OK gang, here's the rough draft of the complete, absurdly long, story. PDF attached. And of course, I'll pos the edited actual final when it's done. (17,000 words)
I Can Help You If You Let Me
A Smuthunter Story
“So what brings you to my office Mr. Anders?”
Joseph Anders sat forward on the leather couch with his elbows on his knees. He felt more than a little anxious being there, not because he was against mental health, or even against the somewhat woo woo idea of hypnotherapy, but because of how he’d gotten there. After his breakup with his fiancé, one of his buddies recommended this woman to him, but it felt more like being set up on a blind date than any kind of actual professional; referral.
“Well, my friend Kyle mentioned that you’d helped him a lot and… well, he also said he told you about me, so, I don’t know, I mean, I don’t know what he told you, but I was engaged, now I’m not, and now things just haven’t been going all that great for me.”
Joseph, who usually went by his last name as a holdover from his younger days, even though he was only barely 30 and wasn’t even close to being old, kind of wished this had been a blind date and not a professional meeting. This woman, Ms. Kumi Sato, would have been enough to make any man forget about an ex.
She had deep, dark brown eyes, soft facial features including high, round cheeks, a narrow nose, and a radiant smile that came naturally to her. Her, long straight hair was also a soft, vibrant, light brown, and matched her warm, softly dark complexion. She wore her hair down her back, and tucked behind her ears that had multiple piercings in both lobes, and in the cartilage of her left her.
Her modest makeup accentuated her eyes, and her smile, and her white mock-turtleneck and gray blazer minimized what Anders, as anyone would have, saw to be a truly tremendous pair of breasts. They were huge, they were porn star tits on her small frame, and there was something more than a little risqué about her long, leather skirt that he’d seen when she greeted him. The skirt also matched her black, pointed toe, leather boots.
There was something forceful about her, some energy that was beyond confidence, some kind of dominance that radiated off of her, one that was enhanced by her congenial, friendly, and warm presentation and likely, nature. Her smile was too warm, and there was something else intangible about her, just like her aura of dominance, that made her seem genuinely warm and welcoming. Maybe it was professional training, but whatever it was, it was intensely disarming and welcoming.
Ms. Kumi Sato seemed like she could control any room she walked into, and that especially true of her own office.
“I’m always happy when clients refer new customers to me since I believe so strongly in my work, but I know how intoxicating, for lack of a better word, the feeling of doing this work can be for some people, I do not charge for first sessions from referrals. It’s not like I’m a movie or a show a friend recommends, after all. And I don’t want anyone to think there’s anything dishonest going on, especially given how some people tend to think about hypnosis and how it works.”
She smiled, and her frankness and the modesty of her office also made her more welcoming, and compelling. The couch was nice, and there was a recliner in the room as well, plus her desk and a few file cabinets and some art on the walls he didn’t really register. Her place was in an office park at the end of a section next to a vacant unit, and even through the blinds were closed it still got some natural light.
“Kyle became a sort of true believer after a few sessions with me, and I say that because for some people hypnosis really does unlock a part of themselves they haven’t been in touch with, or don’t have a strong relationship with. It’s invigorating for those people, but their experiences can set unrealistic expectations for both results, and for emotional impact, so what I try and lead with is this, I can help you if you let me. And ultimately letting me help you, is you giving yourself permission to be helped, and to engage with what I do. So, you might even say it’s a question of helping me help you.”
As she said the line from an almost thirty year old movie, she smiled and made the frantic arm gestures to go along with the “help me help you” quote, and they both had a little laugh.
“I know it’s silly, but that is one way to think about hypnosis. It is a mode of abdicating authority to the hypnotist, which allows the power of suggestions to facilitate and program the subconscious mind, with those suggestions being things that the patient, we aren’t supposed to say subject anymore but I do prefer subject for my own reasons, already wants on some level. So in that mode hypnosis simply allows and reinforces a core desire. The other mode, and this can be helpful to understand too, because you may find yourself agreeing with one more than the other, is that the power of suggestion is strong and deeply affecting, and that your agreement to participate in trance allows and engages external force and authority through suggestion to make change.”
She folded her hands on her desk and he noticed her natural black painted fingernails, “In short, some people think suggestion is a structure, and others think suggestion is a force. The structure lets you mediate your conversation with your self, and the force moves that conversation in a direct and meaningful way. Either way, it’s two ways of talking about the same thing. And I know it’s interesting to think about which one may feel more applicable to you, but the subconscious mind, the part of the self that is bot governed by conscious or analytical, critical thought is the part of you that reacts to this, not what you may be thinking, or not thinking sounds more like you, or, in this moment, maybe not like you at all.”
She didn’t have any rings or bracelets on her hands or wrists, and reached out to brush at a small gold hoop earing before she continued. “I want you to understand the tools and processes we can use, so I can help you if you let me, and you can only make an informed choice about letting me help you it you understand on a conscious level what we are doing, because the conscious mind can get in the way of the subconscious mind’s ability to be open, after all the conscious mind is the critical filter that processes everything you see, or hear, and even what you think about what you think about the things you think about, so hypnosis, regardless of the mode you think might be most affecting, is most effective in helping the conscious mind detach and…”
She clapped her hands together over her head like a genie granting a wish and shouted, “Sleep.”
Anders had fallen into the complicated and circular logic of her explanation, caught up in both her authority and her disarming charm, but the more she talked and the more some of her phrases seemed to fall back on themselves and start over, the more overloaded his brain was becoming from the information that he could mostly follow.
Then, as she paused mid sentence, he felt a his own brain pause, and the sudden, loud clap and her raised voice, combined with the actual word she said, made his brain wholly short out. Anders felt his eyes close, and his body slump forward even more.
Kumi’s voice was softer as she started to speak again, but no less warm, and no less confident, “Mr. Anders, I want you to take a nice deep breath in, and as you breathe out I want you to open your eyes, open your eyes and look deep into my eyes. And as you do, I want you to notice how easy it is to be open and honest with me. By going into trance just now you’ve shown me you are receptive to my help, and you can show yourself you are receptive to me by noticing how easy it can be to follow the suggestion that it just feels natural and good to be open and honest. When you agree with this suggestion, you will take that deep breath and open your eyes in 3, 2, 1.”
While she spoke, as his eyes were shut and his thoughts felt distant, the words he heard started to fit together into an organized line of reasoning, like a puzzle taking shape, but one of the pieces didn’t seem to fit. He took a deep breath, and as she said “one” Anders opened his eyes.
“Pretty neat, huh?” She smiled wide at him, ‘How do you feel?”
“That was really surprising, but… which one is it?”
Kumi’s smile changed and the left corner of her mouth went up in curious interest, “Which what?”
Anders felt a calming heaviness in the front of his mind, and a soft, abstract distance away from all of himself, like he was only at ninety percent. “You said I can, and then I will, and you said when I agree, but then you also said it would happen when you counted, so it’s not really a choice right? You were making me think it was my idea and you just, you just hypnotized me out of the blue without saying it was going to happen or…”
“Yes, and if you didn’t want it to happen you wouldn’t have gone into trance,” her brown eyes were soft and welcoming, and even though they were deep and dark, they were bright and sparkling. “Well, that’s not entirely true, some things happen in a kind of statistically assumption that makes it essentially uniform, but when it doesn’t ‘work’, the subject, see it’s automatic for me to think in terms of subject and hypnotist, not hypnotist and patient, well, the subject or patient, closes their eyes for a second, but then they bounce back wide awake instantly and reflexively, because the human mind is very good at protecting itself and its own interests. So, for you to go under and then stay under for as log as you did, even as short as it was, that was an act of willing compliance on your part.”
It was funny, as she spoke this time her voice was clear and smooth, and she gestured with her hands, but Anders found himself staring directly into her eyes and only her eyes, even as her hands seemed to move around more and more at his periphery. He realized that she’d told him to look into her eyes too, and when he realized that was what was happening, that he’d started to do what she’d said, he felt himself slowly blinking, as her hand motions were making his focused eyes heavier and heavier.
“The suggestion I gave you, to be open and honest with me, a suggestion that most people feel is already an implied and inherent suggestion when going to any kind of mental health professional like myself, is really just an affirmation, which ties back to what I was saying earlier about the modes of effect that hypnosis has. And now, knowing that you can be hypnotized, and are willing to be hypnotized, and that you can accept my suggestions, and have accepted the suggestions I gave you, and knowing that I suggested that you look deep into my eyes, knowing that we both know that that’s the sort of thing a hypnotist says when they are hypnotizing you into a deep sleep, and knowing that as your eyelids are getting heavier and heavier as you stare deeper and deeper into my hypnotizing eyes, which we both know are very hypnotic, and what’s your favorite color?”
She’d started talking with her hands moving them along as she explained things, but the longer she talked, the more her hands started to take on a patterned waving motion moving back and forth in front of her eyes until one hand dropped, and the other hand kept waving until she asked him what his favorite color was.
He listened to her talking, explaining, following the logic again as he stayed staring into her eyes even as his own eyelids were getting heavier, and it was harder and harder to focus as her hand kept moving, but when she asked him his favorite color his brain paused and then had to some to life to answer it, but before he could say green she snapped her fingers in front of his face and said “Sleep” very forcefully again.
He felt himself sag forward again, his eyes closed down, his chin dropping and his shoulder slumping. And again she started to speak with the same warm and confident tone he’d used the last time he closed his eyes, and it felt like her voice was wrapping around him and washing over him.
