Dr. Cindy’s Practices

A Smuthunter story

“Officer, excuse me, officer, hey!”

Officer Grant’s head snapped in the direction of the noise, and his hand fell towards the grip of his service weapon. “Ma’am, what are you…”

His voice trailed off as he took a look at her. 

Standing there under the streetlight with her platinum blond hair up in a high ponytail, dressed very much like she was about to go to yoga, was a woman with a small gym bag over her shoulder. The only problem was, it was two in the morning, and this was the middle of the suburbs.

Officer Grant’s cop instincts were kicking him hard, telling him something wasn’t right here.

“Ma’am, I’m going to need you to lower your bag and put your hands over your head, very slowly.” He didn’t draw his weapon, didn’t escalate the situation immediately, he just worked to establish control over the moment.

“But officer, I called for you…” 

This mystery blonde stuck her hip out to the side and made a truly confused looking face at him. 

As he looked her over, he saw as clearly as anyone else that she was attractive. Long legs, narrow waist, large breasts, all under leggings, and a tight jacket, that matched with the bag, really did make her look like she was just another girl on her way to work out. The only thing was, her sneakers were muddy, very muddy.

“… and you’re looking for someone suspicious right?” Her voice also matched her look. She sounded as blonde as any woman he’d ever met, light, airy, even bubbly in her sincere confusion about what was happening.

“Ma’am, I’m not asking. Put the bag down slowly, and very slowly put your hands up.” He didn’t move on her, he waited for her to comply, and it seemed like things were going to get more complicated before he got her sorted out.

“I’m so confused,” now her chest jutted out instead of her hip, and even as she did slowly lower her bag to the ground, it also seemed like she was arching her back and sticking her chest even further forward.

There was a lot of chest there too under a thin, pale pink zip up jacket, “I’m trying to help you, why are you… are you arresting me?”

Officer Grant found himself tacking a step back at that. She sounded so genuinely shocked about what was happening, so surprised and so slow about putting it together, that he almost believed her.

Almost.

As she lowered her bag, she’d also adjusted her jacket and the zipper had come down. She was wearing another shade of pink under her jacket, a very tight T-shirt with a very deep, plunging neckline.

This woman might have been the bustiest woman to ever try and flirt her way out of trouble with him, but she wasn’t the first.

“There’s been a report of suspicious activity in this neighborhood, ma’am, and based on your shoes, and your approximate height, you match the description of the suspect, so please, put your hands up, behind your head.”

“But,” and she actually bounced a little to make her tits jiggle, “I’m not suspicious, I’m going to my car, and I was trying to tell you I saw your suspect, I think.”

There was a confused confidence to her voice, and Grant could tell she was trying very hard to convey how much she believed what she was saying. He’d experienced it before, the subtle shift of when someone is trying to will you to agree with them, the difference between the sincerity of the truth, and the sincerity of trying to impose their truth on you.

Her hands were up, but not behind her head, though, she’d nudged the bg away from her person, which he appreciated her doing without being told. 

“Ma’am, do you have any weapons on your person, are you hiding anything I should know about?”

She still looked baffled by all of this, and while he doubted her sincerity, her consistency was making him wonder just a little bit.

“I,” she made a nervous little giggle, “I do have something tucked away. And, and I’ll reach for it slowly, look both my hands are right here, and it’s not a weapon okay officer, I’m just going to pull it out so you won’t think it’s weird or that I’m trying to hide anything okay?”

As she spoke, her left hand stayed up, and her right hand reached down between her breasts, and removed a golden pocket watch by it’s long bright chain. 

It started to swing.

“See, just this, everything else is in my bag, there’s just this.”

And it kept swinging back and forth in front of her breasts…

Damn it.

That hadn’t gone according to plan at all.

Nosey neighbors, nosey, shallow, stupid, busy body neighbors.

Who was awake this late? In this neighborhood? 

Cindy knew.

People like her client, unhappy, miserable people, that’s who.

But she was an attractive, well-educated, white woman, and she wasn’t dressed like a burglar despite what she’d just done, so all she had to do was walk to her car a few blocks away and…

That cop had gotten hear too quickly… 

Wait, was it a cop, or private security? The uniform was semi-indistinct, and she’d only glanced at his car for a moment.

Or was it a cop working private security? 

He had that look, he looked to familiar with what he was doing to only be a rent-a-cop. With one of them, Cindy knew she could walk by him, overpower him with her purpose and intention the way some people could go anywhere they wanted as long as they had a clipboard, but this guy, whoever he was, didn’t have that easily cowed air about him.

What could she have done differently this time? What about this time had been different than the last few times? How exactly did this happen?

It didn’t matter, there he was, on foot, his cruiser twenty yards behind him, and if he saw her first, there might be running, or chasing, or some other overreaction, so she called out to him in her fakest, most vacant sounding, innocent voice possible.

He walked like a cop, stood like a cop, talked, moved under the streetlight so she could get a better look at him, and was patient like a good cop. His gun, which his hand was very close to, was more real than his security uniform, which was the important thing to notice, so she stayed calm, she stayed cool, and stuck to the plan that was forming inside her head.

Mental discipline.

Follow-through with your actions and your decisions.

Be accountable for what you are doing and why.

Doctor Cynthia Strauss, PHD Psychology, focused on the moment and let herself become comfortable with these inner practices for success. She would own her moment, and she would get out of this situation.

