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Mother-Daughter Act
Standard Disclaimer - If you enjoy this Hypnosis/Mind-Control story
please show your appreciation to the manager who has been kind enough
to publish it for me. Thank you. - Mesmer.
"MOTHER & DAUGHTER ACT"
(by Mesmer) (c)
Chapter I
"She just has no confidence in herself
whatsoever." the anxious mother said to James Brady, a psychologist,
on the other end of the phone. "I can't even get her to go out with
her girlfriends, let alone out on an actual date with a boy! I'm so
worried about her! And now her schoolwork has started to get worse as
well. Can you help me do you think?"
James let out his breath slowly between his teeth, timing it
nicely with the end of the worried woman's sentence. The smile came
easily to his voice with his standard, but genuine answer.
"Yes, Mrs Rogers. I'm sure I can help your daughter." James
answered. "But I'd like to see you both, if that's alright with you?
Just for a general chat first, sort of get an unobtrusive overview
without your daughter actually knowing it. Would it be possible to
convince your daughter with a white lie by saying that 'you' were
coming to see me for some nerves or something?"
"That's not far from the truth, anyway!" Mary Rogers answered.
God knows she felt like she was going to lose her mind with the way
her daughter just sat in her room all day long or moped about the
house, tripping over her bottom lip. "Yes. I don't think that's a
problem. It's a good idea, actually. I'll get her to think that she's
just keeping me company. How will that be?"
"That will do nicely, Mrs Rogers." James answered with a smile in
his voice. "When would you like to make an appointment, and what time
would suit you?"
"Ummmm. How about tomorrow? Would you have a time free about ten
o'clock in the morning?" she asked.
"I'll juggle a couple of appointments, Mrs Rogers." James told
her. "Shouldn't be a problem at all."
"Oh thanks, Doctor Brady!" she said. "I hope I'm not
inconveniencing you."
"Not at all, Mrs Rogers. Not at all. And please, Call me James."
he replied.
"Thank you. My name is Mary." she responded.
"Thank you, Mary." James said. "I'll see you tomorrow at ten. Bye
for now."
"Good bye Doctor Bra...err..James." she said.
Doctor James Brady hung up the phone smiling, confident he would
be able to help both daughter and mother. Most women were their own
daughter's problems at the best and the worst of times. Usually if he
managed to help one, he would end up helping the other, usually the
one who did not seek the help in the first place.
*
Mary Rogers and her daughter Julie were right on time, and James was
waiting for them. He had placed another chair in the therapy room on
his left. He planned to sit Mary Rogers in the recliner, since her
daughter would think her mother was the one seeking help. And Julie
would be seated on his immediate left. Both would be within two feet
of where he would be sitting in the middle of them, easily able to
hear his voice.
After Doctor James Brady had introduced himself to her she put
her arms around her seventeen year old daughter and eased her forward
a little bit. The girl looked down at the carpet the whole time until
her Mary squeezed Julie's shoulder a little, thinking the doctor
wasn't bad looking at all for a man in his mid to late forties. Mary
had been divorced now for four years.
"James. This is my daughter Julie." Mary said with a sparkle in
her eyes at the charade she was taking part in with the doctor. It had
been easy to get Julie to accompany her. "Julie. This is Doctor James
Brady. He's going to try to help me today."
"Hi, Julie." James smiled warmly, finally seeing her eyes move up
to meet h is gaze as her head raised a little at being addressed. The
girl certainly appeared introverted at this early stage.
"Hello." Julie answered softly, wishing she was anywhere else in
the world, except where she was. She had reluctantly agreed to
accompany her mother, but only because her mother had practically
begged her, saying she couldn't possibly visit a strange man alone.
"Mary, would you like to take a seat here in this chair?" James
said, directing her to the large velvet recliner. "And Julie, would
you sit here? Nothing is going to take place that would require you to
sit by yourself in the waiting room. Besides, I'm sure your mother
would appreciate you being here with her.
James waited until they had both seated themselves and then took
his place between them.
