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Hypnotic Sex Therapy Ch. 01

By: pervinplainpackage



"You understand why you are both here?" the distinguished psychiatrist, sitting behind a large, wide desk spoke in a gentle tone to the two anxious young people seated before him. 

Andrew Grant, the youngest son of the wealthy industrialist Hector Grant, fidgeted with his pen as he answered quietly, "Because my father doesn't trust my choices."

"Your father is concerned for you, Andrew," Dr. Carter answered tactfully. "He is concerned for both of you, to be fair. You are both so young and the challenge of a successful marriage is significant. That's why he's thought enough of the two of you to pay for this therapy, in the hopes of giving you the best start possible."

"Then why are we here, Dr. Carter?" Rebecca spoke tentatively. She didn't come from money, like Andrew, and she had a suspicious that this therapy was all about trying to get Andrew to give her up and find someone of a more appropriate social status, as his twin older brothers had done.

"Andrew is perhaps too young to remember this, Rebecca, but his father and mother went through a really rough time when he was only a young boy. They came close to divorce. As a last resort they came to see me. After years of work with my exclusive therapies, they are now happier than ever." Rebecca looked at Andrew and he nodded in confirmation.

"What type of therapy, Doctor?" Rebecca looked concerned.

"To be frank, Rebecca, I specialize in sex therapy." The doctor anticipated the wincing look from Andrew as he was confronted with the idea that his parents went to a sex therapist. "Marriage is, after all, primarily a sexual union. Across history and across cultures it has signified, first and foremost, the sexual bond between the partners."

"But we haven't had sex yet, doctor? Isn't it too soon for therapy? Don't you have to wait until problems develop?" Rebecca was reacting to Andrew's apparent discomfort by trying to wiggle them both out of the situation.

"Think of this like a vaccination against future problems, my dear. You don't wait until you have polio for treatment anymore, not when the vaccination can prevent so much pain. This is the same. We come into a marriage mostly unaware of our own sexual natures, and completely unaware of our partner's needs and desires. As we progress, we hide the things that we think might be objectionable to our partners, and the repressed desires become unexpressed resentments, and before you know it you're getting a divorce that neither of you wants, for reasons that you won't even speak about."

"So how does it work?" Andrew spoke up this time. It was apparent to Dr. Carter, but not to Rebecca, that he was starting to feel excited at the idea of sex therapy with his future wife. Rebecca was blushing slightly, so the doctor used his answer to put her at ease.

"We work with you both to find the similarities you have in your desires and fantasies, and strengthen those so that they can form the basis for a strong, long lasting bond. Many times, the irreconcilable differences we believe we have with our partners we have are really unspoken, shared desires. We let our discomfort about sex get in the way and we never realize how much we share." 

Dr. Carter took out the couple's file and opened it on the desk in front of him. "I see you've both filled out the questionnaires?" 

"Yes doctor, but why did we have to fill them out in different rooms?" It was the young woman again. She seemed to be more comfortable talking for both of them, and Andrew didn't seem to mind at all. The doctor made a note of this before answering.

"We wanted you to answer honestly, and some of those questions were rather personal, weren't they?" Again, both nodded silently. Dr. Carter smiled to himself...they had the perfect personalities for this pre-marital treatment. 

The doctor pretended to study the reports. He actually knew exactly what he planned to do but he wanted to see how long they would sit quietly. It was a piece of information he couldn't get from a questionnaire and it was perhaps the most important for the course of treatment. Rebecca and Andrew waited almost five minutes as Dr. Carter paged through the reports, marking things with his pen, arching his eyebrow and making curious noises. He had seen compliance in his patients before, but this level of passivity was unprecedented.

He finally had to break the silence himself. "I'm encouraged. There is a lot here that indicates that, with the proper preparation, the two of you will have a long and successful marriage!" The couple smiled and Andrew reached out to take Rebecca's hand and squeeze it assuringly. 

"However," Dr. Carter's tone changed, "your happiness is not guaranteed, and without your full cooperation during this therapy, I doubt that either of you will be very happy with this union. I've seen this in the past and marriages of this type tend to end unhappily for everyone. Your personalities are such that you would probably never discover the necessary path to happiness on your own." Rebecca frowned and Andrew shook his head in disbelief. 

"Are you both committed to each other?" They both spoke at once, each one enthusiastically agreeing.

"I have nothing but your best interests at heart. I need you to trust me if this is going to work for both of you. You both need to want it, and be open to it. Can you do that?" He waited until they both agreed with sufficient vigor to convince each other. It was important to the success of the treatment that they each believe the other is willing to comply, and is relying on the other to do the same.

"Good." The doctor flipped a switch on his desk, turning on the light above the outside door to indicate that the private session had begun, and that no one should enter unless specifically summoned. 

He smiled his most reassuring smile and asked the young couple to relax. He spoke quietly and steadily, telling them both how lucky they were to have such worthy partners, and how important it was for them to work diligently to maintain each other's happiness. At various times throughout the discussion he asked them to repeat a few simple phrases, and then resumed talking softly and slowly.

Andrew's eyes became glassy and his breathing deep. Rebecca tilted her head forward as though she had fallen asleep sitting up. Dr. Carter asked them both to stand, and wordlessly they both complied. The experienced psychiatrist was confident that both of the attractive young people were deep in a hypnotic state. "Neither of you will remember the specifics of what is about to happen. You will both remember that we had a good conversation, and you will look forward to your next session, feeling more comfortable as individuals and as a couple."

"I see by your profile that you are a submissive young man, Andrew. Your betrothed is also submissive. Normally this would be a recipe for disaster, as both of you would be unfulfilled, and neither would be capable of producing a happy sexual union." 

"But there are very encouraging similarities that we will work on over the next few months that should prepare you for decades of marital bliss. Today we'll start simply."

He turned to Andrew. "Has your future bride ever given you a blowjob?" Dr. Carter found that the use of vulgar, non-medical terms actually made it easier for most patients to relate to the therapy. Clinical terms made often distanced the patient, while dirty talk excited them.

"No, sir." 

"That's a good thing; actually, given her age and inexperience, she's likely to not have done a good job. And I see by your file that your girlfriend prior to Rebecca was a very experienced woman, nearly fifteen years older than you...the comparison would not have been favorable, and first impressions like that are hard to overcome."

"Andrew, fetch two pillows from the couch and put them right here on the floor." As the young man complied, the doctor lifted Rebecca's chin and looked into her heavy lidded eyes. "Rebecca, perk up a bit dear." She opened her eyes wider and smiled slightly, though she remained in her highly suggestible trance. "Have you ever had a man's cock in your mouth?" Her questionnaire said she hadn't but patients sometimes lied.

"No, sir." 

"Have you ever held or seen a man's erection? Ever given a handjob?"

"Yes sir, my boyfriend would come over and make out on nights I was babysitting; he used to get so horny I would feel sorry for him and jack him off." In the hypnotic trance Rebecca had just admitted that she lied on the questionnaire when she denied ever having seen or held a man's cock.

"That's very nice of you. But what worked for your high school boyfriend won't satisfy your husband in the long run. My advice to women is to learn to love sucking your husband's cock, because if you don't, he'll find someone else who will. Today we'll start by turning you into a cocksucker your husband will to brag to his friends about."

Dr. Carter stepped around the desk and pressed the intercom button. "Ms. Cameron, can you join us please?"

The psychiatrist had positioned the young couple on either side of the throw pillows Andrew had placed on the floor, face to face, when the side door to the office opened and a striking blonde woman in her early forties, dressed in an expensive, grey pinstripe jacket and skirt, with a white silk blouse underneath, entered the room.

"This is Rebecca Lawson, she needs instruction in performing oral sex on her fiancé." Ms. Cameron smiled and stood close to the two young people. She loved it when the doctor brought in athletic people like these. Most of his patients were older and many of them out of shape. She especially loved working with younger men, their cocks were always hard.

The older blonde looked down and noted the tent in Andrew's pants. Even though they were hypnotized, at some level they were aware of everything, and their bodies anticipated the pleasures to come.

"Kiss him," she instructed the young novice. Rebecca leaned forward and pressed her lips against Andrews. "More passion, let him feel your heat through your lips, press your tongue into his mouth. That's it."

"Now reach down and feel his cock through his pants." Rebecca did as she was told. "Stroke it, squeeze it, but not too hard." Ms. Cameron loved her job. She could feel her own wetness start to flow as she gave Rebecca explicit instructions. Not this time, she thought, but soon maybe she'd be enjoying these two firm young bodies herself.

"Whisper in his ear, say 'I want to feel your hot, hard cock in my mouth. I want to take your cum down my throat.' Good girl. Now step back." Ms. Cameron improvised a bit and started unbuttoning Rebecca's shirt. "Let's get these work clothes off of you." The doctor let his favorite surrogate follow her instincts in matters like these, since they had always proved so therapeutic in the past. 

Rebecca was working same clothes she had worn at her job at the steakhouse...long-sleeved, red buttoned-down shirt rolled up above the elbow, dark pants and comfortable black sneakers. 

Ms. Cameron pulled the tail of the shirt out of Rebecca's pants when she got to the last button, and pushed the heavy fabric off the young woman's shoulder, revealing the ribbed white tank top she wore beneath it. Rebecca's small firm breasts pushed against the thin fabric, and the dark circles of her quarter-sized areola and the pointed tips of her hard nipples made it clear that she wore nothing more underneath.

Ms. Cameron left the tank top on, for now, and unbuckled the wide leather belt at Rebecca's waist, unzipping the black denim, hip-huggers and pushing them down the girl's long, thin legs to her ankles. The surrogate nudged Rebecca to bend each knee in turn as she slid off the sneakers and anklet socks, and pushed her pants off, leaving the girl standing before the three onlookers in nothing but her ribbed white tank top and matching white cotton bikini panties.  Rebecca trembled a bit, more from excitement than from cold, but made no effort to cover herself. 

Ms. Cameron stood behind her and whispered in her ear. "You have such a beautiful body. Look at how hard your future husband's dick is as you stand here, nearly naked before him. He's anticipating your warm wet lips engulfing his thick shaft." 

The surrogate took the rubber band out of Rebecca's ponytail and smoothed her shoulder-length wavy hair. She ran her hands down the younger woman's shoulders, down her arms, until her fingers came to rest on the naked flesh of Rebecca's belly between the hem of her t-shirt and the waistband of her panties.

The older blonde slid her fingers up and under the thin fabric of the t-shirt, sending a shiver up the brunette's spine. 

She pressed her warm lips against Rebecca's ear, and whispered low so only the girl could hear. "But he is also excited by seeing you exposed in front of the doctor. The doctor wants you too, but he will never admit as much." The surrogate glanced over at the doctor, whose own hard-on was also visible in the loose fabric of his expensive slacks. 

"All men desire you," Ms. Cameron's hands were on the girl's ribcage, pulling the cool fabric of the shirt up as she went "and I desire you too. You like that power, don't you Rebecca? You should use that power as long as you have it. Andrew is thrilled to see you stripped naked in front of strangers." She lifted the girl's shirt up and off as she spoke these last words, baring the younger woman's firm upturned B-cups to Andrew and the doctor. 

Ms. Cameron reached around Rebecca and cupped her breasts, tweaking her hard, pointy nipples. Rebecca gasped and leaned back into the blonde's voluptuous form. The surrogate longed to taste the young woman's breasts, wanted so much to pinch her nipples harshly and teach her the pleasure of the pain, but dared not take the chance of breaking her trance. Instead she slipped one hand down the brunette's supple back and the other over her firm flat stomach until she reached the waistband of the white cotton bikini panties.

The older woman slid her hand down the front of Rebecca's panties, past the close-trimmed pubic hair and between her slick, excited labia. The young bride-to-be was soaking wet. 

Ms. Cameron smiled and whispered "You love it too, don't you my pretty pussy? You love the feeling of men's eyes on you, the lust in Andrew's eyes as he sees your naked pussy open and exposed." The blonde pushed the girl's panties down and off, leaving her completely naked and panting under the two men's attentive gaze. 

"Now kneel, kneel before your future husband, and look up at him as you take out his cock. Your eyes, your lips, your tongue...make him see and feel your passion as you worship his cock." Rebecca knelt on the pillow, and Ms. Cameron knelt next to her. Rebecca gazed up into Andrew's eyes as she reached up and unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants and drew down his fly. 

She reached into his pants without pulling them down, grabbing his manhood by the root and sliding it gently out of the fly of his boxers. A drop of pre-cum glistened on the tip of his long, thick cock, throbbing under her touch. 

He gasped as she kissed his shiny-hard cockhead, smearing his clear liquid on her pouty mouth. Slowly, starting lustfully into his eyes, she parted her lips and ever so gradually took the head into her hot mouth.

Ms. Cameron kept whispering, her own face so close to Rebecca's ear that Andrew could feel her breath on the side of his cock. The older woman helped by easing Andrew's pants down so that the young woman could continue without distraction. 

As his boxers descended the girl unwillingly but briefly relinquished her gentle sucking and allowed the shaft to be bent down so the boxers could be removed. As his hard-on cleared the waistband and slapped back upward, she leaned forward and opened her mouth to catch it.

Rebecca tongued the tip as she caressed the length of the shaft in one hand, and gently rolled his heavy balls in the other.

The surrogate knew that Andrew would not last long, and conveyed urgent instructions to the eager young woman. The experienced therapist recognized in the young lady a natural talent who truly enjoyed giving pleasure. Under the hypnotic trance, Rebecca could give without guilt or anxiety, and deep hunger for the pulsing shaft in her mouth was allowed to emerge and blossom.

