Session 1 

We’re still sitting at my countertop. He’s nursing a water. I’m tapping my leg against the base of the counter because I’m so freaking nervous. 

“Mandy can we just get on with this already?”
“Patience young padawan.” I pull out the Yoda impression. I do dumb shit when I’m nervous. 

“I like your necklace by the way.” I look down. It’s a simple locket. Silver. With engravings. The picture inside? Something that he can’t know is in there. I forgot I had it on when he knocked on my door. Now I can’t take it off or else it would look suspicious. Shit. 

“Oh you do?” I try to hide my blush. 

“Yeah.” His hand moves towards it. Oh shit. He’s careful not to touch my skin, that’s why we’re here after all. He picks it up off my chest, his fingers coming dangerously close to my fat tits. Like come on! How is he not affected by them? Or nervous around them? “It’s really neat.” He lets go and it falls back to my chest. The metal was cold, but his hand warmed it up. Then, a devious thought comes to my head. 

“You want me to use it today?” I can’t hide my intrigue in his answer.

“Uh sure? That really works? ‘Let me swing this jewelry in front of your face.’” He pulls out a weird impression, maybe Dracula? Whatever it was, it makes me laugh. He makes me laugh. 

“It definitely can.” James then shrugs his shoulders and nods. I let out a hefty sigh. “Come on then.” I almost take his hand and lead him to my living room before I remember his issue. I simply walk and he follows instead. I moved my comfortable chair in front of the couch this morning in preparation for this, and as I sit down in it, James sits on the closest end of the couch. He looks at me, but I’m sitting still. Waiting for him to feel out the space is the first part of my technique. He taps his kneecaps in anticipation.

“Okay,” I say, softening my voice from it’s usual tone, adding a little breathiness to it, kinda like how they do ASMR, “Tell me, what do you notice about this room?” James purses his lips and looks around a bit. 

“Uhh, the windows are closed. No fans or background noise really. It would be hot but you have the temp at a nice spot.” James side eyes me, looking to see if that satisfied my inquiry.

“Not bad. Yeah that’s all true, no background noise or background images that could make you lose focus. Good temp because I want you to be comfortable. That’s all this is, making you comfortable. Are you James?” I tilt my head forward a bit, it shows I’m engaged.

“Yeah, I think so. But can you call me Jamie? Thats always made me most comfortable, especially when you say it.” I blush, unable to control my smile. He is so damn cute. Taking my pet name and owning it? I feel warm. 

“Okay Jamie. If that’s what makes you comfortable. Just try and relax.” I let him sit for a moment, making an effort to make the breathes coming from my nose loud. He gets the message, breathing deeply through his nose. “You did miss something though, about the room.” Jamie tilts his head in confusion, but I can tell he’s been lulled a little. Good. “The clock. You can hear it can’t you? It’s a pretty old clock.” Jamie nods his head, but he doesn’t really get it yet. “Okay Jamie, you can hear the clock. It’s got a loud ticking noise. Now, if you’re comfortable just focus on the ticking noise for a bit. Just keep your eyes on the clock, and the noise in your ears. Can you do that Jamie?”

“Yeah.” He nods, turning his eyes from me to the clock. It’s noting special, wooden, a black frame. It’s nothing that would draw attention. Which is why when you do draw attention to it, it is very boring. I let Jamie do that for a couple minutes. He clenches his jaw, his masculine jaw, a few times at the start, but eventually his mouth is looser, his eyes are not super focused. Perfect. 

“Okay Jamie, now look back at me.” He does. I am able to hide the nervous excitement within me, but it’s tough. “Jamie, do you feel safe?”

“Yes.” Not a blank answer, he still sounds like himself.

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

“Are you comfortable?” 

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to take you down?”

“I think so.” Not good enough. He has to want it fully.

“Yes or no Jamie. If you’re even 1% unsure it might not work fully.” Jamie took a deep breath. He looked at me, right in the eyes, his beautiful hazel eyes. Then, for just a glance, I swore he looked at my breasts. I was a little shocked that he would, normally he is so good about not objectifying me. Of course the one guy I actually want to do that doesn’t, but he just did. Finally. This may be easier than I thought. 

