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Come Inside

One

“Hello Cliff, please come inside, it’s wonderful to see you.”

The last year hadn’t been easy for Cliff. He’d gotten a job right out of school, which made him lucky. But the way everything had started to add up in his life made him feel unstable. Work wasn’t hard, but going to work, being social, just doing everything that went along with all of it, it all threw him out of balance.

“I miss your mom, she was always my favorite neighbor. Does she like it down in Florida?” When Cliff was a kid, after the divorce, he and his mom moved to the neighborhood and lived two houses down from Deborah. His mom lived there until a year ago when she sold the house and headed towards warmer climates.

Cliff hadn’t seen Deborah in years. He had ended up living with his dad through high school and left the state for college, then he came back to his hometown when work lined up. He hadn’t seen his old neighbor in a very long time, but she looked about the same as he remembered, and it had been his mom’s idea to reach out to her.

“But I’m sorry dear, come with me and let’s sit down and talk.”

She was younger than him mom by a few years, or maybe a few more years than he’d thought, but she looked like she hadn’t really aged. Her hair was blonde, and up in a loose bun, she was still wearing the same tortoise shell glasses he remembered from being a kid, and was wearing a formless long sleeved black dress.

“Would you like some tea?”

She led him through her living room off to a converted home office.

“I’m sorry, please, why not sit back here and I’ll be back in a moment.”

Cliff hadn’t answered any of her questions, and not because she was talking too fast, she wasn’t, she was just moving. She moved him into her house, then into the office, and then into the recliner he found himself sitting in. “And I’ll just bring you water, you don’t seem like a tea drinker.”

“So,” after a few short minutes of sitting and waiting Deborah was back with a glass of water for him and a cup of tea for herself, “your mother said you’ve been having a hard time, and I’m very glad you’ve come by to talk and see if you could find some help here with me. But why don’t you tell me what’s going on?”

Cliff felt the hum of tension that had made up most of his life for the last six months, and the anxious twitch of mental noise that had been going for the six months before the tension kicked in. “I’m just overwhelmed and I don’t know what to do. And I don’t like therapists, not since I was a kid, and I just feel like if I could relax a little, I don’t know Deb, it’s just, it’s just a lot, and thank you for caring.”

She smiled and sat on the edge of her desk, mug of tea in hand, “Of course, and if you’d like to just sit back, I can explain what hypnosis has to offer and what we can do, but here, hold on just a moment.”

Deb walked over to the bookcase and flipped the switch on the metronome he hadn’t really noticed up on the top shelf. Its steady clicking started to fill the room.

“I’m not going to hypnotize you now, without your permission and without you asking, but sometimes it helps to have this going, to provide context.”

She was leaning against her desk again, and Cliff noticed that she was about the same shape she’d always been. Deborah was pleasantly shaped woman, but given his age and her relationship to his mom, Cliff never really noticed much of her, not even in those early throes of puberty. Even now, she was just there, and given the way her dress just hung off her, and his mental state and focus, there wasn’t much to see.

“Hypnosis is a state of heightened focus and relaxation where the body responds to the conscious mind easing itself into a passive state. You may or may not achieve a deep trance state that causes you to black out or enter hypnotic sleep, but hypnosis doesn’t automatically put you in that state, most everyone actually remains at least semiconscious and aware for the duration of their sessions.”

She smiled over her mug, pushed up the bridge of her glasses, took a sip of tea and went on, “The conscious mind is a filtering system, and in trance you become more suggestible because the hypnotist can speak directly to the subconscious mind without the conscious sifting through what’s being said. This is the how and why of a subjects increased suggestibility when in trance.”

She took another sip and Cliff realized he was a little thirsty now too.

“So, when we practice hypnosis together, I will be having a conversation directly with your inner self, and your inner self has its own way of filtering out ideas and suggestions. It doesn’t use logic or reason, not in the way you’re used to thinking about how those tools our brains have normally function, it is a pure reflection of your values and your desires. So, unless you emotionally agree with a suggestion, unless the wants you have for yourself are being addressed and met, any suggestion I give you won’t stick, do you understand?”

He nodded, “I read about it, it kind of sounds like it’s just a more focused kind of positive reinforcement right?”

She nodded and smiled. There were crow’s feet around her hazel eyes, and her glasses made them look slightly over-large. “In a way yes, and it’s not magic, it won’t fix you, it’s a partnership, it’s a tool you can use when working on yourself, and if you’d like to try it now, to get a sense of how it would feel, and to see if you’re interested, I would like you to ask me.”

She smiled and took anther sip of tea.

Cliff didn’t feel put on the spot, he just felt moved along in the same way he had as soon as Deb had opened her door and started talking.

“Sure, alright. Deb, I would like you to hypnotize me.” He smiled as he stated his desire, and she nodded along with a patience and understanding that radiated from her as it had since he walked inside.

“Have you noticed the way the metronome has faded into the background already Cliff? The way we’ve been sitting and talking for the last few minutes and you already let that noise move to the edges of your mind?”

She pushed up her glasses and sipped her tea again as Cliff considered what she’d said.

Of course, when she mentioned it he noticed the sound again, but yes, she was right he had started to ignore it.

“The way our minds work, we can compartmentalize things, we can process and focus on other things, especially when we’re directed, so now Cliff I’d like you to sit back, really let yourself get comfortable, and instead of focusing on the sound, I’d like you to focus on the silence.”

He heard the tick then silence then tick then silence, and watched as she smiled a little wider, “That’s it, you’re doing it already, just focus on the silence between the sounds and if it helps, you can look into my eyes. Focus on the silence, on the absence of sounds between the ticks and follow it inside now.”

She kept eye contact with him as she sipped her tea again, and as the mug left her lips her smile felt like a wave of calm that was washing over him. Cliff felt his eyelids start to flutter.

“You’re doing so well, just notice your breathing now as the silence starts to lead you inside, away from my eyes and into your own thoughts. Just breathe and feel what is happening so easily, so easily and naturally now as your eyes just begin to close.”

Cliff blinked and heard himself exhaling a long, slow breath he hadn’t consciously realized he’d taken.

“That’s it, follow the silence inside now, feel the sounds around the silence as your mind slips inside. Let the silence lead you Cliff, let it take you back into the back of your mind, feeling the physical shift of your thoughts, just like the sounds at the edges, clicking into place, forming a quiet room for you to rest and relax, just for you now, a quiet room, follow the silence into your own quiet room and feel all of the tension and all of the stress you carry just slipping away.”

His eyes were closed, the world was quiet, and he felt like he was floating, like his body had lost its form and spilled out to fill the edges of the seat like he was made of water.

“This is your quiet room Cliff, in this space you are free to be, and to just relax, to just relax like you’re doing right now. This is a very light and very easy state of trance for you to reach, and you are a very good subject, that’s why. You are a very good subject, and hypnosis can be very effective for you, very easy and very effective for you. If it feels good to feel this way, just let my words sink in when I say that you are a very good subject and hypnosis can be very effective for you.”

There was a spark of warmth inside him as he heard those words, a gentle encouraging glow, an ember of warmth that was spreading a deeper relaxation through his body out from right between his eyes, It felt good, it felt easy, and he let himself sink into the feeling.

“That’s it Cliff, just sink and feel, and let your quiet room take a solid and permanent shape inside your mind. As you listen to my voice and spend more time here, the easier it will become for you to come back here. And when you’re here, in the quiet room, you can just be here with me, feeling open and relaxed, feeling how easy it is to open up with me. And if you’d like to open up now and share, if you’d like to explore the way the quiet room can help you, just tell me that you want to share.”

“I’d like to share.”

She was so warm as she spoke, and her voice was sinking into him. Its familiarity was coming back to him, and the invitation of memory made Cliff feel like he was becoming unstuck from the moment.

