House Call (Procyonix v Celebstars)

[Procyonix]

Dr. Martin Browning hung up the phone. It had been an urgent plea for a house call by his favorite client, the young actress and singer Hailee Steinfield. A age twenty two she was rising quickly in the public eye. A rumored relationship with another hot young celebrity had the media dogs slathering at the mouth for pictures and scoop. And while evidence was slim, there was enough circumstantial evidence to suggest that they were in fact dating. He wondered if this had something to do with her frantic call. She seemed very very upset. And well that was the perk or curse depending on how one perceived it of working celebrity clients. Calls at the oddest hours. He had been in bed already when she called.

Dressing quickly, he dressed for comfort, a pair of black cotton pants and a simple white collared shirt, not a dress shirt, but close enough. Likely, she wouldn't care how he dressed. He on the other hand allowed his mind to drift over what she might be wearing. If he was honest with himself, he had a very unprofessional and wholly inappropriate ideas about her young body. In fact he often masturbated to her pictures on Instagram. He'd attended two of her concerts even, just to watch her.

Getting into his Jaguar, he drove over the country lanes to her small estate outside of London. After getting buzzed in through the wrought iron gate, he drove up the driveway to the house proper. On the surface, it looked every bit the old country style house that was all over Britain. However, this one was much more secluded for obvious reasons. Not to mention filled with some of the latest tech. She had to stay in touch with Hollywood, her agent, and her family. Arriving at the door, he coughed once to clear his mind of thoughts of her sensuous body and what he wanted to do to it for waking him up. Who was he kidding? Waking him up had nothing to do with it. He'd wanted to fuck her for three years now since she started to come to his office.

 

[celebstars]

Tonight was a tragic night for the young star. She had been booked to attend the American Embassy in London to perform one of her songs in front of many ambassadors. A large hall like area with a stage was in front of many seats and tables watching her perform. Things were going well after a few tracks, until she lost her voice. Hailee tried to sing but nothing would come out, she panicked and fled. This was the second time in as many weeks this had happened to her. Was she losing her voice for good?

Shaking, the girl apologised before leaving the building in a car being driven by one of the ambassadors security guards. Crying to herself, she called her therapist who was helping her with anxiety. Over the last three years she had felt she was getting worse and the appointments with the male were becoming more frequent, even to the point where he had to come to her house.

Once at home, Hailee was pacing up down her living room in her outfit, waiting to discuss it with the man who was meant to help her. Hearing a cough at the door, before any knock was given, she ran to it and opened it up to see the doctor. "Oh my god you are here, I've been waiting. I had another attack, or nervous breakdown, I don't know what it is."

 

[Procyonix]

Martin nodded, he'd figured as much. That would be the only reason she would call at this hour. "Well that's not a god thing. They seem to be getting more frequent. Have you been doing your meditation I suggested?" he asked her. She of course gave him a nod. Well, he was relatively certain this was coming from the intense spot light on her because of her new dating situation. This was the first time she had dealt with another celebrity in a romantic fashion, and the spotlight was so intense it could cause her to stress out. He considered his treatment options. So he motioned her to the couch in her living room. He moved to a chair and pulled it close to the couch. "Take your boots off and get comfortable, and we can talk a bit. I have two treatment options for you currently. Both are likely as effective as the other, but the one might make you life a little more difficult. I can either hypnotize you, and see if your subconscious mind knows what is going on, they usually do. Or I can give you sedative. But, the problem with those are that you can't drink alcohol with them, and they have to be registered as they are a narcotic. So everyone would know."

He suspected he knew the answer she would choose, as he intended. Hypnosis would likely solve her problems. Not right away, that would be too easy. No, he would have a little fun with her first. It was a risk of course. Getting caught could cost him his license. But after all, nothing ventured nothing gained. Playing life safe never got you into a young starlets panties, right? And he very much wanted that. He would risk losing his practice and possibly even prison time to get her into his bed, or in this case, him into hers.

 

[celebstars]

She sat on the white leather couch. A couch that was very expensive and cost thousands of English pounds. Unzipping her boots and sliding them off her feet, they were put to one side while she sat back. Looking up at the ceiling, Hailee ran her fingers through her hair and listened to him talk. "Hypnosis?" Now looking at him. "My friend did that to stop his fear of flying. Now he can travel. Do you think it would work for me?" She crossed her legs up on the couch, sitting like a small child would on the floor. But with her dress, she was showing her blue panties under her dress. "I don't want anyone to know though. This is meant to be confidential."

