The Case Files of Dr. Jason Rose
by Mesmer's Bauble
12:00PM – 1:00PM
My previous appointment was still standing in the front office talking to Janice scheduling a weekly session time that worked for everyone. I closed my office door behind me as went back to my desk after giving Rumiko and her daughter a smile and wave. I glanced at the clock, it was 12:05. I had some time before my next appointment and I was both hungry and horny.
I picked up the phone and called Janice, as her end of the line connected up I could still hear Rumiko and Miyako talking about appointment times. I put on my firm voice and spoke in a harsh whisper, not because I had to but because I knew it turned her on, “Listen closely you dirty whore, once they’re gone your going to drop whatever you're doing and bring me food and that slutty ass of yours, my cock needs a meat-sleeve and you’ll do.” I could hear the barely contained excitement in her voice when Janice responded, “Yes Doctor.”
While I waited for my meal I thought a bit about Janice. Physically she was an attractive woman just past the prime of her youth; she had long dark brown hair and slightly olive Mediterranean complexion. Her curves were nothing overly dramatic but still very pleasing to the eye. She was already working in the building when I had leased my office and, though only in her early 30s, she was a sharp and effective secretary. I knew after our first conversation that she wouldn’t do for my purposes. My clients would be changing rather dramatically over time and someone sharp as her would notice and might ruin everything. I needed someone either too dumb to notice of too focused on something else to care. I decided that I’d pick the latter option because, honestly, I also needed a decent secretary.
It was somewhat ironic that while I was concocting a complex plan to get her under my influence she handed herself too me on a silver platter. One evening, about a month after I had started my practice, I noticed her crying angry tears. She explained after a little prompting that she was going through a divorce and that her soon-to-be-ex-husband was trying to get custody of her daughter. She also told me that given the difference in their salaries it was looking like he was going to be able to buy that custody with high priced lawyers.
I offered her my couch and some water, so she could relax a pull herself together, she accepted. Of course the water was laced with something I often use when I deal with parents. I never drug my young clients, for one thing guessing doses is far too dangerous and for another, I have plenty of time with them. Parents, on the other hand, often only want to come in for one or two sessions, especially if they are sharp and notice something off. This is why I need something to help get them up to speed with their children’s progress, so to speak.
After her drink, Janice found herself slumped on the couch and staring half lidded at the multicolored spirals that made up the visuals for my phase one subliminal program. After that it was not hard to convince her that I might be able to help her emotional stability with a handful of off the book sessions. In fact as she remembers it, it was her idea.
Over the following two weeks Janice was subjected to an intensive version of my five phase programming. By the end she was so head over heels in lust with me that she happily condoned anything I did. Of course, I am not the kind of person who does things simply when I have a more interesting idea, so I also included my own twists. In addition to her blind adoration Janice was now a deep submissive who was turned on by being humiliated and ignored. In this way she would always be happy with our ‘relationship’ even if I didn’t use her for weeks at a time.
Once she was my fawning submissive pet it had been simple to get her daughter, Hanna, in for her own rounds of therapy, divorce can be traumatic you know. There nothing quite so erotic and totally satisfying as watching as a mother helps to entrance and corrupt her 12 year old daughter. I should make a note to do it more often.
Thanks to me Janice was ultimately able to keep custody of her daughter. It was an easy case to win after Hanna stood up in court and said she wanted to stay with her mother. I see Hanna on occasion but mostly we stay in contact through her mother. For me, its enough to know that the two of them, mother and daughter, spend their evenings masturbating together while looking at photos of me and imagining the terribly kinking things I might do to them if I ever got the time.
The knock on my door reminded me that today was one such time. Without being given a signal, Janice opened the door and after closing it behind her walked up to my desk. Her hips had a seductive sway and in her hand she held a platter like a waitress holding a large plate of food and a glass bottle of coke. She placed the tray in front of me, “And what is this piss poor meal?” I knew, of course, but letting on would ruin the game.
She stuttered both from shame and arousal, “Hanna and I stayed up last night making it, it’s a brisket with all the trimmings I thought you liked it.” She was right, I did. It was easily her best recipe and she had spend all evening making it on the off chance that I might ask her to bring me food, it wasn’t something I did often. I smiled inside but continued the act, “That was your first mistake, thinking.” She flushed in arousal and I could see her nipples growing hard through her dress, she had stopped wearing undergarments ages ago.
