Indiscretions Chapter 8 Part 1

“Where is my wife? I want to see her first.”

When I enter the room, there is nobody in the room aside from Ray. Nadia said that they were sent to other wings, but after watching the video, I’m quite worried about them. What if Ray sent my wife and daughter to Mistress Noir? Maybe mistress Noir is hiding on the other wings, it will not be surprising if I find mistress Noir in the backroom, Ray is her friend after all. It is a piece of detail I kept forgetting.

“Why do you want to see them? Our one-on-one session hasn't even begun, Paul.”

“I'm worried about them,” I answer her question honestly. Being straightforward is better; if I need to save my family from Mistress Noir, I need to be quick.

“Worry? What are you worried about? Wait, do you suspect that I harm them?’

I nod my head. “Yes, I'm afraid that you are colluding with Mistress Noir. You are her friend after all.”

“Mistress Noir? Oh, right, she must have sent you a video. What kind of video did she send you this time? An evil psychiatrist corrupting a family? You should remember that it was you who wanted to use my service, it was you who requested me to dig a secret from your wife. And now you’re blaming me? Oh come on, Paul, you only have yourself to blame if I turn out to be a corrupt psychiatrist who works for evil dominatrix such as Noir. But worry not, I’m not that kind of person that you think of, I’m her friend, but that doesn’t mean I will try to corrupt your family. I’m a professional. I can separate between my job and my circle of friends. If you don’t believe me, you can see your daughter and wife at the other lounge.”

Ray points her finger at a door to show me where Lisa and Jessica are. I walk toward the room. On one hand, I hope Ray is like she said, a professional. Of course, I want my family to be safe and sound. But, my mind already imagines that when I open the door, I will see my wife and daughter turned into ****-addicted cum who beg Mistress Noir to let them cum. It makes me feel that my heart is stabbed by a knife, but some part of my mind can’t deny that I think it is quite a hot situation. It makes me hate myself. I’m a good conservative man with good morals, how can I find this kind of situation where my wife turned into slut so hot?

I open the door to the other lounge. No Mistress Noir, only Lisa and Jessica are chatting with each other. I feel a stone finally fall off my heart.

“Uhm, Paul, is your session with the psychiatrist finished already? Why are you so fast? It's not even ten minutes since I was in this room. Does the psychiatrist need us to come in?” Lisa asks me with concern.

“No…Ray, I mean Dr. Rachel wants me to see you two before I have my session.“ I twist the truth; I don’t tell them that I am here because I am worried about them. It seems that Ray is as professional as she said, so telling them that I am worried Ray would collude with Mistress Noir to harm them is no longer necessary. On the contrary, I need to make Ray more credible and not let them know that she was connected to Mistress Noir and the vice industries.

“For what?” Lisa pushed another question.

“Nothing, I just missed you.” I don’t know why I said that cheesy answer. I doubt Lisa will eat that answer.

I escape back inside without giving Lisa a chance to respond to my cheesy line.

“So, do you believe in my professionalism now?” Ray asked.

I nod. For now, I believe that Ray is professional, and Mistress Noir's video was just to rile me up.

“Good, and what would a good boy say in this situation?

“I'm sorry for doubting you.”

Ray smiled satisfiedly. “Good, now sit down, we will start your session.”

“Do I need to undergo another session? Didn't we already do it yesterday? I hire you to pry a secret from Lisa and let my Jessica behave. I think giving me another thorough therapy session is unnecessary.”

“What nonsense are you saying? We know yesterday wasn't even a serious session; I can’t even consider it a therapy session at all. We are not even touching on any of the serious issues you have because of the constraint of time. After my talk with your daughter and wife, I know that you are also part of the problem, Paul. If we do not address the issue, the situation of your family will be only superficially fixed while it actually hides a ticking time bomb underneath.”

“A ticking time bomb? Do you think I am a ticking time bomb?”

“Well, the bomb isn't specifically referring to you, but more to the situation, which will not have any real settlement. It's a family issue, and it needs a group effort if you want to save the family. If you don’t want to go through this, it means you aren’t serious enough to save your family,” Ray replied.

Ray’s reply made me feel pissed. It felt like she was looking down on my resolve to save my family.

“Alright then, I will show you how serious I am about saving my family. So, what will we do next? Will you start asking me a question?”

Ray nods. “First, just like before, I want you to be relaxed before I start asking you questions.”

I lay on the therapy bed. Breathe in, breathe out. As Ray instructed, I tried to relax.

After seeing that I am ready, Ray starts to ask me a series of questions.

“So, Paul, what do you think when you hear about gender roles? Do you believe in traditional gender roles?”

