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Abstract: Marci's new therapist is very effective, but not what Marci
expected

     Unorthodox Therapy, by Rajah Dodger <rdodger@hotmail.com>,
Copyright (c) 1993.  All rights reserved, except that electronic
not-for-profit reproduction rights only are explicitly granted with the
stipulation that this authorship and permission note must remain
attached.

     Marci had been seeing a therapist for a few months, but it didn't
seem to be working out so she asked the woman for a referral.

     The doctor gave her the name of a therapist on the outskirts of
town, commenting, "He might be better suited to delve into your
proclivities".

     When she arrived at the new therapist's office, she was put at
ease by the comfortable decor -- even the couch was done in earth tones
instead of the horrid blue leather her first doctor had used.  The
doctor introduced himself as Dr. Calvert, and they talked briefly about
the problems she was having with assertiveness and the direction her
therapy had been taking with her previous therapist.  With her
permission, Dr. Calvert suggested that she work under a light hypnotic
trance to sidestep the blocks she was obviously having discussing her
feelings.

     While under hypnosis, the doctor's skilled questioning brought out
that Marci had been having detailed fantasies about being subservient
to both women and men.  The doctor made a few telephone calls, then
gave Marci some suggestions while she was in her trance.  When he was
finished, he brought her out of her trance.  She felt very relaxed, and
although the doctor would not tell her what she had said under hypnosis
he did talk with her extensively about some of the problems she had
been having at work and how she might resolve them.

     That night, while Marci was eating dinner in her apartment, she
suddenly felt hot flashes all over her body.  She got up as if dazed,
rubbing her arms, legs, buttocks, wherever the sudden flashes were
popping up.  She went into her bedroom and took off all of her clothes
except her pantyhose, then found her instant camera and set it on her
dressing table.  Setting it up for remote trigger, she sat on her bed
and pinched her nipples until they stood out, feeling the pressure of
her nails run down her belly to make the insides of her thighs tingle.
She bent her knees, pushing them outward, and started stroking herself
through the hose as the camera clicked, rubbing faster and directly on
her clit as her crotch got wetter from her arousal.  After she came,
gasping and shuddering, she went over to her dressing table and tossed
all of the pictures into an envelope, took off her pantyhose, put the
hose in the envelope as well then sealed the envelope.  Then she put on
her nightgown and went to bed.

     For the next few days, Marci went through her normal schedule --
get up, eat breakfast, go to work, get hassled by the boss, go home,
eat dinner and go to bed.  When her next session with Dr. Calvert came
around, he quizzed her about her dreams and asked if anything out of
the ordinary had happened in her life.  Marci didn't have anything
interesting that she knew of to tell him. Finally he told her "Doctor's
orders, Marci."  At the sound of those words, her eyes suddenly glazed
over.  "You have been carrying an envelope without being aware of it,"
the therapist informed her.   "Take it out now."  Marci fumbled with
her purse and found the sealed envelope.  "You are to give this
envelope to anyone who asks you for 'special information', he
continued. "Furthermore, you will feel a warm aroused feeling
throughout your body whenever you obey the orders of someone in
authority to you -- such as your doctor or your boss."

     While he still had Marci under hypnosis, Dr. Calvert tested the
instructions. "Marci, I think you should show me your breasts, and
massage my foot with them."  At this command, Marci leaned forward and
started removing her blouse and bra.  When her breasts hung free, the
doctor extended his foot toward her.  She took it and unlaced his shoe,
squirming in her seat as she did so. After rolling his sock down and
off, she leaned forward and kissed the sole of his foot, then placed it
between her breasts.

     The doctor watched, his own breathing becoming ragged, as Marci
closed her eyes and rubbed her breasts against his foot.  He could see
her areolae darken and get puffy, evidence that she was becoming
aroused.  Although his cock was demanding the same treatment his foot
was getting, the doctor ordered Marci to release his foot and get
dressed.  She did so, unconsciously rubbing her breasts as she put her
bra back on.  He released her from her trance with a final comment that
she would feel very relaxed, and she went back to her office.

     Later, at the office, Marci's boss called her into her office. Ms.
Hawthorne was unhappy with the work Marci had done on a report and
wanted Marci to rewrite it.  Marci started to argue, but something in
her kept the words from coming out.  Instead, she found herself saying,
"Of course I'll do the report over, if that's what you want."  Marci's
eyes lidded for a second as another hot flash went through her,
centering in her lower belly. Her boss looked at Marci quizzically.
After a few moments, Marci said "was there anything else you needed?"
The woman behind the desk bit her lip, and told Marci "I believe you
have some 'special information' for me."

