Office Furniture Pt 02

The next installment of Office Furniture. James decides to start "treating" more of Diane's former clients. Even though it's a bit goofy, I'm going to keep playing with the idea of "Stripperitis" and the disease "Mutating".

OFFICE FURNITURE, PART 2

James was all smiles as he walked into his office.

"Good morning, Amy. How are things? Did you have a good weekend?" He asked his secretary. He noted she now sported a double set of earrings and had what appeared to be the start of a tattoo "sleeve" on her right arm.

"I had a wonderful weekend Doctor. My boyfriend and I had a real discussion about our relationship, and we are moving to the next level."

"Oh? He proposed?" James asked.

"Oh no, he has agreed to be my submissive. He was, stubborn, about it. But I convinced him and he has accepted his place."

James smiled inwardly. His morning sessions had completely turned a formerly very normal girl into a hard core Dominant who had quickly taken charge of her relationship and was in the process of enslaving her boyfriend. James was enjoying hearing all about it in the daily sessions and it was obvious that Amy's boyfriend was being completely mentally and physically overwhelmed by his girlfriend. The "convincing" almost certainly meant she had tied him down or to a rack and had sexually tortured him until he gave in. James had thought about asking Amy to bring her boyfriend in for some couples "counseling" but had decided to see where this went. Amy seemed more than able to control her man, so James was content to let things continue on.

"I see. Well, we have a ten o'clock and be sure to have things ready. This is an important session. Lisa Granes is one of Diane's most important clients, and we have to be sure that we handle her condition carefully."

Amy nodded. "Of course, Doctor."

James entered his office and sat down. He leaned back in his chair for a bit and let out a contented sigh. He was certainly no longer in the "Friend Zone" with his former partner Diane (or Mystery as she preferred to be called). She was now his girlfriend/bitch/sugar baby and loving it. Her two new best friends, Trisha and Staci (better known as Diamond and Venus), and her were now dancing at least 4 nights a week at one of the hottest strip clubs in the state. With Diane's skills as a professional psychiatrist and their hot bodies, they were raking in money, dancing like mad, and having a wonderful time. And James was the one who got to enjoy them. The men who left with blue balls from the club must be in the dozens James had mused after hearing about yet another wild party night.

Oh no, those three hotties were all his. And yesterday he had enjoyed them all day long and well into the night. In the two weeks since Diane had "succumbed" to her "Stripperitis", James had more sex than his entire life. He always had at least one of his women at home, and they were always ready for fun.

But they were expensive. Even with James in control of Diane's money and assets, he could already see that he was going to need a lot more money. His girls spoiled themselves rotten and the bills were rapidly piling up. Each one of them had a new car, tons of new clothes and shoes, and lots of expensive jewelry and makeup. Never mind the gym memberships, the spa and salon visits (nearly daily), and everything else.

James was a great doctor, but he would be broke soon if he didn't get some money fast.

Which was why today was important. James was going to "treat" someone with a disease they didn't know they had.

James shook his head in mock sadness. "Too bad you are already too far along in your condition to be cured. But it is okay, I will take care of things."

James did some work and then promptly at ten the door opened and in walked Ms. Lisa Granes.

To be honest, to James it seemed much more like marching in like a conquering general. Ms. Lisa Granes was the sole heiress to the Granes fortune. She was reputed to be worth hundreds of millions if not billions. She was smart, driven, and very disciplined. She had full control over her wealth, having a triple degree in finance, law, and accounting.

And she was as hot as she was rich. She stood at just under six feet, and was always a bit higher since she always worn heels. She had jet black hair hanging down to her shoulders, bright green eyes, beautiful lips that were naturally puffed up, perfect teeth, and a stunning 36-24-36 body with C cups. She was THE most desired heiress in the country.

James smiled at that thought. "And I will be the one to get her. And she will play right into my hands."

Lisa had been a client of Diane back before her stripperitis. James had taken over from Diane and knew her whole story. Her problem was trust. With her beauty and wealth, she had all kinds of people trying to seduce her, con her, and rip her off. She had recently broken up with her longest lasting boyfriend because she had noticed something off and had found out that he was really a conman. The man had disappeared, and some folks had whispered she had him taken out for playing her.

