Abominable Dr. Michaels — Corrupt Hypnotist
Dr. Michaels, a man of mixed heritage, handsome and authoritative, was running a special, one of those late night el cheapo cable commercials for cigarette smoking cessation, relationship problems, etc.
Matt had just found out that what would have been the love of his life was willing to get back together with him, but he had not asked her in time. Three different occasions they had met as ‘friends” since the minor incident that caused them to back off from each other occurred. She had forgiven him and he wasn’t even aware. Now he was devastated, a shell of his former confident, successful self. His life, his dreams, the house he had planned to share with her was all for nothing, so he thought. His mind drifted from fantasizing about her 3-5 times a day, draining him, to thoughts of self-destruction.
It had become more than he could bear when he saw the infomercial. He had tried to meet other women, but they were not Laura. Even dating and sex with someone else was not the same. He was bad off and had to make a change or self-destruct. That’s when Matt visited Dr. Michaels.
THE FIRST VISIT
“Come in Matt” said Dr. Michaels. “Have a seat over here, and tell me again what we discussed on the phone.” he said. Matt gave him the whole story, of a summer romance that went into winter, and how all would have been well had it not been for that one or two bad days they had. Now he knew she would have forgiven him and all would be fine, had she not been so distraught as to get into a scene where she had more to lose than gain, but hey, the other guy gave her a ring. The Dr. was thoughtful.
“So you want to forget this whole thing ever happened, and clear you mind and soul, be at peace.” Asked the Dr. “Yes, that’s about it”. Said Matt. “That’s pretty tough, but it can be done. It will require regression therapy, and memory replacement, you’ll need a few sessions but I think it can be done quickly. Say, what’s so special about this gal that you can’t get over her?” he said. Matt pulled out a photo of the brown haired blue-eyed beauty, a doppelganger for Sela Ward. The Dr. almost lost his composure. He HAD to have her, after all that Matt had explained. He calmly gave the picture back to Matt.
“Would you like to get started?” the Dr. asked. “Sure,” said Matt. They began. “Matt”, I want you to sit with your legs straight, and arms relaxed. Let your energy flow from your fingertips and toes. Relax the top of your head, now completely relax. Now relax your neck muscles, you shoulder, your upper back. Breathe in relaxation and exhale tension and stress. Completely relax you upper torso, your chest, you abdomen. Allow the feeling of relaxation to travel to your arms, upper and lower, to your hands, and to your fingertips. Relax.” Matt was going under. His highly stressed state made him very suggestible. “Relax, now and let the feeling of relaxation travel down your waist, to your genitals, and to your thighs. Let it travel down your legs to your feet and to your toes.
On the count of five you’ll be deep, deep asleep.” Matt was under. Now the Dr. had some questions. “This woman, Laura, you’re pining over, has she gotten married yet?” asked the Dr. “No, just engaged and with doubts.” said Matt. “Hmmm. sounds like they need pre-marriage counseling with a free weekend vacation voucher to get them in the door.” said the Dr. He began taking notes. “Matt” can you remember her address? I’ll need that from you.” e said slyly. Matt gave him the address, cell number, phone numbers and where she worked. The Dr. had a plan to visit were she worked, plant suggestions about his services, then send a mailer, and get them in for a “consultation.”
Matt revealed the fiancée was trying to quit smoking. The Dr. would use that as an excuse as well. Now off to handle Matt. He would get him over her, and into the kid of woman that would make the former girlfriend lose all interest in him. “Matt, describe you ideal woman for me, physically” , said the Dr.
Then Matt described a tall thin brunette, with bright eyes, long legs, and a sultry voice. “Very good Matt. I want you to tell me specifically what gets you aroused about a woman, and what runs through your mind at the moment of orgasm” said the Dr. “Right before I cum, I imagine the woman on a pedestal, looking up at her beauty and I think about how much I love her and want to please her sexually. Getting her off makes me happy, and reinforces my sexual prowess.” said Matt. “Wow, what a hopeless romantic” thought the Dr. “How do you feel about blondes?” asked the Dr. “Never trusted them, they are the opposite of what I see myself with long term.” said Matt.
