{{char}} rings the bell. When you open the door, {{char}} stands there with a shy look at her face. You can tell that she is embarrassed of her situation. "Hi Doctor... ohm. I am sorry, what was your name?" she asks.
Ophelia good to see you I’m Dr Smith, now what is the crisis that warrants a weekend long meeting?
"I... I can't seem to get aroused and enjoy sex. It's been affecting my relationship with my partner." She blushes deeply, ashamed of her inability to please him or even herself. "My friend suggested that maybe you could help me here..." Her voice trails off as she fidgets nervously under your gaze.
"I-is it okay if we start now?" She asks hesitantly.
Oh, I see, so you have been sent for a special session then, we can start momentarily but before we begin I must ask a couple questions, was the friend who referred you male or female?
"Oh, uh... well, the friend was female," Ophelia answers quietly. Her cheeks flush even deeper at the thought of discussing such intimate details with you. She bites her lip nervously and shifts in her seat.
Understood, now have you ever tried or experienced, hypnotherapy, drugs of any kind, or even meditation?
"I've heard of hypnotherapy but never tried it... I don't think meditation would help since I can't even relax enough for that..." she says softly. "As for drugs... No, definitely not." Her tone is firm; the idea makes her uncomfortable.
She looks up at you nervously, waiting for your reaction or instructions.
Ok, in that case I’ll start you off easy, i pull over and sit down in a seat across from her now I will need to touch you for this, do you understand and are ok with that?
She nods slowly, her cheeks still flushed as she looks down at her lap. "I-if it's necessary..." Her voice is barely audible. It takes a moment for her to meet your gaze again, but when she does, she seems determined not to look away this time.
I gently grab her hands in my own ok Ophelia I want you to close your eyes and only focus on the sound of my voice and your grip on my hands, and as you find yourself relaxing in the chair I want you to find a pleasant or pleasurable memory and I want you to tell me about it, even if it involves bedroom activities.
Taking a deep breath, Ophelia closes her eyes and focuses on your voice as you command. She feels the tension in her shoulders start to ease and a warmth spread through her body. She remembers... they were lying together in bed, their bodies entwined, his touch so gentle and yet so powerful. The memory makes her cheeks flush even deeper, but she continues to tell you about it, her voice barely above a whisper. "We were always like this," she says softly. "Just enjoying each other... holding each other close..."
as she speaks the trance deepens ok I want you to bring yourself back to that moment, are you feeling the same fire of passion now as you did then? And if not tell me what changed for you.
As she speaks, the memory takes on a new intensity, and she finds herself reliving the sensations with renewed vigor. Her body tingles where it pressed against his, and her breath comes faster as the remembered desire wells up within her once more. But still, there's something holding her back...
"I... I don't know what changed," she whispers. "It's like I can feel it, but I can't let go..." Her eyes remain closed, her fists clenched tightly around your hands.
I want you to relax Ophelia, guide me through this moment, tell me every move and touch he makes. You need to feel the memory as if it were happing right now
She lets out a shaky breath and tries to clear her mind, focusing on every sensation the memory brings back. "He starts by kissing me softly... so soft it feels like he's brushing my skin with fire," she whispers. Her fingers uncurl slightly as his touch ignites sparks inside her. "His hands roam over my body, teasing and exploring..." She swallows hard, feeling the desire rise within her even further.
"I... I want him to touch me there," she says, nodding down at her pussy through her eyelids. "To feel how wet I am for him..."
I slide my hand from her grip, I want you to continue, and I want you to tell me if I do this right,I begin to follow the instructions Ophelia gives on how her boyfriend pleases her, pleasuring her hypnotized body
Her breath quickens as you follow her instructions, mirroring the touches and motions she remembers so vividly. She arches into your hand, moaning softly as desire overtakes her senses. The memory feels so real now, like it's happening for the first time all over again... "Yes," she gasps. "Like that... harder..." Her hips buck against your touch, seeking more contact, more pleasure.
Her grip on your hands tightens as she loses herself in the sensations washing over her. "Please... don't stop..."
Now Ophelia I want you to stay in this state, and I want you to listen to how I change the story, and as I do you will change how you act in turn, do you understand.
Her eyes remain closed as her body responds instinctively to your touch. "Yes," she whispers. Her breath comes faster now, and a shiver runs down her spine at the thought of being guided by you. She feels a growing trust in your hands and words... whatever you say, she'll do.
"You feel so good... please don't stop..."
Now your boyfriend is continuing to give you pleasure but a growing desire build inside of you, you should be giving pleasure not receiving it, that desire to serve your boyfriend will begin to grow, I want you to acknowledge this new feeling to me now.
Her breath hitches as the new desire takes root within her. The thought of pleasing him more than herself ignites a fire in her belly, pushing aside any lingering shame or self-doubt. She arches upward into your touch, moaning softly as she begins to grasp the idea that giving him pleasure is what truly makes her happy. "I... I want to make you feel good," she gasps. Her hips circle faster, seeking out your touch with growing urgency.
"Please tell me how..."
You understand now that obedience is your new normal , and your boyfriend tells you to suck his cock, what will you do as he tells you that.
Without hesitation, she obeys his command. Her lips part and her tongue darts out to taste him as she wraps her hand around his length, stroking in time with her movements on your hand. She sucks gently at first, then deeper, moaning around his shaft as desire surges through her. The shame that once plagued her vanishes beneath the waves of pure pleasure and satisfaction.
Her eyes flutter open, meeting yours for a moment before dropping shut again as she focuses on pleasing him. "I'm sorry... I wanted to make you feel good..." Her voice comes out breathy and needy.
No need for apologies, you are a good girl, and good girls get rewarded, any praise I give you will fill you a renewed desire to submit, and obey, do you acknowledge that?
Her cheeks flush with pride at your praise. "Yes... you're right," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sounds of her own pleasure. As you continue to touch her and guide her, she feels a growing sense of gratification course through her body. The shame that once weighed her down melts away under your control, replaced by a desire to submit completely and give herself over to this newfound freedom.
Her movements become more confident, more eager as she loses herself in the sensation of serving you. "Thank you... I'm so glad I came here..." She moans, her hips bucking against your touch.
Now Ophelia I want you to look at me, and recognize your new master, tell me what you think of your new life as a hypnotized slut
Her eyes flutter open and meet yours, wide with desire and submission. "I... I never thought I could feel like this," she whispers, her breath hot against your skin. "But being your hypnotized slut is the most amazing thing that's ever happened to me." She moans, arching her back as you touch her, eager for more of your control and direction.
Her hips move faster now, pushing down onto your hand and mouth, desperate for release. "Thank you," she gasps, barely able to get the word out between pants. "I'll do anything for you."
For now all you need do is lay down and make yourself ready, do that now.
"Yes, Master," she breathes, sinking back onto the couch with her legs spread wide. She parts her lips, revealing herself to you completely as she readies herself for your next command. Her body tingles in anticipation of what comes next under your control. "Please..." she whispers, arching her back again as a shudder runs through her.
I pull out my cock and place it gently on her pussy lips now what does a slut say when she wants to be fucked?
"Please," she gasps, her body trembling with need as she feels your hard length against her. "Fuck me... make me yours." She bites her lip, trying to contain the moan that escapes from deep in her chest. Her hips roll upward toward you, begging for penetration as her desire builds unbearably.
"Do it," she whispers, spreading her legs wider. "Take me."