Message-ID: <17662eli$9811302010@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: ~master~ Subject: Mother-Daughter Act by mesmer Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <365773A3.AC96A6DD@coastnet.net.au> 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!" 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