“Dr. Armstrong, it’s wonderful to meet you.”

Chris Younger was the newest member of the university’s social sciences faculty, and everything about him reminded Andrea of a different problem.

It wasn’t that he was a problem yet, but she felt like he could be. He was young, handsome, and carried himself with the kind of certainty she’d seen constantly in her male peers.

“Dr. Younger, it’s nice to make your acquaintance. How are you settling in so far?” He was dressed in a button down blue shirt and tan khakis, and looked to be in very good shape. His brown hair was short, he had the hind of a tan, and his brown eyes were sharp.

“It’s nice so far, but I’m surprised you didn’t dump all the 101s on me. I thought by now you’d just be focused on upper division work while you write your next book.”

She gave him the most patient smile she could muster, he was scouting the lay of the land and she could almost taste his ambition. “Oh no, I like the low levels, it gives me a chance to be present for my TAs as they learn to lecture, and it lets me offer a hand to students who may be majoring. I think it’s important for me to be present along the way.”

He nodded, “Well, thank you for that. It’s nice to have a chance to teach up a little, and do work that I couldn’t do at the community college level. I was also hoping, not today, but maybe we could talk a little bit about syllabuses and class criteria and focus. I think you and I have some different ideas about things, and I don’t want to step on toes, or go against the grain here.”

She raised an eyebrow, “What do you think we disagree on?”

“Well,” he shifted and she could tell he was a little nervous and rightly so, “I read your book, and I’ve seen your papers, and I think you and I clearly have different focuses, and different beliefs about the value of certain practices.

“Such as?” It was Andrea’s turn to shift this time, only she was crossing her lags and sitting back. The leather knee length skit she was wearing made a slight noise as she did, and the short sleeved burgundy blouse she was wearing clung to her chest as she raised a finger to the corner of her mouth.

“I want to say I appreciate your work, I do. I think it’s good. I just don’t think hypnosis has a lot of value in the broader academic experience, and I haven’t run into a lot of professors that spend a lot of time on altered mind states these days. Most of my work has been in analysis, and that’s kind of the trend these days.”

“I see.” Andrea nodded, and she watched the way his eyes did their best not to wander down to her chest. Their best wasn’t perfect, but it was better than a lot of her peers, and countless of her students. “Tell me Chris, have you ever been hypnotized as an adult?”

“Not since my undergrad, but I don’t see what that has to do with anything here.” He could have sounded defensive, or put off, but instead he was curious about her question, about her counter-point.

“One of the reasons we stick with what we know, and you know this, is because it’s often what we’re the most experienced with and literate in. I wouldn’t ask you to teach outside of your focus, and your specialization. I was a supporter of your hiring, and I’ve read your papers too. I was just curious about your literacy in the subject, because it hardly seems like you could make an honest assertion from a position of ignorance could you?”

She wasn’t the department head, she wasn’t a faculty chair, she was just the most accomplished, and most scenario psychology professor at the university, being tenured while the school had moved from adjunct professor to adjunct professor over the last several years.

“Well, I don’t necessarily think that’s what I’m saying. But, I do see your point.” He was polite in his rebuttal, and carried himself with a bookishness that was a bit surprising give his features and his confidence. But then again, he was an academic, so it was in part to be expected.

“Would you say,” Andrea moved her hand to the collar of her blouse and unfastened a button, and then another, “that you’re the type who isn’t particularly susceptible to hypnosis Dr. Younger?”

He blushed as she revealed more of her cleavage than he’d been expecting to see, and as she waited for an answer, a third button came undone, putting even her voluminous out before his eyes.

“Because,” she slid her fingers down between her breasts and started to tug on a golden chain of a pocket watch, “you strike me as the type that could not, under any circumstances find themselves in deep trance.”

She had seen a female internet hypnotist do something like this to start one of her videos, and not wanting to pass up o a good idea, had started to keep her pocket watch there in between her breasts for just a chance like this.

Though, she had to admit, she’d expected to use this trick on a student during office hours. But to her, there wasn’t much difference in entrancing a male, no matter their position.

