Chapter 3 - Mama Barnes
Sixty-two year old Clarissa Barnes had seen a lot of things in her life. The former History teacher turned TV star on account of a casting fluke had a lot of stories to tell about what really happened backstage that made the tabloids headlines look like child's play by comparison. She believed nothing could surprise her any more but nothing could have prepared her for the sight of her only son grovelling on the floor with his face covered in jizz.
"Don't 'Hi, Mom' me, young lady," she said. "I want to know what the hell is going on around here right now."
Angela tapped her foot. "Sure but do you mind telling me the reason why you're here in the first place?"
"Since when does a mother need a reason to come see her daughter?"
"I'm in my work place. You could have least said something before waltzing in. And how did you get in here, anyway?"
"I know where Gail keeps the spare key," Clarissa shrugged. "And, Angela, I'm pretty sure what I'm seeing right now is anything but work."
"You would be surprised. It's serious business. You just interrupted a therapy session."
"Therapy?" Clarissa's eyes widened.
"The... rapy?" Jonah mumbled as more and more of his surroundings became familiar once again. God, his mouth tasted like...
"Forget that," Angela commanded. "Listen to my voice and go back into trance. That's right, Jonah. Your conscious mind is going back to sleep now, completely unaware of what's happening. You know you can't fight this so you won't. You will simply 'go diaper' *snap* and 'diaper' *snap*. Go sit on that couch over there while Mom and I have a conversation."
"Yes, Angela," Jonah obeyed. He got up, his knees slightly sore, lips sticky like they had been smeared in super glue.
"Go diaper?" Clarissa asked, even more confused than before.
Angela pulled up an ergonomic leather chair with adjustable heights, armrests, and headrests and offered it to her mother. "A little something Gregory taught me a while ago. You remember him, don't you?"
"I remember you being head over heels if that's what you mean. And I think I prefer to stand for now."
"Have it your way."
"Explain to me how having your brother behave like a zombified cum eater is therapy."
Angela crossed her arms as she leaned backwards on her desk. "It's quite simple. Jonah came to me asking for help in getting rid of his humiliation fetish or, at least, toning it down so he can regain control of his life once again. The truth of the matter is that he believes he enjoys certain things when in fact he really doesn't, not on a deeper level. This is my own extinction protocol."
"Your what now?"
"I'm going to spare you the lecture, but extinction is a psychology technique used to eradicate unwanted behavior. In this case, I'm oversaturating his mind with strong stimuli to see just how far he goes when it comes to humiliation whilst trying to trigger the opposite reaction. In simpler terms, I'm pushing him to the limit until he gets fed up and starts abhoring certain ideas and thoughts patterns. Like I said, therapy."
Clarissa looked at her son and then back at Angela unsure whether to believe her or not. It seemed a much more plausible explanation than thinking that the apple of her eye had turned into a sex-crazed pervert but...
"I think I'm going to take that seat now," she sighed.
"Good idea. Can I get you anything to drink?" Angela pointed at the mini-bar in the farthest corner of the office.
"Not unless you have a 25-year Scotch hiding there."
"Sorry, just water and all the fruit juices you can think of."
"I'm good then."
"Well, I'm not," Angela moved towards the bar and returned shortly after with an unopened bottle of ginger and apple juice in hand. She sat next to her mother but not before making sure Jonah remained perfectly still in his dreamy trance state.
"Humiliation, huh?" Clarissa muttered to continue the conversation.
"Extreme Femdom is his kink. Humiliation is a big part of it or so he told me."
"That's funny."
Angela opened the bottle. "It is?"
"Yeah. Thinking about it right now, I can't say I'm really surprised."
"I sense a story coming up," Angela smiled as she took a sip of her juice. It was quite spicy, just the way she liked it.
"Your father - God keep his soul - also had some... peculiar tastes when we met."
"How peculiar are we talking about?"
"He told me a couple times he dreamt of being cuckolded."
"No way! Dad?"
"Yep. Of course, the first time he said that to me, I had no idea what that meant and... they were confusing times, okay?"
"Did you ever...?"
"God, no! It was just a dirty fantasy that eventually subsided when he realized he was better off doing the fucking than watching me fuck another."
"Look at you, talking dirty all of a sudden!" Angela laughed.
"I talked dirty way before you were born, young lady."
"Feeling better now?"
"I suppose but..." she looked at Jonah again. "It's still..."
"I know. It's not real though. Not entirely at least."
"Not entirely? Are you saying a part of you is actually enjoying humiliating your brother like that?"
"Being in control is exciting, Mom. I'm not going to deny that. Jonah's fantasies are hot when properly directed and contained. I'm going to make sure that happens."
"Do what you must do then," Clarissa acquiesced. She stood up and approached her son. "Just tell me something. How deep is he in order for you to pull his strings like that?"
"Very deep but the depth of trance is infinite, really. Jonah is as suggestible as one can be which makes my job a lot easier."
"I see..." Clarissa waved her right hand in front of his glazed eyes. "He's really not aware of anything, is he?"
"He's completely aware yet completely unaware at the same time. Conscious and subconscious mind operate on different frequencies but they're not entirely separate from one another. Right now, his focus is completely dictated by my triggers and suggestions though."
"He's also still hard as fuck, it seems," Clarissa nodded.
"Mom! Did you seriously just take a peek at your son's boner?" Angela teased.