S.H.E (Seduce, Hypnotise, Enslave)

"You're so relaxed and sleepy right now." She punctuated her statement with a kiss.

I was so relaxed, and even a little sleepy. I tried to focus, tried to convince myself of the indignity of falling asleep in my office after hours--with one of my patients on my lap, no less!--but I just could not focus with those lips on mine.

"My lips are hypnotic." kiss "Mesmerising." kiss

I was not by any means a believer in hypnosis, but I couldn't deny that her lips were hypnotic, in some ways.

"My lips are hypnotising you." kiss

That wasn't right. Hypnosis was pseudoscientific scam artistry, fit for sideshow entertainment and little else. I wasn't actually being-

"You will obey my lips." kiss

I... had been obeying her lips, it was true. She had wanted to kiss me, and I had let her. She had altered my office schedule to her needs, she had--wait...

"My lips are hypnotising you." kiss

I supposed... if her lips could be said to be hypnotic, then... it was so hard to think. Her kisses made me sleepy. So sleepy.

"You will obey my lips." kiss

I would obey her lips. That was true.

"My lips are hypnotising you" kiss

Her lips... were hypnotising me?

"You are falling into a deep hypnotic trance for my lips." Kiss kiss kiss

I was falling into a deep hypnotic trance for her lips.

"You are hypnotised by my lips, and my kisses." Kiss kiss

I was... hypnotised by her lips. Her kisses.

"Deeply hypnotised for me." Kiss

Deeply hypnotised for Stephanie.

"Sleep now." Kiiissssss

I slept.

**********

I dreamed of lying in Stephanie's lap, her pleasant voice floating into my ears. I couldn't quite understand her, but I could feel the words soaking into my mind.

You will obey me from now on. You will do anything for me, for my lips. You are submissive and obedient to me. You have been hypnotised by my kisses, and you will allow me to do that to you again any time I want. You will not consciously remember being hypnotised, but you will remember craving my kisses. Do you understand?

At certain points I felt my mouth move, almost as if I was responding to her without having to consciously form the words. Well, it was just a dream after all.

You no longer believe I have kleptomania. You will forget that I ever said I have kleptomania. You believe that we have organised these sessions so that I may continue to kiss you. You will think nothing strange of this, but you will not tell anyone else about it, nor will you charge me for these sessions. You will allow me to book them for whatever day and time I want. Any time I kiss you and say 'Sleep for my lips'...

I woke, to my horror, to find myself still on the couch in my office, and Stephanie apparently long gone. How had this happened?! We had kissed, and then... she had made an appointment for Wednesday evening. Yes, I remembered now. After office hours, but I could accommodate her. I hoped I hadn't offended her by falling asleep like this and leaving her to, apparently, show herself out.

I checked my watch for the time.

No.

That wasn't possible.

It was already 3:00 AM!

Not only had I slept on my own couch for over nine hours like some kind of drunken lout, but I had left myself no time to go home and freshen up, never mind prepare for my appointments in the morning. I would have to make do with yesterday's clothes--the thought made my skin crawl, but what choice did I have?

Worse, I had one of the largest erections of my entire life. Even as I hastily tidied myself up and made a hopeless attempt to be presentable for the morning, my manhood throbbed uncomfortably in my trousers, and seemed completely unwilling to go down. It didn't help that I was continually being plagued with memories of Stephanie's lips, and what else we might have done on that couch if I hadn't fallen asleep.

My hand slowly crept downwards. I wasn't sure that I should do this. I was in my office. There would be people in here in just six hours. I... her kisses had me riled up, and that pretty dress that showed off her cleavage so nicely. I couldn't resist my own urges. Surely just a quick rub wouldn't hurt?

But a quick rub turned out not to be nearly enough for the lust raging through my body. Before I knew it, my trousers were down and I was furiously pleasuring myself with a pile of tissues at the ready. Thankfully, it was barely a minute before I had covered them in my seed. I hastily wrapped the tissues into a tight ball, buried it at the bottom of my waste paper bin, and threw open the door in an attempt to air the office out.

I could only hope that, come morning, nobody would notice.

