I was disgusted with myself for the way I responded to the complaints as I read through them. As a member of the review board I was reading affidavit after affidavit from male patients of a psychiatrist who we were considering removing her board certification. She had built a relationship of trust with her patients and after she had that trust she hypnotized and seduced them.
What fascinated me was that none of the men remembered having sex with her until they met with another psychiatrist who helped them remember their sessions with Dr. Berg. She had been doing it for years and it was not until she got bold and had one of her patients go away with her for the weekend that he was able to recall everything and filed his complaint.
I had used hypnosis in my practice on many occasions and considered myself somewhat of an accomplished hypnotist. I am attractive enough to get a guy without hypnosis. What fascinated me was Dr. Berg was a younger attractive woman who probably did not need to hypnotize any of her patients to sleep with them. She had obviously enjoyed the control element and had let her obsession get the better of her.
As I read each case I realized I was getting really aroused. I gave myself a professional pep talk but as soon as I returned to my reading the arousal returned. I took off my glasses, rubbed my eyes and said, “I need to take a break.”
I set my reading glasses down and just as I stood up my doorbell rang. Living behind the protection of a gated community I was surprised to have an unannounced visitor but figured it was a neighbor or maybe the security guard from the gate. I opened the door and a gorgeous hunk of man was standing on my doorstep with a large case at his side.
He started out by saying, “Hi ma’am. I know you were not expecting anyone and probably did not want anyone to visit but if you give me five minutes of your time I will show you why the knives I am selling are the best in the world.”
He flashed his best smile at me so I looked at his name tag and said, “Okay Isaac, you have five minutes.”
He pulled out a knife and said, “I want you to think of your butcher knife sitting somewhere in your kitchen. Allow your mind to conjure up the image of your butcher knife and then compare it with my beautiful shiny knife. As you can see there is no comparison. You see that don’t you ma’am?”
The knife was spinning in a rhythmic fashion and he had lowered his voice an octave. I felt relaxed and comfortable with him and said, “Yes, I see that.”
Realizing how rude it was for me to leave this man on my porch I said, “Won’t you come in?”
The knife kept spinning and he said, “I’m sorry ma’am but we are not allowed inside a customer’s home. Now just relax as I tell you what a wonderful knife set I am selling. You do want to relax don’t you ma’am?”
I leaned into the door jam and said, “Yes Isaac, I want to relax.”
As the knife spun he began telling me about the engineering that went into creating the knife, he explained why it never needed to be sharpened and all sorts of wonderful things about the knives. Each point he followed up with the statement, “And that is why you just have to have these knives.”
My mind drifted along and as I repeated several times in my head, “I have to have these knives” it suddenly dawned on me what was happening. This man was hypnotizing me with his flashing knives. As it hit me I pulled my mind out of the trance he was weaving until he finished his sales pitch. Then he said, “So would you like to buy the whole set of these must have knives?”
I was blown away that this guy had actually used a mild form of hypnosis on my doorstep and even more blown away that I had gone into a light trance before I realized what was happening. Already aroused from my case review I found myself even more turned on and decided to use hypnosis for the first time ever for something other than professional reasons.
I said, “Hold on Isaac. Let me get my knives and compare them to your knives.”
As he tried to protest and convince me to come back I walked away and went into my kitchen. I pulled out my shiniest knife and went back to the door. I said, “Let me see your knife Isaac.”
He handed me the knife and I held it side by side with my knife. I could not spin the knives as he had since I was holding two but I began moving them back and forth the way one would if trying to signal a plane overhead with a reflection. Then I said, “I am not really seeing that big a difference between these two knives Isaac. Keep your right eye on the one knife and your left eye on the other. Notice that they are both very shiny and very sharp. Can you see that Isaac?”
Isaac shook his head and said yes but realizing the sale was not going the way he wanted he said, “But let me.”
I stopped him mid-sentence and said, “Now I listened to you so you owe me the courtesy. I can see you must work very hard going from house to house selling these knives. You look very tired to me Isaac, very tired. Just relax, look at the two knives and clear your mind of your sales pitch as you earnestly try to see a difference in these two knives. As you become more and more relaxed just lean into the door frame and relax even further.”
Isaac stepped to his right and leaned his right shoulder onto the door frame. He yawned and then sighed as his body seemed to lean heavier into the frame. I said, “Yes, you work so hard and you need to relax. It is so hard to look at two knives at the same time. It makes your eyes feel so heavy doesn’t it? Forget the silly rules your company has and sit down in the soft chair in my entryway. Come inside and relax even more Isaac.”
I slowly stepped backwards and he followed the knives into my entry way. I then said, “Sit down in my soft chair and close your heavy eyes. When your butt meets the seat you will close your eyes and rest from your travels. Now sit.”