Rebecca looked up and, with a glint in her eye, slowly, slowly swallowed the whole length of Andrew's shaft. She worked her tongue on the sensitive underside, and gripped his head with the muscles of her throat, the swallowing motion coaxing him to lose his control. 

Ms. Cameron reached down and teased the brunette's puckered rear entrance with a moistened fingertip. Rebecca moaned in pleasure and the vibration of the moan overcame the last bit of Andrew's resistance to his own orgasm. His thick cock twitched and, as Ms. Cameron had instructed, the young fiancée took the first hot spurt of salty cream down her throat.

Before the second pulse could erupt she withdrew his cock so that just the tip rested on her outstretched tongue. The powerful burst covered the inside of her open mouth, but she refrained from swallowing. 

The third burst she aimed onto her pretty young face, splashing her cheek, nose and forehead with his gooey jism. For the final jets of thick seed she leaned back and aimed her beloved's still hard cock at her chest and pert titties. His ample offering looked like the work of several men by the time he was done pulsing. 

Rebecca grinned up at Andrew, spattered in his orgasm, and smiled in a slutty manner he had not yet seen from his previously innocent lover. She closed her mouth and licked her lips, opening it again, with an even broader smile, to show him that she had swallowed and enjoyed his offering. 

She used his still firm shaft to guide the cum on her face into her mouth, and when she thought she had coaxed every last drop, she used her fingers to scoop up the still warm sex that coated her breasts.

Ms. Cameron guided the young initiate to her feet. The next part of the therapy was necessary to seal the bond of trust between the two. Rebecca had to know that he would never criticize or belittle her expressions of love and lust. She had to know that he would not lose respect for her as a result of their adventures. 

With the remnants of his cum still smeared across her face, and the scent of his semen still fresh on her breath, she leaned forward to kiss him. He did not recoil, instead he pressed his lips against her passionately, his tongue thrust into her mouth, hungrily exploring his salty taste on her sweet lips.

Ms. Cameron and the doctor together guided the couple back into their clothing and into the positions they had been seated in prior to the hypnotism. It was all Ms. Cameron could do to restrain herself from engulfing the young man's still stiff member while she helped him back into his pants, but she knew that such pleasures were likely to follow in future sessions, if this couple's therapy followed a similar course to the other men in Andrew's family.

Once they were seated, Dr. Carter carefully implanted and tested the hypnotic suggestions that the couple would follow in their time before the next session. The surrogate's improvisation had given him deeper insight into Rebecca and Andrew's hidden desires, beyond even that which they had been willing to share in their confidential surveys, and he used this insight to craft more exotic delights than he first imagined. But that impressive sense of intuition, along with her stunning beauty and extraordinary sexual talents, was exactly why he hired Ms. Cameron.

Once all the plans were firmly in his patient's minds, and false memories of this session were planted, the psychiatrist eased the young couple out of their trance. Ms Cameron had long since disappeared back into the private lounge from which she had emerged. 


Hypnotic Sex Therapy Ch. 01



Rebecca and Andrew were both delighted with the progress of their treatment and eager to return for their next session. They arranged their next appointment time with the receptionist, and though they had a sense of happy anticipation for their future together, they had no conscious idea of the amazing adventures that awaited them.

As they walked down the hall hand in hand toward the parking garage, Andrew came up with an idea. "Why don't we go shopping tomorrow, Becca? I would really like to buy you some new outfits." He paused a second, still not entirely sure about where he was getting these ideas and unaware how she would accept his suggestion. "I really would like you buy you some more...exciting outfits."

The idea was exciting to Rebecca...she had always been modest in the past, but she felt a rush of positive energy when she thought about it now. She smiled and said "I'd really like that!"



Hypnotic Sex Therapy Ch. 02



The night after the first therapy appointment Rebecca had a series of elaborate, erotic dreams.  She woke up tingling, her cotton panties wet and fragrant with excitement, and fleeting images of her dreams flashing though her mind like glimpses of pictures seen through a kaleidoscope lens.  

She struggled to remember all the details, but some dreams had already faded to fragments: a clothes store changing room, a deserted beach, a photography session.  These images faded the moment she remembered them.  Only one dream stuck in her mind as she awoke in the late morning light.  

That dream began with her dancing with Andrew at their wedding reception, in the center of a grand, ornate ballroom of black marble and gold.  The band played a waltz and as the elegantly dressed couple danced, the other couples stepped back to empty the floor for the happy newlyweds.  

With each musical phrase another layer of her shimmering white wedding gown evaporated, exposing her lithe body gradually but relentlessly to the audience.  Each veil of gossamer fabric levitated from her gown as though carried off on an unfelt breeze, dissolving into nothingness in the domed vault of the grand ballroom.  

The circle of onlookers drew closer and closer around the dancing couple without ever visibly moving.   What started the dream as a crowd of the couple’s real family and friends became in her sleeping imagination a shrinking ring of tuxedo-clad men, all anonymous strangers.  

The last layer of Rebecca’s gown wafted off her supple frame and dissolved, simultaneously baring her pert breasts, round ass, and smoothly-shaved pussy, leaving her dressed in nothing more than sheer pale stockings, glimmering silver heels, and a pearl and diamond tiara.   

The enclosing wall of well-dressed groomsmen gazed audaciously at her undulating form, the growing lust evident in their intense expressions and hoarse whispers of encouragement. 

Andrew made no move to cover his virginal bride.  Instead, he smiled wickedly and lengthened the pace of his dance steps, bringing his newly betrothed closer and closer to the leering onlookers.  He twirled and turned his naked wife in moves more appropriate to a sensuous tango than a traditional waltz, intentionally spreading her thighs, parting her buttocks and cupping her breasts.  

Pulling her close, facing each other in a tight embrace, he ran his strong fingertips down her spine, wet with perspiration. She gasped as his moistened fingers slipped between her cheeks, and he easily lifted her weightless dream body off her feet.  As she dangled helplessly, his middle finger threatening rude entrance into her sensitive rosette, he rasped an imperative.

“Tell me to stop!”  

In the logic of the dream she didn’t need to move and he didn’t either, and yet his naked, hard member was pressing against her upper thigh as though it had never been covered by the smooth fabric of his tuxedo slacks.

“No,” she whispered softly but defiantly as his finger probed past the tight ring of muscle, and as she felt the tip of his cock searching, as though animated by its own rapacious desires, for her warm wetness.  She felt the eyes of the men, heard their grunts and moans close…almost touching.

“Make me stop!” he insisted again in a guttural bellow.  But his voice was a lie; his words had no meaning.  

The truth was in his ravenous eyes, in his penetrating fingers behind and beneath her, in his inquisitive manhood that had now snaked its way unerringly to its target, demanding entrance into her virginal womb.  

The truth was in his mind, and his mind was inside hers in the passion of the dream.  All the minds were possessed by hers.  She saw her glistening body from all eyes at once…saw Andrew’s long, slick, veiny weapon tear her open from below…saw the reaching arms and grasping hands of all the encircling men reach out to clutch her, maul her, pinch her every inch of naked tender flesh as she was impaled by her husband’s pulsing staff.

In the real world of late morning Rebecca lay nude on her belly on her rumpled bed; her fingers whipping her fragrant juices into a froth of sexual desire as she feverishly worked her throbbing clit.  She amplified, repeated and redrafted the last night’s reverie into a crushing, shuddering cascade of orgasmic quakes, and a final rolling, thunderous climax that dragged her back into unconsciousness.

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The young woman awoke for the second time, spread lewd and naked on her back after nearly an hour of dreamless, exhausted sleep.  She was surprised at herself in so many ways.  

Normally an early riser, no matter how late she worked or partied, the clock on the dresser now showed past noon.  She almost never had erotic dreams and that night she had more than she could remember.  

She rarely masturbated and typically felt guilt and shame after bringing herself to, at best, a marginal climax.  She had just brought herself to a toe-curling, mind-shattering orgasm and felt nothing but contentedness.  

She never stayed naked for long, quickly covering with a towel after showers and not uncovering unless she could quickly dress.  

Her mother, left a young widow by her father’s death in Afghanistan, turned to fundamentalist values in her grief and taught Rebecca to repress her sexuality in every way.  Her mom met Rebecca’s step-father two years after her father’s death through a Bible study session at their Church.  He was studying to be a minister, so the home environment became even more repressive after her mother and step-father had three young daughters of their own.

Now Rebecca made no effort to cover herself as she rolled languidly off the bed and stood next to the full-length mirror on her closet door.  Quite the opposite, for perhaps the first time since she reached puberty, she spent time lovingly admiring her sensuous naked form, taking pride in her slim, toned figure and soft, smooth skin.  

Instead of worrying about her breasts being too small, as she usually did, she marveled at how firm they were, and how pointy and hard her nipples got when she was excited, as she was now.  

Instead of thinking her legs were scrawny and gawky, she admired how long and lean they seemed.  She even thought her feet and toes looked graceful and elegant, and this was typically an area of her body that she kept covered with socks, closed-toed shoes, or hid under things when she thought that people might see.  

She turned away from the mirror and looked over her shoulder at her reflection.  Rebecca knew she was similar to other women in that she always hated her ass.  Too small compared to some, too large compared to others, too round compared to most.  

In the past she hadn’t found anything worthwhile about her backside, but as she adopted a series of poses in the mirror--on tiptoe, legs together, legs apart, one foot on the bed to spread her cheeks and unashamedly fingering her own puckered opening—she was happy and excited with what she saw, as though looking at herself with new eyes.

What was most surprising to the young woman was the part of the dream where she had been exposed to other men.  It had excited her, thrilled her deeply.  So much so that just thinking about it again, fantasizing about it again, was making her wet, and giving her an erotic warm need in her belly.  

She never would have let herself admit that type of feeling before, but for some reason she felt much more confident and comfortable in her own body, and with her own sexuality, since the therapy session with Andrew and Dr. Carter.  

Rebecca checked the clock again.  Andrew said he was going to pick her up in a little over an hour so they could go clothes shopping.  She was excited about getting a new wardrobe.  Her old clothes fit her body but didn’t fit her new self-image.  She wanted clothes that were more revealing, more enticing, more sexually adventurous.  Andrew deserved to be with someone more confident, and, more importantly, she needed to feel more deserving and attractive herself.  

Saturday mornings the three-bedroom apartment she shared was typically empty.  Her roommate Stephanie spent most of her free time with her boyfriend, and they always stayed at his apartment over the weekend.  Stephie had the master bedroom with the deluxe multi-jet, surrounding showerheads in the bathroom, and Rebecca always preferred that to the tub & shower combination in the second bathroom that she shared with Juliet.  

Juliet was an ER nurse, and worked long shifts that typically didn’t bring her home until Saturday evenings.  Rebecca at one time had relished the long time alone she could have on Saturdays.  Her childhood home had become really busy with her mother and step-father, her three much younger sisters and her all living together in the same two bedroom house that was her natural father’s only valuable possession.  She’d put on her long flannel robe and fluffy slippers and read or do college homework by herself in the living room until it was time for her Saturday night shift at the steakhouse.

But that sense of freedom in solitude didn’t last too many weekends and increasingly she found that time alone felt lonely.  Her new routine on Saturdays took her to the gym before seven am, to the college library in the morning, and then out to lunch with Andrew before starting her evening shift.  Every so often, like tonight, she’d swap her lucrative Saturday night shift with another server so that she could have a special date night, but even on those days she’d rarely hang around the apartment past 8 or 9 in the morning.

It was almost 1pm now, and Rebecca put on the nappy flannel robe and ragged slippers, simply out of habit, for the walk to the master bathroom.  She glanced back into the mirror and grimaced.  The sexy, attractive woman that she had seen in the mirror just a short time earlier had been replaced by a frumpy hausfrau.  

Casting off the robe and kicking off the slippers she was gloriously naked again, and could feel the sexual energy electrically recharging her waning self-confidence.  Determined to preserve this new feeling of empowerment, she wadded up the robe and slippers in a ball and strode confidently in the buff out through the living room and into the kitchen.  

With a quick glance out the kitchen window to make sure that the service road behind the apartment building was empty of the neighborhood kids that sometimes played there, she opened the door, stepped out on the back deck, lifted the lid of the garbage can and assertively disposed of the outdated symbols of her former, timid self.

Only after the wad of material hit the bottom of the empty container with a soft thud did Rebecca remember that she left her diary in the robe pocket.  A surge of irrational fear gripped her over the accidental disposal of her record of the past several years of deepest thoughts and most secret feelings.  She had to retrieve it!  

Letting go of the doorknob she grabbed the rim of the large, wheeled plastic bin, tilting it toward her and reaching down into it.  The can was too deep and she could not reach the robe.  She had no choice but to lay the can down on its side on the raised wooden deck and, crouching down on hands and knees, carefully crawl into the container to retrieve her journal.  She was never as glad as at this moment that Stephie absolutely required that all kitchen and bathroom garbage be double-bagged before disposal, since that rigidly enforced policy kept the inside of the heavy container clean and dry.

With a gasp of relief she located the treasured book, and as her fingers grasped the smooth leather of the cover, her moment of adrenalin over the possible loss of her diary faded.  With a clearer mind she suddenly realized that she was outside her apartment, completely nude, with her ass sticking lewdly out of a nearly empty garbage can.  She started to scramble backwards and out, glad in her memory that the service road had been deserted.   

Careful not to touch the sides of the bin, Rebecca was almost out when she heard a sound that sent another shock of adrenalin shooting through her system.

“Everything okay here?” came the distinctive, cracking male voice from directly behind her, echoing in the plastic can.  

