Synopsis: a powerful, selfmade businesswoman feels exhausted and suffers from insomnia. She contacts a therapist to have her problem solved. However, the techniques this therapist offers is a little odd for the woman, who accepts though.

Grace Harrington was a succesful, powerful and extremely busy businesswoman. At her young age, 30 years old, she had achieved a fair fortune by hard work and little rest.

However, the stress she was forced at work had affected her nights. She hadn't slept for a couple of days, and the days before she could barely rest.

She was tired, exhausted, but at the same time she was always worried about this project that had to be done or this negotiation she had to prepare.

That's why she had decided to ask for professional help.

She had found this therapist online. Dr. Mara Anderssen. She had great reviews, so why not to give it a try.

Dr. Anderssen had agreed to meet the woman at her own home, claiming that, for the issue that affected her, being in a safe environment would be helpful. Grace agreed, thinking that made sense.

It was a Friday evening when Mara Anderssen knocked on Grace's house. It had been a shitty stressful week, so Grace could only think of relaxing at last and enjoy her weekend rested and relaxed.

"Hi, Mrs Harrington. I'm doctor Mara Anderssen, but please call me Mara. May I come in?"

"Please, make youself at home. Can I offer you a coffee or something?"

"No need. We better get to work as soon as possible".

The doctor was a hottie. In her mid thirties, blonde with blue eyes and sexy glasses.

Grace wasn't precisely ugly herself. She was a redhead thirty-year-old woman with green eyes.

"So tell me a little more about your problem, miss Harrington".

"Please, call me Grace, dr. Anderssen".

"Only if you call me Mara" she grinned.

"Fine, Mara. Well, it's been so tough weeks at job. A lot of stress, a lot of responsibilities... I'm used to it, so it wouldn't be a problem if it wasn't affecting my rest-time. I haven't slept for three days, and barely the days before. I need a solution".

"Well, you've come to the right person".

Doctor Anderssen searched inside her bag and produced a small item that caught Grace off-guard.

"I must tell you though, this is not a common type of therapy" she added as she showed her a pendulum. "This is hypnosis therapy. I need to know you are consensual to move on with this procedure".

Grace looked at the pendulum with a look of surprise.

"What is it about?"

"Well, I'll induce you in a state of trance, so that your muscles and yourself fall completely relaxed. You'll be unaware of what happens for half an hour or so, so I can convince your subconscious of how tired you are and how much you need to rest".

Grace seemed doubtful, but the five-second-long yawn convinced her.

"Okay, I'm so desperate I'm willing to try anything".

"Great! You won't regret that, I promise".

So Mara began swinging the pendulum from one side to another.

"Take a close look at the pendulum, just follow my voice and leave your mind completely empty, understood?"

"Okay" said Grace as she made her best effort to obey the therapist's instructions.

As she followed the pendulum's soft movement, Grace began to step into a state of trance, until she finally lost all rational sense.

"So, we'll start with some calibration questions. What's you full name?"

"My name is Grace Harrington" replied Grace with a groggy voice.

"How old are you?"

"I'm thirty years old".

"What do you do for living?"

"I run a successful company, developing electronical tools".

"Do you have any cash in the house?" this was, definitely, not a calibration question.

"Yes, I do. I have 6,000 dollars".

"Where is it?"

"It's hidden in a safe behind the ship's painting”.

“And how about the safe’s combination?”

“Its combination is 6025".

"Nice".

Grace couldn't tell due to her current state, but the hypnotist had a malicious grin in her face that showed she was up to no good.

"Okay, Grace. From now on, I want you to call me mistress, is that understood?"

"Yes, mistress".

"I want you to strip naked, now".

Without hesitation, the hypnotized Grace obeyed and took off her summer dress and her underwear, panties and a pair of knee socks.

"Now, dear Grace, do you have any ropes, tapes and/or scarves here in the house?"

"Yes, mistress, I have it all".

"Bring it all here".

Grace then stood up and, still subdued by the effects of her hypnosis, looked around the house for the supplies asked by the supposed therapist.

She came back after two minutes, carrying several coils of ropes, three rolls of tape and five scarves.

"Very good, Grace. Just for you to know, you love bondage. You love the sensation of being tied up, gagged tightly, the kinkier, the better, do you understand?"

"Yes, mistress. Please, tie me up".

"You want to be tied up, Grace?"

"Yes, please, and gagged, tightly".

"Alright then, take a coil of ropes and begin circling it around your ankles. Make sure you make it tight".

"Yes, mistress".

Immediately, Grace obeyed. Soon, following dr. Anderssen orders, her ankles were completely tied.

"Now, do the same on your knees, up and down, and your thighs".

"Yes, mistress".

Again, guided by an invisible force, Grace had her own legs completely immobilized in a matter of minutes.

"Do you think you can wriggle free, Grace?"

"No, mistress".

"Good. Now, do you want to be gagged?"

"Yes, please, mistress, I love bondage" Grace kept repeating as a trained robot.

"Fine, let's give you what you want then. Grab your panties and stuff them inside your mouth, deep".

Grace did as she was told once again.

"Now I think there's some more room for more stuffing, right?"

Grace nodded.

"Then take your pair of socks and put them inside too".

Grace obeyed. She had to struggle a bit to fit it all inside her mouth.

