Unconventional Hypnotherapy
By Musuko

“Now Koda, I am going to count down from ten. I would like you to keep your eyes closed. Just relax. Listen to that bird in the trees outside. Listen to the breeze. Let yourself lie back into the chair. That’s it. Very good. Are you ready?”
	The arctic fox nodded, eyes closed, lips parted. His chest rose and fell with his slow, relaxed breathing. The bird chirped its cheerful tune, and the leaves rustled in the cooling breeze that stole away the sweltering heat of the room. Somewhere a clock ticked, probably the big grandfather clock in the hallway. Footsteps moved outside. Doctor Ryan, the hypnotherapist, had a voice that was deep and soothing. It matched his calm, powerful looks; a pure Alsatian, with immaculate fur, a muscular body that suffered nothing from being sealed inside a grey suit, and electric blue eyes that had stopped Koda dead when he first entered the room an hour ago. It was those eyes that had convinced him that this was the therapist for him. This was the one who was going to get him over his addiction.
	His head felt heavy, and he let it drop forward against his chest. Doctor Ryan’s voice washed over him. He heard and felt the warm tone, but heard none of the words. Every scrap of the meaning went straight down into his subconscious, to alter and tweak. And when he opened his eyes, after the interminable length of empty nothingness, he felt peaceful and serene, and Doctor Ryan was smiling pleasantly, his paw resting on Koda’s forearm.
	“How do you feel?”
	“Wonderful.”
	“Excellent.” He gave Koda’s arm a gentle squeeze, then let go. He made a note on the pad resting on his knee. “Come to see me next week for your next session. I’m very pleased with your progress so far.”
	“What happened, exactly? When you put me under.”
	Doctor Ryan smiled. “I left some suggestions in your subconscious mind. They will help you to substitute your needs for healthier alternatives. They will help you to feel whole.”
	Koda sighed, closing his eyes, then started to stand up. Doctor Ryan rose to meet him, shaking his paw. “That sounds good. Thank you, doctor.”
	“My pleasure, Koda. I’ll see you next week.”
	“Don’t forget your bag.”
	“Hmm?” He turned to look back. Doctor Ryan was smiling, gesturing to the backpack hanging from the hat stand by the door. “Ah, right!”
	He grabbed the bag. He frowned for a moment. He had the strangest feeling that this wasn’t his bag, that he didn’t recognise it, and why would he bring a bag to a hypnotherapist session anyway? But then he blinked and shook away the feeling. Nonsense. Of course it was his bag. Whose else would it be? He swung it over his shoulder and gave Doctor Ryan a cheerful wave as he closed the door.
	As he strolled along the sunny street, he fished the half-finished pack of cigarettes from his pocket, throwing it into a litter bin as he passed, completing a ritual he had performed countless times. But, unlike all those other times, this time he did not have one “final” smoke. Nor did he feel that pernicious urge to finish the pack with the hollow justification of not wasting money. He watched the packet disappear and felt no pangs of loss. With his head high, feeling like he wanted to sing, he hurried home.
	That night, he scrubbed his house to a shine. The stink of smoke seemed soaked into everything made of fabric. He pulled down the curtains, stripped the bed, emptied his wardrobe and stripped naked. Everything went into the laundry. He sprayed deodoriser onto his couch, then flopped onto his back. He felt fresh and alive and wonderful. He closed his eyes, sprawled comfortably, and wondered if he could recreate the peaceful feeling that lovely Doctor Ryan had given him.
	The sound, or rather the sudden lack of sound, as the dryer spun to a stop woke him. He yawned and stretched. It was still early in the morning, with the sun barely dusting crimson in the sky. Usually he would want to roll over and go back to sleep, but this morning he felt like springing to his feet and doing...something. He wasn’t sure what yet, but he was gonna do it! He jumped up, smoothed down his ruffled fur, adjusted the tube of his chastity device and…
	Wait, what? He jumped a half step back, as if doing so would free him from the tube of shiny chrome encasing his sheath. He stared at it, frozen still. Then, with a whimper trembling at his lips, he reached down to prod it with his claw. It went “ting”.
