Alternative Therapy (closed)

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I sat watching Kim with a facade of detached, clinical interest. As her psychiatric therapist, that was precisely the type of visage that I was supposed to present during a counseling session.

That, however, was far from easy with Kim. Her inherent beauty was hard to ignore. Her jet black hair contrasted with her creamy white skin. Her almond-shaped eyes were a surprisingly bright blue and perched over cheekbones that looked sharp enough to cut glass.

My gaze instinctively wandered south. No matter how many times I saw them, the proud, gorgeous breasts straining against her top never ceased to amaze me. With a cup size hailing from the middle of the alphabet, one would expect them to look ridiculously out of place on her petite frame; yet somehow, Kim's curvaceous form seemed entirely appropriate for her.

Kim's thighs were currently spread in order to facilitate her hands plunging beneath her short skirt. She was currently regaling me with her latest dark sexual fantasy while her fingers drove her to yet another climax.

Despite appearances, this was actually progress. Her parents had sent her to me because she'd been distracted and had difficulty focusing in class. They thought she might have an attention disorder.

The truth was something less obvious. Kim's parents had missed it because they thought their teenage daughter was still a little girl. Kim, however, was a sexually mature young female, albeit with an unusually healthy sexual appetite. Unfortunately, her libido was drastically in need of regular exercise.

Kim's parents had instilled within her a strong moral aversion towards premarital sex. Most teens quickly overcome such taboos in favor of gratification, but Kim was made of sterner stuff. Determined to honor her parents' moral code, she refused to engage in sex with her fellow teens. She even thought it sinful to simulate anything too much like sex even while solo; consequently, she had never used a dildo or other phallic substitute.

Unfortunately, Kim's libido was not readily satisfied by the options she'd left open: vigorous self-stimulation or sitting atop a clothes washer during the spin cycle. The orgasms she achieved in this fashion were too low intensity to provide lasting relief. Consequently, she engaged in the behavior several times a day, which was its own distraction.

Additionally, Kim's guilt over her behavior had begun to manifest some rather dark fantasies. She was presently fascinated with the notion of a strange man forcing her down and aggressively impaling her on his impossibly big --- or at least what her virgin naivete thought was implausibly oversized -- cock. I suspected that her infatuation with rough sex was a further reflection of her repression: Kim subconsciously thought that taking pleasure in such fantasies had to be leavened with punishment, hence her fantasy of being forcibly taken.

My hope was that if she became comfortable expressing her sexuality in a clinical setting, she might let herself engage in such behavior in a personal relationship. Consequently, much of our recent sessions had featured Kim pleasuring herself while detailing her sexual fantasies to me as she was doing now. It seemed be helping; she was far less reticent than she had been.

Unfortunately, this treatment had proven extremely difficult for me. I could feel myself sliding into infatuation with my beautiful patient. I wasn't sure I could hold onto my own ethics at this rate. My own libido was feeling much in need of satisfaction.

I shook my head and tried to focus. "Kim, it's Dr. Idris," I said calmly. When Kim closed her eyes and talked of her fantasies, she sometimes got so lost in her imagination that she forgot I was here. "Tell me what you are thinking about," I instructed, encouraging her to continue. "What is the stranger doing to you?"

 

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Kim Green was, according to her parents, still 6 years old. Or so one would think, given how they treated her. She was their innocent little baby girl, still naive and still unaware of the darker aspects of being an adult. Sex, according to them, being a 'darker' aspect, sadly enough. It was as if they believed that, by sheltering her from sexuality of all but the most innocent sort, they could prevent her from developing any urges of her own.

They were, of course, very wrong. Kim was not a child any longer - at 19 years old, she had just entered into the English literature program at a nearby university. They wouldn't allow her to go too far, afraid of what might happen if they weren't nearby to 'keep her safe.' She lived at home. And while she had done quite an exceptional job keeping them entirely unaware of her deviant desires, that she had to keep them so secret, that she felt so ashamed of them, likely made them worse. Her libido was powerful. So much so that even without the impact of repression, it might have been problematic for her. As it stood, she denied herself sex or even masturbation with anything larger than a finger, fearing what might happen to her precious virginity. The problem was, of course, that she wasn't capable of satisfying such immensely powerful needs that way, and her body craved more. It had gotten to the point where even her parents started noticing her distraction. She'd become terrified that she'd been caught (and, unhelpfully, the taboo of getting caught had only served to push her sex drive even higher), only to find that they simply thought she suffered from ADD. Which was how she'd met Dr Idris.

