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Authors name: Homer Vargas (vargas111@yahoo.com)
Story title : Judith and Me - Chapter 2
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Judith and Me
By Homer Vargas
Vargas111@yahoo.com
Chapter 2: Judith
Revised with input from Trey Gallant
I showed up for my appointment with Dr. Roth on time,
but I still had to wait. Fortunately, there was
entertainment. The receptionist was sitting in a way
that allowed me to see up her short smock every time
she crossed and re-crossed her pretty legs.
Eventually, I was waiting alone. When a very well-
dressed man with a rather spacey look on his face
finally came out, the receptionist told me that the
doctor was ready to see me.
I suppose so, but I wasn't ready to see the doctor, not
this one! To my amazement, "J. Roth" was a woman. And
what a woman! Even without her 5" spike heels, she
would have equaled my 5' 11'' stature. And she was big
in other ways, too. You might say she had a coke
bottle figure --the 64 oz. size!
She smiled seeing my astonishment as I stood speechless
trying to take in the sight. The doctor wore a proper
power suit, but the tailored skirt stopped about a
furlong above her knee, and the expensive silk blouse
showcased more than concealed her magnificent
mammaries.
"Welcome, Mr. Black. May I call you David? Have a
seat and tell me a little about yourself." She sat
down behind her desk and opened a file folder. She
began with the standard medical-type questions: name,
address, age, previous medical history, that sort of
thing. Abruptly, she closed the folder, looked me
right in the eye, and said, "Alright, David, now tell
me why you really came to see me."
Stunned, I complied. "I'm in a real fix, Doctor. I'm
the victim of a terrible woman who lives next door to
me. A few weeks ago she, ... I, I seem to be under
some kind of spell. I can't get her out of my thoughts
and I don't know why I am so obsessed with her. I
think I may have been giving her money, I don't
remember. I am spending all my time with her, but I
don't remember everything that we do together...."
The tone of my speech became more anxious, tense, and
just a little short of hysterical, as I proceeded. I
had not realized myself how distraught I had become
about this situation. "David, David. Calm down." Dr.
Roth interrupted. "You seem a little tense. Do you feel
nervous about putting yourself in the hands of a woman
psychologist?"
"Oh, no," I said, too hastily
"Then lie down on the couch," she smiled reassuringly,
"and I'll help you to relax."
"All right," I agreed hesitantly. She brought her
chair out from behind her desk and set it next to the
couch. She moved to the wall switch and dimmed the
lights, then returned to her chair beside the couch.
She took my right hand in both of hers, and said, "Now
we are going to work on controlling your breathing. I
want you to inhale when I tell you and time your
breathing in to my count. Then you will hold your
breath while I count and then exhale slowly while I
count. When you have exhaled, I will say, 'Relax,' and
you will repeat it to yourself. You don't have to say
it out loud. Do you understand?"
I nodded. I did not trust myself to speak. At only
arms length, her obvious charms were overwhelming, and
her perfume was a fragrant fog all around me. "That's
right," she said, her voice dropping to an intimate
purr. "In-hale ... three ... four ... five .... Hold-
it ... three ... four ... five....Ex-hale ... three ...
four ... five ....Relax. "
"Relax," I said to myself, adding,
"three...four...five."
"Very good, David. Very good. Now again, more slowly,
more relaxed. In-hale...three...four...five...six....
Hold-it ... three...four...five...six....Ex-hale ...
three ... four five .. six....Relax." She repeated this
over and over, each time slowing down and extending the
count. I lost track of how many times she took me
through this until I heard her say, "Wonderful, David.
That's good, very good. You are an excellent subject.
How do you feel now?"
"Umm. Better," I confessed. It was amazing. A few
moments before, I had found myself on the verge of
hysteria. Now I felt so comfortable I was almost
drowsy.
"Are you still nervous about working with a female
psychologist on this problem," she asked in a velvet
voice.
"No. No, it's okay," I replied. Actually, although I
was more calm now, she still made me uneasy, sitting so
close, bending towards me. It was an effort to not look
up her dress nor down her blouse's Vee-neckline. And
she was still holding my hand.
