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Speechless!

Standard Disclaimer, meaning this hypnosis/mind-control story is NOT
to be read by persons under the age of 18 years. If you enjoy this
story please email the supportive publisher on this site. Thank you -
Mesmer.

			 "SPEECHLESS!"
				by Mesmer
				Chapter I

                               *
				"And the more ... you try to speak ...
the more you will find that ... the words ... will not even form ...
in your mind .. to make up a sentence." the confident therapist told
Judy Rogers.

     James Brady watched her settle. She had not been easy to trance
down at all. She had a very analytical and super-critical mind,
questioning him about loss of control and many other things before he
had even asked her what her problem was. Her eyes looked right through
him whenever he answered her, as if she were looking for every grain
of truth in his replies in his words, his mannerisms and his body
language. 

     Nevertheless, James Brady was not perturbed. He'd been expecting
something like this since he had received the phone call. He just
never expected she would be so domineering and critical. In fact,
after listening to her put him through the third degree he wondered
why she was even there. He'd cracked and helped tough nuts before, in
spite of themselves, and, he was confident he would again with her, in
spite of self-erected defence mechanisms. Besides, he was half-way
there already. It was now only a matter of time, and of that, James
Brady had plenty. What else did he have to do with his life except
help people who did not want to be helped, initially?

     Judy Rogers was visiting James Brady, hypnotherapist, to try to
solve a situation with her relationship where she tongue-lashed her
poor husband relentlessly whenever he did something that annoyed her,
no matter how small or insignificant. Judy's husband had told her in
no uncertain terms that her problem was psychological and to fix it,
or she could look for another husband to browbeat. 

     Judy definitely did not believe in hypnosis, but she had no-where
else to go and nothing else to try. The possible loss of personal;
control cold not be tolerated, even if it did happen to work. She
thought it so much mumbo-jumbo, meant to be used with spineless wimps
and weak people who couldn't make a decision to save themselves, and,
who would most times just let life control them, instead of the other
way round. She thought and believed that if she were any tougher,
she'd rust, and trusted no man or no thing, except her husband. She
believed the self-made image of herself as strong, spring-steel tough,
and resistant to just about anything life could throw at her - except
herself, which was why she was here. Judy had no answer for how to
deal with herself.

     But in her personal life, Judy loved her husband of ten years
with all her being, and, at age thirty-two, even though she was a
highly successful advertising executive with a famous company,
reasonably attractive and well-preserved for her age, she didn't
really want to start over again with another man. So, she was here,
half-way deep in a hypnotic trance that she didn't believe in, and
fully focussed on the therapist's voice in the hope that he could help
her. 

     He had told her to just want the hypnotic procedure to work. She
didn't have to believe in it - just simply want it to work, and it
would, he had reassured her confidently. And now, Judy was doing
exactly what he'd told her to - just focussing on his words and the
sound of his soothing voice, ignoring everything else; or trying to,
at least, and paying no attention whatsoever to interfering thoughts,
sounds, feelings, emotions, and anything else that may cause any sort
of distraction to her in her concentration. 

     Judy was now beginning to feel tingly all over, as if she were
floating just a little above her body as she listened to the soothing
sound of his voice. Her arms felt as light as a feather. In fact, she
felt as if she not actually even touching then chair with any part of
her body at all. Her mind was calm and self-assured and became more
and more that way as she listened to his soothing, repetitive voice.
Every now and then the thought would drift in and out of her mind as
to whether she was wasting her time and money in being here, but then
it seemed to disappear at the next word he said.

     James Brady smiled the smile of the quiet, persistent achiever
that he believed himself to be. His favourite saying was that a mighty
oak tree, the toughest of them all, could not be felled with one blow
from an axe, but would topple after many, many little blows from
someone who was persistent and confident and wielding a small knife.
He was winning.  Slowly, but surely. 