“Then yes.” Okay, we’ll see if it works. I unclasp the locket from around my neck. I wrap the chain around my fingers a few times, leaving enough that it will dangle nicely. 

“Jamie, you said this necklace was nice. Can you describe it?” I let it fall from my hands, not swaying it yet. Jamie cranes his head forward slightly to look at it.

“Yeah, it is uh, really pretty. I think it really matches your vibe.”

“Anything else?” Now I start to sway it, but only slightly. 

“I- uh, really like the engravings. They’re a good art style. Reminds me of your eyelashes.” My eyelashes? God this idiot has no idea what he can do to me. My face is hot, but I can’t afford to be put off by his flattery.

“Focus your eyes on those engravings Jamie. See how the lines meld into each other? I think that’s really pretty too.” Now I’ve begun to sway it fully, back and forth, back and forth. His eyes are on it entirely. “You’re doing really good Jamie. Just focus on the necklace… and listen to my voice.” I’ve really turned on the softness now. It’s practically my sexy bedroom voice. Which I don’t mind pulling out in front of Jamie. I keep speaking softly, just pointing out the necklace or my voice, again and again. I need him nice and distracted. 

“Jamie, everything I’m doing requires a lot of focus. But you can’t focus right now can you?” He opens his mouth to speak, but his jaw falls slack. I continue before he can get a word in, “That’s okay Jamie. You’re doing really good. But I bet you’re really tired too. You were up real early this morning to do Grace’s chores. Maybe you should take a nap. I really think you should go to sleep Jamie.” His eyelids respond to my talk of sleep. He can’t keep them open. “Jamie, I’m going to count down from five, and when I’m done counting, you’re going to go to sleep.” I don’t leave it up for interpretation. It’s a fact. 

“Okay Jamie. Five…four…three…two…one. Sleep.” His head was already drooped and slack, but my words take out any consciousness he had left. “Really gooood Jamie. Really good.” He’s just sitting there. In a trance. I could do anything I wanted to him, or at least make him want to do anything. But I don’t want to violate him or his trust. I want to know the truth, if there is even a little possibility. 

“Jamie, can you hear me?” 

“Yes.”

“Jamie, can you please respond by saying my name at the end?”

“Yes Mandy.”

“Very good Jamie.” I can see him bristle a little. He likes praise. I like to give praise, always have. This is going very well. “Let me explain what is happening. This is just an induction. You’re very relaxed, sleepy even, but I can’t make you do anything yet. I have to take you there. Do you want me to take you there Jamie?” 

“Yes Mandy.” I take a breath through my nose. Okay, I think I can do this. I’ve practiced doing this.

“Jamie, open your eyes and lift your head.” Not a question, but a demand. A soft demand, but a demand. He follows it. His hazel eyes open and he looks at me with a blank expression. This is awesome. “Jamie, watch your friend the necklace again. Watch it sway back and forth again. It still looks pretty right Jamie?”

“Yes Mandy.” His voice is low, unexpressive. Still sexy AF. He’s slouched, but not hunched over. I’ll have him settle into the couch eventually. 

“That’s good Jamie. Are you ready to talk about some stuff? Stuff that might be hard to talk about? Are you still feeling comfortable Jamie?”

“Yes Mandy. I’m ready to talk about stuff that is hard to talk about. You make me feel comfortable.” His eyes break from the locket a moment and meet mine. He’s still there, somewhat. I don’t know how deep he’ll go if he is this conscious, but we’ll see. Also, I make him feel comfortable? That’s a win right there. 

“Okay Jamie. I’m going to count down from five again. This time will be different though. This time, you’ll enter a trance when I say ‘truth time.’ Understand?”

“Yes Mandy.”

“‘Truth time’ is very important Jamie. You’ll be deep in trance, but not very deep. In ‘truth time’ you’re going to be unable to lie. You’re going to feel comfortable, just as comfortable as you’re now, talking about things that are hard to talk about. I’m not going to tell anybody else, and I’ll make sure that you can remember everything you said in ‘truth time.’ Is that okay Jamie? Tell me if it isn’t okay.”

“It’s okay Mandy. I trust you to tell you the truth. I feel comfortable telling you the truth.” 

“Making you comfortable is really important to me Jamie. I feel very honored that you trust me.” 

