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Part 8.
Saturday mornings, don’t you just love ‘em? Especially when you’ve got a little toy like Sally to play with! As soon as I woke I put Sally under. Time to start on the next phase for Sally!
“Sally, you’re still very shy about your body, aren’t you?”
“Yes. You’re the only person I could imagine being comfortable with.”
“And what about the idea of other men looking at you? How do you feel about that?”
“I hate the idea. It makes my skin crawl to think of a man looking at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like I’m just a piece of meat.” She shuddered involuntarily.
“Sally, I want you to accept that it is a man’s right to look at a woman, any woman. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“You may not like it, but any man is entitled to look at you and assess your body. You are in no position to object, but it will make you feel very uncomfortable, understand?”
“Yes.”
“From now on you will think that every man you encounter is looking at you, imagining you naked, trying to catch a glimpse up your skirt or down your blouse. If you are wearing jeans and T-shirt, you will imagine that he is looking at the shape of your bottom, the size of your breasts, trying to imagine what kind of underwear you have on. You will hate the feeling of being scrutinised in this way. But there is nothing you can do about it. It is his right to look at you in this way, understand?”
“Yes.”
“You will believe that it is your duty to make yourself presentable at all times. No long skirts and baggy tops, you will have to dress in such a way so that any man looking at you can get a good idea of what your body is like, understand?”
“Yes.”
“When I wake you, you will go downstairs and make breakfast. As you do so you will remember how sexy you felt last night after I’d gone to bed. You will want to undress for me, imagining that I am the man at the airport. You will want to please me in any way you can, and you will also want me to have anal sex with you, understand?”
“Yes.”
“You will be scared to admit this in case I think you’re dirty, but you will need to do it. You will be desperate for me to have anal sex with you, it will seem like the most erotic thing in the world, and nothing else will do. But still there will be some doubt in your mind. What if I refuse, what if I think you’ve gone too far? You’ll have to beg me Sally, beg me and apologise for being so rude. Beg me to forgive you, and beg me to have anal sex with you, understand?”
“Yes.”
“You will find the idea of me pushing my cock into your bottom fantastically exciting and erotic. Just the thought of it is enough to turn you on. You will want to play with your pussy as you imagine me doing it to you. If I do have anal sex with you, you will orgasm as I penetrate you, and then when I come inside you, you will come again, and it will be a huge, intense orgasm. Understand?”
“Yes.”
I counted her awake. She turned to me and smiled a loving smile. “Good morning my lover! Would you like some breakfast?”
“That sounds good. What’s on the menu?”
“How about coffee and toast to start with?”
“Sounds good to me.”
Sally gave me a quick kiss and got out of bed. As she did so the marks from last night’s fun were still very visible across the firm cheeks of her arse. She pulled on a bathrobe and padded off downstairs. I lay back and waited patiently.
About ten minutes later she re-appeared, carrying a tray with coffee, toast and accompaniments. She placed the tray on the bed between us, then dropped her robe and slipped into bed. She poured me a cup of coffee and handed it to me, as she did so I caught the look of pure lust in her eyes.
“You ok, love?” I asked sweetly.
“I’m fine, just fine. Finish your breakfast, my love, I have an idea of how we could pass the time.” She grinned.
“Oh yes? And what might that be?”
“Can’t you guess?” She purred.
I put my cup and plate to one side, shifted the tray onto the floor and pulled her to me. She was on fire! She pressed her lips onto mine, her tongue darting between my lips. Her hands caressed my chest then she reached for my groin. She began to stroke my cock with long, firm strokes, purring to herself as she did so. She wriggled on top of me, pushing her tits into my chest, grinding her pelvis into mine, covering my face and neck with hot kisses, all the time whispering in my ear. “Oh God, oh my love, oh Steve, oh I want you so badly my darling.”
She writhed around on top of me for a time, then wriggled down my body until she was able to slip her hot lips over my cock. She sucked and licked with a heated enthusiasm, and when I coaxed her body ‘round into a sixty-nine position she shuddered with pleasure at just the feeling of my hot breath on her cunt. I ran my tongue along her slit and felt her groan as she continued to suck my cock and stroke my balls.
I stabbed my tongue into her hot slit and she gasped and thrust her hips down onto my face. I ran a finger over her anus, pushing gently against her sphincter. For a moment she stopped sucking and let out a low, guttural groan.
I craned my neck and managed to flick my tongue over her tight little arse. She whimpered and groaned in response. As I found her clit and began to lick at it, I slipped a finger up her hot, wet cunt and began to circle ‘round her anus with another. Her body went completely rigid as the waves of pleasure washed over her. I continued this for a few moments, and then she had turned and was once again planting feverish kisses on my neck.
“Steve, oh Steve, oh my God.” She panted. “Oh my darling, I need to ask you something. Oh my God!”
“Anything, love, what is it?”
“Oh my darling, you’re going to think me an awful slut, but I can’t help it, please Steve, please don’t be cross with me, I beg you.”
“I won’t be cross with you love, what is it you want to ask me?”
She buried her face in my neck, her breath coming in rapid pants and gasps. “Steve, I want you to make love to me.”
“Sure babe.” I grinned. Here it came!
“Oh my darling, there’s something I need you to do, I’m so sorry my darling, but I want it so bad, want you so bad, please Steve.”
“What is it, my love?”
Her voice dropped to barely a whisper. She placed her lips as close to my ear as she could, then muttered, “Steve, I want you to put it in my bottom.”
“You want me to do what?”
“Oh please Steve. Please. I’m begging you. I just need you to do it to me that way,
don’t ask why, I can’t explain it.
Please don’t think badly of me Steve, please, I beg you. Only please do it to me that way, Steve,
please. Please!”
