3 comments/ 23351 views/ 1 favorites The Unusual Sexuality of M. Spandoz By: Drmaxc Sometimes Randolph Trevais enjoyed a succession of clients: more often than not he had long periods of idleness between the typical and not so normal clients who sought his services. Tuesday, so far, had been one of those latter days. Randolph played with his pencil. He doodled, he practised his signature, he drew pictures, he inserted the blunt end in his right ear and examined the end to see if it was waxy. He was bored, very bored. The only spark of interest in the day had been his new receptionist. He had been sorry to see the old one go. She had been very good. The patients responded well to her, she made an excellent cup of tea and had been very pleasant indeed. Still, she was gone, seven months pregnant (nothing to do with him at all), and now he had a new girl, younger and prettier though a bit reserved, not too jolly and, importantly, not able to make a good cup of tea. He sighed. She had brought his mug in with the teabag in it! His eyes looked upward - had she not noticed the teapot? No one with an ounce of sense made tea by putting a teabag in a mug and then pouring hot but (probably) not boiling water on it. Randolph scratched his beard and stuck the pencil in his other ear. Was he bored or was he bored? He glanced at the copy of 'Hypnosis Today' on the desk beside him - could he stand reading that? It would be full of smug articles by leading practitioners on how they had done this and how their latest technique had worked. Another article would critical examine, with references, a difficult, no almost impossible, case some hypnotherapist had undertaken and the, no doubt, successful conclusion. He sipped his tea - bloody hell she had put sugar in it! There was a knock on the door, it opened "Mr. Trevais, there is a new client to see you." Randolph looked up. Yes, his receptionist certainly was pretty. The new client, or clients, proved to be a mother and son, a Mrs. Spandoz and her son, Malcolm. Randolph greeted the mother but in his usual observant way was also looking at the son who seemed to be watching the new and pretty receptionist close the door. "Do sit down. Tea, coffee?" Randolph rang through to his receptionist with the order. "Now how can I be of help?" Mrs. Spandoz indicated fairly quickly that it was her son who was the problem. It took rather longer for Randolph to extract the problem from her. Whilst his mother was talking the son studiously examined the carpet, only glancing up when the door opened and the receptionist brought in the coffee. The boy watched as she closed the door before returning to his careful examination of the carpet. Randolph thought that he had certainly been looking at the receptionist's legs. "Most boys of my son Malcolm's age, he's nineteen, are interested in girls, are they not Mr. Trevais?" "I believe so." But Randolph thought to himself, "Oh no, she wants me to 'cure' him of being gay." But this was not the cause of Mrs. Spandoz's worry. "Malcolm does not seem to be interested in, or even look at girls, do you Malcolm?" Malcolm said something indistinct to the carpet. "Have I found any dirty magazines in his bedroom? No. Does he sit up late at night watching Channel 4? No. Does he even have posters of half naked girls on his walls? No. Do I hear his bedroom door creaking away at night? Oh, yes I hear that!" She looked at Randolph expectantly. He really did not know what to say. "And?" he ventured after a time. "I have always taken Malcolm out on trips. We went to a National Trust house the other day - it doesn't matter which - and what did I find Malcolm doing? Moving those great mahogany doors between the rooms, just pulling them to and fro. Well I did not know what to think." Nor did Randolph. He was quite lost at this. What was the problem? The boy opened and closed doors? "That was when I really got worried. I didn't say anything, certainly not to his father, but when I came home unexpectedly the other day. What do you think I found?" Randolph had no idea, but he noticed a red flush of embarrassment seeping across Malcolm's neck and face. What could it be? Surely not in bed with another boy? "There he was naked, sitting in the doorway of his bedroom, his willy all stiff in his hand. He was, well you know what boys do Mr. Trevais." Randolph did, so he nodded, and it was not just boys he thought. "And with his other hand he was moving his door so it creaked Mr. Trevais, he was masturbating to his door!" She looked triumphantly at him, she had got it out. It could not have been easy for her to tell all this to a stranger. "And I want it to stop. I want you to hypnotise away this nonsense and get him interested in girls like normal boys." She stood. "Can I leave him with you? I'll wait outside." And was gone. Randolph looked at Malcolm. "Biscuit?" he said. He had noted that the chocolate biscuits had not been touched and he did not like to take one without his client taking one first. He was also not at all sure how to approach this problem. Malcolm was not looking at him, just the carpet. He did not respond to the biscuit question - which was not promising. Randolph took a biscuit. "Did you want to come here?" he asked. "No." came as a very clear response. Malcolm looked up at Randolph. A reaction - good, thought Randolph. "Thought not." He smiled. Malcolm almost smiled back. "Biscuit - chocolate biscuit? Your mother is paying for them after all." He smiled again and got a response. Malcolm was looking at him and of course once someone really looks at Randolph Trevais - looks him in the eyes - it is difficult to look away. Randolph held his eyes just for a few moments. Malcolm relaxed a bit. "So doors," he said turning his head to look at the door to the room, "doors, um, rather different?" Malcolm looked down, "I don't like to be laughed at - you think I'm stupid." "Not me, no, not at all. Interesting yes, professionally fascinating yes, stupid no. Amusing? Well let's be honest it is unusual but... you can't catch anything dangerous from a door can you?" Malcolm smiled - perhaps a finger." "Or..." risked Randolph. Malcolm laughed. Randolph was making contact. "Tell me," he begun. "I just like the way they move you see." Randolph nodded. "Each has her own character. Some of course you wouldn't look twice at. Others, like the ones Mum mentioned, so perfectly hung, deep red mahogany, smooth to the touch, the scent of beeswax and turpentine, moving easily indeed silently on those great shiny oiled brass hinges, great big screw heads, polished 'til they gleam, just moving at the touch. I pull on her big brass knob backwards and forwards, backwards and forwards, so silently, the gap getting wider then narrower, then wider showing me all of her oiled brass hinge, wider and narrower..." Malcolm had a far away look in his eyes and a bulge in his trousers. Randolph leant back in his chair. "You like the door to your bedroom?" "She squeaks. She's nothing like the big mahogany doors but she makes this little squeaking sound when I move her just a little bit. She can be shut and silent and then I pull on her handle, just a bit and she starts to open with this sexy little squeak. "You use the word 'sexy'?" "Yes, well I suppose it's the right word to me. I find it sexy. Turns me on anyway. This really is awfully embarrassing Mr. Trevais. I don't suppose your other clients talk about their sexual likes." "Oh, you'd be surprised. I have many clients with many, er, matters they need help with. So, are you happy with doors? Your mother doesn't like it." "Better than being gay!" "Maybe, maybe she'd think that. But it's you I'm interested in. How do you feel about your, er, predilection?" "Doesn't worry me. But I suppose... can you really change how I think?" "Oh well, you see hypnosis can be very powerful. More so with the right and willing subject. I can do more if you want to change." "Dunno if I do. I've never taken much notice of girls and can't say it worries me if I don't. Could I like girls and doors?" Randolph scratched his head. "Difficult. I'd rather redirect your interest from one to the other. A transfer of allegiance, as it were." Malcolm was quiet for a time. He shrugged his shoulders, "Let's give it a go, then. What do you do, swing a pocket watch?" "If you like," Randolph lent forward, "is that what you think I need?" Malcolm answered but as he talked he found himself looking directly into Randolph Trevais' strange eyes, he found he really could not look away, his speech slowed and Randolph took over, talking in his smooth gentle voice. After a time he said, "I think you can sleep now Malcolm." Malcolm slumped forward in his chair, eyes closed, motionless. "I'm going to ask you some questions, Malcolm, and I would like you to answer them truthfully. You will do that won't you?" "Yes." "Do you remember my receptionist?" "Yes, sort of." "Is she pretty?" "Suppose so." "Nice legs." "I don't know." "Have you looked?" "Not really." "Has she a large bust?" "Don't know" "Would you like to find out?" "Why?" Randolph shrugged his shoulders. No, there was no sexual interest in girls at all with Malcolm. That was clearly confirmed. "What's the door to this room like?" "Quite nice. Victorian four panelled, moves easily, needs stripping down as it has too much paint built up to see the detail of the mouldings." Randolph smiled. When he had thought Malcolm was looking at the receptionist he had been sizing up the door all along. He pressed the intercom and called Louise in. She looked puzzled at Malcolm sitting semi-slumped, with his eyes closed, in his chair. "Is