The Case Files of Dr. Jason Rose
by Mesmer's Bauble
10:00AM – 11:00AM
I pulled Dennis’s file out of my desk drawer and thought about his case. I don’t like to confine myself to such simple labels like straight, gay, or bi. I prefer to think of myself as very open minded and leave it at that. Dennis was a good example; I had begun our first session with only a vague plan of what I wanted to do with him, but the more I got to know him the more a delightfully sick little vision grew in the back of my brain, and once I saw what he could become... well how could I resist. I flipped open the file and began to review it.
Name: Dennis Marshall
Age: 15
Race: Black
Family Background: Parents married; one sibling: a younger sister (13)
Presenting Problem: Anger Management Issues
Notes: The client was refereed to me by his school counselor, Gail Morris, after several violent incidents at school. The client is star forward on his high school soccer team even though he is only a freshman. Though he is physically developed he appears emotionally stunted and has little patience for even the smallest perceived offense. He was not responding well to treatment with the in school therapist.
During our intake session the client was aggressive in tone but showed that he placed a high level of importance on his father's approval, for example he stated, “I wouldn't even be here if my dad didn't think it was a good idea.” Further discussion showed strong misogynistic tendencies, likely learned from his father. He holds beliefs in the intrinsic superiority of men over women and that a woman's only value is in what they can do for 'their man'. Despite this the client responded well to phase 1 programming, as I tailored them to be supported by beliefs rather than directly oppose them.
Current Progress: Phase 2
The phone rang just as the door to the office opened and Dennis pushed his way inside, his face sullen and frustrated. I grabbed the phone and before Janice could say anything I just said, “I know.” and hung up the phone. He tossed his book bag on the floor by the door and sat hunched over on the couch; a portrait in teenage misery. “Good Morning, Dennis. How are you doing today?” I put as much false cheer into my voice as I could manage. He gazed up at me anger in his eyes.
“How the hell do you think I’m doing? My week’s been shit and now I have to get up early on a Saturday and listen to your bullshit for an hour. I’m fucking fantastic, Doc!” I watched as his face grew flushed and he clenched and unclenched his fists, I could see his lips moving as he counted to himself, one of the first things I had taught him about controlling his anger. The outburst wasn’t particularly a surprise; I was just pleased that he had kept his voice down, his words quiet and calm despite the tone. It was interesting because he clearly had no idea that he was doing it. In his mind he had just screamed his head off.
“I’m sorry you had a rough week why don’t you tell me about it?” His posture changed, moving into a more defensive stance, “It was just school ya know… it sucked. People are such assholes and I just want to kick their asses but… I don’t want to talk about it.” He turned away from me and I could see the embarrassment on his face. “Well you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to but I’m glad that you were able to control your anger; that is why your father wants you to see me.” At mention of his father his face brightened slightly and he looked conflicted a mix and uncomfortable confusion and pride.
“Since you clearly aren’t in the mood to talk how would you feel focusing today’s session on some deep relaxation. As I’ve mentioned before it will help you control your outbursts, as you’ve already seen.” He looked at me distrustfully but in the end I could see a little switch flip in his head, he was past phase 1 so he would never truly resist a suggestion for ‘relaxation’. “All right doc, I guess I do need to cool my heels for a while.” I smiled and moved over to my computer double clicking on the icon named ‘D/D’. The screen filled with a photo-realistic animation of a white candle with a dark red flame.
His eyes were drawn to the animation on the screen and I took the opportunity to slip in a pair of filtering ear buds. I prefer full noise cancellation, but during the early phases it helps for me to be able to speak to my clients and hear their responses. As the sound of flickering flames filled the room I began to speak in a strong, deep tone. “Watch the red flame, Dennis. The red flame is your anger... Watch how it burns away at your life, consuming everything that matters. Taking away your future at school, melting away at your father’s respect. Always destructive, never constructive. Always harmful and never helpful. I want you to take deep breaths in and out, watching the flame, and imagine it changing colors, away from the deep anger of red. Just breathe in and out and imagine the flame becoming light and the anger going away with it.”
