It does sound like I’m getting the chance to live a guilt free fantasy. Maybe even feel like it really happened… But then again… Could I really just go and tell Jake one of my fantasies? No… I couldn’t picture myself telling him something so intimate! I just managed to tell him about my difficulties with orgasms! No… I can’t…
 
Then again…
 
“You do make a good point Jake…” I said, feeling a little shy. “It makes me wonder… Could… Could my subconscious also have… huh… Longings?”
 
“Desires you mean? Yes… Whatever you feel comes from the subconscious. Why do you ask?”
 
“Because… I feel like if I want to heal some time before the year ends, I think my sleeping mind might know better what it would like to experience.”
 
Jake lifted an eyebrow, clearly he didn’t expect me to say that. Was I wrong in assuming I could even rely on my subconscious to come up with a sexual fantasy? After a moment, Jake finally smiled. But it wasn’t a soft, understanding smile. It was more… More like he suddenly was satisfied with something.
 
He made me think of the cat that ate the canary…
 
“That is a surprisingly good idea Stacey. I’m surprised I didn’t think of it first.” He said. “I’m impressed.”
 
“Oh well…” I said, suddenly embarrassed at his praise. “I was just thinking of a way to move things along as fast as I can.”
 
“It would certainly make things easier. But remember Stacey…”
 
“I know… Therapy isn’t a quick fix… It takes time…”
 
“Exactly.”
 
He then changed subjects and I knew he was starting to relax me with his slow talk. The metronome, like the last few times, was already going in the background and I felt myself calm down as we talked.
 
I smiled inwardly. I was getting good at relaxing and letting my mind wind down. Maybe it means my insomnia will be fixed soon…
 
I was expecting to experience a whole string of intense and provocative sexual scenes during my session, but to my surprise, I didn’t remember any of them. Jake assured me that although some of my answers surprised him, he felt confident that the next few sessions would greatly help with my sudden arousal and orgasm blockage. Of course, I was too embarrassed to actually ask him what my answers were.
 
But by the glint in his eye, I guess that he found some of them to be as arousing as I surely did. My mind kept wondering if he had as many impure thoughts about me as I had about him. Which was strange in a way… Why was I always coming back to fantasies of him? Like a splinter in my arousal…
 
I guess it must be normal. I am opening up my mind to him. I could definitely feel a sort of intimacy growing between us. Even if it was professional…
 
Over the next few days, I was glad to experience an episode only once. And it didn’t last that long. Maybe Jake’s special therapy was actually working. And another good sign was that I seemed to be getting a little more sleep at night. Not as much as I’d like, but any increase is a lifesaver.
 
My arousal seemed to be getting under control. My insomnia seemed to be receding. All in all, things were looking up.
 
Until Friday night came along…
 
I had a session with Jake and for the first time since he started to use my fantasies as a sort of cure, I remembered… Something…
 
A flash really…
 
I was shocked as he brought me out of trance. No… Not shocked… Puzzled. He didn’t say a word about our session except the usual it went well and I was making good progress. But as I drove home, I couldn’t help but flex my jaw again and again as I thought back to the image that seared itself in my mind.
 
I was looking up at someone… A woman… I could clearly see her naked breasts from my point of view… I mean… My face was buried in her pussy! And it felt… Good… I have no clue who I imagined was there, but the impression that stayed with me was that I was pleasuring a woman and I loved it.
 
Was that what surprised Jake? That… That I would like to fuck other women? No… Really? Did my mind find it arousing to be with another woman? A thousand questions plagued my mind as I drove. So much so that I missed my exit and ended up driving for half an hour. I finally came to the conclusion that I did love men. A lot! But I had to admit that the image I was forced to experience didn’t put me off. Maybe deep down… I was bisexual?
 
After that initial image, I started to remember more and more of my fantasies. To my surprise, I always seemed to be pleasing… Someone… I even found myself with that mysterious other woman… I always had a strong sense of being commanded. Like I was submitting to this other person and wishing nothing more than to please them.
 
I always thought myself as a generous lover, but this was reaching new limits I hadn’t thought of or done before. I was even wearing a collar in some of them!
 
I could never identify my mysterious lovers. Like they were simple manifestations of a man and a woman. Although… At the edge of my mind, I felt like I knew them… It was getting to a point where I was masturbating to those flashes… Those scenarios… I felt like my body wouldn’t respond to anything else. Every day I just had to get myself off at least once… I was horny, but nothing like my episodes.
 
Which I was surprised to still be having… But at least… It was always with my husband and never out in public.
 
Except that one time when it just wouldn’t go away… It lasted 2 days! I had to call Jake to see if he could do something about it, which he could. We had a sort of emergency session that night to fix me. After I came out of that trance, I asked him if we could double our sessions because I couldn’t take any more of those episodes. It made me so desperate… I would hump anything in sight to try to find SOMETHING that would finally get me over the edge. He agreed and I started to come see him every other day.
 