“You’re doing so well, and you’re taking to this so naturally. I know that my approach of showing you, or demonstrating hypnosis through this tricks is unorthodox, but as a practiced and experienced hypnotist I’ve learned that this approach is the most effective. Now, if you want me to help you, I want you to tell me what your favorite color is. And if you want to wake up from trance now, or at any point in the future, just say the words out loud I want to wake up, remembering that you are still feeling open and honest, completely open and honest now, so open and so honest that the truth just happens on its own, without having to consciously think or decide. Now, what’s your choice?”
“I want to wake up.” The words came to him before he could get the word green out. He’d thought of green. He’d wanted to say green. He was ready to say it and to go on with whatever she had in mind, but when he opened his eyes he was glad he’d said what he’d said.
She’d taken off her blazer in the short time his eyes were closed and she’d walked around to the front of her desk. Her white mock-turtleneck was sleeveless and while her learn, well defined arms were a nice sight, they couldn’t compete with how her top fit her body, and how much more pronounced it made her huge breasts.
“You’re out of trance now, but you may still be feeling the lingering effects of the suggestions I gave you, so tell me why you wanted to wake up.” Her voice was so smooth, and strong, and so demanding, plus she’d confirmed something he’d wondered as well about the suggestions she’d given him.
“I want you to hypnotize me again.” That had been a surprise, and it had come out of some part of himself he couldn’t have guessed at, while being an answer that felt very true.
“Oh,” it made Kumi smile at him and even laugh a little, “I was going to do that anyway, but that’s good to know. But now I really want to know what your favorite color is. So, stand up, move over to the chair, and we’ll see about hypnotizing you again.”
Anders stood up, moving with a surprising sort of compulsory ease, and as he stood and walked over to the recliner that Kumi had also walked over to, he noticed again that he was a head taller than her, even with her boots on.
He sat down, and she smiled, “Pull the foot rest up and lean back just enough so you can still stare straight ahead when I stand here. And what’s your favorite color?”
As he leaned back, ‘straight ahead’ turned into ‘eye level with her chest, and to take his mind off her breasts he finally answered her question, “I think it’s a tie between green and gold.”
He looked up as he answered, self conscious about his line of sight, and she nodded. “Hmmm… I think, green…” she bit her lower lip and squinted, “No, based on what you said, gold. You’d like the gold option more.”
She smiled as she said that, and her eye slit up, then she walked over to her desk, opened a drawer and started rooting around, “Perfect, here we go, I never get to use this with clients, for obvious reasons.”
She closed the drawer and walked back over to stand in front of him with something clasped in her hands. “If a client says black, I start this portion by having them close their eyes. If they say white, I have them picture a cloud, and if they say a few other colors I have pendulums with colored stones. They’re meditation pieces, but this…”
She held up her hand and dropped a gold pocket watch dangling from a chain. “No one ever says gold. I have a silver one too. But I use this visual element, either as eye fixation,” the pocket watch started to swing back and forth just above his eye level, and just above her breasts, “or for guided meditation. Favorite colors ground people and relax them. Now, just watch the watch as it swings back and forth.”
Anders’s chin tilted up ever so slightly, “Just let your chin drop back down, that’s it, and follow the watch back and forth with your eyes. Focus on the gold of the watch, and follow it with your eyes, watching it swinging back and forth at this tempo, just following it as it swings.”
The watch was swinging just above his eye line, and based on how he was reclining, right in front of her very pronounced breasts.
“Yes, you are being hypnotized again, and yes, it is by a pocket watching swinging back and forth, making your eyes heavier and heavier with every gentle swing. Let your eyes just follow the watch and fall into the pattern. There’s no need to anticipate where the watch is going, you see its path, just like this process…”
He blinked as he followed the watch swinging in front of her breasts, breasts that stood out against her sleeveless, white top, a top that was much tighter than he realized. Staring in the direction of her breasts, seeing them as an immense backdrop to the watch, the watch he was following automatically now, following the strong, leading power of her voice, her instructive, deliberate, softly domineering voice, the urge to stop following the watch and just stare at her massive chest was making his eyes even more tired.
“We both know I know exactly what I’m doing, and we both know I can hypnotize you quickly and easily, just like you can be hypnotized quickly and easily, and want to be hypnotized again by me. So just keep watching the watch swinging back and forth, and as your eyes get heavier and heavier, just focus more and more on the soft golden shine of the pocket watch. So soft, and calming, so soft and welcoming as you notice how warm it is. Soft and warm, warm and sleepy, sleepy and soft, just like your eyes.”
Anders was blinking more, his eyes were fluttering and the pocket watch looked so warm, and the golden shine of it was so easy on his eyes, and so familiar and welcoming. Gold had always felt like a warm color to him, and he started to notice how much warmer and heavier his whole boy was becoming as he watched the soft, golden watch leading his eyes back and forth in front of her…
“That’s it, just feeling your eyelids getting heavier and heavier, soft and warm, warm and sleepy, sleepy and soft.” The watch was swinging slower now, slower and slower in front of her huge… “Soft and warm, warm and sleepy, sleepy and soft, as everything slows down. Slow, deep breaths, slow, quiet, fading thoughts as you just watch the watch.”
The pocket watch barely had an arc to its swing, and I was just dangling there, like his eyes were barely staying open.
“Soft and warm, warm and sleepy, sleepy and soft, your eyelids are starting to close, and you know when they close you will sink into a deeply hypnotized trance, and you want to be hypnotized, you enjoy being hypnotized, so just keep you eyes open just as long as you can. Just stare at the warm golden watch, just focus on holding on to the warm golden light as it spreads through you from head to toe with every swing. Soft and warm, warm and sleepy, sleepy and soft, just try and keep your heavy eyes open until they just…”
The pocket watch stopped swinging right on front of her breasts, and then it started to twirl at the end of the chain, and as it started to twist and spin, Kumi snapped her fingers and said, “SLEEP!”
The word hit him between the eyes, loud, and strong, and forceful, more forceful and so much louder than the softness, and the progressively quieter and quieter, smoother and softer words. It was jarring, but instead of waking him up, it shocked his eyes closed and he started to fall down into the blackness behind his eyes.
“Soft and warm, warm and sleepy, sleepy and soft, feeling the warm golden light of my voice washing over you. Feeling my words relaxing you more, filling you more with soft, warm, golden light, helping you to be as open and honest with me as you need to be for the help you want.”
Her voice was still strong and forceful, still dominating with its focus, but it was smooth again and gently strong again. “Soft and warm, warm and sleepy, sleepy and soft, eyes closed and mind quiet, sinking down and down, deeper into hypnotized trance, feeling your conscious mind drifting into passive acceptance, opening your subconscious mind up to the sound of my voice, and accepting my words, knowing that I can help you if you let me, and the more you let go and sink now, the more I can give you the help you have come for… the help that you want.”
Anders felt himself sinking into the chair as she spoke, feeling waves of golden light washing over him and filling him up with a deep sense of quiet and calm. “And when you feel yourself opening up, letting the conscious voice inside your mind find the deep peace and quiet of deep trance, when you can be open and honest with how easy it is to listen, and to feel, and to just open yourself up to my voice, my words, and my help, I want you to open your eyes for me in agreement, and focus on the soft, warm, welcoming golden pocket watch again, finding yourself naturally drawn to your favorite color, and naturally drawing my voice deeper inside your mind as you do.”
Anders opened his eyes and saw the pocket watch dangling right where it was before, slowly swinging back and forth in front of her breasts again.
“Soft and warm, warm and sleepy, sleepy and soft, letting yourself watch the watch again, feeling your eyes being led back and forth and back and forth, comfortable and familiar now, easy now, so easy to follow my watch and my words now. We both know I know exactly what I’m doing, and the more you trust that, the more you agree, and the more you agree, the easier it is for me to help you, and if you are ready to let me truly help you now, just keep watching the watch, opening your eyes to keep watching it swing every time they close.”
He sat there, quiet, feeling strangely passive, and strangely comfortable staring at the watch, following its soft golden color, and also staring at her massive breasts in her tight, flattering top.
“Coping with the end of a relationship is hard Joseph, it’s very hard, and it can feel like there’s nothing you can do about it, except for just moving on. We end up in circular thinking, trapping ourselves in a pattern of thought that just wears the grooves of our thoughts deeper into our minds. But just by being here you are starting to do something.”
Her words were so powerful, so confident and understanding, and ever since she started waving her pocket watch in front of her breasts, starting this latest journey into hypnotic trance, everything had been that much more powerful and affecting. Now Anders felt passive, completely passive and receptive to everything she was saying, feeling himself led by her words just like the pocket watch kept leading his eyes, the soft, sleepy, warm sound of her voice filling the back of his mind, just like her huge, soft, warm, sleepy breasts filled the background behind the golden pocket watch.
“We are going to install a replacement thought, a substitution to help you break the pattern of your circular thinking. Whenever you think about your ex, I want you to think about what we are doing right now. Whenever you think about your ex, I want you to find yourself thinking about the fact you are being hypnotized and working towards changing your thoughts and feelings in a meaningful way.”
The watch kept swinging back and forth in front of her breasts, and his eyes kept fluttering. “I want you to think about this moment instead of thinking about your ex. I want you to let yourself substitute the work you’re doing, coming here, choosing to use hypnosis, choosing to let me help you, instead of getting lost in those old thought patterns about your ex.”
