Unlocking April

[Lillypen]

Unlocking April (Closed for BarryCKretive)

April sat in her car looking at the front of an unassuming house, checking the address again. She had an appointment inside in ten minutes, though she was still making up her mind about going in. Looking again at the card in her hand she wasn't sure whether to even believe that this was worth it.

April was 34, though she knew she looked younger than that. She had kept in shape despite being a stay at home mother for the better part of her life. She had been with her husband for almost two decades now, though they had only been married for 10 years. While they had a child together when she was just 17 they had waited until he had finished college to get married. They had the perfect marriage by all accounts, except that over the last few years they hadn't even touched each other sexually. The frustration of this was what brought her here to a small house in suburbia.

It had been a couple of weeks now since she had decided to stop into a sex shop to find something to tide the growing need within her. Looking at all the selection and variety she had quickly become overwhelmed, but the attendant on hand had noticed and helped her choose what would suit her best. The young woman, Valerie, made April feel comfortable and helped her talk about the frustration she was feeling and after purchasing a rabbit vibrator Val handed her a business card with a nothing but a number on it. Val explained that the number belonged to a hypnotherapist she had gone to who had helped her overcome some frustrations of her own that she had dealt with some years ago and since then she had sent the occasional woman such as April to him in order to help them. Val explained there was nothing untoward about the hypnotherapist, he wasn't an escort or anything, but he had used hypnosis to help several people.

A few days of debating the idea with herself, as well as a few pleasing sessions with her new toy which wound up making her even more frustrated, and she had called the number. The deep voice on the phone informed her that while there were no openings to see him this week he had an opening at 10a the next Tuesday. Agreeing to the appointment April had driven over after using her toy in the morning to try and reduce the pent up tension of desire she felt.

Walking up the steps April noticed that while this may have been built for a family it had been remodeled with a second door, labeled plainly with a stenciled 'Office' in gold Old English lettering. Looking inside she saw what looked to be a rather ordinary office area, complete with a couple chairs and a desk. Hesitantly she pressed the door bell beside the office door, awaiting an answer.

When the door opened she was at a loss for words. When one thinks of the word therapist an image of an older man in a nice suit, or sweater vest, comes to mind. Not a man looking somewhat like an old hippie. Immediately set off kilter by the circumstance she seemed to drift along with the man to a parlor through a door in the office, coming back to herself after being set on a red divan and encouraged to lay back and relax.

Ambient music drifted in through speakers in the corners of the room as the hypnotherapist sat in a chair across from the divan. While he didn't say much, he didn't need to. She told him why she was there, and about Valerie who had recommended him. After letting her talk he said that if she was willing he would put April under and begin their first therapy session. April, still skeptical that she could be hypnotized, agreed and before long she had drifted from the world she knew to the sound of his voice.

When she came back to the world she was suddenly very aware of the musty smell of sex and sweat. She could feel her juices that had soaked her panties and pooled beneath her onto the red leather beneath her. She could feel the red leather against her ass which brought on the realization that her pants were on the floor. She looked down and saw her blouse open, her bra pushed down and her right nipple exposed. Her nipple was sore and red while her skin went pale white with fear before looking across from her where the hypnotherapist sat.

He sat there, as if he had not moved, arms folded in his lap and looking at her. He was still completely dressed and not a hair looked out of place from where it was seemingly moments before.

"What the hell?"

 

[BarryCKretive]

April appeared to be a classic case: the sexually repressed housewife. Marshall had seen many of them come through his clinic in recent years. Discreet and effective, he had built himself a bit of a reputation as a problem solver for these women.

Inside each of them was a more outgoing, more sexually open, and more confident woman. Usually the only thing separating that woman inside from the droll persona outside was simple suggestion and confidence building. You are sexy. Your needs are not shameful. You can take control. You can create the satisfaction your body craves.

