I Can Help You Part 2 (rough)

Here's the rough drat of the second part of I Can Help you If you Let Me.

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“I’m happy to see you back so soon,” Kumi smiled at Anders as he walked into the office. She was out front standing by the desk and Lucinda was nowhere in sight. Today she was wearing a peach hued cream colored silk blouse tucked into high wasted white slacks that were themselves tucked into black boots, and it reminded him of a horse racing jockey. She had her hair up in a braid that wrapped around her head, and was wearing small, gold, wire framed glasses that sat down n her nose. “I’ll take you back if you’re ready, we can start early.”

The blouse looked tailored, he guessed, because it fit her so perfectly, and given how much he’d found himself thinking about her tits over the last few days, he couldn’t imagine something right off the shelf fitting her that well. He hadn’t even seen a hint of cleavage, just the beautiful golden pocket watch swinging back and forth in front of his eyes, guiding his thoughts to internalize her suggestions, reminding him that he was doing good work to change his life and be happy. Every time he’d reflexively thought about his ex, the watch started swinging, and as it did her breasts filled the background of his mind’s eye.

He’d make a point to not stare, to not think about them, to…

“I hope you didn’t feel pressured by Lucinda to book so soon. She’s one of those converts I told you about last time, a true believer like your friend Kyle. And that’s good for me, because she should have the same view and direction for my business that I have, but…”

The walked into her office as she spoke, and as she closed the door behind them, he cut her off, “Oh it was fine. I figure you’re the expert, and she’s, I guess, at least informed, and… and I don’t know if it was a good time but…”

It was her time to cut him off, this time with a small, polite laugh, “It’s complicated, because hypnosis can be very enjoyable for some people. Not everyone has the same kind of powerful, or pleasurable reaction, but trance can be euphoric, or at least novel and compelling to some subjects. Why don’t you sit back, relax, and tell me how you felt last time, and how the last few days have been.”

“Last time was,” Anders found himself laughing, “okay it was a lot of fun. The way you kind of tricked me, or showed me how hypnosis worked, and what you were doing, it was, I mean I was out of it at the time right, but you knew that. So When I thought about it, when I thought about how you were showing me how you could help me, and how you could do things, it was fun, like, and I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, like you were a stage magician sort of.”

He watched her smile and nod in agreement, “Hypnosis is a nebulous concept for a lot of people. It exists as a simple, practical, therapeutic tool, but it’s also a silly entertainment device, and it can be part of spiritual practices too, since it’s a means of reaching a trance state, and trance is powerful. So,” he watched her pick up the golden pocket watch from her desk and walk back over to the recliner, “it’s more effective to show than to tell. And a little bit of, I call it hypnotic bullying, is more convincing than any kind of regular or rational conversation about hypnosis can be. Tell me more about how it felt, and about how you felt the last few day.”

She had the pocket watch in her hand, chain and face, and t his surprise he’d automatically reclined when he’d sat down, so now his gaze was level with her chest again, but after he realized he was staring at her tits under the soft, shimmering fabric of her, he realized was surprisingly tight blouse, he look more pointedly up and into her eyes. She was looking down her nose at him, over her glasses, and her deep, dark brown eyes, which seemed deeper and darker from her subtle but effective eye makeup, welcomed him home like an old friend.

“During the session I just felt sort of, pulled in? Every time you started to hypnotize me, I just felt this gravity towards you, and my mind and my body felt like they were just, I think, hooked? Like, right before you’d clap and tell me to sleep, or whatever you did, I felt like I was being drawn in, and then I’d sort of…”

“You’d go under.” She nodded as she said the words, her hands clasped together under her breasts. “You’d easily drop down into trance because you were being hypnotized by me. And I want you to think of those feelings more clearly now. Really focus on how you remember feeling with me in those moments after I would drop you, or put you under. Tell me what you thought as that happened.”

“I, um…” he paused, and he tried to capture the feeling of… ”It felt like I wasn’t really thinking. It was like the volume had been turned down, or that parts of me were just distant, or disconnected.”

“Good, let yourself thinking about that now, focus on those feelings, let yourself be comfortable with them in a meaningful and deliberate way. And tell me, over the last few days, how often did you also feel yourself feeling like that?’

Anders hadn’t thought he’d felt exactly that way the last few days, but with the memories fresh in his head, and the encouraging… commanding… gentle sound of Kumi’s voice… it was hard not to think of how he’d felt in the office wtahcing the watch swinging back and forth in front of her breasts, back and forth in his mind when his htoughts turned back to his ex, then back and forth to her pocket watch and the warm golden color, and back and forth to her soft, heavy breasts as the golden, calming…

“I uh…” he blinked and realized he’d closed his eyes, “sorry, I guess I kind of, maybe… I felt that whenever I followed that, was it a suggestion? To think about our session and doing the work instead of my ex?”

