Diary of a Hypnotist Ch. 08: Perfecting the Perfect Slave Pt. 01

Reward and punishment:

We finished off the Hawaiian pizza. Karen's panties were still lying on the floor.

"I hate pizza with pineapple," Karen reproached me.

"Then why did you eat it?"

"I was very hungry and that is the best topping of all."

"You were hungry for many things tonight ..."

She let out a playful smile.

"Sexual freedom, darling."

I slide my right hand up her smooth, soft thigh, lifting her skirt slightly, to catch a glimpse of her pink pussy. Before inspecting my blonde friend further I look up to see her beautiful face, only to find it filled with shock and indignation.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?"

She shouted at me hysterically, slapping me hard in the process.

"I have not given you permission to touch me, who do you think you are?"

"A fireman, but Mommy says that my toy car can be damaged by fire."

She was about to form a smile, but kept her expression serious.

"Oh God! What were you thinking?"

"... Well, I ... It's obvious, right?"

"Look, little boy, since you can't even say it ..."

I interrupt her, what the hell?

"What the hell? It's been almost a decade, Karen. Come on, we are both adults. R U kidding me."

With even more ire, but still keeping her composure, she responds.

"Ha! Now you're just being silly, clown. I gave you a blowjob, my decision, not yours."

I feel violated.

"OK, so when you swallowed my cumshot, I must have misinterpreted things."

"Exactly, let me be straight with you, I decide whom I fuck and today is not your lucky day. I'll give you a pass this time, but if you're reckless again, I'll kick you out of your apartment ... I mean my apartment."

Yes, your apartment, your mind and your life are mine, Karen. And this is just the beginning.

"OK, I'll be a good boy. I cannot deny a girl in shiny heels."

Her reaction was subtle, she licked her lower lip slowly, her eyes narrowed to conceal the focus of her pupils on my fly. A few seconds of sensuality and sassiness followed.

"Suck ... cock ... Master ... .."

She whispered to herself, with a blank look and a slack jaw. Then she slightly tilts her head and returned to herself.

"Cool! Sorry for being so hard. I prefer to make things clear, and you're not my type."

"Do you not find me attractive?"

"I do not."

"Not one bit?"

"No, not a bit."

"Therefore it is pure fantasy on my part, if I were to ask you to blow my cock, now."

"We already discussed it, I will not repeat it ... I will repeat." She said, dragging out the words.

The sound of my fly unzipping makes her shiver. She opens her eyes wide in shock.

With her mouth ajar, she slides her wet tongue over her teeth. The tips of her feet turn inward.

I take her hand and place it on my buckle, her fingers explore the shiny metal.

"You will not do it. I understand, little lady."

"Yes, I never, ever," with a hoarse voice, "want to suck your cock again."

Her pupils dilated as she spoke the few last words. I had her so close to my face, as to give her a kiss, her torso sagging towards me. She collapsed against my chest, panting dryly, clinging to my shirt with her hands.

"Never ... ah..ah ... Never ... Ha ... ahha..more ..."

Slowly her head drifted down toward my crotch, I felt her warm breath wafting against my cock, through the hole in my pants.

"You fell!" She told me smiling, the bitch.

She stood up, turning her back to me, and took two steps to nowhere. Her lined skirt really highlighted the roundness of her ass.

"No ... yes ... no ... You're a fool Karen," she said to herself in a low voice.

She clenched her fists and her legs wobbled. She turned around, I saw her cheeks flushed with impossible to hide excitement. She fell on all fours, apparently her legs could no longer maintain her weight, and she crawled greedily towards me. She passed her saliva-soaked tongue over my pants, she tried to reach my buckle and unbutton it to enjoy her desired treat.

But I did not let her, she was playing with me, now I will play with her. I took her wrists and put them on her head.

"Not without my consent, pretty."

"Seriously? Do you think I'm going to beg you for a blowjob?"

I closed my fly; her eyes darkened.

"Uh..ehmn..I"

When I looked at her, I saw her anxieties and desperation, my expression made it clear that I was not kidding. She looked down, unable to keep her composure while pleading:

"Please ... let me suck your dick."

She said it with a catch in her voice, stuttering. I wanted to break her pride.

"I have trouble hearing, would you repeat it? Louder and clearer."

"Please, let me suck your dick."

I took her by the chin, forcing her to look me in the eyes.

"Do you want me to fill your mouth with cum?"