She had reached down and grabbed hold of my cock. Then she was wanking it again, gripping it tightly, rubbing her thigh against it.
“We’ll need some lubricant.” I said.
“There’s Vaseline in the bathroom. I’ll go and get it.” She said hurriedly.
I had other ideas. I reached out to the side of the bed and retrieved the butter from the breakfast tray. Sally shuddered, her eyes widening with shock and lust. I scooped out some and began to smear it along my shaft. She groaned and joined in, digging her fingers into the spread and rubbing it along my cock. I made her turn around and bend over, then began to apply it liberally to her arse. She shuddered again as she felt my slippery fingers penetrate her back door.
As soon as she felt the tip of my cock nudge her anus she began to shake, her body trembling with pleasure. I grabbed hold of her hips and slowly pushed into her, feeling her sphincter relax as I did so.
She thrust a hand between her legs and began to frantically play with her cunt. Then as my cock pushed deeper into her arse she came. Her breath caught in her throat and then she let it escape in a deep moan as her climax tore through her. Her entire body contracted repeatedly in spasm and she drove her hips back onto me, impaling her arse deeply on my cock.
I started to fuck her with long, deep strokes, enjoying the tightness and warmth of her arse. She reached between her legs again with both hands and began to stroke my balls with one whilst playing with her pussy with the other.
I caught a glimpse of her face, contorted with pleasure, eyes closed. Occasionally she would lick her lips, a faint smile playing across her face.
“Oh God, Steve, isn’t this fantastic? Oh God, I never thought anything could be so fucking marvellous. Oh God, it’s wonderful! Oh Jesus Christ Steve I love you.”
I increased my speed as I felt my own orgasm approaching. She felt me stiffen inside her.
“Oh God, yes, yes! Oh yes. Oh come in me Steve, oh please Steve, my darling, oh my love, oh please Steve, oh yes, yes, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
I started to shoot my load deep into her bowels and she wailed as a powerful orgasm swept over her. I felt her sphincter grip my cock tightly as I drove into her as deeply as possible. As her orgasm intensified she collapsed forward onto the bed and I fell with her, my whole body weight now forcing my cock up her arse. Her body went completely rigid, her hands clutching at the bed sheet as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her.
Finally, my climax subsided and I rolled off her, lying on the bed in exhausted bliss. Sally continued to lay face down on the bed, her face turned away from me. After a few moments she spoke.
“Steve?”
“Mmmm?”
“Steve was that ok? Have I gone too far? I have, haven’t I? I’ve lost it completely, you think I’m a dirty little slut, don’t you? I don’t blame you really, what kind of a woman begs her lover to do that? Can you forgive me Steve?”
I almost started to laugh. Instead I reached out and ran my hand down her back, caressing the smooth skin.
“It was great. I love it when you suggest new things, you know that, although I never expected you to ask for that, I admit. What brought that on?”
She twisted ‘round quickly, looking at me with excited eyes, hardly believing what she was hearing. “You mean it? You don’t think I’m dirty? You actually liked it?”
“Sure I liked it, and no, I don’t think you’re dirty. Well, not in a bad way, anyway!” I grinned at her and winked.
She flung herself into my arms and kissed
me. “Oh God, Steve, I don’t know where I
got the idea from, but I just imagined you doing that to me, and it was so
sexy, and such a turn on that the more I thought about it the more desperate I
became to do it. And then you were in me, and it felt so good! I never dreamed it
could be that good. I came straight
away, you know. Christ! It was
wonderful, and then you came in me and I came again, and it was just fantastic!”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it. I certainly did. Would you like to do it again like that sometime?”
“Oh Christ yes, oh God Steve, you have to do it to me again like that. You just have to!”
“You really do like it up the Hershey highway then?!”
“The Hershey…? Oh my God! Oh that’s the rudest thing I’ve ever heard!” She gasped, and then collapsed in a fit of shocked giggles. When she had recovered she slid over to me, draping her body around mine.
“Did you really enjoy doing it that way?” She asked, a nervous tone in her voice, “You’re not just saying that to make me feel better?”
“Sure I enjoyed it. I’d love to give it to you up the arse again. Any time you like.”
She began to giggle again, “God, you are rude!”
“Me? You’re the one who wants to be buggered!”
“Steve! Please!”
“Well what would you call it then?”
“I suppose if we have to call it anything it could be ‘bottom sex’, or ‘in my bottom’.”
“Sounds too childish to me. I’d love to hear you say, ‘Steve, give it to me up the shitter!’ Why don’t you try that?”
She began to laugh again, “How about ‘the back way’?”
“Up the shitter!”
“No!” She laughed, “I couldn’t say anything that crude, and you know it!”
“Well, if you want it that way again, you’re going to have to ask for it properly. If you won’t call it your shitter, why not say you want it up the arse?”
More guffaws.
“I’m serious. If you want it up the arse, you’re going to have to ask for it that way. Any of this ‘back door’ or ‘bottom sex’ and I won’t give it to you.”
“And would that turn you on? If I begged you to do it to me that way, er, I mean, if I were to use some really rude words, be really crude about it, would that be good for you?”
“The cruder the better.”
She took a deep breath. “Is that truly what you want?”
“Yes.” I grinned at her.
She blushed at the thought of what she was about to do, then blurted out, “In that case; Steve, from now on I don’t want it up my pussy, I only want it up my arse!” She dissolved in a mass of shocked giggles, her face blushing deeply.
“Really?”
“Oh God, yes! That was so good that I only want it that way in future. Of course, you can have me any way you want, my darling, but in future, I want you to fuck me up the arse as much as you like. Is that ok?”
She looked shocked at her own words. I was hugely amused that I could prompt her to say such rude things.
