Fall from Grace (closed for Sot1974)

[Sensualista]

Grace Carter was at a loss. The very fact that she was in a situation she couldn't immediately think her way out of was a surprise in itself. At age 20, Grace was one of the youngest PhD candidates in the country with a scholarship at a prestigious Ivy League college. She had literally raced through high school with test results off the charts and a run of perfect As. This trend had continued in her bachelors in Philosophy and her Masters in Psychology and now she was a bright young researcher headed for greatness.

Except for one small matter, money. Her grant only covered tuition, not living expenses and her parents could no longer support her now that grandpa had to go into care. It looked like, no matter how unpleasant a thought, Grace really needed to get a job. What a nightmare to be thus distracted from her research for her dissertation, likely by a job that did not engage her mind.

As Grace scanned the notice board, she saw something interesting. A psychology professor was looking for a research assistant. The requirements were someone with a prior degree in psychology, ideally PhD calibre. That was her! The name was familiar. Grace closed her eyes to remember where she had heard it before. Yes, two of her fellows had talked about him, his stellar reputation in cutting edge human behavior modification and neuroscience. He was one the university's most published and most renowned lecturers, having written a number of classic text books in his field. His reputation as a scholar was impeccable and yet he was generally regarded as an unusual, eccentric genius that intimidated most people.

Likely he was only a perfectionist with high standards, such as Grace herself. She could cope with that, indeed enjoyed working with people who challenged her mind and pushed her towards excellence. He sounded perfect for her, actually, as most people bored her with their ready acceptance of mediocracy. Grace wrote down the email adress and requirements. The deadline was today, so she had to hurry.

She took a seat on one of the benches in the university gardens, pulling out her trusty ipad with its extra keyboard. She had her CV on there and it did not take her long to adjust it slightly to emphasise how she met his criteria. Another 10 minutes and she had the coverletter complete, sending an email application off, giving him her phone number and email address to contact.

Done. Grace took a deep breath, taking a moment to feel the warm sun on her gorgeous face. Noone would have known that she was a bona fide genius from the way she looked. Her long, wavy blonde hair and deep green eyes, high cheekbones and full lips reminded of a classically beautiful porcellain doll. Her figure would have been that of a cheerleader, a beautiful hourglass, except for her breasts, which were too large to fare well in any sporty activities, easily turning her from delicate doll to red-blooded man's wet dream. Grace did her best to hide her 34Fs under blouses and cardigans and yet they did seem to have a mind of their own, straining against the fabric of her blouse, which protested at the disproportionate distribution of weight.

Her body was made for sin, the nuns had often said to her, admonishing her to pray frequently to save her from eternal damnation. Her parents had raised her as a good Christian girl of high moral values and the nuns of her school had done the rest in instilling the fear of God in her, especially around boys and sex. "Beauty is a curse and a test for the wicked", they had said, criticising any remotely sensual expression of the girl. She had been determined to resist temptation, something she apparantly found much easier than her fiancee Tod did.

They had met at a church camp, both pious and devoted to their faith. He was a fellow scholar who was currently completing his PhD in marine biology at Yale, their interest in the sciences and their faith indicating a compatibility that had naturally led to him proposing to her a few months after they met. They had been dating for over 2 years now, waiting to get married until Tod had completed his thesis and gotten tenure and thus an income with which to provide for their small family.

Naturally, Grace had made it clear that she wanted to wait to become intimate until after they were married, something Tod had readily agreed to in words but had tried to push her on on a few occasions after a number of glasses of wine.

Due to the distance between them they could only see each other once every few months, however they spoke on the phone or on skype at least twice a week, sharing their experiences and thoughts with companionable support if not enthusiasm.

Grace's phone rang with an unfamiliar number.
"Grace Carter", she answered in her melodic, feminine voice.
"Hello, Miss Carter. You have submitted an application for a research assistant position with me earlier. I would like to see you for an interview to assess your suitability. How would tomorrow at 2pm sound", a deep male voice asked matter of factly.
"That would be perfect. Would this be in your office", Grace enquired excitedly, knowing that such a quick response had to be a good sign.
"Yes. Just to let you know I am currently working quite a bit with Hypnosis. Part of your duties would be to act as a test subject for this. I trust this would not be an issue", he asked almost indifferently.
"I am not sure how comfortable I would be being hypnotised or if I even could be", Grace responded hesitantly.

The disappointment in his voice was palpable as his tone cooled significantly.
"What a pity, Miss Carter. That would be a crucial aspect of this position. Never mind, I wish you the very best", he said, about to hang up when she quickly called out. "Please wait. I am sure it would be fine. It would be for research purposes, right? Anything for science", she added with a small laugh.
"I will see you at 2pm tomorrow then", he responded before he put the phone down abrubtly.

