Daniel’s Dilemma
Chapter One
Breda Linden was, at forty two, an accomplished psychiatrist, practising her profession with an equally qualified partner Simon Baines, also forty two by coincidence, from offices on the third floor of the prestigious Thames Building in the city centre. They called their practice simply Baines Linden. As it was, they were partners in a professional capacity only. Breda had been happily married to Gordon for almost twenty years, which had produced a son Steven, now eighteen and at college studying law. Breda stood at five feet six inches tall, with a stunning figure carrying thirty six “C” breasts which stood firm courtesy of a little cosmetic enhancement around ten years earlier. Nice arse and legs, yes she knew she still turned heads, although in the facial looks department she’d gathered some years earlier that, well just maybe, she teetered on just above average. Her brunette hair always styled in a tight bob, though, she was content in herself in the personal presentation department. Simon, by the way, was gay, and lived with Peter and their pet poodle Princess. Today was Wednesday, and nearly finishing time. Just the one further patient, a referral from Doctor Jessica Braun, who’d seemed somewhat anxious on the phone when speaking with Breda direct to arrange the first consultation here. Yes, very anxious, actually, but despite Breda enquiring as to why, Jessica Braun was most reluctant to expand in any way. Daniel Morgan his name. Twenty five years of age he was, and as always had proved his identity and age with suitable documentation submitted to his doctor who had, in turn, passed this on to Breda’s PA Patricia, or Patti as she liked to be known. Patti was only twenty one, but had qualified top of her class at secretarial college, and had proved that such a placing was more than warranted given her performance in the six months she’d been with Baines Linden. So, just Daniel to see, for a thirty minute initial consultation, and Breda might just get away in good time today. The intercom went off. It was Patti. “Daniel Morgan is here to see you Doctor,” she said. “Send him in Patti,” was the response.
The door to Breda’s spacious office opened, and in walked Daniel. Breda was immediately struck by how handsome he was, standing at about six feet two inches with broad shoulders, in fact very well-proportioned indeed. She had to tell herself not to be drawn to him, mindful of just that one occasion, what was it, five years earlier, when she had been propositioned by an equally good looking patient at a time in her marriage where she just might have been persuaded, but instead drew on all her professional fortitude to withstand what was obviously a mutual attraction then. Was it the same here, she thought, but no, this young man was, well, so much younger than her this time around. She got up from behind her desk and walked towards him, hand extended for a shake, and they shook hands. “Good afternoon Daniel. I am, as you know, Doctor Linden. Take a seat,” she said as she gestured to an armchair on one side of the room facing the desk a few feet from another one facing it, which Breda took, clipboard and pen in hand. “You can take your jacket off if you prefer, Daniel,” she suggested, noticing how casually smart he was in jeans and T-shirt below a warm blue jacket. “No thank you doctor. I’m fine”. “Well, what exactly is it you think I might be able to assist you with today?” She asked. “I feel like I’m losing my mind, doctor. It’s been about three years now. Since the incident at Green Gables, that retreat just outside the west end. Do you know it? Waltham Forest?” “Yes, I do, Daniel. What happened?” “Well, I went for a walk in the forest and came across like this headstone, partially buried in the ground. It was off the track, so not obvious unless you left it right there. And it was almost covered by bushes and fallen leaves”. “And?” Breda enquired. “Well as I started brushing the leaves away to read what was, like, carved into it, I felt this strange shock as I touched it. In fact, it actually threw me back. It was like, er, electrical almost. And hurt. My head started aching and my nose started bleeding. In fact I think I passed out for a few minutes”. “Did you seek medical attention?” She asked. “No. No. I felt ok as I got up. My hand, the one that had brushed the stone, tingled a bit. And the nose bleed had stopped. But no, I didn’t actually tell anyone. Well, not until I saw the doctor. Doc Braun”. “But that was only recently Daniel. You said this incident occurred three years ago”. “Yes. Three years. And whilst, well, I got used to it. And it’s been fun. And got me a lot of money, actually. I’m