"David, you're not being completely truthful," she
smiled warmly. "Like most men, you are a little bit
afraid of me. I'm a big, sexy woman, and I'm wearing
clothes to make you look at me. I think this short
skirt and my low neckline intimidate you. Perhaps you
are worried that now that I have you down on the couch,
you would become aroused, and I would notice it. After
all, the lights are dim. We are alone, and no-one will
interrupt us. Are you afraid I might take sexual
advantage of your relaxed, vulnerable state?"
"Yes, Dr. Roth," I admitted.
"Well, given what you say you have been through, you
are right to be concerned. It appears that it WOULD be
very easy to manipulate your mind to take advantage of
you. But don't worry, my young friend. I never have
sex with a man against his will. Believe me, I don't
go to bed with a man until I've got him very, very
willing. If I make love to you, I'll make sure you
really want it first. So just put those fears out of
your mind."
At some point during this conversation, I don't know
exactly when, Judith had pulled her chair even closer,
and had begun stroking my leg just above the knee.
Gradually, her hand worked its way to my crotch. "Are
you feeling ready to tell me everything about this
woman and your obsession with her?"
"I'll try."
"I'll help you." she smirked and began a slow massage
of my crotch.
"Oh ... Doctor! Please, don't do that!"
"Why? Don't you like it?"
"God, yes!"
"You're supposed to," she said. "Just relax and enjoy
the sensations."
"But...it makes me so .... it is getting me aroused."
"I'd be worried it your were not. You're going to tell
me about a sexual experience. I want you to experience
the arousal you felt then."
"But Doctor..."
"Don't resist me, David. This is for your own good.
Trust me. Let go and give in to your feelings. You
must be completely open with me. Let go of your
inhibitions. I want you to become sexually aroused.
Sexual arousal makes a man docile and obedient.
Doesn't my stimulating you sensually make you feel like
doing anything I tell you to do?"
"Oh...yes, Doctor," I sighed.
"Of course you do, anything I tell you. You trust me
and you are going to let me help you. Now take a slow,
deep breath...just like before. Hold it...and let it
out slowly. As you exhale, your eyes will close. You
are feeling relaxed, and you will tell me everything
about this woman who you fear is sexually exploiting
you."
"Yes, Doctor," I sighed as her hand slowly put me into
a wonderful, dreamy mood. "For the last several months,
I've been seeing an older woman, a neighbor of mine. I
seem to be completely obsessed with her."
"And what is the problem: that she is older or that you
are obsessed with her?"
It was hard to think, much less talk, but I heard my
voice answering for me. "My obsession. I'm signing
over my paycheck to her, and I didn't even remember
doing so. I don't see any of my friends my own age
anymore. We have nothing in common except sex. I
don't even remember much of what Grace and I do in bed;
I seem to fall asleep every time we ..."
"Grace?" Dr. Roth interrupted gently. "Is that her
name? Grace...?"
"Yes, Doctor," I responded to her unspoken question.
"Her name is Grace Archer."
"Why the randy old...," Judith murmured to herself. "I
think you had better tell me how this relationship
began."
I tried to explain how I had been ogling Grace for
several days and her catching me looking.
"Then what happened?"
"For several days, nothing," I recalled. "Then, the
next Saturday, I was just about to leave the house to
pick up my girlfriend, when Grace came over to visit."
"And...," she coaxed.
"I don't know why, I didn't have time," I went on,
almost babbling. "Sarah was waiting for me, but I let
Grace in. I couldn't seem to stop her," I admitted
lamely.
"Who is Sarah?" Judith asked.
"She was my girlfriend at the time," I explained. I
went on to tell her about sitting on the sofa, talking
with Grace, unable to keep my eyes off her. How the
drinks seemed to hit me harder than I was used to. How
things got so out of focus, and I began first fondling
then eating Grace out and finally how we ended up in
bed, how she virtually raped me, and how I lost
consciousness when I came. "...and that's all I
remember," I finished
"Hmm. Didn't that seem odd. You were about to go out
with your girlfriend, and yet you invited in this
neighbor you hadn't met?"
