The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Erin had not been herself for the past two weeks. She seemed jittery and pre-occupied. And good friend that she was, Charlotte had noticed. So she suggested a late lunch with Margaritas as the main course.

Holding off until Erin was well into her second, Charlotte leaned in and said, “Something’s really eating at you; what’s up?”

Erin deflected, “Nothing, why, what’re you talking about?”

Charlotte sat back, “We’ve been friends for too long. Drain that, I’ll get us another, you can take a big swallow and by then you’ll be lubricated enough to spill it.”

The drink came; Erin did as instructed.

“Fess up,” Charlotte said. “Trouble with Richard? Your Mom? The Kids? Money?”

Erin leaned forward and put her head in her hands. “I can’t.”

Charlotte put her hands around Erin’s. “You can’t keep this in; it’s wearing you down.”

Erin put her lips against Charlotte’s fingers. A deep breath and then, “Don’t laugh or yell, but I can’t explain it. I—I—I can’t stop thinking about getting fucked in the ass.”

Charlotte did her best not to flinch or choke. “OK, not what I was expecting. And I’m not really equipped right now to help you out with that right now. What brought this on?”

Erin looked left and right. She leaned in and whispered, “I was messing around on the net and saw a link to an article about why anal is preferred by some folks. I read it, and I got a little tingly, so I looked up a couple more and by the time I was through I had gone to the porn sites for videos of girls and trannies getting it. And now two or three times a day I’m going back to the videos and then getting my vibrator and lubing it and probing around.”

“Uhh, just probing?” was all Charlotte could manage.

“Yeah, I’m afraid to go too far in and then get stuck—you know, the Richard Gere and the Gerbil scenario,” she giggled.

“That would be a problem,” Charlotte giggled back. “Have you talked to Richard about it—your Richard, not, you know, the other one?”

“Oh Good Christ no,” Erin breathed. “He would have a stroke. He used to go down on me some, but then work, kids, middle-age, and all that crap.”

Erin paused and looked up, “Uhh—you and Charles?”

Charlotte smiled, “What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, sweetie.”

Erin grinned back, “Oh yeah, y’all used to go out there from time to time.”

“Not for that, silly, we can do it—well, not that, but “it” anywhere and when we can find the time. Emphasis on the when these days. Vegas was friends from my days in Hawaii, where I met Charles. But why are you so worked up?”

Erin took another big drink. “I can’t be looking at porn all day and then running to the bathroom.”

Charlotte laughed, “Why not? No kids at home.”

“Sure, but what happens when plastic is not enough and I want the real thing, and then I get hooked on that.”

Charlotte got serious, “This is just an obsession and it’s scared you a bit ’cause you’ve always been a good little girl. But it’s not like you’re thinking of doing heroin. You should go see a counselor—talk it out.”

Erin sighed, “Maybe—I don’t know—it can’t the worst thing they’ve ever heard.” She perked up, “And it’s a bit out of the ‘my husband doesn’t understand me” schtick they always get; so will you go with me?”

“Well, they won’t talk to me since it’s not my—or ‘our’ problem—, but sure, I’ll make sure you get through the door and wait outside,” Charlotte replied. “But listen, that’s three of Enrique’s best you’ve tossed back, no way you are OK to drive.”

“Not in the slightest,” Erin giggled.

“Thought so—I’ll drive you home and you take a nap. I’ll come get you after my errands and bring you back to pick up your car.”

Fifteen minutes later, as Erin was making her way up her driveway, Charlotte watched to make sure she got inside without falling. She found herself focusing on Erin’s ass as it swayed, a little from the Tequila and a little because she has a cute ass. ‘Who would have thought,’ she thought, chuckling slightly. And as she does, she feels a tingle in her own ass as she squeezes down a bit and another thought creeps in. ‘Charles has never asked for it, yeah he fingers me there some like I do him, but—there were those gaps in time when we were with Matt and his friends—but I would have known—yeah, I would have known.’

And later that evening as she’s showering after her bike ride, her hand lingers and strokes her cunt longer than usual and as she strokes, her long finger slides in and out of her ass. As she shivers more and more, she suddenly breaks contact when Charles yells that he’s home.

Mid-morning the cell phone buzzes. Erin’s face is on the screen. Charlotte swipes and says,” Well? Are we better today?”

“Somewhat,” Erin replies. “But I found a counselor. You know over on Second where they converted that group of houses into professional business offices?”

“Sure,” said Charlotte. “I closed the sale on four of them.”

“Well, I swung by there on the way back this morning and there’s a psychologist office. I looked him up and one of the things he advertises is obsessive-compulsive type stuff.”

She paused.

A few seconds later, Charlotte said softly, “And…..”

Erin was breathless, “So I called and I can see him at four—will you go with me—I can’t do it alone.”

Charlotte hesitated, “Ahhhhhhh.”

Erin was insistent, “Please, I’ve got to figure this out and you can keep me from backing out. Drinks on me afterwards. Charles in on the road again, right? So what else do you have to do tonight.”

