As Tamara and I exited the nail salon having just completed our mani-pedi, we stopped so she could read a rather lengthy text from her ex-boyfriend. Looking down at my freshly pedicured white French tips, my toes looked really good glistening in the sunlight inside my Cleopatra style sandals with straps going up to my calves. My size seven white feet were in such high contrast to Tamara's size ten black feet inside her "blinged" out flip flops. That was just it, we were so physically different yet, we had become really good friends.
We were both sophomores in college who hung out together because our ex-boyfriends were on the basketball team together and roommates. Eventually both relationships crumbled but our relationship endured. Tamara was 6'1 with dark black skin who also played basketball. She was muscular but thin and resembled Lisa Leslie who played for the Los Angeles Sparks. I, on the other hand, was 5'6, fair skinned and with dirty blond hair, we were the complete opposites that attracted a great friendship. We were constantly meeting up and doing things together.
Next to the nail salon, there was a building that had always piqued our curiosity. It had giant eye painted in the window with a lightning bolt and the word therapy written in cursive.
"I've always wondered about this building. Let's go in and see what it is," I curiously remarked to Tamara.
She replied, "It kinda looks creepy. I don't know."
I laughed, grabbed her hand and ordered, "Let's go."
We walked into a small lobby that was really nice and modern. You could tell the interior had been remodeled and transformed into a legitimate front office to something clinical. There was nobody at the counter but soon thereafter a short guy about my height who looked to be in his early fifties, walked out wearing a white lab coat. He greeted us with a smile and introduced himself as Dr. Gilford.
Tamara asked, "What is this place? We always walk by it and wondered what goes on in here?"
Dr. Gilford explained, "I'm a sex therapist and hypnotist. I help ladies achieve the ultimate orgasm either by hypnosis or with the toys I have designed."
I chimed in, "Are you serious? You help ladies have great orgasms? Tell us more."
Dr. Gilford continued, "Well, how should I put this...ladies come here, pay money to allow me, a licensed therapist, to give them great orgasms either by using the toys I have constructed or I orchestrate them while they are hypnotized."
Tamara asked, "How do you give them orgasms while they are hypnotized?"
Dr. Gilford answered, "Once I get them into a trance, through the use of triggers, I convince ladies that things are happening to them which in turn makes them climax. For example, ladies can feel like they are being gang-banged by the basketball team or convinced they are making love to that special well-endowed lover. You name it, I can help them imagine it."
"Sort of like having their own personal virtual sex play inside their mind?" I questioned.
"Exactly. But the orgasms are real without all the risks," Dr. Gilford responded.
Tamara and I were fascinated but skeptical as we listened before Tamara wondered, "So if you can hypnotize girls then you can go around and make them your sex slaves, couldn't you?"
Dr. Gilford chuckled, "Oh, no. It doesn't work that way. First, nobody can be hypnotized against their will. They have to be a willing participant and secondly, I maintain a very professional office and adhere to a strict list that my clients create prior to being put under. Follow me, I want to show you first hand."
We followed Dr. Gilford into the back. The building design reminded me of a medical doctor's building in that it had a large room in the middle with two hallways and several individual rooms spaced off to the side. I could hear the faint echoed panting of what sounding like a woman having sex, "Oh...oh...oh yes...oh yes...oh!"
I looked at Tamara and we just smiled at each other. When entering the large room, we were met with dim lighting and many apparatuses that looked like they were used for sex. Tamara and I split up browsing each station which ranged from a large, soft bed with many pillows to a sex swing, a doctor's table with stirrups, and many padded seats with machines built in around them like at a universal weight lifting room. After hearing the lady down the hallway and seeing all those unique sexual aides, I was completely aroused.
Dr. Gilford broke the silence, "Would you girls like to see Charlotte in action? That's the woman you heard in the hall. She has given me permission to allow anyone that enters to watch. She is a bit of an exhibitionist I'm afraid. She comes in twice a week for an hour session and last Thursday, we had three spectators watching her do her thing."
Tamara and I simultaneously said, "Sure."
As Dr. Gilford led us to the room occupied by Charlotte, the scream became louder until the door opened. There was a lady, who looked to be in her forties, on her hands and knees with a rather large dildo machine, plunging her from behind. She had long brunette hair that swung around as her head thrashed from the sheer pleasure of feeling this rubber cock pump her pussy like a car piston.
Without seeing us, Charlotte started fantasizing while groaning, "Oh fuck me! Fuck me harder you bastard! Do it! Is that all you got! Oh! Oh! Oh my God! You're gonna make me cum, you fucker!"
I became wet from seeing this woman getting it on with a hot stud in her imagination because the cock pounding her was very real. Just then, Charlotte put her head down to the mat and squealed in orgasm. Her entire body was convulsing while the machine driven dildo kept the same pace.
Dr. Gilford looked back at us and said, "Her husband has lost interest in sex and she really enjoys herself here."
We walked out of the little room and back into the big room with all the apparatuses. We sat down and began to talk more about everything. I couldn't believe a place like this existed. It looked too good to be true. Tamara also asked very good questions.
I inquired, "Tell me more about being hypnotized. Are you saying while someone is hypnotized, they can cum without anything or anybody touching them?"
