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HypnoTV: Frasier
by MAW
MC,FF,MF
Not to be read by anyone under 18. This story contains graphic
descriptions of sexuality. If this offends you, leave now. This is
fiction. Hypnosis does not work this way. If you feel like trying
this seek help. My thanks to the fan who sent this idea in. He
requested anonymity, but he knows who he is and thanks.
"No, madam, I can assure you, there is no chance whatsoever that your
collection of Bee Gees memoriblia is causing your husband's impotence.
Now, if it was the Spice Girls, then there might be something."
Dr. Frasier Crane never ceased to be amazed at the amazing ammount of
complexes in the population of Seattle. After a slow start, his radio
show was getting good ratings and his reputation as a call-in
psychiatrist was building. It felt good to help people out with their
problems. Of course, he also attracted a larger ammount of nutcases
than he had in private practice.
"Well, that's all the time we have today," Frasier said as he was
given a signal by Roz, his assistant. "Until next time, this is Dr.
Frasier Crane, wishing you all happy thoughts." With that, he flicked
a switch and leaned back. "God, what a pack of nutballs!"
"Um, Dr. Crane, you're still on the air," Roz said. Frasier
frantically looked behind him, to see the "ON AIR" sign off. "Made you
look," Roz laughed.
Frasier glared at her. "Do you make it your mission in life to torment
me?"
"It's more of a side hobby lately," Roz said as she pulled her
headphones off her brown hair. She was attractive, with a curvaceous
body that had more than its fair share of tumbles in the sack.
Clinically, Roz was a sexual-compulsive with little taste for
commitment. Although she was a good producer and Frasier did consider
her a friend, her
humor sometimes got on his nerves. "I'll see you later. I have to take
care of some log stuff here."
"Are you on top or bottom?" Niles Crane said as he entered. Frasier's
brother was quite thin with fading dark-blond hair and always wore a
dour expression, one deepened by his recent estrangement from his wife
Maris. While the last few years of their marriage hadn't been a
picnic, the end still hurt Niles. A divorcee himself, Frasier could
relate. Niles wasn't exactly a fan of Roz's various flings. Satisfied
with his zinger, Niles turned his attention to his brother. "Frasier,
I was wondering if we could stop for a bite to eat."
"Sorry, Niles, I'm going home. Since Dad is gone with Eddie to that
reunion, I intend to enjoy the peace and serenity of my home while I
can."
"Well, I can understand your hermitive behavior even if I don't
condone it." Niles and Fraiser stepped into the hallway, Frasier
pulling on his coat. "Frasier, did you receive that package from that
old friend of yours in Boston?"
"Ah, yes, the tapes. According to his description they do marvels. The
first ones are designed to be played in waiting rooms. Underneath some
nice jazz music is a series of subminimal messages that lowers the
resistance level, makes the patient more susceptible to hypnotic
induction."
"Yes, thereby increasing the initial state of trance and the subject's
willingness to comply with suggestions. Well, I stopped by your
apartment this afternoon to check them out, see if I can use them and
it seems that first one is missing."
"Really?" Frasier frowned. "Did Daphne know where it was?"
"She was out at the store. The rest were stacked by the stereo but the
first one was missing. I was wondering if you had it."
"I might have left it in my study at home. Tell you what, I'll look
for them when I get home and drop them by you." With that, Frasier
walked off, heading to his car. Niles shook his head, bothered. His
birthday was tomorrow and Frasier hadn't said anything about it. It
wasn't that Niles thought Frasier had forgotten, he was afraid Frasier
was planning a party. Every time Frasier tried to plan something
fancy, it somehow turned into a public nightmare. At least Maris
hadn't been around to most of them. Thinking of his ex-wife caused
Niles to sigh again. He had a meeting that afternoon with her lawyers
for further divorce settlements. As painful as his marriage had been,
the divorce was even worse.
He passed the control booth and saw Roz lightly bouncing her head and
humming. He paused, listening, and slowly became aware that a jazz
number was playing over the speakers inside the booth. "Roz, what
music is this?"
"It's called jazz," Roz replied without turning around. "It's arty, so
you should know it."
"I meant where did you get it?"
"Oh, I snagged a tape from Frasier's last night. Listened to it in the
car. Pretty cool." A light bulb went on in Niles' head. He gazed at
Roz, who was fixing her attention to the console. An idea began to
creep through Niles' brain. He had a more mischievous and humorous
mind than people thought and he had stumbled upon a joke to play on
his older brother. "You look tired out, Roz."