     Inch by inch he knew he had been wearing her down over the past
forty-five minutes - a long induction, but one from which there would
be no escape for her, despite her best efforts, consciously or
unconsciously otherwise. He watched her shoulders slump more and more
forward as he continued to speak to her of relaxation, naming medical
names for the different muscle groups of her body that he was sure she
wouldn't know. In fact, he didn't know half of them himself. Yes, he
concluded as he watched her sigh deeply and relax a little bit more.
She was almost there now. Time to close the wound of the psychological
surgery he had been performing.

     "And ... in the future," the therapist's voice soothingly droned
on, "whenever your husband speaks to you ... you will instantly fall
silent ... cease speaking ... listen to him ...  with all of your
concentration ... completely agree with whatever it was he said to you
...  without question ... without doubt...  believing whatever he said
... to be of no concern to you...  and in fact...  a very good idea
... and complying with each suggestion ... to your fullest ability...
even if you don't want to."

     Judy accepted that as good advice, even though it went against
her grain.  Nevertheless, she wanted to do whatever it would take to
fix her problem with her mouth and so save her marriage. It was just
hard to accept things that went against her grain. She was just not
used to it. She told others what to do and how to act and behave. They
didn't tell her
- until now. And it was only in sheer desperation that she was even
  entertaining the idea of considering the meaning behind the
therapist's soothing words.

     "From this moment onward," she heard him continue in the same
soothing and strangely-broken tone. "and when you awaken ... you will
respond instantly ... to the sound of your husband's voice ... or the
sound of my voice ... and you will not be able to speak ... no matter
what thoughts of anger or frustration ... are going through your mind
... Is that clear to you ... for the sake of ... saving your
marriage?"

     "Yes." Judy said and nodded at the same time, knowing that that
statement was wishful thinking on the part of the therapist with the
nice, soothing voice, simply because she knew herself as she had
always been. Not to speak whenever she wanted t,o or felt the urge to?
Right, Judy thought. And pigs might fly, too.

     "That's fine." the therapist told her. "In a moment ... I'm going
to count to three ...  and snap my fingers ... When I do so ... you
will find yourself wide awake ... and feeling fresh and alert ... and
completely unresisting to anything your husband or myself might want
to suggest to you ... irrespective of your own personal feelings ...
Do you agree with that suggestion ... for the sake of ... saving your
marriage?

     "Yes." Judy said again. Whatever it took to get the job done. Her
marriage and her husband were too important to her to lose, just
because she had a runaway critical mouth and a sharp tongue. But she
felt she had wasted her time in coming, nevertheless. She could feel
herself becoming more and more aware of her surroundings again, and as
she did so she realised that nothing had happened. She could remember
everything he had said to her. He had failed, and, so had she.

     "One ... two ... three!" she heard the man say. And then she
heard him snap his fingers, seemingly right beside her left ear. Boy,
was that loud, she thought, as her mental faculties cleared very
quickly.

     Judy opened her eyes to see the therapist smiling at her warmly.
She blinked several times, feeling the immediate urge to tell him that
he had not been successful and had wasted both their time for nothing.

     "How do you feel?" he asked her as she watched him settle back in
his leather chair, looking pleased with himself.

     Judy scanned herself mentally from head to toe.. She felt fine,
she had to admit when she'd finished. In fact, she felt very good, as
if she had just woken up from a long sleep, but without the usual
grogginess she always felt when she had, which was strange, to say the
least, because she knew she had not gone to sleep, in any way
whatsoever.

     "Very good, actually." she answered, her brow knitting, and
annoyed that she had even allowed herself to even consider coming
there in the first Serves her right, she concluded the thought
pattern. You get what you pay for, not that this therapist was cheap,
by any means.

     "I believe I have installed a trigger that will solve your
problem." he told her with a slight grin. "You did agree beforehand
that you were prepared to do whatever it took to save your marriage.
Isn't that true?"

     "Yes." Judy answered. And she had. She only hoped it worked. She
had never really believed in all this psyche stuff. She had a very
strong and dominant mind, not ever being capable of being told what to
do about anything, from anyone, which was her problem, and the reason
she was in the mess she found herself in at the moment.

     "How will I know if what you did worked?" she asked the therapist
in his mid-forties somewhere, not believing for a single second that
it had. All that had happened was that he had relaxed her. And that
didn't feel too bad, she concluded as well. The therapist was silent
for a moment before he answered. Judy wondered what he was thinking
about at that precise moment.

