Re: The Hypnotherapist F/M
Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2023 10:28 am
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When he woke he was in his bedroom, although he had no recollection of how he got there. He could feel he was naked under the duvet but he could also see that his own clothes were on the chair at the end of the bed.
Standing next to the chair was the Doctor, he didn’t know her name. Clare smiled at him; ‘Michael I am pleased to say you have been a model patient. The techniques we have used over the period you have been here have worked. You seem to sleep better and each of my colleagues reports positive progress as a result of the sessions.’
Mike was pleased although he wasn’t sure what they had actually done as his memory seemed somewhat hazy. But she was right he had slept well.
‘I will send all the results to Doctor Ruth; any questions you have later please don’t hesitate to contact her. In the meantime my colleagues will drive you home once you have dressed.’ She turned and left leaving him to get dressed.
The return in the minibus mirrored the original journey; he was made to wear the sleep mask and headphones.
Once he was dropped off at home and after Mike had watched the minibus disappear he went inside. His laptop was where he had left it as was his phone. He checked the messages and there were several from Wendy. He realised he hadn’t told her that he would be away.
He checked his emails, amazed his laptop had remained logged in all the time he was away, and then called Wendy to apologise. She didn’t ask where he had been but instead said the reason she had called him was to ask whether he wanted to go out to a party later that evening.
Normally he would say “no†to such an event, but something about the way she phrased the invite led him to say ‘OK’ this time.
Wendy said she would come round about 8pm.
He ate his first meal consisting of solid food for several days and contemplated whether the time at the clinic had been well spent. Apart from sleeping he couldn’t say he felt much better, in fact his brain still seemed somewhat confused, but he put that down to the liquid diet.
Wendy arrived at the agreed time carrying two carrier bags. When Mike asked what was in them she said; ‘I realised you wouldn’t have time to get a costume for tonight so I brought some things for both of us.’
Mike hadn’t realised this was a fancy dress party and that meant he was even more unsure about going but Wendy kissed him and said it would be fun. ‘Consider it a way of giving up control’, she said brightly, adding ‘good things happen when you do that.’
After a quick drink Mike opened the bag containing “his†clothes and he coloured with embarrassment as he pulled out a cowboy outfit; check shirt, leather shorts, boots, hat and yellow bandana. He shook his head at the memory these clothes invoked but nevertheless he got changed. Wendy changed into her outfit which was a school girl uniform; grey pinafore, white shirt and white tights.
Wendy had booked an über to take them to the venue for the party and although they arrived at 9pm it seemed like the party was already in full swing.
Given that he still wasn’t thinking clearly Mike decided not to drink alcohol but before he could say anything Wendy returned with some drinks. He drank the vodka cocktail not wanting to upset her.
They danced for a while and then she went off to the toilet. After a while, when she didn’t return, Mike went looking for her but she was nowhere to be seen.
He checked the rooms at the back of the property, most were empty but in one he was greeted by three women all probably in their late 30’s. ‘Come in and join us Cowboy’, one of them said raising a glass of some brightly coloured drink and the others laughed. Mike shook his head; ‘just looking for someone’, he said and turned to go.
He was grabbed from behind and dragged into the room and the door slammed shut. ‘That’s very rude’, a voice said spinning him around.
‘I think’, said one of the others; ‘our Cowboy visitor should be tied up and taught a lesson; don’t you ladies?’
The other two agreed but as Mike tried to back out of the room one of them said; ‘being restrained is not wrong you know; it’s simply a way of giving over control to others. Good things happen when you do that!’
The logic seemed perfectly reasonable to Mike, although he didn’t know why. ‘After all looking at the rope marks around your wrists it seems that you are no stranger to submitting to a bit of bondage!’ she remarked.
He allowed himself to be pulled over to the bed they had been sitting on. Up to that point he hadn’t really noticed that they were all wearing matching uniforms; Girl Guide uniforms at that and like his own clothes that stirred memories of Tina Beckett.
Rather than bad memories though he thought that; “as being restrained isn’t wrong its simply giving control away and by doing that good things happenâ€, what Tina did all those years ago wasn’t wrong after all!
‘Good job we have some rope!’ one of them laughed as she produced a large coil of coarse white rope. Mike was made to lean over the end of the bed with his stomach on the mattress and the rope was used to tie his wrists up to the iron frame at the other end.
