Diary Of A Hypnotist Ch 09 Clara The Manufactured Slave Pt 01

I already told you the wonders that I made with the mind and body of Alexandra Spencer. Immediately after, my work began on Clara, turning her into a sperm-addicted slave.

Clara is thinner than Alexa, with smaller tits and a tighter ass, although she has decent hips and pleasing enough curves. Alexa's body screams: 'FUCK ME'. Clara's subtly attracts and invites further study, but she is no match for Alexa in that regard.

When we were alone together in the office though, and I had time to really look at her, I couldn't help but notice her undeniable beauty and allure. Her body was nothing to sneeze at, with a great pair of legs that came from practicing skating. Then there were the piercings (a lip ring, a blue barbell through her tongue, another on the top of her left ear, and lastly one in her navel) and tattoos (a rattlesnake that started under her ear and descended to wrap around her right boob, the one she shares with Alexa, and a skull with roses on her left buttock), but what really drew me in was her face.

Alexa is a fuckable dream, but her face was really only at the 'cute' level, and none of her expressions ever have much weight behind them. Clara is a completely different matter. Her face has serious look about it and her eyes display an insightful spark. When she starts talking, it seems like a smile is imminent from moment to moment, but one never appears. And when she falls silent again, her features return to that inscrutable, sibylline countenance that I found myself inexorably drawn in by.

Perform some mental subtraction, removing the tattoos, piercings and green hair tips, and you have the pleasing stereotype of an innocent girl, demure and angelic. I kid you not. It contrasted so well with her face, that she really was a remarkable looking woman in her own way.

"Hello, Doctor. Finally. I want to know what happened with Alexa, why won't she answer my calls? She has never behaved like this with me before."

Just like that, our first session began. I had kept Clara waiting in the reception area with Kassia for almost half an hour.

"Alexa, yes, she suffered a nervous breakdown in our session. I could not do anything with her. We talked, she got very nervous and left. She's not answering my calls either. As a therapist, the safety of my patients comes first, so please be assured that I am just as worried as you are."

"Don't play games with me, Doctor. A clinic on top of a yoga center is not a reputable establishment. If you will not tell me the truth, I'll look for it on my own."

"Wait, maybe this will help you find her." I took a key out of my pocket and opened the closet.

"Alexa!" Exclaimed Clara. Her lover was standing naked in the closet, wearing only a spiked leather collar around her neck, and holding a pocket watch perched on her upturned hand.

I retrieved the watch and locked the closet again.

"What have you done to Alexa!?" She said through gritted teeth, looking at me like a bull ready to charge.

Such unjustified hostility! She had played with Alexa long enough, now it was my turn.

"What are you talking about?" I said, depressing one of the buttons on the watch.

A loud Tick-Tock sound rang out, at the rate of one cycle per second.

"I just saw her in that closet. Give me the key!"

Tick-Tock Tick-Tock

"First you must calm down, breathe. We can talk about it, do not let erroneous voices enter your mind. Listen to me, and you will be reassured."

Tick-Tock

"Give me the key or I'll call the police."

Tick-Tock

"I understand that your thoughts must be very confused right now. But if you listen to me, and you surrender to my arguments. You will stop thinking..." Pause "...erroneously."

Tick-Tock Tick-Tock Tick-Tock

"GIVE IT!"

Tick-Tock

"Certainly. You must be tense though, rigid, unable..." Pause "...to understand the situation. You do not know what is best..." Pause "...for Alexa right now. I can..." Another Pause "...help you."

Tick-Tock Tick-Tock

I briefly fished in my pocket before pulling out a key and handing it to Clara.

Tick-Tock Tick-Tock Tick-Tock

"This is not the key." Her voice was slower and less energetic than it was a moment before.

Tick-Tock Tick-Tock

"My apologies, your sudden demand put me in a difficult position, try these."

Tick-Tock

I take out three keys from one pocket and five from the other.

Tick-Tock

Her anger increases, even so he does not say anything. She is already tired enough to not argue, yawning three times before hitting the right one.

Tick-Tock

"Noooo! she isn't here. Alexa isn't here." With anguished disappointment, staring at the interior of the now empty closet.

Tick-Tock Tick-Tock Tick-Tock

"Surprised?? You were wrong..." Pause "...That does not make you a bad girl." Pause "...You're a good girl."

Tick-Tock Tick-Tock Tick-Tock Tick-Tock Tick-Tock

She blinked slowly, her breathing was continuous and deep. I was on the right path. I took her by the shoulder and held her close to me, while I swung the watch in front of her eyes.