"I couldn't say no. Maybe it was because she was
wearing the same little black dress as in the dream,"
"Dream? What dream, David? Listen to me," Judith
interrupted, a little more urgently this time. "You
said something that may be very important. I want you
to relax and try to remember everything you can about
that dream. Everything."
"Yes, Doctor," I sighed, sinking even further into that
dreamy, fuzzy-minded state. Things were becoming so
clear now, memories that I hadn't recalled, but instead
of generating the anxiety they had when I first became
aware of them, when I decided to call Dr. Roth, they
seemed distant, unattached to me.
"It was Friday, the night before her visit. I seemed
to wake up, and saw Grace standing over me. She was
wearing a short sexy black dress and was touching
herself. I couldn't seem to move or speak. Then, very
deliberately, she dropped the dress and slipped into
bed with me. Before I could do anything she offered me
her luscious breasts. In my dream, I was unable to
resist. I took her succulent tits in my mouth.
Instantly her nipples grew hard as rocks as I kissed
and sucked them. By instinct my hands found her wide
firm ass and began kneading it while she began playing
with my prick! I was getting more and more excited,
about to come. I thought she was just going to jack me
off, but she just nestled my head on her breasts and
spoke softly to me, and the dream seemed to fade away.
Then it seemed to come back. She was still nursing me
at her breast and playing with my cock. She stopped,
tranquilized me with a kiss, and crawled on top of me."
"Effortlessly she took my prick in her hand and guided
it up inside her warm moist cunt. Slowly at first, she
started to ride up and down on my cock. She was fucking
me and I was powerless to stop her. I had never before
been taken by a woman against my will. I had never
before even let a woman get on top of me to fuck. But
in this dream I seemed to have no choice. Grace was
too heavy; I hadn't the strength to get her off of me
and soon found I didn't even want her off."
"It was heavenly having her on me, being overpowered
and fucked by this big sexy woman. The pleasure was so
intense, I couldn't think. I loved what her pussy was
doing to me. My body responded totally to hers. I was
being raped, but I didn't want it to stop. She rode my
prick expertly, getting herself off time after time.
Each time she came, I felt my cock bathed in hot rich
cunny juices. I felt overpowered, helpless, violated!
She was using me to sate her own considerable lust.
And every second of it was ecstasy! Then at last she
started riding me faster. Her canter became a trot and
then a gallop! She was beginning to make me come! I
felt the orgasm build and build until at last I
exploded inside her. She continued riding me, slower
now, until I was drained."
"When she felt my prick gradually go limp at last, she
rolled off me and nestled my head on her breasts again,
and spoke softly to me until the dream seemed to fade
away."
"That was very important, David. See how much you can
remember when you let me relax you?" Judith said. "Now,
you've said you don't remember what happened after she
came to your house the next day. Let's try to work on
that. I want you to relax again and try to remember
more about that night Grace seduced you. You knew she
was an "inappropriate" woman for you, yet you were
feeling very horny. Remember how horny you were, just
like you are now. She had you in bed. Her pussy was
going up... and down... up... and down.... Like my hand
on your cock now. It was so relaxing, David. You closed
your eyes and let her fuck you... fuck you... to
sleep..." My eyes were closed, and Judith's voice
seemed to come from far away: "Tell me what happened
next."
"I vaguely recall that she woke me up several times and
said it was time for me to have more," I told the
Doctor. "That's right," she encouraged me. "She let you
wake up a little. Go on..."
"Each time," I continued, "she gave me her tits to suck
until I was hard again, then she got on top of me and
fucked me until I passed out from the orgasm. I seem to
remember her talking to me as she fucked me. It all
seemed unreal, like the dream I had the night before."
"So when I woke up the next morning and found her in my
bed, looking down at me and smirking, I was momentarily
confused..."
I seemed to be reliving the moment...