I took a bite a savored it rich flavors before spitting out a hostile, “It’ll do, now get under here. Keep me hard but don’t you dare presume I want to spill my seed in your whorish mouth.” She fell to her knees and crawled into the cramped space under my desk. Her dress bunched up around her and I could see her shaven pussy, I could also see the way one of her hands drifted to it as she freed my still half hard cock and took it into her mouth. I sighed internally as her warmth engulfed me and while she was focused on her work I had the chance to really enjoy the meal.
It would have been perfect with red wine but I don’t mix alcohol and mind control, I made that mistake in college back when I was still developing my proprietary subliminal technology and the results were… messy and not in a fun way. Still the meal was spectacular as was Janice’s oral skills, I don’t have sex with her often and I know she doesn’t see other men so she must practice all the time to gain such perfect control over the muscles in her mouth, tongue, and throat. She kept me hard and increased her stimulation ever so slightly anytime I started to flag but never went an inch over the line.
By the time I had finished the plate and my soda I had been held aroused but unsatisfied for almost twenty minutes. Pushing my chair back from my desk I pulled myself out of Janice’s talented throat and fought the urge to return the blissful smile she shot at me, instead I scowled and grabbed her by her hair, just hard enough to pull her to her feet. She began to speak and I cut her off, “I don’t want conversation slut, I want a meat-sheath for my cock so lift that skirt and bring your tight little rosebud over here.”
Janice’s curves, as I had said before were nothing too spectacular but her ass was my personal favorite, and as I got a good look at it I couldn’t resist reaching out to caress it possessively before grabbing her hips and impaling her asshole in a swift movement. I slid in easily enough she had trained all of her holes for me but it must have still come as a surprised, she quickly stifled a moan of pleasure and pain. Soon I took my hands away and let her take over and she bounced her ass up and down on my cock, driving my shaft deep within her then pulling it almost all the way out before shoving it in again, the sensation was ecstasy and I dropped character for a while and just let myself enjoy it, moaning out my approval.
Emboldened by my noises she began to moan as well, “Oh god yes… fuck my slutty ass!” We moved together like that for some time before I realized I wasn’t playing my part, “This isn’t about you whore, you should know that by now… why don’t you tell me all about Hanna instead. I’m sure her ass would be twice as tight.” She grunted with pleasure, something I didn’t think she could control, and then with a “Yes Doctor,” began to tell me all about her daughter while she impaled herself on my cock.
“Hanna misses you very much…mmm… but we know we’re not important enough for your attention so we do our best to keep ourselves entertained…god… while thinking of you…” She hissed out a moan as I grabbed her hips and started to control her wild fucking. “ After she finishes her homework… I tell her all about the last time we fucked… shit… and how your such a good boss and let me masturbate almost every day… fuck… When she found out how much you liked reaming my dirty shithole… Ung… She started to train her own little butt for your cock, I bought her a small silver butt plug and she uses it almost every… GOD… night while I tell her all about you and how you use me… oh GOD oh GOOOOOD!!!... She’ll be so excited to find out we fucked today… uuuuhhh… I haven’t had a new story in so long… FUCK GOD YES FUCK.”
Her sphincter clenched as she came in a strong anal orgasm and in response I pulled myself out of her ass and shoved my cock into her pussy before coating her insides with my cum. She was surprised by the sudden change and it drove her over the edge into another orgasm. While she came on my cock I reached into a desk drawer and pulled out a simple chastity belt with a fairly large dildo attachment. “Put that on immediately; don’t let a drop of cum slide out, you’re going to be taking a gift home to your daughter.” She immediately knew what I meant and started to thank me profusely even as she slid off of my cock and onto the dildo.
Once it was firmly attached I slapped her ass, “Now clean yourself up and get back to your desk, I have the Hicks family coming in five minutes and you need to be presentable.” She bobbed a half curtsy, showing off her sealed pussy before turning to go. “Don’t you dare forget to give Hanna her present, it would be best if you took some pictures of her receiving it as proof.” Even after the through buggering and all the humiliation she had experienced her body still flushed in embarrassment, she knew that would mean pictures of her twelve year old sucking my cum from her pussy and that was almost too much for her. Still I knew she would do it, she’s a phase 5 and my commands were more or less irresistible.
As the door closed I turned to cleaning myself up for the second time that day. I had to admit I thoroughly enjoyed playing with Janice but being that harsh doesn’t come naturally to me. I consider myself a nice guy, a sick twisted perverted bastard, but still nice. Once the physical signs of our tryst were gone, and a few sprays of fabreeze cleared the scent of sex from the air, I sat back at my desk and pulled out the thick chart that represented the Hicks family.
It was going to be fun to see how my most ambitious project was progressing.