"Yes, I want it."

"How much do you want it?"

"I love you so much, I want to suck you ... ah..ah"

"Who is in control?"

"You ... You have control."

A tear slid down her left cheek. I saw in a documentary once, that crying is a mechanism to release stress in some mammals. I was really pushing her limits here.

"That's right, you'd do anything to suck my dick, am I right?"

She hesitated, her blue eyes tried to escape mine.

"You are right," she said, surrendering a battle that she would not win.

"Undress, except the heels. I like them."

I couldn't help but appreciate her beautiful hourglass figure, her hard nipples and her wet pussy. I stood, looked her up and down, circled around her, to take in her physical charm better.

I massage her delicious, soft and tender tits. I kissed her neck, while with one of my hands I squeezed her firm ass and used the other to play with her hot pussy.

Reward and punishment, with a simple post-hypnotic order: 'You will blow me every time I praise your red heels'. I had managed to gain absolute control over a stubborn woman like Karen. She was now willing to do anything for a good dose of cock.

"Who has control?"

"You have the control."

"Very good, very good. Lean against the table, and repeat it, so you do not forget it, bitch."

I pumped two fingers into her tight pussy.

"You ... you have Ah! ... the..mn..control."

"You..mnsm..you..hah..the control ... ah"

"You ... you ... have..ah ... mn..ah..the control."

I continued stimulating her for a few more minutes, until her juices permeated her thighs.

"What would you do to suck my dick, Karen?"

"Anything, I want your cock in my mouth!" Excited, and with conviction.

"I have an obese friend who likes blondes a lot, would you fuck him, just to suck my cock?"

"What!? No! Fuck off."

"Alright, I'm leaving."

"No, no, wait."

"Would you do it? It's your decision."

"I will." She said it reluctantly.

"What exactly?"

"I'll fuck your obese friend to suck your cock."

Actually, I do not have any obese friends. In your face, thirsty Karen!

"You are a slut. I bet you like to have your ass fucked, bitch."

"You wouldn't dare."

"What happens if I dare? Are you going to stop me?"

"I..."

"Who has control?"

"You have the control."

I sucked my thumb for a moment to get it wet and put it in her anus. She stiffened, but did not reply, then relaxed. I managed to hear her almost inaudible curses: "Holy shit." "Fuck."

I gave her a couple of spankings that made her tremble.

"On your knees, Karen. I'm going to reward you for being a good girl. Do not move until I allow it."

I unbuttoned my pants and let them fall on the floor. She watched my swollen cock ecstatically, like a hungry animal.

Twenty seconds passed, the light in her eyes and of her mind was gone.

Trigger change:

At first, the idea of hypnotizing Karen with my erection was funny. All I had to do was show it to her for twenty seconds and that elegant, proud blonde was subdued under my power, the power of my cock.

But in the long run it is a nuisance, so if I wanted to continue having carefree fun with her, I had to do something about it.

"Suck the glans, Karen, just the tip. Good girl."

She circled her tongue, turning it around the head of my cock, closed her mouth in a kiss, and started again. The precum put a shine to her lips.

"What happened since we ate pizza, until now, has been a fantasy, you know it's not real, because you would never submit to a man in that way. Begging me submissively, sucking my cock. Although deep down that's your real desire, to stop thinking, obey and suck me off."

I took the back of her neck and pushed her onto my cock, sending a long stream down her throat.

"Tonight. You'll forget you're naked, even if you look in the mirror. Every time you hear a phrase from me, saying 'Potato' with it, you will obey my order. Do you understand?"

"Yes Master. I obey, you command."

"I'll count to seven and you will wake up, whenever I say 'Silly Slave' you'll fall into deep trance, again."

"One. Two. Three. Four."

By the time I was done counting I had put on my trousers and sat back down in the comfortable chair.

High hypnotic sensitivity:

My last therapy had been over for ten minutes when, I received a call from Clara. Alexa, her partner had a scheduled appointment with me in fifteen minutes. What might she need?

"Doctor, do not take it personally, but I will not be going to the therapies. Hypnosis seems to me an absurd idea. She was the one who acted improperly. I'll talk things over with Alexa tomorrow, bye."

"Clara, do not make hasty decisions ..."

She hung up. In that situation your only recourse is to curse the air. I reassured myself, I would have to adapt my plans, just a little.

