Seeking help forgetting a love he pines over, Matt gets reprogrammed and the Dr. ends up with the gal
Dr. Michaels was running a special, one of those late night el cheapo cable commercials for cigarette smoking cessation, relationship problems, etc.
Matt had just found out that what would have been the love of his life was willing to get back together with him, but he had not asked her in time. Three different occasions they had met as 'friends" since the minor incident that caused them to back off from each other occurred. She had forgiven him and he wasn't even aware. Now he was devastated, a shell of his former confident, successful self. His life, his dreams, the house he had planned to share with her was all for nothing, so he thought. His mind drifted from fantasizing about her 3-5 times a day, draining him, to thoughts of self-destruction.
It had become more than he could bear when he saw the infomercial. He had tried to meet other women, but they were not her. Even dating and sex with someone else was not the same. He was bad off and had to make a change or self-destruct. That's when Matt visited Dr. Michaels.
"Come in Matt" said Dr. Michaels. "Have a seat over here, and tell me again what we discussed on the phone." he said. Matt gave him the whole story, of a summer romance that went into winter, and how all would have been well had it not been for that one or two bad days they had. Now he knew she would have forgiven him and all would be fine, had she not been so distraught as to get into a scene where she had more to lose than gain, but hey, the other guy gave her a ring. The Dr. was thoughtful.
"So you want to forget this whole thing ever happened, and clear you mind and soul, be at peace." Asked the Dr. "Yes, that's about it". Said Matt. "That's pretty tough, but it can be done. It will require regression therapy, and memory replacement, you'll need a few sessions but I think it can be done quickly. Say, what's so special about this gal that you can't get over her?" he said. Matt pulled out a photo of the brown haired blue-eyed beauty, a doppelganger for Sela Ward. The Dr. almost lost his composure. He HAD to have her, after all that Matt had explained. He calmly gave the picture back to Matt.
"Would you like to get started?" the Dr. asked. "Sure," said Matt. They began. "Matt", I want you to sit with your legs straight, and arms relaxed. Let your energy flow from your fingertips and toes. Relax the top of your head, completely relax. Now relax your neck muscles, you shoulder, your upper back. Breathe in relaxation and exhale tension and stress. Completely relax you upper torso, your chest, you abdomen. Allow the feeling of relaxation to travel to your arms, upper and lower, to your hands, and to your fingertips. Relax." Matt was going under. His highly stressed state made him very suggestible. "Relax, now and let the feeling of relaxation travel down your waist, to your genitals, and to your thighs. Let it travel down your legs to your feet and to your toes.
On the count of five you'll be deep deep asleep." Matt was under. Now the Dr. Had some questions. "This woman, Laura, you're pining over, has she gotten married yet?" asked the Dr. "No, just engaged and with doubts." said Matt. "Hmmm. sounds like they need pre-marriage counseling with a free weekend vacation voucher to get them in the door." said the Dr. He began taking notes. "Matt" can you remember her address? I'll need that from you." e said slyly. Matt gave him the address, cell number, phone numbers and where she worked. The Dr. had a plan to visit were she worked, plant suggestions about his services, then send a mailer, and get them in for a "consultation."
Matt revealed the fiancée was trying to quit smoking. The Dr. would use that as an excuse as well. Now to handle Matt. He would get him over her, and into the kid of woman that would make the former girlfriend lose all interest in him. "Matt, describe you ideal woman for me ,physically" ,said the Dr. Matt described a tall thin brunette, with bright eyes, long legs, and a sultry voice. "Very good Matt. I want you to tell me specifically what gets you aroused about a woman, and what runs through your mind at the moment of orgasm" said the Dr. "Right before I cum, I imagine the woman on a pedestal, looking up at her beauty and I think about how much I love her and want to please her sexually. Getting her off makes me happy, and reinforces my sexual prowess." said Matt. "Wow, what a hopeless romantic" thought the Dr. "How do you feel about blondes?" asked the Dr. "Never trusted them, they are the opposite of what I see myself with long term." said Matt.
"Hmmm. Now Matt, whenever you see a blonde, but not just any blonde, you will have the image in your head that makes you cum. She will have to be short, heavy set, smoke, and have a whiny voice. You'll cruise the thrift shops and Laundromats of the lower income neighborhoods, until you find your white trash goddess. Are you a breast man by chance?" asked the Dr. "Yes," said Matt. "Is it because the bosom makes you feel secure and safe?" asked the doctor? "Yes" said Matt. "Well now, you will find only the feet of the white trash goddess can make you feel that same sensation. You will find yourself going to the internet to look at the foot web sites, and develop an ever increasing foot fetish to the point where it takes the feet to get you off. The loud whiny voice of your heavy-set new woman as you try to make love to her feet, will put you in a state of bliss, even if she protests and thinks you are a pervert. It will only arouse you more. You'll never hesitate to want to grovel at and lick her pudgy little feet clean." Said the Dr. "Tall thin Brunettes bore you, completely leave you unexcited. You could not get it up with one if you wanted. You find them to be dull and unexciting." He told Matt.
