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Judith and Me
By Homer Vargas
Vargas111@yahoo.com
Chapter 2: Judith
Revised with input from Trey Gallant
I showed up for my appointment with Dr. Roth on time, but I
still had to wait. Fortunately, there was entertainment. The
receptionist was sitting in a way that allowed me to see up her
short smock every time she crossed and re-crossed her pretty
legs. Eventually, I was waiting alone. When a very well-dressed
man with a rather spacey look on his face finally came out, the
receptionist told me that the doctor was ready to see me.
The doctor may have been ready to see me, but I wasn't ready to
see the doctor, not this one! To my amazement, "J. Roth" was a
woman. And what a woman! Even without her 5" spike heels, she
would have equaled my 5' 11'' stature. And she was big in other
ways, too. You might say she had a coke bottle figure --the 64
oz. size!
She smiled seeing my astonishment as I stood speechless trying
to take in the sight. The doctor wore a proper power suit, but
the tailored skirt stopped about a furlong above her knee, and
the expensive silk blouse showcased more than concealed a set
magnificent mammaries.
"Welcome, Mr. Black. May I call you David? Have a seat and tell
me a little about yourself." She sat down behind her desk and
opened a file folder. She began with the standard medical-type
questions: name, address, age, previous medical history, that
sort of thing. Abruptly, she closed the folder, looked me right
in the eye, and said, "Alright, David, now tell me why you
really came to see me."
Stunned, I complied. "I'm in a real fix, Doctor Roth. I think
I'm the victim of the woman who lives next door to me. A few
weeks ago she, ... I, I seem to be under some kind of spell. I
can't get her out of my thoughts and I don't know why I am so
obsessed with her. I have been giving her money, but I don't
remember when or how. I know I am spending all my time with
her, but I don't remember everything that we do together...."
The tone of my speech became more anxious, tense, and just a
little short of hysterical, as I proceeded. I had not realized
myself how distraught I had become about this situation.
"David, David. Calm down." Dr. Roth interrupted. "You seem a
little tense. Do you feel nervous about putting yourself in the
hands of a woman psychologist?"
"Oh, no," I said, too hastily
"Then lie down on the couch," she smiled reassuringly, "and
I'll help you to relax."
"All right," I agreed hesitantly. She brought her chair out
from behind her desk and set it next to the couch. She moved to
the wall switch and dimmed the lights, then returned to her
chair beside the couch. A projector threw swirling colors onto
the ceiling. She took my right hand in both of hers, and said,
"Now we are going to work on controlling your breathing. I want
you to inhale when I tell you and time your breathing in to my
count. Then you will hold your breath while I count and then
exhale slowly while I count. When you have exhaled each time, I
will say, 'Relax,' and you will repeat it to yourself. You
don't have to say it out loud. Do you understand?"
I nodded. I did not trust myself to speak. At only arms length,
her obvious charms were overwhelming, and her perfume was a
fragrant fog all around me. "That's right," she said, her voice
dropping to an intimate purr. "In-hale ... three ... four ...
five .... Hold-it ... three ... four ... five....Ex-hale ...
three ... four ... five ....Relax. "
"Relax," I said to myself, adding, "three...four...five."
"Very good, David. Very good. Now again, more slowly, more
relaxed. In-hale...three...four...five...six.... Hold-it ...
three...four...five...six....Ex-hale ... three ... four five ..
six....Relax." She repeated this over and over, each time
slowing down and extending the count. I lost track of how many
times she took me through this until I heard her say,
"Wonderful, David. That's good, very good. You are an excellent
subject. How do you feel now?"
"Umm. Better," I confessed. It was amazing. A few moments
before, I had found myself on the verge of hysteria. Now I felt
so comfortable I was almost drowsy.
"Are you still nervous about working with a female psychologist
on this problem," she asked in a velvet voice.
"No. No, not at all," I replied. Actually, although I was more
calm now, she still made me uneasy, sitting so close, bending
towards me. It was an effort to not look up her dress or down
her blouse's Vee-neckline. And she was still holding my hand.