“Well why don’t you go down on me and see if you can’t coax me into filling your tight little arse-hole again?”
“But, but you haven’t washed it.”
“I know. Suck it anyway.”
She looked reluctant, but still started to shift lower in the bed. She looked at my cock, examining it closely before licking my glans gingerly. With increasing enthusiasm she licked at my shaft, encouraged as it started to stiffen, then she took the head into her mouth and began to suck in earnest.
After a few minutes I was stiff again and ready for action. She grinned at me and reached for the butter. This time I let her do all the work. Watching as she smeared the butter on my shaft, then rubbing it into her arse. She blushed again as I watched her slip first one, and then a second buttery finger up her arse, then she turned and presented her pretty bottom for my pleasure.
“Come on then my darling.” She purred, “Come and bury your nice, hard cock up my arse. Fuck me up the shitter! Come on, do it to me, make me come again, please Steve. I’m begging you for it, please fuck me up the arse.”
I was happy to oblige, stabbing my cock roughly into her bowels, relishing her gasps and groans, watching her fingers frantically playing with her pussy. In no time at all I was building to another climax, but this time she beat me to it, her orgasm making her body go rigid again, her ring-piece gripping my shaft, bringing me off. As I dumped another load up her arse she shuddered and gasped “Oh yes. Oh fantastic!”
We lay together in silence for several minutes, gasping for breath. It had been good for both of us and I was happy to just lie there, enjoying the ease with which I could programme her now.
After a while she turned to me, a shy smile on her face. “I think I need a shower now.” She grinned. “What shall we do afterwards?”
“Let me have a think. Go and have your shower.”
She climbed out of bed and I watched her cane-striped arse as it swayed gently towards the bathroom. I pulled on a bathrobe and made my way downstairs to make more coffee. I glanced out of the kitchen window and saw her neighbour, Richard, busy in his garden. I knew Sally had a particular dislike for Richard and a sly grin spread over my face as an idea formed.
I’d never even met Richard, and I knew virtually nothing about him. I knew he lived next door to Sally, and because of the set up of the houses where she lived he was the only neighbour whose garden overlooked hers. I also knew he was married and had a couple of kids living with him, a boy and a girl, but I’d never paid any attention to him before. I decided to put that right!
Sally bounded down the stairs a few minutes later wearing a pale blue T-shirt and jeans. I could see she wasn’t wearing a bra, and the jeans showed off her shapely arse beautifully. She greeted me with a passionate kiss and helped herself to coffee.
“So, what are we going to do today?”
“Well, this may seem really boring to you Sal, but I’d really like to spend some time working in the garden. How do you feel about that?”
“Great! I love it when we do things together.”
“Oh so do I, my love, so do I!”
“Not that sort of thing, you sex maniac! I meant doing things around the house together.”
“Like gardening?”
“Yes, like gardening. When do you want to start?”
“I’ll just go and have a shower, then we can get on.”
I made my way to the bathroom and immersed myself in the hot water. Afterwards I dressed in T-shirt and jeans and went to join Sally downstairs. As I had hoped, Richard was still working in his garden as we made our way to the shed. Sally did her best to ignore him, but she was forced to acknowledge him when he called over, “Morning Sally. How are you today?”
“Fine, thank you Richard.” She replied simply.
He turned to me and held out his hand, “Richard Simpson, nice to meet you. You must be Sally’s new man.”
I shook his hand, “Yes, that’s right, Steve Waters, nice to meet you too.”
“What kind of business you in?”
“Well, two sorts really, I work with Sally most of the time, but I’m also about to start doing hypnotherapy at the new family medical centre. How about you?”
“I work for the local council, I’m responsible for road repairs. You do hypnotherapy, you say? Does that actually work?”
“Well, it depends what the problem is, of course, but it can help with many things, yes.”
“Like what?”
“Well, like insomnia, stress, weight loss, giving up smoking, that sort of thing. It doesn’t always work, and it doesn’t work on everyone, but it does help many people.”
“Could it help me, do you think?”
“What’s the problem?”
He looked uncomfortable. He glanced across to check that Sally wasn’t listening, then drew closer. “Flying mate. Donna, my wife, has booked us on a flight to Spain in a fortnight. Trouble is, I can’t stand flying. I get seriously stressed at just the thought of going on one of those bloody things. I’ve tried telling her, but she thinks I’m making excuses to get out of spending money! What do you think, would it work on me?”
“Don’t see why not. You’re just suffering from stress and anxiety, that’s all. I can work with you to develop a means of coping with it. I have to warn you though, you’re unlikely ever to want to join the airforce!”
He laughed, “That’s fine by me. When can we do it?”
“We can make a start now, if you like.”
“How much does it cost?”
“Fifty quid per session.”
“Shit! Not cheap then. How many sessions do you think I need?”
“Oh, one or two should do it. Three at most. Have a think about it and let me know what you want to do.”
“No, that’s fine, Steve. Donna and the kids are out for the morning, why don’t you come over now and we can make a start? After all, I can’t live with this bloody stress much longer.”
“Ok Richard, I’ll be there in a couple of minutes, I just need to have a quick word with Sally – don’t worry, I won’t tell her anything.”
He shuffled back to his house. I told Sally I’d be back later and left her to it. I knocked on the door and Richard answered at once. He was a big bear of a man, over six feet tall with a big, powerful frame. He was in his late forties and had started to spread around the waist. His dark brown hair was cut very short. I looked around the house. All very predictable. Comfortable. Boring.
The room was dominated by a large family photograph of Richard with a woman, a girl and a young boy. He saw me looking at it.
“That’s Donna, my wife, Hannah my daughter, she’s sixteen and Edward, my boy, he’s fifteen.”
“Your wife doesn’t look old enough to have a sixteen year old daughter, mate.”