“Well, you’ve got me, he’s back off to Spokane” Charlotte admitted. “So I can’t plead wifely obligations. I’ll see you there.”

“No,” Erin insisted. “Come get me; drag me if you have to.”

“OK—3:45,” Charlotte agreed.

Charlotte pulled into the parking space in front of the office. “Looks like we’re the only car here, so that’s a good thing. No need to have to explain this to someone we know.”

“Yep,” said Erin. “Let’s get inside quickly.”

“Agreed,” Charlotte replied.

A quick walk up the step, and they were through the door. The waiting room was cozy and comfortable; a young man at a desk at the far end. He stood as they entered.

“Good afternoon. May I help you?”

Erin hesitated. Charlotte filled the gap, “My friend has an appointment at four.” She placed her hand on Erin’s back and pushed her forward slightly.

“Ah yes, Mrs. Conner is it? We need to do a little paperwork and then the Doctor will see you. He’s free now, so as soon as you’re done, you can go right in.”

Erin nodded and stammered a bit as she took the clip board.

“No need to be nervous, ma’am. Everyone is at first, but the Doctor is really, really good at putting you at ease and then just listening. So please relax. We’re here to help. There’s a little bit of personal information and then a general statement of the issue you’re here for. The Doctor will discuss it in more detail and in private.”

A few moments later Erin handed back the forms and sat right next to Charlotte on the couch. She took Charlotte’s hands and sat quietly. The Assistant left and took the forms into the office. A few moments later he returned and offered water or tea.

“Water would be nice,” Erin said. Charlotte opted for tea.

A few moments later, the office door opened and Dr. Ward came out.

“Ladies, Richard Ward,” he said smiling. “So who’s my victim?”

Erin stammered, “Victim?”

“An ice-breaker,” Dr. Ward replied. “No offense meant.” He was 40’ish, fit, his smile was warm, his eyes a very soft brown. His whole appearance was calming.

Erin giggled, “Oh—sorry. I should have known.”

“Let’s go inside and see how we can help. Bring your water, if you’d like,” he said handing her the glass. He then turned to Charlotte and making eye contact, paused for a moment and said, “I think you would be more comfortable over here in this chair; would you like some more tea?”

Charlotte was held by his eyes for another moment. “Sure, thanks, some more would be nice. It’s very pleasant.”

“A special blend,” he replied. “Helps with the anxiety of sitting in a shrink’s office.”

Charlotte pulled her E-reader out as she watched Erin go into the office. A little wave, a smile, a thumbs up and she was gone.

After a while Charlotte decided she did not want to read any more. There was a little speaker on the table beside and the music was pleasant. The receptionist—Stephen—had brought her some more tea. The lights were low, and so she just drifted.

Suddenly, there was a tug on her sleeve. Charlotte looked up and there was Erin. She had this dreamy look on her face. “OK, sleepy head, let’s go,” she whispered.

Charlotte shook herself awake. Looking around, she saw Dr. Ward behind Erin, his hands on her shoulders. As she got up, she saw it was dark outside.

“Did y’all run long?” she asked.

Erin murmured, “Yeah, I guess so.”

“I had the next hour free so we used some of the extra time to go a little deeper, right Erin?” Dr. Ward said. “It was a good discussion; we both learned a lot.”

“Uhhh, yeah—we did.” Erin sort of sighed. “If you submit fully and trust the Doctor, you can learn a lot.” She leaned back slightly and settled against the Doctor’s chest.

Charlotte was still a little spacy, “That’s nice; are you ready to go?”

“I think so,” she said. Looking over her shoulder, she asked, “Am I OK to go? Do we need to do more?”

“No,“ he said gently, releasing his hands. “You’re fine now. All awake and aware. You can head on home.”

“Do I need to come back?” she said wistfully as she turned to look up at him.

“Only if the need presents itself and there is something you want to submit to me. I think you have a good understanding of what’s been bothering you,” Doctor Ward said softly.

Watching more clearly now, Charlotte felt a little shudder down her spine when the Doctor said “submit”. As she looked from Erin to him and back and then to him again, she stopped as his eyes caught hers.

“So Charlotte, you can see how relaxed and at peace your friend is. Is there something you would like to submit to me that’s troubling you?”

The shudder returned—twice. She could not look away.

There was a tug on her sleeve. “Charlotte? Hey, Charlotte. Let’s go. We said we’d go to Enrique’s and I need to stop and get something on the way?” Erin was more animated now. Charlotte noted for the first time how flushed Erin’s cheeks were, as was the area between her breasts.

Turning back to the Doctor, she paused as she tried to collect her thoughts while looking at his eyes again. “Something to uhhh submit to you? I-I-I’m not sure. Uhh maybe. I don’t know,” she stammered.

Taking her hand in both of his, Doctor Ward leaned in, “Just let me know when you’d like to submit yourself for some analysis. You’ll find it beneficial.”

He continued, “You can call me anytime. Here’s my number, say it with me so you remember—916-555-1269.”

She repeated it slowly.

