The head-doctor invited him into her office. She gestured to the sofa and moved her chair so that she would be in his... field of view. Her long lithe body, dressed in a tight-fitting suit, swayed seductively as she pulled against its weight.
She sat down slowly, as his eyes moved over her, into that padded chair and with deliberately, painfully, lethargic grace crossed her legs, briefly showing him some pantie and some petal press.
She took out her steno pad. Breathing slowly and deeply. Running her fingers through her long silkly fragrant hair. Her full lips opened and a wicked tongue parted them wider as it flicked the tip of her pen a few times. She jotted down a few quick notes. Then set down the steno pad on the desk next to her.
She arranged the creases and slits in her oh so formal attire to her satisfaction.
Her (with slow, deliberate, pace and deep pitch) "Good afternoon... Relax for me. Regress for a moment to a simpler, happier time in your life. When your worries have left you, tell me why you have come to my office today."
Him (after taking her advice and calming down a bit) "My girlfriend is driving me crazy. She does nothing sexual."
She crossed her fingers. She raised one eyebrow. She opened her full lips again and slowly licked them with that dangerous tongue. Then...
Her "Oh really?"
Him "Yeah! I don't get it. We've been on a couple dates now and I've seen nothing man."
Her "Let me put you under hypnosis. I find this technique often has a very big payoff"
So she swished and swayed over to her desk, her short skirt doing incredible things as it moved up and down, side to side. She took out a gold timepiece on a chain and walked with easy steps toward him again. Her breath did electric things to the hairs on his arms and neck as she drew close and let that pendulum swing.
He gave her, very slowly, all the details of his dates with his girlfriend. He gave her a very complete description of what she wore, how she acted, her mannerisms.
As his voice droned out the details, the good doctor listened, becoming more and more excited. Her breathing changed. Her eyes rolled up a little in her head. She began to stroke herself. She had such a vivid picture of it all. That woman in her vision was making her insane.
The long session continued as the sun went down. She came over and over. She would briefly regress him back a little and repeat especially good bits. She drank wine. She took notes.
She wrote down the phone number of the woman, the girlfriend, coaxed from the subconscious of her boyfriend.
Finally, she arranged herself in the chair again and reluctantly brought him out of it.
Him "So doctor. What did you learn."
Her "I am sorry. I cannot help you. All I can do is encourage you to be more aware of your surroundings."
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