Therapist: Memory Maker - Part 1
"Anything new since our last session, Jake?" I asked as I took a seat. Jake and his wife Emmanuelle were patients of mine. I'd been a marriage counselor specializing in hypnotherapy for the past twenty years. Jake and Emmanuelle had been patients for the past three months, seeing me every other week or so. We started with them seeing me together as a couple, but as the sessions progressed, it became clear that they had problems so deep they couldn't open up in front of each other.
So for the past four session, I'd been seeing them in separate sessions, sometimes on the same day, sometimes different days. And in each of these sessions, I worked with them on their deeper issues, putting them under with hypnosis. And, while I was helping them in a way, something inside me made me do... more.
"I just... I keep having the same dream, Doctor Garland," Jake said, looking so lost. "It's really affecting me. It makes it hard to sleep."
"What dream is that?" I asked.
"I... I don't know if I can even say," Jake said.
"Let's start with where you think it came from?" I asked, taking a few notes. "Why do you think you're having this particular dream?" It seemed ironic that I knew exactly where the dream came from. It came from a fake memory that I implanted in his head over the past few sessions. I smiled inwardly, feeling a sense of reward for my hard work.
"I... I think it all came from something that happened to me when I was young... just after high school," he said.
"Ok," I said softly, "What happened then?"
Jake was lying back on the couch and I was in a nearby chair, a pad of paper in my lap on which I was taking notes.
"I... I was at some kind of party," he said nervously. "I don't remember if it was a frat party or if one of my friends' older sister had it... I just remember it was a party. And... and I remember I was in a room... a bedroom... alone with these two gorgeous girls. They were older... maybe juniors or seniors in college or something. And they were so good looking, way out of my league. I felt happy just to be in the same room as them."
"I can imagine," I said.
"They were wearing t-shirts and shorts... you know... a summer party. And, they had drinks." He stopped for a second, thinking about what else was going on, as if his brain had to process it more than simply recall it. "They were kneeling on the bed beside each other, kind of looking at me. They had just made me take my shorts and underwear off. I thought I was the luckiest guy alive... but I was so wrong."
"Jake, trance," I commanded and Jake instantly fell into a deep trance-like state.
"I am a mindless sex object who loves to cum for his master," Jake said softly as he slowly unfastened his pants. He kept repeating the mantra again and again as he released his cock and started masturbating. Every time he repeated it, he seemed farther and farther away as he went deeper and deeper into his subconscious.
When he finally grew quiet, I knew he was deeper into his mind than he'd ever been before. He was ready to be... influenced. In my previous sessions I was able to embed a few post-hypnotic suggestions into both Jake and Emmanuelle, implanting some commands to control them during our little sessions. The trance command made Jake slip deep into a hypnotic state, a state where his mind was open to my suggestions. "Remember this memory, Jake. Play it back in your mind again and again as we go through it... as we create it. Do you understand?"
"Yes," he said, his speech a little slurred as his eyes closed. "Remember this memory."
"This memory will always be in the back of your mind, influencing you," I said softly. "Influencing your decisions and choices... your actions."
"Influencing me," he mumbled softly.
"You remember those two very attractive girls watching you from the bed," I said. "They were so hot. You couldn't believe they invited you back to that room. You thought you were going to get lucky with them... with both of them. And that made you very excited... sexually excited. When you got into the room, though, they made you take off your pants and kneel on the floor, didn't they? They made you push your pants down to your knees."
"Yes... they did. I remember."
"And they laughed at you... because you had a hardon that was so very small."
Jake played the scene in his head, visualizing everything I said as if it had really happened when he was younger. Every image I painted was stored in his head like a movie... a memory from a long time ago that he remembered to this very day.
>> "Wait... what are you doing right now?" the blonde asked.
>> "Do you have a fucking hardon right now?"
>>
>> "Oh my God!" said her brunette friend.
"How did they make you feel, Jake?" I asked. "How did it make you feel to be so humiliated like that?"
"I... I was mortified! It was so embarrassing to be called out like that."
"You thought you had an average dick size, didn't you?"
"Yes," Jake said softly, almost too embarrassed to answer.
"But, your cock is very small, isn't it?" I asked. "And those girls were very disappointed at what you had to offer them."
>> "Is that your dick?" the brunette said, pointing at my...
>> my crotch.
>>
>> "Is that what that is?" the blonde said and they both
>> giggled.
"They actually laughed at you, didn't they?" I asked. "They completely humiliated you by laughing at you."
>> The brunette laughed loudly. "Oh my God! I almost
>> couldn't see it, it's so fucking small," she said.
