Hypnotist Next Door Ch. 05

Mark caught a ride downtown with one of the coaches who dropped him off at the building where Dr. Morgan kept her office. The suite on the third floor was at the end of an alcove, very private and quite impressively furnished. But the centerpiece of the front desk was not enormous mahogany desk, but the beautiful receptionist behind it. She was a petite brunette, with big brown eyes with golden flecks. Her hair was tied neatly in a bun on top of her head and a pearl necklace accentuated her long graceful neck and delicate frame. The plunging neckline of her black blouse showed just a hint of cleavage. She was alluring and sensuous, but aloof and professional, just like her boss.

But there was something about her face, something in her expression. She was polite enough when she greeted him, but distant. She didn't hold eye contact for more than a second or two. How could such a pretty girl be so shy, he wondered.

As she lead him into Dr. Morgan's inner office, he took a moment to appreciate the furnishings. The traditional leather couch was there across from a leather chair and desk for Dr. Morgan. He cocked is head and looked at the floor. No carpet. The hallway had been carpeted, but Dr. Morgan's office had a marble tiled marble floor. Nice digs, he thought as he strode in and headed for the couch. Dr. Morgan shook his hand firmly and affixed him with that million dollar smile.

As usual, she looked like Miss America in a business suit. She dazzled with perfect features, bright blue eyes, and shortly cropped blond hair. Her supermodel figure was wrapped tightly in a silk blouse and blue pinstripe skirt suit. He noticed her shapely toned legs covered in dark nylons. Her curvaceous calves were accentuated by her high heels and an ankle bracelet. A knockout, but all business at the same time. Dr. Claudia Morgan's beauty, attire and demeanor made men want her but also communicated clearly that they would have her only on her terms.

"Good to see you again Mark. I'm glad you could make it so soon after football practice. Lie down, make yourself comfortable."

"Thanks Dr. Morgan. I still don't understand why I'm here though. I mean, at your downtown office instead of your home office," he said as he settled in to the comfortable leather couch.

"Well I have some concerns about you and I thought it might be better if we worked through them here, where I can get assistance from my staff if necessary." And I can charge your insurance more if I see you here, but that's between me and your secret sponsor, she mused.

"You see, I've been thinking about your behavior toward your girlfriend Karen. And of course your new relationship with your mother Jeanette. Both of those could be categorized as..abusive. I know I told you to take a more dominant role with your mother, to help her deal with her anxiety issues and prevent her from relapsing into smoking. But what worries me is this. I don't want you thinking that all the women in your life are as submissive and dysfunctional as Karen and Jeanette. Specifically, I don't want you going off to college and getting in trouble for date-rape. And, considering the recent upheaval in your life, I'm wondering if your behavior isn't based in part on resentment."

"What upheaval? What resentment?" Mark asked.

"Well, your parents divorced. Your father left. He didn't just leave your mother. In a less direct sense, he left you too." Dr. Morgan watched carefully an noted that Mark's expression had darkened. "It's perfectly normal in these situations to feel some anger and resentment at one or both parents. In your case, it seems that, perhaps, you're directing yours toward your mother."

"Well, you did say that the reason my Dad left was because Mom was too passive," Mark replied quickly.

"Mark, dear, I never said any such thing," Dr. Morgan said. There was a benevolent tone in her voice, but those deep blue eyes had that mischievous smile, as if she was hiding some naughty secret. "I only said that your mother has grown up around dominant men, including your father and her father. That experience has robbed her of her self esteem, and made her feel unworthy."

"Okay, well, I can agree with that," Mark said. "She definitely has low self-esteem. She keeps calling herself a no-good slut. Like you said, she has a strong sex drive, but she basically has to be forced into it. Which she likes, by the way. She told me herself. She said she fucking loved it when I bitch-slapped her, grabbed her hair, bent her over your couch and fucked her brains out. And I seem to remember, you got off on it too. You climbed up there to get a ringside seat and fucked yourself silly with a dildo. You made me do that to her and you got off watching. "

Dr. Morgan's eyes turned dark and anger passed over her face like a fleeting shadow. "You're missing the point, Mark. We're not talking about why you did what you did; why you sexually assaulted your mother. We're not talking about how she felt about it. I just want to make sure you aren't harboring resentments toward women in general that can be a problem later; for them and for you."