 

[Procyonix]

He nodded, having her attention. Both for his purposes, and the truth, hypnosis was her better choice. "It think so, yes. The advantage of hypnosis is that it works with the subconscious mind. First, I can ask your mind why this is happening. Likely as not, your brain knows on some level, but refuses to share that information. I have my suspicions, but until I get confirmation, I will keep them to myself." He was nearly certain, but until he could say for sure, he wouldn't bring i up, as it would make her harder to hypnotize, especially for the part he wanted for himself. And that would be bad.

 

[celebstars]

Still sitting on the couch, listening and looking at him, Hailee nodded. "OK, then lets do it. I don't see why not. It's all confidential here and I trust you. Talking doesn't have seemed to work. "Do I need to do anything to prepare for this? Will it be our next appointment? I'm sorry I called you out so late. You must hate me"

 

[Procyonix]

Martin smiled at her politely, "Just relax, and follow my instructions, and you'll be under in no time. You don't have to be anywhere in the morning I assume? This will take some time." All night if he had his way. He would fuck her silly. He so wanted to empty his heavy overfilled balls in her tight pussy. "And no, I don't hate you. You're my client, my job is to be available when I am needed. That's the price of celebrity clients." And soon, he thought to himself, she would be available when needed. He would certainly plant that in her subconscious.

Once she was settled he instructed her in the basics of hypnotism, watch the pocket watch he still used for such things, to do nothing but watch it, and listen to the sounds of his voice. And if she did so, it wasn't long before she would be under he suspected.

 

[celebstars]

It was good to hear he didn't hate her. That he was there for her. Hailee knew he wasn't a friend, that this was a professional relationship. She managed to calm herself before finally sitting up a little, back straight, legs still crossed on the couch and looking at the watch once it came in to view. It began to swing, left to right, left to right, in the same rhythm over and over again. Those gorgeous eyes of hers, which her boyfriend loved when she gave head, fixated on the pocket watch until they grew heavy. Although still open, they closed slightly, almost like she was squinting. Hailee then went under his spell.

 

[Procyonix]

Martin watched her go under. First he would take care of business. The true reason she was under. Probing questions as he talked in that soft melodic voice that it seemed every psychiatrist used with their patients. And he had been right. It was the added pressure of her not even being able to get a kiss backstage without it being all over the headlines. Her relationship with another actor had become THE thing. It was everywhere. And the pressure was clearly getting to her. To the point where her own subconscious was sabotaging her, trying to get her out of the limelight. For a moment, he felt for her. It couldn't be easy to be in her shoes. Handlers and Agents could be your worst enemies sometimes, because they got paid the bigger their star was. And at barely 22, she'd been in the spot light for quite some time between her acting ability and her signing she was already well known. and those who didn't know her, were learning all about her from a leaked blurry photo of her snogging her boyfriend.

Well he understood she had needs that the limelight didn't allow her to fill. So he would take care of that for her. First he touched his phone to hers to get her address book for other starlets that might need his services. Then he started to set some programming into her. First he did shut down the internal sabotage. Instead, he programmed her that when that need came, to call him, and he would under the guise of her therapist scratch her itch out of the view of the cameras and paparazzi. Taking what was already there, he found her already submissive naturally, and tuned it. "Hailee, you want to do as I tell you, always. Anything I tell you to, right? You're a good little submissive. You want to make a powerful man who can take care of you happy."

Even as she was under, she would be able to sense things around her, Sensations and the sort. Deciding to use that to his advantage, he moved to the couch next to her. Moving a a trembling hand to her body, he cupped her full breasts through the shiny silver dress and the sports bra likely beneath given her show's movements. Regardless of the material between his hand and the soft flesh beneath, it felt glorious. But he wanted more. So he stood her up, and turned her around, unzipping her dress and allowing it to slide down her body. The sports bra came next. Followed by the fishnets. He like stockings, but fishnets were not his favorites. Finally, he pulled her panties off until she stood fully naked before him. Guiding her back to the couch, he rubbed his hands along her thighs, parting them enough to let his fingers explore her, tease her. To arouse her body. He gave her breasts and pussy a great deal of attention, sucking hard nipples, and teasing her clit gently. Once he was satisfied that the was ready to have sex, he backed off. It was time. He wondered if he could make her give head in this state, but decided not to try. He would simply leave a programming word in her to trigger the submissive in her and her arousal.

Pushing her down onto the couch, laying on her stomach, he moved behind her. Undressing himself, he put his cock at her slippery and hot pussy. God was she hot and wet. Telling her softly, "I want you to be aware of what is going on, you are able to speak, however you are still not truly awake. Whenever you hear the word "caunion" you will revert to this aroused and aware but not awake state, is that understood?"