Doctor Jeanette, Psychiatrist And Hypnotuse
Dr. Jeanette Pontresse was new to Miami, having just moved to Florida to escape the mess that her native New York City had become—and to stay ahead of some pesky ethics violation investigations that were coming her way if she remained there. She was being accused of some unethical practices as a psychiatrist involving some of her young male patients. Some complaints of unorthodox treatments had been lodged against her, but they always seemed to be withdrawn just before push came to shove with the ethics board. That, the board was coming to realize, was a further indication of the problem. It seems she had a great deal, and a truly inordinate amount, of influence over her patients. Even when they complained, their concerns always seemed to just go away once they met with her privately to discuss the problem. Not only that, but their opinion of Jeanette always seemed to flip-flop, and wind up as glowing testimonials to her skill and professional deportment as a psychiatrist right after those meetings. It had not come to light yet that Jeanette had used drugs and hypnosis to sway the minds of her patients in her favor. No matter: she decided things had gotten too hot, and that it was time to start a new practice somewhere else. She settled on moving her practice to sunny South Florida.
She was a strikingly attractive woman, in her late 30s, with very long blonde hair that fell in gentle waves on her shoulders. She had unusually large eyes that were a brilliant green color, and very appealing full lips that she always kept perfectly painted in a vibrant and very bright red. That, and she was very devoted to wearing lots of black mascara which, in combination with her choice of lipstick, gave her a powerfully seductive look. It was one that she had instinctively learned to use to her advantage on her young male patients. She stood 5′6″, but in her beloved 4½″ high-heeled pumps that she always wore for work, she appeared to be significantly taller. Jeanette also had a penchant for soft, frilly dresses, and was altogether a young man’s wet dream. That was the carefully crafted image Jeanette wanted to project to her young male patients, who she was expecially fond of, and she loved surreptitiously dominating them with her ultra feminine sexuality. Her nature was to make men melt, and they just seemed to acquiesce to whatever she wanted of them, even when they weren’t being drugged or hypnotized by her. She loved the fact that being a beautiful woman made attracting male patients a snap, and getting them to trust and open up to her was equally easy. She also loved that their egos kept them from being cautious when it came to her use of drugs and hypnosis on them in the course of their rather special therapy sessions with her. They never saw Jeanette coming. The trouble in New York was the tip of the iceberg with her professional problems, and she was prepared to be a little more discreet and selective in the future of the men, and boys, she cultivated to be more than just being simply her patients.
The doctor had become very expert at mind alteration and deep psychological programming techniques to mold certain patients that she found sexually desirable and suited to her taste. She was particularly expert at using certain powerful drugs in combination with hypnosis to amplify the effects of hypnotic trance, taking her patients unbelievably and extremely deep, right from the very first session with her. She needed to put men deeply under her hypnotic control before daring to experiment with them sexually, and needed them deep enough so that she could blank their minds to events that transpired with her. She was able to induce total amnesia in almost all the subjects she chose for her advanced hypnotic programming. Augmenting hypnosis with the right pharmaceuticals did that quite well, enabling her to have her near 100% success rate in that area. Jeanette had gotten very proficient at secretly binding men to her will, even making them fall helplessly in love with her, which was a spell that she very much enjoyed casting over them. She now had set her mind on cultivating the teenage boy living at the home of her aunt, who she was staying with while she got settled in the new city. Jeanette found him to be adorable and sexually desirable: a perfect candidate to use her professional charms on.
Ronnie was her aunt Cleo’s son, and was a handsome, quiet, 18 year old young man. He stood just over six feet tall, with brown hair and hazel eyes. He was well mannered, well dressed, and he kept his hair cut in a conservative style, and was, by any standards, quite handsome. He looked like the perfect young gentleman, and Jeanette couldn’t wait to have at him. Since he wasn’t a patient, she would have to find a way to make him one—or, at least, get him to play “doctor” with her. She had wanted to get him alone so she could do some psychological diagnostics on him in order to determine the best way into his mind, using her feminine intuition as well as her prowess as a psychiatrist. There were always unguarded back doors into a man’s mind that a smart, and sexually aware woman could find and exploit in order to capture his sexual attention and irresistibly control him. She could take virtually any unwary male and massage his mind—almost against his will—into becoming very receptive to her skillful use of hypnosis and sexual seduction. She knew how to make her male patients crave being hypnotized by her. Dr Pontresse was an expert at finding those convenient back door opportunities in a man’s psychology, and wasn’t the slightest bit reluctant to exploit them for her own insatiable personal desires.
