Theresa took a deep breath. Then another. Then a third. All trying to calm down her frayed nerves. And this was how she felt just after getting up! Of course, that was why she had made the appointment with Dr Cottering. He was a specialist in anxiety disorders, addictions and grief counselling. She had thought that sounded like a broad mixture, but he had lots of glowing reviews.

She looked at herself in the full-length mirror on the bedroom wall. What are you even supposed to wear to meet a therapist for the first time? She smoothed the summery white blouse she had chosen to pair with a pair of tight-fitting jeans and flicked a curtain of chestnut brown hair over her shoulder. She was always self-conscious about her looks but as she got ready to leave this morning, she couldn’t help but think that she had kept a good body at having her 4 daughters. She had had them young so she was still only 38 but she knew a lot of women her age would have started their middle-aged spread phase by now.

Centring herself again, Theresa headed out of the house, and to her car. She lived on a dairy farm that had belonged to her family for nearly 200 years, since her family first emigrated to America from the UK. She loved the traditional old farmhouse with it’s classic red and white barns. There were more modern buildings behind those were the cows now lived but they weren’t as pretty to look at. Living on a farm also meant that she lived a bit of a drive out of town. It would take her about 20 minutes to get to the psychiatrist’s office. She climbed up into her pickup truck and blasted on some classic 90s punk to drown out any apprehensions she had about this trip.

“Morning, Ma’am, are you here to see Dr Cottering today?” said the pretty young receptionist behind the desk. She had caramel coloured skin, massive brown eyes framed with very long eyelashes. Her hair was in braids that she had tied back in a ponytail high on her head. Her body was curvy and well displayed in a low-cut silk blouse and tight pleather skirt. She gave Theresa a broad smile, showing off perfect teeth between her pillowy lips. She looked like she could rival even the best-looking actress in looks, and like she definitely did not belong behind a receptionist desk.

“Uh… yeah hon, it is,” Theresa replied cautiously.

“This is your first visit, yeah?” The girl asked with a giggle that made it very clear that she was not wearing a bra under that blouse. Theresa blushed a deep red and nodded bashfully. The girl giggled again before gesturing to some chair next to her desk and calling through to announce her arrival, “He’ll be right with you.”

“Theresa Greene,” The sound of her own name shook her from a daydream she had been starting to have while she waited. He was a tall man, broad with salt and pepper hair. He was neat and clean-shaven, like he took a great deal of care in his appearance although he was carrying a little extra weight. But the most standout thing about him where his eyes, a pale ice blue, cold and endless.

“Yes, that’s me,” she smiled, hopping to her feet. She had been trying to look enthusiastic, but it definitely made her look a little deranged and over-eager.

“Excellent,” the doctor flashed her a massive grin, “Come inside and take a seat. Oh, and Kenzie, you can go take our lunch now, there’s a good girl.”

“She’s my niece,” he said, closing the door.

The Office was very slick and modern looking all in shades of white, black and grey. In the middle of the room was a low, white leather couch, opposite it was a matching chair, although the chair was a little taller. She glanced around, taking in the Rorschach prints on the walls and the bookcases that were stuffed full of psychology books.

“Do I have to lie down?” she asked with a nervous giggle. Dr Cottering smiled at her sympathetically.

“No, no,” he laughed, “sit however is comfortable. The sofa is mostly for when I do couples or family groups. Plus, it really balances out the room!”

Theresa sat down and smoothed out her clothes awkwardly. The handsome, older doctor sat in his chair, smiled at her briefly and pulled out a notepad and pen.

“So, the notes on your appointment request said you are worried and about your anxiety as well as looking for some grief counselling? Theresa nodded, so he continues “can I ask you who passed away and when?”

“My husband died 18 months ago. He was only 63. It was a freak accident. He was driving in a rainstorm, and he drove off the road.

“I’m sorry to hear that Theresa,” Dr Cottering nodded sympathetically and made some notes on his pad, “And did you two have any children? That always makes a death like that even harder on the wife.”

“Yes, I have 5 daughters,”. Theresa noticed the doctor’s eyes widen a little at that and blushed.

“Tell me a little about them?

“Well Madison is the oldest, she’s actually my stepdaughter, she’s 26 now. Kimberley is 22, Laura and Michelle are twins, they’re 20. Then my little baby, Annabella, she’s going to turn 18 in a couple of months.”