     Marci's body stiffened, then she relaxed and reached into her
purse to pull out the sealed envelope.  She gave it to her boss without
saying anything.  Ms. Hawthorne opened the envelope, looked at the
contents, then crossed the room to lock the door before taking a seat
in a chair by her desk.  "These are very pretty pictures, Marci," she
said.  "I have a pretty pussy that I like to play with also -- I'd like
you to take a good look at it." Marci bent her head, and responded,
"Well, if you want me to do that..." then cocked her head quizzically.
Her boss rucked her skirt up to her waist, showing a red garter belt
holding up her hose and nothing else on.  With that prompting, Marci
got down on her knees and moved between the woman's legs, close enough
to smell the musky scent of her cunt.  When Ms. Hawthorne said "Kiss
it, Marci -- treat it like you'd play with your own" Marci extended her
tongue and teased the labia apart, sucking each puffy flap into her
mouth, then wriggling two fingers into the woman's cunt while she
sucked on her fat clit.  At length, her boss stifled a low moan and
came, rubbing herself all over Marci's face.

     "Thank you, Marci," Ms. Hawthorne said as she regained her
composure.  "That will be all for now.  Remember that I need that
report on my desk by Monday morning."  Marci wiped her face
absent-mindedly, took the report folder, and went back to her desk.

     The next time she saw Dr. Calvert, Marci was feeling much better
about her job and the way things were going in life.  She was a little
concerned, though, that she felt a little tired in the morning and
couldn't remember her dreams.  The doctor put her into trance, and told
her to unwrap the package he was giving her.  Marci reached out her
hand and the doctor placed a small wrapped box in it.  She unwrapped it
to find a moderate size flesh-colored vibrator.  At Dr. Calvert's
direction, Marci turned the device on and started rubbing it over her
breasts through her dress.  "See how good that feels, Marci?" he told
her, "it makes you feel all warm all over, doesn't it?  You really do
feel too warm with all those clothes on, and the vibrator would feel
*so* much better without the cloth getting in the way.  With his gentle
suggestion, Marci readily removed her dress, ran the vibrator over her
bra-clad breasts until her nipples were prominent, and then took off
her bra to continue massaging her sensitized breasts.  Her eyes were
closed as she gave out a low moan.

     "Come, Marci," said the doctor, "your mouth feels empty, and you
want to thank me properly for helping you make your breasts feel good."
 Obediently, the hypnotized girl opened her mouth, and her therapist
unzipped his pants to feed her his rapidly growing cock.  Marci licked
the head, then began a reflexive sucking action.  Dr. Calvert reached
down and began rolling one of her nipples in his fingers, making her
moan louder around his rod. "Your breasts are *so* sensitive," he
suggested, "you could come just from playing with them if you only had
something hot and wet in your mouth."  Marci stepped up her suction on
his cock, and reached out with her free hand to cradle his balls,
feeling them throb at her touch.

     The doctor started flipping his thumb rapidly against her stiff
nipple, saying "Now, Marci, Now!"  As he started cumming in her sucking
mouth, she began shaking all over, dropping the vibrator as she reacted
to her own orgasm. Several drops of the doctor's cum dribbled out of
her mouth and down onto her breasts, where she rubbed it in to extend
her orgasmic high.  When the doctor finished cumming, he suggested she
lick his cock clean, and after she did so Marci quietly got dressed
again.  The doctor brought her out of the trance, but left her with the
reminder that her breasts were particularly sensitive.

     That night after dinner, Marci got into her car and drove to an
adult novelty store.  In a voice she barely recognized as her own, she
haggled with the clerk over a pair of crotchless panties and also
purchased a lesbian video.  When she got home, she tossed the video on
top of a stack of magazines, took off her skirt and panties, and put on
the new pair.  Then she called out for a pizza. While she waited for
the pizza to arrive, she pulled the vibrator out of her purse and
turned it on, rubbing her breasts and moaning quietly at the sensation,
then hesitantly placing the device between her thighs.  The buzzing got
her juices flowing, and she leaned back heavily in her chair as she
moved the device slowly down to the opening of her pussy.  She was wet
enough not to need any lubricant as she pushed it in bit by bit,
opening her legs to make the progress easier.  Just as she pushed the
last inch into her and started rocking in the chair around the
pleasurable intruder, the doorbell rang.  Dazed by the sensations
rolling through her, Marci got up unsteadily and walked bowlegged to
the door.  She opened the door on a very surprised pizza delivery boy,
who gaped at her open-mouthed while she fumbled in her purse for some
money.

