Dr. Chris was cutting it quite close with their next two clients, with both the initial and Celebworld hypnosis scripts on the same day. Luckily, both of them were hot enough that Chris would enjoy just having them in the office for the day. Today’s client was Benedict Cumberbatch. He was surprisingly off today from filming, so he arrived at the office just after lunch.
“Hello. You must be Dr. Chris.”
“I am. Please, come on in and take a seat. What brings you to my office today?”
“You’re a hypnotherapist, right? So you can change certain things about me?”
“If you so desire. What do you have in mind?”
“I’m looking to perfect my American accent, so I can get more roles without me being relegated to the Brit.”
“I see. 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. Benedict, 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.”
Benedict’s eyes fluttered open, and they were orange. Normally, Chris would have at least solidified his request, but since they were doing both today, he immediately launched into, “Take your shirt off for me.”
Benedict didn’t go shirtless as much as most Hollywood men did, and with Chris’ insanely busy schedule, they didn’t have the time to see him in the movies and shows that he was. He clearly kept himself in shape, but wasn’t totally ripped, like quite a few of their previous clients were. Flexing wasn’t going to be too hot, so they then commanded, “Take off your pants for me.”
“Yes, Master.” Chris was wondering if British and American underwear were vastly different. They were proven quite wrong when Benedict revealed a pair of Versace briefs, with a prominent bulge in the front.
“Take those off, and then masturbate for me.”
“Yes, Master.” Chris was expecting a massive cock, and they were not disappointed. However, Benedict was not much of a grower. He only increased his penile length by a couple inches, if that, but it took both hands to wank off easily. Chris sat back and enjoyed that, knowing they were probably the first to have it on film. Benedict was allowed to cum, and while he cleaned himself up, Chris launched into the Celebworld script.
“Benedict, 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, ‘Hctabrebmuc’. Wake up.”
“Wait, did it work?” asked Benedict, coming out of hypnosis.
“My hypnotic triggering allows the celebs to speak in any language, fluently, that a guest desires. Now off you go! You have a plane to catch!” Benedict quickly got dressed and left. Chris sent a text to Trevor stating Benedict was on the way, and how they were so very sorry for the mix-up.