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I Can Help You With That

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Chapter 1: The Road to Hell Is Paved With Good Intentions

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1: The Road to Hell Is Paved With Good Intentions - When Ben's younger sister Isabella hurts her foot during gymnastics practice their mother asks Ben, a hypnotherapist, to help her with hypnosis for the pain. Ben hypnotizes his little sister and discovers that he is drawn to her

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Fa/Fa   Consensual   Hypnosis   Mind Control   NonConsensual   Slavery   BiSexual   Heterosexual   Fiction   Brother   Sister   Masturbation   Oral Sex   Sex Toys  

“Okay, how is this going to happen Ben? Do you have to use one of those tick-tock metronome thingees, or one of those swirlee spiral thingees, or a cheesy gold pocket watch, or even one of those cool penlights, and wave it all around in front of me?” My younger sister Izzy, short for Isabella, asked rolling her pretty blue eyes, and looking around the room, my office, suspiciously.

I had gone to a lot of trouble to plan and setup my office space just right. My office, 15 feet wide, by 20 feet deep, gave me 300 square feet of working area, with a 12 feet high ceiling. It is setup with a 75”, executive desk, and my chair, is a La-Z-Boy ergonomic leather executive chair, you could think of it as a rolling thrown actually. Behind the desk and chair are book cases with mostly psychology and psychiatry text books.Then against the far wall is a 89” modern multifunctional triple sofa bed couch with wood panel support. It can become a recliner, or even a full length bed at the push of a button. The sofa design features deep plush enticing seats and soft cushions, allowing you to relax after a long workday, or in my cas it allows my patients ... clients ... to relax. To my right is two full size picture windows with roller shades to darken the room at the push of a button. The same goes for the room’s lighting.

For the patient ... client ... I chose two RecPro Charles 28” RV Euro recliner chairs. Yes, I found out there was modern RV (Recreational Vehicle) furniture designs out there that fitted my office needs perfectly. It’s overall dimensions: 27”W x 40”H x 34”D, weight: 50 pounds. 1st Recline Length: 48”. 2nd Recline Length: 57”, frame width: 27”, base diameter: 25 1/2”. At the touch of a button it went from a chair, to a laid back reclining chair with foot rest, and next to a fill bed. I really didn’t want my client rolling around the office, ha, ha, ha. At the moment, Izzy, my younger sister, was sitting before my desk in the RV chair.

“No, no, nothing like that Sis. Usually I use this.” I laughed, and took out the large square cut deep red lab grown synthetic ruby from my coat pocket, and handed it to her. The large ruby was in a 1 Inch 10K yellow gold diamond 3D pendant charm. The ruby was surrounded by the smaller white diamonds and sparkled beautifully in any light. The lab created synthetic corundum square princess cut gemstone was 1 inch square, and a little over 1,000 carats.

Lab grown ruby (corundum) runs about a $1 a carat. The one I had was flawed so they had used a laser to drill a hole in the center and created an inclusion that resembled a tiny flying dragon. It was on a long gold men’s, 3 mm, 24 in., curb chain necklace.

I had won it in a poker game in Las Vegas several years ago, from a Saudi oil sheik, that called it his lucky charm. He put it up against my fancy bull riding rodeo buckle and belt I won back there in high school at the rodeo. He first tried to buy it, and when that didn’t work he made it part of the table stakes. It wasn’t so lucky for him that night, my three queens and the pair of eights showing on the table, beat his three jacks and the same showing pair of eights.

“Humm pretty.” Izzy said, as she examined the ruby pendant charm.

“I like to use something that catches a person’s attention and holds it there Sis. So, I use that.” I told her.

“It’s not real, right? It’s plastic?” She questioned, as she scratched it with a long red fingernail.

“Of course it’s a real ruby, Sis, sure it’s a man-made synthetic ruby, not a natural ruby, but certainly not cheap plastic Sis, but the most important thing is that it’s bright and shiny, and it will get and hold your attention, Sis.” I explained to her.

“So, you use this, and then what? Do you swing this around in front of me, or something?” With that my sister leaned forward and handed the charm back, and for a moment her scent of rose, and jasmine floated around me, teasing my nose and bring back fond memories. Both Mom and Sis wear Chanel Nº5 as their signature scent, and I think I will always associate the scent of Chanel Nº5 with Mom. My earliest primal memories seem to be of Mom’s smell as she breastfed me, and now my little sister smelled a lot like Mom.

