The Hypnotherapist

Today was a day that she never knew would come. Lisa had a fear of rejection deep-seated from her childhood. Over the years trauma had built up and had put a block between her and the advancement of relationships and she wanted it to be over and done with. She'd decided to seek help from a hypnotherapist that came highly recommended, who claimed he could block those traumatic memories and enable her confidence to a point where she could command any room she was in. While that wasn't her primary reason for seeking his services, what could it hurt?

She walked through the large glass doors into Dr Vance's reception area and signed in. The receptionist confirmed her appointment and asked her to fill out some paperwork while she waited. The standard insurance forms of course, but one document was very interesting as it asked her to circle words that she desired to define her. To build her ideal self… she circled several things such as: secure, confident, beautiful, trustworthy, caring, loving, and responsible. But a few words she circled triggered something within her, like: sexy, daring, insatiable, and submissive. She turned in the paperwork and waited to be called back.

While she waited, she browsed instagram, Facebook, and reddit. She gave some likes and laughs, and plunged down the rabbit hole of reddit's sexual side. She read stories about women being shared by multiple men and as much as she knew her husband's desire for that, she knew it would never happen. Be it her upbringing or her conviction, she couldn’t bring herself to actually take part, regardless of how hot it seemed. Just then the receptionist called her name, and guided her down the short hallway to the second room on the right. The nameplate on the door read "Dr. Howard Vance'' and she walked in as it swung open to the left. Dr Vance greeted her and asked her to take a seat on the sofa across from his chair. He wore a white coat like most Dr's do, and his name was embroidered on the left breast. Only, he wore a sweater and jeans rather than scrubs, and traded the stethoscope for a pen and pad. They sat and chatted for a few minutes before he began to delve into her reason for being there.

"Ok Lisa, help me understand what you're hoping to gain from our session today, and let's define it on a spectrum if you will… worst case scenario, best case scenario, and an acceptable compromise somewhere in between. Can you do that for me?"

Lisa described her fear of rejection and how she felt it had impacted her life, from relationships to decisions she's made and potentially held back on, to her lack of confidence in certain areas. Specifically not feeling sexy or desirable regardless of what her husband told her… she talked about wanting the willpower to stick to her eating plan and workout routine to lose weight. To take care of herself first and not put her family and others before her.

"Well I think we can achieve some of these things today!" Dr Vance claimed. "But it's important we look at them on a spectrum as I described. So what's acceptable to you in terms of success here? Are you OK with feeling more confidence even if you are rejected? Or do you need to be able to look at that rejection in its face, and have it out on the spot?"

"Oh, I'm not interested in fighting it out. I'd be perfectly fine just not caring if I actually was rejected, or overlooked, or dismissed, or misjudged."

"Perfect!" he exclaimed. "Your mindset and expectations are in alignment with reality. Those are expectations we can meet soon, if not today!"

He sat her back on the couch and asked her to lie down with her hands at her sides. Fully relaxed, and to envision herself sinking down deeper into the cushion. His tone was soothing yet commanding and the subtle music of a string quartet played quietly behind him. He spoke directly and guided her mentally into a dreamscape through a beautiful garden to a bench next to a pond being fed by a babbling brook. It was so peaceful and serene she lost her sense of surroundings and wondered how she'd gotten there. She could hear Dr Vance's voice but couldn't see him anywhere, but somehow that didn't concern her. It seemed fine and perfectly normal for some reason. She couldn't quite make out what he was saying as it sounded so distant. But she felt so peaceful she decided to close her eyes and sit back on the bench for a spell.

SNAP!!!

She was suddenly back on Dr Vance's couch and he was asking her if she'd like a cookie or snack of some sort before she left…

"Um, no thank you. It's not on my meal plan. I have to stay focused to reach that goal."

Dr Vance grinned and nodded in agreement. He told her to book a secondary appointment on her way out, for three weeks. If it wasn't needed she could cancel, and if she felt no real change had happened the next appointment was free of charge. She gathered her purse and coat and headed back up front. She shook his hand and thanked him for his time. She noticed he had a firm grip, a very nice smile, a close trimmed beard over his chiseled jawline, and he was quite handsome. He must've been in his late 40s or early 50s. No ring on his finger, as if that were important. As she walked towards the receptionist area she noticed the clasp on her bra had come undone. She snuck into the bathroom, reached under her shirt and clasped the plastic hook together between her breasts. Odd? Maybe, but no big deal. She booked her next appointment up front before heading out to run some errands before going home.