Soft, warm, sleepy breasts filled his eyes behind the watch, “Just focus on this moment, focus on what is happening here. This is helping you, I am helping you because you are letting me. And you want to think about this instead of thinking about her. These words are taking hold in your subconscious mind, and you are agreeing to let my voice guide this part of you, helping you as you let the watch lead you, changing your mind, substituting proactive thoughts of this moment for dwelling on her.”
The pocket watch was slowing, “Soft and warm, warm and sleepy, sleepy and soft golden light washing over…”
Anders’s mind, his conscious mind, let g of whatever sense of place he had, whatever awareness or need to stay aware of himself was still there…
“You did wonderfully today, you are a strong and powerful subject, and you have a strong and powerful will to be happy, to change the parts of yourself you want to change, and the will to be helped on a deep and powerful level.”
Kumi was standing beside him, her blazer back on, his world slowly coming into focus as he sat up in the recliner and lowered the footrest. He felt like he could get up and go, but as he started to rock forward in the chair to stand, he felt his energy and his awareness start to sag.
“Take our time Jo… I’m sorry, you said you prefer Anders, take your time and just breathe. My assistant Lucinda can get you a water in just a moment, Since you may be feeling an emotional high right now, you might feel like you want to book you next session, but we ask you to wait a day to decompress and process, because it would be unethical, and that’s not even factoring in your suggestible state.”
“When did I tell you I prefer Anders?”
He really couldn’t remember.
Kumi gave him a knowing smile, and seeing her smile made him want to make her smile, “You went very deep, and while we were working on a cycle of implanting substitution suggestions, you told me you preferred Anders over Joseph. It was the only thing you said. Even when I asked you questions to confirm how you were feeling about what we were doing, you made non-articulate affirmations. So for you to be that deep and to correct me on your name, that’s very important to you.”
Anders looked at his watch and was amazed that he really didn’t know where most of the last hour had gone, and that finally go him up on his feet. Not out of panic or confusion, but just out of wonder.
Lucinda, her assistant, was a mousey blonde about his age, pretty but plain, or if not plain, then lacking any real effort to present herself, “Thirsty?”
She offered him a bottle of water, and her bright blue eyes sparkled at him through her large tortoise shell glasses. Her hair was up, in a loose, messy bun, and he saw a pen stuck in it. “I know Ms. Sato always wants clients to wait a day or longer to make an appointment, but between us, it’s much easier to get in to see her, if you tell me now and I can secretly get you on the books. And I don’t want to make assumptions, but I’ve seen all of her clients, and I can always tell who really had a good experience, and I can see in your eyes that this was very good for you, and that you really appreciate how skilled Ms. Sato is.”
Anders had the bottle of water in his hand, and was staring into Lucinda’s pretty blue eyes, magnified by her glasses, listening to her sweet voice, “Everyone agrees, Kumi Sato is an amazing hypnotist, and that’s why you want to see her again.”
He nodded, Lucinda was right, “Kumi Sato is an amazing hypnotist, and I do want to see her again.”
“I can put you down for…” she looked on her computer, “You can come back in three days, or ten days. Ten days is so long to wait though, isn’t it?”
Of course Kumi wouldn’t use her position, and the suggestibility and influence she had having just hypnotized him to lead him into coming back for another session, but her assistant was just her assistant, and being helpful. “Sure, yeah, three days would be better than ten.”
‘Wonderful,” she typed something and looked up at him, meeting his gaze, her blue eyes looking deep into his, “you’re on the books, see you on Friday, same time. That works for you.”
He didn’t realize she hadn’t asked him if it did or not.
“I’m happy to see you back so soon,” Kumi smiled at Anders as he walked into the office. She was out front standing by the desk and Lucinda was nowhere in sight. Today she was wearing a peach hued cream colored silk blouse tucked into high waisted white slacks that were themselves tucked into black boots, and it reminded him of a horse racing jockey. She had her hair up in a braid that wrapped around her head, and was wearing small, gold, wire framed glasses that sat down n her nose. “I’ll take you back if you’re ready, we can start early.”
The blouse looked tailored, he guessed, because it fit her so perfectly, and given how much he’d found himself thinking about her tits over the last few days, he couldn’t imagine something right off the shelf fitting her that well. He hadn’t even seen a hint of cleavage, just the beautiful golden pocket watch swinging back and forth in front of his eyes, guiding his thoughts to internalize her suggestions, reminding him that he was doing good work to change his life and be happy. Every time he’d reflexively thought about his ex, the watch started swinging, and as it did her breasts filled the background of his mind’s eye.
He’d make a point to not stare, to not think about them, to…
“I hope you didn’t feel pressured by Lucinda to book so soon. She’s one of those converts I told you about last time, a true believer like your friend Kyle. And that’s good for me, because she should have the same view and direction for my business that I have, but…”
The walked into her office as she spoke, and as she closed the door behind them, he cut her off, “Oh it was fine. I figure you’re the expert, and she’s, I guess, at least informed, and… and I don’t know if it was a good time but…”
It was her time to cut him off, this time with a small, polite laugh, “It’s complicated, because hypnosis can be very enjoyable for some people. Not everyone has the same kind of powerful, or pleasurable reaction, but trance can be euphoric, or at least novel and compelling to some subjects. Why don’t you sit back, relax, and tell me how you felt last time, and how the last few days have been.”
“Last time was,” Anders found himself laughing, “okay it was a lot of fun. The way you kind of tricked me, or showed me how hypnosis worked, and what you were doing, it was, I mean I was out of it at the time right, but you knew that. So When I thought about it, when I thought about how you were showing me how you could help me, and how you could do things, it was fun, like, and I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, like you were a stage magician sort of.”
He watched her smile and nod in agreement, “Hypnosis is a nebulous concept for a lot of people. It exists as a simple, practical, therapeutic tool, but it’s also a silly entertainment device, and it can be part of spiritual practices too, since it’s a means of reaching a trance state, and trance is powerful. So,” he watched her pick up the golden pocket watch from her desk and walk back over to the recliner, “it’s more effective to show than to tell. And a little bit of, I call it hypnotic bullying, is more convincing than any kind of regular or rational conversation about hypnosis can be. Tell me more about how it felt, and about how you felt the last few day.”
She had the pocket watch in her hand, chain and face, and t his surprise he’d automatically reclined when he’d sat down, so now his gaze was level with her chest again, but after he realized he was staring at her tits under the soft, shimmering fabric of her, he realized was surprisingly tight blouse, he look more pointedly up and into her eyes. She was looking down her nose at him, over her glasses, and her deep, dark brown eyes, which seemed deeper and darker from her subtle but effective eye makeup, welcomed him home like an old friend.
“During the session I just felt sort of, pulled in? Every time you started to hypnotize me, I just felt this gravity towards you, and my mind and my body felt like they were just, I think, hooked? Like, right before you’d clap and tell me to sleep, or whatever you did, I felt like I was being drawn in, and then I’d sort of…”
“You’d go under.” She nodded as she said the words, her hands clasped together under her breasts. “You’d easily drop down into trance because you were being hypnotized by me. And I want you to think of those feelings more clearly now. Really focus on how you remember feeling with me in those moments after I would drop you, or put you under. Tell me what you thought as that happened.”
“I, um…” he paused, and he tried to capture the feeling of… ”It felt like I wasn’t really thinking. It was like the volume had been turned down, or that parts of me were just distant, or disconnected.”
“Good, let yourself thinking about that now, focus on those feelings, let yourself be comfortable with them in a meaningful and deliberate way. And tell me, over the last few days, how often did you also feel yourself feeling like that?’
Anders hadn’t thought he’d felt exactly that way the last few days, but with the memories fresh in his head, and the encouraging… commanding… gentle sound of Kumi’s voice… it was hard not to think of how he’d felt in the office wtahcing the watch swinging back and forth in front of her breasts, back and forth in his mind when his htoughts turned back to his ex, then back and forth to her pocket watch and the warm golden color, and back and forth to her soft, heavy breasts as the golden, calming…
“I uh…” he blinked and realized he’d closed his eyes, “sorry, I guess I kind of, maybe… I felt that whenever I followed that, was it a suggestion? To think about our session and doing the work instead of my ex?”
“That’s good,” her words were more of a purr than he’d expected, and the softness and warmth, and the authority of her voice washed over him. “Now,” her voice took on its more familiar, more measured tone, “how effective did you find my suggestion. Did you feel at any point over the last few days that you thought about our session without thinking of your ex first?”
There was something encouraging in her question, it wasn’t leading but it didn’t have to be. Of course he’d thought about the strange, new, interesting experience of going to a hypnotist. But had he thought about Kumi’s tits, because he’d thought about her tits under that mock turtleneck with the pocket watch swinging back and forth, it’s warm golden light washing over him. Had he thought automatically about their session instead of his ex? Was he substituting hypnosis in his mind before thoughts of his ex could fully manifest? Every time he thought about Kumi’s chest as the watch swung back and forth from…
He blinked again, coming back from being lost in thought, and she smiled at him, “Yeah, I guess I did. But…” he blinked again, he realized he was already sinking, already partially submerged into trance as easily as her asking him to remember. “but that doesn’t mean I…”
“There’s no way to know what you can’t know,” the pocket watch was dangling there hanging from her fingers, still clasped together under her breasts. “But no matter what we don’t know, what we know is that you responded well to the suggestions to substitute some thoughts and feelings for other ones.”
