"It's just I feel I don't have the strength of will to resist," Mistress Suzzie continued. "I can hold out for a while but the longer I do so, the worse it gets when I do finally give in."
He smiled. She was beginning to respond much better now. He gazed admiringly at her relaxed form as it lay in increasing comfort on the firm couch. Her once tightly bobbed blond hair flowed freely over the arm cushion. Her eyes once sceptical, challenging, fierce even, were now lightly shut in a look of relaxed acceptance. As she finished speaking her jaw muscles slipped slightly leaving her sharp and sensual lips pursed lightly open. In time with her slow, tranquil breathing; her chest could be seen rising and falling suggestively under her buttoned blouse.
"Yes. Very good, Suzzie. And it is nothing to be ashamed about; lacking the strength of will to resist. Some things are just too deep to fight. I know you are strong."
Of that he had no doubt. She had initially met him as a Queen would an entreating supplicant. She had regarded him coolly, even harshly, when he had first arrived for their appointment. She looked, sounded and acted magnificently; rather like a golden lioness encountering a curious yet unproven new creature which had somehow arrived on the fringes of her territory. He could see why so many men adored her, worshipped her, craved submission to her.
But they'd had the memory of their first meeting and it had helped him gain a certain measure of her trust and initial respect. Patiently, he had listened to her comments and answered her questions before gradually taking more of the initiative and coaxed her into a more relaxed state as he'd shown her that his way of helping her quit smoking really was worth a try. He'd helped her relax, to focus on her body and her breathing, on the comfort of the couch and on the sound of his voice as she had gradually, imperceptibly sunk deeper and deeper into relaxation as her body slowly began to feel heavier and heavier and her keen, sharp mind began to feel blanker and blanker till the only thing she seemed aware of was her breathing and the sound of his voice. And when his voice suggested that her eyelids were getting heavier and heavier and that she was feeling sleepier and sleepier it just seemed the most natural thing in the world to follow his commands and sink deeper and deeper.
He savoured the sight of the tranced tigress as he continued.
"To resist your addiction you must feel strong. Tell me, Suzzie, when do you feel strong?"
"I am a strong woman," she instantaneously and obediently responded to his question.
"I feel strong and in control managing my business, interacting with the people I know...and...and in the bedroom."
"In the bedroom, Suzzie?"
"Yes, I am a dominant woman. I enjoy controlling others. It makes me feel strong, powerful and...excited."
"Yes, Suzzie. I have no doubt you are strong and powerful. And from now on whenever you consider, or are offered, a cigarette; I want you to feel that strength and power coursing through you giving you the will to resist and say no. That strength being redirected to where it is needed most."
"Yes, I am strong and powerful; I will resist," Suzzie replied obediently as his voice filled her mind.
"And since excitement can accompany your strength and empowerment; you will be rewarded with a feeling of the most pleasurable build up and arousal every time you show the strength necessary to resist a cigarette."
"Mm. Yes." Suzzie purred sensually.
"Yes, Suzzie. This pleasure that you begin to feel seeping into your senses now, you will feel it course through your entire body each time you show the strength necessary to resist a cigarette."
"Oh..." Suzzie groaned as she found her body responding to his suggestions.
"Very good, Suzzie. You are doing so well. In fact, and as an extra reward, why don't you begin to feel this build up of pleasure and arousal each time you feel strong and powerful, and not only those times when you show the strength necessary to resist a cigarette?"
"Oh, yes...yes."
Suzzie's hips and buttocks began to shift on the couch.
