The patients are required to attend hypnotic therapy sessions six days each week and are given one day off to reconstitute and further imbed the previous therapy work.
All patients are given a variety of special medications in the secondary reception area, just before each session that partially sedates them and makes them extremely vulnerable to suggestion.
They also receive daily medication to help chemically remove their free will, and faciilitate their training.
Dr. La Chote uses a number of hypnotic devices, frequently a rotating spiral disc with special features to allow the relaxed patient to fall comfortably into their first hypnotic trance.
Once the patient is safely in a deep hypnotic trance Dr. La Chote carefully tests them in the observation room, immediately next to her comfortable office, to discover the subject’s most intimate and secret sexual fantasies. These computerized tests also outline any physical or genital problems that might affect sexual performance.
The process begins, and as the patient becomes deeply locked into Dr. La Chotes hypnotic manipulation, more and more liberty is taken, and the dominant-submissive relationship between them becomes pronounced very rapidly. This lock-in is essential to the coming abuse and painful hypnoconversion treatments.
After about three weeks with Dr. La Chote the patient is transferred into the influence of Dr. Samantha Jones, whose office is directly adjacent to Dr.La Chote’s, and Dr. Jones begins the second stage of the captivated patients decline into subservience.
After another three weeks the patient is transferred into the care of Dr. Sabrina Sidney and the heavier and more painful stage of slavery begins.
As each doctor in turn completes their training phase of the deeply locked patient, more and more dramatic inner changes take place in the slave, and electroshock treatments are begun by nurse Janet Puente, under deep hypnosis, to burn the learned conditioning irreversibly into the pliable mind of the poor patient victim.
The patient never really has a chance once the first hypnotic locking is done.
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The large envelope that I received in the mail would begin a process that would alter my life drastically and irreversibly.
I could not have known that, however, and as I read through the brochure, I became more and more interested, and excited.
Having just lost my job I was quickly becoming desperate for money, and was barely hanging on in my attempts to find other work. I had no unemployment compensation, and it was a very serious matter for me.
I would receive $500 a day for one month participating in a sex research project for an organization called United International Hypnotic Sex Therapists.
I was beside myself with joy, I had been planning to leave this city anyway to find work, and this would be the answer to my prayers. The brochure said that I could leave soon, once the forms were completed and sent in.
I wasted no time with this and within three days I recevied a phone call and confirmation of my acceptance into the project. The woman’s voice on the other end said that I would receive my plane tickets overnight, express mail, and that I should waste no time coming to their center in Tijuana Mexico when they arrived. She said a cashiers check for three hundred dollars would also be included for basic expenses on the journey there. Also included were specific instructions on obtaining a passport and visa for the trip.
I was given other instructions also about preparations before leaving but paid little attention to them after they had been completed, and focused on packing and tossing my excess items in the trash. I suspected I would never return to this apartment building again.
I had reservations about traveling to Mexico but all my accomodations would be taken care of, and I would be paid very well for my work there at the end of a month. Coincidentally, I had actually once sought treatment for sexual dysfunction, having difficulty in maintaining an erection, and though the therapy was effective for awhile, did not last.
Only viagra and the other drugs in the same category seemed to work for me, but the side effects could be irritating and were, of course only temporary. The doctors told me that physically everything was working normally, but that I probably had deep psychological problems at the core of the dysfunction.
I had been into submissive fantasies for some time now, unable to score sexually in a normal way.
I had no roots, and no one to say goodbye to…I would start over again in another city once I had completed this and been paid. I would start a new life.
MY flight was uneventful, thankfully, but there were the usual delays due to the hyper security required for all air travel these days.
When I landed I followed the instructions given me exactly, and arrived by taxi within an hour at my destination, a set of large buildings surrounded by a high metal fence outside of the city. They were quite modern, and had not been there for many years, but the greenery and floral landscaping around the buildings was quite beautiful, and made me at ease, despite my inner trepidations. The buildings were flush so that one entered a short hallway in the middle and had access to either building.
I always hated things like this, and got butterflies when I had an appointment of any kind, especially at some kind doctor’s office.
I paid the taxi and walked to the front entrance of the building carrying my suitcase with me. Inside there were two sets of doors, one leading to each building. When I entered the reception area of the medical building I was quite surprised to see many patients in the waiting room. There must have been thirty or forty, and there were several at the busy reception desk.
I sat my bag down and waited, checking the brochure for information about the special offer. Soon one of the pretty receptionists called to me, and as she smiled broadly at me I gave her my papers. She checked them briefly, reading basic information.
She smiled sweetly at me…”Welcome to United International Mr. Fander”, she purred, “we’re very happy to see you and I know that you’re going to experience some wonderful things here. You’re scheduled for an appointment with Dr. La Chote in one hour.” She motioned to a female security guard standing nearby…”Would you please take Mr. Fander to his lodging and get him settled in?”
The attractive guard came over and smiled pleasantly. She took my papers and read from them briefly. “Follow me”, she smiled, “I’ll take you to your room.”
I picked up the bag and followed her out the door and across the hallway to the apartment complex. We entered and walked down a long hallway and stopped at a door near the end. She opened the door and handed me a set of keys. “I think you’ll be comfortable here sir…they’re very nice rooms.”
She left and I went inside and sat my suitcase on the bed. The room was excellent, and much better than I had been in for a long time. ‘Better than any motel,’ I thought to myself. I turned the TV on and opened the suitcase and began putting my things in the drawers. I was told that my meals would be delivered to my room three times a day, and there was a motorized removal chute for all refuse. The rooms were cleaned regularly, and bedding changed during the patient’s absence.
‘I’ll be here for a month,’ I thought to myself, ‘I can enjoy some very useful therapy, and have a very nice payday to get a new start.’ I couldn’t believe my good fortune, and was happier than I had been for a long time.
I lay down and rested, watching TV until it was time for my appointment.
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I arrived back at the reception desk in the other building and waited with my appointment ID tag.
I handed it to the smiling young beauty at the desk. “your appointment is in ten minutes Mr. Fander, would you please take a seat and someone will call you when it’s time.”
I smiled and sat close to the desk. It was two o’clock in the afternoon and there were still many patients coming and going.
I began to read a magazine, and suddenly I was shocked out of my wits by what was happening on the right side of the reception desk where there was a separated area with a towel spread on the carpet.
There was a nude woman standing there with a small towel in her hand. She appeared to be in her thirties, and had a nice body, and was very pretty.
She was trying to smile at the crowd of waiting patients. I suddenly remembered some of the information in the final papers sent to me before I left. It said something about the need to be ready for unusual occurences, and that there were nude men or women in the reception area at times, and one would never know when.
At the time I read it I couldn’t make much out of it but in view of the fact that this was a famous sex clinic I shrugged it off as some kind of wierd new therapy for the patients. As I and many others stared quietly the woman began to masterbate herself, and she was actually forcing herself to look at us all.
MY eyes were frozen on hers as she moved her fingers in and out of her vagina and rapidly against her clit, and her look of mortification was stunning as she neared orgasm.
Some of the patients hardly noticed, as if they had seen it many times and the rest of us, particularly the men stared, dumbfounded.
She moved her fingers very rapidly now and was gasping and grunting as she stared at me and the other men. She moaned under her breath, trying not to make noise as she hit her orgasm, and a thick dribbling of vaginal juice ran down her leg and onto the towel she was desperately holding underneath.
I stared at the nurses at the reception desk and they looked up and smiled occasionally, not concerned in the least about such a humiliating display of sexual activity. The woman was wiping inside her dark hairy vagina now, soaking the wetness with the small towel.
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