15 comments/ 79744 views/ 30 favorites The Doctor is Sin By: ZaneJ Entering the solemn quiet of the tastefully and expensively furnished lobby, she was greeted by the darting glances of two bespectacled pairs of eyes. Whereas the slightly pregnant receptionist's once-over conveyed only the inscrutable corporate calm indigenous to high-end office culture, the furtiveness of the middle-aged patient's stolen peek betrayed just a hint of sexual interest. While she'd experienced this before, these glances unfailingly surprised her as she had never considered herself a traditional beauty -- a little too plump to seriously venture into the two-piece racks in swimwear, nose too long and skin too alabaster pale to ever approach the standards set by the Photoshop wizards at all the leading beauty magazines. But, as her husband had tried to convince her in her more insecure moments, she was in fact a quite lovely thirty-one-year-old woman -- the pale skin she regretted contrasting wonderfully with her large brown doe-eyes and supple lips, lending her an innocent, quasi-virginal beauty. The baby fat she tried now and then to shed in fact doing her more good than bad, especially in those just-slightly-clingy skirts she wore to work. "Lauren Kaplan. I'm the four-o'clock." "Of course Mrs. Kaplan. Down the hallway and the second door on your left. He's ready to see you now." ..... "Ivan Gladjo, M.D.," gold-plated in Constantia font. Lauren took a deep breath and turned the door handle. Behind a handsome mahogany desk, an intelligent and worldly-looking mid-fiftyish gentleman with a short, salt-flecked beard -- in deference to Freud she presumed - stood up and greeted her with a kind smile. "Lauren, so nice to meet you." "Dr. Glow-joe," she smiled. "Glad-yo, but, please, call me Ivan, he offered in a genial tone spiced with just the hint of an Eastern European accent. "Go ahead and have a seat," shutting the door behind her. They each settled into plush chairs comfortable enough to sleep in. Lauren relaxed and took in the cozy surroundings -- the yellow wine-light of the late afternoon Friday sun peeking in through the wooden slats of the blinds and coloring the rich chocolate wood of the numerous bookshelves with a lovely gold. Professionally mandatory titles like the DSM-IV and Psychology of the Unconscious offset here and there by literary incongruities -- Anna Karenina, Huxley's Ape and Essence, a slim volume of The Metamorphosis, something called Histoire de Juliette ou les Prospérités du vice... "I understand you'd like to increase your freedom and openness in the bedroom." Close. This visit, like the set of seven that had been pre-paid to follow, was in fact the brainchild of her husband. Jimmy was an energetic and generous lover whom she adored making love to, and there was nothing particularly wrong in her mind with the frequency or pleasure of their lovemaking. But she could not orgasm from intercourse alone, and, no matter how many times she had told him that this was in no way unusual, that many women like her were simply not built that way and required oral or manual pleasure, and that orgasm was not to her the sine qua non of sex in any case, it had always slightly bothered him. Her few attempts to fake it for his sake were unconvincing even to Lauren and made her feel duplicitous. After permanently kicking cigarettes with only two weeks of visits to Dr. Gladjo, Jimmy gotten it into his head that she could be "cured" with just a little therapy from the master. An insulting and annoying request from an otherwise wonderful husband when he first presented it, but when six months had passed and he had still not relinquished the dream, she agreed to do it for his birthday. Under the proviso that if it didn't work, he was never to bother her about it again. "James is insecure about my inability to orgasm from intercourse alone." Words she once could not have dreamed offering up to even a credentialed stranger, but she had resolved to get through these visits with frank directness, a strategy to dilute the overall awkwardness of the affair. "He thinks this will help." Ivan sat back. "Well... this is not really a problem necessarily. It's important for your husband to understand that lovemaking is not a contest, and that a fixation on orgasm can, if unrestrained, detract from an otherwise joyous occasion." Her look suggested total agreement. "But...," gently stroking his beard, "what I have found, in the couples who seek therapy here, is that, with an enhanced capacity to fully explore themselves and to know themselves as sexual beings comes... a newfound fulfillment in the bedroom, even when they come to me with already satisfactory sex lives. This manifests itself not just in the experiences of the patient, but of his or her partner as well." Smiling at her, "At a minimum, I believe we can make your husband forget all about this orgasm fixation of his through your newfound explorations together." A small, reserved laugh. "It would be more than I can do." "Now, just to be clear, you are comfortable receiving therapy from a male practitioner? Rest assured that I will provide the same level of professionalism you would receive from my female colleagues, but that I would understand entirely if you would prefer to meet with someone of your own gender." Lauren was not, in fact, entirely comfortable with the arrangement. Always a sexually reserved woman, nothing came less natural to her than discussing such matters with a man she barely knew. But she saw no better alternative. With a woman, things would be equally awkward, but in a different way... she would feel judged, she thought. More importantly, she knew Jimmy was absolutely convinced that this doctor was a virtuoso, and if she switched therapists and things didn't work out, she felt like he would continue to press her. "I'm fine meeting with you, Dr. Gladjo." "Please, Ivan. Now, in cases like yours where there is, in fact, no real disorder, but merely the desire to spice things up a bit, I find the quickest, most effective method of treatment to be hypnosis. Have you ever been hypnotized, Lauren?" "No. I'm not even sure I can be hypnotized." "There's really nothing to it," he chuckled. "But since this is a new experience for you, let me first dispel a few myths about hypnosis that could make you uncomfortable if not refuted. You should know that hypnosis in no way constitutes a form of mind control. Quite to the contrary, it is an interactive experience -- you will be aware of and will remember everything we discuss in session. During the session, you will not venture into any realms in which you are uncomfortable, nor would I ask you to. And these stage 'hypnotists' making people cluck like chickens and so forth -- pure crowd psychology. Post-hypnotic suggestion is real, but it is not at all involuntary or robotic. To take your husband's case, when he craved a cigarette, he would, like all of us facing temptation, find himself torn between two alternatives. I did not create the angel on his shoulder telling him to abstain; I simply gave it a loudspeaker. Similarly, you may sometimes with your husband desire a more organic, unbridled experience. I do not create new desires; I simply provide you the means to reach the ones you do have." "That sounds great." "Now, when I said there was nothing to hypnosis, I told