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                     HYPNOSIS/MIND-CONTROL
                                
                   "PANIC ATTACK - THE CURE!"
                                
                          (by Mesmer) (C)
                                
                           Chapter I

He was a therapist of long-standing, having been psychoanalysing mainly
distressed and neurotic women now for almost ten years. And, he was
bored. All of his original well-intentioned values were still there, of
course, but he had known for a long time it was time for him to move on.
But to what he wasn't quite sure.

He had researched everything that had ever interested him, including
hypnosis and mind-control, and, although the prospect fascinated him he
rarely had the opportunity, let alone the confidence to try any sort of
experiment with any of his patients, in spite of all the books and
published articles telling him that hypnotic amnesia was easily induced.

A knock sounded on the door to his office. It would be Diane, he
thought, as he glanced at his watch. he rose from behind his desk and
walked to the door, opening it quickly and allowing Diane, a reasonably
attractive dark-haired woman in her mid-forties to walk through and
inside. He closed the door and returned to his desk, watching her as she
sat down in the chair opposite him.

"How can I help you Diane?" he asked, allowing his gaze to take in her
obviously distressed state.

"I'm having ... panic attacks." she said hesitantly, then lowered her
eyes to stare idly at his desk.

Yes, she was, he thought, recognizing all of the classic signs of severe
and acute anxiety. This shouldn't take long, he decided, not really
wanting to know her history, knowing he could fix her problem and
brighten up her other-wise depressing day. He decided to get straight
into it. Then he stopped himself in mid-thought, not sure whether it was
his own slight depression at his future direction, or the look of sheer
helplessness on Diane's face as she sat opposite him and just continued
staring at the desk in front of him.

Diane wasn't sure she had done the right thing in coming to a therapist.
She knew she wasn't crazy, but she also knew she might be if she didn't
somehow get rid of these damn panic attacks. They caused her to freeze,
sure that something disastrous was about to happen if she didn't just
stop dead in her tracks and wait for it to pass. But it had started to
become a little embarrassing in the supermarket of late. Her friend had
suggested a therapist and this one had been the closest she had been
able to find.

"Diane." she heard him say to her. She looked up and into his eyes,
forcing herself for some reason. Whenever she was having one of these
attacks she just couldn't bring herself to look at anybody directly
without a great deal of difficulty, and smiling was simply right out of
the question. her face felt like it had been stretched taut over her
bones and that to smile would surely cause it to crack. His eyes were
warm and friendly.

"I believe I can help you very quickly with hypnosis. Would you like to
try?" he asked her.

Hypnosis, Diane thought. Mind-control. That's all I need. What the hell,
she then thought. She couldn't go on having these panic attacks. her
life would just fade away completely.

"If you think so." she replied. "I just want them to stop."

So far so good, he thought as he opened his lap-top with the spiral
program on it. He started the program and turned the computer screen to
face Diane opposite him, noticing her eyes glance quickly down at it and
then back at him.

"Just relax and try to find the very centre of the spiral." he told her,
watching her eyes drop quickly once again to the screen in front of her.
"And notice how your breathing is already slowing as you watch the
screen and try to find the centre.

Diane did as she was told and tried to find the centre of the spiral. It
was impossible. It didn't have one. Every line of inward-turning spiral
just seem to disappear into nothing and be replaced by another which
also disappeared into nothing. She did notice, however, that her
breathing had slowed a little, just as he said it would. And she felt a
little more relaxed than she had when she first arrived.

"Just allow yourself to take time out." he told her smoothly, warmly.
"Allowing yourself to just keep gazing at the centre wherever you try to
see it and you'll soon feel the weight of your own body on the chair and
when you feel the weight of your own body on the chair you'll know
you're becoming more and more hypnotized as you feel the relaxation
washing over you from the top of your head to the tip of your toes.

Diane did as she was told and soon she really did notice how heavy she
felt in the chair. Her arms and legs felt as heavy as lead. And her
thighs and buttocks felt huge and weighty. She still hadn't been able to
find the centre of the spiral, but she was feeling more and more relaxed
with each passing second. he had a nice voice, but strangely it now
seemed a little softer, as if it was coming from far away somewhere. She
thought about that, wondering why she felt that since he was only
sitting opposite her over the desk, or was he. She didn't care. She was
now fascinated with trying to find the centre of the spiral.

He could tell by the deeply relaxed look of her facial features she was
slipping into trance quickly and easily. Her eyes had taken on a glazed
look as she stared at the screen. Next step, he decided, gaining a
little confidence from her going to trance so easily.