Chanel Nº5 was created way back in 1929, by French-Russian perfumer Ernest Beaux, who had been the perfumer to the Russian Tsars. He was connected to Coco Chanel via the Grand Duke Dmitri Pavlovich of Russia, a friend and one time romantic interest of Coco Chanel’s. Coco selected the fragrance out of his portfolio of existing scents. On selecting a name, she stated, “I always launch my collection on the 5th day of the 5th months, so the number 5 seems to bring me luck ... therefore, I will name it ‘Nº 5.” Originally a gift for close friends and special customers, it was put into production after they begged for more. Primarily floral, it has notes of rose, jasmine and citrus, with hints of vanilla. It is what’s considered an “unstable” fragrance, In that it smells a little different on every person who wears it. One particular famous fan was Marilyn Monroe, who, when asked what she wore to bed at night, responded, “Five drops of Chanel Nº5”.

At the same time I also found myself unintentionally looking directly down at her partially exposed breasts. Yes, little sister is on both the gymnastics team, and on the cheerleading squad, at college right now, and her large breasts are very ... very ... well, prominent ... very noticeable ... in her tight formfitting uniforms. At the moment she was in her cute cheerleader uniform which consists of a short pleated red and white skirt, and tight yellow scoop neck sweater, with Tigers written across the front and back. The sweater was cut low enough in front that her large breasts in her tight pushup bra shifted forward slightly when she leaned forward, and were displayed nicely.

For the record here, my little sister herself hates her large breasts, she actually refers to them demeaningly as: boobs, boobies, knockers, tits, jugs, and has some other colorful derogatory names for them. Mom started baby sister off in gymnastics at 3 years old, that was long before she sprouted breasts. Sis now is always complaining about them. First, she says they throw off her balance ... her center of gravity. Second, she says that she has difficulty finding suitable clothing. Well, finding bras that fit properly, are comfortable, and offers adequate support anyway. The third reason, and the most important reason for her anyway, is back, neck, and shoulder pain. The weight of her large breasts has lead to chronic pain in those areas due to the extra weight, and also the way they affect her musculoskeletal system when she exercises.

If that’s not bad enough, the fourth reason is, skin irritations, and infections. Yes, the area under the breasts is prone to excessive friction, and sweating during her exercise routines, this can lead to skin irritation, rashes, and even serious infections, if not cared for properly. Fifth is, breathing problems. Yes, the weight of large breasts along with the compression of the tight bra can actually compress the chest, making it difficult to breathe, especially during physical exertion. And the sixth reason, is their psychological impact on Sis herself. Large breasts can lead to self-consciousness, reduced self-esteem, and body image issues, impacting mental health.

These complaints, according to my little sister, highlight the need for women with large breasts to consider options like breast reduction surgery to alleviate the discomfort, and improve their quality of life. And yes, little sister had begged and pleaded with Mom and Dad for breast reduction surgery for years as she was growing up. Mom, who had large breasts just kept telling her she would get used to them. This just made little sister sulk all week.

Hey, I know that men are supposed to be of the opinion that bigger is better, but the 2018 Plastic Surgery Statistics Report from the American Society of Plastic Surgeons notes that breast augmentation has been the top-ranking cosmetic procedure in the USA since 2006. For 2018, a total of 313,000 procedures were recorded, up 4 percent over 2017. Note, however, that cosmetic breast modification can also involve reduction. In both 2017 and 2018, approximately 43,600 reductions for aesthetic reasons were recorded. But augmentations, breast implants, were seven times more common.

Any preferences may be largely, or exclusively, culturally driven, perhaps reflecting particular notions of female beauty peddled by Western media. But overall, women requesting augmentation are seemingly motivated primarily by their own feelings about their breasts. Direct, or indirect, external influences, such as expectations of romantic partners, or socio-cultural representations of beauty, were less important if you would believe the studies.

“All you have to do is relax and follow my instructions Izzy. Don’t worry, Sis, I know what I’m doing, I’m a trained hypnotherapist. You’re in safe hands.” I told her with confidence, and yes, I knew exactly what I was doing I thought at the time. After all I was a trained professional.