	“Wh-what the hell?”
	He wrapped his fingers around it and tugged, then yelped and let go. He spread his legs and bent over to see closer. There was a ring connected to the base of the tube, and it was snug...very snug...around his balls. Tugging it again just proved that it was going nowhere.
	He collapsed back onto the couch, staring at it. He tried to think. He had gone to sleep most definitely without this thing on him, and now it was here. Had he got drunk? Was that it? He couldn’t remember drinking anything. But if he had, would he remember it?
	“Argh!” He clutched his head and shook it. This was insane! Even if he had got drunk and couldn’t remember, where on earth did it come from? And how did he put it on? He pulled at the tube again. There should be a lock somewhere, shouldn’t there? He couldn’t see one. Maybe underneath? He felt around, but the metal seemed smooth all around. What kind of chastity device didn’t have a lock?
	Then he froze again. He frowned. That odd feeling of confusion came back, the one that he had felt when he had picked up his bag from Doctor Ryan’s office, that nagging feeling that something wasn’t right. He tried to place it, unravelling his thoughts of the last few minutes.
	He gasped. That was it! And the realisation made him feel woozy. He could swear that, until this morning, he never even knew what a chastity device was! And now he was locked in one, and he knew all too well what it was and what it was for.
	He sprung to his feet and paced the room. The weight of the metal made his sheath bounce. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was a constant reminder that it was there.
	“I had that feeling when I picked up my bag,” he said, thinking out loud, in the hope that it would steady him and stop his paws from shaking and his mind from descending into a screaming panic. “Why? Why did I feel weird when I picked up…”
	He looked over at the bag, sat against the wall, the zip undone and the flap opened. At that moment he realised the reason; it wasn’t his bag. He had never seen that bag before yesterday. Yet he had felt so strongly that it was his bag, that he should take it home and...and…
	He rushed to it and grabbed it, tipping it over and watching the contents spill out. A leather collar. A leather muzzle. A rubber bone gag. A...a...he could barely bring himself to look at it, the heat flushed in his cheeks...a buttplug. And now he remembered, the craving that had come back to him in the middle of the night, waking up with itchy fingers, going to his bag, this bag, seeking to satisfy the need. Instead of slipping the butt of a cigarette between his lips and lighting up, he had fished out the chastity device, laid himself back on the couch, and calmly, carefully, fitted his cock into it, clicking it shut and feeling the automatic lock engage. He had felt the same calm serenity that he usually felt after a smoke, and he had fallen back to sleep with a smile on his face.
	He reached for his phone. He had Doctor Ryan’s number saved. He looked at the clock while he listened to the line ring. It was way too early in the day for him to expect an answer, but he had to try.
	“You have reached the office of Doctor Kaspar Ryan. Please leave a message after the tone.”
	He bit his lip. Suddenly he felt like a school boy, trying to ask permission to use the bathroom.
	“Hi, uh, I’m sorry to call you so early sir, but I’ve got a problem...a big problem! I need to talk to you. Something’s gone wrong with the hypnotism. I’ve done something really strange!” He gripped at the chastity, biting back a whine. “Please call me back! Thanks, bye!”
	He hung up the phone, stared at it, then went wide-eyed and tossed it to the other end of the couch with a yelp.
	“Oh god, I called him sir? What the hell’s happening to me?!”
	He was out of the door the moment the clock ticked nine. The chastity felt strange and heavy beneath his jeans, and he hurried through the streets, arms hunched in close, head down, his ears red. He could swear that everyone could tell it was there and were looking at him. He felt a wash of relief as he burst into the therapist’s reception, which rapidly faded under the disinterested gaze of the receptionist.
	“He’s fully booked up and isn’t seeing patients until,” she lifted a page in the diary, “three weeks time.”
	“I...I have an appointment?”
	“Today?”
	“No. A week from now.”
	“Then I suggest you wait until then to see him.”
	He suppressed a whine, looking over her shoulder towards the door on the far end of the room. Just through there, he knew, was Doctor Ryan. So close!
	“I n-need to see him, please.”
