A Story For Mike

A Story for Mike Nexis Pas (c) 2007 by the author

Part 1

Mike, come in, come in. I'm so glad you could drop by. It's been such a long time since your last visit. I do apologize for being out of touch. I was away. My email must have come as a surprise to you. You probably had to think twice when you saw the subject line. But I'm so glad you responded. And you showed up on time. You must have remembered that I value promptness. But then, you have always been courteous. That's one of the reasons I value you so highly.

I see that you are finding all of this a bit confusing. Perhaps you don't remember being here before. Perhaps you are wondering why you felt compelled to show up here. Just relax, Mike. There's nothing to worry about. We'll soon have you relaxed and comfortable again. You've been here many times before, even if you can't remember them right now.

Let me take your coat. You may find it a bit warm in the living room. There was a chill in the air, and I couldn't resist lighting a fire. It's the first time this fall. Last time you were here, we had a fire too. But I see that you don't remember. Don't worry about it, Mike. You feel no anxiety about this, however strange it must seem to you now.

I think you will find that chair very comfortable. Why don't you sit in it? Take off your shoes and put your feet up if you like. Just make yourself comfortable. I opened a bottle of that red wine you liked so much last time. It should have breathed enough by now. Let me pour a glass for you. It's such a beautiful colour, isn't it? Especially when you hold it up to the fire. The way the red glow of the flames dances through the wine. Just take a sip of the wine and savour it before you swallow. That's good, Mike. Just lean back and relax. Enjoy your wine. That's it. Sip it slowly. Just let it rest on your tongue a second before swallowing. Close your eyes and feel it as it slides over your tongue and down your throat. Very good, Mike. I see that you remember your previous lessons. I'm very happy to see that you remember your lessons so well.

Now open your eyes again and watch the flames in the fire. It's so relaxing just to watch the flames as they flicker and move. To watch them as they move about. Take another sip of wine. Good, good. Just relax, Mike. Let the chair support you. You've had a busy day. It's time to relax now. Just relax. Let your legs and feet just relax and let the chair support them. I'm going to take the glass from you now. Rest your elbows on the arms of the chair and place your hands in your lap. Just relax and watch the flames.

I know that you are getting tired and that you want to close your eyes, Mike. But keep them open for a while longer. Just for a while longer. Just watch the flames and relax. I know your eyelids are getting very heavy and that you want to sleep. You feel so warm and comfortable and relaxed, just sitting in that comfortable chair and letting it support you. Your body just seems to be sinking into the chair as you watch the flames moving and dancing in the fire. It's so peaceful here in this room.

You're so tired now. The wine is working its way through your body now and helping you to relax. The warm glow of the wine has entered your body and is helping it to relax. A warm, cottony feeling pervades your body. Your mind feels fuzzy now. It's just too much work to think about anything. You're so tired. You just want to close your eyes and sleep. Your eyelids are getting so heavy. It's getting so hard to keep your eyes open and to watch the flames. Just look deeply into the flames and let yourself relax totally. The warm, comfortable flames.

Take a deep breath in now, fill your lungs with air. Hold it for a second, and now slowly breathe out. And as you do, a wave of relaxation slowly moves down your body. Beginning at the top of your head and slowly moving down your body, relaxing your scalp, your forehead, your eyelids. Relaxing all the muscles around your eyes. Let your eyelids close now. Don't try to hold them open any longer. Just let them close now. Good, Mike. That's very good. The wave of relaxation continues to move down your face. The muscles in your jaw relax, the muscles around your lips relax. Your neck and shoulders relax. The wave of relaxation flows down your arms and through your hands. It flows down your chest and across your stomach and groin. Down your thighs, down your calves, and out your feet. Your entire body relaxed now. So warm. So comfortable. So at peace.

Your body and your mind are remembering your previous visits here, and they are responding as they responded before. Good, Mike. I am so pleased that you remember all your lessons. It has always made you feel good to visit here and to relax and listen to my voice. It makes you feel so good just to listen to my voice and relax. You feel so warm, so comfortable, so relaxed.

Now, in a moment I am going to count one, two, three, and when I say three', your eyelids will drift open and you will stare deeply into the fire. Then when I say sleep', your eyelids will close and you will relax even more. Deeper and deeper into relaxation when your eyelids close. Ready now. One. Two. Three. Eyes drifting open. Just look deeply into the flames. Deeply into the flames. Now, sleep.

You are relaxing even deeper now. Your body is so heavy. You just don't want to move. It would require so much effort to move, and you just don't have the strength, the desire to move. You just want to relax and let this wonderful feeling of heaviness and relaxation take you deeper and deeper into sleep. Now, I am going to count to three again, and when I say three', your eyelids will open again and you will stare deeply into the fire. The deeper you stare into the fire, the more tired and sleepy you will become. And when I say sleep', you will close your eyes and relax even more deeply than the time before. Ready now. One. Two. Three. Open your eyes. Open them. Good. Now look into the flames. Sleep! Very good. Just drift deeper and deeper.

The relaxation is so complete now. You cannot move your body. You do not want to move your body. You feel so good. So at peace. So warm. So comfortable. Now I am going to open your eyes one final time. I know that your eyelids are very heavy and you don't want to open them again. You just want to relax and go deeply into sleep. But just open them for me one final time, and then I will help you go even more deeply into sleep. One. Two. Three. Open your eyes. I know they are heavy but just open them up a little. Good, Mike. Good. Now look into the flames. Deep into the fire. Let it relax you totally. Its warmth flows through your body, relaxing all your muscles and warming you to the centre of your bones. Sleep. Close your eyes.

Good, Mike. Now I am going to help you go even more deeply asleep. You have been here before. Your mind and your body remember what it feels like to be deeply asleep and in a deep trance. I am going to count down from five to one. And with each number, you will go more and more deeply into a trance. Your conscious mind with drift off and sleep. Your subconscious mind will focus on what I am saying and follow my words.

Five. More and more relaxed. You do not want to move. You just want to sleep. To follow my voice and my words and go deeply into trance.

Four. You feel so good. It feels so good just to relax and listen to my voice. You feel so very very good.

Three. Your body and your conscious mind are asleep now. Deeply asleep. Your entire body and mind feel so at peace and so comfortable and so relaxed. And your subconscious mind is focussing more and more on my voice and my words. It feels so good just to listen and to obey.

Two. So comfortable. So deeply asleep. So obedient. Nothing gives you more pleasure than listening to my words and obeying my commands. Nothing makes you feel better. We are almost there now.

One. So completely relaxed. Your body and your conscious mind deeply asleep. Your subconscious mind so ready to obey me and to do everything that I say. It makes you feel so good to obey me. You feel so wonderful right now. So ready to obey. You love to obey me. Nothing makes you feel better than simply listening to my voice and obeying my commands.

You are in a deep, deep trance. You will do whatever I tell you to do.

And now, I have a surprise for you. Open your eyes, Mike, and sit up. Good. Look at me. Good. I see that you recognize this object from your previous visits. I am very happy with your progress, Mike. You please me. It is very important for you to please me. Nothing is more important in your life than pleasing me. It makes you feel a rush of pleasure when I tell you that you have pleased me.

These are very special cigars, Mike. You remember them from your last visit. How good it made you feel to smoke one. Take one. Good. You remember what to do. Good. Yes, I see that you remember the ritual. Yes, you roll the cigar between your fingers. Feel how firmly the tobacco leaves are rolled. Firm yet wonderfully pliant and soft. Hold it up to your ear to listen to it. Smell the faint aroma that arises as you gently roll it. That's it, smell it. Run it beneath your nostrils and breathe in that wonderful aroma. That's right. Moisten the end. Lick it. Run your tongue over it. Perfect, Mike. You are doing well. I am so pleased with you. So very, very pleased with you. Good, it arouses you to be told that you are pleasing me. That is very good. But you will not become too aroused yet. Hold back. I will take you to even greater heights of pleasure later. For now, just enjoy remembering how much pleasure you have experienced with me before and anticipate what will happen.

The cutter is on the table beside you. That's it. Snip off the end. The box of matches is there. Perfect. You are remembering your training perfectly, Mike. I am so pleased with you. So very, very pleased. Hold the cigar over the flame. Get a nice even burn. The cigar is perfectly lit now, Mike. Hold it for a second and think how wonderful it will feel when you raise it to your lips and inhale that first, wonderful taste of the smoke.

You are hesitating, Mike. Just relax and obey, Mike. You cannot resist, Mike. I know you do not smoke in your everyday life, but here you do. I want you to smoke the cigar. It will please me very very much when you smoke the cigar. And you want to please me. It makes you feel so very good to please me, Mike.

Your arm is bending at the elbow and your hand is lifting the cigar toward your lips. Your lips are parting. You feel so good, so at peace, so calm, so safe, so warm as the cigar touches your lips. It is so sensual and erotic to feel your lips close around the cigar. To feel your lips close around the cigar and your cheeks compress and pull the smoke into your mouth. The smoke tastes so good. You love to smoke. It makes you feel so good to smoke these cigars of mine. Now open your mouth and breathe out. Watch the smoke as it billows into the air. Watch how it rises, how it slowly drifts upward. Watch how the currents of air in the room catch the smoke and pull it, now this way and now that. How the smoke drifts and dissipates.

It is so sensual and so erotic to smoke, Mike. Smoking the cigar makes you feel so good, so charged, so sensual, so erotic. The smoke rises to your mind and dissolves all your resistance to my words. You feel so relaxed and comfortable. Just sitting in that wonderfully comfortable chair. So comfortable and warm and relaxed. So at peace. From time to time you take a puff on the cigar. Lean back and watch the smoke rise into the air and watch it dissolve and dissipate. And as it does, all your inhibitions dissolve and dissipate.

Take another sip of wine, Mike. Feel it flow down your throat into your stomach and then spread throughout your entire body. You feel so free. No more restrictions, no more inhibitions. Truly alive and totally sensual. Totally erotic. Totally aroused. Put the cigar in the ashtray, Mike. Good. Now stand up. Good. You want to remove your clothes now. Unbutton your shirt. That's it. Good. I am very pleased with you, Mike. Very, very pleased. Now unbutton your cuffs. Pull your shirt out of your trousers and take it off. Fold it neatly and place it on that chair. Good. Now, unbuckle your belt and unzip your trousers. Good. Slide them off. And drape them over the back of that chair. Good. Now remove your socks.

Leave your underpants on. I am very pleased to see that you remembered to wear your tighty whities. You must have known that that would please me. Now step back in front of the fire. Pick the cigar up again and inhale. Let the smoke fill your mouth. Close your eyes for a few seconds and feel the smoke rising up into your brain and dissolving all your inhibitions. The smoke is making you feel so very, very aroused. You feel so sensual. Now open your mouth and exhale. Open your eyes again.

I am very, very pleased with you, Mike. Your body looks even more attractive than the last time I saw it. You have worked your body very hard, I can see that. You have spent the summer exercising as I told you to do. The tan is beautiful. It's just perfect. I am very pleased with you, Mike. Very pleased. Now take another sip of wine and feel all your inhibitions dissolving as the warmth spreads throughout your body. You are a very sensuous creature, Mike. You love to please me. Pleasing me makes you feel very good.

