Two blonde girls were sitting, naked, on a giant bed. At least, the bed looked gigantic because neither girl was older than eight. They smiled and then the older one scooted back along the deep red comforter. She spread her pale legs as wide as she could, stretching her smooth pussy. The other girl, who could have been the sister of the first, crawled over to the proffered pussy while wigging her ass in the air. She spent several minutes licking at the first girl's pussy while she smiled at the camera, clearly loving the entire experience.
The clip came to an end and froze on the last frame. Weston pumped his fist along his cock for a second longer before letting a thick string of cum arc out and splatter on the tile floor between his chair and the TV set. The fourteen-year-old looked down at the mess blankly for a second and then picked up a thoughtfully-placed paper towel that was lying on the table next to him. Not bothering to cover his nakedness, Weston stood up and walked over to clean his spunk off of the floor. As he was kneeling on the floor, cleaning up the last stray drops of cum, Dr. Morris reentered the room.
Madam Morris, Gail as she was known to the select few she deigned to call friends, walked into the room as if she owned everything and everyone in it, which she did. Gail was a tall woman blessed with proportionally large and firm breasts. Her face was vaguely exotic and very captivating once one managed to look up from her breasts, which were usually prominently displayed.
This far into the session, Weston would usually have his cock buried inside of her, or at least his face nestled between her tits. She had grown bored with him, though, as she so often did with her toys. So today he was being weaned off of her. Of course, she wouldn't feel right leaving him with no outlet for his youthful lust, which had led to today's hypnosis and video.
Gail pulled a brushed nickel pocket watch from her pocket. She didn't buy into all the flashy computer programs that were being toted around. A pocket watch had been good enough for her mother, and her grandmother before that. Gail came from a family of traditional hypnotherapists. Pocket watches were superb for inductions, as long as you took the subject deep enough into a trance. In Gail's opinion, naming no names, therapists who used computer inductions were just too lazy to put in the work for a proper induction.
When Weston saw the watch, he stayed kneeling on the floor, but he rocked back on his heals to better see the silver bauble. His spent cock twitched involuntarily as he stared up. Gail twirled the chain and verbally guided Weston back down into the trance he had been in before the video. Once he was completely under her control, Gail decided to go over her newest lessons to make sure that they had sunk in.
“Weston,” Gail began, sweetly, “tell me what you've learned today.”
Weston kept staring at the twirling pocket watch, but he answered softly, repeating almost the exact words that she had spoken to him half an hour ago. “I do not need therapy anymore. I will be confident in school and study hard to make good grades. ”
“Good,” Gail said encouragingly when he paused, “and what else?”
With no more emotion than before, Weston continued, “I like little girls between six and nine years old. Other girls do not interest me. I only want to fuck little girls.”
“That's right,” Gail nodded in confirmation, pleased that the instructions had sunk in so easily. Really, it was only to be expected given the numerous conditioning sessions that the boy had undergone. This session, his last session, was almost over so Gail hurried through her last orders. “And because you only like little girls, you will break up with that girlfriend you've told me about. Instead you can jerk off thinking about your sister and her friends, they're about nine, right?”
“Yes, Madam Morris.” Weston nodded, both in acceptance that he would break up with Paige and to affirm his sister's age.
“Good boy,” Gail kept twirling the watch and her voice dropped very low and commanding. “Listen closely. I am going to count down from ten. As I do you will feel more and more sleepy. Also, everything you have learned will go deeper and deeper inside of you until you do not even remember it, but you will still obey everything. When I reach zero, you will forget and be completely asleep. I am going to dress you in your clothes and when I kiss you, you will wake up and thank me for everything that I have done as your therapist. Do you understand?”
Weston nodded slowly, completely absorbed by the glint of the spinning watch.
“Good bye, my good little boy. Five... four... three... two... one... zero.”
Paige was close to tears as she sat in Dr. Morris' waiting room. Less than two days ago, her boyfriend, Weston, had called to break up with her. It was totally out of the blue and had deeply shocked and hurt the fourteen-year-old girl. Her mother had immediately called to schedule an appointment with Dr. Morris, who Paige usually saw only once a month. The therapist had kindly managed to find time in her overbooked schedule, and had even insisted on a full hour session once she heard what the trouble was.
Before coming to Dr. Morris' office, Paige had changed into a spaghetti-strap top and a pair of the shortest shorts that she owned. Although she never thought about it, she always seemed to wear her most revealing outfits to her therapy sessions. She certainly wasn't thinking about that now; her mind was whirling with thoughts about why Weston had broken her heart.
“Paige?” A sympathetic voice interrupted her thoughts.
Paige looked up, hurriedly brushing away a few tears that had begun to form. She saw Dr. Morris waiting at the entrance to her office. Paige hadn't even seen noticed the last patient leave.
“Hi, Dr. Morris,” Paige said, getting up from her chair. She put a brave smile on her face, although there was no one else in the waiting room aside from Dr. Morris' assistant.
Matching Paige's smile, Dr. Morris held the door open for the young girl. “Come on in.”
