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My roommate, Tracy, couldn't believe that I had signed up for the research project.
"Behaviour modification through what?" she asked, with more than a little disbelief in her voice.
"Through intense hypno-therapy," I answered. "It's right in my field of study. I've read a lot about it."
"How the heck does that work?"
"I've agreed to participate in the project for six weeks during our summer break By reviewing my initial psychological profile, Dr. Porter will target some aspects of my personality and attempt to override the traits under hypnotic suggestion. The sessions will begin in the afternoon, and testing will continue through the evening hours."
"Doesn't it scare the hell out of you?"
"Nope," I replied nonchalantly, "I've read a lot of Dr. Porter's work. She's a real professional. Following each testing session, the hypnotic suggestion is removed. Don't worry, I'm in good hands."
Tracy shook her head in disbelief.
"I don't know, Natalie. Do you really want someone going into your head and mucking around with your personality?"
I had already thought this through. In truth, I hoped that my participation would land me a position with Dr. Porter for my post-graduate work. Tracy's concern was a little irrational, but well intended.
"We'll talk tomorrow, after my first session," I ended the conversation.
I had already completed the initial psychological testing, and had been among the 30 subjects selected from a screening of 150 applicants. There was no way I was backing out now.
True to my word, I didn't feel any anxiety when I arrived at the research site, in an old ivy covered section of the university. What I did feel was excitement about my one-on-one meeting with Dr. Beth Porter. Up until now, I had been dealing with her research assistants. I was led to a small office, and was told to expect Dr. Porter shortly.
I had barely sat down when she came in.
"You are ... Natalie Foulds," she read from the clip-board. I stood to shake her hand. It was strange, meeting someone I'd read so much about. I suppose I expected her to be a larger, more physical presence. In fact, she was a shade less than 5 feet tall, with a slight build. The way she wore her black hair so shortly cropped made her look like a tom-boy, and made her appear much younger than her 45 years.
"I've reviewed your testing, Natalie, and I'm excited about the opportunity to work with you," my heart swelled, she was taking a special interest in me. "Your results indicate, among other things, that you are an extremely dominant personality, very dominant indeed. This is the trait we'd like to override for our testing sessions."
She handed me a form.
"This is your consent form. As you've been told, we will place you under hypnotic suggestion each day, and then conduct some tests. We will only proceed with the tests if you sign the consent. Otherwise, you will be removed from the study."
I nodded. I read the consent form carefully and then signed.
"When do we start?" I asked.
"I appreciate your enthusiasm," Dr. Porter said. "We'll start right away."
I can't say I remember a lot about the hypnosis session. We began with some visualization and breathing exercises, but I don't remember much more. The next thing I remember is being in a small conference room with Dr. Porter and one of her assistants.
"The session went extremely well," explained Dr. Porter. "It took me several hours to lay the groundwork in your subconscious, but future sessions will take very little time. I'll leave you with my assistant, Alec, to begin testing. At the end of the evening, I'll come back, and remove the hypnotic suggestions."
Well, I didn't feel any different. I was a bit disappointed that Dr. Porter wouldn't stay around for the testing, but I suppose she had other test subjects to attend to. I turned my attention to Alec. He was a thin black guy around my own age. I have to say that I envied him for working on Dr. Porter's project.
"Stand up," he said.
I did, almost automatically. He stood, and walked around me. I turned to look at him.
"Stand still," he commanded.
I faced forward. This wasn't like me at all. Normally, I'd bite the head off of anyone who used that tone of voice with me. Instead, I just froze, and waited for him to circle me.
"On your knees," was his next command.
My pause was only momentary before I found myself obeying. What was he going to tell me to do next?
Alec, who now towered over me, made some notes on his clipboard.
"Crawl to the corner of the room," he said. I now realized that he was running through a set of instructions on his clipboard. He watched as I, despite the humiliation of the position, crawled on my hands and knees to the corner of the room. It was like I wasn't totally in control of my own actions. That is, I knew that it was my decision to obey, but I knew that my normal reaction would be much different.
There was something else that came along with the humiliation; arousal. As I crawled the distance, I could feel myself getting wet. When I reached the corner, I stopped. With no further command, I lowered my arms to the floor, leaving my ass sticking up lewdly.
'Why did I do that?' I asked myself silently. My god, Alec must think I'm a real slut. Nonetheless, my arousal increased.
We continued to go through the list: stand in the corner, sit, lay down, crawl over here, stand on the table. The tasks went on and on, and throughout it all, my pussy was telling me that I was enjoying it. At the end of the night, when Dr. Porter rejoined us, I was sure that she would be able to see the excited state I was in. My face went red in humiliation.
"It's time to remove the hypnotic suggestions," she told me. Alec left, and under Dr. Porter's command, I was soon falling back into a trance. When I awoke, she was no longer in the room. I gathered up my things, and left.
When I got back to my apartment, I went straight to my room. I was having second thoughts. The feelings I had experienced under hypnosis were unexpected, a bit scary, but also exciting. I fell into a fitful sleep.
The ring of the phone awoke me in the morning.
"Nat, it's for you," called Tracy from her room.
I groped for the phone beside my bed.
"Hello, Natalie, it's Beth Porter." I sat up in my bed.
"I think we need to have a meeting about the project. Can you come down to the office?"
"Of course. I can be there in," I scanned for my watch on the night stand, "in about a half hour."
"That'll be fine. See you then."
I couldn't believe it. Beth Porter was definitely taking an interest in me. I was elated. I left without breakfast, and got to her office as quickly as I could.
My elation didn't last long.
"I think we have to consider removing you from the program." Her words twisted into me like a knife.
"This is a delicate subject, Natalie. Alec's observations indicate that the hypnotherapy had an unexpected effect on you. He told me that you seemed sexually aroused."
My embarrassment must have been apparent.
"Don't worry, Natalie. This isn't your fault. It's actually quite interesting, from a clinical point of view. As a matter of research, I truly wish that we could continue with the testing and see where this leads. However, my money comes from the university, and I have to steer away from anything the university would consider inappropriate."
"Please," I begged, "I want to continue."
"I'm sorry, but I can't jeopardize my research."
"Then let me do it alone," I blurted out. Their psychological testing sure had me pegged. When I set my mind on something, I was aggressive as hell.
"I don't see how I could..." the professor started, before I cut her off.
"I just graduated with a degree in psychology. I've read all of your work. I'm sure I could conduct the study. I would, of course, give you full access to my notes."
She smiled at me from across the desk, and shook her head.
"I can see that you are determined, and I have no real desire to stop you. What I need you to do, though, is sign an acknowledgment stating that you are no longer a part of my research. If you want to continue on your own, I won't stand in your way, but my own participation would have to be minimal."
"Just plant the suggestions, and I'll do the rest. In six weeks, I'll come back and have the suggestions removed. I'll give you a piece of research you can be proud of."
This was just the chance I needed. Maybe I let my enthusiasm get the best of me, but if I could impress Beth Porter with my research skills, she would HAVE to accept me into her post-graduate studies program.
I gladly signed the acknowledgment form, my head filled with plans on how to document my time under hypnosis.
"I hope you know what you're doing," she warned me, one last time.
The next thing I knew, I was on my way out of her office. I didn't feel any different, but that was true of the previous night's session as well. Tracy was waiting for me when I got home.
"How did it go?"
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