Stroke your chest now, Mike. Play with your nipples. That makes you feel so very very good. You feel so seductive, Mike. More than anything else, you exist to please me. That's it, stroke yourself. Make me want to stroke you. Offer your body to me. Offer yourself to me for my pleasure. You know that you will feel much much better when I stroke you. The pleasure will be ten times more intense when I stroke you than it is when you stroke yourself. It feels good when you stroke your body, but it will feel even better when I stroke your body.

Come closer, Mike, and let me stroke your stomach. Oh, that moan was so good. Your moans please me, Mike. Do you want me to stroke your nipples now? Of course, you do. Imagine for a moment the shudder of pleasure that will course through your body when I touch your nipples. When I take them between my fingers and roll the tips of my fingers over them, squeezing them gently and tugging on them. Just enjoy it in anticipation. Now lean over just a bit. There. Isn't that wonderful. Did you know you could experience such pleasure just from being touched?

No one else can bring you such pleasures, Mike. Only me. It doesn't matter where I touch you. The pleasure of my touch is so intense, so strong. It makes you feels so weak, so wonderfully weak and faint. You want me to touch you. You need me to touch you. When I touch you, your entire mind focuses on my touch. Nothing else exists except the electric flash of pleasure that my touch brings you. I am going to pinch your nipple now. When I do, the pleasure will flow through your body. It will be a strong, intense sensation that will arouse you and make you feel so very, very good. Excellent. You are pleasing me so much, Mike.

I am going to stroke the back of your thighs now, Mike. That makes you feel so good and so weak. Just focus on the tips of my fingers as they float across the back of your thighs. Now, watch as I cross my legs and rest my left ankle on my right knee. Watch as the pant leg pulls up, and you realize that I am wearing such black shiny boots. Watch the reflection of the flames in the shine on my boots. You can't take your eyes off the lights dancing on my boots.

The flames reflecting on my boots are drawing you closer and closer. You can't take your eyes off them. You want to lick my boots. Go ahead. Kneel down beside me. Place your face next to the boots. Smell the leather. Breathe it in deeply. The smell of the leather arouses you so much. You want to lick my boots. You want to feel the smooth leather against your tongue. Go ahead. Lick them. Good, Mike. You are pleasing me very, very much. It makes you feel so very, very good to please me and to lick my boots, Mike. Focus on the feel of the leather against your tongue. How good it makes you feel to lick my boots. They are so smooth. It arouses you so much to lick my boots. Each time your tongue touches my boots, you become more and more aroused. You are so aroused now. You would do anything for me now. Only I can make you feel this good. And you are addicted to the pleasures that only I can give you. Only I can make you feel this good.

Now look at my boots, Mike. They need to be polished, don't they? You want to polish them. Do you remember how I trained you to polish them? Good. I see that you do. That's right. Kneel down, crouch down over my boots and polish them with your underpants. Rub your underwear against my boots and polish them. Do you remember how I taught you to sit so that the toe of the boot rests against the underside of your balls and against your anus. Good. I see that you do. That makes you feel so good, so aroused to rub yourself against my boots. Your cock, your balls, your anus, all rubbing up against my boot. It feels so good. So strong. The pleasure is so strong. You have never felt so good.

That's it, Mike. Polish my boots. You are so very aroused now. Your cock is so hard. You can't stop rubbing yourself against my boots. Press yourself against my boots. Harder, press your body against the boots. It feels so good. You want to come now, don't you. You want to orgasm as you press against my boots, as you rub yourself over my boots and feel that wonderful leather press against your underpants and through that thin soft fabric against your cock, your balls, your anus. You want to come now, don't you, Mike?

More than anything else you want to come. You can feel the jism rising in your cock. That intense strong feeling. Stronger and more intense than it has ever felt in your life. You can't resist it now. I am going to count from one to five now, Mike. With every number you will become more and more aroused. And when I say the number `five', you will explode in the best orgasm you have ever had in your life.

One. More and more aroused. You can't think of anything but your approaching orgasm.

Two. So intense. So strong. There's no going back now. Your entire body is focussed on your orgasm.

Three. Stronger and stronger. Your entire body is aroused and erect now.

Four. When I say the next number, you will explode. It will be the best, the strongest orgasm you have ever had in your life.

Five. Orgasm for me, Mike.

. . . . . . . .

Very good, Mike. I am very pleased with you. In a few moments, I will wake you up. When you awaken, you will have no memory of what happened here. You will get dressed and leave and return to your home. You will not remember me. You will not remember what happened to you tonight.

When you receive an email with the word `cigar' in the subject line, you will feel compelled to open it. It will give you a day and a time. You will arrive on my doorstep on that day at exactly that time. You will have no memory of me. You will have no memory of what happens here. You will just show up at the appointed time, wearing a pair of tighty whities and ready to obey me.

Now, you will awake at the count of five. You will have no memory of what happened here. You will not remember me. You will return to your home and have no memory of me. But your subconscious will know to obey the command to return here at the time I command. Awakening at the count of five, one . . .

Part 2

`David, come in. How have you been this past week?'

`Fine, Doctor. I've been fine. Should I sit or lie down this week?' The young man sidled into the room, opening the door only enough to squeeze his well-developed body through it.

Whatever you makes you feel most comfortable, David.' Doctor Phillips scrawled the note diffident again' on the tablet on his desk as David sat in the chair opposite the doctor's desk. The young man perched gingerly on the edge of the seat as if he dared not relax and lean back. His hands were clenched tightly in his lap, his shoulders hunched over. He stared at the carpet as if even the briefest glance toward the doctor would result in an unbearable contact.

You seem upset today, David. Has something happened?' David shook his head no without looking up. Doctor Phillips regarded his patient with exasperation. He thought they had been making progress, and now David had slipped back to much the same state he had been during his first visits. David, I'm here to help. But I can't help you unless you help me by talking to me. I know that you find the things that are happening to you difficult to discuss, but you've been here many times before. You've talked to me before. Just relax, lean back and . . .'

`I had that dream again. The strange house, the fire, the man talking, cigar, boots, making me do disgusting things.' The words tumbled out of David's mouth. He hunched over even more.

`I see, David. It has been a while since you had that particular dream. Not since early summer, I think. Let's talk about it. Just relax and tell me about it. Lean back in the chair and close your eyes. Start at the beginning. How did the dream start?'

`I got an email. It was just a short message. Just that day's date and 7.30. I somehow knew that I had an appointment to keep. Then I found myself knocking on the door of the house at 7:30 exactly. I checked my watch before I began knocking on the door to make sure that I was exactly on time. For some reason, it was important to be right on time. I didn't know why I was there. But I felt I had to be there. That I didn't have any choice. It was a compulsion. I couldn't resist.'

`Very good, David. Just relax. Close your eyes, Play the dream over again in your mind and talk about it. You are safe here. It is just a dream. Talking about it with me will help you. Now continue. You are knocking at the door. You feel a compulsion that you cannot resist. You have to be at the door. Close your eyes and experience the dream again. What happens next?'

`He opens the door. He is talking to me and calling me "Mike". He keeps calling me "Mike". He's saying that he hasn't seen me for a while and apologizing for neglecting me. Then he takes my coat and tells me to go into the living room. That there is a fire there. He remembers how much I like fires. A wood fire. The room smells so good.'

`Describe him for me.'

`He's tall, taller than me anyway. Older, maybe in his mid- thirties. I don't really see him very clearly. The hall is dark. The only light comes from the fire and one lamp in a corner. I have a stronger impression of his personality than of his looks. He's very authoritative. Like a schoolmaster, or a doctor. Very self-assured. Very strong.'

`Do you like him? Do you like those qualities?'

`Not really, Doctor. I try to avoid domineering people as much as I can. I don't like them.'

`Why not?'

`They can make you do things you don't want to. I find that . . . It is upsetting. People shouldn't do that.'

`Just relax, David. Remember you're safe here. It was just a dream. The man in the dream isn't real. Let's go back to the dream. Now, the man calls you "Mike". Your middle name is Michael. Do other people call you Mike or Michael? Family members? Friends?'

`No, Doctor. No one has ever used that name. It's just a middle name because you have to have a middle name. Something to fill in the blank.'

`What do you feel when the man in the dream calls you "Mike"?'

`It's as if he's talking to someone else. It's not really me. It's someone else. I'm inhabiting Mike's body, but it's not really me that's doing all these things. It's Mike who's doing them.'

`Does it seem important that it be someone else?'

`I couldn't do those things, Doctor. They're horrible and disgusting.'

`Just relax, David. Remember it's just a dream. Now, Mike is entering the living room. There is a fire, I take it. What happens next?'

`The man tells Mike to sit in one of the chairs in front of the fire. There are two chairs, at angles to each other. So you can look into the fire, but if you turn your head a bit, you can see the person in the other chair. They're chairs like this one. Wingback chairs, is that the right name?'

`Yes, they are called wingback chairs. They are quite comfortable. Very relaxing I find. They are my favourite. What happens next?'

`He has Mike take off his shoes and sit down in the chair. Then he pours a glass of wine for Mike. It's the same wine he gave me, that he gave Mike, last time. It's a beautiful red colour, especially when you hold the glass up and look at the fire through the wine. The flames just dance in the wine. You can almost feel the flames physically on your face. It's as if the light from the flames is touching your face.' David paused as if lost in thought and enjoying the memory. He had settled back into the chair, much more relaxed than when he had entered the doctor's office. His hands were resting in his lap, the fingers splayed softly over his stomach, and his head was tilted back against the chair. Doctor Phillips allowed David to rest for a few moments while he quietly made notes.

`It sounds very peaceful. I always find a fire and a glass of good wine very relaxing. It helps me unwind after a busy day. I just sit down in my favourite chair before a fire and watch the flames while I drink a glass of wine. What happens next in the dream?'

`I drink some of the wine. It helps me relax even more. It makes me feel warm and relaxed. The man continues to talk to me. I'm getting very sleepy, however, and I just can't keep my eyes open. I try to focus on the fire, but it gets harder and harder to watch it. It's very relaxing to stare deeply into the fire and watch the flames. To watch them dance about and shift. So hard to keep track of them. They keep changing. I'm so tired. He takes the glass of wine from me. Maybe it was drugged, but I just can't stay awake anymore. He keeps talking to me, and I can't help myself. I just have to follow along with what he is saying and do what he tells me to do. I can't stop what's happening. I don't want to stop it. It just feels so good, and he is telling me how pleased he is with me, and that makes me feel so good.'

`You want to please him.'

`Oh, yes, I . . . well, Mike wants to please him. I think Mike would do anything for him.'

`What happens next?'

`He puts me into a hypnotic trance. It's very deep. I have to obey him. He makes me open my eyes. He has this, I don't know what it's called. It's a container for cigars that keeps them fresh.'

`A humidor?'

`Yes, a humidor. It's beautiful. It's shiny metal. Like a silver box. It has this picture on the lid, a Greek god, I think. Nude, muscular. He opens the lid and offers me a cigar. I have to take it. Remember how I told you that in previous sessions, he trained me to smoke. I can't help myself. The cigars lie in neat rows inside. They're so big. They're not like ordinary cigars. They're long and thick. Just looking at them makes me remember how much I enjoy smoking them. I take one. I do what he has taught me to do. I test it by rolling it between my fingers. I smell it. I lick it. I prepare to smoke it. But then David surfaces. David doesn't smoke, and he doesn't want to put the cigar in his mouth. But the man talks, and David goes away so that I can smoke. It feels so good when I finally put the cigar between my lips and take that first puff. The smoke fills my mouth, and I feel so energized by it. It's like I've been waiting for this for months. It arouses me to feel the cigar in my hand, to put it between my lips, to watch the smoke as it rises toward the ceiling. The smoke is so smooth. He sits and watches me while I smoke. I know he likes watching me smoke, so I take my time with it and show him how much I enjoy it. He tells me how much I am pleasing him. When he says that I feel such a rush of pleasure. I want to please him even more. I will do anything that makes him like me.'