“Dr. Armstrong, I don’t know that you think you’re doing, but this is hardly appropriate.” In another world he would have made to leave, or pretended to stand up, but she smiled at the truth of the matter. He was sitting there and staring at her considerable breasts, and that had caused his otherwise sharp and brilliant mind to go just a little haywire.

Dr. Armstrong leaned forward in her chair ever so slightly, and started to swing her pocket watch in front of her breasts, “Given that I doubt very much that I could hypnotize you, especially not like this, in this way, in this moment, I would hardly say I was doing much of anything. But if your eyes find they’re naturally following my watch back and forth, just like that, back and forth, then I’d say I could be hypnotizing you.”

“That is to say,” her free hand moved to her breasts, and a red fingernail traced down milky white skin, “that someone like yourself, certain, strong willed, and doubting of the value of hypnosis, could ever find himself compelled by the idea. But how could you possibly find yourself falling, enticed into, or perhaps seduced into trance, especially as you clearly understand hypnosis even if you don’t put any real faith in its power and possible effects on you.”

His eyes were moving with the pocket watch, and telling to her but not to him, he had started to blink, “Do you honestly believe that waving a pocket watch is enough? I mean, I am aware of your skill, but is it really in your mind, effective to simply start waving it back and forth?”

Now he was incredulous, but his tone was softer, and a little slower than what he’d imagined it to be. To her mind it had little to do with the pocket watch, and everything to do with the sight of her breasts.

“Not being hypnotizable in this fashion, for lack of a better term, as we assume you to be, there’s no harm in me doing so, as your mind is sharp and focused, and you have no desire to follow the motion of the pocket watch, though it is truly affecting when employed in just the right manner, leaving the eyes drawn, and the mind eased into the permission to simply slow down, as you know, disconnected, focusing on what one who is being hypnotized by me, in this fashion, sees in front of them as my voice stays in a tone like this, and my words encourage my subject to continue on as they are, through for you simply unable to be hypnotized, or lured, then it doesn’t matter does it?”

Her fingers continued to caress the exposed skin of her breasts, moving back and forth behind the pocket watch, and her voice fell into its soft, encouraging patter, making it as warm and as slightly condescending as she could, as she talked over him and powered on.

“Someone like you wouldn’t find themselves breathing a little deeper and slower, relaxing into the sight before them, disarmed by the steady consistence of the watch as it continues to swing, headless of your attention or inattention, continuing onward constant, persistent in its motion, regardless of if you cannot be hypnotized or not, regardless of if you cannot be bothered to fall into trance now, or later, and as you’re sitting there, watching it to no effect at all, hardly seeing it at all, ten it doesn’t matter what you’re seeing or hearing now, it doesn’t matter anymore now that we know you cannot be hypnotized, not you, not by me, like this, by the swing of the pocket watch back and forth in front of your eyes, as you’re hardly even seeing it now, even though you may want to blink. Go ahead and blink your eyes, it couldn’t mean anything, could it?”

Chris had become still, and she had watched him trying to get a word in edgewise, and every time he came close, her pace shifted to stop him.

“Of course not, since you exist now in this moment, separate from what I say and do, separate from the steady swing of the pocket watch back and forth, and you certainly wouldn’t find yourself distracted, disarmed by the constant presence of something appealing to your eye, enticing you to follow that focus, because you’re not being hypnotized no matter how much hypnosis may occur around you. A man like you, you couldn’t possibly find yourself seduced by the certainty of my faith in hypnosis to enthrall, no matter how many times you may find yourself blinking as the watch goes back and forth.”

He shifted again in his seat, this time because it was becoming clear that her soft tone of voice, and the presence of her breasts was causing him a pleasant kind of discomfort in his pants. Being accustomed to listening to lectures as well, her pace and the consistency of her approach triggered that part of his as well.

Andrea watched as his eyes started to blink in time with her pocket watch, swinging and swinging then causing him to blink.