“That’s wonderful Cliff. Please let yourself begin to share with me, tell me whatever comes to mind, and as you do, notice how much easier it is becoming for you to share. The more you speak, the more comfortable you become, the more comfortable you become, the easier it is for you to share until everything becomes an easy and automatic process.”

He started to speak, talking first about the insecurities he felt around his job and money, and then around what was next, and where he was in life, and the more he talked, the less aware he became of what he was saying, like his awareness was slipping in between the words, in the silent places between the sounds…

“And as you open your eyes now Cliff, let your mind clear and the world come back into shape around you, feeling refreshed and wonderful, confident and happy now. Eyes open, wide awake.”

He blinked, and felt ten pounds lighter, “Wow. I uh, wow, I feel so much better.”

Deb’s smile widened, “That’s wonderful, but this is just the first step. There is a lot that hypnosis can offer in learning how to cope and how to process, what you experienced today is temporary, and together we can work on helping you have this relief and clarity of self as a regular part of your life. Is that something you want Cliff?”

He smiled, or kept smiling really, “I do.”

“That’s wonderful. Why don’t you have some water, sit back and let yourself catch up with yourself a little more and enjoy the moment. If you’d like, you can come back tomorrow. I think since you’re such a good subject and you enjoy hypnosis, we can build on your successes today very quickly. Does that sound good?”

“It does.”

Cliff drank his water, and they talked a little bit about his mom, and caught up on neighborhood gossip. He didn’t realize it at first, but at some point Deb had turned off the metronome.

Before he left, she gave him a big friendly hug, and said, “I’ll see you tomorrow, come by when you’re ready to be hypnotized.”

Two

The rest of the evening came then went, and when Cliff woke up, he woke up to his old life. Yesterday had been yesterday, and its effects were as short lived as Deb said they would be. The anxiety was back, the tension had returned, and with all of it came the profound spiritual unease that he’d been feeling for so long now.

There was a sense of disappointment and of relief that came with those soothing feelings fading away over night. It was disappointing that it didn’t last longer, and a relief that it worked exactly as Deb said it would. There was a degree of proof in that, that hypnosis had done something, and had done exactly what Deb had said it would.

After work, he was back at her door.

“Oh hi Cliff, please come inside, and welcome back. I’m glad you didn’t change your mind, I’m glad you’re ready. You are ready aren’t you?”

Once more, she wasn’t rushing him, she was just moving him with the meaningful and professional ease as the day before. First inside, and then back to her office, all before he could say…

“I am. Last night was the best night’s sleep I’ve had in months.”

‘Wonderful, I told you that you were a very good subject and hypnosis would be very effective.”

There was something different about Deborah today, “Why don’t you turn on the metronome, there’s a little switch, just move it to the left, and then sit down, and I’ll be right with you.”

After doing what she asked, Cliff sat in the recliner, as the tick tick tick of the metronome filled the room.

Her hair was still up in a loose bun, but with a few more long curly strands dangling down than yesterday. She was wearing the same glasses, and still didn’t look like she was wearing any makeup, and was also wearing another black dress.

Only this time, the dress wasn’t as formless. It was still loose, but it had a bit of a revealing neckline, and Cliff had to admit to himself he was surprised that what it revealed wasn’t more obvious all the time.

He’d never noticed Deb’s chest before. In part due to his age, and in part due to her friendship with his mother, but now he couldn’t help but notice. Her skin was fair; her cleavage was a creamy white, and quite considerable too. It had become hard not to notice it because of both the fact that it was there on display, and the fact a crystal necklace was hanging down pointing at it.

She stepped into the office with her tea in one hand and a glass of water for him in the other. She leaned against her desk again, smiled, and took a sip. It was nice to be here with her, and he was already feeling relaxed, like the noise and the constant internal chaos of his life had started to be turned down and pushed out of his mind.

“You’re looking very relaxed, I can tell that you’re ready, but before we begin I’d like you to once again ask me to hypnotize you, so we both know that’s what you want.”

She took another sip, “And yes, you’ve come here under the pretense of me saying come back when you’re ready to be hypnotized, so your mind is open to it, just like yesterday, but it’s important to be formal and consensual in this process, especially this early on.”

Her voice was low, dusky almost, and she spoke with a slow even cadence that felt more than sounded harmonious with the metronome. Ad the tick tick tick continued to echo through the office, Cliff realized he was at least enthusiastic, if not excited about being here.

“Deb, I would like you to hypnotize me.”

The older women pushed up her glasses, set her tea down, and looked deep into Cliff’s eyes, “Go into the quiet room now Cliff.”

He felt a wave of something wash through him, and as his eyes closed he felt his body starting to lose its natural shape.

“Very good, you’re a good subject and you enjoy being hypnotized. That makes it very easy for you to be triggered, and to be induced as well. You enjoy the feeling and the process, so as simply as that, you can drop. But now, because there’s so much we want to work on together, take a deep breath in, and as you exhale, just come back up, out of the room, and find yourself with me.”

He did, and as his eyes blinked open, the sound of the metronome returned. “Wow.”

Relaxation felt like it was dripping off him like water in the shower, and the world was both distant and very clear.

“I want to work with you on something very specific today, something I’ve created a special and specific induction for, but I also wanted you to see how, even though some parts of hypnosis can leave, other parts of what we practice remain and can be built upon. The quiet room we’ve made is something you associate with the trace state, and I’d like to show you have you can access that place without trance.”

Cliff nodded along with her though he wasn’t exactly sure what she meant, “What do you mean?”

“Well, before I show you, I suppose I could tell you.” Deb tugged at her dress as she adjusted her position leaning against the desk, and it had the effect of making it impossible for Cliff not to stare at her breasts.

They were heavy, full, and almost spilled out of her dress at that moment.

On top of that, the crystal, being pointed really did make it look like an arrow down into her deep and very soft looking cleavage.

“Our minds tend to fall into patterns of behavior, we think in cause an effect, and we work in repetition. Right now, with everything you told me yesterday, your mind is in a repetitive state of mental strain. Your mind is for lack of a better term, going in a decaying orbit, and with hypnosis we can change that by creating different patterns and modes of thought. So, as you look at me now, listening to my words, focusing on me, I want you to think about the sounds in the room.”

Cliff watched as Deb picked up her mug, took a long sip of tea, and then smiled at him again.

‘Think about the separation between the metronome and my voice, the separation between my words, and even the way the sounds of letters spoken aloud come together, with each separation of sound growing smaller and smaller, until you find your focus coming back to the metronome.”

He blinked, and the more he heard the tick tick tick, the more he found himself blinking.

“Let’s focus on keeping our eyes open now Cliff, look at me, listen to the separation of the sounds, and focus. That’s it, focus right here, focus on me, look at me and let what you see and what you hear separate and shift, just like the differences in sound and noise, feeling the sensory split of sound and sight, and realize there’s the same divide between feeling and thought.”

As he listened to Deb’s low, dusky voice and the way her words curled into soft leading directions, Cliff started to feel distant and heavy, and everything around him and behind his eyes started to slow down.

“You’re feeling very calm now Cliff, relaxed and focused, seeing me and hearing my words, feeling the feeling of separation between your inner voice and outer stimuli, and letting these sensation relax you more now.”

Cliff let out a sigh and as he did, he felt like a hundred pound weight had lifted from his mind.

“It feels good doesn’t it? To be hypnotized and relaxed to know that at this moment you’re just beginning on a path that will make everything so much better if you let me continue to help you. Look at me Cliff, let my voice speak to you, separate sounds, distinct and singular, taking hold outside of your own thoughts, just listening, looking at me now and focused entirely on me.”

It did feel good, and his eyelids, which felt just as heavy and just as slow as everything else did, blinked as he sighed again.

