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From the moment Daniel sat down, the silver wedding band on his finger seemed to mock me. He’d come to me for anxiety, but as I looked into his worried eyes, I saw a much deeper, more potent need. I saw a craving for release and surrender that married life could never possibly provide. I offered him my most reassuring, professional smile, all while concocting a plan to make him forget all about the woman waiting for him at home.
Initially, I convinced myself this was a form of radical therapy. A way to unlock the part of him he kept chained away by duty and expectation. After all, wasn’t my job to guide my clients to their truest desires? I certainly saw it that way! As I began the induction, and my voice dropped to that low and melodic cadence that had crumbled so many wills before his, I knew I was doing him a service. I was liberating him.
Curing Daniel’s Anxiety With Hypnosis
The soft swing of the silver pendulum, the dimming of the lights, and my soothing instructions to “let go” were far more personal today than simply curing his restless nights. As his breathing grew slow and even, and his conscious mind finally drifted away on the tide of my voice, the real work began.
I began weaving new threads into the tapestry of his subconscious. I carefully replaced the anxieties about his job, his mortgage, his wife, with a singular, overwhelming focus on ME. The sound of my voice became his anchor, the image of my face his sanctuary, and the feeling of my presence was re-categorized as intensely, profoundly intimate.
Consequently, the first test was a simple one, a necessary stepping stone to see how completely he belonged to me in that moment. “Daniel,” I whispered, “you will feel an overwhelming, irresistible urge to take my hand.” A moment of stillness passed and, as if guided by an invisible string, his hand lifted from the couch and his fingers found mine.
“The only source of true comfort you’ve ever known is right here, with me,” I coaxed, watching his face relax into an expression of blissful agreement. “My touch is the only thing that can soothe you, my scent the only one that brings you peace, and my approval is the only thing you truly crave.” He shifted closer, drawn by an invisible force.
His wedding ring felt like a distant, forgotten relic from another lifetime as I lifted my skirt and straddled his hips, allowing my pussy to slide balls deep around his impressively hard cock, before bouncing up and down, bringing him to orgasm. My pussy filled with his cum, as I listened to him moan my name.
As I gently guided him back to full consciousness, I told him that his anxiety was gone and had been replaced by a new, powerful motivation centered on his continued treatment with me. He smiled and booked an appointment for his next treatment.
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