Author's Notes: Don't read this if you're under 18 and don't try this at home. Enjoy.
Jennifer Love-Hewitt tapped her foot impatiently. She wasn't sure about this. For the last few weeks, she'd been tired and irritable. She hadn't gotten much sleep, her temper was short and she felt lackluster. Maybe all the TV and movie filming was getting to her. Whatever, she was desperate to break out of this funk. A friend had told her about a therapist who did wonders for her kind of problems and his price seemed remarkably cheap. With few other options, Jennifer decided to take it. She was sitting in his living room at this moment. Doug worked out of his home, a comfortable house in the hills, not quite fancy enough to be called a mansion but spacious nonetheless. Doug had been a nice enough guy. He was in his thirties with a great smile, easygoing features and manners and short blond hair. He wasn't bad-looking, which didn't hurt the way he got people to trust him. He and Jennifer had chatted briefly about her problem until he told her he had a way to help her immediately, after which he went into another room.
When Doug returned, he was carrying what appeared to be a lamp. Instead of a bulb at the top, there was a strange sphere with lenses covering it. "This helps put you in the right mood for treatment," Doug said. He hurriedly closed the blinds, darkening the room before instructing Jennifer to sit in a comfortable reclining chair. He placed the lamp in front of her. "All right, Jennifer, just get as comfortable as you can and watch," Doug instructed as he hit the switch.
The sphere began spinning, the lenses on it blinking on and off with lights, flashes of blue, green and red reflected into Jennifer's eyes. "Keep a close eye on the lights, Jennifer," Doug instructed. "Keep watching the lights. Let the lights guide you into a nice, relaxing state. See the lights twirl and flash in patterns, ever-changing, ever-moving. Try to follow them, Jennifer, watch them carefully. Watch them."
Doug's words droned into Jennifer's ears. Her eyes were glued to the flashing lights, the whirlwind patterns too fast for her to follow. The combination of the spinning lights and Doug's soft voice soon began to have its effect. Jennifer's eyes drooped as she began to fall into a deep hypnotic state. She began to blink under the lights' flashes, her eyes staying closed longer with each blink. Finally, they shut as her head fell back against the chair. Her body slumped in the seat, the lights still flashing against her now entranced form.
Doug was surprised at how quickly and easily Jennifer had been entranced but he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. No woman had been able to resist the specially programmed sphere. Now that she was under, Jennifer was totally in his power.
"Jennifer, can you hear me?"
"Yes," she said softly.
"Jennifer, do you feel very good?"
"Yes, I do."
"Good. Jennifer, do you want to continue to feel this good?"
"Very well then, Jennifer. Take off your dress." Jennifer slowly obeyed, pulling the straps off and shuffling her dress down her body without leaving her seat. She wore green underwear, the bra barely managing to hold in her breasts. "Jennifer, if you want to continue to feel good, you must do everything I say," Doug said. "Now open your eyes, but remain deeply relaxed. Follow me." Doug led her to the bathroom, stripping as he went. He was totally naked by the time they reached the shower. He turned on the water and waited for it to get to the right temperature. He turned and faced the blank-faced Jennifer.
"We're going to take a shower together, Jennifer. So, take off your clothes." Jennifer unsnapped her bra and let it fall. Her breasts dropped free. They were magnificent, large and round, with huge nipples. Doug barely noticed the patch between her legs, he was so fascinated by her breasts. He took her by the hand and pulled her into the shower.
It was large enough for four people, so the two had plenty of room. Doug approached Jennifer from behind, his hard cock, touching the back of her leg. He took a bar of soap in one hand and reached around Jennifer. He began to rub the soap over her breasts, rubbing the mounds as he did so. He could feel Jennifer begin to respond, her hands moving over her lower lips. He knew she was beginning to touch herself and increased his massaging motions. Jennifer moaned as she felt her skin begin to come alive under the touch of water and soap.
Doug gave her breasts one final rub, then turned Jennifer around. He brought her into a hot and heavy kiss, surprised again by how well Jennifer reacted and answered him in kind, wrapping their tongues together. He pulled her smaller form up, embracing her tight, her breasts squeezed against his chest. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he pushed her into a wall, his cock already pumping in and out of her. She moaned in pleasure as she felt him go to work inside of her, the water pouring down on them both as they made love. She tightened her thighs against him as they orgasmed, their juices washed away by the pouring water.
A few minutes later, they were on the bed, neither caring that they were wet. Doug was on his back with Jennifer riding him like crazy. The wild look on her face, her long dark hair hanging in wet strands around her, her tits bouncing as she thrusted back and forth on his rod and the fact that she was completely under his control was giving Doug more sexual energy than he had expected. He squeezed her breasts in his hands, gripping them as she pulled back and forth. He came again and again, each one better than the last, each one p roducing a loud cry from Jennifer.
Jennifer fell into a deep sleep on top of him. She would wake up at home with no memory of the evening. Her restlessness would vanish and she would find herself more alert and ready. And, on certain nights, she would return to the man who made that possible to give him his just reward.