Searing Novel of Psychological Bondage! Molly is a commitment phobe. But Molly finds herself falling slowly under the hypnotic spell of a master manipulator when she consults Dr. James Walcott, famous hypnotherapist, for help quitting smoking. Dr. Walcott has bigger plans for his pretty young patient. In Molly he sees the perfect subject for his long planned desire to use his powers to turn a woman into perfect slave. Soon Molly finds herself eagerly obeying his every command, eager to please him in every way! Jake Marlow is a Literotica Reader's Choice Award Winning Writer. Cover art: Merril Morgan.
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CHAPTER I
Molly Harmelin sipped at her Coors Light with a hip cocked against
the side of the mini-shuffleboard machine. Her boyfriend, Matthew, was
sighting his shot and then he let the little disk fly. Molly was
already so far ahead that he was going to have to have a near-perfect
game from here on in to win. They were only playing for fun, but Molly
was fiercely competitive and hated losing at anything, so she engaged
in some good-natured trash talking.
`Are you going to take all night? Drawing it out isn't going to make
it any better.`
`Maybe if you let me take my shots without distracting me I would be
playing a better game.` Matthew shot back with a grin.
`You haven't seen distracting yet,` Molly laughed.
Matthew took his shot and it went wide. Molly yelped with glee and
did a little hop. She giggled and bounced in all the right places when
she hopped, something that was not lost on her boyfriend.
Molly pushed Matthew out of the way with her round butt and took
position for her next shot while he stayed behind her. She felt his
hands on her hips and said, `Hey, no touching.`
`So it's okay if you distract me, but I'm not allowed to distract
you?`
She felt him press into her from behind and gave her ass a little
wiggle, but said, `Teasing's one thing, touching is another.` Molly
felt Matthew's hands slide up her sides and she put her hands over
his, stopping him from moving higher. The bar was crowded and no one
seemed to be paying any attention, but Molly still didn't like the
idea of Matthew groping her in public, even if his hands did feel
really good. `Come on, Matthew. Seriously, stop.`
Reluctantly, Matthew took his hands off her and moved to the side of
the machine where she'd just been standing. He was drinking a pint of
Harp and he drained the last of it while he battled his frustration.
Sometimes, dating Molly, he felt like someone who owned a Ferrari but
was never allowed to take it out of second gear. Molly was a
stunningly beautiful girl and he still had trouble believing she was
dating him. As she leaned forward to take her shot, he surreptitiously
tried to sneak a peek down her V-neck, but it wasn't deep enough for
him to see any more than cleavage. With full, soft curves, Molly had a
body to die for and while she didn't hide it, she also did not dress
to flaunt it either. She just wasn't that type of girl. Matthew knew a
lot of other guys would have moved on after having dated her for so
many months and not gotten more in the bedroom, but he cared about her
a lot and he didn't want to screw things up by trying to rush her.
Molly did end up winning, but she didn't rub it in Matthew's face too
badly. He asked if she wanted another beer and when she said yes, he
pushed his way through the crowd to the bar. It took a couple minutes
for him to work his way back to Molly and when he did he found a guy
with her, lighting her cigarette, which was two things he didn't like.
It seemed like any time he left Molly alone for more than two minutes
in a place like that, there was some guy hitting on her.
`Hey, honey, got your beer,` Matthew said, handing Molly a fresh
bottle and putting his arm around her. He kissed her cheek and the
interloper got the message, moving on with a sheepish look.
`Jealous much?` Molly said playfully.
`How would you like it if girls were constantly hitting on me?`
`Girls check you out and I don't have any problem with it,` Molly
said innocently, and smiled and added, `As long as they keep their
distance.`
`See, you're no better than I am.`
Molly took a drag on her cigarette and Matthew moved away, out of her
cloud of smoke. She knew why he'd moved and made a face at him.
`So are you quitting soon?` Matthew said. He just couldn't help
making a comment.
`I promised you I was going to quit. You don't have to say something
every time I light up. I just can't do it on my own. I know I don't
have the willpower.`
`You can do anything you set your mind to. So what are you going to
do? The patch? Gum?`
`I have an appointment to see a doctor this week.` Molly did not
elaborate.