She stopped backing up and looked down and under herself.  It was ‘Mr. Roper’, and he was standing on the ground next to their apartment’s raised back deck.  His eyes were exactly at the level where he was staring through the open railing right at Rebecca’s naked ass and pussy.

His name wasn’t really Mr. Roper, but he everyone in the apartment complex thought that he was a perfect facsimile of the smarmy character played by Norman Fell in the old “Three’s Company” TV show, and as he was the superintendant for the apartment complex, the secret nickname just stuck.  The young woman’s bare feet were almost touching him, and his face was probably less than two feet from her nude, round bottom.

When you stub your toe on the couch and you say “ow” before the pain actually hits, your memory of past pain is working faster than your body can signal the actual pain, and you are reacting to the memory.  Rebecca braced for the terrible shame she expected to feel based on just such an anticipation of being totally exposed.

But the shame she expected never engulfed her.  Instead, as she looked into the eyes of the older man as he gazed directly between her legs, and she felt a surge of erotic power.  She felt control, not vulnerability.  She didn’t blush, she giggled.  

“Just a minute, Mr. Ro…Henderson.”  She backed out of the bin, the soles of her feet touching his flannel shirt, and her delicious backside inching ever closer to his face.  He gulped, swallowing audibly as she crouched back and lifted her head clear of the container.  Still with her back toward him, she sat back on her heels and looked over her shoulder.  

He was still staring unabashedly at her ass.  She felt her tight pussy lubricating.  “I dropped something by accident.”  She stood up, lifting the trash can upright.  She could hear Mr. Henderson moan as she turned back to face him, one hand holding the book, the other on her hip.  She glanced around to make sure no one else was watching, and as no one was, decided to have a little more fun.

“Rebecca?” he said in surprise.

“Yes, Mr. Henderson, you were expecting someone else?”  She smiled and leaned forward, putting her hands on the railing and looming over the flabbergasted superintendant, her small breasts hanging deliciously from her chest.

“Well, yes, I mean, no, I guess I thought that it wouldn’t be you.”  

“Wouldn’t be me what, Mr. Henderson?”  She put one foot up on the railing, since it seemed the old guy was having a little problem getting the perfect view.

“You’re naked.  Out back.  You’re always so shy.”  She swung her bent knee slowly from side to side, enjoying the feeling of the air on her naked pussy.  Mr. Henderson was visibly sweating.  He had his left hand shoved deep in his pocket and was obviously touching himself.

“You thought it would be Juliet, or Stephie? Have you seen them naked outdoors, Mr. H?”  He shook his head no.  “You aren’t too disappointed that it’s me, are you?” 

“Oh, no!  Not at all, you have a beautiful body,” he choked out, blushing.

“My boobs aren’t too small for you?”  She cupped her breasts and pouted, pinching her own hard nipples. “I know Juliet’s are so much bigger.  I’ve seen hers, big and round with big pink nipples, but her nipples don’t get hard like mine.”

Mr. Henderson’s lips moved, but no sound came out as he shook his head and tried to indicate that he liked Rebecca’s breasts very much.

She put one hand down between her legs and touched her hot, wet cunt.  “Juliet has a thick blonde bush though, not trimmed close like mine.  Stephie’s is shaved bare.  I like mine though, don’t you, Mr. Henderson?”

He just stood with his jaw slack, no longer even trying to respond as she dipped the tip of one finger into her wet opening.  

“Thanks for stopping by…I have to go get a shower now.”  Rebecca turned, showing him her round ass again, and noticed that the door had shut.  She tried the handle, but it was locked.  

“Oh dear, wait a moment, Mr. H, I’m locked out!”  She turned to catch him but he hadn’t budged an inch.  “Could you come do me a big favor and open me up?”  She pouted and bit her lip in mock distress.

For an older man he was suddenly remarkably spry, running around the raised wooden deck and dashing up the few stairs to stand next to her at the kitchen door, close to Rebecca’s warm nude body, but not quite touching.  He fumbled awkwardly with the ring of keys.  He was having a very hard time locating the right one, mostly because he was looking at the naked young woman standing dangerously close to him, and not at all at the clump of jangling brass he held in his trembling hands.

“Do you need some help, Mr. H?” she teased, bringing the same finger that had been between her moist labia up to her mouth in a gesture of concern.  She leaned in close, pressing her hard nipple into his shoulder and looking down.  The lump under the fly of his worn blue jeans was obvious now that his hand was no longer in his pocket to shield it.  

She was getting a little impatient…he was so flustered he was practically useless.  She spotted a set of keys that looked like they had the right series of numbers and reached down to take over, pressing herself even more closely against him.  

“Try this one,” she offered, glancing around to make sure that there was no one else in the area.  His hands were shaking so hard that she had to help guide the key into the lock and turn it…it fit, and the door clicked open.

Rebecca turned and picked up her journal from the railing, then swung the door open and gracefully stepped inside.  She stood for a moment looking back at the rattled older man, feeling a little guilty that she’d teased him so terribly.  He stood in the open doorway, the keys still in his hand, a touch of sadness on his face.

She put the journal down on the counter and leaned forward, her breasts pressed against his heaving chest; she could feel his heart pounding as she brought her sweet young lips close to his ear.  He could smell the scent of her sex on her breath as she whispered.

“You won’t tell anyone how naughty I am, will you Mr. H?”  With one hand she loosed his grasp on her door key and guided his quivering fingers to the small of her back.  With the other she reached down and found the hard knob of his stiff dick.  

“You’ve been so nice to me; let me help you with your problem.” Rebecca pressed her hips forward, grinding against the hard-on she gripped in her graceful fingers.  His hand on her back started to drift downward over her bum.

“I got so excited feeling your eyes all over me, Mr. H.”  She gave his stiff bulge a little tug.   

Rebecca’s newfound sexual power crackled through her.  “I felt your eyes all over me, sir…it felt so good.  On my tits,” she pressed her stiff nipples into him, “on my ass,” she rolled her round cheek under his wandering fingers “and on my hot,” squeezing the head of his cock gently, “tight,” squeezing harder, “pussy” gripping him tight against her smooth body. 

She felt his cock pulse into her hip, felt the hot wetness of his gushing cum soaking his jeans against her bare skin, and smelled the distinctive scent of his spent desire.  

“Thank you,” she whispered sweetly as she stepped back.  “I have to take that shower now.”

“Thank you, Rebecca.  You made an old man very happy today,” his bittersweet tone belied a hint of sad nostalgia as he meekly waved and turned to close the door.  

Now it was the young woman’s turn to tremble as the enormity of what she had done became clear.  She had completely transformed herself.  Her sexuality, hidden so long under layers of repression, had awoken on this day like a magnificent butterfly.  She smiled a soft, confident smile and headed to the master bathroom for a much needed shower.



Hypnotic Sex Therapy Ch. 03



The night after their first counseling session Andrew had powerful erotic dreams. He usually dreamt several times a night and it was typical that those dreams involved sex, but as he tossed in his sleep in the early morning after counseling, he was gripped with unusually intense fantasy visions.

The first few dreams moved quickly, in clear focus yet somehow not visible: going with Rebecca to a secluded beach, watching her try on clothes in a boutique changing room, and taking her to a photographer to arrange wedding photos. As the final dream of the evening started, only the feeling of those earlier dreams remained, the thrill of seeing his shy fiancée attracting the sexual attention of other men. 

His final dream was detailed, clear and felt absolutely real, even at the points where the events were bizarre and supernatural. It began with Andrew picking up Rebecca for a date. She wore a checked blue and white sundress, and casual flat sandals. As she approached the car a breeze blew her dress high, exposing pink thong panties that accentuated the round curves of her bare ass, and hugged her close-trimmed pussy in sheer fabric. She laughed and made no effort to push the unruly garment back into place. 

In the car, she forcefully took charge, telling him to drive them to a nightclub he had never heard of and squeezing his member through his pants when he started to object. Though the dream had started in afternoon daylight it was late-night dark when they drove into an industrial office park, even though no time seemed to have passed. 

They drove slowly through the empty parking lots in front of auto mechanics, window manufacturers, and electrical supply stores, in grey steel buildings with unreadable signs, all shuttered closed for the night. Slowly they snaked their way to the rear of the sprawling complex, feeling more and more isolated as they drove.

Completely out of context with her surroundings, Rebecca maintained a cheerful, perky, demeanor as they pulled to a stop in front of the last building. Unlike all the other buildings they had passed the tall, grey steel facade and corrugated roof was not pierced by windows or skylights. There were a dozen silent cars in the parking lot. A single, bare, 100 watt bulb burned above a heavy, black, wooden door.

Without exiting the car or walking across the lot, they were at the door, shivering in the cool evening air. Andrew's nubile girlfriend pressed the doorbell anxiously. The young couple stared up into the security camera mounted near the bulb. Another breeze came out of nowhere and blew her dress high as they waited for a response, and again she made no effort to cover herself as the camera scanned across her exposed legs and bottom. A dark wet spot had appeared on the sheer pink material between her thighs.

The black door opened inward silently and automatically. They stepped into a lightless, empty room and the door closed behind them, enveloping the two in warm darkness that smelled faintly of desire. 

Another door opened on the opposite side of the room, letting a thin yellow light leak in, illuminating nothing. In the doorway, behind a velvet rope that arched across the opening, was a dwarf in a tuxedo. Not a small man, but an alien race like a dwarf from the Lord of the Rings, short and incredibly heavyset, with a long thick white beard.

He never took his eyes off Rebecca, and waved them forward anxiously, as though they were late. He smiled and grunted at the young woman, moving the rope out of her way so that she could pass into the darkened room beyond. As she walked through the doorway the mischievous breeze again lifted her dress, and the lascivious little man got a good close-up look at the girl's nearly naked bottom as she scooted hurriedly past into the dark of the next room. 

Andrew tried to follow in her wake but the dwarf solidly blocked his path.

"Twenty dollars," the creature insisted.

"But I'm with her!"

"Not anymore," the dwarf grinned wickedly and held out his hand. Andrew fished out his wallet and handed over the money. By the time he was allowed to pass he had no idea where in the inky darkness his fiancée had gone.

The darkness wasn't empty space; it was a maze of pitch black wooden walls. Three entrances presented to Andrew and he chose the middle one, thinking that must have been the path Rebecca had followed. He had to walk with his hands out in front of him, carefully feeling his way across the rough-grained surfaces in the near total darkness to avoid running face first into a solid barrier. 

As he twisted and turned down the pathways he heard the loud thumping of music and a woman's laughter ahead of him. Increasingly frantic he turned a blind corner and suddenly burst into an open space in the maze. Before him six men stood with their faces pressed against a curved, black wooden wall. Their pants were around their ankles and their naked hips were pressed against the matte black boundary of the far side of the room.

As he inched cautiously closer one of the men turned and smiled at him as though he was recognized, waving him toward an empty place at the wall next to him. It was only then Andrew realized that there were openings in the black painted surface, one at eye level and another directly below at hip level. The men were staring through the upper openings at something on the other side, at the same time thrusting their naked cocks through the lower openings. 

The friendly stranger pointed to the empty space again and Andrew dimly saw the pair of openings that was not being used. He peered through the eye slit and his heart started to pound. Inside he viewed a circular room lit in a soft, warm light and padded all around in plush red upholstery. A beautiful, voluptuous blonde woman stood in the center of the room, naked except for tall black leather boots that laced nearly to the hip. With pale skin and heavy full breasts she looked to Andrew like a more mature version of Rebecca's roommate, Juliet. 

In one hand she held a black leather riding crop. The other hand she kept between her parted legs, slowly working her graceful fingers across her shaved, wet snatch. She presided over two kneeling women, clad in nothing but tight-fitting, black leather blindfolds. Andrew was relieved that neither of the women appeared to be his future wife. 

One was a sleek, dark-skinned, young black woman, and the other a mature, zaftig, fiery redhead. All around the room throbbing cocks protruded through the openings in the walls. The black girl had both hands wrapped around a long, slender, uncircumcised white cock on the wall opposite Andrew. She pressed her lips against it and in a single, slow, smooth motion made it disappear into her mouth, her nose finally coming to rest against the soft red cushioning of the wall.

Andrew gazed in wonder as the blonde used the crop to nudge the redhead from the middle of the room toward a thick, brown cock bobbing out of a hole a few feet to his left, a trickle of pre-cum dripping from the tip. 

When the redhead moved too slowly for the impatient mistress of ceremonies, the crop suddenly sliced through the air and came down with a crack on the woman's round ass, a bright pink welt appearing instantly beneath the harsh tip. The redhead moaned appreciatively, and smiling, arched her back to present herself for a much desired beating while still blindly seeking out the eager cock that her mistress had led her to suck. Soon she was bathing the ebony tool with her passionate mouth, while the mistress continued to rain down sharp strikes on her subject's lewdly wiggling, rapidly reddening ass. 

The scene had mesmerized Andrew, momentarily distracting him from the dreaming chase after his missing fiancée. Before he could drag his eyes away to begin the search anew, a red-draped section of the wall behind the mistress quivered, and suddenly Rebecca tumbled through the curtain and into the circular room, landing at the feet of the blonde dominatrix. The hairy, muscular arm of the dwarf that had propelled her still protruded through the opening the drapes, hand held upward to indicate that escape was not an option.

His fiancée's brown hair was tousled, her lipstick smeared. She was still dressed in the blue-checked sundress but it was twisted askew on her lithe frame, and her mascara had run down one cheek. Her feet were bare, the summer sandals missing. He expected the shy Rebecca to run away from this lascivious display, but instead she looked right at the opening where he gazed out upon her. Even though Andrew knew—in the way that dreamers can know all the contents of their own dreams—that she could not see him, she smiled as though she felt his presence and stood to present herself to the wicked mistress.