“You’re a good friend Mandy.” A dopey smile has appeared on his face. I didn’t even put him in ‘truth time’ yet. That makes me feel really good inside. It also makes me feel extra guilty. How am I supposed to make him love me? I don’t know if I could betray his trust.

“You’re my best friend Jamie. That’s why I want to help you. Are you ready to go to ‘truth time?’” 

“Yes Mandy.” He nodded too. Still the same blank expression, he his eyes fell shut again. 

“Okay Jamie. Five… four… be comfortable, tell the truth, let me know if you want to stop… three… two… one… ‘truth time!” I raise my voice at the trigger, which I think has been placed? Only time will tell. It could prove useful to know what he is thinking, but it’s not useful if he knows whenever I use it. It’s not really a manipulative trigger. Which is good. But it doesn’t help my end goal. “Open your eyes Jamie.” He does. “Now you’re not very deep Jamie. Can you tell that you’re in a trance?”

“Yes Mandy.” His voice is more himself now. Good. He’s very lightly in, which means no one can really tell, besides the fact that he will hopefully only tell the truth. 

“Okay Jamie. Listen closely. You are going to remember everything that happens to you. Everything you say, everything I say. But that doesn’t make you not want to tell the truth. Telling the truth is good. It feels good as long as you’re comfortable. Do you understand?” I wince. I don’t know if this is going to work. 

“I understand Mandy. I’ll tell the truth cause I feel comfortable telling it.” His expression is normal too. He’s looking at me just as he was a half hour ago. Okay, maybe I can actually hypnotize people.

“Jamie, who started the rumor in high school that I was a lesbian?” I can’t rule out any suspects, even him. If he did, then he definitely isn’t the man for me. Insecure? Sure. But that rumor also might’ve ruined my chances with Jamie in the first place. 

“I don’t know. But I would’ve beat the crap out of whoever it was.” His face contorts to anger. Alright! I think he’s actually telling the truth. But, he needs one harder test.

“Jamie, where is your birthmark actually? That blemish on your foot is not it.” His cheeks get flushed. It’s an embarrassing answer, but he needs to tell the truth.

“It’s… on my dick.” He shyly smiles, ducking his head down, I giggle. “Don’t laugh.” He whines.

“I’m sorry Jamie. That’s just pretty funny. I won’t tell anyone about it.”

“Thanks Mandy. I can always trust you.” Woah, that was a little rehearsed. Did that get implanted accidentally? If so, yay me! 

“Okay Jamie, let’s address why you’re doing this. You have a problem with people touching you right?” 

“Yes Mandy.” He swings his gaze to the side. He’s ashamed. I need to keep him comfortable.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed about Jamie. It’s okay.” I pause for a moment and let him soak up the words. He’s receptive to them. “I think we need to figure out why you feel uncomfortable with people touching you Jamie. Can you tell me why you feel uncomfortable?” 

“I- I– I don’t like other people touching me. I just don’t like it. I don’t know.” He’s shrinking his posture. Not good.

“Jamie, it’s okay to not like other people touching you. And it’s okay to not know exactly why. That’s why you’re here. You’re here, and you’re being very brave Jamie. Do you feel brave?” I lay it on thick. I wish I could touch his arm, stroke it. I want to make him okay with touching, mostly because I want to touch him so bad. 

“I feel brave when you tell me I am.” He sits up a little. I’m glad. 

“Well you are Jamie. You’re very brave.” I see him sit up even more. He does like praise after all. 

“Jamie first off, tell me if the idea of this makes you uncomfortable. I want to touch you, then you tell me how it feels. And you’re not going to spare any detail because then that would be lying, and you can’t lie. Not in ‘truth time.’ How does that sound.”

“I’m nervous,” He pauses for a moment, but then his eyes meet mine with a confidence that is incredibly sexy, “But I want to try Mandy. I want you to touch me.” Filing that away in the mental folder for later. I get up from my chair and walk over to him. His eyes stay locked on my face, trailing me as I stand over him. I reach my hand down and grace his shoulder. He instinctually flinches away. I pull my hand back, and kneel down. I’m eye to eye with him, but I’d be remiss to say that I wasn’t giving him a great peek down my shirt. I don’t think his eyes ever looked there, but his peripheral definitely could’ve. Hot.

