Chapter 6
That evening, we ate frozen TV dinners without saying a word to each other. She was upset because I hadn't trusted her. I was upset because I didn't know how I could possibly confess to her. Then it came to me, with a mouthful of metallic tasting mashed potatoes. It was perfect, flawless, I could make my confession without the slightest possible problem.
You learn about hypnosis in med school. How to get the subject to relax. How to put them in a trance. What to say to them. How to use the power of suggestion.
"Say, Alice," I said, munching on some dried up turkey, "I know you're a little upset with me. So I'd like to make it up to you. I mean my not trusting you and all."
I got up from the dining room table and returned with a candle.
"What the hell's this all about?" Alice asked.
"We're going to have a romantic evening."
"Jesus." She choked on her peas.
"Don't be sarcastic, honey. The air is filled with big chunks of love."
"Crap."
"Oh, come on," I pleaded, "surely you have a teensy weensy spot in your heart for me."
"So teensy I can't find it."
"You're not even looking for it."
"Christ... for a psychiatrist... you're quite a strange creature."
"Ha ha," I laughed. I lit the candle, then turned all the lights off. "Look into my eyes," I said. I remember that line. Hypnotists always should start with that.
"Jesus. Look into your own eyes," Alice said. "And I can't find my fucking seven-up with all the damned lights out." I could hear her hand fumbling around. It was difficult to see. "Damn it. I just stuck my hands in the peas. Will you turn the lights back on!"
"Look into my eyes." I stared into hers.
"What's so damned interesting about your eyes?"
Unflinching, I kept my' gaze on her. I would persist till I was successful. "Now let your whole body relax," I said slowly, drawing the words out to twice their normal length.
"Look who's asking who to relax. Christ. I think you've nipped your wig. What in God's name are you doing?"
"Your eye lids are heavy... "
"Your brains are heavy."
"Your eye lids feel like lead weights. You cannot keep them open. The strain is toooo much for you. All you want to do is relax."
"All I want to do is have you leave me alone." She still refused to look at me.
"I will count to ten slowly. Each number, your eye lids will get heavier and heavier. By the time I reach ten, your eyelids will be fastened shut. Bolted tight. You will not be able to open them. One... "
"You know you're crazy?"
"Two... "
"Will you stop it?"
"Three. Heavier. Like lead weights. Four... "
Still without looking up, Alice yawned.
"Five... six... "
Alice looked up at me with her eyes half closed. "What time is it? I'm a little tired."
"Seven... eight... heavier... almost completely closed now... too much effort to keep them open, now... nine... "
Alice's eyes closed all the way, and her head hung down.
"Ten... now you cannot open them... even if you wanted to... you are soooo tired... so sleeeepy... such a long day... just let yourself completely relax... sleep... sleep... sleeeeep... "
Alice didn't move a muscle. But I wanted to be sure she wasn't fooling me.
"Do not move... you are too tired to move... you're in such a deeeeep sleep."
I got up and returned with a straight pin from the bedroom.
"I am going to touch you lightly, but you will not feel it... your nerve endings are fast asleep... fast asleep . you will feel nothing... nothing at all... "
Standing over her, I jabbed the pin into her left arm. She didn't stir a muscle. My god, I had done it. This was just too gloriously easy.
"You are completely under my control... my voice will tell you what to do... and how to feel... you will listen because you trust me... like you never trusted anyone before... you will do everything my voice tells you... now look at me... "
Alice slowly raised her head and looked into my eyes. Her eyes were glazed and far away. She looked at me without any expression at all.
"Who is in command...?" I asked quietly.
"You are."
"You will do everything I say?"
"I will do everything you say."
"Well, you can start by taking your clothes off. I'm a little horny, honey, and I'd like to play with you a little."
No sooner said than done. Like a mechanical toy, she rose from her chair and removed all of her clothes. "Okay... you are a dog... "
"I am a dog," Alice said in a far away voice. She got on her hands and knees and started barking. Her precious tits swung back and forth like little ringing bells.
"You're a butterfly."
Up from the ground she rose, flapping her arms up and down.
"A snake."
Back to the carpet. Lying on her stomach, she inched her way forward, using her knees and stomach muscles to propel her. Her ass shone with the flickering of the candle.
"A dinosaur."
Alice got up again. She hunched her shoulders high and bending over, took huge, heavy strides around the room. I didn't know hypnosis could be this much fun. "A lamp."
She stood straight up, putting one hand on top of her head, the other hand in her cunt.
"What's the hand in your cunt for?"
"The cord."
"Oh. Let's see... be a kangaroo."
Alice hippety hopped round and round. Small globules of perspiration shone on her body.
"Lie on the floor and masturbate. One hand in each hole. You know. Really let yourself go."
Alice got on her back and inserted her fingers in each hole. Quickly her fingers wobbled around, making her whole body shake. She lay on the floor with her legs out wide, playing with herself.
"Okay, stop now," I commanded. I interrupted her just before she came.
"I'll bet you can't masturbate standing up on one leg," I said.
The subconscious is always willing to give something a try. Alice got up and lifted one leg off the ground. She reinserted her fingers and began shoving them in and out of her hairy holes. She kept losing her balance and dropping her foot, but each time she picked it off the carpet again.
"Okay. You can stop. Very good. Help me take my clothes off."
She made an excellent servant. Everything done, no questions asked. My clothes were strewn on the carpet.
"Now come stand over here and I'm going to tell you something."
Alice brought her body directly in front of my chair. I inserted one finger in her wet cunt, the other in her asshole. While I alternately worked my fingers in and out of her holes, I looked up at her.
"Does that feel good?"
"Oh, yes. Very."
