Questions and conditioning

Ashley’s tone and body language shifted quickly once I was under, replacing her former sultry, relaxed demeanor with a colder, more precise one.

“Can you hear me?” She inquired, to which I sleepily nodded and, without opening my eyes, answered “Yes.” There was a pause before she spoke again, closer this time. “Raise your right hand.” I did so, then put it down when ordered. More instructions followed, brief and to the point, and I felt somewhat like a piece of machinery being put through its calibration. Satisfied, Ashley let out a deep breath, and began her work in earnest.

“Why are you here?” She asked.

“I need your help.” I replied, monotonous and honest.

“I can only help you if you follow my instructions. You will follow my instructions, won’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Stand up.”

I rose to my feet, somewhat unsteadily, as my eyes were still closed. Following Ashley’s instructions without the use of my vision was an oddly relaxing experience, and I could see how actual hypnosis might have some merits. I felt Ashley’s presence close, and her next question was whispered into my ear, “What is the first thing you think I can help you with?”

“Sex,” I replied, doing my best not to let my sudden arousal show in my voice.

“Good. Take off your pants.”

My pants dropped to the floor, followed shortly by my underwear. I waited silently for a moment, before Ashley’s soft hand gripped my slowly hardening cock and began to gently massage it. “I am doing this.” She intoned as she continued to simulate me, “Dr. Ashley is the one making you feel this good. You do feel good, don’t you?”

“Yes. I feel good.”

Ashley rewarded me with a few quick jerks along my shaft. “Who makes you feel good?”

“Dr. Ashley.” My responses, intended to be monotone and dry, were a bit breathier now.

“That’s right. Dr. Ashley is the one who makes you feel good. Your cock wants Dr. Ashley.” She gave a few more strokes of varying lengths and speeds before abruptly stopping. My breath hitched involuntarily, and I almost opened my eyes. My cock was painfully hard, but I was nowhere near release.

“Put your pants back on.” Ashley ordered, “Soon you will wake up. You will not remember anything that was discussed while your eyes were closed, or anything we did. But you will remember that Dr. Ashley is the one who can make you feel good, and you will remember that Dr. Ashley is the one your cock wants, understood?”

“Yes, Dr. Ashley.” I replied, fastening my pants around my waist once again.

Ashley guided me back to my sitting position on the couch, then cleared her throat before speaking, her warm, sultry demeanor back once again. “I’m going to count to three. On three, you will wake up. One… Two… Three.”