My name is Matt, and I am 30 years old. Over the years, as an adult, I’ve noticed that I have become increasingly less social. Being antisocial, it has become harder and harder to meet new people and keep in touch with old friends. That is why I reached out and wanted to start therapy.

I went to Google and looked up therapy near me. Not long after starting, I found a website that listed all therapists in my area. I scrolled through and sent a few messages, not expecting to get any responses until the following day. However, I got a reply from her within 2 minutes.

Her profile said her name was Dr. Jasmine, and she specialized in antisocial and anxiety disorders. Her message back to me read as follows: ” Hi Matthew, thank you for reaching out. My name is Dr. Jasmine, and I really think I can help you! I am great at treating a variety of mental disorders through the means of hypnosis. Please message me back so we can set up an in-person session. If you don’t feel any better after our first session, I offer a money-back guarantee!”

Upon reading her message, I became a little skeptical. Money back guarantee? I have no experience in therapy whatsoever, but that sounded a little weird to me. Also, I never believed hypnosis was real, but since she answered back first and was located only 10 minutes from me, I chose to message her back and set up a consult. Plus, it didn’t hurt that from her profile picture, I could tell she was extremely hot. A perfect face and perky massive tits hiding behind professional attire. We exchanged some more messages and set up a meeting for the next day.

The next morning, I got ready and made my way to her office. When I arrived, I was a little sketched out because her “office” was actually just a house located in a quiet suburb. Since I had already driven 10 minutes, I figured it didn’t matter and had nothing to lose, so I got out of my car and knocked on the door.

Dr. Jasmine opened the door and greeted me with a smile. “Hi, Matthew. Nice to meet you. Please come in.” She looked beautiful, just like her picture online, but I focused on why I was there, acted professionally, greeted myself, and entered the home.

“I figured you would be in an office building or something. I wasn’t expecting a home, haha. You do have a nice home, though,” I say as we walk through a kitchen and into a living room. “Thank you, Matthew. I feel that my patients get a lot more comfortable in an actual house compared to an office, where you can hear other people through the walls. This is a much more intimate setting. Please have a seat on the couch so we can get started.”

The living room is relatively small but has a big, comfy-looking couch on one side and a computer desk and chair on the other, separated by a small coffee table. I take a seat on the couch and sink in a little because of how soft it is. She takes her spot on the desk chair, grabs a notebook and pen, crosses her legs, and looks at me.

“So, Matthew, you came here today because you say you have a difficult time talking to people and making new relationships, is that correct?”

“Yes, I’m not sure why, but I feel as though it’s getting worse the older I get,” I respond.

“Okay, so I specialize in these areas, and I feel hypnosis is a great tool to get you in a different mindset. Would you consent to being hypnotised by me so I can help you?”

I almost started to laugh, but restrained myself when I saw that her face was stone-cold serious. “Yeah, I guess I consent. I have never been hypnotised, though and personally don’t think it is real, but you can try, I guess”

She looks up at me from her notepad and shoots me a wicked, evil-looking grin. “Very well, then, Matt. Let’s get you under my spell. Please lie down and close your eyes.”

I do as I’m told but quickly open my eyes when I feel her hand on my chest. I didn’t even hear her get up from her chair and come over to me. “Matt, keep your eyes closed. Yes, good boy. Now, just focus on your breathing. In, hold it, then out. Good. Good boy.”

Surprisingly, with her breathing technique, her hand steadily on my chest, and the comfyness of the couch, I suddenly became very tired and relaxed. “Now, I am going to count down from 10, and when I snap my fingers, you will fall into the deepest sleep of your life. 10, 9, 8.” I feel my toes start to go numb. “7, 6, 5, 4.” The numbness starts to overtake my entire body, feeling like a loving embrace. “3, 2, you are now mine forever, and 1. Sleep.”

“Aaaaand… wake up, Matt.” I open my eyes and see that nothing happened. However, looking around, I see that the coffee table is no longer in the room, and Dr. Jasmine is back at her desk chair, writing away in her notepad. Feeling extremely relaxed but somewhat frustrated, I say, “Was that it?”

“What do you mean?” she responds. Was that hypnosis? Nothing happened. You told me to sleep and then made me wake up immediately.” At that comment, she starts laughing. ” HAHAHAHA, oh sweetie, you were under my spell for about 30 minutes.” I don’t believe her, and she can tell.

“Look, our time is up, but if you really don’t believe me, here,” she said as she reached for a camcorder on her desk. I film all of my sessions, and yours was a great one. Take this video home with you and watch it. I think you will change your mind on hypnosis, hahaha. Now it’s time for you to leave. I expect payment by the end of the day.”

As she handed me the SD card from the camera, she took me by the hand and hurried me out of her house. I hopped in my car and went home feeling very confused and with a slight burning sensation in my rectum and throat. When I got home, I rushed to my computer, popped the SD card in, and navigated to the play button.

The video started with me on the couch at her house, and it looks like I am asleep. Then I start to hear her voice from behind the camera. “Now Matthew, you are now hypnotised and have to do everything I say. Put both of your hands in the air and wave them around.” To my surprise, I actually did it! I don’t remember it at all, but it tells me I must’ve actually been hypnotised.

