Everyone in this story is over the age of 18 and any resemblance to real people, places, things, objects, businesses, planets, solar systems, galaxy's, or universes is purely coincidental.
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I received my Phd in psychology from Harvard back in the late 1980's and then went on with a career in the Navy as a clinical psychologist in various Naval Hospitals. During that time and because of the increase in clinical acceptance of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) and related psychosis, I also became deeply involved in several programs which conducted research and trials into the effectiveness of hypno-therapy in treating PTSD. There isn't a certificated training program which results in a Doctor of Clinical Hypnotherapy (DCH) but I paid out of pocket for outside uncertificated training and used that training/experience in our program. Suffice to say we made many advances and were on the forefront of some finally effective care via hypnosis.
Professors and others will tell you there are limits to hypnosis and what it can and cannot accomplish. Most of those limits are true. I'm sure you have heard people under hypnosis will not do anything they wouldn't ordinarily do. Over years of practice I can tell you this is generally a truth. People's minds are resistant to even subconscious suggestions of perceived abnormal behavior. But what we discovered is also true is this resistance can be overcome through the combined utilization of passive psychotropic medications prior and very carefully chosen instruction/suggestion given to the individual under hypno-therapy. Essentially, with enough practiced conditioning a person may, and I stress MAY, accept the ordinarily absurd as perfectly acceptable.
Suffice to say the program experienced exciting and far reaching results in improving the lives of the service people who volunteered for our program. Most saw dramatic improvements in their interpersonal lives and this is what caught my attention. We saw success in transforming the negative perception of the initiating PTSD event into something more positive. The overwhelming positive impact of our treatments on our patients personal lives, specifically on their intimate relationships with spouses and others. The testimonials we recorded were most gratifying.
It became proven that people could in fact be influenced to do things and believe things they otherwise would not, would no longer do, or no longer believe. This was achieved through the transformation of the subjects experience of the event itself.
It not too over stated to say that over the 10 years of my participation in the program and then another 7 years in private practice I became a master. So much so that I was able to get results through careful use of words on a receptive subject that others could only get with medications.
It was a few years after my retirement that my personal life took a turn. My wife of 30 years had been struggling with her weight and attempted suicide. After years of declining my help she finally agreed to try hypnosis. To make a long story short, in 6 months she lost 45 pounds and was again in love with her life and her sense of self. Yes, much of the transformation in her sense of self was due to hypno-therapy.
Our intimate life had never been very fulfilling, at least not for me. She was very naïve and inexperienced when we married. I didn't complain, we love each other and she is a lovely and loving wife. During one of the sessions with my wife I experimented a bit with arousal and suggestion. Suffice to say that our sex life broadened considerably. She remains confident her weight loss was achieved through will power alone, but a good deal of her weight loss was a result of my embedding the "knowledge" that intimate behavior was fundamental to achieving and maintaining a health weight. Where as we made love 3-4 times a year, I connected intimacy and orgasm with the ideal weight and suddenly we were making love every night, sometimes multiple times a day. Our record while on vacation in Hawaii was 5 times in one afternoon! This went on for 2 years. Sex every night. We fucked more in the 3 months after the sessions began than we had in 30 years.
I eventually had to calm this down and succeeded in doing so. But that's not why I'm sharing this experience. As I grew older I have come to look at other women more and more. The successes I've had using hypno-therapy has peaked my inquisitive nature. My wife and I are still very happy but since my only sexual experiences had been with her I'd been lusting after other women. Over several years I've succeeded in bedding women through, as I call it, Deep H. This brings us to what I sat down to share, my most recent and most satisfying attempt at using Deep H to get laid... plain and simple.
Due to a change in our dental insurance about 10 years ago we were forced to change our dentist. One of the psychologists I now work with suggested her dentist. She had been going to her for about 7 years. Her dentist's name was Ginger Higgins, Ginger had a small practice in our town not far from where we lived west of Virginia Beach. She said she was a great friendly dentist who was also very honest and reasonable about her care.
My wife, Brienne, and I decided to try her out. Ginger was fantastic and just as described. In fact her entire office was bubbly, friendly, and simply a pleasure to be around.
Ginger is one of those women who you could have an almost instant attraction to. There's something about them, call it pheromones', call it a deeper psychological need, it doesn't matter.
My attraction to her was cemented in one visit. During this visit I was fully reclined in the dental chair and she was wearing slacks, tight slacks. The x-ray system is all digital and she'd moved a screen so I could see it. Ginger was standing next to me about a foot away looking at the screen and jabbering away about something. I didn't listen because only a foot from my face and turned toward me was a very evident camel toe. My head was a bit lower than her crotch. She has a large mound which had already caught my eye, but never this close. The crotch of her slacks were pulled between her pussy lips, you'd have to be blind NOT to see it. Lucky for me she stood there talking and pointing for a few minutes. I could also just make out the shape of bush on her mound under the fabric. After a bit she finished and left me in the dental tech's hands. She stepped back to get something just as the tech was finishing. Her camel toe was gone.