Doctor Phillips watched as his patient slipped deeply into reliving the dream. When David had begun his recitation, his body had been relaxed in the chair, almost as if he had fallen asleep. Now he was sitting upright in the chair, his head tilted to rest on the back of the chair. Periodically his arm would lift his hand toward his mouth, an imagined cigar held lightly with his fingertips. His mouth would open and then close around the cigar. His cheeks would tense as he pulled the smoke into his mouth. After a few seconds, he would move his hand away from his mouth, and he would lift his face to direct a stream of smoke toward the ceiling. Wherever he was, it was not in the doctor's office.

`Tell me what happened next, David.'

The doctor's words startled the young man from his reverie. He glanced in surprise at the object in his hand and then looked even more confused when he realized that he was holding nothing. Even though he knew that there was nothing there, he mimed carefully putting the cigar in an ashtray on the table beside the chair.

`I . . . that is, in the dream, Mike got undressed. The man made me take off my clothes.'

`Completely?'

`No, he was wearing white briefs.'

`Do you wear briefs?'

`No, I always wear shorts, loose shorts. I've tried briefs and I find them too tight. I get . . . they make me . . . that is, they're too tight and they rub me and irritate my skin and make me get . . . excited. Jockstraps do the same thing to me. I can't wear those either.'

`Go on, David. What happens next in the dream?'

`Well, the man makes me stand before him. I want him to touch me, so I begin touching myself. I know it will feel even better if he touches me. So I stroke my chest. I'm trying to seduce him. He tells me how much my body has improved over the summer. I can tell that he wants to touch me. So I move around to show him my body. And he touches me, and it feels so wonderful. I feel weak and can hardly stand up.'

`Well, your exercise program is paying off, David. Your body has grown and developed in the past few months.'

`I don't exercise, Doctor. I would be embarrassed to go to the gym, with my looks.'

`Nonetheless, David, you are more developed than you were.'

`It's kind of you to say so, Sir. I wish it were true.'

`Go on, David, continue with the dream.'

`Isn't it time to quit, Doctor?' David begin to show signs of agitation again. Obviously whatever had happened next in the dream was not something he wanted to talk about.

`We have plenty of time left, David. Just relax. Lean back in the chair. Tell me what happened to Mike next.'

`Well, Mike was looking at the man, and then the man crossed his legs. I mean, he rested one ankle on the other knee. He was wearing these shiny black boots. The top of them was covered by the legs of his trousers. But they were very shiny. The flames from the fire are reflected in them. He has trained Mike before, there have been other sessions before in which he hypnotized Mike and taught him what to do when he sees the man's boots. Mike can't take his eyes off the flickering images of the flames. He has to get closer to the boots. So he kneels down. He can't stop himself. He just wants to lick the boots. He's in a trance, see, and he can't disobey the man. The man commands him to lick the boots and he can't stop himself. He has to do it. He has to kneel down and put his face close to the boots and lick them with his tongue. And it feels so good when I do that. The leather is so smooth and warm. The boots are so firm, yet the leather is so smooth and soft. I can feel the man's feet inside the leather. I open my mouth wide and press my lips and tongue against the boot and lick as much as I can. It is making me more and more aroused. Licking the boots.'

Once again, David had slipped back into a trancelike state and was reliving the dream vividly. His mouth opened and closed around an imaginary boot. Doctor Phillips found it fascinating to watch him. David was extraordinarily susceptible to hypnosis. He had the strongest imagination of any patient in Doctor Phillips's experience. The pantomime that David was enacting was so real to him that even the doctor could almost see the boot that David's hungry mouth and tongue were devouring.

`Then I notice the boots need polishing. The only cloth that I have to polish them with is my underpants. And I crouch down over one of the boots and begin rubbing against it with my briefs. The front part of the boot, the foot part is between my legs, and I'm rubbing it. I pressing up against the top part of the boots with my groin and stomach. The toe of the boots rubs against my . . . my anus, and that feels so good. It's like this electric shock passing into my body, and I grind down hard so that it feels even better, and then I'm getting so excited. And the man is talking and helping me get aroused and I'm about to come. Oh god, I can't stop myself, it feels so good, i've never felt so excited before, i can't stop. i have to cum and the man is talking to me and making me feel even more arouse, and i can't stop.'

Doctor Phillips suddenly realized that David had an erection. The young man's face was flush and his breathing was becoming ragged. His words were flowing out in a rush and his body was beginning to jerk and spasm. `David! Wake up! Stop the dream!'

`Noooooooo. Let me cum.'

`David, stop immediately.'

David's body gave a final jerk and his eyes flew open. He grabbed his genitals and squeezed hard. `Help me, Doctor Phillips. Make it stop.'

`David, I command you to stop.'

David gave a final moan. His hands sprang away from his groin as if he had touched something hot. He was still breathing hard. His face was red with embarrassment.

`David, can I get you a glass of water?'

`I'll be all right, Doctor. Can I go now?'

`In just a minute, David. Now don't get excited again. Remain calm. What happened next in the dream. What did Mike do?'

`He had an ejaculation. Inside his briefs. The . . . I don't know what to call it . . . I've heard people refer to it as "cum".'

` "Cum" is fine, David. I'm familiar with the word.'

`Well, the cum was oozing through the briefs he was wearing. They got all soiled. As if he had had a nocturnal emission. The man told him to get dressed and go home. That he wouldn't remember anything that had happened. Then I woke up. I had had an ejaculation.'

`David, our time is up now. We'll have to talk about this more next time. I think we are making good progress now. I'm very happy with the way you opened up today and discussed this dream.'

`What does it mean, Doctor? Why do I keep dreaming about having sex with this man? Am I gay?'

`We'll discuss the dream next time, David. But it's important that you shouldn't worry about it too much. It's just a dream. When we talk about it, you'll find that it has many meanings. Now, promise me that you'll try not to brood over it and worry about it.'

`I'll try, Doctor.' A shy, half-hearted smile played over David's face as he stood up. He almost ran from the room. It was clear to the doctor that David wanted to dissociate himself as quickly as possible from what had happened. Through the half-open door, the doctor heard his secretary confirm David's appointment for the following week. He occupied himself with writing notes on the case file until he was sure David had left before swivelling around in his chair to face his computer. He switched on the monitor and called up the recording program. The new technology made it so much easier to record the sessions. With the monitor turned off, his patients treated the computer as just another piece of furniture in the office. The microphones were so well disguised that none of them suspected that every word they uttered was being recorded. He stopped the recording and double-checked to make sure that the file was labelled with the correct case number and date. He saved the file to David's folder and then closed the program.

He stood up and stretched. He was almost through for the day. He walked across the room and opened the door to the outer office. `Susan, I'm finished for the day. I just have to write up my notes on Mr Hamilton and then I'll leave. If you have nothing else, why don't you get an early start on the weekend.'

`Oh, thank you, Doctor Phillips. If you'll sign these letters, I'll drop them in the box on the way home.'

`What are your plans for this weekend? The weather has been so lovely lately. I look forward to working in my garden. I need to start readying it for the winter.'

Doctor Phillips and his secretary continued to chat about their weekend plans as she put on her coat. He locked the office door behind her as she left and then returned to his desk. He turned to his computer again and opened his case notes for David Hamilton. The case was fascinating. Getting the message from "the man" by email was an interesting touch. At one time such instructions had arrived by telegram or phone or over the radio or later the television. The technology of delivery changed with the times. He thought briefly about writing a short article about the subject for the Journal of Psychiatry.

He was happy to see that David was making progress. His homosexuality and his sexual fantasies were becoming less latent, even though he still hid behind the fiction of "Mike". He would have to monitor David carefully--the danger of schizophrenia was there, and "Mike" could easily become a person in his own right. Interesting that David's subconscious had come up with a name that was almost but not quite fully his. He would have to probe David to see what his middle name meant to him, especially in the diminutive form. Was he less responsible for his actions as a Mike than as the more adult Michael or the formal David? Doctor Phillips made a note to ask David next time if he had ever been called "Dave."

The doctor suspected that simple transference accounted for the nature of "the man" in the dream. The brief description that David had given of "the man" could apply to him. He was the Svengali forcing innocent David to become the rutting Mike. David's next visit should be interesting. He would have to lead David toward confronting the meaning of these dreams. He read over his notes and made a few changes. He saved the file and closed it.

He opened the program to send copies of the files of the recording of the session and the latest update of his notes on David to the medical transcription service. Another way in which technology was making his life easier. On Monday a transcript of the complete recording would be waiting in his inbox to download to David's folder. He could, if he wished, delete the recording from his computer and free up the space on his hard drive. The original and his case notes were stored permanently at the transcription service in case anything happened to his files. The system also had built-in safeguards to protect his and David's identity. He was known to the transcription service only as a number, and he assigned each of his patients a number known only to him. If he had understood the explanation of the system correctly, the tapes were transcribed by the computer, which somehow converted the sounds on the tape into written words. He checked the ID number on the files against his list and, as instructed, added an asterisk to the case number in the subject line of the email. After making sure that the files were attached (he sometimes forgot to attach the files and had to send another message later), he clicked on the send button. The file of the recording was so large that the transmission would take a few minutes.

He watched the revolving arrow indicating that the file was being transmitted. It was strange how restful repetitive motion could be. There was something about the way that the arrow moved so regularly that he found relaxing. Yet it was so hard to focus on any one part of the arrow. Really it was hard to take his eyes off it. After a long day, it helped just to let his mind go blank.

Doctor Phillips came to with a start. He must have been more tired than he had realized. He had drifted off while he was waiting for the file transmission to finish. He checked the inbox and found several messages. The most recent one was the automatic confirmation from the transcription service that the files had been successfully transmitted. Most of the others were junk mail. The usual list of stock offerings, enlargement offers, low-cost drugs, a special offer on cigars. He wondered if anyone ever fell for these ads. Someone must, or the people behind them would cease to send them. Perhaps that would make an interesting research project--to find out who responded to these emails. He devoted a few idle thoughts to how one might conduct a survey of email respondents. This cigar ad, for example. He clicked on the email and opened it.

To his surprise, there were only a few numbers. Perhaps his spam blocker had deleted the body of the message. It was time to leave anyway. He turned off the computer.

Part 3

Mike, do come in. I'm so glad to see you again. And you're right on time. The clock just finished striking the half hour. Let me take your coat. I see that you are wearing a heavier coat tonight. Is it cold outside? I've built a fire just for you. Please go in. You know the way. I think you'll find it warm enough. You may not even need that sweater. Feel free to take it off if you feel too warm.

I know you must find it odd that you cannot speak. But I like it better that way, Mike. I have to listen to so many people chattering all day long that I get quite tired of hearing them talk. It's very refreshing to meet such a nice, well-behaved, quiet man such as yourself. And you don't really want to talk anyway, do you? You just want to listen to me and follow along with what I am saying.