“To some extent, yes, but I'm not a close-minded person. I believe in a traditional gender role where a man should provide for his family, while his wife takes care of the house and their children. Despite that, I’m okay with a woman having a job as long as she doesn't spend her time in the workplace and neglects their family. For example, I still let my wife be one of the PTA chairwomen. I think it’s not too bad. She brings prestige to the family by being the PTA chairwoman; more importantly, she can become a role model for modern conservative housewives. I think that’s more important than limiting her to a traditional gender role.” I give Ray my view on gender roles.

“Interesting answer. I thought you would be a typical misogynist. Sorry, I mean a controlling husband who prefers that your wife stay at home and be a full-time housewife. I don’t expect that you are quite flexible in your stance toward gender roles. But do you know your wife’s plight by trying to be the role model in her work and at home? During my session with her, she was so stressed but tried to keep most of it by herself.”

“Hey, lately she vents her stress in a bad way to me,” I protested in a light-hearted manner.

“What she vents to you is just a minuscule amount of her stress. There is still a volcano underneath her skin that she tries to suppress. It is why she easily gone ballistic lately. The recent trouble in your family was the last straw that broke the camel’s back. The volcano inside her began to overflow. It's only a matter of time before it fully erupts. That is what we tried to prevent here. I need your cooperation here, well, if you think your marriage is still worth saving.”

From Ray’s very serious expression, I know that thing with Lisa isn’t something that can be taken lightly.

“Is her situation really that serious?” I ask her with a worried tone.

She nods. “Worry not, I am trying my best to help both of you. But it isn’t something that can be done in a single session of therapy; you and your wife will need to have multiple sessions with me, and I also need you to be cooperative to create a helpful environment. ”

“So, what can I help with?”

“The first step is to fix the problem with you. According to both your wife and daughter, you are quite a strict control freak. Not only that, you are projecting high expectations onto them, meanwhile, you are an absent figure in your family. Most of the time, you choose to be at your workplace rather than at home. If I may put it in words, you are a selfish asshole, Paul. You expect a lot from your family, but do almost nothing in return,” Ray was frank with her answer.

“I’m providing for them. We can live our lifestyle because I spend a lot of my time at work. It’s natural that I expect them to achieve the standard I want.”

“Providing a lot of money to your family is good, but it doesn't mean you can use your money to buy a perfect family. You unknowingly treated them like they are whore you can buy with money, but last I checked, your wife and daughter aren't a whore yet.” Ray rebukes me.

I’m speechless and don’t know how to answer her. I still think that I’m in the right, but I get what Ray implied.

Ray continued, “I will not tell you to work less; I just want you to understand their feelings. The current situation is that they finally understand that adhering to your expectation doesn’t have any reciprocation from you. They realize that you don’t appreciate their effort with how you behave yourself, so why bother? Basically, they feel betrayed because of your actions.”

“So I need to appreciate them more? Like spending more time with them?” I ask her.

I expect that Ray will nod, but the psychiatrist shakes her head. “Maybe it is too late for a superficial one like spending more time with them.”

“So, how could I get their trust back?”

“You need to put yourself in their shoes.”

“What do you mean by it? How can I put myself in their shoes?” I look at Ray with a puzzled expression.

She finally smiles as if she is waiting for me to ask her these questions. “I have a way to help you understand their situation. Paul, what do you think about hypnosis?”

“Hypnosis? Isn’t it just a fake show trick? Don’t tell me that it is real.”

“It is as real as it can be. I plan to put you under hypnosis to make you able to feel what your wife and daughter feel.”

“I don’t think I want to be put under. Even if I believe in your professionalism, I feel uncomfortable with someone tinkering with my mind. Is there any other way you can help me?”

Ray sighs and shakes her head, “Nothing better than putting you under, at least that I can think of. Well, you can simply say sorry to them and see whether they forgive you or the ticking time bomb ruins your family first.”

“Can the hypnosis be undone at a later date?”

“Yes, I will tell your wife and daughter how to undo them and how to trigger your back into the hypnotized state. And hypnosis can’t make you do what your mind considers unacceptable, for example, I can’t make you kill someone or kill yourself. Are you less worried now? You know your limit better than I.”

I didn't answer her right away. Only Ray’s tapping finger sound can be heard in the room.

Tap…tap…tap…tap, her finger synced rhythmically with my breathing. But I somehow don’t feel disturbed by the sound; it is a noise that makes me more focused.

Tap..tap…tap….tap…..tap…..the tapping goes from fast to slow and slower. As it slows down, so does my breathing. And as my breathing slows down, I feel strength leave my body as my muscles relax.

It is too late for me to realize that Ray has begun to hypnotize me before I give her my consent. Maybe this is the best course of action; if she hasn’t forcefully put me under a trance, I may not be able to make up my mind.

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“And wake up.”

Ray’s voice woke me up. The room light is blinding, so I don't realize my surroundings at first, but as my eyes get used to the light, I realize that I am no longer in Ray’s office, but in some room that looks like a clinic. I can see Ray across me, wearing a surgeon’s scrub.

