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The Couch - Part Fourteen |
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By Dirk Vincento
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“I’d like to start today’s session by discussing the experience you recalled while under hypnosis the last time we got together. I think what happened to you with your mother in the bathtub is at the heart of your obsession.” Brian began fidgeting nervously with his hands in his lap. His gaze was fixed on the floor. “I don’t want you to worry,” Dr. Brandt said, noticing Brian’s hesitation. “I know it’s hard, but we’ll go slow. And I want you to remember that we can stop at any time if you feel uncomfortable.” Brian looked up and managed a weak smile that said Dr. Brandt’s words had succeeded in reassuring him at least a little. “Alright then,” she continued, taking Brian’s smile as a signal that it was alright to move forward, “I want you to start by remembering the bathtub. Try to visualize the scene in your mind as clearly as possible. Try to recall as many details as you can, like the feel of the water and the smell of the room. Can you see yourself sitting in the tub?” “Yes.” “Do you remember what you were feeling?” “Nervous, mostly.” “Nervous about your mother coming in to clean you?” “Yes.” “Because you’re afraid that she’s going to touch you in a way that will make you uncomfortable?” “Yes.” “That’s good, Brian. You’re doing fine.” Brian responded with a deep sigh. “Now then, while recalling the scene under hypnosis, you appeared to become quite fixated on your mother’s breasts. Do you remember that?” “Yes,” Brian answered, his cheeks flushing slightly. “Do you ever remember noticing her breasts before the bathroom incidents began?” Brian’s face turned a slightly deeper shade of red. “Well, I’d noticed them. I mean, she was my mother and . . . they were very big.” “It’s alright.” Dr. Brandt’s tone was warm and comforting. “We’re just probing here. Now what about breasts in general?” “What do you mean?” “Were you attracted to women’s breasts, other than your mother’s?” “Well at that age, it’s hard to remember. But I suppose it’s possible. I don’t . . . ” “That’s alright. I’m just trying to get a sense of things.” “I understand,” Brian said, sounding relieved. “I can appreciate that this must have been a very upsetting experience for you, especially at such a young age.” “To be honest, before last week I can’t remember the last time I thought about it. It’s like I’d erased it from my mind. But what I’ve learned from both you and Dr. Hasslett is that the things you think you’ve forgotten can still have a big effect on you.” “Exactly,” Dr. Brandt agreed. “And I think this is a perfect example of that principle at work. What’s more, research has shown that the more traumatic or upsetting an experience in your past has been, the more likely you are to bury any memory of it deep in your subconscious.” “It’s quite a shock to discover that you’ve had that kind of an experience simmering inside you below the surface for so many years,” Brian commented. Dr. Brandt leaned ahead in her chair and for the first time during this session, Brian glanced at her bosom as it thrust forward. “So let’s take a look at this scenario. We have a young boy sitting in a bathtub, waiting for his mother and feeling nervous because he’s afraid that she’ll touch his genitals when she washes him.” Dr. Brandt looked directly at Brian and held his gaze. Her expression was both serious and inquisitive. “I’m just wondering what you were doing to make your mother think that it would be alright to touch you that way.” For a split second, Brian turned white as a ghost and then his cheeks flushed hard, turning beet red. “I’m sorry. I don’t . . . ” “I think it’s fair to assume that your mother wouldn’t try to fondle your genitals unless you had done something to give her the idea that you wanted her to.” “I thought . . . ” “You thought she was responsible for what happened. I think it’s about time you started taking some responsibility.” Brian’s mouth fell open but no words came out. Dr. Brandt could see that he was shaking visibly. “It looks to me like what we have is a dirty little boy who likes to ogle his mother’s bosom while she fondles him.” “Dr. Brandt, please. I can’t . . . ” “I think you’d better! Just the fact that your mother became very upset and ran out of the room when she noticed your bathing suit and realized how you were interpreting her actions is enough to tell me that her mind was in the right place.” “But, I was trying to stop her.” Dr. Brandt could hear in Brian’s words that he was on the verge of