She shares her dream, surprising both herself and her therapist

"If you think it will help, then I suppose I could share it," Guyld sighed, fanning herself idly as her face reddened. "My, the heat is simply blistering today."

Lenore peaked her eyebrows, noting silently that the room was actually quite cool, thanks to the breeze coming in through the window.

"I was in bed with my husband, with one hand around the shaft of his penis-"

Lenore's hand, holding the quill pen, went from writing the letters neatly to making one long line across her paper distractedly. Her ordinarily stoic eyes widened at the bawdy, unbidden detail she was receiving. Part of her wondered if she should interrupt and find some way to reverse the hypnotism, or simply let things proceed their course...

"-and the other under the covers. I jacked him off, in that way and lovingly kissed his lips... we opened our mouths and used our tongues, l-like I haven't since I was a young girl," Mrs. St. Vendigeld continued, fanning harder as she summoned back the detail. "His strong hands played with my breasts... we were stark nude... he pinched my nipple... I don't allow him to do that normally, it's rather crude, but... I liked it..." As the noble lady spoke, she found herself massaging one breast absent-mindedly, barely fighting back the urge to reach beneath through the upper hem, to make her dream a reality. "Oh... And beneath the covers... you were there-"

The therapist broke the tip of the quill against the page, ruining it. "M-Me? I was under your covers?" Lenore questioned, her mouth hanging open. It wasn't a professional look for a therapist, but the detail was too unreal.

"Yes, quite naked. Oh, don't worry, I thought to myself that you were very pretty, very good looking in this dream of mine. Now, here is the strangest part... In my dream, you were sucking two of my fingers beneath the cover, while rubbing my clit. That's all quite bizarre, isn't it? Why should you be in the bed with my husband and me? Ha ha, I should have warned you that the answer was embarrassing for both of us! Such a flight of fancy..."

"Y-Y-Yes... Such... Such fancy, Mrs. St. Vendigeld," the therapist responded, trying not to let on how attractive she found that particular fantasy. "Mrs. St. Vendigeld... how do you feel?"

"How do I feel? Why..." Guyld pondered, realizing that her embarrassment at sharing the dream had subsided. As a matter of fact... She felt pretty good! Cheerful! "I actually feel quite nice," she chuckled, fanning herself again with less heat in her face, despite the intimate dream she'd just shared. "I suppose what you said is true... Sharing is actually a very effective form of therapy!" As she folded her fan and set it beside her, Lenore could see the happiest, most vibrantly beaming expression she could remember seeing on the face of the elder St. Vendigeld. It was an expression so youthful and free of wicked thoughts, it could easily have belonged on the woman's nineteen year old daughter.

Lenore needed no further proof that the hypnosis had been effective... Dangerously effective, even! At the same time, who could argue with these results? Sharing that one little story had made Guyld III so cheerful... Her mood had done a 180 from its earlier gloom. This treatment could easily be the most effective she'd ever prescribed!

She cleared her throat. "Miss Vendigeld, I'm going to suggest something a little unusual next..."