`I don't mean to keep bugging you. It's just concern.`
`I know. It's okay, really.`
`Why don't we get out of here after this beer?`
They drove back to Matthew's apartment where she'd left her car and
he asked if she wanted to come in. It was very late, but she wasn't
ready to go home yet. Inside, Matthew turned on a light while Molly
used the bathroom. Afterward they snuggled into the couch to watch a
movie from Matthew's extensive DVD collection, as had become their
late night habit. It had also become habit that they didn't make it
more than twenty minutes into the movie before they were necking.
Molly loved the way Matthew kissed her. He didn't shove his tongue
down her throat like a lot of guys, but his kisses were gentle and
passionate. She twisted around in his lap and he cradled her as they
kissed.
Matthew brushed Molly's raven hair back from her neck and lightly
kissed from the nape of her neck to just behind her ear. He felt Molly
stiffen in his arms and her perfectly painted nails on the back of his
neck. His kisses turned to light sucking and he knew from experience
that Molly was melting. He knew just the spot to gently suck on to
drive her wild. It was only fair, he thought, considering the effect
she had on him. Even now, he could feel all his blood rushing between
his legs.
Feeling Matthew's erection pressing into her side, Molly tried to
ignore it. He was making her feel very good and in that state, she did
not want to be thinking about his cock. She had great self-control,
but she wasn't made of stone and lately things had been progressing
physically. She hadn't slept with Matthew yet, but they were getting
more physical. His hand pushed under her tight shirt and he massaged
her ample breast through her lacy bra. Again, he did not crush her
breast like some guys, but took his time, massaging her whole breast,
his fingers spiraling to zero in on her growing nipple. Molly had
large breasts and most guys seemed to forget there was anything more
to her once they started fooling around.
Matthew felt the thickness of Molly's nipple pushing into his hand
and he ran his fingers over it, causing his girlfriend to shake. When
he sucked on that special spot on her neck and teased her nipple he
got a deep moan from her, just the reaction he was hoping for.
Reluctantly he removed his hand from Molly's breast, but only so he
could inch her shirt up.
Bowing his head, Matthew smothered the abundant flesh of Molly's
breasts that was pushed out by her bra with kisses. A tiny gold cross
laid in the valley between her breasts as a reminder of her virtue. He
could have lost himself in her deep cleavage. He managed to pull her
bra far enough aside that he could fix his lips over her nipple and
suck on it.
`Ohhh, Matthew,` Molly moaned, her pulse pounding. She could feel the
dampness growing between her legs and knew they were getting into a
danger zone. Molly was no stranger to passion, but when Matthew
touched her she felt the urge to cast her morals aside. It wasn't that
she didn't want Matthew. It had been so long since she'd had sex. It
was just that she wanted to make sure everything was right before they
went all the way.
Matthew worked the snap on Molly's shorts open and was surprised when
she didn't stop him. He had touched her there before, but she stopped
him as often as not. He pushed his hand into her shorts and found
Molly hot between her legs. He cupped her pussy and pressed his
fingers into it through cotton panties. Molly arched and pushed into
his hand. He gripped her again and a whimper escaped her lips.
Molly ran her hands through Matthew's thick hair. He really was
pushing all the right buttons tonight. When he touched her pussy it
felt so good. He was rubbing her lips in little circles and he kept
brushing against her clit. She tingled all over and the air
conditioning did nothing to cool her off.
Matthew moved to slip his hand into her panties, but Molly grasped
his wrist and whispered, `No.` He didn't press her and that was one of
the reasons she liked him so much.
Pushing off Matthew's lap, Molly sat up beside him and pulled off her
shirt, which was already pushed up over her breasts. She saw Matthew
staring at her breasts, straining against her white, lacy bra and knew
he wanted her to remove it, but she didn't. Instead she leaned over
and worked on opening his shorts. Once she had them open she pulled
his cock out and moved her hands over it. It was hot as a branding
iron in her hands and it seemed to transfer its heat right into her.
She couldn't help but wonder what his cock might feel like inside her,
but she tried not to think on it too much.
`That feels really good,` Matthew said breathily as Molly caressed
his large cock, her fingers flitting up and down his shaft like a
hummingbird's wings. The way she was leaned forward he thought she
might take him in her mouth, but she disappointed him. She'd only
sucked him off a couple times, but it had been an incredible
experience when she'd done it. He was not too disappointed to get off,
however. She definitely had the touch. As Molly pumped his cock in her
hands Matthew's hips humped forward and in just a couple minutes she
had him gasping for air and cumming.