Hypnosis? Was that even real? She would find out tomorrow.

***

After a good night's sleep and a productive day working on her thesis, Grace got ready for her interview, dressing in a conservative black ankle length skirt, white blouse and striped, wooly cardigan. She had a thing about matching underwear, maybe just another expression of her exceptional control-freakism, but today she decided on a pretty white lacy matching set of bra and briefs. Paired with some sensible heels, Grace managed to look like a pornstar or a librarian, depending on the perspective of the observer and his or her imagination.

It was 5 minutes to 2 when she arrived at his office, taking a seat just outside on a sturdy wooden bench, her heart beating fast. She was a little nervous, both about getting this job, which she clearly needed desperately and the hypnosis she mentioned. She was fairly certain she wouldnt be able to be hypnotised anyways, but just the thought of temporarily loosing control freaked her out a little.

At exactly 2pm, she knocked on the office door, his deep voice bidding her to enter.

 

[sot1974]

Robert Davis was at his wits end. After having finally gotten the university to realize that his research was of significant value, his search for the proper candidate was not materializing any applicants of worth. Getting the university to back any work in the field of clinical hypnosis or anything in the field of positive psychology, and neurology was like pushing boulders uphill. The faculty mainly comprised of white old men was perpetually stuck in the past.

From egoic young men, to under qualified women, Robert was feeling frustrated to say the least in his search for a properly qualified and intelligent research assistant.

Robert was genuinely obsessed with his vocation. Spending endless hours researching and documenting his work. His fascination with the subconscious, and the inner workings of the brain was obsessive even when surrounded by other highly qualified therapists and researchers, Robert stood above. Having spent hundreds of hours with patients and thousands of hours writing and refining his methods, Robert knew he was within the top 3 in hypnosis and neurology practitioners worldwide.

Although Robert kept his work strictly clinical and professional behind closed doors Robert also had a deep interest in covert hypnosis and mind control. Robert was fascinated by this aspect of hypnosis and mind control and had even written several papers under his second pen name. Robert's work in covert hypnosis had created a valuable second income and was always well received by the internet. There was always a market for men and women that wanted to assert more influence over others.


At the point of almost giving up Robert checked his email and to his surprise an application had arrived that actually had a seemingly qualified female applicant. Robert quickly dialed the cell number provided and was greeted by a fresh young women's voice.

"Hello, Miss Carter. You have submitted an application for a research assistant position with me earlier. I would like to see you for an interview to assess your suitability. How would tomorrow at 2pm sound", a deep male voice asked matter of factly.
"That would be perfect. Would this be in your office", Grace enquired excitedly, knowing that such a quick response had to be a good sign.
"Yes. Just to let you know I am currently working quite a bit with Hypnosis. Part of your duties would be to act as a test subject for this. I trust this would not be an issue", he asked almost indifferently.
"I am not sure how comfortable I would be being hypnotised or if I even could be", Grace responded hesitantly.

The usual response to hypnosis from Miss Carter was a slight irritation, but Robert had long since gotten used to the standard responses to hypnosis. "she will learn" Robert thought internally. The fact that the applicant was a female was certainly a bonus. Robert always had a preference for working with women as they seemed to argue less and were far more open to new ideas and methods. It also allowed Robert to use his skills to get what he intended.

Robert had always been a highly sexual person and enjoyed the subtle arts of getting what he wanted. From a young age Robert enjoyed releasing the inner desires of his female friends and associates. Robert knew this new young assistant may be able to fill the void he was looking to fill intellectually and possibly physically. It had been awhile since he had manipulated a young women to suit his needs. But that would all come in time. First he needed to see if this young candidate would even qualify...

 

[Sensualista]

Grace opened the door carefully before stepping through it into his office. It was surprisingly spacious, with many strange contraptions displayed. Was that a hypnodisk? Grace had done some research last night on hypnosis and its validity. Apparently decades ago, clinical hypnosis had been used to anaesthesise patients who underwent surgeri and still today, some dentists used this as a safe and side-effect-free method to manage pain.

It all sounded a little hocus pocus to her classically trained rational mind and yet she was curious to discover what this all was about. Some first hand experience would likely answer a good few of her questions, even though a slight sense of trepidation remained. Most websites she had found last night claimed that noone could be hypnotised against their will or into doing what the subject did not want to do. That at least was comforting.

Grace took a seat opposite professor Davis' desk, where his hand indicated.
He got up to shake her hand firmly, before greeting her coldly, his eyes never leaving her form, seemingly noticing every tiny flaw and insecurity she had ever had. His eyes and the intensity of his gae made Grace feel almost naked, at least psychologically and she began to understand why people found him intimidating. Creepy might be a more accurate word, except for the fact that he actually was rather handsome. His salt and pepper hair was flattering around his chiselled jaw and cheekbones, his steelblue eyes nicely contrasting against his tanned skin.