“That’s good,” her words were more of a purr than he’d expected, and the softness and warmth, and the authority of her voice washed over him. “Now,” her voice took on its more familiar, more measured tone, “how effective did you find my suggestion. Did you feel at any point over the last few days that you thought about our session without thinking of your ex first?”

There was something encouraging in her question, it wasn’t leading but it didn’t have to be. Of course he’d thought about the strange, new, interesting experience of going to a hypnotist. But had he thought about Kumi’s tits, because he’d thought about her tits under that mock turtleneck with the pocket watch swinging back and forth, it’s warm golden light washing over him. Had he thought automatically about their session instead of his ex? Was he substituting hypnosis in his mind before thoughts of his ex could fully manifest? Every time he thought about Kumi’s chest as the watch swung back and forth from…

He blinked again, coming back from being lost in thought, and she smiled at him, “Yeah, I guess I did. But…” he blinked again, he realized he was already sinking, already partially submerged into trance as easily as her asking him to remember. “but that doesn’t mean I…”

“There’s no way to know what you can’t know,” the pocket watch was dangling there hanging from her fingers, still clasped together under her breasts. “But no matter what we don’t know, what we know is that you responded well to the suggestions to  substitute some thoughts and feelings for other ones.”

She raised the pocket watch back up to where it was before, and it started to swing in front of the soft fabric of her blouse, tight enough across her chest that the buttons were straining ever so slightly.

“And if you know as much as I know about hypnosis, than you can think about how maybe you might not know if sometimes you were responding to the suggestion to think about hypnosis instead of thinking other thoughts, or maybe you were just thinking about hypnosis, and thinking about the warm golden glow of my pocket watch replacing unwanted thoughts so easily that you started wanting to think about hypnosis.”

The watch swung and his eyelids, getting heavier and heavier with every swing, followed.

“And the more you thought about hypnosis, and the more you recognized that it was working, the more effective it became. And I’m sure you can imagine, and agree with me now that it was easy for your subconscious mind to automatically start substituting my suggestions for your thoughts as you started to have them, until we can both agree, you know that I know there’s no difference between when and why, only how it feels to feel my suggestions getting stronger, as you get stronger as a hypnotized subject.”

He watched the watched, and blinked, and his eyelids wanted to stay shut. They fluttered as the warm golden watch swung back and forth, so familiar, so welcoming, so nice to look at… her breasts. It was nice to stare, to watch, his eyes getting tired, following it swinging and trying to take it the sight of her chest. It had been easy, easier than he’d thought it would be to just think about her tits instead of his ex, and he realized, he accepted that he’d been doing that for the last few days and…

“And as you become more suggestible as you become a more accomplished subject, getting stronger and stronger at accepting my suggestions, you can agree that it’s easier to realize that maybe yes, my suggestions were more effective than you thought, and every time you thought about me… I should say, every time you thought about hypnosis and being hypnotized by me… doing the work with me… you were just substituting bad thoughts of your ex, with good thoughts of me. And you can nod your head if that sounds like something easier to think than trying to think of a distinction between thinking about me just before and thinking about me just after.”

His head nodded just a little, and it was just a little too much diverted energy and attention, because when his chin went down, his eyes stayed up on the watch, which seemed to move up just enough to force his eyes to roll up…

“Sleep!” The force of her one word drove through his skull, right between his eyes and turned the lights out.

“Good, very good Anders. You’re having very powerful recall, hypnotic associations, and are responding very well to my hypnotic suggestions, and substitutions. By inviting you to re-enter trance through recall and memory, I’ve used the last few days as retroactive practice to help get you this deep, this fast again. You are, right now, as deep and as open as you were in the later stages of our last session, and that is fantastic, because you are more open to the work, and more receptive to the help I can give you. And just like before, remembering how effective this verbal trap is, when you agree that you’re ready to let me help you even more, trusting me even more, let yourself come up just enough to open your eyes and be aware now.”

He sat there in the darkness behind his eyes, everything warm and foggy and slow, and slowly, softly, gently, his eyes opened, and he felt dreamy and disconnected from himself in the best of all possible ways. He felt the soft, familiar strength of her voice, the way her words guided him, like they held hands with his thoughts, and he noticed that the top-most button of her blouse was undone.

There was so much chest there under her top that the one button revealed more cleavage than he would have guessed, and he stared, strangely, quietly pacified as Kumi continued to command his enthralled and malleable mind.