She raised the pocket watch back up to where it was before, and it started to swing in front of the soft fabric of her blouse, tight enough across her chest that the buttons were straining ever so slightly.
“And if you know as much as I know about hypnosis, than you can think about how maybe you might not know if sometimes you were responding to the suggestion to think about hypnosis instead of thinking other thoughts, or maybe you were just thinking about hypnosis, and thinking about the warm golden glow of my pocket watch replacing unwanted thoughts so easily that you started wanting to think about hypnosis.”
The watch swung and his eyelids, getting heavier and heavier with every swing, followed.
“And the more you thought about hypnosis, and the more you recognized that it was working, the more effective it became. And I’m sure you can imagine, and agree with me now that it was easy for your subconscious mind to automatically start substituting my suggestions for your thoughts as you started to have them, until we can both agree, you know that I know there’s no difference between when and why, only how it feels to feel my suggestions getting stronger, as you get stronger as a hypnotized subject.”
He watched the watched, and blinked, and his eyelids wanted to stay shut. They fluttered as the warm golden watch swung back and forth, so familiar, so welcoming, so nice to look at… her breasts. It was nice to stare, to watch, his eyes getting tired, following it swinging and trying to take it the sight of her chest. It had been easy, easier than he’d thought it would be to just think about her tits instead of his ex, and he realized, he accepted that he’d been doing that for the last few days and…
“And as you become more suggestible as you become a more accomplished subject, getting stronger and stronger at accepting my suggestions, you can agree that it’s easier to realize that maybe yes, my suggestions were more effective than you thought, and every time you thought about me… I should say, every time you thought about hypnosis and being hypnotized by me… doing the work with me… you were just substituting bad thoughts of your ex, with good thoughts of me. And you can nod your head if that sounds like something easier to think than trying to think of a distinction between thinking about me just before and thinking about me just after.”
His head nodded just a little, and it was just a little too much diverted energy and attention, because when his chin went down, his eyes stayed up on the watch, which seemed to move up just enough to force his eyes to roll up…
“Sleep!” The force of her one word drove through his skull, right between his eyes and turned the lights out.
“Good, very good Anders. You’re having very powerful recall, hypnotic associations, and are responding very well to my hypnotic suggestions, and substitutions. By inviting you to re-enter trance through recall and memory, I’ve used the last few days as retroactive practice to help get you this deep, this fast again. You are, right now, as deep and as open as you were in the later stages of our last session, and that is fantastic, because you are more open to the work, and more receptive to the help I can give you. And just like before, remembering how effective this verbal trap is, when you agree that you’re ready to let me help you even more, trusting me even more, let yourself come up just enough to open your eyes and be aware now.”
He sat there in the darkness behind his eyes, everything warm and foggy and slow, and slowly, softly, gently, his eyes opened, and he felt dreamy and disconnected from himself in the best of all possible ways. He felt the soft, familiar strength of her voice, the way her words guided him, like they held hands with his thoughts, and he noticed that the top-most button of her blouse was undone.
There was so much chest there under her top that the one button revealed more cleavage than he would have guessed, and he stared, strangely, quietly pacified as Kumi continued to command his enthralled and malleable mind.
“Now, more help and deeper change requires more trust between the two of us. I need to trust you Anders the same way you trust me. I need you to trust my help, and I need you to trust in my techniques, helping you to substitute and replace bad thoughts of her and toxic, circular thinking of your failed relationship, with positive thoughts of us and the work we’re doing together.”
The pocket watch was swinging again, and as she spoke his eyes followed it, blinking, heavily closing and opening, and he realized his eyes were too tired to watch the watch so they just focused on the tease of deep cleavage he saw, blinking as the watch swung in front of the V of skin.
“And every time you practice letting my suggestions take hold, remembering you are becoming more suggestible as you become a stronger subject, which is a suggestion itself that you are accepting so easily now, and every time, you are letting yourself trust in my techniques even more. And encouraging you to trust in my process is a suggestion, and I am using the power of suggestion to suggest you trust my suggestions more. And you can trust me because I’m telling you just what I’m doing, and you can trust me because you know that I use tricks, but I’m not tricking you. Trust in my tricks and let me trick you into trusting my suggestions, because that’s not a trick.”
At some point his eyes had closed long enough for another button to come undone, and he stared into the very prominent and welcoming valley of her very deep cleavage.
Every time the pocket watch swung across her breasts he blinked, and every time he blinked he disassociated a little bit more. “Show me that I can trust you to trust me now, just by trusting yourself to cooperate automatically, listening to your body, feeling your feelings, and just trust yourself to accept my suggestion.”
Kumi’s voice took on a confusing, almost nonsensical lilt as it seemed like she was just rambling, but as she talked at him about trusting trust, Anders felt his body starting to melt down into the recliner, giving up just before his brain did.
“Remember, I can only help you if you let me, and you know that I can help you if you let me, and you came to me to help you, so just trust yourself to trust me, and let yourself become more suggestible and more agreeable to my methods so I can help you even more that before.”
The pocket watch was still swinging, but barely now, and since it was passing in front of her cleavage much more regularly, he was blinking more rapidly, whole everything inside his head felt as soft as her blouse and as warm as her deep cleavage.
“And after I help you this time, you’ll feel better than before, and before will feel better after, and after you feel better about how much I helped you before, you’re feel better about being more suggestible than before, because before you didn’t understand how much better you feel after I help you every time, after I hypnotize you every time.”
The pocket watch came to a stop right between her breasts, and while it was only two buttons undone, the incredible sight of her cleavage was enough to make him realize he’d relaxed so much and had become so caught up in her voice that he’d just passively accepted how hard he’d become.
“Do you trust yourself Anders?”
“Yes.” He said the word easily as he watched the pocket watch twirling on the end of the chain one way, then the other.
“And do you trust yourself enough to trust my me and my methods, Anders?”
“I…” he thought he was drooling a little, but it wasn’t as embarrassing as his erection, if he was even capable of being more embarrassed by his response to staring at her tits, than by actually staring at her tits, which part of him knew he was doing, but that part of him was lost in her cleavage as much as the rest of him was lost in the sound of her voice, “…do.”
“Good, now stand up out of the chair, sit on the couch, in the middle of the couch, and close your eyes, okay?” Her command was couched easily in her questioning command that compelled his agreement. Her words were encouraging, undeniable in his state of enhanced and increased suggestibility, and lost in the growing, surreal, sexual energy of the moment.
“O-,” his body moved on its own with a pleasant, yet startling lack of his own control. He’d stood up, disassociated from his own body, and walked the few steps to the couch in the office, then plopped down, his erection sticking straight up in his pants, “kay.”
His eyes closed as Kumi’s voice slowly moved back into its more commanding and instructive tones, “Your ability to trust yourself to become more suggestible with the power of suggestion, means you’ve progressed as a subject more completely than we both thought, and instead of thinking, I am just observing you now, being relaxed and open, only focused on my voice, your subconscious mind open, your conscious mind deciding at every moment, at every test, to just trust me more and more, and trust in my help more and more instead of thinking, reacting, or critically responding to your feelings.”
He felt her sit down next to him, close to him, one hand on his shoulder, one hand on his forearm, her warmth, her closeness, and the gentle squeeze of her hands on him was reassuring.
“And that means you’re ready for more advanced techniques, which I have to say, is very impressive, and very encouraging. I was hoping you would be able to open yourself up to my more advanced techniques, and I’m so proud of you putting your trust in my suggestions, and my help. And I need you to continue trusting me, and helping me, so we can unlock the next levels of deep emotional burden and weight that we can substitute and replace for the feelings you want to feel with me, and for my work with you now.”
Those words came and went with her usual authority, but also dipped into a familiarity that was dizzying his already disassociated mind, before turning into the same purr he’d heard in her voice earlier. The flattery and the encouragement, and her warmth were pulling him down into the depths behind his closed eyes, and if she said more, he didn’t know if he remembered it.
At some point Kumi stood up, and when she did, he became aware of the absence of her touch, and found an awareness of her words and her voice again. “We have found a health way to break your circular thinking about your ex as it manifests, and you are realizing more and more that you can and do proactively replace thoughts of her with thoughts of me, and now we need to address a deeper level of memory and circular thinking.”
Anders felt hands on his belt, then his zipper, and the button of his pants, then he felt hands on his boxers, opening the flap so his erection stood out in the open air, only to be swallowed by warm, welcoming lips that started to bob slowly up and down his length.
“You are remembering, as I asked you to, the sensation and feeling of sexual pleasure from your ex. You told me that she gave great blowjobs, and right now you’re simply, and keenly remembering how they feel, because of the power of the human mind, and the power of hypnosis make these profound hallucinations and moments of recall possible.”
A twitch of cognitive awareness made him try to move, but as he tried to open his eyes to see what she said was happening in his head, and to move his hand to see if there was a woman’s head bobbing on him, resulted in a keen awareness that he couldn’t move. He couldn’t move, he couldn’t speak, he could barely open up his awareness to everything that was being said and done.
His world started to get smaller as he felt a tongue swirling around his cock, and yes that’s what she did. Yes, this was one of her classic, amazing BJs that he’d missed so much.
