The Chronicle's of Laura - Marie - part 2

Second Session

Laura's sat at her desk ignoring the range of hypnotic objects, she had on display. She pressed a button on a console and a few moments later a series of gaseous lights lit up on a mirrored object fastened to the wall behind her. They had worked well on the last visit, and she doubted they would fail her today. The lights slowly formed and dissipated randomly, there was nothing for the mind to latch on to and analyze. Yet. That would start once the subject was settled comfortably and the interview was underway.

Laura set the dials on her keypad and pre-programmed the sequences, aware of what would be running during the conversation. Certain elements would run on a loop, and other sequences would be activated by control words she issued in the guise of normal conversation.

The receptionist led the father and his 18-year-old daughter into the room.

“Oh, Isobel if you wouldn’t mind waiting in reception, I will see you shortly.”

As the receptionist led her out Isobel couldn’t help but stare at the olive-skinned beauty and Laura was pleased that the dark-haired girl, had lost the black goth dress, and some of the makeup, now choosing to wear a white blouse with black jeans and boots. They had been sending emails back and forth, with Laura slowly advising the young girl on different items of clothing she should be wearing.

Laura welcomed the father and sat behind her desk activating the light sequence as she sat down.

“Hello Mr Mclaughlin, may I call you Ted, thank you for coming to see me. As I mentioned in your previous visit, I feel that attending on your own may let Isobel accept that it is not the case of the two of you against her, but rather that you both wish for what is right for her.”

The therapist walked around to the other side of the desk and sat, having previously undone an extra two buttons of her cream blouse which now showed a generous view of tit. There was no way she would have done that with his wife present, but she took the view that a straight guy would not object.

“There are many men who accept girls loving girls, just not their daughters and I can understand your revulsion at your daughter’s sexual inclinations. They are happy to watch other girls holding, kissing, and caressing each other whilst wearing leather, satin, or lace, many are happy to fantasize about their wife tied down on their desk, making love as another woman takes them with a sex toy. I understand and respect that you don’t allow these thoughts and images to pervade your mind. “

Laura spoke slowly allowing him to create the images in his head, knowing that behind her the lights were moving, at this stage too slow to identify as female just creating a gentle hypnotic sensation.

“I am sure most fathers would be disgusted to think of their princess in her bedroom laying on her bed with another girl being slowly undressed and caressed, all the time her thinking 'I hope daddy doesn’t catch me', as the other young girl kisses down her body.”

Laura was using forced projection knowing it’s impossible not to see the image when described even though you may be resistant to its effect. A bit like telling someone not to think of a gorilla sitting on a motorbike.

“The thrill of arousal, not understanding how shocked you would be to see her posing on her bed with legs spread as her best friend lay between them slowly drawing her panties down.”

The sly therapist was careful not to make eye contact as she said this, looking down at a report so he could ogle her breasts as he fantasized about watching lesbians.

“It is easy for them to get lost in that excitement of sapphic lust, both girls new to the experience of soft kisses and gentle touches as they explore their curiosity.” Now the lights facing Ted would start to mould into feminine shapes

“Being her father you want what’s best for her, and many fathers would rather their daughters explore with another girl than have some grubby unsuitable boy get her pregnant and ruin her life.” Laura didn’t need to turn around to know the lights would have formed a pregnant girl but hideously exaggerated to cause distress, something to be avoided, moved away from.

Behind Laura, the light pattern fluctuated slowly, and Ted subconsciously absorbed it, at times some of the light patterns seemed a darker shade to the others, and as the fluid light display ebbed and flowed the patterns took on brief shapes before dissolving.

As Laura spoke about girlfriends Ted could almost see the outline of two girls in an embrace, the shadow of a ponytail tossed playfully in the air as the two colors merged. Other
indecent images slowly formed and evaporated in a brief glow of color and he felt his cock harden as he tried to shut out fantasies of catching Isobel in her bedroom with her cute friend, the friend he had been fantasizing about for months.

“I think you need to tell her that while it is perfectly acceptable for two pretty girls to have sex together, it is not for her.”  As Laura said this the light pattern almost seemed to suggest a pony-tailed girl bent over being fucked from behind. Ted felt the precum leak into his boxers.

“When your wife saw me we agreed that we could make a breakthrough by seeming to reinforce our approval whilst steering her away. What I would suggest is that you make statements like.”

‘I accept that girls loving girls is not a sin, but I don’t think it’s for you.’

‘Lesbianism is perfectly natural, but I don’t think it’s for you.’

Laura read out aloud and just as with Marie in the previous session she pressed a button for part of the message, her colors now became a static pattern, and deep in Ted’s subconscious the message was received as

PURPLE/PINK CLOUD PATTERN 7 - I accept that girls loving girls is not a sin.

PURPLE/PINK CLOUD PATTERN 8 - Lesbianism is perfectly natural.

When Isobel put on the projector for her mother it would now repeat the same messages in her father.

“I have found in my conversation with Isobel that she has a rebellious side that reacts to authoritarian behavior. That is why I am changing the severity of the rhetoric to make it less confrontational; the first step is to convince her you’re on her side but there is still opposition. The next stage would be to say if that’s your choice I support you. This would effectively call her bluff, and she will look for some other issue to challenge authority.”

