{"id":3025,"date":"2017-10-24T19:10:52","date_gmt":"2017-10-24T19:10:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/?p=3025"},"modified":"2017-10-24T19:10:52","modified_gmt":"2017-10-24T19:10:52","slug":"on-the-couch","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/on-the-couch\/","title":{"rendered":"On the Couch"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u00a0\u201cYou<\/span>\u2019<\/span>re trembling. You<\/span>\u2019<\/span>ve recently had a traumatic experience,\u201d Doctor Weiss said.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYes,\u201d Robert replied. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cLet<\/span>\u2019<\/span>s talk about it,\u201d Weiss encouraged from behind where Robert lay. \u201cTry to relax.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Robert complied, willing himself to loosen his tense mu<\/span>scles and ease into the welcoming leather cushions of the reclining couch. As a psychologist himself he knew that therapy was only valuable if engaged in the right frame of mind. Like most psychoanalysts Robert submitted to therapy with a colleague as a m<\/span>a<\/span>tter of professional due diligence. His weekly sessions with Dr. Weiss were usually routine, a way to examine his own consciousness and confront any thoughts and feelings that might interfere with his own practice. Today, however, was different. Today he<\/span> h<\/span>ad real issues of his own to work through. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cIt happened during my research on erotic hypnotists.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cOh?\u201d Weiss interjected, signaling that Robert had the doctor<\/span>\u2019<\/span>s attention.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cI<\/span>\u2019<\/span>ve been meeting scads of them. Almost all of them are frauds. They pose an i<\/span>nteresting study in the psychology of sexual fetish, but almost none of them know anything about hypnosis in particular or human consciousness more generally.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cAnd this disappointed you?\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cNot really. I am a scientist, after all. I approached the work w<\/span>ith the same clinical detachment I bring to all my research.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cSo where did you encounter a problem?\u201d Weiss asked, expressing a mixture of curiosity and mild impatience.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cIt was with the last subject I interviewed. Goddess Marquesa. At least, that is wha<\/span>t she calls herself.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cAha.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cShe came to be interviewed in my office,\u201d Robert continued. \u201cShe is very attractive, but that is not unusual. Many of the women who style themselves<\/span> \u2018<\/span>erotic hypnotists<\/span>\u2019<\/span> are quite beautiful, but below the surface they lack su<\/span>bstance. I suppose I assumed this would be the case with Goddess Marquesa.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cDid you tell her as much?\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cNo, of course not. But I think she must have picked it up from my manner. As our interview began she wore a Mona Lisa smile, as if she knew something<\/span> that was going to surprise me. I began running through routine questions, treating her as I would any other subject. After a few minutes she interrupted me.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201c\u2018<\/span>Have you<\/span><\/span> ever<\/span><\/span> been hypnotized, Doctor?<\/span>\u2019<\/span> she asked<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201c\u2018<\/span>Yes,<\/span>\u2019<\/span> I said,<\/span> \u2018<\/span>it is standard practice in psychotherapy.<\/span>\u2019<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201c\u2018<\/span>But have you ever undergone erotic hypnosis?<\/span>\u2019<\/span> she prodded.<\/span> \u2018<\/span>Would you like to experience it?<\/span>\u2019\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Here Robert<\/span>\u2019<\/span>s voice trailed off. His hand trembled.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cI<\/span>\u2019<\/span>m sorry,\u201d he continued. \u201cThe memories\u2026.W<\/span>here was I? Oh, yes. She had asked if I would like to experience erotic hypnosis. She wasn<\/span>\u2019<\/span>t the first subject to make this offer. I had agreed to allow a few of them to try to hypnotize me. None had succeeded. By the time I met Goddess Marquesa I suppose<\/span> my professional snobbery had been confirmed. I brushed off her offer rather rudely, saying something like,<\/span> \u2018<\/span>That won<\/span>\u2019<\/span>t be necessary for my research,<\/span>\u2019<\/span> or perhaps even,<\/span> \u2018<\/span>I don<\/span>\u2019<\/span>t think that would be very instructive.<\/span>\u2019\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Robert paused again. His trembling beca<\/span>me more pronounced.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cGo on,\u201d Dr. Weiss said encouragingly. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cShe was offended, though at first I was too obtuse to notice. I hadn<\/span>\u2019<\/span>t looked up at her when I made my remark, or indeed for much of the interview up to that point. I was too focused on jotting<\/span> down information, eyes glued to my notebook. She was silent for a few seconds after I had spoken; the only sound was of my pen scratching away. Then she said,<\/span> \u2018<\/span>Look into my eyes, Doctor.<\/span>\u2019<\/span>\u201d\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Robert stopped his account, swallowing hard. \u201cMay I have some<\/span> water?