As a hypnotherapist my practice was doing pretty good. People would come in for all kinds of problems like smoking addictions, food addictions, ritual abuse, compulsive behaviors, and just about everything else. I had seen them all, and I knew how to cure them all. My power as a healer was a godsend. People would pay me eighty to a hundred bucks an hour to put them under hypnosis and help them. I would give them some auto suggestions while in a trance and upon waking their minds would do the suggestions. It was all actually very easy, and the power it gave me inspired me to use my power in other ways which I will now tell you about.
One day a beautiful young woman walked in asking for a session. She had an eating disorder which made it difficult for her to swallow food. She looked somewhat thin, but not much more than average. She was truly beautiful. She had a young shapely body, and soft silky brown hair and brown eyes. Her body was incredible, with long legs and an ass to die for.
"How long have you had trouble swallowing?" I said as I gulped while eyeing her up and down. "It started about two years ago and it has been troubling me on and off ever since. I don't know what to do Doctor, I mean, I don't want to starve to death." She looked at me with such helplessness, as if I was the only one who could help her. My first thought was that she was anorexic or bulimic because she possibly viewed herself as being over weight. I then asked her, "Do you make yourself vomit".
"No, I'm not bulimic. I try to eat all the time but it's hard for me sometimes."
"So you just have trouble swallowing, but you don't have a problem with food?" I asked, my mind working to figure her out. That's when a light went off. I had heard of cases of people who couldn't eat, in particular swallow, and they had been associated with sexual abuse. Many times abuse victims who are forced to perform oral sex on their captors may repress the experience on the conscious level, but the body remembers at the subconcious level, leading to an aversion to swallowing food.
I then asked, "Have you ever had any bad sexual experiences that you would like to talk about?"
I quickly glanced at her breasts while she looked at the floor. She looked up at me and reluctantly nodded, "When I was very young my father abused me. I hate him for it." Tears came to her eyes as she looked at me.
"I can help, but you must be willing to do whatever I say, ok? I will regress you and help you overcome your fear of swallowing."
She smiled at me and said, "Whatever it takes Doctor, whatever it takes to help me get through this."
"Now come over to the couch and lie down, and let's get started," I said, pointing to a red couch against the far wall. I went over to the office door and locked it to prevent any disruptions. Although the secretary had left for the day and I was the only one working this late , the cleaning crew usually came around about this time.
"Oh, by the way, I'm Dr. Peters," I said to her.
