Diary of a Hypnotist Ch. 05: Scent-sitive Therapy Pt. 02

Third Session:

"Hey there! I'm sorry for the delay, it was not my intention to be so late."

"Hello, Hye, it's not that late. And it's something we deal with in this profession."

"I'm glad, what are we going to do today?"

"Deepen, the hard work is done. It won't be very different from the other sessions, you will undress and I will violate your mind."

"Hahaha ..." she chuckles, confused.

"Hahahahaha," I burst out laughing.

Hye got up from the couch, ran, managed to grab the doorknob.

*Clap*

She pulled off the straps of her dress, letting it fall at her feet. I admire her cunning, even though she was late.

I undo my shoes, take off my shirt, ridding myself of tensions. The day had been a long one, so much so that I wanted to return home soon. Hye, you made a grave mistake.

"The well is deeper now, hotter. Arching you hold onto your elbows, ass and feet. Your sensitive, mudstained breasts are eager to feel the slide of a manly tongue. The humidity of the environment welcomes you. You feel the light from the mouth of the well twinkling as if far away, but the light has not gone, your eyelids are closing, your eyelids tell you how far you are from your consciousness, close your eyes, you're gone."

"You dream, you dream inside the well, all darkness and silence. Only my voice accompanies you in your hallucination. Hands form in empty space, a worn trunk with four locks falls onto them. To access the mysterious contents of the trunk, you must answer the questions around the locks. I'll read them for you."

"How would you describe your place of peace? A place where you trust that everything goes well."

"Who would accompany you in that place? Your parents, your friends, someone else ..."

"When you have trusted someone and this has broken your confidence, what do you feel?"

"Do you remember the faces of those people who hurt you?"

"Save those answers, process them and feel them, one by one. Concentrate on those answers that are the key to the lock. The trunk is opening slowly, inside there is a diorama, with people to scale, indistinguishable, except for how they are divided, some with white shirts, others with black shirts. And a naked girl, dirty and stained, surrounded by them.

Your vision is becoming clearer, now you can distinguish the place, it is your place, your place of peace; people in white shirts are the ones you've wanted there and the others are invaders, people who have broken your confidence." I roll my sweaty shirt and place it on her nose. She tries to tilt her head away but I stop her.

"The sky begins to fill with clouds, they fall quickly and form fog, you want to escape but the people with white shirts take you by the arms, listen to the one with the brightest white shirt tell you, 'Only the black shirts flee.' " She stopped trying to move her head, although her expression remained tense.

"Those in black shirts actually run in terror, you feel everything they have done to you, the pain, the frustration, the humiliation. The saving fog captures them, turning their bodies to dust, the bad feelings that you have just felt are gone forever. You allow the mist to enter your lungs and integrate with you." Unconsciously she grabs my hand and pulls my shirt over her face. I stroke her hair.

After a while, I remove the shirt from her nose.

"A new man enters the scene, the others give him space, they are standing, facing each other. He approaches your left ear and whispers:

'The others can not see it, but I know what you are. You're a dirty whore.' He snaps his fingers."

*Snap*

"He grabs your ass. He goes to the other ear and whispers again:

'If you're an obedient girl, I'll let you kiss me a shoe, you vile bitch.' "

*Snap*

"Are you an obedient girl?" I explore the inside of her pussy with my fingers.

"AhaA, mmn. I am an obedient girl."

*Snap*

"MnMn! I am a very obedient girl!"

"The man takes off his shoe and gives it to you. You make a sensible decision, you lick it, his stench subdues to you, you notice how grimy you are. Your instinctive nature forces you to masturbate, to understand and characterize the aroma that is stuck in your windpipe. All the white shirts look at you without expression. You are worshiping the smell of a stranger, in front of your trusted acquaintances, playing with your pussy no matter what they think. The smell of his feet is more powerful than the fog in your lungs."

*Snap* *Snap* *Snap*

I watch the Korean masturbate, enjoying my leather shoe. Now to do the same with my cock.

"He walks towards you, puts his sole in your face. Your heart and pussy throb. Pleasure blossoms, in your face. Shoulders. Arms. Wrist. Fingers. Tits. Abdomen. Cunt. Thighs. Even the nails of your feet. You're immobile, you can move, but you must not, you don't want to, it is comfortable to be under his big feet. In that position you welcome his sexual dominance over you.