"As you become more and more deeply hypnotized and very relaxed," he
began. "Don't be surprised if your eyes just want to close all by
themselves so they can be and feel as relaxed as the rest of your mind
and body are starting to feel right now."

Diane's eyes closed immediately, much to her surprise. She could still
hear his voice, but it sounded even further away and very soft, almost
like a whisper. She continued to look through her eyelids at the
imaginary centre she hadn't been able to find, feeling her mind and body
relaxing more and more with each passing second. She felt good, she
decided. Maybe there was something to this hypnosis business after all.

He stared hard at her countenance. She had obeyed every suggestion he'd
given her so far. For some reason he felt himself twitch and stir, and
his pulse quickened slightly.

"You are now beginning to feel better than you have for a very long
time, Diane." he told her. "So relaxed and so calm. And you haven't had
a terrifying thought since you came in. And the more you allow yourself
to just keep drifting downward in your own mind and body with each word
I say the more better you'll begin to feel like you are feeling already,
only twice as deeply relaxed and calm and peaceful without a care in the
world as if you'd taken a handful of Valium that were just coursing
through your bloodstream and relaxing every tiny muscle in your mind and
your body where you are now feeling so relaxed you couldn't even be
bothered to try and think of a single thought except how soothing my
voice is when you hear each word and allow it to take to even more
deeply into hypnosis than you are right now."

Diane could feel herself losing it to the sound of his voice and the
very relaxing feeling throughout her mind and her body. She began to
drift in and out occasionally. His voice would sometimes seem loud and
then soft, alternating between the two. It began to fascinate her as she
became more and more aware that everything he was saying was coming true
as he said it. She felt like she was slipping slowly down inside a long,
soft tube of safety and protection where nothing could get her or harm
her or upset her anymore.

He fought to keep his voice calm, in spite of his racing pulse as he
watched Diane go deeper and deeper into trance. She sat slumped in the
chair with her head down almost to her chest. Her breathing was deep and
steady. Her arms rested comfortably in her lap.

It was time, he decided, to put into practice what he'd read in an
article published by an Austrian psyche student about mind-control.

"Now that you're feeling so trouble-free and so deeply hypnotized,
Diane, you can already feel how nice it would be to be able to come here
whenever you like, whenever you happen to be feeling stressed or just
wanted to take time out for a little while if things were starting to
get you down. That would be nice, wouldn't it?"

Diane was immediately aware of her head nodding, but she couldn't recall
consciously doing it herself. It seemed to do it on its own. She tried
to talk and say yes but her throat and mouth seemed as dry as the Sahara
desert. They just didn't seem to want to work so she simply stopped
trying and concentrated once again on his voice. It seemed to be getting
softer than ever. She strained to hear it and not miss a single word. It
might be important.

It was time, he decided. Tine to put her to the test and see if the
psyche student was lying or not.

"Diane, listen very carefully. I'm going to implant a trance key in to
your subconscious mind that will allow you to come back to this
wonderful feeling of peace and relaxation whenever you hear it. Whenever
you need to get away. Would that be acceptable to you?"

Again Diane felt her head nod and again she wondered why she couldn't
recall doing it herself.

"That's fine. You're doing perfectly." he soothed her reassuringly.
"Your trance key will be the word, 'sleep time.' and whenever you hear
the sound of my voice say those words your head will slump forward
immediately onto your chest and you'll fall over the cliff and into the
same deep relaxation you are feeling right now. No matter what you are
doing or where you are you will go instantly back to this place, feeling
only the deepest sense of peace of mind and relaxation you feel right
now, and waiting patiently for the sound of my voice to tell you what to
do next whenever you hear me say your trance key, 'sleep time.'

Diane took it all in. It sounded like a great idea. A ready escape
whenever things got too much for her.

And when I awaken you in a few moments you will remember nothing of what
I've told you during your trance because you want each and every
suggestion I've placed in your subconscious mind to work toward your own
good and to heal you so you can have control back over your life and you
realize now that subconscious suggestions work best when you can't
consciously remember them because you don't need two minds to remember
the same things so you can forget easily what your subconscious mind
will always remember what you will always forget. Isn't that true?"

Everything he was telling her seemed to make an awful lot of sense as
she drifted here and there trying to focus on his soft voice. It wasn't
easy. It kept floating in and out of her hearing as if he was walking
around the room away and apart from her.