Molly hadn't thought ahead and when Matthew came his jizz arced into
air, most of it landing back on him, but some of it stained her
breasts. She felt kind of funny, but didn't say anything. She kept
pumping Matthew until he finished cumming and then let him give her a
quick kiss before running off to the bathroom to clean up.
* * * *
`Are you done with the copier yet?` Molly asked Jared, her coworker.
`Just about. What's going on with you?`
Molly felt his eyes on her chest and fought the urge to tap him on
the shoulder and direct his gaze upward. Why did guys always have to
speak to her chest? She knew her breasts were big, but that didn't
mean every guy had to stare at her. She'd accepted it a long time ago
and didn't get outraged like some women did, but it was still an
annoyance.
`I'm fine. Went out with Matthew last night,` she said.
`Oh yeah? You guys go out, or stay in?` Jared grinned.
`You are so juvenile. Do you realize that?`
`I think it's one of my more endearing qualities.`
`Your fiancee must have the patience of a saint. Did you hypnotize
her to get her to agree marry you?`
`You're just jealous.`
Molly rolled her eyes. `That's right. I wish I could have you all to
myself.`
`Well you know, we could always sneak off somewhere together.`
`Keep dreaming, dude. I won't even go to happy hour with you, what
makes you think I would do anything else?`
`Hey, it was worth a shot.`
`You keep shooting champ,` Molly told him. His attempts at flirting
were kind of amusing.
On her way back to her office, Molly stopped off in her friend
Laine's office.
`Just ran into Jared in the copy room,` Molly told her friend.
`I'm sure he was charming as usual,` Laine said with distaste. There
was nothing she liked about Jared.
`Same old, same old. Tries to flirt and if you don't respond he plays
it off as a joke. Typical guy.`
`All guys are pigs like that. He stares at every woman here like
she's a piece of meat.`
`I know! Can you believe it? How did he ever get a fiancee? I swear,
sometimes I feel naked the way he looks at me. It's not like I'm
running around here like a hoochie.`
`Yeah, like the receptionist. I guess some guys like women in
business clothes.`
`I guess. And some women have to dress to draw attention. If I'm
going to a club, sure I'll show a little skin, but I'm not dressing
like that for work.` Molly always looked nice, but she didn't dress up
too much for work, precisely because she didn't want the wrong kind of
attention. Today she was wearing black slacks and a loose blouse.
`A guy like Jared needs to be put in his place. He's never going to
be able to take female coworkers seriously,` Laine said.
`As long as he keeps it at a flirty level, I don't care. If he pushes
it too far I can push back.`
Laine laughed. `I bet he wouldn't know what to do if he got his hands
on one of us anyway! I'd leave him dazed and confused.`
`Hey, I'm just a good Catholic girl. Don't forget it.`
`As long as you're not too good. Too good is boring. Hey, don't you
have that doctor's appointment later? Good luck quitting the cancer
sticks.`
`I need more than luck. I've tried to quit before and never could. I
do okay and then I get stressed, or I'm hanging out drinking, and I'm
smoking again. I'm not doing it on my own this time. I'm going to one
of those smoking doctors this time. Our insurance covers it.`
`That sounds cool. What is it, hypnosis?`
`Yeah, something like that.`
`Don't let him make you bark like a dog or something. You'll be
helpless,` Laine ribbed.
`He's very highly recommended. I'm not worried at all. Well, I'd
better get to it. I am behind on my hours this week.`
`Keep those billables up!` Laine encouraged as Molly made her way
back to her office.
* * * *
`Can I get you something before we begin, Miss Harmelin? A glass of
water, perhaps?`
`No, I'm good.` Molly answered, trying to make herself comfortable in
the strange chair. It wasn't even a chair really, but it wasn't quite
a couch either. It was something in between.
The room was not at all what Molly expected. Somehow she thought it
would be all stuffed leather couches and chairs and dark wood, just
like in the movies, but instead Dr. Walcott's office had an open, airy
feel to it. There were bookshelves set into the wall, but they were a
light pine and the walls had soothing beige wallpaper. Light streamed
in from an open bay window. The chair she sat in looked like an
inverted semi-circle and could be tilted back into a reclining
position with the push of a button, a sort of high tech La-Z-Boy.