She’d had the last appointment of the day, after she was done with work, and didn’t realize it would take quite as long as it had. It was almost 7PM. Had she really been there for two hours? It certainly didn’t seem like it. She had to run by the store for a wine pickup, and the car needed gas, but she figured her husband would take care of that next time he went out. She pulled into the store parking lot and found a place up front to park. She made her way to the Wine & Spirits section. There were only two bottles of her wine on the shelf, and she stepped out to the desk to find the clerk. He was a young man, mid twenties, goatee, well built. She motioned towards him and he stepped over to her aisle…

“There’s only two bottles of the Bogle here. Any chance you have some in the back?” she asked.

“I’m not sure, but I’m happy to check for a stunning lady such as yourself,” he replied.

Just then she felt a bit hazy, and looked in her cart to see 6 bottles in her carrier. Her shirt was twisted and pulled slightly to the left. She felt saliva on her chin and wiped it away with her sleeve. As she pulled her shirt straight she felt the waistline of her leggings were rolled over, and that seemed unusual.

“Is there anything else I can get for you, maam?”

“Uh, no. I guess not. Thanks again.”

“Oh, it was my pleasure, I assure you. Please come back anytime. I’m happy to help!”

She headed to the self checkout confused and looked at her apple watch to see it was now 7:47PM. How did she lose the last 40 minutes in the wine section? She didn’t even remember the clerk leaving to get the wine, let alone bring it back to her. And what happened to her clothing? None of this made any sense. Regardless, she needed to head home. She checked out and got in the car. She sent her husband a message saying she was running behind but would be home shortly. It had started to rain and she hated driving in the rain at night.

She pulled into the garage and stepped into the house. Her husband had her dinner ready and was placing it on the table for her. She put her wine in the butlers pantry and sat down to eat. She chatted with him about her appointment and mentioned how bizarre it was at the store and she wasn’t quite sure what’d happened. She finished eating, and headed upstairs to change and use the bathroom. As she went to the bathroom and pulled down her pants, she noticed her panties were very wet, with white stains inside them. She hadn’t remembered being aroused at any point earlier, but she also couldn’t remember a decent chunk of time. So she shrugged it off and changed into her PJ’s. She wore a green short and top set her husband had gotten her, and headed downstairs. She was looking forward to relaxing as she and hubby could have the night to themselves mostly. As she stepped off the last step there was a knock at the door…

She looked through the window to see a UPS driver holding a large box. She opened the door to see a man, over 6 feet tall, broad shoulders, thirty something…

“Hello, what have you got there?” She asked.

“Good evening! I’m sorry I’m running behind tonight. You’re my last stop. I didn’t want to leave this on the porch to get soaked in the rain, can I bring it in for you?”

“Sure” she said as she stepped back and opened the door.

He stepped into the entryway and sat the box down to the right. He stood up and took a brief look around. Her husband walked around from where he was sitting on the couch just as the driver spoke again…

“You have a stunning home! It’s really beautiful.”

Just then her husband witnessed something that shocked him. She dropped to her knees and reached for the UPS driver’s belt and began to unbuckle it. He stepped towards her and closed the door behind him. The driver looked at her, and then her husband. Her husband, eyes wide open, shrugged as if to say “I dunno” as she unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. She began sucking the tip of his limp dick, and she felt it grow and stiffen in her mouth. She worked it like a professional, licking it from top to bottom, and shoving it to the back of her throat. She took all 7 inches or more inside her mouth as if she’d never had a gag reflex, and tried to swallow him whole. Her husband watched in shock and awe. He was both jealous, and extremely turned on at the same time. He walked up beside her, put his hand on her shoulder and said…

“Lisa, babe, what are you doing?”

She ignored him, and continued to let the UPS man thrust into her throat. She was moaning now, and gasping for air. The driver was moaning as well, and announced his desire to cum.