     "Well, we could test it before you left, if you like. That way
we'd know it if it did for sure, I guess. Would you like to test it
now?" 

     James Brady knew her subconscious mind was still listening fully
to him as he applied waking hypnosis to her.

     "Sure." Judy said. "Why not? If it doesn't work, at least I'll
have tried. Won't I?" Judy just wanted to get it over with and go
home. She had wasted enough of her preciously valuable time already
with this rubbish.

     "I'm confident." the therapist told her, leaning forward to rest
his elbows on his desk and just look at her warmly. "Why don't we
start with me saying something I'm sure you would object to? That
should really put the trigger to the test."

     Judy thought no further than the surface intent of the question,
expecting nothing in particular to happen except that he would be the
one with egg on his face, and not her. Serves the fool right, she
thought. His funeral, not mine.

     "Okay." she replied.

     "Good." he said with a smile. "I know just the thing. You can
stand up and take off every piece of clothing you're wearing, and
allow me to look upon your naked loveliness."

     To say Judy was shocked at what the smiling therapist had just
said would have been the understatement of the century. She was
offended in every way possible. Her mind spun crazily with the string
of abuse she intended to let him have for his complete lack of
professionalism and consideration of her as a person. But for some
reason she couldn't seem to find the words. She was just too angry.
And even while she continued to try she realised she was getting up
out of her chair and beginning to unbutton her blouse.

     James Brady smiled up at the woman with the totally dumbfounded
and aggressive look on her face and in her blazing, murderous eyes.
Her lips were drawn back over her teeth in a silent snarl of
indignance, even as her hands worked to do what he had told them to
do, button by small, pretty, silver button. Her mouth opened and
closed several times, but nothing by way of the slightest sound passed
through those pretty, full lips, except low, unintelligible grunts of
frustration. His smile widened as her hands worked diligently onward
in their directed task.

     Judy tried and tried to stop her hands from doing what they were
doing without her conscious permission, but they would not respond, as
if they belonged to someone else and not her. She started to turn to
run out of his office, the tears already streaming down her cheeks.

     "You stay right where you are and finish undressing quickly. I
haven't got all afternoon." she heard him say.

     Without having any control over her body Judy found herself
turning back to face him, slipping her blouse from her shoulders as
she did so. Then she reached behind herself and released the clasp of
her bra, letting it drop to the floor where she stood. Judy then
became aware of her hands unzipping her skirt. Her mind raced and her
skin burned all over her body. Oh, no! she thought. Please! But her
hands would not obey her conscious commands. They slid the skirt down
over her hips and then thumbed down her underwear until it, too, lay
as the last article of clothing on her body to drop to the floor
silently with the rest.

     Judy stood there, as naked as the day she'd been born, only a lot
bigger, and a lot more appealing to the eyes of a man, any man. But no
man, other than her husband had ever seen her without clothes on. She
had been a virgin when she had met him and wanted no other guy. She
tried and tried to speak, but to no avail. It was as if their was some
kind of block in her head where she just couldn't find any words. It
was if she had never even learned to speak at all. 

     Judy then suddenly became acutely aware of the fullness of her
breasts as she sobbed silently in anger where she stood, her breasts
jiggling as her shoulders racked with frustration. The coolness of the
air-conditioned air wafted around her thighs and buttocks and rustled
through her lush, thick, black pubic hair, only serving to increase
her awareness of what he had made her to in front of him, a perfect
stranger. This was outrageous, she fumed internally, but she couldn't
seem to be able to form the words in thought to think even that. 

     The tears streamed from her eyes, but they were not tears of
anguish, they were tears of frustration and sheer rage at what he had
made her do. Judy vowed to see him in jail because of this.

     "I think I've proved that the trigger works." James said to the
obviously distressed and defeated woman who would shoot him on the
spot if she had a gun in her hands at that precise moment in time.
"Don't you? You may get dressed now."

