The Chronicle's of Laura - Marie - part 1

I know this is a sequel to Sore and i haven't posted last part yet, but before i finish i need to spend some time doing practical not just theory.

chapter 1

Laura was bored, she had few exciting challenges these days, all her patients were under her spell, and she needed something outside the norm to break the monotony of her day. The clients that visited she would judge and depending on her mood, activate their inner selves and have a fun session or shut them down in silence for an hour before sending them on their way, each patient left feeling happy and in control of their lives because they had been told with a single phrase that was the case. Their issues no longer a worry and happily buried deep in their psyche.

She had recently started a dangerous game of using her patients to bring strangers into her trap, and in her most recent experiment a client named Annabella had brought her the most perfect girl who she was currently fucking but Laura was never settled and was waiting for the next moment of inspiration to try the experiment again.

When her secretary brought in the Mclaughlin family, her internal radar went active. The mother and father looked like they had stepped out of a reality show, he was tall dark and handsome if she had found men handsome, the wife looked like one of the glammed-up housewives of Beverley hills, with short brown hair, almond eyes, and a surgery enhanced 36d breasts. The daughter trailed in sullenly a few feet behind them, with long dark hair and dressed as a goth in black dress and cardigan, makeup wiping out most traces of her femininity.

The husband and wife sat on the chairs in front of her desk with the daughter choosing to sit on one of several chairs placed against the wall.

“You were recommended to us by Faith Palmerston.” The wife opened the conversation.

“Oh yes that was very kind of her.” Inwardly Laura congratulated herself on planting that desire amongst her patients to spread the word of her services, but only to attractive females.

“I am Marie this is my husband Ted and this is our daughter Isobel.”

“It is a pleasure to meet you all and how do you feel I can help you today?”

“We have brought our daughter to you because she insists she likes girls, obviously she
needs to get rid of this ridiculousness but she is being very silly about it.”

“I see and you are both of the same opinion?”

“My husband agrees with me.”

He nodded his head in agreement, typical guy letting his bitch lead him by the balls Laura thought as she presented a calm mask of professionalism.

“And I take it that Isobel is not in agreement?”

“Correct, we have the end of semester ball coming up and we cannot have the embarrassment of Isobel going dressed like that with such an unsavory outlook.”

“I understand perfectly.” Laura noticed that the more they talked the deeper the girls’ frown
became, her arms crossed in front of her in an act of defiance.

“I think I can help of course but it means changing your approach and all three of you wanting change.”

“We do.” Marie replied.

Neither Ted or the girl had yet spoken.

“I think Isobel might be more open if she didn’t feel it was two against one so what I propose is that I arrange for you and Isobel to come one session and your husband and Isobel another, it doesn’t matter the order, and then you will see progress being made. Now I think for today if we agree that we take that route forward I would like five minutes alone with Isobel to explain that we are not against her and want what’s best for her.”

“Yes of course, thank you.”

Laura stood up dictating to the husband and wife that they were to leave.

“My secretary will arrange a slot for you both.” Laura said pressing a button on her desk, in response a slim girl with long brown hair and olive colored skin wearing a dark grey skirt and white blouse entered and led the couple away. Laura was pleased that both the husband and daughter had ran their eyes over her assistant during the brief moment she was in the room.

“Hello Isobel.” Laura turned to the girl who had resumed glaring at her.

“I can sense your hostility but what if I told you I could help you.”

“No, you can’t, I don’t need help.” Came the sullen reply, cold and hostile.

"But I can, what if I told you I also like girls, and your parents are wrong.” The predator picked up a pen and notepad and walked across the room to the girl.

The girl looked startled not expecting that approach.

Laura continued. “And what if I said we used these sessions to change their outlook not yours, would you be more acceptable to my services.”

The comment brought the first smile from the goth girl, and it transformed her into a beautiful young woman.

“Yes I would like that.” She spoke softly now, aggression gone from her voice.

“I thought you would, write your email down on this pad.” 

The girl quickly scribbled her email address on the pad and returned them to Laura who placed it on to an empty chair.

“So, before I let you join your parents can I ask one question?”

“Yes.” The girl looked up with trustful eyes.

“Have you ever kissed a girl before?”

“No, I haven’t.” Isobel blushed.

“Then stand up and kiss me so that you know you can trust me.”

Isobel stood up slowly and nervously twirled her hair with her finger as Laura took a step forward closing the distance between them and reaching out took her victim in her arms and placed the softest kiss on her lips.

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes I do.” The breathless reply was whispered.

“Good then remember they will want to see progress every session, but it will be on your terms, mummy and daddy need to see that girls who like girls are normal do you agree?”

“Yes I do.” She repeated.

“Then put that frown back and go and join them and start thinking of all the straight girls you are going to seduce. Check your email later tonight and next session I will want a longer kiss. Does that sound acceptable?”

“Yes.” There was color in the girl’s cheeks, no longer embarrassment but excitement.

Laura watched the door close and thought with a grin that she had found a cure for her boredom.

First session

“Hello, it is nice to meet you both again, at this stage I think that rather than have a confrontational approach I should speak to you both separately so Isobel if you could wait in the reception area, I will speak to your mother first.”

