Date: Thu, 8 Mar 2007 00:00:11 +0000 (GMT)
From: Nexis Pas <nexispas@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: 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.'

. . . . . . . . . . .

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.