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New Story: Starlight Hypnotherapy (read description)
🕑 Added 2022-04-14 10:02:45 +0000 UTCOKAY!!!
So this is a custom story about aliens, saliva, expanding vagina, and armpits/armpit hair. It was a lot of fun to write and it's always cool when someone comes to me to help them make something they've always wanted to see. I'm not putting it up for sale but it's here (PDF too) and on readonlymind. This is a wild one by the way, and that's cool because we're all trying to find the stuff we love.
Starlight Hypnotherapy
A Smuthunter Story
Does your world feel like too much noise and too much pressure? Is it hard for you to listen to your own inner voice?
Shay looked more closely at the ad in her local underground newspaper, one of the few that were actually left in print in the country, and kept reading.
You don’t have to be a stranger to peace and quiet, or your inner self. Starlight Hypnotherapy can help you with everything from Anxiety to Weight Loss.
The print ad had a phone number, a website, and the thing that actually caught Shay’s eye, a starburst around a classic black and white spiral.
When she went to the website, it was a minimalist landing page with the same graphic, links to on-line reviews, and phone number, and a contact form. The online reviews were all very positive, and this woman, Doctors Ess, or Dr. S, was seemingly beloved by everyone who actually wrote a review.
“I wonder if she hypnotized them into good reviews,” Shay laughed at her own joke, then immediately wondered if anyone around her heard her say it. She’d seen the ad at lunch, but the idea had stuck with her and she looked at the reviews on her work computer. Every review came from a woman, ad it took a second read of the website to notice that it was women only.
The thing about Shay’s anxiety, which was getting worse every week, was that it made everything in her imagination too big and too small all at once. It was easy for her to imagine that maybe hypnosis was just what she needed, but for her to be able to follow up on that se had to spend the next few hours trying to figure out how it could all go wrong. It took until her next break before Shay decided she’d make an appointment, and decided to call the office.
A woman’s voice, soft and attentive yet strangely disconnected, answered and Shay tried to schedule for some time the following week, but the woman, the receptionist, told her that she should take advantage of the opening tomorrow. In her light, airy voice she told Shay that people who booked too far out for their first appointment were more likely to cancel. And, she added, if Shay came in tomorrow it would be a free session. It was Doctor Es’s belief that immediate and willing desire for help and self improvement should be rewarded.
That was too hard to say no to, and the next day Shay met the voice on the other end of the phone.
Shay was lucky enough to know that she was attractive. She kept her tan all year, her long, dark hair was thick and soft, she had nice, full c-cup breasts, and worked out regularly. She wasn’t afraid of thirty, which was still a few years away, but pride, vanity, and her anxiety kept her dedicated to her diet and exercise.
The more vain she was, the more she noticed just how smooth her own skin was. She noticed the rewards of her beauty routine, and how she earned and kept the softness of her skin, and especially the smoothness in her face. She was afraid of worry lines, and premature aging, but there were no signs of it… yet.
Shay took every possible step to keep her hair thick, strong, glossy, and soft. She didn’t flatten it, or curl it more, she didn’t dye it, or over wash it, and she kept it long, down past her shoulders, and regularly treated and trimmed any split ends.
The wavy volume of her naturally, deep, dark brown hair might have been her best feature, and if it wasn’t her perfect hair then it was her perfect tits. They were right on the edge between a C and a D cup depending on the bra, and her vanity made her in some people’s eyes, overspend on her bras. She would have been set after her first professional fitting, but each cut was different and fit differently. She needed to be able to underplay and overplay them, and being able to do that with just the right bra was priceless.
The receptionist was strikingly attractive. She was shorter than Shay by a head, had short blonde hair, a round face, and rounder, bigger breasts than Shay. Shay might not have noticed the blonde’s breasts if not for the fact the woman was wearing a peach colored tube top that showed off a lot of skin and a lot of cleavage.
It also showed off her armpits and the short, dark stumble there. Shay didn’t understand why a woman as obviously beautiful as the receptionist would wear something like a tube top if she wasn’t freshly shaved. Nothing about the buxom blonde woman seemed like the all natural or hairy type, but maybe it was because this office was a place just for women.
As Shay found herself staring at her strangely stubbly armpits, curiously waiting to see more of the two or three days of growth, it was impossible not to realize the receptionist was striking. There was an uncanny softness to her skin though, and a glow about her that looked like a photo filter come to life, but there was something else about the receptionist that struck Shay, she seemed… robotic.
When Shay checked in at the front the busty blonde answered in one or two word sentences, except when she was saying things she must have said many times before. and when she spoke it sounded rehearsed and automatic. It made Shay think of the conversation on the phone, and maybe it would have made her feel different… unnerved maybe, but the waiting room was so nice… it was overwhelmingly nice and peaceful.
