Disclaimer: The following story fragments are fantasies involving sex and hypnosis. They include adult situations and language, and feature fictional characters doing illegal, immoral and/or impossible things to other fictional characters. Do not read any further if you are under the age of consent in your community, are offended by such material, or want to do illegal, immoral or impossible things in real life.
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As the copyright indicates, these shorts were written over several months, in the order given. While they all revolve around the same character, there is little direct connection from one to the next.
In Therapy
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1.
“Open your eyes, Millie.”
Millie blinked, yawned, stretched luxuriously, and shook her head, sending her reddish curls tumbling. She looked around, smiling, but her blue eyes were puzzled.
“I’m sorry, sir. I must have dozed off for a moment. What were we talking about?”
“You don’t remember?” His voice was stern. “You must pay better attention in the future.”
“Yes, sir. I’m sorry, sir.” Meek.
“That’s all right. I forgive you, but don’t ever let it happen again. Do you understand?”
“I understand, sir.” Smiling again.
“Good. Now then. We were talking about how I hypnotized you. Do you remember?”
“Oh! Yes, sir! I remember very clearly now!”
“What do you remember, Millie?”
“That it was my idea to have you hypnotize me. Completely my idea. I insisted, and I’m glad I did. It was a very therapeutic and relaxing experience. I enjoyed it very much, and I would very much like to be hypnotized by you again. Please hypnotize me, sir.”
“Maybe later. You’re not currently under hypnosis, are you, Millie?”
“Oh, no, sir!” Wide-eyed. “I’d know instantly if I was under hypnosis!”
“Just checking.” A pause. “You say you enjoyed being under hypnosis?”
“Yes, sir!”
“So much so, you’d recommend me to your attractive female friends, tell them I could help them with their problems, send them to see me?”
“Of course, sir.”
“And what important thing must you always remember when you mention me to your friends?”
“I must never mention your use of your special hypno-therapy. People are so narrow-minded and suspicious about these sort of things, they’d refuse the help they so desperately need. Once my friends have begun your treatment program, then they’ll understand.”
“Good, Millie. Very good.” He picked up a box from a nearby desk and opened it, revealing a jumbled pile of small white cylinders. “Would you like a cigarette? It must have been quite some time since you last had one.”
Millie wrinkled up her pert nose. “Eww. No. Those things are gross.” She blinked. “Did.. did I use to smoke cigarettes, sir? Why would I do something stupid like that?”
“I don’t know, but don’t worry about it.” He returned the box to the desk. “Now, Millie, this is very important. Sit up straight and listen carefully. That’s right. Where are we?”
“In your office, sir.”
“Are we alone?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You’re sure?”
Millie frowned and looked carefully around the tasteful office, then nodded confidently. “Yes, sir. I’m completely sure.”
“Good. What am I wearing?”
“A gray pinstriped suit with a red tie, sir.” She looked down. “And shiny black shoes.”
“And what are you wearing?”
Another glance downward. “I’m naked, sir.”
“Correct. When we are alone in my office, and you are naked, what is my proper title?”
Mille gasped in horror. “Master! Oh, I’m so sorry, Master! Why didn’t I remember that?”
She suddenly giggled, and daintily covered her mouthful of bright white teeth. “I seem to have forgotten a lot of things. How very strange.”
A tolerant smile. He rose to his feet, looked into an empty corner of the room and said,
“Tansy, Brenda, come here.”
Millie stared into the corner, vaguely concerned.
“Master? I don’t see..”
He patted her absently on the head. “Never mind, Millie. It’s time for phase two of this week’s session.”
“Yes, Master.” Millie slid her slender body smoothly off the chair, down onto her knees. He started undoing his belt...
“Now then... ahhhh... girls, watch carefully... oh, yeah.... very carefully... study Millie’s technique... memorize it... notice how she prolongs my pleasure by knowing.... just when to ease off on her sucking and... umm... licking.... Remember, helping your partner.. umm.. achieve maximum pleasure is more important than anything. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Wake up, Millie.”
Millie blinked and cast a cool gaze around the empty office, her eyes eventually returning to Fred. “Oh, sorry, Fred. I must have dozed off there for a moment. What were we talking about?”
“Nothing important. Didn’t you say that you were late for an appointment?”
“That’s right.” Millie glanced at her watch and then rose to her feet, smoothing her oddly crumpled sundress with a slight frown. Fred stood as well, running a well-manicured hand through his slicked-back black hair.
“Say, Millie, I’ve been meaning to ask, have you ever been hypnotized?”
“No. Never. And I’d never let anyone try, either, for any reason.”
“Not even me?” A self-mocking smile.
“No, Fred, not even you.”
“Ah well. Oh... Cigarette?” Fred held out a wooden box full of them; Millie glanced at them indifferently as she slung her purse over her shoulder.
“No, thanks. I gave them up.”
“Oh, that’s right. I forgot. Good for you. See you next week?”
“Of course, Fred. I’m looking forward to it.” She smiled for the first time since opening her eyes. As she left the office, Millie wondered vaguely why she kept coming back to see Fred after...
Now that...
When she...?
Then she smiled again, and knew the answer. She’d ask Fred at her session next week. It was just wonderful how many of her questions could be answered that way anymore. She hurried off to her apartment. She had to prepare herself for her appointment with a Mr. Rufus Jones at the Imperial Hotel. Room 410. 8:00 PM.
As Millie stepped into the elevator, a strange brief thought flickered across her mind.
“I hope he’s not as ugly as some of the others...”
She puzzled for a moment, wondering what it could mean, then gave a mental shrug and dismissed it..