Tick-Tock Tick-Tock

"Clara, look at the watch, let your eyes follow the swing." Pause "Good girls pay attention to their elders." Pause "The brightness permeates your eyes, left, right, left, right." Pause "It feels good, it feels very good, it's good for you. It's perfect." Pause "Do you like it?"

Tick-Tock Tick-Tock

"Yes."

Tick-Tock

"Why?" With a bit of work, maybe I could translate that outlook to Kassia, who was central to my designs for Clara.

"Because it is ... perfect."

Tick-Tock

"Correct. Good girl." Pause "You do not need to think..." Pause "...anymore. Concentrate on the swing..." Pause "...of the watch." Pause "What is the password for your email, Clara?"

Tick-Tock Tick-Tock Tick-Tock

"... ..Vitto ... # 52 ..."

Tick-Tock

"Vitto ... Vitto ... It's the name of ..."

Tick-Tock

"...my dog."

Tick-Tock

"Your dog is called Vitto."

"Yes."

Tick-Tock

"That's it, allow your eyes to sink smoothly. Where does the number 52 come from?"

Tick-Tock Tick-Tock Tick-Tock

"It's the age of my piano tutor."

Tick-Tock Tick-Tock Tick-Tock

"Who is she for you?"

Tick-Tock Tick-Tock Tick-Tock

"The first woman with whom I had sex."

Tick-Tock Tick-Tock

"And when was your first time with a man?"

Tick-Tock

"No. I have never been fucked by a man."

Her arms relaxed at her sides, she was slightly hunched, her jaw slack and her eyes sleepy. I led her to the couch, and we sat next to each other.

"One, two, three. Wake up, Clara."

"You won't hypnotize me with a watch. I came here for Alexa. Ehm. When did you sit next to me?"

"Oh, pardon me, I'll move back to my seat."

"Your fly is ... open."

"Thank you", I close my fly.

"I think I should go...now"

I press the watch button and with that, the Tick-Tock came back.

Tick-Tock Tick-Tock

She fell flat on the seat. In a trance, shallow but effective.

"Get on your feet, take off your blouse, then sit down again. Your ass is very heavy and the seat is too comfortable to vacate. He is not going to hypnotize you with a toy watch. Get information about Alexa from that Doctor, and then you can think about leaving. Awake."

"I will not leave until you tell me where Alexa is."

"Did you ask my assistant, at the reception desk?"

"I did not. It didn't occur to me that she might know."

"You thought wrong." Pause "It is understandable that you overlooked..." Pause "...that possibility. In this situation..." Pause "...it is difficult to concentrate. Very difficult to concentrate." Pause "Are you listening to me?"

A trickle of saliva slid down from the corner of her mouth.

"Huh? What were you saying?"

"Look me in the eyes, and I'll tell you about Alexa." Pause "Good girl. Do you remember how you got here, to my office? Keep looking at me, deeply into my eyes."

"I ... I ... I ... this is uncomfortable ...I"

"You don't remember. You cannot. You don't need to."

"No ... I don't know what's happening to me."

Tick-Tock

Again her jaw went slack, her chest rising and falling.

"Very good, relaxed. Hot like a loaf of bread fresh from the oven. Soft as cream, as wet and dirty as mud in a puddle. Kassia, is a perfect woman, as perfect as my watch. Do not think about her smooth legs, or her moist lips.

Your mind must not wander back to her bright, reddish hair. You must not remember either. You must remember, every word you spoke. Do not let her voice and aroma intoxicate your mind until it turns into strawberry jam. Wake up, silly."

"I remember, I remember it! I came for Alexa, but ended up talking to Kassia. Kassia Mmn. Kassia."

"Kassia is a good assistant. Very obedient. Like you..." Pause "...might imagine."

"Kassia deserves a better job. She studies philosophy. I don't know what the relationship between you is like, but she deserves a better boss too. She is very intelligent and attentive." More flattery? " She is ... she is perfect." More flattery then.

Her pupils were dilated and there was a slight blush to her cheeks. I knew she was infatuated with Kassia, but my hypnosis had just given her an extra push.

"So you think she deserves a better job." I pressed the intercom- Kassia " 'Bring your ass in here', slut whore."

"Yes, sir. At once."

Kassia entered the office, stopping in the middle of the room between us.

"You can not let yourself be treated that way." Clara demanded "I can help you get a better job.

"Boss, tell me what you need. I am here to serve." She completely ignored Clara's entreaties.

"Kassia, please. You cannot let yourself be subdued by this man."