‘The Cowboy is roped into submission’, one of them said slapping his bottom. He felt hands around his waist and the shorts were pulled down along with his pants. His legs were spread and he gasped as a finger probed his anus.
‘Please don’t do that’, he said and they laughed. ‘You’re not really in a position to stop us’, someone said. He continued to protest and one of them whispered something and before he could resist his head was yanked up from the bed by his hair and his mouth was packed with three pairs of warm knickers.
As a hand remained clamped over his mouth he heard the tearing of duct tape and soon several layers were wrapped around his head sealing the material in his mouth. ‘That’s much quieter’, one of them said and the others laughed.
More probing of his anus followed and whilst that went on he couldn’t see that one of the women had buckled a harness around her waist.
She screwed a large phallus to it. The solid rubber penis was anatomically correct except that running around its length in a spiral were a series of deep grooves. The woman liberally lubricated it before positioning herself between his legs.
Mike felt the head of the phallus push inside and then as it entered the grooves rubbed the sensitive inside of his rectum. The woman pushed the phallus fully inside and then withdrew before driving in again. She kept this up for several minutes before she tired.
Mike was then untied and helped onto the bed and tied on his back to the four corners with the rope.
‘Being restrained is not wrong it’s simply a way of giving over control to others. Good things happen when you do that!’ one of the women said as she slipped the neckerchief from around her neck.
Whilst she spread it on his chest one of her other women took her necker, rolled it tightly and looped it around his testicles. Mike gasped when she tightened the loop and knotted it in place. His cock was now painfully erect.
The third woman pulled her necker off and wrapped it around his cock and then very gently teased him by rubbing it up and down the shaft. ‘Good things happen when you give away control’, she said as she kept up the gentle massage.
Mike tried to tell her he was desperate for the release but she ignored his muffled cries and carried on at her own pace.
Eventually though she took him over the edge and a large stream of sperm landed on the necker spread out on his chest.
As he lay back exhausted he was untied and the gag removed.
‘I think we’ve worn you out Cowboy. Perhaps one of us better take you home’, one of them said and he simply nodded; the alcohol was muddying his thoughts. One of the women pressed a glass to his lips. He drank the red liquid quickly, more to lubricate his mouth than anything, before he realised it contained alcohol.
The wet scarf was removed from his chest and before his could protest it was packed in his mouth and several turns of duct tape around this head ensured it was staying there. Almost immediately he could taste his own semen over the flavour of the drink he had just consumed.
They helped from the bed and although his tried to stop them his wrists were duct taped together. After his shorts were pulled up he was led out to a waiting car.
Instead of one of them driving him home the three of them got in the car. Later Mike wondered how they knew where he lived, but that thought didn’t occur to him at the time.
His key was in his pocket so the women led him inside and up to his bedroom.
He was pushed onto his bed and his shorts removed. One of the women removed his bandana; ‘good things happen when you give up control’, she said as she wrapped the cotton around his limp cock.
She ignored his whimpering through the cum soaked gag and carried on teasing him to an erection. Once he was firm she gently massaged it until finally she increased her speed and he cried out as he ejaculated into the bandana.
She wiped him dry and then pulled the duvet over him; ‘get some rest’, she said and he heard them leave. He was going to get up and free his wrists but tiredness took over and he was soon asleep. He didn’t know it but the red drink had concealed a crushed sleeping tablet.
It was very late the next morning when he woke. He felt better for the long sleep and it didn’t take long to find a knife and free himself. His thoughts also seemed much clearer. After dressing and eating breakfast he tried calling Wendy but a message said her mobile was turned off. He left a voicemail.
As he did most weekends he went online and checked his bank accounts and was astonished to find both the current account and his linked savings accounts were empty. The statement showed the money had been transferred whilst he was at the Clinic which was bizarre; and then he started to wonder about his laptop.
He rang Doctor Ruth and her phone went to voicemail. He got into his car and drove to her address and shook his head in disbelief as he found a “To Let†sign outside the door. The name plaque had also been removed.
He drove across town to Doctor Clare’s house and that too was deserted and also had a “To Let†sign outside. It started to dawn on him that he had been taken for a ride and in this case a very long ride and one that resulted in a very big financial loss for him.
Could he, or indeed should he contact the Police. He didn’t know what to do.