"David, you're not being completely truthful," she smiled
warmly. "Like most men, you are a little bit afraid of me. I'm
a big, sexy woman, and I'm wearing clothes that make you look
at me. I think this short skirt and my low neckline intimidate
you. Perhaps you are worried that now that I have you down on
the couch, you would become aroused, and I would notice it.
After all, the lights are dim. We are alone, and no-one will
interrupt us. Are you afraid I might take sexual advantage of
your relaxed, vulnerable state?"
"Yes, Dr. Roth," I admitted.
"Well, given what you say you have been through, you are right
to be concerned. It appears that it WOULD be very easy to
manipulate your mind to take advantage of you. But don't worry,
my friend. I never have sex with a against his will.
Believe me, I don't go to bed with a until I've got him
very, very willing. If I make love to you, I'll make sure you
really want it first. So just put those fears out of your
mind."
At some point during this conversation, I don't know exactly
when, Judith had pulled her chair even closer, and had begun
stroking my leg just above the knee. Gradually, her hand worked
its way to my crotch. "Now are you ready to tell me everything
about this woman and your obsession with her?"
"I'll try."
"I'll help you." she smirked and began a slow massage of my
crotch.
"Oh ... Doctor! Please, don't do that!"
"Why? Don't you like it?"
"God, yes!" I gasped.
"You're supposed to," she said. "Just relax and enjoy the
sensations."
"But...it makes me so .... it is getting me aroused."
"I'd be worried if your were not." she smiled. "You're going to
tell me about a sexual experience. I want you to experience the
arousal you felt then."
"But Doctor..."
"Don't resist me, David. This is for your own good. Trust me.
Let go and give in to your feelings. You must be completely
open with me. Let go of your inhibitions. I want you to become
sexually aroused. Sexual arousal makes a docile and
obedient. Doesn't my stimulating you sensually make you feel
like doing anything I tell you to do?"
"Oh...yes, Doctor," I sighed.
"Of course you will, anything I tell you. You trust me and you
are going to let me help you. Now take a slow, deep breath ...
just like before. Hold it ... and let it out slowly. As you
exhale, your eyes will close. You are feeling relaxed, and you
will tell me everything about this woman who you fear is
sexually exploiting you."
"Yes, Doctor," I sighed as her hand slowly put me into a
wonderful, dreamy mood.
"For the last several months, I've been seeing an woman,
a neighbor of mine. I seem to be completely obsessed with
her.""And what is the problem: that she is or that you
are obsessed with her?"It was hard to think, much less talk,
but I heard my voice answering for me. "My obsession. I'm
signing over my paycheck to her, and I didn't even remember
doing so. I don't see any of my friends my own age anymore. I
have nothing in common with the woman except sex. I don't even
remember much of what Grace and I do in bed; I seem to fall
asleep every time we ..."
"Grace?" Dr. Roth interrupted gently. "Is that her name?
Grace...?"
"Yes, Doctor," I responded to her unspoken question. "Her name
is Grace Archer."
"Why the randy old...," Judith murmured to herself. "This is
getting interesting. I think you had better tell me how this
relationship began."
I tried to explain how I had been ogling Grace for several days
and her catching me looking.
"Then what happened?"
"For several days, nothing," I recalled. "Then, the next
Saturday, I was just about to leave the house to pick up my
girlfriend, when Grace came over to visit."
"And...," she coaxed.
"I don't know why I even let her in, I didn't have time," I
went on, almost babbling. "Sarah was waiting for me, but when I
opened the door, I couldn't seem to stop her," I admitted
lamely.
"Who is Sarah?" Judith asked.
"She was my girlfriend at the time," I explained. I went on to
tell Dr. Roth about sitting on the sofa with Grace, talking
with her, unable to keep my eyes off her. How the drinks seemed
to hit me harder than I was used to. How things got so out of
focus, and I began first fondling then eating Grace out and
finally how we ended up in bed, how she virtually raped me, and
how I lost consciousness when I came. "...and that's all I
remember," I finished
"Hmm. Didn't that seem odd. You were about to go out with your
girlfriend, and yet you invited in this neighbor you hadn't
met?"