\u201d he asked.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cOf course,\u201d said Weiss, pouring a glass and handing it to the patient. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Robert gulped a few swallows of the cool liquid, then set the glass down half-empty.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cWhat happened next?\u201d prodded Weiss.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cI obeyed her. I had no choice. Her voi<\/span>ce was\u2026.irresistible\u2026overpowering. One second I was intent on taking notes, the next I was staring deeply into her emerald green eyes. She began speaking to me. I don<\/span>\u2019<\/span>t remember what she said, I only remember the way it made me feel\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cGo on,\u201d encouraged<\/span> Weiss.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cI became very relaxed, at the same time very concentrated. My sense of where I was fell away. The particulars of the space and time around me grew hazy\u2026.except for her. Everything about her came into exquisitely sharp focus\u2026\u201d\u00a0 <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Robert s<\/span>wallowed, his voice rasped as he continued, \u201c\u2026Her lush blonde hair. Her shapely arms. Her gorgeous legs. Her elegantly classic face, like the visage of Athena or Aphrodite from myth. Her inviting lips. Her full, perfect breasts. And her eyes\u2026.Oh, God, her<\/span> eyes\u2026.They drew me in relentlessly. I felt my consciousness narrow to a needle-fine point, like I would never be able to look away. And then\u2026.then\u2026.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThen what?\u201d Weiss prompted.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThen I could feel her inside my mind,\u201d Robert finally managed to gasp, his w<\/span>ords quavering. \u201cI know it is mad to say. I know that as a scientist I should disbelieve\u2026but I felt her. There were no words\u2026that is\u2026she kept speaking, but her words were not what I felt inside me. It was a presence\u2026an energy. It was as if her spirit had<\/span> p<\/span>enetrated inside my head to find the soft, erogenous tissue of my mind, and begun to rub it, stroke it\u2026..Ohhh\u2026\u201d The memory elicited an involuntary groan from deep in Robert<\/span>\u2019<\/span>s diaphragm. His eyes narrowed. \u201cIt felt soooo good. Sooo good. She was tinkering<\/span> w<\/span>ith my consciousness. Moving things around. Shuffling my thoughts, my feelings, so I\u2026.so I\u2026.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYes?\u201d questioned Weiss, leaning forward to catch the next words.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI could feel her making me fall in love with her,\u201d Robert continued, his voice rising in pitch<\/span> and intensity as he spoke.\u00a0 \u201cI know\u2026as a psychologist I can hear how mad it sounds. But it happened. She made it happen. Whatever love is\u2026whatever changes it makes in your mind\u2026.your soul\u2026she conjured them in mine. I resisted\u2026I tried to stop myself from f<\/span>a<\/span>lling under her spell. But she is too powerful. Too sublime\u2026too\u2026too\u2026.magnificent!\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Robert<\/span>\u2019<\/span>s throat closed, making a strangled sob escape his lips. Tears flowed down his face. He buried his face in his hands.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cCalm down,\u201d Weiss soothed. \u201cThis is a safe plac<\/span>e. You can unburden yourself here.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Robert composed himself. \u201cAs she held me in her gaze,\u201d he resumed, \u201cI began to see images in my mind. At first they were just inchoate desires. I wanted to touch her, to taste her so badly. To feel her lips against mine.<\/span> To run my hands over her silky legs. To suck her nipples\u2026\u201d Robert trembled, wiped sweat from his brow. \u201cBut then the images became more elaborate, more\u2026more\u2026cinematic\u2026.\u201d Robert broke off his account, his lips moving silently.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat is it, Robert?\u201d Weiss a<\/span>sked. \u201cWhat upsets you so?\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt<\/span>\u2019<\/span>s just that\u2026,\u201d Robert began his reply, \u201c\u2026these were fantasies\u2026.yearnings\u2026.I had never imagined or been aware of before. Their strangeness shocked me\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cPsychoanalysis is as much about self-discovery as healing others, you kn<\/span>ow that, Robert.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYes\u2026but\u2026.to discover that I have been such a stranger to myself\u2026.it frightened me. If those close to me knew\u2026.If she knew\u2026.if she ever guessed at the contents of the Pandora<\/span>\u2019<\/span>s box she had opened inside me\u2026.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYes?\u201d Weiss prodded.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201c\u2026.she<\/span> could own me completely. She could make me her slave.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Weiss muffled a chuckle. \u201cSurely you<\/span>\u2019<\/span>re exaggerating, Robert. Fantasies don<\/span>\u2019<\/span>t hold that kind of power.\u201d <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou don<\/span>\u2019<\/span>t understand,\u201d Robert protested, his voice straining with tension, \u201cthese fantasies all centered on her. I saw myself naked except for a pink lace apron, waiting on her as she dined. Kneeling by her as she sat on the toilet, ready to clean her wi<\/span>t<\/span>h my tongue when she rose. Trussed like a pig, lying at her feet as she lashed me with a leather belt.