Part 1. The Analyst's story.
I sat slightly behind Mrs. White as she sat talking in my consulting room. The light from the windows was catching the small blonde hairs that didn't quite make it into her tied hair. She was by far the most attractive of my patients, in her late twenties, obviously well kept and always smartly dressed in conservative clothes which never the less allowed her beautiful body to be elegantly displayed even though covered. She had been coming to me each week for months now. All her problems had apparently disappeared and yet she still turned up week in week out. The money was useful though it defeated me as to her reasons. I watched the movement of her neck, the slight throbbing of a pulse below the skin, the lace bra that only just showed as the light caused some transparency in her blouse.
Eventually my curiosity overcame me.
"Mrs. White, why do you come here still each week?" I had interrupted her and she looked around at me before settling back.
"To ensure that I am a fully balanced person." Even her voice had that sexy elegant quality to it. She was rather cool and patronising at times but still a very sexy woman.
"I think there must be more to it than that."
"If there is I am unaware of it."
"Maybe we should explore that question."
"Perhaps. If you think it would help."
"Your response suggests that simply talking about it wont be useful."
"Oh, I didn't mean to suggest that."
"Can you remember when you first came here I used hypnosis to open up the problems initially and then we discussed them?" I stood and walked in front of her, leaning back on my desk. Looking at her face I saw a slight flush and her eyes shone far more than normal.
"Yes. Yes I remember. Do you want to try that now?"
"I think so. Though you must be in complete agreement."
"Yes. Yes." A little too quickly. She continued, "I am happy for you to do that."
I placed her under quickly. It was far easier this time as most of the suggestions were in place from before. I looked at her sitting still yet lithe before me. A woman like her would make any man happy I thought to myself before restraining my thoughts and bringing them back to the job in hand.
"Mrs. White, is there a reason for you wishing to continue these sessions that I do not know about?"
"Yes."
"Will you tell me?"
"It's the hypnosis." I looked at her for a moment totally puzzled.
"Please expand on that as much as you can."
"It arouses me." My face dropped in astonishment. If she had been aware of me I am sure she would have laughed. "It's the idea that you could control me when I am hypnotised, make me do things, wicked things."
"Sexual things?"
"Oh yes. I fantasise how you could make me do all kind of things, humiliate me, have sex with me, dominate me."
"Do you ever act out these submissive fantasies of yours with your husband for example?"
"Oh no. At first he was very dominant, and that was OK but he never really pushed it as far as I would have wanted sexually. Now he seems to get all the dominance and such like he needs from his job. I rarely see much of him and when I do he just wants to be passive now. Unfortunately sexually I am more dominant than him."
"And you would prefer it the other way around?"
"Oh yes."
"And you've not done anything with anyone else?"
"Oh no. It just wouldn't be socially acceptable would it?"
"So you keep it all under wraps so as not to cause any problems?"
"Yes of course. Doesn't everyone?" "
"How long have you felt as though you wanted to be submissive?"
"Oh for a long time. At school everyone saw me as a 'good' girl, non sexual, beyond those sordid kind of things."
"But you wished otherwise."
"Yes. Boys scared me a bit ad my only defence was to be aloof. I couldn't get out of that trap. I was never allowed to drop that 'face' and be even a partial slut like the other girls."
"But you fantasise about being made to do things under hypnosis?"
"It hadn't occurred to me prior to you putting me under. After it I thought about all the things you could do. I've been hoping that you'd do it again."
"You know that I haven't done anything of the kind?"
"Yes I do, but I don't when I'm not under hypnosis. When I am normal I still think it might happen, might already have happened."
"And is that what you would actually want to happen?"
"Oh yes. It would be marvellous. I wouldn't have any control over it. You could do as you wished and make me be a total slut for you."
I looked at her in shocked silence. I could never have imagined Mrs. White even saying the word 'slut' before let alone acting like one. From outside came the faint sound of traffic, other than that there was total silence within the room. Mrs. White sat as she normally would, one stocking covered leg over the other, her hands in her lap, looking serene. I had an erection I realised suddenly. It was beginning to hurt in its intensity. I moved around the desk and sat behind it covering my arousal. I sat and thought a long while. Eventually after telling her to forget all she had heard or said and to feel pleasantly relaxed, I woke her.
I had considered the situation considerably during the following week. First I veered one way then the other. It wasn't until Mrs. White's next visit that I had fully made up my mind. By chance Jill, my secretary, and receptionist had taken the day off ill so the session took place with only me and Mrs. White, no one would interrupt. Fate was playing her hand. She looked as prettily pristine as ever, her make-up and her dress sense as immaculate as usual. She sat down and immediately I told her that I wished to hypnotise her again. The flush and the sparkle of eyes again showing as I waited for her consent.