"Kassia, the look of my left loafer is currently marred by some spilled coffee. Polish it with your tongue, please. I gave it a shine this morning, and it would be a waste to have them soiled again so soon."

"Listen to him, Kassia, he's degrading you with absurd demands."

My assistant knelt down and diligently complied with my request. She searched out and licked up every coffee stain on my loafer. With delicacy and tenderness.

Anything else, Boss?

"You like your job?"

"Of course, sir. My work is wonderful."

"I'm a good boss?"

"Faultless, sir."

"What's the difference between a good employee, and a bad one?"

"Bad employees question. Good ones, only do."

"Then with that, you know how to proceed, Kassia."

Clara was frankly stunned. You could feel the neural shock, which was no doubt cascading through her head. A woman, who for her was perfect in every way, absolutely submitting to me.

Kassia untied my loafer and withdrew my foot slowly. Taking care not to hurt my heel, she took off the sock with great professionalism, like an act repeated a thousand times. She held my foot with both hands, bringing it closer to her nostrils and lips.

"Go ahead, you have earned it." I congratulate her.

She licked and kissed my soles, she sucked my big toe like it was a vulgar cock. She traced my instep with anxious lips.

"Kassia ... Kassia ..."

Clara was in shock. Her vision of the perfect woman was shattered, laying there on the floor enjoying being humiliated. As someone who had experienced firsthand the feeling of domination, making Alexa lick her feet, she had a full emotional and intellectual understanding of the scene playing out before her.

"Surprised?"

"How is this possible? You can not have her..."

"Quiet. I'll give you a clue, look at my fingers, I'll snap them and you'll remember what you should remember."

Snap

"My shirt! You are..."

Her windpipe must have closed off the impression. I raised the watch over my head, with my thumb on the 'Tick-Tock' button.

"You know what will happen if I press this button. This watch gives me incomprehensible powers. Manipulation of reality, reading minds, transporting people and objects, transmutation. And other skills. You are just a weak woman, unable to alter your destiny."

Clara trembled, cold sweat slid down her skin.

"No, no, please. Please. Don't..."

Her pupils were dilated and there was still a flush to her cheeks, even though she was clearly terrified. Her body harbored lust, lust from seeing Kassia submissive to me.

"Not so eloquent now."

Knock Knock

A rapping of my knuckles against the chair, and Alexandra magically appeared out of the closet.

"Alexa!"

I lowered my fly, and pulled out my cock.

"The Master commands, the slave obeys."

She kneeled in front of me, and before I put my erect cock in her mouth I asked:

"Do you know a Clara?"

"No, Master. I live only for you. I am an inflatable, fuckable, disposable doll."

"Clara, I present to you my slave, #4002, or as you call her, Alexa." I use my free hand to press on her head, forcing her to swallow my cock completely.

"That's not real. It's not real! NO!"

"What do you think of Alexa's necklace? Something Vitto might like?"

"..."

"The older woman who deflowered you, she gave you something similar? I prefer that my prospective slaves tell me things voluntarily, it's more fun that way. If I had a piano here, I would ask you to play a piece. Something cheerful."

A wet spot appeared on her pants, the stress and sheer terror I had induced finally getting to her. She was trembling and her breathing was agitated. Her eyes were fixed on the watch.

"I'll count back." It's good to give them a little bit of hope, just enough to hang themselves with. "Five. Four. Three. Two."

She closed her eyes tightly and covered both ears with her hands.

"One."

Tick-Tock

She stayed in the same position, cornered.

But her fate was inevitable.

Tick-Tock

With a wave of my hand I dismissed Kassia and she returned to reception.

Tick-Tock

The door banged shut, perhaps leading Clara to think that I had left or that someone else had entered. She opened her eyes slightly to pry.

Tick-Tock

Her eyes fixed on the watch, and then slowly went blank as the seconds ticked by. Her arms collapsed. Clara fell into a deep trance.

Urine dripped from the chair onto the floor. I turned on the intercom, and gave Kassia two missions.

"Kassia, ask the yoga girls if they have a pair of spare tights, or several of them, we'll see what fits Clara best. Don't forget to take my emergency chocolates and give them to the instructor. Then bring the cleaning equipment, I caused this disaster, I'll take care of it."

Alexa had elicited an impressive erection with her 'attentions'. I pulled her hair to stop her sucking.

"Go stand in the corner, I'm going to deep-fry this bitch's brain. You can masturbate while I help Clara with her problems. I'll give you the watch, hold it carefully. If you press this button, she will leave trance and not end up as an adoring slave. Understand?"