something of a half-truth. Anyone can be hypnotized -- I am convinced of this. But, with some people, it takes a lot of easing in. It may be several sessions before true hypnosis is even achieved. Given that we are on the clock, so to speak, I like to offer first-time subjects a shortcut -- a very short-lasting sedative that will make you groggy at first, then relaxed, and will be largely out of your system for your commute home. Would this be acceptable?" Lauren wasn't entirely sure if this was acceptable, but, again, the potential alternative -- several such costly visits just to reach the starting line -- seemed less palatable than what was on the table. "As long as I don't have to call a cab." ..... Ivan reassured her and she popped the hard white oval proffered. He spent a few minutes chatting with her about Jimmy, her career, and plans for the weekend, careful to use only his peripheral vision to gauge the slowing rate at which her lovely C-cup breasts heaved and fell with each breath, to watch her skirt tighten around her slightly cushy, fertile waist, revealing just the hint of a panty line, as she eased into the soft recliner, the pill taking effect. "Let's begin." He stood and produced from one of his shelves a circular trinket, designed to be held aloft by a chain and spun so that its whirl of metallic spirals conjured a minor psychedelia. "Lauren, I need you to fix your gaze on the eye of this oscillator, to follow it wherever it goes, and to fight the urge, however strong, to close your eyes." Like an ophthalmologist, he moved the device up and down, back and forth, taking in the beauty of her wide, droopy-lidded eyes as they tracked its movements. For Lauren, even the minor strain of this task was pushing a mild grogginess into the realm of full-blown mental exhaustion, and she felt quite certain that in a few moments she would be sound asleep in this chair, ruining the session. "It's very important to keep your eyes open." He held the oscillator in place and spun it from a knob on its back. Fixating on the center of the ever-changing whirlpool of spirals, she felt like a sleep-starved motorist losing the fight for lucidity in the repetitive onrush of road markings. The small buzzing in her head promised an exquisite release if she would just shut her eyes, and some force seemed to be pulling those eyelids down by force. "I can't." "I'm going to tell you something that will help you. The sensation you crave so strongly right now -- of sleep, of finally putting your tired mind at rest -- all of this can be yours -- will be yours even more so -- if you only allow the shapes to do the work of your eyelids. You want to block out all stimuli, to forestall any distraction that would keep your mind from rest. The patterns you see will do this for you. Release the tension in your mind into the spirals. Feel the effort of wakefulness drain into the pattern. Feel your mind unburden itself; trust in the pattern to put your mind at rest..." Amazingly, it was working. She felt all the strain, all of the minor stresses of the day slipping away. The once Herculean task of consciousness receded until her eyes had settled into an effortless half-lidded equilibrium. The sensation of wakeful half-sleep was more pleasant than she could have expected, and she longed for the experience to continue, for nothing to break this enjoyable trance. "The tension you've built up in your body all week long... for many weeks now in fact... tension that resides in your muscles and your joints, lightly nagging you without your awareness... it's all slipping away now. Flowing into the pattern." He watched her ease even further into the chair, her left knee falling slightly to the side and her skirt riding up just enough to afford a lower glimpse of an inner thigh. "You feel yourself sinking further into the chair. The sinking does not stop, it only continues, increasing your comfort your weightlessness... you melt into the chair..." Her sexy, full lips now parting slightly in slack-jawed abandon. "And now we will release the last tethers holding you back from complete peace and rest. From total calm and nirvana. Are you ready?" "Yes." "All of society's expectations of what you should do, who you should be. Feel them flowing out of you, into the pattern. Fears of what is appropriate and what is not. They are irrational fears, and you feel them slipping away from you, leaving you free. Everything you do, everything you think is right, because you are a beautiful person. You are loose of all restrictions, and no one will judge you, because the more you are yourself, the more beautiful even you become. You are free of all burdens now. Free to explore who you are, who you want to be. Sexually and otherwise. Are you ready to explore, Lauren?" "Yes," in a tiny, groggy voice. "You are physically beautiful. Your beautiful face, your strawberry blonde hair, your porcelain-perfect skin, your wonderful curves -- they produce sexual desire in the men who see you." Lauren was as taken aback as she could be in this state. Under normal circumstances, such comments from a stranger would have outraged her with their inappropriateness, cause her to leave the room. Later, she would have rejected the truth of what had been said, chalked it up to the unscrupulousness of male libido, the shameless flirtation signifying nothing but the want of a romp in the hay. But she was enjoying this trancelike state too much to let it break. And she knew the doctor knew what he was doing, had her best interests in mind. She resolved to accept whatever he said, let it wash over her, not to fight or question it. Just enjoy the experience for now. "You deserve to enjoy this interest. But only one man is lucky enough to have you -- your husband. You must enjoy it through him. Feel this buzz of lust in the air channeled into him, all transient sexual longing for you flow into the vessel of your husband. He wants you so badly. And the more you accept your beauty, your sexiness, your magnetism to him, the more he is affected. Each one's longing for the other flowing into each other, strengthening your desire, a feedback loop of passion and lust... "He wants you so badly, wants to take you. And you are free to say whatever you want to him, to do whatever you want with him, to feel however you want to feel with him. He will take you. But first, feel his longing, his aching. You are on top of him straddling him. His hot palms pressed against your stomach. You can feel how much he wants you through those hands. Hands which are sliding up your body now. And now holding your breasts, squeezing them, pinching your nipples..." Lauren could actually feel the pinch of her nipples between her husband's fingers, the heat of his hands. She could also feel the growing heat between her legs, the moistening. "You may unleash yourself, do whatever you want with him. You are free..." ..... Walking back through the hallway, Lauren could hardly remember the last time she felt more relaxed. It had been like he said -- she was aware of and could remember everything he said, and the drug seemed to have already worn off. All in all, a physically enjoyable experience. Though she was still surprised at the sexual frankness of the doctor - while she supposed that this method was simply meant to be quicker than the abstract waltz of metaphors