“One more time, more slowly”, he instructed.

As she did, she felt a quiver deep in her abdomen. ‘Shit on a stick,’ she thought. ‘I’m married, and my knees are going weak because this guy has such delicious brown eyes and I’m getting his number.’ And then that thought pissed her off even more.

Feeling the change, the Doctor held on to her hand. “I think you will find the more you think about it, it’s something you are compelled to do. “Compulsions are not bad things and you feel so much better when you act on them,“ he said firmly.

“Seriously, the more you fight a compulsion that makes sense and is necessary, then the more it occupies every thought you have until you agree to submit.”

Erin was waiting by the door; but Charlotte was captured by the emphasized words. They seemed to come from his eyes to hers and on into her mind.

“You do understand this?” he asked.

It was hard to catch her breath, but she got it out, “Yes, I—I—I do.”

His hand slid off hers—like a cock pulling out of her cunt, she thought. She shivered.

“Charlotte?” Erin’s voice broke in. “We’ve taken enough of the Doctor’s time. Let’s go.”

“OK, yeah,” Charlotte said. Erin walked ahead of her and through the door, leaving it open. Charlotte caught the door as it swung and as she pulled it behind her she looked back. The Doctor was still standing, watching, his arms folded and a small smile on his face. She felt a flush from being caught looking back and hurried out. She stopped on the porch to catch her breath.

Erin was by the car. “Hey, let’s go,” she demanded.

“I’m coming,” insisted Charlotte, as she got in.

Erin looked at her. “Really? You’re not even breathing hard,” she giggled.

As they got on the road, Erin asked, “Would you pull into the Conoco? I need to get some cigarettes.”

“Erin, we quit five years ago,” Charlotte was stern. “What’s going on?”

“It’s an impulse; what can I say,” Erin grinned. “Indulge me; what’s the harm?”

They drove in silence; Charlotte confused and Erin humming softly. Thinking what the hell, Charlotte pulled in. As Erin hopped out, she looked and said, “120s Light, right?”

“Don’t you dare,” Charlotte yelled.

Erin was back in a moment, sack in hand. “Don’t even think of it in the car,” Charlotte glared.

“Not a chance. I’m impulsive, but not stupid,” Erin replied giggling more. “Look, let’s skip Enrique’s and go to your house. Richard is on the couch watching the playoffs or something. We can be alone at your place, Charles is out, right?”

“Yeah—due back tomorrow. So, OK, but not in the car; not in the house,” Charlotte fumed.

As they drove, Erin opened the pack and pulled one out. She fondled and stroked it; bringing up to her lips coyly. She sighed, “I don’t know, you know. After spending time with him, I just feel like giving in to some urges. I mean what’s wrong with that?”

Charlotte muttered, “Well, for starters you’re letting them control you.”

“Oh, Charlotte, loosen up.” Erin lowered her voice, “Don’t you ever have the urge to submit to someone, just to give in and submit to me, indulge me, help me explore, help me be sensual?” She leaned over and purred as she said it.

The word “submit” washed over Charlotte. She shuddered and gripped the wheel tighter.

Erin slid back and kept playing with the cigarette, stroking it like it was a cock.

A moment later they were in the garage, and then the kitchen.

Erin turned and put her arms around Charlotte. She leaned and whispered in her ear, “We need to do this; I need for you to submit and fuck me—in the ass—please submit to me.”

An even bigger chill ran down Charlotte’s spine. Erin’s breath was warm in her ear.

Charlotte pulled back, “You want me to fuck you here?”

“Yes, dammit. Go get your toy and some oil. I’ll be on the porch—outside like you require. Don’t make me wait.” Erin was more demanding. “I need you to do this.”

Charlotte pulled back further. Staring for a moment, she just nodded, and sort of staggered back to her bedroom, pulling the box out from the scarf drawer, all the while thinking ‘what is this’ and feeling the lust start to rise.

Erin was outside with the Ambhar. She had lit a candle and a cigarette and was exhaling a plume of smoke.

She sighed, looking at her hand, “I’ve missed this.” She pulled another from the pack, handed it to Charlotte who lit it without hesitation.

Laying her head back and blowing upwards, “Me too; but I can’t believe you seduced me to do this. You’ve always been the good girl.”

“What’s wrong with submitting to a desire—a fantasy—if you submit, you don’t have to fight so hard.”

Every time Erin said ‘submit’, Charlotte felt a wave wash over her. She could hear the Doctor’s voice and almost feel his presence. It was compelling. She took a deep inhale and felt the nicotine start to numb her.

Erin poured a shot for them. “Two shots, finish the cigarettes, and then to business. The shots for courage, the cigarettes because only bad girls smoke, and then to deflower this virgin ass. Agreed?”

Charlotte’s head was swimming. She felt like she was being pulled by a current. And then she thought, ‘don’t fight it, don’t think about it, just submit to the urge.’

Something clicked inside her. Somehow she knew what to do and how to do it. She would make Erin cum so hard she wouldn’t be able to speak.