he... under?" She said in a slightly awed whisper. "Yes," said Randolph normally, "I'm asking him some questions. Look up Malcolm and open your eyes." Malcolm sat up and looked blankly across the room. Louise looked startled. "See Louise here? Now, is she pretty?" Malcolm's eyes focused on the receptionist. "I suppose so". "Nice legs?" "I suppose so" "What about her bust?" "I suppose so." Louise looked surprised and affronted. "Thank you Louise." Looking puzzled she left. "Malcolm. I want you to think about Louise. She is pretty. I want you to think of a door you like, a pretty door, and when you think of that door I want you to think of Louise as well. Can you do that?" Randolph tried a few things like that but did not think a lot could be done that day: but at least he had made a start. He brought Malcolm back. Malcolm looked worried and looked around at the door for reassurance. "You won't feel any change. This is only the start of your therapy. Shall we go and see your mother?" Randolph assured Malcolm's mother all would be well and arranged for another session. He had barely settled back into his chair when Louise came in. "Mr. Trevais, I don't understand - what was all that about my legs and chest?" Our client, Mr. Spandoz has a problem. I was asking questions under hypnosis. Questions can be rather personal. I needed to use you as an example. I really hope you don't mind." Louise's body language revealed she did mind, quite a lot. "What sort of problem?" "You understand client confidentiality. You must not tell anyone." "Of course, but I'm not at all sure about this using me as an example." "Well..." and Randolph explained. Louise began to laugh. Randolph's stern face brought her up very quickly. "No, I suppose it's not funny for him, really, but imagine it - being attracted to doors!" She stifled another laugh. "How are we going to help him, Mr. Trevais?" Randolph liked the "we" but not her attitude - it gave him an idea. "I think we can bring him round, Louise, I think we can change the object of his desire." "Really, Mr. Trevais, how will you do that?" "Sit down, Louise, and I will explain." "I need to get young Malcolm to look at women. That is why I was getting him to look at you, an attractive young women - if I may say so." "No, I don't think you should." "Really, why?" Randolph lent slightly forward across his desk and looked straight at Louise. "It's personal and it's treating me differently, it's discriminatory. You wouldn't say that about a young man would you?" Randolph, of course, thought to himself that he wouldn't because a young man was unlikely to be pretty, have attractive legs and a large bust, but instead he said, "No I suppose not. But you see Louise, what Malcolm does need is a pretty young girl to look at, to help me change the focus of his sexual desires." His voice was soft, smooth and gentle. Louise found herself listening intently as she stared into his eyes, eyes of unusual colour and brightness, strangely unblinking. She listened to his soothing voice and felt safe, comfortable and reassured. She was very attentive. "You wouldn't mind really if Malcolm looked at you, talked about you in a personal way. That wouldn't matter would it? It would be such a help to him. It will move him on. It wouldn't harm you at all. Such a small inconvenience at most. I don't think it would bother you at all would it? You want to help don't you?" Louise found she did want to assist Mr. Trevais very much indeed in helping poor Malcolm. She wouldn't mind Malcolm looking at her as much as he needed to. What a problem to have! Mrs. Spandoz brought Malcolm for his next consultation but he came into the consulting room on his own. Randolph was not surprised or disappointed when Malcolm seemed to take a careful interest in closing the door seemingly holding onto the brass handle more than was really necessary. He greeted Malcolm warmly, talked to him in his reassuring way whilst they drank coffee and ate biscuits before Randolph led him into a hypnotic trance. He called Louise in. "You remember Louise, Malcolm, isn't she pretty, don't you think she is pretty but more than that isn't she just a little sexy. Girls are sexy, Malcolm, their skin is smooth just like your mahogany door, silky smooth to the touch. Touch her cheek, Malcolm, stroke the skin, isn't it smooth. It is smooth isn't it, Malcolm." Louise was looking a little alarmed as Malcolm reached out and stroked her cheek with his hand, rather like one might do a cat, "Yes, smooth." "But it's warm as well, yes?" "Yes." "We like warmth, Malcolm, but doors are cold. Doors are good, doors are smooth but girls are smooth and warm. Girls are better." Louise nodded with understanding if not acceptance of the touch. "Keep stroking Malcolm, isn't she warm? She's alive and warm. Louise is smooth like a door but warm and soft. We like soft. Her cheeks are soft. Her hair is soft. Stroke her hair Malcolm. See, that is soft. Doors are hard. Doors are good, doors are smooth but girls are smooth, warm and soft. Girls are better." Malcolm's expression was vacant but he was doing what he was told. Randolph worked on despite Louise beginning to look distinctly uncomfortable. "See her lips, they are warm and soft. Touch them with you finger." Louise's eyes widened and her eyebrows went up as Malcolm touched a finger to her lips, feel how soft and warm they are but they can also be wet. Louise, please lick your lips." Louise frowned but did as she was told, her tongue brushed Malcolm's finger. See Malcolm, her lips are warm, soft and wet. Doors are smooth but girls are many other things. Girls are warm, girls are soft, and girls can be wet." A hint of a smile crossed Randolph's face. Louise's frown intensified. "Doors are good, doors are smooth but girls are smooth, warm, soft and wet. Girls have more than doors. Girls are better." He continued for some time. When Malcolm had gone, he sat back in his chair and said to Louise, "I think this is going rather well. I think I am moving him. I'm rather pleased with myself really, I..." "I don't think this is at all right. You had him touch me." "Oh Louise, I am sorry, I did not think you would mind after our talk about Malcolm. It is necessary you see. We have to help Malcolm and change his focus. It's not just a matter of telling him. We have to show him, get him to really feel the change is right for him, and get him to experience it. Surely it was not too difficult letting him touch your hair, your face even your lips?" Once more Randolph's voice was soft and insistent, his strange eyes compelling. "You can do this, you don't mind really. You are pleased to help Malcolm. It is OK letting him touch your face, touch your hair and touch your lips. He'll need to kiss you next time. That won't matter to you either, will it? You do want to help Malcolm don't you?" And Louise found she did, very much. Mrs. Spandoz and Malcolm were a little late for the next consultation. Randolph was with Louise in the reception when they came in. He was pleased to see Malcolm's eyes linger a little on Louise as he came through the door. Randolph thought this looked suspiciously like progress. Mrs. Spandoz was clearly not so encouraged. "He's put a new poster up in his room." Randolph looked at Mrs. Spandoz expectantly. He was to be disappointed. "A poster of the Georgian doors of Dublin. Lots of different painted doors, can you believe? Would look right in a dentist's reception room: but in a boy's bedroom?" Louise stifled a giggle. Randolph shot a glance at her. Malcolm turned red. This was not going well. It took quite a time, and quite a few chocolate biscuits to settle Malcolm down again in the consulting room. "Well, I liked the poster. Some beautiful, wonderful doors. I liked the poster. I'm sure you would too. You're not having a lot of effect, Doc.!" Once more Randolph took Malcolm deep into a trance and called Louise in. "Now Malcolm, have you been having a sexual experience with a door since we last met?" "Sort of." "Tell me about it." "I was in the public library and between the main part, the lending library, and the reference section is a set of double doors. Grained big doors with acid etched glass in the upper panels. Great massive doors with closers. They resist you pushing through and then close of their own accord. Lovely brass hinges, three pairs - need polishing. I just loved pushing the doors open and watching them go back into place - close again. I stood there for about ten minutes just doing that. I almost came in my pants though I didn't touch myself - wanted to - but it's a public library of course!" "So you masturbated when you got home? " Oh yes, several times. I can't get those doors out of my mind. But I can't go and see them again." "Why is that?" "Got kicked out of the library and banned by the Librarian." Louise giggled. Randolph frowned at her. "You like doors don't you Malcolm?" "Oh yes, pretty doors, naughty doors but particularly double doors, big double doors that move by themselves, close by themselves, of their own choice." "But girls are good too aren't they?" "Yes, girls are... yes, girls are smooth, warm, soft and wet." "Yes, Malcolm, well done. Do you kiss doors?" "Yes." "But aren't they cold and hard?" "Yes - but smooth and sexy." "See Louise, her lips are smooth, warm, soft and wet. I want you to kiss her on the lips and feel how warm and soft they are, doors are cold, but there is much more to feel with a girl's lips than there is kissing a door." Louise looked a bit startled as Malcolm got to his feet and touched his lips to hers. "See they are warm and soft. Doors are hard, doors