“I think a man like you, who is so accomplished, isn’t accepting of the idea of hypnosis because of the very idea of being a subject, of being subordinate to the hypnotist, though in life you fins yourself subordinate to other all the time. From experience, to authority, to knowledge, you’re comfortable with being subordinate in those ways, but to be a subject, to become hypnotized by someone who is a truly skilled hypnotist, feels different though it is only the same. Being hypnotized, which you’ll never be now, watching, starting, following the watch back and forth, would only be a matter of being subordinate to someone, a hypnotist who is an expert in their craft, and you respect expertise, so you could, in concept accept a hypnotist’s authority, even if they were to change their mind.”

Andrea’s free hand had started to do more than trace a soft finger, she had started to rub, and to pull and tease at her blouse, showing more and more until her bra had been exposed, and now she was pulling at it, teasing at revealing a nipple.

Meanwhile, the beginnings of a tent were forming in his pants, and he seemed both flushed, and like he was slowly turning to putty in the chair. His facial muscles were relaxed, his eyes were heavy, and his breath had become slightly more shallow and even. It looked to Andrea like he wanted to say something, but she’d done such a magnificent job in her assault on him that he was still a few rhetorical questions behind her.

“If a skilled and experienced hypnotist like myself, who knows so much more about the subject of hypnosis than someone like you, were to say that perhaps you couldn’t be hypnotized, to agree with you, it wouldn’t be unreasonable to be able to change your mind, by the realization that their understanding and agreement were only an issue of comfort for you, to help you move to a point where you realized that your natural subordinate nature makes it easy for you to simply fall into deep trance at my hands. Watch the watch Dr. Younger, it’s time for deep trance now and you now it.”

His eyes closed, his head tilted forward, and his shoulders slumped down. Andrea’s nipple was out, and her fingers had been pinching it as she had gone on and on. “Chris, Chris your eyes are closed, your mind is quiet, you are very relaxed and very focused on me now. You feel wonderful in this state of psychological subordination to my knowledge and to my authority, but you never believed this could happen to you, and as you think about that now more and more, you’re starting to realize that it’s ridiculous that you’ve been hypnotized by me. So ridiculous that your pride and your ego need you to wake up right now, knowing that maybe you were hypnotized, but back to doubting that it could, or did truly happen. Wake up Dr. Younger, hypnosis can’t affect you, not in this way, and you know it.”

His eyes opened, and while he started to scowl, his eyes were still drawn to her chest, though she’d moved her blouse back into a more modest, but still remarkably unbuttoned state.

The pocket watch starting to swing in front of her cleavage again, “It seems like you closed your eyes there for a moment, but I doubt that you were anything but bored, anything but distracted by a wandering thought, disinterested by the monotony of the pocket watch, doing nothing, having no possible effect on you, not being able to be hypnotized by anything, no matter how soft, and seductive, no matter how easily it leaves you feeling naturally subordinate, and passive, perhaps even led to a docile state, a serene and compliant mind, that follows along, watching, absorbing, being tempted, intellectually, curiously even, but no, not hypnotized by the watch even as your eyes seem to not be able to stop watching it swinging back and forth, and back and forth over and over. It would be so much easier if you could be hypnotized though, wouldn’t it?”

“But what’s the point of asking that,” her blouse shifted under her touch showing him more again as the pocket watch continued to swing, “we both know that you could never be hypnotized Dr. Younger, not someone who understands the method and the process in the abstract at least, not someone who would not be moved by the constant, almost irresistibly dependable swing of the watch back and forth no matter what their eyes found themselves doing or not doing, staring or not following, moving or not staring, back and forth over and over. No, you could never be hypnotized, no matter how much easier it would be than… say, resisting the urge to let go if you found yourself feeling your eyelids beginning to grow all the heavier with every swing you’re no longer seeing now.”

All the buttons were undone now, and her blouse was open, showing him two very large breasts in a very black, and very frilly bra that her pocket watch continued to swing back and forth in front of, as certain and constant as a heartbeat.