She tossed the shot and then stood up, looking down at Erin. Another deep inhale. She leaned over and exhaled in Erin’s face. “I only need one shot, and so do you. Get up and go inside.”

Erin gasped. “Yes ma’am,” She said, as she followed Charlotte into the house.

Walking through the kitchen, Charlotte paused, pulled a chair from the table, put the dildo and the lube down and then pulled Erin to her. A deep French kiss left Erin breathless. Charlotte grabbed her pony tail and pulled Erin’s head back. As Erin watched, Charlotte undid her pants with her free hand and pulled her panties down.

“Both hands on the table, bend over and do what I say.” She turned Erin around.

Erin grunted and positioned herself as directed.

Charlotte leaned over Erin’s back, tongued her ear and then with her knee spread Erin’s legs apart.

“Because you’re my best friend, we’ll take this slow. Just remember, you wanted this.”

“Yes, please” Erin panted. “The Doctor said if I asked you to submit to me, you would.”

A deeper shudder washed through Charlotte again. ‘She wants to be fucked—she’s begging to be fucked—’ she thought.

Holding Erin’s neck with one hand, she took the other and after massaging Erin’s cunt, inserted three fingers as far was she could. Pulling them out slowly she began massaging Erin’s ass, gently poking and circling. Erin squirmed and moaned.

“So the trick is to get you relaxed and receptive and then widen you up to where you can take this toy all the way. Understood?”

“Yes,” Erin panted.

Still holding Erin down, Charlotte opened the lube with one hand and applied it to the squirming ass, probing and penetrating a little further with each pass. She kept it up to where she could put a second finger in and then got the dildo.

“We go slow, sweetie,” she said. “A little gentle pressure and then back; a little further and then back; and again; and again. Don’t push—let me do the work.”

Erin moaned.

Slowly she worked the dildo—a quarter inch and back, a half and back, add more lube and go deeper.

Soon, she was all the way in. Erin was moaning louder and starting to rock with the dildo.

Charlotte leaned over and whispered in her ear, “I’m all the way in now; you got what you wanted; and now we’re going to fuck. Moan or scream all you want; I’m going to make you cum so hard you see stars. And when we’re done, you’re going to agree that no one—not Richard, not no one—can make you cum like I can.”

She took her hand off Erin’s neck and slid it down to her cunt and began the slow steady strokes that would lead to Erin’s climax. For a brief second she hesitated, but the desire to subjugate Erin was overwhelming as was an even briefer flash of her submitting her own ass to someone else to fuck.

But it was gone in instant as her lust surged and her hands responded Erin’s rising passion, stopping only when Erin began gasping that she was cuming-cuming-cuming. Erin slid back off the table and collapsed on the floor.

Charlotte went around to the den retrieving a comforter and draping it over Erin, before going back to the patio. She didn’t bother with a glass; she just grabbed the bottle and took a long swallow. Lighting a cigarette, she exhaled so hard the smoke swirled around her feet. Another pull from the bottle and she slumped into a chair.

‘What the fuck was that?’ she thought. ‘I did some wild stuff when I was in Hawaii before Charles, and I turned him into a hell of a lover. I can’t remember 10% of the time we spent with Brett in Vegas, but the suitcases always reeked of sex when we got home. But where the fuck did that come from? What switch did that Asshole flip? And damn, what did he do to her?’

One last pull from the bottle and then back inside to make sure Erin was still breathing.

She was flat on her back, staring at the ceiling. She looked at Charlotte and slowly focused. “You were right,” she said, “I saw stars.” She rolled over and slowly got up, clutching the comforter around her. “Where’s the bottle?” she asked.

“The table,” Charlotte pointed.

Erin took a swig. “Where are the cigarettes?” she sighed.

“Not in the house, dummy,” Charlotte admonished. “Pull your pants up and go outside.” Erin came back a few moments later.

She glanced around nervously. “I guess I should go, huh?”

“I guess you should go and take a shower first. Richard may be up to his ears in the Packers, but he will smell the cunt juice on you the moment you hit the door.”

“Yeah,” Erin giggled. “I am pretty slippery.” Charlotte watched her wander down the hall, and went to the den to wait. She was still trying to keep her mind in neutral when Erin came back.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Erin asked.

“No,” Charlotte snapped. “And neither do you.”

Taken aback, Erin stammered, “Well—I—it—you know, I’ve never seen that side of you. You were always firm with the kids you know, but I figured that was your Dad’s influence and all, but damn Charlotte, you totally dominated me. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t think, and I’ve never cum that hard ever, ever!”

“It was a moment, that’s all. That fucking Doctor released your inhibitions and you wanted to try something new. It was just a moment. Work it out with Richard; I’m not interested in an affair on the side.”

“Gee Charlotte, you’re my best friend; let’s let this settle out. Maybe go talk to the Doctor again.”

“Oh, I plan to. I definitely plan to do that. In the meantime, if you want it in the ass again, go to Suzie’s and get some lube and a dildo—but get one with a tail, I don’t want to be taking you to the ER.”

