Dr Nick Jekyll was in the therapy business and it was good. He was well known for some very successful hypnosis treatments and was running a very successful business. He was good looking and tall, confident and commanding at six foot one with green eyes and dark short hair. He ran the business out of a luxurious penthouse office in the centre of town. Well decorated and organised with all the latest things he could need. To everyone else he was a model citizen who helped people through some of the darkest times and problems. What no one else knew however was that he was the epitome of the Jekyll and Hyde story.
It had fascinated him through childhood that his last name was the same as that character from the book and he had been curious about the dark side. That was what led him into psychology and eventually into hypnotherapy when he realised the possibilities. Years of secret experimentation with an ex-girlfriend had given him precisely the right combination of drugs and hypnosis commands to control anyone in whatever way he wanted.
He sat back in his chair and reviewed the days schedule. He had three patients scheduled in for today. These patients were the special ones he had been working on for the last month. They had attended the four weekly sessions - this was their fifth session today where it would all come to fruition. Patient L was due first. He reviewed her notes - there had been a lot to work with - attachment issues first and foremost. He had dealt with those fairly quickly.
Over the four sessions he had slowly worked in an attachment to him, a need to impress him and whilst making her feel better about herself he had adjusted her drugs and prepared her for today. He heard the intercom buzz and his secretary let him know she was here. He stood and walked over to the door, opening it and letting her in. He smiled and thanked his secretary (his corrupted ex-girlfriend) and took Ls hand leading her inside. He went through the usual chitchat - finding hard to hide his arousal and excitement. She had turned up well prepared for him today.
He sat her on the large couch and admired her for a minute... She had come in a black corset and skirt with stockings (he loved stockings), a small pair of black heels added a bit of height to her five foot but not much which was fine as he liked petite. He began the therapy, hypnotising her in a matter of minutes until she wall completely under his control. This was the fun part.
"L... you are now completely under my physical control. In a moment you will wake from your trance and mentally you will be back to your normal self, you will even be able to speak but you will obey every physical command I give you. You will be totally unable to resist me physically and every instruction I will give you will be obeyed. At the command of 'Mr Hyde Is Done' you will fall back into your trance. Wake up L..."
Her eyes snapped open and stared round in shock. This wasn't like the usual end to her sessions where she woke up feeling better. Nick watched her eyes widen in shock as she realised that she was paralysed.
"Dr Jekyll what's going on? Why can't I move?"
The panic was evident in her voice and Nick loved it.
"You can't move because for the next two hours of our session you are my little fucktoy to play with..."
She looked at him uncomprehending.
"Take off your corset slut... Show me those gorgeous tits..."
Her hands reached of their own volition to remove the corset. Slowly undoing it then letting it drop to the floor next to the sofa. Nick reached out to pinch her nipples hard - twisting them painfully making her scream.