"Hey, I didn't even have a date last night," Roz said, on guard. "That
is, not by choice, you know?"
"No, no, I didn't mean that. I meant you look stressed from your work
and job. I know Frasier isn't the easiest person to get along with,
especially on the job."
"Tell me about it," Roz muttered.
"Let me show you a little something I know. It really does help you
relax, lowers your anxiety. Honest, it does wonders."
"Well, all right." Niles came up behind Roz's chair. "Okay, now just
get comfortable and close your eyes." Although a little wary, Roz did
so. "Okay, now just relax. Take a few nice, slow, deep breaths. Let
the tension flow from your body with every breath. Just take it nice
and slow. Try to clear your thoughts of everything, all your worries
and all your anxieties and just let go and listen to my voice. Just
listen to my voice and take nice, slow breaths."
Niles placed his index fingers on Roz's temples and began to move them
in a light, circular motion, moving his voice in a soft monotone.
"Now, Roz, think of a place. A nice, soothing place, somewhere where
you feel perfectly at ease and totally calm. Picture yourself in that
place, Roz. It's nice and wonderful and soothing. Can you see yourself
there?"
"Yeah.." Roz said sleepily.
"Good. Now, Roz, I want you to count backwards from a hundred. Just
count down from 100 and keep counting. As you count, you will feel a
wave of relaxation come over you. As you count down, you will feel
more and more relaxed. With each number, you feel more and more
relaxed until you finally drift into a nice, relaxful sleep. Now count
down until you fall into this wonderful sleep."
The tape had worked extremely well in lowering Roz's resistance. She
only made it to 87 before her voice drifted off and her head lowered
onto her chest. Niles turned the chair so Roz faced him. "Now, Roz, I
want you to answer any of my questions honestly. You want to answer
them honestly. It makes you feel good to be honest. Now, Roz, is
Frasier planning a party for my birthday?"
"..Yes.." Roz whispered.
Just as he'd thought. The idea that had come to Niles wasn't quite
ethical but he was in a mood for mischief at the moment and wanted to
play a joke on his brother. "Now, Roz, when I snap my fingers, you
won't remember anything about this conversation. When you leave here,
you will go to Frasier's apartment. As you near his apartment, you
will begin to feel aroused, excited. As you get nearer and nearer, you
will begin to feel horny. You will be very horny by the time you enter
Frasier's apartment. And you will want to feel sexual satisfaction
badly. So badly that you will want sex at that very moment. Also, when
you hear my voice say the words 'Picasso kablam', you will fall once
again into this wonderful state of sleep. Now, remember that but
nothing else." Niles stood up and snapped his fingers.
Roz blinked open her eyes and shook her head. "Wow, that really
worked. Thanks, Niles."
"Don't mention it." Niles walked out, a broad smile on his face as he
thought about the way things were going to play out.
Frasier walked into his apartment, threw his coat onto the chair and
collapsed onto the couch. "I need a drink," he muttered.
"Well, don't be expecting me to get it." Daphne's British accent
filled the apartment as she stepped out of the kitchen. "I've got
enough on my hands cleaning this place before your father gets home."
"Please, I've seen what Eddie does, he shouldn't be bothered by
untidiness," Frasier said. Daphne sat down on the chair, sighing.
"Woo, good to take a load off."
Frasier glanced at his watch. He had just enough time to get himself a
drink before going down to drop off the fee for Niles' party. He
nervously took his pen out of his vest pocket and began to lightly
twirl it in between his thumb and forefinger. "By the way, Daphne,
have you seen that tape I had by the stereo last night?"
"Oh, the jazz one, yes, I listened to it last night while I was
cleaning. Good music there." Daphne's eyes were fixed on the pen in
Frasier's hand, the way the light glinted off it and shone. It was
soothing in a way, the nice patterns of light and they way they moved
back and forth. They seemed to be just the right thing to watch after
a hard day of work. It felt good just to sit back and watch and relax.
Frasier had continued to talk, making plans for Niles' party and for
the upcoming week. It was a few minutes before he noticed Daphne's
silence. He glanced at her and saw her eyes half-closed, fixed on the
shining pen he was twirling. He was confused at first, then remembered
the tape Daphne had heard. His first impulse was to snap her out of
it, but an idea suddenly sprang into his mind. Before he could talk
himself out of it, he raised the pen up, Daphne's gaze following it.
