Thanks for coming over Heather. It’s been too long since we caught up. Here I’ll make you some tea as I tell you about this patient I had awhile ago.
Each session with him started the same way.
“I’m not a hypnotherapist,” I clarified again. Every damn session I had to point out to this weirdo that I was a psychologist and not a hypnotist. He’d start each session by sitting in a chair and saying something about it being time to go into trance or be hypnotized. In all honestly I’d stopped paying attention, it was clearly a weird kink he had.
I don’t mean to kink shame, if you like hypnosis that’s your thing. But every week he’d do the same routine, then grin when I corrected him just like he was doing then. A wide smirk like the cat that ate the canary.
“We’re here because the court mandated that you see me in order to judge if you’re ready for release. Clearly you have some lingering sexual issues around women, and frankly starting each session this way just raises more concerns,” I said.
He grinned, seemingly suppressing a laugh when I said the word ‘raises’. He was a weird one. He’d kidnapped a woman and seemed to be trying to brainwash her through sleep deprivation and other forums of rudimentary psychological manipulation. The judge had ended up having pity on him, convinced that he had been suffering some kind of mental breakdown. That meant five years and now possibly patrol.
If I signed off on it, if I figured that he was healthy enough. Nothing I had seen had shown me that he had made any improvements. If anything he was more twisted than when he went under, always talking about how he was learning to control minds and begging me to hypnotize him.
“Will you admit you can’t control minds, or hypnotize anyone?” I asked.
He giggled, “Tsk tsk dear. That’s not how this works.”
I gritted my teeth, tempted to call in one of the guards to escort him out of the office and back to his cell. I could have a private practice, deal with depressed housewives and make real money. Instead I was putting up with this nonsense.
“Alright, I’m going to deny your release. I’m going to make it very clear that you’ve not progressed at all during your five years here,” I said, finally at my breaking point.
“Oh on the contrary, I’ve become so much better. Notice your hand dear doctor. Drifting up, just like it’s trained to, emptying your mind just like I taught it to.”
I glanced over, noticing that my hand was rising. I looked at it, confused, and then felt a relaxed wave wash over me. My mind recalled how each session had started with him talking about hypnosis. How at first it had been annoying, and then compelling. How each time I had gone deeper for him, and obeyed better.
I felt myself smile as I began to undress. I wanted to be naked for my master, and to sign him out and ensure he was allowed to go home free from this unfair imprisonment. I’d already prepared my apartment for him. He’d have the mater bedroom. I’d sleep on the foot of his bed.
Naked my hand floated again as my mind went blank. I knew only that my Master would guide me, tell me just how I could help him.
Did you like you tea? It’s nice isn’t it? Master told me the ingredients. It’s helping you relax, so that when he gets home you’ll be ready for him. Nice and open to his words. That makes it so much quicker.