Erin flinched and started to tear up. “Come here,” Charlotte softened pulling her close. “OK, look, that was incredible. You could have lit up the entire neighborhood with your release.” She lifted Erin’s chin and kissed her hard, probing her several times with her tongue. “We’re fine; really we are,” she said releasing her. “One more thing though—mouthwash before you get home.”

Charlotte let the shower beat on her while she tried to sort it out. Erin’s erotic obsession aside, no way she would have done that on her own. So how did that Asshole get inside her head? OK, so he’s a headshrinker, but this was beyond the pale. But she realized she could not go back there alone. Charles was due back from Spokane tomorrow; they’d go confront the good Doctor on Friday.

Charles was in his hotel room, flat on his back with his legs up in the air as Dawn was slowly inserting her firm cock into Charles’ well-lubed ass—a cock he had made firm by caressing it with his lips and tongue. Charles was vaguely aware of his cell phone pinging with a text from Charlotte. But he was too intent on being Dawn’s submissive fuck toy to have more than a fleeting awareness.

Sometime later, after receiving instructions from Dawn to suppress all memory of the session and to return to Spokane for another audit in six weeks, did he finally check his texts.

Hey Babe, I need you go somewhere with me on Friday afternoon. Block the time, pls.

I’ll fill you in tomorrow when you get home.

He acknowledged her, including several of their usual emojis.

Charles had gone straight to the office after he landed, but promised Charlotte he would be home on time.

She was waiting for him out on the patio, trying to stay calm with the help of the always reliable Tequila. But she could not keep the memories of the—what, an obsessed Dominatrix?—out of her head.

She called to him as he walked through the kitchen. As he came out to the patio, he saw her downing what was in her glass and pouring another, and then pouring a second and pushing it towards him.

“Uh, hey, what’s up? Someone sick? The market tank? You don’t look happy,” he observed gently as he sat and took the offered glass. Not the time for the usual welcome home hug and kiss, he thought.

Charlotte just stared at her glass.

“Honey—you’re scaring me just a bit. Let’s start talking before my imagination gets too far out there,” he said softly.

Charlotte back and drained her glass. “OK—just listen while I get this out. No, I’m not running away with the milkman; but just listen. Shit—where to start. OK. Erin has been a little off lately. I didn’t know why until she confessed she had been thinking—fantasizing—hell, obsessing about getting fucked in the ass.”

“Excuse me? What?” Charles blurted out.

Charlotte raised a finger. “Shut-up Honey. Just shut-up until I finish.” A deep breath. “So we talked about it a bit. No way she could ask Richard about it, and she was getting all worked up so I suggested a counselor-therapist-whatever. So she found one—remember those homes we converted into offices on Croetto—there’s one there—and so I agreed to go with her. The guy’s name is Richard Ward—PhD type. So we went Wednesday afternoon. He was very pleasant, the office was very relaxing, they served tea, it all seemed like it was supposed to be—” she paused.

“But?” Charles was tentative, hoping the other shoe did not drop.

Charlotte reached for the bottle and took a swig. “But I think he did something to her. I don’t think he counseled her—I think he encouraged her—I think he flipped some sort of switch and made her a—a—a—oh shit—an anal slut.”

Charles kept quiet.

Another swig. “And I think he did something to me……………..” Charlotte trailed off.

Now Charles sat forward. He could not admit to knowing Ward, much less seeing him for those dreams, but where was Charlotte headed with this?

“Go on’” he encouraged.

“He somehow convinced me that I should help her out—and so I did. You can fill in the details if you want—I’m not sharing—At heart you are still the same Air Crew Pig that Daddy warned me about.”

They shared a smile—it was a long running joke. But she was clearly upset.

“What do you want to do? Call the medical board? The Police? The DA,” Charles hoped he sounded sincere.

“Not my style,” Charlotte shot back.

“True,” Charles admitted. “You want to go confront him, right?” His mind churning hard about whether if indeed Dr. Ward had manipulated Erin and then his wife somehow, that he would honor doctor-patient privilege and not tell Charlotte that her husband had been having erotic dreams about another man. ‘Crap, crap, crap,’ he thought, “Why didn’t I go see someone in Salt Lake, or Azerbaijan.’

“Yeah—Friday—5pm,” she said.

Charles got the message loud and clear. “I’ll be there.”

Charlotte tried to distract herself, but her brain was riding a Merry-Go-Round. There was nothing she could to distract her—TV, reading, riding, cleaning—nothing worked. She and Charles did not discuss it further but it was the Elephant in the Room. Finally it was Friday, then it was noon, then it was three and time to think about getting dressed: suburban casual, full power dress—one was too submissive—she shuddered—there was that word again, the other was trying too hard. What would the Doctor respect? Skirt, blouse, moderate heels—safe.

She called Charles to remained and confirm, but got voicemail. Betsy said he had left a little earlier. A text went unanswered. ‘Don’t freak,’ she thought. ‘He’ll be there.’