He was a man, not a boy and despite his age clearly in excellent shape. Grace chastised herself for this line of her thoughts, quickly bringing her attention back to his safer and yet deeply disturbing eyes that seemed to see everything. Grace subconsciously bit her lip, the only indication of her nervousness. She really did need this job, badly.

He started off by questioning her about her past experiences and her interests in the field of psychology. His questions were intelligent, to the point and some, quite brutal. He sniffed out every single potential weakness, challenging her to come up with explanations and concepts on the spot, leaving her breathless.

Luckily she was frighteningly smart and his mental attacks not only invigorated her, they also made her respect for him grow. He might even be smarter than her, at an IQ of 157 quite the accomplishment. What would it be like to work with a mind like his closely? A strange feeling appeared between her legs, paired with a gentle clench that she did not understand or had ever experienced before. What was her body up to?

"So far, so average", he said crudely. "Let us begin with a short test hypnosis to see what kind of a test subject you'll make", he added, only a slight glimmer in his eyes betraying his arousal at what would come next.

 

[sot1974]

Robert was was enjoying the back and forth with this young prospect. Through the interview process Robert threw several word combinations and mental concepts at Grace. With her higher than average IQ Grace was able to pick up on about 50% of Robert's linguistic tricks and methods which was much higher than the average. She would be fun to manipulate and direct.

Robert could also sense a fair bit of need in Grace's demeanor. She obviously wanted and needed this position. Robert was pleased by this. He certainly did not require some entitled chic with any superiority or young bullshit ego to deal with.

Grace was Roberts ideal body type. Large breasted and a nicely toned body. Her attributes only increased his desire to have this young women fill all the needs he was looking to fill.

"So far, so average" Robert scanned her response. It was satisfactory. She did not cry or turn sulky. In fact it seemed to drive her to please more and show her intelligence further.

"Let us begin with a short test hypnosis to see what kind of a test subject you'll make"

Robert pointed to the thousand dollar custom made hypnosis chair. Robert had been gifted this chair by a client. Robert had cured the gentleman's erectile dysfunction and sexual anxiety a few years ago. The client had commissioned an Italian leather craftsman to have the most comfortable fully adjustable chair to be made for the man that had saved his marriage and restored his sex life. Robert was now known in many circles as a miracle man in the realm of sexual restoration.

Robert deliberately worked with about 75% women. Robert enjoyed the sexual transference that almost always occurred in therapy and was happily willing to allow this to manifest in his female clients. Enjoying the ease with which he was able to unleash the inner sluts in his clients. Sometimes needing to erase the experience from their minds other times easily leaving post hypnotic commands that kept the experiences confidential.

What Grace was already unaware of was that Robert had begun conversational hypnosis the moment she walked in the room. There was no way Robert was not going to take full advantage of this situation.

Allowing Grace to take a seat on his $1000 dollar chair Robert used his room remote to lower the lights and turn on the hypnotic soundtrack filled with subliminal commands that the client was unable to discern but allowed an even higher level of control for Roberts agenda.

"Grace please allow yourself to be totally comfortable"

The young nubile walked over to the chair and a little nervously lay back noticing the slowly rotating disk spin on the ceiling.

 

[Sensualista]

Grace's eyes followed Professor Davis' hand, pointing at an expensive looking chair, covered in tasteful sand colored italian leather. Almost without thinking she got up and walked towards the chair just as he had asked her to. It was almost as though her legs had responded before her mind had had the time to process his request fully and make a conscious choice. Odd.

Grace sat down and reclined into the incredibly comfortable chair, which was perfectly supporting her weight, making her feel as though she was floating on soft cushy clouds. As she reclined, her eyes almost of their own volition found the gently spinning hypnowheel on the ceiling above her head.

The lights began to dim and a soothing soundtrack of ocean sounds started playing in the background, all adding to Grace's relaxation.

Professor Davis's voice was now soothing, comforting, directing her to deeper and deeper levels of relaxation, her body slowly letting go of any tension she was holding, instead going limb, floating, drifting in the most calm and peaceful place. He led her to a beautiful beach, down some stairs, made her count backwards from 1000 and with each suggestion, she simply relaxed more and entered a deeper and deeper trance. Her eyes closed naturally as the world around her disappeared, nothing but his voice remaining as the sole focus of her consciousness.

 

[sot1974]

One of Robert's favorite aspects of covert and clinical Hypnosis was leading the client into deep trance. In this situation leading this amazing specimen of female perfection was beyond Roberts ability to not use his darker gifts. This girl was going to be his.