“I know, Ben, but it’s just that some of those TV shows, even Charlie’s Angels, believe it or not, and those other horror movies about hypnosis, Vampires, and some of that other stuff ... it’s kind of scary Ben.” She sighed dramatically which made her breasts sort of wobble in her tight pushup bra under the thin white T-shirt she was wearing. It didn’t help that it was skintight, and had the slogan: “BOOBS, proof that men can focus on two things at once.”, written across the front of it in big black letters.

Look the honest truth is I have had a crush on Izzy like forever. At 12 she sprouted breasts, and they just kept right on growing. Sis is 5 foot 6, maybe 7, weights about 115, and is always on some new diet recently. When she was younger she never worried about what, or how much she ate, but now at 19 she thinks she’s getting fat. She has become sort of neurotic about her breasts and weight gain.

Izzy is the spitting image of Jayne Mansfield right down to the long wavy platinum blond hair, and yes, it is rare, only 1-2% of the world’s population has naturally blonde hair, and of that small percentage, only a few have natural platinum blond hair. Newspapers back in the 1950s routinely published Mansfield’s body measurements, which once led evangelist Billy Graham to exclaim from the pulpit, “This country knows more about Jayne Mansfield’s statistics than the Second Commandment.”

Jayne proclaimed a 41-inch bust line and a 22-inch waist when she made her Broadway debut in 1955, though some scholars dispute those figures. She was known as “the Cleavage Queen”, and “the Queen of Sex and Bosom”. It was said that her breasts fluctuated in size from her pregnancies, and nursing her five children. Her smallest bust measurement was 40-D, which was constant throughout the 1950s, and her largest was 46-DD, measured by the press in 1967. According to Playboy, her vital statistics were 40D-21-36 on her 5 ft 6 in frame.

It has been claimed that her bosom was a major force behind the development of 1950s brassieres. These included the whirlpool bra, cuties, the shutter bra, the action bra, latex pads (falsies), cleavage-revealing designs, and uplifted outlines. R. L. Rutsky and Bill Osgerby have said that Mansfield, Monroe, and Brigitte Bardot popularized the bikini, drawing on the Freudian concept of fetishism, British science-fiction writer, and socio-cultural commentator, J. G. Ballard said, that Mae West’s, Mansfield’s, and Monroe’s breasts “loomed across the horizon of popular consciousness”.

Of course, as the 1960s approached, the anatomy that had once made them Hollywood stars, was made into jokes by Hollywood itself. In an all out media push they tried to change the Americium male’s thinking. Yes, they tried to convince ... brainwash ... the American male that the ideal female body shape was the slim waif-like, boyish, no boobs, or butt, features of supermodel Twiggy, actress Audrey Hepburn, and others like TV’s Charlie’s Angels, actresses, Kate Jackson, Farrah Fawcett, and Jaclyn Smith. Flat cheated was suddenly in.

I think the figures in plastic surgery today prove the attempted brainwashing failed miserably. Approximately 7.2 million women in the US have received breast implants. Though there were approximately 43,600 reductions, there were 7 times as many enlargements. The point being, women know men like large breasts.

Izzy has also developed that breathy voice that Jayne Mansfield, Marilyn Monroe, Diana Dors, and other Hollywood sex-symbols developed. The breathy voice associated with Marilyn Monroe and Jayne Mansfield was a result of their unique vocal techniques developed during their early careers. Marilyn Monroe developed her distinctive breathy voice as a coping mechanism for her early childhood stutter and lisp, which she worked with a speech therapist to improve. The technique she developed allowed her to speak more clearly and fluently, contributing to her iconic status as a sex-symbol.

Jayne, on the other hand, felt that she was “completely different” from Monroe, and did not see herself as a clone of Marilyn. By the way, Marilyn Monroe, 5’5 1/2”, 120 pounds, had measurements that fluctuated wildly too: 35-39 inch bust, 22-24 inch waist, and 34-36 inch hips, bra size 36D. Whatever, Izzy developed the same style of speaking that all us boys around her thought was super sexy, but irritated little sister no end.

“What about hypnosis is scary, Sis?” I questioned her somewhat interested in what she knew, or thought she knew, about hypnosis.

“You know, like in those magic shows, and stuff like that. Like you can hypnotize me, and make me do anything you want me to do when I’m hypnotized, and under your power.” She told me, and blushed cutely. Well, everything is cute about Izzy, Isabella, my younger sister. Izzy is 19 now, enrolled at UCLA university, and besides the cheerleading, and gymnastics, she’s into Family and Behavioral Science in college. She’s even into something called Kinesiology as a major for her degree that can lead to being a counselor or social worker.