"I couldn't say no. Maybe it was because she was wearing the
same little black dress as in the dream," I explained.
"Dream? What dream, David? Listen to me," Judith interrupted, a
little more urgently this time. "You said something that may be
very important. I want you to relax and try to remember
everything you can about that dream. Everything."
"Yes, Doctor," I sighed, sinking even further into that dreamy,
fuzzy-minded state as Dr. Roth stroked my hand. Things were
becoming so clear now, memories that I hadn't recalled, but
instead of generating the anxiety they had when I first became
aware of them, when I decided to call Dr. Roth, they seemed
distant, unattached to me.
"It was Friday, the night before her visit. I seemed to wake
up, and saw Grace standing over me. She was wearing a short
sexy black dress and was touching herself. I couldn't seem to
move or speak. Then, very deliberately, she dropped the dress
and slipped into bed with me. Before I could do anything she
offered me her luscious breasts. In my dream, I was unable to
resist. I took her succulent in my mouth. Instantly her
nipples grew hard as rocks as I kissed and them."
"Go on," Judith encouraged.
"By instinct my hands found her wide firm ass and began
kneading it while she began playing with my prick! I was
getting more and more excited, about to come. I thought she was
just going to jack me off, but she just nestled my head on her
breasts and spoke softly to me, and the dream seemed to fade
away. Then it seemed to come back. She was still nursing me at
her and playing with my cock. She stopped, tranquilized
me with a kiss, and crawled on top of me."
"Effortlessly she took my prick in her hand and guided it up
inside her warm moist cunt. Slowly at first, she started to
ride up and down on my cock. She was fucking me and I was
powerless to stop her. I had never before been taken by a woman
against my will. I had never before even let a woman get on top
of me to fuck. But in this dream I seemed to have no choice.
Grace was too heavy; I hadn't the strength to get her off of me
and soon found I didn't even want her off."
"It was heavenly having her on me, being overpowered and fucked
by this big sexy woman. The pleasure was so intense, I couldn't
think. I loved what her was doing to me. My body
responded totally to hers. I was being raped, but I didn't want
it to stop. She rode my prick expertly, getting herself off
time after time. Each time she came, I felt my cock bathed in
hot rich cunny juices. I felt overpowered, helpless, violated!
She was using me to sate her own considerable lust. And every
second of it was ecstasy! Then at last she started riding me
faster. Her canter became a trot and then a gallop! She was
beginning to make me come! I felt the orgasm build and build
until at last I exploded inside her. She continued riding me,
slower now, until I was drained."
"When she felt my prick gradually go limp at last, she rolled
off me and nestled my head on her again, and spoke
softly to me until the dream seemed to fade away."
"That was very important, David. See how much you can remember
when you let me relax you?" Judith said. "Now, you've said you
don't remember what happened after she came to your house the
next day. Let's try to work on that. I want you to relax again
and try to remember more, not about the dream, now, but about
that night Grace seduced you. You knew she was an
"inappropriate" woman for you, yet you were feeling very horny.
Remember how horny you were, just like you are now. She had you
in bed. Her was going up... and down... up... and
down.... Like my hand on your cock now. It was so relaxing,
David. You closed your eyes and let her fuck you... fuck you...
to sleep..." My eyes were closed, and Judith's voice seemed to
come from far away: "Tell me what happened next."
"I vaguely recall that she woke me up several times and said it
was time for me to have more."
"That's right," she encouraged me. "She let you wake up a
little. Go on..."
"Each time," I continued, "she gave me her to suck until I
was hard again, then she got on top of me and fucked me until I
passed out from the orgasm. I seem to remember her talking to
me as she fucked me. It all seemed unreal, like the dream I had
the night before."