After leading Grace to the usual comfortable locations, the beach and floating in a state of bliss Robert anchored her memory there. "Grace this beach will be what you recall directly from this session."
"The following suggestions will be implanted in your subconscious where they will dynamically change your behavior with me."
"From this moment forward you will begin to notice, more and more that you want to be my slut and you are sexually attracted to me beyond anything you have ever experienced."
"The idea of being my possesion turns you on more and more. Minute by minute day by day, month by month. This desire continues to grow. In fact you can even feel it right now. The more you focus on it the more it grows. You want to be mine. In my presence your pussy flows, your tits ache to be used and played with. You want me to own you in every possible way. There is nothing you will not allow me to do with you."
When you are with me you have no sexual inhibitions. But in your day to day life you continue to be the women you were. But the moment you are with me your sexuality is unleashed. Your mind will want to explore every sexual possibility with me. It will feel as though a hunger is within you that cannot be satiated. You are mine and whatever I want is now your desire as well. Every sexual request I make you feel a deep need to fulfill. You will also follow every request I have sexually and professionally. It will give you great satisfaction to please me in every possible way."

"Now Grace as you remain in trance I want you to masturbate for me." You can open your eyes as you remain in trance if you like."

Robert watches as his request registers.

 

[Sensualista]

The beach was delightful, the sand so warm and perfect, the sun shining on her skin, the sounds of crashing waves soothing her, relaxing her. Grace felt happy, like she was floating, no concern in the whole world, except for his voice. Grace couldnt really understand the words he was speaking to her now consciously, but each sound, each syllable he spoke made her body tingle with aliveness. The more he spoke, the more aroused she became, her nipples hardening painfully, reaching out towards him. Her sweet virgin pussy was clenching, wishing his hardness was filling her, claiming her, allowing her to pleasure and please him, to make him cum.

At the thought of his glorious cum, Grace shuddered and licked her lips. Oh how she wanted, no how she needed to taste him and his essence. A hunger deep inside her grew, a burning need that she could not understand, but the only thing in her mind was Professor Davis' face. His voice made her so happy, so horny, her whole body melting and softening, anything but his voice and his happiness insignificant.

She needed to obey this voice, please it with everything she was. A low moan escaped her full lips as she writhed on the chair, her huge tits screaming out to be fondled, her pussy aching in its need to be used, so intense that a single tear rolled down her face. She needed...him.

"Now Grace as you remain in trance, I want you to masturbate for me. You can open your eyes as you remain in trance if you like", the wonderful voice said. Grace's fingers obliged immediately, slowly and seductively undoing the buttons of her cardigan and blouse to reveal her large, perfect tits, straining against their white lacy prison. She pulled her melons out of her bra, sliding her soft, silky hands along them, massaging, caressing and teasing her nipples. She was following his command, which made her feel happier and more fulfilled than she ever had in her entire life. Her moans came strongly as she continued playing with her sensitive tits.

Grace then pulled up her skirt, revealing her white, soaked lacy panties. Robert had used his remote to adjust the chair legs to spread, displaying the lush, glistening sex of his new assistant to him beautifully.

One of Grace's hands slid down along her tummy to reach her briefs whilst her other hand continued to tease her nipple. Two fingers slipped underneath the lace to find her already slick sex, gently stroking her clitoris in rhythmic up and down motions. A steady stream of moans escaped her pink lips, her eyes wide as she saw the professors face watching her.

"That's a good girl. Just like that. Yes", Robert encouraged, his own member already hard at this display of perfect wetdream beauty pleasuring herself at his command.

Grace continued, her eyes never leaving him, his praise sending large bolts of pleasure through her entire being. Nothing in the whole world could feel better than his approval, than his happiness. Her own desire reached a crescendo, her body on fire, demanding him.

"Please...", she whimpered, not knowing what she was asking for, helpless to stop her fingers from rubbing her clit. "Please", she sobbed, her large eyes moist from impending tears brought about by the sheer desperation of her need for him.

 

[sot1974]

Robert was genuinely pleased with Grace’s responses thus far. Having made the choice on more than one occasion to unleash various women’s carnal desires was highly enjoyable for Robert on many levels. Robert felt no guilt in this as he truly enjoyed the shift as a straight laced or conservative female bent to his desires. Robert often experimented with how far he could push the sexual limits within women’s minds.

As Grace began unbuttoning her cardigan Roberts pulse increased. This little vixen could win awards for the perfection of her body. Large well rounded full breasts came into view. Gravity was treating Grace perfectly. Her obviously soft yet firm globes were a wondrous site. Her milky skin still not showing any real signs of age.
Robert focused deeply on implanting some of his most controlling and erotic suggestions in Grace’s mind. As Grace began responding to his request a sly smile crossed his face. It was obvious this mind was ripe for sexual exploitation.

Robert watched as he easily brought Grace to a feverish level of arousal. Watching this girl massage her body and open her pussy and clit for him was riveting. Watching her tits jiggle as she could not resist her own sex was highly arousing. But Robert was not going to just fuck this little specimen. He intended to apply more and more sexual control over her.