It felt even better, and Cliff smiled. His vision had dropped from her hazel eyes, as sparkling and magnetic as they had become when she’d met his gaze a mount ago, down to the open invitation of her breasts and the slow heaving up and down motion of her breath.

“You’re a very good hypnotic subject, and you enjoy being hypnotized, that is why it’s so easy for you to accept and embrace my help. Right now, as you listen, separate from feeling and thought, you know that everything I am saying is something that will help you. Every suggestion I give you is a helpful and healthy one, and as you hear these words, and as you stay focused on me, you can accept and understand the suggestion I am about to give you is healthy and for your benefit.”

Cliff felt the need to nod, and as he stared into her cleavage, because he was staring right where the shining crystal was pointing, Deb’s voice started to feel just like those breasts must feel, soft and round , warm and welcoming.

“I can see how ready you are to accept and agree, so simply listen and feel the separation of my voice from your thoughts, and know that these words will sink in and take a distinct place inside your mind. From this moment on, whenever you think of the words, ‘I want to go to the quiet room’, your mind will quiet, you will feel a wave of peace, and everything will become simple and easy. Whenever you think these words or say them aloud you can and you will feel this way, do you understand me Cliff?”

Deb leaned forward as she said those words, not far, but enough to give him an even better view of her cleavage. He felt a slow pleasurable sense of naughtiness, as though he were getting away with something by staring so intently at those creamy white breasts that were still threatening to spill out of her dress at any moment.

“Yes.“ He nodded again then found himself looking up into her eyes as he did.

It felt right to do that, to show her that he understood, then her crystal caught the light and its little sparkle drew Cliff’s eyes back between her breasts.

“Wonderful, I know you do,” she was so warm and so encouraging, and her voice was still low and soft, almost conspiratorial, “and you can also feel this way whenever you hear me ask you that same question. I know your eyes are heavy, I know your mind is slow and I know you are feeling very drained…”

As Cliff heard those words he became aware of each feeling in turn, and as he did, he felt himself sinking even deeper into the recliner as his gaze san even deeper into a paralyzed and utterly fixated stare directly into her deepening and swelling cleavage.

“…but as you listen to my words still, seeing me still, so still now, do you want to go into the quiet room with me Cliff?”

He watched as Deb brushed a finger over her crystal, “If you’d like to enter the quiet room with me now, just close your eyes and find the silence.”

He did.

“You can hear the distance between your mind and everything else now, you can hear the distance between my voice and my suggestions, and everything else. Here, right here, in the quiet room, you can sort out my words from everything else. You can also sort out everything you desire from everything else. The quiet room is empty, the quiet room is safe, and in this safety you can share with me, and share with yourself. The more you block everything out, the more you silence your tension, and your stress, the more easily you can share. And it feels so nice to be in the quiet room with me doesn’t it Cliff?”

There was something new in her voice, something more intimate, something promising, something that was smothering him, and it made him think of her breasts. The image of those creamy heavy tits filled his mind as the walls of all his inhibitions came tumbling down with her last question.

“It does,” he found it easier to talk now, just like yesterday, but yesterday felt so far away, and it didn’t feel nearly as good as this did.

“Think about what else makes you happy here with me now.”

Cliff felt an urge to open his eyes and stare at what was making him happy more than simply remembering the sight of little crystal arrow pointing down at them, but the images in his mind came to him right along with Deb’s words, and as they did, part of him wanted to snicker.

Then, as she started to speak again, that feeling faded.

“Think about how calm you are, and how easy it is to feel so good right now, so very good, because you’re such a good subject, you’re such a good hypnotized subject and it feels so good to be hypnotized by me doesn’t it?”

“It does, I like it, I’m glad I am.” Her tits were the only thing he could think of, and her word choice, her tone, all of it was weaving together, making every moment more and more sexually charged for him as he sat in the recliner with his eyes closed, listening to his hypnotist.

A part of Cliff wondered if any of this was on purpose,  but that part of himself knew that if it were, that would be absurd.

“That makes me so happy Cliff. Just relax now, relax and let go of everything else, everything you’re hiding from yourself is something that you can forget where you put it. just let all the tension go, let all the stress go, the secret stress, the secret tension and doubt, let everything that is holding you back just fade away and stay with me here in the quiet room now. In just a moment, you’re going to wake, feeling wonderful and refreshed, feeling invigorated and happy, and you will wake knowing that you can use the quiet room day in and day out, remembering my words as you do, remembering me and letting me help you whenever you do. I know you understand now, so just let the moment happen, let yourself wake now, waking up and coming back into the world of sound for me now Cliff.”

He felt a smooth, rocking motion through his body, bringing him back into consciousness.

“Eyes open and wide awake, that’s right, wide awake now Cliff.”

Her voice was a little sharper and a little louder, and as he opened his eyes, he found himself staring directly at her breasts and the crystal dangling above them.

Then, he blinked again and found her smiling inviting gaze.

“I think you may be pleased with how this can help you over the next few days, but if you feel the urge to come back to me again tomorrow to be hypnotized, I think that would also be a good idea. Hypnosis can awaken feelings, and unlock parts of yourself that you may not be in touch with, or maybe things you just don’t realize immediately.”

She was speaking in her matter of fact voice, the one she used before sessions started when he showed up at the door, and as she spoke, Cliff found it hard to keep eye contact, especially as his imagination started to think about and picture some possible things he was starting to realize he might want and desire.

The metronome was still ticking, and he felt a wave of heaviness as Deb fidgeted with her necklace. Cliff’s eyes fluttered for a second as he found himself staring into her deep cleavage, feeling a distance growing between himself and everything else.

“Why don’t you drink your water, walk around in here a little bit, and tell me more about your job. It’ll be good for you, you went very deep today and did a lot of work. You really are an excellent hypnotic subject, and you do like being hypnotized, so that can make leaving the trance state behind a little difficult sometimes.”

She walked over to the shelf, turned off the metronome and picked up a long gray knit sweater coat from behind her chair. The outer layer covered her up and she led him back out into the living room to talk.

Forty minutes later, she gave him a very tight chest to chest hug at the door and said, “Come back when you’re ready to be hypnotized again.”

Three

“Cliff, come inside. I honestly wasn’t expecting to see you today, so when you texted I started to worry about you. Is everything okay?”

Deb ushered him in through her front door, and then gave him a very tight hug. “I’m okay, I’m just a little, it’s like you said, I’m a little emotionally unsettled.”

She smiled and he only saw kindness in her eyes, a kindness that was magnified along with the rest of her eyes by her glasses. “I understand, and I want you to know I’m always happy to have you here, and to help any way I can.”

Today she wasn’t wearing a dress, she was wearing a low cut thin green blouse with sleeves that ended in wide cuffs, and a long black skirt. The blouse did even more to accentuate her chest than yesterday’s dress had.

The dress, which Cliff hadn’t been able to get out of his mind and had at times seems barely able to contain her tits, seemed more modest than her blouse did.

She was still wearing the same crystal pendant that was still directing his eye traffic down into her cleavage, so that obviously didn’t stop him from staring either.

“I used the quiet room a few times today, and it helped but…”

She raised a hand to stop him and gave him a soft, patient smile.

“Why don’t you go in the office, turn on the metronome for me, and then we can get right into it okay?”

What he was going to say before her sweet voice, bright eyes, and welcoming smile coaxed him into going along and not finishing his thought was, “…but whenever I did, I couldn’t focus and kept getting distracted by you. You’re really in my head and I don’t know if this is really comfortable for me.”

But of course, he didn’t say that.

He also didn’t sit down, and didn’t turn on the metronome, so when Deb walked into the room with his water and her tea, her smile dipped into a frown.

“What’s wrong Cliff? You can tell me.”