I smiled and imagined one of the girls must have said something to her.
"Ginger, you're pussy is showing," I could just imagine how that went.
Needless to say, a visit to the dentist became a much looked forward visit a few times a year. Let me say that Ginger is not an overtly religious person, nor is her staff, but in her lobby is a picture of a man looking a lot like the traditional depiction of Jesus kneeling next to animals and welcoming children, its not a subtle clue. She and her staff are church going good people. I on the other hand have become a talented horny old fart with a very over active sex drive.
During one visit, as I'm on my back with Ginger in my mouth doing her stuff, she asked, "So, what do you do?" She leaned back. I was a bit surprised because she'd never asked me this before. She was very friendly but also all business.
I've gotten this question before so I started my normal schpeal, "Well, I'm a semi-retired clinical psychologist specializing in hypnotherapy."
That usually results in one of two reactions. Either their eyes glaze over in boredom or they perk up and say something like, "Oh, so you hypnotize people to make them do things." This time Ginger looked at me, tilted her head and said, "Wait, are you the same Robert who wrote a paper in The Journal of Clinical Psychology a few years earlier? It was on... um... PTSD and hypno-therapy."
I blinked my eyes in surprise and raised my hands in submission, "Guilty" I replied, "and you're recalling that is quite impressive. it didn't get much interest."
Ginger sat back, "Well it sure did here. I ran across it and then showed to the girls. We were talking about it for weeks. You see, Daisy has been trying, unsuccessfully mind you, for years to quit smoking. We encouraged her to seek out therapy but she was leery of hypnosis."
I suppose now is the time to introduce you to the three women who figure significantly in this story. Ginger, Gail, and Daisy. There are a few others who are dental techs but they aren't in the office nearly as much as these three and didn't factor in to this, although it didn't escape my eye that every employee in the building was female.
First of all Ginger. Ginger and I hit it off immediately but I don't attribute that to anything more than Ginger's personality. She is very very friendly. Hugs on arrival, hugs on departure, always smiling. She is in her early 40's, chipper and happily married with 3 children, only a tad shorter than I am, so about 5 feet 7 inches tall, brown shoulder length very curly hair, twinkling green eyes, slender and on the thin side, long legs and a playful attitude. Her dress is most often slacks with a blouse of varying colors.
Daisy works the front desk. She takes care of appointments and is the friendly voice I hear when she calls to confirm our appointments a few days before. Daisy is about 30, mid back length blonde slightly curly hair, 5 feet 5 inches tall, full bodied but not fat by any means, pale complexion with freckles around her neck and upper chest, pretty face with a slender nose and glasses. She's married but at the time I didn't know for how long or if she had children.
Gail took care of billing and insurance. She was a very bubbly pleasant woman a few years older than Daisy, so I'd say around 35. She had shoulder length kinky black hair with straight cut bangs. An unusual style for a black woman who was a lovely shade of caramel. She is also married, but again I didn't know about any children.
Fully assessing any of their bodies wasn't easy because of the clothing they wore in the office. Dental smocks, baggy medical type pants. The only thing I was certain of is none of the three were "un-fuckable."
Back to the conversation...
"I don't have any doubt therapy would help her. In fact physical addictions are some of the easier things to treat, with certain provisos of course." I paused to let that sink in and then added, "Let's talk about it when your done poking and scraping my teeth." I looked back up at the bright light, closed my eyes, and opened my mouth.
Ginger continued to talk about hypnosis, "I do have some experience with hypnosis, I tried it back in college, to help me focus and study, a friend who dabbled in it said I was particularly susceptible to suggestion, anyway, my grades came up and I did just fine. Actually I think I was just anxious, and... blah.... blah... blah...." she faded as I lay there with Ginger doing her thing and a dental tech assisting, my mind was racing with the thought that this could be the foot in the door I'd been half heartedly looking for. If I could get Daisy under I knew I could embed some impressions which she would share with the others. Those impressions could lead to more subjects and if all went well, new wild oats to sow.
Out of habit I had always asked for the last appointment of the day and when Ginger finished with me the only ones left in the office were Ginger, Gail, Daisy and I. I stood talking to Daisy to made my next appointment and then with Gail to take care of billing.
Ginger took my arm and escorted me out into the waiting room, "I'll talk to Daisy and see what she thinks, I'll give you a call later."
She squeezed my arm and turned to go back inside. The door closed behind her and I waved at Gail and Daisy, "Bye now!"
"Later Bob!"
"Have a nice night."
