Dr. Chris realized they had forgotten to bring in another male yesterday, so Josh was called back in for his follow-up. Also on the agenda for today was Mischa Janiec, an Insta-famous model. Chris was a bit lax on the exact definition of celebrity, and it wasn’t like Mischa was an unknown stud. They escorted Josh into the office once he arrived. There was, once again, a big time difference between sessions, as Mischa needed to get a workout in.
“Hi, Dr. Chris. Your session really helped. I feel more comfortable starring on Manifest, on NBC!”
“Is that a vocal tic?”
“It is. I was hoping this follow-up session would fix it.”
“Of course!” responded Chris. Josh wouldn’t have to worry about a show where he was going. Chris SNAPPED, and Josh went under yet again.
“Josh, you will no longer remember that you should not be in Celebworld. You will always think that is your home. While you are on the island, you are to remain nude, unless a guest wants you clothed. If a guest does not want you, you will remain in the celebrity village, and stay there until you are needed. If you leave, there will be dire consequences. You have the right to refuse extreme desires, such as death or self-mutilation. Anything else that would not cause serious or irreversible damage is fair game. Your new sexual identity is polysexual. You will not care who you have sex with. You will also consume pills with your breakfast daily. These pills will stop the spread of most diseases to you. I lock this in with the word, ‘Sallad’. Wake up.”
“I must go to Celebworld, and not star on Manifest, on NBC.” Josh then got up and left. Chris made a note to actually hypnotize it away later on. It must have really lodged in Josh’s psyche.
They then waited for Mischa, who showed up at their office all sweaty and musky.
“I’m so sorry, man! I lost track of time, and then I had to fucking rush to get here in time!”
“It’s quite alright,” butted in Chris. “Please, come in. And if you would, please use more gender-neutral terms in my office.”
“Of course. Did I offend you?”
“God no! Man just implies a gender binary. Taking it out is best in your case.”
“And what brings you in today?”
“Actually what I just came from. I think I’m addicted to working out.”
“Oh. And you find this to be a bad thing?”
“The gym is all I think about. I had to be reminded to piss today.”
“Oh, that is severe. I believe hypnotherapy will be our best option. Are you fine with this approach?”
“If it will help me, fuck yeah I am!”
“Good. 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. Mischa, 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.”
Mischa’s eyes then fluttered open, and there was orange.
“The gym will not be the main focal point of your life. It will still be very important to you, but you will feel you have free time to socialize and remember your bodily functions.”
“I am no longer enslaved to the gym.”
“Good. Now strip completely for me.” Being an Insta-model, Chris had seen the dude in posers before, but never a full-frontal. And Mischa did not disappoint. It seemed like all of his gains were home grown, with a slightly larger than average cock. “I want to jerk off to completion for me.”
“Yes, Master.” Chris watched as the model did so, making sure their cameras were recording. They were, and they recorded every glorious moment of his masturbation. A video of him doing this was probably already circulating the web, but was it in 4KHD quality? Chris used their Celebworld money to beef up their camera system. Mischa came, with an average amount of cum coming out. He then cleaned it up, while Chris launched into the ending script.
“When I say ‘wake up’, you will do so, and not have any conscious memory of this session. Your subconscious will remember everything. And you will be fine being nude around me, but only in my office. I lock this in with the phrase, ‘Burnt baby powder’. Wake up.”
“Wow,” said Mischa, after rubbing his eyes. “My mind’s been fixed! And it’s telling me I really need to pee!”
“Oh, use mine!” exclaimed Chris, quickly unlocking it. “And don’t forget to put your clothes back on!”
“I will!” Mischa did his business and left, clothed. Chris then went for a massage, which didn’t last the whole session, as Trevor called to explain there had been a slight mix-up in guest requests. “Fuck,” Chris thought, as they sat up to listen more intently.