There was something n the air, some scent, some feeling that tugged at Shay’s awareness, and all of her senses. It was more than a scent, and for some reason, as she watched the receptionist reach up for a file on the shelf behind the desk, Shay found herself fascinated by the dark flecks of stubble under the blonde’s armpits.
The receptionist’s soft, sky blue eyes were dull, and that added to their softness, but there was something knowing in them when she lifted her arms above her head in a long stretch that also made her chest jiggle and bounce. Shay wasn’t really into girls, and didn’t really look at other women’s chests, but everything about the room just felt so welcoming and…
“I noticed you looking at my armpits.” The receptionist’s empty blue eyes were soft and welcoming, and the blank, vapid, robotic tone if her words wasn’t confrontational or prying, “Women are supposed to be completely natural.”
Her words were as heavy as her tone was empty, and Shay wondered why she couldn’t stop staring at the woman’s stubbly pits, especially when, after speaking to Shay the blonde raised her arms up over her head.
Another blonde women walked into the reception area from out of the back. She was smiling, but her blue eyes were even emptier than the receptionist’s, and had a deeply passive, vacant, hollowness to them. When Shay looked into those empty eyes, it felt like maybe she was going to fall into them. Maybe that stranger’s eyes were going to swallow her whole, and make it easy for Shay to be just as vacant and empty, just as…
“I’ll take you back to the office, Doctor Spirala is waiting for you.” The receptionist lowered her arms once Shay’s eyes were drawn back to them as the other woman left.
Shay didn’t know how long she’d been taking intensely deep and slow breaths, just like in yoga classes or when she’d tried meditation, but those times it had always on purpose. Now, Shay didn’t realize she’d been doing it, and everything felt quieter and slower. She was already more relaxed, and she had no idea why. Just like she didn’t know why she’d been staring at armpits, and hair pits of all things.
Shay stopped, “Spirala?”
The name sounded Italian maybe, it…
‘We have patients call her Dr. S, e-s, because no one would take a hypnotherapist with spiral in her name seriously.” The blonde’s voice was distant, and sounded like it was repeating or recalling someone else’s words. But it didn’t matter so much now, it was actually nice and warm and welcoming.
“Oh,” Shay wanted the receptionist to like her, and she didn’t even know the woman’s name. “That makes sense. Was… was the last patient, she looked kind of , out of it?”
“Yes,” the receptionist smiled and looked into Shay’s eyes with her own dull, soft blue eyes. “But she is an experienced client and is familiar with the feelings and experiences of deep trance. She will sit in her car and rest until her mind clears and she comes back into herself completely.”
“Do you know a lot about hypnosis too?” Shay wanted to keep talking to her, and she couldn’t think of anything to say except far that. She couldn’t even think to ask the receptionist her name, that question was too far back in her mind.
“I know what Dr. Spirala has taught me,” the receptionist’s soft, distant voice was warm and deferential to the very idea of Dr. Es, and she answered Shay’s question with more than a hunt of loving devotion. “Hypnosis is a powerful tool to improve your life, and the more hypnotherapy you have with us, the better you’ll feel. That is what you want”
A warm blanket of peace and calm seemed like it was already wrapping around Shay, and as she stared at the receptionist, staring at the woman’s fresh stubbly armpits and breathing very deeply. When she said “That is what you want,” Shay nodded and found herself repeating the words back, “That is what I want.”
The receptionist walked around the desk and stood very close to Shay, “Follow me now.”
They walked down the hall and Shay found herself only breathing through her nose and wanting to stand as close to the receptionist as possible. They walked down a short hallway, and Shay wished she could just stay close to the busty blonde. She wished she could hug the woman whose name Shay still couldn’t think to ask, and wondered what it would feel like to have those arms wrapped around her, to feel those double d breastsed pressed into her own chest, and to just bask in the…
When the receptionist opened the office door, Shay felt something powerful, and unnamed pull on her and lead her into the room. It was even stronger than the intoxicating attraction she felt towards the receptionist.
Is it that smell? It’s… so…
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sight of Dr. Spirala, who was breathtaking, and whose beauty was even more uncanny that the receptionist’s. She had long, lustrous, jet black hair that was ironed flat and perfectly straight, deep dark olive skin, penetrating golden brown eyes, and a buxom hourglass figure that her belted, sleeveless, scoop necked green dress showed off. The dress was also, and it took a moment for Shay to notice it, covered in small, twisting golden spirals.