"Now." he began, addressing Mary Rogers. "You explained the
problem you have fully to me on the phone yesterday, Mary. And I
understand completely. I've been thinking about it seriously and have
decided to begin the therapy immediately. I don't feel the need to
know any more about it at this stage. Is that alright with you?"
Mary Rogers smiled. He was very good at charades, she thought as
she answered. "Yes. That's fine. The sooner we begin, the sooner I'm
sure I'm going to feel so much better."
James turned to Julie. "Are you comfortable, Julie?" he asked.
"We're going to be here for a couple of hours at least. Why don't you
both take your shoes off and really make yourself comfortable.
Julie nodded, but said nothing. Nor did she return the doctor's
warm smile. But she did slip off her sandals when she saw her mother
taking off her shoes. They were too tight anyway.
Mary Rogers settled back into the deep, soft velvet recliner,
suspecting how easy it would be to just curl up in its soft, warm arms
and drift off to sleep. She had to admit she felt a little bit excited
at the game she and James were playing for the benefit of Julie.
"Right." James began. "Before we get right into it, I just want
to go through some deep relaxation exercises. If that's alright with
you? That way, it will be easier and quicker to get right to the heart
of the problem when the time is right for it to be dealt with once and
for all. Okay?"
"Yes." Mary answered, settling herself more comfortably down into
the warm arms of the big chair.
*
"Now, I want you to look up at the ceiling and see that little
red-painted spot there. Can you see it. Don't tilt your head up. Just
keep it level and lift your gaze with your eyes." James instructed
her, hoping Julie would follow suit. That's why he had raised his left
hand and pointed to the red spot he had painted on the ceiling. His
left arm passed right up beside her face, such that her gaze, if she
were looking, would have had to follow his pointing finger to the red
spot.
"Don't take your eyes off it for a single moment." James guided
both women secretly. "Just become aware of your breathing ... how
easy and natural it has become already since you've been staring at
the little red spot ... Relaxing and letting go completely ... you
should feel ... in a moment or two ... I wouldn't be surprised at all
if ... your tired eyelids are becoming as relaxed as the rest of your
mind and body ... so relaxed and calm and peaceful that they are ...
probably already beginning to feel ... and starting to become heavier
and heavier ... and maybe will even begin to start blinking ... as
they start to definitely feel ... more and more tired and .. more and
more heavy ... and probably will even close themselves down ... all by
themselves ... when they feel so heavy ... and so tired ... that you
just couldn't be bothered trying to hold those heavy ... tired eyelids
up anymore and ... allow them to close now ... all by themselves and
... completely relax and ... let yourself go completely ... and just
keep on drifting down ... and down ... and down .... deeper and deeper
... relaxed and calm ... warm and safe ... deeper and deeper asleep
... and warm and safe."
James paused in his slow and deliberate style of speaking to
allow Mary to deepen her own trance a little, once she realised just
how relaxed she actually felt. He turned his head just a little, aware
immediately that Julie's eyes were also closed. He turned more toward
her and studied the features of her face. They were relaxed and calm,
but with some movement of her eyes beneath the closed eyelids. She
would deepen herself down as well, James decided for the moment, and
then left them in silence to their own discoveries for a full minute.
"Now." he said softly and slowly after the minute was up. "I want
you to allow your imagination to ... choose stairs .. an escalator ..
or an elevator .. or nay way you like to imagine so strongly ... and
when I snap my fingers ... allow yourself to gently drift down ...
one relaxing deeper level at a time ... relaxing and sleeping ...
deeper and deeper ... with each level you go deeper down ... when I
count to three ... and snap my fingers ... One ... two ... three."
James snapped the fingers on both hands at the same time. The
fingers on his right hand snapped directly beside Mary's left ear, and
the fingers on his left hand snapped directly beside Julie's right
ear. He watched Mary's reaction first, as her shoulders sagged as she
exhaled. Her hands fell a little sideways and she seemed to sink more
deeply into the big chair. He turned then to observe Julie. Her
shoulders too had sagged and rounded forward. Her head was now
leaning forward slightly toward her chest, with her arms resting
loosely on her lap, just touching. James smiled, and then left h em in
silence. He had deliberately not told them how many levels to go down,
hoping in his silence they would take themselves down to whatever deep
level they felt they wanted to explore, just to see if they could
relax as much as possible. Time alone with their thoughts and their
imaginations now was the most important thing he could allow them to
spend.
