DISCLAIMER: Hypnosis does not work this way, so don't try this at home. I am not a hypnotherapist, and they do not work this way.
Although I am a psychologist by trade, a highly skilled and recommended one. I found even nowadays, it is hard to make ends meet, therefore I sought other opportunities to earn extra money. I quickly learned there is quite a market for beautiful young women. There are many who see me, who left home to come to the big city to make it. They have no family and a few friends. In other words, perfect candidates.
The first contact I had with Brooke Hansen, she called my office. She was a nice girl, but her problem was commitments, and not in a relationship. Just commitments. She would always show up late or space out and forget about dates all together. It was destroying her personal life.
"Normally I wouldn't think of a hypnotherapist for something like this," her worried voice said over the phone. "But I'm desperate."
"Come in tomorrow, at nine, and I'll see what I can do," I said.
The following morning, I had Brooke scheduled till noon and I was right to leave it open. At ten-thirty or so, she arrived. I watched as this slim redhead in her mid-twenties walked in. She looked like a modern day hippy, in a tie-dyed shirt and a sarong skirt. "Sorry I'm late," she said.
"Don't worry about it," I smiled. "I know you have a problem with punctuality so I left the day pretty much open for you."
"Thank you," she smiled and sat down in the chair by the door, looking around my spacious office. In the room about thirty feet long with large picture windows looking out over the city. There was various kinds of furniture and plants all over the room.
"You like the room?" she nodded. "It's important for the patient to be comfortable." I reached into a desk drawer and pulled out some papers. "These are just standard forms. Since I will be inside your mind, these are the legal forms to protect me." I handed the clipboard to her. "I need your signature and the date here, here and here," I told her as I leafed through them. She quickly signed them and handed them back to me, not bothering to read through them. Noticing this, I reached into the bottom drawer and pulled out another form. "This is a standard contract saying you will continue to see me and follow through with this therapy." Again she signed and dated it without bothering to look at it. I smiled. The contract would be the start of her new life.
"Now, just pick a chair or sofa, get comfortable and we'll begin." Brooke quickly sat down in a recliner, put her feet up and leaned back. "Ready?"
"Yeah," she said. I went over to the desk and pulled out a hypodermic needle, keeping it hidden from Brooke's eyes.
"Brooke, I'm going to give you a mild sedative, it will help you into trance easier. OK?"
"OK," she said. I saw her fingers twitch as I injected her. I waited a few moments for the drug to get into her system.
"How do you feel?"
"OK," she smiled. Her answer was a little slow and she seemed relaxed.
"Good." I held up a small black stick with a fiery diamond attached to the end of it. "Now, Brooke, just think of sleep now. Think that you want to go sleep." I watch as she relaxed even more. "You're very tired. Your body is going limp and your eyes are getting heavy. Just think of sleep now, that you're very tired and you want to sleep." I watched her eyes flutter as I commanded, "You're so very tired. Your eyelids are getting heavier and heavier. You just want to close your heavy eyelids and go to sleep. Your eyes are closing." Her eyes were now closed.
"You're very tired now, and you're going into a deep sleep. Brooke, you're going into a deep sleep now. You will be in a deep comfortable sleep until I command you to wake up. Now Brooke, I'm going to count to twenty and when I get to twenty you will take a deep breath and stay asleep until I tell you to wake up." I counted and when I finished, Brooke took a deep breath and was silent. I had her. I felt my member stiffen at the thought of this beautiful girl spellbound in front of me. But I would have to do some reprogramming before I took her. I gave her a test, by having her take off her shoes.
Brooke was in a deep somnambulistic trance. I had her walking around the room, eyes open. "Brooke is easy to control," I said to myself, but I'm sure she heard it. Just making her easier to control in the future. Now to fix her problem with being late. "If you miss a date, your mind will remember and your stomach will cramp up. Do you understand?
"Yes."
"And you will never be late again."
"Never."
"Now, Brooke, I am a doctor and I must examine you. Please remove all of your clothes."
She pulled off her skirt and blouse and quickly followed with her bra and panties. There she she stood, naked before me, completely under my control. I looked her over. A very nice body. Her breasts were slightly larger then I thought. Her ass was nice and tight. I looked at the small camera in the upper corner of the room. She should fetch quite a price.
"Brooke, are you a virgin?"
"No."
"How many times have you had sex?"
"Eight."
"With how many men?"
"One, my former boyfriend."
"Have you ever had anal sex?"
"Once."
"With your boyfriend?"
"Yes." That would take her price down a little, but not too much. I had her redress.
"You have done well, Brooke. I am going to give you a treat." I unzipped my pants and my cock sprang to attention. I pointed to my penis. "Brooke this is candy, it is very sweet. Suck on it and you will enjoy it." She dropped to her knees, and went to work on me. Whenever I give the patients a 'treat' like this I wonder if any part of their mind knows what's happening, since Brooke sucked me off with incredible skill. After a few moments, I shot my load into her mouth and she hungrily swallowed. "Yes, Brooke, that was the sweetest thing you ever tasted. You hope to have more." I was about to wake her up when I remembered another command I wanted to give her.
"Brooke, you don't like to wear skirts, you like to wear tight pants. Now, Brooke I want you to wake up. When you wake up you will not remember anything of what happened today. Whenever you hear me say the phrase, sleep now Brooke, you will return to this deep state of relaxation. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Good. One...two...three...four...five, wake now."