The shirt that he wears, regardless of its previous color, turns white and shines until it diffuses the presence of everything that surrounds him. You hear yourself babbling: 'I love being submissive, I love the smells of my master,' and cum powerfully."

"I love being submissive, I love the smells of my master ... Oh, shit! ... mMn..AAa! ... mm..Ughg .."

"A great light manifests, you regain your senses in the well. Your thighs are soaked in vaginal fluid. You see a crack that increases and becomes circular. You approach the hole in the wall curiously, and get caught by the scent as something cylindrical comes out of it." I pull back the foreskin of my cock, I touch her nose with my glans.

*Snap*

"You can not see clearly. You use touch and smell to determine what that cylindrical object is. Your tongue runs along your teeth, you want to absorb the cylinder with your mouth. But you're not allowed, only the girl outside the well can do that. You must settle for appreciating all the nuances of the aroma, and remember your best sexual experiences, associate them with him. Every sexual touch, every orgasm impregnated with that aroma, unforgettable."

*Snap*

She is between my outstretched legs, with closed eyes, smiling, pressing her nose against my cock and running it all over, mainly under my glans, fondles my balls, lowers her head to them. She stops, takes a large breath and lets it out in wonder, biting her lower lip. She performs the scan several times, until I ejaculate on her face.

*Snap*

"Open your eyes, you're still in the well, and the well has limitations. You cannot suck me, or swallow your dose of male juice. When you come out of the well, sensing my smell, your insatiable voracity will make you suck, without thinking, it will be as natural as blinking; a need that requires action, not reflection. My jizz will come out if you hunt for it, you know that my juice inside will cause unimaginable pleasure."

I hold her chin, raising her cum-stained face.

"Even if you forget everything that happened, your nose will remember what you feel and you will act accordingly." I took out a cloth and cleaned her up.

"One, you trust my voice. Two. Three. Four, you will accept the proposal I will make to you. Five. Six. Seven, smell always beats your will. Eight, you want to do it, you need to do it and you will do it. Nine."

"Ten, wake up."

She raised her arms, stretching and yawning.

"If I ever have trouble sleeping, I know where to come," she said.

"I'm happy to hear that. The therapy seems to be going well, but I have to verify something."

"What is it?"

"Before the next session, we must do a test in another place. If possible, without other people and away from external smells. It is necessary to corroborate that the therapy works in contexts other than this. The mind is capricious, therefore it is best to make sure."

"My family has a country house, it's in #####, it's not far from here. We're going there on vacation."

"Perfect, I have a car and I know the area, Saturday?"

"On Sunday, my brother comes to visit on Saturday."

"Okay, on Sunday then, at 2:00 p.m. see you then."

* * *

We entered the cabin, as if playing a real estate agent she told me her parents got it three years ago. She indicated the bathroom, the kitchen and the outdoor pool, giving a general overview. I had a bag of food and lavender in my hand to prepare some jars with smells. My eyes landed on the photo on the center table.

"Those are my parents." She pointed to some elders, the man was tall and serious, the woman should measure 1.70 m and had a big smile. "He's my brother, he's 12 years older than me." He held her in his arms, the same height as the father, but the same expression as the mother's. "I love him very much, thanks to him, they adopted me, he always wanted to have a sister."

"I see that they love you very much, how old is the photo?"

"Three years. This is me at 19." She pointed to herself in the photo, holding onto her brother's neck.

After the talk, I make the preparations. Hye is sitting on one of the chairs at the table, turned to one side, I took another chair and sat in front of her, to be comfortable. I hand her a blindfold and ask her to put it on.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes, I'm ready," she says, releasing a sigh.

I unscrew the first lid, bring the container close to her nose.

"How do you feel?"

"Well ..." Her face reflects happiness. "Well, normal, it's the Roquefort cheese, right?"

"Exactly, let's try the next smell."

I close the first package. I try with the second, his nose wrinkles a moment, but then relaxes.

"It's stronger, but I do not feel anything strange anymore. Onion and garlic." She's pleased to be hit by the smells and not overcome with nausea.

"Excellent, you may not need a fourth session. Let's continue."

I close the second container, stand up subtly, trying not to make any noise, under my pants my erection is remarkable. I take two steps towards her, my glans brushes her upper lip.

"What is this the smell of, Hye?" I ask in a voice hoarse with excitement.