There was a end table beside her on which sat a small tape recorder
and a Palm Pilot and Dr. Walcott sat close by. There was smooth jazz
playing unobtrusively in the background.
`Try taking a deep breath. You're going to have to relax if this is
going to work at all. Do you mind if I call you Molly?` Dr. Walcott's
voice was deep and very soothing and did set Molly at ease.
`I know, I'm just a little nervous. This is my first time in a
shrink's office. I felt weird even making the appointment. If it
wasn't for Matthew, I don't think I would have,` Molly said, an edge
to her voice.
`He's only got your best interests at heart. Try thinking of it that
way. Smoking is a nasty habit. You have nothing to feel weird about.
Most people cannot simply quit smoking of their own accord. Now we
should get started.` Dr. Walcott reached over and pressed a stud on
the side of the chair. Molly jumped when she felt the motor vibrate as
the chair tilted back. He set it so she was tilted back, but not quite
lying down.
`I know he does. But I still hate being told what to do,` Molly
grumbled.
`I am sure that independent streak is one of the things that
attracted him to you.`
`Or drives him crazy!` Molly laughed. `So will this take a lot of
sessions? I'm not sure how much my insurance covers.`
`It all depends on how good of a subject you are. I have had people
cease smoking after just one session, some people need periodic
sessions to reinforce the initial suggestion. I suppose it all depends
on you, Molly. Hopefully your independent streak does not run too
deep. Now, if you will, look at that prism on the ceiling above you. I
want you to focus your eyes on it so that you see nothing but the
prism.`
Looking up, Molly for the first time noticed a circular prism sticker
affixed to the ceiling directly over her head. With all the sunlight
in the room it reflected a dazzling array of bright color. Molly did
just as she was told and focused her eyes on it to the exclusion of
everything else. She still did not think this would work. To her,
hypnotism was just so much flim-flammery. Molly was raised in a
traditional Catholic family where any sort of problem was kept in the
family and suppressed. The idea of going to a psychiatrist for
anything was alien to her, but Matthew had been firm. He loved her,
but he did not love her smoking and after she had tried to quit
several times on her own he had suggested hypnotism and Dr. Walcott
had come highly recommended. If she didn't care so much for Matthew
there was no way she would have been in that chair.
`Now Molly, I want you to screen out everything in the world but that
prism and the sound of my voice. Cast all your thoughts away and let
the tension drain from your body. I want you to feel the room fall
away. There is nothing around you, just the colors above you and the
sound of my voice. The chair is but a cloud you are floating on.`
Dr. Walcott's voice broke into Molly's revelry and she tried to do as
he suggested, but she was having a hard time of it. She just thought
she was a horrible subject for this. Molly was the most headstrong
person in the world. She always had her way. Compromise was not in her
vocabulary. Mathew had been the first person to get her to even budge
a little. In Molly's life, it had always been her way or the highway
and many guys had found themselves on that highway pretty quickly. But
Molly tried to put all that out of her head and do as Dr. Walcott
asked. The colors were very pretty and bright. Molly especially liked
where the blues melted into the reds and focused on there. And Dr.
Walcott's voice really was very nice.
Without her realizing it, the room did drop away for Molly. She began
to relax and her body slackened in the chair. It felt good to let
everything drop away. Work sucked and she was fed up with living at
home. This was the first time in a long time that Molly felt totally
at ease and not pressured by something.
`That's good, Molly. I can see the tension draining away. Let it all
go down, down and away. Your body is weightless. The colors are
wrapping around you, enveloping you in their warmth. They are
cocooning you from the cares of the world. You are becoming so relaxed
that you are drifting. Drifting in a sea of color. Yes, Molly, I see
you flowing with the colors. Let yourself go. You are so relaxed that
you could just drift off, slip into a sleep. Let consciousness slip
away. As I count backwards consciousness is going to disappear on the
horizon like the shore from a boat.
`Ninety-nine ... ninety-eight ... ninety-seven ... ninety-six ...
ninety-five ... ninety-four ... ninety-three ... ninety-two...`
Molly really did feel herself slipping away, not a care in the world.
The trance was coming up around her like slow rising water, as warm
and inviting as a bath.