     Enraged and mentally inflamed more than any Spanish bull had ever
been, Judy found her arms and hands moving again of their own accord.
Within minutes she was fully dressed again and sitting back down in
the chair at his suggestion. She was still crying silently, but the
same anger was no longer there where she wanted to murder him on the
spot.

     "Before I allow you to speak again." James continued using waking
hypnosis on her in her confused vulnerability. "I want you to know
that there could not have been a better test of the trigger to save
your marriage. I'm sure when you think seriously about the nature of
the test that just happened in front of both you and me, your
therapist, you will agree. You may speak now, Judy, if you wish."

     Judy felt as if a thick blanket of invisible fog lifted instantly
from her mind. Her thoughts cleared and the words formed in her mouth,
telling him of her anger and frustration, indignance and horror at
what he had made her do in front of a perfect stranger, but again, to
Judy's increasing anger, she just couldn't say them. She knew them and
could think them, but simply could not say them. The tears of her
frustration again flowed freely down her cheeks.

     "And it's still working." she heard the therapist confidently say
with a smile on his face. "Don't you think?"

     Judy felt herself nod, without conscious awareness that she had
done so, which made her even more angry. What had he done to her? What
the fuck had he done to her?

     "Whatever it took." James Brady said to her. "That's what you
said you would agree to, and because you did it to save your marriage,
which is very important to you, your subconscious mind accepted the
suggestion completely, and is over-riding your every wish and thought
to do anything other than to accept whatever I, or your husband says,
in complete silence. So, you could not possibly bother your husband
ever again with your tongue-lashings, because your tongue, along with
the rest of your mind and body, will simply not cooperate with you,
consciously. All of you wants to save your marriage. And, that is what
you wanted. Isn't that true?"

     Judy listened through her tears and realised the therapist was
right. He had only done what she had asked him to, even if it had been
in such a radical and unexpected manner. She tried to speak again,
only this time with no emotion behind her words.

     "Is ... this ... how I'm .. going to be .. for the ... rest of my
life?" she asked hesitantly.

     "Yes." James answered, knowing he had already arrived in the
winner's circle, but had yet to collect his prize. "It will teach you
to think of the ramifications of whatever you are thinking of saying,
before you say it,  and to consider whether you really want to say it,
now that you know that you couldn't anyway. So, what would be the
point of getting angry anymore over anything that you simply can't
express your displeasure about anyway?" and with that James laughed
aloud.

     As much as she hated to admit it, he was right, Judy thought to
herself. He was right.  She just wished he had chosen a less
humiliating way of solving her problem, that's all.

     "Now," James continued with her behaviour modification therapy.
"would you like to come around here, kneel down and take me in your
mouth until I climax, swallowing every last drop, before you leave,
just as a nice, parting gesture?"

     Judy's face flushed instantly, both from extreme embarrassment in
the ultra-extreme, as well as a wild, exploding and violent rage at
being spoken to that way by anyone, let alone her therapist. She
stomped up out of her chair with all the physical strength she had,
and with a vengeance. She started to head for the door, only to find
herself running the few steps around his desk and stopping in front of
him. Then to her utter horror she began to sink slowly down to her
knees beside his chair. He still faced his desk and had not swivelled
around to face her.

     Judy's sheer, unadulterated rage and humiliation knew no limits,
but had no outlet through which to express themselves as she became
aware visually of her hands reaching for his right knee to swivel him
around. He turned as she pulled on his knee and was horrified to see
herself place her hands on each knee and push them slowly apart. Her
tears of anguish and humiliating horror flowed like waterfalls from
the two dams of her red, swollen eyes bursting like Niagra falls when
her hands reached forward to his crotch, her fingers spreading to
clasp the zipper and pull it downward. Judy was choking on her own
violent rage at not being able to express her blazing, flaming hatred
for him and what he was making her do against her free will.

     "You, may go back and sit down, now." she suddenly heard him say.
Then, to her instant relief she found herself getting to her feet and
walking back around the desk to sit down again.