Kinesiology is the scientific study of human body movement, encompassing physiological, anatomical, biomechanical, and neuropsychological principles. It focuses on how physical activity and sport affect our quality of life and health. Kinesiologists use their expertise to help individuals recover mobility and improve their lives through exercise. Additionally, kinesiology can involve holistic therapies, such as muscle testing, to assess and enhance health. The field has direct applications in fitness, rehabilitation, and disease prevention.

“Well, yes, and no, Sis. The important thing is I can’t make you do anything you don’t want to do. Nothing against your will. The most important part here is trust. You trust me, don’t you, Sis?” I explained, and made sure she understood the fundamentals of hypnosis and trusted me.

“Well ... sometimes Big Brother.” She hedged, and I started to say something else, but she laughed at that moment and added.

“I’m kidding, I’m just kidding, Big Brother, Ben. I trust you ... most of the time, okay? Just don’t make me do any of the weird stuff I hate if you actually manage to hypnotize me.” She begged me, and I nodded that I wouldn’t.

“Like helping around the house?” I asked her innocently.

“I don’t want to hear it.” She held up both her hands in warning. That was unfair, and a mistake, and I knew it when I had said it. Doing chores around the house was a touchy subject for both of us. I had to do everything except her laundry. Izzy, being the youngest child and all, refused to do the chores because she hates them. No amount of argument between us could change her mind on that I knew from past experience.

“Fine, let’s talk about why you want this hypnosis session, Sis.” I said, getting back to business, and my spoiled little sister toyed with a strand of her long blond hair and refused to make eye contact with me.

“Well, you know all about it already Big Brother. I have just been gaining a bit of weight, and you know that can’t happen with my gymnastics program.” She explained, and I nodded back. Yes, as a gymnast Izzy had to meet strict weight requirements. Yes, she had gained a pound, or two, recently, but no sane person would ever accuse my little sister of being overweight, or even remotely close to it. My little sister still had her thin, curvy body, from when she was a high school cheerleader, all thanks to her younger years of ballet, gymnastics, and more recently from her exercise in the gym.

So, yes, I understood why she had approached me with the idea of hypnotherapy to keep her chocolate craving in check, and to make sure she would never be in danger of losing her place on the college gymnastics team, or her place on the cheerleading squad. But, that wasn’t the real reason that she had finally come to see me about the hypnotherapy. Six months ago Izzy had suffered a bad landing in her bar routine dismount. As a result she had suffered a bad ankle injury, and a foot stress fracture, along with a partially torn Achilles tendon.

Ankle injuries are common in women’s gymnastics, making up nearly one-third of all lower-body injuries in some studies. They happen because the gymnasts land with extreme force... 8 to 14 times their body weight ... multiple times in every practice and routine. The ankle takes the brunt of that load in just a fraction of a second. Typically, they land barefooted, or in thin slippers, which offer little support. And since the sport rewards “stuck” landings (no steps, or hops), gymnasts often try to freeze their landings, which puts even more stress on the ankle joint. Even a slight inward roll of the foot can overstretch, and/or tear ligaments. Over time, repeated small sprains, call then micro strains, can add up and lead to chronic ankle instability. or even more serious catastrophic injuries like bad stress fractures, or joint cartilage damage, even badly torn ligaments.

If that wasn’t bad enough, she had also suffered a torn Achilles tendon too. Gymnasts have the highest rate of Achilles ruptures of any NCAA sport ... even more than basketball or soccer. Most tears occur during powerful takeoffs on floor routines. At that moment, the Achilles is rapidly loaded with force ... up to 12 times body weight ... in milliseconds. If it can’t withstand the load, it may rupture. Today’s spring floors help gymnasts jump higher, but they also create stiffer landings and more pressure on the lower leg, especially early in the season when the tendon isn’t yet adapted to full routines. Small tendon damage can build up unnoticed over time until it becomes almost catastrophic damage, which is what had happened to poor Izzy.

Izzy tried to avoid surgery, so the doctors immobilized her injured foot and ankle. They placed the foot, ankle, and calf, in a walking cast, with the ankle flexed downward so that the Achilles tendon could heal right. The doctors actually recommended surgical repair of her partially torn Achilles tendon because she was young and active. During surgery, a surgeon stitches the two ends of the torn tendon back together. After the surgery, you’ll still need a cast on your lower leg to immobilize the tendon while it heals.

