{"id":3118,"date":"2018-05-22T04:55:08","date_gmt":"2018-05-22T04:55:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/?p=3118"},"modified":"2018-05-22T04:55:08","modified_gmt":"2018-05-22T04:55:08","slug":"physician-heel-thyself","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/physician-heel-thyself\/","title":{"rendered":"Physician Heel Thyself"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Fletcher looked at the tape held in his hands, an old VHS cassette, marked: \u201cMarquesa- Session 1.\u201d Dr. Gomez, his supervisor, had expressly warned him that this material was off limits in general, much less to junior residents. Fletcher had only been working at the Kleinman Center for the Study of Human Sexuality for two weeks. He had learned of the existence of the tapes just three days ago. But since then the curiosity had been building inside him uncontrollably.<\/p>\n

The mystery had begun last Friday, about an hour before the Center closed for the weekend. Fletcher had reported to Dr. Gomez\u2019s office to do final rounds, only to find him strangely agitated. \u201cThere will be no rounds,\u201d Gomez said distractedly, fussing with his hair and tie while checking his reflection in the darkened monitor of his computer screen, \u201cyou may go home a bit early today.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIs there an inspection?\u201d Fletcher asked. He had been told that various administrators from the university or the municipal government came through at odd times, to check on aspects of the Center\u2019s operations. \u201cI\u2019m happy to lend a hand.\u201d<\/p>\n

Dr. Gomez looked up from his extemporaneous grooming, slightly irritated. \u201cThis is not an ordinary inspection. It is a little ritual that happens here once a year. I don\u2019t know if you are ready to take it in.\u201d<\/p>\n

This intrigued Fletcher. \u201cI\u2019m not in a rush to get away,\u201d he replied. \u201cI know that I\u2019m very green to the way the Center operates, but I would like to get acclimated as fast as possible.\u201d<\/p>\n

Gomez thought about this for a moment. \u201cOkay,\u201d he resolved, \u201cYou can observe. But don\u2019t ask any questions until the Trustee leaves.\u201d<\/p>\n

Fletcher followed Gomez to the front desk that marked the demarcation of the Center from the rest of the hospital. The receptionist was standing in acknowledgment of the visiting Trustee, who had already arrived. \u201cI hope you haven\u2019t been kept waiting long, Goddess,\u201d Dr. Gomez stuttered, shuffling to add speed as he and Fletcher approached.<\/p>\n

\u201cNot at all,\u201d the Trustee answered somewhat archly, clearly amused by Gomez\u2019s eagerness. Fletcher wondered at why Gomez had addressed her as \u201cGoddess,\u201d though her appearance gave some clues. She was a bit young to be a trustee, looking to be in her late forties or early fifties. Her exact age was difficult to guess, however, because she was so torridly sexy. She wore a tight-fitting and severely short black dress that accentuated her curvaceous figure. Blonde curls framed a face that seemed carved from alabaster. Eyes of bewitching jade green seemed lit with a permanently knowing smile, and the three words she spoke sent shivers of arousal up and down the spine. She was the kind of woman that haunts one\u2019s dreams. Fletcher was glad for the camouflage of his lab coat as his body responded involuntarily to her allure. He could not help reflect that she was an odd creature to encounter at the Center for the Study of Human Sexuality, since she was obviously in a class by herself that merited special investigation.<\/p>\n

The brief moment of attention deepened Gomez\u2019s discomposure. He hesitated a few steps from the visiting Trustee, trying to decide whether to offer her his hand. After a few moments she offered hers, and asked, \u201cWho is the handsome newcomer?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDr. Fletcher just joined us as a resident,\u201d Gomez answered with a gesture from his free hand, \u201cHe will be observing. This,\u201d Gomez said addressing Fletcher, shifting to indicate the alluring visitor, \u201cis Goddess Marquesa, a special member of the Board.\u201d<\/p>\n

Goddess Marquesa held out her hand to Fletcher. He kissed it chivalrously, eliciting an appreciative laugh. \u201cAre you a psychiatrist?\u201d Fletcher asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d the Goddess answered, \u201cI am an erotic hypnotist. I helped the Center with some early work and was rewarded with a Board appointment. This yearly visit is my only real duty.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShall we?\u201d Dr. Gomez asked with a twinge of impatience, gesturing toward the interior of the Center.<\/p>\n