Even under hypnosis, his clients were reserved at first. Only through multiple sessions would he be able to break down their walls and connect the inner cougar to the outer housewife. He got them to vocalize their desires, formulate a plan of action, and then brought them to and sent them home to their husbands. The results were usually positive, but sometimes short-lived. It was easy to revert to the shy, unsure persona. Some of his clients had been seeing him for years, occasionally stopping in for a hypnotic recharge of their sexual batteries.

April seemed no different than anyone else. She was younger than most of his clients, and quite attractive too. She professed her love of her husband, and with a little coaxing admitted that the passion had gone out of their marriage.

Typical.

Marshall was quite confident he could help April. He was almost jealous of her husband, thinking briefly of what this sexy little firecracker could do when fully lit. But alas, his professional reputation, such as it was, trumped any carnal desire he might feel for his clients.

He got April to consent to a hypnotherapy session and persuaded her to lay back on the couch and focus on a star painted on his ceiling.

“Focus on the sound of my voice and only my voice. All other sounds fade into the background.”

Marshall turned the knob on his music machine, fading the ambient music a bit and bringing in the tick-tock of a metronome track.

“Relax your body. As you listen to my voice, you feel your body relax more and more. Relax your hands. Let go of your stress. Relax your arms. Let the weight of your burdens float away. Relax your feet. Instead they float on air. Relax your legs, becoming lighter and lighter. You feel this relaxed feeling in your belly, radiating to your chest. Relax your breathing. Your chest is becoming lighter with each breath. Breathe in… breathe out. Breathe in… breathe out.”

So far, everything was going according to plan. April appeared to be susceptible and was slowly relaxing as he commanded.

“Relax your head. Your whole body is becoming lighter. I’m going to count to ten. With each count, your body will become even more relaxed. If you want to fall asleep, that’s okay. Let your stress float away. 10… Now your arms and legs are getting lighter. You can feel them want to float upward. 9… Your breathing is slower… deeper… Your body is becoming lighter. 8… Getting closer now. You’re floating on air. 7… Deeper still. Close your eyes. Focus on your breathing. 6…”

Marshall snapped his fingers, “5… your whole body is relaxed.”

Marshall snapped his fingers again, “4… you feel no pain, no stress.”

Another snap, “3…” Snap, “2…” Snap, “1… Now sleep. Sleep deeper than you’ve ever slept before.”

Marshall turned the ambient music off and let the silence wash over the room. April laid there: her eyes closed, her arms folded on her tummy, and her breathing long and slow.

“Open your eyes.”

April immediately complied. Marshall was satisfied that she was sufficiently under. Now began the work of implanting the suggestion that she was attractive, capable, and in full control of her own sexuality.

“What is your name?”

“Miranda,” she replied immediately.

Miranda? That was odd, but not completely unexpected. Sometimes the sexual persona was so repressed it took on it’s own identity.

“Why are you here?” he continued

Her reply was quick again, “To be free. To fuck fuck fuck fuck…”

Okay… Now this was getting a bit weird.

“You can be free Miranda,” he said, using her preferred name. “All you have to do is believe in yourself. You are a sexy woman. You are in control.

“I am free.” It was a statement, not a question.

“Yes, you can be. You just need to…”

“I am free!” She interrupted him. Her hands, once still, were now animated. Tracing up and down her body, rubbing her breasts roughly through her top and slipping lewdly between her thighs. Her back arched. She moaned.

Whoa… Marshall was becoming concerned. He’d seen some level of sexual arousal in his patients before, but never this quickly. At this point he’d normally end they hypnosis and send them home, but he’d only just started with April. Or was it Marjorie?

Another moan escaped her lips as she continued to writhe on the divan.

 

[Lillypen]

'Miranda' leaned her head back, kicking her pants off as her fingers delved deep within her soaking pussy. She was moaning and bucking against the air while on the divan. With one hand busy in her panties the other had pulled her top open and her bra down, pinching and groping her nipple rather harshly.

"Free. Free. Ohhhh... fuckkk.. freeeeeeee!!"