Automatically the smile on her face goes away, she swallows, licks her lips, opens her mouth, detects my cock. She sucks it like a savage, assimilates my texture with her tongue, rests her hands on my behind to propel herself forward, completely out of her mind. I slide her hair behind her ears. She is possessed by her work, in love with blowing my dirty cock.

"Hye, you turned out to be a very fuckable bitch. I'll give you the lesson you deserve."

I grasped her head with my hands, extracting my saliva-covered cock from between her pink lips. Sweeping things hastily off the table, I lift her from the waist, laying her on her back, I spread her legs, I touched her wet panties, pulled them hard until they rip apart.

I firmly grasped her thighs and bring my pelvis together with hers, I entered her pussy with unbridled passion, I opened her blouse aggressively, popping a few buttons in the process, and dazedly knead her pair of melons, each shaking wildly from my thrusts.

"AaAah ... Umn.hhah ... ah ... .ah ... AH ... Fuck ... ffuc ... fuck!"

"Do you like your therapist's cock, Bitch?"

"Oh, yeah, yeah ... fuck me ... like a horny ... fuck ... ah ... Umn! ... my pussy is burning ... so hot..ugh!"

"Fuck your pussy, you beautiful bitch. I'll fill your belly with hot cum."

I slow down, take off again slowly and finish with a powerful thrust.

"..I want it ... I want it ... umns..I want everything ... inside of me..Aamn! ... I want my therapist's juice ... so much ..."

I came inside her, brushed back my hair and surveyed a job well done.

I wiped my cock with the remnants of her panties and daubed her face with them; her body trembled in response. Semen dripped from her throbbing pussy. Lifting her blindfold halfway I open one of her eyelids, she is completely out, fainted from pleasure.

I swept the floor, one must be courteous when in the house of another. I retrieved the family photo from the broken frame, shook it, licked it on the back and stuck it to the skin between her breasts. They rose and fell slowly, undisturbed by my final act.

I left there and returned home.

* * *

On Tuesday morning I received a call from Hye, only for my cell phone to become a loudspeaker of complaints. She managed to calm down in time, and we scheduled something for that afternoon, which is why I had to tell Kassia that we could not work that day, and suspend my other appointments obviously.

We arranged to discuss it in a plaza, I saw her arrive wearing jeans, a baggy long sleeve shirt and sunglasses. We sit under the shade of a tree.

"Did you ever ask for my permission?"

"Not in advance, I just put my cock in front of you and you swallowed it whole."

She lowered her glasses slightly to give me a look, as if thinking, 'I can not believe you said that.'

"For starters, you fucked me in a family room, and secondly, you got involved with a patient. Did you even think about the consequences?" Her frown told me she was serious; the licking of her lips conveyed another message.

"For my part, you greatly enjoyed that day." With my cock in your horny pussy, I wanted to add, but preferred not to overplay my hand.

"You're playing dumb, right? Do you think I don't realize?"

"Realize what? I don't get it."

"You washed my brain, you played with my head in those 'Therapies'."

I untie my shoes, I went jogging for several hours to relieve the stress of the call and be relaxed for this conversation. Enough intelligence to deduce that, but not enough to avoid meeting me. That can mean only one thing: she says it but is not really convinced.

"I freed you from that serious problem of smells." I pretended to be angry. "And you accuse me of 'brainwashing', hypnosis is based on suggestion, you can not suggest something that the patient does not want inside. Otherwise there would be, I don't know, organizations, companies or sects using mind control to dominate the world. Did you think about that?"

Her ire seemed to have diminished, her gaze focused on the bulge of my groin, the smell atrophying her keen intuition.

"... .. Umn, I'm sorry, how? ..." She asked, confused, trying to follow the path of her thoughts as they wandered off.

"It seems you're not up for a discussion. Is there something you'd rather do?"

"Obey ... I must go to ... eh ... My home?"

"Are you asking me for permission? It's not like you have to obey me."

I wrapped an arm around her shoulders, she moved towards me.

"No, I had to ... .ehm ... I had to say ..." Her eyes still do not detach from my erection.

"I'm going to repeat the question. Is there something you'd rather do?"

I take her left hand and place it on my crotch.

"No ... I ... I ... I can not."