“Now, more help and deeper change requires more trust between the two of us. I need to trust you Anders the same way you trust me. I need you to trust my help, and I need you to trust in my techniques, helping you to substitute and replace bad thoughts of her and toxic, circular thinking of your failed relationship, with positive thoughts of us and the work we’re doing together.”

The pocket watch was swinging again, and as she spoke his eyes followed it, blinking, heavily closing and opening, and he realized his eyes were too tired to watch the watch so they just focused on the tease of deep cleavage he saw, blinking as the watch swung in front of the V of skin.

“And every time you practice letting my suggestions take hold, remembering you are becoming more suggestible as you become a stronger subject, which is a suggestion itself that you are accepting so easily now, and every time, you are letting yourself trust in my techniques even more. And encouraging you to trust in my process is a suggestion, and I am using the power of suggestion to suggest you trust my suggestions more. And you can trust me because I’m telling you just what I’m doing, and you can trust me because you know that I use tricks, but I’m not tricking you. Trust in my tricks and let me trick you into trusting my suggestions, because that’s not a trick.”

At some point his eyes had closed long enough for another button to come undone, and he stared into the very prominent and welcoming valley of her very deep cleavage.

Every time the pocket watch swung across her breasts he blinked, and every time he blinked he disassociated a little bit more. “Show me that I can trust you to trust me now, just by trusting yourself to cooperate automatically, listening to your body, feeling your feelings, and just trust yourself to accept my suggestion.”

Kumi’s voice took on a confusing, almost nonsensical lilt as it seemed like she was just rambling, but as she talked at him about trusting trust, Anders felt his body starting to melt down into the recliner, giving up just before his brain did.

“Remember, I can only help you if you let me, and you know that I can help you if you let me, and you came to me to help you, so just trust yourself to trust me, and let yourself become more suggestible and more agreeable to my methods so I can help you even more that before.”

The pocket watch was still swinging, but barely now, and since it was passing in front of her cleavage much more regularly, he was blinking more rapidly, whole everything inside his head felt as soft as her blouse and as warm as her deep cleavage.

“And after I help you this time, you’ll feel better than before, and before will feel better after, and after you feel better about how much I helped you before, you’re feel better about being more suggestible than before, because before you didn’t understand how much better you feel after I help you every time, after I hypnotize you every time.”

The pocket watch came to a stop right between her breasts, and while it was only two buttons undone, the incredible sight of her cleavage was enough to make him realize he’d relaxed so much and had become so caught up in her voice that he’d just passively accepted how hard he’d become.

“Do you trust yourself Anders?”

“Yes.” He said the word easily as he watched the pocket watch twirling on the end of the chain one way, then the other.

“And do you trust yourself enough to trust my me and my methods, Anders?”

“I…” he thought he was drooling a little, but it wasn’t as embarrassing as his erection, if he was even capable of being more embarrassed by his response to staring at her tits, than by actually staring at her tits, which part of him knew he was doing, but that part of him was lost in her cleavage as much as the rest of him was lost in the sound of her voice, “…do.”

“Good, now stand up out of the chair, sit on the couch, in the middle of the couch, and close your eyes, okay?” Her command was couched easily in her questioning command that compelled his agreement. Her words were encouraging, undeniable in his state of enhanced and increased suggestibility, and lost in the growing, surreal, sexual energy of the moment.

“O-,” his body moved on its own with a pleasant, yet startling lack of his own control. He’d stood up, disassociated from his own body, and walked the few steps to the couch in the office, then plopped down, his erection sticking straight up in his pants, “kay.”

His eyes closed as Kumi’s voice slowly moved back into its more commanding and instructive tones, “Your ability to trust yourself to become more suggestible with the power of suggestion, means you’ve progressed as a subject more completely than we both thought, and instead of thinking, I am just observing you now, being relaxed and open, only focused on my voice, your subconscious mind open, your conscious mind deciding at every moment, at every test, to just trust me more and more, and trust in my help more and more instead of thinking, reacting, or critically responding to your feelings.”

He felt her sit down next to him, close to him, one hand on his shoulder, one hand on his forearm, her warmth, her closeness, and the gentle squeeze of her hands on him was reassuring.

“And that means you’re ready for more advanced techniques, which I have to say, is very impressive, and very encouraging. I was hoping you would be able to open yourself up to my more advanced techniques, and I’m so proud of you putting your trust in my suggestions, and my help. And I need you to continue trusting me, and helping me, so we can unlock the next levels of deep emotional burden and weight that we can substitute  and replace for the feelings you want to feel with me, and for my work with you now.”