`Eighty-seven ... eighty-six ... eighty-five...`
Dr. Walcott counted down to forty-six before he was sure Molly was
deeply in the trance. Her eyes had closed and her chest slowly rose
and fell as she breathed. He could not help but smile. Despite her
protestations Molly had been a perfect subject. She seemed to take to
leaving her cares behind like a fish to water. But that did not
surprise him. In his experience, those with the tightest grasp on
their lives were the ones who most desperately wanted to let go. Dr.
Walcott went through some routine exercises to make sure Molly truly
was in a deep trance and then prepared to get to work.
Dr. James Walcott was one of the most recognized men in his field. He
was a leader in getting people past things like smoking and overeating
through hypnosis. He'd published two books and being an attractive man
in his mid-forties, Walcott had even had some success on the talk show
circuit, though he hated to be away from home for long periods of
time. He was very dedicated to his work, not to talking about it.
It only took Walcott twenty minutes or so to run Molly through the
smoking cessation routine and reinforce it. His first impression that
Molly was an excellent subject proved true. He knew she would not need
more than one session to stop smoking. The girl was very goal oriented
and all she needed was a gentle shove to do the right thing. But that
would not serve Walcott's purposes at all.
As soon as Molly Harmelin stepped into his office Walcott knew she
would be perfect to join his collection. It had been several months
since a young woman so beautiful had come through his door and he
hoped she would respond this well to hypnosis. As Molly lay beside
him, completely under, he grabbed her file and read over it. She was
twenty-seven years old, in good health. No history of any mental
illness. She was a lawyer at a medical malpractice law firm. Molly was
a perfectly normal, healthy young woman. Yes, she was just right for
his collection.
Walcott had been working on his collection for over ten years. Hidden
in a wall safe in his bedroom upstairs were close to a dozen
videotapes of young women who had been his patients and who had
submitted to hypnosis. Once he had them under, Walcott had turned all
of these women into slaves to their desire and that was exactly the
fate he had planned for Molly, if she could be led that way. Walcott
never kept the women for long, not more than a year, and always made
sure to cover his tracks. There had never even been a hint of
impropriety associated with Walcott's name.
Laying the file aside, Walcott returned his attention to his patient.
Molly still lay there with her eyes closed, softly breathing. Before
he spoke, he produced a small remote that activated a video camera
concealed in the bookcase. `Molly, you may open your eyes, but I would
like you to remain under. Do you understand?`
`Yes, Doctor,` Molly said, her eyes opening. Her gaze was fixed on
the prism above her.
`I would like you to tell me about yourself. You don't mind that, do
you?`
`No.`
`You are completely relaxed around me, Molly. You feel comfortable
telling me anything.`
`I'd tell you anything,` she answered. Molly did not quite sound like
a robot like in the movies, rather her voice sounded dreamy, almost as
if she were talking in her sleep.
`How long have you been with your boyfriend Matthew?`
`Seven months.`
`And do you love him, Molly?` As he spoke, Walcott was taking notes
in an encrypted file in his Palm.
`I'm not sure. I think I might. I don't fall in love with guys.`
`But they fall in love with you?`
`Yeah, they do. I've broken some hearts.` There was a hint of pride
in Molly's voice, even through the slumber.
Walcott thought the woman's obvious pride was interesting. It was a
tool he could possibly use. `How do you feel about Matthew?`
`I like him a lot. He's not like the others. But I don't want to fall
for him. I just don't do that.`
`Have you slept with Matthew yet?`
`No, we haven't gone all the way. I'm not easy like that.`
`So you think it would make you easy if you had slept with him
already?`
`Yes.`
`What are you waiting for? What will make you sleep with him,
Molly?`
`We need to be more serious. I hook up, y'know, but I don't sleep
around.`
`How many guys have you had sex with?`
`Two. My first boyfriend in high school and there was a guy while I
was in law school, but that's all.`
Walcott grew concerned. Maybe Molly would not be so easy. It was true
that it was very difficult to get someone to do things that were
totally against their nature. `What does hooking up entail, Molly? How
far have you gone with Matthew?`
`Hooking up can be a lot of things. I'm not a prude. I've sucked
Matthew off. But I don't do it all the time. I usually do it when I
see him on the weekends.`
`Does he go down on you?`
`No, I don't let him do that. It's hard for me to get comfortable
enough with a guy to do that.`
`But you do let him touch you? Don't you, Molly?`
`Oh yes. He loves my breasts, but most guys do. Most guys can't tear
themselves away from them. And he puts his hand down my pants, but not
as much. I usually don't let him.`
Walcott eyed Molly's chest appreciatively. Her breasts were large and
beautiful. When she walked into his office it had taken a conscious
effort to not stare. `You have very beautiful breasts, Molly. But you
know that, don't you?` Walcott knew what her answer would be. Today
she was wearing a dress shirt and while it wasn't tight it still clung
to her breasts and there were enough buttons open at the neck to show
a hint of cleavage.
