The test came back positive for semen. Specifically, cysteine-rich secretor protein 2 (CRISP-2) and prostate specific antigen. The detective called and said using PCR amplification they were able to obtain sufficient DNA for a match. That's the good news. The bad news is they need probable cause for a search warrant to obtain a DNA sample from Dr. Allen. They need proof that the sex is not consensual. It is their recommendation to try and catch him taking liberties with me after he hypnotizes me. Apparently a divorce lawyer in Ohio was caught, tried and convicted using a hidden camera.
Before I agree to this, I need to think long and hard. Dr. Allen had sex with me one time, but I used my hypnotic wiles to seduce him. Or more accurately, subLydia hypnotized him. The only scenario where it makes sense to destroy his career and marriage is if he is having repeated sex with me against my wishes. Does my alter subLydia feel the same way? I’m not sure.
I apologized to Angela for suspecting her of foul play. As part of a strategy not to be discovered, Angela hypnotized me to believe I do NOT have a spycam -so in case he asks I will say “no, I am not secretly recording you.”
Before the police get involved I need to know if he deserves blame in all of this. If it records him hypnotizing me and having his way with me, then I will agree to a sting operation. If subLydia is responsible for starting this, I want to make sure that it is Dr. Allen, of his own accord, who is continuing it.
I am scheduled for my regular therapy and ketamine infusion tomorrow.
I arrived on time, he started the IV and I awoke feeling wonderful. I thanked him and headed home. Rachel was waiting for me this time to make sure I didn't accidentally erase the video. We watched it together. He took me deep into hypnosis and was doing legitimate therapy. Talking to me about allowing my submissiveness to emerge when it needed to, but always in a controlled manner. He was sitting next to me. He reached over and squeezed my hand. It was innocent and endearing. Human touch. That is all.
Maybe I squeezed his hand back or showed some other sign I was receptive. His voice is low and quiet, but his words are clearly discernible.
”Lydia, you will listen very carefully to me. You love how I make you feel when I hypnotize you. You are deeply hypnotized and feeling very submissive to me. This makes you feel very aroused. You want to submit to me. You want to submit to your master. Who am I and what do you want to do for me?”
”I want to submit to you master. I will do anything for you.”
”You are so obedient. Such a good girl. You want to feel me. You are becoming so aroused. You want to feel me rubbing you, massaging your breasts, penetrating you. You desperately want to feel me inside you again. Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to fuck me. Please fuck me.”
Does this meet the legal definition of consent? Probably not.
He took my hand and placed it on the front of his pants. Simultaneously he began massaging my breasts. The rest is history. He put on a condom and had his way with me. He got smart, or at least he thought he was. I no longer consider him the innocent party.
When he was done he pulled off the condom and tossed it in his waste basket, then he had me orally satisfy him one last time. His voice is clear on the recording.
”You did very well Lydia. Your master is very pleased with you. Now listen very carefully. You will not recall that we had sex. You will only remember how well you are responding to the treatments I am giving you and that there is no one else who can help you like I can. I am your master when you are alone with me. At all other times I am simply your doctor. Is this perfectly clear?”
”You are such a good girl. I am going to stop the ketamine drip and you will awaken on your own in several minutes feeling absolutely wonderful. Feeling euphoric and knowing only I can make you feel this good.”
I always wake up a little stoned from the sessions, but that is to be expected coming off the ketamine. I feel so good after our sessions that I know I will miss them. I realize what he is doing is wrong, but he is like an addictive drug. It is like my nucleus accumbens is hard wired to seek his control. Like a heroin addict. Has he programmed me to be addicted to his control? It’s possible. I’m definitely conflicted. This will be hard for me.
We showed this to the police. I thought that would be adequate, but the D.A. said chain of custody was not maintained so the video is not admissible in court. The police will need their own recording. So that is what we did. I returned to him at my regularly scheduled time and the sequence started to repeat, except the police busted in when he began to grope me.
You will probably hear about this on the news. This is an ongoing police investigation for now, but as soon as the media is notified, I will release a link here to the news story. I’m fucking done. I really am. This is my last story.
What a goddamn mind fuck. I write a fucking story about this, tell everyone it is an elaborate ruse and then this!