The trio worked their way down several corridors, traveling toward precincts of the Center with which Fletcher was unfamiliar. Finally they stopped in front of a locked door marked \u201c101.\u201d Dr. Gomez produced a ring of keys from his lab coat and worked the mechanism, producing a hollow metallic squeal as the deadbolt slid free.<\/p>\n

The room inside was dimly lit and sparsely furnished. An elderly man dressed in gray pajamas sat slack-jawed on a rumpled hospital cot, eyes open but otherwise seemingly catatonic. \u201cGoddess Marquesa is here to see you,\u201d Dr. Gomez declared as he entered, stepping aside to clear her path and making a \u201cvoil\u00e0\u201d gesture with both hands.<\/p>\n

\u201cHello pet,\u201d Goddess Marquesa breathed as she approached. Fletcher watched amazed as the zombie on the bed stirred to life. Awareness flared in vacant eyes, the slack form launched itself from the bed with sudden animation, falling to all fours before Goddess Marquesa. Emitting strange snuffling sounds and grunts, the old man crawled forward and bent down to kiss the Goddess\u2019s feet, tasting the silk of her stocking with obvious greedy delight. As the Goddess stood indulgently, the unkempt creature worked his way up her calf, planting bristly kisses the length of her gorgeous leg.<\/p>\n

When he reached her mid-thigh she laid a gentle restraining hand on the top of his head and stepped back. \u201cThat\u2019s enough, pet. Heel, boy,\u201d she commanded. The creature obeyed instantly, scuffling back to resume his original posture on the bed, all signs of life extinguished once more.<\/p>\n

Fletcher turned to Gomez, mouth gaping, a question forming in his throat. Gomez held up an imperious palm, demanding silence. \u201cThank you, Goddess,\u201d Gomez cooed, gesturing the whole party toward the door. Once the bolt was secure, Gomez signaled that Fletcher was excused. \u201cI\u2019ll walk Goddess Marquesa out,\u201d he declared.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt was very nice meeting you, Doctor,\u201d the Goddess said, favoring Fletcher with one more dose of her charm. He kissed her hand in farewell and watched her hips undulate gracefully as she glided toward the exit under escort by Gomez.<\/p>\n

Fletcher made his way back to the central office suite in a daze, questions swirling through his mind. Who was that catatonic old man? Why was he housed here in the Center rather than in the Psych Ward?<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat was that?\u201d was all Fletcher could summon through the confusion that fogged his mind, once Dr. Gomez returned from seeing Goddess Marquesa to the door.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat was Dr. Alfred Kleinman,\u201d Gomez replied.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe founder of the Center?\u201d Fletcher gasped in disbelief.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe very one.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHow did he get to be that way?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe used himself as the subject in an experiment,\u201d Gomez answered, frowning. \u201cGoddess Marquesa was the test case. The experiment was conducted over a period of about twenty weeks, at the end of which he became as you saw and she joined the Board of Trustees. The whole affair is not spoken about now, for obvious reasons. Dr. Kleinman is housed here to prevent word getting out that might compromise the work of the Center.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat was the nature of this experiment?\u201d Fletcher asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cNever mind that,\u201d Gomez warned sternly. \u201cAll records of the experiment are off limits. You are a talented physician, Fletcher. Don\u2019t impede a promising career by poking your nose into affairs best forgotten.\u201d<\/p>\n

That was how Fletcher had ended up here, in a back room of the hospital\u2019s audiovisual lab, with a box of VHS tapes and files that he had pilfered from the Center\u2019s archives. The need to know had seized him like an addict\u2019s craving. What had done that to Kleinman? What force could be that powerful?<\/p>\n

When Fletcher was being honest with himself, he also knew that it was not really Kleinman that haunted him. It was her. The sparkle in her green eyes as he bent to kiss her hand. The scent of her perfume. The motion of her hips and ass as she walked away. Fletcher had caught a glimpse of what Kleinman had seen, and he could not help but want more.<\/p>\n

The feeling had built in him steadily for 72 hours, when he finally gave in. It was not difficult to satisfy his urge. Hospital staff are conditioned to respect MDs\u2019 position at the top of the caste order. The young intern in the archive had needed little cajoling to show him where \u201crestricted\u201d materials were kept.<\/p>\n