tears. “So you claim. But it’s a very simple principle that we are all attracted by pleasure and repelled by pain. Do you really think you would have spent your life pursuing large breasted women if you hadn’t enjoyed what happened in that bathroom with your mother?” “But . . . I didn’t want it.” “Didn’t you? I have a hard time believing that. You can try to fool yourself, but don’t think for a minute that you’re fooling me. At this point, I think your pattern of behavior is quite clear. Tell me, what kind of dirty thoughts have you been having since we started meeting? Don’t think I haven’t noticed you staring at my chest, undressing me with your eyes.” Years of training had taught her about the power therapists wielded over their patients, the ease with which they could be manipulated and controlled. And still she felt a sense of wonder as Brian began to cry, individual tears silently running down his face. “Can we stop now? You said we could stop if I felt uncomfortable.” Amanda watched Brian as he began to squirm in his chair. She could see that he was right on the edge. Just one more push and his mind would start to splinter, falling into little pieces as it found itself confronted with too much, too quickly. His expression made him look more like the frightened little boy in the bathtub than the grown man in a therapist’s office that he really was. A wave of compassion came over her and for an instant she considered backing off, but her breasts would have none of it. They had been suppressed for too long, cut off from the pleasure they knew they were capable of and denied the sensuous bliss that they felt was rightfully theirs. Now that they were on the verge of feeling their power crush this helpless man before them, there was no way they were going to stop now. Amanda felt her own mind swoon under the pleasure they sent surging through her body. The erotic tingling covered her skin and urged her on. “This is no time to turn and run,” Amanda heard herself insisting. “If you want to deal with your problems, you’re going to have to face them eventually.” A mix of fear and panic spread across Brian’s face as he realized that there would be no easy way out. His expression sent another satisfied wave of pleasure rippling through Amanda’s body. It started deep in her breasts and radiated out in powerful tingling pulses that made her nipples sizzle and the inside of her pussy throb. It was clear that after years of being deprived, her breasts wanted more than just pleasure. They wanted revenge. “I’m your doctor and it’s important that you trust me. I’m only here to help you.” She could see that her words were making Brian feel even more vulnerable and afraid. “Now, I want you to look at my breasts and tell me what you feel.” Amanda arched her back, pushing her shoulders back and thrusting her chest forward. Her bosom formed two incredible mounds that stretched her sweater to its limit. Brian’s eyes fell to them helplessly, the sight before him triggering an avalanche of irresistible sensations that he knew all too well. Amanda watched and knew that from this point on, he was hers for the taking. “How does looking at them make you feel, Brian? Do you have an erection?” Brian’s face flushed. “Touch yourself and tell me if you’re hard.” Brian hesitated. “If your therapy is going to be effective, it’s imperative that you cooperate,” Amanda insisted. “Now do as you’re told. Touch yourself and tell me if your cock is hard.” Slowly Brian placed his hand on his crotch. “Is it hard?” “Yes,” Brian whispered. “Speak up! I can’t hear you.” “Yes,” he repeated. “Take it out and show me.” Brian’s eyes grew wide with disbelief. “Dr. Brandt, I can’t . . . ” “Brian, I’m not going to tell you again. If you aren’t going to cooperate, then you’re just wasting my time. I’m your therapist. Now stop acting like a child, take out your penis and show me if it’s hard.” Brian’s hands were shaking as he unzipped his fly, reached in and pulled out his erection. He looked up, his face red with embarrassment. Sitting there with his genitals exposed made him look even more helpless and vulnerable. Amanda watched while her breasts rewarded her with another warm rush of pleasure. “That’s very good, Brian. Now keep watching my breasts and tell me what you feel.” Amanda brought her hands up over the sides of her bosom, sliding her palms across her endless curves and pressing her two huge mounds together. “Do they make you want to touch yourself?” Brian nodded, his eyes never leaving Amanda’s breasts or the sight of her hands caressing them. “Do they make you want to touch yourself now?” Brian nodded again. “I want you to try to