	“You’ll need to wait until your appointment. He’s very busy.”
	He stared at her. Did she know? Was this all some deliberate plan by Doctor Ryan, with her in cahoots? He bit his lip. No, it couldn’t be. Sir...uh...Doctor Ryan would never be so cruel, right?
	“Alright...sorry to bother you.”
	He slunk away, glancing back at the door. Now he had a new discomfort; his cock was choosing that moment to try and swell up in the tube, and it made walking home difficult. Now he was really sure that everyone was staring, as he waddled wide-legged, wincing at the straining pain that wouldn’t quit. It seemed to start when he thought about Doctor Ryan, and now that he thought of him again it throbbed even harder, and he yelped in pain. He hurried home, slamming the door behind him, and breathed deep.
	He could really use a cigarette, he thought. Damn it. He fretted about the house, his fingers itching, his chest feeling empty with the craving. He knew there weren’t any cigarettes here, but he could go down the street and around the corner and buy some. Then his eyes settled on the bag, and he felt a surge of need. And before he could really think about what he was doing he had dived forwards to rummage around in the spilled contents, coming up with the collar clasped in his paws.
	He looked at it. His heart thumped. His breathing was shaking. He licked his lip. A thick, black, leather collar, with a chrome ring at the front supporting a tag that said “pet”. He felt a shiver. At the back there was no normal buckle. Instead, there was a clip and a socket, looking almost like a seatbelt buckle, and he knew somehow that it wouldn’t unlock once he had locked it.
	“No, I shouldn’t do this,” he said. But the ache was too strong. He needed it now. And as he lifted the collar up to his neck and slid the buckle together, he realised what Doctor Ryan had been saying.
	I left some suggestions in your subconscious mind…
He let out a shaky gasp as he felt the metal of the two halves of the buckle touch. He felt light-headed.
They will help you to substitute your needs for...healthier alternatives.
He felt a surge of pleasure as he clicked the lock shut. It was like smoking a dozen cigarettes all at once. He let out a shaky cry and slumped back against the wall. He fingered the tag, breathing deeply, awash with satisfaction. This was a healthier alternative? This collar? This chastity? He sat in the pleasurable daze for what felt like hours.
But then, as always, life goes on. The clock was ticking, he had work to go to, and a manager to explain his lateness to…
His eyes shot wide. He pulled at the collar and thought about work, about wearing his suit in the office, about being utterly unable to hide or remove the collar.
“Shit.”
He didn’t like to lie, but he had to. He coughed down the phone, made all the right excuses, hinted that he might not be in for the whole week, and hung up on a begrudgingly accepting boss who, he suspected, didn’t believe his excuses one bit.
He tried to pass the day normally. He read a book, he watched some shows, he messed about on the net. But all too often his thoughts would drift back to Doctor Ryan, and his cock would swell up as if a button had been pressed to activate it. The chastity would squeeze, and he would moan and lose concentration on what he was doing. He would try to tug at the metal tube, but it only frustrated him more. And the more he thought about his frustration, the more he thought of Doctor Ryan and the more his frustration built. The day passed like a week. And by the time he finally exhausted himself enough to collapse into bed, he felt like a wreck, and he so badly needed to paw off.
His thoughts turned to the buttplug in the bag, and he wondered...and he whined in shame as he got up to fetch it.
He had never done anything like this before. He poured the lube over the thick bulb. He seemed to know just how much he needed to use. He also knew that the plug might help to relieve the need he was feeling, the need that the chastity was confining. How he knew that, he didn’t know...but he had a strong suspicion. He thought of Doctor Ryan, speaking into his subconscious, inserting ideas and knowledge. Good little subby pets fuck themselves with a plug, to milk their locked up little cocks.
He yelped. Where had that thought come from? He got onto all fours on the bed, reaching behind him to position the tip of the plug against his tailhole, got ready to push. But wait...something wasn’t right. He hesitated. And the more he thought about pushing it in, the more wrong it felt. He pulled the plug away and looked at it. No, nothing wrong there. A nice big plug, lubed up and ready, perfect for a subby pet’s eager tailhole. He whimpered again, trying to shake away the intrusive thoughts.