As she walked through the kitchen, she looked at the liquor cabinet. ‘One shot,’ she thought, ‘I’ve got to be a touch reckless.’

She kept her thoughts neutral as she drove to the office. As she pulled in, Charles’ truck was in the lot. No other cars, just his. ‘Ok, he’s here for me,’ she thought. But as she walked in, Charles was not in the waiting room. The receptionist looked up as approached.

“Uhh—Stephen, is it?” she asked. “My Husband was to meet me here and his truck is outside. Is he—uhh?” She looked around. “Is he?” She pointed at the restroom.

Stephen stood, paused, smiled gently and said, “No ma’am. He’s in with the Doctor.”

“Uhh. OK. I’m—uhh—at a loss. Why would he be in there now?”

“I’m sorry. He got here about 30 minutes ago and the Doctor asked me to bring him in.”

Charlotte started to unravel. This was not what she planned. Charles was an easy-going guy, but he was always there for her—always.

“I—We—had an appointment,” she stammered.

“Yes, ma’am, you do. Let me tell the Doctor you’re here.”

Charlotte waited, looking over her shoulder at the office door and then back.

Stephen was hanging up the phone. “The Doctor says for you to come on back.”

She followed him to the office and stepped in as he opened the door. The lights in the office were low. There was a desk light and a couple of TVs on the wall behind the desk. There was some sort of pattern swirling on the screens. The Doctor was at the desk leaning back, and Charles was in one of the chairs in front. As she walked closer, she could see Charles staring at the screen—mouth slightly open. The Doctor looked over at her and put his finger to his lips. He motioned her closer. A couple more steps and she could see Charles’ pants were on the floor. His right hand was slowly stroking his penis.

Charlotte stopped cold. She started to hyperventilate as her mouth opened wider. Words were not coming.

She was aware of the Doctor coming around the desk and approaching. She faced him, still speechless, but searching for a scream that was somewhere inside.

“Hello Mrs. Rone,” he said softly. He was now right in front of her. She brought her hands up in protection, but he just took them in his. “Relax now, breath for me, relax, look at me, relax, look at me, look at my eyes, my very soft trusting eyes,” his voice was soothing and enveloping. “Submit now, relax, submit and relax.”

Charlotte’s head was spinning. The lights from the screens were confusing. The room was barely lit. His voice and his hands and his eyes were the only solid things to hold on to. She gripped his hands; her eyes were wide open.

“What—what—what is this,” she gasped. “What are you doing?”

The Doctor ignored her. He kept repeating the mantra slowly, firmly. He steered her gently backwards with his hands until she was in front of the other overstuffed chair in front of his desk. Moving his hands to her shoulders he sat her down and then placed her hands in her lap.

Her eyes were wide open, fixed on his. She just could not get control of her thoughts; everything swirled.

“It will help you to focus on the screen behind me,” he said. “You need to gather yourself now. You’ll like the design. I’m quite proud of it actually. I developed it for my Master’s Thesis, and it worked so well I convinced the professor I deserved an A. It will help you to think, go ahead now. Your friend Erin told me she got you to start smoking again. So you’ll note how this version adopts the way the smoke swirls and moves—each pattern different—each pattern holding your attention while you listen.”

Charlotte looked over his shoulder. ‘If I go along just for a moment; I’ll figure a way to resist this; if I can just focus, I can deal with this,’ she thought, clinching her hands.

Doctor Ward looked at her posture, noting her rigidity. He walked over behind Charles’ chair, which was positioned to where Charlotte could see him and the screen. He stood behind Charles, caressing his neck and shoulder. She could see Charles squirm and lean back into the Doctor’s hands. The Doctor leaned down, turned Charles’ head towards him and gave him a deep kiss. Charles responded in kind.

Charlotte gasped and turned her eyes back fully to the screen. In her shock, the patterns absorbed her thoughts for a few moments. She was vaguely aware her mouth was opening slightly; her hands relaxed and fell into her lap.

“That’s right Charlotte, just let it pull you in. It’s your anchor now, your hold on reality. Submit to it, focus on it., don’t think, don’t resist, just listen.” His voice was so steady and persuasive.

Doctor Ward chucked indulgently for a moment. “So Charlotte, you and Charles here came to see me because you thought I had done something to your friend, correct? Go ahead, you’re here now. Is that correct?”

A slow yessss came from her in a whisper.

“That’s fine. I did do something to her. I helped her. I merely removed an inhibition. Is that so bad?”

Charlotte was slow in answering. “I—don’t know,” she whispered.

“I did the same thing for your Husband. He was having confusing dreams and thoughts, and I helped him focus. Is that so bad?”

Again, an “I don’t know” came in response.

“Well, let’s talk for a bit. Let’s talk about you and what you need for a while. Stay focused on the spiral and listen to me. And first I need for you to agree that you can trust me and believe what I am about to say. Will you do that please?”

Charlotte could only muster an “Uhhhh.”

“First, the proper response is ‘Yes, Doctor’. Agreed?”

A brief second. “Yes, Doctor,” she replied.