As you can see, everything is ready for you. I know that you look forward to these training sessions. They do make you feel so good. In fact, I know that if you could speak, you would tell me that you've never felt better in your life as you do when you sit in that chair and follow along with what I am saying, when you obey me. Now sit down and put your feet up. Make yourself comfortable. Just settle into the chair. The fire is burning nicely now, isn't it. It's reached that stage when the flame down in the centre is almost white, it's so hot. I find it so comforting just to stare into the depths of the fire and relax. I can see that you do too. Just make yourself comfortable and relax. Soon, very soon, you will feel very comfortable and warm. Don't you find that a good fire makes you feel so relaxed, almost drowsy? There's something about staring into the flames that is so relaxing. I see that you remember your lessons. Your mind and your body are falling into the familiar pattern. You have been here before, Mike, you will be here again. Just face the fire and stare into the flames, Mike. Your eyelids are fluttering. It's so hard to keep your eyes open. We'll close them in just a little while, Mike. But for now, just stare into the fire. Eyelids so heavy now. So very heavy. Your entire body is heavy now. It would take so much effort to move, and you feel so comfortable, just sitting there, relaxed in the chair, letting it support your heavy body.

I know your eyelids are so heavy, Mike, and I am going to let you close your eyes now. Good, just close your eyes, and watch the flames dancing against your eyelids. Even with your eyes closed, you can see the flames. Feel the warmth of the fire relax your entire body. Just listen to my voice and relax, Mike. I am so pleased with your progress. It makes you feel so good to please me, Mike. Now just relax and return to that state of trance you've experienced before. Good, Mike, very good. I am very pleased with you. Your conscious mind is asleep now. You are asleep, Mike. Your conscious mind just drifts away, floats away, like smoke rising in the air. You feel so safe, so content, so at peace, so warm and comfortable.

The room is getting warm, isn't it, Mike? The fire is so pleasant, but it has warmed the room up, hasn't it? You really are wearing more clothes than you need, Mike. You are here with me, Mike. Just me. No need to be modest. Good, Mike. That's it. Stand up and remove your clothes. Take your shoes off and remove your sweater. Now your shirt. Good. I see that you remember that I like you to fold them neatly and stow them out of sight. Now the trousers. Excellent, Mike. I am very pleased with you. And you are wearing the tight white briefs. This is really excellent, Mike.

But tonight, I have a surprise for you. You will enjoy it very much. But first you need to remove your briefs. Good, now come stand in front of the fire. Turn around slowly. I want to have a look at your body from all sides. Excellent. Now face me. Your exercise program is showing excellent results, Mike. The definition continues to improve. But your tan line is fading. That can't be helped, of course. Your skin looks so much better tanned, but anticipation of next summer's tan will give me something pleasant to think about.

Move a little closer. Hmm, it would please me very much, Mike, if you would shave your body. I would like you to remove all your hair before you visit me again. You will do that for me, won't you? Good. It will please me very much, Mike. Thank you. I am very pleased with your behaviour. And now, for the surprise I mentioned. It's a very special present. I bought something for you to wear. Something very special. You will like it very much. It will make you feel very good to put it on and wear it for me.

The present is in this box. I had it wrapped so that you would know that it is a special item. In the future, I will give you many presents. They will help you become what you need to be in order to please me fully. They will always be wrapped as gifts so that you appreciate how important they are. Whenever you see a box with this dark blue paper and the silver ribbon, you will know that it is a gift for you. And you will treat the gift with the respect it deserves. I am going to teach you the proper way to receive a gift from me.

Now kneel down. Extend your arms and hold out both hands, palms up. A little closer together. Good. Look at the size of the box and hold your hands just far enough apart so that you can support the box when I place it on your palms. Good. Now, if you could speak, you would say `thank you.' But since you cannot speak, you will show your gratitude by bowing your head forward and placing your forehead on the box. Now hold that position for five seconds. Good. Now lift your head. Place the box on the floor and unwrap it carefully. Remove the ribbon and the paper as neatly as your can. Fold the paper up to make a nice tight package and place it on the table. Good. Now set the ribbon carefully on top.

Excellent, Mike, you are such a quick study. That pleases me very much. My confidence in your abilities is justified. Now turn your attention back to the box. Lift the lid and set it beside you. Good. Now fold back the tissue paper. Excellent. Remove the present and hold it up. Look at it, Mike. Anticipate how much, how very much you will enjoy wearing it. You will feel an enormous rush of pleasure when you put it on. Now fold it neatly and place it on the table. Good. Now put the lid back on the box. Stand up. Now take the box and the wrapping paper and ribbon away and clear them away. Set them on the table over there.

Good. You follow orders so well, Mike. I am very pleased with you. This is what you will do each time I give you a present. Now stand in front of the fire again. You want to put your present on now, Mike. It will make you feel very good to put it on. Pick it up. That's right. Put one foot through the strap. Now the other. Good. Pull it up. Adjust the waist band so that it lies flat. Now the side straps. I don't ever want to see a twisted strap, Mike. Every part of the supporter must lie flat and snug against your body.

Excellent. Turn around slowly for me and let me see how it looks on you. I was right. You have the perfect body for a jock strap. And the fit is just right. It feels snug against your body, doesn't it? Tight and firm, but not chafing or irritating. When you remove all your hair, you will find that it fits even more securely. But even with all that annoying hair you have now, it feels good, doesn't it? So snug. It's almost as if it is caressing you, isn't it? You can see why it's called a supporter. It supports your cock and balls so firmly, doesn't it? And the place where the two side straps meet just behind your balls. That feels so good, doesn't it? The way it cups your balls. It's like a warm, gentle, soft, smooth hand caressing your balls. It will feel even better when you shave all the hair off your balls and cock.

Come closer. That's good. Now, remember how sensitive your body is to my touch. Tonight it will be even more sensitive than it was last time. Ten times more sensitive. You body is so sensitive to my touch. You love it when I touch you. Nothing makes you feel as good as my touch. You can see one of the advantages of a jock strap. Your buttocks are exposed to my direct touch. You loved it when I stroked your buttocks through the white briefs. But it feels even better when I touch the skin of your buttocks directly, doesn't it? That's right, tense the muscles of your buttocks as I cup them in my hands. Let me enjoy the movement of your muscles beneath my hands and fingers as I stroke you. I can see that you like it when I stroke your crack. But we will defer further exploration of that until later. You will enjoy it very much.

You can see how arousing you find my touch. Your hard cock is pressing up against the jock strap, isn't it? Your cock is so tightly encased in the strap, isn't it? And the larger you become, the larger your cock gets, the more tightly encased it becomes in the strap. It feels so good. It is almost as if someone is groping your cock, as if someone were stroking it. Concentrate on the base of your cock. Feel how tightly the strap fits around it. It feels so good. Now that wonderful feeling of pressure moves up your cock, slowly up your cock until it reaches the head. A warm, smooth feeling of pleasure encases your cock and gently massages it.

Your cock has never felt better. You have never experienced such wonderful feelings before. You love wearing jock straps. Jock straps make you feel so great. So very, very great. The fabric is so very, very soft against your cock and balls, yet the netting is also slightly abrasive. You find the contrast very arousing. The difference between the soft, supple cloth cupping your balls and your cock, and the slight tug it exerts on the flesh of your cock as it gets harder and harder. As you become more and more aroused, the jock strap tightens around you and makes you feel even more aroused. You love wearing this jock strap. It is so incredibly sensual as it wraps around you, as it moulds itself to your shape and caresses you with pleasure.

And now, it is time for you to smoke a cigar. You can see the humidor on top of the mantel. Open it and take out a cigar. You know what to do now. Good, Mike, very good. I am very pleased with you. Take your time. Anticipate the pleasure you will experience when you take the first puff. The ritual is very important, Mike. Take your time with it. Do not omit a step. Good. Now step back here, so that I can continue to caress you.

I like watching you smoke. It pleases me very much to watch you smoke. And you like to please me, Mike. Nothing makes you feel better than pleasing me. Nothing makes you feel better. My caresses make you feel incredible, you entire body throbs with pleasure when I stroke you. But the pleasure you get from pleasing me is even much stronger than that.

The cigar is such a sensual object on so many levels, isn't it? The way it feels, its pliant firmness as roll it between your fingers, the slightly rough texture, the veins in the leaf. The way that wonderful aroma fills your head as you slide it back and forth beneath your nostrils and inhale, its taste as you run your tongue over it. So much to enjoy and so much pleasure to anticipate. Enjoy it to the fullest, Mike.

The ritual also supplies so many pleasant sights and sounds. The satisfying snip of the cutter as you clip away the tip. The little noise the head of the match makes as you strike it against the sandpaper, the first flare of the flame as it explodes into white hot light, the way it soon settles down into a wavering flame, the first slender wisp of smoke as you hold the cigar over the flame. The way the tip of the match blackens and curls as the match burns down. The glow at the end of the cigar as it become lit, the first greying of the tip as the ash forms. Focus on all these things, Mike, and enjoy them to the fullest. It pleases me very much that you are becoming so sensuous, so open to the world to which I am introducing you.

Now take your first puff. Place the cigar between your lips and draw in that wonderful smoke. It makes your entire body feel light and wonderful to smoke. So wonderful. And the jock strap pressing up against your balls and cock makes you feel so aroused.

Does the cigar remind you of anything, Mike? Think of it, a long, round, firm object being pressed to your lips. Closing your lips around the cigar, Mike, is like closing your lips around a cock. That is an arousing thought, isn't it, Mike? Now, as you lift the cigar to your mouth again, you will feel a mouth close around the tip of your own cock. The jock strap closes around your cock as your mouth closes around the cigar. As you pull the smoke into your mouth, your cock is pulled into a wet, warm mouth. The lips close around your cock tightly and pull it in, deep into the warm, hot, smooth, moist mouth. You love to suck, Mike. You love to be sucked.

I love it when you moan. You feel so wonderful now, Mike. See how rewarding it can be to obey me and to please me? The rewards of obedience are wonderful, aren't they? Nothing makes you feel better than obeying and pleasing me. Continue to smoke, Mike. Each time you place the cigar against your lips and draw the smoke into your mouth, the mouth sucking on your cock takes you deep inside.

You can feel it so intensely. As you place the cigar against your lips, the tip of the tongue licks the tip of your cock. Just a little sensation but it reverberates so strongly through your body and mind. The mouth opens, and the wet pink tip of the tongue slowly licks the tip of your cock. It's so warm and so smooth and at the same time just the tiniest bit abrasive against your cock. Then the tongue wets the lips, and those moist hot lips encircle the tip of your cock. Just the tip of your cock, yet the pleasure spreads throughout your entire body and mind as the lips vibrate around the slit.

And as you inhale, the mouth draws your cock in slowly, the head first, sucking it in and surrounding with hot wetness. So smooth and tight around your cock. And then the mouth slowly inhales all of your cock, a tube of tight pleasure surrounding your cock, slowly descending down your cock until the entire length is held in its tight warm moist embrace. And now the tongue slides back and forth against the entire length of your cock as your cock is sucked even deeper into the throat. The face pressed tightly against your groin and balls.

Now as you slowly exhale, the mouth pulls back slowly and the ring of pleasure formed by the lips moves from the base of your cock up to the head again. These are the pleasures that smoking a cigar for me bring you, Mike. Only I can give you such pleasures. Over and over again as you inhale and exhale. Take your time. Enjoy it, Mike. The feeling is so intense, and it become more and more intense each time you inhale and exhale.

