Ability Ch 01 02

Chapter 1 The Good Doctor...

"Very good Jessica, we have made outstanding progress today, smile, you should be so proud of your progress," calmly intoned Dr. James Phillips, the psychiatrist, hypnotist and dominant who had a penchant for blurring the lines of ethics in his professional practice. Or crossing them completely when he felt confident enough. Starting his private practice at 25, by age 44, his professional practice was thriving, with a public specialty in stress management and anxiety. Privately, his "specialty" was the enjoyment of dominant play and creating hypnotic playthings for sale. Hypnosis had become more than just a part of his practice- it was a wealth generating machine.

That 'machine' became a lucrative business unto itself at the urging of his wife, Dr. Anastasia Lubova Phillips, creator of an effective narcotic that induces a deep suggestive state. A skilled chemist, Anastasia was not a hypnotherapist and, despite her efforts to learn in her effort to use after creating her wonder drug, was far too impatient to have any talent in hypnosis. Her teacher was none other than her now husband, who took a teaching gig in hypnosis as an additional income stream as he began his private practice.

The pretty hypnosis subject responded and smiled as she lay deep in trance in the Dr.'s office on his soft tan leather couch, her head tilted slightly right as her breasts rose and fell slowly and rhythmically, her hands laying palms up on the couch, hands barely touching her thighs as a small trickle of drool was slowly falling from her slightly parted lips.

"Remember when you awaken how wonderful your session was, how helpful it is to be hypnotized for assisting with your nervousness and confidence. Have you been watching the files you have been sent, Jessica?" asked the psychiatrist, probing to assess the depth of his control and conditioning.

"Yes, Dr. Phillips," replied the blonde.

"What were your thoughts of the women in the videos as you watched, Jessica?" queried the psychiatrist.

"Confident... Pretty...Sexy..." stated the soon to graduate college student. Graduate in more ways than one- first from college and then to graduate to be another playtoy created by Dr. James Phillips, using a powerful combination of hypnosis, drugs, conditioning and hypnotic files, with the files tailored to each specific client.

"What happened as you watched the files Jessica?" asked Dr. Phillips.

"Aroused... wet...sexy..." responded the tranced young lady, squirming slightly as she laid on the couch.

"Would you like to be like the girls in the files Jessica? Confident, sexy, carefree, uninhibited?" asked Dr. Phillips, further pushing to assess his influence and control.

"I...not sure... Maybe..." replied the young lady, as she physically let out a slight moan during her response, perhaps from her conditioning to the files being sent weekly to her by the psychiatrist, or perhaps from her memory of watching. EIther way her responses were showing great progress to the psychiatrist.

"The girls do look sexy and confident, don't you agree, Jessica?" asked Dr. Phillips, smiling, pleased with how his latest enrollee in what he half-jokingly referred to as 'Project Playtoy' had responded.

"Yes Dr., I agree," was the response from the sexy young lady, a response not unexpected from the still smiling Dr. Phillips, who had skillfully created a trust and response sequence in most all subjects he hypnotizes.

"You would like to be confident and sexy, don't you agree, Jessica?" questioned the handsome Doctor.

"Yes Dr., I agree," replied the entranced subject, subconsciously and almost imperceptibly smiling slightly as she raised her head while extending her breasts upward as she lay down.

"Good girl Jessica," commended the psychiatrist, as he had been doing every session of every week of Jessica's 'treatment'. "Now tonight when it is safe, you will log in to your laptop and check your email. You will put in your ear buds and open the email marked 'Session Follow-up'. It is very important you watch and listen carefully to this file attached to the email with nobody around so you won't be interrupted, don't you agree, Jessica?"

"Yes Dr, I agree." came the reply from the deeply entranced 22-year old dance major, ostensibly having therapy for confidence improvement and performance anxiety at auditions.

"Very good Jessica, You will watch the file tonight for the first time, and follow the suggestions completely. You will again make time to watch this file every night this week, always alone. Watching will help you progress, and you do want to progress, don't you agree, Jessica?" suggested the Doctor.

"Yes Dr., I agree", was the expected reply from the blue eyed beauty.

"Good girl Jessica, Now tell me, it feels wonderful to be hypnotized and to listen to your Dr. Don't you agree, Jessica?" asked the dominant Doctor.