she had expected, the notion of another man discussing her body in this manner still shocked her, thinking back on it in retrospect. The worst part was her physical reaction -- she allowed herself to be turned on like this only by her husband, and, though it was, after all, the phantom sensation of her husband's caress that had stirred her, it felt wrong to respond physically in another man's presence. A small degree of shame nagged at her as she walked back to the lobby, feeling the residual swell and dampness of her pussy underneath her panties; shame that sharpened as she brushed along the waiting-room fellow heading in the other direction, who she caught stealing a glance at her behind. Still, walking out into the beautiful sunset-lit glow of the late Friday summer afternoon, she did feel freer. Her husband might or might not get what he finally wanted, but she would be surprised if they didn't have a lot of fun trying. ..... She walked into the house greeted by her handsome husband, still in his sharp work clothes. Enjoying the beautiful light hazel of his eyes, his thick blonde hair, just before he kissed her hello. Your husband is so pretty her girlfriends would occasionally tease her. For many of them, it was simply a compliment, even an admission that they envied her attractive mate. For a few, it really was more of a tease -- Jimmy's high cheekbones, delicate facial features, and fit swimmer's build were the stuff of teenage girl wet dreams, but she knew some girls preferred a bulkier, gruffer masculinity. But she was more than happy not to be counted among their number. Her tastes had not really changed all the markedly since the early days of ogling boy band pictorials, and her teenage self would have hopped and squealed to see her eventual mate. "How was it?" She smiled demurely. "I guess we'll find out." ..... In the bedroom, Jimmy eyed her lustily as he took off his sportscoat and loosened his tie. He looked so sexy and put together taking off his business attire. Unbuttoning his shirt now to reveal that lean torso, a little line tracing from his sternum to his pelvis where his abdominals met. And now letting his slacks slip to the floor, his boxer briefs clinging to his tight, fit thighs. She fell to him, surprising him with her aggressiveness, kissing his chest, his wonderfully scented neck. Locking lips with him and letting him feel how horny she was with the uninhibited movements of her tongue. Then she was down on her knees, sliding off his underwear, taking his already half-hard cock in her mouth. She took him like that lustily, cupping his taut balls in her hand, feeling him grow to full hardness in her mouth as she inhaled his sexy musk. Soon they were on the bed, Lauren straddling his face, his cock again deep in her mouth. Oh how she loved to 69, but this time even more so, the sensations of his nose and face massaging her inner pussy lips, teasing her opening, making her want his cock in her but denying it. All mixed in so perfectly with the flicking of his tongue on the sides of her clit, all around it, over it. She was usually playful with his cock when they did this, pulling off her mouth to ride her hand up and down his shaft, tracing his urethra with her tongue, taking just the head of his dick in her mouth and running her tongue all around it. This time she simply drove her mouth all the way down him, to his balls, letting his cock gag her even, over and over, enjoying the feeling of his hard heat invading her throat, delighting in his surprised moans of pleasure. She felt a strong and building buzz in her clit, and this would typically be the time she pulled her lips off of him and masturbated him while letting him hear her cum from his tongue (why on earth couldn't he accept those orgasms as enough?), but she just continued to impale her mouth on him, and just as the electricity reached its peak, the exquisite sensation enveloping her whole pussy, he groaned and she felt him explode in her mouth, his salty, musky semen filling her mouth. She swallowed all of it, another novelty by their standards. She turned over on to the bed, eyeing him with a bedroom gaze and turning up her lips in a now glistening flirt of a smile. "Oh God, honey, I didn't mean to cum already, but the way you were sucking me.." She traced a fingernail up and down his stomach. "We've got all weekend, baby." ..... And it would be sooner than he expected. Later on, lying next to him after they'd turned in for the night, her thoughts turned back to the session, this strange man talking about her body, her breasts, and she felt the heat between her legs return. It wasn't any desire for the doctor, though for a much older man he was surprisingly handsome, those cobalt blue eyes. No, she was too faithful for even fantasies along these lines. But the taboo of this man talking to her like that, and her lying prone, near-helpless in her trancelike state; she could almost feel her clit growing again. She slid her hand down her dozing husband's underwear, took his cock in her hand, and began stroking it up and down determinedly. The Doctor is Sin "Wha..." in a groggy voice. She put her lips next to his ear, her hand still jerking him, and purred, "Baby, I've been a bad girl. I need you to fuck me." Lauren always had a hard time with dirty talk, and even this light banter shook him awake. She went on. "Sweety, I'm just such a slut," she whined teasingly. "I can't help it. I'm a bitch in heat who needs her pussy filled with cock." From Lauren, just shocking. She could feel its effect on him immediately, his heart beating out its pulse through the shaft in her hand, ratcheting it up further each time, until it seemed impossibly hard. She grabbed a condom out of the nightstand and slid it on him. Always a minor irritating distraction, but Lauren now just nine months away from the review that would surely have her promoted to the position she'd always wanted, and she knew that, equality laws be damned, a pregnancy would wreck her shot. Straddling him, driving herself down on to him, a literally breathtaking burst of pleasure as he filled her up. Then riding him, aggressively, her pendulous tits bouncing up and down, her face a masterpiece of contorted lust and pleasure. Her husband's hands soon grasped around those tits, pinching her puffy nipples. Just like the doctor ordered, she thought, smiling. In Jimmy's face a look that spoke to how delightedly shocked he was, how taken away and horny this was all making him. She grinded his cock against her G-spot and took herself to the edge, but could go no further. Just hanging at the edge, so close, so wonderfully close. Jimmy finally grunting, his cock twitching perceptibly inside her as he filled up his rubber sheath. He didn't ask her if she came this time. It didn't seem to matter. Lauren's lips curled up blissfully as she fell asleep. ********** It went on like this for two-and-a-half months. Every other Friday, Lauren would go to her session and that night she and Jimmy would make passionate love. Even in the intervening days, their lovemaking and the desire they poured into it had noticeably increased. And, though she never did cum with Jimmy inside her, Ivan had been right. The lovemaking was so wonderful that he no longer even asked. As awkward as everything had first seemed, it really had been a wonderful way to