"So when I woke up the next morning and found her in my bed,
looking down at me and smirking, I was momentarily confused."
As I spoke, I seemed to be reliving the moment...
*****
"What are you doing here, ma'am," I blurted out.
"Can't you tell, silly boy? And don't call me 'ma'am' although
I am enough to be your mother. I've been making love to
you, so you will call me Grace, for now. Your prick spent a
couple of busy nights in and out of me, and did I give you a
romp!" she laughed.
"A couple of nights?" I said, more confused than ever. Hadn't
she just come over the afternoon before? How long had I been
out anyway?
"Last night," she said coyly, "and the night before."
"My dream!" I exclaimed. "So the dream was real!"
"The wildest of wet dreams, man," she answered, leaving
me more confused than ever.
"Of course," I mused, trying to sort it out. "But how could you
fuck me without waking me up?""Now how would I fuck an
unsuspecting man?" She smiled as if posing an academic
question "That would be easy. First I would sneak into his
bedroom and place a tranquilizer patch on his arm while he was
asleep. Next, while the drug took effect, I'd play with myself
to get good and horny and to make my wet and ready for
the action to come," she giggled. "Then I would drop my dress
and cuddle up with him. By then he would be too doped-up to
object to having a sexy woman in bed with him. I'd let him suck
my to keep him busy while I started working on his dick
until he had a nice, big boner. Then I'd climb on him and ram
that lovely stiff organ of his up inside my slippery pussy. I
would get myself off a few times and then make him inside
me until he was temporarily drained."
I was more confused than before, if possible. Was she talking
about what she could do, or had done? Last night, or the night
before? I couldn't seem to think straight.
"Sexual satiation puts a to sleep the right way," she
continued, not giving me time to sort it out. "So I could take
off the now unneeded patch. After that first orgasm, I had a
better way to keep you under control but your cock well
employed. Any time I felt you starting to get restless, I let
you suck my again. My calmed you down and stiffened
up your prick for me the way I like it. Then I put your prick
back in me and rode you to an orgasm that made you pass out
again. We had two long, hot busy nights."
"But why me?" I gasped.
"Why you?" she laughed. "Because I needed to get fucked and you
were handy," she grinned. "What better reason could a horny
woman have for sneaking into the bed of a sleeping and
making love to him all night. Look at me, David. You should be
able to tell that a woman with and hips like mine has been
used to getting lots of sex all her life. I developed early. At
thirteen I was jail bait and dying to get laid. I put the move
on my sister's 16 year boyfriend in the back seat of
his car. I told him he could play with my the way I had
seen him try to do with my timid sister. But I wasn't timid.
While he fumbled inexpertly, I unzipped his pants and worked on
his cock until he was hard. I had to show him how to put it in
me, but I got fucked three times that night and I haven't
stopped since."
"For the last thirty-five years, I've almost never spent a
night with an empty pussy," she continued, proudly. "I've had
scores of lovers putting their cocks between my legs to try to
keep me satisfied. My third husband was the best, putting it to
me several time a day! If he had told me about his heat
condition, I would have gone easier on him. But, rest his soul,
he died happy. Since then, I haven't been able to get screwed
nearly often enough. Oh, I seduced the parson who came over to
offer sympathy, and I have gone down on a couple of patients at
the hospital, but it had been too long since I had a regular
supply of prick for my cunt. I was going crazy from the dearth
of man-meat!"
"Then, a few nights ago, I caught a glimpse of you through your
bedroom window, undressing. I felt my get wet and the
revelation came. 'Look at all that hard prick right next
door and going to waste tonight!' I said to myself, ruefully.
'There is the tool that could solve your pussy's problems for
good. Seduce the owner of that baby, give him a really good
lay, and you can make him stick it up in you anytime you need
it. I got so horny lying therein bed drinking and dreaming
about holding you naked in my arms with your long prick
snaking all the way into me, I had to use my dildo to get some
relief."