The blonde looked over at Andrew's peephole and smiled too, but her smile was not friendly. It was naughty, seductive, and domineering, but not friendly. She turned back to the young woman and leered down at her, removing her hand from her own sopping, bald pussy and using it to smear her fragrant juices all across Rebecca's face, finally sliding four fingers insistently into the trembling girl's mouth. 

Andrew's fiancée sucked hungrily on the blonde's sex-coated fingers. The pale naked woman withdrew her hand roughly grabbed the material of the front of her sundress, effortlessly lifting the smaller girl off her feet and leaving her bare feet dangling helplessly in air. Thrusting her head forward she planted her lips hard on the young woman's still open mouth, penetrating her with an insistent tongue and tasting her own musky essence mixed with the girl's sweet, panting breath.

Abruptly and in one motion, the blonde dropped Rebecca back to the floor, tearing the sundress down and off, instantly stripping the brunette to nothing but her pink thong, now thoroughly soaked from her own sex juices. Instead of covering in shame as he expected, his fiancée spread her arms wide, surrendering herself both to the desires of her powerful mistress and to the eyes of all the men peering through the secret openings encircling the room. 

With another forceful tug the thong was torn off, baring Rebecca's close trimmed, brown haired pussy. Her labia were dangling thick with passion and wet with need. The thong was flung away and disappeared into the same dream-space where the sundress had recently vanished. With both hands the blonde pushed Rebecca down to her knees, guiding her pink quivering lips to her mistresses sopping, needy cunt. All around the room, cocks bounced and throbbed in voyeuristic admiration of the passionate work Rebecca's eager mouth did between the dominatrix's shapely thighs. 

In the hungry mouths of the two blindfolded women, the turgid shafts they ministered could hold back no longer and spewed out appreciation. Each woman savored every salty drop before releasing the flagging members and moving another prick to the right around the circle.

The mistress shuddered in pleasure herself. She pulled Rebecca's shiny, wet face away from her slick pussy and secured a previously unseen black leather blindfold over the delirious girl's eyes. Pinching Rebecca's nipple hard, she stood her up and led the naked brunette beauty, tripping and tumbling, for a tour around the circular room. 

She bumped Rebecca intentionally into each hard cock as she passed, mashing the stiff members against the plush cushioned walls with the smooth, soft, teasing warmth of the future bride's ass, thighs and belly. Strands of sticky clear fluids stretched from their tips to her lithe body, breaking and streaking across her unblemished skin as the mistress led the captive to the next erection in the circle. 

Andrew turned to escape. He needed to find a way to enter the room and save Rebecca from further degradation, but instead of the open room with six other men he now found himself in a tightly confining box of black wooden walls. He clawed for a way out but the box only seemed to draw tighter around him. 

He turned back to face the room and through the spyhole he now saw his naked girlfriend on her hands and knees at the curtain. The dwarf had one hand on her head, guiding her down, where he held a gnarled, glossy club of crafted from polished black marble. The stunted humanoid stepped out through the curtain and Andrew realized in sudden horror that the dwarf was naked, that the stone club wasn't a weapon at all, but the creature's erect phallus. He was guiding Rebecca's mouth down onto the oozing, bulbous head. She licked her lips in anticipation.

He tried to yell but no voice emerged from his throat. He raised his fists high intending to pound down the wall in front of him, but as his arms lashed out, he found it was no longer a wall, but instead a heavy curtain. He lost his balance and pitched himself through the drapery. 

Andrew reeled in the humid, musky room with the dwarf and the mistress and the circle of throbbing cocks, all their attention focused on his nude fiancée, now lovingly caressing the shiny, crooked organ that pulsed only inches from her lips.

He tried to stand and run toward her. His own clothes disappeared. Naked, he suddenly couldn't get his feet under him. Instead, he kept grinding toward his goal on his belly like a worm. 

The padded floor shifted, the walls disappeared and suddenly he found himself standing at the center of the room, on a raised platform, his own throbbing, aching manhood being tenderly caressed by the naked Rebecca, no longer blindfolded. She knelt before him and gazed up into his eyes eagerly as she drew her mouth closer to his aching cock. 

The dwarf was gone, as were the redhead and the ebony girl. The other men, all naked now, sat on a circular couch encircling the display, stroking their slippery, oversized knobs as they watched the young naked couple perform. 

The mistress was still there, dressed now in a light grey silk blazer and matching skirt. Her naked breasts hanging visible and taunting under the unbuttoned blazer. She twirled the riding crop skillfully in her long thin fingers, and with her other hand lovingly stroked the brunette's silky hair. She leaned forward and whispered to the future bride. 

As the mistress stepped back Andrew noticed something rising up under the hem of her short skirt. The slit of the garment parted and the shiny, thick marble phallus of the dwarf emerged above the blonde's creamy thighs, taking the form of a grotesque strap-on dildo, held tight to the mistress with a red leather harness. She positioned herself behind Rebecca and pressed the fat, bulbous, black head of the sexual weapon against the innocent coed's tight anal bud.

Andrew watched his fiancée's eyes open wide as the huge device was rammed rudely into her. She reached up and grabbed her lovers cock and balls tightly in her hands as her pupils rolled back in her head, and she moaned deeply in simultaneous pleasure and pain. Rebecca started to quake in orgasm, and Andrew could no longer control his own climax, watching his girlfriend forcefully invaded by the curvy, pale blonde. 

His own shattering release came in thick, ropey jets that sprayed powerfully across her face, down her back, and onto the exposed breasts of the mistress. He kept cumming and cumming, each blast of jism stronger than the last. Rebecca aimed the generous offering down her throat and swallowed, smiling faintly in the pleasure of the orgasmic afterglow. 

The mistress started to moan and spasm, forcing the twisted dildo deep into the brunette as she shook in her own climax. At the sight of the three lovers the encircling voyeurs erupted in a fountain of ejaculate, coating the two women in copious quantities of hot, manly fluids. 

Andrew awoke with a start, the full details of the dream still his mind. His twisted sheets were wet with sweat, which cooled rapidly in the placid reality of the morning. He cock was hard, but coated with his own sticky wetness. The evidence of his dreaming orgasm was abundant on his bedclothes and all over his muscular lower body.

Still hard, he rolled out of bed and stumbled off to the shower to prepare for his day. He was going to take his fiancée shopping for new sexy clothes today. He wondered what she might think of his dream.



Hypnotic Sex Therapy Ch. 04



Andrew pulled into the parking lot in front of Rebecca's apartment. He was a half hour earlier than scheduled, but he was eager. The whole drive over from his house he had been semi-hard. He kept thinking about the dream, and the fantasy of his shy, innocent fiancée nude in front of other men was making him crazy with lust.

There was no answer when he knocked on the apartment door. He figured that she wasn't ready yet, that she was probably in the shower and couldn't hear him at the door. He waited another couple of minutes and had just turned to go back to his car when Rebecca's roommate, Juliet, came walking toward him up the sidewalk.

"Is your girlfriend not home, sweetie?" Juliet was a tall, natural blonde with blue eyes and pale skin. Even in her bare feet she was almost Andrew's height, and in the nursing clogs she was wearing now she was a couple of inches taller. 

"I think she's there...we're going out shopping in a little while." Andrew had a hard time keeping his imagination in control. Even though she was only a few years older than Andrew, and the dominatrix in his dream was probably 20 years older than him, she was similar enough to the tall, pale, forceful blonde in his dream that he knew his fantasy must have been based on her. He tried not to be obviously undressing her with his eyes as her large, firm breasts bounced beneath the thin material of her blue hospital scrubs.

"It's okay, I'll let you in. She's probably getting ready and can't hear you." As she bent to put the key into the lock, the drape of the loose fabric over the nurse's backside accentuated the curve of her butt. Not as round as Rebecca's, but Andrew's mental picture of her naked ass framed by the straps of the dildo harness instantly had him fully hard again. He was discreetly repositioning his solid boner vertically in his khakis to try to hide it when he noticed that Juliet had turned her head and was watching him touch himself.

She smiled as she opened the door. "Rebecca's a lucky girl...though I doubt she'll know just how lucky until your wedding night," she giggled. His fiancée's roommates both knew that she was saving herself for the wedding. They thought her desire to remain celibate until she was married was odd for a modern college girl, but in a quaint, innocent sort of way that fit Rebecca's overall shy demeanor. And they both pitied the effect it had on Andrew, but he seemed stoic and patient...and hard as a rock all the time.

Andrew and Juliet both heard the distinctive rush of the master shower running as they entered. "Hope she hasn't used up all the hot water," grumbled the nurse. "We ended up overstaffed today and I was hoping to hit the town to celebrate my unexpected time off. That girl takes forever in the shower sometimes. She must be relieving all that...tension...with the massage jets."

Juliet's face had a dreamy look on it as she walked into the hall that connected the living room to her bedroom, the guest bath, and Rebecca's room. Andrew plopped down on the couch facing the hall. It was his typical spot to sit whenever Juliet was home. She was a lot more relaxed about her body than Rebecca, a lot more casual about leaving her door open when she changed, or not worrying about her towel or robe covering everything when she emerged from the bathroom at the end of the hall. In fact, he'd seen a lot more of Juliet by accident than he had ever seen of Rebecca in the months that they'd been dating.

The nurse smiled to herself as she headed toward her bedroom. Andrew was always so horny, and so predictable. She made sure she untied the front closure on her blouse before she reached her door, and let the fabric start to slide off her creamy white shoulders before she stepped fully into the bedroom. 

She didn't look at him. She didn't want him to know she was completely aware of the view she was giving him. Leaving the door open just wide enough so that he could see, she took the blouse completely off and laid it on her bed. Topless except for her sheer tan bra, she kept her back toward her appreciative peeper. Juliet's nipples started to harden, partly from the cool air and partly from the thrill it gave her to tease her roommate's fiance.

She took off her clogs, and slid off her thick white socks. Briefly entertaining the idea of undoing the drawstring on her pants and showing the young man that the back of her panties matched the sheer tan material of her bra, she instead decided to play it a bit more subtly, disappearing behind the partially closed door. 

Andrew shifted a bit, trying to get a better angle without making it obvious what he was doing. He couldn't see Juliet at all for a few seconds, and let his hand drop to his lap to squeeze his erection through the material of his pants. 

Juliet dropped her pants, still behind the door, and stood for a moment debating whether to give him a quick "accidental" front or rear view of her sheer bra and panties before closing the door, when the sound of the master bathroom shower abruptly stopped. Not wanting to risk flashing her roommate's boyfriend in front of her roommate, Juliet nudged the door shut. There would be plenty of other opportunities to tease poor Andrew.

The young man also heard the shower go off, and when Juliet's door closed a few seconds later, he was both disappointed and excited. Dissappointed because he was hoping to see more of Juliet, and excited because Rebecca wouldn't be expecting him to be waiting inside her apartment, since he didn't have his own key. 

He repositioned himself on the couch so he was facing the door of Stephie's room. He hoped that his fiancée would be more careless with that big, awful robe that she always wore around the apartment if she didn't know anyone was around. In the whole time they had been dating, he'd never gotten more than a quick peek at her breasts and pussy in the light of day. The one time had been at the beach when her little sister dumped sand inside Rebecca's modest one-piece and she dashed into the surf to wash the sand out in the waves.

Now he was anxiously hoping for another quick glimpse. He heard the master bath door open and shut. In his head he counted her steps and anticipated the moment when she would emerge from the master bedroom into the dining area and then turn toward him on her way to her own bedroom. He figured that the turn would be his best chance for a peep at her nudity, and he didn't intend to miss it. He wondered if she'd be startled enough by seeing him that she might be even more careless with the robe.

He heard her before he saw her, singing to herself as she approached the doorway. When she did appear his heart raced. Instead of the worn flannel full length robe and old slippers, she was gloriously, completely, utterly naked, singing and sort-of-dancing through the dining area and into the kitchen. She didn't see Andrew because she had her hair, and most of her head, covered with a towel, drying her hair to the beat of her own private music. 

Facing away from Andrew she sashayed over to the refrigerator and, dropping the towel on the counter, opened the door and bent over, leaving her fiancé with a perfect view of her slippery pussy lips, peeking out from the mat of trimmed brown hair. She swayed her hips to her silent internal beat as she dug for something from the drawer, exposing her most secret place, the puckered pink balloon-knot between the cheeks of her rosy bottom.

Andrew clenched his solid pole, hard, through the front of his pants. He dared not stroke it because he was precariously close to blowing his load at the amazing sight of the beautiful woman before him. It took all his concentration to stifle the groan of pleasure and desire that struggled for release. 

Rebecca retrieved a cluster of red grapes from the drawer and, standing up straight, dangled them over her head, forcing herself to go up on tiptoe before she lowered the grapes far enough to snag the bottom one with her outstretched tongue and suck it into her mouth. 

She giggled, feeling decadent, standing there in the cool dry air of the fridge, her nipples stiffened like pebbles on her small breasts. She finally shut the door and spun around, coming eye-to-eye with her fiancé Andrew, mutely sitting on the couch, his mouth agape, and his right hand full of the obvious bulge in his trousers.

He expected her to scream, cover herself in shame and run to her room, or behind a counter, or back into Stephie's room, or somewhere. 

She expected herself to blush deeply in embarrassment, cover herself, and run and hide, refusing to emerge until the shame passed, maybe not until a few days later.