Alexa entered the room in a white floral skirt, yellow striped blouse and pink slippers. Her figure was elegantly accentuated by her clothes, as well as a sexy fuchsia lipstick. Alexa, with her light brown hair and smooth, those stunning emerald eyes, completely contrasted with Clara, their personalities differed as much as their bodies. I decided not to tell her about Clara's desertion. I already had one problem, I did not want two.

"Sit, Alexa, make yourself comfortable. Do you want something to drink?"

"Some water would be fine."

I paged Kassia, who brought two glasses and she served us both. She is a very attractive and striking woman, and thanks to that I could analyze the reactions of my patients and determine personality traits. Clara ate her up with her eyes, Alexa instead looked anywhere else, as if to avoid falling under the 'spell'. Clara more aggressive and rebellious, Alexa more reserved and cautious, except when under the influence of alcohol.

"Have you ever performed a hypnotic sensitivity test?"

My conclusion was unique and predictable. Hypnosis is 50% observation of small details.

"No, what does it consist of?"

Conclusion: a highly suggestible and submissive woman.

"I just did it. You are deeply in a trance at this very moment."

"No ... it can't be ... when?" She replied in a slow voice, sounding both impressed and confused.

"I'll show you, stand up in the door frame."

"Okay, what's next?"

"Stretch your arms, let the back of your hands touch the frame. Very well."

"You can not be so quick."

"Quick, am I? More than thirty minutes have passed. When you were sleepy, you told me ... nevermind."

"What did I tell you!?"

"Well ..." I smiled arrogantly.

"Tell me now or ..." She was coming out of the frame and moving towards me.

"Will you raise your arms? You can not avoid it. You're in my power, it's easier to let them float."

Her arms rose, forming a cross with her body. I moved close to her, so I was only a step away.

"...This is not possible."

"Ha! It is as possible as you will sleep when I touch your forehead, in a deep and inevitable sleep."

I touch her with my index finger on her cheek. She took a step back, scared.

"No, no, it's not possible. It can not be possible."

I hit my palm against her forehead, her eyes closed, her legs buckled and her body fell on me, easy as pie. It would be a good afternoon.

The Kohnstamm effect, from a German neurologist, showed that prolonged voluntary contraction of the muscles can cause involuntary contractions. There are multiple variants of this phenomenon, the classic one is to press the arms against a door frame.

Couple this effect with some white lies that weaken the mental safety of the patient, and hypnosis can be greatly facilitated. Even so, Alexa was a special case. The spectrum of hypnotic sensitivity in relation to the population follows a normal Gaussian distribution, where the extremes correspond to those individuals that are abnormally resistant or susceptible. Alexa belongs to the second select group, a factory submissive, a perfect slave.

I could have failed in my conjecture, but that was not to be the case.

Returning to the subject bell curve; When the trance is induced, the best way to deepen it in someone with an average susceptibility, is through mental images, guided breathing and muscle relaxation. When the resistance is greater the most favorable option is to guide the person to one or several cognitive dissonances, to break the 'shell'. When there is no resistance, giving direct orders strengthens their submission, they have minds made to obey, and if you have 'the key' they are your toy. For this reason Clara indirectly possessed control over Alexa, with her dominant and blunt attitude.

I sat with her head resting on my legs, stroking her straight hair. In about five minutes, I had her ready for the session.

"Alexa, you are going to open your eyes, but you will continue to sleep, my voice is the guide of your dream. Open your eyes, focus them on my right hand. My hand is very attractive to you, you feel the heat flow through your belly when you perceive it close to your face."

She gasped slightly as I stroked her lips and chin with my fingers.

"Comforting warmth shelters you. Concentrate on my middle finger, you want to suck it, your tongue craves to surround it and your mouth needs to be filled. Your mouth needs to be filled, say it."

"My mouth needs to be filled."

"Good girl, suck it."

I touched her tits through her blouse while the pretty girl clung to my middle finger, letting her enjoy it for a while.

"Stand up, Alexa. Back straight, feet together and arms at your sides. Your clothes weigh tons, you can not move and it's hard to breathe. Let's play, a special contest that will help you, you will answer me honestly and for each answer you are allowed to take off a garment."

Rigid and obedient, she waits for my question.

"What is your full name?"

"My name is Alexandra Spencer, my nickname is Alexa."

"Off with the blouse."

Her large, round breasts made this first task a nontrivial one. They bounced magnificently as they popped out. On the first floor the advertising poster of the office guaranteed privacy and no requirement of personal data (except email or contact telephone); the less information I requested, the less risky questions they would ask.