Perhaps, to any other woman, having a doctor request that his young, lusciously curvy and stunningly beautiful patient get off in front of him might have been a warning sign. Kim, however, had been raised in the sort of household where one didn't question authority - particularly masculine authority. If her doctor said he was only trying to help, she believed him implicitly. It had been a struggle, at first, to get comfortable playing with herself in front of him. After all, despite her conscious attitude of seeing him as doctor first and man second, she couldn't help but be aware that he was an attractive man, and she'd never revealed her desires to anyone in her life before. But, as the sessions progressed, she grew more and more comfortable with him, and she began to reveal more and more of her desires. She hoped that, once they got to the bottom of things, that once he dug into the source of her needs, he might be able to cure her. She had no idea that a completely different idea was forming in the depths of his mind instead.

At the moment, she was in Dr Idris' office, seated in a couch opposite him. Her legs were spread wide, her modest skirt was bunched up around her waist, one hand pushed into her panties while the other pawed at her breasts through her shirt, far too large for her to hold in one small hand. Her middle finger was plunged into a sopping wet pussy, dragging in and out, the whole length of her finger gliding over her clit each time her finger withdrew. She shuddered, struggling to pay attention to Dr Idris' question over her own pleasure. Her eyes opened for a moment, unable to focus but seeking him out. "I-I..." Her voice broke with a moan, and she tried again. "I imagine... I imagine the stranger coming up to me, pinning me against the wall and pinning my hands above my head with one of his, while the other..." She stopped again, whimpering with pleasure. "While the other hand is free to do what he wishes to me. He grabs at my chest a-and..." Her own hand squeezed over one generous breast, her nipples so hard that they were clearly visible poking through both bra and shirt. "And then into my panties..." Her hips jerked. "Ohhh... he knows that I'm wet..."

 

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I could actually feel the moment of no return pass by. As Kim moaned and whined as she tried inefficiently to bring herself to a climax, I had the realization that I'd lost the will to fight temptation any longer. My fear of violating my doctor's oath, of breaking my marital vows, of abiding by societal taboos: none of it mattered enough to stop me anymore.

I glanced down at my lap. I always positioned my chair so that the armrests blocked Kim's view. Seeing the ominous bulge running along my right thigh would definitely have unnerved the naive teen. But my interest in her well-being had ceased to matter. Only my own needs mattered.

I rationalized that this course change was not merely for my own self interest; my own marriage was at stake. As my infatuation with Kim had increased, I'd exercised my stimulated libido with my wife. But Mary was bound to notice that the days my libido was most irrepressible also corresponded to days I had counseling sessions with a busty beauty. I needed another outlet before my wife got suspicious.

"Kim," I intoned in my serious doctor voice, "stop for a moment." I'd waited till she was sufficiently revved up before interrupting. I could always tell: her breasts -- plump with need -- loomed noticeably past her neckline when she was fully engaged.

When her blue eyes settled on mine, I continued. "Kim, our current therapy is helpful, but I think we need to try something else, something more direct, more aggressive. This new method will likely involve some new challenges for you. It will test your limits. It will involve some discomfort. But I know you are capable of handling it. So I need you to trust me and to follow my instructions. "

"First, stand up. Then, because thus new method is more immersive, I need you to strip down to your underwear."

 

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The doctor asked her to stop. She moaned desolately, but immediately did as she was told - it wouldn't do to be disobedient to her doctor, after all. She was soaked, aroused nearly to the point of mindlessness, and gasping with need. Even as he spoke and explained what she was to do next, she was grinding her hips wantonly against the seat.

Her gaze hooded, she forced herself to focus on what he was saying. More direct, more aggressive, he said. She didn't know what he meant, but the words themselves sent a flood of new arousal through her body, teasing another moan from her throat despite her attempts to remain quiet and listen like a good patient.

He asked her to trust him and follow his instructions. With a moment's hesitation, she nodded. "Yes, doctor."