*****
"What are you doing here, ma'am," I blurted out.
"Can't you tell, silly boy? And don't call me 'ma'am'
although I am old enough to be your mother. I've been
making love to you, so you will call me Grace, for now.
Your prick spent a couple of busy nights in and out of
me, and did I give you a romp!" she laughed.
"A couple of nights?" I said, more confused than ever.
Hadn't she just come over the afternoon before? How
long had I been out anyway?
"Last night," she said coyly, "and the night before."
"My dream!" I exclaimed. "So the dream was real!"
"The wildest of wet dreams, young man," she answered,
leaving me more confused than ever. "Of course," I
mused, trying to sort it out, "how could you fuck me
without waking me up?"
"How would I fuck an unsuspecting young man?" She
smiled as if posing an academic question "That would
be easy. First I would sneak into his bedroom and
place a tranquilizer patch on his arm while he was
asleep. Next, while the drug took effect, I'd play
with myself to get good and horny and to make my pussy
wet and ready for the action to come," she giggled.
"Then I would drop my dress and cuddle up with him. By
then he would be too doped-up to object to having a
sexy woman in bed with him. I'd let him suck my tits
to keep him busy while I started working on his dick
until he had a nice, big boner. Then I'd climb on him
and ram that lovely stiff organ of his up inside my
slippery pussy. I would get myself off a few times and
then make him cum inside me until he was temporarily
drained."
I was more confused than before, if possible. Was she
talking about what she could do, or had done? Last
night, or the night before? I couldn't seem to think
straight.
"Sexual satiation puts a man to sleep the right way,"
she continued, not giving me time to sort it out. "So I
could take off the now unneeded patch. After that
first orgasm, I had a better way to keep you under
control but your cock well employed. Any time I felt
you starting to get restless, I let you suck my tits
again. My breast calmed you down and stiffened up your
prick for me the way I like it. Then I put your prick
back in me and rode you to an orgasm that made you pass
out again. We had two long, hot busy nights."
"But why me?" I gasped.
"Why you?" she laughed. "Because I needed to get fucked
and you were handy," she grinned. "What better reason
could a horny woman have for sneaking into the bed of a
sleeping man and making love to him all night. Look at
me, David. You should be able to tell that a woman
with big tits and hips like mine has been used to
getting lots of sex all her life. I developed early.
At thirteen I was jail bait and dying to get laid. I
put the move on my older sister's 16 year old boyfriend
in the back seat of his car. I told him he could play
with my tits the way I had seen him try to do with my
timid sister. But I wasn't timid. While he fumbled
inexpertly, I unzipped his pants and worked on his cock
until he was hard. I had to show him how to put it in
me, but I got fucked three times that night and I
haven't stopped since."
"For the last thirty-five years, I've almost never
spent a night with an empty pussy," she continued,
proudly. "I've had scores of lovers putting their
cocks between my legs to try to keep me satisfied. My
third husband was the best, putting it to me several
time a day! He should have told me about his heat
condition, I would have gone easier on him. But, rest
his soul, he died happy. Since then, I haven't been
able to get screwed nearly often enough. Oh, I seduced
the parson who came over to offer sympathy, and I have
gone down on a couple of patients at the hospital, but
it had been too long since I had a regular supply of
prick for my cunt. I was going crazy from the dearth of
man-meat!"
"Then, a few nights ago, I caught a glimpse of you
through your bedroom window, undressing. I felt my
panties get wet and the revelation came. 'Look at all
that hard young prick right next door and going to
waste tonight!' I said to myself, ruefully. 'There is
the tool that could solve your pussy's problems for
good. Seduce the owner of that baby, give him a really
good lay, and you can make him stick it up in you
anytime you need it. I got so horny lying therein bed
drinking and dreaming about holding you naked in my
arms with your long thick prick snaking all the way
into me, I had to use my dildo to get some relief."
"So when I saw you ogling my tits and ass that morning,
it told me you were my pigeon. I knew you would be
thinking about me, fantasizing about sucking my big
tits, dreaming of my going down on you with my big ass.
