This was written by request of a reader. This story turned out longer than I had thought so I split it into parts, I don't know how many at this time, two or three probably. I am open to story requests, I have included criteria in my profile as there are stories that I have no interest in writing or confidence in writing.
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"Now Robert I know that something has been troubling you, please what is it?" Miss Pierce, that is what she always insisted upon being called, attempted to make eye contact with Robert her client. Robert, an eighteen year old with short dark hair and medium brown skin, refused to make eye contact his bangs drooping in to his eyes, his hair otherwise short. This was nothing new Robert was a shy young man who was in therapy because his shyness was making his life difficult and he was also suffering mild depression.
"I can't talk to girls, I have 'game'." Robert was sullen as he said this, eyes downcast. Miss Pierce nodded her understanding, it was difficult merely to get him to speak to
her
. Miss Pierce understood that his inability to speak to the opposite sex was troubling, but the relative ease with which he spoke this told her that there was something more, something deeper that he would not speak about. Miss Pierce considered very carefully how to proceed, Robert was scared to talk to girls, but he couldn't say why. Often anxiety is produced by negative thoughts that come automatically and the treatment is to teach them to stop these thoughts and replace them with something positive. However he simply felt fear without any particular thoughts. The other option was to help him face his fears until they could be managed. This should have been easy as she was a woman, just the sort that he would be afraid of, but his fears continued unabated. Miss Pierce inhaled deeply as she reached a decision.
"Robert, we have been working for weeks and I don't feel that you are getting any better. So I have reluctantly decided that we have reached a critical stage in your treatment. We have, as I see it, two choices either I transfer you to another therapist" at this point Robert tensed "or I can try one last treatment, but I hesitate to do so." Robert still failed to make eye contact as he became noticeably more animated as he spoke excitedly and rapidly.
"Please Miss Pierce let's try it, don't abandon me." Miss Pierce looked into his wide eyes seeing panic even as they were still looking down. She nodded trying to keep her breathing even.
"All right Robert the other option is hypnosis, I can hypnotize you, perhaps this will provide answers that can help you. However I need you to agree as at best this may help you relax and at worst this may harm you. Do I have your consent to proceed?" Robert hesitated only a moment before nodding vigorously and she smiled, trying to be reassuring.
"All right relax and listen to my voice, it doesn't matter if you catch what I say, just the sound." Robert relaxed deeper into his chair as she began to speak softly in an even tone in a voice that was practiced to penetrate deeply.
"You are descending deeper...deeper...deeper. When your eyes feel heavier let them close. Feel yourself going deeper and deeper." Soon she stopped using words as these were less important than the sound he heard. After several minutes she stopped as his breathing was shallower as if asleep. Miss Pierce felt a thrill as always when she hypnotized someone, truthfully she was addicted to it. She would have liked to hypnotize all of her clients, but she did not for two reasons, first they would need a good reason or she might be reported and the other was that she did not wish to make it routine and thus diminish the thrill. Admittedly some were more tempting than others, Robert not so much as she wouldn't need to hypnotize him. Miss Pierce knew he was a submissive and had she told him to he would probably have undressed, ready to do her bidding. Miss Pierce returned her attention to Robert, much as she enjoyed it, she had a job to do.
"Robert can you hear me?"
"Yes, Miss Pierce." Although experience told her what the response would be, this ritual was necessary, but she didn't know exactly why. "Robert, remember that you are safe with me, there is no need for fear. Now, you have been telling me for months that you "have no game" when it comes to women. However there is something else that you hold back, something more serious. Remember this is a safe place you will tell me what troubles you and I will help you." Even under hypnosis Robert was reluctant to respond, but experience told her that patience was required as no one could refuse her, especially while under hypnosis. Soon her patience was rewarded as he spoke in a clear but hesitant voice.
"I have fantasies...about my..." He trailed off as he was truly afraid of continuing.
"It's alright Robert, I will help you without judgment." Again he was hesitant despite the hypnosis and Miss Pierce was now more interested to hear what fantasy would be so extreme that he would be so reluctant.
Perhaps it's a gay fantasy with his best friend.
The thought made her wet, two men together was quite the turn on.
"I fantasize about my mom and sister." Miss Pierce was astonished, she had heard a few incest fantasies from those she had hypnotized, but none so deep that they fought this hard keep it secret. Her experience told her that most fantasies were shallow and thus easily admitted to, however deeper fantasies were more serious. The more protected the more integral to the personality.
"How long have you had these fantasies?" Now that she had broken through he was noticeably less reluctant, but still hesitant.