Unzipping my fly caused her to withdraw her hand, but it remained on my right thigh, I began to masturbate. She shook her head, looked me in the eyes and said:

"...Are you sick? I should not be here anymore ... "

She did not withdraw, just kept looking me intensely in the eyes, through those dark lenses.

"You can leave whenever you want."

"... It's not going to happen like the last time ... I will not do what you intend .. I"

"Let me give you what you need."

"... I'm not going to fall ... you're crazy if you think I'm going to suck your deli ... no ... you're crazy."

"No one is forcing you." I take it from the back of her neck.

"I'm not going to bow ... I have ... I have the will to ste ... ggaguhhg ..."

"Wonderful, I knew from the beginning, that those were the lips of an expert cocksucker."

Lying against the tree, nothing better comes to mind after a dispute, than a good blowjob from an Asian addicted to fragrant cocks. When I finished, she looked up and I removed her shades, her half-open eyes were watching me dazedly, her tongue flicking out to lap up the rest of the thick jelly that did not reach her throat. Her expression indicated that if she was not in a trance, it was close enough.

Hypnosis does not act like a drug exactly, drugs alter by exogenous means, these external chemicals alter in an irregular way the hormonal regulation of the body, generating unpredictable reactions in the same. Instead hypnosis collaborates with the natural processes of the body; the previous occasion Hye was not in tune with the unconscious expectations of her hidden orders.

When the odors got inside and activated her, her dopamine spiked irregularly leaving her unconscious. This time her body is getting used to it and regulates the reaction produced, tolerating the dose better. Another way to put it: Unless I intervene, Hye's addiction to my cock will only increase.

Trances are always surprising, because they are always different. If every human being were completely different though, there would be no humanity, and in that common malleability lie the keys to control another.

*Clap*

Her head fell onto my right thigh, my flaccid penis still receiving weak, instinctual licks from Hye. Organizing her thoughts, I did not make her forget, this was a day she had to remember until her old age.

"I must rest a little ... I do not know what came over me."

"I understand, remember, if you need to talk, I'll see you in the next session."

"I do not know if we'll see each other again." She turned her back on me and went on her way.

Fourth Session:

A forty-year-old widow came out of the office, crossing paths with Hye, ready to enter the room, in a short skirt and heels, showing off her beautiful legs. She bent down, exposing her ass and pussy, she was not wearing panties.

"Ma'am you dropped this."

"Thank you very much, there should be more young women like you. You are an example for your generation."

Taciturn, she entered the office, closing the door behind her.

"You told me, 'I do not know ...' "

She pounced on me, sticking her tongue deep down my throat as I massaged her ass. We caressed each other's bodies, I fucked her on the couch as she ecstatically rode my cock. That was the end of Hye's sessions, but not her story. She confessed to her parents about the sessions and they thanked me personally. I even went fishing with her father.

Automatic Mode:

I drank too much wine and time flew by. I call Paula. She comes over on all fours, with the pages in her mouth. I check the paper, the same sentences on each one. I make her repeat them:

"I am Paula Castillo externally, I am a stupid slave internally. I am a faithful wife externally, I am a cheap whore internally. I own my thoughts externally, my master owns my body and mind internally, and this is my real self, a sex toy for the whims of the master. I don't think, just obey ... "

"Great. Give me one hand, now the other, very good. Now turn, excellent, you're a spectacular slave."

I stroke her hair and she looks at me with devotion.

"You can cum, babe."

Her eyes roll up in her head leaving only the whites, the vibrator that was barely hanging in falls from her pussy, her legs tremble and strain outwards, fighting the limitation of the cuffs. The clamps on her tits shake as she arches her back in ecstasy.

"We're going to review today's lessons. If your husband calls you and I'm here, what will you do?"

"I must place him on speaker, find the master and suck his cock."

"If another person comes to visit?"

"I quickly dress in a robe and send them away. Then I inform the master of what happened."

"If it's after 6:00 a.m. and I'm sleeping with a palpable erection ..."

"I pleasure the balls and the shaft of the master, until he ejaculates."

"When you're conscious, and you want to masturbate, what do you think about first?"

"My ass being filled by the master, in my bedroom."

I am tired and have too much alcohol in my body to drive. I removed the handcuffs from her ankles as well as the anal plug, but those clamps look extremely sexy. I'll sleep in Paula's house tonight. I order her to stay up all night, whispering what I ordered, in automatic mode—