"You have a very good physique, Alexa, do you play any sports?"

"I practice acrobatics in aerial silk."

"The bra."

Wonderful, two sweet pearls, the areolas pink and clear. I pinched those beautiful nipples, I had to do it. I put my hand down her stomach, and felt the wetness in her pussy. She may not have been aware of it, but there is no doubt that it excites her to obey.

"You must be very flexible, what is the best you can do with that?"

"I can lift one leg above my head."

"Take off your left shoe and do it."

It was amazing how in a single movement she formed a bow and then with one hand helping lifted her leg completely. I couldn't help but notice her multi-colored toenail polish and her white panties with purple hearts on them. I felt her thigh tense. I took out the camera, took a picture of the spectacular posture and left it recording.

"How did you become paired with Clara?"

"I was fighting with my ex-boyfriend and then I met Clara."

"Be more explicit, remember that you still have a few kilos left on top."

"My ex-boyfriend did not satisfy me sexually. I went to a bar depressed after a fight, that day I met Clara, we saw each other more often, becoming friends. Until one day I overindulged with alcohol and ended up in bed with her. I had not had an orgasm like that in the whole time I was with my ex. It's been almost a year now."

"You can lower your leg. Off with the right shoe."

On her right foot, the word 'Love' was tattooed, Clara had the same tattoo on her left foot.

"What is it that excites you about Clara, Alexa?"

She licked her lips and her eyes shone.

"I love her feet, her smell! Her tongue ... Mm ... she is very skilled with her tongue. I can be angry with her, but her damn feet are the best on the face of the earth."

"Skirt. Surely you must be feeling lighter, there are only twenty kilos left in your panties, Clara knows your weakness for her feet?"

She bit her lip insecurely and narrowed her eyes.

"Yes I think so. When I contradict her, she puts her feet in my face. 'Lick it,' she tells me. I try to deny myself, but I just can not help it, I'm under her feet, licking and apologizing. I'm licking and apologizing for being a bad girl. I'm licking and apologizing for being a bad girl. I'm licking ..."

Her panties were getting soaked more and more. She was having a strange sexual reaction(?) that could only be described as the mixture between an orgasm and a nervous tic. Another partially correct deduction, without realizing it Clara had inculcated the mindset of a sex slave in Alexa. At that moment she was in a loop, I touched a sensitive area and her mind went into shock.

The only plausible explanation that I could imagine that would generate a similar reaction is that Clara made her lick her feet for hours, at various times of the day, forcing her to apologize, regardless of whether she was right or not. It even makes me doubt, was Alexa a submissive by birth or had Clara made her one? Whatever the case, it would be difficult to unpack now.

"Stop, Alexa, give me your panties. Good girl."

"You're a coat rack, three, two, one."

Her left hand raised above her head in the form of a claw, her eyes focused on that hand. Her other arm bent with the palm facing up, a few inches below the shoulder. And her feet pointed outwards.

I undressed, put my sweaty shirt on one of her shoulders, my pants on her right arm. My shoes on each of her hands, my stockings between her tits. I wiped her face with my boxers and placed them over her head.

"You are a magical clothes rack, you feel but you do not think, you get excited and you do not need to know the reason. And you're very excited to be a coat rack. Your skin is extremely sensitive. Do not drop any clothes or you will be punished."

I run my fingertips down her back, across her ass, around her pelvis and kiss her neck while massaging her pussy. From her right hand one of my shoes fell.

"Bad coat rack, I'll have to teach you a lesson."

I placed her over my thighs, I had to train her with spankings.

"Alexa, when I says 'spoiled' you will be Alexandra Spencer of ten years old. And I will be your therapist. You have behaved badly and your parents paid me a generous amount to make you a good girl. Spoiled."

Life returned to her eyes and she started kicking.

With a loud and shrill voice she cried,

"It's not fair! Wuah! No! I'll tell my dad and ..."

Spank

"Who do you think sent you here, silly. It's for your own good."

Spank Spank Spank Stronger spanking

"Aaah! No! It's not fair! Nooo!"

A spanking even stronger than the previous one

"You dropped the shoe, you're a bad girl."

Spank Spank

"No it's not true!"

Double spanking Another double spanking

"It's okay! I'm a bad girl, Mr. Therapist! I already learned my lesson."

Spank

"I already learned! Please stop."