Behind the Closed Door - Part 4

“I have been talking to Debbie, Charlie, and I think that she could be having a growing disorder within her that is beyond normal reasoning and conventional therapy,” said Charlotte in a soft but precise voice. Charlie, glued to the phone was at his wits ends with his young wife. He could not understand how since her last discipline session he had noticed a clear improvement, then a deterioration in her stability with mood swings way out of normal.

In somewhat levelled moments, Debbie had told him how she felt, how anxious she had become about herself. They had gone to the doctor, but all he could prescribe were some medicaments that made of her like a zombie, and it was obvious that she could not work in such a condition. In addition, they bloated her. Then they went to a doctor in nutrition who analyzed everything, and came up with some things to improve which she tried to adjust to. But with her mood swings, that therapy was soon forgotten; she could not hold to it because it required self discipline. She was clearly pitiful to watch. Some days she would eat nothing, other times, she would drink herself under the table, and other times she would eat everything in sight.

Finally they went to an endocrinologist who found a number of disorders. She went through a number of shots. Her health improved rapidly, but then the insurance company had the therapy stop because it was way above her expected amount of health benefits. So this doctor gave her the best he knew in terms of over the counter products that would help her some, but it was not near adequate though she followed through this time.
What Charlotte observed was correct. Debbie turned some thoughts in her head that finally affected her mental balance, and everything then tipped upside down till she hit bottom, close to a full blown depression. At that time, out of pity, she would intervene with her for a couple of days, and bring her out of that psychosis, to give it a name. She would give her back confidence, and Debbie could then return to work having not lost too much time. But the strain could be seen, and Charlotte knew that she could not do this for her indefinitely.

“What do you propose then?” Charlie asked, not knowing what else to say.

“Well, our roommate Katrin has a friend out of Lyon, France. Her name is Nadia. She is in latex too; she has a psychology degree and has developed a conditioning therapy through hypnosis. I have been talking to her at length about Debbie, and she thinks that she could assist her. I have other clients who are going to share in the cost of bringing her here.”

“What kind of budget are we looking at?” asked Charlie having no other intelligent question to ask. He knew nothing about hypnosis anyway.

“Well, that depends how many hours she will require. But since it is a cash deal, it would  be reasonable. After all it is Debbie’s mental health we are seeking to save.”

“How will she be after the therapy?” woke up Charlie. He did not mind it, but he wondered if Debbie would be mental for the rest of her days, and he was starting to  become somewhat anxious.

“Let’s say that I am 95 % sure it will be much better than it is now,” replied Charlotte with a calming tone.

“Well, I should like to meet her apart from Debbie, first, and talk with her at length, for I need to understand it all before.”

“It goes with saying. Nadia arrives in two days. I will give you a call when she is there, and we can meet in a discrete coffee shop.”

“Thank you, Charlotte. Bye”

Charlie was losing hope about Debbie. He was pulling at straws with a condition he never had expected in that lovely girl of his. It was true that on her side of the family there had been depressions, and a couple of suicides, but these people were much much older than Debbie, and it was a long time ago when medicine was primitive. In any case he did not want her to be committed because he had heard a lot of horror stories about what happened with some nurses of either sex in those wards, and Debbie was much too fragile for such exposure.

A couple of days later, Charlotte, Katrin, Nadia and Charlie sat down around a small table. The music was gentle, the establishment in good taste for such a sensitive discussion. Charlie felt relieved in the fact that no time would be wasted about describing Debbie to Nadia, a lovely woman of around thirty years of age, a petite brunette with large brown expressive eyes. Her round face and darting eyes, her tiny and nicely shaped hands and legs, her rounded shoulders and her breasts larger than would have been normally expected for a woman of that size, identified her origins of Provence, Côte d’Azur, perhaps. Her smiles were short, and her self-control absolute. She gave an impression of great intelligence coupled with an ability of insight into the minds and hearts of others. After observing her attentively for a couple of minutes, Charlie was impressed. Nadia made as if she had not noticed it, but it was clear that without a direct look, she knew all what Charlie was attempting to do. She had nothing to hide and was amazingly detached and relaxed, used to such attempts at reading her.

