Diary of a Hypnotist Ch. 09: Clara, The Manufactured Slave Pt. 02

"MMN, I see your problem. Why do you think being a bitch is weakness? Do you have a problem with prostitution?"

"What are you talking about? You know what I mean. Although yes, prostitution exploits women. To satisfy pigs."

"Exploits women? How so? Please explain, I'll consider what you have to say."

"Doc, I have nothing against you anymore. Please, do not push me to change my mind."

"Forgive me, Clara."

"Sure, Doc, I know I can be temperamental. It's an old failing."

"As a therapist, I must occupy myself with the subtler aspects of a person. This includes their views on certain topics. I'm not here to fight with you, please allow me to help you understand more about yourself, and I'll tell you about Alexa. Would you let me to ask you the question in another way?"

"Alright, but I'm really here to talk about Alexa."

"It's a deal. Why does a woman offer sexual services, usually to men, in exchange for money? Is it because she's weak, or is she being oppressed?"

"You're just asking me the same question, Doc, I'm not stupid. Fine, I'll give you my opinion, and I hope that'll settle the issue. The body is something very intimate, each person get to decide what to do with theirs.

But a woman who is pressured to sell her body, without satisfaction, without pleasure, that's monstrous and I can not tolerate it."

"Thank you, Clara. I respect your opinion. Let me call Kassia. I need some cards. We will play a game, while I tell you how things with Alexa have gone. Sound good?"

"Sure, Doc. As long as we talk about Alexa, there's no problem."

Kassia came in with the cards. She cut them, and set down one pile for me and another for Clara. She also gave me a bundle of play money.

Clara's repulsion to prostitution was something I already knew, thanks to Alexa.

Being completely honest, I was not excited. Clara, she seemed so unwilling to cooperate. The only incentive I really had, was the game in which we were about to participate.

When Kassia returned to reception, Clara licked her lips, watching her heels depart.

"This is a simple game. I use it to strengthen the sense of collaboration and empathy I have with my patients. Nobody is ever the same, after playing."

"Whatever. Get to the point, Doc."

"Each pile has the same number of cards. Each one has a challenge to overcome. My cards affect you, and your cards affect me. Understood?"

"Yes, so then, I have to turn them over."

"No, they're face down for a reason. We play a game of rocks paper scissors. The winner picks up a card, and can save it or put it face up, affecting the other person."

"That sounds extremely boring. The hypnosis failed, and so you're trying to put me to sleep through other means?"

"Come on, it will be fun. You'll see once we start playing."

"If there is really no other option, I guess I'll play."

"Ready, let's start."

We knocked out the first round.

Paper

Scissors

Winner: me. I flipped over my first card and gave it to Clara.

"'Revelations. Value: $2' What does it mean?"

"Take these two 'dollars'."

"Why? I don't understand. This game is absurd."

"Take them, it's just a game. The money is all fake."

She grabbed them, her fingers sweating. A sign, of the intrigue, of her body preparing itself, her body that already knows what 'Revelations' implies.

"This..this..Oh, God. Motherfucker. I have been hypnotized. I've been hypnotized!"

"How do you know? You told me, you could not be hypnotized."

The game had begun. And she could not escape.

"I just know."

"Describe it for me."

"I see a watch, it swings, my eyes blink. And they are very heavy. Very heavy..."

'Revelations', memories are appearing in her mind as time goes by. She must also describe to me, when asked, what she remembers.

She described the feeling of seemingly being hypnotized, without really remembering what had been done to her. She stopped in the middle of the story, and a spot of drool formed at the corner of her mouth. She was in a slight trance. The saliva moistened her left knee before she returned to normal.

"We still playing? -I push her to continue."

"I'm going to find out what happens."

Paper

Rock

"I win! It's my turn.—Clara said brightly."

She picked up a card and read:

"'Take one of your opponent's cards. Read it out loud. And obey without payment.' Go Fish? How about Go Fuck Yourself. This game is rigged."

Even knowing what was to happen, she can not help but grab one of my cards:

"'Prize: Suck the nearest cock. Value: $3.' You're crazy if you think I'm going to...ugsGulpgUs."

She took longer to talk, than to kneel and suck me fiercely. Kassia had given her excellent lessons. I leaned back and enjoyed her tongue sliding down my glans.

"That's enough, go back to your seat, Clara."

"The fuck did I just do?! This isn't me..."

"Either way, it was skillfully done. My compliments, Clara."

"My mind is too strong for some little card to make me do this. It's not possible."