Matt had a whole new set of parameters as to his taste in women but the Dr. still needed to make sure that the ex would not have a chance with him. "Matt, he said." Last summer you worked harder at your job than you have ever worked. You were too busy to date but did not mind. You had a lone, but productive summer. When you remember that summer you have no recollection of dating. You cannot under any circumstances be made to remember or want to remember anything but a summer alone, happy and productive.
If you ever meet anyone who claims to have been with you that summer, they are obviously hallucinating. You had a great cross-country drive, went to the Grand Canyon, and worked the rest of the time. Any time you meet a tall thin brunette, you can smell rotten eggs coming off of her, and if you ever meet anyone named "Laura" you will immediately feel cold and indifferent. You need to flash back to anyone you ever met named Laura now with me Matt, and each face you see will irreversibly erase, and be replaced by a blank" Satisfied that Matt would not even remember the girl, and would go for a different type, he was ready to wake him up.
"Matt, you are about to awake, and will need to have your sessions reinforced once a week to keep you mentally healthy. You will not only accept all the suggestions we made to get your mind off you ex, you will embrace them with fervor. Your taste in women has always been what it is now, after our discussion. Your fetish has been there as long as you can remember. You will go home and say the phrase 'Dr. Michaels rules" then go into a hypnotic state, under which you will get rid of or destroy any traces of things, letters or photos of any woman who is not your white trash blonde goddess ideal. After that is done, you'll count up to 3, awake and feel refreshed. Let's awake now on the count of three". Matt awoke.
"So buddy, how do you feel now? Over those feelings of depression and stress you had when you came in? asked the Dr. "Yes, I feel great, I can't even remember why I was so stressed out in the first place, actually." Said Matt, a little concerned. "You won't be smoking any more, I'll wager, and no more worries, eh?" Said the doc Matt left for now, and decided he'd stop in to the Laundromat and cruise for a sexy, short blonde on the way home.
Dr. Michaels walked into the store where Matt's ex worked, and noticed exactly why Matt was so hooked. The woman behind the counter could have been a hypnotist herself, with beauty like that. The Dr. walked over to her and asked a few questions. "Hi there, I couldn't help but notice that you had an engagement ring on." He said. "Yeah, I designed it myself", she said. "Why do you ask?" "You may have seen my commercials on TV and asked yourself, "is a pre-marriage counseling session really what I need before I make one of life's most important decisions...you may find yourself wondering how you'll be able o handle married life without a pre-planning to understand each other better. You may find yourself wanting to call my office and bring your fiancée in for a free consultation and get the promo weekend retreat just for scheduling a second set of sessions. You will need to call today after looking at my card several times." He said. There were implied hypnotic commands in everything he said, and at Laura's current schedule of 50+ hours per week, she was very suggestible. She took his card. He looked at her and deduced she was a physical, rather than an emotional subject, and when the book store emptied for a moment, and she came from behind the counter to to restack some books, he followed her. Sure they were isolated, he used a stage hypnosis trick and when he dropped a book, as she bent to pick it up, he tugged her arm and put her under. She collapsed to the floor. "Deeper, deeper trance now Laura" he said. "You can stand and appear alert and awake but you are still deep asleep, stand now.
She stood up slowly, her bright eyes glassed over, her movements stiff. Dr. Michaels whispered as not to arouse suspicion. "Laura, you desperately need to attend a counseling session with me. Bring your fiancée and don't take no for an answer. When I call you on the phone as soon as you hear my voice you instantly go into this state, but 10x deeper. In person I only need say, "go under". My voice reaches deep inside you and triggers the thought that makes you cum when you are with a lover. My voice only can do that Laura, you hover on the edge of orgasm, unwilling to release until I say so. Do you understand?
"Yes, Dr. " was her soft reply. "Very good, now I'll say "snap out of it" and you'll awake, not remembering being hypnotized but acting on all my suggestions." Said the Dr. She awoke and put the books on the shelf. He spoke. "Well, I've taken enough of your time, thank you for looking for that book anyway!" As he exited. Laura trembled. "Wow, that guy has a great voice, I can't wait to schedule an appointment with him." she thought.
Laura closed the store. Her fiancée was at home, asleep, after a long day. Her cell phone rang. "Laura, it's Dr. Michaels" said the voice on the other end. Her body went stiff, her expression blank, and she stood immobilized. "Can you hear me Laura? he asked" "Yes." "Very good, now listen carefully my dear. You will have several dreams tonight, and will have a quiet orgasm to yourself as you awake from each one. You will not need to touch yourself, in fact, you cannot." You will imagine yourself in my office, being hypnotized, and the idea of giving away control will make you very excited. You will want to go deeper and deeper and feel yourself laying there like a Barbie doll, willing to be posed in any position that pleases me. My voice will bring you close to cumming and when I say, 'follow Dr's Orders', you will cum. Your second dream will have you on your knees, and when you look up and see me staring down at you, my member in your hand, you will take it into your mouth and awake in orgasm.