are good but girls are better. Kiss her again, feel your lips on hers, hold them there, feel how soft and warm they are. Brush her lips with your own, feel their warmth, feel their softness. Louise, lick your lips please. Kiss her again; feel her lips are not only soft but also wet. But now push your tongue through those soft lips; explore her mouth so very wet and warm; feel Louise's tongue against your own so much softer, so much more interesting than a cold door; see she moves - not like a cold responsive door. How can a door have feelings about you? See Louise likes you." The Unusual Sexuality of M. Spandoz This was not actually true. As Malcolm came away from her she looked at Randolph in crossness and alarm. "Mr. Trevais! I..." "Sit down here Louise, let Malcolm stand, now I thought you were happy to help and..." His eyes caught hers, "you want to help. Malcolm needs to touch you and feel your soft lips. You don't really mind him touching you, really you even like it. It does not harm you, it does not worry you, you will let him kiss you, touch you, won't you?" Louise now nodded. "Good, now," he broke eye contact, "stand up then. Could you kiss Malcolm properly Louise please?" And she did. Her arms went round Malcolm and she drew him to her and mouth-to-mouth, open mouth to open mouth kissed him with passion. Randolph's gentle quiet words leading Malcolm on into the appreciation of girls as opposed to doors. "Feel Louise's tongue in your mouth moving with your own, stroking and caressing. A door cannot do that. A door cannot respond. Doors are good but hard and cold. Girls are smooth, warm, soft and wet. Girls have so much more than doors. Girls are better. You liked the swing doors didn't you Malcolm?" The kiss broke, "Mmm, yes, I liked the sexy swing doors in the library." "You liked the way they move?" "They swung back all by themselves." Louise is going to show you something better. Something she has which swing just like those doors. Only they are better because they are warm and soft. Louise?" "Yes?" "Could you unbutton your blouse?" Louise looked worried but Randolph nodded reassuringly and she began to unbutton her white blouse to reveal her equally white bra and the swell of her breasts above it. Randolph tried to appear professionally detached: it was difficult not to stare. "See Malcolm what Louise has hidden in her blouse? Breasts are warm and soft. Louise's are full and good. You want to see them Malcolm. You want to see those library doors again Malcolm but you can't - the librarian won't let you. Instead I am going to let you see Louise's breasts. Louise is going to let you see them and touch them. You were sad about the library doors but you feel this fading away now that you have the prospect of something else to see and touch. Those doors were good but the thought of seeing and touching Louise's breasts is better." "Louise, I know this is a bit of an imposition but would you mind... would you mind taking your blouse and bra off... slowly?" There were definite signs of an internal struggle in Louise's mind. Her hands poised to comply but not moving. Randolph sighed. It would be a nuisance if he had pushed her too far and would have to wait until next time, working on her in the meantime. "It would so help Malcolm. He does need your help." This appeal seemed to work and Louise relaxed and slowly slipped off her white blouse. Randolph nodded, watching with apparent unconcern but with an increasing constriction in his trousers. Really Louise did have a most impressive chest. The release of Louise's breasts from the bra was not a disappointment. They wobbled slightly, their creamy upper slopes dropping to large pale pink areoles, nipples unerect, before turning sharply inwards and back to her chest. "I want you to take hold of Louise's breasts in your hands Malcolm. One in each hand, hold them lightly underneath. Yes, like that. Now lift them a bit, feel their weight. Squeeze just a bit, see they are soft and warm in your hands, girls are soft and warm. Now move your hands from side to side a little, see they move with your hands. Now pull your hands a little apart, see Louise's breasts move with your hands. What do those double doors at the library do when you let them go? They move together. Malcolm, let go of Louise's breasts - see how they move back into place of their own accord. See the little wobble as they re-establish their position. And like your double doors they can come together. Go on, touch them again, push them together 'til the nipples almost touch. Now Malcolm that was good wasn't it? Very good. You have touched a pretty girl's warm soft breasts. They are not cold and hard like those library doors but soft and warm. You like those library doors but you like Louise's breasts very much. You are going to be thinking about them whilst you are away from here, you will think about them a lot. You will wonder what it is like to touch just her nipples and see how soft they are but they have a secret, which I will tell you next time. You will think about Louise's sexy warm and soft breasts and wonder what their secret is? Do you think Louise will let you kiss them next time? You will wonder about that as you think of how soft they are, how warm they are, how they move. Doors are fine. Girls are better." The consultation over Louise, despite having consented to Malcolm inspecting and touching her breasts, was less than happy over the experience, "Moreover you saw my breasts too, I felt so embarrassed, showing them off not just to young Malcolm but to an old man like you." Now this was a bit unfair. Randolph was not old: more young middle aged to his mind though a fair description would be middle aged in reality. But by the time Louise sat down again in reception she found she was not really bothered by either young Malcolm or young middle aged Mr. Trevais seeing her breasts. On the contrary, she was very pleased to help Malcolm and assist Mr. Trevais in his work. He was a very clever man, a man who knew what was best; would make sure she was safe and he could be trusted. She was pleased to hear how much progress Mr. Trevais thought they were making with Malcolm and if Malcolm needed to touch her breasts and her nipples, even kiss them next time he visited, well, what harm could that do? It was treatment after all. There was no doubt about it. On arriving for his next appointment with Randolph Trevais, Malcolm definitely did try to look down Louise's cleavage - tried to look down her blouse, between the valley of her breasts; breasts a little revealed by the cut of the blouse and the two undone buttons at the top. Randolph had specifically asked Louise to wear a blouse that was a little more revealing than she normally did. Not a plunging neckline or anything not respectable, or appropriate for a receptionist, but one that did more than hint at breasts. Randolph was encouraged and nodded a wink at Louise. "Well Malcolm, yes, yes do have another biscuit, they are a new line, I rather like the chocolate on them don't you?" The talk was momentarily distracted into a discussion on the relative merits of chocolate biscuits. "How then, have you been feeling? To what have your, um, intimate thoughts been turning?" "I was in the library - I go there some times you see. Well, used to go but I had a disagreement with the librarian but I risked it. There are some doors there I rather like. Double doors you see. Rather lovely doors. Attractive in my view you see." He looked rather defensive all of a sudden but was reassured by Randolph's understanding nod. "I was so keen to see those doors I just couldn't keep away." He looked down at the carpet. "I thought onetime it might be love not lust." Malcolm paused for a moment before looking up, "Well, I sat for quite a time pretending to read and watching when anyone opened the doors. I liked to see them close together. Though I don't really like to see others open them - it makes me jealous I suppose. But I do like to see the doors close together. They do it just so slowly, it's wonderful to watch them silently draw back together. Anyway one time the doors were opened by this girl - pretty, like your receptionist, she was wearing this tee shirt, which was quite low cut, and my eyes just followed her chest right past me and I missed the doors closing. It was so unusual for me. I was really struck by what I'd done or my brain had done. I thought then whatever your treatment is that it is having an effect on me. I was really surprised and thought I must tell the 'Doc." "And if she had let you, what would you like to have done?" "Done? Oh I see. Last night I was dreaming of those doors, not just the doors but with that girl coming through them. Coming through them with her top off, her breasts exposed. She held the doors open for a bit, just stood there holding them open, moving the doors a little and looking right at me. Then she said, "would you like to hold them?" And I got up and put my hands on those big brass handles, you see so as to hold the doors open for her, but she said, "No, my breasts, silly." And then I woke up and I was coming. "Ah, a wet dream." "Yes." "Encouraging don't you think, Malcolm, we are getting somewhere. May I put you under and see if I can reinforce this, er, interest? Are you happy with the development?" "Yeah, suppose so, I quite like the idea of getting into girls and doors at the same time. Is that possible?" "We'll see. Not easy, not easy. I think it may be one or the other. Which would you prefer?" "I dunno. Girls I suppose. More normal and easier perhaps." Randolph lent forward. Malcolm was soon