After normal introductions, Charlotte briefly explained where Debbie was at, and asked Charlie if he had anything to add. This being done, Nadia, her hands folded over her lap, looked down before expressing what was on her mind. Charlie had not noticed her skirt until now; it was one of the finest cut skirt in designer latex with pin stripes of black, brown and white on a beige background, and a trim in plain brown, the only shiny part of that garment. He did not react otherwise.

“Hypnosis has a way to build walls and automatic reactions to a number of stimuli which are harmful or favourable to a person. When carefully planned, it will control some parts of the mind through predictable actions and reactions within defined boundaries, and unbeknownst to the patient. The personality will change some, of course, yet the extreme swings will be redirected into positive behaviour that will bring her away from these depressive spells leading her towards psychotic disorders.”

Charlie noticed that she used the word “psychotic”. Hence, Debbie was real bad, he concluded.

“What she needs is a focus around which she can build an environment in which she will feel at ease, comfortable, secure and worthy. Have you any idea what she likes in life”

Charlie was taken back. He barely could follow Nadia’s discourse, and now she was asking a question that required an insight into his wife he was not sure about. Yet, he dared try an answer.

“Debbie is not an artist. She has an excellent memory of people. Her feelings are in appearance shallow, but must be defensive to the core of herself. I noticed that she is happy when dressed in latex. It provides a womb sort of security for her, although it could be a way to flee from realities. But, aside from her excellent taste in dress, she is not especially talented in home making, in music, nor in crafts. She is a simple girl struggling to maintain some level of normalcy with everything she’s got.” Charlie could not believe he had said all of this so quickly. Nadia seemed to draw out of him far more than he would have expressed otherwise.

Nadia did not answer right away. “Do any of you two have more to add ?”

Charlotte made a few remarks Nadia had heard before. Katrin, dressed in a lovely long sleeved brown dress that suited her blond complexion while emphasizing her breasts and the thighs of her long legs, made some remarks about Debbie’s lack of purpose ever since she had known her. She felt that family secrets were burdening her. Charlie had never thought of that.

After a long expectant silence, Nadia took a deep breath and lifted a thick black binder out of her briefcase. She consulted it briefly. It looked like a summary of her patients’ therapies which she had charted her way. She had mentally built with all the information she had so far a chart of Debbie, and was looking at similar charts cross-referencing to her patients. She knew her clients well, and did not need to re read her notes, obviously. She was making sure that she could classify Debbie in one of the therapy avenues she would eventually customize to her. Having done that, she put back her binder in her briefcase, thought for a moment, and without looking at anyone started to explain.

“Debbie appears to have no focus in life. Her confusion works like a river that meanders in currents and counter currents. She will go downhill if nothing is done to stem that trend. I propose to you, Charlie, since both of you are quite often in latex, that I devise a therapy that will narrow her mental environment to the joys of latex, the comfort and excitement of it, with your presence of course, and build loopbacks into her circular thought patterns towards that latex environment, as it were.  I would like to link all her love life to it, all her sensuality, her reason to be, and with your permission define patterns of reactions through key words that will trigger certain strings of actions. For instance, we could decide that the words “pink kangaroo” would lead her to prepare for the night, change into a latex nightgown, do some other things, snuggle next to you in bed, and sleep deeply for seven hours. We can devise a number of these behavioural strings through these command words. While she executes these, she will go like an automaton; she will not be able to be diverted from that. The telephone will go unanswered. These strings of actions can be fairly long, but they have to be carefully planned. When they are completed, she will be directed to a specific place and snap out of the string when she reaches it. One of the important thing is for you to understand what each string does, what is the initiating keyword, and place it in such a manner that it would not conflict with another string, or else she will be thoroughly disoriented.”

Charlie was doing his best to follow her, and he felt that she knew well what she was doing. “Can we undo a string, modify it, correct it, or eliminate it at some future time?”

“Oh yes, you just call me on the phone and we talk it over. See, I have all these written patterns for all my clients, and I have that file with me at all times. Once I have modified and reviewed the new pattern, you put Debbie on-line with me, and I shall put her back under hypnosis and modify the string. It sounds simple, but it isn’t, for at a distance, everyone reacts somewhat differently. Yet, with almost all of my patients I can do some of that. If modifications are too complex, I have to see the patients in his or her home again.”