“And how are they doing since your husband’s death? Not that I am touting for business, but I’d be more than happy to see any of them who feel like it might be helpful,” Dr Cottering offered. Theresa was taken by how intently he listened to her, looking at her with ice blue eyes. But it was a very kind intensity, she felt no malice from this man, no ill will, just kindness.

“I think they would all benefit from speaking to you,” she replied honestly, “I’m not sure they would all be so keen though.”

“Not a problem, Theresa,” he answered with a smile, “The offer is always open for them. Now, how much do you know about what I do?”

“Well, I know you specialise in relaxation methods, and I saw some really excellent reviews about your work,” Theresa babbled out, “I also know a couple of women from my church that have had appointments with you.”

“I’m glad to have been so highly spoken of,” the doctor smiled, “well yes, I do work on forms of deep relaxation and as a form of reprogramming your mind for things such as processing grief, anxiety, weight loss, stopping smoking and so on. I use hypnosis as a tool for this, so today we are going to give that a try. It doesn’t work for everyone so if this doesn’t work then we will find another method to help you.”

“Thank you, Doctor Cottering,” Theresa let out a tense breath she didn’t know she’d been holding.

“Don’t thank me quite yet,” he smiled, “we haven’t started yet.”

Doctor Cottering pulled reached across to the end table next to him and pressed a button on the top. This changed the lighting in the room, it was lower. More directed. Theresa could tell the source was a lamp of some kind, behind her head but she didn’t turn to see, she was distracted by the therapist in front of her, who now pulled a necklace with a large crystal on the end of it. He held it up at eye level between them.

“Right, Theresa, watch the crystal for me,” He said. His voice was soft and deliberately paced, but it was confident and authoritative as well. Theresa did as she was told and looked into the crystal and Dr Cottering began to swing it back and forth. Her eyes followed it naturally, watching as the low lamp behind her made the crystal sparkle and shine as it moved, twinkling dazzlingly into her eyes.

“Good girl,” he carried on, “now take deep breaths for me as you watch the crystal. In… and out… in… and out..”

Theresa did as she was told. She had to admit, just this nice slow breathing was pretty relaxing.

“Good girl, Theresa,” the doctor praised, “keep that going. In… and out… and you are starting… to feel very… relaxed…”

“Very… relaxed…” Theresa sighed quietly, in time with the crystal and her slow and steady breaths. Cottering smiled.

“Good Girl, Theresa,” he cooed, “And your eyelids… are getting so… heavy…”

“So… heavy…”

“Good Girl, Theresa. So… sleepy…”

“So… ssssssleepy…” Theresa started to slur. Her gaze still followed the dazzling pendant, but her head rolled from side to side with each movement and her eyelids fluttered. Her mouth fell open loosely as she struggled to stay focussed on following the crystal. A trickle of drool started to form at the side of her mouth.

“In a moment, I am going lift the crystal high above you,” Cottering explained to the lolling subject before him, “Your eye will still follow and as your eyes roll up into your head, you will fall into a deep hypnotic trance for me. Ready?”

“Ung… huh…” Theresa moaned, her slack jaw unable to form words anymore.

Without another word, Dr Cottering quickly pulled the crystal up high into the air and watched as Theresa’s eyes rolled all the way back. She hovered that way for a second before slumping forward, eyelids still fluttering and showing the whites of her eyes a little, drool dripping sluggishly onto her blouse.

“Can you hear me, Theresa?” Cottering asked

“Yeshhhh,” Theresa slurred back. The Doctor smiled broadly.

“Good girl, Theresa. Tell me how you feel.”

“Relaxed,” she sighed.

“Good girl. Now, I’m going say some statements to you that are true. You know and trust everything I tell you to be true. You will reply yes to each statement to accept that you know the truth of each statement. You are Theresa Greene.”

“Yes,” Theresa replied.

“You have 5 daughters.”

“Yes.”

“You are hypnotized”

“Yes.”

“You like being hypnotized,” Cottering asked, starting to push at the edges of Theresa’s reality. It had to be done gently, but he was well practiced.

“Y-yes,” Theresa stammered slightly but agreed.

“You find it arousing to be hypnotized,” he tested.

“… Yes,” Theresa answered after a pause. Aflush rose up her neck and face and Dr Cottering noticed Theresa’s nipples start to harden and push against her thin blouse. He smiled. He knew now, she was going to be as perfect as he had planned.

“You find me sexy and arousing.”

“Yes,” she answered almost immediately, making him chuckle.

“You want to please me.”

“Yes.”

“You want to do as I ask,” He said. Time for the final push for this trance.