“Yes, cum for me!” she exclaimed… “Cum on my tits!”

She pulled her shirt down and held her tits up for him. She squeezed them together and pulled on her hardening nipples. The UPS man stroked himself as she licked the tip of his cock, and then exploded all over her chest. Covering her in hot sticky cum, as it ran down over her nipples and pooled inside her cleavage. Suddenly, she pulled her shirt up, stood up, and stared at him. He zipped and buckled his pants, and thanked her profusely.

“Is that all then?” She said… “Just the one box?”

“Yeah, that’s it… thanks again” he replied.

She let him out and thanked him for bringing the box in. As she closed the door she noticed her husband behind her.

“He was nice. Kind of him to not want our delivery to be soaked. Most people would’ve just left it in the rain.” she stated.

“Are you ok?” he replied. “That was an extreme way to thank someone for bringing a box inside for you. I mean, it was freaking amazing to watch but… what the hell, Lisa?”

“What are you talking about?” she stared blankly at him. “I said thanks like twice, and he left. Maybe I said it three times? That’s not extreme.”

“Um, babe… You literally spent the last ten minutes sucking his dick right here in our entryway. He came all over your tits!” he explained. “What? Don’t be so dramatic. Maybe in your dreams…”

He pulled her shirt down exposing her breasts, still dripping with the driver’s hot cum. She looked down in complete shock…

“WHAT???” There’s no way that happened… How did this get on me? What are you trying to pull?” she was mortified.

“Babe, I’m telling you… you let him in, he sat the box down and said something about the house, and you immediately dropped to your knees and started giving him head. I’ve never seen anything like that, especially from you!”

“I didn’t… I wouldn’t… I mean, did I? I don’t remember doing anything like that…” she was so confused.

She went to go clean up and they decided to call it a night early. Maybe some sleep would help her remember or understand what was going on. They headed to bed and cuddled and chatted a while in the dark. As she laid on her husband's arm he told her how hot it was to watch her suck some random guy off, and take his cum all over her chest. To watch her take what she wanted without any fear or remorse, and let the slut inside her out to play. He was getting hard as they talked about it. She began to get wet herself and could feel her pussy begin to tingle as he told her how hot she was, and described what she’d done in vivid detail for her.

She put her hand on his dick and began stroking it for him. She pulled his cock out of his boxer briefs and could feel his precum on the tip. She used his wetness to rub the tip of his cock and she heard him sigh. He played with her left nipple as she stroked him, and he squeezed and played with her breast. He thanked her for making his fantasy come true, even though she didn’t really intend to do so. Her pussy was soaked and she could feel her pulse in her clit. She needed his cock inside her immediately. She rose to her knees and pulled her panties off. He felt her creamy pussy and brought his fingers to his mouth to taste her. She was delicious. She straddled him and felt his hardness under her clit as she slid back and forth on him, using him like a dildo. She could feel the electricity build within her as she ground down on his dick, before she slipped it inside. Back and forth, in and out, she rode him hard and fast, then slow and deliberately. She could feel the head of his cock against her cervix, and rubbing against her g-spot. She felt the pressure building inside her body and knew she would cum soon.

She placed her hands on his shoulders and drove her hips down into his, grinding forward and back as his dick slipped in and out of her sopping wet hole. He could feel her juices dripping down his legs and over his balls. His excitement was unbound, and he was about to cum…

“You’re going to make me cum!” he said.

“Yes, cum in my pussy! Cum inside me.”

She ground harder and faster as she felt the electricity move from her pussy throughout her body as she began to convulse under the power of her own orgasm. She was gasping for air and moaning loudly as she commanded him again…

“Cum inside me!”

He did as he was asked, and shot his creamy load inside her, over and over again, his cum gushed into her pussy. She was filled with cum and could feel it leaking out of her as she settled down onto his chest to catch her breath.

After cleaning up, they chatted briefly again. She decided she would call Dr Vance and see if she could get in to see him immediately to figure out what was going on. Her husband agreed to go with her, so she would feel more comfortable. She drifted off to sleep as he played with her hair and caressed her back… hopefully tomorrow would bring some much needed answers....

To be continued….