“Unless, it’s dawned on you Dr. Younger how inappropriate it would be not to cooperate, or to have your eyes linger on something else, something not fitting your station and our relationship for you to find yourself staring at, knowing you must be responsible for your own gaze, as you couldn’t possibly be distracted and led any more than you could be entranced and hypnotized. To admit that you were open to the suggestion of something else would mean and admittance that you could find yourself easily entering into a very curated state of heightened focus and suggestibility where your conscious mind would be given permission by me, a superior and an expert hypnotist, to simply shut off and sink down now.”

The watch stopped swinging and his eyes drifted shut.

“I want you to feel the way your mind naturally focuses on the sound of my voice now, feeling the simple pull of conversation, the simple lure of another person speaking to you directly, directly to your subconscious mind even though I know you can still hear and understand, you can still feel a shadow of consciousness informing your actions now, though you may find that the longer you listen, the more I convince you of what you’re already realizing is true, the more natural and easy it will be for you, for your ego and your sense of self, to simply black out, go blank and drift away.”

“Black out Chris, you want to black out and go blank, you want to drift away from the reality of being hypnotized now, by me, powerless to resist, unable to stop yourself, realizing that the inverse of who and what you thought yourself to be was true, and you can just drift away from being aware of that now, go blank, black out, and leave your subconscious mind with me, because what your conscious mind doesn’t understand, your personality and your sense of self will not reflect.”

He was struggling, but she could tell those last few thoughts were working their way into his mind just as she’d thought. To cement these suggestions though, she would have to prove it to him, and Dr. Armstrong knew what her young colleague would respond most favorably to.

“In fact, in just a moment when I tell you to open your eyes, they will open and as they do, your mind will become a blank, amnesic blur of darkness, inaccessible to your conscious mind, incongruous with your memories or your ability to generate and retain information. Your eyes will open and your mind will go blank, your mind will go black, and as you open your eyes you will simply leave yourself behind, an empty, open vessel just for me. Open your eyes now Chris, open your eyes and fall all the way out of yourself now.”

She was standing next to his chair now, leaning down to give him a better view of her breasts, still in their bra but so much closer to his face than they were moments before.

“It’s time for you to fall even deeper into trance now, even deeper into hypnosis for me, and you will fall deeper now with every swing of my pocket watch. Your eyes will find they are magnetized to it, unable to stop from following it as it swings back and forth, back and forth in front of your vision. As it swings and you stare, watching it, you will feel your eyelids starting to grow heavier and heavier, the sight before you will fill your mind, and fill your eyes with hypnotic heaviness, weighing you down, pulling you down into a state of even deeper trance. It is happening, it will continue to happen, and since you are no longer here, since you are gone and only your subconscious remains, you cannot resist this. Now, watch.”

Andrea began to swing the watch in front of her breasts, but in a smaller arc, and as she watched his eyes beginning to flutter, she raised the watch ever so slightly as she leaned in closer and closer until his eyes were practically rolling up into his head and her breasts were almost pressed against his face. Then, as she leaned in just close enough to brush her bra against his face, his eyes closed again, and he sank into the chair like every bone in his body had turned to liquid.

“That’s very good Dr. Younger. I’m so proud of your ability to put aside ego, and listen to my expertise and experience. I’m so proud of your ability to put aside your very sense of self, to leave yourself in this fashion to be open and accepting, to embrace the mindless, emptiness of pure suggestibility, to be a blank slate for me now, submitting to my authority and recognizing my position of power and experience. It feels good to know your place Dr. Younger, it feels good to be a subordinate to me doesn’t it. Open your eyes and fall twice as deep now, open your eyes, look ahead, and fall twice as deep, feeling the pleasure of subordinating your mind to my instruction.”

His eyes opened but there was no one home. His face, which had been sharp with the confidence of intellectual acuity was now soft and smooth, placid and smiling like all the men she entranced.

“I understand your needs Chris, I understand your desires, and I want you to be honest with me. I want you to tell me now, was it my pocket watch or was it my breasts that hypnotized you?”

His lip curled like he was remembering how to speak, and in a very soft very monotone voice he said, ‘Your breasts.”