Dennis mumbled 'ok' as he took deep breaths in and out, opening himself up to his programming. His eyes locked on the red flame and slowly over about five minutes the flame grew lighter and lighter red until it was burning a bright and cheerful pink. “Isn’t that nice Dennis; all that nasty red anger replaced by a happy pink light. You can feel that pink light flowing into you, you can feel its warmth and you can feel it waking up a different part of you, a part that has no anger, only happy pink submission. Keep breathing and when that other part of you is fully awake, and Dennis is fully asleep let me know.” He continued breathing in and out his face twisted in resistance at the concept for a moment but that resistance had be removed a long time ago this was just a tiny spark. Soon he began to breathe in and out calmly his face at first slack and relax but soon a smile began to grow on his features.
While I waited I considered his progress in phase 2. After today’s session I would be sure if his secondary persona was strong and fixed in his mind, the one I had created to fit my needs. Still phase 2 did need some more testing to ensure its solidity before moving on to phase 3. Just as I was beginning to consider the best way to do that I heard Dennis speak, his voice was bubbly and about an octave higher then it had been before. “Hiii Dr. Rose!” I smiled in pleasure at a job well done as I clicked off the animation on the computer. “Good Morning, Danni. How is every little thing?”
Danni jumped up from the couch and twirled around like an excited little girl. “Everything is just peachy Doc! I’ve been doing a real good job helping Dennis. He still seems so sad though. If he only knew how wonderful it is to be a good pussyboy for Daddy!” Danni pulled off his clothing revealing that Dennis had been wearing pale pink panties with his sizable cock stuffed inside along with a matching training bra stretched across his broad chest. I smirked, “I think I can see why he was acting so embarrassed earlier.” Danni had been reaching for his bag when he turned and gave a flagrant gesture indicating the underwear, “This little number, Please. He has no idea that he’s been wearing stuff like this for a couple of weeks.”
I nodded to him, “Good so you’re having no trouble asserting control over your other half.” Danni pulled a slim seven inch long vibrator out of his bag and flounced back over to the couch, beginning to suck on it as he talked. “Depends, it’s usually when he’s at his most vulnerable like when he’s first getting up or very tired. It’s especially easy to influence him when he’s angry though, he just loses control and shazam I can drive the bus for a while.” I looked quizzical at him, “So if it’s not the girly underwear what has him so evasive and embarrassed?” Danni looked miffed,” I’ll have you know this is 100% pussyboy underwear not girly! Still…well let me show you. Recently he’s been getting really mad, you know the usual stupid stuff people making fun of his low grades (as if a pussyboy needs to be smart) or the older members of the soccer team being mean cause he’s always in the games and they're benched or even just getting bumped in the halls when he’s fuming about something else. Whatever, so he gets mad but I’m here to make sure he doesn’t get in trouble so I take over and take him to the nearest bathroom.”
Danni rose up on his hips and slid down his panties showing off his dark bud of an asshole. “So I take out my daddy here.” He kissed the tip of the vibrator before turning it on and positioning it at his rear opening. “And I remind him what matters.” Danni shuttered as he started to fuck his ass with the vibrator. At first I couldn’t make out what he was saying but soon the mantra became clear, “I’m a good boy for daddy; I’m gunna make daddy proud… I’m a good boy for daddy; I’m gunna make daddy proud…” Danni repeated the words over and over again pumping the vibrator steadily in and out of his asshole; obviously he had done this many times before. I watched in fascination as I began to see what a good job Danni had done picking out a mantra that would really have an impact on his other half. The show was turning me on but I decided to control myself. Making Dennis into my boy toy hadn’t been part of the plan.
After a few intense minutes Danni came into his panties grunting and groaning in pleasure. After taking a deep breath he smiled at me. “Unfortunately as his anger fades I lose control so Dennis ends up waking up in the bathroom with only a vague sense of how he ended up there and what he had been doing. He feels good for making his father proud by not getting in a fight but confused because the concept turns him on as well.” I nodded at that, it made sense that the sexual confusion was getting to the boy. Certainly didn’t want to break him so I thought carefully before I spoke. “I think we need to find you a nice daddy or two to make proud like only a good pussyboy can.” Danni beamed at me, “Really! I love my little plastic daddy but a real daddy to please; that would be amazing.”
I smiled, “It’s important though that Dennis starts to feel this way too so I’m going to put him back in charge but give you a number of a colleague of mine. She will hook you up with all sorts of daddies to please and I’ll make sure that Dennis remembers them as erotic dreams. That should start to prime everything for when I bring you too back together again.” Danni just beamed happily lost in his fantasy of being a perfect pussyboy. I jotted a number down on the back of my card and after Danni was finished getting dressed, cum soaked panties sticky beneath his jeans, I handed it to him. “Tonight after Dennis falls asleep give this number a call and tell the woman who answers both of your names. She’ll be expecting you and let you know what to do next. Now put away ‘daddy’ and sit back and gaze at the flame.” He did as I asked and soon the animation was continuing.