Now spread your legs apart a bit. Continue to smoke. Your cock is sucked deep inside the mouth now. Deep deep inside. I am going to reach between your legs and stroke the area just behind the place where the side straps connect to the fabric encasing your balls. That feels so good, doesn't it? Now I'm going to move a bit further back. As I touch your anus, a shock of pleasure flows through your body. It makes the cigar taste even better in your mouth. It makes your cock feel even better. So much pleasure from such a small motion of a finger.

I love the way your face contorts with physical pleasure when you are aroused. The way you are vibrating with physical pleasure now. It's so incredible to watch you open up, Mike. To hear you whimper and groan. All pretence of resistance gone now. You can't help yourself. You are locked into the pleasure of obedience. You do not want to escape it. You want to exist in this place forever. Focus on your cock, feel the hot mouth engulfing your cock, surrounding your cock with pleasure. The tongue sliding up and down. Focus for a while on the place just under the head, as the tongue slides back and forth over it, as the suction concentrates on that spot. This is the most pleasure you have ever felt in your life. And soon you will feel even more.

Focus on my finger as it vibrates against your anus. Feel the electrical shock pulse through your body. The vibrations spread up your spine and then through your entire body and mind. You feel so aroused and so helpless. You are in the grip of the pleasures that I only can give you. You will do anything for these pleasures. You are addicted to them.

Focus on the sensations in your mouth as you smoke the cigar. Focus on the sensations in your cock as the jock strap encases it. Focus on the sensations coursing through your body from the vibrations in your anus.

You are becoming so aroused now. Your entire body rocks with the pleasure that is happening to you. Only I can make you feel this good. Your body and mind are weak and helpless from lust. You obey me. You need the pleasures that come to you only through obedience to me. Your legs are rigid with lust. The muscles in your calves and thighs are locked in place. Your buttocks, your back, your chest, your neck, your head, all of them rigid with lust. Your cock is so hard now. You are so aroused now.

Take another puff on the cigar, Mike. Now look down at your groin, at the jock strap encasing your cock. Blow the smoke down on the jock strap. Feel how that adds to your pleasure to see the smoke billow and then dissipate around your cock.

Focus on your cock. See how the jockstrap is wet with your precum. How the tip of your cock is visible through the fabric now. That's right. Moan with pleasure, Mike. Don't hold back. I love to hear your moans. Your cock is engorged with cum now. It will explode soon. It feels as if you can't hold back any longer. You want to hold back, you want the pleasure to continue, but you can't control it any longer. You can't stop it.

But you won't cum until it tell you to. The pressure is building and building inside you. The muscles in your body grow taut as they contract. Every muscle in your body is taut with pleasure. Your entire body shakes with pleasure. But you cannot come, not until I permit you to. You want to come. The pressure is so intense. You want to explode. The pressure just keeps building and building, growing and growing.

Look down at your cock. It is so hard and erect that it tents the jockstrap, it pulls the fabric out in a cone surrounding your cock. The tip of the cone is so wet with your precum. Now inhale deeply and hold it. Everything from now on will happen in slow motion, Mike. Watch your cock. Focus on it. Focus on the incredible pleasure that is emanating from your cock. Your entire world has narrowed to your cock. The entire length of your cock feels as if it is having an orgasm. But you will not cum until I give the word. Your balls are pumping your hot cum into your cock, but you do not cum until I give the word. Focus on the tip of your cock as it strains against the jock strap. Your cock is burning with agony and pleasure.

Now watch as the first jet of cum shoots in slow motion from your cock. It feels so good. You have never felt such intense pleasure as do now. The cum shoots out of you. So slowly, so slowly that it makes you feel an agony of pleasure. The jet is so powerful that it shoots through the fabric of the jock strap. Watch it as it flows hot and wet down the front of the jock strap. It gleams in the firelight, glowing red and yellow and white as the flames flicker throughout your mind and body. Hot, burning, igniting you. Like the white flame in the fire. Again, a jet of cum shoots out in slow motion, extending the pleasure, extending the hot burning pleasure. It flows down you encasing your groin in its heat. Hot, wet, moist. On fire with pleasure.

. . . . . . . .

Good, Mike. good. That was very good. Let me take the cigar from you. Take a deep breath. Relax. And another breath. Just relax. You feel calm and serene. You feel so at peace with yourself and with what you are becoming. Go into the bathroom and clean yourself up. You will find a plastic bag next to the sink. Remove the jock strap and place it inside the bag and leave it there. Clean yourself up and then come back.

. . . . . . . .

Your performance tonight, Mike, has filled me with pleasure. I am very gratified with your progress. We will continue the lessons. There will be many more lessons for you. Each will bring you more pleasure than the last one. Now I am going to count from one to five, and at the count of five you will return to partial consciousness. You will get dressed and return home. You will not remember coming here. You will remember only that you spent this evening at home and fell asleep in your chair before the fire, a glass of wine on the table beside you, and you had a wonderful dream. At the count of five, one . . .

Part 4

`David, please come in. Sorry to keep you waiting.'

`I don't mind waiting, Doctor.' David huddled in one corner of the chair facing Doctor Phillips's desk.

`How have you been the past week, David?'

`Fine, Doctor, I've been fine.'

`Did you have another dream?'

`Yes, Doctor. But I don't want to talk about it. It upsets me to think about it.'

`Why don't we talk about why it upsets you, David?'

`It's horrible, that's why. Why can't the man just leave me alone? I'm not doing anything to him. Why does he keep hypnotising me and making me do things?'

`It's only a dream, isn't it, David?'

`Are you saying I'm making all of this up? That I'm crazy? I think the man is real. That it's not really a dream. That he's hypnotising me and making me do these things. He makes me think that I'm dreaming. He makes me think that it's my subconscious that's creating him, when really he's implanting false memories in me so that I think I'm dreaming when I'm not.'

`That's very astute, David. Was the dream, the experience, you had this week different from the earlier ones? What made you conclude that these haven't really been dreams, that you have been experiencing these things for real?'

`He's giving me presents. Things to wear now. Things I would never wear. And when I looked into my dresser and closet I found them. I know I didn't buy them, but they're there.'

`What sorts of things?'

`I found several jockstraps among my underwear. I never bought them. He must have broken into my house and left them in the drawer with the other underwear. And there is a pair of boots in my closet. I've never owned a pair of boots like that. Tall, black, shiny. They're new. I only wore them once.'

`Once? I'm afraid I don't understand, David. If you wore them, aren't they yours?'

`He made me wear them, in the last dream, or whatever it was. He gave them to me as a present.'

`Tell me about it.'

`It starts the same way as all of them have. He opens the door. He makes polite remarks thanking me for coming and talks about the weather. How cold it is. He calls me "Mike", and he takes my coat and then makes me sit in front of the fire and watch it. There's a glass of wine to drink. When I'm comfortable, he makes me fall asleep and go into a trance. He makes me smoke this big cigar, and all the time he's talking about how good I feel and how I like to smoke. And I just can't help myself. I want to please him so much, and I feel so good being there with him, and I like smoking the cigar and drinking the wine and watching the flames.

`Then he tells me to take my clothes off. He gives me this jockstrap to wear. It's like the one he gave me the time before, except the pouch part, the part that covers the genitals, is silky smooth. It feels so cool and soft against me. It just moulds itself around my cock and balls. It's like a smooth, soft hand is caressing me. Then he says, "Mike, it pleases me so much that you shaved all the hair off your body. You look even better than you did last time." I look down at myself, and I realise that I don't have any hair on my body. That except on my head, all my hair is gone. I hadn't noticed that before. And I don't remember shaving my body, but I must have because I don't have any hair left. And he's right, it does look good, and I feel so much better to be free of all that hair. I feel so good knowing that I've pleased him. And I want always to be hairless. So smooth. The jockstrap feels so good next to my bare skin.

`He calls me over to him and makes me stand beside his chair. He sits there sipping his wine and smoking his cigar. All the time he is stroking me, petting me, and he's saying:

"Good, Mike, good. Now it's time to just open your mind and listen to me for a while. Just listen to my voice and let yourself relax. You're going to relax in a whole new way. My voice controls you. My voice reverberates through your body, touching you. Touching your legs, and your arms, touching your nipples, and your groin. My hands, my touch, makes your body glow with excitement, glow with the excitement of being touched. It excites you so much when I run my hands over you. Nothing makes you feel as good as my touch. My touch makes your body pulse with excitement as you get hotter and hotter, and more and more aroused. You are becoming aroused, and I am causing that arousal.

"Only I can arouse you now. Feel it. You are becoming more and more aroused with each and every word I speak. My words are exciting to you. Only my words can make you aroused. They are increasing your arousal, and you are deeply in trance now. I am taking away your control, your self- control. The more aroused you become, the less control you will have. The less control you have, the deeper you will fall into trance. The more helpless you are, the less you can avoid the arousal that is happening to you. As my fingers stroke the insides of your thighs, working their way up, closer and closer to your groin, you become more and more excited, more and more aroused.

"At the same time, you go deeper and deeper into trance. The excitement is taking you into trance. The more excited you get, the deeper you go into trance. You are already very, very hard with anticipation. You need the trance. You need the excitement. You can feel my voice in your head. You can feel it through your body. My fingers running across your chest, excite you, causing your nipples to harden. The more my voice excites you, the deeper you will go, and the less control you will have over yourself. You are losing control of yourself, all control, all of it, and that too excites you. The more aroused you become, the more you need my touch, the greater my control over you, the more my words sink down into your mind and take more and more control over you, making you more and more completely helpless to do anything but what I command.

"Your body needs my voice, needs my touch. You need the feelings that you are experiencing right now. You feel so good when I stroke your nipples, you feel so good, when my finger traces a path across your stomach, down towards your groin. You want this. You are becoming more and more aroused by it. You love to feel this way. And the more you want to feel this way, the deeper your mind sinks into trance, the more your mind needs my voice, needs my control going through your mind. My hands running over your body, just ever so gently touching you, cause you to feel such pleasure, cause you to shake with arousal and desire.

"Feel the desire growing, and, as it grows, you feel more and more completely helpless in my words. Feel them reverberating through your mind carrying you down into a deeper and deeper trance. Feel them penetrating you and carrying you into a deeper and deeper trance. You feel so helpless right now, so out of control of your own body. My words are touching you, taking you, controlling you, penetrating you, and, as they do, your arousal heightens and becomes greater and greater. You are already so very, very hard. You can already imagine me penetrating you, pushing you to higher and higher heights of arousal. And as you imagine these things, you begin to shake, and shudder, and lose more and more control over yourself. You are becoming harder and more aroused than you ever have before, and it is my voice that is taking you there.

"And as my voice takes you there, it takes control of you. You can feel my voice working its way into your mind, taking control over every inch of your body. You are helplessly trapped in my voice, becoming more and more aroused with every word. And as my words arouse you, they control you. They make you more and more completely helpless to do anything but obey my words. You can feel my words now, sinking into your mind, penetrating you, taking away what little self-control you have as you become more and more sexually aroused. My voice brings you to the edge of orgasm. Just hearing me takes you there, and every time you get there, every time my voice arouses you, it also strips away all of your control over yourself. You are losing all control over yourself to my voice. You cannot help yourself. You hear my words, and they cut through your mind and they take you. I am taking control of your mind and carrying it down deeper and deeper, more and more completely helpless, more and more totally unable to disobey.