"Watch the pen, Daphne. It's so relaxing and so soothing to watch the
pen. Watch the light gleam off it as it turns, back and forth, back
and forth, waves of light coming into your eyes. It's so wonderful to
watch and you feel so relaxed now. So very relaxed. As the waves of
light keep coming, your eyes feel heavy and relaxed. You feel so tired
now all you want to do is close your eyes. Close them. Just close your
eyes and relax completely." Daphne's eyes shut and she slipped down
slightly in her seat. Frasier appraised her, unsure of what to do
next. He decided to ask her a question that had been bothering him for
years. "Daphne, are you aware that Niles loves you?"
Daphne's lips parted slightly as she whispered "yes.."
Nodding, Frasier asked another question. "Do you love Niles?"
After a moment of hesitation, Daphne replied. "Yes.."
"I'll be damned," Frasier said. All the pining Niles had been doing
for the last few years and Daphne felt the same way. They were
probably too afraid of commitment and rejection to say anything about
it. Frasier thought for a moment before coming to a solution. All
right, it wasn't ethical, but if it stopped this romantic
cat-and-mouse game of theirs, it'd be worth it. "Daphne, when I tell
you to wake up, you'll awaken with no memory of being asleep. Now, as
you work her today, you'll begin to feel a growing sense of sexual
arousal, one that you'll want to release. The next time a person comes
to this apartment and make an advance to you, you want to answer it in
full at that very moment. Now, if you hear me say 'Flower dower',
you'll fall back into this wonderful sleep state. Remember that and
nothing else. Now, wake up."
Daphne's eyes snapped open as clarity returned to her features. "I'm
sorry, Dr. Crane, I must have dozed off."
"No problem, Daphne," Frasier said as he stood up. "I've got some
things to do. I won't be back until later."
"All right, see you then." Daphne waved as Frasier walked out, his
mind already imagining the look on Niles' face when he arrived.
Roz was horny. Really horny. She hadn't felt this hot in a long time.
It seemed to have increased as she walked to Frasier's door. Weird.
Roz didn't know what was causing it but she did know what to do to end
it.
She knocked on the door and gave a quick scratch to her crotch. She
could feel a slight dampness already there. She threw her hand away as
the door opened and Daphne stood there. "Oh, Roz, come on in. I'm
afraid Frasier's not here right now."
"That's okay," Roz said as she stepped inside. She paused in the
middle of the room, gathering her thoughts. "Something the matter?"
Daphne asked as she came up behind her.
"No," Roz replied. "Yes. I don't know." She turned around and faced
Daphne. "Look, this may be an off-the-wall question but have you
ever--done it--with a woman?"
Daphne turned her face away and Roz instantly felt guilty. "I'm sorry,
I didn't have any right to ask."
"No, it's all right," Daphne said, sighing. "The answer is no, but I
have thought about it a bit. You know, youthful imaginings, things
like that. But I've never done it."
"I have," Roz said. "A few times." She put her hand in Daphne's. "It's
actually not bad." She and Daphne stood for a moment, gazing at each
other. Then, Roz leaned in and kissed Daphne lightly. They were frozen
for a moment, then Daphne slowly leaned in and returned the kiss as
the two embraced.
Niles almost threw back his coffee with glee, his mind trying to gauge
the expression on Frasier's face when Roz came onto him. He didn't
really know if Frasier would go for it, but it would be fun. Niles'
mood lasted to about two seconds after he saw Frasier walk through the
door. Frasier saw him as well and the two stared at one another in
shock. Frasier charged to Niles' table and took a seat. "What are you
doing here?" he hissed.
"What're you? And why are you so concerned?"
They blurted it out at once, each stunned at what the other had been
planning. Frasier bolted out of his seat. "We have to get there."
"You don't think Roz would come onto Daphne, do you?"
"For God's sake Niles, the woman thinks the Kama Sutra is a beginner's
manual!" Frasier ran out the door, Niles following him, oddly
attracting no attention as they left.
Roz and Daphne rolled on the bed, their naked bodies shoved together,
their wet pussies touching. Roz ended up on top, spreading out
Daphne's hands as they kissed. She moved down, kissing both of
Daphne's pert breasts, eliciting a moan from the British woman. She
lay a small kiss on the sunken belly before coming to Daphne's dark
clit. Roz immediately went to work, placing her tongue inside and
licking at Daphne's pussy. She slid her hands underneath and squeezed
Daphne's cheeks as she went. She drove her head in deeper between
Daphne's legs, pushing her tongue deep inside until Daphne came onto
her tongue.