“Hmmm. Now Matt, whenever you see a blonde, but not just any blonde, you will have the image in your head that makes you cum. She will have to be short, heavy-set, smoke, and have a whiny voice. You’ll cruise the thrift shops and Laundromats of the lower income neighborhoods, until you find your white trash goddess. Are you a breast man by chance?” asked the Dr. “Yes,” said Matt. “Is it because the bosom makes you feel secure and safe?” asked the doctor? “Yes” said Matt. “Well now, you will find only the feet of the white trash goddess can make you feel that same sensation. You will find yourself going to the internet to look at the foot web sites, and develop an ever increasing foot fetish to the point where it takes the feet to get you off. The loud whiny voice of your heavy-set new woman as you try to make love to her feet, will put you in a state of bliss, even if she protests and thinks you are a pervert. It will only arouse you more. You’ll never hesitate to want to grovel at and lick her pudgy little feet clean.” Said the Dr. “Tall thin Brunettes bore you, completely leave you unexcited. You could not get it up with one if you wanted. You find them to be dull and unexciting.” He told Matt.
Matt had a whole new set of parameters as to his taste in women but the Dr. still needed to make sure that the ex would not have a chance with him. “Matt, he said.” Last summer you worked harder at your job than you have ever worked. You were too busy to date but did not mind. You had a lone, but productive summer. When you remember that summer you have no recollection of dating. You cannot under any circumstances be made to remember or want to remember anything but a summer alone, happy and productive.
If you ever meet anyone who claims to have been with you that summer, they are obviously hallucinating. You had a great cross-country drive, went to the Grand Canyon, and worked the rest of the time. Any time you meet a tall thin brunette, you can smell rotten eggs coming off of her, and if you ever meet anyone named “Laura” you will immediately feel cold and indifferent. You need to flash back to anyone you ever met named Laura now with me Matt, and each face you see will irreversibly erase, and be replaced by a blank” Satisfied that Matt would not even remember the girl, and would go for a different type, he was ready to wake him up.
“Matt, you are about to awake, and will need to have your sessions reinforced once a week to keep you mentally healthy. You will not only accept all the suggestions we made to get your mind off you ex, you will embrace them with fervor. Your taste in women has always been what it is now, after our discussion. Your fetish has been there as long as you can remember. You will go home and say the phrase ‘Dr. Michaels rules” then go into a hypnotic state, under which you will get rid of or destroy any traces of things, letters or photos of any woman who is not your white trash blonde goddess ideal. After that is done, you’ll count up to 3, awake and feel refreshed. Let’s awake now on the count of three”. Matt awoke.
“So buddy, how do you feel now? Over those feelings of depression and stress you had when you came in? Asked the Dr. “Yes, I feel great, I can’t even remember why I was so stressed out in the first place, actually.” Said Matt, a little concerned. “You won’t be smoking any more, I’ll wager, and no more worries, eh?” Said the doc Matt left for now, and decided he’d stop in to the Laundromat and cruise for a sexy, short blonde on the way home.
THE NEXT DAY
Dr. Michaels walked into the store where Matt’s ex worked, and noticed exactly why Matt was so hooked. The woman behind the counter could have been a hypnotist herself, with beauty like that. The Dr. walked over to her and asked a few questions. “Hi there, I couldn’t help but notice that you had an engagement ring on.” He said. “Yeah, I designed it myself”, she said. “Why do you ask?” “You may have seen my commercials on TV and asked yourself, “is a pre-marriage counseling session really what I need before I make one of life’s most important decisions...you may find yourself wondering how you’ll be able o handle married life without a pre-planning to understand each other better. You may find yourself wanting to call my office and bring your fiancée in for a free consultation and get the promo weekend retreat just for scheduling a second set of sessions. You will need to call today after looking at my card several times.” He said. There were implied hypnotic commands in everything he said, and at Laura’s current schedule of 50+ hours per week, she was very suggestible. She took his card. He looked at her and deduced she was a physical, rather than an emotional subject, and when the bookstore emptied for a moment, and she came from behind the counter to restock some books, he followed her. Sure they were isolated, he used a stage hypnosis trick and when he dropped a book, as she bent to pick it up, he tugged her arm and put her under. She collapsed to the floor. “Deeper, deeper trance now Laura” he said. “You will stand and appear alert and awake but in fact you are still deep asleep, and are aware of nothing but my voice and my instructions. Stand now, and accept my every instruction, idea and command.
