Ask Your Doctor About Obedience

This story continues the events of "Side Effects Include Obedience". Feel free to enjoy this as a standalone, but if you want Prya's full story, you may want to start there.

"This is your Mistress." I held up my phone for Catherine, displaying a picture of Mistress Rebecca. "You live to serve your mistress and obey her every command," I said firmly.

Catherine was a young woman with pale skin and dark hair, recently out of college. She'd been taking Hypnex for about two weeks now. As a result, she was putty in my hands, completely helpless.

I took her phone and put in Mistress's number. "I've added her number to your phone. When you leave the office, you'll call her and tell her that you're her slave. Then you'll wait for commands. Is that clear?" I said.

"Yes..." She sounded dazed.

"Excellent. Well I believe that's everything for today. Checkout is just around the corner. Let us know if you need anything else."

Catherine slowly rose from the exam table and wandered towards checkout, like a sleepwalker.

Another slave for mistress. I breathed a sigh of relief. I had obeyed and enslaved another of my patients. Obeying gave me a moment of clarity when the drumbeat of Mistress's orders was the quietest. A couple of months had passed since I started taking Hypnex and had become Mistress's slave. I still hadn't found a chance to try and go to the police. I could only talk about Hypnex as a sleeping pill so it made ratting her out challenging to say the least.

I sighed and moved to the next exam room. My assistant, Paige, handed me his papers. Paige had brown hair with blonde highlights that fell to her chin. She wore light blue scrubs.

The new patient, Greg Simmons, was some sort of traveling performer. He had come in for allergies, but of course I'd do my best to prescribe him Hypnex and enslave him just like I'd done to Catherine. Must make new slaves for mistress. The familiar drumbeat of commands already started up in my head again. Making it hard to think. Must obey Mistress.

I knocked on the exam room door and then entered. "So Greg, what brings you in today?" I said casually.

He smiled. He had a square jaw with a neatly trimmed beard. "Just some allergies. I just got into to town yesterday and I guess I'm not used to the pollen here. I can't be sniffling for my show tonight," he said in a calm baritone.

"What kind of show is that?" I said trying to sound interested.

"I'm a stage hypnotist. I normally operate out of Vegas, so not as much pollen. But the show's been doing pretty well there and my agent suggested I go on tour."

Must make more slaves for mistress. "Well we can certainly give you something for that. But is there anything else I can help you with? How's your sleep?"

"I sleep fine. I'm something of a master of relaxation." He smiled like that was supposed to be a joke.

Of course I couldn't take no for an answer. "Are you sure? Staying up late for shows must throw off your sleep schedule. We've got a great new sleeping pill called Hypnex that I could give you."

"Hypnex? That's an unusual name. Did you make that up for me since I'm a hypnotist?" He asked chuckling.

"No I'm not that creative. I think they just call it that because it puts you to sleep. It's very effective. I use it myself," I answered.

He looked pensive. "It's just that hypnosis doesn't actually put you to sleep. It puts you into a deep trance where you're open to suggestions. Does this put you to sleep or into a trance?"

Wait did he understand what the pills did? Even if he just suspected something maybe I could use him to get a message out. I must enslave him for mistress. No! I began pushing back against the commands. It felt like holding my breath. "It puts me to sleep." I said putting special emphasis on the word "sleep."

He paused as if considering what I said. "Does it put you to sleep? Or put you to sleeeep?" He asked stretching out and emphasizing the word.

"It puts me to sleeeep." I responded hoping he understood. I didn't know how much longer I could hold my breath. My throat already felt tight.

"So you're in a deep trance right now? Deeply asleep."

"Deeply asleep." I answered nodding.

"Deeply asleeeep?" He stretched out the word asleep even more. Why did he keep saying that? It was getting stuck in my head. All I could think about was sleep.

"Yes. Deeply asleee..."

"SLEEP!" He interrupted, pulling me forward.

I crumpled over, head falling into my lap. I slept deeply and peacefully, more peacefully than I had in a long time.

Greg kept talking, guiding me down and relaxing me. It felt so nice to just listen to his voice. To follow and obey him.

He told me to sit up and explain what's going on.

I sluggishly raised my head. My eyes opened, but I didn't see anything. I stared ahead. "Mistress uses Hypnex to make her victims open to suggestion. Then she commands us to obey only her and become her slaves," I explained calmly. For some reason I could talk openly about Mistresses's plans now. Greg's command that I explain seemed as important as her commands that I keep her secrets.

Greg looked surprised. "You can't be serious. There's really a drug that does that?" He asked, incredulous.

I continued staring blankly ahead. "Very serious."

"Do you want me to try and break you out of her control?"

"Obeying is like breathing. I need to obey." I answered automatically. "But I don't like what she makes me do. I don't want to hurt my patients."

He paused to think again while I continued staring at the wall.

Finally he spoke. "Alright. I guess I know what to do then. Sleep!"