“Tell me how you feel Jamie.” 

“I just… feel really anxious. Nervous. Like I’m going to get hurt or hurt somebody. I just, am not used to it at all. I didn’t get a lot of physical attention when I was younger. I guess it never settled in.” 

“Thank you for sharing that Jamie. That sounds like it was rough for you. I’m sorry you had to go through that.” I test the waters. My hand touches his shoulder again. Surprisingly, he doesn’t react. He’s still looking at me with a vulnerable expression. But him being vulnerable is okay. 

“It was rough Mandy. Thanks for trying to help me.” 

“Jamie, do you realize I’m touching you?” Jamie’s eyes became confused, then he peered to his shoulder. His eyes went wide, but then he relaxed. He flexed into my hand instead of away from it. He welcomed me. Me. I was the first. 

“I- thank you Mandy. This doesn’t feel bad actually.”

“I’m glad I can help. This is a really good first step Jamie.” I unbend my knees to stand up but, he doesn’t let me let go of him. 

“Wait! Can you, stay here? Just touching me. It’s helping a lot.” He is unsure. I don’t know if it is about his desire or if it is helping. Regardless, I don’t let go. I’ll never let go unless he wants me to. 

“Okay Jamie. I won’t let go.” He relaxes again. “Can you tell me why you wanted to become better with touching?”

“Because Grace thinks it is weird that I can’t.” Damn you evil woman! Making James feel like a lesser man because he has a genuine issue? Awful. He is not less because he has an issue, he’s more because he is trying to work through it you bitch! I stroke my thumb slightly on his skin. 

“Jamie, you’re not weird. You just have a problem. A problem that you’re trying to fix. And that is very brave Jamie.” I can see his eyes light up.

“Do you feel weird when Grace touches you?” 

“Yes Mandy?” 

“Do you feel weird when I touch you?” Ultimate test.

“Yes,” Damnit, “But…” YES! “Not right now.” I’m going to pass out from the joy that is in my face. He might even be able to tell. Huzzah!

“Does this touching thing affect your relationship in any way?” I stroke my hand across his arm. He feels good to touch. I hope it makes him feel normal. Wanted. I want him to know I want him. 

“Yes Mandy. Grace would like to be… more intimate.” Uh oh. Uncomfortable things being discussed. Partner intimacy. This is something that boy/girl friendships suffer from. But if he has to tell the truth then I’ll know everything. I just have to keep him talking.

“Do you feel comfortable with describing what you mean? You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” I want him comfortable.

“Strangely, yes Mandy. I do want to talk about it with you.” Really? My face is questioning the validity of that. But okay let’s see it.

“How does Grace want to be more intimate?”

“Grace wants me to be able to… touch her in public. Hold hands, hug, kiss. Everything really. I can only do them in private, and I don’t like to do it that much. Grace wants more. She also wants… to have sex more. Which I know is awkward to say. And I do too. I’m a guy, I like sex! But it takes a lot of buildup to be able to do. I have to want it really bad to break through the touch issue.”

“How many times have you guys had sex?” They’ve been together for 2.5 years. But, strangely I feel like it can’t be that many times. Not with his issue.

“I don’t know, maybe a dozen times? And they were all good. During it anyway. But afterward, I just can’t cuddle with her. I have to… get away from her for a bit. It’s too much.”

“How did that feel to say all that?” He takes a long exhale. 

“That felt, really good Mandy. I can’t believe I just said all that. Thank you. It feels really good to get it off my chest.” 

“I’m glad to hear it Jamie. You’re doing so good. I think I know how we can resolve your issue.” I removed my hand from him. He whimpered. Not loudly, but he fucking whimpered. The truth was that he was liking me touching him. I’m so goddamn wet right now. “Oh, one last question Jamie, then I’m going to bring you up. Remember everything that has happened Jamie, it’s important to know you can always talk to me. My last question is, would you like to go deeper into a trance?” Jamie looked at me with desire in his eyes. Woah. He’s never looked at me like that.

“Yesss Mandy. I would like to go deeper. Today if possible.”

“Okay Jamie,” I’m blushing, hard, “Uh- last last question, what would you like the trigger for that deep trance to be? It’s all about you, so I think you should control how I do it. It could be words, actions, or maybe a smell even?”