"Well, " he said pensively as he turned his gaze inward. "If I did have any resentment, I'm pretty sure we've defused it. Since you gave me permission to basically make her my bitch. I think any pent-up resentment I had has been spent- mostly on Mom's face."

Dr. Morgan found it hard to suppress a smile at the thought of having turned Mark's respectable suburban Mom into a cum-guzzling slut. "Well, that's good to hear. So tell me then how you feel about your girlfriend Karen."

"I thought you said you know all about that," Mark said sarcastically. "You even know how many times I've jerked off thinking about your tits."

"I do," Dr. Morgan said with a sly smile. "You did it three times in the first week of our sessions together." Mark blushed and cast his eyes downward. "What I don't know is how you and Karen got together and how is it that all the other women in your life are submissives who let you treat them like starving hookers."

Mark sighed and pursed his lips. "Actually, they're not. At least, not all of them. Well they are now, but it wasn't always like that."

"What do you mean?" Was there someone else before Karen?"

"Yeah, my first girlfriend was a great girl named Debbie. It didn't work out and it still kind of pisses me off when I think about it. But it's okay, I got past that. I don't think I told you about it in that last session, but my Dad actually had something to do with all that. "

Dr. Morgan sat forward and picked up her pen and paper. "Oh really. Tell me more about that."

"Not much to tell really. You kind of have to know my Dad. He's kind of a 'take charge' kind of guy. That's how he got to be the sales manager at the biggest car dealership in the city. He knows how to get what he wants. Anyway, there's this girl in my history class. Debbie Caldwell. Really smart, gorgeous brunette. Big brown eyes, nice tits, and a really nice ass. She looks so hot in those tight jeans she wears. Anyway. I finally got her attention. We were hitting it off and we went together for a few weeks. You know, hanging out at school and stuff. I finally get up the nerve to ask her out, y'know on a real date. My Dad takes me aside. He's like, 'Son, the secret to getting anywhere with women is to take charge. You know, make a move.' He goes, 'losers sit around and wait for something good to happen. Winners make something good happen.' "

Dr. Morgan was taking copious notes, engrossed in this new revelation about Mark's father's influence. "And how did that work out with Debbie? Did you um...make something good happen?"

"Not exactly," Mark chuckled. "We went out, had dinner and, on the way home, we parked. We start necking, and things are going pretty good and I figure, okay Mark, 'make something happen'. So I grope her tits and the next thing I know, WHAM! She slaps the shit out of me and insists that I take her home."

"Oh, I see. Not what you expected was it?"

"Hell no! So I go home and Dad meets me at the door with this shit-eating grin on his face and asks me how it went. I tell him and he just like brushes it off and says, 'Okay, so go get another one. Plenty of fish in the sea' and all that shit. So I go to school the next day wondering who I'm gonna ask out next and wondering if Debbie told all her friends about me putting the moves on her. They probably all think I'm some kind of perv. "

"Then I notice during lunch, one of her friends Karen Rogers, is checking me out. Karen's not quite as hot as Debbie, but she's got great legs and a pretty face. Long blonde hair. Cheerleader type, you know. So after school, I catch up with her and ask her out. She blushes and says 'yes'."

"Aha," Dr. Morgan said as she speared her notepad with her pen. "I'm guessing you didn't get the same reaction from Karen that you got from Debbie." She leaned back in her chair, crossed her legs and got comfortable. Mark was temporarily distracted by the sight of her shapely legs clad in black stockings. Her dark blue pinstriped skirt was only mid-thigh to begin with, but it kept riding up her thighs as she crossed and uncrossed her legs. She noticed him looking and gave him one of those charming smiles that sent a jolt right to his groin.

He cleared his throat and continued. "No, it went much better. We went out to dinner and, as usual, we stopped in the park on the way home. We start kissing and she's really hot, I mean really into it. Tongue practically down my throat. So I start groping her tits. They weren't as nice as Debbie's..not nearly as big as yours- I mean they're nice and firm, but not that big-36 C, maybe. Anyway, she's moaning and kissing me even hotter."

"I'll bet that was exciting," Dr. Morgan interrupted in her sultry voice.

"Very. I got a boner right away and was having a great time feeling her up. I actually slid my hands down into her blouse and into her bra so I had my hands full of her tits. Her nipples were really stiff so I start to squeeze them and she moans even louder."