Your third dream will be one of complete submission. You will be in your favorite black panties, and black bra, in a hypnotic trance, arms extended in front of you, at a gathering of professional hypnotists, in front of everyone. I will give you a series of commands from behaving like a robot, to posing as a mannequin, to crawling on all fours, to performing fellatio on anyone I call from the audience without hesitation. You will awake in orgasm upon imagining I can say "blank slate" to make your mind completely blank, in this room filled with people. Surrendering this much control will make you very horny. Also Laura, every little thing that has ever annoyed you about your fiancée will magnify by 10% every hour, daily until we meet. You will schedule a Thursday appointment.
That is all, you will hang up the phone on the count of three, not remember it ringing, and snap out of it" He said.
After several days of erotic dreams about that Dr. and a growing annoyance with her fiancée, Laura was so very happy to finally be at the appointment. Her fiancée John, was perplexed and stressed out He could not figure out her change in behavior, lack of sex drive, and all the extra time she had been sleeping.
The Dr. Began. "As you two are well aware, marriage is not to be entered into lightly, and people can find out things they were not aware of too late..." He continued and asked John if he felt he could relax enough to talk. John was resistant, but the Dr. had some great tools at his disposal, and suggested John needed to try an anti- anxiety cocktail to relax. Laura insisted he do it as well. The Xanax laced liquid tasted cool and sweet. John felt himself getting very relaxed and comfortable. There was enough in it to put him into a sold trance state. The Dr. then decided to put him under deeper until he was ready for suggestions. Laura sat there quietly in awe of the power of hypnosis. Just as she was about to ask a question. The Dr. coldly snapped. "go under." She was entranced. The doctor looked at the two of them. This lucky bastard had it all he thought, from what Matt said about her, she was everything the Doc had been looking for.
Having forgotten he ever had a summer fling with the Beautiful Laura, Matt gazed up lovingly at the short, chain smoking, heavyset bleached blonde he had met at the Laundromat. Her thick calves felt good in his hands, her sweaty skin glistened as he removed her jellies, and began to lick her soft, padded feet. "Damn, nobody ever paid attention to my feet before darlin," she said. Matt feverishly licked and sucked on her feet until he needed release. He came like a rocket as she blew smoke in his face and she began coughing. He could not wait to feel her full weight crushing him, to ram his tongue into her cigarette tasting mouth, and have her ride him until he could not walk. This made so much sense he thought. This was his ideal woman.
Laura was standing in the corner like a robot, the Dr. was extremely turned on. John sat slumped in his chair. "John, do you like to drink?" He asked. "Yes," he said. "Now it takes three times as much alcohol for you to get the same buzz., and this pisses you off. You will blame Laura and her lack of attention to you sexually for needing to drink more. You will yell loud and often, at every little thing. You will find your penis has betrayed you when you finally do get close to her, and again, it's her fault. You want a blonde, not this skinny brunette who pisses you off. Every time you look at her face you will remember something in your past that pissed you off, and associate it with her. She is the ball and chain, she has made you miserable. You will casually use the word 'whore" in reference to her in front of her, and all the little quirks you tolerate now will magnify and annoy you terribly."
Meanwhile, Laura stood like a robot, not listening to anything because she was not to hear a thing until touched on the nose by the Dr. She was oblivious to her fiancées programming, just re-running all those great dreams through her head until touched on the nose.
John was pretty twisted now, thought the Dr. Laura was becoming used to and obsessed with the idea of losing all control and being hypnotized. Within a week she would be so programmed at the thought of how being hypnotized and giving up all thought and control turned her on, she'd be his. Totally. He had instilled the desire to increase with each session, and the intensity of the pleasure to increase as well. Engaged life had put a couple lbs on her since she had been with Matt, but the Dr. instructed her to start hitting the gym, hard, and put her on a diet that would make her fill full but would really deprive her of nutrition, thus making her brainwashing that much more intense.
He had it planned out, that by the end of the week John would move out, and that weekend Laura would spend 48 hours in trance, repeating to herself all the new commands the Dr. wanted to instill. There was a convention in Atlantic City at the end of the month and his colleagues would be blown away at this incredible woman who responded practically by remote control. Then he had an idea. He could condition responses to a series of beeps and tones, and she would literally be on remote control. He could use his cell phone in 3 note increments and attach them to a command. Dial 173 and fellatio. Dial 174 and robot, 175 to crawl on all fours, 176 to blank her mind, 169 and she'd 69 with another woman, etc. He almost exploded thinking about it.
Now on Matt's next session, he would make it a point to have him schedule a way for John see his new Girlfriend, and want her desperately. The two of them could fight it out over her, and Laura would be forgotten by one, and despised by the other.
She would be his to do with what he pleased. He was abominable.