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.
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