Either way you will still need physical therapy to regain full strength and mobility in your Achilles tendon, whether or not you have surgery. Most Achilles tendon ruptures fully heal within four to six months. Having surgery to repair a torn Achilles tendon is usually the best option for younger, active people. After surgical repair, you can regain your Achilles tendon’s full strength and function.

Izzy suffered small tendon damage to her right Achilles tendon, and stress fractures to the bones of her foot. Now the cast was off and she was going through rehab, and the pain was too much for her it seemed. All her doctors assured her that the original injuries were completely healed, but she was still suffering pain, and would not take the pain medication the doctors prescribed. This was because she had seen too many of her fellow gymnast become hooked on those same pain medications which show up as disqualifies on the mandatory drug test all athletes undergo today. Finally, Mom, when Izzy wouldn’t take the medication, asked me if I could help her with the pain.

I’m 29, ten years older than Izzy. Mom and Dad had gone through a long nasty trial separation, and divorce, before they finally got back together, and decided to have Isabella 9 years latter. Their marriage is still a little rocky even today. I had been sent off to private boarding schools early on. I live at home now and am on a med track in college, now. While I was taking the Psychology courses I became interested in counseling, and since I was already into the martial arts, yoga, and meditation, I naturally got interested in hypnosis ... hypnotherapy anyway. I have a pretty good counseling practice going now, and yes, I get referrals from the city, county, and the state for counseling, now. The courts require the couple to go through counseling before they grant a divorce now, especially when children are involved. The drug courts also require counseling for first time offenders.

I had never used hypnosis to manage pain before, most of my hypnosis was used to rid clients of bad habits: smoking, drug addiction, even weight gain, and dieting. Yes, I knew that hypnosis was being used a lot for pain management in cancer therapy, but I had never tried it myself because frankly I never had a client that needed it before. The books said, hypnosis involves entering a state of focused attention and heightened suggestibility, allowing individuals to become more open to positive suggestions for pain relief. In this relaxed state, the mind can be conditioned to respond differently to pain sensations.

Hypnotherapy can help manage both acute and chronic pain by: 1. Altering Pain Perception: Hypnosis can change how pain is perceived, making it feel less intense, or distressing. 2. Creating Natural Anesthesia: It can induce a state of relaxation that mimics the effects of anesthesia, which can be particularly useful during medical procedures. 3. Reducing Anxiety: By addressing the fear, and anxiety related to pain, hypnosis can help individuals feel calmer, and more in control. After some more research I thought I was ready for Izzy.

“Okay, Sis, like I told you before, I’m sure hypnotherapy can help with this issue, and though I haven’t helped anyone with problems like yours. Actually, cravings, and bad habits, are the number one reason people come to me, after they have tried, and failed, with all the conventional methods. But, I’m sure I can help if you just trust me Sis.” I told her, and Izzy nodded.

“Okay, Izzy, are you ready?” I asked, to move things along.

“Nope.” She said it like a joke, but I could tell she only half meant it.

“First and foremost, I want you to be as relaxed as possible. Do me a favor and take a few deep breaths. Do a slow and relaxed four second inhale, and hold it ... one thousand 1 ... one thousand 2 ... one thousand 3 ... one thousand 4. Then a slow relaxed four second exhale ... one thousand 1 ... one thousand 2 ... one thousand 3 ... one thousand 4. Then another slow relaxed inhale, and hold it ... one thousand 1 ... one thousand 2 ... one thousand 3 ... one thousand 4. Then ... Do them ten times. I’ll perform them along with you.” And we did, and I could see by then my little sister was relaxing as we went through the relaxation exercise. She was no longer fidgeting with her hands and fingers as much now, and her shoulders were not as stiff as when she entered my office.

“Good,” I told her, when we were done with the exercise.

“Now, we are going to go through some more relaxation exercises.” I explained to her. Look it is crucial to the process that she was as relaxed as possible. We did some shoulder rolls, stretches, and a bunch more little things. Five minutes went by before I was finally satisfied. At that point I picked up the ruby, and Izzy stiffened a little bit when I held it up before her eyes on a short bit of it’s chain. I expected that reaction, so I kept my voice as comforting as possible.

“It’s fine, Izzy. Everything is fine. Just do as I say, follow my instructions, okay?” I tried to calm her back down as I rolled my chair out from behind my desk and in front of her.