"Take these three dollars." I threw them on her lap- I'll pay you to suck me again.

"Do you take me for a hooker? Fuck You! Assho..OguKl...ugSgulPgus..sHShgul..."

"I grabbed her hair and fucked her face. Her mouth was soft, and warm, and very pleasing to my cock."

"Oh yeah, that is, very good. Good job. Good job. You are a good bitch. And your mouth is a delicious hole to fuck. Oh, baby. Very nice."

I left her tasting my manhood a little longer before allowing her to return to her seat.

"This is ridiculous. I could not possibly fall any lower. -She says, wrinkling her face, disgusted, and wipes her tongue."

"Do you know how hypnosis works?"

"No, but I have an idea."

"Do you really know if I've hypnotized you?"

"Yes, I know."

"How do you know?"

"I just know."

"Do you think I made you suck me?"

"No. I do not have such a weak mind, that I would just suck off some idiot guy."

"Oh really. Then why did you do it?"

She kept thinking, until she found an answer that would satisfy her.

"Because I'm a free woman."

"So ... you did not want to taste my cock."

"No! No woman would want to do that. You are a pig."

"So you did it for the three 'dollars'?"

"Mmn..ehm ... No, I did it because I'm a free woman. If I sucked your cock, you would be confused and... you would not have time to hypnotize me again."

"So you licked my glans, just to distract me and buy time. That's a brilliant strategy."

"Exactly."

"Why tell it to me then?"

"I...I do not know."

Her expression of profound astonishment, was intensely amusing to me. Her own arrogance, becoming ever more twisted up with itself.

"Let's keep playing, you have many things to think about."

"Alexa! You hypnotized Alexa!"

Scissors

Rock

"I've won again. I will save this card."

"Alexa was standing there. -She pointed to the closet- Naked. What did you do to Alexa, you bastard?"

Paper

Scissors

"Wow, I'm on a roll today. 'Get naked. Value: $1.'"

"You may have undressed Alexa with your tricks, but my mind is an enigma. And I will not fall into your trap."

I crumple up a bill into a ball and toss it at her.

"Well now, you are remembering more. Excellent."

"Yes, you had Alexa, naked, with the watch and a necklace. A slave necklace."

"How do you differentiate a slave necklace from a common one?"

"Because...huh.."

"You have nice nipples."

"Hey! No! When?"

"Your clothes didn't suit you anyway."

"Yes. My plan was always to undress. That's how you will take me to your lair. Where are you keeping Alexa?"

"Eh? What makes you think I'm not going to fuck you? That I will not put you on all fours, and give you a few spankings? That I will not use my tricks on you?"

"My conviction, my conviction will lead you to perdition. You are releasing information. Information with which I will find Alexa. You will lose this game."

Rock

Paper

"I could make you quack. My power over you is absolute. Haven't you realized yet?"

"These jokes are unbecoming."

"'Quack like a duck, until the next turn. Value: $5.' Take it, buy something nice."

"You are...quack, quack, qu ack. Quack! Quackk."

"I did not think you had that image of me, Clara. Tell me more."

"Quack, qu ack, Quack, qu ack! Quack. Quack. Quack."

"You're right."

"Quack! QUACK!"

Scissors

Rock

"'Handjob, masturbate the opponent as long as he requires. Value: $6' I loved your quacking, but I'm not going to complain about this either."

I sat next to her, so she could 'work' better.

"You feel that you have control. When you least expect it, I'll flip your chips. And you will pay the price for real."

Her hands caressed my cock. They went up and down my stem. Going over it, memorizing it. Her left hand came down from time to time to knead my balls. All the while her face remained neutral, as if this were routine. No disgust, no pleasure.

"I'm starting to believe you. I don't actually have any control over you." I said it seriously. As if I believed it.

"Finally. Of course not."

"You do everything, from being a free woman. Your will, autonomy and ingenuity, are all that cause you to act."

"Right. Although you are an idiot, sense can still strike you."

"You are just a hooker, a hooker of the cheapest sort."

"As if!?" She made a slight pressure, on my scrotum, that almost makes me come before it was time. "No, no. I'm not a bitch."

"You gave me a blowjob. You undressed in front of me. And now you are giving my balls a shine. All for a few dollars. You're no different from a bitch, a cheap whore."

"I'm not a bitch. Also I have not enjoyed this. I do it solely for Alexa."

I revealed the card I had saved.

"'Soft and wet. Value:$0.'"

