Jillian's Tale
Part 1 The Secret
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"Really, Jillian. You ought to give up that
nasty habit. Those cigarettes will be the death
of you."
"I know, Louise. As a matter of fact I've
actually made an appointment this afternoon with
that hypnotist you told me about. This time I'm
going to kick the habit for good."
"Oh marvelous, dear! I've never actually been
to see him myself, you understand. I just know
him socially and thought I'd pass his name on to
you, since he does specialize in helping people
to kick the habit. Honestly, I don't really know
if I'd be brave enough to let anybody put me
`under'. Frankly I'd be a little scared that he
might tell me to rob a bank or something."
"Nonsense! A hypnotist can't make you do
something you don't want to do. He can only
reinforce your own desires to do something.
Now I suppose if deep inside you really WANTED to
rob a bank..."
"Heavens no!" The older woman giggled.
She was visiting at the home of her friend
Jillian. Both of their husbands were
vice-presidents at a Fortune 500 company based in
Greenwich, Connecticut. Jillian was 35 years old.
She was a natural blonde and her figure was still
quite good, thanks to her hours of aerobics and
tennis lessons. Her husband, Frank, was seven
years older than her and he'd spoiled her ever
since they were married twelve years ago.
Louise and Jillian had met at several company
functions and managed to strike up a friendship,
even though their husbands were well known to be
almost constantly at odds with each other in the
boardroom. Jillian welcomed the companionship of
the older woman, as it gave her status a boost
and helped legitimize her standing in the
community as an important person.
Her standing in the community was very
important to Jillian because she was constantly
trying to shed her middle-class roots and be
accepted in the snooty circles in which she now
travelled. Jillian was very much driven by pride,
and her quest for status often caused her to be
insensitive and actually derisive of women whom
she felt were now socially beneath her.
They finished their tea and Louise eventually
made her goodbye's and returned home. Jillian saw
that she had a couple more hours until her
appointment with the hypnotist so she decided to
take a leisurely bath before getting ready. She
hadn't told Frank about the appointment, partly
because she wanted to surprise him (he'd been
chiding her about quitting ever since they
were married) and also because she didn't want to
divulge that she had got the appointment through
Louise. Frank tolerated her friendship with
Louise, but it was clear he wasn't thrilled by
it. Still, as usual, he indulged her by never
commenting negatively to her about it.
Jillian walked upstairs to her bedroom. There
was a beautiful bathroom adjoining the master
bedroom with a sunken Jacuzzi tub. She turned it
on and set the temperature to the maximum she
felt she could tolerate, then went back into the
bedroom to remove her clothes. She kicked off her
shoes and stripped out of her blouse and skirt.
This left her in a bra, panties, black
lace garterbelt, and hose. Jillian didn't like
pantyhose. She preferred the lustful feel of the
garterbelt and the way the clips held the sheer
hose at the tops of her thighs. She slipped her
shoes back on and then stood in front of her full
length mirror. She couldn't help admire her form.
She gazed at her reflection as she unclipped and
removed her bra. Her hands moved to her nipples
and she began massaging them. The massaging
quickly turned into twisting and pulling and a
small moan escaped her lips. She lowered her
hands to the waistband of her French cut panties
and slowly lowered them to her ankles.
She slipped them off over her shoes and stood up
again in front of the mirror. Her right hand went
right to her pussy, with its short downy fleece
of blonde hair. Her thick pussy lips could be
seen right through the fine hairs. Without even
realizing it her left hand strayed back to her
left nipple. As she lightly rubbed a single
finger up and down her moistening slit, her left
hand resumed twisting her nipple.
Once again, a small moan escaped her lips, but
her finger rubbed against the nub of her clit as
she shuddered. Jillian slowly turned sideways and
bent just a bit to thrust her breast forward and
her ass backwards, like a fashion model. She
liked what she saw! All those hours of aerobics
were certainly worth the pain. Yes, the pain was
well worth it.