“It’s important to me so I always keep it close at hand, and it’s very useful, very useful for me in so many ways officer. I know you don’t believe me, but I’m a hypnotist, I’m an actual hypnotist swinging a pocket watch in front of your face right now, and I know you want me to stop, I know you want me to stop what I’m doing, because you’re starting to feel very overwhelmed by what’s happening, but I’m not going to stop until you’re completely hypnotized into being more reasonable, and just listening, just listening to the sound of my voice as you watch the watch now officer. You can’t look away, you can’t take your eyes off me, you have to watch, and the longer you watch, the closer and closer to deep trance you’ll become.”

It was silly, but being silly was part of her charm right now. 

Her tits were out, his eyes had been on them for a while, and now the pocket watch and the declaration of what she was doing were serving as a direct, overt suggestion for him to stare at her and listen to her.

She was assaulting him with anxieties, that’s why she’d chosen the direct approach. She was power talking at him too, not letting him get a word in, not letting him gather his thoughts enough to speak, and she was going to work at his brain, working at the high tension of the moment, using everything like a sledgehammer until she cracked him open and had his mind sinking between her tits.

It was always the tits…

“Do you feel comfortable with me Troy? It feels to me like we’ve come a long way over the past few weeks, and I hope it’s gotten easier for you to open up with me.”

Dr. Strauss sat in her plush leather office chair, and as she spoke to her client, she let her right hand rest on her chest. It was just so she could slide it down to undo another button on her rose red silk blouse as soon as Troy started looking inward to answer her, instead of outward to ogle her like he usually did.

Her legs were crossed at the ankle, and her black skirt was just short enough where, if he was the right kind of observant, she’d let Troy see the lacy black and white panties she was wearing. But the truth was, getting her client not to stare at her breasts was almost impossible.

No, that wasn’t right. He was a subject, not a client. Clients came to her to be helped, subjects came to her to be used. But then again, the subjects never had any idea what they were.

“I do Doctor, it’s really nice to come here even if it’s just to vent.” Troy’s insurance covered his once a week visits, and though he’d only been coming to see her for a month, after the first session Cindy knew exactly how to manage him.

It would be managing too. 

She helped her clients, she managed her subjects.

Cindy had all but given up on helping this kind of guy. He had money, he had a wife or a girlfriend (or both), a career that took something away from him that might not be worth all the money it gave him, and nothing he would ever do would satisfy him, because… because he misunderstood happiness as a core concept and teaching a rich guy how to be a basic human being was exhausting and it never worked.

So, she’d manage his idea of happiness, use it for her benefit, and use him for what he could offer her. With other guys like Troy there with other soft points, other weaknesses, but with him the nebulous idea of happiness would be enough.

Well that, and her tits.

“Good,” her hand moved and revealed the expanse of her deep cleavage, which pulled his eyes like a moth to a flame, and as she was sitting at an elevated position to him, to keep him focused and in the right mind set, she leaned in closer to him, in part to create the sense she also leaning over him.

“That’s good, because I’d like you to be happy in our partnership here. I’d really like you to find some happiness and relief getting to be here with me. I know that with everything you’ve shared so far, you feel a lot of demand, a lot of strain all around you, and I hope that our sessions are a place where you can begin to let go of those burdens.”

As Dr. Strauss spoke, she let the flow of her voice slow down and dip into a softer, more sympathetic and inviting tone, something to match the inviting image of the cleavage she was presenting to him.

Cindy’s natural speaking voice was rich and somewhat deep for a woman’s voice, almost raspy at time, and she could use it to sound as nurturing, or as sexy as she wanted to. She’d also grown up practices a few other voices, because it never hurt to b bale to pass as a vapid party girl, or to fake being impossibly shy, quiet, and insecure.

“Do you feel comfortable here, comfortable enough to let yourself be in the moment?” 

She knew Troy pictured himself as an alpha male, a doer, a successful man, but her sense of his insecurities told Cindy where he was most vulnerable. Addressing him like this, smothering him in softness, speaking to what was missing in his life, would open him up in just the right way.

“I do doctor, it always seems like our hour flies by.” 

That was good, that was very good. In her first session she’d told him that if it made things easier for him, to just refer to her as doctor, to formalize everything. Ever since then, she’d used his willingness to address her that way as a basis for establishing call and response patterns with him, priming him for this session in particular. 

“Since you feel capable of that Troy,” her voice was congratulatory, encouraging, “I’d like us to engage in a different approach to self exploration today. I think it would be best, but if you’d like to continue with what we’ve been doing, I understand.”

Saying ‘I understand’ was about as condescending a thing she could say, but when said with patience, feigned or otherwise, with his assertive and competitive personality, it ensured he’d agree and take the bait.

It was also why Dr. Strauss was wearing thin wire framed glasses, and had her hair piled up on top of her head. It was all to create a sense of greater height, and a visual indicator of academic, and intellectual authority. 

Being straight, white, male, and successful, Troy’s relationship to authority and someone’s professionally established expertise was deferential by default. Or at very least it was anchored in a tepid or normative willingness to engage in hierarchical authority with little to no questions asked. 

In short, to most effectively manipulate him, Cindy had to create a psychological environment where he would both assume he was a willing participant, as well as think that he agreeing with someone who simply knew more than him. It was a contradiction, and in creating in Troy the ability to hold two separate and conflicting views of himself and his actions, he would become off-balance and vulnerable to her.