“I uh- I would want you to kiss me.” Wait, WHAT! RED ALERT RED ALERT! My breath quickens unintentionally. 

“Okay it’s time to wake up now.” I say, my eyes wide and my voice very embarrassed. “Wake up Jamie.” His eyes pinch shut for a moment as he gets his bearings. He looks around the room, seeing he is in the same place. It shouldn’t be this jarring, given he was pretty conscious throughout ‘truth time.’ 

“Woah. That was… great!” His whole face lights up. “I remember everything. I feel so refreshed! And the ease on my mind of saying those things…” He stood up and looked at me, his handsome smile taking up my whole view, “Mandy, thank you. Thank you so much.” He sounds so genuine. I know he is. 

“Dude! You did so good. I knew you would. You must’ve really wanted to say those things.” I sit on the couch next to him, but don’t touch him. He’s still not fixed yet, not that he was broken. Him saying he wanted me to kiss him is still heavily on my mind.

“I did. I really did. Mandy, you’re the best.”

“And we don’t have to be done. It’s only 3:00. We can go deeper, like you wanted.”

“Really?” His eyes are like a knockout punch. They’re like a golden retriever. I can’t say no, and pretty soon, he won’t be able to either. Not that I’m going to do things he can’t say no to. I wouldn’t do that. I just need to ask some questions that he won’t remember. 

“Yeah, do you want to do that? You want to go deeper? You’re… comfortable?”

“Mandy you made me the most comfortable I’ve been in a while. Of course I want to try to fix my problem. I trust you.” He is so reassuring I could die. Well here goes.

“Ready?” I look at him. He has a confidence in his eyes that is rarely there these days. 

“Ready.” He states.

“Okay Jamie. ‘Truth time.’” He closes his eyes at my words, then slowly opens them. 

“We’re back here?” He asks, disappointment in his voice.

“Yes Jamie. We’re back in ‘truth time.’ It is a light trance. It is a good starting point that I can take you deeper from.”

“Oh, okay Mandy. I want to go deeper.” His smile returns and stays on his mouth. He is happy, relaxed. Good.

“Okay, here is your old friend the pretty necklace Jamie. Look back at the pretty pattern on the necklace.” His eyes snap to it. They quickly follow it as I swing it side to side. He droops faster this time, my words and the necklace becoming a natural charm that he wants to hypnotize him. This is good. After a minute or two, he is ready. “Jamie are you feeling nice, comfortable, and relaxed?”

“Yes Mandy.” His robotic tone is back. But it’s kinda hot, knowing that I’m reducing him to a robotic sla- no! That’s not what I want. I want Jamie, just as he is, to love me as much as I love him. Not a slave. 

“Then, I’m going to count down from ten this time. And you’re going to go twice as deep because I’m counting for longer. That makes sense doesn’t it Jamie?”

“Yes Mandy.”

“Good. And I’m going to take you deep enough that you won’t remember anything that happens while in the trance. Is that okay Jamie?”

“Yes Mandy. I trust you.”

“And you’re going to be deep enough that you won’t be able to come back out unless I help you, is that okay Jamie?”

“Yes Mandy.”

“Okay. When I count down from ten, you’re going to go soooooo deep. I’m going to kiss you at the end, and you’ll go to a deep place called ‘Mandy Minutes.’ Remember the title, it’ll be important. But you’ll be so deep you won’t be able to do the things I mentioned. Are you okay with that Jamie?”

“Yes Mandy. I want to go to ‘Mandy Minutes.’”

“Okay Jamie, you’re doing really well.” He relaxes even further. “Ten…nine…eight…seven… sooooo deep Jamie…six…five…four…deep enough that you’ll do what I tell you to do…three…two…one.” MWAH I kiss him on the lips. I don’t stop. Not for a few seconds. I smack our lips a few times. He’s not entirely limp, moving with me. He tastes so fucking good. It’s our second kiss ever. Maybe in another session I’ll ask him about our first kiss. It is still a big mystery to me. I break the kiss. Only because I need to see if it worked. He slouchs his head over once I’m done. I grab his arm and lift it up. I drop it, and he doesn’t catch himself. It lands on the couch harmlessly. He is deep.