"Do you like sex?"
"Oh, very much." The fingers went' deeper. As relaxed as she was from her trance, her breathing got heavier.
"Well, I like sex, too," I said, "and if you like I will tell you a little story about sex."
"I would like that." She was also liking my probing fingers because her goo was increasing at a surprising rate.
"Well, sometimes I have female patients who are very attractive. And of course, it's perfectly natural for me to think about sex when I see them."
"Perfectly natural."
"Well, I am going to tell you something about me now... and I want you to understand. I want you to accept it without getting angry. Perhaps, you could even be proud of me."
"I will understand." My moving fingers were shaking her white flesh.
"Well, sweetheart... in the last few months the only thing that has been on my mind... has been sex. Isn't that nice?"
"That's very nice."
"And you know all those hard, horrible years I put in to become a psychiatrist ..: "
"Yes."
"Well, I've blown them. Isn't that wonderful?"
"Yes. That's wonderful." My fingers were working as well as the hypnosis had worked. Very effective. Her body weaved and turned to my tickling fingers.
"Why, I don't know what it is that came over me... but... remember I told you about that patient of mine... Jeanette?"
"I remember."
"Well, I fucked her. By convincing her it would help her. Isn't that awfully clever of me? Aren't you proud of your little hubby?"
"I am proud." And her body was very excited.
"Well sweetheart," I said, still jabbing my fingers in her insides, and crossing my legs matter-of-factly, "well... I enjoyed it so much, I got together a few more pretty patients. I ran an ad in a few newspapers. Wasn't that intelligent of me? And I wrote the ad myself. Aren't you just tickled pink with pride for me?"
"Oh, I am." Faster with the fingers.
"And you know... I've scheduled every day of the week with a female I can fuck. Oh, Alice it is so much fun. I know you like it when I have fun."
"I like it when you have fun." She was deeply under. My fingers were deeply in.
"So... that's basically it, sweetheart. I used to be a reputable, ethical doctor, but now I'm nothing more than a sex pervert. But that's nothing to be ashamed about. Because it's so good, good. Isn't it?"
"Oh, it is good."
"It's been going on for about three months now... I suppose sooner or later I'll be exposed."
"I suppose so."
"But you're not angry with me for not telling, are you? Your happy I told you now, aren't you?"
"Yes, I'm very happy."
"Why don't we celebrate then?" I asked. "Why don't we have a delicious fuck and celebrate how happy you are that I told you, okay?"
"Oh, yes."
We celebrated. Hot and heavy we went at it. We did it standing. That's a real man's position. And I felt like a man. A new man. I had confessed all and was now collecting my just reward. I started the celebration by shoving my hard cock at a 45° angle into her cunt. She kept it going with twists and turns and moans. When the celebration was over, we lay on the carpet holding each other close. Then I remembered, she was still hypnotized. You learn in the first lesson never to leave a subject under your command without snapping them out of it.
"I will count to five," I said, using my original, slow, monotone voice. "As each number gets higher, you will start to awaken. By the time I finally reach five you will be fully awake, refreshed and happy."
"One... t w o... three... four... " I clapped my hands as a dramatic gesture. "Five. All awake."
"Wow," said Alice, "I really feel great!" She stretched. Then she took hold of my cheek with her thumb and forefinger, and playfully shook. "And how's my little sex pervert feeling?"
"Just great. Just great," I said, and I started tickling her stomach.
"Oh ho ha ha," said Alice.
"Oh ho ha ha," I laughed back. Things were finally back to normal.
The only thing that still wasn't normal, of course, was the frequency and intensity of my powerful sexual feelings. They clung onto me like a parasite. Wherever I went, those feelings went with me. To me, the world was a big sexual playground. Fortunately, Alice had a lot of stamina, for we had gotten up to fucking two to three times a night. If there was no such thing as Hardener's Disease, whatever I had was a close second.
My biggest problem was my practice. I had rerun my ad again, and screened more female patients. And before long, I was scheduling my fuckees just a couple of hours apart. Each was deliciously different, and for each my methods were different. By a few more months, I had completely eliminated all of my male patients, and was the only psychiatrist in town who specialized only in gorgeous chicks. Every one of my hours were eventually filled with lovelies. It was so convenient. The second the urge overtook me... I overtook my patient, whoever I happened to be seeing at the moment. And for this, I made a good living.
But I couldn't go on like this forever. Sooner or later, I'd get caught. So far I'd been extremely lucky. But I knew it was just a matter of time. I had to get out of the business, somehow... before I was thrown out. But what else could I do?
One lunch hour, while glancing through my notes, I knew I had the solution. In my very hand! I had note-books filled with all of my seductions. Details down to the pussy hair. Put them all together, with a little adding, editing and smoothing out, and I'd call the book, Confessions of a Lay Analyst. Of course, the book might discourage some from ever entering analysis. But on the other hand, it would certainly encourage others. I could just picture the thousands of wilted, horny women flocking to their local analysts for the pause that refreshes. Following the delirious success of the book, I could see the book made into a movie playing at my neighborhood Loew's. But I had a sullen thought. X-rated movies rarely make much money. And in order to get a G rating, I'd have to take all the explicit sex scenes out. That would leave me with a dull, two-minute short.
But I wasn't discouraged. Relying on my hard experience and lascivious imagination, I'd flood the market with book after book, each raunchier and more thrilling than the last. And then I could give up psychiatry. Maybe a visit now and then with a special patient in dire need, but that would be all.
So this ends my first book. Oh, I hope the details were explicit. I remember each of the scenes so, vividly in my mind. Isn't it just wonderful how just one juicy fuck can be replayed so many hundreds of times by the video-tape of the mind?