“No, I,” Troy was sitting on the edge of the office couch and doing, what was for him, an admirable job of trying not to stare at her breasts. “I’d like to try whatever you think might help me, since you’ve been such a big help so far.” 

Managing Troy, as she’d learned from doing the same with a handful of other clients over the last year, was built around feigning kindness and professionalism while being ruthless in cultivating and exploiting the flaws she was supposed to be addressing.

“It says a lot that you’re willing to not only keep coming to see me,” she brushed her fingers down the top of her blouse and watched as Troy’s gaze found her cleavage again, “but to really see me, and to truly listen and engage. A lot of people can go through the motions, but you’re truly committed and you should be proud of that.”

 Well placed compliments, like that last one, and great tits, like hers, could accomplish a lot with a man whose relationship to his own ego was as unbalanced as his. 

“Since you’re open to it, I’d like to talk to you a little bit about where you feel happiest, and where you feel most content. I’d like you to look at what makes you feel happiest, for you to take a long look at what makes you feel safe, content, and peaceful.”

Again, her fingers brushed down her blouse, but this time it was both hands, and as she did, she managed to ‘accidently’ open her blouse a little wider. 

With one more button than what she would call ‘decent’ undone, and her 36 triple D’s perfectly cupped and supported by a very special, very expensive bra, her choice of words was more than coincidence, but her voice remained in the same nurturing, soft, professional tone she always used with men like him. 

It was deliberate, another contradiction to raise the level of mental anxiety he was felling, so when she would let him fall, he would fall very deep and very fast.

“When we see ourselves in relation to happiness, we see happiness as an outside force, something we look at and admire, something we want to reach out and touch, to hold and embrace, you can see this as happiness can’t you Troy?”

As she said ‘see this as happiness’ her right hand once again found a reason to brush in front of her deep cleavage, and she watched his eyes follow while pretending not to notice.

The anxiety she was creating wasn’t stress, at least not the way most people thought about stress, it was the creation of mental and psychological tension. 

To put someone into a state of deep trance according to one popular theory and school of hypnosis, was to create a mental state of anxiety that mimicked the fight or flight response, and then allow the mind to flee, to create a mental disconnect to end the stimulation that had created the scenario. 

For her clients like Troy, the ones she managed in this particular way, her sexuality worked wonders in creating the desired effect. She’d unknowingly used her tits to that effect on guys for most of her life, and when she discovered the theory behind how and why she’d been so good at pulling strings…

“Just keep watching the watch officer, back and forth, just watch its irresistible swing, back and forth, back and forth in front of my soft, heavy breasts. It’s so late, so very late, and you’re feeling the weight my tits are having on your eyes, tired eyes from watching and following, feeling so sleepy from being hypnotized, feeling so very sleepy as you realize you’re sinking into trance for me now, powerless to stop it as you can’t stop staring, falling down now, down into my breasts, like there’s nothing else you can think about, mind going blank for my breasts so quickly and easily, just watching the watch, going from breast to breast, back and forth, and it’s so confusing now, so confusing and overwhelming because you want to tell me to stop, but you want to stop yourself from stopping me because it feels so good doesn’t it?”

Officer Grant felt his eyelids starting to flicker, and felt his shoulder starting to slump forward. His body was feeling warm and loose, as though the simple act of this woman swinging a pocket watch in front of her tits and been like an off switch for him. But none of this could be real, it was so ridiculous, all he had to do was saying something.

“You want to tell me it’s not working, but you’d be lying to yourself if you did. You don’t believe how big and warm, and inviting my boobs are, but you can’t imagine how I could really hypnotize you by telling you to watch the watch, you’re getting very sleepy, now watch the watch guide you back to how impossibly soft my big heavy tits, your eyes, look at my breasts right now, weighing you down, tired, warm, close your eyes, soft, and sleepy, sink into my boobs now, deep sleep.”

She had to move fast to catch him as his body started to go limp, and Officer Grant felt her movement. He felt the speed of her step as she came up to catch him, and felt her arms around him. She was stronger than she looked.

“So tired, so very sleepy and tired and confused by the power my breasts have over you, I know. I know you wanted to watch my breasts as my watch made you watch it, and I watched you watch the way my tits were going up and down, like you now, up and up like you’re coming out of trance, but if you’re coming out it must mean you were down, down deeper into my breasts, into trance now. You can’t come up if you weren’t down, and you can’t be down in trance if you weren’t hypnotized, hypnotized by me now, hypnotized and going twice as deep for me any time you start to come up just a little like now, deeper now, all the way down, like you’re nestled in between my boobs, warm and safe in my words, so soft and sleepy, it’s time to dream now, it’s time to let everything else become a dream officer, and I’ll tell you all about it. Let’s just go to your car first, you can sleep walk there, you can sleep walk to your car and carry my bag, because you’re just dreaming, everything, and the more real the dream feels, the deeper you’re sinking down in between my boobs, where you want to be, where you need to be, where you’re already sleeping, and feeling so good, so happy, so warm as you dream of everything I’m saying now.”

