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Author's Notes: Usual crap about how you shouldn't read this if you're not supposed to. Based on an old minipulated series I saw a while back taken a new way. Check it out.
As a clinical psychiatrist Monty Jennings was used to an interesting selection of clientele, especially from his celebrity clients. Every now and then, he met one client in particular that appealed to him in a very special way.
Tara Reid was one client. The blonde starlet of movies like "American Pie" had decided to see Monty to get over the pressure and nervousness about her upcoming nuptials to Carson Daly and hoped he would be able to help her. Monty had agreed, although his idea of therapy was much different than what Tara would have imagined.
She was seated in his office, wearing a nice white dress, long blond hair framing her smiling face. Monty was seated before her, taking a long look at her on the plush chair. "I really hope you can help me with this, Doctor," Tara said. "I mean, the pressure is a lot bigger than I thought it'd be with the wedding and the media attention and all. I hope you can make it a little easier to handle."
"Oh, don't worry, Tara," Monty smiled. "Rest assured that before long the wedding will be the furthest thing from your mind. We've done pretty well so far so right now I want to try a relaxation technique, something I think can help you out a lot in the future, something you may even be able to do at home. Care to try it?"
"You're the doc," Tara shrugged. "What do I need to do?"
"All you need to do is sit back and relax," Monty said, watching as Tara did so, reclining the seat a bit so she could look up at Monty, who sat next to her on a seat.
Monty held up a pointed crystal on a chain above Tara's eyes. "Just look at the crystal, Tara, just keep your focus on the crystal, just look right at the crystal, Tara, just look at the crystal. As you do, you'll feel yourself becoming very relaxed, Tara, you will feel yourself becoming very relaxed as you watch the crystal, just look deeper and deeper into the crystal, Tara, just trust me and look deep into the crystal and relax, Tara, just look deeply into the crystal and relax more and more, relax more and more, Tara, relax more and more as you look deeper and deeper into the crystal, relax as you look into the crystal."
Tara's eyes were becoming glazed as she stared deeper into the crystal, feeling herself growing more and more tired as she stared up at the crystal, Monty's voice leading her deeper and deeper into a relaxed state as she continued to stare into the shiny crystal.
"You're feeling sleepy now, Tara, you're feeling very sleepy," Monty's voice droned on. "You feel so very, very sleepy, Tara, you feel so very sleepy, so very, very sleepy, Tara, so very sleepy, you're so sleepy now, Tara, you're so sleepy. All you can feel now is your sleepy body and sleepy mind and your eyes are so sleepy, Tara, your eyes are so sleepy and you want to close them now, Tara, you want to close your tired eyes and sleep, Tara, you want to sleep deeply, Tara, you want to sleep deeply. Go to sleep, Tara, go to sleep."
Tara's eyes slammed shut and she slumped in the chair as she fell into a trance state. Monty lowered the pendant as he smiled at her sleeping form. "Listen to my voice, Tara," he said. "You trust me now, Tara, you trust me now and you will do what I say, Tara, you will do as I say."
"As you say......" Tara moaned.
"You will do everything I tell you, Tara."
"Everything....."
"You will now call me Master, Tara."
"Yes.....Master......"
Monty nodded as he started to undress. "Take off all your clothes, Tara."
In a few moments, Monty was taking in Tara's naked body, her full and firm breasts ready, her blond bush ready for his touch. Monty moved forward, pushing his face into Tara's pussy and started to lick at it, his tongue sliding in and out of it easily.
"Oh, god....." Tara moaned, her hands moving to her breasts, squeezing them together as Monty kept on licking at her, sliding his tongue all around her clit and turning Tara on as he did. "Oh, please, faster," Tara moaned. "Faster, Master, please, please."
Monty was able to oblige, lapping away at Tara's clit, loving how her juices were falling onto his tongue so easily. He kept right at it, driving his tongue deeper and deeper into her, igniting her arousal. "Oh, god, Master," Tara moaned. "I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm COMING!"
she shrieked as she let herself go onto Monty's face in an incredible orgasm. Monty came up and pushed Tara off the seat, then sat down himself, his cock hard and ready. "Mount me, Tara."
"Yes, Master," the hypnotized actress replied, moving up to mount herself onto his rod and immediately beginning to rock onto Monty, her breasts bouncing with every move forward on his rod. Monty moved his hands to her ass, holding it and squeezing it as she rocked on him. "Yeah, that's it," Monty grunted. "Come down, let me lick those tits."
"Yes, Master," Tara said, moving down and letting Monty take her breasts onto his face, licking the curves and then her nipples, suckling on them as she worked herself on his rod, loving how he kept on squeezing her ass as she did. "Oh, Master," Tara groaned. "Oh, Master, yes! Yes! Yes, Master, YES!"
"Get ready," Monty hissed through a mouth of nipple. "Get ready, here it comes, here it COMES!" He shot his wad into her, shaking her body onto him as she came. "OH MASTER!" she shrieked in absolute pleasure.
"Suck my cock, Tara," Monty said.
"Yes, Master," Tara said as she moved down and took his rod in her mouth.
She began to suck on it, running her mouth up and down his shaft.
"Oh, just like that," Monty muttered. "Harder like that. Now, Tara, when I come in your mouth, you will belong to me totally. You will be....ah!.....mine, Tara, totally mine. You will break off with Carson, I'm the...uh..... possessive type, you see. You will go about your life as....ugh!.....as normal but you will always be mine.....Yes, just like that, bitch......you will always be mine, Tara, always mine, always MINEEEEEEE!"
Monty shot his load into Tara's mouth and as she swallowed every drop, Tara immediately recognized him as her Master. For Monty, it was another fine addition to his harem of slaves that would always pleasure him at any time. And his father had said psychiatry wouldn't lead him anywhere.
THE END
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