The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive
Author: Homer Vargas
Story: Judith and Me
(2 of 6)

Judith and Me

Chapter 2: Judith

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.

The doctor may have been ready to see me, 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 a set 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 Roth. I think I'm the victim of the 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 have been giving her money, but I don't remember when or how. I know 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. A projector threw swirling colors onto the ceiling. 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 each time, 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, not at all," 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 or 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 that 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. "Now are you 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!" I gasped.

"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 if your were not." she smiled. "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 will, 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. I have nothing in common with the woman 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. "This is getting interesting. 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 even let her in, I didn't have time," I went on, almost babbling. "Sarah was waiting for me, but when I opened the door, 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 Dr. Roth about sitting on the sofa with Grace, talking with her, 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," I explained.

"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 as Dr. Roth stroked my hand. 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."

"Go on," Judith encouraged.

"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, not about the dream, now, but 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."

"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."

As I spoke, 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. "But how could you fuck me without waking me up?"

"Now 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 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! If he had 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, I knew you were my pigeon. I was sure 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 made sure you would let me in 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 you succumb, 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 worked 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. Many men en her own age are well 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, my friend. 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." I paid no attention to that phrase

"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 at 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 a man 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, David. 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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