“Yes,” she answered.

“You obey whatever I tell you.”

“… Y-y-yes…” she stammered, struggling a little. Once she had said it though, her whole body just seemed to release. She sank even lower into the chair and sighed contentedly.

“You believe everything I tell you without question.”

“Yes.”

“I am your master,” Cottering commanded, openly grinning now.

“Yes… M-Master,” she said with a little wrinkle in her brow that smoothed out as soon as the word Master left her mouth.

“Praise from your Master brings you to the brink of orgasm.”

“Yes Master,” she replied with a mazed smile starting to spread on her slack face.

“Good girl,” he said, watching as she shuddered with pleasure. The flush on her face deepened and her breathing became ragged. She started to wriggle in the seat, trying to rub her increasingly wet pussy against the sofa, “When I snap my fingers, you will awaken, look into the eyes of your Master and cum. You will have the most powerful orgasm you have ever experienced, knowing that it, and you, belong to your Master.”

SNAP! Theresa slowly opened her eyes, blinking a few times, she looked up from her lap and in front of her where the glorious ice blue eyes of her Master. The second her gaze met his, a tidal wave of euphoria poured over her. Everything except the sight of her Master disappeared. She lost control of her body and slid from the sofa onto the floor, her body shaking, she screamed with pleasure as she looked up at her smiling Master.

“Good girl,” he smiled and another wave poured through Theresa, making her let out a guttural moan. He could see a wet patch through her jeans where she was clearly squirting in her panties, “Good slave.”

Her orgasm felt like it had lasted forever and no time at all. She lay on the floor in a wet puddle of her own juices, little convulsions of pleasure still rippling through her as she basked in the afterglow.

“How do you feel, Theresa?” Cottering asked her once her breathing had almost returned to normal. She was still to dazed and blissful to move from the floor. Her eyes were half closed, and she stared straight as the ceiling.

“Amazing, Master,” she breathed, slowly moving her eyes to look up at him.

“I’m glad,” he smiled, “Are you ready for us to do a little more work?”

“Yes, Master,” she replied dreamily starting to pull herself from the floor.

“Kneel at my feet, Theresa,” He said suddenly, authoritatively. Her eyes widened a little as she scrambled onto her knees and crawled across the floor to sit just in front of his feet. She sat up straight, looking adoringly up at her Master, her hands neatly on her knees.

“Good girl,” he said, patting her on the head and enjoying the pleasurable shudder he saw in her. Her eyes fluttered in bliss before returning to look up at him with a smile, “It took us a little while to get you into trance but now that you’ve managed it once I have a special way to put you back into that deep trance straight away. Do you want to know how?

“Yes, Master,” Theresa shifted excitedly on her knees. The therapist smiled at her desperation for the next trance.

“Good girl,” he smiled, enjoying seeing her surrender to another wave of pleasure, “Well, you have a button on your forehead that only I can see and only I can use. When I press my finger to the middle of your forehead, this button will send you into a deep submissive trance. And even better, each time I press it, you go down even deeper for me. Shall we test it?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Beg me,” Cottering commanded, “Beg me to make you into my blank, hypnotized little doll.”

“Please Master,” Theresa begged, her eyes staring up imploringly, “Please make me into your blank, hypnotized little doll. Please I need to be your blank doll, ready to be filled by my Master”

He smiled, she had even added an extra layer to his request, she really was his now. He moved slowly, stretching out the moment before her relief. She whimpered as she watched his finger move towards her. It was excruciating. Theresa didn’t even notice that her eyes had crossed trying to follow his finger and then…

One solid press on her forehead and her head dropped like a stone to her chest, her eyes had rolled back and drool poured from her slack jaw.

“That’s a good girl, Theresa,” cooed her Master, “Even deeper than ever before, you are still falling for me. Deeper and deeper. And once you are as deep as you can go for now, your muscles will all relax and you will drop to the floor.”

He had barely finished the sentence before the sleeping woman crumpled down onto the floor before him.

“Can you still hear me, Theresa?” Cottering asked her, smiling as he surveyed his work.

“Yes, Master…” she breathed distantly.

“Good Girl,” He repeated, watching her shudder and moan again, “Now, you actually have 3 different personalities in you. You have only met Theresa, perfectly normal and in love with me, only submitting to me in private. I’m going to introduce you to your other personalities now. Would you like that?

“Yes, Master.”

