-Sorry this chapter is a little smaller and less eventful, I am trying to post enough to get past it, but sometimes it takes the reviewers days to get through multiple chapters if I post them all at once, it seems.
Chapter 6
The next morning I got in to work early as usual, and Desiree was already there, pleased she'd beaten me in. I rewarded her with multiple orgasms as I fucked her pussy on the couch in my office. As she returned to work, I wondered if she'd do anything I suggested to her, or if she had limits.
I intended to test her mother first, see how badly I did humiliate and degrade Lizzy before she'd reject the suggestions, or if she'd be my human fucktoy and plaything until I grew bored of her. I'm sure a few properly placed suggestions could get her spreading her legs for her husband again. I mean really, ogling cheerleaders was the mildest of transgressions, so it shouldn't be too hard. In the long run, this might even save the Moore's marriage. If I have gotten the gist right, the only reason Lizzy hasn't tried divorcing Harold already was her religious nature. She wasn't sleeping with him, or satisfying him in any way, and he was at a loss for how to win her back short of giving up on his dream of being a professional football coach in the NFL.
Part of me felt bad. I'd done more research into christianity looking for ways to exploit it for future clients. The core tenets of christianity were actually pretty reasonable and appealing. I mean I wasn't sure about God and definitely wasn't sure about Jesus, but the teachings were a pretty good layout on how to live a good life as a productive member of society. I was twisting and warping those beliefs for my own benefit, and the pliable idiots were so clueless about their own belief system that I was able to just slip whatever I wanted into it. The Moores were the first ones I'd really exploited it with and it was pathetic how easily their beliefs had been corrupted. Now Mrs. Moore believed it was her religious duty to let me fuck her however, whenever and wherever I wanted! Considering how chastity before marriage and faithfulness to your spouse after marriage were a very big part of every reasonable christian church I'd researched, it was disgusting how easily Liz had abandoned that for my cock.
The saddest part was how quick it had happened. It had taken me all of two sessions to get her naked and taking my cock, unprotected, in her cunt. Mrs. Moore was a whore, deep down. She probably suppressed it and was overly verbose in her christianity as a cover for what depraved slut she desperately wanted to be. That was the only explanation for why she submitted to me so quickly. Odds are her daughters were similar. Desiree had been far more pliant than I had expected too.
Maybe once all their daughters were eighteen and I had my choice of pussies there, I'd start working the parents back together. It seemed like they had been loving partners when he was working as an engineer, it was just the cheerleader thing that split them apart. But that was an issue for another day, my first client was here.
Right at opening time, Travis Scott showed up. He was one of my most legitimate clients. He was a construction worker, recovering on workman's compensation after he'd been injured, by no fault of his own, on a worksite. A careless coworker had almost killed him, not paying attention when using some heavy machinery. The guy who'd been at fault wasn't even working for the same company, both companies had just been contracted for different parts of the project. The lawyers had gone at it, and Travis had ended up with a massive payout and a guarantee that he'd have work when he recovered.
Pain management was one area of hypnosis that most people didn't even know about. Travis had been in extreme pain, and hated the pain meds he'd been prescribed. They didn't take away the pain, just made him too loopy to care about it. With regular maintenance, the hypnosis was bringing the pain under control. He knew it was there, so he didn't do anything to make things worse, but he wasn't being overwhelmed by it.
Travis was a perfect case for my marketing plan. A legitimate case, with legitimate benefits that could bring me other clients, whether their issues were big or small.
Travis always left grateful, and this was no exception. It was tough working with him. You had to balance the pain and awareness, and where it was. His back was the worst, but his arm and leg still bothered him too. It was mentally draining, but satisfying work.
After he left, I used Desiree's ass to blow off some steam.
Surprisingly, we had a walk-in appointment at 10:00. Her name was Robin Edwards. She was one of those girls that flirted with the line between cute and drop-dead sexy. She was about 5' 5", with brown hair and hazel eyes, B-cup breasts and a full, firm looking ass. I badly wanted to fuck her.
She explained that she was dealing with some depression issues and while she understood that a hypnotherapist like me couldn't diagnose or prescribe treatments, she wanted what help I could give her. She was fairly recently married, almost two years in, and liked being a housewife. She was just finding the constant chores of maintaining her home depressing. There was always laundry. There was always cleaning. There were always dishes. I got a good idea of some places to start, and prepared her for the induction.