As Grace began to moan “please” Robert knew he could do anything at all in this situation. Robert debating getting his cock out but that was just too easy and only something an amateur or someone with poor self control would do. As Grace moaned “please” again Robert responded with “i want you to cum for me now.”

 

[Sensualista]

Grace's desperation grew as she continued to play with her drenched pussy and her large tits. Her entire body seemed aflame, a million bolts of electric current shooting through every nerve ending, crying out for him.

Her whimpers were getting more intense, the sensations building up as she was touching herself at his command. Grace had only ever self-pleasured a couple of times in her life, one of those she had been caught by the nuns of her school, who had punished her harshly for her behaviour. Since then, Grace had only ever touched herself there to wash. What was happening to her now? Her eyes were wide, glued to the professor's who watched her intently. It seemed he was drinking in her arousal, her need and her desperation with great gusto.

"I want you to cum for me", his delicious voice commanded.

Grace sobbed as her fingers sped up by their own volition without her conscious control. She was frigging herself faster now, her moans coming louder, her hand pulling on her oversensitive nipple with renewed desperation.

"Now", he said, his eyes demanding her surrender. Grace was helpless to resist, so grateful she could give him what he desired, her body obliging his command. Her little virginal pussy clenched, as though it was seeking his cock as her back arched and a low moan escaped her full lips. "Aaaaahhhh.....my.....god", she almost screamed as she came so powerfully she almost passed out.

A wave of pleasure flowed through her mind that she had fulfilled his command as her body was covered in sweat, still basking in the afterglow of her powerful release. Her breath came fast, her face flushed prettily, her lips moist and parted, as she looked at him with her large green eyes, eager to obey any command that pleased him. He pulled on her heart and her sex, evoking a sense of love, devotion and lust in her that she had never known before. Everything she was was his. Nothing would make her happier than to serve him.

When her legs had stopped shaking, she slowly got up from the chair and walked towards him. She was inexperienced and yet he had awakened the dormant sensuality that had lain hidden for so long in her. Grace's exposed tits pressed against his body as her hand found his crotch, stroking his growing erection with much adoration. Her eyes looked at him, imploring, her mouth open, begging him to kiss her, to take her, to make her his, to use her to pleasure himself...

 

[sot1974]

Robert was thoroughly enjoying the wanton shift in Grace. It appeared this young nubile had repressed many years of sexual desire. It was going to be immensely pleasurable to have this tool available for his pleasure at any time.

As Grace looked into his eyes with his hand on his crotch Robert decided to assert further control and enjoy himself. “Grace you have not earned time with my cock or my mouth as of yet.” He looked directly in her eyes. Leaning over and grabbing a large handful of tit flesh Robert’s grin increased. After massaging Grace’s nipple and kneading her flesh Robert quickly gave Grace a good tit slap. His hand expertly applying the exact amount of force in order startle and induce an erotic sting in Grace’s breast. Her tit reddening as the blood flow increased in her breast.

“Grace you will not get my cock today. There is much more to be done, your little virgin pussy will not be fed today.”

“Return to the chair” Grace whimpered slightly and turned to return to the chair, at which point Robert slapped her firm young ass in the same manner that he admonished her tit. A nice sting and a good handprint materialized for Robert to watch as Grace sauntered back to the hypnosis chair.

After Grace lay down Robert began his suggestions for how he was going to mold Grace as he pleased.
“Grace upon my command you will not recall the events of this session. You will only recall that hypnosis was wonderful for you, and you are eager to continue aiding me in my studies. You will notice in day to day living that you are becoming more and more sexual and your curiosity is growing. You will notice that you have a very strong sub personality growing within you.”
Robert proceeds to bring Grace gradually out of hypnosis allowing her to recompose herself and dress.
“Hello Grace how was that?”

 

[Sensualista]

It was almost as though Grace was watching herself get up and wantonly rub herself against Professor Davis, as though another, very different part of her had taken over this body. A part within Grace noticed the change and tried to fight it, yet the commands of the professor were too powerful, too much feeding a deeply neglected aspect of herself that was now hijacking the show.

It was apparantly true that one couldnt be hypnotised against one's will, but that will did not have to be conscious or morally acceptable. She did not know that the kind of conflict the nuns had instilled between her decency and her sexuality made her an ideal victim for this process. It did not matter that none of this made sense, the need in her body for him was burning so strongly, it hurt. Grace was magnetically drawn towards him and especially to the bulge in his pants.

She had seen a penis only in a biology book, never having explored or desired one until now. Her hand caressed his growing manhood and her mouth started salivatingin anticipation, as though it was the most delightful treat. There was little she wouldn't do to be allowed the privilege to serve his cock.