“She isn’t. Donna’s my second wife, the kids’ mother, Liz, died some years ago.”
“I’m sorry. You and Donna been married long?”
“Three years. She’s a good girl, but Christ can she nag!”
We both laughed. I glanced at the photo again. Donna looked to be in her mid to late twenties. Her face was plain and round and her hair was the sort of blonde which only comes out of a bottle. She wore too much make-up and was obviously fond of jewellery as she wore large, sparkly earrings, gaudy necklaces and rings on each finger. In short, she looked cheap! I could see why Richard had gone for her though, as she had large, firm looking tits which more than filled the low-cut top she was wearing.
Hannah was quite a pretty thing. A natural blonde it seemed, with a happy smile and quite a good body. Edward was a gangly teenager, almost as tall as his father with scruffy clothes and untidy brown hair. They were all grinning inanely at the camera.
I went through the procedure with Richard, then put him under. I gave him his keyword and told him how he would go deeply unconscious as soon as he heard me say it. As I had done with Sally that first time I left him unconscious and had a look around.
Upstairs I found the main bedroom. A quick search and I’d found Donnas knickers, mainly thongs, many with rhinestones and other glittery adornments, plus a couple of pairs of satin French knickers and several bras, all labelled ‘36DD’. At the bottom of her knicker drawer I also found two vibrators, one black, the other a vivid shade of pink. There were two large jewellery boxes on the dressing table, both filled with cheap costume crap. The wardrobes were full of brightly coloured tops, most with plunging necklines, designer jeans and lycra leggings, plus the inevitable collection of white stilettos. Not a woman of taste!
Hannah’s room was not dissimilar to Helen’s. She had a collection of brightly coloured knickers with slogans on them such as ‘foxy lady’ or ‘too hot to handle’. At the bottom of her underwear drawer I found her diary. I would have loved to have read it, but knew I didn’t have the time. I made a note of where she kept it and promised myself I’d return. She was also equipped with 34C bras. Normal teenager clothes, T-shirts, jeans, trainers, nothing fancy.
I had a quick look through Edward’s room. The usual mess expected from a fifteen-year-old. A quick check under the mattress revealed his porn collection. He obviously liked women with big tits! I wondered if he lusted after his step-mother.
I went back down to where Richard was still sleeping. I gave him some mental techniques for combating stress, then decided to have a bit of fun with him.
“Richard, whenever you feel anxious about flying you will use the techniques I have given you, and you will feel calmer at once. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Richard, I want you to trust me. You can trust me completely, and you will feel as if you have known me for years, Understand?”
“Yes.”
“You will ask to see me again, as soon as possible. You will feel you need me to relax you some more, yes?”
“Yes.”
“Richard, whenever I ask you a question you will answer me truthfully at all times. You won’t conceal anything from me because I am your friend, and you can trust me completely. Understand?”
“Yes.”
“Richard when was the last time you and Donna made love?”
“I can’t remember exactly, it was a few weeks ago, I know.”
“Why so long?”
“It’s Donna. She wants to have a kid. I don’t want any more at my age, so she won’t let me have any. She says if it’s not for getting babies there’s no point.”
“How old are you, Richard?”
“I’m forty one. I don’t want any more kids.”
“So do you masturbate a lot?”
“Every day.”
“What do you think off when you masturbate?”
“I think of Sally.”
“You like her?”
“Yes, I always have. I think of how she would look naked. Of how her tits would feel, how her cunt would feel, how it would smell, how it would taste.”
“You’d like to fuck her?”
He groaned, “Oh shit yes!”
I grinned.
“Richard, over the next few days you will start to think of me as your best friend. You will trust me, and any suggestion I make to you while you are sleeping will seem perfectly reasonable and sensible. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“When I wake you, you will feel refreshed and your anxiety about flying will seem to be greatly reduced. You will feel as if you have had a really good night’s sleep, do you understand?”
“Yes.”
On an impulse I said, “You will be so impressed at how good you feel that you will tell Donna, Hannah and Edward all about it. You will suggest that I could help them with any help they may need, yes?”
“Yes.”
I counted him awake, then sat back and watched as he sat up, blinking.
“You ok?” I asked.
He rubbed his eyes, “Oh better than ok! Bloody hell, I feel wonderful, just bloody wonderful. Christ! How do you do that?”
“Trade secrets mate, if I told you that, I’d have to kill you! How do you feel about the idea of getting on a plane now?”
“Well, I can’t say I’m looking forward to it, but I don’t have that sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach that I usually have. Am I cured then?”
“Well, see how you feel over the next few days. If you want another session or two just let me know.”
We shook hands and I went back to the
garden where Sally looked less than pleased as Richard and I shared a dirty
joke. After he had moved away she
dragged me over to the shed, well out of ear shot and hissed, “What the hell
are you doing with him?”
“Well, he asked if I could help him with a problem he’s having, and I am.”
“What problem?”
“I can’t tell you that, Sal. Patient confidentiality.”
“Patient? You mean he’s one of your patients? Since when?”
I looked at my watch, “Since about half an hour ago. What’s the problem?”
“I can’t stand him, he makes my skin crawl.”
“Well, that’s no reason why I can’t treat him is it? And anyway, he’s not so bad. He likes you.” This was going to be such a lot of fun!
“I don’t bloody care if he likes me or not, I don’t like him!”
“There’s nothing I can do about that, Sal.”
“You’re still going to treat him then?”
“Sure! I’m not going to turn away a paying customer, and I can’t let you vet all of my future patients. I’ll treat him for as long as is necessary.”
“Fine!” She hissed and stomped off into the house. I decided to have a bit of fun. I followed her into the house and found her at the kitchen table with a face like thunder. I quickly put her under then did a little re-programming.
