"Alright, Patrick. Forgive me for making you wait, my receptionist gave me the wrong set of files." The therapist sat behind his desk, in front of me. "So, what brings you to me?" he asked, still organizing papers and giving me only a brief look.
"I've heard you're good at hypnosis," I said, anxiously looking down at the tips of my shoes. "I thought you could use it to help me..."
Doctor Reed raised his eyebrows as he finally focused his full attention on me. My heart began pounding. I was scared of what was about to happen.
"I suppose you could say I'm a decent hypnotizer," he admitted. "Why would you like to be hypnotized, though?"
"To make myself more confident," I responded without hesitation. For days I was overthinking this session, getting ready for what was to come. To a point, it made me emotionless.
I thought he would begin questioning me now, but surprisingly, he stood up and pointed me the cozy couch in the back of his room.
"Let's continue here," he offered. I sat down in the corner and he chose the place right next to me, in an armchair. "You seem rather nervous, Patrick, so if you consent, I'll place you into a surface level trance. It should make you feel safe and relaxed, while allowing me to offer you the help you need."
"Okay," I nodded. "But I'm worried it won't work on me."
He smiled rather confidently.
"Don't worry about that. There are multiple different ways of putting someone in a trance. Statistically, it takes about three to four tries on an average person and seven to nine on someone very resistant to influence. Help me by following my instructions and I will help you. Alright. Close your eyes, rest the back of your head against the backrest, release the tension from your muscles. I will now stand up, but you calmly remain that way."
I heard the squeak of the leather as he stood up and then took place right next to me. It scared me a little bit, as I felt totally vulnerable, but I didn't open my eyes.
"I'll sit closer to you, so that you can hear me," he whispered almost straight to my ear. His presence being so close to me felt odd; intimate. I smelled the scent of his cologne and in some weird way he seemed to be radiating cozy warmth that made me focus my full attention on him. "Listen to my voice. Ignore all the other sounds you may hear. You don't need the ambience around you. You need only to listen to my voice," he kept whispering gently in a slow, monotone way. "Allow your thoughts to become blank. Give up your consciousness, allow your instincts to be in power. Calm down your breath. Imagine a great, peaceful darkness, the same that you see when falling asleep. Don't be afraid of it. Don't be afraid to get lost in it. Let yourself to slowly drift away. Let yourself sink into the calming darkness. Don't be afraid to do so, I'm here for you. Just keep listening to my voice. That way I can keep you safe. Safe and feeling good. Feeling good and relaxed. Don't be afraid to let go but don't feel pressured to do so either. You can doze off, take a short nap, regenerate. I'll keep watch. Whatever your choice is, I'm here to keep you safe. You are protected. You're taking short, slow breaths. Your body is adjusting to your relaxation. You're sleeping, but you're still hearing my voice. It's not loud enough to wake you or bother you, but you can hear it just fine. You enjoy hearing my voice. You know that it means that you're safe and protected. When you hear my voice, you can relax and let go. When you hear my voice, you have to listen." Some pleasant warmth touched my chest in a light pressure, and began massaging it gently, sensually. "Relax... You must be so cozy right now. No cold or danger could touch you, because I'm here with you." The warmth began spreading. It was now caressing my stomach, then my thighs, then touched my crotch. Wherever it showed, it left heat that wouldn't disappear. "It's so warm and nice as if you were sitting next to a fireplace. You can sense that warmth as it removes any cold you could sense." The touch returned to my chest and it doubled on the warmth I felt before. I sensed droplets of sweat forming on my forehead, my armpits getting moist. "It looks like you're becoming too warm... too hot... how about you stand up for a moment and take off your clothes? It will cool you down a bit..."
"Nooo..." I protested weakly, frowning.
"As you wish. Don't worry about that. You won't be forced to do anything against your will. You can trust me to keep you safe and protected." Then yet another warm touch arrived to my chest, rubbing my body passionately and spreading the heat, slowly becoming unbearable. I could feel that one of the droplets on my forehead formed and slid down to drown in my eyebrow. "You're safe and relaxed... you're warm and protected... you can let go and sleep comfortably..." It wasn't true. I couldn't. It was too hot. Way too hot.
"It's so hot..." I whispered.
"Would you like to take your clothes off to cool down?"
"No..."
"You can trust me, Patrick. I'm here to keep you safe and relaxed. I want you to feel good. You have nothing to be ashamed of. I'm a doctor, the sight of a naked body doesn't impress me. Just make yourself comfortable and relax..."
