Hypnosis

Chapter 3

I woke up easily at 8:00 AM the following morning. We had an appointment at the hypnotherapy office at 10:00. I woke Nila up gently, and her shower ahead of me. I felt better then I had in ages. My wife was being freed from her anxiety attacks, and was happier then I had ever seen her. I had enjoyed her more the day before, and loved her more then I ever had thought possible with another person.

Was it selfish and wrong for me to be doing this? It was a question for which I did not have an answer. I was realizing many desires that I had thought heretofore to be impossible, and yet they were coming true. I was subjugating my wife to a form of sexual slavery that many people would feel to be reprehensible, and the act of a monster. But she was happier and free from a debilitating form of mental illness that had been destroying the essence of her soul for years. Was I simply trading one demon for another to suit my own purposes, and using her happiness over it as a rationalization? Very possibly. I decided not to worry about it just then.

I went into the bathroom to inspect Nila in the shower. I turned her around, touching her and fingering her liberally. Her bottom was still bruised and red, as were the backs of her thighs. But her body was nearly perfect! I kissed her and joined her in the shower. Reflexively, she dropped to her knees and began to minister to my cock with her mouth. I allowed her to do this for a couple of minutes, and then it felt so good, I allowed for a couple of minutes more. I made her take it all the way down, feeling that special, tight part of her throat. Her tongue massaged it all the way down. Finally, while burying myself in and out of her throat, I exploded into her mouth and throat, and she swallowed greedily. Again I could feel my consciousness being subsumed into her. It was almost a cosmic moment of clarity. I lifted her to her feet, and kissed her deeply. Again I tasted that familiar mix of her mouth with my seed, and swatted her lightly on the bare bottom. It was so sore that she squealed a little bit, and I said, “We can’t be late young lady! Get yourself dry and dressed immediately.” I swatted her a second time, and she squealed and said, “Yes Sir!  Thank you Sir!.” She ran to dress.

We reached the Therapist’s office on time, and again the therapist asked to speak to me privately for a moment. Taking me aside, she asked if I was satisfied with the first day’s results which I had seen in Nila. I told her that I truly was, and that all of Nila’s anxiety seemed to disappear after the events that I described earlier. She told that effect would only be enhanced more by the ongoing, full week of adjustments and suggestions. She told me that Nila would become progressively more of a sex slave to me privately, but would be more expressive and loving and free in the rest of her life, in which she had previously been enslaved by her panic attacks and fears. She told me that there would be virtually no act too depraved for Nila to engage in, if she believed that was what I wanted her to do, because the performance of those acts freed her from a much more horrible form of slavery. I asked if all three of Nila’s openings were truly now “on the menu” in any sequence? She smiled and told me to test that as soon as possible, in all forms, including the sequence. She encouraged me to test the depth of Nila’s commitment to perform for me in every way imaginable. I decided that I would test some of those things later the day. I left her with the therapist, saying I would be back for her at 3:00 PM.

I went out into Montreal with a little time, and a lot of imagination. As I thought about what was possible in the future, it occurred to me that over time, Nila’s body could begin to change in ways that I might not find attractive. I realized that over time she had begun to develop the very beginning of a little bit of a belly, and that I had never noticed it. I further realized that this was a trend that I wanted to reverse, not simply stop. I realized that I could request her hynotherapist to make a deeply anchored hypnotic suggestion to her, that her weight not exceed 100 lbs. At 5’3” tall, this seemed to me to be an optimal weight for her, especially if I had her surgically altered to have C or D cup breasts. I wanted her to also crave a radical Hourglass figure, with approximately a 22” waist or less. She could certainly have a lower rib removed on each side surgically, and while we were at it, there was certainly no reason not to have her intestines stapled in order to prevent her from being able to gain any weight in the future.

It occurred to me that I could have this surgery done at a private hospital in Montreal, while we were here. While she was recovering from the surgery, she could continue to receive hypnotic adjustments from her therapist, permanently spiking all of her changes into place. She would return with me from Montreal, at 100lbs., with perfect D cup breasts, a 22” wasp-like, hourglass waist, and a sexual compulsion to perform any depraved act that I wished her to perform for me, with any person I chose to designate. She would also have an undeniable craving to swallow my seed three times a week, and be spanked just as regularly. She would also be happier, because she would finally be free from anxiety attacks.

That day, I proceeded with the hypno-therapist and a local private hospital to make all of the necessary arrangements. The therapist handling Nila’s hypnosis had no problem incorporating her weight and acceptance of surgeries into her programming. She did of course want an additional $5000 to make it happen, which I paid. The hospital and the surgeons had no hesitation to perform the surgery as long as Nila told them she understood it, and wanted all of those changes to be made. The surgeon did caution me that giving Nila D cup breasts, combined with the removal of her two lower ribs; could lead to Nila having back pain. This would be from the excessive additional weight of her greatly enlarged breasts stressing the compromised structure of her frame. He suggested C cups instead of D cups. I must confess that I was a little taken with the idea of really big tits on such a little girl, with a waist that I could almost wrap my hands around, that I almost insisted on the D cups. However after a little thought, I relented and decided that the effect would be dramatic enough with C cups. If I chose, I could always have them further enlarged later.

The surgery would mean an additional 2 weeks in Montreal for the procedures and related recovery time. During that time, the hypno-therapist would visit Nila daily, in order to further entrench her programming.

With everything arranged, I returned to the hypnosis center and met Nila, as she emerged from her therapy session. She was happy and relaxed, and very happy to see me. She had already received the surgical suggestions, and in the taxi back to the hotel, I discussed them with her. Obviously, her preparation was perfect, and she couldn’t have been more enthusiastic, when I told her about the changes I wanted to have made in her body. We began to kiss in the taxi, and just for the fun of it, I began to grope her shamelessly. I unbuttoned her blouse, and kissed her breasts. I reached up under her skirt, first caressing her between her legs, with my hand in her crotch. Then with both hands I pulled her panties down to floor, finally removing them completely. I could see the driver watching us in the mirror.

I put her panties in my pocket, and began to finger her. She began to squirm and moan, and the driver continued to stare. We stopped at a light, and I further unbuttoned her blouse. I unhooked the front clasp on her bra, and exposed her breasts to the drivers view and my view. I fondled her breasts, weighing them in my hand one at a time. Finally the light changed, and the driver didn’t notice because he was transfixed by the view of Nila’s B cup breasts in the mirror. I raised my eyebrows at him, and a car behind us honked to get him going.

He started the car moving, and I opened my pants, getting my cock out. Immediately Nila’s hands were drawn to it, as she began to massage and stare at my already stiff cock and balls. I brought her head down to it, and she began to suck. I told her- “I want to hear you slurping on it- Louder! The whole time, I want you to slurp on it loudly, while you suck it.” She of course slurped on it as she took it into her throat, and out again- all the time doing it loudly. The driver couldn’t see her in the rear view mirror, but he could sure hear her, and knew exactly what was going on. We came to another red light, and he turned around, and for a few moments looked closely at Nila as she slurped and sucked on my cock. He looked at me, and I told him not to worry, that I would tip him handsomely, and that there would be no mess, because she would be swallowing everything that could potentially be messy.

And that was exactly what happened. He drove us to the hotel for another 10 minutes. Nila continued sucking and slurping on my cock, until I exploded into her mouth- which she obediently and hungrily swallowed. I sat her up and closed my pants as she re-fastened her bra, and buttoned up her blouse. The cab stopped in front of our hotel. I gave the driver $50 for a $20 fair, and told him to keep the change, and we got out of the taxi and went into the hotel. Everybody was happy, although I suspect that I may have been a little happier then everyone else.