Fletcher popped the tape into the VHS player built into the work station at which he was seated, making a screen set at eye level spark to life as the video began to play. Goddess Marquesa\u2019s image filled the monitor, photographed full-body, seated in a plush chair center screen. She wore a low-cut blouse and short, tightly fitted skirt, and looked younger, but again her raw sexiness made guessing how long ago the scene had played out difficult to do. How long had she been coming to the Center to play out the scene Fletcher had witnessed? A time stamp appeared in the lower left-hand corner of the screen. The date: May 3, 2003. Fifteen years ago.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis is the first session of Project Artemis, an experiment to test specific potentials of erotic hypnosis,\u201d said a voice that must have been Kleinman\u2019s, speaking from off-screen. \u201cThe test participant has agreed to record our work on video tape. For the record, please state your name.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI am known in my field as Goddess Marquesa,\u201d the Goddess replied, a glint of mischief in her eyes. \u201cSome know me as Lady Krystal Mesmer.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI see\u2026and how long have you worked as an erotic hypnotist?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFor more than ten years,\u201d came the coy answer.<\/p>\n

\u201cIn this study we will be examining the aphrodisiacal potential of hypnosis. That is to say, we will be testing whether hypnosis can actually be used to increase a subject\u2019s erotic desire. Since the discovery of Viagra everyone has become obsessed with chemical remedies for sexual dysfunction, but we would like to explore whether the mind\u2019s own powers of concentration can be harnessed to those purposes. Goddess Marquesa has agreed to assist me, I will serve as the test subject.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy is that, Doctor?\u201d Goddess Marquesa asked, interrupting Kleinman\u2019s businesslike recitation.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe test subject in this case must have special training. I have studied for years to learn how to gauge my own feelings, and have a clinical language in which I can quantify and comparatively assess my own desires.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut you said that this study would measure the increase in your desire\u2026\u201d the Goddess intoned. \u201cDoes that mean that you already desire me, Doctor?\u201d<\/p>\n

A nervous cough resonated from off screen. \u201cWell\u2026yes\u2026.\u201d Kleinman confessed. \u201cI hope it does not offend you for me to say.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t be silly,\u201d soothed Goddess Marquesa, \u201cwhy should I object?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI would never note the fact unless it was clinically significant for our work.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Goddess pursed her lips in a moue of mock innocence that magnified her allure. \u201cOf course not\u2026\u201d she simpered. \u201cBut tell me about this desire of yours, Doctor, so I know what I am working with. What do you feel?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI find you very beautiful\u2026I am very drawn to you\u2026\u201d Kleinman began tentatively.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes\u2026\u201d the Goddess encouraged, \u201cYou would like to touch me?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cKiss me?\u2019<\/p>\n

\u201cYes\u2026\u201d The sound of Kleinman\u2019s breathing had become audible on the tape.<\/p>\n

\u201cMake love to me, if you could?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cUh\u2026ummm\u2026.yes\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n

While she spoke, Goddess Marquesa had produced an amber-tipped wand, held in her right hand, and begun sliding its tip up along the surface of her leg, beginning at her shapely calf and running it slowly up her luscious thigh. Its slow motion drew the eye involuntarily to the exquisite curves of her legs, cast into delicious relief by the sheen of her gray silk stockings. Fletcher could feel his eyes dilating and his heart rate slowing as he watched and listened to the deliberate cadence of her rich voice. The effect on Kleinman was palpable, the sound of his breathing had become a steady ambient hum below the voices on the tape.<\/p>\n

Fletcher pressed \u201cStop\u201d on the VCR. \u201cWow,\u201d he interjected. Goddess Marquesa was not kidding. She was a very effective hypnotist. But could hypnosis induce the kind of state Fletcher had observed in Kleinman three days prior? He had a tantalizing glimpse of what the experiment entailed, but that only served to fire his curiosity.<\/p>\n

Fletcher could not resist picking out another tape, one marked \u201cMarquesa Session 14,\u201d dated to July 2003. Placing it in the cassette slot, he focused as the monitor sparked to life again.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow are you feeling, Doctor?\u201d Goddess Marquesa asked at the outset.<\/p>\n