Ted nodded continuously through the speech his eyes riveted to that spot where Laura’s blouse fell open showing the tops of her creamy tits. If he did lift his eyes then the lava flow of lights seemed to become more feminine, definite physical shapes could be seen interacting in sensual movements before fading like evaporating steam.

“I want what is best for Isobel, obviously my wife has a strong opinion on the matter.” He finally managed to speak.

“Of course, she wants what is best too, but not only as her father but as a man you can see the beauty in other women and understand the difficulties she is facing, for instance, these social media clips she admitted to watching, there is little sex occurring, it is all implied intimacy.”

Ted glanced away from the partial view and looked at a tablet that was now running a short video of two beautiful women in lingerie embracing and kissing. Their hands lightly touched as they caressed each other.

“You should have an open mind in that Isobel may just be noticing beauty the same way that you would look at a painting in an art gallery. There is implied sexual intimacy but that doesn’t mean Isobel is focusing on that aspect of the video.”

Ted was focusing on that, noticing that as Laura looked away, one of the two women initiated a hotter kiss moving closer and opening the robe of the other woman, but he realized Laura had not noticed and kept quiet. Laura was looking at her report unaware she had left the video running and Ted found himself getting rock hard as the two women became more involved, undressing, groping moving toward a bed. The clip stopped just as Laura placed the file back down.

“If I can just see your daughter for a few minutes.” Laura walked Ted to the door and opened it. Isobel was sitting in reception glancing at a magazine when she wasn’t eyeing up the receptionist who typed away in an olive skirt and a dark olive faux-leather lace-up plunge halter neck top. The laces failed to stop her breasts from showing.  Ted’s gaze was instantly drawn to the girl.
“I hope you find that this therapy is working for you,” Laura asked him.
“Yes, it is. Thank you.” His eyes not leaving the typing girl.

“Excellent, Isobel if I could have you for a few minutes.” The meaning was not lost on the girl who flushed and got up, moving quickly past her father.

“Hello, Isobel.” She started and closed the door. “Have you missed me?”

The girl looked at the ground and whispered. “Yes.”

“Then come here and kiss me. Walk slowly, be aware of your sexuality, aware that I want you.”
Laura smiled as the young girl walked towards her, swaying her hips.
She held out her hands to embrace her and they kissed softly at first but then with force as Laura slid her hands down the girl’s back resting on her hips and pulling her closer, running her hands down over her jeans feeling the firm ass underneath.
“Next time make sure to wear a skirt that falls away easily.”

“I will.” The enthralled girl whispered back.
“Now Isobel, that is a much nicer greeting don’t you think? Have you been waiting for today’s session as much as I have?”
“Yes.”
“Then tell me.” She said quietly but firmly.
“I have been thinking about today since we left.”
“That's better, did you wear the black bra?”
“I did.”
“Then show me.”

Isobel started to undo the buttons.
Laura stepped back a few paces and interrupted her with a hand gesture.
“Slowly, tease me, start to understand the power you have. Eye contact and slow undressing.”
Isobel smiled as she slowly undid the buttons, aware that Laura’s eyes tracked every moment, finally the blouse was undone.
“Good girl, now come to me.” Laura held her arms out wide, closing them around her when she reached her.
“Now kiss me as I feel you.”
Isobel moaned quietly and leaned into a kiss which Laura forced back onto her, her hands playfully caressing the enclosed breasts.
“Have you started chasing girls yet?” She whispered into the girl’s ear when they finally broke off.
“Not yet.” She panted the words out.
“Then by the next time you visit I want you to go up to some 30-year-old woman you see in the mall and flirt with her, tell her you noticed what she was wearing and would love to buy yourself. it doesn’t matter if you fail, you just need to start, and the next time you visit I want silk bra and panties worn and I will check to confirm.” The older woman continued to caress the girl as she spoke.
Isobel nodded overwhelmed with lust and feelings for Laura.

“So, today’s exercise. Follow me.” She led the almost topless girl to a full-length mirror. “Look at yourself in the mirror, and repeat after me.”

She stood behind the girl and slid her hands around caressing the bare skin, enjoying the softness.

“I am a beautiful girl.”

“I am a beautiful girl,” Isobel replied.

“No try again, but this time toss your hair, look at yourself as if you saw yourself across a nightclub.”

“I am a beautiful girl.” This time as she said it she felt a wave of sensuality flow over her.

“Good, Now I am a hot girl.”

“I am a hot girl.” She repeated starting to squirm under Laura’s sliding hands.

“I am fucking sexy.”

“I am fucking sexy.” And as she said it hands came up and caressed her breasts.

“You are and you need to believe it. When you’re at home find a mirror and do this exercise.”

“I will.” She sighed, turned on and wanting more.

“Before you go answer me this honestly, are your panties damp?”
“Yes,” She whispered.
“Good so are mine, the next time you visit you know how to greet me?”
“Yes.”
“Good I want my panties to be soaking, and then I’ll make sure yours are. Don’t forget to put the projector on as much as you can and try flirting at the mall.”

“I will.” She turned away from the mirror and back into Laura’s arms.

“Good now put your attitude expression back on.” Laura walked to the door and opened it.

“I think we are making progress, my receptionist will make a booking for Marie.”

Things were going very well, Laura thought, and about to get a lot better.