THE END
When he woke he was in his bedroom, although he had no recollection of how he got there. He could feel he was naked under the duvet but he could also see that his own clothes were on the chair at the end of the bed.
Standing next to the chair was the Doctor, he didn’t know her name. Clare smiled at him; ‘Michael I am pleased to say you have been a model patient. The techniques we have used over the period you have been here have worked. You seem to sleep better and each of my colleagues reports positive progress as a result of the sessions.’
Mike was pleased although he wasn’t sure what they had actually done as his memory seemed somewhat hazy. But she was right he had slept well.
‘I will send all the results to Doctor Ruth; any questions you have later please don’t hesitate to contact her. In the meantime my colleagues will drive you home once you have dressed.’ She turned and left leaving him to get dressed.
The return in the minibus mirrored the original journey; he was made to wear the sleep mask and headphones.
Once he was dropped off at home and after Mike had watched the minibus disappear he went inside. His laptop was where he had left it as was his phone. He checked the messages and there were several from Wendy. He realised he hadn’t told her that he would be away.
He checked his emails, amazed his laptop had remained logged in all the time he was away, and then called Wendy to apologise. She didn’t ask where he had been but instead said the reason she had called him was to ask whether he wanted to go out to a party later that evening.
Normally he would say “no†to such an event, but something about the way she phrased the invite led him to say ‘OK’ this time.
Wendy said she would come round about 8pm.
He ate his first meal consisting of solid food for several days and contemplated whether the time at the clinic had been well spent. Apart from sleeping he couldn’t say he felt much better, in fact his brain still seemed somewhat confused, but he put that down to the liquid diet.
Wendy arrived at the agreed time carrying two carrier bags. When Mike asked what was in them she said; ‘I realised you wouldn’t have time to get a costume for tonight so I brought some things for both of us.’
Mike hadn’t realised this was a fancy dress party and that meant he was even more unsure about going but Wendy kissed him and said it would be fun. ‘Consider it a way of giving up control’, she said brightly, adding ‘good things happen when you do that.’
After a quick drink Mike opened the bag containing “his†clothes and he coloured with embarrassment as he pulled out a cowboy outfit; check shirt, leather shorts, boots, hat and yellow bandana. He shook his head at the memory these clothes invoked but nevertheless he got changed. Wendy changed into her outfit which was a school girl uniform; grey pinafore, white shirt and white tights.
Wendy had booked an über to take them to the venue for the party and although they arrived at 9pm it seemed like the party was already in full swing.
Given that he still wasn’t thinking clearly Mike decided not to drink alcohol but before he could say anything Wendy returned with some drinks. He drank the vodka cocktail not wanting to upset her.
They danced for a while and then she went off to the toilet. After a while, when she didn’t return, Mike went looking for her but she was nowhere to be seen.
He checked the rooms at the back of the property, most were empty but in one he was greeted by three women all probably in their late 30’s. ‘Come in and join us Cowboy’, one of them said raising a glass of some brightly coloured drink and the others laughed. Mike shook his head; ‘just looking for someone’, he said and turned to go.
He was grabbed from behind and dragged into the room and the door slammed shut. ‘That’s very rude’, a voice said spinning him around.
‘I think’, said one of the others; ‘our Cowboy visitor should be tied up and taught a lesson; don’t you ladies?’
The other two agreed but as Mike tried to back out of the room one of them said; ‘being restrained is not wrong you know; it’s simply a way of giving over control to others. Good things happen when you do that!’
The logic seemed perfectly reasonable to Mike, although he didn’t know why. ‘After all looking at the rope marks around your wrists it seems that you are no stranger to submitting to a bit of bondage!’ she remarked.
He allowed himself to be pulled over to the bed they had been sitting on. Up to that point he hadn’t really noticed that they were all wearing matching uniforms; Girl Guide uniforms at that and like his own clothes that stirred memories of Tina Beckett.
Rather than bad memories though he thought that; “as being restrained isn’t wrong its simply giving control away and by doing that good things happenâ€, what Tina did all those years ago wasn’t wrong after all!
‘Good job we have some rope!’ one of them laughed as she produced a large coil of coarse white rope. Mike was made to lean over the end of the bed with his stomach on the mattress and the rope was used to tie his wrists up to the iron frame at the other end.