spice things up, and she was glad she had done it. But after just six sessions, she knew that she had made all the progress she could, and there was really no reason to return. There were in fact good reasons not to. Feeling her swollen, wet pussy lips rubbing together on each walk back to the car, she told herself No More. The sixth session had been the final straw. Dr. Gladjo had been leading a hypnotic session to increase her skin sensitivity. He had little tingling buzzes run up and down her flesh, into her most private regions. One of these sensations fixed on her clit and had driven her just to the edge of orgasm. She wanted to cry out to tell him to stop, but she was so afraid she would cum as she tried to protest that she remained silent. And, when he brought her out, she experienced something she hadn't since her first time with Jimmy. Jimmy, only the second lover she'd ever let go all the way, and the last. The first a clumsy college boyfriend who didn't really know what he was doing. Jimmy had gotten her so worked up that first time, had made her want him so much, and then had so teasingly slid her panties down. Just a few inches, then stopping to kiss her, a few more inches, than taking her nipples in his mouth. By the time her panties were all the way off, she had been panting audibly and she felt, for the first time, an actual deep aching for cock. The feeling that unless Jimmy shoved his entire length inside her right then, she might go insane. This overwhelming need to be fucked immediately was what she had experienced coming out of that trance. She would never have let the doctor... no, she thought, not even if he had tried, though her pussy might have begged her to differ. But just experiencing that sensation in the presence of another man... she knew it was too much. She had sped home that night knowing that her time with Dr. Gladjo had come to an end, but also that she was about to have absolutely mind-blowing sex with her husband. And she did. The image of Lauren bucking up and down on him, the wild panting grunts erupting from her as her tits bounced wildly would make Jimmy hard for days afterward. She had been so loud he even couldn't help but ask afterwards -- fingers crossed -- "Did you cum, honey?" She smiled and shook her head at him. "No. But does it matter? That was some of the best sex I've ever had." He had to agree. "I don't think I need to see Dr. Gladjo anymore." "OK." "You're okay with that?" "Yes, sweety. Absolutely." "Will you make the call and tell him I'm not doing the last two sessions? I would feel kind of weird about it." "Sure. No problem honey." ..... The following Monday, when they'd both gotten home from work, he let her know he'd made the call. "And he wasn't upset or anything?" "No, no. He understands completely. In fact, he was happy he could help you so much in just six sessions." "Oh, good." "He did suggest, though, that we set up a special night sometime soon to sort of, I guess, celebrate our newfound openness. 'In the spirit of lifelong exploration with each other' - his words." She laughed. "He wants us to do a 'kinky night.'" "I think that's the gist of it," laughing too. "Well, I don't need some old man's advice if I want to get kinky with my babe. You set the date." ********** Ivan sat in his office poring over notes from one of his recent sessions, suddenly jarred from his thoughts by the receptionist's voice through the speakerphone. "Dr. Gladjo, Mr. Kaplan is here to see you." "Thank you. Send him in." Jimmy walked in, smiling nervously. "Dr. Gladjo! So good to see you again!" "James," he smiled. "Hey, I'm sorry about Lauren wanting to cut the set short. Do you, um... do you think there were enough sessions to... to do what we were talking about?" "You need not worry James. Your wife was an excellent subject. Had we completed only five sessions I'm confident it would have been sufficient." "I'm just really excited. I can't believe we're going to do something like this. I can't even imagine her..." "It will be a night you'll remember fondly for many years to come, the both of you, I assure you." "I think so too. Wow. Well, anyway, here is the extra fee for, uh, going above and beyond." "Thank you James. Have a wonderful weekend." He couldn't repress the devilish grin in his voice. ..... Alone again in the office, Ivan stared ruefully at the empty chair, picturing the luscious, overripe Lauren lying there again. Such a lovely girl. He sighed over the thought of never seeing her in person again. But, he supposed, he would always have his tapes. He opened his laptop's music library and selected Wagner, to drown out what anyone standing outside the door might hear. Then he opened his encrypted sound file and double-clicked "L. Kaplan -- Session 1," scooting the progress bar in the player that appeared past his estimate of the "boring" parts. "...holding your breasts, squeezing them, pinching your nipples... You may unleash yourself, do whatever you want with him. You are free." 30 second silence "Lauren, do you feel relaxed?... at peace?" "Yes," in a small, groggy voice. "Very good Lauren. What if I told you I could take you even deeper? Past real consciousness but not into unconsciousness. Into a realm you've never explored. A wonderful realm where your relaxation, your calm, your peace will only grow. Come with me, Lauren. Are you ready to come with me?" "Yes." "...You are sinking again, into the chair, melting into the chair... There is nothing beneath you now, you are floating down, and down, weightless... Into your mind... Falling, falling, but so pleasantly. So weightlessly and pleasantly. Under your mind now, still falling... we're almost there, Lauren... are you ready to come with me?" "Yes." "Let me tell you about where we're going. We're going so deep, Lauren, that you can't remember what we talk about there. Not consciously. We're going to the deepest parts of you, where things are buried, and the things we talk about will be buried there as well. Always with you, but deep underneath. Buried. We're going to go through now, okay?" "Okay." "And you're falling and falling. Passing through now, still falling. We're there now Lauren. You float there weightlessly with me. How does it feel?" "Calm. Peace." 