All I had to do was get in bed with you just one night
and I could make you like it so much I'd turn you into
my private fucking machine! And now I have what I
need. Your hard young prick is going to solve my
pussy's entire problem. And I am going to make sure
you enjoy pleasing me."
"Mrs. Archer!" I exclaimed, flabbergasted. "You can't
do ... Oh! ..."
"Hush," she said tenderly and kissed me, taking hold of
my cock and starting to massage it deliciously again.
"I told you to call me Grace, I can make you screw me
any time I want to be screwed. And since I haven't had
you in me for several hours, I want it now! I want to
feel your big, pussy-pleasing prick filling up my cunt
again. Oh look at the hard on you've got lover. This
is too much!" she laughed. "What an easy fuck you are.
What a marvelous cunt pleaser you're going to be! Just
telling you how I seduced you last night got you horny.
You need to get laid all over again."
"Grace, stop!" I pleaded.
"Are you sure you want me to stop?" she grinned as her
hand encircled my penis. "You've got a BIG problem
here. You are showing signs of intense sexual craving,
David. I diagnose this beautiful hard on as an attack
of chronic cunt deficiency. You need a lot more sex
than you've been getting, young man. Fortunately, I can
do something to alleviate your immediate discomfort.
When I see a man in this condition, I prescribe a good
roll in the hay. And the treatment begins by getting
you really hot. I want you to suck my titties."
"Just go to work on my tits again for a few minutes
until they are hard as rocks and my pussy is juiced up
nicely. Then I'll administer a dose of my special
medicine that will give you a short respite from your
craving for sex. But I have to warn you, there is no
permanent cure for a man with your problem. You'll have
to keep coming back to me again and again for
additional treatments."
The languorous power of her hand stroking my prick made
further resistance unthinkable. "Oh, Mrs. ..Oh, Grace,"
I moaned in surrender as I sank into her voluptuous
body. My obedient mouth found her nipples.
"Ah...That's so nice, just the way I like it," she said
shortly, her voice thickening with lust. "You are
sucking your Mistress's titties good, so much better
when you're awake, just like I knew you would. Yes!!
I'm getting such a lovely buzz on. I'm glad your ex-
girlfriends have taught you how to play with a woman's
breasts to make her horny and hungry for your cock. You
really do know how to work a woman's tits. You're
getting me so hot! Turning me on like a pro. Keep it
up, sir! Oh, Lord, do I want it! You've got my cunt
wet and itching for that big pecker of yours. Oh,
shit! I want it now and I want it bad!" Her voice
rose.
"You've got me hot, young man, hot to fuck. And now,
for setting me on fire, you're going to get a big
reward. You get to be the fireman whose big long fire
hose gets to go into my red-hot cunt to extinguish the
blaze. Best of all, you don't have to do a thing. You
get to lie back and let me do all the screwing. You
like it like this. From now on I will take charge of
your sex life and make you love it! It'll be so easy,
David. You like the way I fuck you. Pussy goes
up...and down...up...and down....It's so relaxing,
David. You are going to close your eyes and let me fuck
you...fuck you..."
"NO, Grace," I protested. Indeed, I did love the way
she was turning me on, but I was afraid I was getting
in over my head. Then it came to me! "Grace, what are
you doing? You trying to hypnotize me!"
"I'm not just trying, darling, I'm doing it ... again.
I put you in a light trance the first time after we
made love, night before last, while you were dazed and
vulnerable. Post hypnotic suggestion left you weak and
easy to turn on. Last night, I hardly needed the
scopolamine I slipped into your drink while you went
for ice. I had you in a medium trance even as we
talked. Now you are going under again for me. Each
time I fuck you, it's going to get easier to put you
under my control, the control that you will come to
love. Now hush, baby, and let me continue."
"No, no," I moaned vainly.