`Yes, I know I've got a good body. I do like to show it off, but
sometimes it's annoying when a guy is doing nothing but talking to
your tits.`
`I can imagine. Tell me, how large are your breasts? Do you think
they are your best feature?`
`They are 36C, but a lot of times they don't really fit into a C-cup
and I have to buy a D. I always have to buy a D with the flimsier
stuff, like Victoria's Secret. I know they are great, but I have
pretty good legs too. I'm 5'8`, so I've got really long legs.`
`Does Matthew give you orgasms when he's touching you?` Walcott
asked, marking her measurements down.
`Oh, no. I mean, he always does, if I use my hand or suck him off,
but I don't get off just from him putting his hand down my pants.`
`What do you do for relief then? Do you masturbate?`
`No! I've never done that.`
Walcott was starting to think Molly was seriously repressed. `Never?`
he asked. `You do get horny, don't you?`
Molly sounded as if it was the silliest questioned she'd ever heard.
`Of course I do. Doesn't everyone? I just deal. I try to ignore it. No
one should be a slave to sex.`
Nor should they be alien to it, Walcott thought. `So how long has it
been since you had an orgasm, Molly?`
She thought for several moments. `I honestly have no idea, Doctor.`
That was really all the information he needed for the moment. Walcott
was amazed that Molly seemed completely indifferent to her sexuality.
It wasn't that the thought of sex disgusted her, like with some of the
women he had treated in the past. It was just that she did not seem to
care one way or the other. Walcott decided he would have to work to
gradually build Molly into the woman he wanted her to be.
`Molly,` Walcott said, a note of parental concern in his voice, `I
must tell you that your attitude toward things sexual troubles me. I
do not think it is healthy to be so divorced from your sexuality. I
feel it could do you damage in the long term. I am sure you would
agree.`
Walcott held his breath. Now he would discover just how suggestible
Molly really was. `Of course, Doctor.`
Yes! he told himself. `You do trust me, don't you Molly?`
`Yes, Doctor. I am here so you can help me.`
`That is correct. And help you I shall,` Walcott told his pretty
young patient with a shark's smile. `I want you to do some small
things for me before you return.` Though he could have cured her
smoking addiction in one session, Walcott had purposely made his
earlier suggestions weak and instead made sure Molly would slip up and
light up here and there over the next week. She would then make
another appointment to see him. `I want you to start thinking more
about your sexuality. You already like to show your assets off, if
only in discreet ways, but now I want you to think more about the
effect your clothing and actions are having on the males around you.
And I want you to enjoy their attentions more and more. Do you
understand?`
`Yes. I'll enjoy the guys at the bar checking me out.`
`And in enjoying it, you will find yourself becoming aroused by it.`
`Mmm ... yes. When they're checking me out, I'm going to it enjoy it
much more.` Molly said it as if it were a wholly new idea. A dreamy
smile even passed across her lips. Walcott knew that the part of Molly
that liked being in control of every situation enjoyed the thought of
men wanting her. He knew deep down that had probably always been there
on some level, but one too deep for Molly to ever acknowledge.
`Good, Molly. Very good. Also, I want you to really enjoy your
arousal. When you feel that tingling in your body it is going to come
on much more strongly than ever before. Right now, I want you to
picture yourself in a local bar.`
`Like O'Herlihy's?`
`Precisely. Now imagine there is a very handsome man at the other end
of the bar checking you out. Do you see him, Molly?`
`Yes.`
`What is he doing?`
`He's staring at my chest. I see him shifting on his barstool, trying
to get a glimpse down my shirt.`
`He's very handsome, isn't he?`
`Yes.`
`And his attention makes you feel good. It makes you feel very good.