     The pizza boy brought the pizza in and laid it on the coffee
table, then moved deliberately over to where Marci was swaying by her
purse.  He took her hands off the purse and placed them deliberately
over the end of the vibrator, then flipped through her purse until he
found the cash for the pizza.  He stuffed that into his pocket, made
sure the door was closed and locked, then approached Marci, saying
"This is going to be the best delivery tip I've ever had -- you are
really hot!"

     Marci stood in the middle of the room, holding the buzzing
vibrator, as the pizza boy came up to her and felt her breasts through
her loose t-shirt.  Her eyes lidded over when he did that as she felt
waves of pleasure shoot from his hands through her nipples and down to
her pussy.  The boy took off his pants, revealing an above-average
sized cock, and took one of Marci's hands off the vibrator to wrap it
around him.  She started moving her hand reflexively in a slow jacking
motion, and the boy licked his lips as he pulled her t-shirt up to suck
on her nipples.  The woman's legs staggered, and the boy helped her sit
on the floor, leaning against a chair.  He sat next to her, sucking on
one breast while she moved her hand over his cock.  When he reached
over and prodded her protruding clit with a fingernail, it was like
shooting her with pure lightning!  She sat bolt upright, screamed once,
and passed out flat on the floor.

     "Hey lady?"  asked the delivery boy.  "Lady?  You all right?" It
was soon obvious that Marci was out of action, lying on the floor with
a blissful look on her face while the vibrator buzzed away in her
pussy.  The boy pulled the vibrator out and shut it off, then poked an
inquisitive finger into her swampy pussy, moving it around and pulling
it out with a "sluck!" sound. "Well, I guess she's in no mood to say
no," he thought.  With that settled, he bent her knees and aimed his
cock at her well-used pussy, replacing the vibrator with something more
substantial.

     He sucked in air noisily when he found out how tight she was, and
settled on top of her, playing with her nipples as he moved in and out.
 He liked the way her nipples got long and hard when he tugged on them.
 After a few minutes, as he was slowly coming to a boiling point,
Marci's eyes and mouth both opened and she focused on him briefly.
"OOhhhhh," she moaned, and the surprise of it combined with Marci's
sudden attempt to close her legs made him cum hard and fast in her as
Marci's eyes rolled back up and she started quivering under him.  When
he was finished, he took the dildo and put it back into her sloppy
pussy to keep his cum from staining the carpet under her.  "Call me
anytime," he said -- but he didn't really think she was listening.

     Late that night Marci came to, her muscles sore and her mind foggy
with a half-remembered dream.  She reached down to pull out the
motionless vibrator and wondered at how slushy she was, but her fogged
brain discarded that line of thought as she went in to shower and get
to bed.

     At the office Monday morning, Marci finished up the report her
boss needed despite having to go to the coffee bar every half hour or
so.  She didn't understand why she was so tired, since she'd gotten a
good six hours of sleep.  Just before lunch Ms. Hawthorne asked her to
bring the report back to her office.  When Marci got there Ms.
Hawthorne was standing with another woman Marci didn't recognize.
"This is Jan Carlton, Marci," her boss told her.  "Jan is from our
Western division and is very interested in the report you've brought."
As Marci handed the report over, her boss added "And she's also very
interested in what you carry in your purse, Marci.  It would make me
*very happy* if you would show your *special items* to Jan."

     Marci looked at her boss oddly, then her vision seemed to blur
slightly.  She felt hot all over, and when she opened her purse to look
inside she found that she had brought her vibrator to work!  She stood
stunned, trying to remember when or why she had done that, when Ms.
Hawthorne continued, "I really want you to show us how you use that,
Marci!"  Marci closed her eyes, feeling the heat run through her body
centered on her breasts and her cunt, then drew the vibrator out of her
purse.  She licked the end of it tentatively as Jan gasped and her boss
smiled.

