An Overconfident Therapist
"Don't worry, Luci," Doctor Clarke said, a little over an hour ago. "I think half the struggle is over just by finding the courage to admit that you feel powerless to stop yourself from watching these 'brainwashing videos'. You're getting help from a qualified therapist, you're communicating about your problems, and that's going to really help me help you break this cycle of behavior. I suspect the most important step from here is going to be making an acknowledgment that this isn't some kind of sinister hypnotic control, or mysterious power, or anything like that. It's just a fantasy that speaks to your own desires, and that makes it harder to set aside. Why don't I watch one with you? Don't worry, I'm very strong-willed. I won't wind up… ahem… 'horny and masturbating'." She smiled patiently.
"I, uhh… I do see what you mean, Luci," Doctor Clark said, just under fifty minutes ago. "N-not about the hypnosis, of course, I'm not hypnotized at all right now. But there's definitely something very sensual about the images on the screen that make it, um, very compelling to watch. Not like I can't look away, but more like I simply don't want to. It's, um, I could see very easily how you might lose track of time staring at the screen and, uh, just letting everything flow over you. It's quite pleasant. Again, Luci, these are your desires and you can tell it's not affecting me the same way, but, uhh… but yes, I definitely think we should keep going just a little bit longer. Just let it autoplay to the next one. I think we need to drive this point home once and for all." She smiled peacefully.
"My, umm, uhh, uhh, my fingers?" Doctor Clarke mumbled, roughly thirty minutes ago. "No, I, um, I know what my fingers are doing. I'm keeping them well away from my, my, uhhh, my pussy, my cunt, my snatch, my wet holes, I…. Sorry, zoned out for a moment there. You know, you're right, these really are very well put-together. There's something so seamless about the editing, it flows along so smoothly and leads you right from one… one pretty sexy slut to the next, drawing you, um--yes, exactly, Luci, deeper. I can go deeper. N-not into trance. I'm not hypnotized. I can look away whenever I want to. I just… don't want to right now." She smiled vacantly.
"God, you're so wet, Luci," Doctor Clarke moaned, less than ten minutes ago. "N-no, you're right, I… I should stop, but… oh god, I just need to play with a slick pussy so bad right now, need to get my fingers jammed into that tight hot snatch and f-fuck my… my… um, n-no, can't masturbate, that's what weak and horny sluts do, I, I'm not a needy little slut like you, Luci, I'm very strong-willed and--oh, FUCK it feels so good inside you right now. No, you're right, we should stop, this was a mistake, but… but if we just keep watching a little bit longer, I, um, I, um, I…. I need to keep watching, Luci. I need to watch the sexy girls and rub. As soon as you took your skirt off, I knew I had to play with your pretty cunt to make the video happy. H-happy is so… good…." She smiled emptily.
"Obey, must obey," Doctor Clarke whimpers, her dress now up around her waist and both hands preoccupied with fingering. "Must be a good girl, must be hypnotized, must be programmed and mindfucked and--nnnhhhHHH!" Her eyes roll back in her head, but they always return to the screen as she plays with Luci's cunt as well as her own and sinks deeper into brainwashed subjugation. Her mouth is locked into a wide, blank smile now, a perpetual stupefied grin, and she knows that she wants to introduce all her other patients to Luci's very special videos.
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