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThese are all punishment visions,\u201d Weiss offered gently, \u201cyour way of subconsciously chastising yourself for having been manipulated.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d Robert dis<\/span>agreed, \u201cthey were wish-fulfillments. Many of them involved pleasure, not pain. I saw myself bent over, moaning with ecstasy as she penetrated my anus with a strap-on dildo. Blindfolded and chained to a wall as she teasingly licked my nipples with the tip<\/span> of her tongue\u2026.and\u2026..\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAnd?\u201d Weiss asked.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThe most intense image was of myself lying supine underneath her, my face pinned helplessly under her gorgeous ass as she stroked my cock.\u201d Robert stopped. His breathing was fast and ragged, his heart was racing.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI see,\u201d Weiss said. \u201cHow does this all make you feel?\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI<\/span>\u2019<\/span>m desperate,\u201d Robert moaned. \u201cI can<\/span>\u2019<\/span>t stop thinking about her. The love\u2026the desire\u2026it<\/span>\u2019<\/span>s tearing me apart. I need your help. You have to help me work through this\u2026to fight to reclaim myself.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHmmm\u2026<\/span>.\u201d Weiss began, \u201cI think that I know what will help.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Weiss rose and walked to stand over the patient. This confused Robert: Weiss looked much taller than usual. Why was Weiss<\/span>\u2019<\/span>s head so far above? Robert realized with a start that he was not lying on a rec<\/span>lining couch. He was on the carpet, on the floor.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLook at me, Robert. Tell me what you see,\u201d Weiss ordered.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Robert looked, and as he did the image of Dr. Weiss changed. The drab lines of Weiss<\/span>\u2019<\/span>s khaki pants dissolved into the voluptuous curves of a woman<\/span>\u2019<\/span>s shapely legs. The brown loafers that had been planted right next to Robert<\/span>\u2019<\/span>s head became black stiletto heels. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI was very interested in what you had to confess,\u201d a voice above Robert declared. It was not the voice of Robert<\/span>\u2019<\/span>s therapist, but the velvety<\/span> tones of Goddess Marquesa. Comprehension dawned on Robert in a flash. He was in his own office, where he had been since Goddess Marquesa came in for her interview. He did not remember how he had wound up on the floor, or why he ever thought that he had b<\/span>e<\/span>en on Dr. Weiss<\/span>\u2019<\/span>s couch.\u00a0 <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Robert tried to move. He could not. \u201cP\u2026please Goddess\u2026,\u201d he stuttered, \u201cI d\u2026didn<\/span>\u2019<\/span>t m-mean to be rude. Have m\u2026mercy\u2026.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI<\/span>\u2019<\/span>ll be gentle, Doctor,\u201d Goddess Marquesa cooed. \u201cThis will all be over in a little while\u2026.just relax\u2026.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Rober<\/span>t lay frozen and wide-eyed as Goddess Marquesa<\/span>\u2019<\/span>s ass descended over his face. Her skirt surrounded his field of vision, his mouth and nose were pressed against the strap of her thong. Violently conflicting feelings tore at his soul. He loved his freedom.<\/span> H<\/span>e loved Goddess Marquesa. As she grabbed his cock and began to stroke he fought, but he could feel her winning. She was taking him. Binding him. Absorbing him. It was terrifying. It was torture. It felt so good. So good. So good to lose\u2026.so good to surren<\/span>d<\/span>er\u2026. so good\u2026to be\u2026.Her\u2026.slave.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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\u00a0\u201cYou\u2019re trembling. You\u2019ve recently had a traumatic experience,\u201d Doctor Weiss said. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYes,\u201d Robert replied. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cLet\u2019s talk about it,\u201d Weiss encouraged from behind where Robert lay. \u201cTry to relax.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":69,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[8,4],"tags":[220,59,676,119,18,58,91,883,39,74,71,882,81,214,62,63],"class_list":["post-3025","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-inspired-by-goddess-marquesa","category-stories","tag-blonde","tag-breasts","tag-desperation","tag-emerald-eyes","tag-high-heels","tag-legs","tag-lips","tag-loving-marquesa","tag-marquesa","tag-nipples","tag-obedience","tag-psychologists-surrender","tag-relax","tag-submission","tag-surrender","tag-worship"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p2FCuA-MN","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3025","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/69"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3025"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3025\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3026,"href":"https:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3025\/revisions\/3026"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3025"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3025"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3025"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}