‘And another barrier drops,’ the Doctor thought as he began to lead her down the path.

“And so let me show you that it is futile to resist me, you cannot resist, you have no choice but to let go.”

The spirals were holding her, but he needed to crush any resistance. Picking up the phone, he punched a number and spoke briefly. The door opened a moment later and Stephen stepped in. Charlotte did not look over from the screen—a small part of her was still trying to stay anchored and resist. ‘If I can find pattern, I can resist this’, she thought.

The Doctor gestured for Stephen to come stand in front of Charles.

“Watch,” he said to Charlotte. Her head turned slightly.

Charles looks up at Stephen and smiled. Stephen releases his belt and drops his pants and then his shorts. He puts his hand on the back of Charles’ head and steers him towards his stiffening cock. Charles smiles bigger and licks his lips as he lowers his head. His hands reach up and caresses the balls and shaft. His lips caress the head and then he slowly goes deeper and deeper.

Charlotte is quivering; her mouth open. She wants to scream, but she can only gasp for air.

The Doctor moves in front of her, taking her head in his hands and turning her head up to face him.

Charlotte recovers slightly, “You mother-fucking, hideous, abomination…….”

“There, there, Charlotte,” the Doctor purred. “Just relax and I’ll explain everything.” Moving behind her, he moved his hands around her head and positioned her in front of the spiral.

“You are already under my control. You have been since you first came her and sat in the waiting room. Do you think you had free will when you fucked Erin unconscious? When you started smoking again? When you came back here tonight? Give up now; you are too far gone. I own you; you are mine to direct, to command, to control.

Charlotte moaned, but she did not fight back. ‘Just play along, look for an opening, just play along, look for an opening,’ she thought as she leaned back into his hands and calmed herself.

“That’s right, look at the spiral, go along with its movement, open your mind, open up and look.”

As he repeated it over and over, Charlotte lost track of where her thoughts began and where his started. Slowly, the shock faded and the desire to escape in the spiral took over. It was so intriguing; so soothing.

She did not notice that the Doctor had released her head and guided her further back into the chair.

The more he talked, the more compliant she became. The more she agreed, the better she felt.

Time no longer mattered. And Charles was no longer in her reality.

“So I think we have made some progress tonight,” the Doctor said, a gentle smile on his face.

“I -uhhh—I—I think so,” Charlotte replied, adjusting herself the chair. It seemed like she was sort of slumped down in it.

“It’s important for you to keep an open mind in these things. Everyone has thoughts, needs, compulsions, and so forth. As long as they are not a harm to themselves or others, and you trust them, then there is no harm in indulging their desires or fetishes, agreed?”

Charlotte hesitated a moment, still gathering thoughts and trying to catch up. Her memory was lagging behind the here and now.

“Uhhh-yeah—that seems fair,” she offered.

“Exactly. Fairness is a good way to put it—being fair to what they want,” the Doctor replied, fitting it into her construct.

He continued, “So if your friend wants to explore a fetish, that’s just between two consenting adults, as the phrase goes. No one taking advantage of the other. And if they trust you, then you can return the trust by obliging them. Again, fair enough?”

“OK,” she nodded. “I see where you’re going with this; it’s OK for me to give in to their fantasy or fetish—within the limits of reality.”

“Exactly,” he said as he nodded with her. “I know she trusts you so you can trust her; I’ve worked with her on that. You can do that too, can’t you?”

“Exactly,” he said calmly, nodding slowly. “We spent the session on this. Think about it.”

Charlotte sat quietly staring at him. Her thoughts were starting to fall into place now. She had come to see the Doctor for reassurance that it was OK to give in to Erin’s lust.

“Yes, you’re right. I see that now,” she said.

“Good,” said the Doctor as he rose and came around the desk. Charlotte rose as well offering her hand. The Doctor took her hand with both of his, bringing her close.

“Just one last question Charlotte, please,” he said softly. “Did you leave your panties at home and wear those thigh-highs in case you wanted to offer your ass to me?

Her eyes widened and she sucked in her breath. She pulled back, but the Doctor stepped with her.

“Look at me. Look right at me. Look right at my eyes. When you were here before I suggested that if you were interested, you should dress for what you wanted from me when you came back. Your actions give you away, Charlotte. Submit to the truth. You may not have known it but what you did to Erin made you wonder if you could experience the same ecstasy. Raise your skirt and show me I’m wrong.”

He let go of her hand. Charlotte’s head was spinning. ‘No—I didn’t do that—I didn’t,’ she thought.

She thrust her hand under her skirt and felt only skin. In shock, she gave in to his order and lifted her skirt. Blushing furiously, but she could not look away from him.

He stepped forward again, letting his hand caress her bush. Soothingly, he whispered, “Keep looking at me; look right at me; my eyes hold you. You do want this. You trust me and you want me in you. You’ve wanted me in you since we first met.”

Charlotte stared back, her blush giving way to raw heat, her breaths getting deeper. His caress loosened her juices like turning on a faucet. She had a vision of her dominating Erin and then Erin collapsing on the floor totally spent. ‘Oh—to cum like that,’ she thought.