The result was Lisa had become somewhat of a recluse. She rarely attended social events anymore, or the theater, concerts or charity events. She'd donate money, but she was in a bad place mentally in terms of trust. It hadn't helped that a couple of her close friends had ended up spreading some nasty rumors about her and she had found out in a very public way which had resulted in a minor society scandal where she had punched one of them flat and slapped the other one so hard it knocked out a tooth.

Aside from Diane, the only person she dealt with regularly was her lawyer and last remaining friend Nicole.

Which was perfect for James and his plan.

"Doctor, good morning." Lisa said with her usual brisk tone. She marched over to the couch and laid down. James moved over to his master chair and sat down. Lisa let out a long sigh of relaxation and James felt the link.

James smiled as he felt her mind. James had been gifted a set of magical furniture by a crazy wizard several weeks back. It allowed him to enter into someone's mind and do just about anything he wanted. He could change, remove, or add memories, he could make the person trust him perfectly, he could make them think things and feel emotions, lusts, frustrations, and feelings. He could fix someone's mental issues or emotional issues with one visit, and he had. Nearly all men, he didn't want to waste his time with them, although he did program them to talk him up to anyone with issues. Especially women.

With his chair and couch, and also the "group therapy" set of chairs he had, he had completely brainwashed his former partner Diane and turned her into a hot, horny, stripper. All her schooling, desires, drive, and so on had been corrupted or removed and she was now his hot sugar baby.

He was now ready to start on the next woman, and he already had his plan. He was going to go faster on this one as he needed to gain control of her fortune rapidly.

"So Lisa, how was your last week?"

"Horrible Doctor. Just horrible. I can't seem to concentrate on anything, always distracted. My dreams are so confusing."

"How so? What are you dreaming about?" James said with a repressed smile. He knew the answer already.

Lisa moved a bit on the couch. After a bit she said "It's so embarrassing."

James pushed thoughts of full and absolute trust of him into her head. "Come now Lisa, you can trust me."

Lisa sighed and nodded. "Yes, I know. I fully trust you, Doctor. Well, I have these dreams of, um, being a maid."

"I see. As in a French Maid? The little black outfits, the duster, the heels and stockings?"

Lisa nodded vigorously. "Yes! Yes, exactly! How did you know?"

James pushed thoughts of absolute trust and belief in him into her head. And then he spoke.

"I was afraid of this. Lisa, you have contracted a very rare condition. I was hoping that you hadn't, but I'm afraid you have. You have a variant of Stripperitis known as Maidtosis."

Lisa blinked and turned her head. James was already flooding her mind with belief and trusting him, but he could tell that his last comment was a bit much. The old Lisa would have stood up and marched out, but with his programming over the last two weeks, she was confused, tired, scared, and unable to think clearly. That with his special magical chair, her mind didn't fight much as she accepted that this was a real condition.

After all, her highly trusted doctor had said so.

"I have never heard of that. What is it, and how do we cure it?"

"It's very rare. Very few doctors have even heard about it. I just happened to read an article about it in passing once. And sadly, I didn't realize it in time. I had another client who had contracted Stripperitis, and in stage 1 and 2 it is highly contagious. Despite my best precautions, my other client apparently infected several other patients, including you. Normally, it is a very quick issue. A week of odd dreams, some frustrations and your mind being unable to focus. But a very small percentage can cause a very extreme reaction. My sick patient is still being treated by me for this disease, but she will likely have to live with the effects for her entire life. Fortunately, the treatment is working so she can have a normal life."

"Well, as normal as a hot sugar baby stripper can have." James thought to himself with a bit of a smug look.

"So what happens?" Lisa asked.

"Well, you become frustrated, and distracted. The reason is that your mind develops a type of split personality. Not a regular one like we would see in normal cases, but a type of "hero" figure. A character that person would like to be. The frustration and distraction comes from being unable to fully embrace this person and "be" them for a bit. It's like a mental safety valve that you just can't quiet open. For Stripperitis, you want to be a stripper. If you get it early enough, some fantasizing will work. If not, and you don't get control of it, well, you become a stripper."