20 seconds silence "Lauren, do you remember why you came to see me, at my office?" "Jimmy..." "That's right. Why did Jimmy want you to come see me." "I can't... I can't cum." "Is that true? You can't cum at all?" "I can't cum... when he's inside me." "Why do you think that is Lauren?" "I'm not... I'm not made that way." Silence "I'm going to tell you something true now, Lauren. Something you didn't know... When you cum with a man inside you, it feels totally different than when you come from his tongue or his fingers. Did you know that? "No." "It feels so much different, and so much better. When you cum without a man inside you, your clit cums. Your pussy cums. When you cum with a man inside you, your body cums, your soul cums... Did you know that, Lauren?" "No." "Does it make you sad? That you can't cum that way?" "...Yes." "Now I'm going to tell you something that will make you happy. Something else you didn't know. You can cum that way Lauren. I'm going to teach you how. Do you want me to teach you?" "Hm... no." "Why not, Lauren?" "Jimmy..." "You're afraid I'm going to make you cum, and not Jimmy?" "Yesss." "I'm not going to make you cum Lauren, I'm only going to teach you how. Do you want to learn?" "Yesss." Silence. "Do you know what a soulmate is, Lauren?" "Yes." "Who is your soulmate?" "Jimmy." "Very good. That's right... Do you know what a bodymate is?" "No." "Well, what does a soulmate have, that no one else does?" "My... my soul." "That's right. Can you guess what a bodymate has?" "... my body?" "That is right, Lauren, that is right. And you have one. A bodymate. Can you guess who it is?" "... Jimmy?" "No. I'm afraid Jimmy is not your bodymate. But that's okay... very rarely is a person's soulmate their bodymate. In fact, there are good reasons why they should not be the same person." Ivan moved the progress bar ahead several inches. "...show you a picture. Are you ready to see this picture?" "Okay." "What do you see?" "A man." "What does he look like?" "Scary." "And?" "He's naked." "Tell me more about what you see." "He's big... muscular... tattoos... his penis... it's so big... and hard... it's pierced. His penis is pierced." "Is he attractive?" "I... I don't know." "Do you find him attractive?" "I... no." "Do you like his face?" "Yes." "What do you like about his face?" "He's handsome." "But you don't find him attractive?" "I don't know." "Because he's too big? And scary?" "Yes!" "And he's sexy!" "Yes!" ..... Ivan shifted in his seat, letting his erection settle more comfortably, and opened up Session 2, moving ahead again to the middle... "...move ahead in time. Are you ready little girl?" "Okay!" in a high-pitched voice. "You're fifteen now, Lauren. Can you feel yourself? Feel yourself as a fifteen-year-old?" Giggles. "Yes." "Do you like boys, Lauren?" Giggles. "Remember what we talked about Lauren. About honesty. Do you like boys?" Giggles. "Yes." "Do you think about them a lot?" "Yes." "What do you think about them?" "They're cute. But they're dumb. They make me mad sometimes." "Do you ever think about doing things with boys?" Giggles. "Lauren? What do you think about doing with boys?" "Kissing." "And?" "Feeling each other." "Feeling where?" Giggles. "Under my shirt." "Does it make you horny, Lauren? Are you old enough to get horny?" Giggles. "Yes." "How do you know when you're horny?" "My... my pussy gets wet." "And do you ever rub your pussy, Lauren?" "..." "Lauren?" "Yes." "It's okay sweety. That's perfectly natural... You're in your bed now, Lauren. It's nighttime. Your parents are away at a party. You're all alone, and you're thinking about boys." "..." You're thinking naughty thoughts about boys." Long silence... audible heavy breathing. Ivan remembered with relish her hiking up her skirt and rubbing herself through her white cotton panties. "Lauren, there's a man coming into your room." "I'm sorry Daddy!" "It's not your Daddy, Lauren, he's away at the party. Do you remember the picture I showed you?" "Hm... yes..." "It's that man, Lauren. Just like he looked in the picture." "No! Daddy, help!" "Your Daddy can't help you Lauren. The man is on your bed now. He's holding your legs apart. Do you see his big dick?" Whimpering. "You don't have any panties on, Lauren, and his big dick is getting closer and closer..." "No!" "His big dick is resting against your pussy lips now, Lauren. He's holding your thin legs apart and grinding his big dick up and down your pussy lips." "Stoooop!" "Are you scared" Heavy panting... "Yes!" "Is your Daddy going to help you?" "No... gasp... noo... gasp... noooooo" "But he's still grinding against you, against your tiny clit..." "Oh... ohhh... OHHHHHHH!" Whimpering. Silence. "He's gone now, Lauren. You're alright." Whimpering. "What just happened, Lauren?" "I... I had an orgasm." "Was that scary?" "Yes!!" "Do you know why you had an orgasm?" "He was... grinding it..." "You had an orgasm because it was so scary, Lauren. Do you understand?" "No!" "Do you believe me?" "... Yes." "But did it feel good, when you had an orgasm?" "... Yes." "What if he had put that big penis inside of you Lauren? Would that have scared you?" "Yes!!" Moving ahead the progress bar. "...your honeymoon. Jimmy has just left the room. A man is coming in now. Can you see him?" "Jimmy?" "No he's still gone. This is a different man. The man from the picture." "No!" "Do you know what he's going to do?" "No, please don't." "He's holding your legs apart again Lauren. Under your wedding dress you're wearing no panties. Do you know what he's going to do?" Panting. "Oh, no." "His big dick is pressed against your swollen vulva, Lauren. He's grinding it up and down your pussy lips again." Panting loudly. "What's going to happen if he puts that big dick of his all the way inside you?" Moaning. "I'm..." "What's going to happen Lauren?" "I'm gonna cuuummmm! I'm gonna cum on his dick if he fucks me!" "Do you want him to? Do you want him to put it in you?" "Jimmy!" "Jimmy can't help you. The man will only put his big dick in you if you want him to. Do you want it?" Sobbing. "Yes! I want his big dick in me!" "Not yet, Lauren..." ..... Ivan opened Session 4 to the middle. "...Why can't Jimmy help you?" "He's too strong!" "Do you like that about him?" "I..." "Do you, Lauren?" "Yes," "And why does he treat your body so rough?" "Because he owns it." "Do you like having another man own your body? Does it turn you on the way he treats you?" "Yes." "Can you stop the man, Lauren? Do you want to stop him?" "No, no. no." ********** At first Lauren had treated their special Friday date as a lark, something silly-fun to laugh with Jimmy about later on. But he was so into it, and as the day approached, she started to get excited too... what exactly did he have planned? Aside from some very light roleplay and the occasional sexy dress-up, they had always contented themselves with the joy of straight, unadorned sex. She had no idea what to expect, and, when the Friday finally arrived, anticipation of the unknown had her glancing anxiously at the office clock every half hour. ..... It started that evening romantically, if normally enough, with a nice Florentine entrée served to candlelight by a tight-lipped husband whose refusal to divulge the slightest detail was driving her crazy. Eventually, under her prodding, he relented just a little. "What are you going to do to me, big boy?" "Well..." he smiled, "I'm going to shave your pussy, for starters." She held her hand to her mouth in faux shock, her eyes smiling at him with flirty astonishment. It had been years since she'd shaved herself completely there; she remembered how strange but nice the sensation of the cool night air and then Jimmy's insistent tongue had been against her bald, exposed lips. And, while two weeks of discomfiting regrowth had deterred another experiment of that sort, she knew it would be worth it tonight. And it was. Lying in the bath, Jimmy kneeling in there, still in his work clothes he knew she found him so sexy in, but his fly down, his stiff red cock jutting out from the opening in his dress slacks. Languidly and gently tracing the razor up and down each lip, pausing occasional to kiss her, sucking on her tongue so sensually. Sometimes leaning over the bath and slipping the swollen head of his dick into her mouth, letting her taste it for just a moment before he returned to his work. By the time he took her hand to lift her out, she was already anxious for him to be inside of