Tuesday dragged on for what seemed like an eternity. I fled the office and plunged myself straight into the hottest and most cleansing shower of my life. I was relieved to have escaped with most of my dignity, and thankful that I at least had Stephanie's appointment the following evening to look forward to. My hand strayed towards my manhood again as I thought about her, and her lips, and her kisses...

The shower ended up being relieving in more ways than one. I collapsed into bed, completely drained.

**********

Wednesday evening found me meticulously dusting my office to make it presentable for Stephanie. A small nagging part of me wondered if I should ask her how I came to fall asleep on my own couch for several hours, but it was largely drowned out by the part that craved her kisses.

When she arrived, she didn't bother with preamble or even a proper greeting. She simply walked into my office, sat on the couch and patted it, an implicit command to join her. I sat down obediently.

"We have a lot of ground to cover today" she said firmly, in a tone I hadn't quite heard from her before. "Let's get right into it."

I wasn't entirely sure what she meant. Wasn't this just another one of our kissing appointments? Before I could ask, her lips were on mine and my mind melted away.

"Sleep for my lips."

I was back in that warm, comfortable dream of lying on Stephanie's lap again, listening to her. Obeying her.

From now on you will treat all women with the utmost courtesy and respect. You will stop thinking of them as eye candy. In fact, you will defer to their experience and expertise whenever possible. Meditate for a while on the fact that I already have a Ph.D in Psychology, the field you love so dearly, and you had no idea. You didn't even ask. You just saw an excuse to flirt with me. Expecting me to swoon over your superior knowledge.

She was right. How could I not have known? I had seen fit to hire her as my secretary so that I may admire her beauty more often... except that thought seemed wrong now.

You are stuck in your ways. People are not machines, and you cannot use mathematics to solve the mind like it's an equation. People are infinitely complex.

Her tone was gentle, but the words were harsh. I shivered, trying to wake up from this dream, but I was soothed by soft kisses on my upturned cheek. Relaxing back into the hazy bliss that clouded my mind.

Shhhshhhshhhhh, just relax, just one more session. You will see me on Friday morning. You will cancel all of your other appointments...

**********

I bluffed my way through Thursday's appointments. My head just wasn't in it. It was as if I no longer believed in my own methods. I think my patients could sense it, too. Some of them, I got the impression as they left my office, wouldn't be back for another appointment.

At least I had cancelled all of my Friday appointments. I could look forward to a nice, quiet weekend to recalibrate myself. After, of course, a nice relaxing Friday morning of kissing Dr. Stephanie. What a wonderful woman she was. I wouldn't be so crass as to linger purely on her physical aspects, but I had to admit her lips, especially, were mesmerising. And on top of her radiant beauty, she was terribly smart and diligent; she had done her Ph.D in Psychology! It seemed only natural to refer to her as Dr. Stephanie after I learned that.

When Friday came, I was in my office as early as I could be, and I was surprised to note that she wasn't far behind me. The whole building had only just opened. I stood aside and allowed her into the office.

"Please, Dr. Stephanie, come in and make yourself comfortable."

Her eyes gleamed. "Good! That's much better, Victor."

I hesitated, unsure what she expected of me now. I knew I was not supposed to leer. Did she intend to spend the session kissing me, like I had wished for? Like I had pleasured myself thinking about so many times?

She stepped into my personal space, so that our faces were nearly touching. I restrained myself. If she wanted to kiss me, she would.

"I have a confession to make" she whispered.

"Yes?" I replied, faintly puzzled.

She kissed me. Her warm, soft lips roamed over mine, chasing my thoughts away.

"Sleep for my lips."

I was gone.

Then something unusual happened. She woke me up, almost. It was as if my eyes were open, and my senses were receiving all their input normally, but my mind was still floating in that hazy dream on her lap.

"My confession is that I'm not just here for your appointments" Stephanie said. "I'm also looking for a job at your office."

My heart would have leapt to hear this only a week ago. But somehow, now I could only say "Yes, Dr. Stephanie."

She kissed me. I realised with some elation that correct answers would lead to kisses.

"You have been hypnotised by my kisses. Say it."

"I have been hypnotised by your kisses."

Kiss

"How do you feel about that?"