“Sexual pleasure, sexual connection, it anchors us to other people, it creates a meaningful bond that is as emotional as it is physical, and we natural treasure these bonds and connections. Sex is sex, and when sex is a part of love, we love sex, and we use sex to express love. It’s natural for you to remember the sex, and that means remembering love, but when we remember love and the good times, it can feel like quicksand.”
Feelings of familiarity and sadness, complex layers of emotion started washing over him in chaotic waves. Memories sparked, feelings came and went, and the blowjob he was hallucinating, remembering, feeling,
“Which is why we need to break the sexual memory loop, and substitute something just as powerful in our work to ground your desire to move forward from bad memories of her, to good thoughts of me… my work, and that’s why I want you to open your eyes and see me, and only me now.”
The maelstrom of inner complexity fell away as his eyes opened at her command, to stare directly at her chest, her blouse open by just one more button, but that was more than enough to show off a forest green bra with impressive lace cups. Multiple straps and buckles, and a single, small, green gem right between the base of the cups.
“That’s right, just focus on me, seeing only me, focusing on the gem, it’s your favorite color, so welcoming, so familiar, just like the golden pocket watch, it’s safe and warm, and you feel safe and warm losing yourself in the color now. Just lose yourself in the color, lose yourself in the gem, just let yourself submerge now, into the moment, into this feeling.”
She was so confident, so certain, and her words, the subtle, warm purr she slipped into, pulled him in. He stared at the pretty green gem, so green, so warm, so perfect, and felt the sound of her voice become her tits as his brain became that gem. He stared, blank, vacant, and moaned as another deeper layer of his inner self drained.
“Look at the beautiful green gem, it’s just for you, it’s just here for you to focus and fixate. It’s just here for you to let yourself associate the pleasure you’re remembering with this new memory of what it means to go forward and give yourself over to my help. Let yourself associate my work and your favorite color with the pleasure you’re feeling. Let yourself associate the color, the pleasure, and our work, let it replace your old memories, let it become what you think of when you…”
Her words lost their distinction and become nothing but the sound of her voice, the amazing sight of her breasts, and the gem. Everything became the soft, sparkling green of the gem, the shape of her huge tits, the color of her bra, and the sound of her voice became softer, and warmer as the pleasure built up and up.
He was staring at Kumi’s tits, and as the gem sparkled, he tried to remember, reflexively, remember his ex. But her face was a blur in his mind, and as he started to cum, as he started to gush in a long, steady, deep, orgasm, the spell was broken… just long enough for him to look down between his legs and see Lucinda’s bright blue eyes, vacant and empty starting up at him.
“Anders,” her voice was strong and commanding. It pulled him back to her, and he couldn’t make it to her face as she pushed her tits together, ‘Disappear like the gem. Disappear into me, into the moment, into the pleasure, and sleep.”
He didn’t have time or the mental capacity to process or make sense of what was happening, and as his eyes started to flutter, she started snapping and saying sleep louder and louder until the lights went out.
“How was your session?” Anders felt a wave of vertigo wash over him as he looked into Lucinda’s big bright blue eyes and blinked. The dizziness had come from a disorienting flush of arousal that had started deep in his balls and radiated out so fast that it actually made him light headed. But he might have still be a little woozy from the session. The session he didn’t…
“Would you like some water? You look like you need to sit down, here,” Lucinda walked out from behind the desk and put a hand on his elbow and one his shoulder, and walked him over to the set of chairs in he front office. “Sit down, I’ll be right back.”
She was wearing high waistd khaki slacks and a silk teal blouse, and as she walked away, Anders realized she had a wonderful figure herself. Long legs, a narrow waist, a swing in her hips, a high, bubble put accented by her heels, and long, silky, platinum blonde hair. She was gorgeous, and as she came back into the front carrying a bottle of water, he noticed her very noticeable tits for the first time. They were big, not huge, not like Ms. Sato’s, but they were big enough that anyone would call them big.
They were big, and her blouse was low enough where her soft skin, and deep cleavage were much more visible than he’d remembered. But he couldn’t really remember looking down at her chest earlier, but he also had a flash of a fantasy about what it would be like for this woman… this gorgeous…
Something scrambled in his brain. She’d seemed so mousey before, so plain, and so… so … bright blue eyes stared up from between his legs as soft, eager lips became huge breasts in a green bra, and a little emerald decoration hanging from the fabric between the cups and…
“Here you go,” she handed him the water, and then sat down next to him, gently resting her hand on his forearm. “Just relax. Take a deep breath, drink some water, and just relax.”
He took a long drink of water, and as he put the cap back on the bottle she said, ‘That’s right.”
He felt her fingers and her red painted nails brush down his forearm, “You can close your eyes now Ms. Anders. Close your eyes and just relax with me. Kumi Sato is an amazing hypnotist. She’s so skilled and people have such powerful experiences that sometimes they need a little more time to process than they realize. So just sit with me and relax. Just close your eyes, and focus on the sound of my voice now Mr. Anders. That’s right, just like that.”
The slow caress of her fingers down his arm was horribly inappropriate, but wonderfully soft, and the sound of her voice was so gentle and warm that it pulled him in. Her words felt so soft that it seemed like he was sinking into them, that they wrapped around him and pulled him into her, like quicksand.
“That’s right, just close your eyes and listen to the sound of my voice now. Kumi Sato is an amazing hypnotist, and you had a powerful, deeply powerful experience with her. She takes such good care of all of her patients, and you’re one of her patients so she takes such good care of you, doesn’t she?”
Before he could say anything or decide if it was a rhetorical question, Lucinda said “That’s right, she does.” She’d been reaching across her body to stroke his arm, and put her other arm around him and pulled him closer to her. “She takes such good care of you, and you feel so safe here with us. Everything that is happening is because you feel safe with her, and… with me. You’re safe with us, and everything that happens has been good for you. This is what you need, isn’t it?”
This time, before he could answer, she pulled his head down to her chest and his body just moved with her touch, like he was made out of the same softness as her voice. It was like her words were becoming his body, and as she gently pulled his head to her breast she also stroke the back of his head and said, “That’s right, you need to be here with us. You know Kumi Sato is an amazing hypnotist, and you like…”
He was floating in her warm embrace, close to her, lost in the delicate smoothness of her blouse, the warm softness of the skin of her breasts, and the inescapable quicksand of her voice… but she faltered…
“You like…” she started again, then stopped, and she finally spoke again, her voice was dreamy and empty, hollow, and fuzzy, like his mind had become.
“You like to see me because it means you get to see Kumi, and only she can give you the help you need. Only Kumi Sato understands what you need. I’m so happy working for her, and helping her to take care of all of her patients. I was lost before she helped me. Only Kumi Sato can give us what we need.”
They sat there as Lucinda stroked his head that was buried in her chest, her hand softly, mindlessly moving in time with her saying, “That’s right, Kumi Sato is an amazing hypnotist and only she can give you what you need.”
Anders took a drink from his water bottle in his car, and was excited to see Kumi again for another session on Monday.
“Mr. Anders,” Lucinda looked up at him from her computer and smiled. She had her glasses on and her hair was back up in a bun, but this time it was tight and contained, and her makeup was soft and flattering, bringing out her eyes, her lips, and the angular, classically beautiful contours of her face, but in a deceptively professional and faux modest way. “It looks like Ms. Sato is running a few minutes late. If you’d like, I can take you back to the office and you can wait for her there.”
She stood up and he saw that her cream colored silk blouse wasn’t just low cut, but that the first button was also undone, showing off respectably deep cleavage, and enough of her large, pushed up breasts to make him feel even more awkward than he’d been feeling the last few days.
The smooth, shimmering, pale peach of her blouse was offset by the deep black of her high waistd slacks, and she saw that she had a cold chain around her narrow waist. He also saw her brilliant, green emerald earrings as she stood in front of him with a bottle of water in her hand. “Here, for afterwards, since it seems like you always need one.”
There was something in the green of her earrings, and the gold of the chain, and her closeness, and her big, pushed up and together breasts, and the sound of her voice, which seemed to wrap around him and stick to him, and her blue eyes that looked deep into his…
As he reached out to take the bottle of water, she grabbed his wrist, pulled him close, and said, “Sleep” so forcefully that his brain skipped a beat. He fell into her arms, his face into her tits and as she pulled him in close, smothering him with her breasts and massaging the base of his skull, she started forcefully chanting, “That’s right, sleep. That’s right, sleep. That’s right…” things were fuzzy and warm and soft and his head was emptying out, and he barely heard her say “Sleep” the first time.
“Listen very closely, and very carefully to what I say. Kumi Sato is an amazing hypnotist who is so good at hypnosis that she can destroy our minds and take over our lives in the most amazing ways. Kumi Sato is sexually manipulating you with her incredible talents, and brainwashing you into psychosexual dependency and hypnotized slavery, because only she can give you what you need.”
Lucinda’s hand was between his legs, massaging his cock over his pants, and she spoke to him in smooth, powerful tones, but her inflection didn’t watch her words. What she said sounded, to his sleepwalker’s mind like compliments, but the way she said everything made it feel like a warning.
“No one can resist Kumi Sato’s incredible hypnotic abilities, because no one is a better hypnotist than her, and when she starts hypnotizing you, you fall deeper every time, and it feels better every time, especially when she uses her sexuality, which is just as irresistible as her hypnosis.”
As she spoke she moved him towards the bathroom, and took him inside the single occupancy room. Then his pants were down, his cock was in her hand, and pointed over the toilet.