She moaned and screamed as she came, waves of orgasms overcoming her body. Laying back against the divan she was breathing hard, her fingers still working her clit. She looked over at Marshall, staring at him. She began to grin as soft moans continued to escape her lips.

"Free. Finally free. Fuck yesss." She licked her lips staring at Marshall "Poor April, she doesn't know what she's missing doc, but I do. You know you want to fuck me. I bet you got a big cock too. Mmmm."

She groaned again as the juices poured down her legs beneath her. "April's just going to have to let me play. She can stay back and be prudish, I'm free now."

 

[BarryCKretive]

‘Oh shit!’ Marshall thought to himself. He needed to get control of the situation immediately and if he had any self-respect, it wouldn’t be by giving ‘Miranda’ what she wanted. Yet he would need to work his way through the current situation somehow…

“You want my cock Miranda?”

She moaned. “Mmmm… yes!” as she continued to play with herself.

“Then visualize my cock. Imagine how it tastes, how it feels in your pussy.”

She moaned again, pantomiming oral sex.

“It feels so good, it relaxes your body completely. With each slow thrust you feel yourself becoming more and more relaxed.”

April put her hands down on her tummy and sighed.

“I slide my cock in. You take a deep breath. I slowly slide my cock back out. You exhale completely. In… Out… In… Out…”

April’s breathing slowly subsided from quick and ragged to calm and measured.

“When I count down from three, you will fall into a deep sleep. 3… 2… 1… Now sleep. Sleep deeper than you’ve ever slept before.”

April’s eyes shuttered closed. Her head rolled to the side.

Marshall sat there for a moment and watched her. He contemplated trying to dress her before bringing her back again, but decided against it. This is who April was, or was ‘Miranda’ a schizophrenic personality hidden deep within the recesses of her mind? Whatever was going on, he felt out of his depth for the first time in many years.

How would he explain what happened? Would she believe him? He pondered a variety of lies to tell her, but they all seemed worse than dressing her again and covering this up. He’d already decided against that. No, the truth was the only option here. He just hoped it wouldn’t lead him down the path of ruin.

“April, when I snap my fingers three times you will wake up fully envigorated.”

“...and you will be April again, with no memory of Miranda,” he added hastily.

Snap. Snap. Snap.

 

[Lillypen]

"What the hell!?" April nearly yelled again as she tried to get herself put together. She could feel the wetness on her fingers, which disturbed her even more. Grabbing her pants she was about to put them back on when she realized doing so would just make her pants wet which would only embarrass her further. She had moved from the wet leather divan to another leather chair and started sobbing uncontrollably.

"What.. what happened? What did you do to me?" It was hard enough for her to get out the words between sobs but she couldn't bring herself to look at Marshall, keeping her hands over her eyes and her head nearly between her knees. It was all just too much to understand. None of this made sense. Why were her clothes everywhere? Why had she been touching herself? How the hell could he look so calm when she felt so out of sorts?

 

[BarryCKretive]

Behind his stoic exterior, Marshall could feel every bit of April's horror and shame. It saddened him, but he knew if ever there was a time to maintain his composure, this was it. So long as she didn't run off before they had time to talk things through, he still felt he could sort things out... somehow.

So he waited patiently for her to calm down, trying his best not to reveal any of his own turmoil. After a time, the sobbing subsided and she looked up at him, still clearly feeling betrayed but now in search of some sort of explanation.

"To be perfectly honest April, I'm not sure what happened. I've never had a client react in that way before."

April was confused, angry, "You mean...?"

"I never left this chair April. In fact, I'd barely put you under when this started happening. Look at the clock. It's only been just over half an hour since you walked in the door."

 

[Lillypen]

She looked at the clock on the wall, her eyes red from crying. Looking back down again she stares at the floor.

"So what now? Can you even help me if whatever happened is something you've never seen before?" She couldn't even venture to look at him right now, still embarrassed at her predicament. Questions raced through her mind, trying to figure out how things could get so... wild... in the matter of a few minutes. Was she really that bad? Was something wrong with her? She felt like crawling into the corner of some empty room and hoping never to be looked at again.