her. "Any other surprises before you give me what I really want?" she asked with a teasing smile. "I'm just getting started," he answered on the way out of the bathroom, returning moments later with a white pink bowed box. "Meet me in the bedroom after you've opened your present." A three-piece negligee, the slut-red slip barely long enough to cover the see-through lace panties. The top an equally transparent bra, a girly, decorative bow on the back. Silky soft, she noted, slipping it on, eyeing herself in the mirror. No body issues tonight -- she felt so sexy. She knew she was sexy -- she could see it. ..... Lauren sauntered into the candlelit bedroom. Jimmy stood there in just his underwear now, his cute, rigid cock poking still poking out of the fly. Dangling from the ceiling beside him, to her genuine astonishment, were a pair of black, soft-leather straps attached to a hook in the ceiling -- some minor and hopefully reversible handiwork he must have accomplished before she got home -- and terminating in little, circular wristcuffs of the same material. Bondage. They had never really tried this before... well, in the final, fleeting moments of a particularly passionate fuck he had occasionally pinned her wrists to the bed with his hands. She had enjoyed the feeling of helplessness then, but it had also felt, well, she guessed, maybe a little scary. But she was so turned on, and this last little flourish of Jimmy's had her intrigued. "Come here, little girl," a devilish grin on his face. She did as commanded. He slipped the cuffs over her hands and tightened them, then eased down the loose pulley ends of the straps, stretching her arms taut above her, stopping just before she would have had to stand on her toes to accommodate him, tying those ends of the straps to the foot of the bed to hold her that way. She felt helpless that way, so sexy as she stood there suspended. Jimmy stood behind her, tracing his fingers up and down the front of her torso, breathing hotly but softly in her ear, kissing her on the neck, Lauren closing her eyes and taking it all in. She felt his hands cupping the front of her thighs, sliding up slowly, ever so slowly. All she wanted at that moment was to be fucked. Not to ride him tonight, but to be held down and fucked. Hard. Her pussy yearned for him so badly. If only he would untie... The Doctor is Sin ..... A loud, authoritative knock at the front door sent her heart careening into her throat, yanking her out of her reverie. "Oh my God, Jimmy! Who on earth?..." Her words cut short by the inexplicably calm expression on Jimmy's face. As if he was expecting it. Unbelievably, he walked straight out of the bedroom, cock still jutting from his underwear. She stood there alone, arms stretched above her, heart racing, too shocked to begin to comprehend what was going on. More shocked still when she heard the front door open, closing again after a moment of silence, no words exchanged between Jimmy and whatever unseen menace threatened to upend their special night. She struggled to find some meaning, something to latch onto that would make this all sensible, explainable, but the shut of the door and the sound of footsteps -- was that two sets? -- returning to the bedroom only increased her panic. Lauren could only stand their suspended in horror as the man walked into the room. A man who was not Jimmy. He was at least half a foot taller than even her six-foot husband and wore a tight white T-shirt stretched across impossibly broad shoulders, its mouth straining around his stocky, muscular neck. Fragments of tattoos peeked out from the sleeves on his thick biceps. But, as much as his sheer physical presence frightened her -- there could be no doubt that he could reach out those bulging forearms are strangle both her and Jimmy to death without breaking a sweat if he so chose -- it was his face that held her in rapt terror. The deep blue eyes staring into hers with a look of smug ownership. The cheekbones, the square jaw, the long mane of black hair... did she know this man? No she didn't, couldn't. But there was something... something that Lauren could feel deep inside, telling her that this scary intruder was going to change everything forever. Her teeth chattered in her mouth in naked fear. The sight of jimmy entering the room after him, his face still calm, knowing even, his dick still absurdly exposed and erect, filled Lauren with feelings of shock and betrayal. "Jimmy!! What is this!! Who did you let in here?!" He looked at her reassuringly and smiled. "Honey, this is my last surprise for you. This is Sergei. He's going to be the one fucking you tonight. Trust me, sweety. It's going to be incredible. For both of us." Lauren stared at him in abject shock. "NO, Jimmy!! This isn't right!" The stranger approached her with a slow, cocky gait and held his index finger up to his mouth. "Shh, shhh, shhh," he softly chided, now hovering right next to her, intimidating her with his closeness, the heat she could feel radiating off of his body. The man circled around her slowly, still eyeing her with that look of total control, appraising her body. Standing behind her, he lifted up her tiny slip and took one of her buttocks in his large hand, squeezing it painfully. "You've done very well for yourself little man," he said to Jimmy in a deep, commanding baritone. "I like a girl with a nice, fat ass." Punctuating his sentence with a hard smack to the same buttock -- more violent than anything Lauren had previously experienced -- that elicited an anguished cry and sent her swinging back and forth. "Jimmy!" she sobbed. "Make him stop! Pleeease!!" "Honey, it's okay! Sergei won't really hurt you! I promise you're going to like this, just release yourself to the moment." The large man standing behind her began tracing his fingertips across her sternum, just above her see-through bra. "NO Jimmy!" she screamed. "This is NOT OK! I want him to stop!!" The look of concern in Jimmy's eyes told her that he was finally coming to his senses, realizing the seriousness of his wife's pleas, the gravity of this outrage he'd invited against her. "I'm sorry Sergei, we need you to stop. She doesn't like this." The man hooked two fingers under the strap between the sheer cups of her bra. "You want me to stop?" he asked. "Yes, Sergei, stop it now! She's not into this!" With a single, violent yank the man snapped the bra in two, and Jimmy watched his wife's big, naked, milky-white tits flop out of the ruined negligee he had just bought her. Lauren cried out in shock at the feeling of his big, strong hands enveloping each breast, squeezing them hard, then pinching her nipples and twisting them, sending a bolt of pain and just the hint of involuntary pleasure through her body. Lauren felt her pussy twitch. "Your chance to stop this ended when I walked through your door, my friend." With that, Jimmy lunged at the man, yelling. "Stop it right now!!" But as Jimmy reached them, the man liberated her breasts from his grip and grabbed Jimmy's nuts through his underwear. Lauren watched the man's large forearm muscles flex and heard her husband's high-pitched cry of agony, helpless to do anything but stare on in wide-eyed horror, a tear now streaming down each of her cheeks, as the man led Jimmy by his scrotum to the far wall of the bedroom, like a dog on a leash. Pushing him