“Now stop waving your arms and stand up.” I watch as I do what she says; even my eyes are open. “Matthew, this may sound like a weird instruction, but you have to do it because I am your master. You must now strip for me. I want you to remove all of your clothes, even your socks. You must be bare nude in front of me in the next 30 seconds.”

My heart drops as I watch myself quickly remove my shoes, socks, shirt, and pants. Without hesitation, I remove my briefs exposing my below average flaccid penis. I stand there completely normally, not even trying to cover up! Then I hear Dr. Jasmine quietly laughing and says, ” HAHAHA, oh Matthew, you white boys are all the same, lacking a little in the manhood department. Oh, well, I figured as much. Now you must move that coffee table next to you and do 50 jumping jacks!”

Watching in horror, I see that I move the coffee table and start doing the 50 jumping jacks as Dr. Jasmine must have been looking on watching my 2 inch dick and balls flop around. At jumping jack number 50, I stop and stand up straight, awaiting the next instruction.

“Now, Matt, that was very entertaining, but I have a much better idea for you. Go into the top drawer of the coffee table and grab your toy for this session and place it on the floor.” When I come back into the frame, I see that I grabbed an 8-inch black dildo with a suction cup on the back of it. I stick it to the floor and stand back up straight.

“Matthew, I want you to get on your hands and knees and start sucking on that dildo. Do it the way you would want me to suck on your tiny little cock, but get it all the way down your throat until your nose touches the floor.” Now, on my hands and knees and without hesitation, I watch myself start going to town on that rubber cock.

Other than the sound of Dr. Jasmine laughing and iPhone camera clicking sounds, all I hear is gagging and slurping sounds from me. After about 5 minutes of twisting my head, double handing, and drooling on the dildo, I hear Dr. Jasmine tell me to stop and look at her. On my knees and looking right at her (She is behind the camera so it looks like I am looking right at the camera) I notice that some time during giving that blowjob, I became erect. Dr. Jasmine notices and lets out a hefty laugh.

“HAHAHAHAHAHA, wow, Matthew, looks like you enjoyed that! That means you will really enjoy this next part. Now, since you lubed up that cock so nicely, I want you to sit on and ride that thing until you cum. I want that 8 inch cock to stretch your asshole and rub on your prostate until you cant take it anymore and you bust your load on the floor, but absolutely no touching your miserable excuse for a prick. Oh, and do it all with a smile and look of ecstasy on your face!”

At her instruction, I watch as I impale myself on the dildo. It looks as if it goes in with little effort because my ass goes smoothly to the floor with the dildo going all the way in, all while I am making a goofy looking smile on my face and looking like I am in the most pleasurable state of my life.

Once I’m all the way down, I put my hands on my knees for support, spread my legs wide, and start going up and down on the dildo. I look awkward, but I find a rhythm while I hear Dr. Jasmine cheering me on. “Good boy! Take that cock all the way in. Yeaaahhh, that’s it. Wow, look at your cocklet, it looks about ready to explode! I want you to cum soon Matthew. Cum for me!”

After about a minute of vigorously riding the dildo, I fear Dr. Jasmine is right because my smile goes even wider, I cross my eyes, and let out a girly moan. At the same time, rope after rope of cum starts spewing out over the hardwood floor, all with my hands on my knees not even touching my cock! After about the 10th orgasmic burst, I hear Dr. Jasmines voice behind the camera again.

“Good boy! I bet that felt amazing, but you left such a mess all over my clean floor. Now you must get back on your hands and knees and lick up all of your cum from my floor. It must be spotless.”

For the first time since the video started, Dr. Jasmine removed the camera from her desk so she could manually get a close up shot of my face licking up all of the cum from the floor. I don’t know how she did it, but she wound up getting the perfect shot of me licking up the cum, my tiny cock still dripping, and the massive dildo behind me, still glistening from my saliva and ass juices.

After she believed the floor was clean enough, she told me to stop and stand up. “Now, Matthew, for your next task, I want you to pick up that dildo and go put it in the backseat of your car.” After picking up the dildo, I start walking through the house and to the front door, all still nude! Seemingly as though without a care in the world, I walk outside in the suburb to my car completely naked, put the dildo in the backseat, and start walking back, all while Dr. Jasmine films me from the front door.

After I make my way back inside, Dr. Jasmine tells me to get dressed and lie down. After I put all my clothes back on and lay down, I heard her voice once again.

“Matthew, that was very fun and entertaining to watch, but our time is coming to an end. While you are still hypnotised, I just want you to know that I own you now. I have copies of this video and will spread them online if need be. People will think you are a sissy nudist and a creep. However, no one needs to know as long as you keep coming back for weekly sessions. I will use and humiliate you for my own personal entertainment and may even involve other people if I see fit.

Now, I am going to wake you up, but whenever you lay back down on this couch in the future, you will automatically fall into this trance, and when you do, well, you know there is no saying no to me. Aaaaand, WAKE up, Matt.” My eyes open, and the video ends.

Shit, hypnosis is real, and sometime while watching that, I came in my pants. Looks like this is my life now…

 

The End.

 

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