Dr. Chris realized they had made a terrible mistake, yet again. Both Tom and Mischa were not fully processed yet, and the two men were fast approaching in Peter’s fantasy. Their next client’s busy schedule meant they could only fit one in today, but they hoped the timing worked out well. Tom was still frazzled by the whole experience in Dr. Chris’ office, but a quick SNAP cured him of that. Chris launched directly into the Celebworld script.
“Tom, 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, ‘Reppoh’. Wake up.”
Tom did so, hilariously having the same look on his face as before. “A car is waiting,” explained Chris, as they prepared for Zach. They were ready just in time.
“Thank you for seeing me in such a short timeframe,” started Zach, as he plopped onto the couch without any formal introductions.
“What are you here for?”
“I don’t know how Brady fucking does it. Winning the Super Bowl was fucking awesome, but there’s so much added pressure on me to live up to the hype of last season. It’s affecting my game in adverse ways.”
“I see. I believe hypnotherapy will be the best course of action here. Are you okay with that?”
“Is it quick?”
“Absolutely. 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. Zach, 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.”
Chris had actually made some preliminary calls, and they and Zach had the whole hour to themselves, instead of 15 minutes, as Zach thought. “You will no longer put so much pressure on yourself.”
“I will not put so much pressure on myself, Master.”
“Great. Now, take off your shirt for me.” Zach obliged, and Chris had made his next event was media-related, so he had little to no football gear on. He of course had a chiseled body, which he was then forced to flex. Chris paid special attention to his arms as Zach did various poses, knowing they were the most important body part of a QB. They were quite toned, with the shape of the muscles heavily evident.
“Take off your pants, and then underwear for me.” Chris adapted it slightly to figure out if Zach wore the perennial football underwear, or something different, without awkwardly moving around the room. He was wearing a jockstrap, and a luxury brand to boot. His cock looked to be slightly above average.
“Masturbate for me, but do not cum.” Chris wasn’t that mean, as they knew he had to rush to an event afterwards, and a wardrobe change was not factored into the allotted time. They watched as the jock’s dick got hard. He was surprisingly a shower, expanding more in girth than length when getting erect. They didn’t have the video cameras rolling, but snapped pictures on their iPhone XL. It really paid off to be stupid fucking rich. Once they had enough, they commanded to him to stop, and 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.”
Zach’s eyes fluttered for the second time today, and his normal eye color reappeared. After a couple seconds or so, the programming kicked in.
“You’re the fucking man, Dr. Chris! I can’t wait to tell all my friends about you!”
“Thank you. Now get dressed and off you go to your interview!” Chris didn’t mind the masculine term, as Zach was in a rush, and eating up precious seconds with gender politics wouldn’t do either of them any good. And besides, next time they’ll see him, he’ll be turned into a mindless zombie. They then worked on getting Mischa into their office for tomorrow.