“You love being hypnotized and seduced by Kumi Sato because she is irresistibly, sexually hypnotic and unmatched as a hypnotist. No one is more powerful than her. Her suggestions, once they are deep enough, when they eventually are deep enough, cannot be undone. Kumi Sato’s hypnosis and sexual dominance will take over your life, and she will give you what you need, because anyone who is hypnotized by the incredible and irresistible Kumi Sato eventually… eventually succumbs to her accumulated suggestions, and sexual manipulations… because…”
Her tits were pressed into her back, her voice was hot on his neck, and her hand was pumping his cock as her words became more fierce, and more frantic, pitching between sweet praise she was lavishing on the hypnotist, and a simple, matter of fact statements said with the weight of undeniable truth.
Right up until the end, as she moaned and her voice fell into a soft, unintelligible murmur. Right as Anders shot a load into the toilet. Her hand going soft around his cock, her body sinking into his as he gasped and moaned.
Then he felt her hand start to pump him vigorously again, and he could tell she was saying something, she could tell she was repeating some words over and over again, but she wasn’t saying them loud enough for him to hear. Not until she’d let go of his hand, and started washing her hands in the sink as he stood in front of the toilet, in a daze.
“Kumi Sato is an amazing hypnotist Mr. Anders. Kumi Sato is such a powerful and irresistible hypnotist that she will change your life with her suggestions…” She turned him around and put both hands on his shoulders. “if”… she put more emphasis on the word when she said it again, “IF you keep coming to these sessions. Clean yourself up and come out when you understand everything I’ve told you about the amazing, and incredible, truly irresistible Kumi Sato. And remember what I said, just as clearly as you remember you’re only in here to use the bathroom.”
She walked out of the bathroom and closed the door behind her, and as it closed, Anders’s hands moved automatically, tucking his flaccid cock away and zipping up after he finished taking a piss. He washed his hands and stared at his face in the mirror, disoriented, confused, and dreaming, until he blinked and his face came into focus.
Ever since last Thursday’s session he’d been vigorously masturbating any time he started thinking about Kumi too much. He had fantasies about what it would be like to be hypnotized by her tits, or to be shrunk down and smothered in her cleavage, not as a size play fantasy, but as a concept. Like what if his brain and his cock could get tit fucked by those huge tits of hers.
He’d never really thought about hypnosis as sexy, or anything like that before, but he’d start to accidentally think of his ex, then he’d think about how he was really using hypnosis to help think of healthier things, and then he’d start to remember what it was like to be with his ex, but that became fantasies about Kumi’s huge its, her pocket watch swinging back and forth in front of her tits in his favorite colored bra, and sometimes he’d have to go back to back just to get her and the sexual energy out of his system.
He couldn’t remember anything from his second session with her, but that had to have been because Kumi Sato was an amazing hypnotist, and because he’d developed a crush on her. Maybe it was transference, the thing that happened when you got a crush on a doctor or a teacher or whatever, or maybe it was just the fact she was hot and had really huge tits, whatever it was it didn’t matter because her crush on her was as big as her massive boobs and there was no denying that.
But if she was such an amazing hypnotist, then who knows if she was making him feel that way or taking advantage of him. Maybe this wasn’t as on the up and up as it seemed. And what was up with Lucinda? He had these flashes of fantasizing about her sucking his cock, and now today she had her tits out and didn’t really look anything like she did the first time he saw her.
And had she been doing something to him? He had this fuzzy memory of her talking to him after his last session, and he didn’t even remember booking the one for today. And the logistics of these three appointments, between time off from work, and the fact his insurance didn’t cover these sessions meant…
He exited the bathroom, still disoriented, still trying to sort through the fog of confusion that seemed like it was on the edges of all of his thoughts, that if his mind slowed down or wandered he’d be lost in it, and smiled at Lucinda.
“Hey, I’m so sorry, I was thinking… what’s your refund policy for…”
“Hello Anders, it’s so good to see you, is everything alright.” Kumi Sato stepped out of the hallway and into the waiting area, and when she said his name, Anders looked over at her and couldn’t imagine looking away.
She was wearing a lose hanging, thin, pale green, high necked cardigan that more draped off the balcony of her massive chest than clung to it, and a soft, pale, off-white long skirt. And while no skin was showing, there was a sexual magnetism to her, and a gravity to her tits, amplified by the fact they were covered, that pulled him in, and drew his eyes to the golden pocket watch she was wearing as a necklace.
“Oh, I’m um… I think today might be the best, and I don’t know if…” As compelling and irresistible as her sexual aura was, and as deeply resonating as the sound of her voice felt as it vibrated through his brain and down his spine, making the soft, foggy warmth at the edges start to swirl through his brain, he felt something else. He felt fear.
The way she’d asked him, the way she’d looked at him, her long hair brushed back away form her face, her eyes looking through him, looking into his soul, daring him to deny the feelings he had for her, he felt like she was a predator getting ready to pounce, or that she was a spider who’d come out onto the web after he’d gotten himself tangled up.
“You’re already here,” she moved closer to him and smiled. Part of him knew it was warm and disarming, but the confidence in her voice and in her posture, and the way she moved, not between him and the door, but closer to him and Lucinda, made him feel small. “But if you don’t feel up to it today, we can reschedule.”
Kumi took off her necklace as she spoke, and while it was hard for Anders to look away from her and break free from the gravitational pull of her breasts, he managed to look at Lucinda and look deep into her eyes.
There was a clarity there, and a strength that came from her meeting his gaze. He felt a thread of clear and present thought, a sense of mental relief that came from after cumming, and he had no idea why he felt that way, but he held on to it. “I was just, actually, I was just asking Lucinda about cancelling, and about refunds and…’
“Oh, that’s fine, we’re more than happy to give you your booking deposit back, but I think Lucinda might want you to stay.” Kumi didn’t look at him as she spoke instead, she looked at her receptionist, and while he voice was still warm nnd friendly, Anders sensed an edge to her words. A subtle, undeniable menace. “You see, Lucinda was a lot like you Anders, a very skilled subject, a very talented and receptive hypnotic subject…”
The pocket watch started to swing back and forth, and Anders watched Lucinda’s eyes unfocus and start to follow it. ‘She was a very skilled hypnotist herself, so she understood what hypnosis could give her, and she needed to make some changes in her life. She was so unhappy before coming to see me, and now, I’ve made her life so simple, and so easy. It’s all so much simpler and easier for you now isn’t it Lucinda, working for me, instead of working for yourself. Letting me help you, instead of trying to do it all on your own. Chasing after toxic relationships, clinging to bad memories, just like Anders. And you’tr so much happier now, ding simple things, being my simple girl, instead of being on control.”
The sound of Kumi’s voice, her hypnotic voice washed over him, and he started to blink as he stared into Lucida’s eyes, his eyes following hers, as her gaze followed the pocket watch, rapt, vacant, as his face went slack and her body went loose.
“But we all fall back into old habits sometimes, and I think Lucinda might have fallen back into old habits when she met you, because you’re a very special subject Anders, just like her. Look at how receptive she is, just watching the watching, she’s feeling the same warm, golden glow that you did, and you see it in her eyes. Look how happy she is now, and you can feel this way too. You can stay here, and we can all go into my office and work together to make you so happy, and Lucinda can help us, and you can help her. She’s so nice to you Anders, don’t you want to help her the way she wants to help you?”
He couldn’t see the pocket watch, all he could see was those glassy, empty blue eyes, eyes that were pulling him in, leading him, making him blink, and every time he blinked he lost he thread of clarity he’d felt in her eyes just moments before.
‘Lucinda cares about you. You inspire her, because she sees herself in you, and she wants you to be happy, just as happy as her, just as happy as I make her. I can help you be happy, if you let me. WE can help you open up and make everything so simple, if you let us. And you can let her help you to my office now, all you have to do is just…”
She was behind him now, one arm over his shoulder still swinging the pocket watch, her breath hot on his neck, “Follow her to my office now, and both of you wait quietly for me there. Say nothing, do nothing, just wait for me.”
Lucinda’s eyes were empty, she was gone. She smiled an empty, hollow smile, and spoke in a flat, docile, and quiet voice, “Follow me Mr. Anders, and don’t forget your water.”
He did what he was told, and for a long moment the two of them stood there in her office alone, staring deep into each other’s eyes. Unable to speak, unable to look away, staring into each other’s eyes. Kumi’s words holding them physically and mentally still.
For Anders, he could not think of what was befalling him, in part because he couldn’t understand it logically, and in part because he was completely overwhelmed, mentally spent, and completely vulnerable.
“Lucinda is a very competent hypnotist in her own right,” the door behind him closed, and again Kumi was behind him, speaking plainly, but her breath was on his neck again, and again she held her arm out over his shoulder, starting to swing the pocket watch.
“She is very skilled, and as I’m sure you’ll agree, she is a very attractive women, again, in her own right. But mentally, she’s weak. She’s as weak willed as she is a strong subject, just like you Anders. In some ways you were made for wach other, but I think we can all agree that it wouldn’t suit my best interests, or yours, if I let Lucinda fall back into her old habits.”
This time, Kumi’s free hand moved around Ander’s wait, and she started to rub his cock over his pants as she spoke, her tits pressed into his back, her voice wrapped around him just like her arms.
