" "As well it should be, dear." "As well it should be, dear. It's okay now because I'm a doctor and I'm examining you, but it would be terribly embarrassing to you to let anyone else see your bottom. As a matter of fact, it would be more shameful than you could bear..." "Yes, Doctor." "But that's exactly what's going to happen, Jillian. When you wake up you're going to feel an overwhelming need to make your fantasy come true. The fantasy about being owned. Remember, Jillian?" "Yes, Doctor." "Your fantasy about being owned by teenage girls. Black teenage girls, Jillian. They'll do all the terrible things you told me about last week and you will be very aroused by this. At the same time that you feel unbearable shame, you will also become sexually hot. It's good to make your fantasy real, Jillian. You will be compelled to become the sexual slave that you are in your fantasies." Louise was leaning forward now and holding her breath. This was the telling moment. Would Jillian accept the post-hypnotic suggestion or would she reject it? Deep down inside she craved it. The doctor was telling her that she was compelled to live it when she awoke. "Yes, Doctor. I will be their slave." "When you wake up and leave this office you will meet a young black girl. |