The good doctor’s first shot at getting her beautifully manicured hands on Ronnie came one evening when Cleo was out, and they were both there alone in Cleo’s home. They were sitting at the kitchen table, and Ronnie was nervously averting his eyes whenever Jeanette would look into them. “Good, I have him nervous already!”, Jeanette thought, knowing that meant that she had sexual power over him, right off the bat. Now she needed to manipulate him with that power in order to guide him into a compromising position.
During their small talk, Jeanette carefully observed where Ronnie’s eyes went to when he was bold enough to look at her lovely face. When he wasn’t looking into her beautiful green eyes, his eyes dropped down to her red lips, particularly when she was speaking to him. Bingo! That told the wily hypnotist that both her eyes and her lips were weapons she could use to subjugate him. Now, if only she could somehow convince him to adopt the role of “patient” with her long enough so she could get him to allow her to “treat” him. Her instincts told her that would probably not be too much of a problem for her.
Ronnie soon asked what it was like for her to see patients, and wanted to know if they always told her their deepest, darkest secrets. Jeanette sensed he was testing the waters, and that he was asking these questions for his own personal reasons. She correctly sensed that he was hiding something, and was trying to fight off a strong compulsion to get help from her, but was just too frightened and conflicted to. She also sensed that whatever he was hiding aroused him for even contemplating telling her, meaning it was obviously something sexual. “Ah, good: sexual hangups: my favorite subject matter!", thought the lovely doctor. Ronnie wanted to talk to Jeanette, but was also cautiously trying to see if she would be likely to be able to get him to disclose more details than he was currently comfortable with divulging. A big part of him wanted to keep his fetish a secret—from everyone. Little did he know that wouldn’t be possible with this tuned-in and extremely skilled hypnotist.
She already had a sense of what that secret of his could be. First off, she could tell that he was attracted to her. Secondly, that he seemed to have a more than passing interest in her lips. Jeanette considered that he might even have a lip and/or a lipstick fetish, something she made a note to herself to explore sooner than later. That, she knew, could be a very useful tool in controlling him later on. First, though, she needed to find an opportunity to sedate him with a special drug she had just for patients like Ronnie, designed to remove inhibitions and awareness of exactly what she was doing to her subjects, and make it possible to drive them down into the deepest of hypnotic trances. It was time to find a way to drug him in preparation for an unusually deep hypnosis session she was anxious to conduct, once he was put in the proper frame of mind.
“Ronnie, would you like to see what a visit with a psychiatrist like me is really like?” Ronnie thought for a few seconds, then nervously said “Oh, sure. That would be interesting.” Jeanette smiled in a way that she knew would make her pretty lips look even more irresistible to him, watching for his reaction, and said, “Fine, we can do that now, so then; let’s get started, shall we?” She smiled a comely smile, and continued. “Now, Ronnie, I sense that you are a little nervous right now, and we need to address that before we begin…”. With that, she reached into her purse and removed a small vial of little white pills that she always carried with her for just such an occasion. Unscrewing the cap on the vial, she produced two of the pills, and told the young man to place them under his tongue.