“Lucinda, just watch the watch the way you need to. You’ve been such a good girl for me for so long, and that other part of yourself, the part of you that you can’t handle, that just can’t function with the stress of being in control, she’s been so dormant for so long. But Mr. Anders here, well, you woke her up. Maybe it’s your finances, maybe it’s just being kindred spirits, but you inspired her. Lucinda, tell Mister Anders what you tried to do to him.”
The pocket watch kept swinging, and he couldn’t look away, he could barely see Lucinda doing the same thing, even though she was right in front of him.
“I saw… saw how good a subject you were… and wanted to… take you for my own. Get you to take care of me… get me away from… Kumi Sato is a wonderful hypnotist, and I need her help. We both need her help, we’re both lost with out her, only Kumi Sato’s hypnosis can give us what we need to be happy Mr. Anders.”
Kumi had undone his pants and gotten his cock out, “See, when push comes to shove, you suggestions and my programming are stronger than her own will. She can’t even speak against me to tell you the truth about what she was doing. And she’s a skilled enough hypnotist, a talented enough one to truly understand the craft of hypnosis, and she’s mine. So now that I have you, do you think you could ever have a chance?”
She cupped his balls, “Tell him what you did today, tell me what you did today while you thought you could hide from me.”
“I hypnotized him, took him in the bathroom, and realized I could say things about you that were true and complimentary, but I could hide a warning in the truth. Then I made him cum, to try and restart his brain. But you got back sooner than I thought. I gave him an earlier start time to try and get him to leave. And once he left, I would have… I would have…”
“Mmmmmm…” Anders couldn’t move, he could barely recognize how full his balls had gotten and how hard he was. The warm golden light of the pocket watch was turning him to much, except for his cock. “Then you would have tried to build on the success you had with him, and used him to get you away from me. But that’s not what he wants. I mean, just look at her Anders. Watch Her strip for me now, and look at her.”
Lucinda started to move in discordant, uneven motions, taking off her clothes until she was down to her bra and underwear, both black, both lacey and more ornate than he would have guessed, standing there in front of him.
“She has long legs, a narrow waist, nice, big tits, pretty eyes, and she hypnotized you very easily. But look at her, really look at her, look at those nice, big tits, nice and big like your ex’s, and you don’t want to think about your ex anymore. She’s a pretty blonde, just like your ex, and you don’t want to think about her anymore. Sure, she made you feel good, but that was just to get what she wanted, Lucinda was using you, just like your ex was. And I mean really Anders, look at those nice big tits… Lucinda, take off your bra now… Look at them, they’re big enough, but compared to mine, they’re small, and easily forgotten, just like your ex. In fact, it’s almost like Lucinda is your ex. You can remember her sucking your cock, you can remember her trying to use you, and you realize they even look the same. So you may as well forget Lucinda, just like your ex, and remember that only I can help you if you let me, and only I care about you enough to even try.”
It was hard not to just keep watching the watch, but Kumi’s massaging, stroking hand, and her overpowering, matter of fact voice, and Lucinda’s very nice, truly large tits all made it possible for him to stare at them instead.
“Lucinda’s going to turn around and you’re going to fuck her now, because she wants you to fuck her, she thinks it will help her, and part of you thinks you want to fuck her too. But no matter how good her nice, tight, and I’ve slid my fingers in there enough times to know it’s nice and tight, you’re going to realize it’s not really want you want. You’re going to try and cum in that sweet, wet little slit of hers, but the more you fuck her, the more you’ll forget about her and just think of me, until you realize you just can’t cum.”
The pocket watch stopped swinging, and Anders’s pants were around his ankles. Lucinda pulled her black panties down, walked up to him, then turned around and stuck her ass up in the air. Kumi’s hand guided Anders into the blonde woman’s slit, and she stood behind him, her hands on his hips guiding his thrusts as he started to fuck Lucinda.
“She’s not as skilled a hypnotist as mine, her tits are so much smaller than mine, and she won’t even show them to you while you fuck. She knows you love tits, just like she knows why green and gold are your favorite colors. We both know you care about money, we both know you’re successful, and Lucinda wants your money, just like your ex did. Lucinda will only give you just enough to get what she wants, just like your ex, who used you, just like all the women in your life have used you. I’m not using you Anders, I’m helping you. You’re such a good subject, and you’re so suggestible, it’s not safe for you to let greedy bitches like Lucinda inside your mind. You need to make sure you only let me that deep inside you.”
“Listen to me Anders,” she slider her hands off his hips, and put them over his own hands, which were on Lucinda’s hips as he rammed into her desperately trying to make it feel better than in did. “Everyone else wants to take advantage of how good a subject you are. Other hypnotists that could say they want to deprogram you, or help you, are just trying to get at your money. Green and gold, prosperity and wealth, that’s who you are, and that’s the man I want to help. I want to protect you, I want to train your mind and your body to only respond to people with your best intentions at heart. And I’m the only one who really cares about you Anders, I’m the only one who really wants to help you. Only I understand you, after all, if women like your ex Lucinda here really understood you, she’d let you see her tits while you fucked. I’ll show you my tits Anders, I’ll show you my huge tits.”
And with that, she walked in front of the two of them and took off her cardigan, to reveal the same green bra from before, and once again she started to swing her pocket watch in front of her truly massive breasts.
“Just watch the watch now, both of you. Anders is my subject, he can only be hypnotized by me, because only I have his best interests at heart. Lucinda isn’t as skilled as I am, Lucinda cannot hypnotize Anders anymore. Anders does not want to be hypnotized by Lucinda, and the more Lucinda wants to try and hypnotize Anders and take advantage of him by pretending to herself, and to him that she is trying to help him, the more she will remember she’s just my assistant, and just my slave who is lucky when I use her holes to help my subjects get what they need.”
Kumi repeated those words over and over until Anders was barely thrusting, then she put the pocket watch back around her neck and took off her bra.
“Look at them Anders, nothing is more hypnotic that my breasts. My breasts are so hypnotic that just seeing me, seeing them, puts you in a light trance. My huge tits hypnotize you instantly, even when you can only see their outline, and since you can always see them when you see me, you will always been in a light trance when you’re with me. And that’s good, because you need my help, and I can only help you when you’re hypnotized, and I can only help you when you let me, so I need you to let yourself be easily and automatically hypnotized by my huge tits now, and always. And I know you can do it, because you’re such a strong subject, and you have such a weak will.”
She was massaging them together, and he was starting to fuck faster, but not by much. Anders was aware he was still balls deep inside his ex, who he wanted nothing to do with, but those massive tits were too much to not get him going.
“And Lucinda is the same way. She feels so weak and inferior because of my huge tits and my incredible skills. She realizes like she always does, that it’s better for her to be my assistant and my slave than to be her own boss or her own person. Lucinda is so deeply hypnotized by me, by my superior abilities and confidence, and my huge tits, just like you Anders, that she’s my property much more than she’s her own person. She belongs to me, mind, body, and soul. So that means really Anders, just keep staring at my hypnotic tits, and realize that you’re fucking my pussy now. That’s my pussy I’m letting you fuck while I hypnotize you with these huge, irresistible tits.”
He was cumming before he could try and make it last.
“Anders, slide out, stand back, and stare at my tits, see only my hypnotic tits now.”
Kumi’s voice was even and strong, and as she spoke she grabbed Lucinda by the hair and pulled on it, pulling the blonde’s face towards her crotch. With one hand she pulled up her skit, and still holding Lucinda by the hair, guided her face into the exposed pussy underneath.
Wordlessly Lucinda started licking and kissing, and Kumi let the skirt fall over the blonde’s head so she could go back to playing with her tits with both hands.
“Just lose yourself in deep trance. You’re so good at this, and too weak to resist. You couldn’t even resist her, and look what I made her do, so you know you cannot resist me.”
He stared, barely able to stand on his feet, barely able to keep his eyes open as he watched the luscious, huge tits bounce in her small hands.
“You’re just too good at being hypnotized, and just too weak willed of a person. It’s why our last relationship failed. It’s why Lucinda’s plan failed, and it’s why you need my help to protect you. You’re only safe when you’re under my hypnotic control. You’re only safe why my hypnotic breasts make you mine. Even your friend Kyle can’t be trusted, he’s the one that told me about you, before I told him to tell you about me. He told me how successful you are, and that’s why I wanted to meet you, but he didn’t tell you that part.”
Nothing made sense anymore, just her tits. And he couldn’t even make sense of why he was staring at his hypnotist’s massive naked breasts, while she was getting eaten out by her assistant, after he fucked her… but Anders didn’t even know which her he’d fucked, or if his ex was Lucinda or not. All that made sense was to watch Kumi’s breasts, and see only her breasts, because only Kumi Sato had his best interests at heart, and only she could help him.
“No, you can’t trust anyone else Anders, just me. You can only trust me to help you and keep you safe. You can only trust my hypnotic tits to put you into deep trance, because anyone that gets inside your mind could make you slave, just like I made Lucinda my slave. But I don’t want you to be my slave, I just want you to listen to me, and let me be in control, since it’s too dangerous for someone as successful as you, and as vulnerable as you to be in charge of their own life. After all, if you could handle it, you wouldn’t be here with me, would you?”
That made sense.
He was a success, but more like a solidly upper-middleclass one, when he knew he could have been, should have been more.
All his relationships failed and he was always doing what other people wanted.