I stood up and began undressing. I felt like ripping my clothes off but I lacked the strength to do it.
"Please, help me..." I moaned helplessly, not being able to even unbutton my shirt.
"As you wish. You just sit back and relax, I'll free you from this heat." I gasped in pleasure when he freed me from my shirt and the t-shirt under it. My torso felt fresh and cold, as if the hot day has ended and now it was the cool evening. It became even better when he released me from my pants, then from my sticky, sweaty underwear. Even when he removed my socks, my skin felt relief I could not describe with words. "You're free now, Patrick. You can lie back and relax. You're cool and safe. You don't have to worry about anything. How do you feel, Patrick?"
"I feel great," I said, smiling and spreading my arms comfortably, among the great, dark void, that was not endangering me, as the voice was protecting me. "But please, stay with me."
"I'm not going to leave you, Patrick. You know you can trust me. You're protected and loved. You deserve to feel good and relaxed. You deserve to rest." As long as I was listening to the voice, it would keep me safe. As long as I was listening, I could relax. "Do you feel a little tickle, Patrick? Down in your body, it touches you very gently, barely noticeable, but slowly grows in strength as we speak. Do you sense it?"
I giggled.
"Yes," I admitted cheerfully.
"While sudden and not expected, you're so relaxed that you don't feel the need to act on it. It's as if a butterfly had landed on your body and started gently moving its colorful wings. You don't feel like waking up your muscles, that feel so great being so relaxed, to scare the butterfly away. It's not doing anything bad to you anyway. If it wanted to, I would scare it away, because I'm here to make you safe." I giggled again, as the little tickle increased on intensity, but my body felt so heavy from the relaxation that I could not possibly act on it. "But as you slowly let the butterfly play on you, the innocent tickle becomes quite frustrating... It's still a pleasurable sensation, but one that would be even more pleasurable if you could scratch the spot where it's playing. But you can't do it because you don't want to harm this beautiful, colorful butterfly." I could not see the butterfly, as it was playing under me, around my buttocks. It became really comfortable playing down there, but as the voice said, I didn't want to hurt its wings by trying to stop it, so I helplessly endured it, chuckling. "Oh, the butterfly has flown away. But it seems the itch that he left still grows in you... You can reach your hand and scratch it now, though."
I tried moving my arm but it jumped up like a fish out of water and immediately fell down. It was so heavy from relaxation that I could never reach the itching spot.
"Please, help me..." I asked.
"You wish me to scratch you, Patrick?"
"Yes..."
"As you wish. I'm reaching out to scratch that spot. I'm touching it. Can you feel it?" I felt his touch but it was in the wrong place. The itch was there but deeper.
"No..." I moaned weakly. "It's deeper inside of me..."
"Hmmm... I can't reach that far with my hand, Patrick. I could try scratching you with something else. Would you like that?" he asked gently. I kept curling my toes as the tickling sensation was becoming truly unbearable.
"Yes..."
"Okay. I will need you to relax now. Let me turn your thoughts off so hard that I will be the one breathing for you. I want you to slowly take a breath with me..." I followed him as he made the sound of slowly absorbing air through his nose. "Keep it... and slowly release it..." he kept guiding me and repeating it. I felt something down there pressing itself against me. The slow, calming breaths helped me to submit to it. I felt odd shiver of excitement when it entered me, finding less and less resistance with each breath I was releasing through my nose. I spread my legs further, enjoying the sensation of letting it enter me, deeper and deeper, towards that annoying itch.
And it finally reached it. I moaned from pleasure and satisfaction when that thing began itching my insides, bringing an overwhelming relief. At that moment I wanted it to stay inside me forever. It was filling me so well like it was the last missing piece of me. With it inside of me, I didn't have to fear about any butterfly entering me and leaving an unbearable itch.
"This feels so good... you feel safe, relaxed, intact. Fully satisfied. Nothing stands in your way. You're free and happy. Enjoy yourself. Think of nothing else. You're in a bliss you deserve. It's your time to regenerate. And I'm here to guide you, to help you, to protect you, to scratch you, to take care of you. You're loved and cared for. You're a beautiful person. A beautiful man. I would not want to be anywhere else right now... Do you want to see how beautiful you are? That you're thousand times prettier than that butterfly?"
"Yes... show me..." I begged through the pleasurable bliss.