Lisa made a shocked sound. "Oh my God! That poor woman! She's a stripper now?"

"She is undergoing treatment. I am able to let her vent her frustrations and live her fantasies a bit, so she can be normal. But it's a weekly treatment and requires absolute trust."

"It's a good thing she was seeing you. I can think of so many others who would take advantage of that situation." Lisa said.

James smiled as she reaffirmed his programing of her mind.

"Yes, it is. Now, in your case though, it has mutated. This happens apparently when the infected person has some other underlying issues, such as you. In your case, the mutation resulted in Maidtosis. This strand is causing you to desire to be a maid. Specifically, a stereotypical French Maid. The reason is simple, your recent experiences in trust and people have made you want to be in a position that requires no thought or mental effort on your part but allows you to do a type of meaningful work. Namely servicing someone else. A stereotypical French Maid is a ditzy, empty headed little tart who just flounces around looking pretty, not caring about anything important. In your current mental state, this is a perfect match for you."

James pushed thoughts of acceptance into Lisa's head. The thought of just having to strut around, cleaning, simple, mindless work, with no stress. Someone else taking care of all the hard decisions. How relaxing it would be to not have to think about more than making coffee for her master, or providing breakfast in bed, or dusting in a short little maid outfit, or making herself very pretty for her master and providing him whatever service he desired.

James smiled as her mind opened up and the thoughts just flowed in. Lisa mental state had been primed already with her recent issues. The idea of not having to think or worry, and just be able to do as she was told was VERY attractive. Especially if it was for someone she trusted. Then she could give him full loyalty and power over her and she could relax.

"Yes. A perfect match." Lisa said in a dreamy, relaxed voice. Her hand strayed towards her crotch a bit, and then she shook her head.

"I see. Doctor, what exactly is my condition? And what do we have to do in order to get this taken care of?"

"You are in stage 3. I'm sorry I didn't catch it earlier, but it's very difficult to identify in its early stages. What we need to do is push you through stage 4. If we can do that rapidly, you will work through it."

"Very well, what must I do?"

James made an ahem sound and tried to sound embarrassed. "Well, you need to act out your frustrations. As a maid."

Lisa nodded. "I assumed as much. Don't be embarrassed Doctor, please don't. You have been so helpful to me, and you have my full trust."

James nodded while smiling inwardly. "Thank you Lisa, that means a great deal to me. Ahem, yes, what you need to do is be a maid. Go home, wake up early, make a breakfast, serve it to yourself, clean up, and then be a maid. Dust, mop, clean, vacuum, do the laundry, all of it. If you have household staff, give them the week off and do everything on your own."

"I can do that for my Condo, my country estate would be a bit too large for me to handle. It takes up the entire top floor of the J.S. Building."

James made a mental note to check that out, but if it was as big as he thought, he could easily move his girlfriends and himself in with no issues.

"That should work. If you have any questions, you can google them for cleaning."

"I will." Lisa paused and then looked a bit embarrassed. "Doctor, how do I dress for this?"

"Good question. I'd start with just some old workout clothing. If we hit this hard, we can literally work this out of your system." James said while he pushed in several subconscious thoughts. Workout clothing wouldn't work, she needed to BE a French Maid. The stockings, the heeled slippers, the little white apron, the lacey corset, the little maid cap, the lace gloves, full make-up. She'd start in workout clothing, but it wouldn't do it for her. She would get so close to release but not get there. It would drive her nearly insane. She'd then switch to a regular maid uniform. Same result. Then a French outfit. So close, but just not enough. By Friday, she would be in the skimpiest bit of French maid lingerie she could get her hands on and would be starting to speak with a French accent and mix French words in. James knew she spoke French (minor in college), so this would be easy.

By the time her Monday appointment rolled around, she'd be fully primed. And then sadly, James would have to tell her that she had advanced from stage 4 to 5 and fully on to 6. At level six she was incurable and would need "treatment" for the rest of her life. And she would fully trust her doctor to give it to her.

James finished pushing his commands, thoughts, sub-conscious programming, and above all full trust in him into her head and then added a bit more.