But some other urge consumed her lithe, naked body. She didn't run, or cover, or blush. A fire of erotic desire sparked deep in her womb, and the flames rapidly spread across her entire body. Her mouth opened, and there was no squeak of surprise or embarrassed yelp, instead from deep inside her came a noise she had never made before, a throaty, feline, purring growl. A sound of pure animal lust. 

Her fiancé opened his mouth, an apology started to come tumbling out, he was guilty at being caught gazing at her, and touching himself, and terribly afraid that he had startled her. He heard the sound of the growl, but its meaning had not yet sunk into his mind, and even if it had it was such an alien expression from his demure beloved that he wouldn't have been able to translate it. 

But no intelligible syllable emerged from his lips. He stuttered, stammered, and before he could vocalize his scrambled thoughts she moved, fast. Two quick steps and then a leaping, graceful pounce and she was on him, astride his lap, her naked body enveloping his astonished form. Her mouth, open, hungrily clamped on his. Her tongue thrust between his lips. Her hands were all over him, his chest, his arms, his face, his neck. She was possessed, writhing nude on his lap, wriggling forward until her mons pressed against his throbbing member.

Not until he started to respond, until his hands found her way onto her smooth strong back and pressed her against him, until his own lips responded to hers, until his own tongue probed her mouth, did she start to abate the fierce intensity of her initial attack. 

She broke the kiss, and the words came pouring out of her as quickly as she had pounced, as though they had been trapped inside for too long. They came out in a passionate, unbreakable flow, overwhelming him almost as much as the sight of her body and the crush of her kiss.

"Oh my god, Andrew, I love you so much, I need you, I want you. You make me burn inside. You wouldn't believe what I dreamed. You wouldn't believe what I did! I feel so free. I've never felt this way before, I love it, my body, it feels so powerful, so animal, so sexual. Touch me!" Without pausing in the torrent of words she brought his hand to her firm, naked breasts. 

He cupped her gently, never having felt them without a two layers of clothing in between. "You won't believe it when I tell you, what I dreamt, what I thought, what I did! The whole time in the shower all I could think of was the feeling of you in my mouth. Your cock, Andrew. In my mouth. I want it! In need it!"

She felt so small and delicate in his strong hands. "Squeeze!" she insisted, wrapping her fingers around his and making him grip her firmly. 

"Pinch!" she directed his fingers to her stiff nipples. Again he was too gentle and again she forced him to deliver the pressure she needed, the jolt of delicious pain that shot through her neck up the back of her head and then quivered down between her legs.

Again the words came fast and furious. "I have to taste you Andrew...I have to feel you in my mouth. I can't wait any longer. Don't want to wait. Shouldn't wait. Not going to wait anymore. I need you in my mouth." 

As she spoke she clawed at his shirt, starting to unbutton it but immediately losing patience with her own lack of dexterity, simply pulled it up and over his head instead. He became trapped in the shirt, his arms up, trying to work free, his head caught in the fabric of the collar. One more button and he would have been able to get out, but his undershirt was pressing into his mouth and he couldn't get his arms in position to move. 

He writhed under her, trying to free himself, but she had another plan in mind. Her mouth clamped on his nipple, sucking gently at first then nibbling. As she gently dragged her front teeth across his sensitive skin, her hands franticly went to his belt, somehow finding the necessary agility to open the buckle and the strength to yank it out of the loops and toss it over her shoulder. Her fingers deftly slipped the pants button open and smoothly drew down the zip. 

Her mouth traced from his nipple to his navel. He could feel her breasts, small and soft, and her nipples, smooth and stiff, slide down his torso. Still he was trapped in his shirt, but suddenly, as he felt her hot breath on the fly of his boxers, as she slid his pants down and off, pushing the shoes and socks to the floor in a heap, suddenly he wasn't struggling anymore. He felt her tits against his thigh, and her hot wetness on his ankle as her graceful hands snaked up inside his boxers to find his dangling balls. 

"Need to taste you. Need you in my mouth." She whispered intently, slowly, now, no more frenzied flurry of words. She grabbed the waist of his underwear and pulled them down from the inside. His thick hard cock bent down and then slapped against his belly as the elastic let it go. 

He gave up trying to remove the shirt, not wanting to do anything to break her trance as she took off his last piece of clothing and stared at his throbbing tool, quietly murmuring as though in prayer as she took his full balls in one hand and the base of his cock in the other. "Need you in my mouth...shooting inside me, in my mouth, feel you, taste you...cum in my mouth, on my face, on my tits, on my tongue, down my throat, all over me." 

He felt her kneeling between his legs. Felt her raise the tip of his cock until it stood up straight, straining. The head was shiny smooth, red with passion, almost as red as her lips as she brought them closer, closer. Her breath, hot and moist on the sensitive skin underneath. She paused an iridescent moment, poised as close as she could get without actually touching the magnificent flesh between his legs.

And just at that moment—at that worst possible moment—the nagging tickle that lingered at the back of his brain since his innocent, shy, naked Rebecca had flown across the room and pounced on him a glorious eternity of moments ago became a clear, crystal thought. It flew to the forefront of his consciousness as he heard a doorknob turn, and a door creak open, and the melodious voice of Juliet come wafting down the hall.

"Hey baby girl, did you save me any hot water?"



Hypnotic Sex Therapy Ch. 05



Juliet turned the corner toward the living room and gasped at the unexpected erotic sight unfolding before her. Rebecca, startled by her roommate's sudden appearance, turned toward the source of the interruption, spinning from a kneeling position in front of Andrew to a seated, spread-legged position next to him. 

After nearly a year of living with Rebecca, Juliet had never seen her younger roommate in anything more revealing than her ratty old robe. And though she had taken guilty pleasure inspiring Andrew's cock to harden in his pants over the months the two had been dating, she had never glimpsed his hardness in all its naked glory. 

And now here, all at once and unexpectedly, the two young people were completely nude and exposed to her appreciative gaze. A twinge of excitement tickled Juliet's belly. 

Briefly she thought of turning her head or hustling off to the bathroom to save the two any further embarrassment, but that she eliminated that idea immediately and completely. After all, she thought, it was her living room too! If the young couple were going to put on a show, she'd be silly to pass up the opportunity to watch.

For a delicious moment, the pair was frozen in surprise. Rebecca sat gaping at her roommate, making no effort to cover her bare breasts, chest heaving with the excitement of the what she had nearly done and the shock of being discovered. Her legs spread wide gave Juliet a clear view of her wet, dark-haired pussy. Her fingers still encircled the base of her boyfriend's throbbing, shiny cock, straight up.

"Oh," Rebecca said quietly. She was going to follow it up with something about not knowing Juliet was home, maybe an apology, or an excuse. But all that followed was a quiet "um."

The young man, a moment ago on the precipice of feeling his girlfriends warm lips on his dick for the first time in their courtship, was now struggling again against his shirt. His legs spread more as he did so, and the effect was to make his full, dangling balls swing gently between his thighs.

Juliet reveled in the moment, like a cat toying with a mouse, she felt in control of the situation, playful, and just a little bit sadistic at intentionally drawing out the discomfort of the circumstances. Her own pussy was lubricating now, and she became aware of her hard nipples straining at the clingy fabric of her short satin robe.

"You might want to help your boyfriend out of that shirt before he hurts himself, baby girl," Juliet said in her most helpful tone. She leaned against the hallway threshold and bent one knee to cross her ankles, indicating by her posture that she was content to simply watch as the two nude lovers tried to extricate themselves from their awkward condition.

Rebecca did exactly as Juliet had hoped, following her advice without objection. Climbing up on the couch next to Andrew, straddling his strong thigh for leverage, and grabbing and pulling at the snarl of fabric to disentangle him from the accidental knot that bound his head and arms. There was a tearing noise, though it wasn't clear what had ripped, and the shirt and undershirt were finally removed with a happy giggle from the younger girl.

Now both Rebecca and Andrew were completely naked before the bemused blonde roommate, and now Andrew could clearly see that Juliet was openly eyeing his stiff member, watching it bob excitedly over the flat firm surface of his well muscled abdomen. He started to blush, but made no effort to cover...there was no sense in covering at this late a point in the display.

"There, that's better. Isn't it, Andrew?" Juliet smiled and licked her lips subtly with the tip of her tongue. With a casual indifference that belied the conscious knowledge of exactly what she was doing, she bowed her bent knee out just a little farther, parting the short robe just a bit more at the top of her thighs. She couldn't check without giving away her intent, but she hoped the effect would display of her own smooth pale legs, stopping just short of showing off her blonde bush to the naked couple.

Andrew's gaze went right between Juliet's legs, and Rebecca's followed. Both women noticed his cock twitch in response to the teasing view of the tall woman's very nearly visible pussy.

Rebecca settled down on Andrew's thigh, providing him a warm, wet, fragrant reminder of her own much nearer nudity. She felt a little jealous at the distraction that her roommate was providing, but at the same time flooded with erotic excitement. She wanted to get back to what she was doing, wanted to feel her lover's cock in her mouth for the first time. But Juliet wasn't moving.

Rebecca finally spoke up, "Are you just going to stand there and watch?" She consciously wanted to make it sound like she wanted Juliet to leave them alone, but as the words came out she found that, unconsciously, she made it sound more like an invitation.

Juliet was more than happy to take her up on the offer. "I would like to watch, actually, but if you don't mind I think I'll sit down where I can get a better view." Without waiting for a reply, she strode forward and positioned herself on the couch on the other side of Andrew from Rebecca, sitting Indian-style facing the two of them. She was careful to manage the fabric of her clingy robe so that she never quite exposed herself, and pulled the front edge of the hem down between her spread legs, holding the corners of the fabric so no peeking was allowed.

Again, Rebecca was surprised to hear the words coming out of her own mouth, but she was burning up with lust for her boyfriend's increasingly tasty looking morsel. "I've never done this before, Juliet, so if you have any tricks about how to suck this pretty cock of his, let me know?" Something about the presence of the more experienced nurse made her feel like this was a learning opportunity.

Juliet was a bit taken aback by the unexpected reaction of her roommate. The Rebecca that she thought she knew would have run screaming from the room, covering herself as best she could if she thought anyone might see her body. But here she was, naked, with her equally naked and beautifully hung boyfriend, inviting her roommate to give her hints about how to give a blowjob. Juliet had done some sexual experimentation, but she had never watched another couple live and up close. "I'm sure you'll do fine, baby girl," Juliet whispered in encouragement.

Her pulse quickened as the younger girl slid back down in position between her fiancé's legs, spreading his knees, taking the base of his cock in one hand, while gently cupping his heavy balls in the other. The passion on Rebecca's face was intense as she leaned forward for that fateful first contact, all the while gazing deeply into Andrew's eyes. 

The purring growl emerged from her throat again, and a moment later she had the flat of her tongue pressed against the underside of his stiff rod at the base. She slowly and firmly licked him from base to tip, and smiled in delight as she wrapped her lips around the head of his stiff cock.

Andrew couldn't believe his luck; his girlfriend was kneeling naked between his legs, sliding her warm, wet mouth down over his sensitive flesh, gradually and sensuously engulfing him. Next to him, her lovely blonde housemate sat, barely dressed in a short satin robe, moaning gently to herself as she watched his fiancé take his entire thick length effortlessly down her throat.

The younger woman glanced over at Juliet, just long enough to notice her roommate's fingers subtly working between her own legs. Rebecca let loose of the base of her lover's cock, and slid her hand across Andrew's thigh, pressing it outward until it touched Juliet's bare knee and foot. Still suckling the whole length of her boyfriend's shaft in her mouth, her free hand continued on until it slid across the cool, smooth skin of her roommate's thigh, then down until it located Juliet's fingers working on the hot warmth of her juicy slit.

Juliet sighed as she felt Rebecca's hand move down between her legs. The shy girl was full of surprises today. Rebecca started to bob her head up and down on Andrew's pulsing manhood, and at the same time guided Juliet's slippery fingers to the base of his shaft, encouraging her to stroke him while she sucked.

Once the two women had established a rhythm, Rebecca with her mouth and Juliet with her hand, the slender young fiancée grabbed her boyfriends hand and led it over to Juliet's heaving chest, guiding it under the fabric of the robe and onto her large, round breast. 

The robe was just getting in the way, Rebecca decided, and without missing a beat, she undid the tie at the front of Juliet's flimsy garment and pulled it open, exposing her roommate to her lover's intent gaze.

With the drape of the robe out of the way, both lovers could see that Juliet had plunged two of her fingers into her own hairy blonde pussy while working Andrew's stiff dick with her other hand. 

The feeling of being exposed in front of Andrew and Rebecca, and the erotic charge of the young man's strong hands kneading her sensitive breasts and pinching her hard nipples while she gripped his slippery manhood was just too much for Juliet to take. Her orgasm came as a crashing, falling sensation. Her head spun and she pitched forward. Rebecca guided her away from Andrew's cock, and whether by accident or design, pushed her face, open-mouthed and gasping for air, right toward her fiancé's.

Their mouths met and melded, and now it was Andrew's turn to cum, bucking his hips, and thrusting his throbbing member deep into Rebecca's mouth. Spurt after spurt of his hot spunk she happily and easily swallowed at the back of her throat. 

But swallowing this way didn't satisfy her need, or feed the deep hunger she felt within. She needed to experience his cum in her mouth, feel his salty offering on her face. Juliet's hand, still clenching the base of Andrew's penis, held him in place as his fiancée lifted her face to watch and feel the final arcing jets of cum spew forth, into her open mouth, onto her chin, and down her graceful neck.