‘The Cowboy is roped into submission’, one of them said slapping his bottom. He felt hands around his waist and the shorts were pulled down along with his pants. His legs were spread and he gasped as a finger probed his anus.
‘Please don’t do that’, he said and they laughed. ‘You’re not really in a position to stop us’, someone said. He continued to protest and one of them whispered something and before he could resist his head was yanked up from the bed by his hair and his mouth was packed with three pairs of warm knickers.
As a hand remained clamped over his mouth he heard the tearing of duct tape and soon several layers were wrapped around his head sealing the material in his mouth. ‘That’s much quieter’, one of them said and the others laughed.
More probing of his anus followed and whilst that went on he couldn’t see that one of the women had buckled a harness around her waist.
She screwed a large phallus to it. The solid rubber penis was anatomically correct except that running around its length in a spiral were a series of deep grooves. The woman liberally lubricated it before positioning herself between his legs.
Mike felt the head of the phallus push inside and then as it entered the grooves rubbed the sensitive inside of his rectum. The woman pushed the phallus fully inside and then withdrew before driving in again. She kept this up for several minutes before she tired.
Mike was then untied and helped onto the bed and tied on his back to the four corners with the rope.
‘Being restrained is not wrong it’s simply a way of giving over control to others. Good things happen when you do that!’ one of the women said as she slipped the neckerchief from around her neck.
Whilst she spread it on his chest one of her other women took her necker, rolled it tightly and looped it around his testicles. Mike gasped when she tightened the loop and knotted it in place. His cock was now painfully erect.
The third woman pulled her necker off and wrapped it around his cock and then very gently teased him by rubbing it up and down the shaft. ‘Good things happen when you give away control’, she said as she kept up the gentle massage.
Mike tried to tell her he was desperate for the release but she ignored his muffled cries and carried on at her own pace.
Eventually though she took him over the edge and a large stream of sperm landed on the necker spread out on his chest.
As he lay back exhausted he was untied and the gag removed.
‘I think we’ve worn you out Cowboy. Perhaps one of us better take you home’, one of them said and he simply nodded; the alcohol was muddying his thoughts. One of the women pressed a glass to his lips. He drank the red liquid quickly, more to lubricate his mouth than anything, before he realised it contained alcohol.
The wet scarf was removed from his chest and before his could protest it was packed in his mouth and several turns of duct tape around this head ensured it was staying there. Almost immediately he could taste his own semen over the flavour of the drink he had just consumed.
They helped from the bed and although his tried to stop them his wrists were duct taped together. After his shorts were pulled up he was led out to a waiting car.
Instead of one of them driving him home the three of them got in the car. Later Mike wondered how they knew where he lived, but that thought didn’t occur to him at the time.
His key was in his pocket so the women led him inside and up to his bedroom.
He was pushed onto his bed and his shorts removed. One of the women removed his bandana; ‘good things happen when you give up control’, she said as she wrapped the cotton around his limp cock.
She ignored his whimpering through the cum soaked gag and carried on teasing him to an erection. Once he was firm she gently massaged it until finally she increased her speed and he cried out as he ejaculated into the bandana.
She wiped him dry and then pulled the duvet over him; ‘get some rest’, she said and he heard them leave. He was going to get up and free his wrists but tiredness took over and he was soon asleep. He didn’t know it but the red drink had concealed a crushed sleeping tablet.
It was very late the next morning when he woke. He felt better for the long sleep and it didn’t take long to find a knife and free himself. His thoughts also seemed much clearer. After dressing and eating breakfast he tried calling Wendy but a message said her mobile was turned off. He left a voicemail.
As he did most weekends he went online and checked his bank accounts and was astonished to find both the current account and his linked savings accounts were empty. The statement showed the money had been transferred whilst he was at the Clinic which was bizarre; and then he started to wonder about his laptop.
He rang Doctor Ruth and her phone went to voicemail. He got into his car and drove to her address and shook his head in disbelief as he found a “To Let†sign outside the door. The name plaque had also been removed.
He drove across town to Doctor Clare’s house and that too was deserted and also had a “To Let†sign outside. It started to dawn on him that he had been taken for a ride and in this case a very long ride and one that resulted in a very big financial loss for him.
Could he, or indeed should he contact the Police. He didn’t know what to do.
THE END
I somehow didn’t seethe ending coming!