“Jamie, open your eyes.” He does. They’re glassed over. Dead almost. I don’t like seeing him like this. But he needs to be. “Can you hear me Jamie?”

“Yes Mo- Mandy.” Woah, what was that? [*Author Note, this is called foreshadowing people]

“Okay Jamie. I’m going to test you. I’m going to see if you’re deep enough. You need to be deep enough that you won’t remember what I’m telling you or what you say. I need to access your subconscious.”

“Okay Mandy.” He really is robotic now. I’m sad.

“Jamie look at this locket. The same locket I hypnotized you with.” I hold it up. His eyes are on it. “If you can remember what I am about to show you, then remember it when I wake you up. Otherwise, you’re deep enough that you won’t and we can continue. Sound good?”

“Yes Mandy.”

“Look into the locket Jamie.” I open it up and hold it closer to his face. “Tell me what the picture is.”

“It’s… a picture of us. At high school graduation. Standing together with big smiles on our faces.” His sounds monotone, but their is emotion behind his words. He remembers it fondly. 

“Yeah, that’s right Jamie. That was the best day of my life. Because you were there. And I wear this locket because you’re the most important person in my life. Even if you don’t remember anything, I want you to subconsciously know that fact whenever you look at me. That you’re special to me.”

“I will Mandy. I will know. I love you.”

“I- I love you too. You know I have one more thing to show you. Two things actually.” I stand out of the couch, moving back in front of him. My shirt is up and over my G-cups, and I take them out of my bra. It’s the slowest flashing ever. “Here you go Jamie. If you’re gonna remember something, you’re gonna remember these.”

“Woah.” Jamie breathes out. I take a few steps closer to him, chest still exposed.

“Look at these. Are they nice?”

“Soooo nice. The nicest. You’re so hot Mandy.” Mmmmm that feels good to hear. I like praise just as much as him.

“Are they better than Grace’s?” Of course they are. G’s are better than B’s baby! But I have to know just how much loyalty he has to Grace. 

“Yes Mandy. You’re so beautiful. You’re like the perfect woman.” Ohhhh I’m gonna cum purely off his words if he keep speaking. Please let him be deep enough that he doesn’t remember this! I readjust my bra and let my shirt fall back down. Here goes nothing.

“WAKE UP!” I practically scare myself. I said it loud, but I need to be loud to get him out of a deep trance. He jolts awake, widening his eyes.

“Woah what happened?” 

“I took you deep, do you know where?”

“Yeah, to ‘Mandy Minutes.’ And then you kissed me.” 

“Yeah, well you said that was what you want your trigger to be.”

“Mandy, I meant on the cheek!” He is grinning with a deviousness that makes me want to shrink. I just screwed up so much. 

“Shit sorry dude.” I hold my face in my hands.

“Hey, it’s okay. It’s hardly our first kiss. So you kissed me and then what? You woke me up again right after?” Oh. Oh my. He doesn’t remember anything?

“You don’t remember what I showed you?” Please God.

“No? You showed me something?” Oh I showed you two big somethings alright.

“Yeah, I… showed you what was in my locket.” It was the truth, but he also shouldn’t know what is in there either. Shit Amanda!

“Oh wow. I have no idea. What is in the locket?”

“Picture of my mom.” I say far too quickly. I don’t think he notices that is a lie.

“Oh okay. So we’re good right? You can get me deep enough?” 

“Yeah I can. Do you want to go back down? Then I can try to fix your issue.”

“If it’ll help me, then yes Mandy. Of course.”

“Okay here we go. Ten…nine…eight…seven…six…five…four…three…two…one.” MWAH. Mmmmm that boy tastes good. I let go of his lips though, pulling back to see his face. Drooped again. 

“Jamie, are you back deep again? Deep enough that you won’t remember anything?”

“Yes Mo- Mandy.” That again? Well let’s explore that.

“What are you stopping yourself from saying Jamie? Don’t lie.”

“Mommy. I’m trying to stop calling you mommy Mandy.” Mommy mandy. I just came a little. A mommy kink? With my tits I might have him loving me by next week.
“Do you have a mommy kink Jamie?” Not the worst kink to be had. Could have it’s hypnotic uses. Actually, that would be amazing. He could only be hypnotized by my breasts! I just came a little more thinking about his mouth on my nipple.