“Sally, you don’t like Richard, right?”
“Right. I hate the way he looks at me, like he’s undressing me with his eyes.”
“But he has every right to do that, doesn’t he?”
“Yes, but…”
“He has every right to look at you in any way he wants, isn’t that right?”
“Yes, I suppose so.”
“There’s no ‘suppose’ about it, Sal. Say it, he has the right to look at you in any way he wants.”
“Richard has the right to look at me in any way he wants.”
“Any man has that right, doesn’t he?”
“Yes.”
“And it was really silly of you to get angry at me for treating Richard. It’s not my fault you can’t handle being looked at, is it?”
“No.”
“It’s not my fault you don’t like being looked at, is it?”
“No.”
“It’s your own fault that you’re so silly about this, isn’t it? You know it’s every man’s right to look you over whenever they want, and you’re just being a silly girl to get angry with me about it. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes.” She said in a quiet voice.
“So when I wake you, you will apologise to me for being so silly, and you will never argue with me about Richard ever again, understand?”
“Yes.”
“And you will go back to work in the garden and stay there until I tell you it’s time for a break, understand?”
“Yes.”
I counted her awake, then set about making more coffee. She sat at the table in silence for a few minutes before standing and walking quietly over to me. she put her arms around me and buried her head in my chest.
“Love, I’m so sorry I lost it with you. I don’t know what came over me. I was just being bloody silly I suppose. Am I forgiven?”
“Sure Sal. Let’s have a coffee and get started on the garden, yes?”
She smiled thinly at mention of returning to the garden, and nodded her agreement. We finished our coffee, Sally took longer than me, surprisingly! Then I led the way back to the garden. Richard was still working away, but stopped as we came out again.
“I thought you two had packed it in for the day.” He grinned.
“Not a bit of it, we’re here for a few hours yet.” I laughed. I saw Richards eyebrows raise slightly and he glanced at Sally. She shot me a look then went back to the shed for the gardening tools.
“I must say Steve I feel really great after that session. Maybe I need another one or two, just to get myself right for the trip?”
“Why don’t I come over this evening and we can sort out some times?”
“I’ve got a better idea, why don’t both of you come over and we can have a barbecue?”
“Sounds great!” I said, “Sally, Richard’s just invited us over for a barbi tonight, that’s ok, isn’t it?”
She looked appalled! Swallowing her pride she smiled through gritted teeth and said, “Fine, thanks Richard.” Then went back into the shed.
For the next three hours I stood back and watched as Sally went about her chores in the garden. Mowing, sweeping, weeding. I made myself busy in the shed, sorting pots, bulbs, sprays and other ephemera. I was able to keep a close eye on what was happening in the garden. Richard could hardly take his eyes off her. He took every opportunity to cast his eyes over her tits, her arse, her legs and her crotch.
He looked on lecherously as she pushed the mower or swept up the cuttings. When a cool breeze sprang up, making her nipples stand out from the fabric of her T-shirt I saw him absent-mindedly reach down and rub his crotch. I knew Sally was aware of his surveillance. The terse look on her face told me she was doing everything she could to ignore him.
At one point he called her over. She didn’t want to go, I could see that from her body language. She walked slowly over to him, as if approaching something with a really bad smell. He smiled at her, pleasantly. I could picture how he was imaging her naked in front of him. As she came as close as she was going to he smiled again, then licked his lips in a sub-conscious gesture of desire.
I couldn’t hear what he was saying to her. She had her back to me, so I could only see the shrug of her shoulders and the vague waving of her hands. Then she had turned away from him and was walking back towards me. I looked at Richard, his eyes firmly on her arse and his hand again rubbing his crotch.
I pretended to be busy in the shed. Sally stomped over to me, clearly in a bad mood but unwilling to show it.
“What was that all about?” I asked, nodding in Richard’s direction.
“Oh, he wanted to know if we had any preferences about the food tonight. I told him anything would be fine. Then he wanted to know about drinks. I told him beer or red wine, so he’s going off to buy both. Must be nice to have a new friend.”
“Why don’t you like him?”
“I told you, he makes my skin crawl.”
“Are you ok going to this barbecue tonight then?” I knew she wasn’t, that she’d hate every minute of it, but I was testing the programme.
She sighed, “Sure. I’ll be fine. What needs to be done next then?”
I glanced around. Richard had gone off to fetch food and drinks for tonight. “Why don’t we take a break now? Let’s grab some lunch.”
She smiled gratefully and we packed the things away and went inside. After some lunch I put her under and continued to work on her flexible little brain.
“Sally, have you been thinking about being spanked?”
“Yes. I was remembering how Granddad spanked me when I was young.”
“Did you enjoy being spanked?”
“I didn’t then, but since I’ve been thinking about it, I’ve started to like the idea.”
“How does it feel when you imagine yourself being spanked?”
“I feel ashamed, like a naughty little girl, but then I start to feel excited by it too. I start to get turned on by it.”
“When you imagine being spanked, are you fully clothed?”
“Not always. This morning I imagined you were upset with me, you were really angry. You made me stand in front of you and lift up my skirt. Then I had to lay across your lap and you pulled my knickers down and spanked my bare bottom.”
“How did you feel about that?”
“I was so ashamed. I never meant to upset you, and I was so sorry, but I knew I deserved to be punished. I felt so ashamed as you pulled my knickers down and slapped my bottom.”
“Did it hurt?”
“Yes, a bit. But I knew I deserved it, so I couldn’t complain.”
“And how did you feel after the spanking was over?”
“I started to get randy. I felt my pussy and it was wet.”
“I want you to continue to fantasise about being spanked. I want you to imagine how it would feel to be spanked in front of an audience. I want you to imagine that I am spanking your bare bottom in front of a room full of people. Who would you most hate to see you like that, Sally?”