The only large spirals on her dress were thinner and harder to see at first, but were right over the doctor’s breasts. Shay stared at her, her mind slow and her deep, steady breathing filling her lungs with the potent scent in the air. Dr. Es’s breasts were as large as the receptionist’s maybe larger, and her dress and her bra were pushing them together into a beautiful, full cleavage that looked so warm, and soft, and Shay wished that the dark skin of the hypnotherapist’s tits would just spill out of…
Warmth filled Shay’s body, a deep, relaxing, uninhibited ability to just feel everything she was feeling, and a desire to want to feel more. But, she still shook her head as her mind wandered to sexual thoughts she’d never had about a woman before. It was impossible to clear her head though, and all she could do was look around the room and give herself a moment of not being captivated by the woman in front of her.
Spirals were everywhere in the office too. They were on the walls in the three abstract paintings, on the lamp shade over the small lamp on the desk, and even spread out on the rug, but shaped like paisley teardrops.
No one would take a hypnotherapist with this many spirals… hahah…
Shay didn’t know why her mind had suddenly wandered back to what the receptionist had said while she stood there in front of Dr. Es. Everything was confused, and soft, and light.
Shay took a deep breath in through her nose and felt a another wave of calm that felt like a current pulling on her. Doctor Spirala opened her arms wide, smiled even wider, and as she spoke Shay stared at the woman’s pronounced, stubbly, dark, perfect armpits.
The hair was longer, not fully grown like a man’s, but longer and fuller than the receptionist. It was darker too, and more fascinating. Shay stared with her lips parted, breathing deep through her nose and out through her mouth.
“Hello Shay, I am Doctor Spirala, this is my office, you are welcome to call me Dr. S, Dr. Spirala, or Estelle, or even just Doctor. How are you today?”
Spirala put a hand on her hip and gestured over to the recliner in the middle of the room with a flourish that showed even more of her armpit and the strangely compelling, increasingly fascinating stubble. It was like Shay was breathing in a whisper.
“I’m,” Shay felt an electric tingle and heat flow through her body as Spirala took Shay by the hand as she stood in the middle of the room and walked her over to the recliner. “I’m just anxious all the time, and I need help.”
The touch, the closeness, everything made Shay feel quiet inside, and as she sat down in the soft, white leather recliner she saw a large black and white spiral disc mounted on the ceiling.
“Can I ask you something Doctor?” Spirala smiled and nodded her accent to Shay. “Do you… I don’t know… do you not shave around here?”
“Oh that, yes,” Spirala smiled and stretched her arms up over her head, “I encourage everyone to be natural. It’s so much better for you, and so much easier to simply be natural. Hypnosis can help with accepting that too. Anything else?”
Spirala lowered her arms, and Shay looked up at the spiral on the ceiling. The mounted spiral reminded her of something, but she didn’t know why. All of a sudden Shay wondered about the women’s armpits, more so about what was so compelling about them, and also about the big disc. There might have been a logic to being all natural, something she could have tried to justify or figure out, but Doctor Spirala’s voice put an end to that.
“Well let me tell you that you’ve come to the right place for addressing your anxiety issues. Anxiety is really the most common issue that I cure. Most of my patients have symptoms that come from underlying anxiety issues. Hypnosis can turn down the underlying voices and thought patterns, especially the circular and self-perpetuating thought patterns that make our anxieties worse and enable our hyper-vigilance. I practiced hypnotherapy for many years, and as PHDs in clinical psychology started to gain traction as practicing degrees I went back to school for my doctorate. I believe in the power of hypnosis, and I believe in making space for women of all kinds to receive the help I can offer.”
As she spoke Dr. Spirala took turns lifting both her hands up, either to brush at her hair, or to illustrate a point, and kept unbroken eye contact with Shay the entire time. But for Shay, it was impossible not to breathe a little deeper, and to take slower, longer breaths. The air felt warm, and tastes soft, and while Spirala stared into Shay’s eyes, her eyes stared back and forth from armpit to armpit as the stubble became more fascinating and more simply interesting.
“I can tell you’re feeling relaxed and ready now Shay. You’re here, you walked through the door, you sat down, and you’re letting yourself be very vulnerable and open now, aren’t you Shay?”
Spirala’s voice was smooth and matter of fact, and it echoed everything Shay was feeling. “I find that deep trance, and deep, powerful hypnosis experiences open the mind and broaden horizons even beyond addressing the issues I help my patients with. So, since you have an open mind, open enough to begin, I want you to just be open to what’s going to happen.”
Every time she said open, Spirala spread her arms wide, and all of her body language had become a game to Shay, a waiting game to see those compelling, those illogically interesting and deeply fascinating stubbly armpits. Shay was so focused on the dark speckled flecks of freshly gown armpit hair that she didn’t even notice the Doctor had a small remote control in her hands.