“Not really.” Huh weird. Not yes and not no.

“Explain Jamie. Don’t lie to me.”

“It’s only hot when I think of you Mandy.” Oh my god.

“You don’t want to call Grace mommy?”

“No Mandy... only you.” Score! 

“Okay Jamie. Let’s make a rule. When you’re in ‘Mandy Minutes’ you will refer to me as Mommy. You can’t resist calling me Mommy. Understood?”

“Yes Mommy.” This isn’t too far. Right? He’s not gonna remember this. And I’m not making him fall in love with me. Yet. I’m just allowing him to call me what he wants to. No problem with that. 

“Okay let’s get back on track Jamie. You want to be able to touch and be touched by more people right?”

“Only when they make me comfortable.” Okay, I can work with that. I think I make him comfortable enough, so I should be able to touch him as much as his girlfriend right? 

“Okay Jamie. I command you to be okay with being touched by people who make you feel comfortable. Touching is a normal part of being comfortable around someone. It’s okay to be touched, as long as you want to be touched. Do you feel any different after that command Jamie?” 

“Yes Mommy.” Oh shit. I got to get used to that. Lady-boner everytime. 

“Do you want me to touch you?”

“Yes Mommy. You make me feel comfortable. You’re my best friend.” Warmth instantly in my cheeks. Still nice even in trance. I reach out and touch his shoulder again. No flinch, but I have to go further. I sit down on the couch next to him and give him a side hug. He doesn’t react at first, but eventually melts into me. His weight is something I’ve nver really experienced. We never hug. Just awkward fist bumps really. It’s endearing, but not enough contact with his skin. I nuzzle my face into the gap of his shoulder. Whispering, I ask, 

“How do feel with this Jamie?”

“Really good Mommy. I’ve always wanted to hug you.”

“Do you want a reward Jamie?”

“Yes Mommy.”

“Do you want to motorboat me?” I’m nervous. Okay, this is a little far. But he told me he likes my jugs! And now he can touch me! This isn’t a crime! 

“Yes Mommy. I’ve wanted to for so long.”

“C’mere baby.” I straddle his legs as he sits on the couch, gripping the back of his head and forcing them into my ample bosom. I shake my chest around his face. His hands find the sides of my boobs, gently squeezing them. His breath is hot, and eventually his tongue is out of his mouth and licking the skin of my tits. It feels so good. “Yeah you fucking like big tits don’t you?”

“Mmm-hmm.” 

“And Grace doesn’t have big tits like me does she?”

“Mm-mm.” He can’t really shake his head since my mammories are doing that for him.

“Yeah I bet you fantasize about my tits a lot don’t you?”

“Mmm-hmm.” 

“Such a good boy Jamie. Come up for air.” I lifted him out of my chest. He’s got a dumb smile on, his eyes half closed. He just experienced his own version of heaven. I kiss him. Shit. I didn’t realize. I’m taking him even deeper! Kissing is the trigger to go deep, and he’s already deep. I look him over. His eyes are even more closed, drool is coming from his mouth. I guess thats from my boobs, but it can’t be good. He might be too far. 

“Jamie, my tits are a reward for you. When you do something good, I want you to imagine motorboating them like you just did. You deserve it.” 

“Thank you Mommy.” I’m so amped up. He is really deep, I could do anything to him. But it’s too soon. I need to make this process more natural. More questions follow.

“Do you like being hypnotized Jamie?”

“Yes Mommy.”

“Why?”

“Because you make me feel comfortable and helpless Mommy.” Helpless? Oh my god. He wants to be helpless?

“Do you get off on being hypnotized Jamie?” Okay, I’ll admit, that’s pretty weird. A little far even. But he is receptive as ever.

“Yes Mommy. But, only because it’s you doing it.” I have an in and I am ecstatic! He is attracted to me and maybe even more than Grace. Grace. Ugh. 

“Jamie, do you love Grace?”

“I don’t think so Mommy.” WHAT! Holy shit. God, thank you for all you’ve done for me. I’m sorry I’m a sinner. I’ll repent. 

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I like being in a relationship. But Grace isn’t the one.”

“Then why did you buy a ring?” I’m really close to his face. I’m also still straddling him. It just feels really nice.