"Yes Dr., I agree," was again the response from the now well conditioned subject.

"Good girl Jessica, You trust your Dr. and know he has your best interests in mind. Don't you agree, Jessica?" asked the Dr., knowing the response in advance of the question.

"Yes Dr., I agree," again was the well conditioned almost Pavlovian response.

"Very good girl Jessica, it feels so good to trust your Dr. You trust Dr. Phillips, Jessica," said the Dr., deepening the conditioning. "Repeat your trust phrase, Jessica."

"I trust Dr. Phillips. He has my best interests in mind," repeated the soon to be play toy to the rich and not so famous.

"Very good Jessica, I am so proud of you, your progress, your trust in me. Repeat your trust phrase until i tell you to stop, knowing it is more true each time you repeat it. Begin now, Jessica," were the Dr's instructions.

"I trust Dr. Phillips. He has my best interests in mind."

"I trust Dr. Phillips. He has my best interests in mind."

"I trust Dr. Phillips. He has my best interests in mind."

"I trust Dr. Phillips. He has my best interests in mind."

"I trust Dr. Phillips. He has my best interests in mind."

"I trust Dr. Phillips. He has my best interests in mind."

As Jessica continued her conditioning, Dr. Phillips walked over to his desk, and opened his email, and sent a reply to a message in his inbox.

"Currently in session with 44. I wanted to let you know things are progressing well, a few more weeks and the enrollee will be ready for playtime. She may be the best yet." The mysterious address of the email had perplexed Dr. James Phillips for some time. Originally a two person operation, the conditioning and training of slaves for sale was co-opted by a mysterious entity who threatened the Phillips' with blackmail unless they were cut in for a lions' share of the proceeds. Try as he might, hiring off the grid computer experts and hackers to try and locate the source of the emails proved impossible so far. Which concerned the Phillips- these benefactors had the means, and most likely, the goods to put the Phillips away for a long time. The plus side was that this silent partner handled all the delivery and finances of these sales.

Walking back over to Jessica after replying to the email, he let her continue a while longer.

"I trust Dt. Phillips. He has my best interests in mind,"

"I trust Dt. Phillips. He has my best interests in mind,"

"I trust Dt. Phillips. He has my best interests in mind,"

Jessica was not just the latest, but perhaps the most attractive and athletic of the conditioned toys Dr. Phillips trained. He had big plans for the lithe blonde, who would need just a few more sessions before becoming what he believed would lead her to be his premier pupil in 'Project Playtime'.

"Very good Jessica, you may stop now. You are becoming so trusting and so agreeable. Don't you agree Jessica?" asked Dr. Phillips, almost chuckling out loud at the irony of his question.

"Yes Dr., I agree," was Jessica's response. As if there were any other possible reply after her deep conditioning.

"Very good girl. Now you will awake at three, feeling wonderful, refreshed and alert and most of all confident and positive. One, two, three, awake now Jessica," said Dr. Phillips, snapping his fingers and waking up the lovely and talented dancer.

Jessica cleared the fog from her brain and stretched- as only a dancer can- a long, languid stretch which ensured the Dr. that he had chosen wisely in preparing her for her fate as a submissive playtoy.

"Tell me Jessica, how do you feel?" asked the Doctor.

"I feel wonderful Dr. Phillips, very refreshed," Jessica responded.

"So, are you ready for an audition, Jessica?" asked the Dr,, while quietly thinking "though not the audition dancer Jessica is hoping for I'm sure."

"Maybe so! I do feel positive and more confident that's for sure," a smiling Jessica replied.

"One last thing Jessica, we didn't talk about this on your way in today, but any change to your prescription plan? I recall you were looking into that after our last session," asked the Dr., showing concern for her situation.

"No Dr. Phillips, no changes, so I still don't have the problem with the prescription plan settled yet," replied Jessica, as her face visibly showed a change from the positivity she had when she initially awakened from her trance.

"Well Jessica, it happens, I am sorry you have not gotten that issue solved yet," said the Dr. "But no worries, I know how much progress you are making and will continue to make on the supplements you've been using. Here is a week's worth of supplements, you know the drill, follow the directions, not on an empty stomach, and if you have questions you know where to find me."