"Very good, David. You are fighting me. I want you to
fight me! The more you struggle, the more helpless you
will feel when it feels too good to resist. You are
getting weak, sinking into my power. Close your eyes,
David, and let me fuck you. You're going to fall
asleep in my arms, David. You will fall into a deep
sleep and when you awake, you will need sex ever so
desperately, every few hours, sex you will be able to
get only from me. You will forget all about the little
chickees you used to bring over here. You won't need
or want other women. You'll get all the sex you can
handle from me! I'll keep your prick fully occupied,
David."
"No ... How?" I murmured as I felt myself fade. "I'm a
nurse. I work for a psychiatrist and I have been
trained enough in hypnosis to handle a man like you.
I've got inside your mind. After last night, I
understand your desires completely. I know your
weaknesses and how to take advantage of them. I know
how to turn you on, David, whether you want to be or
not. Like many men, you have a secret desire to be
dominated by a woman. With me, you are going to get
your wish."
"No, Grace, no!" I protested, but more weakly now.
"Yes, domination, my love, my poor horny, weak, baby.
Now just relax while my cunt goes up and down on your
cock and makes you very sleepy. Forget all about last
night and this morning. Forget everything except how
good it feels to let me fuck you ... fuck you ... fuck
you to sleep..."
*****
"It was just like the night before," I found myself
explaining to Dr. Roth, "She rode me to a mind-blowing
orgasm that made me pass out. And that is all I
remember."
"You didn't pass out just from the orgasm," Dr. Roth
commented. "What I've helped you remember her saying
was correct: each time she brought you to climax, she
was putting you into a deeper hypnotic trance, what we
call 'fractionating'. Hypnosis is the way she holds
you in her power until you are thoroughly conditioned.
This sounds like a classic case of seduction and female
domination. I think Grace Archer is well on the way to
putting you in sexual bondage. Horny young men are
particularly vulnerable to falling under the control of
a wily older woman who has kept her figure. She knows
so much about pleasing men, a young guy just doesn't
have a chance."
"Sexual bondage?" I quavered.
"It seems obvious from what you have told me," Dr. Roth
replied. "And from what I know about her. One more
question," she hurried on before I could digest the
implications of this last remark, "Do you still have
relations with other women?"
"No," I admitted. "At first I still thought about
Sarah occasionally, and even wanted to call her. But
Grace was always with me, and there was never an
opportunity to see her. She broke it off eventually,
but it didn't matter. Now I don't have the desire for
anyone else."
"Hmmm. Not even now?" she teased. "Then you are totally
enslaved. Do you know why she choose you as her
...victim?"
I felt my cheeks redden. "Well, she lives next door," I
said, choosing to ignore the implications of her first
question. "I guess I was convenient."
Judith arched her eyebrows. She really did have the
most expressive eyes. "Anything else?"
"She says she likes my prick," I mumbled. In spite of
my hyper-relaxed and responsive state, I found I was
still profoundly embarrassed.
"Oh?" Judith Roth seemed to sit lean a little closer,
more intent. "What does she like about it?" she purred
insinuatingly. "She says..," I gulped. "She says it is
so long and thick. She says she loves the way it goes
deep inside her and fills her pussy up."
"Really?" Judith said with interest. "I think I should
examine this woman pleasing organ of yours ... strictly
for professional reasons, of course."
"Of course, Doctor." My mind spun. Why did she ask
that? Why did I agree? But for the life of me, I could
not think of a single reason why she should not look at
my cock. Well... to tell the truth, I couldn't seem to
think at all. "Do you want me to pull off my pants?"
"Oh, that won't be necessary, David. Just relax, and
let me take care of it. I'll just unbutton you at the
waist..." she grinned, matching action to words,
"...and unzip your fly... and pull down the
trousers.... Oh my! You do look good in shorts," she
said admiringly. "A nice firm belly with strong
muscles." She trailed her fingers lightly down my
abdomen. "And you have a nice BIG bulge there between
your legs where a woman likes to see one," she smirked,
as her hand moved from my lower abdomen to my crotch
again. "I can understand why Ms. Archer was first
attracted to you. Having a man next door with the kind
of equipment you have would make any woman start to
scheme about getting you between her legs."