"And as I take you down, you will become more and more aroused. My voice is always going to carry you to the edge of orgasm and keep you there for as long as you hear it. For as long as you hear it, you will respond. My voice takes you into a deep, deep trance, and you have to obey it. That is the only way to get the arousal that you need, the excitement, the thrill, the electricity that pulses through your body as my words penetrate you. Feel my voice pushing into you, penetrating deeper and deeper, more and more in control as you go deeper and deeper into trance, making you vibrate with pleasure. I'm going to count to five. From one to five. Each number will increase your excitement, doubling it, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm. You will not orgasm until I tell you to, but you will be brought to the edge, and each number will heighten your excitement and make you more completely helplessly trapped in my words.

"One. Feel the warmth spreading through your groin. Feel the excitement doubling. Two. Feel it burning through you, flowing through you. You are so very, very aroused. Three. Feel the excitement building. Your whole body feels as if it's being caressed, touched, probed, in the most beautifully delicious manner. You are on fire, and all you can do is feel your excitement growing and growing, and as your excitement grows, you just simply become more and more trapped in my words, more and more obedient. Feel the excitement burning through you. Feel it. You are so very, very hot. Four. You can barely handle it now. Your body simply needs release. It needs orgasm, but you cannot have one because I am not going to allow it to happen right now. You are trapped in my words, writhing uncontrollably, unable to escape, unable to do anything but just simply listen and surrender and obey. Feel the final number approaching.

"The next number, the final number, the number that traps your mind in my will and makes you obey, makes you obey because only by obeying me will you get the pleasure of my voice. You need that pleasure. You need it so very, very badly. You are addicted to the pleasure that only I can bring you. It is a pleasure you crave, you desire, you want, a pleasure you seek out, and therefore you have to keep coming back to me, over and over.

"Five. You are on fire, trapped in my words, trapped in my spell, unable to get out. There is no escape. The only thing you can do is listen and obey and give yourself over totally to my voice. You are helpless, completely trapped in what I am saying and what I am doing to you. You need this arousal and you need what I am doing to you and you will accept anything that I command to get it. You simply need these things. Surrender to my voice. You will obey me perfectly because you want to feel this pleasure over and over again. And if you do not obey, you will not receive the enormous pleasure you are experiencing now. And you need it. You need the fire burning between your legs, you need it so very, very badly. You need my voice, my control, my command, and you have surrendered utterly to it."

`I was helpless, Doctor. I have never felt so good in all my life. The pleasure, I had never imagined I could feel so good. But he made me feel even better. He makes me kneel before him and accept this box from him. It's wrapped in deep blue paper and tied with a silver ribbon. I kneel before him without speaking. I carefully remove the ribbon and then the paper. It's a way of showing him how much I respect him and thank him for what he is doing. I lift the lid of the box and carefully place it on the floor next to me. Then I fold the tissue paper back, and there inside the box is this wonderful pair of black, shiny boots for me. He is talking to me and telling me to lift them out of the box. That he has had them made just for me. That they will fit me perfectly. I stand the boots on the floor and move the box out of the way. I place the boots in front of him. The light from the fire flickers in the shine of the boots. I can't take my eyes off of them. I feel drawn into them, Into the shine. They smell so wonderful. I feel dizzy from the smell of the fresh leather and the polish. He blows a puff of cigar smoke over me as I kneel there, and the smell makes me feel so weak. The cigar and the boots make me feel so helpless. I am so aroused, I have to obey him. Only he can make me feel so wonderful.

`I can't help myself. I have to bend forward and lick them. To feel my tongue glide over that smooth flawless surface. To taste the leather. To feel it against my face. And then he is telling me that I can wear the boots. That the pleasure that I have been experiencing will only increase if I put the boots on.

"Stand up, Mike. Raise your left leg. Now slowly slide it into the boot. Savour the feeling as your foot descends into the boot, as the boot encases your foot and calf, enclosing it snugly, tightly, surrounding your foot and leg with the caress of leather. Now put on the right boot. Lift your leg and slide it into the boot. And as you do so, it will feel as if your cock is also sliding into a tight warm welcoming embrace.

"I am very pleased with you, Mike. You understand now that only I can bring you this pleasure. Only by listening to my voice can you experience such pleasure. And you will come back to me over and over again because only by listening to my voice, by being with me, by coming to me, only by being here can you experience such pleasure. And you are addicted to that pleasure.

"Feel how the boots caress your legs. It is as if someone is caressing your cock and balls and your entire body. As if your entire body is encased in soft warm leather that is caressing you and making you more and more excited. You are so aroused now. Your cock is so hard. You are on the brink of orgasm. In a moment, you will orgasm for me. You will orgasm when I tell you to. It will be the strongest, most intense, more pleasure-filled orgasm of your life. Nothing matters to you now except the orgasm. You are getting harder and harder, more and more aroused. Look into the mirror. See how beautiful you are. Your boots encasing your feet and calves. Your flawless smooth body. The white jockstrap glowing in the light against your skin. You are so excited. Only I can make you feel this excited. And you want this excitement, You need this excitement.

"Look at yourself in the mirror. It arouses you to see yourself. You can see your hard cock straining the jockstrap. See how it stretches the fabric. The wet fabric around the head of your cock as you become more and more excited. Now focus on the image in the mirror. In a moment I will tell you to orgasm. All your attention will be focussed on your orgasm. Your body is frozen. You cannot move. Watch yourself in the mirror as I make you orgasm."

`I couldn't move, Doctor. My entire existence was in that orgasm. He counted me up to an ejaculation. I was helpless. I couldn't stop it. I didn't want to stop it. I watched as the cum spurted out and oozed through the fabric of the jockstrap. All that sticky hot white cum oozing through the jockstrap, the mound of cum growing on the tip of my cock and flowing slowly down the pouch of the jockstrap as I shot over and over again.'

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Doctor Phillips sat in his office. He had turned the lights off and was sitting in the dark, watching the computer screen as the recording of David's session and his case notes were transmitted to the transcription service. He was barely aware of his surroundings. Soon after he had finished relating his dream, David had fled the office. Doctor Phillips had called through the open door to Susan telling her she could leave. David's recital had caused him to become erect and become excited. As David's narrative had reached its climax, his own cock had become erect and his balls had begun to pump. It was only with a great effort of will power that he had kept his excitement from being noticed by Mike, by David, he meant. At least he was sure that David had been too focussed on his own story to realize that he had orgasmed. He has sat through what had seemed an hour of agony, his shorts and pants clammy with cum as David had confirmed the time for his next appointment with Susan. He had called through the open door and told Susan that she could leave, but she "just had one thing to finish" before she left. He could smell his cum and hoped that she wouldn't linger. Did she step into his office when she left? Not often, he thought. But he usually walked into her office to say good night and then locked the door behind her when she left. What would she do if he deviated from the normal procedure? Now was when he needed a cigar to cover the odour. He swivelled his chair around to face his computer and tried to concentrate on typing up his notes on the session with David Hamilton. But his clothing was beginning to dry, and every movement caused his cum-drenched shorts to tug at his penis and send stabbing pains through it.

Finally, he heard Susan shut off her computer. He thought she was about to leave, when her cell phone rang. Really, what had possessed her to select such an annoying ring tone to signal her husband's calls. And why couldn't she answer it immediately? Did she have to listen to the entire tune before clicked the phone on? And did she and the man she found it necessary to call "Sweetie" at the end of every remark really need to discuss what she would buy at the market on the way home in such details? Fish or chops? Sprouts or beetroots, did it matter?

He had his back turned to the door and was pretending to type away vigorously at his notes on David when she eventually finished talking to her husband. He was acutely aware of her opening the closet door in the outer office. As she pulled her coat off the hanger, he could hear the hangers jangling against one another. This was followed shortly by the sound of a drawer being pulled open. Without turning around, he knew that she was pulled her purse out of her desk. "I'll say goodbye then, Doctor." He could feel her standing at his office door. He looked over his shoulder. "Have a good weekend, Susan. Could you lock the front door behind you? I'm right in the middle of writing up an idea I had about Mr Hamilton's case and I want to get my thoughts down before I forget. Thanks."

He could imagine her silent speculations on the oddity of this unprecedented request. Her disapproval of his hasty dismissal of her was apparent in the rigid stance and the sudden locking of her expression on her face. "Have a good weekend. I'll see you on Monday, then." The snick of the door as she pulled it shut and used her key to turn the lock was far louder than necessary. He would have to make amends on Monday. But he would think about that later. The thought of the relief that was just a few seconds away was bliss. He leaped to his feet and for the first time dared to survey the damage. A stain the size of a small plate spread over the crotch of his trousers and extended down the front of the legs. He unbuttoned and lowered his pants. Even the tails of his shirt were wet. His briefs were a mess. He had become so aroused that he had ejaculated copiously. Far more than usual. Just as in Mike's story, the cum had oozed through the fabric. Now it was drying, leaving his briefs stained. He gritted his teeth and pulled the fabric away. There was a brief stab of pain in his cock as the flesh came free of the cloth. Damn, he had forgotten to take his shoes off. As best he could, he eased his pants and his briefs off and then took off his tie and shirt.

He had stepped into his bathroom and quickly wiped his body clean and washed up, flushing away the cum-stained tissues and spraying the deodorizer to mask the smell from the cleaners. He quickly wrote off the briefs and wrapped them securely in a plastic bag. They would go into the trash bin at home. He sponged off his shirt and pants as best he could.

Either he would have to throw his pants and shirt away or think up some story for the laundry. Perhaps a tea spill. He positioned the stained shirt beneath the spot on his trousers and tossed David's half-drunk cup of milky tea over them. He thought that David used sugar. That would help account for any stickiness. The splash made a rather convincing pattern, he thought. Clearly he had had a regrettable accident. He rinsed the stained areas in his bathroom sink and then squeezed the excess water out of them. That, he thought, will do it for the dry cleaners. He could already see that buxom woman behind the counter sympathising with him over the "accident" and saying that they would do their best but they couldn't promise success, not with a tea stain. A pity it was milky tea with sugar. That only made it harder to remove the stain.

Luckily he had been to the gym that morning and had his sweat pants and shirt to wear home. He did not have an extra pair of briefs in his gym bag, but the supporter would do until he could get home. At least he felt clean again. It had been a most unprofessional episode, the first time in his experience that he had become aroused when listening to a patient. David's recital had somehow put him into a trance. His voice had deepened as he spoke the "man's" words. It had become both more beguiling and more commanding. It was as if David had acquired another personality and become the man he claimed was hypnotising and seducing him. For a few minutes, he had joined "Mike" in that room with the entrancing fire, the sheer pleasure of smoking a cigar, the aroma, the flames dancing in the shining boots. The incredibly erotic sensation as the boots had slid up over his calves. As he played back David's account in his mind, Doctor Phillips felt his cock stiffen. Even in memory the events were arousing. His disgust quickly ended that and his cock shrank back. David's words seem to have struck some chord in his subconscious, which was ridiculous. He had neither a leather nor a control fetish. He would have to think about what had happened and analyze it. It would not happen again.

On his screen, the program finished transmitting David's files to the transcription service and the revolving arrow on the screen stopped. He exited the program and logged on to his email account. The automatic notice of a successful transmission was there. There was also another of those annoying messages offering cigars for sale. He clicked on it. As before, it held only some numbers. He wished he knew what the purpose of these messages was. An advertisement he could understand, but why email someone a row of numbers?