Tell me how it's making you feel.`
It was a moment before Molly spoke. `I don't know. Kind of tingly, I
guess. I feel very warm. I'm aware of things.` A flush rose to Molly's
pale skin and Walcott could see very thick nipples forcing themselves
through the material of Molly's blouse.
`What things, Molly? You must tell me everything you are feeling. You
know you can trust me.`
`Of course, Doctor. I know my nipples are getting hard. I'm suddenly
very aware of them, I know I'm 'beaming'. And I can feel my pussy.
It's almost like a prickly sensation.`
`Excellent. But now we want to make your reaction stronger.` Walcott
placed his hand under Molly's open palm. `As I raise your hand, I am
going to count to five. At one, you will feel as aroused as you are
now. When I reach three you will feel how you feel when Matthew is
touching you. And when I reach five, you will feel so aroused that
your pussy will be soaking and aching to be touched. One ... Two ...
Three...` Molly visibly squirmed in the chair and her lips parted in a
silent moan. Walcott kept her there, her hand raised several inches.
He felt her palm become sweaty against his. `Four...` Molly squeezed
her legs together and this time she did moan softly. He could see her
struggling to maintain her control. `Five.`
`Mmmmm...` Molly purred. Her other hand was gripping the armrest.
Walcott removed his hand from under Molly's and her hand stayed in the
air, trembling.
`How are you feeling Molly?`
`V ... v ... very good. It's s ... s ... strange...`
`When is the last time you felt this way.`
`A long, long time...` Molly was having some trouble getting her
words out.
`Is he still watching you, Molly?`
`Y ... y ... yessss...`
`You wish he would come around the bar and touch you, don't you? Your
pussy has become very wet, hasn't it?`
`Ohhh y ... yesssss.`
`Does it frighten you? Wanting this strange man?`
`Y ... yessss. I ... I don't understand this.`
`It is okay, Molly. I want you to feel that this is perfectly
natural. As you become more aroused you will become less fearful. Just
let your fear slide away. Try that Molly.`
`Yesss Doctor. Y ... y ... yessss, I do feel better.`
`Good.` Walcott put his hand over Molly's and told her, `Now as I
lower your hand your arousal will subside. When your hand touches the
armrest you will return to normal. Here we go.` Walcott slowly pushed
Molly's hand down until it rested on the chair. He could see the
tension drain from her body and she sighed in relief. Beads of sweat
had broken out on her forehead and he gently wiped them away. `You did
very, very well, Molly. You should be very proud of yourself.`
`Thank you, Doctor.`
`Now, when you catch a man checking you out, I want you to feel the
arousal you felt at number three. Do you remember that?`
Molly took a deep breath. `Hard to forget,` she said with a hint of a
smile.
`Good. And while you will be curious about this change, it will seem
perfectly natural to you. You will not question it. Do you
understand?`
`Yes, it's perfectly natural. I am a woman in her prime.`
Walcott was impressed that Molly would take his suggestions and
seemingly expound on them. `Also, when you see Matthew you will become
more aroused. You will feel as aroused as you were at four when he
touches you. You will want to please him much more.`
`I do want to please Matthew.`
`Yes, you do. You are an excellent patient, Molly.`
Walcott took Molly through some other maintenance, making sure his
suggestions stuck, but that she would not associate any of her new
feelings with him. He also made sure she would be easier to entrance
on her next visit. Within ten minutes he brought Molly back to
consciousness and tilted her chair back up.
`So, how do you feel?` Walcott asked as he handed Molly a glass of
water.
`Aside from my mouth being so dry, I feel wonderful. Really
refreshed. It's weird, it's just like I had a catnap. I have to hand
it to you, Doc. I didn't think it would work.`
`No one thinks they will be a good subject. And just about everyone
awakes with positive feelings, it's just a little fringe benefit of
hypnosis. Feel like a cigarette?`
Molly thought, and then said, `No, not at all. And I haven't had one
since I was out last night.`
`Then my work is done. If you relapse, just call the office and make
another appointment. But hopefully I will not see you again.` Walcott
smiled as he rose and shook Molly's hand. Good luck, Miss Harmelin.`
Molly emerged from the doctor's office into a bright, sunny day
feeling like she could run a marathon. It wasn't until she was driving
home that she realized her panties were soaking wet. It was weird, but
she put it out of her mind. Hypnosis couldn't have made her feel that
good.