As Judith said this, she began massaging me more
vigorously. "I'll have to examine this more closely,"
she said as she pulled down my shorts. "Ah, yes!" she
gasped, now visibly excited.
"She says she enjoys it," I managed to say. Judith's
touch was definitely arousing me, and making it
difficult to think or speak coherently.
"I'll bet she does!" Judith agreed. "I see you do have
the equipment to fulfill your neighbor's sexual needs.
That old she-goat is actually quite fortunate. The
mature woman, you know, is at the height of her
sexuality. She has intense desires for sex and she
needs frequent and vigorous intercourse to keep her
cravings under control. Men her own age are past their
sexual peak and can't give her enough sex to satisfy
her, so naturally she turns to younger men for the
physical love she requires. Your youth, and strength,
and size, and vigor must please her very well."
"Oh, yes. She brays and screams uncontrollably when we
have sex," I murmured. "Of course she does. How many
times a night does she get you to service her?"
"I don't really know," I admitted. "After the first
time, I'm in sort of a fog. She sort of half wakes me
up and makes me suck her tits. I think this gets me
hard, and she rides me again."
"Yes, of course. She is still aroused after her first
orgasm, and doesn't need any more foreplay. She just
wants more of you and another climax." Judith now began
directly stroking my penis. "Let me see how responsive
you are." Within seconds her gentle but insistent touch
had given me a full erection. "Just as I supposed,"
Judith said smugly. "You are aroused easily. Why you
are getting an erection right now. You are clearly an
over-sexed young man, too easy to turn on for your own
good. Grace Archer makes you want it and uses your need
to control you. You are in big trouble. You can never
get free from a witch like that without help."
"Can you help me, doctor?" I begged.
"I believe I can," she answered. "But it will require a
long series of treatments. This lecherous woman has
you almost totally in her control. She has twisted
your sex drive so that you crave domination. You need
to be under a woman's control in order to have sex.
Loosening the powerful grip she has on your mind won't
be easy, but I believe I can help you if you are
willing to start right away."
"Please do, doctor," I begged her. "Will the treatments
be difficult?"
"It will take time," Judith asserted. "but I will
succeed if you'll just let me have my way with you."
"But will the treatment be painful?" I asked in
trepidation.
"Oh, no! In fact, I'll see to it that you will enjoy
them very much. Just close your eyes and relax. This
doesn't hurt, does it?" she asked and began to work my
prick still more vigorously.
"Ahhh...no, doctor," I moaned. "In fact it feels
wonderful...but...you are making me feel so...so horny.
If you keep that up, you will make me ... want ....
Well, I won't be able to control myself. I'm starting
to want to be fucked. You're making me want to fuck
you, just like she does ... but you're my
*doctor*...What will I *do*?"
"Don't worry, David. It happens fairly frequently to
men who come to see me. A man lies there on that couch
and looks up at my breasts, or peeks up under my skirt,
and it is natural for him to start becoming aroused. It
is dark in here and he knows he is alone with me. He
feels weak and vulnerable. He knows how easily I could
seduce him and no one would know. He begins to
fantasize about my taking advantage of him."
"Many men, in fact, get turned on just thinking about
having a powerful, sexy woman like their doctor make
them have sex. It's easy to see when a man wants to be
seduced. If he's cute, and looks like he has the right
stuff to make it fun for me, too, then I provoke him
until he's panting with lust. Then before he knows what
has happened, I hike up my skirt, climb on him, and
give him some relief. Of course, I usually have to
charge double for sessions in which I provide such
'special' service," she grinned. "Many men come to me
for no other reason. They enjoy having a masterful
woman put them down and fuck them silly."
"In your case, however, turning you on is actually the
beginning of your therapy," Judith asserted. Then she
stood up. "I want you to watch me carefully while I
strip," she instructed, removing her jacket and
beginning to unfasten her blouse. "Seeing me in bra
and panties will arouse you intensely, David. You are
going to become very excited, and then I am going to
screw you ... really good. Having intercourse with me
is the beginning of your treatment."