"Yes, if I touch the button Clara will not become a sex slave."

"Correct, go enjoy yourself while I work."

I laid Clara down, her loose jaw showing her inability to handle the situation. Her eyes fluttering in multiple directions, erratically; They indicated signs of struggle, useless struggle in truth. The sensations would reach her like a dream, she could hear my voice, feel my touch, smell my balls, something of her consciousness still shone. Unable to flee or fight. Her own mental fragility had finally succumbed.

I grabbed her chin to open her mouth wider, and introduced my engorged cock into her. I started to fuck her face, to ram her. I did not want to give pleasure to that bitch, all I wanted was to empty myself in her oral cavity.

While I was doing it, Alexa gasped and moaned, barely able to contain her excitement. And I reminisced about all the successful planning.

Step one. Clara would either arrive early for her session, sick with worry about Alexa's lack of contact, or she would arrive late, still skeptical about what I could possibly offer.

Given option one, Kassia was primed to capitalize on the opportunity, be friendly, cordial and charismatic with Clara, gain their trust. Then offer a drink with aromatic herbs, and ground pills meant for people with stress. She would use a slow dialogue, conversational hypnosis, to introduce ideas into Clara's mind.

Step two. Generate a disorienting impact. Option one (Given mild annoyance): Share personal information about Clara that only Alexa could know. Option two (Or general anger): Show Alexa's lingerie, spread around the room. Option three (Or an uncooperative attitude): Open the closet, and show Alexa in a trance and naked.

Given option three, I could take advantage of her newly focused attention. To continue with conversational hypnosis. Emphasizing her orders, in frequent and apparently innocent therapeutic phrases. Start the watch-trance link.

Step three. After the distracting phase, extend everything as necessary. Use the corresponding magic trick. For option three: Alexa, is hidden behind a fake background, in the closet. A simple illusion, achieved with rented props, but quite effective. Chipping away at Clara's initial arrogance, making her doubt her reality. Move to more overt hypnotic phraseology. Eye fixation. Extract pertinent details from the objective (Clara).

Step four. Beef up my control. More conversational hypnosis. Shatter her confidence. Temporary amnesia through visual contact.

Step five. Use reverse psychology. Direct the attention of the objective towards a hobby, individual, or group of individuals I can mold. Kassia, presenting the halo of the 'perfect woman', would do nicely. Then, based on psychological profiles concordant with those I'd perceived in Clara, and incorporating what I'd learned from Alexa, break the mold. The mold of Kassia.

Step six. Redesign the subject's reality. There are common, subliminal hypnotic signals that do not have to be explicitly established. Applause, touches on the forehead or shoulder, arm pulls, and snaps. A snap encourages your mind to remember, but since she 'does not need to' from prior instruction, the memory will be only partially accessible. Suddenly, trivial details forgotten in a period of distraction (watching Kassia lick my foot, for example) will return and surprise her. Why is her shirt missing? Or maybe she actually was hypnotized.

I took advantage of the confusion I produced in Clara, to give her more information than she could handle. Showing me as a nigh omnipotent being. Until that moment, she had been wrong again and again, every act and every word of hers was in error. I, on the other hand, always had 'reason' in everything I did and said.

This confusion in most cases, is accompanied by mental paralysis from the shock caused. Along with the revelation of Alexa, this reinforces the fictitious reality that I have induced in the mind of Clara, strengthens the scheme that I have created. And it weakens her objections.

I accompany this advantage, with secrets extracted in the third step. To quash any flash of struggle.

Step seven. Trance, exploit the mental state to which the victim has been led. Here, the real work can begin.

A classic routine, for minds with only average resistance to hypnosis, but many objections to going under. As with Alexa, I started from an assumption, and based my scheme on knowledge of a mental framework. Clara looked more resistant, but she was not special in terms of her low suggestibility. I had evidence of this from the way she'd allowed herself to be led to my office by her lover, a much more malleable woman.

She seemed asleep while I slid my cock between her cheeks. I fill her throat with cum, painting her oral cavity cream white. I take a moment to lower her bra and palpe her tits. Small compared to Alexa's, but softer, with firm, erect nipples. I played with her black hair. Her brown eyes had stopped moving erratically.

Step eight, completed. Clara had never been with a man before. Surely proposals will not have been lacking, but her will had prevented any casual dalliance, with a man. Until I, the therapist of her girlfriend, whom she despises, gets via means of trickery to fuck her mouth. Without forcing it physically, only by means of my psychological superiority. The stillness of her eyes, showed her will crushed. Now I could rewrite her unconscious as much as I wish.