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 ASSTR;'Hypnotist'{Bunyip}(F Mast)[1!1] Hypnotist by Bunyip

   I'm fairly sure that this is a story I have picked up and edited, though
I've had it so long I can't remember getting it.  Sorry if I've pinched it
from anybody.  I've studied Psychology and hypnosis so it's possible I
wrote it after reading an "ethics" example.



   There is a fine line in hypnotism over which one should not step.  It
involves trust and ethics.  Early in my career in hypnosis, while young and
masculine, I was to routinely hypnotise a girl of about 17 I think although
there was no guardian there so she might have been 18.  It taught me a
lesson, not because anything went wrong but because I recognised how it
might have gone.

   I had interviewed her several times and recognised that there was a lot
of tension, and a lot of inhibition within her.  I wanted to release her
from her tense world, and with her permission had agreed on hypnosis.  She
said she was concerned about what I could do with her while under and I
told her the truth, she was always in charge and would not do anything that
she truly believed to be wrong.

   I induced a sleep in her and then gradually deepened the sleep into a
trance.  On the way as I had asked her if she were comfortable she agreed
she was then let her legs flop apart so her panties were clearly on view.
It was the seventies and the skirts were so short you could see panties in
the street, so I was enticed but not concerned.

   Now I won't go into details but in the process of the therapy it became
clear that all of her inhibition was instilled by her ultra-religious
parents concerned about her virginity.  So much so that she had become an
uptight, fridgid shell fighting a hypersexual adolescent within.  She was a
virtual nymphomaniac in solitary confinement within her pristine,
parentally supervised shell.

   All I had to say was "You are an individual, of legal age, old enough to
make your own decisions.  You are free of your parents control now and you
can make your own life." She immediately undid her cardigan top and pulled
it apart popping her bare breasts out of her simple bra.  Usually of course
people under hypnosis just lie there but she was so motivated to release
her inner will that she acted spontaneously.

   But now I had a dilemma.  If I woke her like that, she would surely
suggest that it was me that caused it, and perhaps I had.  If I redressed
her, as much as I dearly wanted to personally tuck those lovely breasts
into her bra, she then would be correct in saying that I had interfered
with her.  If I simply told her to redress then at least I would have a
clear conscience, but what message was I giving her about her freedom? 
Finally, but in no way certain, I decided to wake her after reinforcing
that she should remember every word, particularly that I had not requested
her to expose her breasts.

   She woke and smiled at me, and said "I remember every word." She looked
at her breasts and said "I think they look wonderful, but mommy says I
should hide them all the time.  Do you think they look nice?"

   "Very nice!" I said still pondering where this was to end.

   "Did you like my panties?" she asked and I immediately knew she had not
gone under but was toying with me.  She had however benefited from the
"play" we had gone through and was a very much different person.  She
immediately told me how she knew she was "uptight" but did not realise how
easy it was to cast off her parents high moral views.  As she spoke I
noticed that she put her hands onto her panties and begin playing with
herself through the thin cloth.

   You might imagine how difficult it would be to remain seated watching a
gorgeous young woman masturbate while she is being interviewed, but I had
little choice.  To stop her was to reject her ability to release herself
and make her own decisions.  I let her describe her whole life to me again
and again, this time from her inner personality.  She was not a split
personality however and her previous personality never returned.  She did
try to behave as her parents wished, in their presence at least.

   She became more open from that week forth, with her hands going inside
her panties less than twenty minutes into the next session.  In her
continueing interviews with me, weekly over the next three years, she would
tell me all, as long as she could masturbate as she spoke.  In weekly
installments, her parents paid my rent over that time while I watched their
daughter wank off.  Of course she said she could never do it at home, not
even late at night or early in the morning, because she knew she was doing
it in 'their' house.  As far as she was concerned they "didn't even do it
in their own house."

   No she just came weekly to my office and talked over a myriad of
problems which we solved one by one, as long as she could masturbate.  At
times I would be biting my lip to avoid saying anything inappropriate, and
often after she left, I would go to the bathroom for a wank and it would be
a quick, hard jerk with a tremendous explosion of cum.  Then I would be
fine for another week.

   Sometimes, in winter mostly, she would be wearing slacks and would
masturbate with her hands inside them so I saw nothing, but heard
everything including her half dozen orgasms in the 50 minute sessions.  She
would stop talking to me and sure enough, within a few seconds, she would
orgasm before continueing with her conversation.  I did try to discourage
her asking her each week to talk as long as she could without resorting to
masturbation, but she would agree and start almost immediately.

   Mostly, in the first year at least, she would simply masturbate inside
her panties, discreetly on rare occasions, but often, so openly that I
watched through the cloth at her her fingers working in her slit.  She
became so comfortable with me that I occasionally caught her pulling her
panties to one side purely so I could see what she was doing.

   All the time I felt she was progressing and so got rather used to it
all. Her maturity developed, her life gelled into place and she began
studying psychology.  Our conversations turned to matters she was studying
and how they effected her, and her masturbations were slower, more mature,
and less frantic.  They appeared to be almost habitual at last rather than
apparently necessary to relasing her thoughts, until one day I said "Do you
think you could stop that now?"

   She smiled at me and said "I only do it for you, I think it helps you
concentrate." She stopped at that time and then we had a couple of sessions
without the masturbation and I said I thought she was doing pretty well. 
"Cured?" she asked.  "I think so," I answered "as long as you can stop
masturbating in front of dirty old men." She smiled and hugged me for the
first time, in fact I had been working "hands off" for the past three years
with a phobia about getting caught and having to explain myself.

   She made one more booking to take me to dinner the following week and
you know what, her sexual organs had developed well over those three years!