"So when I saw you ogling my and ass that morning, I knew
you were my pigeon. I was sure you would be thinking about me,
fantasizing about my big tits, dreaming of my going
down on you with my big ass. All I had to do was get in bed
with you just one night and I could make you like it so much
I'd turn you into my private fucking machine! And now I have
what I need. Your hard prick is going to solve my pussy's
entire problem. And I am going to make sure you enjoy pleasing
me."
"Mrs. Archer!" I exclaimed, flabbergasted. "You can't do ...
Oh! ..."
"Hush," she said tenderly and kissed me, taking hold of my cock
and starting to massage it deliciously again. "I told you to
call me Grace, I can make you screw me any time I want to be
screwed. And since I haven't had you in me for several hours, I
want it now! I want to feel your big, pussy-pleasing prick
filling up my again. Oh look at the hard on you've got
lover. This is too much!" she laughed. "What an easy fuck you
are. What a marvelous pleaser you're going to be! Just
telling you how I seduced you last night got you horny. You
need to get laid all over again."
"Grace, stop!" I pleaded.
"Are you sure you want me to stop?" she grinned as her hand
encircled my penis. "You've got a BIG problem here. You are
showing signs of intense sexual craving, David. I diagnose this
beautiful hard on as an attack of chronic deficiency. You
need a lot more sex than you've been getting, man.
Fortunately, I can do something to alleviate your immediate
discomfort. When I see a in this condition, I prescribe a
good roll in the hay. And the treatment begins by getting you
really hot. I want you to suck my titties."
"Just go to work on my again for a few minutes until they
are hard as rocks and my is juiced up nicely. Then I'll
administer a dose of my special medicine that will give you a
short respite from your craving for sex. But I have to warn
you, there is no permanent cure for a with your problem.
You'll have to keep coming back to me again and again for
additional treatments."
The languorous power of her hand stroking my prick made further
resistance unthinkable. "Oh, Mrs. ..Oh, Grace," I moaned in
surrender as I sank into her voluptuous body. My obedient mouth
found her nipples.
"Ah...That's so nice, just the way I like it," she said
shortly, her voice thickening with lust. "You are your
Mistress's titties good, so much better when you're awake, just
like I knew you would. Yes!! I'm getting such a lovely buzz on.
I'm glad your ex-girlfriends have taught you how to play with a
woman's to make her horny and hungry for your cock. You
really do know how to work a woman's tits. You're getting me so
hot! Turning me on like a pro. Keep it up, sir! Oh, Lord, do I
want it! You've got my wet and itching for that big pecker
of yours. Oh, shit! I want it now and I want it bad!" Her voice
rose.
"You've got me hot, man, hot to fuck. And now, for
setting me on fire, you're going to get a big reward. You get
to be the whose big long fire hose gets to go into my
red-hot to extinguish the blaze. Best of all, you don't
have to do a thing. You get to lie back and let me do all the
screwing. You like it like this. From now on I will take charge
of your sex life and make you love it! It'll be so easy, David.
You like the way I fuck you. goes up...and
down...up...and down....It's so relaxing, David. You are going
to close your eyes and let me fuck you...fuck you..."
"NO, Grace," I protested. Indeed, I did love the way she was
turning me on, but I was afraid I was getting in over my head.
Then it came to me! "Grace, what are you doing? You trying to
hypnotize me!"
"I'm not just trying, darling, I'm doing it ... again. I put
you in a light trance the first time after we made love, night
before last, while you were dazed and vulnerable. Post hypnotic
suggestion made sure you would let me in last night. I hardly
needed the scopolamine I slipped into your drink while you went
for ice. I had you in a medium trance even as we talked. Now
you are going under again for me. Each time I fuck you, it's
going to get easier to put you under my control, the control
that you will come to love. Now hush, baby, and let me
continue."
"No, no," I moaned vainly.
"Very good, David. You are fighting me. I want you to fight me!