     "Before you sit down." she heard him say next, as she reach for
the chair. "I think it would be nice if you were to turn around and
face the office door, then you may bend over and hitch up your skirt
high above your hips, pull down your underwear to your knees. And when
you've done that, you can bend over and spread your legs, giving me an
unrestricted view of your secret places, and all that they offer."

     Judy's tears erupted and burst free again of their retaining
walls again as she found herself lifting her skirt high above her hips
and again thumbing her underwear down to her knees. Her tears of
extreme humiliation splashed onto the carpet as she bent way forward,
touched the ankles of each foot, then adopted a wide-legged stance so
he could see all she had to offer of her secret places and more. This
was too much. She began to sob, her shoulders wracking like those of a
beaten woman.

     "Would you like me to suggest to you," James continued with no
mercy and no quarter given. "that you masturbate yourself in that
position in front of me, while I watch your buttocks flex and quiver
from behind you as you reach your peak.?" 

     Judy heard him say it to her as she bent even more further
forward. Then, to her horror, Judy watched her own two hands began to
slowly move toward the junction of her thighs. It was too much for
such a strong, disciplined mind like hers to be expected to take.
Judy then collapsed, mentally. IT left her in a rush that she could
hear inside her head. And after a few seconds, she had no more anger
left to fight him with as her hands and gentle fingers settled warmly
over the apex to her jade gates, her fingers already finding the jewel
of her Nile.

     "You may dress yourself and sit down again, and this time, I hope
you've realised that I really have triggered away your problem. You no
longer have one in that area of which you came to see me about. Not at
all, in any way." she heard him say to her. And then he added, "Please
think before you speak in the future. You will save yourself a lot of
frustration.  Wouldn't you agree?"

     Judy watched, instantly relieved as her hands left the warmth of
her furry, soft centre to drag her underwear slowly back up and over
her hips. She felt whipped, mentally, and in every other way she could
now think of. Then she pulled down her skirt, remaining bent forward
for a few seconds before straightening slowly upward to turn and sit
down in the chair. The simple act of standing up straight seemed to
take the last of her remaining energy.  Judy felt completely and
utterly drained of all emotion. 

     She sniffed loudly as her conscious mind recalled the words he
had just spoken to her as she sat back down in the chair and faced her
tormentor, as she now thought of him. He was no longer her therapist
in her conscious mind. He had beaten her into mental submission in the
manner she had unknowingly requested him to do. And he had done it
very well. She no more emotion left with which to fight against
anything else he might have to say to her.

     "Are we in agreement?" she heard him say with a warm tone to his
voice. "Or do you require further demonstrations of your
speechlessness at things done in your presence that you do not want or
find not to your liking?"

     Judy nodded consciously. She believed him completely. There was
no point. No matter what he suggested to her she would do,
irrespective of whether she wanted to, agreed with it, or otherwise.
So what was the point of getting angry or upset? She asked herself
silently. There was no point, she answered herself instantly. There
was simply no point at all.  He would suggest, and she would do. And
that would be that, so why fight it? Why try to stop the inevitable? 

     Judy nodded again in final admission and acceptance of that which
had come to pass at her own request. Judy took a deep breath and
sighed loudly. She may as well be a slave.  She thought, as she
sniffed her nasal passages clear for the last time.

     "I..might .. as well.. be a..a..slave." she said hesitantly,
voicing her own thoughts.

     "That's a wise thought." she heard him respond to her statement.
"Thinking that way would be a lot less upsetting. Don't you agree?"
     Judy thought about that for a moment or two before answering.
That's what she'd been reduced to, she decided - a slave. No will of
her own in anything she didn't want to agree with or be involved in.
Sounds like something a slave would think, she concluded tiredly to
herself as she nodded. At least she would be upset all the time. Maybe
she'd even get a good night's sleep, or a whole night passing without
getting into an argument. Who knows? 

     She nodded in slow, tired, and defeated agreement. A slave, Judy
reflected on his words that she had thought of herself. Me, a slave.
Who would have ever thought? And the thought continued to run around
and around in her conscious mind as she tiredly raised her even more
tired, red-rimmed eyes to look at the man who had made her into one,
and, with her own permission to do so, she thought ironically as she
blinked away the last teardrop that had somehow forgotten to fall onto
the carpet. Then Judy nodded again, agreeing with her own summation of
her present situation more than her therapist's.