Her hand stopped on my cock. Her eyes dilated. She brought her free hand up to support her forehead and sighed deeply. Her flushed cheeks indicated a radical change in her temperament.

"I need air. What are you doing to me? -She said with her scarlet face."

"Why don't you continue telling me how you have not enjoyed this."

* * *

'Soft and wet'. Any sexual interaction would make her a thirsty, horny girl. Almost to the point of orgasm.

"You can stop masturbating me. I'm going to call in Kassia to pinch hit."

"Kassia! She has to do that for you?. She..ehm."

"Yes. She is my employee."

"No. It's not that. She..ehm ... she. Damn, I do not remember, but it's important."

Kassia comes through the door. Clara's eyes can only stare down at her feet. The presence of Kassia intimidates her.

"Kassia, are you a prostitute?"

"No, Boss, I am not."

"What kind of question is that? Do you think that all women are whores?"

"Silence. Clara has sexually pleased me for money. Is Clara a whore?"

"Of course, sir. Clara is a whore."

"Kassia! We are friends. How can you say such a thing?"

"This is just fake money, toy bills, the ones you gave me. What does that indicate about Clara?"

"That she is a cheap hooker, and a dumb one at that."

"Kassia! -Clara laughs childishly, unable to fathom Kassia's answers."

"Although I must say, boss, that's all hypothetical. Yes, she's here naked, but that does not mean she has done any of the things you just told me."

"Very good, Kassia, thank you for speaking some sense."

Paper

Scissors

"You won again. I do not know how. But you have done it, again."

"The boss always wins."

"Kassia knows me. 'Footjob. Value: $0.50.'"

"Oh, my God! I remember, Kassia licked your feet. I will not! No no. There is no way I am licking your feet. I will not suffer that humiliation."

"Not even for Alexa?"

"My dignity is at its limit. I can go no further."

I broke one of the fake bills in half. I licked one half and pasted it on Clara's arm.

She swallowed. Without saying a word. She bent down, untied my shoe, withdrew my foot and pulled off the sock, before kissing my instep. She looked at me with her cheeks full of tears.

"I get it. You've always had control. I understand now. Please, do not make me do this. Please."

"Verily. Maybe you did not understand what a footjob consists of."

She watched me with her eyes wide open. It was plain that the confusion inside her head was reaching critical levels.

I gave the other half of the bill to Kassia.

"Show her, Kassia, what a real footjob is."

"I'm at your disposal, Boss."

She sat at my usual post, the therapist's position. I was on the big futon next to Clara, who was sitting on the floor. She unbuttoned her boots, and I couldn't help but notice the way her pantyhose highlighted her thighs. She snipped the bottom of the right leg with scissors, enough to get her foot out. She settled down, my cock was swollen and ready.

I helped her situate each of her feet next to my phallus. First she massaged me with her left foot, then when my cock was hard as a rock, she helped with the toes of her right foot, the big toe fiddling with my glans, every five seconds. Her nails alternated between black and fuchsia, with white designs, the face of a cat, flowers and spirals. I settled back, going crazy with arousal. I was already quite excited, and this sent waves of liquid fire surging through my cock.

She fumbled in her suit and pulled out a small jar of coconut oil. I almost shot it.

"Boss, help me and I'll help you. I'll help you please that cock, with a good footjob."

I applied the oil, on my cock and her feet. Her feet did not stop massaging me, not for a second. Her foot covered by pantyhose, made a pleasant friction on my balls, while the other one slid about wonderfully. Presently, a thick jet issued forth from my cock, to her feet, ankles and thighs. It was the first time Kassia, amazing as she was, had elicited such a powerful ejaculation from me.

The expression of her biting her lower lip, watching my jizz slide down her skin. It made me ejaculate again, albeit in a less powerful jet than the previous one. I rested my head on the back of the seat, recovering from the pleasure.

I took a look at Clara, who had had a front-row view of Kassia's excellent work. With a stunned look, she seemed to gaze at my cock, but no, her attention was on Kassia's feet, smeared with my cream.

"Clara, you know what you want. You live for licking them. You intensely desire to cleanse my feet of my Master's semen."

Clara's eyes rolled up as she obeyed her base instincts, to lick Kassia's feet, to submit to her. Submit to Kassia, who was subjugated by me.

First, she took both feet and tried to put them in her mouth at the same time. Then, she sucked on the left foot, sucked on her pantyhose and licked her from toe tip to thigh. She ran over her left leg several times, until it was clean. With the right foot, she took longer, the bare skin having a very strong effect on her. I heard her moan while saying things like:

"Kassia, I love you." She kissed the sole. "I love your feet." Lick. "You are my goddess." Lick with the back of the tongue.