The lights dimmed, the shades closed, and the large 3 foot across disc lowered from the ceiling and started to spin.
“Is there anything more you’d like to ask me before we continue? I noticed you staring so intently at my armpits, what were you thinking about Shay?”
The spiral was already pulling her attention in, and Dr. Es’s voice was so calm, and so soothing that it just plucked the answers out of Shay’s head.
“Just seems… I don’t know? You’re both so pretty and…”
Gently, Spirala put her hand on Shay’s, “As I said, I really do believe, and it just makes sense as you listen, I’m sure you’ll agree, that all women should be able to just be comfortable and natural in however they are, and what feels good and natural to them. Don’t you just want to feel naturally relaxed and comfortable in your own beautiful body Shay?”
The question was so warm, and so flattering, and the sound of Spirala’s voice was so magnetic that Shay looked away from the spiral. “And you can just feel the natural appeal of the kind of confidence in our beauty that I have, and my receptionist learned from me, that you can also feel. Now, just relax and watch the spiral Shay. I love spirals, and not just because of my name. The spiral is the visual language of deep hypnosis.”
Every time Spirala said her name, Shay felt warmer and closer to the buxom hypnotist, and as she kept her deep, slow breathing, Shay’s mind wandered and thoughts of armpits, and stubble, both of the women’s stubbly pits became daydreams as the spiral spun around.
‘Tell me what is on your mind, and let it float away, making you lighter and lighter as you open up to deep trance now Shay.”
The spiral was spinning, and as it turned it started to pull Shay’s eyes into the center, naturally leading her, and telling her subconsciously that she was moving closer to deep trance. ‘Your receptionist seems kind of… spacey?”
“She’s very good at her job, and she works so much better when she is in trance. She asks me every day to put her in a trance and keep her in a trance for work. It makes her happy, and hypnosis can help you find deep happiness too. Look into the center now Shay, look deep into the center, and for you, I think you should focus on the white spiral, and not the black. The black is heavy and dark, and the white is light, and soft. Watch the white spiral, watch it spin and lift you, lifting you up, and up, lighter and…”
Shay felt light headed, and when she blinked, she felt a euphoric wave of weightlessness. She stared into the center of the spiral, here eyes tracing the white swirl, and saw it moving up… and up… and…
“Just let go and let the spiral lift you higher and higher, our of body, and out of mind, rising with me now, up, and up…”
…and Dr. Spirala was standing under the spiral, holding it up higher, her arms extended straight up above her head, holding the mounted, mechanized disc by handles on the back of it, but that wasn’t important. Shay’s eyes followed the center up, but when she say Spirala’s armpits again, something more powerful than the compelling twisting black and white spiral pulled her eyes away.
Those beautiful armpits and that stubble were more enthralling now, and more hypnotic now than…
Let go.
“Let go, and see the spiral now.”
“What’s… with…” Shay pulled herself from the edge of deep trance as she consciously thought about just how ridiculous a big spinning black and white disk that was supposed to hypnotize her was. “What’s with the spirals? Why do you…”
“Relax, stare, and sink into the answer now Shay.” Spirala’s voice was so warm and strong, and so full on power. Her words guided Shay’s eyes, and her will back into the twisting, swirling black and white…
The disc was gone but the room was one massive black and white spiral. It was everywhere, it was on everything.
“You see the spiral everywhere.” Spirala climbed onto Shay’s lap and straddled her. The recliner rocked back gently and Shay felt Spiral’s fingers caressing her face as she stared into two black and white spiraling eyes.
“You are hypnotized now.”
I am hypnotized now. “I am hypnotized now.”
“You are hypnotized now.”
I am hypnotized now. “I am hypnotized now.”
Spiral’s words had to be reflected in Shay’s mind before she could repeat them, but repeating them felt as natural as breathing.
“You are a good girl, your mind echoes my words and you answer me. The more you obey, the more obedient you are. The more obedient you are, the more deeply hypnotized you become, just like my pretty receptionist.”
Spirala repeated those words after Shay echoed them, and over and over the hypnotist drove those words into her mind. Shay stared up into the spiraling eyes as time stood still, and only became aware of the passing of time when she started repeating and answering, “I am a good girl” over and over again.
Then, as Shay’s mind wandered deeper into the gentle, dreamy labyrinth of deep trance, she started to softly chant, “I’m a good girl, just like your receptionist.”
Shay kept on repeating those words over and over, and the more she said them, the more she thought about the passive, beautiful, content and peaceful blonde. And the more she thought of the buxom receptionist, the more her mind wandered to her armpits, and the lighter, shorter stubble, and she felt herself sniffing the air, trying to hunt down some scent that was all around her, but that she couldn’t quite capture or identify.