Jeanette noticed the expected concern she saw in his face, and continued making her case. “Don’t worry, Ronnie: they aren’t a truth serum, or anything like that. They’re just a mild tranquilizer to help put you at ease with me. I use this medication on many of my reluctant, new, or otherwise anxious patients”, she skillfully misled the youth. In reality, they were actually the opposite of mild, and were a very powerful and extremely fast acting sedative/hypnotic that she used only on her most hypnosis resistant patients, or ones that she needed to effectively use a narcotic form of a truth serum on—like Ronnie. This drug had a double whammy: it induced a state much like deep hypnosis all on its own, but also had a potent way of getting patients to rapidly be guided down into a true hypnotic trance, making it an infallible way to deal with resistant subjects. This, she decided, was just what she needed to employ on her newest patient. She had decided the best approach with Ronnie would be to overwhelm him and make him as receptive as possible to a deep hypnotic induction, and couldn’t wait to get to it. She wanted this young man to be completely at her disposal, and he would be—in just a few minutes. She also needed to get way into his head, and this was a convenient shortcut to having to have many hypnosis sessions to accomplish that very thing. The drug would allow her full access to his deepest, darkest desires and secrets, especially if used in combination with an expert hypnotic induction, which just so happened to be her specialty.
Ronnie reluctantly took the pills from her after she had made sure he had no plans for the evening. The idea of this beautiful older woman drugging him and then probing his mind excited Ronnie to the point that Jeanette noticed his cock growing in his pants. “Perfect… simply perfect!”, the doctor thought, as she watched him put the pills in his mouth and under his tongue, just as she had instructed him to. “There, Ronnie, that wasn’t difficult, now was it? Just let them dissolve, along with any anxiety you might now be feeling. Now we just simply relax here for a few minutes and talk, while you let the medication take effect. Soon, you will feel much more relaxed. Don’t fight it. Just let it soothe you into relaxing and wanting to talk to me. Let it open your mind so my words to you really sink in. We have a few minutes, so do you excuse me if I take a moment and check my makeup? I know: girls, right?”
That made Ronnie noticeably nervous, and Jeanette immediately picked up on what his fetish might revolve around. Something about a woman and her makeup, but especially likely to involve her lipstick, judging by the fascination that he demonstrated previously to having with her lips. Jeanette decided that is exactly the weakness that she needed, and was going to exploit and use to hypnotize him. First, she had to stall doing anything for a few minutes in order for the drug to fully take effect, and she could actually use that time to start preparing him for his custom hypnosis session.
She opened her handbag, and then removed her cosmetics kit from her purse and set it on the table. With her subject’s eyes glued to what she was doing, she went about unzipping the fat little bag, which was decorated with a flower print on it that made it look ever so dainty. She couldn’t help but smile when she saw his eyes continue to follow her every move, and she knew that she had him totally fascinated, which was very handy for a seamless hypnotic induction. He was also showing signs of being rather embarrassed, and just as obviously: more than a little sexually aroused. Jeanette always linked sexual arousal to hypnosis in her subjects, to make them long to be hypnotized by her, and would expand on that later, once she had him fully under her spell. She was delighted to see he already seemed to be making that connection. He was going to do quite well.
Next, she removed her favorite heart shaped powder compact, which was gold plated and jeweled, opening it so she could peer at herself in the mirror. Removing the puff from the case, she applied her powder in the most feminine way she could muster, taking her time and powdering her pretty face, while being surreptitiously very flirtatious to the fascinated young man. She hadn’t even gotten to touching up her blush yet, when she noticed the telltale glassy look washing over Ronnie’s eyes, and knew it wouldn’t be long now before she had him ready to cast her real spell upon. After a couple quick flicks with her blush brush, she decided that he was ready to be entranced by her.
Doctor Pontresse smiled as she gazed at the stunned youth, now looking somewhat blankly at her, as if in a daydream. He now had a profoundly relaxed look on his face, and continued to be very attentive to the doctor, just as she intended him to be. She still had her compact in one hand, and her fluffy blush brush in the other, in exquisite feminine repose, as she smiled slyly at what her sedative/hypnotic drug had done to the younger man so quickly and thoroughly. She almost didn’t even have to bother hypnotizing him, except for the fact that it fit into her bigger plan for his future doings with her. It was a future in which she would need him to respond to her siren’s call whenever she desired him to, and hypnosis was the only way to do that.