Mary Rogers had never felt this relaxed in her life before. She
had started to think that maybe she should stay alert and listen to
what he was saying, just in case he needed her help with Julie, but
after taking the escalator down to each deeper level, just like at the
shopping mal she just couldn't be bothered trying. It was simply to
relaxing in what she was doing and feeling. Besides, James seemed like
a perfectly capable person. She was sure he wouldn't need her help.
After all, he could always wake her up, she decided, and then she
stepped back on the escalator and allowed herself to drift down deeper
again into the peace and relaxation of the deep, comfortable chair
that seemed to be wrapping its soft, velvet arms around her and
cuddling her like a baby to its mother's bosom.
Julie had started out listening to what James was saying to her
mother, determined not to really pay it any mind, even when he pointed
to the little red spot on the ceiling he wanted her mother to stare
at. She had tried looking elsewhere and had begun to stare at the
paintings of the waterfalls around the office walls of soft, green
paint. But when he had begun to talk of relaxing, and speaking so
slowly and in a strange way, she couldn't help but listen. Julie knew
she was relaxing very deeply. She hadn't been tired, but she had felt
it wash over her when he had first started speaking. After that, she
had felt really calm and relaxed. So, she decided it wasn't going to
hurt if she eavesdropped on her mother's therapy. Two for the price
of one, she had smiled to herself. When the doctor had asked her
mother to choose a way of relaxing more deeply, Julie had chose a long
and winding set of stairs, just like she had seen in the movie, 'Gone
with the Wind," when Scarlet O'Hara came gliding slowly and gracefully
down the long and curving staircase. And the more she imagined it the
deeper she felt herself sinking into her own peace and relaxation.
Everything else seemed to have faded away, except h is voice. Even
that seemed softer at times. She would have to listen harder, but it
seemed to be taking too much effort, and Julie was now beginning to
feel very, very sleepy and tired.
James let his gaze wander slowly between both women, satisfied
with the way each appeared to be relaxing, just by the look on their
face and their facial features. Mary's mouth had a slight, loose smile
on it, while Julie's had opened slightly. Her head now hung even more
forward than it had before. He decided to allow them a little more
time to deepen themselves in their own way before he locked their
thoughts into the sound of his voice, and his voice alone. Time was
always on everybody's side, he thought, in his business, at any rate.
After several more minutes of trained and calm patience through
years of experience James continued with his induction of the two
women. It had been his plan from the beginning trance both of them
down. He always did whenever he had both mother and daughter together
because the problem of one was usually the problem of the other. He
began with a gentle command.
"I wonder if you can see ... and feel ... and experience
... your special place ... all around you now ... so warm ... and so
relaxing where ... you're all alone ... and you're very safe ... and
it's very peaceful ... and you feel so private ... The place where ...
you always go to ... in your mind ... when you ... want to be alone
now ... with your thoughts ... you can now feel yourself ... in that
familiar place ... so warm ... and so safe ... and so very protected
from the world ... and all of the situations .... and all of the
people you'd ... rather not see or be with ... as you experience your
complete aloneness now ... alone in your special place ... with only
the sound of my voice ... soft and soothing you ... helping you relax
... even more deeply than ... you are relaxed and calm right now ...
your special place ... all alone and private ... so very, very private
... and safe ... and protected ... with only the sound of my voice."
His scrutinizing gaze travelled from one tranced woman to the
other - checking both closely for trance depth. Mary seemed deeper
than Julie. Then he decided on his next plan.
"It's beautiful where you are ... so peaceful and so private ...
alone and so safe ... and so relaxed and calm ... hearing only the
sound of my voice ... and you can come here anytime ... with the soft,
soothing sound of my voice ... and the sound of your trance key,
'sleep time.'... and the sound of my voice ... soft, and soothing ...
to your special place ... when you hear your trance key, 'sleep time.'