Good pets wear their muzzles, came the thought. And he groaned in defeat, looking over at the bag…
The muzzle felt strange, yet welcoming, as he pulled it up over his nose. The supple leather fitted snugly. He had checked first to make sure that this one didn’t lock on permanently, and was happy to see that it had a normal buckle. He was a little disappointed also...but then shook away that feeling with a whimper. How would he go outside if it was permanent? How would he see Doctor Ryan again to sort out this mess?
	Doctor Ryan...he shivered and groaned, and rushed to buckle the muzzle, feeling it compress down on his face and force his mouth tightly shut. His nose peeked out through a special hole, allowing him to breathe. He tried to speak, to test it, and only heard a muffled noise. It felt...right. And now he could get onto all fours again, reach behind him, and press the tip of that big plug into his tight tailhole.
	It didn’t feel like he expected it to. There was a stinging burn, and he hissed and nearly let go of the plug. He thought it would be just an uncomfortable stretching feeling. Maybe a bit of dull, aching pain. But not a sting. He whined into the muzzle and clenched his eyes shut. Was all of this planned by Doctor Ryan? Was he trying to make him do this? And then the pain evaporated, replaced in his mind by Doctor Ryan’s smile, his reassuring eyes, his strong, muscular body.
	“Sir…” he gasped.
	And then the plug was in, pulling free from his slippery fingers as the widest part slid into him, sucking the rest in until the flat base rested flush against his fur. He moaned weakly, feeling full, feeling content. He had no idea what the prostate was, but it was feeling good right at that moment.
	He lay down on the bed, but didn’t feel right. He tried to curl up on his side, but that felt wrong too. Frustrated, he got up, wobbling unsteadily as the shifting plug pressed into him, closing his eyes and huffing out a moan through the muzzle. He dropped down onto his knees on the floor, felt a jolt of contentment...then dropped down onto all fours. Yes, that felt better. His cock was starting to drip in the chastity, drooling precum. His tailhole clenched around the plug. It felt so good. He lay down on his side and curled up on the carpet, beside his empty bed. Yes...that felt right. He fingered the tag of his collar and smiled behind the muzzle, closing his eyes, feeling like a contented puppy, missing only one thing...his master.
	He tried to call Doctor Ryan’s office again the next morning, but still the receptionist stood as a barrier. He would have to wait, she told him. And there was an edge to her voice...she definitely knew what was happening! With a blush he hung up, and wasted no time in strapping the muzzle back onto himself.
	The doorbell rang at noon and he froze, terrified. He had been crawling around the house, feeling at ease on all fours, inspecting everything with wonder at how the world seemed different at this new angle. Now he recoiled from the door, waiting for the visitor to go away.
	His phone ringing made him jump, and he scrambled to answer it, forgetting he still had the muzzle on.
	“Mmmh?”
	He yelped, scrambling to undo the buckle while keeping the phone to his ear.
	“Hello Koda.”
	He froze again. It was Doctor Ryan. He felt like he was going to melt to a puddle.
	“Come and open the door,” he said. “There’s a good puppy.”
	He stared at the phone as the call ended, then crawled nervously to the door. He reached up to unlock it, then crawled back to kneel in the rectangle of sunlight the door cast across the room as it opened. Doctor Ryan stood as a silhouette against the sun. The tall canine smiled down at him, and gracefully closed the door behind him.
	“How do you feel, Koda?”
	He whined into the muzzle. He didn’t even think to take it off. His tail flicked, then started wagging. He forgot all about his humiliating nakedness and the chastity and the collar and the muzzle and the plug. He looked up at his master and felt inordinately happy.
	Doctor Ryan crouched down and offered out a paw. He leaned forwards and nuzzled into it. “Normally, I would need to wait until at least the third session before I visited a client for a home session. But I got your call after only one day. You’re a special case, little puppy. Nobody else has ever responded so quickly to treatment.”
	Koda felt strangely proud. He wagged his tail a little harder. His cock was harder than ever inside the chastity, straining to break free. His nose was filled with master’s canine scent and his masculine body spray. He made a happy yipping noise, liked how it sounded, then did it again.