up against the wall now, squeezing again. Lauren saw her husband sliding down the wall, held up now only by the large man's vice-like grip, crying out as his still exposed dick withered into flaccidity. "No!! You're hurting him!" The man continued to hold him there, his large frame hovering dominantly over her helpless husband, the index finger of the man's other hand now wagging admonishingly in Jimmy's face. "Should I let you go?" he asked Jimmy in a deep, menacing tone. "Yes!!" Jimmy yelped. "Please... please stop!" "Then you need to behave, little boy." His finger now pointing at Lauren. "Look at her adorable face. Look at those nice, big tits. That big, plump ass. All of that belongs to me tonight." Jimmy looked up at him in sorrow. "Who owns your wife's pussy tonight, little boy?" Jimmy's agonized eyes stared angrily and imploringly. "Who owns her pussy tonight?!!" He gave Jimmy's nuts another hard squeeze. "You do!" Jimmy yelped. "You do, Sir!" A final squeeze elicited the submissive response he demanded. "You do, Sir," he whimpered. The man unleashed Lauren's husband, and he slid down to the floor, sitting there, looking at her with apologetic shame. The large man walked back to Lauren, stood in front of her, and whipped off his shirt, revealing broad, sun-bronzed pecs, one festooned with a scary, Gothic ink design, and rolls of large, hard abdominal muscles. The sight of his body struck something deep inside of Lauren, like déjà vu, but different somehow. The feelings it dredged up were of submission, helplessness, the full knowledge that this man was about to take her and take her roughly, that no one could stop him. Her mind raged against the situation she had been plunged into, wished to block it all out, be she felt her body rebelling against her, her pussy perceptibly swelling. She could almost feel the beat of her heart in her rapidly filling clit. The man walked up to Lauren, grabbed her by the hair, and yanked her head back roughly. He leaned in as if to kiss her on the neck, but kept his lips hovering centimeters away, speaking to her in a gruff, low near-whisper, his breath hot on the skin of her neck as he spoke. "Look at you. So fucking helpless. So beautiful. My virgin. Never before fucked by a real man. Until tonight." "Please... no," Lauren softly whimpered, surprised at the lack of conviction in her own voice. She could feel the same aching in her pussy she had last felt at the final appointment with Dr. Gladjo. He took the elastic band of her panties in his other hand, pulling up so the fabric rode up the slit between her painfully swollen lips, pressing hard against her clit. The sensation reverberated through her pelvis and the walls of her vagina clenched again in an involuntary, anticipatory spasm. "Don't you want the bad man to fuck you Lauren? To fuck you harder than you've ever been fucked?" "Noooo," she barely managed in a whisper. The man yanked and Lauren felt the fabric give as he ripped it away with a sharp tearing sound. He tossed the ruined garment on to the floor in front of them and looked down, smiling at the large and obvious wet splotch in its crotch. He brought his lips close to her ear. "Your mouth tells me one thing... your body something else." Then taking her earlobe in his mouth and sucking it lustily. She stole an ashamed look at her husband, still sitting against the wall with a glazed, almost entranced look in his eyes. The man unhanded her for a moment and took in his mouth the pulley ends of the leather straps still holding Lauren taut. Biting down, he yanked his head to the side, pulling Lauren up so that she had to arch her back and stand on the tips of her toes. Moving again behind her, he pinched her nipples, pulling them away from her, stretching her tits until it hurt, then letting go and letting them snap back. Again and again, like her body was his plaything, and each time he let go, her body would sway backward stopping only at the metallic hardness of the head of the man's cock, jutting out obscenely under his pants. He let her go and stood again in front of her, reaching into his pocket to produce a switchblade. Oh my God, no! she thought, but before she had a chance to plead for her life, he was cutting through the straps that held her. Suddenly, she was free, the blood returning to her hands, strips of soft hide now dangling limp and frazzle-ended from the cuffs that still encased her wrists. Before she had a chance to run, to fight, to do something, anything, the man shoved her brutally and she flew backwards, landing on the bed, her legs flailing above her. The man pointed at Jimmy. "You. Get over here. Tie your wife's wrists to the headboard. Jimmy rose slowly. "Yes, Sir," he said in a soft, deferential voice. Lauren was so shocked by her husband's inexplicable submissiveness, the entranced stare in his eyes, that she simply lay there as he approached the bed, taking her hand in his, and pulling it up to the wooden bars of the headboard, where he affixed the tattered end of her cuff. "Jimmy!" she cried out. He glanced into her eyes with a look of dazed apology and moved on to her other hand. The large intruder was cutting long straps from the remainder of the bindings. He took her leg roughly, yanking it akimbo, and tied one of the strips tightly around her knee, then followed suit with the other. He handed the ends of the straps to Jimmy. "These too." Lauren felt tears welling up in her eyes again and clenched her legs together, resolving not to allow this last indignity. "Jimmy, no," she sobbed. Jimmy pulled on the straps but could not overcome his wife's resistance. But the impasse was short-lived. Lauren felt the man cup his large hands under her thighs, and his strength as he pushed her legs back, her knees now back near her sides, her shaved pussy spread and exposed to the world, her ankles dangling in the air, was something her straining muscles could not contend with. Jimmy stood next to her, frozen, as the man lowered his head to her swollen, glistening mound. At the kiss of his hot breath against her aching opening, her pussy twitched again, and the man gave a close-mouthed, humiliating laugh, having seen her involuntary reaction just inches in front of his face. He looked again at Jimmy. "I said tie her." "Yes, Sir." She felt the man's tongue run slow and hard up and down her left pussy lip, then the right, teasing her throbbing cunt, and heroically stifled a whimper of pleasure. Jimmy obediently finishing his work as this man prepared to violate her in the most personal, intimate way possible. Jimmy tied his last knot and returned to his designated wall. The man stood up at the end of the bed staring down at her and unbuttoned his pants, his cock flipping out and pointing rigidly to the ceiling with the first tug of his zipper. Lauren gasped audibly. It wasn't just the sight of his cock, though its length, scary thickness, and look of strength -- the large prominent tube of his urethra like a metal rod under the reddish-purple skin of his rigid shaft, terminating at the head with a small metal piercing -- left little doubt in her mind that it would hurt when this man fucked her. No, more than that... seeing this man now in his full nakedness brought up something powerful and nameless from deep within her. The knowledge that this man was here to do something to her that, no