She let out a well practiced condescending chuckle, “Oh no, you poor confused young man, it was neither. Yes my breasts distracted you, of course they did you’re just a boy really and all boys love my breasts, but it was my voice, it was my words that entranced you and put you in this state. You ought to have known that, and seeing as how you didn’t, I’m certain there are other things you don’t know aren’t there?”

He watched that placid face bunch with confusion and a touch of shame, but his eyes remained on the full and captivating sight of her cleavage just inches from his face.

“You might not even understand that from now on, from this moment on, whenever you see my cleavage it will operate as a catalyst, a silent post hypnotic trigger than will inspire you to be your most obedient, most truly subordinate self with me. The sight of even a hint of cleavage, or the mere shape of my breasts will inspire you to defer to me in all things, as I know so much better than you, and seeing my breasts will remind you of just how much you both don’t know, and how much you know you need to be subordinate to me in all things. Nod as you accept this and understand it.”

She watched as he did.

“Good, that’s very good. I knew you would understand if given the right context. After all, you’re smart in your own way, even if your mind like all male minds is governed by your cock. You’re more than able to learn from my expertise, you’re more than able to succeed with my guidance, and that’s what you want, to be successful here. Your success is dependent on following my instructions, and being truly subordinate to me. Nod as you accept this and understand it.”

Again, his head went up and down, only now the pensive confusion melted away to a more placid and relived look, albeit one still touched with that same slightest hint of shame as his erection continued to mount.

“Now that you understand your place, I want you to close your eyes for me now. Close your eyes, focus on the sound of my voice, and follow my instructions Dr. Younger.”

As his eyes closed, Dr. Armstrong put her pocket watch down, buttoned up her blouse again, save for the top 2 buttons, and returned to her seat. “I want you to listen and follow the sound of my voice now, breathe and feel your body relaxing, feel the arousal and the physical tension of pleasure that you naturally feel when being hypnotized by me, that you feel when finding yourself in a subordinate position to me, feel that tension fading as you breathe in and out, becoming flaccid and relaxed now. It’s very natural for your male mind, simple as it is, to rightly and easily respond to my hypnosis and my authority in a sexual and erotic manner, you are male, you cannot help it, and just as it comes over you, to too does it fade away at my instruction, breathing in and out, inhaling relaxation, exhaling sexual tension, until your body is as flaccid as your mind now.”

She watched him taking progressively deeper, slower breaths as the tent in his pants started to collapse. “That’s right, you’re so naturally responsive to my expertise and my authority, so naturally and automatically prone to following my instruction as you listen to my voice. Hear my words not, hear my voice and follow it back into yourself and back into the mind and focused sense of self that defines you, leaving what you don’t remember, what did not happen to that you, behind.”

His whole body was at rest, and she could see in the flicker of movement behind his eyelids that he was reconciling everything she had said, and following her suggestions.

“And as you take your next three breaths, each on will ground what has happened both in your subconscious and out of the scope of your conscious memories and recollection. When you take your third breath, your eyes will open and you will return to the moment before you found yourself compelled into trance.”

She watched with a smile on her face as the handsome confident features of Dr. Younger’s face returned. She smiled as his eyes opened, crisp and clear, mind focused in denial of the fog and disassociation that can come after leaving trance.

“In my experience Chris,” she sat with her shoulders back and her chest out, “that certain minds, that come from certain fields and disciplines simply don’t have time for the idea of, and value of hypnosis, and I respect that. I know you’ll do well, as you’re clearly a sharp and attentive mind, but I do wonder if there is something else to your biases.”

Dr. Younger’s eyes had moved from hers, down to her breasts, and they lingered there as a reflexive look of confusion washed over his face. It passed as he looked back up into her eyes, but no matter how long he seemed to try and keep eye contact, she watched as his gaze inevitably fell to her chest.

“For some, the idea of hypnosis, even to a mind well versed in its realities, holds a certain emotional hesitancy, a natural concern about being open, or a concern about perhaps delighting in the process. And, wouldn’t it be wise fro someone in your position to open themselves up to a better understanding of their own biases, and their own doubts? Wouldn’t it simply be practical and valuable to you to allow me to introduce you to hypnosis in a more full and appreciable manner than whatever undergrad survey experience you had?”

