Dr. Chris was excited, as they were to meet with the client they had been chatting with the past few days, and open up yet another venue for hypnotherapy. But first up today was Olympic gymnast Steven Legendre, who thankfully had an actual purpose for coming today. They greeted him cordially at the door, having all of their affairs in order already.
“Thank you for seeing me, doc. I know it was quite last minute.”
“No problem. So, I saw there is something you would like to discuss with me?”
“Yeah, it’s about my mental health. I’m not feeling 100% myself, and was hoping hypnotherapy would fix it.”
“It can, but it is not a panacea for these types of issues,” replied Chris, drawing on the real knowledge of hypnotherapy that they had.
“Yes, I just need a quick fix. And then next session we can work on identifying some of my problem areas.”
“Sounds like a plan,” responded Chris, who was getting increasingly worried this would become an actual therapy session. “Let’s begin. 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. Steven, 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.”
Steven’s eyes fluttered open, and it was orange, like always.
“Steven, you will have normal levels of anxiety and depression symptoms for a man of your age. You will innately avoid all conscious and subconscious triggers for your mental health. If this is still a major issue by next week, call me so I can set up another appointment.”
“My brain will function normally to the best of my ability, Master. I will call you if I need to see you again, Master.”
“Good.” Chris didn’t feel comfortable taking advantage of Steven when there were very real mental health issues, so they went for the ending script, and hoped that someone would request him soon, so that the Celebworld script could overpower all of those negative thoughts.
“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.”
Steven did so, and after shaking his head a few times, finally got the message to click. “Thank you, Dr. Chris. So, same time next week?”
“Only if you need me,” they replied, and they sent Steven away. Not too long later, they heard another knock on the door. They opened it to reveal a dashing young gentleman, in his mid-twenties. “Welcome, Roscoe. It’s a pleasure to meet you in person finally.”
“You as well, Dr. Chris. So, what do you think of my plan?” he asked the hypnotherapist, once they were both seated.
“Hypnotizing random guys is a niche I don’t feel comfortable doing, but it is a great idea for you. And your Celebworld-esque idea, but with porn shoots, sounds fucking fantastic.”
“The only problem is that my hypnosis isn’t as strong as yours, so it will wear off too soon. What’s your answer to that?”
“I would say give them subliminal messages as well, maybe for them to look on the website, or come back after a certain amount of time.”
“That’s fucking great, Chris! I’ll add that subliminal message, and I’ll keep them coming back every time.”
“And have you settled into your homebase?”
“Yes, that abandoned warehouse you bought me is perfect! And you’re fine with funding me as well?”
“Hunny, I can get this country out of debt if I so desired. Paying for your little porn shenanigans is nothing.”
“Sweet! I’ll let you know when the first victim comes along. It was great meeting you, Chris.”
“You as well, Roscoe. Have a good day.” Chris watched as the young man left his office. It was nice to have a pet project, especially one that involved hypnotizing unsuspecting men.