"Now this is more like it, don't you think?"

"Mhsss mphsstrss" Grace replied.

"Now we still have to make sure you can't spit those out. So I want you to cut ten stripes of tape and put them over your lips, nice and tight. Then, you'll wrap the whole roll around your head up to.... let's say... fifteen times".

"MPhhhh" the redhead beauty nodded.

Grace cut the strips of tape and put them over her mouth, sealing her makeshift gag. The sound of the tape sticking to her skin filled the room.

Then, with trembling hands, she began wrapping the roll around her head, feeling the stickiness against her skin.

The tension grew as the tape tightened around her head, pressing the gag even further into her mouth. She moaned slightly, but she was too deep into her submissive trance to resist.

"Mmm, I don't know. I'd add some more layers to that gag, don't you think?"

"Mphhg" Grace mumbled.

Dr. Anderssen handed the host three scarves and Grace soon knew what to do. She put the three of them over the gag, two of them as OTM gag and the last one as an OTN.

"Perfect, now lay down on the couch, your hands behind your back".

With a nod, Grace complied, her eyes glazed over with desire and obedience. Dr. Mara watched her intently, enjoying the power she had over the vulnerable woman. She grabbed another coil of rope and began to tie Grace's wrists together tightly. The rope bit into Grace's skin, but she didn't flinch.

The therapist then bound her elbows tightly together, and moved on to her breasts, framing them as a perfect painting. With another piece, she bound her wrists to her waist and next completed her bondage by hogtying her, attaching her ankles to her elbows.

"Can you wriggle around?"

"Mphhhhh" Grace mumbled softly.

"So, nod if I'm right, your safe's code was 6025, right?"

"Mphh" she nodded.

With a smug smile, Dr. Mara swung the pendulum once more.

"When I count to three, you will wake up, feeling rested and relaxed. One... Two... Three."

Grace's eyes fluttered open, and she was met with the unsettling sight of Dr. Mara, or rather, her captor, standing over her with the pendulum still in hand. The reality of her situation hit her like a ton of bricks, and she let out a muffled scream, the gag in her mouth muffling the sound. She desperately tried to move, but the ropes held her fast, digging into her skin as she writhed on the couch. Panic set in as she realized she was completely at the mercy of this woman who had so easily manipulated her.

Mara chuckled at the sight of her struggling, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

"Don't bother, darling. You're not going anywhere." She leaned down and whispered into Grace's ear, "You see, I'm not a therapist. I actually have other... interests."

With that, she grabbed the rope attached to Grace's ankles and yanked it, pulling her into a more upright position.

“What? Don’t you like it?” Dr. Anderssen teased the poor host, who could only moan desperately and try to scream through her massive gag. “That’s funny, just about five minutes ago you told me you loved it! HAHAHAHAHA”

“MPHHHHHHHHHHHH” she yelled, as she began crying.

“Now, just have fun while I go gather some cash from your safe, whose combination you’ve been so nice to give me!”

Grace looked wide-eyed as the supposed therapist got to the painting of the ship and easily opened the safe behind it. She then took several packs of dollar bills, plus some jewelry.

“So nice of you! Hope you get over your… resting problem though. Hope to see you again!” she mocked as she waved her goodbye.

“MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!” Grace kept protesting, although she could only witness her captor leaving the place, leaving her tightly bound and gagged.

The redhead squirmed and wriggled against the ropes, her eyes burning with anger and fear. She had never been so vulnerable in her life. Her body was sweating profusely, her skin itching from the ropes' pressure. She struggled for what felt like hours, her muscles burning and her breath coming in desperate gasps around her gag. Despite her fierce determination, she couldn't break free.

There was an extra problem. She lived alone and didn't have many friends, so that only left her the option of getting free by herself, which seemed impossible so far, or wait until Monday, two whole days until someone noticed her missing.

"MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" she yelled, hoping for some neighbor to hear her, but her house was very well sound-isolated.

However, little by little, fatigue began to take over. The long time struggling was getting her exhausted until, eventually, she managed to close her eyes and finally managed to sleep.

Meanwhile, in Dr. Anderssen office

A figure checks her last loot with joy, while she listens to some grunts from inside the closet.

She approaches there with a malicious grin, and opens the door to reveal an identical figure than herself. However, this one is only wearing her underwear, and is bound in a ball-tie position and gagged with microfoam tape all around her face.

"MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" real Dr. Mara Anderssen grunts from behind her gag.

"Another profitable job carried away by Dr. Mara Anderssen!"

"MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

"So, tell me, sis, do you remember in college, when you used to tell me hypnosis wouldn't feed me at all. It seems like you were mistaken after all, therapist" Gabrielle Anderssen mocked her twin sister.

Mara gave her a defeated look, while she pleaded to be let go with her eyes.

"Oh, don't worry. You'll be free soon enough. Maybe a couple jobs more. Then, I'll have you confessing my felonies. Perfect plan, right?"

"MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"

"Oh, you're getting too loud here" Gabrielle observed as she fetched a scarf from her purse and put it over Mara's mouth covering her lower face in a OTN gag. "Besides, I think it's time to get some rest".

Next, she grabbed her pendulum and began swinging it from side to side, before her sister's look.

Soon, she succumbed to its power.