Rebecca stood, and Juliet broke the kiss with Andrew to turn toward her, smiling in satisfaction. The young man was spent, but his cock was still mostly hard and his betrothed was still burning with her own unmet desire.

"My turn," the brunette purred, pushing his knees together and straddling him. Juliet thought she knew what her roommate wanted and pointed the tip of his cock toward the young woman's aching pink petals. But Rebecca was still saving herself for her wedding day...she may have lost most of her inhibitions that day, but this one self-imposed constraint was still sacred. 

Instead she pushed her lover's thick cock flat against his belly and spread her lower lips over the ridge beneath. The warm round hardness parted her, with the firm distinct shape of his cockhead pressed against her throbbing clit, and the base rubbing the tender flesh of her still virginal opening. 

Rebecca rocked gently back and forth. Juliet watched intently, fascinated by the sight as the head of Andrew's cock appeared and disappeared beneath the younger woman's moist folds. The brunette wanted to have something to watch too, and guided her boyfriend's parted lips to Juliet's breasts. He eagerly sucked, and Juliet gasped.

"Kiss me!" Rebecca insisted, staring straight into Juliet's eyes. The blonde knelt on the couch to bring her face even, and without hesitation, planted her full, soft, pink lips on Rebecca's, still coated with Andrews thick cream.

With the heat of the kiss the two women shared, no one would have guessed that it was the first time either had tasted another woman's lips. Rebecca guided Juliet's hands to her smaller breasts, and without instruction the blonde sensed the younger woman's need. She took the stiff, thick nipples tightly between her fingers and pinched, hard...harder than Andrew had been able manage. 

Juliet pulled down hard as she clamped her fingers even more tightly, grinding the mouth of Rebecca's cunt down on her lover's thick meat, pressing the stiff nubbin of her clit down into the inverted "V" of skin between the shapely head and the smooth shaft. 

And then it began, the weeks, months of lust and denial and desire and repression all erupted at once, coursing in a molten, liquid heat that strained every muscle of her young body taut. Her back and neck arched, with Juliet following to keep their passionate kiss unbroken. 

Her toes curled; her fingernails dug into her own palms. A cry of vital pleasure rose from the pit of her gut, up her throat and out into Juliet's soft, sensuous mouth. Rebecca spasmed violently once, twice, then collapsed against the soft bare bosom of her roommate in languorous, trembling quiet.

The three sat that way in silence for a few moments, enjoying the feel of naked skin on skin, the comfort of each other's pleasures, the warm scent of each other's lust. A wry smile lifted the corners of the blonde's lips and as she gently stroked the younger woman's hair, should couldn't help but share the thought.

"Should I call missing persons?" The other two looked at her quizzically. She tried her best to deliver the next line with the sideways tilted head and hoarse whisper of Horatio Caine, "What did you two do with the old Rebecca?"



Hypnotic Sex Therapy Ch. 06



Dr. Carter was enjoying his weekend on his sailboat. Of course he was never far from his phone and wasn't surprised to see Wyatt's caller ID appear on his phone in late Saturday morning.

"Hello, Wyatt. I imagine you are calling about the young couple I told you about in the voice mail."

"Yes, Doctor. I wasn't planning to work today. Are you sure you will need me?"

"Quite sure, this young woman is rather extraordinary."

"How so? Is she very attractive?"

"She's attractive, yes, but in a girl-next-door type of way; she's a college junior, so much younger than some of the more recent patients I have sent you. She has extraordinary sexual potential, and this is a critical point in her treatment. Do you think you might be persuaded to help?"

Opportunities like these were the reason Wyatt had given up his career as a private investigator to follw this rather unusual vocation. "Sure. What's the job?"

"She'll be with her fiancé; he's buying her a new wardrobe today."

"So, the boutique?"

"Yes, I think it's appropriate for this couple."

"Sounds good. Any specific time?"

"Probably after two. They might be there much later than two, so you'll have to be flexible."

"Any limits?"

"Play it by ear."

"I'll get things set up."

It was closer to 5:30 when the Rebecca dragged the tired Andrew into the quiet little shop in a nearly deserted corner of the mall. Unlike other stores where the interior was clearly visible from the mall corridor, "The Foxy Lady—A Unique Boutique" had window displays that showed a selection of the merchandise, but hid the inside of the store from view.

They had been at the mall most of the day and weren't having much luck finding the look they wanted for Rebecca, only having picked up a couple of items. Andrew couldn't remember ever having seen this hole in the wall dress shop before, but they found their way towards it as though they knew the way.

Rebecca found a saleswoman to help her as Andrew plopped down heavily into the seats at the back of the store, his bags full of shoes, but no outfits yet. As he glanced around and saw the selection of shimmering, silky and sheer materials, he was hopeful the shopping trip would improve.

Gradually, Rebecca and the saleswoman negotiated the racks of women's clothing that overfilled the store. Unlike the chain stores which featured rack after rack of the same item in different sizes, the saleswoman explained to Rebecca that this store bought unique items, and depended on variety to fill the particular needs of the customers.

Andrew looked over his right shoulder, and noticed he had a good view down the hall of changing rooms at the back of the store, especially the back booth, which faced him directly. He looked to his left and, beyond the second overstuffed armchair for weary husbands, was a selection of lingerie and bathing suits in a discreet nook.

An older man, maybe in his 50s, distinguished looking in a blazer, turtleneck shirt and slacks, browsed the merchandise in the lingerie nook. Rebecca and the salesgirl finally made their way back to this area, after selecting a couple of outfits for her to try. Rebecca was surprised to see a man in the lingerie department, but the salesgirl wasn't.

"Are you finding everything okay, Mr. Barrett?" 

The man looked up and nodded. "Yes, Carla, just fine."

"Mrs. Barrett doing okay?" 

"Yes, she's on a business trip today, and I thought I'd surprise her when she gets back. We're having a party next weekend and I wanted her to feel special."

"That seems to be your expertise, Mr. Barrett," the salesgirl said with a cryptic grin. Carla turned back to Rebecca. "You said you needed a new robe. I think I have just the thing." She picked out a dark blue, long shimmering robe dotted with small white stars. "You don't have to try this on, of course...I'll just put it up front in case you want it when you check out."

With that, the two made their way down the hall to the end booth of the fitting rooms. Carla hung up the selected outfits, then slid the knee length curtains across the front of the booth. Andrew picked up a magazine and tried to look nonchalant as he watched his girlfriend slip off the casual sandals and stand barefoot in the changing room. It excited him to see her undress, and to imagine her standing in the booth in only her lacy black strapless bra and matching thong panties.

He glanced discreetly over the top of the magazine in Mr. Barrett's direction and noticed him watching Rebecca too, and got even more excited by the fact that the older man was staring unashamedly at his lover's shapely calves and bare feet as her denim skirt dropped to the floor. Andrew's cock started to harden visibly in his pants.

Rebecca knew Andrew was watching. At a prior store he had admitted to her that it excited him to watch her undress in the dressing rooms, and she intentionally let her light blue cotton t-shirt drop to the ground next to her skirt to enhance his imagination. She glanced down at the edge of the curtain and grinned wickedly as she thought of another way to tease her oversexed boyfriend.

Andrew was still watching Mr. Barrett when he saw the older man's eyes widen. Quickly he glanced over to see Rebecca's feet facing the curtain, her skirt and shirt in a rumpled pile on the floor, and to his surprise, he saw his fiancé bend at the knees until she sat on her haunches, knees spread wide. 

The lace panties clearly showed the triangle of Rebecca's curly brown pubic hair. An opaque panel of fabric covered her virginal pussy, but the fabric was drawn taut, forming a cameltoe impression over her puffy lips under the black material. Andrew thought he noticed a sheen of dampness as she reached to pick up the discarded clothing. He looked back quickly to see if Mr. Barrett had noticed and saw that the older man was transfixed by the sight. He looked back at Rebecca to take in the impromptu peep show.

Rebecca didn't linger. She didn't want Andrew to realize that she knew what she was doing, so she moved slowly but continuously through the process of picking up her clothes. The fact that she was giving a stranger a perfect view of her nearly naked lower body never crossed her mind.

"She's very attractive, your girlfriend." Mr. Barrett's whisper came from very close, and startled Andrew. He turned to see the older man sitting in the other chair, leaning in close to assure that only Andrew could hear him.

Quickly recovering from the surprise, Andrew stammered out a whispered "thank you."

"You like that I saw her showing off." This was offered as a statement of fact, not a question, and before Andrew could pretend it wasn't true and offer an objection, Mr. Barrett continued. "It's okay. I love it when another man looks at my woman too." He reached into his blazer pocket and pulled out a smart phone with a large color screen, showing Andrew the image of a beautiful older blonde in a very minimal bikini by the pool in what looked to be a crowded resort. The men in the crowd were obviously paying attention to Mrs. Barrett. Andrew found the picture very arousing, and he felt like he recognized the woman in the picture somehow, but couldn't quite place the memory. 

"Would you like to see another one?" Andrew nodded mutely, glancing around to make sure no one was watching. Mr. Barrett flipped through pictures, looking for the right one. He peered up over his glasses and asked, "Is it okay if she is naked?"

"Yes," the younger man croaked out.

The next picture was next to the same pool, but the woman had stripped out of the skimpy bikini and was lying naked on her side on a lounge chair, her legs were together and her knees were bent so that Andrew could clearly see her moist sex from behind. The picture was from the neck down, because Mr. Barrett had zoomed in to cut off the left side of the image.

Andrew had to squirm in his seat to rearrange his uncomfortably hard dick. Mr. Barrett's eyes sparkled as he watched the young man look at the image.

"Do you two like to play?" Mr. Barrett put the phone face down on his knee and looked Andrew in the eyes.

"Umm." Andrew looked back quizzically.

"Have the two of you ever had sex with someone else, a threesome, or foursome? Bondage? Dominance? An orgy?" The younger man looked intrigued, but was speechless at the complete ease with which Mr. Barrett rapidly asked the most intimate questions. The older man carefully watched Andrew's face as he offered the possibilities. "How about a gang bang?"

"Uhh. I don't think she'd go for those things. I mean, she's usually pretty reserved. Shy." Andrew hadn't yet heard about Rebecca's dream, or her encounter with Mr. Roper. He was pretty sure that the experience with Juliet had been a very happy accident that would never happen again, once his fiancée came back to her normal self.

"I hope this doesn't offend you." The older man presented the picture he had shown Andrew just moments before. He slid his finger over the phone screen and the photo widened. There was a naked man standing next to Mrs. Barrett, his uncircumcised, erect cock inches from her lips, her graceful fingers gently holding his shaft. Six other men, just as naked as the first, with their cocks in various states of tumescence, stood behind Mrs. Barrett as though waiting their turn.

"I love watching my wife with other men." Mr. Barrett clicked to the next photo. His wife had engulfed the cock she had been holding, and another of the men had the tip of his cock poised to enter her ass. "That night I watched as every one of those men fucked my wife's mouth, pussy and ass, over and over. I forget how many times she came." He flipped to another picture, and Mrs. Barrett sat in the reverse cowgirl position, with the man below her fully inside her ass. Another man had slipped into her pussy, and that man and Mrs. Barrett were both sharing the flavor of a third man's cock.

He flicked the phone screen again and a video opened. Mrs. Barrett was on her knees, with a tight circle of men standing around her, offering their hard cocks for her attention. The man in her mouth started to spasm, and she withdrew his cock just in time for his creamy load to splatter her pretty face. This set off a chain reaction, and soon her face and bountiful breasts were covered in hot, sticky cum.

"I took all these pictures, and had a wonderful time with my wife when the men were done with her."

At that moment, Rebecca slid the drape open and walked sinuously down the fitting room hallway to let Andrew see the first outfit. The top was a simply embroidered white cotton blouse, unbuttoned all the way down and tied at the waist. The young woman had considered taking her bra off, since it was obvious that she couldn't wear one with this shirt, but hadn't wanted to risk going braless. Her concern was mostly because she knew there were strangers in the store, and she was afraid of what Andrew would think if she exposed herself.

The skirt was a simple brown suede wrap. As she walked, it split nearly to the hip with each step. She left her sandals in the fitting room, padding barefoot down the carpeted hall.

"Well, sweetie, what do you think?"

"Wow, that's a nice outfit, Rebecca. I like it, a lot!" 

"It's a lovely outfit for a lovely lady," Mr. Barrett offered. He saw the puzzled look on her face and stood, offering his hand. "My name's Barrett. I was just telling Andrew what a lucky man he was."

"Thank you, sir. I'm Rebecca." It suddenly occurred to her that she hadn't remembered Mr. Barrett when she put on her little show for Andrew. It gave her an extra thrill to think that such a distinguished older gentleman may have also seen her panties when she flashed her boyfriend. She hoped Andrew wasn't jealous if Mr. Barrett had seen her too.

Andrew just smiled up at her. "I think that outfit is a definite keeper, babe. I can't wait to see the other." Graphic fantasies of his fiancée kneeling in a circle of spurting cocks crackled through his mind.

"Well, then, be right back!" Rebecca spun quickly, parting the wrap skirt and giving both men a good look at her toned, tanned legs. She stood a moment in the hall and looked at her reflection in a three part mirror, noticing that Mr. Barrett had sat down next to Andrew again, instead of going back into the store to shop for his own wife. She wondered what the two men were talking about.

"You were about to explain to me that you don't think your girlfriend would ever do those things?" It was asked as a question, but again Mr. Barrett continued as though he had no interest in the answer. "I didn't believe my wife would either, but then we discovered a secret technique. It let us live out our deepest fantasies together, without guilt or jealousy." Andrew leaned forward eagerly. Mr. Barrett knew what the answer would be before he asked the question. "Are you interested?"