... whenever you want feel safe and alone ... warm and very, very
private ... with the sound of my voice ... and hearing your trance key
... wherever you are ... whatever you're doing ... when you hear your
trance key ... you will want to come back here ... with the soft,
soothing sound of my voice ... saying your trance key, 'sleep time.'
... which you can forget now ... because your unconscious mind will
remember ... your trance key is the sound of my voice ... saying your
trance key, 'sleep time,' ... which you can forget now ... because
your unconscious mind will remember ... what you have forgotten
already ... because it never existed ... only in your dreams ... and
in your unconscious mind ... to allow you to come here instantly ...
whenever you hear ... the sound of my voice ... saying your trance
key, 'sleep time.' ... that you can't remember now ... even if you try
... and the more you try ... the more you don't want to ... remember
something you didn't even notice in the first place."
That should do it, James decided as he stared hard at both women
in turn. Then he slowly woke them up refreshed and alert to the count
of ten. They both blinked and rubbed their eyes. Julie stretched while
her mother yawned and continued blinking.
"Oh!" Mary said dreamily. "Did I fall asleep?" She couldn't
remember. She tried for a moment, but nothing at all came to her
except how great she felt-relaxed and alert, refreshed as if she'd
just woken up from a deep and relaxing sleep. Then she smiled. She
probably did.
"I think I might have too." Julie agreed dreamily with her mother
as she stretched her arms high above her head again. "I had a nice
dream though, But I can't seem to remember it. It was nice though. I
remember that." What was it? Julie questioned herself as she gazed at
her mother's relaxed and calm face. Julie noticed she hadn't seen her
mother look as relaxed as that for as long as she could remember.
Julie puzzled over why she couldn't remember a dream she'd just had
only minutes before. She could always remember her dreams for a few
minutes after awakening of a morning. She shook her head and forgot
about trying anymore. She felt too relaxed and calm.
*
"Sleep time." James tested them both, then waited.
""What?" Mary said, feeling her eyes grow extremely heavy. Her
body seemed to then sink quickly inside itself as she sank deeply into
the soft, velvet chair.
Julie heard the doctor say something and turned to ask him what
he'd said. She noticed her mother's eyes close quickly. But that was
all. Her own eyelids were feeling heavy. So heavy. So tired. Too much
effort to keep them open. So she didn't. She just gave herself up
completely and surrendered to the wonderful, relaxing feelings and
sensations washing over her body from her head to her toes.
James watched Julie's head fall slowly forward toward her chest
as she lost the battle to keep her eyes open any longer. Mary had
succumbed very quickly. She was probably a natural at relaxing, he
thought as he checked each them visually again for several minutes
each. Now for the big finish and the final part of the induction, he
decided. And then, the test. He began a little more quickly now so
their conscious mind wouldn't get in the road of their unconscious
accepting everything without having any time to be questioned. They
were both too relaxed and tranced down anyway. Julie's chin was almost
touching her chest.
"Back deeply involved in your special place .. with only the
sound of my voice..all alone and safe..away from everyone...even your
own thoughts...because its too tiring to think ... when you can listen
to me ... soft and soothing you .. relaxing you .. caring for your
needs .. and you like your needs cared for ... to be looked after so
well ... so warmly and so gently ... just as you like ... that nobody
else can do ... when you listen to me ... and feel so wonderful and so
alone and safe .. and listen to me ... who makes you feel this way ...
and takes you to your special place ... where you're alone and safe
... and wanting to stay here ... and be looked after ... all of your
needs .. all of your desires ... all of your wants ... when you listen
to me ... just as you like ... just as you want ... those special
needs ... those secret needs ... those private needs ... listen to me
... care for your needs ... just as you asked ... care for your needs
... juts as you wanted .... just as you need .. to listen to me ..and
do what I say ... and care for your needs ... your private needs ...
your secret needs ... listen to me ..o what I say ... your needs will
be cared for ... you will be happy ... just as you wanted ... that's
why you came...your needs will be cared for ... just as you wanted ...
that's why you came ''' to listen to me ... tell you what to do ... to
care for your needs..just the way you wanted ... that's why you came
... to satisfy your needs .. your private needs ... your secret needs
... relax and enjoy now ... relax and enjoy now ... care for your
needs ... just as you wanted ... relax and enjoy now ... Say nothing
now ... relax and enjoy now ... care for your secret needs ... relax
and say nothing ... everything is perfect and natural ... just as you
wanted ... that's why you came... to relax and enjoy ..relax and
enjoy..relax and enjoy..relax and enjoy..and do exactly as you're
told. Do exactly as you're told. Do exactly as you're told ..relax and
enjoy ..relax..relax."