resist. Put your hands on your thighs and keep them there . . . no matter what happens.” Brian placed his hands on his legs with the exposed length of his shaft standing at attention between them. Amanda stood up and moved toward him. “Can you still see yourself in the bathtub?” “Yes,” Brian answered, his voice quivering. “You can feel the water?” “Yes.” “You can smell the bubbles?” “Yes.” “Your mother is coming to wash you again. She’s coming to touch you again. I want you to feel the fear. I want you to be afraid because you know what she’s going to do. Only this time, there’s no bathing suit to protect you, no bubbles to hide the proof that your mind is filled with dirty little thoughts.” Amanda moved closer. “Can you feel it, Brian? Can you feel the fear?” “Yes.” “Keep looking at my breasts. Don’t take your eyes off them. Let the pleasure they give take hold of you. Let yourself want them. Let yourself crave them.” Brian let out a low moan as his erection grew noticeably larger. “I’m going to wash you now, just like your mother did - touch you, just like your mother did. And I want you to look at my breasts the same way you looked at hers. I want you to feel what you felt while you were watching them, remember how big they looked resting on the side of the tub while her hands were on you, feel their irresistible power . . . because I am your mother and these are her breasts.” As she spoke, Amanda leaned over and began to stroke Brian’s cock. Her fingertips ran along its length, softly at first, teasing his sensitive skin. Then she took hold of it more firmly and stroked it with her hand. “It feels good, doesn’t it?” Brian moaned. “You like it, don’t you?” “Please. Please don’t make me . . . ” Amanda slid her hand deeper and grasped Brian’s balls, squeezing them gently. As she reached into his crotch, her bosom pressed against his face, forcing his head to sink into the soft flesh. Her breasts tingled with approval as they devoured him. “Is this how she washed you,” she asked teasingly. “Is this how it felt when she touched you?” Brian’s response was muffled by Amanda’s chest. She leaned harder against him, pushing him even deeper into they valley between the enormous mounds of her bosom. “You wanted to bury your face in her tits just like this, didn’t you?” Brian let out another muffles groan. “Do you feel the fear? Do you feel the pleasure? Do you feel my breasts taking control? I want you to feel it all. I want you to remember everything!” Amanda brought her hand to her mouth and wet her palm with her tongue. “There. Now it really feels like I’m washing it, doesn’t it?” she teased, her hand returning to his cock and covering it with the wetness from her mouth. “No!” Brian cried. “You wanted to bury your face in her tits while she stroked your cock. You wanted to feel her soft bosom pressed against your face while she stroked you until she made you come, didn’t you?” “Oh God . . . ” “You did, didn’t you?” “Please, don’t make me say it.” “Admit it!” Amanda’s hand moved faster along the length of Brian’s shaft, the wetness from her palm now joined by the thick clear lubricant that was oozing from the tip of his erection. She placed her other hand on the back of his head and pressed him deeper into her bosom. “Listen to me, Brian. I’m your doctor. It’s very important that you say it. You have to face the feelings that are inside you. Now admit the truth!” Amanda felt Brian’s body slacken and she knew that the last of his strength was gone. Her breasts rewarded her with even more pleasure, pleasure that also assured them she would never deny them again. “Yes!” Brian screamed, his words almost lost amongst his sobs. “I like it! I love it! I want it! Your breasts make me crazy! I can’t resist them! They make me want to touch myself! They make me want to come!” “Then do it,” Amanda insisted, letting go of Brian’s cock and forcing his head into her bosom with both hands. With the franticness of a madman, Brian grabbed for his erection and began to masturbate uncontrollably. Amanda looked down and watched this broken man humiliate himself helplessly, knowing that this was only the beginning and when she was done with him he would never be the same. “That’s a good boy,” she purred, stroking the back of his head while his body convulsed violently, the orgasm that was ravaging him having taken complete control. “That’s my baby. That’s . . .
17 . . . a good boy.” Tia woke up at the sound of Amanda’s voice, crossed the bed and sniffed her lips as they moved. The words held no meaning to her, but their soothing tone was pleasing and she started to purr gently before curling up and going back to sleep.
