Hillary had trouble with aggression – and it was worst at work. Every day at the law firm that employed her, she was a terror to work with. She was a bitch to her co-workers, and if she felt angry or humiliated, it got worse. Eventually, it became a real obstacle to her career.
Frustrated and embarrassed, she went to a hypnotherapist for help.
“Have you considered that maybe you just don’t like your job?” he asked her.
She sneered. “I suppose you’re going to help me find a new job too? What the fuck am I paying you here for, dipshit?”
The hypnotist bit his tongue, and said nothing. She was rude, unpleasant, and disrespectful. He hated her immediately.
But he was a professional, so he gave her exactly what she had asked for.
All it took was two simple suggestions.
One, that if someone made her feel angry or humiliated, instead of expressing those feelings she should instead smile, and be nice to that person in direct proportion to how angry or humiliated they made her feel.
And two, that she would take the job he described to her when she emerged from the trance and do her best to be good at it.
“You’re going to work as a stripper,” he told her when she woke up. “It’s at a club my friend runs. All the other girls are there from hypnotic compulsion too. Their gimmick is that the girls degrade themselves on stage way more than the other clubs – fucking themselves with all kinds of objects, lezzing off with each other, all kinds of things. At the end of the act they gather up all the money clients have thrown on stage and stuff it in their cunts, and crawl offstage naked with the banknotes wiggling out of their pussy. The clients love the thought that every dollar these girls own has literally been in their cunts, has been earned with their cunts.”
She looked at him aghast. She felt the suggestion taking hold, knew she was going to work at this place, was going to try to be good at it. She knew she couldn’t escape. She felt the rage and humiliation well up inside her.
She smiled, a warm, affectionate smile, and got down off the chair and crawled towards him. “I love you,” she said, pathetically, submissively. “I love you so much. Please can I suck your cock?”
“Good girl,” he told her, as he guided her face down onto his cock. “And this is how you’re going to feel about each man who calls you a degrading name, who laughs at you, who gropes you, who treats you like the whore you are now. You’re going to be so angry and humiliated that you’re just desperate to fuck him…”
She orgasmed then, as he laughed at her, and she tried to pretend it was the hypnosis…
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