James fell silent for several minutes and waited until they had
sorted themselves internally and accepted the thoughts from their
unconscious minds as their own. He could feel his pulse quicken with
his heartbeat as it always did before the final test in cases like
this, but he loved it. God, how he loved the thrill of the challenge.
To James Brady, there was no challenge, like no challenge.
Mary accepted everything as sounding like so much common sense.
That's why she had come to him. Of course it was. To have her secret
and private needs met. It had been so long. And she had so many needs,
that all needed to be met. One of her better ideas. She felt so
wonderful and so warm, in her special place that only she knew about.
Julie knew she needed her needs to be met. She tried herself,
often, but never quite got there. She wasn't even sure if she knew how
to do it properly. But she felt it was time. It was the perfect time.
She was in her special place. Nobody could reach her here, or tease
her or put her down. She was an adult here, and soon, she would be a
woman, just like she always wanted to be. She smiled.
James saw Julie's smile and smiled himself. He checked Mary and
saw she seemed perfectly and completely involved in the thoughts and
suggestions he had placed in her unconscious mind and then was given
ack to her conscious mind in her imagination.
"You will only hear the soft, soothing sound of my voice when I
say your name." he told them soothingly, caressingly, sensually. "You
will hear me speaking only when I say your name. If I say another name
you will deafen your ears and not hear. If I say another name you will
be deaf to what I'm saying and not hear anything. It won't be
important unless I say your name. I will not be talking to you unless
is say your name you will not hear a single word."
Then he checked them again for several minutes while the minds
did the job he had told them to do. Then his heart jumped and his
pulse raced steadily as his hands began to move off his lap. His right
hand reaching toward Mary, his left hand reaching toward Julie.
"Julie?" he began with her first. "You can believe now that you
want to willingly accept and obey everything I say to you ... without
question and without doubt ... believing everything I say to you ...
is perfect natural ... and right and correct in every way ... in order
to have your secret and most private needs met ... and satisfied in
every way ... which is why you came ... and what you really want.
Isn't that true?"
James watched Julie closely. Her head slowly nodded. "Ye..es."
she mumbled into her chest. He smiled. Then he repeated the same words
to Mary in exactly the same way and the watched her just as closely.
"Yes." she said dreamily, nodding her head.
"Julie? Stand up carefully now, take off every bit of clothing
you are wearing, and then sit back down so that you're very
comfortable. Do you understand?"
"Yes." Julie nodded. She realised that she couldn't have her
secret needs met if she had her clothes on. She knew that. Slowly she
rose up from the chair, knowing she would have undressed anyway in a
moment or two, when she'd thought of it. And she knew she would have.
She reached behind her back and undid the zipper of her dress, sliding
it all the way down to her lower back. Then she slipped it off her
shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Her hands quickly found the
clasp of her bra and released it, feeling really wonderful as her
full, ripe young breasts fell loose and free. She could already feel
the stiffening of her nipples. Her thumbs then hooked beneath the band
of her white panties and dragged them down over her thighs. The inner
heat she was feeling now in her lower belly was a familiar one, but
this time, she would reach her goal. After stepping out of her
underwear she sat back down in the chair, but more comfortably this
time. Her neck had been straining the way she had been sitting before.
Now her head was relaxed, but straight, and the heat was slowly
working its way upward from the junction of her thighs to her breasts
and nipples. She could feel them already simmering with expectation of
the moment she had been waiting for, for so long.
