Penelope's Visit to Hypno Dentistry
The Nefarious Dr. Grant
by GlassO
Dr. Grant smiled like the Cheshire cat. It was the moment she lived for. Catching her subject unaware; watching their confusion as she slipped in her suggestions to their helpless minds; and then seeing them succumb. Surrendering. It sent a shiver through her every time. More than a shiver. Like a little mini orgasm.
She watched Penelope’s body sink deeper into relaxation as the VR program started to take hold on her, compounding the depth of her trance. She thought it was curious that as this lovely girl relaxed, her legs had spread wide and both her hands lay still between her legs. Dr. Grant raised her skirt and felt Penelope’s damp underwear, much to her delight. Perhaps she’d discovered a secret hypno-fetishist. That would make the pleasure conditioning so much easier...having a subject whose subconscious mind was already eager to be subjugated this way. The poor girl probably had no idea this fetish had been waiting for her all this time. You don’t find your fetishes. Your fetishes find you. Dr. Grant gently rubbed her victim’s clit a little and elicited a soft moan from her. There was nothing in the trance she was experiencing that connected pleasure and obedience, but why not start that association now?
“Carol,” she said to the receptionist.
“Yes Dr. Grant?”
“In about 5 minutes, I’d like to start masturbating this patient...gently. Let the pleasure build, but don’t try to solicit an orgasm...but if it happens...it happens. She’ll probably be too deep by that time to come out of trance. Ideally I’d like her needy to come. To rely on us for her orgasm. I’ve been playing with the idea of adding denial into our regiment to instill even deeper levels of control. This one might be a good test subject for that theory.
Dr. Grant licked her lips in anticipation. She made a mental note to thank Dr. Delgardo for sending her such an exquisite creature. Of course Dr. Delgado would be receiving the reward of getting to fuck this creature, so there was some quid pro quo already built into the arrangement, but still...Dr. Grant could not wait to see her naked. To see those bountiful breasts set free. Her lovely thick thighs promised a generous ass as well. A playground of flesh. Truly this subject would prove to be a highly coveted addition to her stable of assets.
Dr. Grant took Mary into the back for her root canal. She followed Dr. Grant silently, unaware of her surroundings. They stopped into the changing room. Olivia was sitting there in the great easy chair, naked, dazed and absent-mindedly masturbating, further cementing her association of pleasure with obedience. Her right hand rhythmically stroked up and down between her legs as her left hand slowly stroked her tit. Soft sighs escaped her lips. Dr. Grant knew exactly what she was fantasizing about; It was this. Sitting naked in a chair and being commanded to masturbate. Not just commanded...forced to masturbate. All choice removed. Olivia had such a high pressure job. So many decisions, that could lead to fortunes being made or lost, not just for her but for everyone who relied on her. So many choices...so many decisions...to have her choices reduced...and then removed all together, so all she could was obey...there was nothing that turned her on more. It seduced her subconscious completely.
It was rather a full day here at the clinic Dr. Grant noted. She turned to Mary and began running her hand down Mary’s slack arm.
“It’s time for your treatment, Mary,” she said, watching a wave of relaxation run through the girl as the trigger phrase took effect. So beautiful. So compliant.
“I’d like you to undress, Mary,”she said,”and when you have completed undressing, walk to Dr. Oritz’s office, sit in the chair, and then go even deeper into trance. Do you understand?”
“I understand, Dr. Grant.” she replied.
Of course there really was no practical reason to have her root canal performed in the nude, this was more of a courtesy to Dr. Oritz, who enjoyed working on beautiful, naked women. And he never let his lust intrude on the professionalism of his work. The appetite that would build throughout the day could certainly be sated at the appropriate time. A perk of the job.
Mary got undressed in a perfunctory manner and walked out of the changing room. Dr. Grant ran her hand up the back of her thigh and between her ass cheeks as she left. It wasn’t a particularly big ass, but it was firm and round. She imagined that Dr. Oritz would have her turn around in the chair after her session and have his way with her doggy style before sending her back to her to receive her new assignment.
Dr. Grant turned her attention back to Olivia. By now her mind would be in that blissful state of mush where she would obey without question; that little voice that was supposed to keep her true to herself, drowned out by lust and her compulsion to obey. Dr. Grant waited until she was close to approaching another orgasm before she struck.
“Stop touching yourself Olivia. Hands by your side. You may not come. Obey me.” she said in a cruel tone.
“I obey.” Olivia responded automatically as her hands dropped by her side. Dr. Grant could see the need on her face though. Conflicted by the need to come and the need to obey.
“Very good, Olivia,” Dr. Grant continued...deeply amused by the look of frustration on her face. “It’s so pleasurable to have your thoughts drained away, isn’t it?”
“Yes...”
“But not all your thoughts are gone, are they...there is only one thought...and that only thought is how good it feels to only have one thought. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes...”
“Yes...”
“Yes...I’m going to give you a new thought to focus on. A single, solitary thought. That thought is how badly you want to come. How badly you need to come. Can you focus on that now?”
“Yes...uhhhhh” Olivia’s face contorted as the pressure built inside her.
“What are you thinking Olivia?” Dr. Grant purred.
“Uhh...I need to come...I need to come...please...please let me come!”
Olvia’s hands twitched futilely, unable to give herself relief. Her face and body convulsed as she grew flush with need, but unable to do anything about it.
“I can make you come Olivia. You’re so close now, aren’t you? Just the slightest brush of my hand would send you over the edge wouldn’t it? And how wonderful that would feel. The rush of pleasure...the relief it would bring you...you can imagine how that would feel, can’t you?”
“Yes! Yes! Please! Please! Please make me come, I’m begging you!”
“What will you do for me if I make you come?”
“Anything! I will do anything you say!”
“Anything?”
“Yes! Please please please!”
Dr. Grant leaned in close. “Listen to me carefully. In a moment, I will make you come, and it will be the most intense sexual experience of your life. And as you come, all your will, will drain out of your pussy. Just washed away. And what will be left is an obedient drone who does what she is told. A drone who will tell us about all the financial transactions, all the insider knowledge she keeps locked up in that cluttered brain of hers. Do you understand?”
“Yes! Yes!” Olivia thrashed about, lifting her hips, desperate to make contact.
“I believe you,” said Dr. Grant as she forcefully cupped Olivia. Dipping her fingers inside her while her thumb put pressure on her clit. “Now come for me.”
Olivia’s cries could be heard throughout the office. She thrashed in the chair as if an electric charge was running through her. Dr. Grant soaked in this sight. She certainly was not immune to the sight of a beautiful woman lost in the throes of ecstasy and she was already imagining how she might slake her own lust.
When Olivia came down. Dr. Grant sent her to the accountant to extract the information that kept the office in fine financial shape. She had no doubt that Olivia would be very forthcoming in providing the tips and information that would profit them greatly.
Carol appeared at the door.
“You know, we really need to invest in some soundproofing. What if a client had come into reception?”
Dr. Grant smiled. “Well it’s a dentist office...screams are expected.”
“Yeah, but not really conducive to someone nervous about going to the dentist. I’m gonna add sound-proofing onto my to do list. Oh, and the new girl, Penelope. Her hand is raised.”
Dr. Grant smiled. She had some ideas on how to work out her own lustful desires.