sitting, eyes unfocused, waiting for Randolph's instructions. He did not move as Louise came in at Randolph's request. "I hope you are content with what I propose. I wish to develop Malcolm's interest in breasts and I think it would be just the thing if you let him touch them again." "I am happy with that Mr. Trevais. Shall I take my top off?" "If you would Louise. Oh, and I rather want young Malcolm to develop his tactile involvement. Would you very much mind if he was to kiss them - to kiss your breasts?" Randolph's eyebrows rose emphasising the question. Louise paused, her white blouse removed, she was just reaching behind her to undo her bra strap, "Well, I suppose that doesn't really matter. He is in a trance after all and it's just between you, me and his subconscious. Isn't it?" Randolph was very reassuring and tried hard not to look at Louise's now bare breasts. Despite the positive evidence of the wandering eyes and descriptions of the wet dream it was clear to Randolph from his questioning that the door fixation was far from banished from Malcolm's mind and, indeed, it was the interest in girls and breasts which was shallow and easily displaced by references and mental images of doors and door furniture. Randolph sought to strengthen the normal interest and reduce the hold of the perverse. "See Malcolm, there in front of you are Louise's breasts. Take them in your hands. Feel how big and full they are in your hands. Move them, mould them. They are so soft and warm. You like doorknobs Malcolm, I know you do. Doorknobs are round and hard, you can feel them, turn them. But hidden in the palms of your hands are Louise's nipples. Take your hands away and look at them so big and pink. Aren't they pretty? See how soft they are. Go on touch them with your fingers. Nipples are soft but here is one of the secrets I told you about last time. You have been wondering what they these secrets are haven't you Malcolm?" Malcolm nodded starring at Louise's nipples. "Nipples are soft, nipple are hard. Nipples are both soft and hard. They can be both. Your doorknobs are only hard but nipples are soft and hard. You can make them hard if you want to. Doorknobs are OK but nipples are much more. Nipples are good, nipples are fun, you like Louise's nipples very much. You want to suck them, feel them become hard in your mouth and on your tongue. You can't do that with doorknobs. Nipples are better. Nipples are so much more. Go on Malcolm suck on Louise's nipples, run your tongue round her nipples. That's good, that's right, well done." Louise looked surprised. Randolph had said 'kiss' not 'suck.' There was a big difference. Randolph smiled as Malcolm sucked on Louise's left nipple. He thought about how strange it was that grown men, and indeed some grown women, liked to do that. Something - assuming they were not bottle-fed - they had first done as babies. Had any study been done of the comparative interest in breasts between bottle and 'breast is best' fed babies he wondered? Did they show any difference or was the fascination simply because of how pretty nipples looked and how soft and malleable they were? Malcolm was certainly concentrating on the nipple in his mouth. Randolph rather wished it was he who was doing the sucking. "Look Malcolm." Malcolm relinquished his hold on Louise's nipple. "You have made it hard. See how hard and wet you've made it. Go on; touch it with your finger. Squeeze if, all wet from your mouth, roll it between your fingers, and see how it turns. You can turn doorknobs and you can turn nipples but you can do so much more with nipples. Squeeze again. See how Louise likes it; she's smiling at you. She likes the feeling too. Try the other nipple. Can you make it as hard and wet as the first?" Malcolm could. Randolph was one side of the desk, Malcolm and Louise the other. "Louise, how are we doing - do you think we are having an effect on Malcolm? I can't see but you can, I think - has he got an erection?" "Mr. Trevais! Of course I haven't thought of looking." "Well I do need to know if the treatment is having a strong sexual effect on Malcolm. It will reinforce the learning. His subconscious will recall the pleasure and seek it out in the future. Could you look please?" "I really cannot tell in those jeans, Mr. Trevais. I think so, but it's not something I do - looking at men there." "I'm sure you don't Louise. Would you mind terribly touching him there just to see? I know it is a strange request but he won't remember. As you said earlier it's just between you, me and Malcolm's subconscious. Didn't you?" Louise looked uncomfortable but Randolph was pleased to see her reach out and lightly pat Malcolm's jeans as if they would be too hot to the touch. She patted them again a little more firmly. "Yes Mr. Trevais he is hard, I mean, Malcolm has an erection." "Good girl. Thank you for doing that. You really are such a help to me." Louise beamed with pleasure. "Malcolm, breasts excite you. They sexually arouse you. Play some more with Louise's breasts. Mould them in your hands, pull the nipples, feel how hard they are. Do you want to suck them again?" Malcolm nodded. It was quite a long session of work on Malcolm. Work involving him manipulating Louise's breasts, pushing them, pulling them, sucking on the nipples and rolling them between his fingers. Randolph was pleased to note at the end not only had Malcolm responded well to the exercises and to Randolph's gently persuasive voice but Louise's nipples were hard and extended and she definitely had a flushed look about her as if she had enjoyed the experience. Randolph turned to Louise, "I do hope you didn't mind that, Louise, I had to put him through a lot of work there as reinforcement. Those exercises on your breasts were excellent therapy for him and I am more than grateful for your assistance. I am ever so pleased with this teamwork. You really are proving much more than just a receptionist but an assistant as well." Louise looked as pleased as could be smiling broadly at Randolph. He smiled back whilst admiring her sitting there with her pretty flushed face and her large breasts with their nipples pointing straight at him, long and wet from Malcolm's efforts. He was barely able to prevent his own hands reaching out and touching. "Perhaps you would dress now before I bring Malcolm round." She stood up which gave her breasts a delightful bounce and bent to pick up her bra. Her movement of bending her back caused her breasts to hang downwards moving just slightly from side to side. Randolph watched keenly conscious that if Louise had tested his own trousers for evidence of sexual arousal she would have found a very positive indicator indeed. The next visit came around and Malcolm found he was getting used to having a regular session with Randolph Trevais and greeted him almost like an old friend and smiled in a very friendly fashion at Louise. "So Malcolm, last time you were telling me about your wet dream. Have you been having further dreams or thoughts about girls in that way? Yes, do have another biscuit." "I... this is a bit embarrassing, well a lot embarrassing really, but when I was in bed last night I was... I was...." "Wanking?" Said Randolph helpfully, "everyone does it." "Yeah, right I was thinking... and wanking, they sort of go together don't they? And I was thinking of, well I was thinking of your receptionist. I hope you don't mind?" "Why should I mind? Perfectly natural. A pretty girl." "I was imagining her, her breasts - with her top off. And I was imagining touching her." "Her breasts?" "Yes and her kissing me." "Really, and what happened next?" "Well I just thought about her for a long time and then I thought about - sorry Doc - those swing doors and I came." "You made yourself come?" "Yeah, I suppose I did." "Hmm so still interested in doors then?" "I don't want to disappoint you but yes. There again, I've never thought of girls before so I think you are getting somewhere." "Just Louise's breasts - that's my receptionist. You didn't imagine her completely naked then?" "No." Malcolm chewed the end of his pencil. "Did you imagine yourself naked?" "Not really. Well I suppose I did. I did imagine touching Louise's breasts with my, er, cock before I thought about rubbing it against those doors." Randolph suddenly looked encouraged, he smiled at Malcolm and lent forward. Malcolm was soon in a trance. Randolph called Louise in. "Some progress, Louise, but not as much as I had hoped." He pulled a couple of magazines from a drawer, one a well-known girlie magazine, the other a rather more specialist publication on doors and door furniture. He placed them in front of Malcolm. "Malcolm you are home in bed. You are thinking of masturbating..." There was an audible gasp from Louise. "... you have two magazines to help you - which do you choose?" Randolph was not greatly surprised when Malcolm picked up the doors magazine. "Go on Malcolm, masturbate." As Malcolm unzipped his jeans and brought out his half erect penis Louise was signifying her discomfort to Randolph. "Surely Mr. Trevais you do not want him to... and shouldn't he be using the other magazine anyway?" Randolph ignored Louise and continued speaking to Malcolm, "It's about time we took you in hand or rather Louise takes you in hand." Louise looked puzzled for a moment until the import of Randolph's words sank in. Randolph bent towards her and looked her in the eyes, "Yes Louise, he should be using the other magazine but we need to encourage him, educate him about which is more pleasurable. I need you to help me. This is very important to Malcolm. You will help me won't