The more you struggle, the more helpless you will feel when you
succumb, when it feels too good to resist. You are getting
weak, sinking into my power. Close your eyes, David, and let me
fuck you. You're going to fall asleep in my arms, David. You
will fall into a deep sleep and when you awake, you will need
sex ever so desperately, every few hours, sex you will be able
to get only from me. You will forget all about the little
chickees you used to bring over here. You won't need or want
other women. You'll get all the sex you can handle from me!
I'll keep your prick fully occupied, David."
"No ... How?" I murmured as I felt myself fade. "I'm a nurse. I
worked for a psychiatrist and I have been trained enough in
hypnosis to handle a like you. I've got inside your mind.
After last night, I understand your desires completely. I know
your weaknesses and how to take advantage of them. I know how
to turn you on, David, whether you want to be or not. Like many
men, you have a secret desire to be dominated by a woman. With
me, you are going to get your wish."
"No, Grace, no!" I protested, but more weakly now.
"Yes, domination, my love, my poor, horny, weak baby. Now just
relax while my goes up and down on your cock and makes you
very sleepy. Forget all about last night and this morning.
Forget everything except how good it feels to let me fuck you
... fuck you ... fuck you to sleep..."
*****
"It was just like the night before," I found myself explaining
to Dr. Roth, "She rode me to a mind-blowing orgasm that made me
pass out. And that is all I remember."
"You didn't pass out just from the orgasm," Dr. Roth commented.
"What I've helped you remember her saying was correct: each
time she brought you to climax, she was putting you into a
deeper hypnotic trance, what we call 'fractionating'. Hypnosis
is the way she holds you in her power until you are thoroughly
conditioned. This sounds like a classic case of seduction and
female domination. I think Grace Archer is well on the way to
putting you in sexual bondage. Horny are particularly
vulnerable to falling under the control of a wily woman
who has kept her figure. She knows so much about pleasing men,
a guy just doesn't have a chance."
"Sexual bondage?" I quavered.
"It seems obvious from what you have told me," Dr. Roth
replied. "And from what I know about her. One more question,"
she hurried on before I could digest the implications of this
last remark, "Do you still have relations with other women?"
"No," I admitted. "At first I still thought about Sarah
occasionally, and even wanted to call her. But Grace was always
with me, and there was never an opportunity to see her. She
broke it off eventually, but it didn't matter. Now I don't have
the desire for anyone else."
"Hmmm. Not even now?" she teased. "Then you ARE totally
enslaved. Do you know why she choose you as her ...victim?"
I felt my cheeks redden. "Well, she lives next door," I said,
choosing to ignore the implications of her first question. "I
guess I was convenient."
Judith arched her eyebrows. She really did have the most
expressive eyes. "Anything else?"
"She says she likes my prick," I mumbled. In spite of my hyper-
relaxed and responsive state, I found I was still profoundly
embarrassed.
"Oh?" Judith Roth seemed to sit lean a little closer, more
intent. "What does she like about it?" she purred
insinuatingly.
"She says..," I gulped. "She says it is so long and thick. She
says she loves the way it goes deep inside her and fills her
pussy up.""Really?" Judith said with interest. "I think I
should examine this woman pleasing organ of yours ... strictly
for professional reasons, of course."
"Of course, Doctor." My mind spun. Why did she ask that? Why
did I agree? But for the life of me, I could not think of a
single reason why she should not look at my cock. Well... to
tell the truth, I couldn't seem to think at all. "Do you want
me to pull off my pants?"
"Oh, that won't be necessary, David. Just relax, and let me
take care of it. I'll just unbutton you at the waist..." she
grinned, matching action to words, "...and unzip your fly...
and pull down the trousers.... Oh my! You do look good in
shorts," she said admiringly. "A nice firm belly with strong
muscles." She trailed her fingers lightly down my abdomen. "And
you have a nice BIG bulge there between your legs where a woman
likes to see one," she smirked, as her hand moved from my lower
abdomen to my crotch again. "I can understand why Ms. Archer
was first attracted to you. Having a next door with the
kind of equipment you have would make any woman start to scheme
about getting you between her legs."