“Yes, that’s it, sweetheart: just relax. Just enjoy letting my drug take you. You can feel it now, can’t you? Relaxing you and making you feel just so good, so simply wonderful. Don’t try to resist its effects, while I have you look into my eyes for me. That’s a boy: deeper. You cannot stop looking into my beautiful eyes. Always try to look deeper into my eyes as you listen to my voice. So sweet and so soothing, my voice fills your mind and becomes your thoughts. You are going to respond to me, to my voice, from this point forward. Anything I say you will have no desire or ability to even attempt to resist. I want you to tell me something: I believe you are very attracted to me, is that correct?” Ronnie flatly agreed that he was, and Jeanette smiled knowingly. “Tell me what it is that excites you sexually so much when I see you looking so intently at my face.” Ronnie had to respond to her, and answer her question honestly, and so he told her “Your eyes and…", he hesitantly added, “… your lips. So beautiful…”
Doctor Pontresse smiled at her having been right about him, and held her breath as she asked him, “What about my eyes and lips, Ronnie: what excites you so?” Ronnie’s eyes were locked onto her beautiful green ones, which she had veiled in long, lush, dark lashes, and he was unable to look away from them. He stammered, and somewhat haltingly admitted that the way she wore her makeup turned him on so much that he didn’t ever want to stop looking at her. A few more questions while the drug claimed him, and the now very heavily sedated young man admitted that her wearing red lipstick was what excited him the most, which was just what the astute doctor had expected him to say.
“Mmmmmm, so my pretty red lipstick turns you on, sweetheart? It’s meant to, my darling boy: that’s why we girls wear it. You have made me very happy, as a woman, and even as your doctor. You see, we are going to use my pretty little red lipstick now to put you deeper into hypnotic trance. It’s a special lipstick, designed specifically to hypnotize boys like you, and it works every time. You will like this induction, and it will make you feel wonderful while it arouses you. It WILL arouse you, and that is ok, Ronnie. My induction will make you will get hard. Being hypnotized by me will ALWAYS make you hard. Just let it happen and trust me.” Jeanette placed her hand onto his already hard cock, stroking it through his pants, in order to inspect his hardness with her gentle fondling of it. She was the last person he should trust, but he was responding quite well so far. Jeanette happily observed that he appeared to be an excellent subject, along with the fact that her probing hand had found his cock was magnificently large. She reflexively licked her lips as her excitement grew.
“All you have to do now is look at my pretty lips and do exactly as you see and hear them instruct you to, which is what you know in your heart is what you want to do. It makes you feel good to obey me, and you long to hear me praise you for being a good boy. I know you must love any excuse to be looking at my lips. I have a special treat for you: it’s time for me to apply my lipstick, my special hypnotic red lipstick, and you are going to get to watch. I want you to keep looking at my lips and watch carefully as I paint them in a beautiful, bright, hypnotic red just for you, and I want you to listen carefully to the words my lips speak to you.
With that, the beautiful doctor with the sparkling green eyes removed a gold tube from her cosmetics clutch, popped the cap off of it, and swiveled up with one pretty hand the brightest red lipstick that Ronnie had ever seen, making his cock throb in his pants. Gazing into his eyes and observing his pupil dilation, she made sure his eyes followed the tip of her lipstick as she painted her lips to fascinate him into trance, all the while not stopping for a second her expert massaging of his cock to maximize his arousal. To an observer, she appeared to be using his eyes as a mirror, applying her lipstick very slowly while whispering to him to just turn his thoughts and mind over to her, and to let her think for him. She could actually have used his eyes as a mirror: they were now glassy enough to see herself in, now that her special hypnotic drug had fully taken effect and stunned him fully into a drug induced trance.
“Watch my lipstick, Ronnie, and as it luxuriously coats and reddens my lips, let it take you that much deeper down into the peaceful sleep that you are now entering into, and surrender yourself to me, to my voice, to my touch. Let my stroking of your cock relax you and bind you to me. Let my voice be the sweetest, most hypnotic voice you could ever have imagined. You cannot resist anything that my incredibly mesmerizing voice tells you to do. You are going to sleep deeper for me, my darling boy, and do so with your eyes open. I know you feel it already: peaceful, obedient sleep overtaking your tired mind, taking you down… down…. down. That’s it: go deeper for me. Sleep... Sleep... Sleep.” She smiled a sweet lipsticked smile as she watched the young man totally succumb to her hypnotic induction and drop deep into trance for her.