James was hard from the strip-tease show he had just witnessed at
very close range. Julie's full, jutting breasts were a delight to
rest his appreciative eyes upon. And the thick, black widow spider
curled up at her apex just begged for his special attention. But for
the moment it would have to wait. He had Mary stand up and undress
next. Mary's breasts, although sagging just a little were still a
sight to turn on any man who lay eyes upon them. When she peeled down
her panties over her hips James received a beautiful eyeful of her
bottom: two creamy cheeks of soft, white flesh with a deep, dark
crease that would soon be receiving his fullest attention. When Mary
sat back down in the recliner her lush, thick, curly bush attracted
his instant attention and hardened him more than he thought would be
possible.
*
"Julie?" he commanded her gently. "Spread your legs as widely as you
comfortably can and the begin to gently masturbate."
Julie's heart pounded against her ribs. It was beginning. She
lifted her felt from the floor and moved them very widely apart, until
she was comfortable. God, she felt sexy. Her soft fingers found her
centre and dipped inside, and then began a circling motion over and up
and down her crease. Her pleasure mounted rapidly. Her breathing was
already sounding like panting to her own ears which made her feel even
m ore sexy than she already did.
"Mary? Bring your feet up to the chair and open your knees as
widely as you can and then begin to masturbate."
Mary heard him say it to her. She moved without even thinking
about it. It had been so long. She drew her feet up and rested them on
the edge of the soft, velvet chair. Then she widened her knees,
feeling the gentle coolness invade her openness, heating her
expectation of having her needs met so fully. Her hands knew exactly
where to go to find the centre of her pleasure. Her long, slim fingers
dipped very slowly and very deeply, then her right fingers continued
their slow penetrating action while the fingers of her left hand began
to circle her soft crease until she could hear her own soft moans
slowly and gently escaping from her mouth. She felt hot and flushed
with excitement and pleasure and knew from experience she was well on
the way to going over the edge.
James watched, feeling a little sad for a moment that women had
to suffer so, simply because of the psychological restraints that
society and their parents and peers placed in their minds as the grew
to sexual maturity. No woman should have to suffer the aloneness of
being unfulfilled, he thought. It simply wasn't fair when their were
so many men and so many ways to develop and fulfill that aloneness.
"Julie?" he said softly to her. "Stop what you're doing and pay
the same attention to your breasts and nipples. I'll finish what you
started now, while you just enjoy."
Almost immediately he continued. "Mary? Stop what you're doing
and pay attention to your breasts. "I'll finish what you started while
you just enjoy."
James saw both women carry our his instructions instantly and
reached out with his hands going in opposite directions for both of
them.
*
Julie's breasts felt wonderful in her gentle hands. Her nipples were
stiff and hard ans stinging. They felt full as if she had milk in ,
but she knew that wasn't possible. Her heart hammered against her rib
cage. Her pulse throbbed in each nipple and in the depth of her soft,
swollen crease. She sucked in her breath rapidly when she felt the
warmth and solidarity of something began to gently slide up and down
her wet aching wet cleft, then sighed loudly as she welcomed the waves
of pleasure that torched upward instantly from the touch of another
person's hand.
Mary had never felt happier. Her breasts had always felt nice and
full to her own touch. All the men she'd ever allowed to make love to
her, including her ex had told her what sexy breasts she had. She
moaned deeply the instant she felt the warm fingers begin to paint her
crease with invisible paint, stroking gently up and down, from the
depths of darkness between her buttocks, to the throbbing, flaming
shaft of her swollen jewel of pleasure. She moaned again as the warm
fingers began to circle her and dip gently inside her in a rhythmic
action. Her buttocks relaxed and her thighs widened their acceptance
of the incredible waves of pleasure and rapture that were rapidly
racing her mind, her senses, and her burning body all the way to the
top of passion's mountain. Mary closed her eyes tightly in readiness
for the blissful fall from the top she knew she was about to fall
from.
James worked the gentle fingers of both his hands methodically
and yet lovingly on the warm, wet creases of both mother and daughter
at the same time. He could see they were both only seconds away from
reaching their peak. They were both moaning deeply and panting fast,
and as their hips and buttocks lost control and began to jerk and
convulse uncontrollably he deepened his grasp on the centre of them
both and took firm hold of each of their swollen jewels between his
fingers and thumbs and squeezed, in gentle, but repetitive grasps of
pressure. That did it for both of them, yet he relentlessly kept up
the alternating pressure of his gentle pressure-squeezing as they both
writhed against his sensuous actions on their most private core.