I began by checking her latent submissive desires. They were still there, still strong, still hidden away from the world though not from her own knowledge. It was easy to strengthen them, it was something she really wanted, there was no difficulty in this. Strengthening her desire to be subservient to me was also surprisingly easy, it didn't appear to matter who it was, even the gender seemed irrelevant. I simply gave her the focus. That focus was me. We sat there for about 30 minutes as I gradually had her build a structure of a relationship where she could be the submissive to my dominant. For the most part I was using her own suggestions though leading these and building what I wished for from each new brick she provided. Eventually I was satisfied sufficiently for me to pause and assess my work and her beauty as she sat before me still under. My cock was rigid.
"Mrs. White I would like you to undress for me." Physically now, as well as professionally, I was taking a big step. I wanted to check out what she was going to offer me.
"Yes." Whispered huskily.
She began, with a dancers grace, to remove her clothing. Undoing buttons and slipping off her blouse, reaching behind her to unclip her bra thrusting her lace covered breasts forward. I watched fascinated by the firmness of her breasts as she stood and unbuttoned her skirt, her breasts moving delightfully before my eyes. She slid the silk skirt down her legs and stood out of it. The hardness of her pink nipples obvious. Her fingers hooked over the waist of her panties and gradually eased them off her long legs. She wore no stockings and simply stood in her shoes and jewellery. It was certainly a sight for sore eyes as the sunlight reflected off the desk and lit her pale skin. Her pubic hair was sparse and there was evidence of moisture around the base of her blonde silken triangle. She was a dream. Her face now glowed and her tongue damped her lips often. She turned this way and that for me so I could observe all her beauty, even bending at the hips so I could view the bulging of her lips from behind. Finally I had her stand with her arms folded behind her back and her legs slightly apart. Her body was exquisite.
"Now Mrs. White, tell me the rules that you have set just yourself."
"Foremost I must be obedient to you in all matters sexual or that could be considered associated with sexuality. Secondly I am to aim to give you pleasure. I am not to do anything which would harm or upset you in any way. Thirdly that any of my sexual activity or fulfilment will be at your command or with your agreement."
"And are you sure that is what you yourself really want deep down?"
"Yes."
"You will know these fully by the time I allow you your next orgasm Mrs. White. Your mind will gradually take in and accept fully these self imposed rules. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"When did you last have sex with your husband?"
"Two weeks ago."
"Is that normal?"
"Yes. I often go through a period without having had sex with him."
"Your arousal will increase as the week goes on and you will feel the need to ask my permission if you wish to do anything about it. You will feel that you need to seek my permission before you can release those feelings of arousal and need."
"Mrs. White you know how a cat behaves around humans?"
"Yes."
"You are to get onto your hands and knees." She did so. "Now Mrs. White you area cat. You will rub yourself against my legs as you move around me." She arched her back and crawled over to me. I could feel her warm flesh as she leant against my legs, rubbing the length of her body against me as she slowly moved around. A purr came from her throat continually. As she moved I could see her hips thrusting high as though her tail was straight up. The sight her of her pink rosebud was quite clear as was the fleshiness of her lips between her thighs, her breasts moved invitingly.
It was all too much, my cock hurt. I had her stand and return to normal human behaviour. I got up and sat against the front of the desk, unzipping myself and taking out my aching member. It would have been so nice and so easy to have her suck my cock. I could imagine it inside her hot wet mouth, but it wasn't what I wanted just yet. I wanted her to be fully aware, I wanted her to know exactly what she was doing and I wanted her to be desperate. I rubbed my length in front of her a while as I added a few other requirements into her mind before putting myself away again, with some difficulty. This included a phrase, "Chocolate Cucumber", that would put her into a trance for me whenever she heard it.
I had her dress and watched again as her body moved and slowly hid itself from me. I took her panties, retaining them, and telling her that she would not notice until on her way home. I held the expensive, damp piece of material hidden in my hand as I brought her around.
"Well I am sorry but your appointment has come to an end Mrs. White. I will give you another appointment at ten on Saturday morning if that is alright with you."
"Oh. I wasn't aware you held a surgery on Saturdays."
"I don't usually but I will make an exception and open up just for you. Is Saturday morning a problem?"
"No. No, that will be quite convenient actually."
I noticed her eyes drawn to what probably was an obvious bulge in my trousers as she rose to go and stood making small talk at the door.
On Thursday at noon my telephone on the outside line rang as I expected.
"Hello Mrs. White. Nice to hear from you. Is there a problem regarding your appointment?"
"No. No its not that." She sounded flustered, very flustered.
"Well, what can I help you with then?"
"This is really silly. I don't know why I'm doing this really. It's really embarrassing."
"Does that matter?"
"No. Yes. No. I need to ask you something that's all."