When Kassia was clean, she woke up her slave.

Snap

"Clara, it's done. You can come back."

She removed her tongue from Kassia's feet and looked at us, clearly affected, by everything she had just done.

"I remember. I remember everything." Clara said and remained silent.

"Perfect. In that case, I will not have to explain anything else."

I took out an identical necklace to Alexa's. I bought a pair. A pair of slave necklaces.

I wrapped it around her neck. Before closing the fastening though, I interrogate her:

"You can take my hands away if you want. Or run. The game is over. Try it."

"No, everything is useless. There is nothing I can do. I'm just a weak woman."

I fastened the necklace, pleased. The work and effort of this week had paid off.

"Take your deck of cards, and read me, what they say."

"'Clara obeys, Clara does not think. Clara is a whore for her master. '"

"Now check my deck. Go on, there's nothing to be afraid of."

"It doesn't say anything. This ... is completely blank."

Snap

"Look again. It says something very clear."

"'Have an orgasm now.' Oh ... .AaAah..mmn ... Aaagmmn ... no, no. This is too sudden. Ahah. My body can't take this.—She said, her limbs extended, as if losing strength after extended exertion."

" Do you know why the card passed from blank to having something written?"

"No, I don't know."

"Can Clara know?"

"No."

"Why?"

"Because ... because she's blank."

"She's you, right?"

"Yes, I think so."

"Can you be sure of something at this moment?"

"I don't know."

"You cannot."

"I cannot."

"You cannot think for yourself."

"I cannot think."

"You are a cheap hooker."

"I'm a cheap hooker." Clara said, completely obedient, blank.

"Your sole purpose in life is to obey your master."

"I obey my master. That is my only goal."

I took her to the door and placed her hand on the knob. And confessed the truth at last.

"I'm a normal man. I'm not a certified therapist, the certificates on the wall are all fake. I used hypnosis, took advantage of mental ploys and human weaknesses, to manipulate you, Clara. Magic tricks, tricks and suggestion. If you want to leave, go ahead."

I took three steps away from her. She continued with her hand on the knob, without turning it. For five minutes.

"Clara, what do you think? Any reproach?"

Of course, I did not receive an answer. Those were not the right questions.

"Can a slave have an opinion?" I interrogate her.

"No, Master, a slave does not think."

Perfection!

"Kassia, you did a wonderful job. Go back to reception while I fix some stray wires in this stupid bitch."

"With pleasure, Master. I'm glad to hear that. I am always at your disposal."

The hypnotic feedback week with Kassia really was excessive. Only two or three days would have sufficed.

What was the purpose of playing cards with her? How could I guarantee I would win?

Easy. Kassia was in charge of making the crafts, getting the bills and making the cards.

Whenever Clara set her hand, whether it was scissors, paper or rock, she was paused for two seconds. Those two seconds did not exist for her mind. She could not grasp them.

Always knowing her choice, it was impossible to lose. Then I applied similar tricks, so that she lost the focus on the cards, and Kassia helped me to change them for new ones.

The last card with 'Have an orgasm now.' That was always there. The mental pressure, together with the impact she suffered when she remembered everything at once, caused her to block it out. It is similar to the instinctive action of escaping from any danger. A psychological escape.

* * *

"So your full name is Clara Alonso."

"Yes, it's my mother's maiden name."

"Do you like to be hypnotized?"

"Yes, I never lost consciousness. I felt like I was floating in the clouds. Alexa was right in coming here."

"Hypnosis is incapable of depriving someone of their will. I am just a guide to help people examine and understand their deepest selves."

"I appreciate your time Doctor. I judged this wrong."

"You should relax more. Not everyone is looking to get on your case."

A bulge formed in my crotch. Clara looked at it and swallowed.

"I must be going, Doc. I have a commitment later."

"Oh sure. I wish you a prosperous week. See you in again in two."

"Would it be possible to move the last session, at the end of the month? I have a conflict."

"What is it, if I may ask?"

"A birthday. An aunt turns fifty. Five decades of life and counting."

"I'll think about it. I'll call you later, when I find a free date."

"Thank you, Doctor. And goodbye."

"Good bye, Clara. Good luck with that commitment."

She was about to open the door, when I remembered something important.

"Clara."

"Yes?"

"Are your clothes comfortable? That outfit looks tight. Too tight, I would say."