you? I need you to touch Malcolm's penis, I need you to stroke it, I need you to do that when he looks at the girlie mag. but not when he looks at the doors magazine. Do you understand? Will you help me? Will you help Malcolm?" Louise very much wanted to help. She looked with some pity at Malcolm staring at a picture of a bright green door with a shiny brass letterbox and knocker whilst slowly pulling his foreskin up and down his now hard penis. "Malcolm, you can stop now. Why are you looking at doors? Haven't I told you breasts are better? Breasts are warm and soft but doors are hard. Think about nipples. You enjoyed playing with Louise last time didn't you. Would you like to again?" Malcolm nodded turning to Louise. "Louise is going to take her blouse and bra off but you mustn't touch yet. I want you to look at pictures of other girls' breasts in the magazine first. Open it. See how different breasts can be, some are large and too big for your hands, some are small and would hide in your hands, some are very round, some are like cones, some are white, some are brown. They vary so much - turn the pages and see. Look at the nipples as well. They vary so very much too. Little pink nipples, great big round areolea spilling round the breasts, sweet puffy areolea making the breasts point. Your cock is hard. You want to touch it don't you Malcolm but you cannot. It's just aching to be stroked isn't it Malcolm?" The Unusual Sexuality of M. Spandoz "Yes, it is, please." Shall I ask Louise to stroke it? Wouldn't that be better than you touching your cock?" Randolph did not wait for an answer, "Louise, if you would please." Louise was looking rather surprised at Randolph's graphic description of various types of breasts and comparing the photographs in the magazine to what he had been saying. It took a second or two for her to gather Randolph's meaning. Louise, still looking uncomfortable, reached out her right hand and lightly brushed Malcolm's cock with her fingertips. It twitched. She ran her fingers along the top and then grasped it and began to pull the foreskin slowly up and down. Malcolm bit his lip as he continued to turn the pages. "That is good isn't it Malcolm? That is what a girl can do. A door can't do that. A door is cold, hard and can't pleasure you. A girl is warm and soft and can look after you - make you feel good. Girls are better. Now look at the door magazine instead." Malcolm's eyes moved to the other magazine and immediately Louise withdrew her hand. Randolph nodded appreciatively at Louise. She smiled back. "They are nice doors I suppose but girls give pleasure. Do you want to look at the girls again, Malcolm?" Malcolm nodded in reply turning back to the girlie magazine. Immediately Louise took hold of his penis again and began to work it. "See Malcolm, girls feel good, why don't you feel Louise's breasts whilst she plays with your cock. You play with her breasts and make her nipples hard. She likes that. She likes playing with your cock. You like that. You can do things together with girls. Girls are active: doors are passive. Girls are best." Malcolm began to mould Louise's breasts in his hands and gently pull and pinch her nipples. Randolph watched a gradual hardening of Louise's nipples denoting there was indeed some mutual pleasure. Louise kept up the manipulation of Malcolm's penis, his pink cockhead appearing and disappearing between her encircling fingers. Randolph was pleased with the progress. The reinforcement was going well he thought, when suddenly Louise let out a squeak. "Oh, Mr. Trevais!" Malcolm was coming and coming all over Louise's hand. A stream of semen had erupted and was strewn across her fingers and dripping off them. A further jet shot up into the air and fell down across Louise's still moving hand. "Oh, Mr. Trevais! Malcolm's come all over me - what shall I do?" Randolph had not actually expected such an early conclusion to his therapy but there was nothing to be done. It had happened. He waited for it to finish then calmly handed Louise a tissue. After Malcolm had been tidied up, brought back to himself and his next appointment made, Randolph said, "I'm terribly sorry, Louise, I did not mean for Malcolm to come like that, unexpected and over you." "That's all right, Mr. Trevais, it's not as if I haven't seen it before." "I'll make sure it doesn't happen next time." "You need to do that again? I thought it would be just the once. I'm not sure I want..." Randolph sighed. "You will, Louise, you will. It is very important for Malcolm. Very important." He was only using the very lightest of suggestion on Louise rather than simply making her submit to his will. It was interesting to watch her struggle with the suggestions he made but perhaps a heavier approach would be easier. For the time being he would persevere with the lighter touch. Certainly he must do this with Malcolm if he was to create a deep-seated desire for women instead of doors: rather than a simple instruction to that effect with no subtlety and depth. This could well be a very interesting case to write up for 'Hypnosis Today'; or there again, perhaps it would be wiser not to. It was clear at the next consultation that Malcolm was still sexually confused. Randolph asked him about what he had been doing, the girls he had noticed, the doors he had seen and what his mind had turned to sexually. Malcolm's thoughts before he had begun the course had simply not touched on girls. That had changed but it did not mean he had ceased ogling doors. It did not take him much to start talking about the scent of polish, the naughty creak of hinges, the satisfying click of a lock. Randolph was surprised by the depth of Malcolm's door-erotic vocabulary. Louise was by now used to being called into the consulting room when Malcolm visited. She did not, though, expect to walk in and find Malcolm standing completely naked though seeming not to notice anything. "Ah Louise. I thought it would be easier if Malcolm took his clothes off." Louise immediately bridled, "easier for what?" "Easier for me to judge whether he is sexually excited or not." Louise was reassured. For an awful moment she had thought that perhaps Mr. Trevais wanted her to... but he wouldn't ask her to do that surely. He was far too nice a man. "Louise, what I want to try in Malcolm's reinforcement therapy is the erotic stimulation of undressing the woman." "You want me to let him undress me? How far? I don't mind my blouse and bra but..." "Yes your blouse and bra, Louise," he was looking straight at her, "but you wouldn't really mind if Malcolm went a little further would you? It would so help his progress and you do want that, don't you? After all he hasn't any clothes on has he?" "I suppose... if it would help, I..." "You are such a help to me, Louise." Randolph turned to Malcolm. "Last time you came in Louise's hand. That was good, wasn't it, Malcolm?" Malcolm's penis gave a twitch. "You liked playing with her breasts didn't you? They were so big and soft, so warm and pliable. Remember how they moved, so much better than a door? Remember her nipples so hard and how you sucked them? You can't do that with a door can you? You don't like doors so much now. Doors are all right but girls are so much better." As Randolph spoke the memories were having an effect on Malcolm. Randolph was amused to notice the half disapproving, half interested glances Louise gave as Malcolm's penis thickened. "Now I'm not going to ask Louise to play with your cock, instead I want to you to look at her. What would you like to do?" Malcolm was now looking at Louise with a disconcerting intensity, "I'd like to see her breasts." "But you can't see them, Louise has clothes on. What would you like to do?" "Take them off." "If you are gentle, you may, Malcolm." Louise looked distinctly uncomfortable as a naked, hypnotised and increasingly erect Malcolm began undoing the buttons on her blouse revealing the swell of her breasts and her bra. "Very good, Malcolm." Steadily Malcolm worked down the buttons until the last one was undone allowing him to pull the material over Louise's shoulders. It dropped to the floor. "Perhaps if you turned round, Louise." Malcolm was now able to undo the hooks from the eyelets that held the bra firmly against Louise. Released it dropped a little away from Louise. With a look of resignation, Louise turned back to face Malcolm. Randolph noted Malcolm's cock was now fully erect - straining at the leash might have been a reasonable description - as Malcolm reached to remove the bra and reveal Louise's full breasts. "You may touch, Malcolm." Malcolm's hands reached out and cupped Louise's round breasts, lifting them a little so they rested in his hands. He juggled them up and down a little before his thumbs curved upwards so the balls of his thumbs rested on Louise's soft nipples. They began to stroke, moving just a little but enough so that the corrugations of his skin caught and moved the soft pink nipples. Randolph watched as they began to harden. "Doors don't change like that do they Malcolm? Girls are so much more fun, so much more interesting, and so much more exciting. You like girls very much Malcolm, don't you? What are girls?" "Girls are fun, girls are interesting, girls are exciting, girls are soft, girls are hard, girls are warm, girls are wet." Malcolm smiled. "Go on Malcolm make those nipples wet." Malcolm bent forward and took each nipple in turn between his lips and sucked and teased them until the nipples stood long and hard. "You remember Malcolm you liked door hinges? You remember I told you girls had another secret?" "Yes." "Would