"Yes," Andrew blurted out, hoping not to mess up the opportunity by seeming too impatient.

"Good. This is a technique that allows one partner to completely fulfill to the fantasies of the other, by giving up all control." Mr. Barrett let that linger a moment. "As long as you love each other, and you trust her and she trusts you, it will work and you'll experience pleasure and satisfaction that most couples can only dream about."

"How does it work?"

"I can't tell you how, at least not at first. Would you like to try it now?"

Andrew's cock was throbbing, and still uncomfortably bent in his boxers and slacks. "Yes. I mean, here...?" He saw Rebecca finishing up in front of the mirror and heading to the fitting room.

"Well, I think we can put Rebecca under your control, for a while, here. Would that be okay?"

Andrew could only nod. He was hoping he could use the control to get Rebecca to show off for him, and for Mr. Barrett. He'd always dreamed about exposing her, breaking down her modesty and reserve.

"Okay, quickly, before she changes, tell her you want to see that same outfit again. Tell her it's because you want to see it with a new pair of shoes."

"Hey babe?" the young man called out, "don't take that outfit off yet. I want you to try some shoes with it, okay?"

Rebecca had taken off the skirt but had been having trouble with the knot on the shirt anyway, "Okay." 

"I think I know just the pair." Andrew sorted through the bags and retrieved a pair of natural brown leather high heels. He stood up with the shoes and Mr. Barrett touched his arm.

"Let me. By the time I come back here and sit down she'll be under your control. Think about what you'll want her to do. Since this is your first time...just be careful."

Andrew handed over the shoes and sat down as Mr. Barrett got up. His mind was racing with possibilities.

Rebecca was just tying the skirt again as she heard the older man approach.

"Excuse me, dear. Here are the shoes your fiancé wanted you to try on."

Rebecca slid the curtain open partway, and squinted at Mr. Barrett suspiciously. "Why didn't he bring them?"

"He told me you two were engaged, and I asked him if I could give your engagement ring an old family blessing for a long and happy marriage.

"Okay." She slid the curtain open and, taking the shoes with her right hand, extended her left to show the older gentleman her engagement ring. He gently spun the ring three times clockwise around her graceful finger and said, "As you love, so love grows in you. As love grows, so in you beauty grows, for love is the beauty of the soul."

She stared blankly back at him. He only had a few moments to work. 

"You will do everything Andrew asks, quickly, happily and without hesitation. You will do it because you love him, and because you want to please him. You'll enjoy doing everything he asks, and because it makes him happy it will make you happy. The only boundaries are your virginity. You won't let any man, including your fiancé, vaginally or anally penetrate you until I personally give you permission. If you understand, just say 'Yes, Mr. Barrett.'"

"Yes, Mr. Barrett."

"Very good. Once you leave this store, you will no longer be bound to follow your fiancé's commands. After I say 'What a lovely ring,' you'll do as Andrew tells you, but won't remember why, or what I have just said. You'll wait here until I wave to you, and you'll be awake and alert, capable of your own decisions as long as they don't conflict with Andrew's, and have pleasant memories of everything you do here tonight. If you understand, just say 'Yes, Mr. Barrett.'"

"Yes, Mr. Barrett."

"What a lovely ring, Rebecca."

She smiled back at him naturally and without any indication of what had just occurred. "Thank you, Mr. Barrett."

He returned to the seat next to Andrew and spoke to him in a whisper. 'Remember, don't push it too far, not tonight."

"How does this work? Will she remember? Is she going to be like a zombie or something?"

"She's the same as she always was; she's just much more strongly motivated to do things that please you. And if she believes it will make you happy, it will excite her and make her happy too. That's what makes it powerful, and that's what makes it dangerous." Mr. Barrett looked at Andrew for a long moment. The young man was literally trembling with anticipation. "Are you ready?"

"Yes."

"Okay, good." The older gentleman raised his hand and waved at Rebecca. 

Confidently she walked over to where the two sat, and as she reached her fiancé, she spun around quickly to show him the outfit. The wrap skirt spun wide, and showed a great deal of her legs to the appreciative audience.

"What do you think? Do you still like it?" She giggled with anticipation.

"I love it honey! That's a great outfit." Andrew paused. Mr. Barrett knew he was about to test his power and felt the tense anticipation of what the young man might do. "I really don't think that the bra works with the top, though."

"You're right, honey. I think when I wear this out I won't wear a bra with it."

"Why don't you take your bra off so I can see how it looks now?" Andrew's voice nearly cracked, he was so nervous.

"Okay," she said, turning toward the dressing room, "I'll be right back."

"No!" her fiancé interjected, a little too loudly. He toned it down as she stopped and turned back. "No, babe, just take it off here." This was the first test. The Rebecca he had dated for many months would have been mortified to comply. Andrew's heart pounded so hard he feared it was audible.

Rebecca smiled sweetly. "Sure, sweetie, no problem." The next few seconds ran in slow motion to Andrew as his fiancée reached inside her blouse, twisted the strapless lace undergarment so that the clasp was in the front, and smoothly took it off in front of the two men without hesitation, and without exposing anything more than the "V" of bare flesh in the opening of the blouse. She dropped the perfumed bra on Andrew's lap and smiled.

"What do you think? Still like it this way?" She cupped her breasts playfully on the outside of her top. The dark circles of her nipples were plainly visible through the cool white fabric.

"I like it a lot." Andrew was amazed at how relaxed she was about her body, especially in front of a man they had just met moments ago. 

In the long pause that followed, Mr. Barrett sense the younger man was at a loss, as though he hadn't expected it to work and hadn't planned beyond the first step. "You should probably have her put the outfit through its paces...you know, check it in different circumstances other than just standing here looking so very pretty."

"Oh, right!" Andrew turned to Rebecca. "Why don't you try a few poses? Sit here on the arm of my chair, facing me and Mr. Barrett." He patted the cushioned arm of the heavy chair on the opposite side of the older man. 

She did as she was told. In that position, with her legs together and sitting up, the skirt didn't open and the blouse didn't gape, though the fabric was pulled tight against her chest revealing the outline of her stiff nipples. 




Hypnotic Sex Therapy Ch. 06



"How's that look?" she asked, smoothing the suede skirt.

"Very nice. Now try crossing your legs."

She brought her left knee up, the one opposite the opening in the wrap, and crossed it over. The skirt hung together, but now both her shapely calves were exposed.

"Nice! That looks good. Now cross them the other way."

As soon as she uncrossed her legs from the original position, the slit on the right hand side started to fall open. When Rebecca picked up her right knee to cross it over the left, the skirt opened like a curtain, and fell away, exposing her whole right leg to the hip and the left to the upper thigh. A triangle of lace fabric was visible between her crossed legs, her brown pubic hairs showing through the lace. Rebecca made no effort to cover herself.

"Is this still good?" She smiled and looked to her fiancé for approval.

Andrew was having a hard time answering. Another man was within a few feet of his future bride, and she was willingly, even happily, disregarding her own modesty to please her fiancé's whims.

His lust was getting the better of him. His voice was hoarse as he instructed her, "Uncross your legs, baby, and put your feet up here on the other arm of my chair."

"Sure, honey," she agreed brightly. She moved her right leg first, the one closest to Andrew, leaving her left foot on the floor for support. This had the effect of spreading her legs wide and rendering the fabric of the skirt almost useless as a covering. Both Andrew and Mr. Barrett clearly saw that the flicker of wetness they thought they had seen under the fitting room curtain had become a dark patch of slick moisture between her legs. The wet, opaque panel of the thong was pulled up tight against her puffy pussy lips, clearly revealing the shape of her labia without exposing them to view. 

She moved her left leg, freeing it from the last coverage of the skirt, and put her foot down on the far end of the arm. Feet apart, knees together she braced herself on the arms of her boyfriend's chair. Andrew could smell the delicious wetness, and he knew Mr. Barrett could too.

"I like the way that looks, Rebecca." Andrew was breathing hard. "I love your legs, and that skirt really shows them off." He could hardly contain his lust for her, wanting to rip her clothes off and take her virginity right there on the chair in front of this stranger. "Take off your shoes, babydoll, and do it slowly. I want Mr. Barrett to see how pretty your feet are."

In her carefully balanced position, the only way for Rebecca to take off the leather pumps was to put her feet together, spread her knees, and lean over to reach. When she did this, her blouse gaped open, revealing her firm pert breasts and erect nipples to the men. 

Andrew couldn't contain himself; he reached out slowly and took one of her nipples between his fingers. She flinched, as she was still tender from the hard pinching Juliet had delivered at her own insistence. She continued the unhurried process of taking off her shoes, and flexing and stretching her bare feet once she did.

"Do you like Rebecca's tits, Mr. Barrett? Can you see them okay?" Andrew improvised. He wanted to return the favor that the mysterious stranger had shown him by sharing pictures of his wife. And he wanted Rebecca to feel more exposed, and know that her exposure was what he needed.

The older man looked up at Rebecca. "Yes, Andrew, I love her breasts...so firm and round, and proud."

By this time the young woman had removed her shoes, but had left her legs spread wide and continued to lean down between them so that Andrew could continue teasing her sensitive breasts with his fingers.

After a few moments more fondling he released her, impatient to move the scenario to an even more daring level. "Hop up, sweetie, and go try the next dress on." 

She slid one foot at a time off the arm of the chair, intentionally brushing her pretty feet against Mr. Barrett's leg each time. Andrew hadn't asked her to do that, but he hadn't asked her not to, either, and apparently the control he had didn't limit her spontaneous ability to add her own flourishes to the sexy game.

As she slid down off the chair she made sure to press her round bottom down on Andrew's lap, feeling his thick hardness between her cheeks. With a giggle she popped up, a scant moment before he completely lost control of his barely contained arousal. 

She bent over at the waist in front of Mr. Barrett and handed him the heels, giving him another, even closer view of her naked breasts. She watched as his eyes caressed her tan, exposed chest and it made her shiver, relishing the feeling of being admired. Glancing down quickly, she noticed his prominent bulge as well, stretched across the front of his trousers.

As he accepted her shoes, she improvised more, leaning close and putting her soft lips next to his ear, "I like the way you look at me," she whispered. Brushing her delicate fingertips lightly across the lump in his pants, she added "and I love the way it makes your cock so hard." She said the word 'cock' with special emphasis, enjoying the dirty, bold nature of the word coming out of her innocent young mouth.

She gave Mr. Barrett a flirty kiss on the cheek and turned toward the dressing room. Andrew gently grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward him so he could whisper an additional command before he let her continue on her way, dancing lightly down the hall.

When she reached the fitting room she pushed the curtain open and stood looking at the remaining selection, a sexy red mini dress. There wasn't a lot of material hanging there, and she couldn't wait to try it on.

She faced the mirror on the back of the booth, allowing her to look past her own reflection and through the open curtain, down the hall at her two rapt admirers. Following Andrew's whispered command, she left the curtain open and began to untie the knot that held her blouse together. 

It came apart more easily this time, and she nonchalantly took the top off and carefully hung it on its hangar. Topless now, her hard nipples became even more erect in the cool air of the shop. She tried not to look at the two men watching her undress, content to know that they appreciated her young, firm body as she untied the wrap skirt. 

She didn't let the skirt drop, but folded it neatly and clipped it to the hangar beneath the blouse, making sure she got on tiptoes to do it, even though she was tall enough to manage the action flat-footed. She knew that standing on tiptoes accentuated her long, bare legs, and dimpled her round ass. She stood there longer than she needed, nearly completely naked, with only the black lace of the thong covering her most private parts from the men's careful attentions.

She couldn't resist admiring her own body in the mirror for a moment, cupping her breasts and feeling the surge of erotic energy it gave her to expose them. "Enough playful teasing," she thought, grabbing the red dress from its hangar, "let's put this on and let the serious teasing start."

She slipped the tiny garment over her head and smoothed it down over her hips, glad that she had already removed her bra. The scoop halter front went past her navel, and the dress was backless, with a snug skirt that clung to her sexy bottom. She spun, looking in the mirror, and saw that the back of the dress barely covered her round cheeks, and the front reached only an inch or two below her moist opening. 

She raised her arms and noted that even a small movement of her shoulders brought the dangerously high hem above the critical point, displaying a peek of the wet, black fabric at the top of her thighs. She made a mental note that if she wore this dress at a crowded club she'd have to raise her arms a lot to dance, and smiled as she looked forward to taking full advantage of that special feature.

Prancing back down the hall like a model on a catwalk, she presented herself to the two admiring men. 

"Lovely," Mr. Barrett offered as the young woman spun slowly in front of them. "That's a very exciting dress!"

"Wow...wow!" Andrew mumbled. His hand was on his heavy member, pressing it against his leg. His mind raced with the possibilities of what he could make her do, and the feeling of power was starting to get overwhelming. 

Andrew loved Rebecca deeply, and consciously he admired her desire to remain virginal until their wedding. He had dated other women before he met his fiancée. His last girlfriend, Kellie, had been the complete opposite of his current girlfriend. She had a ravenous appetite for sex, wanting it all the time all sorts of places and exploring different kinks. 

She was more than ten years older than Andrew, and after nearly a year together it had become obvious even to the relatively naïve young man that her main aim was to work her way into his wealthy family through the youngest, weakest link. But it had been an amazing ride while it lasted. 