She turned a little more so that her back was
facing the mirror. Her bottom was still thrust
out and she now took both hands and began rubbing
and then squeezing her small ass. Each bun was
round and firm and her long fingers squeezed
harder and harder until it actually began to
hurt. Frank was one lucky man. She bent
over a little more so that her ass was now
pointing right at the mirror and gave herself a
little slap on her right asscheek. She rotated
her hips and moaned a bit louder, then suddenly,
as if coming to her senses, she stopped and stood
upright. She quickly glanced around the room to
reassure herself that she was alone. Of
course she was alone. She just felt suddenly
embarrassed and it showed in the flush of her
face and neck.
Jillian sat down on the end of the bed and
removed her hose and garter belt. She stood up
and walked slowly into the bathroom. Her
right bun still tingled just a bit from that one
slap and she realized that her pussy had got even
wetter.
"Nasty thoughts" she murmured softly to herself
and chuckled. "Nasty, Nasty! Let's save those
thoughts for some other time when I don't have an
appointment and can spend a little more time with
myself" she thought as she turned off the taps
and stepped into the hot water. She let the hot
water swallow her up and she luxuriated as the
tension was swept from her body. She lathered
herself up and then just laid there, letting the
minutes drift by as she indulged herself in
another fantasy.
She didn't intend to masturbate but her hand
found its way once again to her little nest
and shortly thereafter she was rubbing herself
furiously as the water sloshed slightly at the
surface. Finally she stiffened then sighed and
laid her head back down on the edge of the tub.
God, but she'd needed that! She soaked another
fifteen minutes then climbed out of the tub and
toweled herself dry. A half hour later she was
dressed and out the door, headed for her
appointment with the hypnotist.
When she arrived at the proper address she
found herself entering a tastefully furnished
waiting room with a receptionist's desk. The
desk was presently empty and there were no other
patients in the waiting room. She was trying to
decide what to do next when a distinguished
looking gentleman in a suit opened an adjoining
door and greeted her warmly.
"Mrs. Dudley?"
"Yes. I have an appointment for 3:00."
"Nice to meet you Mrs. Dudley. I'm Doctor
Kinder. I'm sorry but my secretary called in sick
today. Please join me in my office."
Jillian walked past the doctor and entered his
private office. Doctor Kinder looked about 50
years old with salt and pepper hair and a
well-trimmed beard and moustache. He had an
expensive dark suit on and wore silver-rimmed
glasses. He motioned her to a chair in front of
his desk and seated himself.
"First of all, Mrs. Dudley, I have to tell you
that I am not a medical doctor. I have a PhD in
Psychology and I assure you that I have been
successfully using hypnosis to help my patients
for many years."
"I understand, Doctor" Jillian smiled. "The
fact is that Louise Palmer referred you to me.
She said you'd be able to help me to quit
smoking. I've tried for years and have never
been able to stick with it. I'm normally very
active, with aerobics and tennis, and smoking is
just one nasty habit that I'd give almost
anything to break."
"Yes, yes. I understand. Louise Palmer... hmmm.
Yes, Louise and I have met on a number of
occasions. A delightful woman... Mrs.
Dudley, do you mind if I call you Jillian?"
"Please do."
"Thank you, Jillian. I want you to feel
comfortable with what we're going to do here. It
is essential that you understand the process and
are relaxed and receptive. What we're going to do
here is to reinforce your own desires to stop
smoking. It's a filthy disgusting habit and your
life will be far better after you've quit. This
process is nothing to be afraid of. It is a
little like sleeping and a little like
daydreaming. You will feel very relaxed and safe
here."
"Actually, I do feel pretty comfortable with
the whole process, Doctor."
"See! It's working already." The doctor
chuckled and smiled warmly. "This process will
probably require two sessions. Today I will put
you `under', as they say, and reinforce your own
already professed desires to stop smoking. I will
suggest, for example, that every time you get an
urge for a cigarette you will instead get a drink
of water. As the nicotine begins to be cleansed
from your bloodstream you will find that you will
be making fewer and fewer trips to the kitchen
sink.... and to the bathroom I might add!"
Jillian chuckled. She was definitely being put
at ease by his combination of professional
demeanor and good nature.
"After a week you will have to return for
another session. This will reinforce and
strengthen the original suggestion. For many
people that will be enough. For some others we
schedule additional follow-up sessions a month
apart for six months. After that you should be
well on your way to a life free from smoking."
