Kindly old Dr. Butterfield, now seventy-eight, had turned over most of his OB/GYN practice to Dr. Pringle. However, he still took referrals and new patients with obesity problems. He only had office hours on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. Nurse Ronda Butler, a real lovable black momma type, had been his nurse for twenty-three years, and would have retired, except for the short work week, as well as she thought of Dr. Butterfield as a most wonderful man.
Ronda answered the phone. "Dr. Butterfield's office."
"Yes, this is Robert Berry, the husband of Barbara Berry, one of your patients."
"Yes, how may we help you?"
"I would like to meet with Dr. Butterfield for a consultation about my wife. Ah, and I would wish that my wife not know of our meeting."
It was not an unusual request, so Ronda responded, "We could see you at three PM on Monday, or 8:30 AM Tuesday. Would a half hour be long enough?"
"A half hour would be plenty of time. Tuesday at 8:30 is good for me."
Each said good bye and hung up. Ronda pulled Mrs. Berry's file. Her first appointment was nine months ago. Her file revealed that she was age thirty-seven, stood five foot, nine inches, and weight, at that time, two hundred, twelve pounds. Her last visit was almost a month ago. Her weight was down to one hundred, forty-seven pounds. She had complained that her loose stomach skin hung down, and that her breasts swung like pendulums, a problem, since they were still a full c-cup.
Ronda recalled that Dr. Butterfield had used hypnosis as a treatment for Mrs. Berry. Since she sat in during the entire time that a patient was with the doctor, she recalled that Mrs. Butler was an ideal subject for post hypnotic suggestion. Dr. Butterfield had achieved a level five stage with her during the second secession.
Tuesday, after everyone was seated in Dr. Butterfield's office, Ronda could tell that Mr. Berry was uncomfortable with her there, so she excused herself, to return to her office. As was their custom, both she and Dr. Butterfield left the intercom on so that she could listen in. She would take notes, so that the good Dr. did not forget to do something that he promised to a patient.
"Doctor, Barbara and I have a problem. Starting when she lost her job, her self imagine suffered. She over ate, and thought that she was not physically attractive to anyone, including me. When she grew past one hundred and eighty pounds, it was imposable to have normal sex with her. She could not breath if I was on her, she would complain. Now, that her figure is back, and the huge stomach is gone, I would like to resume our normal sex life, but she shows no interest.
I know that you have used hypnosis on her to remove her obesity. Is there anything that you can do to help solve this problem. Oh, and if you tell her that I have asked you to do this, she will be mortified. I would end up in the dog house, and she would probable leave your care."
Dr. Butterfield, being a kindly old man, would do anything in his power to help a couple such as this. He sat back to ponder his options. Finally, he spoke slowly to Mr. Berry. "Bob, as a doctor, and a licensed hypnotist, I am limited in what I can do to solve your problem. The law required that any result that I intent to secure from a secession with a patient be discussed at length with the patient. In this case, your wife is in my care to loose weight."
Bob interjected, "But wasn't her real reason of seeing you to obtain the result of feeling good about herself by becoming attractive, thus resuming her previous lifestyle, which included an active sex life. Gee, we were having sex three or four times a week until she was laid off."
Dr. Butterfield sat back again. He held his head up with his left hand. He does have several valid points, he concluded. Considering further, he thought, gosh, I don't see what harm it would do if I help nature take its course between a husband and his wife."
Ronda, listening from her office, knew exactly what he would say next.
"Bob, if you agree that this conversation is best not to be discussed with others, I think that I can give your wife a little help in wanting to play in bed with you. Listen carefully to me now. To start any conduct using hypnosis, one must use a key. In your case, when you want sex, get a hard on. Then, walk where she can see your erection. I will instruct her to want to see, feel, touch, and have cocks inside her. Seeing your cock, she will come to you wanting sex."
Bob stood up, as did Dr. Butterfield. With a big smile on his face, Bob grabbed Dr. Butterfield's hand and pumped it up and down. "Thank you, thank you, thank you."
Ronda smiled to herself. She knew that Barbara Berry would soon be getting a lot of cock. Dr. Butterfield had solve the same problem, in this very simple way, several times before.
Four days later, Mrs. Berry was in for her post hypnotic suggestion reinforcement secession. In addition to giving her the same eating reduction instructions, the Doctor showed her several pictures of cocks. He instructed her as follows: "Barbara, I want you to look at these cocks. Cock are warm, tender, with a velvet touch. When you see a cock that is over five inches long, you will know that it is a loving cock. You will want to feel it. You will need to have the cock nestled in your vagina. You will need to find a place where just you and the cock can be alone. There you will undress. You will kiss the cock, and then invite it to visit your vagina. The cock will give you pleasure.
Barbara, I want you to think back. I want you to think of the most pleasurable time of sex that you have ever had. Do you have that time in mind, Barbara?"
Slowly she answered, "Yes."
"Tell me why you liked it so much, Barbara?"
"I was at a party. A guy that I did not know took me into a bedroom. He was drunk, so he could not cum. He had a big cock. He went on, and on, for over an hour."