"When I count up to three and snap my fingers you'll find yourself
coming instantly awake and feeling better and more refreshed and in
control than you felt in a very long time. One...two...three." he said,
and then snapped his fingers and waited.

Diane heard the snap of his fingers, as if they were snapped in her
ears. her eyelids flew open. She blinked a few times and looked at him
as he sat opposite her at his desk. He wasn't somewhere else, she
thought. He'd been there all the time.

"How do you feel?" he asked her.

She looked down at herself and stretched. She felt great. This hypnosis
was really something. She intended to recommend it to her friends. In
fact, she'd never felt better. She smiled widely at him in amazement.

"I can't believe it!" she exclaimed happily. "I feel absolutely great!"

He smiled inside and out, wondering why it had taken him so long to try
hypnosis on a patient.

"Sleep time." he said soothingly, and watched and waited.

"Huh?" Diane said. "Sleep wha....ohhh." and suddenly she seemed to be
transported to a wonderful, relaxing place. her body and mind soared as
she relaxed back into a deep trance.

He watched as her head slowly sank to her chest, smiling as widely as
she had been only seconds before.

"In a moment I'm going to wake you up again and ask you if you remember
being hypnotized with the use of your trance key which your subconscious
mind will always hear and you will always forget. You will not be able
to remember being hypnotized a second time, and, in fact, you will think
you've just woken up from your first trance with a feeling of
familiarity, but that's all, and feeling even more wonderful than you
have ever felt before. One...two...three..." and he again snapped his
fingers and watched and waited.

Diane's eyes snapped open a second after she heard the snap of his
fingers. She blinked a few times and stretched, smiling widely as she
did so.

"How do you feel?" he asked.

"I feel great!" she exclaimed. "I feel absolutely terrific!" And as she
finished saying the words Diane felt strangely as if she'd only just
said them. But she knew that couldn't be. She only just been woken up.
Boy, she thought as she stared at him with a broad school-girl grin all
over her face. This hypnosis really works. Then again Diane had the
feeling that she'd only just thought that too, just a few moments ago.
Then she shook her head, knowing she'd only just woken up.

"What can you remember from your first trance?" he asked her quietly.

Diane thought about it for a few minutes, but try as she might she could
only remember how great it had been. How relaxing and peaceful she had
felt the entire time he his voice had been fading in and out, because
she'd had to concentrate really hard to hear him sometimes.

"Your voice faded in and out a few times." she said to him. "I had to
really concentrate to hear what you were saying sometimes. But other
than that I can only remember feeling good. Feeling great, actually.
This hypnosis really works, doesn't it?"

He grinned inside and out. "Yes, Diane. It certainly does. He was as
amazed as she was that it had worked so well.

"Sleep time." he said softly her.

"What?" she began. Then, " Ohhh...ye..es." and Diane felt her eyes close
and head fall softly forward against her chest. Her mind seemed to fall
over a cliff of some sort as she fell down and down into the most
profoundly relaxing feeling of calm and tranquillity she had ever
experienced in her life. She seemed to be floating outside her own body.
She felt so light. As light as the air itself. She wanted to cry out for
joy, but she couldn't get her mouth to work. It didn't matter. It was
glorious. Absolutely wonderful.

He watched and leaned forward as he saw her lips move, but he couldn't
make out what she had mumbled.

"I'm going to give you something to think about." she heard his soft
voice say from somewhere far off in the distance. "You feel so wonderful
right now because I've helped you feel that way, and I know you feel
very happy. Isn't that true?"

Diane felt her head nod again all by itself, just like it had before,
but she agreed anyway. This man had definitely helped her, and god knows
someone had to have or she would have gone around the bend. Yes. She was
certainly grateful to him. That was for sure.

"Diane, I want you to think about that fact that you can never again
feel as wonderful as you do right now unless I alone allow you to feel
that way by hypnotizing you because you can't do it for yourself. Isn't
that true?"

Diane thought about that for a few seconds.  She guessed it was true.
She certainly was no hypnotist. The thought of never feeling as
wonderful as she did at that moment brought a feeling of sadness to her.
No . She didn't want that. She wanted to feel like its whenever she
wanted to. It was too good. It felt too wonderful. Her head nodded again
and she agreed with her own gesture.

"Then is stands to reason that you need me to allow you to experience
the wonderful bliss you feel right now whenever you want to or need to.
And that unless I agree to allow you to feel like this again, then you
never will, without my help. Isn't that also true?"