This looked scary to Charlie, but what else was there. He did discuss pricing with Nadia. Her services were reasonable considering what he had to pay to other specialists not covered by his or Debbie’s insurance policy. Nadia felt that she even could set Debbie in a way that her colleagues at work would not notice anything of the conditioning she was under.

“The choice of keywords defining the strings of actions should remain unique. If for example we would choose as keyword “Pepsi Cola” and define the string as her dressing into a particular kind of clothes, she would be triggered into doing it with every bottle of Pepsi, every panel of advertising anywhere.” Everybody laughed.

“This is no laughing matter, I ensure you. For such an individual it can mean incredible anxieties. One needs to be of total integrity with the handling of keywords and make sure that the person can fulfill it totally.”

“That means that I too will have to enter into the execution beforehand and prepare everything in every detail for her ahead of time.” Charlie asked.

“That’s correct. Therefore, our work from now on is to define these strings before I place them in her and what your part will be. We cannot have too many because she is an individual, not a robot. These are done to protect her, not to control her.”

Charlie had heard so much that his mind was spinning.

“I have brought a set of typical strings which you can review. Make photocopies of these, and drop the originals at Charlotte’s tomorrow some time. Read them carefully, and let me know if these interest you. They work for a person who needs to be secured and focused to a latex environment.”

Charlie was somewhat overwhelmed to be the only decision maker in such important adjustments to his private life. It deserved a lot of thinking.

“How long will you be around?”

“I plan to stay at Charlotte’s for three weeks. We have plenty of time. Review these and we talk again the day after tomorrow.”

Things were moving fast for Charlie, and he wondered if he could even read through all of them. Yet, he decided to skip some latex games and spend the time studying these papers. He would give Debbie strong sleeping pills, and spend some time during the night.

The first session was planned two days after the scenarios were finalized. Charlotte went to prepare Debbie the day before. She brought her a quiche which they ate together with a green salad and a bottle of Chardonnay. They laughed a lot over little things, and Debbie was quite relaxed.
When Charlotte walked in, Debbie was dressed in her preferred latex catsuit. She had short red boots on her feet, a white ten inch high waist cincher with straps in front, and, an open faced hood with her braided blonde hair through a hole on top. She looked stunning. Charlotte noticed that the suit was so cut that the crotch piece fitted like a seamless V and came out tight between her buttocks. In fact it was so tight that one could clearly see the lips of her labia parted and imagine how with gel the material was gently rubbing on the entire crack with every move of her legs and pelvis. Debbie had even polished her suit with a high gloss spray to emphasize that erotic aspect of it. She was horny from the moment Charlotte walked in, and she perceived that Debbie would at some point want to be brought into an orgasm.

Charlotte was glad about this, because it was a first positive sign in a long time. She herself was dressed in a light blue and yellow latex pant suit that hung loose over her shoulders. The front was zipped down fairly low to reveal her firm breasts supported with a latex bra with apertures for her nipples. She too looked as stunning, and feminine as a woman could possibly be. She had walked over dressed in a long cape of fawn rubber  that rippled in waves of inviting sensuality.

After their light dinner, Charlotte prepared Debbie for Nadia. She described her, “you will love her right away, and sense in her a friend to be trusted. Just welcome her and work with her. You will feel so happy to know her.”

After other light conversation as they were clearing the table, Charlotte noticed that Debbie showed signs of wanting to be cared for. She took the foam cushion seats off the sofa, placed them on the table and called for Debbie.

“Lay on these, I want to care for your orgasmic need tonight.”

“I thought you would never ask. The vibrators are in the bottom drawer of the credenza in the bathroom. Bring both of them and the extension cord. These connected, Debbie took the small one that was destined to excite her clitoris, and Charlotte the larger one for everything else.

“Go very slowly” begged Debbie.

Debbie was lying on the table with her legs folded, her feet and knees apart. In that position her entire crotch was opened for massage through her tight latex suit.

