“I can’t wait to get this over with,” thought Justin, waiting for Chris to open the door. He was going to a therapist for his anger management, which had reached a head when he punched a man at Coachella. True, he was fondling a woman, but Coachella had security of its own.
“Come on in,” said Chris, opening the door. “Welcome, Justin.” He had a seat in his usual place, and Chris sat across from him.
“I heard you’re the therapist for a shitton of famous people now. How’d that happen?”
“I have my own methods that reveal miraculous results all the other therapists could only hope for.”
“So, do you need my background or anything?”
“No. But did you open the email I sent to you earlier?”
“Rutabaga,” Justin answered. In his mind, he said yes, but Chris set this up as a test. Very few clients could escape or not fall victim to his powerful hypnosis.
“Perfect. So, today’s session is specifically working on anger?”
“Yeah, Scooter says I can’t go around punching guys, even if I had a perfectly valid excuse.”
“I see. I find one of the best ways to cure anger is through the power of hypnosis. Would you be willing to try that?”
“I don’t see why not? Is it effective?”
“Very much so. I have cured many clients’ anger issues this way. Now, I want you to lie down and relax. Close your eyes, and listen to my voice. You are getting sleepy. You enjoy the sound of my voice. You want to listen to my voice. You want to obey my voice. Justin, I will now count backwards from 5. When I reach 1, you will be completely under my control, and open your eyes.
“5, you are starting to go under.
“4, you’re getting deeper.
“3, I control you now.
“2, no one else matters but me.
“1, I am your master.”
Justin fluttered his eyes open, revealing the orange hypnospiral Chris had always seen. His vocal hypnosis was still very much present, but this deeper hypnosis was much, much harder to fight off, and he could lock this hypnosis in, unlike him just talking.
“Justin, have you ever had gay sex before? And if so, with whom?”
“My dad and I have been doing it since I turned 18. Shawn and Nick also come over a lot, but the world doesn’t know that yet.”
“Interesting. Take your shirt off for me.”
“Yes, master.” Chris wasn’t shocked by the sight at all, but he went over and rubbed Justin’s nipples.
“What does this do for you?” he asked.
“I like it. Selena likes to play with them.”
“And what about your pits?”
“My personal trainer enjoys sniffing my pits after I work out.”
“Interesting. Now take the rest of your clothes off.” Unlike most clients, seeing Justin nude wasn’t going to be a shock, as he had seen those nude pictures already.
“What’s your cock size?”
“I’m 7”, hard, Master.”
“And when’s the last time you jerked off?”
“This morning. Nick had slept over.”
“Hot. And I see you now shave down there. Why?”
“Selena didn’t like it, and it reminded her of the time I was with another woman.”
“I see. So, I won’t have to turn you gay, but I will have you come out publicly as gay. You will not, under any circumstances, reveal your male sexual partners, understood?”
“Yes, master. I will not reveal who I am sleeping with.”
“You will go out and buy a chastity cage and send the key to me. I will unlock you when I see fit.”
“You will come in weekly now for sessions in which you are unlocked.”
“Good. When I say, ‘wake up’, you will do so, and not have any conscious memory of this session. Your subconscious will remember everything, though. And you will be fine being nude around me, but only in my office. I also lock this in with the phrase, ‘Burnt baby powder’.”
“I understand, Master.”
Justin’s eyes fluttered again, and the spiral went away. “How’d it go, Chris?” Justin was unfazed by his nudity in front of his therapist.
“Good. I’ll see you next week. And remember to get dressed before you leave!”
Justin was unfazed by that statement as well, and got dressed without any question. As he left, he called his publicist. He had an announcement to make.