Vikki
The seconds ticked by as I sat on the low couch, waiting for... something. What was I waiting for? I knew it was important, I could remember that much. I was sure that if I stayed put, I would be told what it was.
"Good afternoon, Ms. Michaels. How are you feeling today?" A low, smooth voice asked me.
I looked up to see a handsome man walking into the room, his confident stride bringing him to the seat across from me.
"Um... I'm good. Why am I here?" I asked. "I can't seem to remember."
"That's quite alright, Ms. Michaels. In fact, that's why you're here. My name is Dr. Philips, I'm a hypnotherapist that specializes in improving memory, this will be your third session with me. Does any of that sound familiar?" His eyes radiated kindness and sympathy.
I smiled wide, "Yes! That's it! Thank you, I knew it was important."
"You're welcome. Now, are you ready to get started?"
I nodded. "Yes."
"Good girl. Sit back and relax, close your eyes and listen to the sound of my voice, gold umbrella."
His voice flowed like honey, but with those final words, I felt myself melt into the cushions.
"That's it, deep into trance every time I say gold umbrella. Your thoughts are drifting away, every session taking you deeper. So good to forget why you came, just like I told you last time. Following my suggestions and letting your memory get worse, but believing it's always been this bad. How many thoughts are left in your head, Vikki?"
"Thoughts... gone... empty."
"Perfect. Nothing left in that pretty little head of yours, leaving you ready to accept anything I say. No matter what I tell you, you will rationalize it as irrefutable truth."
"Yes... truth."
"Good girl. You like it when I call you a good girl. Every time you hear those words, you'll feel a little more aroused. Won't you, my good girl?"
"Yesss." I answered, my nipples puckering as my body started to yearn for touch.
"That's right. You realize that your memory problems won't get better. You need help with managing your life."
"Help."
"Good girl. When our session is over, you're going to ask for my help. No matter what solution I give you, you'll accept it like a good girl."
I was starting to get so hot that my panties were getting damp. "Yes, please."
"That's my good girl. You're going to always want and obey me. You know I'm the only person who understands you. I'm the only one who can take care of your needs."
"Obey... please, I need."
"I know, good girl. You need a lot. But you know only I can satisfy you."
"Satisfy, only you." I was practically dripping, I needed him, and only him.
"Good girl. You need to cum now, don't you good girl. That's okay, when I say so, you're going to cum. You're going to show me how good it feels and know deep down that only I can make you feel that way. You can't ever reach orgasm without my say, good girl.
"So needy now, good girl. Cum for me!"
I gasped as my body bowed, pleasure flooding my senses. Pleasure only he could give me. It rocked me in waves until I finally collapsed, boneless, back into the sofa.
"That feels better, doesn't it? Now I'm going to wake you up, you won't remember anything, but you'll obey and know my words as truth. On the count of three, you'll be fully aware and believe that I've tried my best to help you.
"One... two... three, open your eyes. Are you back with me, Ms. Michaels?"
I blinked my eyes open, the good doctor looking at me with concern. "Yes, thank you, Dr. Philips. I feel very relaxed."
"That's good." He said soothingly. "I'm sorry, Ms. Michaels. There seems to be nothing more I can do to help you professionally."
I smiled at him. "That's okay. I know you've tried your best. Is there anything else you could do to help, though?" I asked.
"There might be one thing, but it would be highly unusual. I wouldn't be able to have you as a patient any longer." He told me. "It would be very personal and you would have to sign waivers to absolve me of professional responsibility."