	Master chuckled and patted his head. “Looks like I’m not going to make much money on future therapy sessions with you, am I?”
	Koda shook his head, then felt weird. He decided he wasn’t going to do that again. Gestures like that felt wrong when he was crawling around like a pup. So he yipped, and that felt good.
	Master looked around the room, seeming to approve of the tidy house, with its clean surfaces and vacuumed carpet. He looked back at Koda, his blue eyes piercing, and spoke again with his soothing, reassuring voice.
	“Would you like to show me upstairs, pup?”
	Koda yapped and scampered towards the stairs. He had been practicing, and it showed. He crawled up the steps almost as fast as he could walk them. He glanced back to see master following him, and felt a pang of giddy embarrassment when he realised his plugged rear was fully on show. He felt sudden alarm, realising his situation. Too fast! All too fast! Just a few days ago he had been normal and ordinary. Now he was a hypnotised puppy with who knows how many suggestions buried in his head, forcing him to act like this against his will! At the top of the stairs he turned, staring down at master, feeling ready to try and speak.
	But then those eyes and that smile melted away his resolve, and he somehow knew that this wasn’t hypnotic suggestion. Not this part. He wanted master to like him, and he liked master, and those feelings didn’t come from the hypnosis. He remembered feeling that the moment he had first met Doctor...master...before his first, and what seems to be working out as his only, hypnotherapy session. He had got a feeling that his life was missing more than just the cleanliness and health of not smoking, but wasn’t able to grasp what exactly it was. Now as he looked at master’s smile, knowing the smile was directed at him, for him, because of him, he knew what it was.
	He yapped excitedly and scampered to the bedroom. Master followed. He seemed to approve of the room. He paid special attention to the pillow that Koda had placed on the floor that morning, ready to sleep on that night, smiling and giving Koda a pat on the head as he looked at it.
	“Good puppy.” Master’s eyes glinted, and Koda shivered happily at what he saw there. The deep, soothing voice dropped now to a whisper. “Up on the bed, there’s a good boy.”
	Koda leaped up and spun around to face master, but he pushed at his hip and turned him back around. He whined like a puppy, and looked over his shoulder. He blushed again. Master could see the big base of the plug. But now even more embarrassing, he was touching it! He tried to crawl forwards, but master had a grip on the plug’s base now. And slowly, carefully, he was pulling it free. Koda whined and dropped his arms down onto his elbows, struggling with the discomfort of the plug’s wide bulge pulling through him. Then, with a wet pop, it was out of him, and he felt cold air against his tailhole, and the ache of emptiness. He fell further forward onto the bed, resting his cheek on the covers, huffing breath through his nose, whimpering into the muzzle.
	“Shh, it’s okay puppy. Just relax. It won’t be long. You’ll be full again in a moment.”
	Koda looked back to see master stripping off. He stared, and his tail wagged. Master carefully folded each item of clothing and laid them onto the seat of the chair by the door. A strong, muscular body, with shiny fur, a thin tummy and...Koda whined and bit his lip...a huge, hard cock, black as coal, wet already with precum.
	Oh god, it was happening...he was going to get fucked. He was going to get fucked as a little puppy. His own cock felt feeble and tiny now, like something he should just ignore. But it strained in the chastity and drooled precum like a leaky tap. No way he could ignore it!
	But then he felt paws on his rump, and the warm, wet tip of that cock touch his tailhole. He was wrong. He could ignore it. Master’s cock was now his whole universe. Nothing else mattered! He hiked his tail up as high as he could and pressed his body backwards. He didn’t even give master a chance to thrust into him; he thrust down onto master, filling up his aching tailhole, moaning out into his muzzle.
	“Good boy,” breathed master. His cock flexed deep inside Koda, making him tingle and clench back in response. Slowly, master drew his cock back out, slick with the lube already inside Koda from the plug. Then, just as Koda feared master was going to pull free completely, leaving him empty again, he gripped his thighs and sunk his cock back in. Koda moaned happily, closing his eyes. Master wasn’t rough, he wasn’t fast. Like his voice and demeanor, he was calm and slow and deliberate, and it drove Koda crazy with need.