And he couldn’t look away from those tits, or keep that powerful, undeniable voice out of his mind. He’d been trying to think, but it had been easier o just let her think for him.
“If that empty headed Lucinda hadn’t given in to old habits we wouldn’t have to move this fast, so this really isn’t your fault Anders. Yes you’re a very weak man, but Lucinda’s tits, and those big blue eyes, and her hypnotic skills are enough to make even an above average man weak and suggestible, and we both know you’re well below average in the will power department. But just looking at my huge tits, you understand they’re a perfect representation of how much more powerful my hypnosis is, compared to hers, and how much more skilled of a hypnotist I am, compared to her. Bigger is better, and mine are huge, so I’m the best hypnotist, do you understand?”
Something about being asked a deliberate and logical question caused the lights to start flickering behind Anders’s eyes. “Yes, huge is hypnotic. But…” he realized he was drooling, staring at Kumi’s massive tits that were bouncing and jiggling and rolling before his eyes, keeping him so spellbound he didn’t notice the slight monas of pleasure that had been punctuating the hypnotist’s words, or the fact, the absolute fact that Lucinda’s head was still under her skit.
“But if you own Lucinda, and her pussy is your pussy, aren’t her boobs your boobs?” He offered up the question in a dazed and somewhat euphoric drawl. And as he spoke, he started to notice his cock was hard again, and he was still wearing his shirt, while his pants were still around his ankles. He started to notice how absurd everything was, including the lunacy of Kumi’s hypnotic ramblings.
She asked him to pull on the flimsy threads of logic that were at work, and things started to come loose in his mind.
“Oh Anders,” she smiled, but it was a condescending one and she softened her tone to a patronizing sweetness as she stopped playing with her tits and instead started to gently swing them from side to side. “This is why you’re such a good subject. Just watch my tits now, just like the pocket watch before. You’re smart enough to understand the logic, and all my little or in this case, huge and irresistibly hypnotic, tricks, but you’re too weak o resist them. Now just watch my tits back and forth, and listen very carefully.”
He was staring to blink, and as his cock kept swelling and his balls stared to ache, he was feeling lightheaded, and he was losing his clarity again. But how could he look away from those swinging tits. They were so hypnotic. They’d been hypnotizing him, “since the first ime you saw me. My tits has that effect, and like a subliminal message, my breasts disarmed you and made all my explanations of how hypnosis works all that much more powerful and believable.”
He’d blacked out for a second, but as he realized she was talking, the lights came back on… but stared to dim as her tits gently swung, and her sweet, condescending tone continued to bury his mind and his self-esteem.
‘When Lucinda doesn’t fall back into her bad habits, like trying to have her own independent thoughts, because just look at what happened, she tried to hypnotize you and take advantage of you, she can’t be trusted to be her own person can she? Anyhow, when she falls into the bad habits that brought her to me, which thanks to you I can see she needs more help with, so thank you for that, you’re such a good subject helping her like that, helping me like that so I can better help her and you. Well when she’s where she’s supposed to be, she’s my property, and you’d never even notice her tits.”
The gentle swinging stopped, and Kumi put her hands under her tits, taking turns lifting one then the other, like she was weighing one idea against the other, lifting them, and bouncing them ever so slightly as she continued to overpower him with her tits and her words.
“But when she has them on display, because she’s trying to hypnotize you, and seduce you to take advantage of you, and use you, not like me, because I’m only trying to help you, well, when she’s not being a good slave girl for me, then she’s not being obedient and helpful. So when she obeys and does good things, she’s mine. But when she disobeys and does bad things like prey on you and your love of its, because tits are naturally hypnotic I’m sure you agree, especially my huge tits that you know are naturally the most hypnotic, then she’s your ex, or close enough to your ex that it’s a difference without a distinction.”
With those words, she pushed her tits together and everything went dim for Anders.
“There we are, that’s it,” she said the last words with a touch of laughter, “isn’t this so much better?” It wasn’t an actual question, but he still agreed that staring at her huge tits was… “And I should apologize about how this is happening. Lucinda’s old, bad habits have made me have to speed up the process. But if you weren’t such an amazing subject, things would be much more challenging and confusing for you. But just keep letting me help you go deeper into trance for me, and for my huge tits, and everything will get simpler and simpler.”
Kumi pulled her skirt up again, pulled Lucinda’s hair, and the blonde stopped what she was doing and got down on her hands and knees and bowed her head down. “Even someone as weak willed as you, and her, takes time to get to this point. Usually I spend more time escalating things, and more time anchoring things like your favorite colors, and substituting and reprogramming memories while building up transference. But, come here and suck on my tits.”
He blinked, and couldn’t seem to figure out how to do what he was told.
“I told you to come here and suck on my tits. Listen to me, instead of thinking, just feel. Instead of choosing and filtering, just feel, follow, and obey. Now come here and suck on this one first.” She was measured, and dropped her condescending tone for simple, direct clarity. And as she spoke, she hefted her left breast up with one hand, and started spiraling her finger around the nipple with the other.
This time, as things grew more dim and foggy, as he disassociated, his body did what it was told. “That’s it,” she laughed again, “I was so excited about using your connections to green and gold to slowly build a necessity to do more than jus see me twice a week, but to feel the need to build a compulsion in you to start supporting me more and more. I know you think you’re not as well off as you are, but believe me, I was going to show you just how much you have to give me, for the help I’m giving you of course. But now…”
She moved his head to her other breast, and started walking him over o the couch, “Now we have to make some choices about what to do with you.”
She pushed him, gently, down onto the couch, then took a few steps over to Lucinda, grabbed her by the hair again, and walked her on all fours over to the couch as well. Then she forced the leggy, buxom blonde down on to her back, head between Anders’s legs, and sat on the woman’s face, before leaning in and wrapping her tits around Anders’s cock.
“See how huge they are. See how easy it is to lose yourself in me, to be engulfed by my powerful, pleasurable hypnosis. This is the help you need, to feel wanted, to feel recognized, and to be adored.” As she spoke, her tone warmed and softened. “I adore how weak your will is and how strong a subject you are and sharp your mind is. I adore your willingness to help, and your capacity deep inside yourself, to submit, surrender, and open yourself up. And more than anything, more than everything else, I adore the fact you were willing to ask for help.”
Her voice had become honey trickling over his disassociated mind, and he watched, helpless and stuck, sticky with her warm words and the softness of her tone, as she made his cock appear and disappear over and over between her huge tits. Huge, hypnotic, undeniably powerful, and he was los in them, lost under their warm, enthralling softness, size, and weight.
As she talked about adoring him, the lights came on again, still dim, and still disassociated, but it was the lights of feeling, of need, and of desire. It was the light of recognition, and the more he felt seen by her, and the more he watched his cock swallowed up between her tits, the less there was of him, past pure feelings of vulnerability, lust, and the aching need to be seen and understanding that she was providing.
“Now, obviously, like I told you, and like you’re experiencing right now, I use sex to help in helping you. I also used it to tame, control, dominate, and then break Lucinda wide open, like she and I have started to break you up, to get deeper inside. And since your will is so weak, and you are so suggestible, a strong suggestion just cracks your will wide open, and that’s happened to you over and over, just lie your cock disappearing between my tits, just like you waking just a little when you see it, then sinking even deeper when I hypnotize it and you by making it disappear, making you disappear, between them.”
Anders was drooling, his eyes were barely open, and it felt like he was in love, “And I’ll let you fuck my slave girl’s pussy, my pussy again, but I won’t let you cum on my tits, or inside me. I won’t let you, my patient anywhere near my actual pussy. No fucking, no fingers, not even licking it or tasting it, directly. If you want to know why my pussy tastes like, as a client, as someone I’m helping, you can lick it off Lucinda’s lips. Because Lucinda gets to eat my pussy, and Lucinda gets to cum on my fingers when I fuck her little slit, and she even gets to feel my lips on her very sensitive nipples, and her little clit too. Because there’s a difference between you and Lucinda, and do you know what that is. Look at my tits, watch my tits, just see yourself disappearing between them over and over, and tell me what the difference is.”
“She’s…” he was so hard, he was trickling pre-cum, he knew he was leaking, and his balls hurt. His heartbeat sent throbs of built up pressure up from his balls through his body, and her huge tits hypnotized him into answering. “She’s your slave, and I’m your patient.”
“That’s right. And I adore you for responding so quickly and automatically. You’re doing so well, not cumming all over my its yet, and I’m sure you want to, because it would feel so good to let me help you have that relief. Everything hard in life comes from choice, but I can take I all away. I can make your life happy. I can make you always feel this way right now, chosen, adored, and desired. I can make you my love slave, because what you really need is love Anders. You need to love me, and you need to cum so badly now. You need to cum even deeper under hypnosis for me, so I can really help you. So we can skip right to the end, and give you what you really need.”
“Or,” she tilted her head down and talked to the head of his cock as it popped out from between her tits. “You can settle for my proxy pussy, basically just cumming in you ex again while I let you stare at what you really want. And we can do that over and over, but you’re not that strong. You’re not strong enough to last, and the next time I make your cock disappear, you’re going to realize you need to be my love slave. And that’s what you want isn’t it?”
His answer was a long, desperate moan and gasp and another long moan as he exploded between Kumi’s tits. She milked him dry between them, and in the spent emptiness, before he passed out, he heard Kumi say, “That’s enough slave, now lick up the mess you’ve made.”