This was the moment, the test where Dr. Armstrong would see how compliant and pliable he was.

Dr. Younger’s eye were fixed on her breasts. More so, their shape under her blouse, as very little skin was exposed, and his eyes had gone soft, the confidence and certainty that he came into her office with had receded again as she started to instruct him.

“That,” he blinked and she could almost hear the conversation he was having with himself, “that would actually make a lot of sense.”

“I know it would,” Andrea stood up and stood in front of his chair with her picket watch in hand, “and as we are both in agreement, I would like you to watch the watch now, to simply focus on the motion as it swing back and forth, and allow yourself to relax and breathe deep and easy now.”

There was a flicker of defiance, or at least of prideful stubbornness, but as the watch started to swing just in front of her breasts, the fight started leak out of him and the brief moment of tension and strain in his face faded as quickly as it came.

“No, Chris, don’t move your head, just your eyes. Watch and listen, watch and relax, watch and breathe, and very soon your eyelids will begin to grow heavier and heavier as the watch swing back and forth, yes, back and forth in this constant, easy, persistent manner. It may even begin to feel familiar to you, like the simple act of watching something so consistent, and so incessant is creating a veritable sense of déjà vu in your mind. It can become a comforting sensation too, coming from how natural and easy it is to become so focused and so relaxed, listening to me, knowing I know exactly what I am doing, and knowing that you are open and receptive, ready to learn to experience hypnosis with me now.”

His eyelids were blinking down, his breathing was slowing, and there was some slight shifting in his seat.

“Your eyes are heavy, tired and heavy, and the next time you fins yourself blinking, your eyes will simply find themselves closing and not wanting to open. As your eyelids close they can and will become stuck shut, easily showing yourself how receptive you are, and showing me how cooperate and committed you are feeling in this process.”

His eyes were closed before she finished her thought.

“That is very good Chris, you’re doing so well now, so very well, and whatever you are feeling as things begin to fade away, as the volume and speed of your thoughts dims down and slows down, whatever physical responses you are having to this moment are perfectly natural, and only serve to increase the speed and depth that you will continue to sink for me now.”

Andrea unbuttoned another button, allowing a real view of her cleavage to emerge.

“In just a moment, when I snap my fingers, you will find yourself coming up out of trance, waking quickly and easily, your mind clear and focused, and you can accept this and show me you understand just by waking up now.”

Her fingers snapped, his eyes opened, and before he could respond the watch started swinging in front of her breasts again, “Now watch the watch, just like before, back and forth, watching it swing and feeling your eyes falling so quickly and easily into its pattern. When you rise from trance, you become twice as receptive to falling twice as deep, twice as quickly as before if your hypnotist chooses to re-induce the trance state. This is a process called fractionation and right now, as you watch the watch, back and forth, incessantly captivating your focus, you can already feel your eyes starting to close again, though you may fee the urge to keep them open now.”

He was still shifting slightly in his seat, and Dr. Armstrong couldn’t help but smile as his cheeks became slightly flushed the longer he watched the watch, but really only saw the shape of her breasts.

“Focus on trying not to close your eyes now, focus on resisting the urge to let them shut, knowing that everything you are feeling physically and mentally is natural and good, naturally responding to the process of entering deep trance for me now, feeling the effects of being hypnotized by me and how that inspire your mind and body to react and feel. Just focus on not letting your heavy eyes close as the watch continues to swing. Just focus on how impossible it feels to keep them open any longer, until no matter how much you want to keep watching, no matter how much you want to keep staring they just have to close down so you can sink.”

She snapper her fingers again as she said sink and his eyes shut.

“That’s right, responding so easily, so naturally, feeling your eyes close and remain shut, feeling your mind slow down into a sense of mute silence and calm, passive, docile, and perfectly silent. So focused on the sound of my voice now, feeling so relaxed and open that you can’t even imagine opening your eyes again, but you know you will when I snap my fingers.”