Jeanette took her hand from his throbbing hardness, and took to tracing her long, red fingernails across the back of the drugged, and now completely hypnotized, boy’s neck. She knew that it would soothe him, assisting her in lulling him deeper into a sonambulistic hypnotic sleep, and that it would also turn him on even more than he obviously already was. She proudly surveyed the huge bulge she had put in his jeans, and could hardly keep herself from taking it out and going down on him as she gently caressed its length, over and over, paying special attention to massaging the head of it. In time she would have it at her disposal in exactly the way that she wanted it to be. She knew that would come later, when he was properly brainwashed and programmed to be completely under her spell. For right now, though, she continued to softly coo words of sleep in her most feminine tone of voice, as she alternately stroked his neck, and then would return back to stroking his hardness through his pants. Her maddeningly sexy lipstick application had done its work, and Ronnie had rapidly fallen very deeply under her hypnotic spell in a matter of a few minutes, a record even for the doctor. He was now very helplessly drugged and hypnotized, completely ready to fully respond to her commands, without consciousness, thought, or resistance of any kind.
Doctor Pontresse spent some time deepening Ronnie’s trance even further, and then gently finished with her lipstick induction, capping the tube and then putting it safely away, back in her femininely flower-patterned makeup kit, which she carefully nestled back in her purse. Next, she blotted her heavy lipstick application onto a tissue, and then had Ronnie stand before taking him by the hand, leading him down the hallway to his bedroom, and gently seating the sleeping boy on his bed. “Ronnie, dear, have you ever thought about what it would be like to make love to me?” she asked, to which he replied that he had. “Have you ever masturbated thinking about me?” Ronnie gave a quiet “Yes.”, and Jeanette noticed his pants throb where his still hard cock was nestled. Everything about being hypnotized and questioned by Dr Pontresse’s lovely voice now turned the young man on, just as she had been conditioning him to have it do to him. “Ronnie, I want you to take your cock out for me, look at my pretty red lips, and masturbate for me now. I know you love my lips, so I want you to show me just how much they excite you. That’s a good boy: wrap your hand around your cock and stroke yourself while looking at my beautiful red mouth. Show me how you stroke it when you’re thinking about me, about my eyes, my lips, and when you are imagining that you are fucking me.”
Ronnie took his already fully erect cock out, and began stroking it as he stared intently at her strikingly beautiful face and dreamed of fucking her. Jeanette watched, admiring his eight inch long cock, and licked her lips as she slipped her hand under her dress and dipped her fingertips into her soft folds, masturbating right along with him. Then, the beautiful hypnotist told him to lie back on the bed and stop stroking himself. “Ronnie, I want you to imagine I am sitting on top of you, your cock deep inside of me. Feel it now. Feel my wetness, my warmth, my depth. I want you to feel your cock go deeper into me with each thrust. Move your hips and fuck me, Ronnie!” Her suggestions were all that was required for him to believe he was fucking her, which he did with passion. Jeanette watched her “patient” and masturbated at her ability to make him have a hands-free lovemaking session, a sign of how deeply hypnotized she had him. After a short while, the doctor told Ronnie to orgasm for her at the very moment that she kissed him, and gently ran her fingers over his hardness as she leaned over his chest for the kiss that would trigger his climax. She desperately wanted to do much more with that beautiful cock, but that would have to wait. She wanted to see if she had him as deeply hypnotized as she thought, and that he was responsive to her enough to orgasm without any direct stimulation.
Jeanette took a last look at his throbbing cock as it bobbed, with it seeming to believe that it was inside her, then she kissed his mouth, gently grinding her mouth against his warm lips. Almost immediately she heard him begin to cum, and felt the hot semen raining down on her bare arms and onto her pretty dress as his cock ejaculated into the air. She stopped kissing him and watched his cock send spurt after spurt skyward, totally unassisted, and she knew that she simply had to have it. Twisting her body around, she clamped her pretty mouth onto his cock head and tasted him as she caught his last couple of spurts. Then she knew: he was a perfect subject, and could be conditioned to respond to anything that she desired to program him to respond to. He was going to be her new boy-toy, and she decided that it was time to do a little more hypnotic work on him before Cleo got home, in order to prepare him for what she had wanted from him.