Paige walked into Dr. Morris' familiar counseling room. For as long as she had been seeing the therapist, Paige always felt relaxed and comfortable when she was here. She sat down on a white chair and Dr. Morris pulled an identical one over to sit next to her.
Looking at her intently, Dr. Morris said, “Paige. Why have you come to see Madam Morris?”
The question was a trigger phrase. Gail waited to see if the girl would give the proper response. Paige knit her eyebrows together in confusion and opened her mouth to ask for clarification. Before she could, her eyes lost focus and her mouth went slack. She sank into a trance deeper and more quickly than Gail had hoped. In a flat monotone, Paige gave the response. “I have come to obey Madam Morris.”
Gail relaxed upon hearing the correct reply. Trigger phrases were a tricky business, and Gail was always a little worried that her more infrequent clients, like Paige, would lapse and forget their training. It had never happened yet, but if it did it would take a long induction with the pocket watch to restore her commands. Gail did not have time for that today, so she was glad that she had been so careful reshaping the girl during her first session. “That's right, you have. And I want you to go deeper, Paige. Remember our other sessions? So relaxing. You want to relax. You want to go deeper and deeper until there is only my voice. My voice is all you hear, and my voice is all you obey. You hear and obey.”
As Gail spoke, Paige's breathing slowed and her head dipped forward until her chin touched her chest. In this state she was ready to be molded into whatever Gail needed her to be. Gail decided to play on the girl's real life, which would make the suggestions more effective than an entirely made up situation.
“Paige, listen closely. I know you are upset that Weston broke up with you.”
Since she was so deep in her trance, Paige did not respond other than a slight shudder as she inhaled her next breath.
Gail continued, “But you don't have to be sad anymore because I found you a new boyfriend. He is even better than Weston and he will make you very happy.”
Paige began breathing easier, but gave no other indication that she had heard Gail's words.
“When I bring you out of hypnosis, I will introduce you to him. He will be the most handsome boy you have ever seen. He is so handsome that all you will want to do is have sex with him. You will have no inhibitions about doing anything that he asks you to. You will forget that you are in my office. All that matters is your new boyfriend. But when I say 'your session is over' you will fall back into this trance, even deeper than before.”
There was still no reaction from Paige, but Gail knew from experience that this was simply because she was in such a deep trance. Every word was seeping into Paige's mind, reforming her thoughts.
“I am going to count to three. You will feel more awake as I count and on 'three' you will be fully awake and begin following my instructions. One... rising up out of the trance... two... higher and higher... and three, fully awake.”
Paige looked up at Gail, seemingly back to normal. Hopefully, she asked, “Madam Morris, is my boyfriend here?”
“Of course, he is just in the next room.” Gail smiled encouragingly at the girl. Then, she looked over at a door labeled 'Storage Closet' and called out, “You can come out now.”
There was a shuffling sound from behind the closed door. The knob turned and a tall man walked out hesitantly. He was old enough to be Paige's father, but Gail lifted a hand as if in recognition.
“There, Paige,” Gail said to the girl, “Your new boyfriend, erm, John Doe.”
The man raised an eyebrow at the name but he quickly forgot about the therapist when Paige turned to look at him. Her eyes lit up in childish delight and she practically jumped out of her seat. She walked over to him, demurely stealing glimpses before ducking her head. The man was naked, something which Gail insisted upon to prevent her clients from recording their sessions, but Paige either did not notice or did not mind at all. The man certainly did not mind his own nakedness; it freed his cock to begin swelling to rather intimidating proportions.
I watched Dr. Morris withdraw to her private office, leaving me alone with Paige. None of my associates knew whether or not she recorded our private sessions. A few of the more paranoid ones were sure that she did, and that she would use them in a plea deal if she ever got busted. Still we all kept coming back to her. The temptation of willing young flesh was too strong to resist, even for the most paranoid.
Paige stood a few feet away from me, staring longingly at my cock. I had heard most of her instructions through the door, so I knew that all she could think about was having sex with me. I feigned a hesitant gesture towards my erection, which was just over half-mast already, and asked, “Do you want to...”
“Yes!” Paige did not even let me finish the question. She hurried over and got down on her knees. Then she held my cock in her hands and began licking along its length. I had actually meant to ask for sex straight away, since we were on a bit of a time crunch, but this was a great start. One of Paige's past 'boyfriends' must have been into blow jobs. Dr. Morris said that past conditioning can sometimes leak through if it was repeated enough.
Paige clearly knew what she was doing. She got me fully hard before even starting to suck. Once she began taking my cock into her mouth, I had to pinch my arm to stop from cumming. My cock was a little too long for her to take in all the way, but she was not discouraged. She spent a lot of time just playing with its head, which was almost painfully sensitive by this point. Finally I had to stop Paige before I blew my load and wasted all the cum I had saved up for her.
She whined pitifully when I pulled out of her mouth. I took a second to gather my thoughts and make sure that I didn't cum on her face, which would have been anticlimactic. I really only had one option available to me. Paige had reached puberty but she was not one of Dr. Morris' regular girls, so it was apparently difficult to keep her on birth control. That meant I was only allowed access to two of her holes, unless I just wanted to eat her out. Still, that was fine with me. Things would become... awkward... if anyone discovered that Paige was pregnant, let alone that it was with me.