She stood, as demanded, though her legs were shaking from the power of her lust and she wasn't, at first, entirely certain that she'd be able to hold herself up properly. Grasping the arm of the couch, she paused for just a moment to ensure she was balanced and then, only then, did it register what he was asking of her. There was, then, a moment's hesitation. Because this was further than they'd gone before, and while she trusted her doctor, she'd also had it drilled into her head from a very young age that her body needed to be properly covered - especially in front of men. Especially in front of men she found attractive.

But he was her doctor. She trusted him, and he wouldn't ask such a thing unless it were necessary. Innocent, naive Kim still genuinely believed that he had her best interests at heart. She believed he was still doing this for her, rather than to satisfy his craving for her body. She had no idea what was coming. And so, without question, without a word, she began to strip off her clothing.

Her shirt came off first, revealing the creamy pale skin of her trim abdomen by inches. The swell of her breasts strained against the fabric - there were few shirts she could wear that didn't stretch temptingly over them - and she had to pull to free the cloth from them, leaving them bouncing deliciously in a white plain bra as she pull the shirt the rest of the way off over her head and discarded it on the couch behind her. Her skirt came next, though this was easier. A quick unzip and they dropped away. Her soaked panties had already been plenty visible to Dr Idris as she'd been playing with herself. The line of her waist and hips, now unbroken by bunching fabric, was finally visible, and gave way to the generous curve of her ass as she bent over, twisting slightly to grab the skirt and place it next to her top.

Licking her lips, she returned her attention to Dr Idris. "What now, doctor?"

 

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I gestured for Kim to face away from me. Partly thus was because so many of her fantasies involved being approached from behind. Partly this was to avoid her seeing the immense bulge now distending my pants.

I stood behind her, Kim's naked back a few inches from me. "Your current treatment isn't having sufficient results, so I want to try something more direct. This will involve some intimate contact," I cautioned, "so do not be alarmed. Just imagine it is like one of your fantasies."

I slid my right hand around her body along the edge of her ribs. I started just beside her spine and stopped when I reached the center of her abdomen. Her bra-clad breasts brushed against my arm as I held this possessive posture for a few beats.

I then slid my hand south on her torso, feeling her taut abs beneath her skin. I headed slowly and inexorably towards her lower torso till I felt the smooth cotton of her panties beneath my fingers. I didn't hesitate to go lower, till my fingers curled underneath her and her cotton-covered pussy was in my grasp.

 

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Kim turned, as directed, and squirmed with aroused anticipation for whatever treatment the doctor wished to provide. The fact was that her libido was higher than it was when treatment started - she was learning how to deal with it, but the relative freedom she felt regarding engaging with her sex drive now was actually driving her desires higher. She was biting her lip, trying to wait until Dr Idris instructed her to do something, despite a nearly overwhelming desire to go back to touching herself, to get herself off the way she desperately needed.

So focused was she on her own needs that she started at the sound of the doctor's voice, suddenly so close behind her. He said... intimate contact? What...? And then his hand was on her back. She tensed, trembling under his touch. He wasn't even touching any particularly intimate part of her, but singular feeling of a man's warm hand against her bare skin was nearly enough to drive her mad. His fingers were gliding over her ribs, and she moaned softly. His hand slipped down, further, further, and her muscles all went tight once his fingers reached the tops of her panties.

His finger reached the top of her slit and she whimpered, leaning back against his chest and pushing her hips up towards his touch. The heat of a blush began to colour her skin once his hand cupped snugly over her pussy - of course he'd known how wet she was, he could see it through her panties before. Still, it seemed different when he could feel just how readily she soaked through the soft cotton while she spoke to him about her fantasies. "O-oh, doctor..." She hadn't meant to say it aloud, but she was surprised by what he was doing. Some part of her feared what was happening - she shouldn't allow any man to touch her body like this before she was married! "D-doctor..." Her voice was breaking with the intensity of her arousal, despite the guilt threatening to eat away at her for letting him touch her like this. "I... I shouldn't... this isn't... right, is it?"

 

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"This is treatment," I countered. My fingers squeezed gently, applying pressure to the tender flesh. "If you want to make yourself better, you need to do as you are told."

Kim's fantasies often involved a man controlling her -- oftentimes by mere physical force. As her doctor, I didn't think I'd have to resort to such measures; she was used to obeying my instructions.