“I can make you cum like that,” he said, his fingers now penetrating her fully.

Charlotte broke. “Can you? Can you please?” she gasped. “How could you read my mind?”

“You told me in our session,” he replied. “Drop your skirt and lean over the desk.”

He was behind her in an instant, his hand working her cunt from front to back, spreading her juice around her anus and his cock. He put his other hand on the back of her neck. When he did, she leaned back into it, securing herself to his grasp.

“Fuck me—I want it—I want you—Fuck me now,” she panted.

“Don’t squeeze, take deep breaths, relax,” he instructed.

Charlotte’s universe focused on her ass. He came forward a little, and back a little, a little more forward, a little more back. She sensed what he was doing and moved slowly back as he came in, holding still as he went back, a deep breath and take a little more. She had done it to Erin; she knew how to take this cock.

Pretty soon he was taking full strokes. And she was breathing deeply in with each one; lightly moaning as he went back. One hand found her clit and began the orgasm circle.

“I’m going to go quick,” she rasped.

“I’m close,” he groaned. “GO now. NOW,” he commanded.

She collapsed on the desk, shuddering from head to toe. Second later she felt him pause and then quiver over and over as both his hands grabbed her shoulder and pulled her into him.

Moments later, he released her and withdrew. She felt him step backwards, a door open and then close, and then a towel between her legs.

“Turn and look at me,” he said firmly. He repeated the mantra, “Look at me, look right at me, look at my eyes and submit, submit to me now.”

She stared silently.

“That is only for you. Only for you and me. Clean up now and then we will go out front. You will pay your bill, make an appointment for next week and leave. Charles is waiting for you at home, he won’t wonder why you stayed behind. Erin will call you soon and you will remember what we talked about and so you will indulge her. Understood?”

“Yes Doctor,” Charlotte said without hesitation.

“One more thing,” the Doctor said as he leaned towards her ear and whispered for a moment.

“You must submit to me always Charlotte, understood?” he said firmly.

“Yes Doctor,” Charlotte said without hesitation.

As she was driving home, she frowned, ‘I thought Charles would wait for me to finish, at least he was there for me when I confronted that quack. Oh well, if Erin wants it, better from me than Richard—shit he’d run out of the room screaming. At least I can make her cum like a water fall.’ She smiled at that thought and squirmed a little at the thought, wondering why her crotch felt wet.

Charles was waiting outside on the patio—Tequila and shot glasses on a tray.

Stopping to grab an ashtray, a lime and a knife, she glared at him as she sat down.

“I thought you were going with me, but you go there without me and meet with him before I do and then leave before me. What’s up?” she challenged.

“Well, I was caught at work, and so he invited me in and I told him I was there to support you and then you came in and he had me go on out with Stephen who told me the Doctor would be with a while and to go on home,” Charles blurted all in a rush. “But that was an hour and a half ago, what was there that would eat up an hour and a half?”

Charlotte flinched. ‘An hour and a half? Shit!!’

Recovering, she shot back, “It’s personal to Erin—not for you; doctor-patient-best friend stuff—and if she wants to tell she will, not that she will. And you say nothing to Richard.”

“Gee honey, lose the attitude, I’m sorry,” was all Charles could muster.

“Attitude?” she snorted. “Seriously? You forget sweetie, Daddy flew on Robin Olds’ wing and your darling baby girl tries out for the Thunderbirds next month. My side of the family is nothing but fucking attitude. Remember Hickam, you were lucky not to get your eggs in your face?”

“I give, I give,” he protested.

“Trust me, it was all about Erin. I’m fine, you’re fine, we’re fine, life is good,” she said looking him in the eye. “Now, be a good boy and light me,” she said pulling the pack and lighter from her purse.

“You started again?” he asked.

“Comes and goes, you know. You used to think it was sexy, enjoyed going down on me trying to make me cum before I finished. These 120s gave you all the time you needed.”

“Eh maybe,” he murmured as he held the lighter for her.

For some reason she decided to exhale in face, take another deep inhale drag and then do it again.

Leaning back, she shuddered as a thought came to her. ‘I bet I could make him cum just as hard as Erin.’

A long inhale and slower exhale upwards. She noticed he was just staring at her—waiting.

Leaning forward now, she said softly, “Let’s do something new. How about I fuck you this time?”

Charles sat quietly for a moment, just blinking. Then, softly as well, “Yes, dear, please.”

Charlotte inhaled deeply again. “Good, go on in and strip. I’ll be there in a moment.”

Charlotte looked down at Charles, passed out, his cum pooling in his naval. “Damn—and I never touched his cock at all,” she said out loud, looking at the dildo. “Let’s clean this boy up and have a drink.”

A little while later on the patio, the dildo found its way between her legs. As she mellowed out with each stroke, she could hear the Doctor repeating, “look at me, look right at me, submit Charlotte, submit to me.” And each time he said submit, she squirmed and squeezed harder.