Tag: Humiliation

I’ll move up behind you, wrap one piece of rope below your breasts and another above. As I pull them tight and pull your supple body close to mine, I’ll lean in next to your ears and whisper, “Want to play?”

As your shudder betrays your desire I’ll hold your neck in my arms, feeling your pulse and every breath. You’re afraid. I can smell it on you. Does the thought of what I might do to you make you wet? I’ll lick you all the way from your neck up to your forehead, tasting you. I’ll nibble your ear and sink my teeth into your neck, so you don’t forget that you’re mine to violate.

Spinning you around to face me, I’ll push three fingers down your throat, while my other hand presses down on your nipples through your silk robe. I’ll push my knee up in between the moistness in your thighs. You want me to destroy you, don’t you? Read more »

“Ms. Glenna.. What brings you here of all places this evening?” You say, sitting ominously in your chair.

“They say you’re the best at what you do,” I plead, “Please. I’ve tried everything else. You are my last resort. They say your methods are.. unorthodox. But they work. You have to help me.”

“You do understand what will be required of you, in agreeing to this?” You ask.

“Yes. I’ll do anything. Anything you ask,” I repeat, my voice quivering with unease.

You stand up slowly and begin to unbuckle your belt walking towards me. I see your face now as it enters the threshold of the spotlight. It is stern. Rife with experience.

“We will see.” You say finally, “The success of my procedure depends on your ability to follow my instructions. To a tee. Do you understand?”

I nod, as a bead of nervous sweat rolls down by cheek. You approach me, gently putting the palm of your hand by the side of my face. It is warm. Kind. Unlike your eyes which stare down at me cold and without emotion. I wonder, how do you see me? As some kind of ugly cow who can’t control her impulses? I yearn for your approval even though I know its silly. I’ve just met you. Read more »

Part one of a possibly ongoing story about a school guidance counselor who uses his hypnotherapy skills on troubled girls.

The Guidance Counselor:

Five minutes before my appointment with Meghan was scheduled to begin I heard a faint knock on the door.

“Come on in, it’s open.” I tried to sound friendly and as non-intimidating as possible.

The knob began to turn and slowly the door crept open, revealing a beautiful 8th grader so nervous she was almost trembling. Shifting her weight from one tiny leg to the other she waited, unsure what to do next. I admired the little girl, savoring her insecurity and clearly visible anxiety.

“Meghan, right?” I flashed a warm smile that seemed to reassure her.
“Yeah, I … um … Mr. Roberts?” She spoke softly, barely above a whisper.
“Call me Steve!” My voice was upbeat but gentle, I needed to be as disarming as possible.

“oh, um .. okay Steve” She smiled and even giggled a bit, she was becoming more and more comfortable with me, a good start. Read more »