Dreams into reality can be a nightmare
Not all of my dreams became reality. I dreamed, like most people, of going to
class naked or being chased by some unknown monster and that never
happened. But it was that first vivid dream in college
that convinced me something was off. I
dreamed of Maggie, who I had a huge crush on, of going down on me. I woke up knowing it would never happen
because she was a through and through lesbian and going steady with Carol. But that night at the party she drunkenly
pushed me into one of the bedrooms, hushed my feeble protests, and proceeded to
give me the best sexual experience of my life.
WORSHIPING JAMES MAKES ME HAPPY
She never talked to me again. I could see in her eyes, when we’d pass
between classes, that she couldn’t believe what she did. It all felt normal until I was writing my
thesis and had another vivid dream. This
time it was more of a nightmare as I was stuck watching a drunken friend get
behind the wheel, unable to stop him. The
next day the reality wasn’t the same because he died in my dream. But I’m sure spending the next four weeks in
traction was little consolation from his drunk driving crash.
BEING SEXY FOR MY MAN IS ALL I SHOULD CARE ABOUT
When I went to the campus mental health facility and asked
to talk to someone it wasn’t to try and take advantage of the situation. Honestly, that never crossed my mind. I just wanted something to help me have
happier dreams. James, my appointed
therapist, was going for his degree but was very good already. He made me feel calm and instead of diving
right in and getting me some med to either dream positively or not dream at
all, he got me to tell him the whole thing.
I guess professionally he was afraid it might be a psychotic break. So, he chose to prove that I wasn’t changing
the world with my dreams.
KEEPING EYE CONTACT WITH MY SUPERIOR WHILE I WORSHIP HIM
SHOWS HIM I LOVE HIM
He said a method of hypnosis could not only direct my
dreams, but it could also make them more vivid than normal. We came up with a dream that would be
helpful, obvious, and easy to disprove.
I’d dream about him being more attractive. It was easy enough to follow along as he was
your standard geeky pre-graduate therapist. I wasn’t exactly tall or built, but my five foot
ten medium built towered over his skinny five foot five.
GRIPPING HIS COCK MAKES HIM FEEL MORE MASCULINE AND MAKES ME
FEEL MORE FEMININE
I laid back on his couch as he placed the headset over my
ears and guided me down into sleep. The
dream wasn’t strange at all. We weren’t
in some fantasy world, or even a different place. I was just sitting in his cubical with the
privacy curtain closed and talking about my dreams. Except he was built like an athlete. I’d guess he stood at six foot four and
probably weight in around two hundred and fifty pounds. All of it muscle. I could see he had a five o’clock shadow and
knew that he grew hair so fast that he’d never be rid of that. To be honest, it gave him a rugged look. His voice was deeper, his eyes more piercing,
and most of all he was just plain more confident. It bordered on cocky.
KNEELING SHOWS MY SUBMISSIVENESS
When I woke up, I couldn’t find James anywhere. It turns out that not only did he change into
exactly what I saw in the dream, he was aware of it while it happened. I found him in the bathroom just starting at
himself in the mirror. He said he’d have
to process this and that we’d talk more at our next session.
MY MAKEUP SHOULD ALWAYS BE PERFECT FOR MY BOYFRIEND BECAUSE
HE DESERVES IT
The next few sessions were odd. I got the feeling that even though he was one
of the most attractive people I’d ever seen in real life, James didn’t believe
me. So each session would involve a
little talking but mostly was him giving me another hypnotic chant to listen to
while I dreamed. Over the next few weeks
I dreamed of James already graduated and running his own clinic. Taking the bus to his suburban office the
next time was a pain, but I still showed up on time. I dreamed of James being a complete
success. His clinic on the 35th
floor of the downtown high-rise was even more of a pain to get to but it was
nice to see him dress so richly with a Rolex watch, Cartier sunglasses, and Porsche
key.