“Be silent my obedient, god girl. Be silent and stare at my armpits, stare at my sexy stubble and breathe for me. Yes, breathe deep and feel yourself accepting and obeying your desires now. My armpits draw you in, they enthrall you, and you are fascinated by my stubble. You just feel it, just feel it becoming a fetish, an obsession, and a need. Natural women are perfect, that confidence is irresistibly sexy, and you are obsessed with it. You wish more women were natural this way, you want to be natural this way, and it’s your fetish now. It’s your fetish, and you have something you want to ask me, you have something you need to beg me for, don’t you?”
“I don’t…” Shay whimpered, happily, and blankly, “I don’t know.”
“You want to kiss, lick, touch, and feel your face pressed into my armpits. There is nothing sexier than my armpit stubble. But you have to ask me. You have to beg me to show me you’ve accepted this desire in a healthy way.”
Shay let out a deep moan as her mind loosened even more, and just accepted that what she was feeling didn’t need a logical reason. She accepted that Spirala just unlocked some deep truth that Shay had always hidden from herself.
“Please,” she whimpered again, and this time it became a moan, “please let me lick your armpits and taste your stubble. Please let me worship them. Please.”
“Good girl. Listen to me now, listen with the deepest, open, obedience that makes you my good girl. Listen, feel, and accept. I am not a human. Look into my eyes and see the spirals, see the truth. I am not a human, I am an alien Shay, and I have come from beyond the human mind’s idea of space and time. I am from another dimension, and while we are similar, we are not the same. My people are superior in body and mind, in health, and in spirit, and we are even more sexual than you are. What you call hypnosis is a natural and organic power of communication we have. The spiral is universal, and when we hypnotize each other, it is like talking, or song in many ways. When we hypnotize each other it has meaning, and it is helped by our pheromones.”
Those spiral eyes were spinning and spinning, and Shay felt herself take a deep breath in through her nose at the mention of pheromones.
“Our pheromones are much more powerful here in your world, and that is good for me, because I have come to Earth to reproduce. My pheromones lower your inhibitions and flood your body with pleasurable hormones, including ones the pheromones program you to start to create. My essence, my scent, infects you and starts to re-write part of your body to make you more receptive to my hypnosis, and it makes you more beautiful, just like my receptionist. My pheromones code your body, just like my voice codes your mind now.”
None of what Spirala said made sense, but it didn’t need to. The spirals in her eyes kept spinning, and Shay kept sinking deeper, waiting for permission to do what she begged for.
“Those of us on your planet are here because my race is going extinct. What you smell, what compels you to my armpits is because of our reproductive process. This is where our pheromones are generated, and the stubble stimulates their production even more. You have already accepted that this is just a fetish, so even if your human mind tries to reject the truth I am sharing with you, you will still be bound and attracted to them.”
Slowly, so slowly because of the time dilation of deep trance, Shay watched this strange, alien woman’s armpit come closer to her face. Shay didn’t care if anything was real, just looking at her stubbly pits and breathing in that sweet, light, pungent scent was making Shay so wet. As her tongue softly started to caress the curve of Spirala’s armpit, Shay felt a warm, sympathetic quiver of ecstasy.
“Yes, good girl,” Spiral’s voice moaned out the words and Shay felt her mind reflect them back, and felt her lips quiver with the want to repeat them into the armpit she was licking.
Shay felt Spiral’s hand on the back of her head, massaging the base of her skull, and Shay pushed her tongue hard against the stubble just to feel its texture, then tongued up to feel the difference between soft skin, and the delicious, compelling sensation and taste of the stubble.
On some instinct she couldn’t explain, Shay started to spiral out from the center or Spirala’s armpit, lightly, with just her tongue, moving over every follicle. She was breathing in more of the pheromones, and she could tell this technique was doing something wonderful. Then, as she started to work her way back into the center from the outside, Spirala pushed her face back in hard and Shay responded by kissing hard, and then sucking like she would give the alien hypnotist a hicky.
Affter a long moment of sucking kisses, savoring the dimpled flesh and the feel of the short hairs, Spirala took one of Shay’s hand’s and brought it up to her other armpit. Hesitantly, as she kept kissing the other armpit hard, Shay started to finger the other armpit. She felt the prickle of the stubble on her fingertips and her tickling caresses led Spirala to moan loudly.
“Now,” she gasped and in her ecstatic, intoxicated and hypnotized mind Shay was proud of herself for that. “The other side.”
Spirala shifted and guided Shay’s face inot her other armpit and brought Shay’s other hand up. Shay felt the wetness from her sucking, licking kisses under her fingers. The wetness made her fingers glide across the stubble and she felt little goosebumps come to life, all while her tongue started to tease the contours of the other armpit.