My eyes closed and my head fell back down. His voice continued speaking, words drifting into my mind. I could hear my own voice answering him. But I didn't know what I was saying. I was too deeply asleep for that. I know I agreed to something.

Master told me to imagine a chalk board floating in front of me and I could see it. Then he told me to imagine all of Mistress's commands written on the board and I could see them written in front of me as clearly as they were etched into my mind.

Then Master told me to erase them. One at a time, I did it. The command to enslave my patients, gone. The command to only talk about Hypnex as a sleeping pill, dust. The command to see Rebecca as my mistress, erased. My mind felt calm and blank, no more commands from Rebecca. Now there was only Master's voice.

When I woke up I was straddling Master on the exam table. His body felt warm against mine. I blinked a few times as I realized what I was doing. "Master? How did I get in your lap? Wait did I call you Master?"

Master smiled sheepishly. "Yeah sorry about that. I had to make you see me as your Master or I couldn't undo the commands you already had. Your subconscious was very insistent that it needed someone to obey. "

I nodded. That made sense. "But how did I get on top of you?" I said not in a particular hurry to get up.

"That surprised me. I just told you come over to me to see how you'd respond and then you did this. That's why I woke you up actually."

"Oh I see. Rebecca would use me for my body a lot. So I guess that's what I expected. Wait Rebecca? I called her Rebecca!? You did it!" I threw my arms around him.

"Well sort of. I could only transfer her control to me, I couldn't get rid of it all together."

"Wait! You're not going to try and make me hypnotize my patients are you!? I don't care if you're my Master. I don't want to do that." I said firmly.

"What? No. Why would I do that?"

"I don't know. That's what Rebecca wanted."

"Well I promise I'm not interested in your patients." He paused, thinking again. "I'm just interested in the woman who's on top of me right now," he said grinning. I could feel a shift in his pants.

I blushed. "Oh right. Do you want me to get up?"

"No. I want you to stay," he admitted, blushing himself.

"Then your wish is my command, Master." I don't know if I'd always been so submissive, or if it was a result of spending months as a brainwashed slave. But obeying him felt good, very good.

I leaned my face closer to his. He leaned in too. I closed my eyes. I could feel the warmth of his breath on my lips. I leaned closer for a kiss.

Knock Knock. The door opened. Dr Kumar. Is everything ok? You've been in here a long time. Oh my god." Paige entered the room to find me straddling a patient. "Dr. Kumar! What are you doing?" She held a hand over her gasping mouth her clipboard clattered to the ground.

"Paige, it's not what you think," I stammered.

Master didn't miss a beat. "It's alright Paige. Just take deep, steady breaths and let yourself relax. Every breath relaxes you more. You're very surprised. It's important for you to calm down and relax. Just keep breathing and relaxing. Your eyes are getting heavier and heavier with every second." He spoke calmly but firmly.

Paige's eyes began to blink. "What? What are you talking about." I could see her staring to blink.

"You're doing so well Paige. You've had such a long day. You feel so sleepy, incredibly heavy and sleepy, like it's hard to even keep your eyes open."

Her eyelids began to droop. "I... What? Sleepy?" She sounded disoriented.

"That's right. In fact you're so sleepy Paige that you've been daydreaming, imagining things."

"Imagining?" She said with a slow, heavy cadence.

"Yes that's right. Everything you saw in here, you just imagined. You imagined it because you were day dreaming and fantasizing."

"Fantasizing," Paige repeated dully.

"That's right. What you're seeing right now is just your fantasy. You know in reality Dr Kumar and I are sitting professionally across from each other."

Paige nodded.

"Now you're certain. you're imagining everything you're seeing right now because you're tired and horny. You're very embarrassed about what you thought you saw. You need to go to the bathroom and masturbate to clear your head."

Paige nodded vacantly again.

"Good girl. Now Paige. Wide awake."

Paige shook her head a few times. "Oh gosh. Sorry for scaring you, doctor. You wouldn't believe what I thought I just saw. I think I've just been working too hard. Excuse me. I'm going to run the restroom." She quickly closed the door and scampered away.

"You dog! That was devious. And here you act all innocent," I gasped.

"Well I never claimed I was a saint. Besides I can't have you getting in trouble," he said innocently.

"No we certainly can't have any trouble." I kissed him, deeply, hungrily. The first kiss I chose for myself in a long time. It felt wonderful.

When our lips parted we smiled at each other for what felt like an eternity.

Then he cleared his throat. "We probably should figure out what to do about Rebecca."

"Oh that's right! That Bitch! I can finally go to the police!" I yelped, sitting up straight.

"I'm not sure that's such a good idea. Think about it. We'll sound crazy. And if they do take us seriously, we would be putting ourselves on the radar of a multi-billion dollar company with a lot to lose and no morals," he cautioned.

"Those are all good points. But we can't just let them keep brainwashing people. I can't anyway."

Master smiled. "Don't worry. I have something else in mind for her. But first I have an important question."

"Yes, what is it Master?" I asked, looking up into his dark brown eyes.

He sniffled. "Can I get that allergy medication?"