you like to see what girls are made of?" "Yes." "Well then keep on undressing pretty Louise." Malcolm walked around Louise looking how to undo her skirt. He found the zip and buttons at the back. His fingers slipped into the waistband as he pulled the material to undo the buttons. Louise looked at Randolph with concern but he smiled back reassuringly. He got up from his chair and came round to her, laying his hand on her bare shoulder. He looked into her eyes. "It's all right Louise. This is good for Malcolm." The skirt dropped to the floor. "You are doing so well. Relax, enjoy the feelings, enjoy helping Malcolm, enjoy the warm feeling in your breasts. It feels good helping Malcolm." Malcolm's thumbs slipped into the waistband of her white panties and began to pull. Randolph's eyes broke contact with Louise's and he glanced downwards to see her patch of golden curls beginning to be revealed. He looked back into Louise's eyes. "Soon you will be naked but you won't mind that, so long as you are helping, helping Malcolm to get better, helping people to feel better. You don't mind do you? You like the feeling of being naked and helping people. It makes you feel warm, it makes you feel sexy. You need to feel sexy to help Malcolm." The panties slid down to lie around Louise's ankles. She stepped out of them. Randolph patted her behind. "You are good, Louise, really helping me." Louise smiled in pleasure and did not look cross when Malcolm began to stroke her vee of golden curls with his fingertips. "Well Malcolm how about that! So soft, so springy, so pretty. Louise keeps her secret hair hidden but she's let you see it and stroke it. Aren't you lucky? But Louise has more to show, a bigger secret. Louise would you lie down on my desk please?" Louise did as she was told, first sitting on the edge, then lying down but being careful to keep her legs closed. Malcolm took to stroking her golden hair again. "In the past you liked those big doors in the library with their secret hinges. The doors opened and you could see the brass hinges: the doors closed and you could not. Well Louise has a secret place between her thighs, Louise has her secret hinge." Randolph looked at Louise. "Would you mind slowly opening your legs - and I mean slowly, gradually widening your thighs - then bringing them together again?" Louise looked very uncomfortable. Despite Randolph's words it was contrary to her instinct, her modesty, her sense of what was right to reveal her most private parts to these men. But as Randolph Trevais had said, it did not really matter. Malcolm was in a hypnotic trance and Mr. Trevais; well he was a professional doing his job. Perhaps she did not really mind after all. Randolph nodded encouragingly as Louise gradually revealed herself, her legs parting to, at first, show more of her curly down, then her pink lips coming apart revealing a mysterious recess and yet more pinkness and folds. Louise tried to make the opening of her legs as much like a door as possible and slowly they widened until fully outstretched. Having opened them wide she began to slowly bring them together again. "Well done indeed Louise!" Randolph almost overdid his praise by clapping. Louise repeated her action. "There you are, Malcolm. You knew what was there, but now you have seen Louise's very own hinge. Isn't that so much better than a door hinge, Malcolm? It is soft, it is warm and, yes Malcolm, it is wet. You know why it is wet Malcolm, don't you? So a penis can go in. Would you like to oil Louise's hinge with your penis, Malcolm? Tell me." "Yes please." Louise was shaking her head and looking worried again. "I can't let you do that Malcolm. Louise doesn't want that. You do, don't you Malcolm? You want to sink your penis in and oil her, you are desperate to do that, to sink into her warm wetness and let your oil flow." Malcolm was panting with desire, his cock seeming to strain in front of him. "You've never been so excited, never been so excited with a door as you have with Louise. Girls are so good, aren't they?" Randolph looked at Louise, "Could you open your legs again? Now, Malcolm, go and stand between her legs." Malcolm stood between Louise's knees gazing down at her sex. Inches above it rose his cock, the skin of its purple head taut with excitement, a seeping of clear fluid beginning to spread from the little eye at its tip. "Louise won't mind though if you touch her with your fingers. Gently though, feel how soft her sex is, how warm it is and how wet it is." Malcolm used the fingers of both hands. He was gentle in using his fingers to stroke, fondle, and tug at Louise's lips. Randolph looked at Louise, "Are you all right with this? Is Malcolm being gentle? I expect so. I expect you are actually enjoying his fingers. They are making you excited." Louise to her surprise was getting wetter and wetter. It did feel good helping Malcolm but she did not want him inside her. What would her boyfriend say? She didn't want to cheat on him. She didn't want somebody else in her. "Could you ask Malcolm to put his fingers in you, please Louise?" Louise thought that would be all right as it wasn't his cock. "Please, Malcolm, put a finger in me. Ooh yes, and another." Louise found herself getting quite worked up. "Well done Malcolm, now that's so much more than you could do to a door. Move your fingers in and out, yes add a third, pretend it's your cock going in and out of Louise. Wouldn't that feel good? Doesn't it feel good?" Randolph watched Malcolm's fingers at work on Louise. He smiled; the therapy was going very well. "See how wet your fingers have become now, Malcolm. Girls are warm, girls are soft, girls are wet. Doors don't compare to girls. Doors can't compete with girls. You much prefer girls to doors. Your fingers are wet but your penis is dry. You so want to come don't you Malcolm? You mustn't put your penis in Louise but what you can do is wet it, slide it up and down between her legs, stroke it with her wetness - but you mustn't go in." Malcolm needed no further instruction, he was rubbing his penis, rubbing the head on Louise's wet sex, rubbing her so that it was sliding right on her clitoris and up her slit onto her pubic bone. Louise did not protest, it would have been difficult to do so as the sudden feeling on her clit was nearly sending her into orgasm. Similarly the intensity of feeling on his cockhead, the warm wetness, was almost immediately too much for Malcolm. With a cry he began to come, a burst of pearly fluid flying forward from his penis, arching over Louise's fair curls to land on her tummy and pooling in her tummy button. Again and again Malcolm spurted leaving a trail of semen down from Louise's tummy to mingle in her already damp curly hair. Through his orgasm Randolph's calm, soothing voice kept up his explanation of how much better girls were, reinforcing the message he was keen to implant deeply in Malcolm's subconscious. There was a pause, a pause to let the training, the therapy sink in. "Well done Malcolm, well done Louise," said Randolph smiling at the dishevelled Louise and at the hypnotised Malcolm still standing between Louise's thighs, a softening but wet penis lying on her nest of curls. "I now want you to get dressed, Malcolm, and then sit there in your chair." Randolph guided Malcolm away from Louise. "Well, Louise," he said gently wiping Malcolm's ejaculation from her with some tissues, enjoying the feeling of his fingers touching her smooth stomach and the springy curls, "you have helped so well today. I really am proud of you." "Do you think we have succeeded with Malcolm?" Louise asked Randolph Trevais a week later. She seemed very concerned. "I think so, Louise. I was very encouraged by last week - and by your help of course." Louise looked pleased, "only I was thinking if you wanted me to... if you thought it would help... I would not actually mind if he... if he... if you thought he needed to put his... had sex with me." Randolph nodded thoughtfully. "It might confirm things. It could be very useful. Yes, I think that would be very helpful of you Louise. I think I am succeeding with his interest in doors - I think that is waning and ending but we need to ensure he will take the initiative with girls - or does he want them to take the initiative? Does he like to be in control or be taken control of? Is his passivity shown by his door fixation really a need for a firm hand? Louise, you may need to take charge of the situation. Lead him into sex. Do you think you could do that?" "Yes, Mr. Trevais, Of course I can! I am confident I can do what you say." Malcolm's next appointment was later that same day and, as usual Malcolm was brought in and sat down with Randolph at his desk. "I'm sorry about the tea," said Randolph, "Louise isn't the best at making it. How are your feelings?" "Different. Very different, I have hardly given a door a second look." he paused, "hardly looked anyway and I even asked a girl out." "And...?" "I've only asked her - we haven't been yet - well I say asked. She asked me actually." "So doors are behind you - I detect a hesitation?" "Maybe. I like the feeling of, well, doors do what I say. I can open a door: I can close a door. They are passive. I'm in control." "Hmm, but with the Library door you liked to watch it closing itself. You liked to watch others opening it. Perhaps you did not really desire control? Perhaps you found the idea of a door that controlled itself particularly erotic?" "Like a lift door opening on its own?" "Have you been attracted to such a door?" "I used to hang around the department store and, you know, and go up and down in