As Judith said this, she began massaging me more vigorously.
"I'll have to examine this more closely," she said as she
pulled down my shorts. "Ah, yes!" she gasped, now visibly
excited.
"She says she enjoys it," I managed to say. Judith's touch was
definitely arousing me, and making it difficult to think or
speak coherently.
"I'll bet she does!" Judith agreed. "I see you do have the
equipment to fulfill your neighbor's sexual needs. That
she-goat is actually quite fortunate. The woman, you
know, is at the height of her sexuality. She has intense
desires for sex and she needs frequent and vigorous intercourse
to keep her cravings under control. Many en her own age are
well past their sexual peak and can't give her enough sex to
satisfy her, so naturally she turns to younger for the
physical love she requires. Your youth, and strength, and size,
and vigor must please her very well."
"Oh, yes. She brays and screams uncontrollably when we have
sex," I murmured.
"Of course she does. How many times a night does she get you to
service her?"
"I don't really know," I admitted. "After the first time, I'm
in sort of a fog. She sort of half wakes me up and makes me
suck her tits. I think this gets me hard, and she rides me
again."
"Yes, of course. She is still aroused after her first orgasm,
and doesn't need any more foreplay. She just wants more of you
and another climax." Judith now began directly stroking my
penis. "Let me see how responsive you are." Within seconds her
gentle but insistent touch had given me a full erection. "Just
as I supposed," Judith said smugly. "You are aroused easily.
Why you are getting an erection right now. You are clearly an
over-sexed man, too easy to turn on for your own good.
Grace Archer makes you want it and uses your need to control
you. You are in big trouble, my friend. You can never get free
from a witch like that without help."
"Can you help me, doctor?" I begged.
"I believe I can," she answered. "But it will require a long
series of treatments. This lecherous woman has you almost
totally in her control. She has twisted your sex drive so that
you crave domination. You need to be under a woman's control in
order to have sex. Loosening the powerful grip she has on your
mind won't be easy, but I believe I can help you if you are
willing to start right away."
"Please do, doctor," I begged her. "Will the treatments be
difficult?"
"It will take time," Judith asserted. "but I will succeed if
you'll just let me have my way with you." I paid no attention
to that phrase
"But will the treatment be painful?" I asked in trepidation.
"Oh, no! In fact, I'll see to it that you will enjoy them very
much. Just close your eyes and relax. This doesn't hurt, does
it?" she asked and began to work my prick still more
vigorously.
"Ahhh...no, doctor," I moaned. "In fact it feels wonderful ...
but ... you are making me feel so ... so horny. If you keep at
up, you will make me ... want .... Well, I won't be able to
control myself. I'm starting to want to be fucked. You're
making me want to fuck you, just like she does ... but you're
my *doctor*...What will I *do*?"
"Don't worry, David. It happens fairly frequently to who
come to see me. A lies there on that couch and looks up at
my breasts, or peeks up under my skirt, and it is natural for
him to start becoming aroused. It is dark in here and he knows
he is alone with me. He feels weak and vulnerable. He knows how
easily I could seduce him and no one would know. He begins to
fantasize about my taking advantage of him."
"Many men, in fact, get turned on just thinking about having a
powerful, sexy woman like their doctor make them have sex. It's
easy to see when a wants to be seduced. If he's cute, and
looks like he has the right stuff to make it fun for me, too,
then I provoke him until he's panting with lust. Then before he
knows what has happened, I hike up my skirt, climb on him, and
give him some relief. Of course, I usually have to charge
double for sessions in which I provide such 'special' service,"
she grinned. "Many come to me for no other reason. They
enjoy having a masterful woman put them down and fuck them
silly."
"In your case, however, turning you on is actually the
beginning of your therapy," Judith asserted. Then she stood
up. "I want you to watch me carefully while I strip," she
instructed, removing her jacket and beginning to unfasten
her blouse. "Seeing me in bra and will arouse you
intensely, David. You are going to become very excited, and
then I am going to screw you ... really good. Having
intercourse with me is the beginning of your treatment."