"Yes, go on, Mark" Dr Morgan added in her sultry voice. She shifted again in her chair and very slowly crossed and uncrossed her legs. Her skirt was almost at the tops of her thighs now, revealing that she was wearing stockings, not panty hose. She was looking him right in the eye as he gazed at those shapely thighs. "What happened next? What did you do?"

"I remembered what Dad said about making something happen. I broke off the kiss, unzipped my pants, grabbed her around the back of her neck and pushed her face down toward my crotch. I'm like, 'Suck it Baby' I said. 'You know you want it.' But I'm holdin' my breath thinking she's about to slap my face and call me a pervert.

Instead, she takes lets out this little moan, takes a deep breath and goes down on me! I was in heaven! That was my first blow-job you know. Her mouth felt so fuckin' good on my cock" He blushed. "Oh, uh, I'm sorry. I mean, her mouth felt so good on my penis."

"Now Mark, you know you can express yourself freely with me. We have nothing to hide," Dr. Morgan said mischievously. Her gaze was fixed on Mark's tented jeans. Before he could respond, she was up out of her chair and kneeling next to the couch. "Speaking of which, it looks like you're hiding another...'boner' in there. You look uncomfortable."

She looked him right him in the eyes, slowly unzipped his jeans and pulled his semi-hard cock out of his pants. "We can't have that distracting you, now can we? I want you to feel completely unfettered, emotionally and physically. There, that's better isn't it," she said softly, her hand still resting on his hardening manhood.

Mark swallowed hard and tried to control his breathing. "Yes, much. Thank you."

"Good, now you were saying...Karen's mouth felt so fucking good...on your hard cock." She was lightly stroking it now, teasing him to a full erection.

"Oh geez. I mean, yeah, it felt awesome. I mean, she wasn't really that good at it, but she was definitely into it. I could tell she wanted it. She sucked it like she was starving for cock. I was in heaven. I reach around and grope her bare tits while she's suckin' my dick. That makes her even hotter. She starts moaning and flicking her tongue all over the head of my cock. I could feel the vibrations of her moaning in my cock. So I take it a little further and basically start fucking her mouth. I still had my hand on her neck and she couldn't go anywhere so I started pumping up into her mouth. I couldn't help it really. I was just so fucking excited. Partly I think because I was so surprised that Dad's advice worked and I just felt so...I don't know...'manly' sounds stupid but...It was definitely a rush. I felt like a rock star."

"I understand the feeling, Mark. Taking charge sexually is a pretty exhilarating experience," she said in her velvety voice. She was lightly squeezing his cock now as she spoke. She squeezed a drop of pre-cum from the tip, leaned forward, and slowly licked it off causing Mark's cock to jump in her hand.

"Oh, by the way," she purred. "Speaking of taking charge...you didn't tell me about the key I gave you. Did you have occasion to use it? Did you hypnotize your mother?"

"Oh, yeah!" Mark answered enthusiastically. "It was pretty cool, actually. Worked like a charm."

"Tell me all about it. Why did you have to resort to it and what did you do?" Her voice was like deep velvet, and Mark could almost feel the hypnotic influence pushing him to full disclosure. But there was something in her eyes that disturbed him.

"Well, I uh. Invited my buddy Ben over to study. My grades have gotten so much better since you helped me with my concentration and study habits that he asked me to tutor him. So, since it was the first evening after, you know, after you told me to make her my bitch and everything, I figured, what the hell, why not go all the way and do a three-way.

"Mmmm, sounds thrilling. That's every man's fantasy, isn't it? Sharing a hot, slut who can't get enough cock. So, did Jeanette balk at the thought of being pimped out to your buddy?"

"Uh yeah, I guess if you wanna put it that way. She said doing it with me was one thing, but she couldn't have sex with Ben. She was terrified of what might happen if his parents found out. So I hypnotized her and told her Ben was my roommate and we'd been away at school for a few months and she was dying of loneliness, so horny she couldn't stand it anymore. Oh, and since you said to be discrete, I gave her a shot of bourbon and told Ben that she was drunk. He had no idea she was in a trance. Pretty cool, huh?"

"Yes, that was very clever, Mark," she purred as she slipped her hands down to fondle his cock and balls. He sighed and her fingertips caressed his scrotum. She looked up at him as she slowly dragged her tongue up his shaft. There was a smoldering fire in her deep blue eyes. He gulped, torn between arousal and apprehension." But there's just one thing I don't understand," she prompted.