And yet, he withheld it. She hadn't yet earned his lips or his member, frustration and longing gripping her violently at his words. "How can I earn it", she asked softly, her eyes still pleading for what she needed.

He slapped her exposed tit, the sting making her whelp in pain and slightly pull back from him, even as her nipples impossibly hardened further.

He commanded her to go back to her chair, slapping her lush ass hardly, marking her soft, creamy skin with a red handprint, making her cry out, before she hurried back to the chair. It seemed he didn't like her coming towards him, only following his commands rather than taking the initiative to get what she wanted.

Once back in the chair, his gorgeous voice spoke once more, implanting more suggestions, before telling her to button her blouse and then bringing her out of hypnosis.

Grace came out of trance feeling relaxed and happy. There was a strange scent in the air that she hadn't noticed before and something was coating her finger. That was strange. Also, her pussy was pulsing and her nipples were straining against the blouse. Why had she taken off her cardigan?

Grace did not understand, arousal and unease mixing in her mind.

 

[sot1974]

Watching individuals come out of a deep controlled trance was one of Robert’s great pleasures. Asserting such control always provided an enjoyable bump to Roberts ego and when the subject was a specimen such as Grace Robert truly reveled in the power he held.

Watching Grace’s nipples protrude against her blouse and knowing her virgin pussy was dripping enticed Robert, but he knew he had much more in store for Grace. She would be his toy.

“I hope you enjoyed that Grace”. Robert grinned and gave Grace an approving smile.

“You passed , you got the job." Robert said coldly.

"Please come back tomorrow." "I run my sexual healing clinic once a week. I hope that will not be an issue for you Grace?”

“ We will be dealing with men and women challenged with a variety of sexual issues. I will require your assistance with clinical and non clinical interventions. My work in hypnosis and neurology is advancing well and I am sure you will be fascinated.”

“Please be a few minutes early tomorrow.”

“Grace you can go home for the day.” Robert looked down and excused Grace from the room leaving her no clue as to whether Robert was actually pleased with her or not.

 

[Sensualista]

He was unsettling and confusing. first concerned about her wellbeing, smiling at her and then telling her icily she had gotten the job. Grace smiled with happiness. what a fortunate turn of events.

At the mention of the sexual healing clinic, she shuddered.
"Are those people having sex outside marriage", she asked, her christian beliefs and judgements asserting themselves. "I am not sure how comfortable I would be in assisting patients like that", she added, her body feeling strange. There was a low burn in her lower belly, a growing ache, which seemed to be spreading outwards. It took Grace a moment to collect herself and focus on Professor Davis' explanation.

"Thank you, professor. I will be in early. Do you have any requirements for my dress code", she asked professionally, her voice only slightly shaking. Why could she not look at the professor without trembling and feeling drawn to go closer?

Grace shook herself and regained her faculties as she left. She had gotten the job. This hypnosis business was claelry not so bad. She remembered a peaceful beach and feeling good. She wasn't even sure if she had been deeply under, it had been more like a pleasant afternoon walk bye the beach. This was what his clients were flying in for from all over the world and paying high fees for? Strange. Very strange.

Grace cooked for herself in the small student accomodation she was renting near campus when her fiancee called. She told him about the developments of her day and found herself teasing and flirting a little. That was new. He seemed to enjoy it, telling her he would like to come down to see her the following week. Grace agreed, a part of her body urging her to be close to him for a reason she did not quite understand.

After the phone call, Grace took a shower. When she washed, her hands were slowing down and lingering on the parts she normally tried to brush over. Her nipples were hardening under her soft attentions and her pussy was feeling delicious. A low moan escaped her lips as her soapy hands parted the damp folds of her pussy to wash thoroughly, finding her needy clit. "Need to get clean", she murmured as she leaned against the wall, the shower head pointing at her breasts as her hand was circling her clit. For some reason she was thinking of Professor Davis as she was touching herself... After a short while, Grace's young body spasmed in waves of orgasmic relief, which were rippling out from her sex through every nerve in her body.

When the wave had ebbed, guilt and shame overcame her. What had she done? She hadn't sinned like this since the nuns had caught her years ago. Why now? Grace found her rosary and repeated the lords prayer many times, trying to wash the sinful thoughts from her mind. She could only hope that her soul was not yet damned for all eternity. She could but pray.

***

The next day Greta dressed, for some strange reason leaving her baggy sweater and cardigan at home. Instead, she wore a form fitted top, which emphasised her large breasts, something she never did and a tighter, knee length skirt with some of the highest heels she posessed.

She knocked on the professors door ten minutes early and entered at his gruff command.

 

[sot1974]

“Come in Grace”

Robert was not in much of a jovial mood. The others professors often annoyed him with their antiquated thoughts and approaches. No wonder so few people seek therapy he mused when half of what is being practiced was out of date decades ago.