Julie's senses deserted her when she felt her most secret place
grasped quite firmly. She heaved upward without conscious thoughts of
her actions. Her consciousness of who she was and what world she
actually lived in deserted her completely when she felt the constant
squeezing of her most secret place begin. She felt her hips begin to
shudder beyond her own control, yet knowing they were her hips and
buttocks that danced to the tune of her own happening pleasure.
Julie opened her mouth to scream her rapture to whatever world
she was in, but no sound passed over her swollen lips. Her breasts
flamed, with each nipple singing its torching sensations to the angels
in the heaven she was sure she was in. Her loins exploded again and
again, over and over, wave after burning wave in a volcano of
absolutely incredible sensations that ran torrid flames of pleasure
relentlessly and repeatedly up and down her spine, which continued and
flamed again and again with each squeeze she experienced on her
writhing and twisting volcano's erupting core.
The floodgates of Julie's inner pent-up passion and private
undiscovered, but always felt raw lust opened and closed repeatedly,
emptying their sensually toxic wine and slick nectar, cooling her
overheated young channel of fire. Julie crushed her own young breasts
in her now, not-so-gentle hands, twisting them, pulling them away from
herself, grasping each burning nipple and merging it into the flesh of
her own tumultuous grasp, heightening unknowingly her elation sensing
all pain as nothing but rapturous bliss and heaven-sent pleasure to
the waiting receptors of her rapidly failing conscious mind.
Then slowly, but surely, the myriad of beautiful, swirling
colours of Julie's new world of rapture and heavenly bliss began to
dim as she felt, rather than saw her own lights to that wonderful
world go out and extinguish completely. As her consciousness slowly
deserted her, all Julie could sense in her rapidly failing awareness
was the warm and constant pressure on her private core. Her last
thoughts of lucidity before her world went completely dark was of the
relentless, repetitive, and absolutely glorious pressure she could
feel over her whole body at the same time. The pressure...the
pressure..the pressure......
Unaware of her daughter's situation Mary knew she had lost
control. She felt herself fall off the high mountain of her own
rapturous pleasure with the very first squeeze of her flesh. After
that she had not stopped falling. She tumbled in her mind, over and
over as wave after wave os burning heat and pressure enveloped her
mind and senses completely. Mary knew not where she was, or what time
in her life she had reached.
Mary only knew her body was on fire, being torched again and
again, over and over with each squeeze of her throbbing, slick flesh,
spinning crazily out of control and not caring. She existed only in
each blissful and consummate moment of pressure and nowhere else. She
was aware of the uncontrollable actions of her hips and thighs, and
knew she was only along for the ride. Her mind sang with the heavens
above as the waves of burning heat and fire burned into each and every
nerve in her spine, from the depths of her flaming buttocks to the
stem of her mindless mind.
Mary's inner dam burst, flooding her flesh from within, over and
over, like the tides of no return. She groaned in her own voice that
she didn't even recognise. Her vision beneath her tightly closed
eyelids began to go grey. And it was at that point, with her own hands
wringing the fire from each of her breasts and nipples that Mary knew,
somewhere in the dark recesses of her remaining awareness that she was
about to faint from her sensual and very personal euphoria. And then,
suddenly, as if someone turned out her lights, she simply did exactly
that, falling rapidly into the warm, dark depths of her inner
existence.
There existed a slight mist in James' eyes as he held the women
firmly, watching each lose their battle to remain conscious for the
last time, each losing the battle, yet winning their own individual
war for release from themselves and their daily world of restrictions
as they saw it moment by moment. He blinked, and then smiled warmly at
them both, one after the other, then slowly released the now-gentle
grasp he had between the warm, wet crease of both. For several moments
in time he simply sat there gazing lovingly at them, wondering what
their dreams of that very moment would be, and knowing in his heart
that wherever they found themselves, they were sure to be happy.