Without prompting, Shay rubbed her cheek against the stubble and breathed deep. The scent was warmer, the air was sweeter, and Shay’s body was alive with a pleasure she wouldn’t have been able to process outside of trance.
Spirala cradled her there and rubbed herself against Shay’s cheek, “Good girl, give me more.”
“Yes,” Shay’s voice surprised her for a moment, it was as flat and content as the receptionist sounded. The words she said next quieted her own mind and made her feel even happier to obey, “anything for you.”
Spirala pulled her up from the chair, too her place on the soft recliner, and spread her legs. Shay stared at a beautiful, naked, stubbly vagina, one that looked… different somehow, but familiar.
“There are different, more potent pheromones released here, and you must inhale them. You must stimulate them, and stimulate me now, just like you did with my armpits.”
Shay did what she was told, and delicately licked across Spiral’s hairy mound, kissing it as she put her hands on the hypnotist’s thighs. Reverently, and passionately she worshiped the mound first, and as she did, her mouth started to water. Shay started salivating uncontrollably, and the more she licked and kissed the dark, curly growth of hair, the more saliva pooled in and dribbled out of her mouth.
Then, gently Spirala pulled Shay’s head back by her hair, and Shay saw the alien vagina in a new light. It had grown, and it was almost like a basin or a sink at the bottom, catching all of Shay’s saliva. But the moment didn’t last and Shay didn’t have time to think about it, because the alien hypnotist pushed Shay’s face into her alien snatch.
The taste of Spirala was heavily, and it made Shay moan with bliss. She needed more, and as she started to work the wet, warm, welcoming slit, Spirala’s pussy kissed her back. She felt its expanding wetness on her cheeks, and she breathed the scent of Spiral’s pleasure in. Shay was drunk on the alien’s essence and pheromones, and was a drooling, salivating mess of submissive obedience and pleasure.
Everything was warm, wet, dark, and delicious. Shay wasn’t breathing air anymore, just the pungent pheromones that Spiral’s alien body produced, and her vagina closed around Shay’s face, blocking out oxygen as Shay salivated more and more, and filled her lungs with pheromones until Spiral’s orgasm spurted so sweetly that is made Shay cum too.
Shay fell away from Spirala, her body quivering in waves after wave of orgasmic pleasure. The physical bliss was sobering though, and the first breath of air, of earth’s air, was like a cold shower for Shay’s brain.
Shay touched her face, then licked her lips, and blinked, squinting up at Spirala, staring between her legs at the closing alien pussy she’d just been eating, the one that had expanded and wrapped around her face and almost swallowed her head whole.
“Oh my god,” her voice was small and shocked, and if her body hadn’t been filled with pheromones she might have panicked or melted down. Instead, she stood up and started to slowly back away from the beautiful alien hypnotist. “What’s happening to me? What’s going on? What… are you…”
Spiral’s words from earlier, confiding in Shay that she was an alien, all came back. “This is… it’s… I thought you were, I thought it was a mind game, I thought…”
The layers of subconscious logic that Shay’s mind had insulated itself with while also surrendering to Spirala’s hypnotic sway, started to collapse. “This can’t be real.”
Shay’s body was too calm for how overwhelmed her mind was becoming, at least until Spirala said, “Look into my eyes.”
Her soft words had a physical pull on Shay, and she looked back into Spirala’s eyes, eyes that were still black and white spirals like the big disk that was back up on the ceiling. “Look deeper and deeper, and feel your fears fading away. You are safe with me. You are always safe with me, and I am helping you.”
Shay took a deep, shocked breath as her body obeyed Spirala’s commends. As she inhaled, Shay tasted the pheromones in the air and felt them flowing inside her. She was aware of the tingling, swirling changes inside her own body and minf. She felt a connection, a physical, quantum connection to Spirala, but it didn’t change her mind or erase the confused panic.
But those eyes, those black and white swirling discs of Spirala’s eyes were making her words real. “Feel your fears fading away. You are safe with me. You are always safe with me, and I am helping you.”
Spirala repeated herself, and this time the fear started to fade, and slowly, Shay started to feel safe again. She started to feel safe, and quiet, and calm, and she wanted to… she…. The spiraling, alien eyes… alien…
Shay’s body started to shuffle backwards, her mouth open, the pheromones flooding her body and showing her just how deeply connected she was to Spirala know. “What are you Spirala? What…”
“I told you what am,” Spirala slowly started to pull her dress down to reveal her naked breasts. They were perfect, and the alien woman didn’t need a bra to. “Now be calm, and look…”
She cupped her tits gently, and black and white spirals started to form out from her nipples, “Look at the spirals and just be with me. Be mine now.”