“I thought I wanted to propose to her. But once I bought it, I realized I didn’t. She didn’t deserve the ring.” Oh wow. 

“Why do you still have it.”

“I’m waiting for things to change. Maybe something will click and I’ll have my soulmate. But I don’t know.” 

“Why are you still with her?”

“Grace has never done anything wrong. I don’t want to hurt her by breaking up with her. I kind of want her to break up with me.” 

“Are you sure she isn’t the one?”

“No I’m not sure Mommy. She might be. But I don’t know.” Damnit. I need him to not want her. And I’m handing over a huge present. Intimacy. It might drive them together like nothing else could! They might make passionate love as soon as Jamie gets home and I’ll still be alone. I just want this to be over. 

“Okay Jamie. So you’re able to touch people you’re comfortable with right?” 

“Yes Mommy.” 

“And you still want to be dating Grace?”

“For now, yes Mommy.” Shit. Why did he have to be so loyal?

“And you’re not gonna remember anything from this trance right?”

“Yes Mommy.”

“Okay Jamie. I have one last thing to say, then I’m going to kiss you and you’re going to wake up.” I get off him and take a step back. Tears are in my eyes. If I can’t ever say this to him when he’ conscious, damnit, he’s going to hear this here. “I love you Jamie!” I have ever since you carried me back to my house when I broke my leg in ninth grade! I love you so goddamn much. I want to be more than just friends! I want you, all of you. But, I can’t. Not if you don’t love me back. Just know this Jamie, when you look at me, you’re going to know that I love you. Somewhere deep inside you. You’ll know it to be true because I’m telling you it is. And more than just us being best friends! I love you Jamie. Just… remember that deep down. Even though you won’t remember fully.” I take a breath. I close my eyes, then bend over and kiss him. He wakes up and I am still feeling that decade's worth of longing right in my chest.

“Woah! You did it again right?” He sounds so happy. Intrigued even.

“Yeah, yeah I did.” I’m dejected, no use in hiding it anymore. 

“So I can touch people?”

“People you’re comfortable around yeah.” 

“Well,” He grabs me and pulls me into a hug. There are no flinches. He is warm. Always has been. “I’m comfortable around you.” He says into my ear. I close my eyes and just melt into him for a moment. I can’t help it. He doesn’t move either. Just lets me.

“I think we’re done here.” I say, with a slight smile, but my overall mood isn’t great. I feel good that I helped him, but I feel bad that I can’t have him. Still. Today all but confirmed it. “You can hang if you want, but I’m tired.” 

“Too tired for one last non-hypnosis favor?” What could that be?

“Maybe? What do you want?”

“Well, ever since high school I’ve never wanted to dance with anybody. But not because I didn’t want to dance, it’s because I couldn’t touch people and keep my heart rate down. But now, you’ve cured me! I want to dance all night long! Thing is, I never learned how to. I want to ask Grace to dance with me, but I don’t want to embarrass myself. Would you help me learn Mandy?” I should say no. I should try and move on from him. Ten years of longing has gotten me nowhere. But I can’t refuse his beautiful smile. I love him, and I’ve got to dance with him at least once. 

“Okay Jamie. Let’s dance.” 

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“Stars shining bright above you… Night breezes seem to whisper I love you… Birds singing in the sycamore treeeee… Dream a little dream of meeee.” [*Author Note: Ya like Jazz?]

Huh, didn’t think he was a jazz guy. But as he holds me, tight to him, us rocking back and forth, I feel so loved. He has to love me. I know it. As I look in his eyes, I can’t help but fall harder. His smile pierces my soul. I can’t live without him loving me. The song ends. I wish it lasted our whole lives.

“Not too bad?” He boasts.

“No, not too bad Jamie.” I can’t help but join him in grinning. He is just so easy to smile with. 

“If I ever need to practice more, you’ll help me right Mandy?” 

“Yeah… yeah I’ll help you Jamie.” He gives me one last hug as a reminder of what we got done today. I don’t know if he’ll want to be hypnotized again. Sure, he said he was into it, but maybe it’s not as hot as a committed relationship is. I don’t know. 

“Bye Mandy! Luv ya!” He turns the knob of my door. 

“Yeah,” I whisper as I see the last of his back. “I love you too.” He might never know how true that is.