the lift. The doors open a lot. They have refurbished those in the department store and only last week..." "So, not quite given up on doors, eh Malcolm?" "I said hardly, didn't I?" Randolph leant back in his chair, "so doors that move by themselves. Surely girls do that!" "Yes, but they don't for me. I see the library door or the lift doors moving for me. I don't know if girls will like me - I know - or knew doors do." Randolph said slowly, "Louise likes you, she told me." "Really?" "She's rather better than a pair of lift doors wouldn't you say?" "Yes, definitely." "Would you like her in charge, in control of you... or would you like to control her?" "I don't know - not likely to find out am I!" Randolph got up and went to the door saying, "Oh, I don't know about that," he opened it, "Louise could you come in?" "Malcolm, you like Malcolm don't you? Malcolm isn't sure if he likes to be in charge or the woman in charge when having sex. What do you think Louise, would you be in control?" Randolph had moved to stand behind Malcolm and he nodded to Louise who took the hint. "He'd like me in control." "What would you do?" "I'd sit him on my knee and spank him." Behind Malcolm, Randolph shook his head, "or rather, undress him." "Would you? Well, off you go!" Randolph smiled to himself. This was going to be interesting. Before Malcolm really knew what was happening Louise had him on her knee and was unbuttoning his shirt. Malcolm was looking startled and unsure at this development but was soon surprised at the pleasure he felt as Louise reached her hand inside and began to rub and squeeze his nipples. This was unexpected. He had the idea in his head that it was he who played with nipples. He had never actually done such a thing of course, but since visiting Randolph Trevais' clinic the idea had grown in his mind that it would be very good to play with a girl's breasts. But Louise was touching his, rubbing them and..." Louise bent forward, "... nibbling them! Already he could feel his erect cock pushing at his trousers. The whole development was quite a shock to him but there was no thought of doors in his mind at all. The Unusual Sexuality of M. Spandoz "You're a good looking boy, Malcolm, I don't know why you don't go out with girls more," said Louise one hand dropping to the bulge in his trousers, "what have you hidden in here? Shall we see?" Malcolm was looking even more startled and about to say something when Louise kissed him on the mouth. It was evidently a very full kiss and all the time Louise was stroking Malcolm's cock through his trousers. "Shall we get it out and see what it's like then?" Malcolm nodded quite nonplussed. He looked at Randolph for reassurance. Randolph smiled, raising an eyebrow and nodding approvingly at Malcolm. "Let me see, I pull this zip down and then I put my hand inside. Is that right Malcolm?" "Er, yes please." Randolph watched as Louise did just that. Malcolm's face was a picture as Louise's hand slipped in. The separation of her hand and his cock became merely the thin cotton material of his under shorts. "I think there is a way in here, ah yes, here is something warm - and hard!" Louise pulled Malcolm's cock out of his trousers and began to stroke it up and down. "I do so like a stiff cock in my hand. But, but I think you should take all your clothes off Malcolm so I can see all of you. Up you get, now off with those clothes, strip for me - yes and the socks." Malcolm was soon naked in the consulting room looking rather embarrassed particularly as his cock was sticking straight up in the air. Louise patted Malcolm's bare bottom. "Now sit back on my knee, yes that's it, legs a little open so I can play with your balls." Malcolm's cock was pointing right at the ceiling as Louise's hand reached between his thighs and began to massage his hanging scrotum. "Such a funny little bag of wrinkled skin with these little plums inside. I could squeeze quite hard, Malcolm, if you didn't do what you are told." With one finger she followed the ridge of Malcolm's cock up until she reached the very tip. A bead of moisture had welled up there showing Malcolm's excitement at his position. Louise touched the moisture with her finger and moved it an inch away from the head. Because of the viscosity a thread of moisture remained attached to both finger and penis head. "Look at this, Malcolm, your naughty little cock is leaking already. What shall we do about that?" Louise grasped Malcolm's penis again and gave it a few strokes. "Well, isn't this nice having a big naked boy on my knee! But what shall we do with you. I can't have you just coming all over the place - what pleasure would that be for me? Stand up Malcolm, let's have a look at you and see." Malcolm stood up. Louise turned him round and fondled his bottom, "What a lovely tight, slim bottom." She patted it and pulled him back round to face her, his cock pointing upwards inches from her mouth. She looked at it with a bemused smile. "Do you think I should suck it, Malcolm? I'm sure you do! But what if you came all hot and salty in my mouth? What good would that be? What pleasure for me would that be? No, I think you are so stiff it is best if I don't touch you at all. But what can you do for me?" Randolph lent forward, interested to hear Malcolm's reaction. Louise was playing her part very well. Surprisingly well. "I... I don't know." "Silly boy. I'll show you, now sit down whilst I take these clothes off." Malcolm sat and watched, or rather stared, as Louise stripped off. His hard penis head seeming if anything to get larger as it stood, all shiny and smooth. Louise slipped her blouse over her shoulders letting it drop to the floor to be followed by her skirt. Then she reached behind her and her bra fell forward. Malcolm's eyes grew larger as it too descended floorwards revealing Louise's full breasts. Now she was clad in just a thin pair of cotton panties. She sat down on Malcolm's knee, the side of a soft thigh brushing his cock. "Do you know what I like, Malcolm? I like my nipples sucked. With one hand she gently but firmly pushed Malcolm's head down until his face was touching one breast. "Gently at first, Malcolm, just a little lick, then..." She pushed his head towards her and his lips brushed against Louise's already hardening nipple, "a nibble, then a suck." He licked. Louise looked at Randolph and gave the 'thumbs up' sign. Randolph nodded his head and smiled in return. Once again he was very constricted in his trousers. Therapy was all very well but he could not but feel that he needed some treatment as well - treatment from Louise to ease an uncomfortable and demanding swelling. Malcolm was busy sucking on Louise's nipple. Her hand gently stroking his hair, "yes like that, yes pull a bit, suck, yes suck." Louise's eyes closed - it was evident she was enjoying Malcolm's attention. "Now Malcolm," and Louise squeezed just the end of his cock between her fingers, "I'd like you to play with me - but be gentle or I will squeeze your balls hard. Put you hand in my panties." Malcolm's right hand pulled at the waistband and his fingers slipped inside. Randolph watched their progress. He imagined them feeling the soft bouncy curls, a solitary finger running down the crack towards the wet warmth of Louise's sex. He shifted uncomfortably. The therapy might be going well but it was a strain on him. Malcolm's hand was now well down Louise's knickers and Randolph thought it probable that a finger or two had been inserted. He wondered how wet she was, how easily Malcolm was finding it to slip around? Louise's eyes were closed - she was evidently enjoying the attention. Malcolm had a big grin. It was obvious he was happy. Perhaps he should go and make a cup of tea whilst this progressed. There was not a lot he needed to do for the moment and a nice cup of tea might take his mind off his own need. Perhaps a couple of chocolate digestives? "That was good, Malcolm, I liked that. I might let you put your cock in me if you keep being good. Pull my pants off." Randolph decided, after all, not to go and make tea. Malcolm tugged the white panties down and off so both he and Louise were naked. Louise sitting: Malcolm now standing. Louise moved forward to the edge of her seat and opened her legs. "I want you to kneel down, no between my thighs. Now take a good look. Do you like that? Come closer. Now, Malcolm, I want you to use your tongue rather than your fingers on me. Yes, I want you to suck me there." With a hand she pulled Malcolm's head in between her thighs and as his lips touched her she gasped. "Oh yes, like that Malcolm, but gently and slowly, just lick, long slow strokes of your tongue." Louise left Malcolm between her thighs for a long time. Sometimes her thighs clamping shut around his head such that it would have been difficult for Malcolm to have extracted himself - had he wished to. "Oh yes in there, round and round. A little higher. Oh yes, that's it, just right. Keep there." Finally Louise let Malcolm come up looking a little red faced. "Why what a good boy you've been - but what a wet face. Now how did that happen?" She laughed. "Now perhaps you might like to put your cock in me? Would you like that?" Malcolm's answer was unsurprisingly affirmative. Louise reached out and held his cock near the base pulling him towards her. Yes I think I would like this in me but you won't come too quickly will you. I don't want you filling me too quickly, do I?" Louise had pulled Malcolm close, but his penis stood too vertically to line up with Louise's sex, so she pulled it downwards to point at her entrance. "Now Malcolm push it in