Doctor Handcock

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OOC:

Doctor Tom Handcock is a specialist psychologist who helps women with problems of self-confidence, mostly related to their sexuality. There have been rumours on the press circuit that he may have abused some patients, but no one has ever found enough evidence to make it stick.
Height: 5ft 11ins
Weight: 12st 7lb
Eyes: blue
Hair: blonde with grey streaks
Age: no one has ever persuaded him to reveal this...

emily123 is going to play the first patient arriving today. We shall need a receptionist (could be either gender) - send a pm to emily123 or me to discuss.

end of OOC

Doctor Tom Handcock hummed cheerfully as he unlocked his surgery and prepared for the morning's consultations. One the face of it, he had little to be cheerful about: his receptionist had had a row with him the previous day (she didn't believe his denials of the rumours that he had abused a patient) and she finally handed in her keys to the surgery, told Tom to send her her employment papers in the post and stormed off. He later discovered that the appointment diary was missing, and he couldn't find the digital version on the surgery computer system, so he actually had no idea whether any patients were coming to see him today, or who they might be. But Tom, being a cheerful sort, gazed out of the window at the sunny morning and mused: wonder what fun we'll have today...?
 
I enter the building and enter the doctor's office on sheduled time.
The doctor's receptionist had told me i was the only appointment scheduled for the day and not to be late as he had to go to attend a seminar.
I walk up to the room and knock the door, really hoping he was there!
 
knock, knock...

I was startled out of my reverie by the sound of the door knocking. Ah! Seems like I might have at least one patient today, then. I opened the surgery door and found a young woman standing there. She was about 5ft 5ins, with a shapely body. The summery blue dress she was wearing showed off her generous bust and slender legs to advantage, and contrasted nicely with the long tresses of red hair which tumbled over her shoulders.

"Hello, I'm Tom Handcock, please come in and take a seat. I'm afraid my receptionist has left suddenly and my diary system seems to have gone, too, so I don't have any information about you. Tell me about yourself!" I held out my hand in greeting.
 
I smile as the doctor greeted me and offered me a seat.
I sit down and say
"Hi doc, I am Emily Florence, and am 23 yrs old.
My trouble is that now i am engaged and whenever my fiance wants to become intimate with me i get freaked out, i don't know why!"
My face looks troubled as i continue
"I really like him and love him, and love being around with him, but whenever we try to become intimate i don't know why, but i sort of feel strange!, is there something serious wih me doc?"
 
I paused for a moment and considered the young woman in front of me. Her face had a troubled, slightly lined expression, and her eyes flashed with fiery emotion. I noticed that her breasts rose and fell rather quickly. She moved a bit restlessly on the chair, too, and I noticed her right hand resting for a moment on her knee, just below the hem of her skirt. She fell still for a few seconds as she saw me looking at her hand, then slowly she crossed her legs, brushed the skirt down over her knees, leaned back in the chair and looked at me silently.

"Oh, now you don't have to upset yourself, Emily. We all have uncertain feelings at some stage in the early stages of intimacy, there's nothing abnormal about that. But obviously it's distressing, and I may be able to help you get through that. First you need to give me a bit more detail. Tell me a bit more about these strange feelings you get. What are they like?"
 
I try to relax myself and say "Doctor i really don't know, but i love him, but i do not want to have sex with him, not atleast now, and we are engaged for now nearly three years, and so far he has cooperated with me, but i am afraid that if this continues he might leave me, although he has never hinted anything, and always is loving and friendly!"
Finally breaking down as tears start to well up "I think i am getting mad doctor, i love him, but i ... i just can't describe it!'
 
I pause again for nearly a minute, looking at Miss Florence, and I try to put myself in the shoes of her fiance. This is one delicious-looking woman, I tell myself, and if she was my girl friend I should certainly want to ... but she's not my girl friend, she's my patient, and I certainly shouldn't think those thoughts about her...

"Well, Miss Florence..."

"Please, Dr Handcock, call me Emily..."

"...er well, yes, Emily... the first thing to say is that you're to be congratulated for sticking to a principle. If you believe that sex shouldn't happen before marriage, then you should say so - as you evidently have - and if your fiance loves you, he should respect that - and evidently he does respect that.

"But then, reflecting on what you say... your fiance has co-operated so far, and he's loving and friendly... but you don't want to have sex with him... Are you sure this is what you want, Emily?"
 
"No doctor, i want to have sex with him, but everytime we try to become intimate, i don't know but i feel really ill, i mean it is not that i don't like him, i love him more then my life and want to be with him all the time but somehow i just can't have sex with him, infact with anyone!"
 
Doctor Hancock frowns thoughtfully for a moment... we need to sort out whether this is a physical problem or a psychological one, I guess... strange...

He looks Emily straight in the eye and says: "Emily, we need to be fairly specific and explicit here, if I'm to sort out what your problem is, and find a solution, I need to know exactly what's happening. When you say that when you try to become intimate with your fiance, you feel really ill, what exactly do you do when you 'try to become intimate' and exactly what form does this 'feeling ill' take?"
 
I feel really ashamed at saying this but finally i make up that the person is a doctor and he is the one who can help me out and i take a deep breath and say "Doctor whenever i come to near to him and in physical contact i feel like dreaming of other guys and then my mind switches off, i really love my fiance but when we try to get intimate i start thinking of other guys and feel sick, by mind gets to dirty and i feel polluted and as if i am not worthy of him!"
 