His eyes were open, but he felt like he was a thousand miles away from what he was doing. Her bag, the one that looked like a gym bag was heavier than he’d have expected it to be, if he were thinking that is, but he wasn’t, so it was just the weight it was. And as he walked with her, she held his hand, and kept saying he was very close, very close to being done, very close to getting to sleep and dream, and remember to forget everything he couldn’t remember, like her face, or seeing her at all, because her breasts were too big for anything else to fit in his mind, too big for him to remember, too soft for his mind to hold on to, and to him, she was just like her breasts, and he couldn’t help but see them now, to stare at them now, and to feel how good it felt to just forget.

“Just forget about everything else except the pleasure you feel from not remembering.”

Her tits were out, flopping across the security guard/cop’s face as she slide up and down his cock, slowly, moving with the languid grace of a dancer, thrilling as every inch of him filled her dripping wet slit. 

This was different than in the office, different than with the subjects she would fuck into submission, that she would manipulate, and coddle, and prey on sexually and financially. They got her off, but not like this, this was a different kind of power.

1. Grant, that’s what his name badge said, still had his utility belt on. His gun was at his side, he’d basically caught her red handed, and now she was fucking him amnesic after hypnotizing him in the street so quickly, and so completely that it surpassed ever Cindy’s own certainty and confidence. 

Here he was, armed, authorized, her enemy, and seeing his eyes go soft and his body start to go limp had made her even wetter than the first time she saw a client pop an erection from hypnosis alone.

Now, straddling him in the front passenger seat of his car. Now, feeling her pussy quivering with every slow thrust of her hips. Now, having cum and cum hard as soon as she slid his mindless cock inside her. Now, with her take in her bag, and his mind blank, she came again and knew it was time to wrap things up.

“Forgetfulness is bliss, amnesia is orgasmic, cum for my tits, forget and forget until your memories be-cum mine, until your mind be-cum’s mind. You are hypnotized, you know that means you must obey. You are hypnotized, be-cum blank and empty for my tits, feel them pushing your thoughts out of your mind and into your cock, filling your head. My tits are too big for anything else, my tits are too big for your little mind to handle, cum and forget, cum for me now, be-cum blank and amnesiac for me now, you have to, you have to cum and forget, you’re hypnotized.”

She started riding him harder and faster and couldn’t believe how easily the words came to her. All that practice in the office was paying off. It was easy to fuck a mind and a cock at the same time now, and as Officer L. Grant started to spurt into her, his body shaking, groaning against the physical pleasure and emotional chaos she’d created, Cindy pressed her tits against his face for him to suck and kiss, and waited till she heard him gasp and go limp under her, his mouth going slack, his whole body melted between her thighs.

“I need you to open your eyes now and remain in deep trance for me. You’ve forgotten, and now it’s time for me to make sure you remember something else for your own protection. 

It’s time for you to remember something else to take the place of what you’ve forgotten, to keep you safe, to keep you whole, your mental alibi for yourself. Just watch the watch like before, and watch the watch as it swings back and forth in front of my tits all over again.”

Repetition was crucial in effective hypnotic conditioning, and she wasn’t going to risk Officer L. Grant having a moment of clarity. The watch began to swing again in front of her breasts, and she started to repeat herself, telling him over and over that her tits were too big for his mind, but another boring night was just the right size. 

Repetition was crucial to her success, and it always had been.

“I know it’s a lot to think about, it’s a lot to ask to see how we would look, or how we would imagine ourselves to look when facing our happiness, but I want to reiterate what I was just saying. When we see ourselves in relation to happiness, we see happiness as an outside force, something we look at and admire, something we want to reach out and touch, to hold and embrace, you can see this as happiness can’t you Troy?”

He was smiling at her, or smiling at her tits more accurately, eyes starting to soften, his face slightly more relaxed. She shifted slightly, helping his view and indicating to him that she was waiting for an answer to a question she hadn’t really asked. 

“I do Doctor.”

He said it because he knew he was supposed to say it, she knew that was why, she knew, because she’d coached him to it. Becoming so placid, so passive, and willing to play his part, to give her that answer with no real grounding as to why, was an important step for him in her process.

“That’s a very good thing to think, and I’d like to think you know that I want you to be as happy as possible with me, that when you look at my place in your life, when you look at me as it relates to your happiness,” she took a deep breath that exaggerated the shape of her chest as she inhaled and then exhaled, “you know I want you to clearly see what happiness looks like with me here, now. You can see that it makes sense, doesn’t it?”

As she spoke, Cindy smoothed out her skirt, and used it as an excuse to tug down on her blouse. Doing so made the silk contour to her body, revealing more of her chest, or at least accentuating her breasts more fully. 

When Troy nodded, his eyes unabashedly flirted with the depth of her cleavage as he said, “It does Doctor.” 

She could tell using her formal title now was a means of trying to convey more respect than his eye banging was communicating. The more powerful her eroticism became, the safer calling her Doctor was becoming for him, and the safer he felt in his relationship to her, the more vulnerable to her he became.

Most of what she was doing now was mentally priming him, using phrases designed to associate her appearance with happiness, while also asking more questions like the previous one, questions that sounded like they should have positive answers, but were really nothing more than her asking him if he was cooperating.

“Sometimes when we engage in what makes us feel happy, with what makes us feel emotionally safe, or grounded, or warm, when we engage in what truly makes us happy and appeals to us, when we look at it, especially when it’s something we truly want, truly desire, we sometimes don’t notice how happiness can be calming too. We see these other qualities of the shape our happiness takes when we look at it, the smoothness, the roundness of it, but we don’t notice how relaxed we feel when we’re happy.”