“I… I… I…” slowly, very slowly Shay’s mouth stopped working as the spiraling breasts swayed in front of her eyes. Spirala’s hands continued to cup and massage her large, dark breasts, and the twisting cascades of black and white pulled Shay’s world into them, drawing her into the spirals, pulling her towards the nipples, making her feel warm, all over, and quiet.
The fear and the panic floated away as she stared, feeling the sense of Spiral’s voice inside her, feeling the alien woman’s will moving through her as she pheromones worked on her body and mind.
“Just relax, and just be mine now Shay. You are always safe with me, you are always safe in my care. Be mine and I will take all of your fears and all of your cares away. Be mines, be still, and let me cure you, and heal you. Let me make you what you long to be, let me make you perfect and whole.”
Instead of massaging her breasts further, Spirala lifted her hands wide above her head, showing her armpits as her hips swayed, “Look at them, see everything, see my perfect hypnotizing breasts, see my flawless, natural armpits, and feel them. Feel me, come to me and touch me now.”
Everything fell away from Shay’s mind, like something unspoken worked in unison with Spirala’s voice, and vibrated in harmony with her words.
“You are safe Shay,” the voice called out to her and she felt music in her head as she stared at the spiraling, swirling breasts, then potent wisp of Spirala’s essence, something that had woven itself into Shay’s cells, crept up her nose and called to her. The beautiful breasts were so wonderfully soft in Shay’s hands as she cupped them, and gently felt herself guided back into Spiral’s armpit.
Shay’s tongue slowly, lovingly, obediently did what the new threads of nerves and sensory connections in her body wanted her too. She felt the sympathetic connection to Spiralla’s will strengthen as her lips made contact with the smooth, strong hair in her armpit, and she pushed her tongue hard into the crease under where the chest and shoulder muscles met, where the hair was longest and strongest.
“Listen to me Shay,” Spirala eased her over to her other armpit, “you are mine. You are one of mine now. We are connected and together. You are a part of us, and you are always safe with me. In time your mind will adjust, and you will change, but for now, it’s easier to forget. Forget the details, just remember the power and the pleasure of deep trance with me. Forget how I am changing you, just feel your anxieties and your fears fall away. When I wake you, soon, you will awaken with your own inner voice and inner fears about yourself and your life, and all of your hyper-vigilance turned down, down, down to a level where it is helpful to you, not where it controls you and holds you back.”
“I am here, I felt you summon me,” the receptionist’s was soft, and empty as always. Shay felt Spirala move away from her, and she felt hands on her body, guiding her to her feet, and then slowly, those soft hands started stripping her naked. She felt waves of warmth in her mind, like a sympathetic sound was reverberating in the air, and Shay had to will her eyes to focus as she felt the delicate wetness of a woman’s tongue between her legs.
The receptionist was on her knees, hands on Shay’s hips, pulling her down, down to the ground, until Shay was straddling the busty blonde’s face. Shay looked down at her, her body responding to the softness and the pleasure of the woman’s mouth, and saw small, barely visible black and white spirals in the receptionist’s eyes. A soft moan escaped Shay’s lips as the other woman’s touch started to spread through her, more than physical connection, more than the raw sexual pleasure of her skilled tongue and lips.
Shay moaned loudly as the first tease of an orgasm fluttered on the edge of her awareness, and on the edge of her physical being, but Spirala muted Shay’s building cry of pleasure with her armpit.
““You are mine. You are one of mine now. We are connected and together. You are a part of us, and you are always safe with me. In time your mind will adjust, and you will change, but for now, it’s easier to forget.” Shay came hard, and as she did, she felt her thoughts and her memories blinking out like fireflies vanishing into the dark, all white Spirala led Shay back to her other armpit while the receptionist didn’t give her time to recover. Shay’s body was alive with overstimulation, but Spirala’s essence and her voice kept Shay together while she started to cum again and again.
“Forget the details, just remember the power and the pleasure of deep trance with me. Forget how I am changing you, just feel your anxieties and your fears fall away. When I wake you, soon, you will awaken with your own inner voice and inner fears about yourself and your life, and all of your hyper-vigilance turned down, down, down to a level where it is helpful to you, not where it controls you and holds you back.”
Time didn’t exist in that moment, and Shay heard those words repeated over and again and at some point, with some flickering awareness of self, she realized she was no longer licking Spiral’s armpits but had been moved to suck on the woman’s spiraling breasts. Shay’s eyes were open as she did so, staring and sucking on the spirals going back and forth from tit to tit, while the receptionist’s tongue didn’t just tease her clit, but slide into her in ways no cock ever could.