"That sounds wonderful, Doctor. I'm anxious to
start."
"That's good, because we already have!"
Doctor Kinder reached behind him and turned a
dial on the wall. Immediately the room darkened.
Another switch focused a small dot of light right
on top of his polished wooden desk.
"Relax, Jillian. This is going to be a very
pleasant experience. I want you to look at the
light on my desk. Don't concentrate on it, just
relax and try to block out everything else in the
room except for that light and the sound of my
voice.... Let yourself relax.... Stare at the
light and think of yourself as a non-smoker."
"Imagine yourself on a beach, or on a sailboat.
Do you like sailboats, Jillian?"
"Yes, I do."
"Good. Look at the light and imagine yourself
laying back on a beautiful sailboat. There are no
clouds and you're covered with suntan lotion. The
sun is warm on your body. You feel better than
you've ever felt before. You haven't smoked a
cigarette in a year and it's such a pleasure to
be free of the habit You are relaxed. You're very
content...."
Doctor Kinder talked to Jillian in this manner
for a few minutes. It always took a little longer
when it was the first time. After this he would
be able to put her under much easier and quicker
for future session. Eventually he stopped talking
and just gazed at her. Her eyes were wide open
but she had a distant look. From his experience
Doctor Kinder knew she was under. He tested her
with a few commands then sat back and sighed.
"You can come in now, Louise."
"Are you sure she's under, Henry?"
"I'm positive, Louise. Come on in."
"Jillian, your friend Louise is here. Isn't
that nice?"
"Yes, doctor. That's nice."
"She doesn't SOUND like she's under. Are you
positive?"
"Yes, yes. I'm sure. You've only seen hypnosis
on television shows or in movies. People don't
really speak like robots when they're under.
Trust me."
"Jillian. I want you to take your shoes off and
put them under your chair.....good. Now, unbutton
your blouse and show your bosom to me and Louise.
There's nothing to be ashamed of. I'm a doctor
and Louise is another woman."
Jillian immediately unbuttoned her blouse from
her neck to her waist. She pulled her bra down
and displayed a perfect set of tits to the now
smiling doctor and his shocked friend.
"Oh my God! She really is under!" Louise put
her hands to her face then slowly lowered them
and smiled at the doctor.
"Excellent, Henry. Let's pump the stupid bitch
and see what she knows..."
"Jillian," the doctor said softly, casting a
warning glance at Louise, "Tell us about your
husband, Frank. We know he's been hiding
something and we're trying to help him. Surely
you know what that is. Does he have any special
secrets that might cause him to get in trouble,
or cause him a lot of embarrassment if it were
found out? Tell us, Jillian, so we can help him."
"No, Doctor. I don't know of anything that
could get him in trouble. He's always been an
honest man. He doesn't even cheat on his taxes."
Louise looked disappointed. Doctor Kinder
motioned for her to be patient, then he looked
back at Jillian and tried again.
"Surely there must be something, Jillian...
What about his sex life? Is it good? Do you
expect he ever cheats on you? Does he have
any fetishes?"
"No Doctor. He's always been good to me. Our
sex life is... okay, I guess. He doesn't do
anything exciting or unusual."
The doctor and Louise both looked flustered.
Surely there had to be an Achilles heel
somewhere. Something they could get to hold
over him. Something to put him out of the running
for the next Executive Vice President job and
thus practically ensure that Louise's husband
would get it.
"How about her, Henry? What's her secret? Maybe
we can find something there that we can use."
The doctor turned his attention back to
Jillian, who was still sitting there with her
blouse open and her bra pulled down. She seemed
very calm and relaxed.
"Jillian. You're still relaxed. You're among
friends and perfectly safe. We're trying to help
you. You mentioned that your husband doesn't do
anything `exciting'. That your sex life is okay.
What do you think about when you're having sex?
When you touch yourself and nobody else is
around, what do you think about?"
The doctor licked his lips slightly and leaned
forward. He made sure the tape recorder was on so
he wouldn't miss anything.
Jillian wet her own lips, and began to speak:
"When I touch myself I like to imagine that I'm
tied up and it's actually someone else's hands.
Usually a woman."
Louise stifled a gasp and gulped. She motioned
for the doctor to continue. This was more than
she'd expected.