“I didn’t want to, well I don’t think… yesterday when the metronome started I think I started sinking into trance like right away, and, and I just got lost in everything so fast, maybe this is going too fast?”

She nodded, and then pushed up her glasses before walking over to the shelf.

“I understand. Now, if you want to go slower, we can go slower, and if you have any questions I would love to answer them, because you know I want to help you be happy, and am doing all of this just to help you.”

He heard her voice, and she sounded so reassuring and so patient he didn’t know why he felt off or odd about all of this.

“And since you’ve come back here, I think we can both assume you would like another session, since I did say that you could come back when you’re ready to be hypnotized again, and you chose to do that. If you had wanted to talk, you could have called or texted, but you came here for something more specific, didn’t you?”

She wasn’t lording over him like she’d caught him in some kind of verbal trap, she was just softly speaking and nodding along as she spoke, letting him follow her logic, and as he did, Cliff realized she was right.

“So,” her voice was so smooth and so soft, so understanding and so patient, that nothing she said sounded forceful or harsh at all, “why not come and turn the metronome on to show yourself what you really want. After all, you are an excellent hypnotic subject, and you do enjoy being hypnotized by me.”

Cliff couldn’t tell if Deb had just pulled her shoulders back, as she was explaining things to him but it seemed like her breasts became more prominent in their conversation, and as they did, his eyes shifted from nervously meeting her gaze and looking around the room right back to her sparkling crystal that led him down into the soft, inviting spot right between her breasts, right where he felt his eyes naturally want to go, and where he could tell they wanted to stay.

Cliff walked over to where she was standing and Deb smiled, “If you want to be hypnotized again, which is why you’re here, just turn on the metronome and go make yourself comfortable.”

There was an invisible pressure being exerted by those words, and Cliff couldn’t describe what it was, but his finger moved to the switch then his feet moved him to the chair.

He stood there by the chair, and looked over at her.

“For someone who is as wonderful a hypnotic subject as you are, someone who enjoys hypnosis the way you do, it can feel like a lot is happening all at once, and sometimes it can feel like nothing at all. I understand your doubts if you have them, and that’s okay Cliff. It’s fine to have doubts, and to be curious, and confused, together we can sort out the noise and see what we can do to help you.”

Deb was leaning against her desk as she always did, and the creamy smoothness of her skin seemed so inviting. The crystal sparkled as she sipped her tea waiting for him to sit, and when it did, he blinked.  

Her words were starting to accumulate inside him, right in the back of his skull, and when she said something about sorting out the noise, he found himself focusing on the space between the metronome’s tick tick tick.

“Sit, relax, look at me Cliff, sit back and relax,“ with her free hand she waved down and he sat, then reclined, and found himself staring right below her crystal and right into her cleavage.

“Doubts are natural, and big changes feel very big and confusing, but what I know for sure, what I know is very simple and very certain, is that you came here to be hypnotized by me again, and as you keep your eyes open now, I was wondering, how much easier would it be if you just stepped into the quiet room with me now?”

She was looking at him from over the rims of her glasses, and her hazel eyes were not enough to pull his dreamy… he was feeling so dreamy and so still as he stared fixated by her breasts, so calm and so still as the distance between the tick tick tick of the metronome grew wider and further apart while he felt closer and closer to those large, full, heavy breasts.  

He felt himself blinking, and tried to focus his gaze as she brushed the hemline of her blouse before running her finger up and down the chain of her necklace. “Tell me the truth so I can help you, do you want to be in the quiet room with me now Cliff?”

“No, Deb,” it surprised him when he realized he said it, but she wanted the truth and wanted him to be honest, “I think about you when I’m in the quiet room, I can’t stop thinking about you when I use the quiet room.”

“And does this make you uncomfortable after you leave the room?” She was speaking to him in that soothing, comforting, dusky voice, one that felt infinitely patient and inviting; it was like what the sight of her cleavage would sound like.

“I… it doesn’t feel right?” He felt his eyelids fluttering, starting to weigh him down, starting to close on their own, and every time they did, he forced himself to keep them open. When he spoke, he was asking her, because he didn’t know and because Deb was supposed to be helping him.

“Ah,” she sighed in understanding and Cliff couldn’t see her smile on her lips or the glint in her eyes.

“I think you enjoy the quiet room so much, and it’s so easy for you to enter now, you’re so practiced at it that you find yourself there automatically, any time you need to just calm things down. So let’s just stay where we are together, calm everything down, that’s it, I can see it in your eyes, calm everything down, and just tell me how and why it might not feel right to you.”

All of that weight, all of the accumulation of her words, of the heaviness in the base of his skull all drained away and Cliff felt his body become limp and loose. He couldn’t help but smile as Deb had somehow flipped the relaxation switch in his brain, and while it would have been so easy to close his eyes, her breasts were inviting him to keep staring, to sink between them and just stay there.

“I think about you, then I think about your breasts, and I don’t know what to do about that.” He really didn’t; he couldn’t make sense of that.

“Oh honey,” she sighed again, and he could feel the warmth and sympathy in her voice and even a touch of sweet amusement as her free hand came to rest on her chest.

Then, she laughed a small, self-conscious laugh at herself and moved her hand, “Oh I’m sorry. That was an accident Cliff, I want you to be comfortable, do you want me to cover up my cleavage?”

The way she asked, so sweet and so innocent and almost condescending in its thoughtfulness, teased a part of him that just wanted to please her

“No,” he smiled as he answered and felt like his recliner was a cloud that was absorbing every other sound except Deb’s voice.

“Oh, I see. Cliff,” she sounded happy, maybe even a little more amused by his response than before, “do you like my breasts? Is that why you don’t want me to cover them up? It’s okay if you do, they’re very big, and very nice, I’m sure you’ve noticed.”

There was another condescending lilt to her voice now, but not in a cruel way, just in the same patient way she would speak especially when she was moving him along.

“I do… but I don’t know if it’s okay.”

It was the first time that idea had properly formed itself and as he spoke, he felt suddenly aware of his body again, and suddenly aware of his own words. It was like waking from the middle of a dream with a sudden start.

Deb just smiled as he sat upright,  “I feel like, I feel like this isn’t okay Deb. I don’t know if I should be here, and I don’t know if I should be talking to you about these things.”

At ‘these things’ she smirked for a second and her eyes looked down towards her chest.

As that happened, there was a spike in his adrenalin, not a big one, just a small one that sharpened his sense and cleared his mind.

His renewed focus was met with the soft, disarming smile that returned to her face, and the smothering patient and delicate sound of her dusky voice.

“Of course it’s okay Cliff, you’re a young man and I have certain qualities, and hypnosis is a very intimate experience sometimes, that’s why you feel close enough to tell me these things.”

He thought about standing up again, and realized her wasn’t staring at her tits in that moment, but just as the shock of awareness came over him, her words felt like a warm blanket and as she stared into his eyes he felt himself sinking back down, down into her cleavage as his eyes grew soft and the world started to fade out into silence… like he was walking back into the quiet room with her and…

“There’s nothing wrong with finding yourself drawn to my breasts, especially when trance naturally lowers your inhibitions. There’s nothing wrong with feeling the suggestion of my appearance influencing you natural desires, it only means you really are a wonderful hypnotized subject and it only makes you enjoy hypnosis even more. In the quiet room here with me, you can sort out everything else, and the complex noises and concerns can just fade away so you can just simply you can just feel. I feel good knowing that my hypnosis works so well, so well that your eyes automatically find my chest. And maybe that maybe is just the fact your mind naturally associates deep trance with my deep cleavage now, and as you think about that, agreeing with it as you stare, you can know that that’s very natural.”

His eyes were half shut, his vision was foggy, but it was still fixed wholly on her breasts, and now, knowing it was natural and okay, it felt wonderful to stare.

