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Trigger Warning: Some non-specific discussion of sexual abuse and past traumas.
The woman smiled at me, looked a little confused and asked, “So you’re not here to be hypnotized?”
I smiled, shook my head and tried to explain, “No, as I say I’m a sex therapist. I work with individuals and couples who are having intimacy issues. I work with a lot of women who have been assaulted sexually and aren’t comfortable with the sort of physical contact that traditional sex revolves around.”
“I read a magazine article and how you’re able to make people orgasm without physical contact,” I said, “with hypnosis.”
The hypnodomme nodded once more. Clearly, it seemed to click for her what it was that I was looking for. I wasn’t wanting to be hypnotized myself, but if her skills could be used to help my patients live healthier sex lives then learning more about hypnosis was something I clearly needed to explore.
The article had been in-depth, and actually pretty hot if I was honest with myself. The idea that with just words and a bit of amateur psychology someone could have a profound physical impact on a body’s sexual response was sexy. Of course, I taught the people that I worked with that the mind was our largest sexual organ, and I suppose hypnosis was just a way of activating that. If dirty talk could be effective in turning people on, then so could this.
I hadn’t had occasion to study hypnosis during my psychology courses in college so I really did not know much about it beyond what was on TV.
“So you want me to come and talk with your clients?” she asked.
I shook my head, “No. I think you might be a little too intense for some of my clients. They’re trying to get comfortable with their sexuality, the full dominitrix thing might scare some of them celibate for life. What I was hoping was maybe you could teach me, how you do what you do. Then I could start incorporating it into my sessions.”
Madame Entrancement considered this for a moment. She nodded, “I am sure we can come to an agreement about rates where you pay me for lessons. We’ll also need an agreement in place that you’re not going to start competing with me. You’re a beautiful woman, I don’t want to start losing business if you decide to change career paths from therapist to domme.”
I laughed, “Nothing could be further from my mind, but sure absolutely. Madame Entrancement, thank you.”
“Call me Nicole. I’m glad you found me and enjoyed the article,” she said, becoming a little more conversational now that we’d moved past the business and having been given her first name. Being able to call her something other than her official title of Madame Entrancement (which I thought was a silly name) helped relax me a bit.
“It was really good,” I said, in regards to the article.
“It was fun, talking to the reporter and answering her questions. Like you, she was a bit nervous at the start, erotic hypnosis can be an intimidating topic. Everyone thinks about being turned into sexual slaves because we associate it with the hypnosis we see on TV and in movies. Unthinking, unbreakable commands controlling our minds,” she explained, “though obviously, some people find that very sexy. She certainly did, turns out that she had a real kinky side.”
I nodded, “I guess that’s kind of what I’d have thought if I thought about it much at all. Things like Kaa, I guess was my idea of hypnosis.”
Nicole smiled and turned to a keyboard on her desk. She typed a few words and then the big screen TV behind her desk in the office flickered on showing the face of Kaa from the Disney movie. The animated snake’s head bobbed and his eyes turned various colors.
“Kaa’s a favorite for a lot of people. I keep various induction focal points qued up for working with new submissives. Kaa, swingings watches, spirals, that sort of thing,” she explained, “Just like I’m sure you want your patients to think of things that arouse them when talking about sex, I want to my subs to think of what they think hypnosis is.”
I watched as Kaa’s face moved and his eyes kept changing color. It was clear that the animation was on a loop, as it kept restarting and the scene never progressed beyond the snake’s face to show any of the other characters in the movie.
“Yeah, sometimes we’ll watch porn clips or something to help patients get more comfortable talking about sex,” I said, agreeing with her.
“Hypnosis is all about being comfortable dear,” she said. I noticed her stand and dim the lights. Looking away from the face of Kaa to the leather-clad dominatrix I nodded, “I do want my patients to be comfortable.”
She walked behind me and put her fingers to my temples, gently directing my gaze back to the screen and the snake’s eyes. Gently the began to massage my temples, it felt good but slightly concerning. I was ready to leave now, having reached an agreement for training.
“This is a special edit of this scene, just look close and you’ll see a hidden message,” she said.
“I don’t think I want,” I began, realizing that she was starting to hypnotize me. I hadn’t come here for that, though I had paid for an hour of her time to talk to her about the potential for being trained.
“Yes, don’t think dear, just look for a second,” she said in a sweet, syrupy voice.
The loop of Kaa started again, but this time I could swear that I saw a word appear then quickly fade. Then another, staying slightly longer but still too faint to properly register.
I tried to reassert the fact that I wasn’t here to be hypnotized, but my mouth and head felt full of cotton. I opened my mouth to speak but my jaw just relaxed and hung open. Another word appeared then faded. This time I managed to read it, it said ‘obey’.
“I’ve never had a sex therapist before,” she said as she continued to massage away my thoughts, “I’m going to keep you. Oh, we’ll do some actual good and help your patients, but after work, you’ll be my pet. I just broke up with my girlfriend, so you’ll be a nice new piece of arm candy. Now just relax, watch Kaa and listen to my voice. You have much to learn.”
I awoke with a start, no longer in her office. I was naked save for a sheer silk shirt. I felt wet, aroused. I noticed Mistress watching me from a chair, she smiled.
“I know you liked the idea of cumming with just a word. Well dear you’re about to, and once your orgasm subsides you’ll be completely in love with me,” she smiled, a predator’s grin on her face.
I tried to say something, as I tried to reorientate myself to my new space but she beat me to it.
“Pussy willow,” she said and an orgasm, the strongest I’d ever felt, hit me like a tidal wave. I shouted out in sudden pleasure, tensing my body as it struck me. When it subsided, I blinked and looked at Mistress, knowing just how perfect she was and how much I loved her.
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