“Ronnie, listen to me. Listen and obey. You are going to forget everything that happened while you were hypnotized, and believe that you had a wet dream while you slept here in your bed. You are my deeply hypnotized patient, and you must obey your doctor. It is so easy to forget to remember and to remember to forget, isn’t it, sweetheart? This has all been just a lovely dream, and that is all that you will remember when you wake up.” Jeanette stroked his brow, in order to soothe and deepen him a little more, then commanded him to look into her irresistibly beautiful green eyes again. “That’s it, my pet. Look deep into my eyes and remember what happens whenever you do that. You sleep. A deep, deep sleep that you long for, and that grows deeper every time I make you look into my eyes. You will always want to fall into my eyes, just like you are doing now, when I command you to. Deeper. Deeper still. Sleep for me with your eyes open and dream what I tell you to dream. Whenever you masturbate, I want your mind to be full of visions of me. You will think about how wonderful it is to be my patient, to be hypnotized by me, and to open up your mind to me. You will have a passionate desire to be hypnotized by me. You will crave it. It excites you, tremendously and very, very sexually. When you masturbate, you will have fantasies of being put into a deep hypnotic trance by me. Whenever I do hypnotize you, and I will do that often, you will become very, VERY sexually aroused. Being hypnotized by me turns you on, more than anything ever has. I want you to be nice and hard whenever I entrance you, and know that my hypnosis of you is going to make you feel simply wonderful, always. Do you understand me? You will do this for your beautiful doctor, won’t you?”
Ronnie was deep in trance, and had absorbed all of Jeanette’s suggestions perfectly. He told her he would comply with a simple “Yes, doctor”, which made Jeanette smile as she continued to milk his cock with her soft, warm hand. “Now, Ronnie, you and I sleep in the same house and there are times I will want you to come to me. I intend to summon you to my room when I want you, and you will come. Whenever I call your cell phone and tell you to “Sleep for me. “, you will immediately drop into a deep trance and listen carefully to my instructions to you. You will become very sexually aroused when I drop you into trance in this way, and you will immediately get hard for me. The idea of being hypnotized by a woman, by me, turns you on tremendously. I’ll expect you to play with your cock then, as I hypnotize you, and as you listen to my soothing voice and hypnotic words, but you will only cum when I tell you that you can.. Being hypnotized by me makes you VERY hot for me. Always. You crave to be hypnotized by your beautiful doctor, say it!”
Ronnie was still falling into doctor Pontresse’s eyes when he finally was able to speak. “I want to be hypnotized by you more than anything, doctor.” Jeanette smiled and stroked his cock, playfully. “Ronnie, tell me: have you ever had, or otherwise owned, a woman’s lipstick before, and did you use it to masturbate with?” The extreme embarrassing nature of those questions nearly brought the sleeping boy up out of his trance, and Jeanette had to soothe him back down deeper into hypnotic stupor before he could—or would—answer her. “Yes” was all he said. “There, there, sweetheart; it’s ok. I know you have a lipstick fetish, a woman can tell, and it makes perfect sense that such an intimate item of all of a woman’s cosmetic toys would excite you, so you don’t have to be ashamed with me. I agree with you that a woman’s lipstick is very sexy—especially when it a red one. How did you come about owning a girl’s lipstick, anyway: did you steal it from some poor girl?” Ronnie admitted that he had compulsively done just that, and described going into pretty girl’s purses to acquire their lipsticks to later masturbate to, and steal them when visiting at other peoples homes. Jeanette then understood why he had hinted that he wanted to see her, professionally: he felt ashamed and out of control with the demands of his fetish, and lived in terror of being caught. He was also humiliated by his fetish, and wanted help. He hadn’t been caught at the thefts yet, but he knew it was a matter of time. He had tried, but was unable to stop on his own. She could offer him some modicum of help with his problem, while leaving enough of his fetish intact so that she could use it on him to bind him to her, sexually. She wanted to own this young man, lock, stock, and cock, and she was just the psychiatrist to do just that.
