each time you’re not sure if he’ll let up or just let you suffocate. The gagging causes a slobbery mess dribbling down your chin and onto your chest that you desperately want to wipe off, but you have to continue to pretend that you’re under his spell. He really is using you like an object. It hurts, but having your throat filled by this long meaty cock makes your legs quiver and your pussy throb.
You stare at his glistening, hard cock already missing it from your mouth and start licking his balls like a cat as you see him clicking and swiping through your phone. What could he be doing? You’ve seen the videos he leaves you, but he seems to be up to something. He stops and grabs his phone. While he watches it, it dings and he checks swipes away the notification. Did he just send himself a video of him fucking your throat? Oh no you hadn’t thought that he might have all these pictures and videos too…
The session continues like this, he pulls your hair and pushes you on the floor. He fucks your pussy and mouth roughly and uses you as he pleases. You moan and gag and take his dick for half an hour without saying a word. You keep seeing him use your phone and send the videos to his own phone. You think back to the image from one of the videos from last time of the dumb look on your face and your half-asleep eyes looking so disappointed that you didn’t have his dick in your mouth and crawling to come suck it. Looking like such a dumb slut is so humiliating.
And now you know he has all of it. You think about your family, how crushed and disturbed they would be if they saw any of this. You don’t want to hurt them. But it’s not your fault, right? You were under hypnosis, and you’re being taken advantage of by your doctor anyways. You never thought that someone else might see this, and you’re horrified to think that it’s too late. He has all of it anyways, so there’s nothing you can do. You’ve never felt like more of a piece of shit in your life. All your pathetic slutty desires came to this, and it could ruin your family.
As you sit on the floor next to the couch with your head being pushed into the cushion looking passive and nearly brain dead with this thick cock forced down your throat, you think how this has to be the most degrading and humiliating thing you have ever experienced. You feel completely at this man’s disposal and treated like all you are is warm piece of meat for him to fuck.
It almost feels like a low point in your life except that the way the cock feels and tastes as he roughly forces it down your throat makes you even wetter. Even with your mouth filled by its girth, you want to thank him for using you and beg him to extend the session and not stop yet. You get even wetter and know that as soon as this is over, you’ll be hungry for more cock and be looking forward to next time. The guilt creeps back in but the bliss you feel at finally getting what you want pushes it out of your mind.
You feel him get even harder and hear him say, *Oh fuck, oh fuck…yes…unghh*, and then you feel his hot cum filling your throat as his cock pulses in your mouth. It pulls back slightly, and you can feel it squirting against the back of your throat adding to the growing puddle of sweet liquid pooling in your mouth. Fuuuck, that tastes like heaven. You whimper like a good pet. It feels amazing to have a full load of his semen in your mouth, but you still gag and cough from having it shot into your throat.
He releases the pressure from holding your head down, and you cough being careful not to put your hand to your mouth as that may give you away. You swallow his cum and feel the thick liquid slide down your throat. When you breathe afterwards, the sweet flavor spreads across your mouth, and it really is sweet today. It tastes amazing. You feel the saliva and cum drip off your chin as you sit hunched on the floor, a tired mess covered in sweat, drool, and cum. You can feel the tears streaking down your face from all the gagging. Your makeup must be an absolute mess.
He bends over with your phone pointed at your very used face to snap some pictures. Then he sets it aside and using two fingers, collects the cum that dripped down onto your belly, chest, and chin. He grabs your hair and pulls you forward so you flop roughly onto the floor, and then you feel him push his fingers and his cum into your already soaking wet pussy. You savor the feeling knowing his seed is in you and can’t stop a small smile from cracking your lips. You wish there was more, but unfortunately, the session is over.
He grabs a towel from his desk, cleans himself, and then wipes your face and torso clean. You are still a hot mess though, and he doesn’t bother wiping your legs or groin. He gets dressed and then proceeds to tell you to stand up and puts your dress and sandals back on before laying you down on the couch. You close your eyes and listen to the click of his fingers as he finishes with your phone.
He then goes through the process to bring you out of your trance, and **SNAP!!**
You pretend to awaken as normal and sit up looking around pretending to be disoriented.
*Hi, hey there. How are you?*
What a fucking psycho. His handsome face and warm smile are completely at odds with the way he was using your body to get off only minutes ago, but his smile is still so pleasant and warm. All you can think about is his thick cock being rammed down your throat. The taste of his thick load is still strong in your mouth and hard to ignore. Even so, you answer him saying, “Hi yeah I feel fine.” Your throat is sore, and your answer comes out hoarse. He offers you water, and you drink some. “Mm. That’s better. Yes, I feel wonderful thank you. So how did I do? What happened today?”
*You performed perfectly as always. Because during hypnosis, your conscious mind steps to the side and your subconscious is more present and pliable, we were able to really dig into some of the triggers for your anxiety, and I started to reframe your perception of them. We can’t control our environment nearly as much as our perception of it, so that was the goal today. There’s more work to be done, but I think it was a good start.*
What a load of shit. Not a word of it is true, and yet he’s so confident and actually sounds believable. You sit there tuning out his lies and rubbing your tongue around your mouth savoring his taste. You didn’t get off, but you will later thinking about what he did to you today.
*One more thing, I have some colleagues that are having less success with their hypnosis therapy. Because you are such a good subject, I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind if I brought them in for our next session? I know therapy is a very personal thing, but I can assure you that they are complete professionals bound by the same laws and code of ethics as me and may even provide some helpful advice. It’s totally up to you though.*
“Ummm yeah I suppose so. Why not?” More guys here? Maybe he will actually do some more therapy this time. Surely they can’t all be as depraved as him right? Could they be? Ugh, please be. You bite your lip. “That…sounds great actually. Thank you, Doctor.”
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