She undid another button and opened her blouse wider, then snapped her fingers. This time she held the pocket watch so it danged down, almost touching the tops of her mostly exposed breasts, and started to spin it.

“Your eyes are instantly and automatically drawn to the watch, and as it spins, each rotation is wiping away a moment of wakefulness and awareness, each spin, each rotation is stripping down a layer of consciousness, until your mind simply goes blank and empty as your eyes remain open while you fall into an even deeper trance than before, eyes open and mind blank now, staring, thoughtless, mindless, and open to the sound of my voice and my suggestions.”

Dr. Younger sat there and felt exactly as she described him to be. He was staring at her breasts, his cock had returned to life, and his body was perfectly still.

“That’s very good Chris. It’s very easy for you to become hypnotized by me, and based on your erection, you must naturally find the thought of hypnosis very erotic. You must find the thought of me hypnotizing you to be a very sensual one, a naturally arousing and compelling desire you never realized you had before. In fact, the thought of being hypnotized by me, of being put into trance by me, now that you’ve had that thought and experienced it, will become a compulsion for you. Even as your male gaze, glassy and empty as it is, is fixed on my breasts, as it naturally wants to be, the thought of being entranced, of being hypnotized by me is becoming an overpowering sexual desire, and the more overpowering it becomes, the more subordinate and complaint with all of my instructions and desires you will become.”

His color became darker, his erection became stronger, and he was on the edge of beginning to drool.

“And you will not only crave the arousal of being hypnotized by me, not only will you come to my office once a week for me to specifically put you in trance, but failure to be hypnotized by me at least once a week will cause your cock, you simple male organ, to cease functioning. If you are not hypnotized by me at least once a week your cock will simply not work. This is because, as you will soon discover, true sexuality for you will become hypnosis based. True sexuality for you will become predicated on my ability to hypnotize you for any purpose and any reason, and as you become more exposed to my hypnosis week by week this will all come together in the most natural and organic progression.”

His breathing was a little faster, there was little more light in his eyes, but the sight of her cleavage and the smooth, even, matter of fact tone of her voice, one that was soothing and sweet even in its more stern commands, kept him as docile as she wanted him.

“Now, as you’ve been such a wonderful subject, and you’re flattering me quite a bit with your cock, even though it is just an uncontrollable male urge to become aroused at the sight of breasts, though we both know you’re truly aroused by my knowledge, skill, and ability to entrance you, you’re going to learn one of your new subordinate roles in our relationship. Stand up, strip naked, and kneel down.”

He didn’t move, instead he blinked.

Her blouse opened wider as one more button came undone, “Look here, remember your place, stand up, strip naked, and kneel down. Start by standing, look here and stand.”

Her voice was soft and overwhelmingly authoritative, and slowly Dr. Younger rose to his feet.

“Good. You’re showing improvement. Now,” another button came undone and her breasts, still in their black bra were on full display, “strip naked and kneel down for me.”

With ever article of clothing he was surprisingly hesitant to remove, she cooed encouragement and congratulations at him, “You’re doing so well, you’ve come so far, you’re such a wonderful aroused and compliant subject. It feels good to follow, it feels right to obey someone who knows so much more than you, a woman who understands your male mind and all its shortcomings and needs.”

Eventually he was naked and on his knees, his eyes drawn up to her breasts, hints of conflict etched across his other mostly blank face.

She unzipped her leather skirt, but kept it around her waist, then took a quick moment to rub herself over her matching black panties before removing them and blacking their crotch over his nose.

“Breathe in my scent, breathe in my arousal, knowing that your submission to my hypnosis, your obedience to my authority arouses me, and seeing you naked and on your knees is making me so wet. Dr. Younger, your subservience and compliance is making my pussy quite messy.”

She put one leg over his shoulder and ground her crotch into his face, “Lick it up, lick up my messy slit.”

He did, and to Dr. Andrea Armstrong, the pleasure came less from his clumsy untrained tongue, and more for the way she had broken him down and would continue to do so. The good news for her pending orgasm was that she wouldn’t need him to do anything else shortly, other than lie on his back and not cum until he was told.