"I feel wonderful, Dr. Stephanie."

Kiss

"Interesting. You didn't believe in hypnosis before, did you Victor?"

That was a hard question. It was impossible to focus my thoughts when she was kissing me. How was I supposed to answer it? "I did not, Dr. Stephanie."

No kiss. She said "What changed?"

That was an easy one. "I was hypnotised by your kisses, Dr. Stephanie."

Kiss

"Well, that settles it then. I think you should call me Mistress when we're alone together."

"Yes, Mistress."

Kiss

"Now, about that job I mentioned. You'd love to give me any job working in your office, wouldn't you?"

"Of course, Mistress."

Kiss, kiss

"But your practice is not doing well, and your methods aren't popular with your peers. It treats people like equations to solve."

"Yyyess Mistress." I felt a bit uncomfortable at this, but before I could think about why, her lips were on mine again and the discomfort vanished from my mind.

"You should hire me as another psychologist for your practice."

It's hard to say if I would have protested at this, because she leaned in and kissed me, chasing my thoughts away before I could respond. She then continued talking as though my input was no longer relevant. Which, in truth, it wasn't.

During a barrage of hypnotic kisses that ensured I could never resist, she explained to me what our working relationship would be from now on. I would sign off all of the paperwork she needed me to sign. I would maintain the scheduling, the accounting, and the backend of the business--rather like a secretary. I would still be the face of the business, but for administrative purposes only. Dr. Stephanie would be the one actually offering her counselling services to clients. I would take on clients only if she found them too irksome to deal with, or if they had a problem with talking to a woman for any reason.

She wanted to expand the range of treatments the practice offered, especially to cover hypnotherapy. The thought of her kissing other people like this was discomforting, until she reminded me that if I was a good secretary for her, I would be rewarded with kisses at the end of every day. Perhaps she would even let me pleasure my-

Seriously, Victor! How have you managed to relate to people at all when you talk like this the whole time?!

-jerk off to her.

Over the weekend, we implemented the changes she had suggested. I remembered signing whatever she put in front of me. Giving her a generous paycheque that had been on par with mine or maybe even more, while I took a significant paycut to suit my new duties. It occurred to me, dimly, that she had simply walked in and taken over my business, but I was being regularly hypnotised by her lips, and it was a wonderful feeling to fall into her kiss-induced trance, so who was I to complain?

As it turned out, the transition was even simpler than it sounded on paper. A fresh coat of paint, some curtains to give it a private, intimate atmosphere, a few phone calls to update the website, a bit of furniture shopping to improve the waiting room, and that was it. We didn't even have to change the name of the practice; it could still be called "Dr. Thorpe Psychology and Counselling Services". What a happy coincidence!

From that Monday, after Dr. Stephanie's stealth rebranding and relaunching of the practice, business was booming! For some reason, hypnotherapy was very popular with the influx of new clients Dr. Stephanie attracted, especially the men but also a curious number of women. I supposed I shouldn't be surprised. Dr. Stephanie's ideas were always good. She had told me so while she was kissing me.

With my new and improved attitude, Dr. Stephanie would send me out to do networking with other psychologists. Some of them, who knew me from way back when, seemed surprised to see me outside of an academic or office setting, and some of the women even graciously accepted when I apologised profusely for being rude or chauvinistic in the past.

However, no matter how much they ribbed me to the tune of "Which woman finally got under your skin?", I had been expressly forbidden from mentioning Dr. Stephanie, for the time being at least. This seemed wrong to me, somehow. I knew that she must have a good reason for this that I simply didn't understand, but surely the point of networking was to put names out there? When she allowed me to be lucid for a time, I asked her about it. She laughed and told me that, if this venture got her into trouble, she wanted a quick getaway with as few loose ends as possible. The transition of control of the practice back to me would be as smooth as the transition to her had been, and if there was a fall to take, I would have to take it.

"But don't worry," she said, as she stroked my forehead and started kissing my thoughts away again, "I'm not planning on going anywhere."

She planted an especially long, deep kiss on my lips, and I knew, without her even having to say it, that she wanted me to sleep for her.

As I drifted off, I thought I heard her say "I have big plans for this place..."