Why was she in that costume specifically for surgery? It takes a few seconds to realize that there is only her and me in this room, and if Ray is the one who is doing the surgery, then I shall be…the patient that she works on.

It is the moment I fully regain my clarity of mind and jolt awake.

“What are you doing to my body?” I yelled at her, and then put my hand in my mouth. My voice is high-pitched like a valley girl. But it isn’t the worst thing here; I am naked, and I have breasts. No, Its more suitable to say that I have tits, obviously fake tits. It is as big as what the MILF has in the video.

“I give you a saline injection to give you wonderful tits and also inject you with some harmless substance so you have a higher-pitched voice than your normal one. Worry not, all of it is not a permanent thing. The Saline injection will shrink and dissolve by itself as time passes, at most 24 hours, and you will be a titless man once again. The high-pitched voice will return to normal even faster; you just need to drink a lot of water, and your voice will be back to normal in 3 to 5 hours. And before you get angry, I did this for you; I gave you all the tools so you could understand how it feels to live in their shoes. A woman’s perspective.” Ray explains the reason for her action to me.

I grit my teeth, still pissed at her, despite I know she did it to help me, she never told me that she was going to give me a pair of tits, she only told me that she was going to hypnotize me. Right, she was going to hypnotize me. What kind of hypnosis did she put on me?

“What about the hypnosis? What kind of command do you put in my mind?”

“Nothing too wild, I just put a suggestion for you to be more curious about women's lives, it will make you be able to relate to your wife and daughter better, so you can understand them better.”

“Really? Just that? I hope you are not lying to me and not telling me about some hidden suggestion you put on my mind.” I look at her with some suspicion.

“Yes, how many times do I need to repeat that I’m a professional to you, Paul. I will not do something that goes against our goal. And our goal is to help you be able to understand your family better,” she replies calmly.

“Okay, I believe you. So, what do I need to do next?”

“Next? Call your wife to pick you up and go home. At home, try to talk about girly stuff with the other women in your family.” Ray answers.

“Why do I need to call my wife to pick me up? Aren’t my car parked there?” I put a confused expression on my face.

“How long do you think you have been ****?”

“Don’t tell me that I have been **** for days, I am not, right?”

Ray doesn't answer me directly, so I look around to search for a clock. The room was a closed room without any windows, and there was no clock in here. I can’t tell whether it is morning, noon, or night outside.

Ray then broke into chuckles, “Look at how panicky you are, do you fear that you are missing some work days because you couldn’t tell how long you have been out? Worry not, it’s not even a day. You have been **** for four hours because of the anesthesia. So, rather than keeping your wife and daughter waiting here without anything to do, I let them go home first. Before I sent them home, I had told them about your hypnosis trigger phrase. They could help you with your conditioning without you needing to run to me. “

“Uhm, thanks, I guess.” Honestly, I don’t know whether I should thank her for what she did to my body. But she did all of this with good intentions. A good man should know when to say thank and sorry when someone deserves it.

“That doesn't mean that you don’t need to come to me for another session. You still have a few issues we need to fix.” Ray reminds me.

She continues, “And before you go, you can change to the attire I have prepared for you; your old clothes no longer fit your new body.”

Ray pointed to a present box in the corner of the room. I walked toward it and opened the box.

“Do you like it?” Ray asked me like a mother giving a present to her children. I don’t know whether it is sarcasm or a genuine question.

“You want me to wear those?” I ask her in hesitation.

Ray nods. “Yes, you have some womanly trait now, so why not dress like a woman?”

The clothes in the present box were a pink sheer gown, a pink lacy bra, a pink satin panties, a pair of pink stockings, and there is even a long golden-blonde wig on it.

“Where are my old clothes?” I would rather change into my old clothes even if it ill suited than wear them.

“Paul, it’s sissy gurl time.”

Did she just say something?

I blinked and suddenly found myself already changed into the dress. When did I change into these?

“Did you do something?” I ask Ray.

“What? No, do you see me doing something? I’m just sitting here, not doing anything. You changed into those clothes by yourself after I told you that I accidentally ruined your old suit when bringing you here, and I promise you that I will get it fixed after knowing it is your favorite suit.”

Yes, I remember now, I asked her about where my old clothes were, and she told me that she ruined my suit. My favorite suit! But before I could get angry, she promised me that she would get it fixed, and I could pick it up at our next session. So, because of that, I don’t have any other choice but to wear anything but this gown.

My face is red in shame; the sheer gown makes others see the pink bra and panties underneath it. Worst of all is that I don’t know why, but I have such a hard boner, and in this sheer gown, people can see my boner making a tent on my panties. I do admit the material of the panties feels so good, it's like someone is constantly rubbing against the tip of my dick with a silky glove. It feels good, but I also feel so ashamed. It’s such a complicated feeling that makes me unable to enjoy the pleasure.

“You are all set. Let’s go up to call your wife,” Ray says.

Continued in the next part.

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