That was usually manageable, but not every cock was as readily obedient as the mind it was attached to.

“You’re going to have to learn the right way to clean me, the right way to serve me, but for now,” after one last grind she put her leg down, “lie back and look up at my breasts, only my breasts.”

She slid onto him, still dressed for the most part, and as soon as she took him inside her, she felt his back arch and his body quiver on the electric edge of orgasm.

“You will not cum until you see my bare breasts. Chris, you young, foolish boy, you will not be able to cum until you see my naked breasts. Your male mind and body are under my authority, your weak, horny, base desires are nothing compared to me, and you know this. You thought my breasts hypnotized you and you’re a doctor of psychology, you know next to nothing compared to me, and now you know, because I’m telling you, that you are not, will not, and simply don’t know how to cum until I show you my naked breasts as a reminder of your place as my subordinate in every way.”

It was working.

She was still essentially cooing in his ear, but now from above him. She waited until his breathing slowed and his body loosened before she started to gyrate on him with one hand under the folds of her skirt.

“Watch my breasts, stare at them and remember what it means to see them. Remember that my breasts are an visual trigger to remind you of your place in our relationship, and what you must do for me. Always supplicate, always agree, always follow my lead and obey. You’re a silly, horny, empty headed male, and your place is beneath me, under my control in every way.”

Her pleasure was mounting, and she looked down at his glassy eyes and placid face that was starting to grow tight with a return of pent up arousal and need for release.

“You like this, you like finally knowing you place.”

She bit her lip and gasped out a slow, lingering orgasm of her own.

“You need hypnosis to remind you, to correct you, and to define you. You need my hypnosis to allow your cock to function. You need to be hypnotized to cure your ignorance and enlighten you. You need to be hypnotized by me, because nothing is more arousing, nothing is more erotic, nothing is more meaningful.”

Those words escaped her lips over and over in between waves of mind numbing pleasure. She was fucking herself silly on him, only because she was breaking his pride, and destroying his ego the longer she went. Every moment was the start of unmaking him from the subconscious up, and she would use all her power in every way possible to turn him into what she wanted him to be.

Her hands moved to her bra, and slowly, with wicked delight, she slid off of him and took a step back. Her hands pulled the cups down, and like clockwork her exposed nipples caused him to shoot his load up and all over his stomach and his chest, with her panties still on his head and covering his nose.

Andrea bent down, puller her panties off of him, and dropped a handkerchief on his chest, “Wipe yourself off, throw that in the garbage, put your clothes back on, and sit back down in the chair.”

Now he moved with robotic obedience and didn’t have to be told more than once. She slid her panties back on, zipped her skirt up, put her bra back in place, then buttoned all but three buttons up, and pulled her chair next to his.

“In just a moment I am going to snap my fingers, and when I do you will find yourself waking from trance, feeling warm, positive, optimistic, and filled with a sense of lightness and energy that you understand comes from the restful and rejuvenating experience of deep trance. Everything that has happened in trance will remain outside the scope of your conscious memories and a permanent facet of your subconscious mind. You know this and you understand this, and as I snap my fingers and your eyes open it will simply happen to be true, and just simply happen regardless of you.”

Her fingers snapped and his eyes opened.

He smiled, stretched and was a little surprised at how close she was to him. He looked at her, made eye contact for the briefest of moments before his vision started to sink down to her breasts.

“Dr. Younger, you just had a very positive and affirming experience with hypnosis, and I think it would benefit us both for you to have a weekly session with me, if only to expand your understanding and help you as a professor here.”

“I would love that.” His voice was warm and humble. His eyes were fixed on the curve of her breasts and the depth of her cleavage. He leaned in closer to her, like she was magnetic.

“Wonder. Why don’t you stop by my office hours tomorrow and we can schedule a time.”

That night Chris found himself furiously masturbating to the thought of a golden pocket watch swinging back and forth in front of Dr. Armstrong’s remarkable breasts.