"But Doctor," I protested weakly. "This is just what Grace
does to make me fuck her!"
"Of course she does," she replied. "All woman do the same
things to when we want them to fuck them. There haven't
been any new ways of turning a on invented recently," she
chuckled, as she finished opening her blouse and pulled it free
of the waistband of her skirt.
"But why do you have to fuck me?" I pleaded.
"To free you from Grace's shackles," Judith explained, "I must
take stronger control of your mind than she has." She slipped
off her blouse and draped it languidly over the chair. My eyes
were riveted to her voluptuous figure. "I will put you in a
hypnotic trance that will make you do anything I say."
"I won't let you do that, Doctor," I objected.
"Yes, you will, David. I am going to use a drug on you that
will destroy your mind's defenses against my control, and so
permit me to help you. It is a powerful drug that will put you
to sleep, into a deep sleep," she explained as she loosened her
skirt and let it fall to the floor. She paused and struck a
pose, her thumbs thrust under the waist band of her panties.
"Shall I start giving you your medicine?" she asked, coyly.
"I don't know, doctor," I gasped. I seemed to have some trouble
breathing while looking at her. "Is it a new and dangerous
drug?"
"Oh, new it is not," Judith laughed. "Women have been using it
to make succumb for eons. It is dangerous, however.
know and fear its power." As she spoke, she slowly drew her
panties down and stepped out of them. "It is a drug which can
become a habit, a drug that can make a a slave to the woman
who gives it to him." She moved nearer to the couch, swaying in
rhythm to her voice, which had become a low sing-song chant.
"But when a woman offers a a dose, he can't help taking it.
Men let women drug them because they enjoy too much the way we
administer it," she grinned as she crawled on top of me.
"We give you the drug with our pussies, David," she intoned
slowly, sensuously and rhythmically. "We secrete a mind
controlling hormone from between our legs. It seeps in through
your penis when it penetrates into my cunt," she continued as
she slid my prick into her pussy. "It gets into your blood and
flows to your brain," she whispered and began to ride me. "It
makes you do what I say. You *like* this drug, David. You will
come back for it again and again. When I finish making love to
you, you will want me more than you want Grace Archer."
A suspicion began to creep into my befuddled mind. "But then
I'll still be in bondage, only to you rather than her?"
"That's her problem," Judith dismissed my question, without
changing the tone or cadence of her voice. "Soon you will
hardly remember her name, but *I* will have a hard-dicked
lover. After all, I am a woman just like Grace. I, too,
have a voracious sexual appetite, which nice prick can
help satisfy."
"But Doctor," I whispered in feeble protest "You...tricked...
me!"
"'All's fair in love and war,' my pet, and this is both.
Besides, I don't believe you are so sorry I tricked you. Look
at the shape of the woman you're going to be getting," she
continued, caressing her ample curves as she rocked back and
forth on top of me to the primeval beat.
"From the moment you came in I could see you were weak and
vulnerable, but scrumptious, an ideal target for a dominant
woman. It was only a matter of time before one found you. Some
are truly evil; Grace is not the worst. But don't worry, my
darling. I'm going to take good care of my big boy. One of
those bad women could you if doesn't protect you.
But from now on this beautiful prick of yours will be safe with
me. I have a soft warm place in me to keep you safe and happy.
Starting now, you'll be MY big boy!"
Judith totally dominated my sensory universe. I could see only
her, hear only her voice, feel only her body astride mine, her
pussy devouring my cock. "You will loose desire for your
neighbor, for any other woman, David. From now on you fuck only
me ... only me..." She began riding me faster, more insistently.
"No other woman can make you come, David. Your orgasm belongs
to Me! Surrender, darling, surrender it to ME!"
I must have had a huge smile on my face when I erupted inside
her and sank into that soft dark world of nothingness.
To be continued in Chapter 3: All My problems Solved?
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Homer Vargas
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