     Marci turned the device on and drew it across her bosom, feeling
the buzzing through her blouse.  Her boss came up behind her and turned
her to face the newcomer, saying "Here, let me help you Marci, you know
you will feel better without this extra cloth." Ms. Hawthorne's fingers
flew down the buttons on the back of Marci's blouse and unsnapped her
brassiere as well, so when Marci leaned forward the clothes came off as
one and she stood again naked from the waist up.  Ms. Hawthorne reached
around her to take her hand and place the vibrator between Marci's
breasts, rubbing it against first one and then the other.  Marci gasped
and moaned as she felt her breasts swell and swing in the office air,
the massage felt so good that she lost track of where she was and what
she was doing.

     Jan came up to her and ran her hand up between Marci's legs,
finding her panties already damp.  The newcomer wriggled her finger
underneath the leg band as she urged Marci's legs apart, and began
slowly stroking her finger in and out of the dazed girl's pussy.
Marci's breathing was slow and heavy as the other two women removed her
shoes, knee-highs and panties, and laid her out on the floor.  Jan took
off her shoes, pants and panties, and stood frigging herself as Ms.
Hawthorne moved the vibrator at random between Marci's nipples, the
soles of her feet (her breasts really shook when they did that) and her
rapidly moistening pussy.  As Ms. Hawthorne suggested "Marci, your
tongue feels very thick, don't you need to suck on something?", Jan
kneeled down over Marci's mouth.  Marci opened her mouth and tasted her
boss's friend, shuddering as the vibrator reached another sensitive
spot.

     Ms. Hawthorne left the vibrator buried deep in Marci's pussy, then
walked around to sit next to her friend.  The two women kissed as Jan
hunched over Marci's probing tongue and Ms. Hawthorne fingered her
friend's clit until she came.  As her friend writhed over Marci's face,
Ms. Hawthorne reached around to pinch Marci's nipples, and the girl
started cumming herself, jumping only slightly more when her boss
yanked the vibrator suddenly out of her.  After Jan and Marci had both
been cleaned up a bit, Ms. Hawthorne mentioned that she would need
Marci's assistance on a special business trip over the weekend. Marci
said that she would be available, and returned to her desk, forgetting
all about the vibrator.

     For the next few nights, Marci slept restlessly but was unable to
remember her dreams in the morning.  She knew, however, from the sticky
condition of her pussy that she had been fingering herself in her
sleep.  When Friday finally arrived, her boss called her to ask that
she meet her after work at an address on the north side of town.  The
day went slowly, and Marci found herself rubbing her legs together
frequently to relieve a feeling she couldn't quite place.  When the
workday ended, she got in her car and drove to the address her boss had
given her.  It was a modest townhome with several cars parked out
front.  She walked nervously up to the front door and rang the bell.
She was relieved to see a familiar face as her boss opened the door and
escorted her in.

     Her boss turned her around to face a group of people, closing the
door behind her and running her hand familiarly over Marci's ass. "This
is the one," she said to the group, and reached around Marci to undo
the buttons of her blouse, whispering in Marci's ear "I really want you
to show everyone how pretty you are!" Marci's faint attempt to protest
at this cavalier treatment died with those words, and she felt herself
getting flushed as her boss's nimble fingers plucked at the buttons and
took the blouse off.  Her boss held her breasts up, rubbing them
through the bra, then unclasped the back and removed that garment as
well. Marci's nipples were prominent and her areolae were a dark brown,
showing everyone in the room how turned on she was becoming.

     Her boss pulled the front of her skirt up to show off the
crotchless panties, and as several of the people in the room began
talking, Marci's boss began probing her already-wet pussy. She slid her
fingers up and down Marci's engorged labia, and when her hand moved up
to Marci's clit she came -- hard and loud, leaning back with lidded
eyes as her boss supported her.  Some of the people in the room came
over then, touching her breasts, feeling her ass, helping her boss pick
her up and move her over to lie on the sofa.  Marci heard voices, but
they were all fuzzy in the haze of her arousal -- her breasts, her
pussy, her whole body seemed to be hot.  She heard without noting the
phrases "sweet cunt", "Tokyo clubs", "good price", but before she could
focus on what was happening around her someone's tongue delved into her
pussy and she was off on a cloud of lust again.

     Her boss picked up a phone and dialed a number.  When the other
end was answered, she said "Thank you, Doctor Calvert. Your therapy has
been a great success."

***** {END} ***** Completed 1993-12-27, 3491 words

Copyright (c) 1993 Rajah Dodger (rdodger@hotmail.com)

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