beginning to worry about what I’ve become, though. I can’t sleep at night now. The power is making me feel ill most of the time now. Not just in my head, but I occasionally vomit. And my stomach gets upset. I can spend ages sitting on the toilet”. “Power, Daniel? What power?” Breda asked, confused by the choice of word. “That people do exactly what I tell them to do. Anything. They just do it without questioning. Without arguing. At first I thought it was people just being sort of nice. Then I started, well, testing it. Getting people to do things that they just wouldn’t do, you know, like just do the weirdest things if I just told them to”. “I don’t understand, Daniel. People just do anything you tell them to? Anything? Like what, exactly?” Breda asked, already more intrigued than she’d ever been with a patient during a first consultation. “Well, I can remember when I realised it exactly, as it became obvious. I was having a conversation with a complete stranger. A woman. About my age. We were laughing. And as we were about to part I said you have such beautiful lips, let me kiss them. And she did. On the lips it was, as I’d said, and pushing her tongue into my mouth she did”. “I’m sorry Daniel, but maybe she just fancied you. You are a good looking man”. “No, it wasn’t just that. But what I learned was it was the way I said it. Like I wasn’t sort of asking, but telling. It was really weird. I was with my parents once and they were having, like a slanging match, and I just shouted for fuck sake just shut up. And they did. They just shut up”. “But Daniel, that doesn’t mean what you’re saying it means does it? People do exactly what you tell them to do?” “But I then said to ’em just be nice to each other, and they were. Really nice to each other. Not just then, but I haven’t heard them row since then either”. “I’m sorry Daniel, but I’m not quite sure it’s really as you’re seeing it. I think…..” Breda was about to continue when Daniel exclaimed “No! It is what I say. Look. I started telling complete strangers to go to the ATM with me and withdraw cash for me. And they did. They just gave it to me because I told them to”. Taken aback by that revelation, Breda had to ask “And anything else?” “Yes. Lots. Look. I’ve got women to suck me off anywhere and at any time. I’ve fucked complete strangers in their homes. I’ve got husband’s to encourage me to fuck their wives and daughters in front of them. It was the most exciting thing that could happen to anyone, but it’s now making me unwell. The headaches are constant. I’ve shit in my pants twice this past month because my stomach has felt so bad. Look. I could make you shit in that waste bin of yours there. If I told you to, you would, but the stomach would get worse. I need help Doc. I really need help. Please help me”. “Daniel. I’m sorry. But first things first now. We’ll need to run some tests. I’ll book you in for a brain MRI and we’ll take it from there. We need to find out as soon as we can if there are any anomalies there”. “Take your blouse off and show me your tits,” he said, and as Breda began unbuttoning her blouse without hesitation she said “I’m not sure if showing you my breasts is the way forward here Daniel,” and having unbuttoned it completely, whilst in the process of then taking it off she added “It is possible that there’s some neurological issue here, which we’ll need to……” “Stop talking,” he said, preventing her from finishing as she did as he’d told her; stopped talking. “Remove the bra and fondle them. The tits. Pull on the nipples. Make them hard for me,” and she did. Looking at him with no particular concern in her eyes she gently massaged the surgically enhanced breasts she was so proud of, pulling on the nipples to harden them. “Tell me you like playing with your tits for me Doc. And smile”. “I like playing with my tits for you Daniel,” she said with a smile. “We need arrange the brain scan for you as soon as we can though,” she added as she still kneaded with her hands whilst smiling, just as she’d been told to. “Stop that now,” he said. “Stand up and remove your panties”. And she did. Once up, she lifted her skirt up and pulled down the black underwear there. No pantyhose to restrict their swift removal. Just a pulling down, stepping out of and then left on the floor they were. “Go and call Patti in,” he told her and she turned towards the desk. “Are there any days next week when you’ll be unable to attend the clinic for the scan,” she asked him, and before waiting for an answer she spoke into the intercom, “Patti, can you come in please, thank you”. “Sit down again,” he told her, and she did, picking up her clipboard and pen she had put down to start unbuttoning the