"Lisa, we need to keep this very quiet. If this were to get out, you could face some rather severe, um, well, social commentary."

Lisa nodded. "Oh, I was already thinking about that. It shouldn't be an issue, I have been rather private of late."

"Ah. That helps, but I'd even make sure not even my close friends know about it." James started pushing thoughts of mistrust in Nicole into her head. But then he paused.

Lisa was pushing back VERY hard. In fact, she was sitting up on the couch and starting to face him.

"NO! She is the only other person on this earth I trust as much as you. She MUST know!"

James pushed calming thoughts into her head as he nodded.

"I understand. Please, sit back. I apologize Lisa, I didn't realize how much you trusted her. Please, sit."

Lisa resisted and James had to focus hard. After a bit she sat back, but he could tell she was very upset.

"Well, shit. Now what?" James thought. "Hm, well, maybe poor Lisa infected someone? Yes, I think so." James smiled at the thought. He had never met Nicole, but had heard some about her. She was rather easy on the eyes from what he had heard.

"Lisa, I am concerned for the patient/doctor relationship and the privacy involved. But it just occurred to me that your friend is your lawyer correct?"

"Yes, she handles all my legal matters and many business ones."

"Oh, perfect. We can meet at a professional level then, patient and client privilege. Here is what we will do. Call her after our session and have her contact me to set up an appointment here so we can discuss things. She needs to come and see me here and I will inform her of your problem and how we will treat it."

Lisa was now back under his full control, fully relaxed, and open-minded. "Yes Doctor, I will do that."

"I must insist however, that you do not inform her of any details. Leave all of that to me."

Lisa seemed to have a slight reaction but James swamped it with his mind and buried it.

"Yes, that is for the best." Lisa said in a dazed voice.

James shoved a lot of trust into Lisa's head and then walked her to the door.

"See you in a week. I am very hopeful that this treatment will work."

James called Amy in after Lisa had left.

"Amy, Lisa is in a very advanced stage of Maidtosis. It's going to be hard on her this week. I have a very bad feeling that she will not be able to recover. I like being ahead of problems, so be ready for a phone call from her lawyer Nicole. Once she calls, set up an appointment here as soon as you can, I can stay late, or cancel another appointment if you need to."

"I understand Doctor."

James sat back and made some notes about the visit and looked over his other patients. After Lisa and Nicole, he already had the next one lined up. Or the next group really. A small group of friends who did a group therapy session with Diane.

Or had. He had one session, and then had done a one on one with each lady and had primed them for his next step.

"But first things first." James said out loud with a slight chuckle.

After about an hour, Amy paged him.

"Doctor, I have a Ms. Nicole O'Neil holding for you. She is Lisa's lawyer."

"Yes, of course." There was a click and then a young, but stern voice said "Doctor? I'm Nicole O'Neil, Ms. Granes' lawyer."

"Thank you for calling. I wish it was under better circumstances though."

"Yes. I was a bit surprised though. I had thought her doctor was Diane, but she is out on sabbatical?"

"Yes, for several months. Some personal issues, even us psychiatrists need some time now and then. But she is my patient now and we need to talk."

"Yes, we certainly do. Ms. Granes was very evasive on why though." James could feel the mistrust on the phone line.

"You are a very sharp one." James thought.

"Ms. O'Neil, there is an issue, but not one for discussing on the phone. I would like you to stop by my office so we can talk a bit in privacy. Ms. Granes has already signed a waiver allowing me to disclose certain information to you, but I will only do so here in my office where I know we are alone."

There was a pause. "Are you implying that I might not be trustworthy?"

"No, but I know your firm works a lot with a certain "class" of people. And a lot of people in your office work for some folks who would be very happy to hear about Ms. Granes having some issues. You, I trust. Them, not so much."

James could tell that Nicole was thinking the same thing. James had Amy do some looking around prior to his starting on Lisa and he knew that there was some tension in the office where Nicole worked over Nicole's close friendship with Lisa and the fact that Nicole had taken some of the bs from some of the other rich bitches very personally. It wasn't hard to make her suspicious enough to think that a place other than the office was a smart move.