“Okay.” She said, and relaxed again.

“Just look at the ruby, Izzy. Relax and stare into it. Stare deeply into it, Sis.” I directed her while swinging the ruby in front of her eyes.

“Okay, Ben, I’m looking.” She shot back still somewhat anxious.

“Good. I want you to focus deep deep down into the ruby, Sis. Concentrate on all the edges of the ruby, stare into all the light reflecting from it. Be mindful of the ruby’s color, see how red it is, how beautiful it looks.” I directed her.

“Yes, I’m looking deep Ben.” She answered back.

“Good Girl, Izzy, whenever I say “Good Girl” you will feel good all over knowing you have done something just right and can be proud of yourself Izzy.” I told my hypnotized little sister. With that the “Good Girl” became an instant reward.

“If you look deeper into the center you will be able to see a tiny flying dragon they tell me Izzy.” I directed her.

After I said the lines that I had rehearsed hundreds of times, I clicked my tongue and used my free hand to tap lightly on her left shoulder. A lot of clients are caught off-guard and disturbed by the brief physical contact, or the click sound I made, but my sister’s concentration on the ruby was so intense she didn’t seem to notice. Her eyes were literally glued to the ruby. That surprised me a little as I continued on.

“You’re doing good, Izzy. Good Girl, Izzy, keep focusing on the sound of my voice, and the ruby. Notice how beautiful it looks? Can you see the dragon in it’s depths yet, Izzy?” I directed her, and then asked.

“So beautiful ... Yes, Ben, I can almost see the dragon in the ruby’s depths Ben.” She answered back. Her words were low in an emotionless monotone. I should be used to the tone of voice by now, but I admit it was a bit off-putting coming from my sister. She was going under extremely quickly which was a good sign, since that meant Izzy was a very good hypnotic subject. In fact, out of the few hundred or so people I have put into a trance, she was the quickest to go under so far. With that I took a moment to compose myself before continuing.

“Good Girl. You’re doing beautiful, Izzy.” I told her.

“Beautiful... “ She mumbled out at that, and I noticed that her usually sparkling beautiful emerald green eyes were glazed over, and her gaze was still concentrated on the ruby in my hand. I almost jolted out of my seat when I felt the sudden pressure of my aroused cock pushing to be free in my suddenly too tight pants.

No, damn it, this can’t be happening I told myself. Out of all the weird inconvenient boners I have ever gotten, this had to be by far the most inappropriate ever. It was made even worse by the fact that I have never had a full hard on while putting someone into a trance before, and yes, I have several attractive women as clients. Of course, it would have to be when I was putting my own younger sister under.

Great! Just great! With that realization I tried to focus all my attention on the task at hand, but it was getting incredibly difficult to focus with my hard throbbing cock trapped in my now too tight jockey shorts and pants. I tried to inconspicuously adjust myself in my seat, and used all my willpower to focus on my job.

“Now, as you stare at the ruby, I want you to imagine a door right in front of you. Do you see it?” I clicked my tongue, and tapped her left shoulder again, as I continued, but my voice was a little shaky. With the click, and light touch, her whole body went a little more slack in her seat. Holy shit, she was responding to the hypnosis better than any other client I ever had I noted.

“Yes... “ Her voice was barely audible now, and her straining eyes were producing large tears that were running down her cheeks and face now streaking her makeup.

“Good Girl.” I said, as I took another shaky breath and continued the induction.

“Yessss ... Good Girl.” She answered back for some reason, and actually quivered in her seat when she repeated “Good Girl”. At that moment I decided to use “Good Girl” as a reward and reinforced it.

“Izzy, from now on when I say “Good Girl” you will get a mild thrill throughout your entire body. You will know you have done something extremely well, and have been rewarded. Do you understand Izzy? I instructed her and asked if she understood.

“Yes, Good Girl..., reward.” She answered back again.

“Good Girl.” I told her again, and she shivered again this time I noticed.

“The door in front of you has a big number 1 on it. You will say 1 and open the door, Izzy. Have you opened the door Izzy?” I asked.

“1, Yes... “ Her voice was barely audible now.

“OK Izzy. You will now see a flight of stairs in front of you, ten steps going down. You need to go down the stairs, counting every step out loud. Do you understand Izzy?” I instructed her, and then questioned her.

 
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