"What, I was very discrete. Like I said, Ben had no idea. What um.." he stammered, clearing his throat. "What don't you understand, Doctor?"

"What I don't understand Mark, is why-after my instruction to use that key discretely- you hypnotized your mother and sent her to my door -" Her voice hardened and her grip on his scrotum tightened. Mark stopped breathing. "With a post-hypnotic suggestion to to french kiss me with her whore mouth full of your cum!"

She tightened her grip and he cried out in shock. She literally had him by the balls and was applying just enough pressure to cause the onset of serious pain. His heart raced and he broke out in a cold sweat.

"Sending your mother out in broad daylight in her robe and panties, with a mouthful of semen is not what I would call, discrete. Don't you agree, Mark," she growled as she ratcheted up the pressure on his ball sack.

"Yes ma'am. I mean, no, no ma'am, that wasn't discrete. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, it'll never, NEVER happen again!"

"Gooood," she purred. The velvet and honey voice was back and she fire left her eyes. She relaxed her grip on his balls, pushed his legs wider apart, dropped her head and licked them tenderly. He breathed a sigh of relief and pleasure. She sucked one testicle into her mouth, fixed her gaze on him again and the fire was back in her eyes. She mouthed it tightly, bringing him back to the brink of pain before releasing it, then grazed it with her teeth.

"And I shouldn't have to tell you how much I hate being interrupted by one of my playthings when I'm working. Much less how much I hate being ambushed by a sub-slut with a mouth full of dick-snot. If you ever do anything like that again, you little shit..." she smiled wickedly and bit him just hard enough to cause him to wince and gasp, then released him. "You won't have these anymore."

"Never again, I swear!" he said, almost whimpering.

"Good. I''m so glad we understand each other," she purred as she resumed stroking his cock. "The next time you hypnotize your mother, think with that head, not this one."

"Now, you were telling me about your other submissive slut in your life. You followed your father's advice and Karen gave you a rock star quality blow-job. Did I get that right? "

"Uh yeah, he gasped, as his heart rate began to return to normal. Despite the pain she'd just inflicted and the threat to his manhood, having her down there stroking his cock and looking up at him with those piercing blue eyes had him hard as a rock and on edge. He had to struggle to remember what or whom he'd been talking about.

"Well, the date with Karen went much better. I um...I fucked her mouth and groped her tits for a few more minutes and then blew my load right in her mouth. I still had my hand on the back of her head so she couldn't pull away and she just kept sucking and swallowed my load. It felt incredible. "

"That sounds verrry exciting Mark," Dr. Morgan purred. "Thank you for sharing that with me." That irresistible fire burned in her intense blue eyes and Mark felt like he was on the verge of another orgasm. Had it been anyone else stroking his cock at that moment, he would have grabbed her by the hair and shoved his cock in her mouth. But she was in complete control and they both knew it, especially after she'd threatened to turn him into a eunuch. "So was that how the date ended?"

"Yeah, and get this. I go home right, and I tell my Dad about it and I think he's going to be happy for me. He says, 'Is that all you got? No poontang? Come on son, she didn't say 'no' to anything you did. You could have had that little honey on her back, tapping that well, you know what I'm sayin'? Then he says, 'Son, the first rule of sales is never leave money on the table. And the first rule of handling women is, take whatever you can get. Remember that'"

"I must say your father sounds like um... quite a character. I hope I get to meet him someday. So apparently you took his advice."

"Yeah. Karen called me the next day and said how much she enjoyed our date! So right then I knew Dad was right. We went out again a few days later. That time, I picked her up and she was wearing this really tight, clingy blouse and a short black skirt, showin' off her legs. She's got great legs. We were supposed to go to dinner, but when I saw her like that I thought 'what the fuck', this bitch wants it bad."

"So I drove her over to the high school practice field. It was a couple hours after football practice, so I knew it would be deserted. I took her behind the bleachers. She gives me this pouty little girl look and she's like, 'Mark, I thought we were going out for a nice dinner.' I'm like, 'Sorry baby, I can't help it. You look so damn hot, I can't think about anything else right now.' She gives me this really hot look and she's like, 'What're you gonna do to me?' I grabbed her and kissed her and started gropin' her tits & her tight little ass. Like before, she sticks her tongue in my mouth so I know she really wants it. So... I pushed her down to her knees, unzipped my pants, and stuck my cock in her mouth."