>>
>> "It's literally like this big," said the blonde,
>> holding her fingers out to measure something tiny.
>> "It's microscopic." She laughed along with her friend.
>> They were enjoying making fun of me. I felt so small,
>> so insignificant.
"But even though they laughed at you, you got more and more aroused by their humiliation," I said. "Your cock grew as hard as it could and you couldn't stop stroking it. In fact, you stroked faster the more they humiliated you."
>> I felt... excited. I was aroused and my cock was indeed
>> hard. I'd never compared my cock to anyone else. I
>> thought I was normal.
>>
>> "What the fuck?" the brunette said. "Have you ever seen
>> a cock that tiny? I don't think I have."
>>
>> "I don't think I have either," giggled the blonde. "This
>> is a first for me."
>>
>> Her giggling made her friend giggle, too. They were
>> staring at my crotch... giggling.
>>
>> "And you jerk it?" the blonde asked.
>>
>> "It looks like you're scratching an itch or something,"
>> the brunette said, miming how I looked by fake scratching
>> between her own legs. "What the fuck?"
"They told you what they wanted, didn't they?" I asked. "They told you they liked big cocks. They told you that they'd only fuck guys with big dicks. And you didn't measure up. You'd never measure up."
>> "You like jerking that little cock off to us, don't you?"
>> the blonde said, looking into my eyes again, with
>> contempt. "You could never fuck us, though."
>>
>> "Huh uh... no, we like big dicks," said the brunette,
>> shaking her head slowly.
>>
>> "Yeah, big, superior, alpha cocks," the blonde said,
>> smiling down at me.
>>
>> "God, I just love giant dicks," the brunette said and the
>> two nodded.
>>
>> "With that little beta cock, no girl will ever fuck you,"
>> the blonde practically spat.
>>
>> The brunette giggled. "It's fucking pathetic. I mean, I
>> guess you can jerk off to us. But that's the closest
>> you're ever going to get."
"I... they said I could never fuck them," Jake said, sounding sad. "They said I was way too small. They said they only fuck big dicked guys... alpha guys. They said girls don't fuck small-dicked guys."
"How did that make you feel?" I asked.
"I felt... even more humiliated," he said. "I wanted girls to like me. I didn't know what to do."
"But they gave you something, didn't they?" I asked. "They gave you a little gift at least. They showed you a little of their hot bodies."
>> "Should we make that tiny little cock even harder?" the
>> blonde asked her friend.
>>
>> "Yeah, I think we should." The brunette seemed excited
>> that her idea would ridicule and embarrass me even more.
>> That was what they seemed to delight in. They could have
>> sent me from the room, but they didn't. No... they kept
>> me there to torment me.
>>
>> "Lets get our titties out," the blonde said, grabbing her
>> breasts in her hands. "I bet that would make that
>> microdick fucking throb."
"But even that led to more humiliation, didn't it?" I asked. "They really wanted to humiliate you even as they excited you showing you their naked, firm breasts."
>> "I wonder if he's even seen titties before," the brunette
>> said, looking at her friend.
>>
>> "Have you?" the blonde asked. "Have you ever even seen
>> tits?"
>>
>> "Have you even touched a tittie?" the brunette continued
>> the onslaught. "Oh my God!" she said, bringing her hand
>> to her mouth in shock. "Is he a virgin?"
>>
>> They both gasped and then nodded to each other. Then
>> they looked at me, giggling once again.
"They knew you were a virgin, didn't they?" I asked. "Wow... that must have made things even worse."
"It was... I felt so small," Jake said, almost crying.
>> "Oh my God, a fucking virgin loser with a microdick!"
>> the blonde said, ridiculing me further.
>>
>> "You know," the brunette said looking at me, "that's
>> honestly pathetic and you know you're never going to
>> get laid."
>>
>> They laughed again, pointing at my crotch. I felt like
>> I was a foot tall and wish I could just disappear. But
>> they kept going, teasing me with their bodies.
>>
>> "Should we show him our titties and see what happens?"
>> the blonde asked the brunette.
>>
>> "Yeah, might as well," the brunette nodded. "I kind of
>> feel bad for him."
>>
>> "Well, shit!" the blonde said excitedly, grabbing the
>> bottom of her t-shirt. "This is like charity or
>> something. Let's show you our tits!"
"I bet their tits were incredible... so firm and tight, with big, suckable nipples. It was the first time you'd seen any live," I said. "And they were so far away."
>> And just like that, both of the girls whipped off their
>> t-shirts and sat there topless. Their breasts were a