Dr. Phillips handed Jessica a pre-packaged box with a 7-day supply of 'supplements', which Jessica took and held the box until she retrieved her bag from the closet across the office.

"Thank you Dr., I don't know what i would do without you! Might have to major in history or something," said Jessica.

"History huh, do you have any interest in that Jessica?" asked the Doctor, feeling that small talk and expressing a sense of interest outside of the professional setting helped the clients with a feeling of being cared for even after sessions.

"I don't know maybe the Civil War or something., I kinda liked that in high school," replied the coed.

"So things like slavery, Jessica?" probed the Dr.,in a sense checking his subject's conditioning on the fly.

"Well obviously it was part of it..." commented the dancer, who's face had a look of confusion or perhaps foreboding, and momentary blankness.

"Well Jessica, it is very important that you take them, don't you agree?" asked the Dr. pointing to the box in Jessica's hand.

"Yes Dr., I agree," Jessica replied automatically, a slight blank look still adorning the pretty features of her face.

"That's good, Jessica,You know you can always trust me. I have your best interests in mind," calmly stated the Doctor, testing the depth of his conditioning.

"I trust Dr. Phillips. He has my best interests in mind," repeated the well conditioned dancer, slipping mildly back into hypnosis.

Smiling, knowing the depth of his subject's conditioning, Dr. Phillips snapped his fingers, bringing life back into the blue eyes of his subject.

"Thank you so much Dr., I know you said the supplements are a big help, I don't know if I can thank you enough!" exclaimed the young dancer without missing a beat.

"No problem Jessica, seeing your progress is thanks enough. I am hopeful I'll see you dance professionally someday soon," replied the Dr. who was thinking about how the pretty Ms. Jensen would make an outstanding exotic dancer. "I think we have you all set for the same time next week, Jessica- this time still works for you?"

"Yes, perfect, see you next week!" said Jessica as she retrieved her bag from the closet, placed the box of supplements into it, and then floated through the door to head through the lobby and back to her apartment, another week closer to her new future.

Phillips returned to his desk and logged into his computer as he finished sending the next file to Jessica's email address, knowing the supplements, the hypnosis in the office and the emailed file would further her on her path to his ultimate goal for her.

Dr. Phillips opened the intercom and told his receptionist that she may as well go home, he was just going to complete paperwork for a while before heading home himself.

It surprised him when shortly after dismissing his receptionist that his office door opened and a tall, well dressed man about his own age and carrying a briefcase walked into his office, smiled and said "Hello Dr. Phillips, I have been looking forward to meeting you for a very long time."

As he entered, Dr Phillips looked at the man, and there was a sense of familiarity to his face, that he just couldn't place. Tall, jet black hair and dark eyes and an athletic body whose shirt sleeves could barely contain his biceps kept walking toward the Doctor, now standing behind his desk.

"Do I know you?" asked Dr. Phillips,

"No, you don't know me, Dr. Phillips, but I know you..." said the man, extending his hand to Dr Phillips.

"Well then who are you and why are you in my office?" asked Dr Phillips wearily extending his hand to shake the hand of the man.

When Dr. Phillips' hand connected with the stranger's hand, Dr. Phillips saw a flash of white, and his mind felt nothing but endless sinking and feeling lost with no way up. Confusion. Sinking but floating at the same time, he found his mind searching for clarity, searching for feeling, searching for anything but the confusion of this sinking yet floating feeling. In his mind, thoughts almost form- but not quite. No complete thoughts in his mind. There was nothing concrete, just bits and pieces of varying thoughts beginning and just as quickly ending. There was a sense of tingling in his mind, a feeling that wasn't painful and if he could gather a coherent thought he may say it was like the gentleness of a feather gently stroking his arm.

"Listen to my voice, Dr. Phillips and you will learn

exactly

who I am," intoned the stranger matter of factly. In his mind, Dr. James Phillips had clarity in the voice he had just heard.

Chapter 2 Meeting New Old Friends

"Now Dr. Phillips, why don't you just make your way to the couch and lie back for me," stated the stranger, maintaining contact with the Dr.'s hand. With the command, some of Dr. Phillips senses regained function, and he moved to the couch, sat on it, then laid back- never breaking contact with the stranger's hand, never feeling an urge not to comply.