Those words came and went with her usual authority, but also dipped into a familiarity that was dizzying his already disassociated mind, before turning into the same purr he’d heard in her voice earlier. The flattery and the encouragement, and her warmth were pulling him down into the depths behind his closed eyes, and if she said more, he didn’t know if he remembered it.

At some point Kumi stood up, and when she did, he became aware of the absence of her touch, and found an awareness of her words and her voice again. “We have found a health way to break your circular thinking about your ex as it manifests, and you are realizing more and more that you can and do proactively replace thoughts of her with thoughts of me, and now we need to address a deeper level of memory and circular thinking.”

Anders felt hands on his belt, then his zipper, and the button of his pants, then he felt hands on his boxers, opening the flap so his erection stood out in the open air, only to be swallowed by warm, welcoming lips that started to bob slowly up and down his length.

“You are remembering, as I asked you to, the sensation and feeling of sexual pleasure from your ex. You told me that she gave great blowjobs, and right now you’re simply, and keenly remembering how they feel, because of the power of the human mind, and the power of hypnosis make these profound hallucinations and moments of recall possible.”

A twitch of cognitive awareness made him try to move, but as he tried to open his eyes to see what she said was happening in his head, and to move his hand to see if there was a woman’s head bobbing on him, resulted in a keen awareness that he couldn’t move. He couldn’t move, he couldn’t speak, he could barely open up his awareness to everything that was being said and done.

His world started to get smaller as he felt a tongue swirling around his cock, and yes that’s what she did. Yes, this was one of her classic, amazing BJs that he’d missed so much.

“Sexual pleasure, sexual connection, it anchors us to other people, it creates a meaningful bond that is as emotional as it is physical, and we natural treasure these bonds and connections. Sex is sex, and when sex is a part of love, we love sex, and we use sex to express love. It’s natural for you to remember the sex, and that means remembering love, but when we remember love and the good times, it can feel like quicksand.”

Feelings of familiarity and sadness, complex layers of emotion started washing over him in chaotic waves. Memories sparked, feelings came and went, and the blowjob he was hallucinating, remembering, feeling,

“Which is why we need to break the sexual memory loop, and substitute something just as powerful in our work to ground your desire to move forward from bad memories of her, to good thoughts of me… my work, and that’s why I want you to open your eyes and see me, and only me now.”

The maelstrom of inner complexity fell away as his eyes opened at her command, to stare directly at her chest, her blouse open by just one more button, but that was more than enough to show off a forest green bra with impressive lace cups. Multiple straps and buckles, and a single, small, green gem right between the base of the cups.

“That’s right, just focus on me, seeing only me, focusing on the gem, it’s your favorite color, so welcoming, so familiar, just like the golden pocket watch, it’s safe and warm, and you feel safe and warm losing yourself in the color now. Just lose yourself in the color, lose yourself in the gem, just let yourself submerge now, into the moment, into this feeling.”

She was so confident, so certain, and her words, the subtle, warm purr she slipped into, pulled him in. He stared at the pretty green gem, so green, so warm, so perfect, and felt the sound of her voice become her tits as his brain became that gem. He stared, blank, vacant, and moaned as another deeper layer of his inner self drained.

“Look at the beautiful green gem, it’s just for you, it’s just here for you to focus and fixate. It’s just here for you to let yourself associate the pleasure you’re remembering with this new memory of what it means to go forward and give yourself over to my help. Let yourself associate my work and your favorite color with the pleasure you’re feeling. Let yourself associate the color, the pleasure, and our work, let it replace your old memories, let it become what you think of when you…”

Her words lost their distinction and become nothing but the sound of her voice, the amazing sight of her breasts, and the gem. Everything became the soft, sparkling green of the gem, the shape of her huge tits, the color of her bra, and the sound of her voice became softer, and warmer as the pleasure built up and up.

He was staring at Kumi’s tits, and as the gem sparkled, he tried to remember, reflexively, remember his ex. But her face was a blur in his mind, and as he started to cum, as he started to gush in a long, steady, deep, orgasm, the spell was broken… just long enough for him to look down between his legs and see Lucinda’s bright blue eyes, vacant and empty starting up at him.

“Anders,” her voice was strong and commanding. It pulled him back to her, and he couldn’t make it to her face as she pushed her tits together, ‘Disappear like the gem. Disappear into me, into the moment, into the pleasure, and sleep.”

He didn’t have time or the mental capacity to process or make sense of what was happening, and as his eyes started to flutter, she started snapping and saying sleep louder and louder until the lights went out.