“Oh God! I don’t know. I suppose I’d hate it if David were there, and Richard next door, of course, that would be bad. Oh, and Mr. Wilkinson from work, he scares me silly.”
I decided to add a further dimension. “What about Michelle, David’s new girlfriend? She’s a lot younger than you, isn’t she Sally? It would be really embarrassing if she were to see you like that, don’t you think?”
She groaned miserably, “Oh God, yes. Oh! that would be awful.”
“And what about the two men who come to clean your windows? You always say they are a pair of lechers. You’d hate them to be there, wouldn’t you?”
She gulped with shock, “Oh, they couldn’t be there as well, could they?”
“I want you to imagine that I am spanking your bare bottom in front of all of them, they are all sitting and watching, enjoying the show, enjoying your misery. Understand?”
“Yes.” She said in barely a whisper.
“I want you to chose your clothes for this evening very carefully. I want you to select a low-cut top, with no bra under it. You will also select a tight fitting pair of trousers and some nice knickers to go underneath, understand?”
“Yes.”
“Throughout the evening you will position yourself so that Richard can see down your top. You won’t like doing this, but it is his right to look at you in this way, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“You won’t worry what I think. I will understand that you’re only doing what is right. You will also find some way of letting Richard see your knickers during the evening. Again, this is his right. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“You will feel completely shamed and humiliated by the end of the evening. You will imagine that you have had to let Richard see down your top and see your knickers. But you will also feel very, very sexy. You won’t want to admit it, even to yourself, but when I ask you to confess the truth you will tell me how turned on you are, and how you enjoy being shamed. Understand?”
“Yes.”
I woke her up and after giving her a few minutes to recover I sent her off to the supermarket for a couple of hours and settled down to watch TV.
By the time she returned Richard had already called ‘round to ask if we were ready. She went off upstairs to get ready and I thought of the fun I was about to have at her expense!
When she came down she was wearing black jeans and a black blouse with several buttons open. I could see from the way her tits shook when she walked that she hadn’t put a bra on. I wasn’t surprised, she was well programmed now. I made appreciative noises, as I looked her over. She smiled shyly. I asked her what she had on underneath. She grinned and opened her jeans, revealing plain white knickers.
We set off for Richard’s house. As we rang the door bell I reached out and stroked her tits. She gasped in shock and pulled back from me, giggling as she did so. The door opened and Donna stood there, in all her glory! Her DD tits were straining the fabric of her bright red top, her ears, neck and fingers covered in cheap jewellery. She wore a belt of rhinestones around her waist and her lower body was encased in faded blue jeans which were so tight I was sure I could make out the lips of her pussy as the fabric stretched around her crotch. White stilettos completed her ensemble.
“Hello babes!” She twittered in a ridiculous, thin voice, “Lovely to see you my darlings. How are you Sally?” She leaned in to give Sally a kiss on the cheek. Sally almost recoiled in shock! Then she turned to me. “And you must be Steve. Richard’s told me ever such a lot about you!” She leaned over to give me a kiss also, her tits brushing against my chest.
“Follow me through to the garden, loves!” She babbled, turning on her heels and leading us into the house. As she turned I noticed that her arse was savagely split by the denim of her jeans. I couldn’t believe how cheap she looked. I was already looking forward to abusing her!
Richard greeted us like long-lost friends, kissing Sally full on the lips, which she clearly hated, and shaking me warmly by the hand. “Donna, you won’t believe how much this man has helped me, and in just in one afternoon! Come and meet the rest of the family.”
He introduced us both first to Hannah, who said ‘hello’ in a thoroughly disinterested way, and then Edward who just grunted. Donna tottered over with a beer for me and a glass of wine for Sally, and then Richard motioned for me to join him at the barbecue. We left the others chatting and started to cook food.
“You know, I wasn’t joking, I really do feel better for that session today, but I still feel like I could do with some more help. Can you fit me in?”
“Sure, no problem. How about if I come over tomorrow and we’ll do some more then?”
“Great!
I grinned to myself. I hadn’t worked out what I was going to do with Richard or his family yet, but having perfected the technique on Sally and the girls, I was keen to try it out on some new victims before I started at the practice.
Donna came over with more beers. Richard grinned at her, “Thanks love. I just sorted out with Steve here for me to have some more therapy. He’s coming over tomorrow. Why don’t you see if he could help you”
This was getting better all the time!
“What’s the problem?” I asked, innocently.
She thrust out her hands towards me, “I can’t stop biting my bleedin’ nails, can I?” she wailed. “I’ve tried all sorts of things on ‘em, but I just have to keep on biting ‘em.” She looked at me pathetically.
“I’m sure I could help you with that.” I said.
“Really? How does it work then?”
“Well, our behaviour can generally be explained as either instinctive, reflex, learned response or habit. By re-educating that area of the sub-conscious which governs habitual behavioural trends it is possible to address the triggers for a habit, and in that way neutralise them.”
Donna looked like she was about to sneeze. “Wha’??” She whined.
“Never mind how it works.” Barked Richard, “The important thing is that it does, right? Now, Steve, how much per session, and how many sessions to stop her biting her nails?”
“Well, the cost is the same, fifty per session. I can’t say how many sessions because I don’t know how ingrained the habit is. How long have you had this habit, Donna?”
“All my life, I suppose.” She moaned.
“It may take a bit of time to shift it then.”
“Oh I see.”
“Don’t you worry, love.” Richard cooed, “If you want the treatment, you have it, ok?”
She beamed at him, “Oh thanks love!”
Clearly he was hoping to get into her knickers!
“We could make a start now, if you like?” I said as casually as I could.
