Chapter 1
I stood in the parking lot in front of the white, welcoming building that has been the focus of my efforts for the better part of a year. It was finally happening, my own hypnotherapy practice was opening. It had taken the better part of two years, going from hobby hypnotist to hypnotherapist. I found it both convenient and scary how easy it had been to become a hypnotherapist. The licensing process had been entirely too easy. I'd already done most of the online training programs to learn the techniques that had impressed my friends and gotten me my first 'clients'.
At first it had been simple. "Help me sleep" or "help me study", those were easy. Then things had gotten harder, "Help me quit smoking", "help me overcome my anorexia", and "help me stop hurting myself"... Yeah, things could get pretty dark when your friends hoped you could solve all their problems. It was worse when you were good at it. I'd grown up in a kind of cut-throat family, where the best manipulator won and Mom and Dad punished the loser. As I got older, I rarely lost.
Turning that manipulating the subconscious mind to help you fix the problems that the person already wanted to fix? That was actually pretty easy.
Did I mention I had started helping people in Junior High? Yep. When Jessica tried smoking to spite her parents and got hooked in 8th grade, I was the one that helped her. When Amy had developed anorexia in 9th grade, I'd helped her. It got around that I was the go to guy, and by the time graduation rolled around I'd helped people get their grades up enough that during the graduation speech, the principal had called out that our class had the highest average GPA in our school's history. I'd helped everyone.
Now, being so popular and such a stand up guy, my dating life must have been great, right? Plus, my mom had raised me to be a gentleman, and to treat women right. The perfect good guy, nice guy, and helpful guy. So of course, my dating life has been amazing! It wouldn't make sense otherwise, right?
Nope.
When Tommy beat his girlfriend, she'd come to me for the strength to break up with him. But would she date me afterward? Nah, she'd find another asshole who would beat her up, and she'd flash her titties at him. Even the good girls were too 'pure' to even consider giving a guy a chance. So little old me, the universally 'liked' nice guy, me, graduated high school girlfriendless, as a virgin who'd never even seen a real girl's boobs.
Girls wanted me to not be a nice guy? Fine. Remember girls, you wanted this.
So, two weeks after I graduated, when Sarah had asked for confidence before she went off to college, while she was under I convinced her that showing me her boobs would help, and still under, I saw my first boobs. Groped the shit out of them too. Sarah had left happy, and I had been happy when she left.
I started adding a bit into my hypnosis suggestions where I told my clients that they trusted me without bonds, and that they enjoyed being hypnotized by me, but other hypnotists were sketchy, unless they moved too far away from me to be able to see me consistently.
I'd finally lost my virginity two weeks later. The girl had thanked me for the privilege. That solidified it for me. Women didn't want a nice guy, a good guy, or a gentleman. Women wanted to be dominated. Hypnosis was the easiest way.
I went to school for computer science, but the year before I graduated, I'd transferred my credits to an online college, and finished my degree, then got a degree in Psychology the following year, double dipping with all those college credits. I had intentionally picked one of the cheaper state schools to get my degree in computer science in, and in the end with Pell Grants, scholarships, working a part time job and being careful, graduated with no debt.
I had taken a dozen different hypnosis courses during high school, and after a year of working with a therapist, boom, I had gotten certified.
I kept a client list the whole time, mostly helping old acquaintances from high school. Now, I mobilized them, and had dozens of appointments over the next month. That was enough that I could easily commit to the cost of opening an office. The finances had all worked out and my lender had agreed.
The best part had been interviewing and hiring a receptionist. No dudes applied, so I couldn't be accused of being sexist. I'd gotten applicants that ranged from 40 year old MILFs to girls fresh from High school. As a 23 year old, new business owner, I had my pick. In the end, for what I wanted my choice had been easy.
Desiree (pronounced 'Dez-air-eh') was an 18 year old (almost 19), young bombshell. She had an amazing figure. She had c-cup tits, a nice thin waist, and a nice flair to her hips and ass. She had long silky black hair, green eyes and flawless fair skin and a dimple in her right cheek when she smiled. Plus at 5'4 she could wear up to five inch heels and still be shorter than my 5' 10" frame. She had gotten her GED because she'd been homeschooled. Talking about things she might have to deal with, I had asked if she was okay with clients mentioning any trauma from Sexual Assault and Harassment. Her response had immediately earned her the spot.