Still, I had to acknowledge that a part of me wanted to give such an aggressive approach a try. I had the physical height and muscle mass to overpower most women quite easily, but I'd always been taught to hold back -- never to use force. As such, the idea of letting go held a certain novel, illicit appeal.

"Now I want you to close your eyes and focus on the sensation," I instructed. My finger traced the folds of her labia through the fabric of her panties, which were already quite damp. I circled in towards her vagina and teased the entrance with my fingertip.

 

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Of course. She should have known better than to question him. He was the expert here. And with that assurance, her guilt began to release, giving her "permission" to fully enjoy the feeling of a man's hands on her skin. Her hips started grinding against his hand, her head falling back with a moan. She could feel his fingers gliding over her slit, and her hips jerked towards his hand as he traced her opening.

Her whole pussy was throbbing, a fresh flood of arousal soaking her panties again. It was as if she could feel her vagina trying to open for his finger, trying to encourage him inside. "Oh!" Her moans were going desperate - he was teasing her, with her body already so near to the edge and her lust heightened from the experience of having hands not her own pleasuring her. "P-please," she gasped, her gyrations growing more shameless and wanton by the moment. "Please more!"

 

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I didn't have to employ much technique to excite Kim. So desperate was her body to feel another's touch that I had to hold back lest I push her over the edge.

I edged her as close to climax as I dared. She wailed and begged for more, but I refused. The seconds ticked into minutes as I teased her ever so slightly, letting her body do most of the work.

In the end, my patience gave out first. My own erection strained so powerfully against its cloth confines that I was soon about to rip the inseam. If I didn't bring this to a conclusion, I was likely to lose control myself.

"Alright, you're ready. You can cum now, Kim," I instructed. I coupled my words with an insertion into her tender pussy, pushing the sodden fabric of her panties along with me. I penetrated her to the second knuckle of my index finger, wiggling against the the tight confines of her pink canal.

 

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Kim thought she might lose her mind. Her hips were pushing greedily against his finger, but he refused to enter her, tracing a teasing circle around her tight wet opening. She couldn't imagine what he was waiting for, and her begging grew increasingly desperate. Some time later she might wonder why she didn't simply touch herself, bring herself off if he insisted on teasing her so. But the answer was obvious: she was obedient. She would do exactly what the doctor told her to, explicitly or implicitly, and it was clear that he was teasing her intentionally.

As she ground against him, her ass kept brushing against something hard in his pants. She knew it was his cock and she didn't know how she should feel about it, but she certainly knew how she did feel - the thought of a man pleasuring her like so, and growing aroused for her was enough to send her lust to new heights. She felt dirty for enjoying it so - it was wrong to want her doctor to desire her, wasn't it? But no, Dr Idris clearly didn't think so, or he would stop teasing her, right? The idea of him having any less than infinite willpower never occurred to her. So no, this, too, was part of her treatment. And she allowed herself to enjoy the feeling of his cock straining against her pert ass.

Only then, he gave her permission to cum. She nearly stopped breathing. So attuned was she to obedience and submission that she might have orgasmed simply from the sound of his voice. But she was never given that chance, as his finger pressed into her, making her whimper and cry out as she finally reached her edge. Pressing one hand over her mouth to quiet herself, she bucked hard against his finger, her pussy sucking greedily on his digit even through her panties. By the time she was done, she was shaking enough that she worried she might collapse, and she'd gotten so wet that her inner thighs were coated in her juices.

 

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Kim's climax arrived within seconds. I hoped my walls were thick enough to contain her squeals and moans as she loudly demonstrated her pleasure.

Midway the her legs began to tremble. I tightened my grip on her to keep her from crumpling to the floor. I managed to awkwardly walk her to the patient couch and settle her quivering frame onto it.

When Kim finally seemed conscious of her surroundings again, I spoke. "You did well, Kim. I think this proves my hypothesis about how best to treat your condition. Learning to control your desires will be a slow and arduous process while those desires are going unfulfilled. But if we relieve the pressure of that need, you should find it easier to focus on taming your desire."

"I don't think we should stop yet for today," I continued. "Manual stimulation, even from a partner, won't be enough at the outset. You need more direct inputs to truly address your condition."

I didn't really need to direct her attention to my crotch. Kim's eyes had been flicking to and from the massive bulge there for years last minute. "I want you to see what's inside my pants. Unbuckle my belt and remove my trousers."