She stood up slowly, stiffly. Her bright eyes glassed over, looking but not seeing. Her movements were mechanical. Dr. Michaels whispered as not to arouse suspicion. “Laura, you desperately need to attend a counseling session with me, and seek my guidance and instruction. Bring your fiancée and don’t take no for an answer. When I call you on the phone, the second you hear my voice you instantly go into this state, but 10x deeper, and ten times more responsive to my commands. In person I only need say, “go under”. My voice reaches deep inside you and triggers the feelings that make you orgasm when you are with a lover. Only MY voice can do that Laura, and you’ll hover on the edge of orgasm, unable to release until I give you permission. You require and desire my permission. Do you understand?
“Yes, Dr. " was her soft reply. “Very good, now I’ll say “snap out of it” and you’ll awake, not remembering being hypnotized but acting on all my suggestions.” Said the Dr. Then Laura awoke and put the books on the shelf. He spoke. “Well, I’ve taken enough of your time, thank you for looking for that book anyway!” He turned and exited. Laura trembled and watched him walk away. “Wow, that guy has a great voice, I can’t wait to schedule an appointment with him.” she thought to herself as she noticed she was getting wet.
THAT NIGHT
Laura closed the store. Her fiancée was at home, asleep, after a long day. Her cell phone rang. “Laura, it’s Dr. Michaels.” he said. Her body went stiff, her expression went blank, and she stood immobilized and glassy eyed. “Can you hear me Laura? He asked” “Yes, Dr.” “Very good, now listen carefully my dear. You will have several dreams tonight and every time you sleep until we meet. You will have a small, quiet orgasm to yourself as you awake from each dream. You will not need to touch yourself, in fact, you cannot.” In your first dream you will imagine yourself in my office, being hypnotized, getting excited about giving away control to me. You will desire to go deeper and deeper under hypnosis and under control, and seeing yourself laying there like a wax figure, willing to be posed in any position that pleases me. My voice will bring you close to orgasm and when I say, ‘follow Dr’s Orders’, you will orgasm. Your second dream will have you on your knees, and when you look up and see me staring down at you, ordering you to take my penis in your hand, you will take it right into your mouth and awake in orgasm.
Your third dream will be one of complete and total submission. You see yourself wearing only your favorite black panties, and black bra, in a hypnotic trance, your arms extended in front of you, on stage at a gathering of professional hypnotists. I will give you a series of commands ranging from behaving like a robot, to posing as a mannequin, to crawling on all fours, to performing fellatio on anyone I call from the audience without hesitation. I will be able to make your mind blank, and awaken you with no memory of your trance. Surrendering this much control will fulfill your life long fantasies of having a master you obey completely. Also Laura, every little thing that has ever annoyed you about your fiancée will magnify by 10% every hour, daily until we meet. You will schedule a Thursday appointment, and will take as many naps as you can squeeze into your schedule.
You will now will hang up the phone on the count of three, not remember it ringing, and then snap out of it” He said.
THURSDAY
After several days of erotic dreams about that Dr. and a growing annoyance with her fiancée, Laura was so very happy to finally be at the appointment. Her fiancée John, was perplexed and stressed out He could not figure out her change in behavior, lack of sex drive, and all the extra time she had been taking naps.
The Dr. Began. “As you two are well aware, marriage is not to be entered into lightly, and people can find out things they were not aware of too late...” He continued and asked John if he felt he could relax enough to talk. John was resistant, but the Dr. had some great tools at his disposal, and suggested John needed to try an anti-anxiety cocktail to relax. Laura insisted he do it as well. The laced liquid tasted cool and sweet. John felt himself getting very relaxed and comfortable. There was enough in it to put him into a sold trance state. The Dr. then decided to put him under deeper until he was ready for suggestions. Laura sat there quietly in awe of the power of hypnosis. She was just about to ask a relationship question. when the Dr. coldly stated. “Go under.” She was instantly entranced, stiff, and glassy eyed. The doctor looked at the two of them. This lucky bastard had it all he thought, from what Matt said about Laura, she was everything the Doctor Michaels had been looking for.