blouse. “Put that down. You won’t need it,” he told her. “Pull your skirt up a bit and open your legs”. She put the clipboard and pen down and then did exactly as she’d been told. Legs now apart, with an almost completely shaven mound exposed at the top of them she said “What days next week, Daniel, can’t you have the scan? We must get it scheduled urgently”. With that, a knock at the door followed by Patti entering brought a subdued gasp from the PA’s mouth. Daniel turned towards her. Nonchalantly, but with some authority he said “Patti, get down on your knees in front of Breda here, and lick her clit for me”. Without hesitation, Patti moved towards Breda sitting where she was, legs apart exposing that usually very private area at the top of them. Patti was now focussing directly on the lips partially covering where she was going to put her tongue. Once down on her knees she rested the palms of her hands on Brenda’s thighs and pushed her tongue towards the top of those lips for an initial lick there before proceeding to then lick up through them, three, maybe four times to part them before concentrating only on the clit. Licking, prodding, kissing and sucking it, Patti seemed to know exactly what was necessary to deliver pleasure down there. “Enjoy it Breda. I can call you Breda, can’t I Doc?” he told her rather than asked her. “Yes, Daniel, you can,” she replied. “Play with those tits again, Breda, whilst Patti has her tongue between your legs. Pull hard on the nipples. Squeeze ’em,” he directed her, and she willingly complied. With another woman down there knowing exactly what was necessary to please, and massaging her tits in just the way she liked too, meant Breda was well on her way to coming when Daniel almost shouted at them “Stop! Both of you stop”. And they did. “Patti, go back to your desk,” he told her, and as she rose he said “Patti”. “Yes, Daniel,” she responded, looking at him. “Once you’re at your desk you’ll remember what happened just now as a fantasy you’ve been having about Brenda here, nothing else. It wasn’t real, ok?” “Ok,” she responded, and left the room.
“Now, Doc. Can you help me?” He asked. “What happened, Daniel? How did you do that? How the fucking hell did you do that?” Breda then asked, having reflected on what had just happened, knowing she’d been conscious of it all the time, but also now knowing she’d been so willing to do as this patient had told her, without hesitation or challenge. “I’m calling the Police,” she threatened as she began to stand up. “Sit down, and listen,” he told her. And so she did. “I tried to tell you, didn’t I? Normally I tell whoever I’ve got to do things like that to immediately forget it, but you needed to know what you’d done, because I’d told you to do it. Now do you understand?” In her fifteen years in practise, Breda had never known such fear with a patient as she was experiencing right now. A pulse rate surely exceeding one hundred and twenty, and maybe one hundred and forty. Her stomach churning at the image in her mind of young Patti’s head between her legs, and her own hands on her breasts, massaging them. And enjoying it. Whatever pleasure she had been feeling, though, it had given way now to abject fear. Right then she just wanted to be violently sick. “Please, Daniel. Please. What was that? Tell me what that was. It just seemed ok. Normal even. What I was doing, what you were telling me to do was like I wanted to do it. I’m frightened Daniel. Really frightened. Tell me what this is, please”. “The best I can do without erasing it from your memory, Doc, is to tell you not to be frightened. So, you’re not frightened, ok?” “Ok. I’m not frightened. I’m not actually frightened now. I’m really not,” she looked to assure him and he told her “You’ve got to treat what happened as proof of what I was telling you, like you needed to do it to prove what I was telling you was real. Ok?” “Ok. I see. A sort of experiment, a test?” “Yes. An experiment. It was an ok experiment”. “But Daniel, we need to have that scan done, ok?” “Yes, fine Doc. Any day next week is fine. Just let me know when. I need to know if this is going to kill me. I’ve got to.” “Ok, Daniel. Leave it with me. Maybe if you left now, and I’ll get Patti to call you when the scan is scheduled?” “Yes doc,” Daniel agreed as he rose and walked towards the door before turning. “I guess you’d better put your bra and blouse back on, Doc,” he said with a smile. “I was going to Daniel. I was,” she responded. As the door closed, Breda lifted the receiver on the desk landline and dialled. “Yes, the police please. Doctor”. She waited just a few seconds before continuing, “Breda Linden. Yes, thank you. Officer? Please help me”.