matter how her mind raged against the thought, her body, her pussy, her womb had always secretly but badly needed. To be dominated. That no man other than the hulking stranger before her had the strength, the brazenness to take her like this. She pushed hard against a welling desire for him to ram the full length of himself all the way inside her, no matter how much it hurt, filling her completely. Against a profound need to be completely owned by a man too strong for her husband, too strong for anyone, to be fucked like an animal. She felt a tiny rivulet of her pussy's juices trickle down into the crack of her ass. The man kneeled at the foot of the bed and leaned over her, pressing his thick, naked rod against the soaking slit of Lauren's pussy. He stared deeply into her eyes, as if trying to reach inside her with his gaze, to take her mind, soul, and rape them just like he was going to rape her body. Slowly, he began sliding it up and down, grinding its velvety, vein-ribbed thickness up and down her opening and clit, his large, heavy nuts teasing her asshole. The part of Lauren's mind still clinging tenaciously to her innocence, her dignity, struggled mightily against the intense sensations this produced, like butterflies on a rollercoaster, but reverberating through her insides, setting her G-spot on edge, sending trembling electricity through her uterus. The power of the sensations enhanced by the sudden feeling she had of her own tininess and vulnerability, as if she were a teenage girl again, utterly helpless before the hulking intruder preparing to impale her with his man-sized penis. "Daddy, help" she heard herself whisper, for reasons she could not begin to fathom. "Daddy can't help you now," the man smiled, still insistently sliding the full length of his dick up and down her weeping slit. No one could help her. The sensations were growing now, overpowering the part of her that still wanted to resist, and she yielded to the desire to pant, her rapid, loud breaths an embarrassing testament to the state of unbridled lust this man had forced her into. Sensations so strong now that she knew it would be only seconds before her husband, who had never been able to make her cum with his dick no matter how hard and passionately he fucked her, would be forced to listen to his wife have an earth-shaking orgasm from the mere anticipation of this stranger's huge shaft. But the man pulled away just in time, teasing her cruelly now with his denial. "Do you want this big dick inside you?" the man growled. Lauren resisted the urge to cry out in affirmation and simply lay there, still panting, starting into the stranger's deep blue eyes. He waited a moment, pressed his dick against her, and again brought her to the edge of orgasm before pulling away. The physical pain of aching desire gripped her insides. "Do you want me inside you?" he asked again. "Yes!" Lauren answered, no longer caring for her dignity, for anything but the prospect of being ravished. The man poked the large head of his penis against her quivering opening, slight hip movements just threatening to penetrate her, but not quite. "Tell your husband how badly you want me to fuck you." Lauren shut her eyes, ashamed of the words she knew she had to offer. "I want him to fuck me!" she offered to the room. The man pushed her head to the side, making her stare at her husband, still standing against the wall, his penis slowly inching its way to a semi-erection with the spectacle. "Say, 'Honey, I need the bad man's big dick inside me.'" "Honey!" she mustered. Pausing, unbelieving of her own abandon. "I need the bad man's big dick inside me! I neeeed it!!" With one sharp thrust, the man invaded her with the full length of his cock, and Lauren cried out in surrender at the explosion of pleasure, the sensation of her pussy being stretched out painfully. The feeling of being more filled up than she ever had been, of the muscular stranger's dick pressing against her cervix. He brought his face down to hers, leaning in as if to kiss her, his breath hot on her face, and slowly slid his dick out, his rock-hard shaft grinding against her achingly swollen G-spot. As she raised her lips to accommodate him, he pulled his face away teasingly and thrust himself violently into her again, eliciting another loud pre-orgasmic cry. For what seemed like an eternity, they kept up this erotic dance of desire and denial, his hands caressing her hair, the almost gentle play of his face so close to hers contrasting exquisitely with the animal-like, brute force of his thrusts. Finally he brought his lips to meet hers and kissed her deeply, the lustiness of his tongue's exploration telling her that he was just as aroused by her as she was by him. His cock driving into her more insistently now, faster, even deeper it seemed. The savage blows of its head against her cervix first her hurting her, the pain then turning bittersweet, finally replaced by intense tingling shivers running up through her womb every time he did it. And she could feel her insides beginning to clench, the sensations sharpening. Undeniable portents of just how hard this animal was going to make her cum. And she loved it - there was no use denying it to herself. Loved watching his strong shoulder muscles bulge as he drove himself into her. The smell of masculinity radiating from him. The beauty of his eyes, their lusty gaze. Now the man was pulling her head back by her hair as he fucked her, running his tongue up and down her neck. Then unleashing her and licking her all over her face. Making her feel so owned. The pressure inside building now to unbearable intensity, the edge of orgasm too much to stand. "Oh... my... God!" she stammered. The man now gripping the slats of the headboard, the same columns of wood that bound her wrists, using them as leverage to drive himself into her with a force she thought not possible. His body smacking sharply against her pussy lips, the bed groaning under the force of his thrusts. Tears welling in Lauren's eyes from the pressure inside her, scaring her at the thought of the inevitable intensity to follow. The man pulled himself so hard into her that the slats snapped off, wooden shards in his clenched fists, her bindings now free. He tossed them to the side of the bed and wrapped his big arms around her, squeezing her to him, her tits pressed against his chest, making her feel his strength as he continued fucking her just as hard. She wrapped her arms around his large frame, her palms against the hot flesh of his back, feeling his impossibly strong back muscles flexing with his exertions. In a burst of mind-shattering pleasure, Lauren felt every muscle in her body violently contract. Her womb the nexus of the pleasure, squeezed into a tiny, quaking fist, every one of its never-before-wakened pleasure nerves screaming in ecstasy. A long, wailing scream shaping the breath that rushed out of her lungs, forming finally into words..." "OH GOD, I'M CUMMMMMIIIIIIING!!!!" But out of breath now, too convulsed to inhale, still cumming, the clenching inside only strengthening. The walls of her pussy trying to crush the man's dick, his continuing savage thrusts denying them. Stars in her vision, blackness beginning to descend over the face of the man she now loved, his eyes alight with the exhilaration of her pleasure before him...