“Good Girl. Well first, we have Slave. Slave is a blank doll who is made to be my fucktoy. Slave feels only bliss and blankness. Slave takes control of your body when I say ‘Wake, my Slave”. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master,” Theresa answered, knowing that her Master told her the truth. Always.

“Good girl. The 3^rd is called Tessie. Tessie is a slutty bimbo. Tessie is constantly desperate for sex. She is turned on by both men and women and loves to give pleasure. She is also a horny, submissive cow. She wants to be bred and the idea of having her big titties milked brings her nearly to orgasm. Tessie can also cum from being fucked by her Master in any of her holes. Her nipples, tongue and asshole feel even better than having her clit played with but she can still only cum when I allow it. Tessie takes control of your body when I say “Wake, Tessie”. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good girl. Theresa will be in control of your body when I say “Wake, Theresa” as well. Now, wake, Theresa.”

Theresa blinked a few times and looked up at her Master from her position still on the floor. She smiled and sat back up onto her knees in front of him. Cottering smiled, she had chosen to stay on her knees like that by herself, without being directly asked, a very good sign of how well she was accepting her new programming.

“Strip naked for me Theresa,” Master ordered. He was firm, just to reinforce who was really in charge here, but not harsh. She immediately unbuttoned her blouse and let it fall to the floor, unclipped her white lace bra and let her large breasts bounce free, pulled her ankle boots and socks off in one movement and then shimmied out of her jeans and lacy panties in one go. Surrounded in a pile of her discarded clothing, she resumed her position on her knees before her Master, hands placed neatly on her knees.

“Good girl, Theresa,” Cottering smiled, looking over his new property. Her body shuddered with pleasure as her nipples hardened in arousal. He admired her large yet perky breasts and wondered if she’s had some work done. They looked natural but after 4 children could the still look that good. Her face was flushed and her breathing heavy and she gazed up at him.

“Wake, Tessie,” Cottering continued. There was a moment of blankness and then the woman before him changed. Her eyes became vacant and glassy, pupils wide. A dumb smile spread across her face and Cottering could see her juices start to run down the inside of her thighs. “Tessie, when you wake up you will present yourself to me naked, on your knees, hands behind your back, mouth wide open with your tongue out and with your eyes crossed like the silly slut you are.”

“Yes, Master,” Tessie giggled in a high pitched, airy voice before snapping into position. Cottering ran a finger down Tessie’s outstretched tongue and watched her squirm with arousal. She let out a moan but didn’t shift out of position.

“Good girl,” he smiled, unbuckling his belt and trousers and pulling his large, throbbing cock out of his pants. Tessie started to drool onto her own tits at the sight, “suck my cock.”

He had barely finished giving the order before Tessie had swallowed his cock all the way to the hilt. She started to deep throat him like a pro, sliding all the way out to the tip and all the way right to the base again each time, he could feel his rock hard member hitting the back of her throat each time, but she didn’t so much as flinch or gag, she just moaned uncontrollably and drooled. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she edged herself rubbing his cock on her sensitive tongue.

“Finger fuck yourself for me Tessie,” Cottering groaned, “I want to hear how wet you are. But you don’t cum until I do and you have swallowed every drop.”

“Yesh, Masher,” she mumbled around his cock in her throat. Her moaning deepened as she rammed her fingers into her sopping cunt. Her hips ground down low onto her knuckles, rubbing against her clit. She was so close. Her head filled with nothing but Master’s pleasure and how that tied to her own. She needed to please him to feel pleasure herself and she loved it. Tessie could feel Master getting close. He grunted and started thrusting harder into her throat, making her eyes water.

Her Master suddenly exploded jets of hot cum down her throat and she swallowed every last drop like it was the best thing she had ever tasted. As soon as she had suckled the last drops from him, her own orgasm exploded through her like a thousand fireworks. He skin tingled, her body spasmed, she screamed with pleasure as her eyes rolled back into her head and the world became a black, blank bliss.

“Good girl,” she heard her Master say, sending more orgasmic joy ripple through her.

“Like, thank you so much, Master,” Tessie gasped as she came back down to earth.

“Wake, Theresa,” he said, getting dressed again. “That will do for today. As homework I want you to edge for me for an hour every night, thinking about how much you love the idea of becoming my beautiful breeding cow. You will dream about it at night and daydream about it during the day.”

“Yes, Master,” Theresa nodded, “Being bred by you would be a great honour.”

“Good girl,” he smiled, stroking her face affectionately, “Get dressed and it’ll be the same time next week.”