"Well, I think I could hear bits and pieces of that and be fine. Honestly, my parents kinda glossed over that kinda stuff during that unit. I am excited to learn, but I don't think hearing that stuff would be a problem for me. After all, it can't be that bad, right?" Desiree had declared.
Desiree had been disappointed she couldn't start immediately, because she was trying to move out of her parent's house. I had made a compromise with her, I'd start paying her immediately and she'd come over to my house to experience the hypnosis for the two weeks until we opened. Desiree had jumped at the chance.
This had been perfect. You see, hypnosis wasn't brainwashing like some shows and stories would have you believe. Yeah, I'd gotten girls to do what I wanted before, but that had been with girls I'd been hypnotizing for two years. Two years of trust and work had left them malleable in my hands. Desiree had no such background, so I couldn't just make her drop her pants and spread her legs.
Make no mistake, I would be fucking the shit out of her. But I had to establish control first, so two weeks of working with my naive bombshell secretary would be a boon. I didn't even try to get in her pants yet, or her shirt for that matter, it was too risky. I just worked on her ability to focus, her trust with me, and her enjoyment of being hypnotized. It worked flawlessly. She even accepted the post-hypnotic trigger I had worked out, simply stating "Sleep, Desiree, Sleep" and she would drop into a trance. She would only respond to me like that, and it gave me great hope. It had taken me two days worth of work to convince her that girls her age were all on birth control, with the longer the cycle between periods the better. After all, what girl her age didn't want to tell her period to piss off. But she had been raised in a very religious and conservative house.
Her doctor was her parents' friend and they went to the same church, so I'd also had to convince her to go to a new doctor. Friday of the first week she had proudly proclaimed that she had started birth control, though she wasn't sure why. Apparently it had been difficult to convince the doctor to give her the twelve month cycle birth control, since she wasn't sexually active, had no conditions, and just wanted it. Eventually, with her insistence, he had conceded, after all, it was just birth control.
I reinforced that she should carefully take the pill at the same time each day, and that it would make her feel happy to do so. Everything was set up wonderfully. We'd taken possession of the building the Friday before it opened. I'd had my computer set up, and Desiree's computer set up, there were TVs that would have Netflix shows playing for guests in the waiting room, and a nice break room with a fake leather couch, chosen specifically to easily be able to clean sperm off of.
Now, the first day of my new office was here, and I saw Desiree had already opened the door and was at her new computer. Her email was set up, and she was familiarizing herself with the scheduling software. For being a ditz who couldn't score high enough on the ACT to get into college, she was picking it up like a champ thanks to my hypnotic aid. She was wearing a nice pink blouse that showed off a touch of cleavage without being slutty. I couldn't see her skirt or pants yet, because her desk blocked the view. I wanted it that way. After all, if no one could see, I could get her wearing anything I wanted down below, or not wearing what I didn't want.
"Welcome, Mr. Kent. Looks like our first appointment is at ten, so we have a few hours before they should be here." Desiree informed me. I knew that today, but she was following the program I had reinforced over her hypnosis sessions for the past two weeks. Those sessions, I'd let her remember.
Hypnotic amnesia was actually surprisingly easy to control. Suggest that someone wouldn't remember a session, and with most people, they would be unable to recall anything unless another hypnotic suggestion was applied. Suggest they would easily remember a session, and they would do so.
As far as Desiree was concerned, she had spent two weeks doing hypnotic sessions as training to start her work, and that was totally normal. As far as she knew, working for a hypnotist, being regularly hypnotized was expected and normal. It helped her be a better employee. That had been easy to suggest. Desiree wanted to be the best employee she could, so she could afford the new apartment she had gotten.
"Well, why don't we do a morning session to get me warmed up. I'll listen for the door tone and I'll wake you if anyone comes in." I told her.