2 weeks of seeing him like that made no difference. If anything… I seemed to be getting worst…
 
Until one night, I was nervously passing in his waiting room when Becky came out of his office. As I looked up, I could have sworn that she had just wiped something from her lips. Did she just… No… Not while I was waiting…
 
“Honey… You’re a mess!” she commented.
 
“God Becky… I know… This is getting out of control…” I said with a sigh.
 
“Oh?” she said as she looked me up and down. “You know that things might get worst…”
 
“Before they get better!” I cut her off. “I know! Don’t remind me… I just want to sleep… I think I only rest when I’m tranced out with Jake.”
 
She smiled and I couldn’t think of why that statement would make her smile.
 
“Seems to me…” she said as she approached me, making me back up against the wall behind me. “That Stacey can assist me proper… With a kiss…”
 
All of a sudden, Becky’s face was right in front of me. Her lips looked so… Delicious… I had to know… My strange fantasies… This was a perfect moment to test it… Becky wanted a kiss and I had to kiss her. I had to… Please her…
 
I didn’t waste any time and leaned into her. Our lips met and they were… So soft… Pliable… Delicate… I thought I would be nervous… But it felt so natural… Normal… I kissed her as if she was my husband. No… Better? Maybe… I didn’t care… I just wanted to kiss her for as long as she wanted to kiss me.
 
Her tongue teased my lips and I wouldn’t be outdone. My own joined in with pleasure… Who knew that kissing a woman was so nice? I would have kissed her for ages… I felt like a giddy little girl, kissing for the first time…
 
Until she broke it off.
 
She smiled at me and turned to leave. I just stared straight in front of me, stunned… I had just kissed Jake’s wife! Why did I do that? Curiosity? No… It couldn’t be that…
 
I didn’t mention it during my session with Jake, partly because I was embarrassed to have kissed his wife, but also because I was trying to figure out what had happened. For myself… One minute I was trying to decide if she had just sucked off her husband while I waited, then I forgot all about it and wanted nothing more than to kiss her.
 
That was strange right?
 
All that week, I was plagued with erotic fantasies… Everyone I met, I wondered what they would be like in bed. Women as much as men… And my session with Jake… He always seemed so calm and composed after my trance, but I could see how excited he was right before we started. I found it strange, but I didn’t say anything…
 
I also ended up kissing Becky 2 more times. Always as she was leaving his office…
 
I wanted to ask Jake about all of it, but the thing is… I was sleeping… Better and better every night. Even with my sudden episodes… My insomnia was getting under control, but my arousal was skyrocketing.
 
The following week, Jake said that his one O’clock client cancelled and that he would like to see me right after lunch instead of after hours. I accepted of course. But…
 
After a week of afternoon sessions…
 
I started to get... Sore…
 
In places I should only be sore when my husband unleashes his full sexual intensity on me. It was usually a good kind of sore, but it wasn’t supposed to be happening while in a trance. And then, after one such session, I discovered that my bra was missing. Then during the next session, my bra AND panties were missing. So when I went back to Jake’s office for a session, I decided that enough was enough, I had to say something.
 
“What did you say?” Jake asked surprised.
 
“I asked…” taking a breath to steady myself. “Are you making me undress during our sessions?”
 
“Why would you…” he started to ask, but I cut him off.
 
“Because I somehow lost my underwear during our last session!”
 
“Right!” he said. “I apologize… It’s just that you got so… Wet… During our session that I told you to remove them so they could get cleaned…”
 
“You… No… Why would you do that!?! Did you… Did you make me undress in front of you?” I asked, thoroughly embarrassed.
 
“What if I did?” he simply asked.
 
“It’s not proper!” I said shocked that he would even mention it.
 
“It may be so… But you always seem so eager to please… You might not know this, but I find you incredibly attractive.”
 
“I… Huh… Well as much as you might find me attractive… It doesn’t give you the right to make me do that!”
 
“You are right… I have no right to ask that of you... But you did.”
 
“What?” I asked shocked.
 
“I asked you, under hypnosis, if you would mind undressing for me. You said you would.”
 
“No… That’s a lie… I couldn’t possibly say that… I’m married!” I said.
 
“Oh? So is Becky… It didn’t seem to stop you both from… Exploring... Each other…”
 
“Oh god… You… You know about that?”
 
“Becky has no secrets from me… I can guaranty it.” He said with a confident smile.
 
What did he mean by that?
 
Choice 3

A  -  Stacey pushes the issue about why he can guaranty Becky can’t have secrets from him.
B -   Stacey pushes the issue of why he is asking her such inappropriate questions while under hypnosis. Meaning that he shouldn’t let her fantasies manifest in the real world.
C  -  Stacey is getting really suspicious and asks what else he has made her do under hypnosis.
D  -  Stacey thinks things are getting too weird and thinks most of her insomnia is cured. She wants to take a break from her sessions. She secretly thinks she won’t come back to Jake for help.