\u201cI have not been sleeping well,\u201d Kleinman replied from off screen, a pronounced tremor in his voice, as if he were struggling to maintain his composure. \u201cI am kept awake by thoughts of You. I find that my yearnings increased intensely after our last session. I lie in bed, picturing Your legs\u2026Your breasts. Craving the sound of Your voice. The touch of Your body. My wife has noticed my arousal and tried, on occasion, to initiate sexual contact, but I find that I cannot maintain an erection for anyone but You. I frequently leave bed and lock myself in the bathroom to masturbate while fantasizing about You, but as soon as I return to bed the yearnings torment me again\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n

Fletcher pressed \u201cStop\u201d and \u201cEject,\u201d retrieving the casette. He looked down at the box of tapes. The sessions continued through December of 2003. If Session 14 showed how far Kleinman had deteriorated within the first two months of the study, Fletcher could not imagine what later tapes would reveal. He picked up a tape dated to October 2003 and placed it in the VCR.<\/p>\n

The scene that filled the screen was different. Marquesa was sitting in central focus, as usual, but a man in a white lab coat was kneeling on all fours at her feet, his lips pressed to her right calf, an ecstatic look on his face. Fletcher could not contain a gasp of shock. He had assumed that Kleinman was now in his late seventies, but the man in the video from fifteen years ago was no older than forty-five.<\/p>\n

\u201cShall we begin, Doctor?\u201d asked Goddess Marquesa from the video screen, her voice inflected with impatience and concern.<\/p>\n

\u201cMmmm\u2026.please\u2026.\u201d the crouching figure of Kleinman mumbled, \u201clet me touch You just a little bit more. I\u2019ve been waiting so long\u2026.so long\u2026.\u201d Kleinman\u2019s words were choked off by a strangled sob. It was difficult to tell on the grainy video image, but Kleinman\u2019s face seemed to be wet with tears.<\/p>\n

Fletcher stopped the tape. Looking down into the box, he found the casette marked, \u201cMarquesa: Final Session.\u201d Removing it from its protective sleeve, he swapped it into the VCR.<\/p>\n

Goddess Marquesa was center screen again, alone but for a pair of clasped hands in the lower left-hand corner of the image. Kleinman must have been flat on his face off camera, hands held out in a gesture of supplication.<\/p>\n

\u201cPLEASE!\u201d a hoarse voice, barely recognizable as Kleinman\u2019s, blasted forth, somewhere between a sob and a scream, \u201cI can\u2019t go on without You\u2026.PLEASE let me be with You\u2026I can\u2019t think\u2026I can\u2019t work\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cStop being silly,\u201d the Goddess replied in a soothing tone, \u201cthink of your wife\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe left me,\u201d Kleinman replied. \u201cI didn\u2019t try to stop her. There is only You\u2026You\u2026.I have no other cause to live. You are my whole reason for existence.\u00a0 Please let me be with You\u2026.Oh Goddess, I\u2019ll do anything. Make me Your houseboy. Your chained pet. I\u2019ll cook for You. Clean for You. Lick You clean after the toilet. Anything to be near You\u2026to touch You\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThese sessions must end, Doctor,\u201d the Goddess declared.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut the experiment is not over\u2026\u201d Kleinman protested, rising to his knees so that his face, now pale with horror, became visible screen left. He continued, making an obvious effort to restrain his expression, \u201cWe don\u2019t yet know how intense my desire for You can become. There is more You might make me feel\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

Goddess Marquesa rose to her feet. \u201cI don\u2019t doubt that is true,\u201d she said, \u201cbut I\u2019ve seen enough. Goodbye, Doctor.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNO!!!\u201d Kleinman screamed, his face instantly transformed into a mask of anguish. He flung himself at the Goddess\u2019s feet and clutched at her blouse. \u201cDon\u2019t leave me! Please\u2026I\u2019ll go mad\u2026I\u2019ll\u2026.I\u2019ll\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

Kleinman\u2019s eyes rolled back into his head. Froth flowed from the corner of his mouth as strangled gargles emerged from his throat. Two hospital orderlies appeared and seized Kleinman\u2019s arms, fighting to drag him away as he clung tenaciously to the Goddess\u2019s clothes.<\/p>\n

\u201cPLEASE\u2026\u201d Kleinman moaned, \u201cDon\u2019t abandon me, Goddess. Have mercy\u2026.promise that You will come visit me. Promise and I can go on living\u2026otherwise\u2026.otherwise\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