“Do you have enough gel in your suit for vibrations wear”, asked Charlotte.

“Oh yes, you can go ahead.”

Charlotte began with each one of her feet, and slowly went up the calves, the knees in particular. Then she went to her hands and arms, and stopped short at her shoulders. After that she massaged Debbie’s thighs, paying a lot attention to those nerves having a direct connection to her pelvis. She took in her left hand her left breast and gently squeezed. Debbie moaned like a defeated animal; she was abandoning herself into the erotic feeling of Charlotte’s touch. The vibrator amplified the excitement ten fold as it slowly progressed toward her ultra excited nipple. Charlotte took Debbie’s hand that held the small vibrator, turned it on and let Debbie massage her nipple. It lasted a long time.

Debbie’s head was turning from left to right, back and forth as the erotic feelings fed into her vagina. At last the right breast. Then Charlotte placed Debbie’s hand and vibrator towards her clitoris, and with the bigger one gave her small dabs of vibrations beginning with her anus and slowly toward her vagina and labia. Debbie came naturally in a scream of sensual abandonment : “More, yes, more, don’t stop, press, harder… I am oozing in there, I am flooding with love juice… I’m coming… yes…please, please, please… hold my breasts tight.”

The orgasm swept her over. As she contorted, the latex in her crotch did not yield its pressure over all her sensitive love bud and erotic areas. It became so sensitive that she stopped every motion, let go of her vibrator which Charlotte caught as it was falling. She turned them off and let Debbie recover for a few minutes. Then Charlotte came back to hold her hand and rub it gently, her forehead, her cheeks, to comfort her, to baby her. But Debbie wanted another orgasm; “Give me the small vibrator”. She went directly for her bud. After some time it came but as an aftermath, as a coup de grace to her sensual needs of the moment. After some rest again, she sat up and got down from the table.

“I have to get rid off that suit and put on my nightgown. I am so tired I want to sleep.”

Charlotte led her upstairs, helped her clean up in the shower, she dried her up with a gentle bath towel, covered her body with talcum, and slipped her long nightgown over her head. The gentleness of the garment’s caress drew moans and shivers of enjoyment from Debbie. Charlotte embraced her tightly against her, like a little girl, and led her to the bed which was sheeted entirely in pink latex, bedcover and pillows too. Debbie slipped in there. It was warmed through the electric mattress pad. Charlotte tucked her in, kissed her goodnight, turned down the temperature of the pad, and left her. She then cleaned up the catsuit in the bathroom, towelled it dry and hung it over a wooden hanger to finish drying. She cleaned the bathroom. When she checked on Debbie, she was fast asleep.

Before leaving she had cleaned up everything in the kitchen too. Charlotte dressed in her cape closed the entrance door which locked automatically. It was raining outside. At the bottom of the stairs, she met Charlie who was coming back from his business trip.

“Hi, Charlie ! How are you?”

“Exhausted! How is she?”

“We had supper, some games, a shower, and she is now deep asleep in bed. May I suggest you leave her and sleep on the sofa. She is way beyond exhaustion. She might have some nightmares, hence, expect anything.”

“You are a friend, Charlotte. Thank you so much.”

“ Tomorrow afternoon, she starts on her hypnosis session. Come over to our place first, and we will let you know how it progresses. Nadia is in charge of operations.”

“I will not be much myself, but so be it. Again thank you, and good night.”

“Good night!”

The drops were plopping on her hood; she loved that sound, and decided for a walk under the trees of the neighbourhood park. There was no danger at this time in the rain. She loved that park in the rain. She felt like the little girl she remembered; she was dressed in a cape too, a rubberized one that smelled just about the same. Her mother had insisted on that cape every school day. One night, however, little Charlotte had the idea to sleep naked in it. When she woke up in the middle of the night, she was about eleven then, she discovered her joy bud that was hard as a grain of rice, and her budding breasts too. She had rubbed it until she could no more. At that time her burgeoning sexuality became one with rubber. The rest followed one step at a time. Swimming caps, latex gloves, surgical gloves for masturbation, a new cape, much larger than her size -  another secret - one with a large hood, that she had earned herself and hid under her sport equipment in a soft cotton bag that would make no noise when she would handle it. At the store she had pretended it was a present for her mother.