Four

“You’ve shared so much with me the last few days, and you’ve shared so much trust and honesty with me now. You’re telling me the truth and being unabashedly honest and just like the quiet room exists in between the sounds, I can find your deeper truths and deeper cares between your words.”

Deb took another sip of tea, then stayed silent for a moment.  

He could feel her watching him through the fog, and her fingers brushed across the top of her breast.

“I can hear what you’re saying between your words, I know what is deep inside you, and when you are in the quiet room with me as you are now, where you are safe to be honest, you will find it so freeing, so rewards, and so relaxing to answer me truthfully.”

He felt his eyelids blinking and fluttering as she spoke, and found himself watching the sparkle of her crystal for just a moment as she played with it. Then, his eyes drifted shut in the silence of the moment.

“Open your eyes and look at me Cliff,” he wanted to let them stay shut, but her voice pulled at them and as they opened, he saw that her neckline was a little lower, and more of her fascinating and enthralling chest was on display.

It wasn’t much more, because there wasn’t much more to go, but it was still more.

“In between your words, in between your stories, there is a root cause of your tension, a root cause that all young men share. All of your money and job issues, all of your desire for status, your fears about your place in the world, everything comes from sex Cliff. Sex is your central tension, and you’ve told me you’ve been single for some time now. This means that no matter how often you masturbate, you are lacking the relief of mental validation that climax with another person, a woman you sexually desire, can bring.”

He blushed as he remained fixated and entranced by the rise and fall of her breasts.

While the make up of what she said sounded mechanical and stiff, her gentle, encouraging, and patient tone softened it, and smothered the edges in dusky warmth.

He didn’t feel ashamed or embarrassed; his blushing came from a combination of the heat of her talking about sex, and from her permission for him to continue to stare down her top just as he had been.

“Have you been thinking about me in a sexual context? Have you naturally been thinking about my sexuality and my breasts since our session yesterday Cliff?”

Deb drank her tea as she finished, and though he couldn’t register it, he could feel her patient smile.

Cliff’s glassy eyes blinked, and his brain started a slow and cloudy process of trying to answer her last question without really answering it.

“You know you can and should be honest with me, and that means answering all of my questions as honestly as possible too.” Each word, demanding as it was, was as pillow soft as her breasts, and he felt like he was floating, or snuggling with her voice.

“Yes. It turns me on to go into the quiet room, because I think of your tits, and last night I masturbated thinking about you.” Admitting it made his cock twitch, and he blushed a little harder

“Oh Cliff, that’s very sweet of you, very flattering, and very understandable. It’s natural, and it’s good for you. If it felt right, if it felt necessary, then it was the right thing to do. I’m proud of you for telling me this, now tell me Cliff, as you hear my words in the quiet room, staring at my chest, are you aroused right now?”

He shifted in his seat and his breathing did as well.

“Be honest with me so that I can help you Cliff.” Her voice punctured the thin sheet of inhibition that her question had brought up, and it felt like she wasn’t just asking him, but touching his truth with the same sweetness she used to speak to his stress.

“Yes.”

Admitting it turned him on even more.

“Would you like me to help you with this Cliff? Would you like to ask me to drain away your tension with my validation? I want to help you, and it’s a very natural desire for both of us. It’s ordinary for a young man like you to be drawn to my breasts, and to me, especially because hypnosis makes you feel good, and you’re such a good subject too. And it’s natural for me to appreciate your attraction, and to want to help you as best I can. All you need to do is ask me Cliff, ask me to drain your tension away, ask me to validate you.”

Somewhere else, wherever his conscious mind had gone, he knew what she was saying, but the part of him that was in the quiet room with her, the part of him that was nestled between her breasts, also knew what she was asking.

“Will you please drain my tension and validate me Deb?”

His felt a thrill and an ache in his balls as he asked.

“I think this is what’s best for you Cliff. Please open your pants and pull out your penis for me now.”

He heard what she said, and while it sounded so formal and deliberate in the way she said it, he felt the familiar and indescribable force of her words directing him and moving him along.

While he undid his pants, he followed her with his eyes as she walked around her desk, opened a drawer and removed a small bottle of baby oil. She squirted it into her hand, then knelt down beside him, and wrapped her slick hand around his cock.

“Just look at my breasts Cliff, look into my cleavage, stare into it and focus on my voice. As I stroke, as I rub, you will feel all of your anxieties and all of your tension moving out of your mind and down into your testicles. As I stroke, I am moving your mental and emotional burdens and capacities, shifting your inner life and easing the strain. Just let yourself float with the pleasure as you sink into my cleavage now. Just feel, feel without through, and feel without any burden of mental awareness.”

Her hand slid up and down, twisting as it went, moving at a deliberate and slow pace as his heavy eyelids widened with pleasure. He was close; he was so close after a few strokes.

“That’s it, feel me helping you and follow my words. You have so much pent up, there is so much inside you to drain that you may think this will be fast and easy, but as you feel my hand on your penis, stroking, the pleasure only increases, and as hard as you are, as full as you are, you are not close, you are far away from being fully drained. Just breathe now, just breathe.”

Deb rested her hand at the base of his cock as his breathing slowed down.

“Staring at my breasts is very natural, being drawn into the intimacy of hypnosis is very natural, and you are seeing now, feeling now the natural and compellingly hypnotic sway of my breasts. You are in the quiet room, your mind is silent and open, you are hypnotized and in hypnosis you are allowing me to help you. The eroticism of this moment, of my hypnotic breasts and your attraction to me is very natural, and while this is very sexual, it is still a form of help; it is what you need.”

Her hand started to slide in the same twisting motion again, slightly faster than before, and Cliff felt his mind slipping, his thoughts draining, and her hand was pulling him deeper into her breasts and deeper into trance.

“You are building the mass of your mental tension, you are building the mass of your anxieties and your worries. They are being drained from where you keep them, physically, mentally, and emotionally. I am draining them, I am, for lack of a better term, milking your anxieties. Stare at my breasts, breathe, and feel the shift, feel the difference inside and out.”

Her stroke slowed down, slower even than when she began, and Cliff’s hips shifted up.

“Let me help you, let me tell you when you are ready. You know that I am only helping you, you know that I know what you need, and you do not. If you didn’t need my help you wouldn’t be here. You cannot validate yourself, no matter how wonderful it feels to touch yourself thinking of my breasts. Only I can do this for you, let me tell you, as you stare at my hypnotic breasts, being such a wonderful hypnotized subject who truly enjoys being hypnotized, let me tell you when you are ready to release.”

She stopped her motion again and reapplied more baby oil, and in the moment between her hand leaving his cock and coming back to grip it, Cliff felt a grasping, gasping, aching need to release, and with those feelings came a sense of distance, and a sense of loss,.

It was as though there was something slipping away, slipping down into her deep cleavage, cleavage that was leaving him more and more beguiled by the delicate shape of her words, and the confident but soothing tone of her voice.

He was dripping just a little, his cock was rock hard and as anxious and close to climax as he was, his whole body had become warm clay that spilled all over the recliner. Cliff couldn’t have moved if he had wanted to.

“Here were are, I will tell you, and with hypnosis, I can plant a suggestion deep inside your mind, inside your subconscious that will anchor your release to my words, to my permission, a permission that comes from the authority I have that brings you here into my office.”

There was nothing sexy about what she was saying as she stroked him again. It was  faster than before, but she did it in starts and stops, pausing more frequently as she spoke.

“You need my help, you needed my hypnosis to help you, to control everything, and as you lie back now, entranced and open, you have asked me or this, you have asked me to drain you in this way, this particular way so that you can share this validating moment with me, so you know that I know best. I know what you need because you know you need my validation, and your subconscious recognizes that climax will only help you when it comes from my permission because of that. Understand this, feel this sink in, and recognize that you will not orgasm in release until I tell you to. Tell me you understand.”

