A cute brunette in her mid twenties

Christina walked into Dr Darke's office a little uncertainly and sat herself down in the comfortable looking brown leather chair opposite his desk that he had gestured for her to take.

She was an above averagely pretty twenty six year old with shoulder length brown hair, sparkling blue eyes and a slim and well toned figure. She was often mistaken as being somewhat younger than her actual age due to her cute features, short stature (she stood no more than a couple of inches over five foot tall) and the casual, slightly tomboyish clothing she usually wore. She was currently dressed in a pale green t-shirt, jeans and dark blue trainers.

Christina wasn't the typical wealthy executive Dr Darke was used to spending his time with. She had been referred to him by a colleague and he had taken her on as something of a favour but, now that he saw her, Dr Darke was very happy to have her on his books.

"Ah, Christina, a pleasure to meet you. You're here about your anxiety, I understand?" The doctor asked with his usual sympathetic but authoritive bedside manner.

"That's right." Christina nodded and semed to **** a smile as she rested her hands awkwardly on her lap "It's been a problem for me since I was young."

"Well, we can't have that." Dr Darke was undressing Christina in his mind as he spoke, but he decided to keep up the facade a little longer "Why don't you close your eyes and count backwards from a hundred to one."

"Okay" Christina replied with a hint of dissapointment. The last hypnotherapist had started like this and he hadn't been able to help her at all. What was it that was supposed to be so special about Dr Darke anyway? The only difference she could notice was the creepy way he kept looking at her. Nonetheless, she closed her eyes as instructed.

"One hundred, ninety nine, ninety eight.."

"Good, now you will fall into a trance" Dr Darke felt a wave of excitement rush over him, his heart beating a little faster. Was he really going to go through with this? "You can hear every word I say, but you cannot respond and you will not remember this conversation when I wake you."

Christina's chest moved up and down slowly in line with her breathing but she had stopped counting. She looked so cute, so ****, so inviting. Dr Darke could no longer resist the urges he had been keeping bottled up. He would have his fun at last. But Christina would come to no harm, she would forget everything that was about to happen to her and he would even cure her lifelong anxiety for free as a thank you. Everyone was a winner.

"From now on you will no longer feel any anxiety. You will be able to approach any situation, no matter how daunting, with a clear and calm mind."

Christina sat silently and remained spellbound. Dr Darke paused a moment before continuing. He was about to do something highly unprofessional.

"Until I say otherwise you are mine, Christina. My toy to do with as I please. You will do whatever I tell you, no matter how degrading or humiliating you may think it is. You are my personal plaything. My pet. And you must obey me at all times."

Christina remained motionless and expressionless as these words became her reality.

"You will not remember this conversation when you wake up. But you will remain completely under my power." Dr Darke smiled in anticipation of what was about to happen "Now open your eyes."