“Are you,” the middle finger of Cindy’s right hand touched the top of her left breast, then slid up to her collar bone and across her skin, “happy with what you’re seeing between us now Troy?”

The soft, smooth, authoritarian edge of her gentle tone, changed everything about the action, but only on a surface level. “Are you happy with seeing me? Truly happy, and content with what we’re sharing now?”

That same finger traced down the edge of her blouse, down to the next closed button, and she watched her subject’s eye’s follow it. “I am Doctor, I’m happy with how I’ve been feeling since I started, and I’m happy with the work we’re doing.”

As he spoke, Cindy watched Troy’s shoulders slump just a little, and watched as he seemed to subconsciously let out a deep sigh. His eyes became unfocused for just a moment, and the lines of focus on his face softened as well. He even started to sit back a little, leaning back into the couch.

By admitting he was happy, he was recognizing that he was also able to feel calm and relaxed here, that was the buried suggestion within her statement and means of testing how he was responding to her slow, methodical induction. 

His body responded to it more than his conscious mind did, and that was a good thing for her.

“You look like you’re feeling more relaxed than I’ve ever seen you feel before, and I can imagine, can’t you, how nice it finally feels to be calm, to just breathe in this moment while you focus on looking directly into the source of your happiness.”

With this, she shifted in her chair slightly, and arched her back with as much subtlety as possible, “And this is the most focused you’ve been since you’ve started to see me. I like seeing you like this, engaged in and completely focused on looking at your happiness, letting me help you to find what’s been missing, to find that part of yourself you’ve been searching for, while you just let yourself be calm and relaxed, relaxed and open to real happiness, to seeing what the source of your real happiness could be.”

Cindy ran her hands over her breasts, “I’m sorry, silk, it’s so soft, but sometimes it has a mind of its own. “

“Listen to the sound of my breasts as they speak to you now Officer Grant, you know you have a mind of your own, a single mind capable of singular thought and focus. And as focused as it is, it is singularly outnumbered by my two breasts, held between them, overwhelmed, overpowered, surrounded, smothered, and lost in them. Your mind is too small to hold them, too weak to resist their voice and their influence, and that is why your conscious mind and memories will not hold on to them, or hold on to me.”

The early repetition moments ago felt like it would have been enough, but as she pressed herself more deeply into his mind, Cindy’s doubts caused her to redouble her efforts.

With the chain of the pocket watch still wrapped around her fingers, with her free hand Cindy stroked the back of Grant’s head, softly, lovingly, but with the same dominion and authority she would use to pet a dog. 

“You will remember the night happening as my breasts command it to. You came out here, you looked around, and since it’s impossible for your mind to grasp my breasts, because your thoughts and drowning in between them, you will understand that there was no one here, you saw no one, you know nothing.”

She could feel his cock twitching back to life again, and as much as she wanted another ride on it, Cindy had to wrap it up. It wasn’t like earlier in the day with Troy, she didn’t have a dedicated hour in her office, she was fucking and brainwashing someone in his patrol car out on the street at 2am.

It wasn’t even like 20 minutes earlier, waiting for the time delay on Troy’s safe to unlock, rubbing one out in his office while he was fast asleep upstairs, unaware that his psychologist had walked through his back door and was burgling him, unaware that it was her idea to have him encourage his wife take a vacation, to make sure she was gone.

Cindy had cum hard then too, not as hard as from capturing Grant, not as hard as some of her other conquests, but the moment before taking her subjects’ money, taking their valuables from them was more satisfying than dealing with her now ex husband, his lawyer, and even that private investigator that almost ruined everything for her. 

Those were different kinds of thrills, just like Grant had been different still.

She could lie to herself and say it wasn’t about the money, that getting her subjects to give her alarm codes, safe codes, and to mindlessly go about allowing her to walk in and out of their homes while they slept, was all about the power, and to a certain extent it was, but the reality of it was that all the hypnotic psycho sexual seduction in the world wasn’t really more universally powerful than money.

That was what was in the bag, liquid assets that the owner would never remember having. Liquid assets she would program them to feel relieved about losing when they would come up in conversation. Those were conversations that always opened the door for floating the idea of increasing their visits to twice a week, to minimizing their lifestyles, to selling their fancy cars to cover the cost of seeing her more, until they were dried out, and she would let them walk away feeling spiritually whole and happy, having flooded their shallow lives and minds with post hypnotic suggestions that played off their own egos and delusions.

That took time, that took constant repetition, and crammed into a car, feeling that dick between her legs, realizing she didn’t even have time for the fuck she’d already gotten out of him, Cindy slid off of Grant, pulled up her own pants, and started to tuck his cock back into his pants as she spoke.

“And Grant, even if you try and remember, or try and talk about it, the reality is that you have been hypnotized by my breasts not to be able to. You have been hypnotized to forget me, just like I hypnotized you into fucking me, just like my tits hypnotized you into being my slave tonight. And if you couldn’t resist me then, you cannot and will not be able to resist me now, or ever. So if you try and remember, you’ll just forget, and if you try and talk about what I’ve done to you, my tits won’t be able to fit in your mouth, so neither will the words to talk about me or them, do you understand?”

Glassy eyed, he nodded.

“Good. I’m all done with you now, but you’re not done with being in trance for me. You’re going to fall into a very deep sleep for the next ten minutes, and when you wake up, you’ll remember what I told you, that there was no one here, and you’re done looking.”