"Now Jamie, you don't mind if i call you Jamie, do you?" asked the mysterious man who was still in contact with his hand.

Somewhere he may have had a thought to say "no, in my office I am Dr. Phillips," but in his current state his mind was sinking, lost, and that thought was nowhere accessible. There was no reply coming.

"Well Jamie since you aren't objecting, I will call you Jamie, Now, I'm going to allow your mind to return now Jamie and we are going to have a discussion. You'll have access to your mind, but only limited access to your body, even then just to move a hand and to speak quietly," instructed the stranger, still in contact with the Dr,'s hand. "Now then Jamie, you must have a million thoughts rummaging around that head of yours, so I will allow you one question. Better make it count Jamie."

Dr, Phillips, Jamie, tried to move, tried to get away and found no assistance from his body. He felt his hand being in contact with the stranger, and found it warm and uncomfortable. His first instinct, to get away, was a failure. His next instinct, in true fight or flight mode, was to move his hand away... and as he did he felt intense pain and burning sensations in his hand and excruciating pain in his head as if that feeling of 'rewiring" exploded into pain all at one time. And with limited use of his body, he could only moan and thrash his right arm and hand.

"Oh Jamie, I don't think you are going to want to move your hand away from me, breaking connection causes such intense pain for you. I have constructed this in your mind, and if you want that pain to stop Jamie, put your hand back in mine," matter of factly said the stranger. "The choice is yours Jamie but you should know the pain will last as long as 48 hours, that's my estimate based on your body and my initial investigation. So Jamie the choice is yours. Writhe in pain or end it. Simple choice, really. Stay in pain, Or end the pain instantly, Jamie by simply putting your hand back in mine."

Confused, he heard with clarity the strangers voice in spite of the intense pain, the thrashing arm and hand and his own moaning. In fact, since the stranger told him to listen to his voice, he could not ignore it or tune it out. He remembered focusing on it since that point. It was like this man's voice was his anchor in an abyss of a sinking and floating abyss of confusion first, and now pain.

Still moaning uncontrollably, Jamie was confused and disoriented, and his hand felt around to find the hand of the stranger, listening to the voice. After what seemed like eternity, he located the hand he was looking for, and placed his hand inside the hand of the stranger with undeniable abilities. Immediately the pain and burning of the hand stopped, and the excruciating fireworks show in his head had stopped soon after the reconnection.

"Outstanding, Jamie," replied the stranger as he held Jamie's hand. As he commended the now quieted psychiatrist, through his physical connection to Jamie's he sent a very sudden and subtle release of a feeling of pleasure, nothing overt, but definitely felt. "You need to ask your one question Jamie. Now,"

"How?" was all the traumatized psychiatrist could get out of his mouth after a few seconds of intense pain and suffering that seemed like an eternity.

"Outstanding question Jamie, I wondered if you even would ask anything after that traumatizing pain session," explained the stranger, again sending that subtle feeling of pleasure to his connected companion. "You see Jamie, I am what the government refers to as someone with 'ability'. You know the old wives tale about how the average human uses only 10 percent of the brain? Let's say if that were accurate I would use far more than that. In physical terms of my brain, I have more short and long connections extending out of my cerebral cortex, and there are far less dopamine receptors to hinder thought. There are also more glial cells than a normal brain which provide protection to the neurons that move through the short and long connections. What that means is I am capable of entering your brain though the nervous system and make alterations and change thoughts, desires and feelings."

"But enough about the physical and physiological explanation Jamie. I think you want to know how and why I am doing this to you, Nod your head if that is your question Jamie."

After intently listening to the stranger's voice, as he has since first being instructed to, Jamie nodded his head affirmatively as he laid there, motionless, despite trying for all he was worth to try and move, get up, and run.

"Outstanding Jamie. Now we are getting somewhere! How I am doing this is I can connect to your brain, all your thoughts, emotions, desires, motor functions, everything, with a simple touch. My 'ability' allows a connection through my nervous system to connect with whoever I touch through their nervous system, and since my brain functions at a much higher level, I take control. That's my 'ability', Jamie," said the stranger, noticing the reaction to the subtle pleasure jolt he sent his victim upon the positive reinforcement to his behavior.