When seeing the site of Grace, Roberts mood elevated. “fuck this chic is hot” he thought internally. “and my suggestions are clearly working. That is the kind of dress I want sauntering around my office.

“I hope you are feeling well Grace. Today we will be working with my sexual social anxiety group” “These men and women have varying challenges connecting, and being in the presence of sexual conversations and actions.”

It is my hope with your aid that we can make some good progress with these individuals. “How are you feeling about that today?”

“Grace I have total confidence in you to meet today's job requirements.” “Are you good with that?”

 

[Sensualista]

Grace was nervous at entering his office again. Strangely both a sense of excitement and a sense of impending doom washed over her as her hand touched the doorhandle. Why was she so skittish around the professor? Yes, he was severe and a bit strange, but clearly harmless. Why did her body so strongly signal danger? Grace pushed the thoughts away. She needed this job and would not let some silly girl fantasies spoil this opportunity.

She could feel his eyes on her, taking in her attire, almost seeming to devour her with his gaze that made a part deep inside her want to fall to her knees and please him. The longer he looked and the longer she stood there, paralyzed in his room, the more aroused and submissive she felt. Her throat had gone dry, her moist lips slightly parted.

"Good morning, sir", she managed to whisper, lowering her eyes demurely as her pussy was pulsing distractingly, her nipples already hardening very visibly against the tight top.

"Sexual conversations and actions", she asked, her eyes wide, her body beginning to tremble. She certainly wasn't comfortable and yet she could neither get herself to leave nor to speak up against it. "How could I be of help with that, sir", she asked softly, her knees beginning to slightly shake the more she was looking at him.

"I will do my very best to meet your requirements, sir", she answered, slightly biting her lip as someone knocked on the door.

 

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Robert was pleased at Grace's nervousness it indicated that many of his suggestions were sinking in and Grace was becoming more aware and conflicted by the two very separate personalities within her.

He remained slightly aloof and allowed the nervousness and desire to grow in Grace. Watching her chest rise and fall as her pulse increased created a stirring in Robert's pants. “I want those tits out again soon” he inwardly mused, at which point a knock came at the door.

“Now Grace this is our first client today. John has difficulty with eye contact and blushing when speaking to attractive women. I will want you to engage with him and allow him to feel comfortable in your presence. Flirtation is acceptable and encouraged. There will be two more men arriving with similar issues.”

“I will be observing their reactions and progress in your presence. Please engage John and the other two men should be here any minute.”

Robert knew he had embedded several commands to allow Grace's inhibitions to drop as he needed.

As John entered the room he immediately began to blush. This immensely beautiful women smiled at him and John could feel the blood rush to his cheeks.

Grace introduced herself and began conversing with John. Robert was actually impressed with her clinical demeanour and her ease of conversation. Robert remained nervous but began easing into the conversation.

Robert was excited to see this little prude handle 2 more men. Robert was enjoying the challenge he was putting in front of Grace. At which point the other two men arrived.

“Grace please meet our other two participants” Grace was greeted by two fit men. Both men upon seeing Grace averted their stares. Blushing and nervously shuffling their feet.

“please be seated boys” Robert motioned to the couch and chairs.

 

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She was meant to flirt with the patient? Grace was't sure she even knew how to flirt.
The shy young man who entered couldnt even look at her without blushing obviously. At least he was as nervous at her, likely more so. That put Grace at ease, her innate compassion and friendliness winning out as she engaged the patient in light conversation.

Her manner was so warm and friendly that the young man soon seemed to thaw a little. Maybe today wasn't going to be so hard after all.
When two more men entered, the atmosphere in the room seemed to change. Both of the new arrivals were muscular jock types, one in his 30ies and one in his 40ies.

Grace found her eyes drawn to the toned figures, her throat drying again. For some reaosn, she kept glancing at their crotches, mortified whenever she caught herself doing so. Her pussy was pulsing undeniably and a part of her wanted to go over to them, sit on their laps and feel their strong hands on her body, teasing her huge orbs and playing with her nipples, which were already protruding visibly.

Grace noticed a guys glancing shyly at her amazing rack, likely to her great shame noticing the signs of her arousal.

"I am a little chilly", she tried to explain with a blush of her own, her voice catching slightly as she glanced again at a client's crotch. He saw her look, blushing, his cock twitching and growing perceptively at her attention.

"I am not feeling so well, professor", Grace said, getting up ready to leave to get away from this scene, when his glorious voice spoke a word directly to her subconscious, stopping her dead in her tracks.

 

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Robert was deeply enjoying the dynamic between all his subjects. Grace's nervousness, and the boy's conflict between their shyness but undeniable attraction to Grace's curves and her own timidness was fascinating.