Dr Handcock paused for thought again. "I see. Just excuse me a moment while I make a couple of notes - don't go away, it won't take a moment." Handcock opened a file - Florence, Emily, f, 23 - and typed a few lines:

Subject persistently refers in general to intimacy without any specifics; also refers to feelings of aversion, also no specifics. Possibly afraid of emotions, or possibly afraid of giving in to orgasm. Need to explore.

"OK, Emily, I'm going to be a bit more direct with you now. I want you to tell me exactly what these dirty thoughts are that you have about other men? And what are you trying to do with your fiance that brings these thoughts on? Please don't feel ashamed to talk about these feelings, by the way - we all have them, you know? Perhaps you could describe the last time this happened: what were you and your fiance doing, and what feelings did you experience?"
 
I look up and stare you in eyes
"Well last time we decided to try it and we were in his House and in bedroom, and well, we had decided to try it and we strpped naked and he came near me and hugged me, and started to fondle my breasts and kissed me, but then i started to get really nervous as i felt well how can i describe it!" and with that i broke down and started crying
"Doctor i felt as if someone is watching us, and is doing all this to me and not him!, i think i am getting mad doctor"
 
I look at you for a moment and wonder if you realise that in my mind I'm picturing you naked, fondling your boy friend's naked body as he caresses yours. My cock twitches with pleausre at the thought.

"I see, Emily. And when he fondled your breasts, did you like that? Did he want to fondle you anywhere else? Did you want him to touch you anywhere else? Did you want to touch him?"
 
I felt really ashamed but nod my head in acceptance and reply
"I liked when he fondled my breasts, but when he touched my ..my vagina*I WAS SHIVERING NOW* i sort of got freaked out and i requested him to stop, he did but i felt so bad and it was then i took the appointment to meet you"
 
"I see. So when you say he touched your vagina, did he just stroke the outside of your vulva? Or did he try to penetrate the lips? Did he touch anywhere else? Your clitoris, for example? What did he do exactly, which made you feel so bad? You really have to be specific if I'm going to help you, Emily."
 
My face had flushed totally Red as i was feeling ashamed but i calmed my self telling myself that you were a doctor and would need to know allthe details and i whisper "Doctor he just stroked the outside of my vulva and massaged my thighs and pinched my nipples!"
 
Ah, you're now starting to talk specifics. Perhaps we're getting somewhere. But where is the difficulty? What's the cause of the revulsion? Not clear yet.

"Ok, Emily, so he touched your vulva, and your thighs and your nipples - that's all fine, those are things that couples regularly do when they are intimate with each other and for most of us that produces pleasure, so that we want to do more of the same."

My cock twitches again as I imagine my fingers caressing your vulva, stroking your thighs and playing with your nipples.

"Didn't it feel nice, Emily? Didn't you want him to go on caressing you?"
 
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"Doctor it felt nice but i feel scared, really scared as to what might happen next?"
 
"Well, of course, there are all sorts of things that could happen next. You could continue petting each other... you could touch your fiance's body in the same way he's touching yours... you could use each other's fingers to caress each other's bodies... you could kiss each other's most sensitive parts... what would you want to happen next, Emily?"
 
I was getting really scared and confused and kept mum unsure of what i desired or wanted to appen between me and my fiance.
Finally i murmur the words "I really don't know doctor!, i am confused and afraid"
 
I stand up and slowly walk round my desk, so that I am closer to you now. You look up at me, and I notice your breasts rising and falling a little more under that nice little blue dress. My cock tingles again.

"What are you confused about Emily? What are you afraid of?"

I move again and stand behind you, and let my hands rest lightly on your shoulders. Some tension rises and I feel your shoulders lift a little.

"Relax, Emily, and just tell me what you feel." I let my thumbs rub the back of your shoulders gently, and my fingers move slowly down to your collar bone. "Just relax, that's it... Does that feel better?"
 
Your hands seemed to work magic on me and i felt relaxed as you massage my shoulder and collarbone.
"I am really scared what if i have sex with him and maybe after a few years he dumps me and all!"
 
"Dumps you? A beautiful woman like you? Nonsense! What gives you the idea that your fiance might dump you?"

My hands rub round her neck and over her shoulders, which are now feeling much more relaxed.

"It's just possible, Emily - I don't know whether this thought had occurred to you - that when your fiance does finally have sex with you, he'll enjoy it so much that he will never want to let go of you. Wouldn't that be nice?"

My hands explore forward a little further, so that the tips of my fingers are resting on the tops of her breasts, just above her neckline. Her breathing deepens a little.
 
I was getting turned on very slowly and my breath were getting deep.
"Doctor i know he won't, he loves me and i love him too, but the fear now and then keeps coming up in my mind!, do you think i should talk to him about my fear?"
 
My fingertips now rested on top of her breasts, just short of her nipples, which seemed to be standing very erect. I looked down into her eyes, gazing up at me, and told myself that my cock really ought not to be so hard, when I was dealing with a patient. The throbbing didn't seem to go away.

"Certainly you should tell him - you must always tell your loved one your feelings, mustn't you?

"Would you like to practise on me? Tell me your feelings? What do you fear most of all, Emily?"
 
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