Danni was happily dreaming in the back of Dennis’s mind as he breathed deeply and watched mindlessly as the flame turned from pink to blue, never noticing the lost time. Deep in his trance I told Dennis all about what the next few weeks would be like; how he was start to have erotic dreams and no matter how wrong they seemed they would turn him on like nothing else. They would drive all other fantasies out of his mind and soon become the only sexual images that could turn him on and make him cum. Finally I reinforced the value of our therapy and how regardless how he acted he knew it was important and a valuable tool to helping him conquer his anger and make his father proud. I almost laughed when I saw his pants bulge a little at the phrase.
“Three, Two, One… and awake.” Dennis blinked slowly as his eyes came back into focus. He smiled calmly at me and felt only a pleasant sensation washing through him. For a while at least he would feel at peace with the world, truth be told it would be much easier just to alter him and make him feel like that all the time but then what was the fun in that… for me I mean. “Thanks Doctor, I feel really good, nice and relaxed.”
I smiled at him. “I’m glad, our time is about done and I’m sure your father is waiting for you in the parking lot. I’ll see you next week and hopefully we can talk a bit about your week rather then just do another relaxation session.” I tried to hide the smirk that came to my face; he would certainly have things to talk about after this next week. He smiled at me, “Sure doc, I’ll see you next Saturday. Bye.”
I waved goodbye until the door closed then I turned back to my desk and dialed the same number I had given ‘Danni’.
The phone rang for a moment, it was rather early on a weekend to be bothering her but she would be so pleased with the news. Eventually the phone on the other end of the line was answered her voice grumpy but professional, “Madam Morris speaking, how can I please you.” I laughed lightly into the phone and said with all the energy of an early riser. “Mornin’ Gail, I guess you didn’t check caller ID.” I heard a soft curse as Gail dropped her Madam Morris tone and just spoke to me grumpily. “Jason? What the hell are you doing calling me at…” “It’s 11 Gail.” “Oh all right, but give me a break you know I work full hours during the week plus my night job. So I repeat why are you waking me up? I was at an orgy till 4 am last night.”
Gail was an old friend and colleague of mine; we were both twisted perverts who enjoyed nothing more than reshaping minds to get our rocks off. She was good, especially with innocent young girls turning them into, kinky underage whores to pimp out to high paying clients. Dennis had required a more creative touch, which is why she had sent him to me. I like to think of myself as much more unique. “I have good news Dennis Marshall is almost done with Phase 2 so I gave his alter your number.”
“Reeeally,” I could hear the interest in her voice. “His name is Danni and he is a wonderfully slutty pussyboy. He’ll do just about anything to please a ‘daddy’. I was sure you wouldn’t mind helping my process along by having a new underage twink gleefully worshiping at some of your customer’s cocks.” There was a long pause and then I heard her laugh. “You are one twisted fuck, Jason. I don’t know how you do it but I love you for it. Hell I’m going to video tape it for my personal collection; he was such an ass to me in my office I can’t wait to see him in action.”
“He’s only in Phase 2 so Dennis is still active, though he shouldn’t be a problem on the job. Be a dear and keep an eye on him at school for me though, I’m putting a lot a pressure on him to try to break him into Phase 3.” I could hear Gail’s smile, “Of course I will. And if you’re interested I’m putting on a little show of some of my more... interesting creations in a few weeks if you wanted to see what I’ve been up too.” “I’d love to, have a nice day Gail.”
“You too Jason, out of curiosity who is your next client, anyone I know?” I glanced at my day planner and smirked. “No she’s still in middle school. But I am seeing the Hicks for a family session after lunch; I think their oldest is at your school.” She went quiet at that… “Interesting I’ll keep an eye out and see if I can figure out what you’ve done to her.” I laughed again, “Good bye Gail, and good luck.” I smiled warmly at the phone. Gail was one of the few women who really appreciated my work. We’d talked about dating on several occasions but we decided we’re both a bit too into our own twisted worlds to do well in a relationship. Eventually one of us would try to reshape the other and then… well then we’d each lose a friend…well that and neither of us were sure who would win.