She blinked a few times, "Wow. How'd it go?"
"We had a very good session today," I smiled as she got up.
"I'll see you tomorrow at nine."
"Sure," she smiled as she walked out the door.
The next day Brooke arrived at just five after nine, and she sat down on the chair. "My stomach's in knots," she said.
"Are you ready?" I asked after she had a few minutes to calm down. "Today we'll work on reasons why you are late. OK?"
"Yes."
"Good. Sleep now, Brooke." She was in a deep trance again.
"Now, Brooke, do you know why you are late?"
"No," she responded.
"You are late to jobs, dates with friends and dates with men, correct?"
"Yes."
"Brooke, I think you are late to your jobs because you feel you don't belong there. I think you forget dates with friends because you feel they are not really your friends. Do you understand?"
"Yes," she replied, not knowing where this was leading.
"Do you agree with me?"
"Yes," she repeated. I smiled. She was already agreeing with me. Brooke would be a very good addition to my 'clientele.'
"Now Brooke, you are late for dates because you feel none of these men are right for you, yes?"
"Yes." I just about had her.
"Yet when you are with these men, you want them to be happy. That is why you do not want to be late?"
"Yes."
"Brooke, do you have a sense of purpose in your life?"
"No."
"Brooke, what if I told you you had a purpose in life. That purpose was to please men. Would you agree with me?"
"I don't know."
Just a little more, I thought to myself. "Brooke. You came to me to stop being late. Being late displeases men. You also are wearing tights. They show off your body very well. This pleases men. You like to please men don't you? You want them to be happy?"
"Yes."
"Well Brooke, I think you have always wanted to please men and you are just now discovering that this is your purpose in life. Do you agree?"
"Yes," she said. Her mind was like clay. I took her deeper before I began giving her new commands.
"Brooke, tonight you will test this idea. You will put on a tight shirt without a bra. You will wear thong underwear and tight jeans and go to one of the local bars tonight. You will enjoy the men hitting on you. Their comments and pinches will bring you pleasure. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Good. Now I will give you a treat." I unzipped my pants again and Brooke was busy sucking and licking away until I came and she hungrily gulped down her 'reward'.
"Good. One...two...three...four...five, wake now."
Brooke blinked a few times and looked at me. "How was it?"
"It was a good session today," I smiled.
"Great!" she smiled, standing up. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"See you tomorrow," I said, giving her a pinch on the ass as she left.
The following morning, right at nine, Brooke was there.
"I'm ready. I feel great. I said I was gonna go for a drink at six last night and that's when I went."
"You had fun?" I asked.
"Yeah. You're really changing my life."
"In more ways then you can imagine," I smiled, "Sleep now, Brooke."
Brooke's eyes fluttered shut and she stood motionless before me. "Open your eyes and follow me." I commanded as I walked over to the desk. I turned around and looked her over. tight white shirt, there was no bra so I could see her erect nipples through her shirt in the cold room. She was also wearing very tight jeans with no visible panty line.
"You like strutting your little candy ass around for the men, don't you Brooke?" I asked.
"Yes."
"You discovered I was right. Your purpose in life is to please men."
"Yes."
"You want to fulfill your purpose in life, don't you Brooke?"
"Yes."
"I can make it possible for you to fulfill that purpose. Would you like that?"
"Yes." I smiled and walked over to my desk. I looked up at the camera. Then I picked up my phone and dialed the number extension to speak to my 'clients'.
"Well?"
"We like her. She is quite easily hypnotized, and controlled. You'll be pleased to know we can fetch several hundred thousand dollars." I smiled, with my twenty-five percent commission, Brooke would be very profitable to me.
"When do you want her?"
"Have her at the drop-off point in six hours. Have her tattooed by then as well."
"You got it," I smiled as I hung up. I hit the cutoff switch killing the video feed. I hit the intercom and called my receptionist. "Maria, te deseo," I said using her trigger phrase. Maria entered with a blank look on her face. Maria was a blonde Cuban with brown eyes, full breasts and a very nice ass. She was also the first woman I enslaved and has served me quite well over the years. I also programmed her with skills that I need like tattooing.
"Brooke, I need you to undress and lay on your stomach." She obeyed and I handed Maria the tattooing equipment. Maria went to work marking Brooke's name, birthday and a serial number onto Brooke's left buttock.
"Thank you Maria, you have done well," I took the needle back. "You will return to your desk. The instant you leave this room, you will awake and remember nothing. I gave her a smack on the ass as she left.
My attention turned back to Brooke. I went over to the desk and pulled out some K-Y jelly and lubed up her rear end. "You will find this very pleasurable." I slowly pushed my member into that beautiful behind, thrusting and pumping until I felt myself come, shooting my load deep into her ass. She sreamed as an orgasm ripples through her, just as I was at the peak of my own.
Finally I pulled myself out of her and cleaned us both up and had her dress. Shortly thereafter I was dressed and driving Brooke to the pickup point.
That was how I sold Brooke into white slavery. She was sold to an Indonesian businessman for $854,000. A quarter of that paid for my Aegean villa. I take Maria there quite often. I'm thinking about taking another girl for myself. I can afford it.