Therapist: Memory Maker - Part 3
I stood beside Gabrielle's desk watching her as her eyes closed and she sat back in her chair. I walked over to the front door of the office, set the sign to indicate we were closed for the day and locked the door. The cleaning crew wouldn't be in for several hours yet, so we wouldn't be disturbed.
She had listened in on my sessions with Jake and Emmanuelle Foster as I brought them under and gave them memories that would influence their lives. I really was trying to help them, at least that's what I told myself. And I knew that I could... and that I could be a direct part of their healing.
But first, I had to deal with Gabrielle. The last thing I wanted were ethics or legal issues.
Gabrielle's eyes were closed, her body completely relaxed. I hadn't instilled the full, sexual induction mantra on her yet, thinking that wouldn't be professional on my employee. Now, though...
"You're very relaxed," I said to her. "Your eyes are so, so heavy. You're so sleepy. You're so relaxed. When I count down from three you'll fall into an even deeper... deeper sleep. Three, two, one, deeper Gabrielle. Are you deeply asleep, Gabrielle?"
"Yes... deeply..."
"It feels good to be so deeply asleep, doesn't it?" I asked her. "It's so relaxing. Like you don't have a worry in the world."
"Yes, so relaxing..."
"I'd like to show you how to go even deeper, Gabrielle," I said. "Would you like that?"
"Deeper?"
"Yes... much deeper... and much more rewarding to you. Much more... pleasurable... for you."
"Ok."
"You like the outfit you're wearing, don't you?" I asked. She was wearing a nice, white button-up blouse, and a skirt. It was very office appropriate, but also sexy in the right light.
"Yes... I like it..."
I walked around her desk and stood behind her chair, putting my hands on her shoulders.
"Do you feel my hands on your shoulders, Gabrielle?"
"Yes."
"They're comforting to you," I said. "Comforting hands... relaxing hands... My hands will help you go deeper. Then you'll learn what to do."
"Learn..." she whispered.
"I think what you like about your outfits the most, Gabrielle, is your ability to touch yourself and no one would be the wiser," I said. "You like that you can be a little dirty... and no one knows. Your blouse is so thin and your bra is so thin, you can just reach up and pinch your nipple and no one would see. Isn't that right?"
"Pinch...?" she asked.
I moved my hands, slowly, down from her shoulders and moved my fingertips to her nipples, slowly and softly pinching and pulling them through her blouse and bra. I could feel her shiver. "You like that feeling, don't you?" I asked her. "You like it when your nipples are teased and made so hard and swollen, especially when the waiting room is so full and no one even knows. You like to be a dirty exhibitionist in the office."
"Exhibitionist...?" she whispered, squirming a little as I continued to play with her breasts.
"Yes. I makes you so very wet," I said. "Can you feel it, Gabrielle? Can you feel how wet your pussy is getting just by your nipples being hard like this?"
"Yes," she said, squirming a little in her chair below me.
"But you know it's so much better when you do it yourself. Bring your hands up, Gabrielle, and play with your nipples." She slowly slid her hands up her sides and abdomen and put them on her breasts. Her hands cupped her breasts as her fingers played with her nipples, pinching and pulling them as she loved. She let out a little gasp of pleasure.
"Good girl, Gabrielle. The next time I bring you into a trance, I want you to tease your nipples like this and go deeper, get more and more relaxed. And as you do that, I want you to repeat this mantra. 'I am a mindless sex object who loves to cum for her master.' Say it Gabrielle as you play with your nipples. And as you say it, go deeper and deeper into your relaxing trance."
Her hands pinched and pulled at her nipples as best she could and started the mantra. "I am a mindless sex object who loves to cum for her master. I am a mindless sex object who loves to cum for her master. I am a mindless sex object who loves to cum for her master."
"When you get to your fullest state of relaxation, you can repeat the mantra to yourself as you continue to tease your nipples," I said as I moved around and knelt in front of her chair. I was eye-level with her and loved watching her tease herself. She'd even slid one hand between the buttons of her blouse and inside her bra.