At night in recent months, he would lay awake in bed, wracked in frustration after a night of coy teasing by Rebecca. With his hard cock slick in his pumping fist, his mind would often drift back to thinking of Kellie. He remembered her tongue lapping at his shaft, his dick invading her ass as she grunted in pleasure, and the hot, tight spasms of her cunt gripping him as she screamed loudly in orgasm. 

So with Rebecca's unexpected burst of sexuality, this morning's experience unlocked months of pent-up cravings in the young man, and with the avalanche of repressed lust came darker, more sinister needs. Andrew wanted more than just control over Rebecca. He wanted to treat his young betrothed as a mere possession, a sexual plaything. He wanted to break her in sexually like a wild filly, to ride her until he owned her, and demonstrate that mastery to other men and women. There was a sharp edge to the pangs of desire that Andrew felt now. He wanted to punish Rebecca for the forced chastity of their courtship. He wanted to sexually own her.

He struggled to control the overpowering animal urges, thinking that Mr. Barrett might not permit the trespass. He was afraid the older man might take away the power as easily as he had granted it. He studied the older man for a signal, a silent permission, a wink or secret smile.

Mr. Barrett wasn't watching Andrew at all. He was studying Rebecca intensely as she flounced about in front of the two appreciative men, showing off her gorgeous body in the provocative red dress. The completely natural manner in which she gave up control, and the apparent desire for sexual adventure that shone through in the way that she followed and elaborated her fiancé's commands, gave him the sense that the young woman was deriving more pleasure from this experience than either of the men.

Dr. Carter had assigned Wyatt Barrett to work with couples before, and he had seen substantial changes in women's and men's sexual appetites under the power of hypnotic suggestion. 

But with Rebecca, he sensed something different, something greater. For the first time he really believed the "secret" the psychiatrist had told him back at the beginning of their association. "Wyatt," he confided, "the whole treatment is a lie. But it's a lie that my patients fervently want to believe. They need to believe it." 

The hypnotic suggestion didn't really give Andrew control over Rebecca; instead, the young woman was being freed by the treatment to pursue her own hidden desires. Freed of guilt, and doubt, and shame. Freed most of all from the potential disapproval of her partner. 

The treatment didn't subjugate one partner to the other, it relieved both partners' conscious minds from the burden of responsibility for their own desires. Partners under hypnosis never really forgot the things that they did, or the things they were "made" to do. The treatment just gave them permission to not remember.

The older man followed Rebecca's hungry, lustful gaze to Andrew. Andrew was looking at him, and not at his far more alluring and distracting fiancée. Mr. Barrett recognized the look, and cocked one eyebrow to register his understanding. Andrew wanted to be let off the leash, and with a nod of the older man's head toward the young woman and a quick wink, he released the constraints. Andrew might never realize that permission wasn't given because Andrew wanted it, but because Rebecca needed it.

Andrew cleared his throat and looked at his fiancée, sliding closer to Mr. Barrett in an attempt to focus the attention back on her. "Rebecca," he said in a stern voice that seemed to initially surprise all of them. "Rebecca, I saw you kiss Mr. Barrett on the cheek before. I saw you touch his leg with your feet, and I saw you brush against him with your fingers." The young woman looked down as though ashamed, though she was smiling and peeking out from under her batting eyelashes in a way that looked more wicked than contrite.

"You know it's bad to tease a man like that, don't you Rebecca?" She nodded quickly and pretended to pout. "Especially a man who is being as nice as Mr. Barrett."

"Yes Andrew, I know." Rebecca managed to make her lip quiver a bit, as though she was on the edge of tears.

"You know what happens to bad girls who do bad things, like teasing nice men?" Rebecca shook her head that she didn't know. "They get punished, that's what happens." 

Andrew stood up behind Rebecca, who was still facing Mr. Barrett. "Raise your arms." As she did so the hem of the short tight dress lifted up on her thighs and exposed the crotch of her black thong panties, now soaked through with her aromatic sex.

Andrew ran his hands down her sides, from the smooth bare skin beneath her arms, to the clingy red fabric at her hips. When his fingers reached the hem he slid them up under the material, not caring that it pulled the dress even higher. She shivered, leaning into his firm touch.

He grasped the waistband of the thong on both sides and firmly, quickly, pulled them down to her knees. She gasped as her wet, hot pussy was exposed to the attentive eyes of the man seated before her, and a shock of erotic energy ran up her spine as she watched him inspect her naked sex. Andrew made her step out of the panties, and he handed them to Mr. Barrett with one hand while he ran the other hand up the inside of her thigh, stopping just short of her hungry lips.

Unabashedly Mr. Barrett brought the damp fabric to his face, pressing his lips against the material and inhaling deeply of her scent, all the while staring directly between her legs. Andrew's finger finally grazed the puffy lips, and Rebecca's knees shook, nearly giving out, as she pressed herself down to try to engulf him.

He pulled his finger away nearly as quickly as she pressed herself against it. She made a mewling, whining noise as he withdrew, and he rebuked her for it. "What's the matter, baby, don't you like being teased?"

She shook her head, "please, Andrew...." 

"Part of your punishment, Rebecca." She pouted again, for real this time. "But not the best part." He took her by the hips and positioned her sideways next to Mr. Barrett's knees, facing away from the entry to the fitting rooms. With her dress still around her hips, anyone in the main part of the store would be able to see her naked ass clearly. Andrew pushed the hem up farther, exposing her completely from the waist down. 

"Down," he commanded, and as she started down he redirected her so that she was over Mr. Barrett's knee, her round ass perfect position.

She trembled with anticipation as Andrew knelt next to her. "I trust you know how to spank a naughty girl, Mr. Barrett."

"I do," the older man said, trying to keep a straight face. "Should I use my belt, a paddle, or my bare hand?"

Rebecca whimpered as Andrew replied. "I think your bare hand would be most appropriate, Mr. Barrett, if you don't mind?" The older gentleman's hand was already absently caressing the naked, tender flesh laid out before him. He nodded to indicate that he would be perfectly happy to spank her 'au natural.' Andrew continued, speaking toward Rebecca though his words were meant for Mr. Barrett. "Why don't you start with ten strokes, five on each cheek, and we'll see if she has learned anything?"

Rebecca whimpered again, though now the sound was tinged with arousal and she wiggled almost imperceptibly under the older man's touch. She felt his hand move away and then, in a swift second, come down hard on her right cheek. It hurt more than she expected...she thought it would be a play spanking and he delivered a sharp, stinging blow. She yelped in surprise, and before the sound was all the way out of her mouth an even harder blow struck her naked left cheek.

"Aaaooow!" She protested.

"Be quiet, cock tease!" Andrew hissed. "You earned this punishment."

Two more hard spankings came, and she felt her ass start to heat under the older man's stern hand. The feeling of heat quickly moved between her legs, and she felt a tingling of arousal unlike anything she'd felt. She braced herself with her feet, spreading her legs slightly in the process, and bit her lower lip to keep from crying out as the next two blows stuck in rapid succession on her sore round bottom.

"Ahem...is everything alright here?" The sound of the salesgirl's voice stopped the rhythm of slaps midstream. Andrew and Rebecca had been in their own world, as though the rest of the store had disappeared. Carla's interruption reminded them that this erotic drama was playing out in a public location, in a store at the busiest of local malls.

Mr. Barrett, on the other hand, seemed completely unconcerned. "Thank you Carla, I don't need anything. Are both of you alright?" he asked the young couple.

Rebecca winced as his hand came to rest softly on the reddened skin, and squirmed from the feeling of need that pulsed between her legs. He guided her legs even farther apart, and the saleswoman's eyes were drawn to the glistening, thick labia that protruded from the brown curly hair. 

"I think we're fine here," Andrew said, face flushed with embarrassment.

"What about you, Rebecca? Do you need Carla to get you anything?" Mr. Barrett's tone was deliberately, mockingly nonchalant, in no way indicating that he had slipped the tip of his middle finger into the mouth of the young woman's pussy, playfully testing the tightness of her opening.

"Hhhmmmph," was all she could respond, spreading her legs even farther and arching her back as she tried to press herself against his finger, to get it deeper inside where she really needed to feel it. Maddeningly, he kept the teasing position right at her entrance regardless of how she moved.

"Sorry, m'dear, we couldn't quite understand that. I asked if you need Carla to get you anything." He stroked his other hand down the small of her back as he said this, tracing his index finger down her crack, coming to rest on her puckered back entrance. "Speak up this time, dear," he said unapologetically as he slipped his unlubricated finger into her ass to the second knuckle. 

"Uuuuuhh," was all she could weakly manage as she twisted on the digit violating her butthole.

"I'll take that as a no," Carla said with a grin, unfazed by the libidinous scene that was literally spread before her. "It looks as though you have everything well in hand, as usual, Mr. Barrett." Chuckling at her own double entendre she turned to go, when the older man abruptly thought of something that she could provide.

"Wait!" he interrupted before she made it past the doorway. He was curling his finger inside the young woman's ass, making her squirm and moan. "Is Spencer here today?"

"Yeah," she replied, enjoying the sight of Rebecca's plight for another moment. "He's in the back."

"So am I," he chortled, unable to resist the opportunity. "Could he come out and measure this young lady for a dragon dress, if he has a moment?"




Hypnotic Sex Therapy Ch. 06



"Damn, Barrett!" Carla flashed in anger. "You're fitting this cheap little slut for a dragon dress already? You just met her! I've been to your parties a half dozen times and what do I get?"

"My darling Carla, you know you are my one of my first favorites. But the position I am in is not all of my own making." Mr. Barrett pushed his probing finger into Rebecca's ass all the way to the third knuckle, making her cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain. "If I promise you and your handsome partner an extra special treat at the next gathering..." the older gentleman looked at Andrew meaningfully, "would you go fetch your brother for me, assuming he has the time to do me a favor?" 

Andrew, eyes fixed firmly to his fiancée's increasingly abused bottom, was oblivious to the glance directed his way, and to Carla licking her lips in response as she studied the young man's bulge, so obvious down the leg of his pants. 

She laughed, "I'll hold you to that, Barrett. I'll definitely hold you tight to that. And you know Spencer, if he doesn't have time, he'll make time. You're doing him a favor." She blew the older man a kiss and with a long lusty glance at Rebecca's gyrating naked backside, turned to go.

Barrett looked at Andrew and smiled. "It's so nice dealing with a family owned business, don't you think? Much more personal service than you get at the chain stores." He slowly withdrew his finger from the young woman's sensitive sphincter, and without hesitation put it into his mouth to savor her musky taste. He raised the other hand to pick up the spanking where he left off.

"Three, four," smack, smack. It hurt more when the blows resumed, especially following on the pleasure of having her pussy and ass fingered during the break. Rebecca started to protest that he had already gotten to six...but the sharp, painful slaps had her kicking her dainty feet and clenching her eyes tightly to keep in the tears. 

"Five, six," these were the hardest yet. For a moment, Andrew questioned whether the stranger was taking the game too far, but as he looked down to ask Rebecca if she wanted Barrett to stop, he noticed that she was panting and quivering as though on the edge of an orgasm. 

The older man had reached beneath the young women with his other hand. His fingers trailed through her soft curly hair covering her mons. His index and ring fingers spread her swollen lips and his middle finger lay gently across her clit and teased her opening. 

"Seven, eight." The slaps came down quickly and hard. Rebecca yelped and her hips bucked away from the source of the pain, driving her clit hard against the meaty part of his finger between the second and third knuckles. Now she was quaking for real as the throes of a climax rapidly started to build.

He raised his hand for the final blows and she raised her hips, her body betraying her and reaching up to meet the pain halfway. He had to lift his hand between her legs to stay in contact.

"Nine." She spasmed and groaned as the twitch of her hips drove his thick finger inside, curling toward her g-spot. Now she quaked and gasped in full throated, crashing surges. He felt her gripping his finger, as though her sex had a mind of its own, bearing down to squeeze him with each wave of orgasmic contraction.

"Ten." She screamed loudly, her body stiffening and bucking. He located her secret spot, deep inside her sex, with the tip of his middle finger and gently rubbed it. She screamed again. Reaching out blindly, her eyes still clenched shut but unable to staunch the tears of painful pleasure, she found Andrew's calf with one grasping hand and gripped it tight as she thrashed out the last of her thunderous climax.

Moments later, she stopped thrashing and went limp, not quite unconscious but nearly so; she was spent, splayed over the older man's knees. She sighed and twitched slightly as he withdrew his finger slowly from her overheated pussy. A sheen of sweat covered her bare legs and back, her ass showed the handprints of the hard spanking she had received.

Andrew was amazed at his fiancée. She had been transformed, over the course of a day, from a demure, quiet girl to a ravenous, sexual beast. He felt a twinge of jealousy, after all, it was another man who had spanked, fingered and rocked her to the core, but overwhelming the jealousy was pure animal lust. She had cum at the hands of a stranger, in full view of anyone who might have happened into the store, humiliated and sexually conquered, and he had never felt as close to her as he did in that moment. 

He glanced down and saw two growing wet patches on his khaki slacks, one at his ankle, where her nails had torn into his flesh through the fabric, and the blood slowly seeped through. The other was at the tip of his still hard cock, where the pain in his leg and the awesome power of her climax had driven him to a silent orgasm of his own. 

She looked up at him and smiled weakly, strands of silky brown hair stuck to her face, wet with her sweat and tears. 

Andrew looked from her to Mr. Barrett. The older man seemed paternal in his attentions now, stroking her hair and the back of her neck as she purred, her energy slowly returning. 

Another man had entered the area, tall and dark haired, carrying a tape measure and a small wooden stepstool. "Carla said you wanted me to measure her for a dragon dress?"