“Anyway,” Cindy watched Troy’s vision refocus at the sudden change to what had become her, slow, steady, lulling speech, and the deliberately provocative motion of her hands, that were a reward for his continued engagement as much as they were a lure to distract his conscious mind.

He looked, surprisingly, unnerved by the moment. But, despite the shift of having unknowingly started to sink into and them come out of a very light trance state, Troy’s eyes remained fixed on Cindy’s breasts.

“It’s good that you’re so focused on seeing your happiness, discovering true happiness in your life. And I know I said it before, but it does mean a lot to me that I can help you with this, that you are comfortable with me, able to relax with me, and that seeing me has a calming influence on you. I know the value of being able to distance myself from other things, other tasks, and simply be in the moment with my clients, and when you see me, I hope you can continue to make progress, to maybe even feel more relaxed every now and then. After all, we’re here to work with you, looking into yourself, and focusing on what makes you feel happy, and relaxed, and I’d like to talk about what’s next for you Troy.”

As she spoke, her voice had gotten softer and softer. It was still gently condescending in the way only encouragement could be, and every time she said relax, her voice took on a slightly firmer, more enthusiastic tone. By the time she said his name, Troy was already plunging into the flow of her voice again, already caught up in her, following her lead as she let him stare into her cleavage.

“I’d like you to think about why you feel so happy and relaxed with me now. I’d like you to think about why it feels so good to allow yourself to become continually more open with me, more receptive and relaxed when you listen to me. I’d like you to look at the source of your happiness with me, really see your happiness and embrace these feelings, like there’s nothing else in the room, nothing else between us, nothing else in your mind, and I know you can do this for me can’t you?”

If she hadn’t laid the groundwork she had over the past few weeks, if she hadn’t used so many soft platitudes and given him so much space to just talk, and air out his feelings, all while steering things back to that simple deception of happiness she’d crafted, Troy might have consciously realized what she was not so subtly telling him. 

That being: stare at my tits and relax.

“I can see the weight slipping away as you sit back and feel the softness of the couch under you now Troy. I can see the way it’s feeling so good for you to take a deep breath, in, breathing in the softness of contented relaxation and happiness, and I’m watching you let go of your burdens, your mental tension and stresses now as you exhale. You can notice this for me now, you can feel it, and feel how happy you are to experience this now. We’re going to take a few more breaths to help center your focus on your happiness now, just relax and breathe.”

Cindy started to mirror him, or more accurately, act out what she was describing The considerable heft of her tits was rising and falling with her own deep breaths, and as she’d shown Troy this sight before, as she’d taught him what to look for, he fell into the pattern of her rising and falling breasts.

 Cindy let this play out for three deep breaths, then continued to mirror him, only instead of leaning back herself, she started moving her hand forward and backward, moving it towards herself as she inhaled, then pushing toward Troy as she exhaled.

After three more breaths, he was following her hand, moving forward as it went back, sinking back as it pushed towards him.

“I know this is a very new space for you to be in, a very calm, very quiet place, where there is only my voice now, my voice and yours, where even the sounds of your own thoughts have faded away, and you enjoy being here, I can see it, I can see how happy you are, so focus on your happiness, look into the source of your happiness and follow the sound of my voice Troy, my words aren’t as important as the way you’re feeling, this is all about you, all about feeling, relaxed and calm, and happy now, happy to go along to listen, to take a long look at what’s making you feel so very happy and agreeable now.”

Cindy started to speak a little faster, and let her voice take on slightly more severe edge. She was playing even more to his relationship to authority now, lecturing him, using her title and her position to undermine any hesitation or independence in this ‘conversation’ on his part. 

She was the doctor, she was right, and she was making herself being right as appealing and enjoyable for his baser instincts as possible, hypnotizing him, and making him want to be hypnotized, all without using those words while keeping his conscious focused planted firmly on her breasts.

“Being happy, feeling this way, can be a rather blissful experience, a warm and simple way of just feeling so very good, because it feels very good to be here with me, listening, looking at what you need to be happy, seeing what you want to be happy, and it’s so easy now, so easy to just let go of anything else isn’t it, let go, and let go Troy, nothing else maters, and you’re already here with me.”

His eyes were fluttering, his jaw was slack, and his breathing was slower and deeper than usual. He was well on his way to deep trance, and willingly so, because he had no idea what was happening.

Cindy stood up, “Be here with me Troy, be here with me and find your happiness.”

She slid her right finger into her exposed cleavage, and watched a shallow, simple smile form on his lips.

If she weren’t pointing between her tits, her words would have been just as inviting, but now they were promising, seductive, enticing him. There was a chance that Troy’s ego was still swimming around in the cloud of her voice, still pushing him to think, and want to act a certain way, though he’d been so subdued by her slow, methodical, hypnotic assault. There was a chance that a part of him would be able to come to the surface, that free will may make itself known, but ultimately, subjects like Troy weren’t free thinkers.

No, he wasn’t resisting because his ego was being placated by her sexuality. It was natural for him to see himself as an object of desire, and despite the internal vertigo of her soothing, encouraging approach and tone, Troy’s identity was built around the idea that an attractive woman like Cindy would obviously want to throw herself and her fantastic tits at him, and that was why her hypnosis worked so well on these guys, she was giving their weakest selves, who conversely had the strongest grip on their choices, exactly what they thought they wanted, all while taking everything else away from them.