“Oooh! That would be fantastic!” She shrieked.
“We’ll have to go indoors though, somewhere quiet.”
“Use the spare room.” Richard urged.
I let Donna lead me through the house and upstairs to the spare room, while Richard, Sally and the kids stayed downstairs. I put Donna under and gave her the key word which would take her to a state of deep unconsciousness. This was becoming easier the more I did it, and soon I was able to start having fun with Donna. Having put her into a deep trance I told her that she trusted me completely and that she would take whatever I said to her as truth. I instructed her to be completely truthful to me whenever I asked her a question, telling her that this would make me happy, and that she enjoyed making me happy.
“Donna, do you love Richard?”
“Yes.”
“Is there anything you don’t like about him, though?”
“I want to have kids of my own, but he says he doesn’t want any more, says he’s too old. I don’t think that’s fair.”
“So what have you done about it?”
She giggled, “I won’t let him have his leg-over unless he agrees to have babies!”
“You refuse him sex unless it is with the intention of getting pregnant?”
“That’s right!” She giggled again.
“Don’t you miss having sex?”
“No”
“Why not?”
“I got my toys, haven’t I?” She grinned.
“Tell me about them.”
“I’ve got a couple of vibrators. Richard doesn’t know about them, ‘cos I only use them when he’s out, but they keep me happy, and in the meantime, he’s not getting any, except from his right hand!” Another giggle.
“Supposing they stopped working for you? Supposing they didn’t make you happy any more, what then?”
“Get some new ones, wouldn’t I?”
“What if toys couldn’t make you happy? What if you couldn’t climax using a toy? What if it had to be a cock. What would you do then?”
“Dunno.”
“How long do you think you could last out?”
“Maybe a week.”
“Donna, from now on no toy will be able to bring you to orgasm. You won’t be able to climax by using vibrators, dildo’s or any other toy. And you won’t be able to climax just by using your fingers either. The only way you will be able to climax is when you have a real cock in your pussy, do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“But you won’t want Richard’s cock. He won’t let you have a baby. You’ll keep on refusing him, is that clear?”
“Yes.”
“Have you ever been unfaithful to Richard?”
“No.”
“I want you to start imagining what it would be like to have sex with another man, ok?”
“Yes.”
“When I wake you, you will feel refreshed and relaxed. You will feel good. You will want to tell Richard how good you feel, and you will tell Hannah and Edward all about it too, understand?”
“Yes.”
“Donna, are you wearing a bra?”
“Yes.”
“I’d like you to lift up your top and let me see it.”
She immediately lifted her tight top to reveal a red, half-cup bra. Her fleshy tits were only just contained within it and I could see the outline of her nipples beneath the cups. I enjoyed the view for a few moments, then told her to re-arrange her clothing. Once she was covered I counted her awake. I deliberately did nothing to address her nail biting habit on this occasion. I wanted to have another go with her soon!
She chattered away about nothing at all as we made our way downstairs and back to the garden. As we rejoined the others I could see that Richard had coaxed Sally into a game of bowls. As Sally bent over to take her shot I could see Richard’s eyes drop to her neckline. She bent forward a little further as she prepared to release the bowl, and I could see from the look on his face that he was able to see down her top.
It was obvious to me that Richard was enjoying himself, and just as obvious that Sally was not! Poor Sal. It was bad enough that she had to spend time with Richard, without having to deliberately let him see down her top! And it became worse! As they made their way to the bowls to check the result she squatted down next to them, seemingly to examine the result but also causing the waist band of her jeans to gape at the back, giving him a clear view of the white of her knickers beneath.
Richard looked like it was his birthday! For a moment he rubbed briefly at his cock before he became aware of our return. He blushed when he saw me, as did Sally! Donna seemed not to notice anything different, chattering away non-stop about how she felt so good after the session.
Richard nodded enthusiastically, “Told you didn’t I?”
Donna turned to Hannah and Edward, “You should ask if Steve can help you in any way. Do you do family rates?” She asked, stupidly.
“I’m sure we could come to some arrangement.” I grinned.
“Well, what sort of things does it work on?” Hannah asked.
“Tell me what you’re doing these days.”
“Studying for exams.” She groaned.
“Well I could give you a study and relaxation technique which would enable you to take in and retain more info, how would that be?”
“Cool! You mean you could do your thing and I’d be able to learn more stuff and remember more of it? That is cool! I want some of that. Dad, can I get some of that, please dad?”
“Maybe, let me think about it. I know Steve’s a good friend, but he can’t be expected to do all this for nothing, and I don’t have that much money.” He grinned, casting me a sideways glance.
“How about you, Edward. Can I help you with anything.”
“Doubt it. I don’t smoke, or drink, or bite my nails..”
“Or study.” Hannah cut in.
“…Shut up you. I don’t have any phobias and I don’t need to lose weight. So unless you can hypnotise me into becoming the best under-sixteens golfer in the county by next Saturday, there’s nothing you can do for me.”
I laughed at his response. “I can’t make you into a better golfer, but I can help you reach your potential.”
“How?”
“Relaxation techniques, positive mental attitude, that sort of stuff.”
“You mean you hypnotise me, and when I wake up I think I’m a great golfer? Yeah right!”
“No, it doesn’t work like that. What we’d do is to give you some mental exercises and procedures which would focus your energies for each stroke. That way you have a better chance of getting the result you want. It’s a common tool used by a lot of sports people. You’ve heard of sports psychology, haven’t you?”
“Sure, but not sports hypnosis!”
“And what do you think psychology involves? It’s just strengthening the mind so that the body can perform, that’s all.”
He looked thoughtful. Before he could speak again Hannah blurted out, “I don’t care about his stupid golf. What about my exams? Steve says he can help me to study and I need all the help I can get. So, do I get some help or not?”