"Go on, Jillian. How are you tied up and what
is being done to you."
"Lots of things. I'm usually naked. Sometimes
I'm tied but other times they won't tie me. They
want to do things to me and I have to stay still
or be punished."
"Who are `they', Jillian?"
My Mistresses. Sometimes there's only one of
them but usually there are three or four.
Sometimes there are a lot of them. They're
all young. Teenagers, but tough. And they're
Black. They laugh at me and make me do terrible
things to myself."
"Why do they do that, Jillian."
"Because they know I want it. That's the most
humiliating part. They know I want it and they
love giving it to me."
"Giving you what, Jillian? Go on..."
"The humiliation. That's the big turn-on. Here
I am, a successful woman. Thirty-five years old
and rich. I can have anything I want but what I
really want is for these young girls, this
`gang', to OWN me."
"You want them to own you?"
"Yes, that's right. They're tough and they're
mean. They're from the streets, see? And they own
me. I've become their slave. They've got
something on me, something so bad that I can't
say no to them. But I really don't want to say no
to them. I love it when they make me crawl on my
hands and knees. They slap my ass, sometimes
using their hands, sometimes using a belt. They
make me rub myself a lot while they laugh and
take pictures. They let some of their other
friends use me, too. There's no way I can get
out. They own me and they love to humiliate me.
I'm ashamed all the time, but I'm also turned
on.... They keep me hot all the time because they
can control me better that way. I do a lot of
begging and they seem to love that. They spank me
every day, and use me for their initiations of
new girls into the gang."
Jillian paused and the room was quiet. Doctor
Kinder and Louise just looked at each other in
shock. Louise had hoped to dig up some dirt on
either Jillian or Frank, but this was much more
than she bargained for. She stared at her
`friend' Jillian and suddenly she started to
smile. Maybe there was a way to use this to her
advantage.
"That's good for now, Henry. I've got an idea
but I'll need some time to set it up. Tell her
she has to come back in a week and we'll take it
from there."
Doctor Kinder sat there with an erection,
staring at the beautiful woman with the short
blonde hair who was sitting in his office with
her breasts exposed. Her story had certainly
aroused him.
"Thank you, Jillian. You've been most helpful.
You can cover yourself up now and put your shoes
back on."
At the doctor's signal Louise got up and
returned to her hiding place in the next room. As
Jillian was rebuttoning her blouse the doctor
continued:
"Jillian...
"Yes, Doctor".
"Jillian, I'm going to wake you up in a few
moments. You will remember NOTHING of our
conversation here this afternoon. Do you
understand?"
"Yes, Doctor."
"When you awake you will feel very relaxed and
refreshed, as if you had just had a lovely nap.
You will be full of energy and happy. You will
remember nothing of our conversation, but next
week you will very much want to come back to
continue our session."
"Yes, Doctor."
"One other thing, Jillian. You will not have
any desire to smoke cigarettes. The thought of
lighting one up will disgust you. The smell of
the smoke will make you nauseous. Whenever you
feel the urge to have a cigarette you will
instead have a glass of water. Now, wake up
Jillian."
Jillian blinked her eyes and smiled.
"Did you do it, Doctor? Is it over? I feel a
little funny, like I just slept but I don't
remember dreaming."
"Yes, it's over Jillian. It was that simple!
How do you feel?"
"Actually I feel wonderful, Doctor! It's worth
the visit just to go away feeling this good. May
I have a glass of water?"
"Certainly Jillian." Doctor Kinder poured her a
glass from the pitcher on his desk. As he handed
her the glass she looked at it, then up at him.
"Has it started, Doctor? Is this why I'm
suddenly thirsty?"
Doctor Kinder just smiled and chuckled. "We all
have our secrets, my dear. I'd like you to come
back in again next week. Is Wednesday at 3:00
good for you?"
"Fine Doctor. I'm looking forward to it! Thank
you ever so much."
"I too will look forward to our next session
Jillian. Good luck, and have a nice week."
Jillian got up and walked out of the office.
Doctor Kinder couldn't help but stare at her
lovely ass and long legs as they moved under her
skirt. He really couldn't wait till next week!"