He reached down to the tissue box and gently cleaned between the
thighs of both mother and daughter, from the depths of their buttocks
to the base of each swollen shaft of womanhood he had held so lovingly
and so nurturingly for them both in their conscious absence. Then he
rose and placed the tissues in the wastebin which lay out of sight
from his patients in his small kitchen.
He returned to sit comfortably between them once again, smiling a
smile he knew they would each be feeling in the depths of their
comforting dreams. He readied his mind for their return to a world he
believed they would now, both be much more happy existing and living
in from this moment forward in time.
"Julie?" he said softly, yet firmly. "Open your eyes, but remain
fast asleep. Get dressed now and compose yourself. Do your hair and go
to the kitchen and freshen your eyes, but not your f ace."
James watched as she did exactly what she had been told to do. In
ten minutes she sat upright beside him looking as she did when she had
first sat down there. Then he repeated the exact same wording to Mary,
who rose lazily, but did exactly as she'd been told also. He looked at
both, one after the other, carefully scrutinising each of them for
anything that could be construed as different in their appearance
since arriving that morning. He saw nothing.
"Julie?" he began her awakening. "Listen now to each word I say.
You will awake in moment, remembering nothing consciously of what you
have experienced. You will not want to consciously remember, because
that way, your memories will always come to you in your dreams, so you
can remember then and enjoy them over and over again. Do you
understand?"
"Yes." Julie answered dreamily, with a sleepy smile on her face.
"You will awake to a different view of the world and of yourself
as a woman. You will be aware of yourself in every way as a privately
sensual woman from this point onward and willingly seek the excitement
and adventure, through studies and socialising, interacting with all
amiably and cooperatively, including your mother, in whatever you find
yourself doing or thinking at the time. You will take your happiness
wherever you may find it and remember to care for yourself, your mind
with its schooling, your body with its health and growth, and your
reputation as a woman and your mother's only daughter at all times.
And you will be happy and content, knowing that the woman you have
been waiting for to arrive in your mind and body has now fully come to
you in every way, exactly as you always dreamed she would. Do you
understand?"
"Yes." Julie answered a little more clearly.
"When I count to three and snap my fingers, you will feel such a
freshness about yourself, such a newness, it will be hard not for you
to smile, and keep smiling at your newfound happiness for as long as
the feeling remains within you. Do you understand?"
"Yes." She heard herself say. Julie felt reborn. She felt her
back straighten and her chin lift. She was different. She could feel
it, and she knew it now. She really knew it. She had now become a
woman, in every way.
James smiled as he noticed Julie's stance change.
"Mary?" he began with her now. "In a few moments, I am going to
count to three and snap my fingers. When I do that you will find
yourself instantly awake, feeling as if your mind and body have just
been washed clean and crystal clear in a cool mountain stream. You
will feel healthy and happy, better than you've felt for a very long
time. You will awake with a different attitude toward yourself and all
others, including your daughter, accepting her now for the woman you
know she will become in the fullness of her time, just as you have now
discovered that same woman within you. You will be lonely no longer
and will seek to form new friends with the awareness of your new
sensuality brimming within you at all times, yet always retaining the
respect for yourself that you would want your daughter to develop for
herself."
Mary heard each word and new they were true. Something inside her
had changed. She could feel it already. She realised then that it was
she who could determine her happiness and not leave it in the hands of
known or unknown others. She smiled.
James smiled again, as he always did just before he woke them up,
and, as he always would in the future. He liked his job. Of that there
was no doubt whatsoever in his mind, or regarding the ethics of how he
went about that job. He hurt no-one and helped many. And his reasoning
had not changed in many years-happiness was everybody's god-given
birthright, and everybody had a right to access it within themselves,
or be helped, knowingly or unknowingly to achieve the same desired
result. He gazed at the looks on their faces, different to when they
had first come in. They were different, and they had him to thank. And
sadly, they would never know-not while they were awake that is. He
grinned as he took his booking notepad out of his pocket for when they
would tell him they were coming to see him next.
"One...Alert and fresh.......Two...Feeling very healthy and very
happy.....Three!"
Another Happy Ending
(by Mesmer)
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