He sat down, his eyes closed and his head flopped over to one side of my chair. I said, “Very good Isaac. Now you wish for me to deepen your sleep so you can relax even more. I want you to picture a spinning knife in your mind. See it turning and flashing its mesmerizing reflection. The knife is beginning to shrink in size and as it shrinks you go deeper and deeper into your state of relaxation, deeper and deeper. The smaller the knife gets the deeper you go. Yes Isaac, just let go and go deeper and deeper into your trance.”
I watched as his breathing slowed and his eyes fluttered behind closed lids. I said, “The knife is going to disappear now and when it does you will be deeply hypnotized and completely under my power. Watch as the knife shrinks and shrinks. Now watch as it disappears and you give me complete control of your mind. You are mine now Isaac and will obey me without question. What will you do?”
Isaac immediately answered, “I will obey you without question.”
I said, “Isaac, tell me the truth now. Did you know you were hypnotizing people with your knives or did you suspect anything unusual?”
He replied, “No ma’am. I was only doing as we were taught in our training classes. But I suspected the flashing knives had some type of relaxing effect on people.”
I said, “And how did you find this company or how did they find you?”
Isaac replied, “I answered an advertisement for male and female models or aspiring models to earn extra money selling home essentials.”
I said, “Interesting. They hire attractive men and women who immediately put the person at ease and then use covert hypnosis to entice their victims to buy a whole set. What would have these knives have cost me my dear slave?”
Isaac said, “$500 plus another $250 for shipping and handling.”
I said, “You were going to charge me $750 for a set of knives. You deserve to be punished. Call me mistress and tell me you deserve to be punished.”
Isaac showed the struggle on his face. The idea of calling a stranger mistress and being punished by her obviously violated something in his inner being. He finally replied, “I deserve to be punished mistress.”
I decided to use a few drugs to enhance his experience and got out my trusty bag of goodies. After a nice injection to lower his resistance even more I said, “You are beginning to feel the warmth and comfort of an injection I gave you. It is a powerful love potion that reduces your willpower to nothing and leaves you at my disposal to do anything I want with you. Can you feel that slave?”
This time there was no struggle at all as he replied, “Yes mistress.”
I said, “You will be asked to perform tasks in the next few hours. Each task will be more demanding and hopefully more degrading. As you perform each task and submit to my will you will become more and more submissive towards me and will also fall deeper and deeper in love with me. When you leave here in the morning there will be no other woman for you except me, your new mistress. Do you understand slave?”
There was only slight hesitation as my captivated salesman replied, “Yes mistress.”
I said, “When I count to three you will awaken from your trance recalling with vivid recollection that I hypnotized you and drugged you making you my slave in the process. You will immediately remove your clothes and assume a lying down position over my knees so that I may properly punish you for trying to hypnotize me at my door and sell me overpriced knives. As always, anything I do to you or make you do to me will cause you to become more submissive and more in love.”
I am not into sadism so the spanking I gave him was more to establish my authority and teach him to submit than it was to inflict pain. I spanked him for quite some time but barely turned his ass red. When I was finished I said, “Who do you belong to slave?”
He said, “I belong to you mistress.”
I stood up, removed my clothes and said, “Kiss my feet slave. And when I tell you to begin moving up my legs kissing and licking as you go until you arrive at my pussy. Then and only when I give you permission, you will lick my pussy and worship my pussy.”
Isaac went to his knees and began kissing my feet. To be honest I am not really into foot worship but there was something do damn erotic about having this gorgeous guy helpless kneeling before me and kissing my feet. By time he got to my knees I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed his ears and said, “Skip the rest babe and get to my pussy.”
He said, “Yes mistress, as you wish” and immediately went to work on my oral pleasure.
As the pleasure intensified my mind went back to Dr. Berg and her board certification. I could now see why she had used her position to hypnotize and have sex with men. It was not just the physical pleasure I was enjoying. I was really enjoying the way he helplessly kneeled before me and worshipped my pussy as if nothing else in life mattered. I could make him do anything and this knowledge brought greater pleasure to an already very pleasurable experience.
I finally said, “Finish me off slave. Make me cum and then I will take you to my bedroom and make you cum.”
I pushed his head between my legs and let myself slip into a sea of ecstasy. When I was finished I looked down at my new slave and said, “Now let’s go to the bedroom so I can reward my slave for a job well done.”
He stood up and when I saw his package I said, “On second thought, you will make love to me and will not cum until I have had a chance to enjoy you inside of me. But let me make this clear slave. You will never penetrate me or cum without my permission. Is that clear?”
He looked at me with a combination of love, lust and obedience and said, “Yes mistress, perfectly clear.”
I took him to my bedroom, made him ravage my body one more time and then damn near put him into a coma screwing his brains out. When I awoke in the morning I decided that Dr. Berg could keep her certification and decided that I might want to go out to lunch with her someday and compare notes.