“I don’t think that keeping her out of the meeting will help. If she isn’t going to be present, then I might be wasting my time.” Marie said causing Laura to think ‘I know where the daughter gets her coldness from, I will teach you very soon Marie dear’.”

“I can understand you thinking that but let me explain, Isobel if you could leave, thank you.”

Laura waited until the door was closed before resuming.

“The reason I ask at the beginning to see you both separately is because your daughter is clearly in a defensive mode so anything you are saying, and I try to say will just be met with resistance. If you want that approach then you do not need me, but what I suggest, and will be successful is we de-escalate the situation and then you can force your wishes on her.”

“I am prepared to try this method but if I do not see signs of improvement I will leave.” None of the coldness had left her voice. This was a woman used to getting her own way.

”I fully understand, now then for this session let us see if we can put a stop to the battling so we can work on resolving. I totally agree with your views on lesbians, but if we are to bring Isobel back from the brink you will have to appear more tolerant so that she listens to your views.”

Finally, the mother’s expression softened. “So, what do you propose.”

Laura's office was full of hypnosis inducing objects, behind her desk hung a mobile of clouds that would swirl slowly  and drag an inductee down into sleep, on her desk she had an elaborate Newtons cradle that she used on the more hyperactive clients, she had 3 different sized lamps placed around the room that would descend in dimness when watched, in her drawer she had a pocket watch and necklace which she used on occasion, but today she sensed that the woman in front of her would not relax enough for any of them to take hold and decided to use light hypnosis.

All her electronic switches were programmed into her desk phone, so she did not raise suspicion when activating. She pressed a button on the console and a few moments later a series of gaseous lights started to light up on a mirrored object fastened to the wall behind her but visible to Marie. The lights slowly formed and dissipated in a random manner not dissimilar to the effect of a lava lamp.

“What I would suggest is that you make a statement such as

‘I accept that girls loving girls is not a sin, but I don’t think it’s for you.’

‘Lesbianism is perfectly natural, but I don’t think it’s for you.’

She watched Marie’s face show a look of disgust.

“I understand your feelings, I feel it too, but the strength of those statements is that you are telling her you are not homophobic in fact your perfectly reasonable, but the choice is not for her, in the same way you might say Opera isn’t for everybody.  By demonstrating these statements, you take the fight out of her, she can’t be defensive because now you appear tolerant.”

Marie nodded in understanding accepting the argument.

“So, let’s try those two statements

‘I accept that girls loving girls is not a sin, but I don’t think it’s for you.’

‘Lesbianism is perfectly natural, but I don’t think it’s for you.’

Laura read out aloud her finger pressing down on a button for part of the message, behind her colors that had been random now became a static pattern and deep in Marie’s subconscious the message was received as

PURPLE/PINK CLOUD PATTERN 7 - I accept that girls loving girls is not a sin.

PURPLE/PINK CLOUD PATTERN 8 - Lesbianism is perfectly natural.

The rest of the spoken statements were left to wither in her consciousness.

Marie nodded her head in agreement at the theory.

“Why don’t you repeat them to make sure you can tell her accurately as we have discussed.” Laura prompted her and as Marie spoke the therapist pressed on the button.

“‘I accept that girls loving girls is not a sin, but I don’t think it’s for you.”

“‘Lesbianism is perfectly natural, but I don’t think it’s for you.”

And once again the colors were synchronized in her mind as,

PURPLE/PINK CLOUD PATTERN 7 - I accept that girls loving girls is not a sin.

PURPLE/PINK CLOUD PATTERN 8 - Lesbianism is perfectly natural.

The subliminal messages would stay in her sub-consciousness until the same color sequence activated the statements.

“I really think that for today it is as basic as that, I know its been a short session, but we will have longer deeper sessions once the ground rules have been accepted. If I could just see Isobel for 2 minutes, I think we are done.” Laura stood and Marie in a rare submissive role copied her action.

“So will tomorrow with Ted be similar?”

“I expect it to be yes, all we are doing is setting parameters which will contain the arguments, and once that is established it is easier to win because you refer all parties to the agreed ground rules.”

“I think you have the ideal solution; I will see your secretary to make a time for tomorrow.” Marie was determined to reestablish the dominant role in the situation and Laura let her on this occasion, now was not the time to crush her.

As Marie went out her daughter Isobel came in.

“Hello, my defiant lesbian, how are you today?”

Isobel giggled “I am fine thanks.”

Laura walked to her desk and took from a drawer a small light projector. “Put this in your bag and set it up in your room, tell your mother it helps you to relax to study. Enter the settings 7 and 8 and you will start to notice Mum being less antagonistic towards your life choices.

The girl took the device and put it in her bag.

“Did you read your email last night?”

“Yes.” Spoken shyly.

“And are you wearing a black bra under your top?”

“Yes.” Softly spoken as color inflamed her cheeks.

“The next time you come, wear a blouse, I will check to see. Now you promised me a longer kiss.”

The girl looked at the floor color sweeping through her face and neck.

“Isobel.”

The girl looked up and met her eyes.

“Walk into my arms.”

Laura held her arms out wide.

The girl walked towards her.