Diane's head nodded before she could even think about what he'd said.
But she guessed she did need him in a kind of way she hadn't thought
about before. Then he was right, she finally decided in her thoughts.
Unless he agreed to it she could never experience the bliss she was
feeling right now. But why would he not agree.

"And unless you're a good girl I can't agree to allow you to feel like
this again. That makes sense, doesn't it? That you have to be a good
girl to get your reward of feeling like this again whenever you want to
or need to? And then I can agree easily?"

Diane had to admit that what he said to her, did, in fact, make sense.
She felt her head nod again. How could she expect to feel like this if
she wasn't a good girl. She always tried to be, all her life. And if she
wanted him to agree to allow her to feel like this again then she would
have to be a good girl. But that wouldn't be hard, she thought to
herself as another wave of deep relaxation washed over her mind and
body. She liked being a good girl anyway. Her mother had always told her
that she had been the best of her three sisters. She had always been the
most good girl of them all when they had been growing up.

"Then I would like you to seriously consider that I am now like your
master, and that unless I agree to hypnotize you again you will never
again feel as wonderful as you do right now. And that as your master now
you should seriously consider showing your master the proper respect by
calling me 'Master' whenever you address me in the future whenever we
are alone, just as naturally as can be, as if it were my name, because
it is my name where you're concerned from now on if you ever want to
feel again like you do right now. That would surely please me and I
would most certainly agree then that you'd been a very good girl and
certainly allow you to feel like you do right now whenever you wanted to
or needed to. That makes sense. Doesn't it?"

Diane pondered over what he'd said. Of course she would be a good girl
and she wanted to feel like this again. Only he could make it happen so
she guessed that did in fact make him her master. And if that was his
name for her then it seemed only proper and right that she call him by
his rightful name. And he was her master now and it wouldn't be right if
she didn't. She wanted to be a good girl. Again her head slowly nodded.

"And you won't even be aware that you are calling me by that special
name, even when you say it because it will seem so natural because I am
your master now, in every sense of the word. Aren't I, Diane?"

Diane's head nodded before she even finished her thoughts. But he was
right, anyway. He was her master now because he was the only one who
could hypnotize her and  make her feel like she did right now. And she
always wanted to feel like this. And if he was her master now, which he
was, then it was only natural she wouldn't be consciously aware of
saying his name. She never wondered about anybody else's name when she
spoke with them. Diane pondered over how interesting it felt to have a
master. She'd never had one before.

"I want you to seriously consider that if I am your master then you must
be my slave who respects what her master can do for her whenever she
needs looking after because god knows and you do too that you need
looking after sometimes. Everyone does at times, even you. That's why it
feels so nice now to have a master and to be the slave of one, so he can
look after you whenever you need him to, by being a very good
girl-slave. That must make sense to you Diane. Doesn't it make good
sense to you?"

Diane thought long and hard about what he'd said. A slave girl. Just
like in the movies. But then again, he was her master now, she knew
that. And if he was her master then she must be his slave. He was right
about that. That did make sense.  And she did  need looking after.
Everyone did at times, just like he said. But she was lucky now. She had
a master who could make her feel like this anytime she wanted to or
needed to. Her head nodded slowly in agreement.

"That's fine, Diane. You're doing perfectly. You are a very good girl. A
very good slave-girl. And you deserve a reward for being so good. When I
snap my fingers you will feel instantly a wave of pleasure begin between
your thighs and wash quickly up over your breasts, ending in an
instantaneous orgasm, because you certainly have been a good slave girl.
Haven't you? and you do deserve a reward for being good. Don't you?"

An orgasm? Diane thought about that and smiled inwardly. That would be
nice, She hadn't had one for a while. Could he really give me one just
by snapping his fingers? Well he was her master, so, she guessed that
means he could do anything he wanted to her and make her feel however he
wanted to make her feel. Look at how wonderful he was making her feel
right now.

He snapped his fingers and watched and waited. He saw her take a deep
breath, then sigh. Then her breathing became raggard and deeper as if
she was making love and getting closer to her thresh-hold  with each
breath she took. She began to make little soft moans with her voice and
her hands began pressing  between her thighs in time with her breathing.

As soon as she heard his fingers snap it seemed as if someone had began
touching her between the legs. The feelings of sheer raw pleasure began
to wash up and fan upward over her belly and breasts faster than she
could count or think. Her mind began to race in the pleasure she was
feeling in the moments of each one's arrival between her legs and ending
up at her nipples which were now torching and aching for a release of
some kind. Then suddenly, Diane's mind and body flamed from head to toe
as her hypnotic orgasm seared a path up nd down her spine for several
seconds before finally burning out and leaving her breathless. God, she
thought, when it had passed completely. God!

