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Author's Note: Hypnosis/Mind Control is among my favored fetishes and I've researched it a little to come to a realization. It has nothing to do with swinging pocket watches, flashing designs, or swirling images. Real hypnosis is nothing compared to what you see in cartoons or comics.

Real hypnosis is simply placing someone who has already consented to the process in a relaxed state of mind. It is a process that clears away a person's worries temporarily and enhances their focus and sharpens their memory. It weakens their everyday inhibitions without removing them completely. It helps people come to important conclusions and allows therapists to work with their patients past their emotional barriers.

I've decided to combine fact with fiction and I believe I have applied a unique variation of hypnosis to my story. I invite you to enjoy it.

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A fourteen-year-old Dalmatian named Jeremy hardly had anything going for him in life. He was a short canine for his age and rather slim, not by choice mind you. He had a smooth physique and beautiful spotted fur. Included among his desirable features were an adorable set of ears that looked as though they had been dipped in permanent ink and a black-tipped tail to match. He sported the geekiest pair of glasses on his face, enormously round with somewhat thick lenses that magnified his creamy coffee-colored eyes.

He and his family moved to another state when his father received a job transfer in the middle of Jeremy's first year of high school. His excellent performance in each of his classes coupled with his perfect attendance during the first couple of months at his new school immediately marked him as a geek. Being a transfer student and a freshman only worsened his situation, but finding friends even in his own age group was a difficult task.

One Friday afternoon, Jeremy gathered his backpack and other essential materials he'd need to complete his weekend assignments. As he neared the school exit, his frown attracted the attention of the school counselor, Mr. Strypp. Mr. Strypp was a tall black panther in his late twenties and not at all athletic, which made relating to him easy for students similar to Jeremy.

"Good afternoon, Jeremy." The counselor greeted warmly.

The Dalmatian turned slightly and gazed directly into the panther‘s green eyes. "Oh, hey there, Mr. Strypp." Jeremy replied unenthusiastically. He had seen the counselor a couple times before for help dealing with his current social problems.

"You seem upset about something; would you like to talk about it?" Mr. Strypp offered.

"Not really, I just want to get home and enjoy my weekend." Jeremy answered.

"Are you sure? I have something to show you, I think you'll like it." Mr. Strypp passively insisted.

"I guess I can take a look." Jeremy conceded to the panther's delight.

"Fantastic! Follow me." Mr. Strypp seemed a little more cheerful than he normally appeared and Jeremy never imagined that even possible.

They walked down a large and busy hall until they reached the door leading into the counselor's office. Mr. Strypp opened the door and ushered Jeremy inside. The powerful aroma of incense soon overwhelmed the student's sense of smell. He breathed in deeply several times, finding the air thicker inside the office than out in the hall. Some of the tension in his body seemed to vanish after his first minute of exposure to the smell. Mr. Strypp gave him a friendly nudge forward when the Dalmatian seemed to have lost his focus.

Jeremy found it a little difficult to see in the room. Only an assortment of lit candles along a few wall-mounted shelves illuminated the office, they too filled the room with their own welcoming scent. "Isn't it against policy to light candles inside the school?" Jeremy asked with a softening voice.

Mr. Strypp chuckled a little. "Don't worry about it, Jeremy. I've already taken care of everything."

Jeremy noticed another recent addition to the office. The couch that once rested against the wall had been replaced by a padded massage table. "What's that for?" Jeremy pointed and asked with concern.

"Jeremy, I am going to help you. That's my job, to help you. You want me to help you, don't you?" The panther said.

The warmth and aromas thickening the office air only worsened Jeremy's exhaustion, exhaustion brought on by five stressful days at his high school. After a few minutes of exposure to the atmosphere of Mr. Strypp's office, all he felt like doing was relaxing, making him highly susceptible to suggestion. "Yes." Jeremy replied truthfully; all of his worries, doubts, and inhibitions were rapidly dissolving.

"Then I need you to do something for me, Jeremy." His counselor said. "It's very simple and if you can do a couple easy things for me, I'll help you."

"What do you need?" Jeremy weakly asked.

"Trust me and follow my instructions. You can do that for me, can't you, Jeremy? You want me to help you, don‘t you?" At this point, Mr. Strypp shut and locked his office door. He had secretly changed the lock on his door so that no one with a spare or master key could open it.

"I want help, I will trust you." Jeremy said, falling deeply into a compliant state.

"Good boy, you like being called a good boy, don‘t you? You want to be a good boy because good boys get the help they need."

"I want to be a good boy." Jeremy droned.

"Then take off your clothes, Jeremy. Take them off slowly." Mr. Strypp ordered.

"But that's wrong, undressing in front of you." Jeremy barely managed to protest.

"Don't worry; I'm not going to hurt you. You can trust me. I'm here to help you, remember? You want my help." Mr. Strypp continued instructing Jeremy to relax and trust in him. "Imagine that your clothing is your armor against pain, but there is no pain in here and you don't need your protection in here. It is a burden and you want to take it off. Remove your armor, Jeremy so that you can relax."

"I feel so heavy, must lighten up." Jeremy spoke simply and complied, beginning by slipping his school uniform vest and shirt from his torso; he dropped both carelessly to the floor.

Mr. Strypp stared at the young teen's curves and spotted coat, there was hardly any muscle definition to the young one's physique. "How deliciously feminine." He muttered to himself.

Jeremy glanced over at the adult with sudden concern. "What did you say?"