These sweet memories and more came back to her heart, and she was so content that her life was not entangled into a husband and children. She cared for people, true, especially for those hurt by their past of abuse, and who needed to feel the firmness of her authority to become secure again for some time. She had brought all of them into rubber, and diverted their needs to yielding to latex powerful embrace and womblike feeling. Most of her clients slept dressed in latex, every night. Some of them even used a body bag of sorts with a hood so that they would feel totally enclosed, possessed, secure. She herself had since pre-teen times slept in rubber, most every night, and tonight was not going to be an exception.

Her thoughts brought her back to the front door of her shared appartment. Charlotte climbed up the stairs to her room, undressed, refreshed, covered her body with talcum, pushed a flexible and soft dildo into her vagina, and slipped on her white latex nightgown. Like Debbie she rolled into her warmed up bed sheeted entirely in latex and went into a dreamless secure sleep. By early morning she would be as horny as hell, and the turned on dildo would achieve her and give her another two hours of satisfied erotic sleep. She loved waiting for that moment.

They started at around 2:30 PM, time. Debbie did not go to work that day. She had had an excellent sleep, and was feeling very calm. Nadia put her at ease, for she knew that the afternoon would be spent exploring her past under hypnosis and setting guard rails in her subconscious mind. These preliminaries were the most delicate work, for no mistake could be tolerated. In the following days every planned string of action triggered by a keyword would be implemented at about the time of the day they should happen. Nadia clicked her tape recorder on. She brought Debbie into a very deep state of hypnosis. Debbie was totally limp, her eyes half closed, her now passive mind open to every order, every suggestion and every feeling and impression Nadia was going to put in her.

“Debbie, you have a subconscious mind and we are going to explore it, clean it up, and rebuild it. Do you hear me?

“Yeees!” uttered Debbie very slowly and without tone.

“Go deep into yourself, way down deep where you find the little girl in you.” Nadia was talking slowly, almost toneless as well.  “Are you there?” she asked after a few seconds of silence.

Debbie did not answer right away. All of a sudden she giggled like a four year old.

“Debbie, we are in the subconscious part of you. We are going to call her Xetalle. Repeat after me, “I am Xetalle”.

Debbie answered with somewhat a little girl’s voice, “I am Xetalle”.

“Xetalle, were you under seven years old when bad things were asked from you?”

Debbie remained silent.

“Bad things are like touching your sex, forcing you to suck on a man’s penis,” explained Debbie slowly, making sure she understood.

Debbie answered nothing, but her body became tense. Then, she said in a dragging tone, “I hate you”. The word hate had so much intonation that it struck even Nadia.

“Xetalle, was it your father ?”

“Nnnno!”

“Was it your older brother ?”

“Nnnno!”

“Was it your step father?”

“Yeeees! I haaate him.”

“Did that last after you were twelve years old?”

“Yeees!”

“Did that last after you were eighteen years old?”

“Nnnno!”

“Xetalle ! Imagine a huge garbage dumpster… very large. Do you see it ?”

“Yeees!”

“You are going to take all the hurts you got from your step-father, and put them in there. Start at the first time till the last time.”

Debbie was working, it became obvious through reliving all these ugly experiences. She seemed to sob in pain, although it was a shade of what happened. She worked for about fifteen minutes. “How old are you in your cleanup?” Nadia asked softly.

“Fifteeen” uttered Debbie. After a few more minutes, Nadia asked again, “Are you done?”

“Yeees!”

“Xetalle ! Do you want to put your step-father in the dumpster too?”

Debbie did not answer right away. Finally she said “Yeees!” and a faint smile pulled her lips apart.

“Xetalle! Here comes a large truck. He brings a new empty dumpster, and takes the filled one away. You shall never remember that garbage. Do you see it?”

“Yeees!”

Nadia went on exploring all avenues of her youth, cleaning up on and on. She removed the guilt associated with her first knowledge of latex, her first orgasm, her masturbation and so many details that makes a girl feel guilty. She worked with her for three hours.