It didn't take long for her to stop the mantra and just begin to repeat it very quietly.
"Good girl, Gabrielle," I praised her. "Do you feel deeply relaxed?"
"Yes," she said, sounding like she was almost panting a little.
I put my hands on her legs, one on each knee. "Gabrielle, do you feel my hands on your knees?"
"Yes," she said, shivering a little.
"Feel them," I said. "You enjoy feeling hands stroking your thighs, moving closer and closer to your pussy, don't you?" I slowly moved them up her thighs, parting them a little and pushing her skirt up. She was wearing pantyhose and I loved the feel, but this was not for me. This was for her. As I reached the top, my fingers slid against her pussy as I toyed with it through her hose and panties. "Does that feel good?"
"Yes," she said, definitely panting now.
"I want you to use one hand on your pussy and one hand on your breast now, Gabrielle," I said. "I want you to touch yourself as you enjoy the hands on your body. I want you to masturbate for me. You can just slide your hand up your skirt and touch your clit, and no one sitting in the waiting area would be the wiser."
She moved her hand down and slid it against her pussy along with mine. She moaned softly.
"Recite your mantra, Gabrielle," I said as I removed my hands. "Recite it as you touch yourself and make yourself go deeper and deeper as you feel the pleasure grow and grow."
"I am a mindless sex object who loves to cum for her master," she said as she obviously made herself more and more excited.
"That's right, Gabrielle," I said. "You love to cum for me, but you can't. Not until I tell you. You must be deeper... deeper..."
"I am a mindless sex object who loves to cum for her master. I am a mindless sex object who loves to cum for her master," she said again and again, going deeper and deeper into her trance.
I stood as I watched her and moved around her desk again. Her legs were lewdly spread, her skirt pushed up as her fingers slid inside her panties to play directly with her clit. Her other hand was inside her blouse and bra, playing with her breast.
"I am a mindless sex object who loves to cum for her master. I am a mindless sex object who loves to cum for her master," she repeated for another minute before finally growing quiet.
"Are you deeply relaxed, Gabrielle?"
"Yes doctor," she said softly. A little spittle ran down the side of her mouth, but she was too occupied to care.
"You know I am working very hard to save the Foster's marriage, don't you?" I asked her.
"Yes," she whispered,
"How are your own sessions going with Doctor Tracy Garland?" I asked. Tracy was my younger sister and was also a hypnotherapist. We had shared techniques in the past, as well as referring clients... some clients prefer or need a female therapist's viewpoint. I'd sent Gabrielle to her a while ago. It wouldn't have been ethical for her to be a patient of mine, since she was my employee. What turned out to be interesting to me is that my sister seemed to have a thing for her. I encouraged a little... play time... but didn't want to use hypnosis on her. So, that was going to be my job, now. And I was sure she'd be happy with the improvements I was about to make.
"They're going well," she whispered.
"Do you like your office visits with her?" I asked.
"Yes."
"When do you see her again?"
"Tomorrow afternoon," Gabrielle said softly again. Tomorrow was my day off and the office was closed.
"Gabrielle, as a therapist and doctor, I have some questions I need to ask you," I said. "And it's very important that you answer them truthfully and completely, to the best of your ability. You know it's very important. Can you do that?"
"Yes, doctor," she mumbled.
"Have you been listening in on my conversations with my patients?" I asked.
She paused a moment. I knew she didn't want to answer, she did something very wrong that she would never admit to otherwise. But she felt compelled to do so now. "Yes," she said softly. She seemed a bit agitated as if she were in trouble.
"Relax, Gabrielle. Just relax. As long as you answer truthfully and completely there is nothing to fear. You can relax even more and feel even more pleasure if you're truthful with every answer." That relaxed her quickly and her body shivered with renewed pleasure. Her fingers were doing their work well keeping her on the edge of an orgasm. One minute she seemed determined to cum, but then the next, she backed off only to continue the cycle again and again.
"The sessions you heard had things in them that were very unexpected, didn't they?" I asked. "They bothered you in a way."
"Yes," she whispered.