Cindy was finally starting to get a little excited by Troy’s decent into her clutches.

“I want you to be happy Troy, I want you to feel as relaxed as possible, relaxed and calm like your entire body and your mind is asleep now, asleep with your eyes open, basking in warmth, basking in relaxation, feeling so good to be here with me, and doing such a good job of being so focused on me, only on me, hearing my voice and absorbing my words, that I want to share something else with you now, something that will make you feel even happier to be right here. You understand, don’t you Troy?”

“Yes Doctor, I do.” She smiled. It was a genuine, surprised smile too, because she’d expected him to mumble his agreement. He wasn’t enunciating perfectly by any stretch, but it was more than the sleepy, drooling agreements she usually got form her subjects at this point.

“That’s very good Troy, because I want you to appreciate your happiness, appreciate what I’m showing you now, let me double your bliss, double your relaxation, and show you what you’ve been missing, because I know what’s best for you, I know what you need don’t I? Admit it, and I’ll give it to you. I know what’s best for you don’t I?”

“Yes Doctor,” there was a tingle in his words, a hungry, needy flicker of life to his slow speech, and his acquiescence made her pussy just a little bit warmer. 

Her skirt came off, but Troy’s eyes were fixed on her breasts, and as she unbuttoned her blouse and let it fall from her shoulders, his eyes went exactly where they were supposed to; her black and white spiraled bra.

“Hypnotism is a powerful tool for self exploration Troy, and you’d like me to hypnotize you now wouldn’t you?”

 Her right hand slid down between her legs, and she pressed her finger against the black silk of her panties. She was finally properly wet, and she rubbed herself as slowly as she could while watching him stare at her tits, oblivious to her black and white lacy panties, and the fact she was masturbating in front of him.

“Yes Doctor,” he had moved forward slightly, no longer an upright puddle on her couch, and the tent that had formed in his pants told her she had him exactly where she wanted him now.

“That’s very good Troy, and it’s going to be very easy for you to be hypnotized, because the source of your happiness is very hypnotic, and as you look at it, look right here,” she pointed to the cups of her bra “you’ll begin to fall into a very deep trance very quickly.”

Of course he was already in a very functionally deep state of trance, but not acknowledging it until the sensation most matched the way it was portrayed in fiction, thus matching what she assumed his expectations of the experience would be, only helped to impose her authority over him

Cindy was standing over him, leaning forward, “To help you become deeply hypnotized, I would like to touch you Troy, is that okay? Do you want me to touch you?”

“I do.” His voice quivered with an excitement his nearly paralyzed body could not convey, and as he spoke, Cindy straddled him and put her hands on his shoulders. 

Looking down at him, with her hair still up, and her glasses still on, she occupied a spot of dominance over him in every conceivable way, and now the implications of hypnosis, the romanticized, mystical, mind controlling qualities that the idea of hypnosis conjured in people, would further establish her superiority

For some of her actual clients, not the ones she used like this, simply talking about hypnosis was enough to put them in a trance. For Troy, and his ilk, it was all about the perception of power and authority, and while her proper clients would accept a lot from hypnosis, these men were particularly vulnerable in the most devastating of ways.

“Good Troy, very good. All you need to do to be hypnotized by me now, to feel twice as much pleasure, to feel twice as relaxed and happy, is to stare at my spirals. You can do that, stare into the hypno-spirals on my bra, they won’t start spinning, it’s just fabric, but stare into the center of the patterns and let your eyes relax. 

Just relax and watch the way they start to shift, watch the illusion of the spirals on my bra, going around and round, look at the nice big spirals Troy, watch them and feel the way they’re starting to overwhelm your eyes, making them so heavy now, nice and heavy, like my big round spirals, nice and warm, and soft like my big round spirals of happiness. Your happiness is under the spirals, watch and stare, and I’ll show you now. Close your eyes.”

Cindy unclasped her bra and let it fall in the pile with her blouse and skirt, “And open them now, see your happiness, see the spirals spinning around your happiness now Troy.”

It was a silly optical illusion, but it worked, and it worked even better under hypnosis. His eyes still retained the image of the spirals and he stared up at her breasts as the phantom overlap spun around, centering on both nipples.

“This is your happiness Troy, and whenever you hear me and only me say “find your happiness’ you will immediately return to this state of deep trance, seeing my spiraling breasts in your mind, and feeling perfectly agreeable, suggestible and cooperative for me, no matter what I ask, because no matter what I ask, it’s always what’s best for you isn’t it Troy? You understand that my breasts know what’s best for you don’t they Troy?”

“Yes Doctor.” 

The fact he could answer at all, other than nod and drool, almost made her laugh. Instead of losing her composure, she leaned in closer, “Find your happiness and suck on my tits Troy, it’s the only thing that makes you truly happy.”

His body felt ephemeral to her, like she could reach inside him and twist him around like he didn’t have any bones. As he sucked on her tits and the stimulation made her panties even wetter. 

It felt like she was playing with a man who had no substance, like he was a sandcastle, and she loved it.

Dr. Cindy Strauss loved the way it felt to deconstruct someone who thought they were so high and mighty. It was a thrill, like stealing was, like affairs used to be. As he sucked and licked, she pulled his hair just enough, “Play with them, touch them, hold them in your hands, find your happiness Troy, feel your only real happiness between your fingers. Your happiness belongs to me.”