“Xetalle!” You have filled four dumpsters now.”

“Yeees!”

“Xetalle! Is there more to clean up?”

“Yeees!”

“Try to tell me what it is?”

Debbie was making efforts, then she uttered in a rough voice, “Teacher!”

Nadia went on exploring that avenue and found even more than she expected, enough to fill the fifth dumpster. After asking Xetalle if it was all clean, she heard a Yeees, and the truck took that dumpster away for ever.

“Xetalle!” If there is more than that, then tell Debbie to love latex. Say “Debbie, love latex!”

Debbie repeated it.

“Again, four times”. Debbie did it. The command was set.

Then Nadia went on setting other commands for Xetalle to Debbie: “You need latex”, “latex is your second skin”, “latex is the right thing for you, “latex is what you need”, “latex wants you”, “latex loves you”, “latex wants to hug you”, “latex is your cocoon”, “you look attractive in latex”, “you love to dress in latex”, “you feel confident dressed in latex, “you are made to wear latex”, “you feel sexy in latex”, “you shiver with lust in latex”, “you want to sleep dressed in latex”, “you want to have an orgasm in latex”, “you have many orgasms with latex”, you want to please Charlie with latex”, you love to give him a blow job with latex gloves”, “latex is in your nature”, “you could not live without latex.”

Nadia put all these statements into Xetalle, and many more, until she was reasonably sure that Debbie would be entirely focused on latex, its games, its joys, its lust, and so on. Debbie repeated on and on. Then Nadia built her moods.

“You are happy when dressed in latex”, “you laugh when you dress in latex”, “you feel wonderful in latex”, “you feel a woman in latex”, “you are a latex woman”, “you are never sad in latex”, “you are always good in latex”, “you are gentle in latex”, “you care for Charlie when dressed in latex”, “Charlie loves you in latex”, “everybody loves you in latex”, “everybody wants you in latex”, “you want to be in latex all the time”…

Finally Nadia built into Xetalle reactions to Debbie’s moods.

“When you feel sad, you need latex”, “when you feel scared, put on a latex cat suit, a latex hood, latex gloves, slip a latex bag in your bed, zip all the way up, wait for two hours till you feel better.” Nadia already put short strings into Xetalle.  She went on with all the moods a girl could be in, including PMS, fatigue, and positive moods as well. All of it found its specific latex expressions, caresses, fashions, uniforms, dildos, vibrators, etc.
On and on Nadia continued until Xetalle was fully conditioned. Then she brought Debbie out of her trance. It took some time, and all of a sudden Debbie said, “I feel so good, where am I?”

“You are with me, Debbie, and I am your friend.”

“You are Nadia, right ?”

“Do you remember anything ?”

Debbie thought for a while. “Why am I not dressed in latex clothes?” she asked.

“You answer this one, and do what you feel you have to” said Nadia.

Slowly Debbie got up; “I feel so rusty.” She went to the basement steps where an entire outfit was waiting for her on the table, talcum powder, gel, shine spray too. Debbie slowly walked over to the table, looked at these clothes and rubbed her face into them. “They are made for me, I need them so bad”.

She dressed completely, shined them, and went back upstairs.

“Nadia, when is Charlie coming back? It is late.”

Nadia had just called him up at Charlotte’s on her cellular, and he was on his way. She had packed up all her things and was putting on her fawn rubber beige trench coat.

When Charlie opened the front door, Debbie was smiling, all dressed up. She hugged him and asked, “Do you like how I am dressed?” Charlie played the game; “Debbie, you are made for these clothes; I love you when you are dressed in latex; do this all the time for me.”

“Why not for everybody?”

“Well, why not?”

Nadia left soon after. Charlie was now discovering his new Debbie who, conditioned as she was, gave Charlie all the latex he wanted, all the fashion he could wish she would wear. Debbie was now a model wife when it came to latex, and in bed too; always sexy, always happy and horny, always full of fun and games.

At this juncture, Charlie realized that a second session would bring more avenues into her subconscious which would redirect her to some sort of levelled behaviour. For the moment latex was the number one focus, and it worked well to her and his satisfaction. Time would tell.

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