She stroked faster and harder, her slick twisting hand was coaxing the words out of him.

“I understand.”

She slowed her pace.

“You are hypnotized, and you are accepting my hypnotic suggestions, because I am a very good hypnotist, and you are very happy with my help. My tits make you happy, and my tits make my hypnosis even more effective. You understand that my breasts are keeping you from climaxing, my breasts are keeping your subconscious engaged with my suggestions, and you will not orgasm until I tell you to. Tell me you understand that, essentially, my breasts control your orgasms now.”

“Your,” he grunted and felt like at any second he would burst, that he should have already exploded, “your breasts control my orgasms.”

Some part of him knew what he said, but that part of him was still enthralled by her breasts, breasts he hadn’t even seen all of.

“Tell my you understand that my tits hold your validation.”

His breathing was sharp, “Your tits hold my validation”

Deb’s words were so smooth, and so delicately said that nothing she was doing or saying triggered a negative emotional responses from him.

“This is good for you, this is because you want me to help you. Right now, in this moment, when you ask me for help, you are letting my breasts control your orgasms, and right now I am helping you. Let me help you to fully release everything, to fully drain away all of your tension now. Just look into my cleavage, let my cleavage compel your mind and body to release, let my hypnotic breasts drain everything away now and let go. You have their permission, you have my permission, it is time, let go.”

As she spoke, right be before he started to cum, she shifted her hand to have her palm press against the head of his cock, her fingers sliding up and down. It blocked his climax from shooting all over, and allowed her to continue to stimulate him, and she kept it up until he was moaning in a deliciously miserable and ecstatic grunting, his cock nothing more than a soft, cum covered, over stimulated mess of nerves.

“There we are Cliff, it feels so good, just close your eyes and sink into the emptiness now. Close your eyes and drift for me, just sleep now, I’ll wake you soon.”

He did what he was told, and woke ten minuets later, his cock tucked away, his pants pulled back up, with no sign of any mess.

“Drink your water dear, you need it.”

Deb was leaning against her desk, the metronome was off, and she was drinking her tea with a soft, sympathetic smile on her face.

Water had never tasted so good before.

“I know that was not what you were expecting, and I know it may take some time to process what we shared. I just hope you know it was only to help you, and only to give you what you needed. How do you feel?”

He was having a hard time not staring into her cleavage, not losing himself in the creamy softness of her breasts, though they were more covered than before, which still wasn’t all that much.

“Relieved, relaxed… good… like half of me is gone, like the bad half of me is gone.” He forced his eyes to lock on her crystal before deciding to close them and lean back. “But that was… that seems like… like… something we shouldn’t have done?”

“I know, and that’s okay. It’s a lot to take in, and your feelings will adjust as you process what you gained and how you feel. But please know that whatever I can do to help you I will. You’re an excellent hypnotic subject, you enjoy being hypnotized, and so far you have been very happy with me, which makes sense because I truly am an excellent hypnotist, and I do know what’s been best for you.”

Her soft voice was teasing at him, her words were gently smothering him, and there was something, some big feeling inside him that felt like he couldn’t quite reach, but as his eyes opened and he met her gaze, that felt okay. Her hazel eyes sparkled with a sincere kindness that made everything she’d just done to him completely okay.

“I do like it, and I did need that, but isn’t that, wasn’t that…” he trailed off as he blinked and felt his eyes dropping down… down into her cleavage again.

“It’s been a long and very intense day honey, let’s just talk a little, finish your water, and you can know you can come back to me for more help if that’s what you want.”

Cliff nodded, it was so easy to go along with her, to let her move him along.

He drank his water, and they talked.

It didn’t feel weird, or odd, or like it did when she had him in trance and her words took up more space in his head than his own thoughts, but about twenty minutes after he got home, everything caught up to him.

Later that night Cliff found himself vigorously masturbating to what had happened to him only a few hours before, and it took multiple goes before he was drained enough to get some sleep.

The next morning, he decided that he was too confused to go see Deborah again, at least not for a few days; not until he sorted things out. Then the next day came and he felt the same way, and that evening he found himself masturbating vigorously and repeatedly to her breasts and the sound of her voice.

A week later his confusion was replaced with embarrassment, and shame.

Despite the pleasure of fantasizing about her, which he hadn’t stopped doing,  the more time passed the more wrong it all felt.

The more wrong it felt and the more… not violated really… just that some boundary had been broken, and as much as it had felt wonderful, as much as it felt like he’d wanted it, it was confusing, and strange.

Even though talking to Deb and seeing about maybe not doing that again sounded like the right thing to do, the practical a responsible thing he needed to do, it was easier not to confront her, at least not yet.

Five

There was a knock on Cliff’s door.

“Hello? Hi, hey.” Deb was standing on his doormat.

“Hi Cliff. I’m sorry to drop by but I was in the neighborhood, and I thought I should at least see how you’re doing.”

She was wearing a long tan overcoat and her hair was up in a bun, but a tighter and sharper one. She pushed up her glasses as she smiled.

“I’m just… I’m doing okay. And sorry I didn’t call or…”

“Oh honey, it’s okay, and looking in your eyes, I can see this isn’t the most comfortable situation for you. Can I come in for a moment?”

The way she spoke, the kindness in her eyes, oversized as they looked behind her glasses, made him move, just like when she would invite him in and move him in and out of her house.

“Yeah. Yeah, you know. Please come inside. I just, things got sort of… Sort of… I don’t know… what I’m trying to say is… I think we crossed a boundary.”

“Oh, I know sweetie, and I know if you wanted to keep working with me, of if you were ready, you would have come back. And yes, that was intense, and I can see why it may have been unexpected. After all, when we get what we really want, sometimes it can be unsettling.”

They stood in the middle of his living room, and her words were light and dismissive of the weight of her statement.

Deb raised an eyebrow at Cliff’s stunned face.

“It is what you wanted honey, it is what you needed, and I can tell you can feel the difference. I can tell that the last few days have felt a little hollow, and that’s natural but… oh sorry, hold on.”

She reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone.

“Deb, listen, that wasn’t what I… well,  I mean, you’re, you’re really, you have this sort of thing about you… and your…”

“Everything that happened was natural, and you really did need it,” she was looking at her phone “plus if I didn’t want to help you in that way, I wouldn’t have.”

Cliff squinted at her as the tick tick tick of a metronome started to fill the room.

“And I can sort between your words, remember? I know what you’ve been saying to yourself, what you’ve been trying to say to me, and what you are feeling, and clearly you’re not in the best place you could be, are you?”

Her voice was so smooth, and so delicate that Cliff found himself spinning around with her words, and for just a moment he didn’t put together what was happening.

“Deb, I don’t want to do this. I want to talk, and I want to get help, but I don’t want this.”

“But you do Cliff. You’re a wonderful hypnotic subject, and you enjoy being hypnotized, you do, and as you hear these words, you feel the truth. You’re so happy with me, you’re so happy with being hypnotized by me, and you know that I am a very good hypnotist. It’s so easy for you to accept, especially when you let me lead you into the quiet room with just a few words.”

Over the last few days the anxiety had come back, the tension, the stress, all of it had come back just as bad as before, and the truth was, he hardly noticed it.

It was not because he was so distracted with being hypnotized and jerked off by one of his mom’s old friends, but because he was acclimated to the misery he lived in… and because his large breasted hypnotist had entranced him, lubed up, and milked his cock in her home office.

Yes, that was part of it.

The sweet smile, that disarming, comforting, devastatingly sweet smile washed over him and all those words she’d just said about her skills and his appreciation of her ability, and his ability and her willingness to help, were spiraling around him.