Richard looked at me in desperation. “Steve?”
“Look, don’t worry about the cost for now, ok. I’d be happy to help out. Like I did with Donna, I could do a quick session now, how would that be?”
Richard looked relieved, Donna pleased. I took Hannah to the spare room and repeated the procedure with her. In no time at all she was mine! I took her deeply under, gave her the key word, instilled in her the confidence and trust in me that was essential to my programmes then sat back and had a look at her. She was quite a pretty little thing. About five feet five with shoulder length blonde hair, and slim, pretty face and a good body. I had noted her 34 C bra size when I’d gone through her room, and I’d been pleasantly surprised by how shapely her arse was as I’d followed her up the stairs. Now, as she lay on the bed, her hands folded across her lap, I had a desire to abuse her.
“Hannah, are you a virgin?”
“No.”
“Who did you lose your virginity to, and when?”
“I made love to my boyfriend Tommy last month.”
“Have you done it since?”
“A few times. It’s hard to find a place where we can be alone.”
“Do you like making love?”
“Yes.” She smiled.
“What do you do with Tommy when you can’t find anywhere to make love?”
“We go somewhere quiet and I use my hand on him. Sometimes I let him use his hand on me, but not very often.”
“Why is that?”
She chuckled, “Because he’s not very good at it!”
“Hannah, when I wake you, you will feel very refreshed. The next time you study you will feel as though it is much easier, do you understand? You will feel as though you are taking in much more information that you used to do, is that clear?”
“Yes.”
“When I wake you, you will go into your bedroom, get a clean pair of knickers and come back in here. Then you will take your knickers off and give them to me, turn around slowly three times, then put your new knickers on and get dressed. You won’t think there is anything unusual in this, and by the time we get downstairs you will have forgotten you did it at all, understand?”
“Yes.”
I counted her awake. She opened her eyes, then sat up and smiled at me. Without a word she stood and left the room, returning a minute later with a pair of white knickers clutched in her hand. She pushed down her jeans and sat on the bed before puling them off. Then she stood again, revealing a pair of pretty pink briefs with Minnie Mouse on the front. She slipped these over her hips, down to her ankles and off, then held them out to me.
I took them from her and she stood in the middle of the room and slowly turned ‘round in a circle before me. I took in the view of her shapely arse and untrimmed blonde bush, putting her discarded underwear to my nose and drawing in her scent as I did so.
She finished her third revolution and pulled on her knickers and jeans. Then she smiled at me sweetly and we made our way downstairs. I stuffed her underwear into my back pocket as we went back to the garden.
Richard and Sally were still playing bowls, and Richard was still enjoying the view! Every now and then he would discretely turn his back to us and quickly fiddle with his groin area, turning with a wry smile on his face after a second or two. Sally looked most uncomfortable, her hands twitching in the direction of her top as if she was desperate to cover up, which of course she was!
I opened another beer as Edward sidled over to me. “Can you really help to develop the right mental approach?”
“Sure. Give it a go, if you like. What have you got to lose?”
“Yeah, you’re right.” He nodded, “OK, I’ll give it a try.”
I was having a great time. I had been looking forward to doing the surgeries Dave had asked for. I felt confident I could have some fun at my patients’ expense, I just wasn’t sure how far I could go. Now I had four new toys living right next door!
I put Edward under, gave him all the programming as I had with the other members of his family, then decided to explore his mind.
“Edward, do you like Donna?”
“Sure, she’s ok.”
“You like women with big breasts, don’t you?”
He grinned, “Yes.”
“Donna’s got big breasts, hasn’t she?”
“Yeah. Great big fuckin’ melons!”
“Have you ever seen them?”
“Once. She and dad went out one night and came back late. They were absolutely pissed – completely wrecked. I listened to them getting into bed, and then waited until it had gone quiet, and I knew they were asleep. Then I had a look ‘round their bedroom door, and they’d left the light on. Donna was lying on her back. Dad turned over and took the covers with him. She was left without any. She only had a pair of pants on.”
“So you had a good look?”
“Fuckin’ right! I watched her for ages, just looking at her fuckin’ enormous tits. It was brill!”
“Did you wank yourself off?”
“Loads of times, just thinking about how her tits looked!”
“What about your sister, have you ever seen her tits?”
“No. I nearly did once. She was in the bathroom and I didn’t know she was in there, so I just walked in. She was just pulling her bathrobe on. A couple of seconds earlier and I’d have seen them. Bastard!”
I smiled at his urgency. I decided to provide him with some entertainment in the coming weeks, assuming my programming worked, of course. I gave him the usual pre-wake up talk about being refreshed, then brought him ‘round.
As I returned to the garden Sally looked hugely relieved. Her game with Richard was over and he’d gone back to the barbecue. I gave Sally a quick kiss and went over to join Richard.
“I bet I owe you a bloody fortune now, don’t I?”
“Well, the going rate would be £200, but as we’re friend, how about half that?”
“Really? Cheers, mate. I really am grateful to you.”
“Don’t mention it!” I grinned. I was getting the same buzz I’d got when I started on Sally. She was grateful too, even as I started to abuse her children she was thanking me profusely. Now I had the chance to try out my skills on Richard and his family. I glanced around at them. Richard; cooking away happily, glancing occasionally at Sally, no doubt remembering looking down her top. Donna; our cheap and cheerful hostess who manipulated her husband thanks to the use of some toys, but who would find them strangely unsatisfying over the next few days. Hannah; a pretty sixteen year old. No longer a virgin, much to my disappointment, but still capable of entertaining, and Edward, who wanked his teenage cock to images of his step-mother’s naked tits, and who dreamed of seeing his sister’s.
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