More questions.

I gave a series of sleepy, confused blinks as I re-entered the waking world.

“How do you feel?” Ashley asked, pulling my gaze to her once more. If there was anything unpleasant about being under fake-hypnosis, it was that I was unable to marvel at her sexy attire for so long.

“Um, I f-feel the same, I guess. A little foggy, still, I guess?” I rubbed my eyes and shifted in my seat, trying to find a position where my erection was only slightly noticeable. “I really, uh, went to sleep. I m-mean, of course I did, but I, uh, I don’t know. Was everything, um, good?”

Ashley smiled, “Everything worked perfectly. There were no problems, and if you’re feeling alright, we can put you under again later. First, though, I want to ask you some questions.” Ashley twirled her pen before bringing it to her clipboard. “Now, some of these questions may seem embarrassing or personal, but I want you to be honest,” For her next line, Ashley made a point to look directly into my eyes with an intense, pointed glare, “It will feel good to be honest with me.”

I could recognize the extremely pointed cue, but made a mental note to watch out for any similar language in the future. After all, my brief hypnotism had taught me that Dr. Ashley makes me feel good, and I wanted to feel good, didn’t I? My cock, hard and unsatisfied, certainly wanted that. “I’ll try, doctor.”

“I’m glad,” Ashley spoke, before holding up her clipboard, “Let’s start simply. When was the last time you had sex?”

“Um,” I gulped, trying not to think about the feeling of Ashley’s hand on my cock, “It’s been, uh, a few years since my g-girlfriend, um, left. And I haven’t seen anyone since.”

Ashley scribbled this information down. “I see. No casual lovers, one night stands, or anything like that?”

“N-no, doctor.” I tried to look a bit embarrassed and sad.

“I see. You still experience arousal and have sexual fantasies, though, right?”

I nodded, “Yes, of course.”

“Of course,” She echoed, scribbling away, “And what sort of fantasies do you have?”

“N-normal ones, I guess.” I look down at my feet, emulating as much embarrassment as I can.

“Be honest with me,” She says, tapping her pen loudly against the clipboard. As I look up towards the noise, she stares into my eyes with such intensity and power that I find it impossible to turn away. “Do you fantasize about women you know?”

“Yes, doctor.”

“And do you masturbate while doing so?”

“Yes, doctor.”

“Are you sexually attracted to me?”

A pause. “Yes, doctor.”

“Good. It feels good to be honest, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, doctor.”

“Very good.” She finished scribbling a few last notes, then set aside the clipboard and pen. “I think I have a good idea of where to go from here.”

I nodded, trying not to mask my excitement with nervousness. “Uh, okay. W-whatever you think is best, doctor.”

“Of course,” She said, her voice clear and commanding, “Now, follow my instructions very carefully…”