“The quiet room is not a state of trance, it’s just a state of mental calm where you can be receptive to your feelings and control your emotions. And you realize now that it felt good the other day, and it felt right to come to me to be helped. It felt right to be validated by my touch, and by my breasts. Clearly you need help, clearly you were doing better when you were seeing me, and being hypnotized, and clearly if you think about it here, between the noise and the chaos, right here with me, you realize I’m right.”

There was something wrong with what she was saying, but there was something wrong with that sounding wrong. It sounded right, it felt good.

She had just flipped the switch with him again and all his tension drained away. This is what she could give him, what he wanted and… and her breasts were so nice and big… and covered up.

“How are you feeling talking to me now Cliff? Relaxed? Calm? Feeling so peaceful now?”

She was taking off her coat with her back to him, and she was using that tone, that luring gentle tone that always pulled him in, and he wanted to agree, but then he heard the tick tick tick, and heard it with a different part of his mind.

“Why are you doing that? Why is your phone playing that?” He blinked, took a breath and felt like all of a sudden his own living room was closing in around him.

“I just wanted you to feel comfortable and to create a familiar place for you, somewhere where you can be emotionally comfortable. The metronome sound helps to create the quiet room for you still, the sound of it is helping you to feel its walls solidify, to help you feel safe with me, you can be safe, you want to feel safe.”

Deb was wearing her low cut black dress from their second session, and her crystal drew his eyes right back down to her cleavage.

Her patient, knowing smile made him feel helpless, like she knew he couldn’t help himself, and as they stood there, the rest of the world continuing to fade away, as much as he tried to look away, all he could do was feel his vision narrowing on her chest. “You’re… doing it to me… I…”

“Hypnosis is very simple and very complex at times too Cliff, but as entrancing as you’ve admitted my breasts are, and as soothing as the sound between the sounds is, you know that I prefer you to ask me to hypnotize you. Though, I do think you need more help than you realize. You need more help, because things are getting worse in your life, and you turned away from the only person that was helping you. You can turn away now Cliff, if you don’t want my help, or you can continue to stare right into my cleavage, and listen.”

She seemed taller, more imposing, more powerful in that moment, and the more powerful she seemed, the softer her dusky voice became, almost like she was teasing him, almost like she was forcing him into her world, her words barely louder than a whisper.

Cliff didn’t look away.

From his coffee table, next to where she had put her purse down, Deb’s phone continued to play the non-stop tick tick tick of the metronome.

“Did you miss being hypnotized by me Cliff? Did you miss the release of being hypnotized, and did you find yourself using the quiet room on and off, less and less, feeling its absence as you tried to keep yourself from admitting what you really want?”

She was playing with the chain of her necklace, but it hardly mattered, the rise and fall of her chest was lulling his shoulder down, and lulling his own breath into a deeper and slower pace.

“I know that you do, you just need help admitting it to yourself don’t you? It’s okay, it’s very natural. Did you feel shame when you masturbated over and over, thinking about my breasts, thinking about how my hand felt, feeling the influence of my voice, and of what my hypnosis does for you? Did you wish it was my hand, my touch, my tits speaking to the lonely part of you that needs my companionship, that needs my breasts to validate you?”

Cliff heard those words, and they sunk into him, not just because in his enthralled state he would accept anything she said as long as he was staring at her breasts, but because they were true.

“I know you fantasized and climaxed to the idea of me having controlled your climax, because I gave you what you what you asked for. I always give you what you ask for don’t I Cliff?”

His chin was drooping, his mind was foggy, and her tits were so soft, and so full, they were spilling out of her dress and into his mind, filling up his head as he stared into them. But they were too big for bother her dress and his brain to contain, so they spilled into everything, and dominated his entire world now.

“Ask my to hypnotize you Cliff.”

“Please Deb, will you hypnotize me.” He didn’t have to think, because his cock  and her tits weren’t letting him. In the last few minutes his cock had come to life, rock hard and aching. It had grown fuller and thicker the thinner and softer his mind became, and Deb’s deep cleavage just pulled the words out of him.

“Oh honey, I will. Just look right here, just keep your eyes open and look at my crystal, now watch my finger as it goes down, down between my breasts, keeping you eyes open as you open yourself up to deep trance in the quiet room now, deep trance with your eyes open, between the sounds. It’s so easy for you, you’re a wonderfully receptive hypnotized subject and you love to be hypnotized.”

Cliff’s body felt warm, and while he was standing up, he had no sense of up and down; he just stood there and stared at her through glassy eyes.

“You’ve missed my breasts, my hypnotic breasts haven’t you Cliff? You’ve missed out on so much that you want, so much that you desire, all because you need my help. You need my help so badly that you need my help to get my help.”

That sounded confusing, and it sounded right, but it also sounded wrong. It had felt wonderful, then wrong the last time she hypnotized him. It felt wonderful, then it felt wrong the last time he found himself enthralled with her breasts, the breasts she even admitted to being hypnotic themselves.

“You give me bad help, that’s why.” It wasn’t a complaint; it was a statement of emotional fact. It was flat, softly said, and true.

“But that’s not true Cliff, you know I am an excellent hypnotist and you’re very happy with my help.” Her breasts were the only thing he saw, and it was impossible to argue wit them now.

“You just need to admit to yourself that you’re sexually beholden to me, and to my hypnotic breasts. I’m an excellent hypnotist, and you’re so happy with my work, you just need to admit to me, and to yourself that my large, fully, creamy soft tits arouse you on a deep, a fundamentally deep and powerful level. Admit to yourself that my breasts are the only thing you have found that validates you.”

She didn’t show him more of them, she didn’t force his eye to stay there, not after what she’d just said.

Deb didn’t need to do any of that. Her voice was wrapping around him, silky soft darkness was at the edges of all of his senses and as he stared at her breasts, fixated on their beauty, he realized she was telling the truth.

A part of him also realized that she was just telling him a small part of the truth, and she was twisting the facts on him, but that part of him was even more beguiled by her breasts, and the very idea of her hypnotic manipulation than the rest of him was.

“And now that you have admitted everything, you can just go deeper into trance for me, and have a seat on your couch now, go sit down honey, but before you do, pull down your pants.”

She said it like it didn’t mean anything, she said it with the same assault of softness, of patience and understanding that had scrambled his brain since their second session, and he watched as she removed the small vile of baby oil from her purse and applied it to her hands.

“Listen to me Cliff,” she started the twisting strokes up and down on his cock, “you are not doing well.”

She was next to him on the couch, and her tits were the only thing he could see as she stroked.

“You’re stressed, you’re confused, you’re emotionally unsatisfied, you feel invalidated, everything in your life feels wrong, even a part of you thinks that the pleasure of deep trance, and of having a beautiful busty woman playing with your cock is wrong. You can’t trust yourself. You can’t trust yourself to know what’s good what what’s bad anymore. But you can trust the pleasure, you can trust me.”

She was picking up speed, and the pleasure was thundering through him.

“You shouldn’t be alone, you shouldn’t be by yourself, not when you could be with the person that can help you, the only person that understands what you need, the only woman that will validate your existence like this, giving you everything you need to just feel good.”

Her words were smoothly, forcefully pushing into his brain, and with every expert twisting stroke, Cliff found himself inviting them deeper into himself.

“Your life is a mess Cliff, it is, I’m saying this to help you now, I’m draining your tension and resistance out now to help you. I’m taking it all away, so you can see for yourself how much you need me to help you. There’s no denying, just look at how good it feels to be cared for, how empty your life feels without this, and how desperate and afraid you’ve been of my beautiful breasts, breasts that truly hypnotize you. How much do you need my help, when you’ve been fighting against my gentle, beautiful hypnotizing breasts that only help to make you feel better?”

He couldn’t answer, Deb was right. He couldn’t speak, because Deb was saying everything for him, answering her own questions just by asking them.