After licking away Daphne's juices, Roz crawled up the other woman's
body, sitting atop Daphne's face. After a few hesitant kisses, Daphne
placed her tongue inside Roz's clit and started licking. She did it
long and slow, taking her time with it, which increased the pleasure
further. Roz moaned as Daphne's hand squeezed her breasts, rocking
herself gently on her friend's face. She was in a combination of pain
and pleasure as she held herself back, enjoying the skillful touch of
Daphne's tongue inside her. Finally, she came, her orgasm spilling
onto Daphne's pretty face.
Frasier and Niles burst through the door just in time to hear Roz gasp
in pleasure. They quickly took in the trail of clothes strewn around
the floor, leading to the bedroom. They stood there for a moment, at a
loss for words. "This could be some sort of sign," Frasier said.
"In what way?"
"Well, Niles, two women we know are making love to each other because
of our sibling rivalry. I don't think you have to be Freud to see the
symbolism here."
"Don't bring Freud into this. Now what?"
"Well, let's do something." Fraiser walked to the bedroom door and
opened it. Before Daphne or Roz could react he said, "Flower Dower."
Daphne shut her eyes and sank down on the bed. Roz landed on top of
her as Niles said, "Picasso kablam." The two brothers stared at one
another. "That's a trigger phrase?" Frasier said.
"Well, at least mine doesn't sound like a schoolyard chant," Niles
stiffly replied. "I guess we'd better tell them to forget this."
"I'll get Roz home, but there's something you should know," Frasier
said "Look, Niles, what we both did was wrong, we have to face that.
But something good's come out of it."
"And what, pray tell, might that be?"
"Daphne told me she loves you."
Niles' usually passive features turned to a mix of surprise and joy.
"Really?" he whispered.
Frasier nodded. "Yes. Roz, open your eyes and stand up. Go to the
living room and get dressed." Roz slowly rose and walked past the two
brothers, obliviously staring forward. Frasier and Niles continued to
stare at one another. "I'll take her home. I'll let you decide what to
do." Frasier turned and walked to the outer room.
Niles appraised Daphne's naked form for some time, mulling his
options. He stood there long after Frasier had taken the entranced Roz
home. He thought about his relationship with Maris and his infatuation
with Daphne. He thought of how his feelings for the latter were much
larger than the former. He finally made a decision. He stripped off
his coat, then his suit, finally standing naked. He got onto the bed
and touched Daphne's sweet nude form. "Daphne," he whispered. "When I
snap my fingers, you'll wake up. You will not remember what happened
between you and Roz. That was a dream. When you see me, your feelings
about me will come to the surface. You will not feel any fear or
hesitation. You will want to act upon your feelings at once." Niles
took a deep breath, then snapped his fingers.
Daphne's eyes blinked open, then focused on Niles. Niles was uncertain
of what would happen. If Frasier had been lying about Daphne, she'd be
perfectly in the right to punch him out. He needn't have worried. Once
she saw him, Daphne reached up and kissed him full on the lips. He was
motionless, stunned by his dream suddenly coming true. Then, he
returned her kiss, embracing her and leaning down on her.
He lay kisses all over her, her throat and cheeks first. Then he
buried his head in between her breasts, laying kisses all over them,
squeezing them together. She sighed as his rock-hard cock entered her
pussy. It had been a while, but Niles soon established a rythym,
pushing himself in and out of Daphne, her moans driving him on. His
long-buried sexual fervor came to the surface, pushing him on as he
drove his member in and out of Daphne. She clutched a handful of
sheets as he continued, ripping them off as they orgasmed together,
the culmination of years of wanting finally achieved.
Frasier came to the door of his apartment. He had left Roz at home
with no memories of her encounter with Daphne. As far as she was
concerned, she'd spent the day working in her house. Frasier paused as
he reached the door and listened. He could hear sounds coming behind
it, moans that seemed to be coming from the living room.
Smiling, Frasier pocketed his key and walked back down the hall. Now
was a good time to enjoy a latte. "Happy Birthday, little brother,"
Frasier whispered as he headed to the nearest coffee shop.
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