The Good Boy Therapy

"Gaah, I can't believe what I'm doing," David complained. It's been some time since he's been feeling down. "I'm sure Mike's is playing a joke on me right now," he thought while squeezing the calling card in the palm of his hand.

"Hypnotherapy... Is this even a thing?" He took another look at the card. "As if some shrink could stop me from feeling like shit all the time."

"Here goes nothing," David looked up and knocked on the wooden door. After a short while, the door let out a squeaky noise and began to open, revealing a small figure behind the doorstop.

"Welcome!" said the woman cheerfully. "You must be David, right?"

"Y-yeah," David murmured. He's never been good at talking, let alone talking to strangers.

"Come on in! My name's Emily. I'll be your therapist. We are happy to have you at our clinic!"

David accepted Emily's invitation, and entered the room. It was his first time seeking therapy, so he wasn't sure just what to expect. As he entered the room, a small coffee table, a lounger and a chair revealed to his eyes.

"Please, make yourself comfortable while I brew us some tea," Emily informed David, closing the door on the way out, leaving David alone in the room.

"Well, nothing out of ordinary I guess," David thought while looking at the room. "Typical pretentious bookshelves you have when you want to pose as a smartass," he disdained.

David moved to the lounge chair and sat down on it. "Quite comfy I must say," he commented to the nonexistent audience.

After a moment, Emily returns with two cups of tea, which she puts on the coffee table. "Let's begin. What problems are bothering you, David?"

"Well," David clenched his fists. He wasn't good at talking about how he feels. For some bizarre reasons, he never could find just the right words that would fully describe what he's going through. "I think I have low self-esteem, and it's been affecting my life greatly."

"Low self-esteem, huh" Emily thought aloud. "Say, how do you react when given compliments?"

"I-uh," this was a tough one for David. He's often praised at his workplace, but this never had helped him think better of himself. "I... accept them?"

"Really? That's very interesting, David," Emily commented. "Hey, could you pass me my cup?" She asked.

"Sure, no problem," David got up, and passed the other cup of tea to the therapist.

"Thanks, David! You're such a good boy for me," Emily praised David.

"It-it's nothing," David stuttered. He returned back to his chair red with embarrassment.

"Well, David," Emily continued. "If this is how you accept compliments, then I get why you're feeling what you're feeling, because you're not accepting them at all. You're not letting your brain understand and fully get all the positive feelings that come from being praised, and from being appreciated."

David looked down on his legs. He wasn't used to being confronted like that. He felt like a cornered prey animal.

"I believe I'm ready to begin," Emily said. "Ready when you are."

"I'm ready," David murmured.

"Now, David," she continued. "I want you to close your eyes."

"Such a waste of time," David thought while closing his eyes.

"I want you to imagine being on a beach on a sunny day. Imagine yourself walking on the beach sand, feeling the soft friction of the grains of sand against your feet. The breeze gently blowing your hair. The warmth of the sun caressing your body," Emily painted a blissful picture for David.

David didn't have a hard time imagining this scene. After all, he spent the better part of his childhood living in a small fishing town on the coast of the ocean, and used to go frequently on beach walks.

"Imagine lying down on the sand. Feel the warmth that radiates from it to every inch of your body," Emily instructed David. "Feel how the blissful warmth of the environment that surrounds you makes you feel safe and relaxed. How it makes you forget about all of your daily worries."

"Oh, can you feel it David? It looks like the ocean waves are touching the soles of your feet. Barely but surely. Feel the warm temperature of the water on your soles, David," Emily continued.

"It looks like the high tide is coming, David. But you're just too relaxed to do anything about that, so you don't even care. You only care about the warm sensation that each wave brings, slowly reaching to higher and higher parts of your body. Starting with your ankles, going through your knees, and through your thighs, feel all of your worries being slowly washed away with every wave," Emily instructed.

It was such a pleasant feeling for David. He felt as if he was finally at peace with the world, and with all the worries of his daily life.

"But the wave doesn't stop, David. Feel it traveling further and further. Feel it travel to your hips, softly stroking the inner sides of your thighs and the intimate area between them. Making you even slightly aroused in the process. Feel it travel further and further, to your abdominal area, to your chest, finally arriving at your neck."

"But the wave doesn't stop here either. Feel it slowly covering your face, causing each and every worry to wash away, leaving you in a deep state of relaxation. Succumb to this feeling, David. It's so easy to just... give in. Until you drop," she instructs while snapping her finger.

"Yes, David. Every time I say the word 'drop', and snap my fingers, you will be reminded of this feeling of deep relaxation, and you will drop deeper and deeper in a trance for me. Feeling more and more relaxed, not caring at all about the world," she installed a trigger word.

"Drop, David. Drop further and further. Drop for me. Drop for yourself. Drop because it's just so easy to drop," she continued snapping her fingers.

"Now, David. It looks like you have a problem, which affects you greatly. You don't know how to take a compliment. You just reject them, depriving yourself from the warm and pleasurable sensations they bring," she diagnosed.

"Let's fix that. Every time I call you a good boy, you will feel the warm and fuzzy feeling of being greatly appreciated by someone else, making you even slightly aroused in the process. Because you just can't help but be a good boy, isn't it right, David?" she teased.

David felt a tingling sensation in his body. He felt waves of pleasure washing through his body, concentrating in his most intimate parts. Making him more and more aroused every time he's called a good boy by Emily.

"Now, now, David, such a good boy," she continued teasing. "Succumbing to me, dropping so deep in the trance for me, letting your subconscious mind take over, while your conscious mind relaxes."

"And every time you receive a compliment, David," she instructed. "Every time you receive a compliment, this is how you will feel. Relaxed. Blissful. Warm. Even slightly aroused, especially when someone calls you a good boy."

It looked as if a small wet spot was forming in David's pants from the arousal he was experiencing.

"And you will feel more and more aroused. Feel the arousal building up, David. It looks as if you were to receive many compliments in a short span of time, you could easily bring yourself over the edge and orgasm, letting your body experience the ultimate bliss. That even an unassuming head pat could bring you over the edge. Imagine that, David, for me," Emily told David.

David was leaking down there. His body seemingly unable to contain the amount of pleasure he was experiencing, but not letting it overtake the body just yet.

Next, Emily proceeded to end the session by slowly bringing David up, reinforcing the triggers she installed along the way back up.

"And... one. Wide awake and aware," she ended the trance. "How are you feeling, David?"

"I-uhm, fine, I-I guess?" David replied nervously, trying to conceal the erection he had, which he noticed just after waking up from trance.

David recollected himself, and both of them stood up. They went to the door that led to the room they were in to end the visit.

"I'm really glad you liked it, David," Emily cheered.

"Y-yeah," David replied, turning his gaze away.

"You were such a good boy for me," she grinned, and extended her hand to slowly stroke David's hair.

Unexpectedly for David, he suddenly felt a great amount of pleasure concentrated between his legs. He stumbled back, leaning his back on the wall, letting a soft moan through his trembling lips. Finally, the feeling subsided, leaving him trying hard to catch a breath, and feeling that a wet mess was formed in his pants. Feeling that he just had an orgasm.

"Till the next time, David," Emily winked while leaving the room, leaving David alone to recollect himself.

The end.