just a bit." The penis, still held by Louise's finger, moved forward to push aside the soft flesh of the opening. Randolph watched the head disappear. "Now pull out," said Louise, "let's have a look - see it's all wet now." And so it was, the smooth head had been dry except for the seeping at the very tip but now it was clearly shining and wet with moisture. Louise's hand slipped a little higher up the shaft and took Malcolm's foreskin between her fingers and pulled it slowly upwards to cover the head. "See how easily it rides up and down over the head, lubricated by me, up and down. That feels good doesn't it Malcolm? But not too much - I want it properly inside." Louise aimed Malcolm back inside but this time she released him letting him push all the way in. Louise's legs came up to lock over Malcolm's back, her hands holding his bottom. "Kiss me and fuck me Malcolm." He did just that, did as he was told - and didn't come too soon. Randolph watched Malcolm's bottom rise and fall, his cock sliding regularly inside Louise building both to orgasm. Louise had been brought almost to a peak by Malcolm's tongue and came quickly, holding Malcolm in a tight grip and, Randolph noted, with quite a lot of noise. "You can come now Malcolm when you are ready, you can spurt inside me - fill me." He did just that with a strong thrusting motion. Randolph smiled. That appeared to be substantial reinforcement of the conditioning. Louise had done well. Malcolm turned to Randolph, looking flushed and happy. Randolph's eyes dropped to his cock hanging wet and spent below an equally damp patch of hair. Louise had evidently been very wet. "You were saying about not being sure if girls liked you. About thinking you liked to be in control. I think girls do like you but perhaps you do not like being as dominant as you thought? A balance is perhaps what you need to aim for. I think we can perhaps regard the treatment as over but I will review with you progress in three months. Louise, could you make an appointment for Malcolm in three months please." "Yes Mr. Trevais." Malcolm began to dress, still in a daze. "I'll show you out, Louise you sit there and rest please." When Randolph returned Louise was still sitting in her chair, naked, and a bit dishevelled. "Well Louise, I was absolutely delighted with your work there. You handled my instructions perfectly. I am really pleased with you." Randolph came over and put his hand on her shoulder in a friendly way and bent to look in her eyes. "You were very good indeed. You like helping me with my clients who have sexual problems. You like to help me with sex don't you?" "Yes Mr. Trevais." "What do you like doing?" "I like helping you with your clients and with sex." "Yes Louise, I think you do." Randolph stood up and sat on the edge of his desk. "As I said Louise you have been a great help to me. I hope you did not mind helping Malcolm with his sexual hang-ups." "Oh no Mr. Trevais. It was a pleasure. I don't know if you noticed but..." and she blushed "...I actually got quite excited and he made me come." "You had an orgasm?" "Yes Mr. Trevais. Quite a good one actually." "Yes, I thought so but it is good to have that confirmed. Certainly Malcolm came." He smiled, "we can see the evidence of that." Randolph indicated down between Louise's legs where a small puddle was beginning to form." "Oh Mr. Trevais I am sorry I haven't been able to clear up." "That's quite all right of course, here..." and he stood and began to dab at the puddle with a tissue inevitably touching her sex. "Ooh Mr. Trevais you are touching me - there!" "Oh dear yes, sorry Louise, I was just trying to help." "That's all right, Mr. Trevais, you are so kind to me. I don't know how you sit there with all this talk of sex and it going on right in front of you unmoved." "I wouldn't say unmoved, Louise, I have a normal reaction to suggestive influences - just like our Malcolm now has." "Oh dear you must get very uncomfortable." Louise herself looked slightly uncomfortable as if she had something to ask but she did not know how it would be received, "err, if I was to...I mean. Would it help if I were...? Mr. Trevais would you like to...can I make you less uncomfortable?" "Why, what do you mean Louise?" Louise went red with embarrassment but then the words tumbled out, "I mean, would you like me to make you come. I don't mind which way. You can come in my hand, in my mouth, in my vagina - I don't mind, whichever you would like, whichever would make you comfortable. I'd like to help you with sex." Randolph smiled. It had taken some time to bring Louise to this point. He had not hurried the process and now here she was offering herself to him rather than acquiescing in his choice. "I... well... that would be most kind of you, Louise, I must admit that the sight of your, how shall I put it, charms, to say nothing of your energetic work on Malcolm, has these last few weeks caused me some discomfort on occasion, a certain swelling that could certainly do with easing." Randolph was standing right in front of her, his fly conveniently placed. Louise unzipped it and slipped her hand inside to grasp his erection. She pulled it out and began to stroke it, the loose foreskin easily sliding up over the head and back again. She smiled up at Randolph, "is that better Mr. Trevais?" "Yes much better Louise." Randolph didn't ask her to, but clearly Louise thought with Randolph's cock inches from her face, it was the right thing to do because, as she played with it, her tongue whisked out and licked it right on the end. She did it again this time allowing her tongue a more definite lick. The third time she slid her tongue right underneath and held it there, just touching, as she pulled the foreskin back and forth. Louise began to wriggle her tongue a little just on that extra sensitive area before sucking the whole head between her lips. Her hand let go and she began to fellate Randolph with long wet strokes, her lips wrapped around his cock as they slid back and forth. At first Randolph thought of taking up Louise's offer of intercourse but the fellation was so pleasant, so enjoyably performed by Louise that he decided to leave that to another day... or two. "Would you like to touch me, Mr. Trevais?" asked Louise as she drew her lips all the way back along and off the end of his penis. She stood up expecting him to touch here. He lifted both her breasts in his hands, moulding and weighing them. "Very nice Louise, very nice indeed. I think however I was happy as before, if that is all right?" "Of course Mr. Trevais." She sat straight down which made her breasts bounce, took hold of his cock again and held it at the right angle for her mouth. No soon had her lips closed over the smooth end than she released the shaft and resumed her rhythmic long wet strokes seeking to bring it to a climax. Randolph smiled down at her and stroked her hair. This was a very pleasing development. He had hoped to bring this about, not only would it be very pleasing to have a young pretty girl on tap when he needed sexual release but her developed interest, manifest ability and enthusiastic acceptance of her enhanced role was likely to prove useful to his practice in treating some more unusual clients. It was a pity about...Oh yes, that was very good. Really Louise knew how to... Randolph looked intently down at Louise's mouth, at her lips wrapped around his penis, as the first spurt of semen shot up his cock, the pleasure heightened by the image. She was good, she did not pull off him, choke or anything but just kept her lips moving as he emptied the rest of his ejaculation into her mouth. Louise kept it in her mouth, ever so lightly touching it with her tongue and lapping off any further semen that escaped as his cock softened. As he became almost completely flaccid in her mouth she sucked it all in and attempted a smile as she looked up at Randolph and raised her eyebrows. He nodded approvingly. "Very good indeed Louise, very good indeed. I really needed that and am grateful to you. Not only are you proving a most able assistant but you do seem to be skilled in sexual matters as well. You must tell me how you learnt all this - but another time - when we have the time and, well, perhaps when I might be feeling in need of release again. If, and this is important, if you feel happy with that?" "Oh, of course Mr. Trevais. Anytime." "You are most kind. Now I suppose you need to tidy yourself up. We have another client in about twenty minutes so could you get ready for her?" "Yes Mr. Trevais." "Oh and some tea please." Malcolm Spandoz went on to have a succession of girlfriends much to his mother's pleasure - or at least at some of them - eventually marrying a rather strong willed young lady who had decided views on many things including what a husband should do. Malcolm was very happy and enjoyed an energetic sex life with his wife, his 'Muntin' as he affectionately referred to her when they were alone. She found Malcolm to be a considerate and imaginative lover, ready to do her bidding and to fit in with her desire. One of the puzzles of her life was why Malcolm often referred to her most private area - her sex - as her 'hinge'. She asked some of her friends if this was a normal term. It wasn't. She consulted dictionaries of slang but it was not mentioned. She eventually concluded Malcolm used it because the intersection of her legs were somewhat like a hinge, though it seemed rather a lame explanation, after all his legs hinged in just the same fashion. In this conclusion she was not wrong in her understanding - quite close to its actual origin in fact.