I LOVE SEXUALLY PLEASING MY MAN. MY ONLY PLEASURE COMES FROM MAKING HIM FEEL
GOOD
When I finally got up the courage to ask if we could move on
to helping me instead of making his life better I saw something in James’ eyes
I hadn’t seen before.
Possessiveness. It was like
talking about my dreams in relation to me meant taking them away from him. I promised him that I’d still be willing to
help him out and wouldn’t tell anybody about what we’d done. That I just wanted to make sure to not have a
random nightmare and not hurt somebody.
WHEN I’M ALLOWED TO SPEAK MY VOICE IS SMOOTH, QUIET, WORSHIPFUL,
AND OH SO FEMININE
I thought James understood me. I thought he was going to help me. I never should have been so naïve. My next dream was me sitting silently as various
people asked me about my power and what he had done. The only person I’d answer was James. When I woke up I couldn’t talk about any of
my experiences except for with James.
That should have been the last straw.
Sure, I couldn’t talk about it but I could at least get away from
him. I could have run.
I’M A COCK SUCKING WHORE
James took care of that at our next session. I think this is the first time he outright
lied. Every other time he’d just dance
around the truth and promise me that I’d wakeup in a better situation, never
saying if it was his or my situation that would improve. This time he said he’d undo his last bindings
and let me go. But when I woke up I saw
just how much I could change things. I
had new memories. The judge finding me
to be a danger to myself or others and putting me in James’ charge. I remembered living with him for the past
three months in his palatial estate. I
even saw the legal papers sitting on his desk, tying my freedom to his
signature.
WORSHIPING JAMES MAKES ME HAPPY
We no longer waited for weekly sessions. James got to improving even the most minute
detail of his life every day. His house,
his car, his clothes, his business, his money, his patients. He even got me to dream about politicians. I’m not sure if President Biden wouldn’t have
won, but I do know that I dreamed about the election for four days
straight. And everyday it seemed that he
put some new trigger on me. I no longer
yelled at him or complained about being used.
I no longer cried and actually felt a little happy. But I couldn’t even struggle against what James
was making me do. He took away the
ability to act upon my free will and changed me into a tool he could use.
BEING SEXY FOR MY MAN IS ALL I SHOULD CARE ABOUT
I guess it was natural that I started working on his dream
girl. He met her at some Hollywood party
and she gave him the cold shoulder. I
mean she was an A-list actress after all.
But after the next day it was reported on Page Six that this sexy actress
who could have anybody she wanted was now in a relationship with the famous
psychologist.
KEEPING EYE CONTACT WITH MY SUPERIOR WHILE I WORSHIP HIM
SHOWS HIM I LOVE HIM
Over the next few weeks I made her over so many different ways. I made her a sexual deviant, loving getting
tied up and whipped by James. I made her
perform in porn with dozens of guys, all while James watched and even
directed. I made her so orally fixated
that they couldn’t go out to eat without her slipping under the table to give
him a BJ. I gave her bigger tits, a
fatter ass, longer legs, different colored hair, even a different face.
GRIPPING HIS COCK MAKES HIM FEEL MORE MASCULINE AND MAKES ME
FEEL MORE FEMININE
I’m not sure why he made me put everything back. Maybe it was guilt. Maybe it was realizing every time he changed
her, the entire Hollywood scene changed.
All of her movies and the trajectory of her career careened all over the
place. Sometimes she was a porn start, other
times she was a D-List celebrity, while others she was washed up. So when he made me put it back to rights and
got her starting in the next Marvel superhero movie again, I thought he’d go
out and find another girl to start with all over.
KNEELING SHOWS MY SUBMISSIVENESS
But of course, I was wrong.
I mean, I’m just an air headed bimbo and couldn’t possibly keep up with
my man’s intellect. It would be easier for
him to just make me over. Make me a
better lover for him. I already loved him,
and he’s done so much to help me. So, I’m
not sure how long he’s been working on me, but I know we both love it when I listen
to his soothing voice in my ears while I suck him off. I not only get to be a better girlfriend, he
gets to judge my new techniques first hand and make the next day’s tapes even more
effective.
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