“You’re in such bad shape that you need my help to properly climax, you need so much help from me, from my hypnotic tits, that you won’t even climax for me without my instructions. You’re lost without me. You’re lost without these warm, smoothing breasts, that only make my hypnosis more effective, that only make you more receptive to my hypnotic influence.”

His head was drooping to the side as she rubbing up and down, not stopping as she had before. He was drifting, near comatose in the sweetness of her voice and the hard truth of her words.

“You need the validation that climaxing for my tits brings you, you need the validation that only I can provide for you. You have my permission to release, you may release for my tits, only when you admit that you are nothing without me now.”

He gasped and felt his cock urging him to comply.

“You’re nothing without my hypnosis, you’re nothing without my tits.”

Her dusky voice was lulling him into a dream within in a dream.

“I’m nothing without you.”

He came.

He came all over himself this time.

“I know you are. Just close your eyes, just close your eyes and listen now.”

Six

“You are in the quiet room, you are in a deep trance, free of doubt and confusion, free of the noise of your own self awareness. You can hear, and feel, and respond without confusion and chaos, you are drained, and relieved, and open to my help in ways you have never been before.”

He was a blank slate, glowing in hypnotized post coital relief.

“You are feeling the comforting validation of belonging to my breasts, and being hypnotized by me. You need these things always, you are nothing without what I give you, and that is why  I’m going to take you home with my now Cliff. I am taking you home to stay. You are going to live with me, you are going to sell everything I tell you to, and give up everything I want you to, just so I can help you. It’s what you need, you need my hypnotic tits to validate your existence. I need you to be close to me, to come home to me after work so I can balance you out and take away your troubles. You want this. You want to live with me, to be with me, and turn over your failings at life to my capable hands.”

Something was wrong, there was a different kind of ticking in his brain, not the sound of her phone, but something else.

“Go and clean up, and as you do, I’ll pack you a bag. Go do it now.”

He did.

His shower was brief, and as he emerged naked, she was airing for him with an outfit and a packed bag.

“Get dressed, and come along now Cliff, do what I say.” She was chipper, her sultry provocative voice was teasing him with excitement and while the pieces were starting to move again behind his eyes, she still had him on a leash.

“Get in your car and follow me home.”

He did.

When they arrived, she opened the door for him, “Come inside.”

He did.

“I’m going to show you where you’ll be staying, but first,” she took off her coat, kicked off her shoes, stood with her back to him and said, “Unzip me, then undress me.”

He did.

Standing before him in her black bra and panties, he only saw her full tits, and paid no attention to her other curves.

“You’re starting to wake from trance aren’t you? Tell me the truth.”

He was, he did. Then he spoke.

“Deb, I don’t know what’s happening. Stop hypnotizing me.”

She took off her bra, “Alright Cliff, I will stop hypnotizing you. I won’t do anything, but I can’t promise my breasts won’t.”

She held them in her hands, she didn’t play with them, she just stood there, still and silent, her flesh spilling between her fingers as she stared at him. It was more than enough to make the bottom fall out of Cliff’s world.

“I own the quiet room Cliff. I created it, I own it, and I know its secrets. There is a basement inside the quiet room, take of your clothes and listen. There is a dungeon beneath it. A place where I am going to lock up your free will, because your free will has failed you. Look at my breasts, look at them and see how truly enthralling they are, look at my breasts and see the way you can’t help but become hypnotized by them because you’re such a wonderful subject and you love to be hypnotized.”

He was naked in her living room, staring, and while his conscious mind was in free-fall there were still echoes of it shouting up to the rest of himself, but the sight of her naked breasts muffled the sound.

“You’ve failed yourself by being free, you’ve failed yourself by being in control of your own life, and so that part of you is going to be locked in the silent dungeon, down below the quiet room. It’s happening now, because you know it’s what’s best for you. I’m an expert hypnotist and you’re happy with how my hypnosis helps you, As you stare at my breasts, feeling their own enthralling power over you reinforce what you really crave, what you really want, what you know is best for you. And what’s best for you is to follow the sound of my voice…”

Deb walked up to him, and pressed her palm against is chest, “…down.”

Cliff felt her will moving through him with that touch; her voice told him what to do and the word down became a command, like for a pet.

She straddled his thighs and took his cock in her hand. It was hard again, and he moaned as she rubbed his tip against her pussy lips.

“I’m going to lock your will away, below the quiet room, down in the silent dungeon, that way,” she was rubbed the head against her clit, “you can just let me help you by being in complete control.”

“Look at my tits Cliff, look at my tits while I lock you away, see only my tits as I take you down to the dungeon now. You are only valid when you are nothing more than my puppet.”

He stared at her breasts as she rode him.

His body felt less and less his own with every bounce, and as her breasts came down to fill his vision, as she angled herself to stick them in his face and told him to suck, he realized there was a physical distance growing between himself and his body.

The further away it went, the more fully he understood the soundless void of the silent dungeon. As she fucked him, as Deborah, the slightly overweight hypnotist with the great big tits, who was also friends with his mom, silently fucked him, Cliff realized she was fucking his brains out of his head and into a vor…

Silence, peaceful, contented silence flooded through him.

“Good boy, I’ll show you where you’ll be sleeping downstairs. And once you’re settled I’ll go over what you’ll be doing for me. Eventually, I’ll let that other part of you out of the dungeon, but not until I’ve taught you how to work hard for me and provide for me like the others do.”

“Look at my tits puppet, you like my hypnotic tits because they remind you what you are now, look at them and listen. I’m glad you’re so promising and so obedient, you’ll be a strong earner for me, and you’ve got a nice dick too. You will rewards my help many times over, in many different ways.”

Those words echoed through the quiet room, and down the winding stairs of his inner self, all the way down into the silent dungeon. Cliff heard her, the part of Cliff that was really who he was somehow heard her through the endless nothingness he was caught in.

She wasn’t gloating.

She wasn’t cruel.

She sounded sympathetic and patient still.

“You’ll do nicely, and you’ll do what you’re told. You’ll do nicely, now look at my hypnotic tits and feel their power willing your cock back to life. Look at my tits, and without a touch, feel me compel your cock back to life for me.”

She took Cliff’s body again.

And again.

And again, until it was broken, and responded to all of her commands like a pet would.

There was nothing inside Cliff to resist her, he was hollowed out and broken up, and those little fragments of him that were useful were constantly kept in trance and enthralled by her breasts.

Over the next month, he sold most all of what he owned, and turned all of his savings and his earnings over to her.

He slept in single bed in her basement, ate down there after cooking and cleaning, which was after working all day, and for dessert she would often fuck herself on him.

For a year Cliff lived like this, and then one day, as he was cumming inside her, lost in the glory of her tits, she whispered in his ear, ground down on him as she played with her clit, and Cliff was whole again, but he was not the same.

He belonged to her, and he needed to take care of her, and part of that was working on a new project, an idea she had, that she said he inspired when she used her phone’s metronome app on him.

It didn’t matter what it was, or what she wanted. Even though he was free, he was broken, and even though he was working hard, all of his success belonged to her. He was nothing, and having his free will back, he realized how useless and detrimental it really was.

Even a year later when she moved him out by essentially selling him to a woman she knew. Even when Deb gave that woman a list of commands that would direct Cliff to live as a slave for her, to marry her for appearances and for a legal right to his future earnings, he knew freedom would only destroy him.

Every once and a while Deb would pay him a visit at his new owners home to tune him up and reinforce his place, and as she would lie on top of him, her tits draped across his face, he would freely and gladly tell her that he was happy as a slave and a puppet, and the only thing that validated him, the only thing he was fit for, was to be used.

She would tell him, in that patient, dusky, sometimes conspiratorial voice of hers that he was right, and that he should be thankful for all of her help.

She didn’t have to say it through. He was, he always was, and he said as much to himself every single night.