"You know it's wrong to listen in, don't you?" I asked. "And you know that people who do wrong things are bad, don't you?"
"Yes," she said, hesitantly, sounding scared again, but then quickly relaxing into her mantra and physical stimulation.
"I know you're not a bad person, though, so I want you to remember that you didn't really listen in to the sessions," I said. "That wouldn't be something you do. You're not bad. You only imagined it. You played out a fantasy in your head, a fantasy of something that sexually excites you."
"A... fantasy?" she asked in a whisper.
"Yes, it was just a fantasy," I said. "Each time, you sat at your computer and simply imagined what was going on behind the closed door. You imagined I was using hypnosis to sexually control my patients. Because that fantasy excites you... doesn't it? Don't you find hypnotic control sexually exciting? Don't you find that when you fantasize, you imagine watching people getting hypnotically controlled and sexually used. You fantasize about that while you play with yourself. You fantasize about that and it makes you orgasm."
"Yes... orgasm..." she moaned softly, her fingers taking her to the edge once again before she pulled back at the last moment, leaving her panting and shaking.
"Yes... you enjoy your orgasms," I said softly. "They're so strong and wonderful and make you feel so good. You enjoy thinking and doing whatever it takes to have that next orgasm. And that made you fantasize about these therapy sessions. You enjoy cumming so much that you enjoy letting someone else make it happen whenever they want... whether you're ready for it or not. You enjoy cumming so much you fantasize about other people being forced to cum through hypnotic suggestion. You enjoy cumming so much you fantasize about being forced to cum yourself... over and over... with just a word."
"Forced to cum..." she whimpered. "Yes..."
"Do you remember the first time you were forced to cum?" I asked. "Remember when you were at home, barely in college, depressed because you just broke up with another boyfriend? You were so tired of boys... every one of them just seemed to treat you badly."
"Tired of boys..." she whispered.
"Remember that your friend came over to help cheer you up?" I continued. "Your friend that was a few years older than you... a college senior... so blonde... such a beautiful woman. You enjoyed her company so much. She seemed to have everything together and figured out." As I described the fake memory, Gabrielle played it out in her mind, filling in the details, making it very real to her.
>> "Oh honey, you look so sad," she said as I met her at the
>> door. I could imagine that I looked horrible. I'd been
>> crying most of the day now.
>>
>> "I am sad," I said as I plopped down on the couch. She
>> slid in right next to me.
>>
>> "Oh... I'm sorry," she said with so much compassion,
>> touching my arm. "I got your text. You ok?"
>>
>> Her hand felt so good, so reassuring. It gave me
>> goosebumps for some reason. "No, I fell for it again," I
>> said, disgusted with myself. "I'm so stupid."
"She didn't like boys," I said. "And she wasn't shy about telling you that. She wasn't shy about telling you that she was a lesbian, that she liked girls instead. You didn't really understand what that meant... not really. All you knew was that she was important to you. She was a great friend to you. And if she didn't like boys, then maybe there was a good reason not to."
>> "Hey!" she said, trying to interrupt my wrong thinking.
>> "Look at me. You're not stupid. They're stupid. Men and
>> boys are stupid."
>>
>> "I know," I said, looking down. "I just feel like I just
>> give and give and all they do is take."
>>
>> "I know. I know," she said, holding my hand in both of
>> hers. Her hands were so warm and her skin so soft. "You
>> are such a giver. It's just at one point, you give too
>> much of yourself, and that's not good."
>>
>> "I don't know what it is. I just keep falling for the
>> same trick over and over again," I said, looking at her.
>>
>> "Well... you're my best friend... and... I brought you
>> some goodies," she said, smiling at me. Suddenly things
>> were looking brighter because she was smiling. "Some
>> things I know you're gonna love."
>>
>> "Oh my God you did not!" I said as she reached inside of
>> the large bag she brought. She pulled out a small, square
>> box that smelled so good. "Pizza!"
>>
>> "Yep... extra pepperoni and extra cheese," she said
>> opening the box and giving me a first look at the
>> yumminess inside.