“You are healing by surrendering to my influence and accepting the changes I am making inside you. Your mind is telling your body to accept and obey me, your cells are surrendering to my presence, and changing for me. Just forget, it’s easier to forget, until all you will eventually remember is me. You are mine, you are safe, forget you fears, forget your memories, and just remember that you are healed and helped now. And I will tell you what to do to show yourself you are healed and…”
“Feeling, healed and helped now as you open your eyes Shay,” Shay opened her eyes and looked up at the black and white disk on the ceiling, no longer spinning, and felt a wave of serenity she had never felt before.
“What? What happened?” Everything was slow, and quiet and warm, but Shay felt more alive than she’d ever felt before. Even as she slowly started to wake, and slowly started to realize that Dr. Es was the most beautiful woman she’d ever seen, and that the confidence she had to have such unapologetically un-shaved armpits was exactly what Shay needed, was truly inspiring.
“You went very deep,” Dr. Es’s touch on Shay’s arm was soft, and encouraging, and Shay felt her soul reaching out to the other woman through her body. The touch made her feel like she was part of something unknowable, and unexplainable. “And you were an amazing subject Shay. I think we found what you needed, and I think you would do well to come back again, maybe next week at the earliest?”
“I…” Shay closed her eyes and sank down into the warm, loving harmony she felt in her soul. “Did you make me feel this good? If this is what it always feels like, yes, I want to come back.”
“It only feels better from here Shay, now…” the door opened and the receptionist came in. Her face was blank and serene, empty of all thoughts and cares, and perfectly content to just be. Shay looked at the busty, beautifully blank woman and felt like she was looking into a mirror. She felt just like the woman she was staring at, she felt whole and complete by being empty. Everything was so empty and quiet, and wonderful. “Follow my assistant out, and she will take care of you.”
The words were undeniable, and Shay felt like a leaf floating on the river of her voice. The receptionist took her by the hand, and when Shay felt that skin to skin contact she smiled at the blonde woman, “Thank you… Kelly.”
I must have asked her her name earlier, I just don’t remember when I did. How else would I know it?
Kelly, the receptionist squeezed her hand and gently walked her out into the small hallway out of the office. When Kelly, yes, Kelly’s name was deep inside Shay’s mind now. She would never forget this woman’s name. When Kelly touched her, Shay felt a soft, warm glow between her legs, and felt a wave of warmth eminate out from Kelly’s body, from her essence, and the pleasurable softness, the blankness, expanded out to consume and envelope Shay. She wanted to be one with Kelly, to…
“There is a rest room right through here, and there are bottles of water up front for you. Take as long a time as you need in the bathroom, and we will schedule your next appointment before you leave. I wish I could stay with you, but we have another new client coming in shortly.”
Her voice was dreamy and distant, just like before, but it made sense now. Hypnosis was wonderful, and Dr. Es was amazing. If she worked here, she’d ask to be entranced by the wonderful, powerful woman all the time too.
In the bathroom, which was very nice and very quiet, the reflection Shay saw in the mirror didn’t look like her, nit at first. She was beautiful, more beautiful than she’d ever seen herself before. It was uncanny, her reflection was too perfect, she looked like a photo filter…
Come to life? Like Kelly?
Shay touched her cheek and felt her incredibly soft, smooth skin, then she did something she couldn’t explain, not at first. Shay took off her blouse and looked at herself in the mirror. Her bra seemed tighter, and felt smaller than it should, but that wasn’t Shay took her top off.
She lifted her arms up and looked at her clean shaved pits in the mirror, “I need to grow my pits out. I need to have a nice little growth by the next time I see Spirala.”
She said the words to herself, and for less than a blink, she saw swirling black and white spirals in her own eyes.
It didn’t matter though, the memory of that image disappeared and Shay smiled at herself. “Yes, I’ll look so much better being more natural, just like my new friends here.”
Slowly, Shay slid her hand between down under her panties and started to rub herself as she stared in the mirror. She looked into her own eyes and stared at her own beautiful, blank, contented face as she started to finger herself. She heard voices in the hall, another woman was talking to Kelly, and Kelly answered her questions in that perfect, gentle, blank tone.
Someone new, someone to…
Shay didn’t know who long she’d stood there staring in the mirror, touching herself. But as she heard the door to Dr. Es’s office close, she felt Kelly’s presence reaching out to her even before the bathroom door opened behind her.
“Breathe me in Shay,” Kelly stood there with her arms raised above her head, her essence filling the bathroom. Her eyes were vacant, her face blank, but the sound of her voice was a twisting… spiraling…
Shay melted into Kelly’s embrace as the blonde pressed Shay down to her knees and started to lift her skirt.
End