	“Mmmph!” He tried to beg, but the muzzle turned his words into noises. Master shushed soothingly, squeezing Koda’s butt cheeks in his paws, and began the agonisingly slow withdrawal again.
	“Would you like me to go faster, puppy?”
	Koda yipped! He squeezed his tailhole tight. He wagged his tail in master’s face, and heard a laugh from the canine in reply.
	“Alright, puppy. You’ve earned it.”
	And then everything was different. Koda felt a paw against his back, pushing him down flat against the bed. Master’s warmth covered his back as the naked canine body smothered him. He felt the weight press him down into the bed, felt master’s hot breath panting against his neck, and felt the pounding, powerful slams of master’s cock thrusting harder and faster into his rear, slapping thighs against cheeks, making his little locked up cock blaze like fire inside the chastity, making him squeal and moan in helpless pleasure, scrabbling his little claws against the bed covers. He heard master’s voice through the panting, telling him he was a good boy, such a good boy. And at the end he felt master stiffen and grip his body tight against his, heard him growl in pleasure, and felt his cock swell inside him and pump his cum into the puppy’s aching, needy rear.
	Koda lay in a sweaty haze of contentment. Cigarettes could go to hell. This was real pleasure. He had a new addiction, and its name was Master, and he was his happy addict. Master’s arms closed around him, reaching under his chest, and together they rolled to the side. Master’s tongue licked gently against the fur on the back of Koda’s neck, and he murmured happily in response. They cuddled, Koda content as the little spoon, master’s cock still hard inside him. It was the middle of the day, but that didn’t matter; they rested, and slept.

Koda fidgeted on the seat in master’s office. Waiting for the second session was very different to the wait for the first. For one thing, he wasn’t collared, chastised and plugged the first time around. Nor did he have a week’s worth of pent-up need boiling inside his balls the first time. And most notably, he wasn’t naked the first time around.
	He felt awkward on the seat. He wanted to be on the floor, crawling over to master to lick at his feet, or suck his cock, or turn around to present his rear, hoping that master would want to fuck him, as he had every night that week, since that first wonderful day when master came to his home.
	“I’m scared,” said Koda. He fiddled with the chastity, tugging at the tube.
	“You don’t need to be scared,” said master, his voice managing to soothe away at least some of Koda’s fear. “You know that this is good for you.”
	Koda whimpered and nodded, but didn’t seem completely convinced. “I only asked,” he said, biting his lip and looking down at the chastity. “Just...asked if I could be let out of the chastity.”
	“And I told you that you can’t be let out of the chastity,” said master, patient and understanding. “It can’t ever come off. It’s locked on forever. It’s keeping you safe and secure. You understand this, don’t you?”
	Koda pouted, nodding.
	“And what happened after I told you no?”
	Koda looked away, embarrassed. “I...got upset, master.”
	“That’s right, you did. And what did you say when you got upset?”
	Koda squirmed in his seat. His eyes welled up a little. “I t-told you that you were mean. I didn’t mean it!”
	“I know you didn’t. It’s okay.” Master put his notepad aside and rested his paws on his knees. He was ready to start. “You’ve been such a good boy, and you’ve made such rapid progress. I’m very proud of you, my puppy.”
	Koda smiled, blushing.
	“Now we just need one more session to help you. It’ll make you feel a lot better.”
	“W-what’ll it do?”
	“It’ll make you stop worrying about what’s safely sealed up inside your chastity. It’ll make you happy to be secure. And it’ll make you an even happier puppy. But like all hypnosis, it’ll only work if you truly want it. Tell me,” master leaned forward, “do you want to forget about your frustration, letting go of everything except the happiness of being my pet puppy?”
	Koda’s giddy smile was enough of an answer. But he yipped anyway, an excited sound that the receptionist would definitely hear. But he didn’t care. “Yes master!”
	“Alright,” said master. “Let’s begin. In a moment I shall count down from ten…”
	Koda lay back, closed his eyes, and smiled.