Unethical
I never could have believed I would have gone this far. I mean, it wasn't that I didn't enjoy what I'd done, but I think it might be construed as wrong. But, is helping a dear friend out of a bad relationship really wrong? Is helping her live a happier life really wrong, even if I benefit from it?
Well, let me start from the beginning. It all started so innocently. You see, I work as a receptionist in a psychiatrists office. My friend, Tricia, is very unhappy after a string of bad boyfriends and failed jobs and I recommended her to the doctor in order to help work through her problems. She had started doing drugs and drinking heavily, abusing it really, all provided by her boyfriend, so that she could avoid her life. I know this because I'm her confidant, and I've been talking her through these problems for the past three months. I'm sick to death for her and I really want her to get better. But something in her won't let her let go. I was hoping that the doctor would let her see what was happening and help her let go so she could move on.
Now, I've been impressed with my boss and his successes and I've begun to do some studying on my own to see how he does it. And I guess I went a little far, but I found out that by pressing a button on my phone, I enable the microphone in his phone, so I can listen in on the sessions. I don't do anything other than listen in, but found out that much of his success came from hypnosis. He puts his patients under and helps them recognize their problem, see their own solution, and then work towards it. He's helped lots of people quit smoking, be better at school or work, and helps with relationship issues.
Well, I then went and got a bunch of books on hypnosis to find out how it works and see if I could pick it up. It ended up being a little more complicated than I had originally thought. I never thought I'd be able to get through the inductions themselves, but one day I found the solution.
While I was listening to a particularly interesting first session (the woman was sexually passive and wanted to be more aggressive), the doctor ended the session by placing a trigger into her mind to help her go into a deeper trance the next time. He used the phrase "Mary sixteen level four." That stuck in my mind as something familiar. During another session, at the beginning, he used the same sort of phrase on the patient to put them under. It was slightly different with this patient; "Doug sixteen level four." A nice pattern... easy for him to remember and very difficult for someone else to use on them.
Tricia was scheduled to come in the following week and I listened in to more sessions up to that point. I greeted her when she came in, making her feel at ease and really trying to tell her that it was going to be ok. The doctor was going to help her get rid of that asshole and help her get her life back together again.
Tricia called me up at about 8:00pm two days after her session. It was Friday night. I asked her how it was going and I could tell that she had been crying. She said that Brad was still out and didn't tell her where he was going. She put on a brave front and didn't cry while talking to me. I was so mad that she was still repressing her feelings for the SOB. So... I used the control. I only wanted to help her realize that she was lying to me and, more importantly, to herself.
"Tricia..." I paused. I didn't know if I really wanted to go through with this or not. My conscience was gnawing at me.
"What?" she answered. "I'm sorry to lay this all on you..."
"Tricia sixteen level four," I said quickly, before I changed my mind. There. I put her in the trance using the control words. I wasn't even sure it would work, but within moments she was going under, counting as she had been instructed by the doctor.
"five... six... eight... eleven...... fifteen," she said with a sleepy voice. I knew that she was going deeper and deeper into her trance with every level she passed. When she reached fifteen she was as deep as she had ever been.
I sat for a moment, wondering what the hell I was going to do. I knew in the back of my mind that this wasn't right, but I really was doing it for the right reasons. After I thought about it for a moment, I decided to help her assert herself. I told her that from now on she was going to be completely honest with me. She would trust me and tell me everything she was feeling. She would also be more observant of her own behavior, noting the irregularities so that she could determine for herself where she was going wrong in her life. I also told her that she would be more assertive in asking for what she wanted.
It took only a few minutes to blurt all that out, and I never even thought about any consequences. I then brought her out of her trance. Then it hit her. She started crying, telling me about the pain she was going through, not knowing if she could even be loved any more. It was crushing me. But I listened patiently, and let her vent. I knew she had to get it off her chest.
Over the next few weeks, Tricia had been going to the doctor once a week and she was getting better. We were also getting a lot closer. She was telling me a lot about what she was going through and it made me dislike it even more. Within three months, she and her current boyfriend separated. When she told him, he stormed out of the house with just his clothes and she hasn't seen him since. Her demeanor changed a lot. She became a lot brighter in her outlook and she dressed more beautifully. This was really a good move for her and I was glad to have helped her through it. Of course some of that was due to me and her trance. I was able to make her see herself as sexy, as desirable. I even told her that she'd feel a small thrill when someone complimented her on her looks. The doctor backed down on her assertiveness a bunch until she was more back to normal. I guess she was a little too forward and he felt it would escalate. She seemed more... submissive lately, I guess.
Anyway, once things were going well, she decided to stop going to the psychiatrist and just used me as a way to vent. She told me she felt very free and very safe about telling me things. I hadn't had to put her into her trance again, which made me and my conscience happy. I wasn't too deep into Tricia's mind yet, but unfortunately I was getting more involved. She called me up at about 11:00pm the next Saturday, crying. It seems she missed her boyfriend and was thinking of contacting him. I was so mad at her. I told her that there was no way she was going back to him. She agreed that he was really bad for her, but she needed someone around, someone to give her comfort. Also, she was embarrassed to share this, but the sex was incredible; especially the make-up sex. She said he made her feel loved, even though she knew it wasn't really love. He might be mean to her, but he certainly knew how to make her feel good, too.
I could only shake my head in disgust. I couldn't believe that she'd been away from the guy for only four months now and she missed him because of the sex. I don't know what came over me, but I used the trigger phrase again. I put her under and told her that I would be the one to give her comfort. I would be the one to show her that she was loved. Also, to give her the sexual outlet, I told her she would be able to pleasure herself as much as he pleased her from now on. She was to go and buy a vibrator and whenever she felt the need, she was to masturbate with it. I told her that each time would be better than the last and all would be better than Brad had ever given her. To make sure she didn't think of Brad while she did it, I told her she would find her most erotic fantasy without Brad in it and use that from now on. Brad would no longer be an object of sexual release for her. I made sure that fantasy would be where she'd go when she felt the need to feel loved. I didn't realize how much that would come back to haunt me.
Two days passed and when she called me again. She was out of breath and, concerned, I asked her what was going on. Because of my triggers, she told me that she had gone out and bought a vibrator. She was so embarrassed to tell me this, but couldn't help herself. Out of the blue, she tried it the other night when she was missing sex with Brad and boom! She kept telling me how fantastic it was. It was better than anything she had ever gotten before. She was now masturbating several times a day! And she had this recurring fantasy that was so damn hot... she couldn't get it out of her mind... and then when it popped up she was too horny not to masturbate.
Even as she was telling me this, she told me she was sliding it up and down her slit getting ready for another session. I couldn't believe she was telling me this. It was so personal... so... dirty. I also couldn't believe how incredibly turned on I was getting listening to her. I could hear her breathing heavier, and could imagine her laying on her back with the phone to her ear, all the while this long, black, vibrating dildo ready to plunge into her cunt.
I told her that I was glad she was feeling better. I didn't tell her how much she was turning me on, but she probably figured that out. She seemed to not have any inhibitions when talking to me any longer, because she immediately started telling me how her body felt, how her clit was tingling as the dildo passed by it, how her pussy was so wet and ready once again.
She went on describing how she felt as I let my fingers dance over my cock. She had me so turned on that I really got into it. I was masturbating furiously as she let the dildo pound into her cunt. I tried to hold it in, but she was moaning loudly. Within a half hour we had both cum a few times, each time she talked me through exactly what she was doing. It was so erotic to be a part of her masturbation session. I had never done that before. And this was just phone sex!