Goddess Marquesa\u2019s eyes were filled with pity. She placed a gentle hand on Kleinman\u2019s cheek, instantly calming him. \u201cI promise,\u201d she said softly. At this Kleinman relaxed his grip, surrendering to the hold of the orderlies. His whole body went slack, the light seemed to leave his eyes. It was the same vacant look that Fletcher had seen in the prematurely wizened zombie now warehoused in Room 101 here at the Center.<\/p>\n

Fletcher paused the tape. He turned back to the boxed archives and searched through the paper files they contained. After a few minutes he found what he was looking for: a carbon copy of an order drafted by Doctor Ferdinand Gomez, formerly Deputy Director of the Center, newly appointed Interim Director in response to Dr. Kleinman\u2019s sudden \u201cleave of absence\u201d for health reasons. It announced Dr. Kleinman\u2019s retirement from his permanent seat on the Board of Trustees and his replacement by Ms. Krystal Mesmer. She would receive the Doctor\u2019s annual honorarium in exchange for her agreement to perform a special yearly inspection of the premises.<\/p>\n

So that was how it had gone down. Gomez had feared that the donors would shut down operation of the Center if they got wind of the full truth. Kleinman had been the animating force behind the Center\u2019s founding, if he was discredited the whole shop might have folded. So Gomez had stowed Kleinman in Room 101 and secured Goddess Marquesa\u2019s cooperation in keeping him pliant by offering her Kleinman\u2019s seat on the Board.<\/p>\n

Fletcher shivered. His pulse was racing, his palms were sweaty. At first he was confused about what was agitating him so, until he became aware that his cock was rock hard. This realization drew his eyes immediately to the image of Goddess Marquesa, paused on the screen, frozen in sultry splendor. Before he could think, Fletcher\u2019s hands went to work spontaneously, freeing his cock from his pants and stroking himself to explosive catharsis while his eyes remained glued on the Goddess.<\/p>\n

Slumped in the afterglow, Fletcher felt profoundly relieved but not entirely satiated. He still craved the Goddess\u2019s image and voice. His eyes drifted to the box of cassettes. No. That was a bad idea. And yet\u2026.<\/p>\n

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\u201cWhy are there two of them?\u201d Goddess Marquesa asked Doctor Gomez, surprised on entering Room 101 during her yearly visit to find that her pet Kleinman had a new roommate. The second man was much younger than Kleinman, but in similarly decrepit shape, his hair a tangle of knots, his vacant eyes staring from deep, black-rimmed sockets set in an emaciated face.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis is Doctor Fletcher,\u201d Gomez replied.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe handsome young resident who was so charming on my last visit?\u201d asked the Goddess in disbelief.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes,\u201d Dr. Gomez answered, coughing in mild embarrassment. \u201cAfter your last visit he pilfered the tapes of your sessions with Dr. Kleinman and began viewing them during his off-hours at home. He watched the entire series multiple times. I confess, I was obtuse not to have seen the signs of trouble earlier, but I only realized how serious the problem was when Fletcher was found.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFound?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI called the police when he had failed to show up for work for more than a week. They discovered him seated naked in front of his television, dehydrated and catatonic, surrounded by soiled tissues\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFor Heaven\u2019s sake!\u201d cried the Goddess in disgust.<\/p>\n

\u201cPlease forgive me, Goddess. I meant no offense. I felt we owed it to Dr. Fletcher to care for him along with Dr. Kleinman\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd of course you gave no thought to the reputation of the Center,\u201d the Goddess remarked with a heavy note of irony.<\/p>\n

\u201cUm\u2026er\u2026\u201d Gomez grunted, guilt and embarrassment rendering him speechless.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, well,\u201d Goddess Marquesa sighed, \u201cthere\u2019s nothing to be done. Let\u2019s get on with it.\u201d Raising her voice, she addressed the two inert forms seated on the beds, \u201cCome, pets!\u201d<\/p>\n

Hearing the Goddess\u2019s voice, Kleinman and Fletcher sprang to life. As they scrambled forward on all fours Goddess Marquesa could not suppress a soft, sardonic laugh. \u201cMake it last, pets,\u201d she intoned as greedy lips worshipfully pressed against her feet and calves, \u201cthere will be no more Goddess until next year.<\/p>\n

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The End<\/p>\n

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