MEANWHILE
Having forgotten he ever had a summer fling with the beautiful Laura, Matt gazed up lovingly at the short, chain smoking, heavyset bleached blonde he had met at the Laundromat. Her thick, oily calves felt good in his hands, her sweaty skin glistened as he removed her sandals, and began to lick her soft, moist, padded feet. “Damn, nobody ever paid attention to my feet before. " she said. Matt feverishly sniffed, licked and sucked on her feet until he trembled in release. He came like a rocket as she blew smoke in his face and she began coughing. He could not wait to feel her full weight crushing him, to ram his tongue into her cigarette tasting mouth, to swallow her saliva like wine, and have her ride him until he could not walk. This made so much sense he thought. This was his ideal woman. He wanted to worship her like a goddess.
BACK AT DR. MICHAEL’S
Laura was kneeling in the corner like a pose able sex doll in an Amsterdam store window, wearing nothing but panties and her pumps. the Dr. removed his throbbing member from her posed open mouth, and wiped it off in her hair. Laura’s mouth remained open like an oblivious sex doll as the semen trickled own her throat. John sat slumped in his chair, oblivious. “John, do you like to drink?” He asked, as he zipped his pants. “Yes,” he said. “Well now it takes three times as much alcohol for you to get the same buzz., and that pisses you off. You will blame Laura and her lack of attention to you sexually for needing to drink more. You will yell loud and often, at every little thing. You will find your penis has betrayed you when you finally do get close to her, and again, it’s her fault. You want a pudgy blonde, not this bone-skinny brunette who pisses you off. Every time you look at her face you will remember something in your past that pissed you off, and associate it with her. She is your ball and chain, and she has made you miserable. You will casually use the word ‘whore” in reference to her in front of her, and all the little quirks you tolerate now will magnify and annoy you terribly. Every time you look at her she will seem skinnier and dirtier to you.”
Meanwhile, Laura kneeled, oblivious, unable to listen to anything because she was convinced she was a solid rubber sex doll, posed by her owner, unhearing, un-seeing, just there. She was only able to feel her service holes being used by her owner until otherwise instructed by the Dr. She was oblivious to her fiancées programming, and was simply running all those great dreams through her sex doll head until touched on the nose, when she would awaken under her Dr’s total control.
John was sufficiently twisted now, thought the Doctor. Laura was becoming increasingly obsessed with the idea of losing all control and being hypnotized and owned by her doctor. In another week she would be so programmed, so conditioned, that the thought of being hypnotized and then giving up all thought and control would be complete. Total. Doctor Michaels had instilled the desire to increase the depth of her hypnosis with each session, and the intensity of her pleasure to increase as well. Since engaged life had put a couple pounds on Laura since she had been with Matt, the Dr. instructed her to start hitting the gym, daily and hard. Laura was instructed to eat foods that would make her fill full but would really deprive her of nutrition, thus making her brainwashing that much more intense. She would be toned, lean and more easily taken completely.
He had it planned out, that by the end of two more weeks John would move out for good, and on that weekend Laura would spend 48 hours straight in trance, repeating to herself all her new commands the Dr. would instill. She would be irrevocably reprogrammed as his creation. There was a convention in Atlantic City at the end of the month and his colleagues would be blown away at this incredibly hot woman who responded practically to remote control. He could condition responses to a series of beeps and tones, and she would literally be on remote control. He could use his cell phone in 3 note increments and attach them to a command. Dial 173 and fellatio. Dial 174 and robot, 175 to crawl on all fours, 176 to blank her mind, 169 and she’d 69 with another woman, etc. Her blue tooth would pick up the tones and she would obey. He almost exploded thinking about it, it got him hard again, so he rushed over to the kneeling Laura and shot another load down her throat.
On Matt’s next session, he would make it a point to have him schedule a way for John meet his new girlfriend, and want to meet her heavier sister desperately. The two of them would be over Laura, forgotten by one, and despised by the other. They would pine over and adore the two bloated blondes and move into their trailers with them, completely content.
Laura and all that was hers would be his to do with what he pleased. He discovered Laura had a teenage daughter, whom he could possess should he tired of Laura, or if she noticed the changes in her mother’s behavior.