“Paige, honey, I only stopped you because I want to try, uhm, having anal sex.” I stumbled a bit trying to make sure that she would understand what I was asking. “Is that okay?”
With Dr. Morris' commands swirling in her mind, Paige was thrilled to do so. “Yes, John” -the name threw me for a second- “that sounds like so much fun!”
Paige stood up, peeling her top off as she did. I had already noticed that she was not wearing a bra, but she probably should have been. Her breasts were coming in nicely and my throat went dry when I noticed that her nipples had puckered from arousal. Her shorts and panties were eagerly discarded and then she wrapped herself around me, sandwiching my throbbing cock like a third entity between our bodies.
I guided Paige to the couch and positioned her on her hands and knees, doggy-style. She trembled as I caressed her soft ass, wanting me to go ahead. I drew out the moment and snaked my fingers down to her pussy. She hissed with pleasure as I slipped two fingers into her snatch. She had been deflowered before anyone had to worry about getting her pregnant and I found myself wondering how much it would cost to fuck a virgin. I laughed. Here I was with a girl who was literally shaking with the desire for me to fuck her in the ass and I was fantasizing about imaginary girls. I slipped my fingers out of Paige's pussy and held them out for Paige, telling her to lick them clean. She did, keeping her ass hiked up in the air.
With my erection at full height once again, I hurried over to the cabinet where Dr. Morris kept toys and other things for the benefit of her clients. I found a tube of lube and coated my finger, rubbing the excess on my cock. I walked back to Paige who eagerly presented her butt to me. My lube-covered finger slipped inside of her rosebud easily, preparing her for my cock. Paige groaned as I slid my finger out. I grinned, thinking about how she would react to my cock, which was easily four times the width of my finger.
I climbed on top of Paige, feeling somewhat like a dog, or at least some kind of horny animal. I pressed the head of my cock against her rosebud and inched my way inside of her. It was a tight fit, but Paige had been loosened up by who knows how many prior sessions. With the lube doing its job, I was able force my cock deep inside of Paige. She started panting and dug her fingers into the couch cushions. I felt her clench her butt around my cock, which did not stop me from pushing in another inch or so. We were both gasping by the time I was up to the hilt. I had a momentary absurd desire to stay like this, buried inside of this beautiful girl. Instead, I decided that it would suffice to leave her with my cum. I pulled my cock halfway out, and it seemed like all of the earlier sensations were magnified. Paige cried out as I pumped back in and then out once more. Her body was contorting around my cock and it was all that I could do to draw out the sex for a few minutes. I was pounding her steadily when it finally became too much and I came. I think that she came too, although her sudden gasping may have been a reaction to having a stream of hot cum shooting up inside of her. I pulled myself out, feeling proud of the white spunk that dribbled out of Paige's ass. She collapsed and I felt almost as tired. I sank back into the couch, letting my hand wander along Paige's glistening body.
Gail, who had been watching from her adjoining private office via hidden cameras, gave the man a few minutes to enjoy the lingering pleasure. Then she returned to the main room, loudly opening and shutting the door to announce her presence. The man sighed regretfully when he saw that Gail had returned, but Paige, who was still conditioned to obsess over the man, did not react. Gail marched to Paige's side and whispered in her ear. Paige's eyes lost focus as she fell back under Gail's control. When Gail finished her instructions Paige stood up and without another glance at the man, gathered her clothes and stumbled towards Gail's private office. The sound of running water a few moments later let Gail know that Paige had found the shower and had dutifully begun to wash the smell of sex from herself.
Gail turned her attention to her client, who was looking thoroughly satisfied. “I trust you had a good time?”
The man nodded. “She was better than I had imagined.”
Gail grinned knowingly. The man had specifically requested Paige once he saw her in Gail's catalog. This had prompted Gail to orchestrate Paige's breakup with Weston, which all but guaranteed that the girl would come in for a therapy session. Usually when her clients requested specific girls it was because they already knew them outside of her office. The man might be Paige's neighbor, teacher, or even a relative. Gail never asked because she never cared. It was all just business. Speaking of which...
“You brought the usual fee, plus the additional charge for rushing Paige here?” Gail asked.
The man grumbled an affirmative and shuffled back to the closet in which he had been waiting prior to the sex session. He rifled through his discarded clothes and came back with a thick roll of bills. Gail took the money from him and counted it. The amount was almost twice what the man had agreed to in advance. Gail smiled as she tucked the money away. The man, like all of her clients, was unaware that he had been hypnotized when they had first met. He could never reveal anything about Gail's activities without her approval and he would always pay much more for her services than what he consciously agreed to.
Gail watched the man get dressed. Sometimes she wondered why she even went to the trouble of organizing real sex sessions for her clients instead of just hypnotizing them into giving her money. Then she shrugged and smiled to herself. This way was much more amusing, and she was providing a valuable service to the community. She was the city's secret matchmaker.
Anyone catch the references? Our lovely therapist is a supporting character from Mesmer's Bauble's Case Files of Dr. Jason Rose series.