Dr. Lewis was ill tempered when he unlocked his office door. It was a little after eight and he had sessions back to back through out the day. He hated it when Ginger booked them like that. He needed time to recuperate and ground himself. He was doing memory work with some of his clients and that kind of therapy could be intense. He ached for Thursday – two days to go before he could see her. In his journal, which stayed in a locked drawer in his office at home, he had started referring to Thursdays as D Day. It was the day he had his seven o'clock session with Diana. He had been seeing her for about eight months now. When she first came to him, she was a mess; divorced, anxious, insecure, and so depressed he had coded her as suicidal in his session logs. She was stunningly beautiful with short blonde hair and porcelain skin. Her eyes were emerald green. The combination of all these features made her seem like a season, like the beginning of spring after the cold harshness of winter, a contrast accentuated by her unmanageable despair. Dr. Lewis had to force himself to concentrate during their sessions. It was difficult to stare at her full ruby lips and sensuous mouth and not imagine her sucking his cock.
Diana was the lead aerobics instructor at Muscle Mass, the biggest gym in Cleveland. Though she had had several serious long-term partners, she was sexually repressed in her inner core. Lewis was convinced this was the cause of most of her conflict. Early on, they had decided the best way to proceed would be with hypnotherapy, so Diana could reveal her deepest fears without being self-conscious. He had explained to her that this type of therapy often involved drugs and sexual reconditioning which could mean actual sexual activity, which would be performed with the utmost respect. She was okay with that, signed the release form and seemed anxious to get better. When she woke from these sessions, she did not remember what happened, but it as time went on, it was obvious to both of them that layers were being peeled away. Dr. Lewis had never touched a patient, had never even considered it, but when she was under his spell, he was under hers and she was irresistible. He decided it would be better and safer to start seeing her in the evenings, free from Ginger's prying eyes. That had made the sessions more intense. Diana was getting better. Though his methods were questionable and even reprehensible to some in his profession, his molesting and violating of her gorgeous body seemed to be improving her spirits. He couldn't bear to think of the day when he would have to set her free, but he knew it was coming.
A light rain was falling when Dr. Lewis drove to his office on Thursday, but nothing could quell his good mood and sweet anticipation. D-Day had finally arrived. The day was uneventful and passed slowly. At his request, Ginger lightly filled his roster. At six-fifteen, she poked her head in his office and asked if he wanted her to leave the coffee pot on. He told her to turn it off.
"Okay see you tomorrow. Have a good session with Diana."
"Thanks. Good night Ginger."
Dr. Lewis closed the blinds in his office and cleaned off his desk. There were papers and folders scattered everywhere. He turned his phone ringer to silent. If anyone had to reach him they, would have to leave a message, the indicator light would let him know. He pulled two wingback chairs from the lobby into his office and situated them so that they faced each other, a few feet apart. Just as he was dimming the lights, the bell rang. He tried to conceal his excitement. It would be terrible if she noticed the bulge in his pants. He casually held a manila folder in front of him when he opened the door.
"Diana, hello, it's good to see you."
"Hi, Dr. Lewis."
She looked radiant. She had a perfect body. Today she was wearing a tight black skirt and a cream colored knit sweater with pearl like buttons down the front.
"How was your week Diana? Weren't you in the Cleveland Triathlon?"
"Yes, it was scary. The jogging and biking part was fine, but during the swim across Coolwood Cove, a storm came up and the currents grew too strong too fast. No one made it across. Some of the swimmers returned to shore, but about twelve, myself included had to be rescued by the boat monitors."
"I think I heard something about that on the news. I'm glad no one was hurt, especially you."
Diana blushed and sat down in the chair, the one she always picked.
"You look fit and rested. Anything else going on?"
"The usual. Redefining my life as I've always known it. I'm trying to be more open hearted. I know that's the way to live, to just lay myself out there and be open to whatever and whomever comes my way, but it makes me feel so vulnerable. It's terrifies me to think of being out in the world like that without amour."
"Think about how much progress you've made. You are more open now than you were a few months ago. It takes time to change. It's one of the most difficult things for a person to do."
"I know. I do feel better since I've been coming to see you. How much longer do you think I need to keep coming? My finances are being drained since they cut back my classes at the gym."
"I didn't know that happened."
Dr. Lewis imagined her struggling financially. Therapy was always the first thing to get cut when people adjusted their budgets. He certainly didn't need her money.
"I tell you what Diana, I'm under contract to Houghton Mifflin to write a book on hypnotherapy. They want me to include at least a dozen real life scenarios. If you'd let me document our sessions like that, I would see you for no fee. It would be like a barter. Of course, your real identity will be concealed."
"Okay, that'd be great. It would help me out a lot."
"It would mean I'd have to video tape the sessions so I could catalog them and refer to them when I needed to. Would that be alright?"
"Sure, I don't care, as long as you don't stream it on the Internet or anything."
"Well, we might as well start right now. Let me get the tripod and camera set up. It'll just take a couple minutes."
Dr. Lewis couldn't believe his luck. He was about to start his very own personal porn collection with his very own sex slave.
"I made you some chamomile tea to calm you and get you in the mood. Why don't you sip it and I'll be right back."
As usual, the little blue pill was mixed into the tea. This would make her go under and stay under quite easily. Diana knew about the pills, she just didn't know how or when they were given to her. She sighed and slipped back into the comfortable chair and sipped her tea.
"Okay Diana, I think we're about ready." He looked up to make sure the camera's record light was on."
"I want you to imagine a white ball, a small white ball of light. It's the light of relaxation. It's in your feet now. It's moving very very very slowly up your body, to your thighs..."