He couldn't be more pleased. he had watched a hypnotic-induced orgasm
and it looked as if she really felt it and experienced it on every level
in her mind and body. She had shook visibly as she had peaked in her
pleasure, her head rolling from side to side as she'd moaned her rapture
silently and softly. Her back had hunched and arched and her hands had
pressed and rubbed furiously with the capping of her rapture.

"That's fine, Diane. You're doing perfectly. And from now on that will
be your reward every time for being a good slave girl. In a moment I'm
going to wake you up and you will remember nothing of your trance or
what has taken place. But you will remember who I am at all times in
your mind as your master and you will address me naturally as such when
we speak and be obedient and loyal. So loyal in fact that you will
select only the girls or women you think would like and who would make
good slave-girls to bring to me for their training, just like you've now
finished and passed with flying colours which make me feel so proud of
you that my heart feels like bursting. You will present them to me with
whatever their problem is and ask if I can help them like I helped you.
Then you will remain and watch as I train them, so they can be as good
as you. That makes sense, doesn't it. That you be here and supervise
their training since you are their leader as the head slave-girl.
Doesn't it?"

Diane felt wonderful. So wonderful she felt like crying. her master had
given her the most wonderfully satisfying orgasm and had made her feel
so wonderful. And now her was making her head slave-girl while he
trained those she brought to him. It was the least she could  do.
besides, the thought of having her own girls felt somehow really good to
her as her head nodded in agreement completely with everything he had
said.

"Very good, Diane. And because you are such a good slave-girl I will
remove forever any more panic attacks from your mind and body. You
simply will not have them as long as you allow me to be your master and
remain my faithful, obedient and loyal slave-girl. Do you understand?"

Diane understood completely. She never wanted those panic attacks to
ever come back. What a good idea it had been to come to a therapist
after all. What had she been so concerned about in coming in the first
place. She would always be loyal to him and very obedient to be a good
girl so he could give her more of what she'd already experienced. A warm
feeling rushed over her body at the thought of her past orgasm She
nodded her head.

"One...two...three." and he snapped his fingers. watching her eyelids
fly open and blink rapidly. Then she smiled as her eyes met his.

"How do you feel?" he smiled warmly at her.

Diane smiled. "Great master!" she answered immediately. "I've never felt
better in my life!" For only a second Diane thought about his name.
'master.' Strange name, she wondered, but it sounded natural to her ears
and seemed to just roll off her tongue. Besides, the way she was feeling
he had made her feel, so maybe he was her master anyway, she figured.

He decided to test her before dismissing her for the day.

"Diane." he began, watching her eyes glue themselves to his lips. "You
realize now that I am your master and I am your slave, and that you'll
do everything and anything tell you to and be happy in the doing.
Don't you?"

He watched her smile fade and her eyes widen as she took in her words.

Diane heard everything he'd said, but for some reason she wasn't
offended or upset. Shaken she should be, but for some reason she wasn't.
For some reason she knew he was right. She was his slave and he was her
master. She didn't know why it all sounded so natural and right to her,
but it did. And she knew she would do anything he asked her to do.
Anything at all. That's what good slave-girls did-anything they were
told, and, they were happy when they did it, otherwise they wouldn't be
very good slave-girls and they wouldn't have a master for very long.

"Yes, master." she answered him finally.

he slowly let out the breath he'd been holding, feeling it leave
silently thorough his teeth as he watched Diane, his first slave-girl
sit and gaze passively at him from across the desk. His new direction.
he'd found it. And there would be many more like Diane. She was only the
first.

"You may leave now Diane." he said to her  softly with a smile. "I will
expect a call from you in the very near future when you have selected
our next new slave girl for training. Do you understand?"

"Yes master." Diane heard herself say, thinking of just the right girl
for their next slave-training. "I understand. I'll call you sooner than
you think." And then she smiled as she stood up.

He showed her out the door, then returned to his desk. He sat down and
leaned back comfortably in his chair. Today Diane, he thought as his
smile widened. Tomorrow and army of slave girls, He sighed. Someone had
to be their master. It may as well  be him.

                          End Chapter I
                                
                       (to be continued)
                                
                           by Mesmer
                                
                                


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