"I was just remarking at how good you look. You're attractive and you‘re such a good boy, Jeremy." Mr. Strypp answered; the flattering statement brought a smile to the Dalmatian‘s face. "Please continue so that I can help you, so that I can take care of your needs."

"Yes, sir." Jeremy responded.

He followed orders by taking a seat on the massage table where he untied and removed his tennis shoes from his feet. Next, he slipped his socks off. "Good boy. With your chest and feet exposed, you feel free, comfortable, and very relaxed. You're almost done, Jeremy, but now comes the hard part, your pants and underwear. Remove them and show me your intimacy." Mr. Strypp continued implanting suggestions into the student's susceptible mind.

Jeremy stood up and removed his belt from his pants, unfastened the button, and finally pulled the zipper down. He allowed his pants to fall to his ankles as though it was the most natural thing to do in the world. His belt fell from his hand and landed on the carpet near his pants where it lay forgotten by both males in the room. "I feel good. Am I a good boy, Mr. Strypp?" Jeremy asked with a wanting gaze that expressed his need for recognition.

The counselor was distracted by Jeremy's thighs, which were comparatively thick and round to the rest of his slim body. Only a pair of briefs remained attached to the boy's near-naked body. "Yes, such a very good boy." Mr. Strypp eventually answered, sounding mesmerized himself. "Keep going, Jeremy." He ordered when he finally regained his focus.

Jeremy happily stepped over his fallen pants, advanced toward Mr. Strypp, and stopped less than a foot away from him. There, the canine bent down to pull his underwear off, but the panther suddenly placed his left hand beneath Jeremy's chin and forced him to look up. "Turn around and do it." Mr. Strypp said, smiling.

Jeremy nodded and faced the other direction as soon as the counselor's hand left his chin. Mr. Strypp's cock hardened simply from him staring at the boy's covered ass. When the undies actually left the student's rear, the counselor salivated over his vulnerable and exposed rim. Mr. Strypp's excitement elevated and was hard-pressed to contain himself when he saw the boy's balls from behind.

He managed to stop himself from taking Jeremy with a self-reminder that the cute little pup wasn't ready and required additional conditioning. "Good boy." He praised and received a smile full of blush when Jeremy turned to stare back at him. "Now lie flat on your stomach on the massage table where I'll really start helping you."

Again, Jeremy complied; after positioning himself properly, his counselor stepped over next to him and gave him a friendly scratch behind his left ear. Jeremy closed his eyes from the sudden comfort it brought him. His mouth hung open in a goofy smile, but it went unnoticed by Mr. Strypp. "I'm going to massage you, Jeremy. All you have to do is lie still and enjoy it."

"Okay." Jeremy mumbled.

Mr. Strypp began by pressing his palms against the teen's shoulders and moving them in a smooth, circular, and back and forth motion. "With every second I spend working the tension out of your body, all of your worries and responsibilities are leaving you with it."

Jeremy immediately began feeling the results, every painful memory and hurtful thought he still possessed started dissolving slowly from his mind. He felt far more relaxed than ever before; his gleeful smile revealed he enjoyed the experience, probably more so than anything else he had done in his life.

Jeremy whimpered discontentedly and his ears pricked up when his counselor stopped treating his shoulders and felt the adult‘s hands shifting toward his spine. "Don't worry Jeremy, trust me and relax. There's more to come." Mr. Strypp soon continued by sliding his palms up and down along Jeremy's back. "This is all you want, isn't it? Someone to give you attention and to make you feel good."

"Yes." Jeremy immediately answered.

Mr. Strypp smirked to himself and kept massaging the canine's spine for nearly another minute. He moved onto the hips after awhile, pressing his palms into them and moving them slowly around the area. "You enjoy being touched, don't you Jeremy?" He asked.

"Yes." Jeremy answered.

The panther‘s hands left Jeremy‘s hips and slid slowly along his legs until they stopped at his ankles. "Jeremy, do you enjoy having an older man touch you?" Mr. Strypp further questioned.

"Yes." Jeremy replied.

Mr. Strypp began stroking each of Jeremy‘s legs starting from his ankles and moving back up along his legs. His hands slid back down and he repeated the process. "You love how I make you feel."

"I do."

After about the tenth time his hands touched Jeremy‘s ankles, he targeted the boy‘s padded soles next by pressing his palms comfortably into them and rotating his hands slowly. "You love me."

"I do."

Mr. Strypp walked over to Jeremy's head where he continued the therapy/mind enslavement process by massaging the back of his neck. "Then come live with me in my house. You know I'll take good care of you. You won't have to worry about anything ever again. All you have to do is relax and enjoy listening to me, obeying me, and being touched by me."

"I want to live with you." Jeremy said.

"Then forget everything, Jeremy. Forget your name, forget your family, forget everything you've learned except for what I've taught you, forget this school and everyone in it except for me. Remember only me, your love for me, your faith in me, and obey only me." As he spoke, Jeremy's memories quickly dissipated into eternal darkness along with his identity, personality, and knowledge. "Now, sit up."

Mr. Strypp stood back and even though the straight-A student no longer knew how to talk, he seemed to have understood the panther because he obeyed and took a seated position on the massage table. "Good boy." After that statement, Mr. Strypp began pondering something for a moment. "I think I'll call you, Catcher." He eventually decided aloud and Catcher's mindless smile indicated he felt like a good boy indeed.