"But Doctor," I protested weakly. "This is just what
Grace does to make me fuck her!"
"Of course she does," she replied. "All woman do the
same things to men when we want them to fuck them.
There haven't been any new ways of turning a man on
invented recently," she chuckled, as she finished
opening her blouse and pulled it free of the waistband
of her skirt.
"But why do you have to fuck me?" I pleaded.
"To free you from Grace's shackles," Judith explained,
"I must take stronger control of your mind than she
has." She slipped off her blouse and draped it
languidly over the chair. My eyes were riveted to her
voluptuous figure. "I will put you in a hypnotic
trance that will make you do anything I say."
"I won't let you do that, Doctor," I objected.
"Yes, you will, David. I am going to use a drug on you
that will destroy your mind's defenses against my
control, and so permit me to help you. It is a powerful
drug that will put you to sleep, into a deep sleep,"
she explained as she loosened her skirt and let it fall
to the floor. She paused and struck a pose, her thumbs
thrust under the waist band of her panties. "Shall I
start giving you your medicine?" she asked ,coyly.
"I don't know, doctor," I gasped. I seemed to have
some trouble breathing while looking at her. "Is it a
new and dangerous drug?"
"Oh, new it is not," Judith laughed. "Women have been
using it to make men succumb for eons. It is
dangerous, however. Men know and fear its power." As
she spoke, she slowly drew her panties down and stepped
out of them. "It is a drug which can become a habit, a
drug that can make a man a slave to the woman who gives
it to him." She moved nearer to the couch, swaying in
rhythm to her voice, which had become a low sing-song
chant. "But when a woman offers him a dose, he can't
help taking it. Men let women drug them because they
enjoy too much the way we administer it," she grinned
as she crawled on top of me.
"We give you the drug with our pussies, David," she
intoned slowly, sensuously and rhythmically. "We
secrete a mind controlling hormone from between our
legs. It seeps in through your penis when it
penetrates into my cunt," she continued as she slid my
prick into her pussy. "It gets into your blood and
flows to your brain," she whispered and began to ride
me. "It makes you do what I say. You *like* this drug,
David. You will come back for it again and again.
When I finish making love to you, you will want me more
than you want Grace Archer."
A suspicion began to creep into my befuddled mind.
"But then I'll still be in bondage, only to you rather
than her?"
"That's her problem," Judith dismissed my question,
without changing the tone or cadence of her voice.
"Soon you will hardly remember her name, but **I**
will have a hard-dicked young lover. After all, I am a
mature woman just like Grace. I, too, have a voracious
sexual appetite, which nice young prick can help
satisfy."
"But Doctor," I whispered in feeble protest
"You...tricked...me!"
"'All's fair in love and war,' my pet, and this is
both. Besides, I don't believe you are so sorry I
tricked you. Look at the shape of the woman you're
going to be getting," she continued, caressing her
ample curves as she rocked back and forth on top of me
to the primeval beat.
"From the moment you came in I could see you were weak
and vulnerable, but scrumptious, an ideal target for a
dominant woman. It was only a matter of time before
one found you. Some are truly evil; Grace is not the
worst. But don't worry, my darling. I'm going to take
good care of my big boy. One of those bad women could
hurt you if Mommy doesn't protect you. But from now on
this beautiful prick of yours will be safe with me. I
have a soft warm place in me to keep you safe and
happy. Starting now, you'll be MY big boy!"
Judith totally dominated my sensory universe. I could
see only her, hear only her voice, feel only her body
astride mine, her pussy devouring my cock. "You will
loose desire for your neighbor, for any other woman,
David. From now on you fuck only me ... only me..."
She began riding me faster, more insistently. "No other
woman can make you come. Your orgasm belongs to Me!
Surrender, darling, surrender it to ME!"
I must have had a huge smile on my face when I erupted
inside her and sank into that soft dark world of
nothingness.
To be continued in Chapter 3: All My problems Solved?
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