What all the participants were unaware of as individuals was that Robert had embedded deep subconscious commands to each of them. Robert intended to enjoy using various commands to engage different parts of their personalities.

As Robert watched Grace become more uncomfortable Robert knew he would need to loosen her up. When she attempted to leave he indeed did stop her in her tracks. "I am not feeling so well, professor" she said.

With all his psychic and hypnotic power Robert used his command. With total control Robert spoke, looking deep into her mind. “You are free” “You are a sex goddess and you want to please me by being my kinky girl. You will make these boys comfortable! And you will heal them, because you are powerful to them” He spoke firmly yet only to her. The men oblivious to the commands Robert was giving her.

With the command embedded Grace turned from wanting to leave to loving the energy of these nervous men. “Now Grace which of these subjects would you like to work with first?

Grace pointed to the older gentleman who was now seated in one of the ultra comfortable leather chairs. “Oh you like the older one eh?” Robert watched as Grace now full of confidence and sexual energy walked over the to older yet very healthy gentlemen.

“Now Grace put George at ease!” Robert's inner thoughts began to spin. So many things he could do! Robert then looked at George directly in the eye and in another commanding tone spoke to him directly. “self assured.” He let the command seep in. Now George met Grace's eyes and a new dynamic began taking shape. Everyone watched as Grace sauntered closer.

 

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Grace's eyes almost glazed over at the professor's command. Immediately she stopped in her tracks and turned around to face him, her features softening, her moist lips slightly parted, her impressive chest thrust out more enticingly for his viewing pleasure.

After his command she turned to face the older gentleman, slowly and seductively walking towards him, her hips swaying and one of her hands gently trailing the line between her breasts whilst looking him staight into the eye.

"Hello, handsome", she said huskily whilst leaning forward, very close to his face, giving him a wonderful glance at her cleavage.

The older man's eyes had been averted before Robert's command, when they suddenly flew towards Grace and her openly displayed wares. She was currently opening the buttons of her blouse slowly, giving him a better and better view of her considerable assets.

Grace straddled him, pressing her now only bra-clad tits against the older man's chest as she leaned in to kiss his throat.

"Hmmm. You taste so good", she cooed as her tongue caressed his pulsepoint.
Her hips started grinding against his bulging crotch of their own volition, soft moans escaping Grace's parted lips as she was pleasuring herself with his stiffening manhood.

At Robert's next command, she opened the man's trousers, taking his cock out of its constraint, slowly stroking his engorged member.

 

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Robert was more than pleased with Grace's display of sexuality. When Grace let George's manhood out of his pants Robert was assured that Grace truly had a highly sexual sub-personality within her that Robert only had to manipulate in order to enjoy all of his own sexual interests.

Robert looked at the younger men and gave them a smiling nod as he observed Grace stroking George's pulsing cock.

“Now Grace show all these guys some more skin” Grace stepped into the middle of the room and dissrobbed further, leaving only her bra and panties barely concealing her young tight assets. The energy in the room began to increase significantly. Robert pressed play on his sound system increasing the hypnotic tones and subconscious commands he embedded within the music.

“now gentleman she is yours.” George stood and allowed his pants to drop to the floor. The other two also standing dropped their pants with eyes slightly glazed and desire in the air.

Watching as these previously nervous and self conscious men began to approach and circle Grace. Robert himself walked over and grabbed a full handful of breast leaned in and whispered in Grace's ear. “Make me proud you good girl, but don't fuck any of them. That is for later....”

Robert walked to each of the men whispering to each of them allowing their confidence and dominance to surface. Robert intended for Grace to experience strong male energy before he introduced her to his own.

 

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At Robert's command, Grace sexily dropped her clothes, only keeping her underwear on, which did little to hide her impressive melons, her damp pussy lips slightly visible through the thin fabric of her panties.

Grace hardly noticed the music, only feeling a wave of calm and surrender wash through her, making her listen even more intently to the professors voice. The three men suddenly dropping their pants did not alarm Grace, however her boss's forceful hand on her tit and his low, masculine voice in her ear almost made her cum.

"Make me proud, my good girl, but don't fuck any of them. That is for later", he had said. Was he going to fuck her later? The thought made Grace shiver. Oh how she longed to feel her masters cock in her tight virgin pussy, feeling him pleasure himself with her body.

"I will, sir", she whispered sofly as she fell to her knees. Her mouth opened to accomodate George's manhood, which she eagerly sucked on. Each of her hands was grasping a different cock, beginning to stroke all three men in unison. She was following Robert's command and that alone already made her so happy and fulfilled.

The men were all surrounding her, moaning at Grace's attention. It wasn't long before they were ready to shoot their loads, the intensity clearly visible on their faces. "Fuck, yes", George moaned as he shot jet after jet into Grace's eager mouth. The other two came on her tits, decorating her massive melons with their seed.