Part 5

`Mike, do come in. Let's get you inside and in front of the fire. The calendar may say that spring is coming, but it still feels like winter, doesn't it? I don't know about you, but I'm ready for warmer weather. Sit down, sit down. Your customary chair is ready for you, and I have everything prepared for you. I started the fire early so that it would be nice and warm for you. You can see that the flames are already glowing white hot, down there in the centre between the logs. Let me pour you a glass of wine. I think you will like this one. It's one of the richer Bordeaux that you favour. I trust it is to your taste. Excellent. Are you ready for a cigar yet? Perhaps a bit later? Yes, let's wait a while before the cigars. I think that would be best. I'm so glad to see that you agree, Mike. You are learning to defer your pleasures and enjoy them more.

`I really am pleased by the progress you have been making recently, Mike. Simply walking into the room and sitting in the chair and looking at the fire seems to trigger your trance now. Perhaps I don't need to talk, but it gives you such pleasure to listen to me, Mike, that I am loathe to disappoint you. You find my voice so very, very pleasant, don't you, Mike? You could listen to it forever. It gives you such pleasure to stare into the fire and sip your wine while I talk to you and take you deeper and deeper into trance. So much pleasure. Only my voice can help you experience such pleasures. And I have a special treat for you tonight, Mike. You will enjoy it very, very much. It will be a new height in pleasure for you.

`But finish your wine first. Give it the attention it deserves. Sip it and then focus on the taste in your mouth. That's it, roll it around and let it play over your tongue. Excellent. You are becoming much more oral, Mike. I think I can claim credit for introducing you to the world of oral pleasures. Under my tutelage, you have come to savour such pleasures, haven't you, Mike? It is one of the many ways in which my words help your body deliver pleasures to your mind. Now swallow, feel the muscles in your throat contract and relax, Mike. Feel the wine flow into your stomach and then into your body. Helping you to relax. Helping you go even deeper into trance, the trances that bring you so much pleasure.

`The wine makes you feel so warm, doesn't it? It's almost as if it kindles a fire in your body and mind, a fire like the white hot flames in the centre of the logs. The wine makes you feel so relaxed and comfortable. Your body is so relaxed and receptive. Your mind is so relaxed and receptive. The wine flowing through your veins just relaxes you so very, very deeply. The fire relaxes you so very, very deeply. You feel so free here. Free to do anything. So safe. So comfortable. So warm. So protected. So open to the pleasures that only my voice can bring you.

`That's it, Mike. Take another sip of wine and stare deeply into the fire. Focus on the sound of my voice. Nothing matters but my voice and what I am saying to you. It makes you feel so good just to listen to me and do what I tell you to do. Nothing brings you more pleasure than just listening to me and obeying me. You feel ready now, Mike, ready to experience the pleasures that only I can bring you. Ready to listen to me and obey. Ready to do everything that I tell you to do.

`I am very pleased with your progress, not only with your trances but with your efforts to improve your appearance. Your body is developing nicely with all the exercises you have been doing. And it pleases me that you are so careful to remove all your hair from your body. Perhaps you would like to show me your body now. Good. I appreciate the courtesy you show by folding your clothes so neatly and placing them on that chair. I would not like it at all if you simply dropped them on the floor as you took them off. Disrobing should always be a ritual, Mike. You should always remember that you are displaying yourself for my visual pleasure. Think of yourself as a present to me. A present that you are slowly unwrapping. Unwrapping it slowly so that I enjoy it all the more. Excellent.

`Turn around slowly. Hmm, such pale white skin, Almost like ivory. I think tonight we will wear the black jockstrap. That will bring out the contrast with your skin. White would be too bland against the present colour of your skin, and any more intense colour would overwhelm it. Good. I'm glad that you agree. You love the feel of the jockstrap against you, don't you? It feels so good to have it enclose your cock and balls. So arousing. Even the merest tug of the fabric against your groin arouses you.

`I have a very special present for you this evening, Mike. Help me move the chairs back a bit. We will need all the space on the rug in front of the fire. Just stare into the fire for a few moments, Mike, while I get your present from the next room. I wanted it to be a surprise for you. Just stare into the fire and focus on the flames, while I step out for just a second.

`Excellent, Mike. I'm sorry I couldn't wrap it. As you can see, the shape would have made it difficult to wrap. I can see that you are puzzled by my gift. But its purpose will soon become clear to you. Let me just straighten it out on the carpet so that it's neatly aligned before the fireplace. The length of the central bar is adjustable. For now, I'm going to pull the foot piece out more than we need. I'll adjust it to your body later. Yes, I think we are ready.

`Now, I want you to put on these knee and elbow pads. They'll prevent rug burn. We have to view your body as a recyclable resource, Mike. We must treat it with respect and not do anything that would prevent it from being used for pleasure again and again. Now, if you are ready, kneel on all fours with your body centred over the central bar. Just move forward a few inches so that your wrists are positioned over the cuffs. Excellent. Now just let me strap you in. It feels so good when I wrap the cuffs around your wrists and secure them, doesn't it, Mike? You will notice that the cuffs are lined with fleece. That allows them to be securely fastened without cutting off the blood supply to your hands and feet.

`The manufacturers of this device devoted a lot of attention to making it a pleasure machine, Mike. They want you to be able to enjoy yourself for a long time, without becoming fatigued or damaged. Now, let me adjust the central bar to your length. Raise your calves just a bit so that I can slide the ankle bar under your feet. Excellent. If you will bend your head down and look back, you'll see that there is this knob here. When I tighten it, it will lock the sliding bar in place, so that it is nice and rigid. Now I'm going to tighten the cuffs around your ankles. Doesn't that feel good? I know you like the feeling of security.

`And there is another treat for you, Mike. You see I have four small padlocks. I'm going to fasten one to each cuff. Watch as I insert the curved part and push it into the hole. That little click as the lock snaps shut makes you feel so good. It echoes through your body, doesn't it? A little twitch of pleasure. And aren't the padlocks such shiny metal. You could stare at them for hours, couldn't you, Mike? You can see your face in them and the reflection of the flickering flames.

`Just relax and enjoy yourself, Mike. It is arousing to be so immobilized, isn't it. You find it so very, very pleasurable to be displayed like this, unable to move about. I think it's time for a cigar, don't you? Yes, I can see that you agree. You might think that, unfortunately, in your position you won't be able to smoke. Since you can't raise your hands, you might think that you can't enjoy the pleasures of smoking. But I told you that the manufacturers had thought of everything for your pleasure, Mike. If you will look down, you will see that there is a small hole in the crossbar between your wrists. This device comes with a full range of accessories. Allow me to demonstrate one of them for you, Mike.

`Now, you see this rod. It fits into the hole in the crossbar. When I tighten this knob, it fixes it firmly in place, It won't move. Now, this clamp can be adjusted to fit around a variety of objects of many different sizes and hold them securely in place. As you can see, it slides easily up and down the rod and can be tilted to any angle. Let's position it here for right now. I'll adjust it to fit in a moment.

`I'm afraid that in your current position you won't be able to perform all the steps in the cigar-lighting ritual that I have taught you. I'll have to assist you. But you'll enjoy just as much. Since this is such a special occasion, I bought some of your favourite cigars. I can see from the pleasure in your eyes that you know which ones I mean. You do so like the thick, round, long cigars, don't you? Here, let me choose one for you. This one? No, let's take this one. You approve, I can see. Already licking your lips in anticipation. Oh, you please me so very, very much, Mike.

`I'll hold it under your nose so that you can smell it. Yes, that's right. Take a deep breath. Excellent, Mike. Now, open your mouth and lick the end of the cigar. Let's get it ready to smoke. I'll have to light it for you. There, it pays to buy such high-quality smokes. Don't you agree? This has such a nice, even burn. I see you are watching the smoke rising from the end, already anticipating that first puff. Let me place it in the clamp. I'll just tighten it enough so that it doesn't fall out. I'll put this ashtray here to catch the ashes. Now let me adjust the position and the tilt so that you can reach it easily. Try that. Lean forward and close your lips around the cigar and take your first puff. Excellent. It's so arousing, isn't it, Mike. You find smoking these big, fat, round cigars so arousing. And you can watch the smoke slowly rise from the tip of the cigar.

`Now as you smoke, I'm going to stroke your body. You enjoy it so much when I touch you. It makes you feel so good. No matter where I touch you, it arouses you so much. Your entire body is an erogenous zone now. My touch brings you so much pleasure. It makes you so very, very aroused. You are so aroused now. The immobility, the cuffs around your wrists and ankles. Your body held imprisoned on the rug before the fire. The feel of the jockstrap against your balls and cock. The cigar in your mouth. My hands stroking your body. Could there be any greater pleasure, you might ask. You might, that is, if you could speak. But you can't. The occasional moan, but no speech. Your mouth is better suited for other purposes. But we will get to those in time.

`For now, I want you to focus on my fingers. Focus on my fingers as they trace the outline of your spine. Down your back, slowly down your spine to the cleft of your buttocks. Your buttocks are one of your strongest erogenous zones, Mike. You feel so much pleasure when I touch them, when I stroke them. The pleasure is so strong, so arousing. As I'm sure you appreciate, your present position spreads your cheeks apart rather nicely. It's so easy to slide my fingers between your buttocks and touch that spot. Oh, that feels good, doesn't it, Mike. So very, very good. So arousing. When I touch you here. Such a special spot.

`Your cock is beginning to strain against the pouch on the jockstrap, isn't it, Mike? Oh, that was a wonderful moan. Did you enjoy it when I cupped my palm and fingers around your balls and squeezed them? Should I do it again? Doesn't that feel wonderful? The way that my hand brings your cock and balls so much pleasure when I rub them against the pouch of the jock strap. Even the slightest touch, the merest tracing of a fingertip down the length of your cock and around your balls, it brings you so much pleasure. And you live for it. You would do anything to experience this pleasure.

`Notice how your pleasure increases each time you lean forward and wrap your mouth around the cigar and inhale. Notice how the smoke rises to your mind and makes you feel so very, very helpless. You know what is happening to you, and you love it. You want more and more. And the more you relax, the more submissive you become, the better your feel.

`I'm going to put some lubricant on my fingertips, Mike. It's a very special lubricant. It makes everything so smooth, my fingers just glide over that special spot now, don't they, Mike. It feels ten times better now that it did before. You feel so very, very aroused, now, don't you, Mike. You see, I can even insert my finger into you. I'm sure you've had a doctor do this. But it never felt so good. No, it was never as arousing as it is right now. It feels so good. You never knew how pleasurable it could be. So very arousing. So pleasurable. That's right. Moan with pleasure, Mike.

`You might ask yourself if you could experience a greater pleasure, Mike. Well, you are going to. You are going to experience a very special treat tonight. I have another present for you, Mike. This time it's wrapped in a box. Here, I'll hold it so that you can grasp the end of the ribbon and tug it. Let me take that and put it away. I know how much it would disturb you if you made a mess. Now, as you can see, it's not a long box. Since this is the first time for you to experience this, I thought we would start with smaller ones. Later, you can work your way up to larger ones. But for now, let's just introduce you to the pleasure.

`So, since you can't do it, I will unwrap the box for you and open it. Let me put it on the floor so that you can see what's in the box. I'll just lift off this cotton. There. Aren't they pretty? I knew you would like them. Now, sometimes a cigar is just a cigar. At other times, it's a phallic symbol. And now is one of those latter times, isn't it, Mike? It's time you learned the pleasures of the phallus a bit more directly. Time to discard symbols and move closer to the real thing.