He did what he was told, and as she rubbed her crotch against his bulge, getting a little of her soaked through slickness on his pants, she thought about not fucking him. 

She thought about not sliding that cock inside her, and seeing if she could set the course of his life with nothing more than foreplay, but if the past had taught her anything, it was that she had to be careful and thorough.

Mental discipline.

Follow-through with your actions and your decisions.

Be accountable for what you are doing and why.

Also, he wasn’t bad looking, and she felt the proof that she would be working with something decent down there.

His cock was out, and she was rubbing the head along her silk panties, using it to rub her clit, savoring the sensation as she gave it the smallest jerks, before pulling her panties to the side and sliding down on top of it.

To on outsider, there would be nothing dominant about her position. 

They were in a nice office, on a nice couch, she was naked except for her panties, her heels, and her glasses, and he was fully clothes, except for his dick being out and in her, doing nothing as she rode his cock. From the outside, anyone would assume that he was in charge of all of this.

From the inside, especially the inside of Troy’s mind, there was only Dr. Cindy Strauss whispering, “You’re only truly happy when you give yourself to me. You’re only truly happy when you give me what I want. You’re only truly happy when you do what I say. Your happiness is in being controlled. Your happiness is in my tits dominating your life, inspiring you to obey me in every way. You’re only truly happy seeing me as often as possible. You’re only truly happiness inside my control. Find your happiness as you suck on my tits, fins your happiness as I let you cum inside me.”

Over and over her words echoed in his mind, under her body, under her sway, under her influence and control. “You’re going to do something for me right now. You’re going to answer my questions, and when you do, I’ll let you cum. You’re only happy pleasing me, I own your happiness, my tits own your happiness, and when you tell me what I want, you’ll be so happy you’ll cum for me, you’ll cum for my hypnotizing tits, because you’re only happy being hypnotized by my tits, you’re only happy being hypnotized and controlled by me.”

From the inside of Troy’s body, his balls were aching, shuddering with a load, and his cock was trickling, dribbling into her as she road him faster and faster. “You’re only happy cumming on command, you’re only happy when you please me and earn that cum. You’re only happy cumming when my tits say so, when my hypnotizing tits allow you to. You need to earn it by pleasing me, you won’t cum yet, you can’t cum yet, not till my tits hypnotize you into shooting your load. You’re only happy cumming when I hypnotize you into cumming, and you have to earn that by pleasing me. You’re only happy pleasing me, you know this is true don’t you Troy, don’t you?”

She pulled a tit out of his mouth just long enough for him to say “Yes Doctor.”

“Good Troy, good,” Cindy was on the edge, and there was one thing she wanted, something that would break him open and ensure that his free will would be lost in her tits forever. “I want to be able to trust you Troy, I want to believe in you, and I’m going to put my faith in you now. Promise me, promise me you’ll do whatever I say after I let you cum. Promise me.”

Cindy pushed him back and then arched her own back, keeping his mouth away from her breasts while pushing them forward. “Promise me you’ll always do what you’re told, and find your happiness by cumming for my tits now. Cum for my tits Troy.”
“I promise.” He grunted. “I promise.” He groaned. “I promise,” his hips arched, his fingers dug into her thighs, and he lost himself in her hypnotic trap.

“Good Troy, good. Now look at my tits and find your happiness. Find your happiness and follow me over to my desk, I have some questions for you.”

Ego, arrogance, the belief that he had control and power, all of it was brought to the surface in the one moment, and her pleading to him, to turn it all over to him, happened in a sticky climactic rush that split him wide open, and let her voice pick his mind clean.

Doctor Cindy Strauss sat behind the wheel of her car and took a deep breath. 

Her pulse was up, her body was humming, and she felt drunk on endorphins. 

It was one thing to tell her clients and her subjects to take a centering breath, but it was something else entirely for Cindy when she felt too alive to function.

“Fuck.”

She made herself breathe.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck me, fuck, how’d I do that?”

She stared driving; she had to. 

As the distance started to mount between her and the site of her last score, Cindy started to come down. 

The smartest thing she’d done, the best thing she thought to do, after miraculously brainwashing someone who would have destroyed her life, was make sure she got his card.

1. Grant, Leonard Grant was a cop. A cop with a second job, there was something there to work with.

Leverage.

Also, she had been right.

Right about him, his instincts, and the danger he posed to her.

And… AND she still couldn’t believe her plan had worked.

Fuck, that was hot.

But, how long would it hold? 

How long would her mental block keep him away from the memories? She’d whispered some information out of him, gotten enough to work from, but would it be more dangerous to reintroduce herself into his life later, or to let it ride, to trust that she’d done enough to him, combined with his overall lack of information about her.

Besides, what would he say?

At the scene a large breasted blonde woman hypnotized me into having sex with her and made me forgot about seeing her near the sight of some ‘suspicious behavior’? No one would be combing his car for her DNA evidence off of that.

Still, what she had done was dangerous, it was dumb, and reckless; just like every day of her life had been for years now.

Cindy arrived at the underground parking lot where she would switch cars, and took a deep breath. Things would either work out better or worse than the thing with her now ex-husband’s PI had.

Her past was complicated, and her future looked like it would be too. It was all a gamble… and now that she thought about gambling and this cop who was obviously hard up, maybe… maybe her next big thrill was closer than she ever could have predicted.