18 “Mr. Peterson has arrived,” Mrs. Mc Nabb’s voice announced from the intercom. ` “Send him in.” Amanda got up from her desk and fastened her blazer. It was a gesture she had performed countless times, but today it felt awkward and self-conscious. But then, everything had seemed somewhat unnatural since she woke up this morning with the memory of her dream still lingering vividly in her mind - the same dream that had helped her realize just exactly what it was she had to do. She stepped out from behind her desk just as the door to her office opened. “Brian, come in and sit down,” she said, finding herself having to make a conscious effort to keep her voice steady. She took a deep breath, hoping that it would calm her. They sat down and looked at each other, the silence between them lasting just long enough to become awkward. Brian was obviously feeling a little uncertain about how things would proceed after the emotional conclusion to the last session. For her part, Amanda couldn’t remember ever having been this nervous facing a patient and she strongly suspected, considering the task before her, that she might never feel this kind of apprehension again. “How have you been?” she asked, more to break the silence than anything else. “Fine,” Brian answered. “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking since last week. I guess you could say the things we’ve been discussing leave a fella with quite a bit to reflect on. I can’t say that I’ve come to any conclusions. In fact, I’m not entirely sure where we’re going to go from here.” “Actually, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about,” Amanda said, realizing that the moment of truth had arrived. She cleared her throat before proceeding. “There’s really no easy way to say this, so I’ll just get to the point. I’m afraid I won’t be able to carry on as your therapist.” “I’m sorry, I don’t understand.” Amanda was embarrassed to think that part of her had actually hoped Brian would have seen this coming, understood completely and spared her the need to offer an explanation. But she knew now that those thoughts had only been wishful thinking. The tone of surprise in his voice and the look of astonishment on his face made it quite clear that he hadn’t expected it at all. Another awkward silence hung in the air while Amanda struggled to find the right words. “I want to start by saying that I feel terrible about this. I know your work with Dr. Hasslett was cut off abruptly, and the thought of having to stop in the middle of what we’ve been doing must seem unfair. But . . . how can I . . . I should start by saying that when I first read your file, I was apprehensive. I had questions as to whether or not it would be appropriate for me to work with you as your therapist, considering that your problems revolve around an obsession with large breasted women and I . . . ” “ . . . have big breasts,” Brian helped her. “Yes, in a nutshell.” Amanda sighed, feeling (hoping) that the worst of it was over. “I took the case because I believed that my ability as a therapist and my, umm . . . attributes as a woman, were two separate issues that shouldn’t conflict with each other at all. However, at this point, I’m not entirely sure that’s the case.” “I’d be lying if I said that I hadn’t noticed your . . . that you have . . . but I didn’t think it was a real problem.” “And I do want to say that you’ve handled yourself admirably. But . . . oh my, this is very embarrassing. You’re not the one who’s been having trouble dealing with the situation. I’ve had to come to terms with the fact that I have issues of my own that need to be resolved. That’s not something that’s easy to admit, and it’s certainly not anything I would discuss with a client under normal circumstances, but I felt you deserved an explanation.” Brian was listening closely, the implications of what Amanda was saying only now beginning to creep into his mind. Without thinking, he looked down at her chest and wondered what his attraction to her bosom had made her feel. The idea that his obsession with large breasted women had evoked an emotional response from her made his stomach flutter. Amanda noticed where Brian was looking and blushed. Feeling his eyes on her made her tingle. The gentle pleasure made her think of her dream. She remembered the incredible sensation of her breasts coming to life and taking hold of her in their irresistible grip. She remembered the intensity of their hunger. Take him now! You could have him so easily. “I can supply you with a list of names of other therapists, if you’d like,” she blurted, trying to break the spell that seemed to be mesmerizing both of them. Brian looked up and met Amanda’s gaze. “I’ll have to take some time and think about it. I’m not really sure what I want to do.” There eyes were locked, carrying on a silent conversation of their own. “I understand completely. If you decide that you’d like the names, just give us a call.” “Are you sure you won’t reconsider?” Brian heard the words as if spoken by someone else and realized that his obsession was now joining the conversation and had no intention of giving up without a fight. “I’m really very sorry, Brian, but my decision is quite final.” Amanda suddenly felt her breasts pulsating, moving gently as if, like Brian’s obsession, they were awakening and deciding to join the proceedings. For a moment she was afraid that her dream was about to become reality, that her bosom was going to seduce her and coerce her into doing something that she would regret. She rose from her chair, hoping that Brian would follow suit and leave. “I wish you all the best,” she added, extending her hand. “Well, I’m really disappointed,” Brian said, standing up and taking her hand, “but I understand and I appreciate your honesty.” They stood facing each other and for a brief moment, Brian almost gave in to the urge to give Amanda a hug. Instead, he simply squeezed her hand gently, thanked her for all she had done and left.
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