`So, let's remove the cigar from the holder and set it aside. I'll have to open the clamp up a bit, well, quite a bit actually. These are moulded from life, according to the manufacturer. They are not quite skin tone, are they? I've never seen any that did quite get the colour right. But the texture is wonderfully lifelike. Firm yet pliable. Of course, they don't have the right smell. You may find it a bit chemical at first, but that odour will soon go away. Now, I think that's adjusted correctly. Lean forward and open wide. Take it into your mouth. Ok, back out. Let me fix the angle. You see, unlike the cigars, you can take the dildo deeply into your mouth. That's right. All the way in. Doesn't that feel good? It makes you so very, very aroused to suck on it. You enjoy sucking on it so much. That's it. Take it all the way down your throat. Lick it. Run your tongue over it. It's very life-like, isn't it? The way the head is shaped, the slight curve. Now, fill your mouth with it. That feels so good. So much better than a cigar. So penetrating. Excellent. One would almost think that you have sucked a cock before, Mike. Suck on the head, enjoy the pleasure of the tip of the penis between your lips. Run your tongue over the spot on the bottom side just beneath the head. Now, slowly take the entire length into your mouth and throat. Be conscious of every inch of it, the way it glides in and out of your mouth and what pleasure you get from the movement of the cock against your lips, your tongue, your mouth, your throat. Excellent, Mike, you are pleasing me very much.

`Now, I'm sure that you noticed that the box had two dildos. Let's put the other one to use too. You can't see this, and you will have to take my word for it, but the central bar also has holes all the way down its length. It's possible to insert another rod almost anywhere along its length. I'm going to fasten this rod behind your buttocks, Mike. Bear with me as I tighten it into place. There, I think that's the right spot. I'm going to clamp the other dildo in place just behind your sensitive spot, Mike. Since this will be a first for you, I'm going to put a lot of lubricant on it. Now, lean forward and take the dildo fully into your mouth and hold that position. Just hold that position while I adjust this other dildo so that the tip just barely enters you. Excellent.

`Doesn't that feel good, Mike? It gives you so much pleasure. There is this electric feeling of pleasure in your anus where the dildo is penetrating you. So many people say that they are either oral or anal. But you're both, aren't you, Mike? You derive as much pleasure from anal penetration as you do from oral penetration. And you can control how much pleasure you get from this wonderful device, Mike. You have taken all of the dildo into your mouth, but lean backwards. As the dildo slides out of your mouth, feel the other dildo slide penetrate you. That's it. You see, you can rock back and forth, pleasuring both ends of your body at once. It's so arousing. You feel so good. You have never felt so good in your life. And you can't stop. It's addictive to feel this much pleasure. The more deeply you are penetrated, the better you feel. And the better you feel, the more you want this pleasure, this pleasure that only I can give you. You are so aroused now, Mike, and the more you obey me, the more you submit to me, the more aroused you will become.

`Notice that you can move your buttocks from side to side and up and down, Mike. Experiment with the pleasure that you are feeling inside you. That's it. Play with the dildos until you extract the maximum pleasure from them. Excellent, Mike.

`All you can do right now is to listen and obey and give yourself over totally to my voice. You are helpless, completely trapped in what I am saying and what I am doing to you. You need this arousal, and you need what I am doing to you, and you will accept anything that I command in order to experience the pleasures you are feeling now. You are addicted to these pleasures. You simply need these things. Now, feel yourself surrendering to my voice. You will remember everything that I say to you perfectly, and you will obey completely and obediently because you want to feel this pleasure over and over again. And if you do not obey, you will not receive this pleasure, and you need this pleasure. You need the white fire burning inside you, you need it so very, very badly. You need my voice, my control, my commands, and you have surrendered utterly to me.

`My words go straight into your deepest subconscious. They go there, they take up residence, and they are immediately acted upon and obeyed. You have no choice in this. You can feel my words sinking into your mind, sinking into your mind and taking control. They are taking control of you. They are destroying who you once were. They are changing you, changing you permanently. You are ceasing to be. You are becoming a possession, a piece of property. You are becoming an object to be controlled and owned by me, your master.

`I am your master, and you are my possession. You obey me, completely, totally, utterly, loyally, obediently. You are a possession, and possessions have no choice of their own. You have no rights. You have no rights to your body, you have no rights to your mind. These things are not yours any more. They do not belong to you. Your body is intended for my use. Your mind is intended for my use, and my commands are instantly, totally obeyed. You simply obey my commands. You are my possession, and I have spoken, and my word is law for you, and you obey. You will feel compelled to obey me, always and for ever. Your body is mine to control. Your mind is mine to control, and you will obey me utterly, helplessly, compulsively, because you are my possession. You can feel this, you can feel this control sinking through your mind, sinking through your body. Your body is being taken away from you, taken away and becoming mine. Not just to play with, but forever.

`I have this control over you. My control over you gets stronger and stronger with every word I speak. I control you. I am destroying who you once were. You have no ability to say no to your master. You have no ability to say no to me. Your mind is completely open to any suggestion that I make, because your mind is not your own. I own your mind, it is my possession. Your mind is my possession. You are my possession. You belong to your master and you obey me. You are completely and utterly helpless to disobey. It isn't something you can choose, it isn't something you can do. You simply exist to be controlled and used, and therefore, you will make a change in how you think. You will start thinking of yourself as simply a possession, an object, because this is what you are, and this is what you are becoming. You are not a person. You do not exist as other people do. You aren't a person. You are simply a possession. You exist to be used and controlled. You may be used as frequently or as seldom as I desire because you have no choice in this matter. Possessions do not have choices in how they are used. Possessions just simply obey. They are helpless to do anything but obey. You cannot disobey. Your body simply obediently follows the commands of your master. It isn't something you think about.

`In fact, any command that I give you will be obeyed immediately. It is a compulsion that has come over you. The master has spoken, the master has commanded, and you obey instantly and for as long as the command applies, no matter what it is. Your body is for the master's use. Your body belongs to the master. It is not yours. You own nothing. You do not own yourself, you do not own your body, you do not own your mind. These things belong to the master. They are simply the master's to use as he chooses. You have no rights to them. You have no rights to your body, You have no rights to your mind. You are not a person, you are a possession, an object to be used, to be controlled, to be manipulated and changed in any way that is desired by your owner, by your master, by me. I have complete and utter rights to your body. It isn't yours. I have complete and utter rights to your mind. It isn't yours. Your body is a possession. Your mind is a possession. You are a possession. It is simply your truth. It is what you are.

`You have stopped being a person. You have become an it, an object. An object to be used and controlled in any way that I desire. It does not matter how I use it. It does not matter at all, because it is simply an object. You are simply an object. An object to be commanded. An object to be controlled. An object to be used in any way I desire. It does not matter. Your body is simply there to be used, controlled, and commanded. Nothing more. You do not own it, you do not own anything. You are simply there to be used and controlled. You do not exist as a person. You are simply an object. An object to be controlled, to be changed, to be modified, to be used in any way that is desired, to be moulded and changed any way that is desired. You are a possession.

`Your only desire is to serve the master, to serve me, you have no desires other than complete obedience and submission to me. What is important is complete obedience to me. Complete and utter obedience to my will. You are an object. You are an it. You are nothing more. Your body is just an object that I control. Your mind is just an object that I control. You have no name, you have no identity other than as a possession. It is who and what you are. It is how you exist. It is how you live your life. You live to obey. You live to serve. This is what you have become and what you will always be. There is no way to change it because a possession has no choice in this. A possession has no choice at all. Your body and your mind are simply things for me to use, things for me to control. They are just simply objects for the use of your master. You are an object totally under the control of your master. You obey every command I give you instantly. You are nothing but an object. You are nothing but a possession. You exist to be used and nothing more. That is what you are.'

The man Doctor Michael Phillips knew as David Hamilton stopped talking and watched as Phillips rocked back and forth before the fire, alternately impaling himself on the dildos in his mouth and rear end. The doctor was hopelessly lost in his own pleasures, an obedient machine. Months of careful preparation and training had brought the doctor to this moment. A fitting end to the sequence of events that had begun the day he had sent Gavin to Doctor Phillips's office to install the program that allowed files to be transmitted to the computers in his company and transcribed automatically and returned to the sender. That day when sweet, gentle Gavin had returned in tears because Doctor Phillips had mocked him, mocked him because Gavin just happened to be gay, and macho, straight Doctor Phillips couldn't resist the temptation to use Gavin for his sport and amusement and make nasty comments about Gavin to his secretary. The day that had begun Gavin's spiral into depression and suicide. And when, the day of Gavin's funeral, he had made an appointment with Doctor Phillips to confront him with the results of his behaviour, the doctor had treated him as a new patient, taking his history in that smug, arrogant manner.

It had been so easy to deceive the doctor. Phillips was sure that he could see through any and every subterfuge that a patient might throw in his way to understanding. It had been so simple to create an illusory patient for the doctor to help and "cure". So easy to feed him a subliminal program through the computer, so easy to hypnotise the doctor during David's "sessions". So easy to implant the suggestions that had brought Doctor Phillips to the rug before his fire. And now it was time for the final step.

`Mike, you have never felt so much pleasure in your life as you are feeling right now. In a moment when I give the command you are going to have an orgasm. It will be the best orgasm you have ever had. Feel the pressure build within you. Every atom in your body is exploding with pleasure. Your mouth, your ass, your cock. All of them about to explode in orgasm. Now! Orgasm!'

David watched as Phillips's body arched and writhed in his confinement. His pelvis thrust forward repeatedly as he stabbed his cock against the restraints of the jockstrap. Phillips hungrily and greedily sucked and fucked himself. David waited until the spasms had subsided and the doctor's body slumped forward. He released the bars holding the dildos and slid them out of the doctor's mouth and anus. He unlocked the padlocks and unfastened the cuffs.

`Stand up, Mike. Now listen to me. Tomorrow, you will tell your secretary that David Hamilton is no longer your patient. You will erase all the files in your computer that relate to him. Then you will forget everything you know about David Hamilton. It will be as if you never had a patient named David Hamilton.

`Soon I will dismiss you. You will not remember ever coming here. You will get dressed and return to your home. When you arrive, you will awaken from this trance. You will not remember being in a trance. You will have no memory of what happened to you tonight or any of the other nights that you came here. When you return home and awaken, you will suddenly become aware that you are wearing a wet jockstrap, a jockstrap that is sodden with your own cum.

`You will not remember why you are wearing a jockstrap or why it is filled with your cum. You will know only that it is the last ejaculation that you will ever have in your life. You will never cum again. The only way that you can experience sexual pleasure from now on is by sucking another man's cock, by being fucked by another man's cock. And you will need sexual pleasure. You can't live without sexual pleasure. At least once a day, you must suck a cock. At least once a day you must be fucked by a cock. You can't help yourself. You are addicted to cock. And it disgusts you. You hate the smell of them, you hate the taste of them, you hate the feel of them inside you, but you can't stop sucking them. You can't stop offering yourself to anyone who will fuck you. Every time you suck a cock, you will feel more pleasure than you have ever felt in your life, and it will disgust you. Every time you are fucked, you will feel more pleasure than you have ever felt in your life, and it will disgust you. But you won't be able to stop. You are a slut, and you can't stop being one.

`Now get dressed.'

THE END.