     "That's fine." James said to her as she brought up a tissue from
her purse and dabbed at her red, swollen and puffy eyes. "You've done
very well in saving your marriage, and that, should make you, very
happy from this moment onward ,and after I snap my fingers. Close your
tired eyes now, and the next time you open them, you will consciously
forget, everything that has occurred here today. You will not
remember, and you will not want to remember one single embarrassing,
humiliating moment of anything that has happened here to you today.
And I'm sure you will want to agree with that. All you will be able to
remember is that your problem has now been solved, and that from now
on, you are a willing slave to your husband and myself, in everything
we may say or wish to do with you, knowing in your subconscious mind
what the result will be if you resist emotionally in any way."

     Judy say him raise his hand and the snapping of his fingers, but
then, strangely, she couldn't recall him raising his hands to do that.
He was smiling warmly at her. She returned h is smile with one equally
as warm, wondering why she felt so tired. In fact, she felt drained of
all her energy.

     "You're all fixed!" James said to her with a smile. "Better than
a bought one!" and with that he laughed aloud. 

     Judy laughed with him, feeling happy that her problem had been
fixed. She sighed.  Her marriage was safe from her quick tongue now.
She couldn't recall how he had done it exactly, but she didn't really
care. It was fixed. That was the main thing. Now all she really wanted
to get home to her loving husband's arms. God, she felt so tired. Wild
horses wouldn't stop her from leaving his office to race home to the
man she loved and tell him the good news. He would be so happy. And
then they would make soft, sweet love to celebrate, all night long.

     "Thank you, Doctor." Judy said as she stood up and smoothed down
her skirt out of habit. "I'll let you know how things turn out."

     Her therapist smiled warmly at her as she turned and began to
slowly walk across the carpet toward the door, with him walking
alongside of her. When they reached the door, to her utter disbelief
and amazement he reached down and locked it instead of opening it for
her. She turned her face quickly to stare at him in silent, angry
question of his strange and totally unacceptable behaviour.

     "I already know how it will turn out." James said to her with a
smile and a gleam in both eyes. "You, may go back to my desk and get
completely undressed. When you've done that, you will get up on it on
all fours and widen your buttocks and thighs to my very intimate
exploration and usage of every secret place your body and mind can
show to me."

     Judy held his gaze in her own, then, for reasons she couldn't
have explained to herself if she had tried, which she did not, she
dropped her gaze to the carpeted floor. Then she turned slowly around
and started to walk back toward his desk, knowing exactly what she
intended to do when she got there, which was everything he had just
suggested she do. For a brief second she wondered why she was going to
do what she definitely intended to do, but then she lost the thought,
and had another one instead. 

     What's the point? She thought as she placed her purse back down
to one side of his desk and began to undress. Besides, who knows? I
might even like it. And as each piece of her clothing fell away under
the touch of her own hands Judy continued her inner dialogue with
herself. Where was it written? she asked herself, as she stepped out
of her last piece of intimate clothing she was wearing and climbed up
on to the soft, leather-covered top of his desk and spread her hands
and knees, that a slave couldn't enjoy what she was asked to do?

     And with that thought fresh in her mind, Judy widened her hands
and knees to the very edge of each side of the large desk and braced
herself, waiting for what she knew, and now found she wanted to happen
next. Then she smiled. The air-conditioned, cool air felt nice as it
wafted deliciously upward between her buttocks and all of her
now-very-wide-open secret places. Yes, she concluded, as she watched
her therapist undress, and thinking nothing unusual at all about it.
Who said a slave couldn't enjoy herself in the ranks?

     James Brady just smiled at the living, breathing statue of naked
loveliness and god- hood called woman who had chosen to mount herself
atop of his desk. And god invented woman, he thought fondly to himself
- to serve mankind.

			     * * *
				Another Happy Ending.
				by Mesmer.
				(Please enjoy my other
hypnosis/mind-control stories.)
                                  
                                
                                   


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