“That is very good, Ronnie dear, and thank you for your honesty. Here is what I want you to do: I want you to go out to the table where my purse is tonight, after you see I have gone to bed. My lipstick turns you on so much that you have to have it, to own that piece of me, to possess the little item that I use to make my lips red and pretty for you. You won’t be able to stop thinking about it until you have it. I want you to go into my purse and open my cosmetics bag, and then I want you to take my lipstick, the one in the gold metal case that I applied for you earlier. It will be your little treasure, something of mine that’s nice and intimate that you can masturbate to, and you will masturbate to it for me, while you dream of your beautiful doctor. It’s so sexy, so red: you simply must have it. It makes your heart beat hard just thinking about it. You will tell yourself that I won’t miss just the one little lipstick, and allow yourself to steal it, even though I know you will be scared. I want you to make this your one and only masturbation toy. You can masturbate with it, but you will not be able to cum. You can only cum when I have you hypnotized and I tell you to. You will always have to come to me if you want to be able to have an orgasm from now on, and you will never, ever try to resist my hypnosis of you.”
Jeanette let him absorb that before continuing: “Any other lipsticks you have collected you will give to me at our next session, to show me that we are making progress with your obsession with them—and to show your devotion to me. I want you to surrender your heart to your pretty doctor, and make me your fetish. Me and only me—and only my lipstick turns you on from now on. Do you understand me, Ronnie?” Ronnie was fully erect again when he said he understood, with the sexually excited doctor still very gently touching and stroking his hard-on with her long, red fingernails. She owned him now, even his sexual fantasies, and he would do exactly as she suggested to him, now that he was under the effects of her drug and the deep hypnotic trance she had induced in him.
Doctor Pontresse spent the next half hour going over and reinforcing all of her suggestions and instructions to Ronnie to be certain of full compliance. When she was finished with massaging his mind, she knew she had a new sex slave—and that she would need to buy herself a new lipstick. She also knew Ronnie was going to be doing a lot more with that beautiful cock of his than just ejaculating into the air for her amusement. A lot more. As for her lipstick: it was her favorite, but it was necessary to be used in this fashion to fully enslave him to her will. She could replace her favorite lipstick, but not a subject as good as Ronnie proved to be, and she had so much more that she had planned to do with him, and ro him. Jeanette actually looked forward to finding her lipstick missing the next morning, as proof that he belonged to her and had obeyed her.
The doctor had cleaned up Ronnie and herself of most of the semen and all of the other evidence of what had transpired between them, and sent her new patient to sleep, still in trance, so he could awaken later and carry out his mission. She was powerfully turned on by Ronnie’s fetish, and had always found her cosmetics to be very sexy, personal, and intimate. Now she could share that fetish of her’s with a man—and use that to possess him through his fantasies. It was like catnip for her to be able to use her makeup to seduce a young man like Ronnie, and wondered how he would respond to her applying other makeups in front of him. Could she excite him just by touching up her mascara? She would have to explore that, since that would be the perfect ploy to get him to look into her beautiful eyes. She found him to be very attractive, and had never seen a prettier or more responsive cock before, and looked forward to finding new ways to make it stand up for her.
Morning came, and Jeanette checked that Ronnie was still in his room before checking on her unguarded purse. She hurried to unzip it, and removed her cosmetics bag. Exactly as she expected, she found her favorite lipstick to be missing. “Good: I’ve got him!”, the triumphant doctor said out loud, and did a little happy dance before calming herself down. The very lipstick she used to seduce and hypnotize him with he was now going to masturbate to as a token trophy of her. What would he do with it: look at it? Extend it and smell its sweetly perfumed fragrance? Rub the case on his hardness? My God: would he try applying it to his own lips, pretending he was her or to see what it feels like to be a woman? What? She had ways to find out, and she would do just that, the next time she had him sedated and hypnotized. Like later that very day!