 

[BarryCKretive]

Marshall knew the likely best thing to do for the sake of his practice would be to help her dress, show her the door, and advise her to seek counseling from an accredited psychotherapist. Wash his hands of her. Be done with it. Move on.

At the same time, his empathy for April, and yes... curiosity about 'Miranda' compelled him to at least offer her some way forward through his services.

"First of all. I want you to know there's nothing to be ashamed of. This is a safe place where women come to get help rekindling their relationships and their sexuality. While I'll admit your situation is... unique, there's no need to feel embarrassed about expressing yourself as you did in this place. Even if you didn't mean to. I always keep whatever happens here in the strictest confidence."

April wiped a tear from her eye. "Do you mind if I?"

"Oh..." Marshall silently chastised himself for not realizing sooner. April,at least in this state, was very shy about her body. "Of course. My apologies. I'll just be in the next room when you're done and we can chat some more, okay?"
April nodded sheepishly and Marshall quickly excused himself from the room. A few minutes later she joined him, disheveled but fully dressed.

"What now doc?" she asked, an obvious tone of hopelessness in her voice.

"I know you're scared and I know this didn't turn out as you expected, but if you're willing to give this another chance, I'd like to try and help you."

'...and commit professional suicide,' Marshall thought to himself.

"Um..." April hesitated, "Okay I guess. I mean... I don't know what else to do."

Normally Marshal would physically comfort a client in this sort of distress, but he didn't know how she might react to his touching her at this point. So instead, he tried to sound as reassuring as possible.

"Give me a couple days to consider what has happened and plan a path forward. I'll clear my calendar on Friday and we can try again then. 11:00 am, okay?"

 

[Lillypen]

Quietly April agreed to an 11a appointment on Friday. She was uncomfortable standing there, obviously aware of the fact that she had taken of her panties and stuffed them in her purse in order to not mess up her pants any more than necessary. The feeling of her pants rubbing against her was starting to have an effect on her that she was chastising herself for, after the state she came to in this was not the time to be getting aroused. Yet, she couldn't help it. Something in the back of her head seemed elated at the fact that she was getting a little hot and bothered even.

"I will see you Friday then, I guess." April kept her eyes down, still unable to look Marshall in the eyes really. She slipped out the front door of the house and sat behind the wheel of her car. She turned the car on, turning up the A/C as she tried to relax. She noticed Marshall at the window of his office before she pulled away choosing not to wave at him. After driving a few blocks she felt a little more comfortable. The situation was behind her now, with home ahead. It was just after noon, so she had a few hours before her son or husband would be home, which meant she would have some time to clean up and get back to herself.

Before long she noticed that with the A/C up on full blast she could feel her nipples hard against the inside of her bra, one still sore from whatever happened. The soreness felt good however and while her eyes were focused on the road one hand nonchalantly seemed to wander to her sore nipple and began rubbing her nipple through her blouse and bra. Softly she moaned, not thinking about nothing but the pleasure she was feeling as her hand slipped inside her blouse and bra and pinched her swollen nipple. She bit her lip, cautiously making sure she kept to the speed limit. As she drove she could feel her pussy getting wetter, her breathing getting harder. Finding herself at a stop light she couldn't stop herself from opening her pants and sliding her fingers deep into her pussy, her thumb rubbing her clit.

She had two fingers buried deep inside her focused on herself with the world lightyears away until she heard a car honk behind her. Slowly she came to as she saw a car pull up along side her.

"Hey lady are you o- damn!" said the guy in the convertible beside her. He couldn't be any more than 22 or 23 as he stared at her. Wide-eyed April quickly realized what she was doing and put her hands on the wheel.

"Baby if you need some help with that I'll gladly be your man honey." Said the guy, squeezing his hardening cock in his shorts suggestively. Aprils face turned red before she looked up at the light. Seeing it was green she hit the gas, speeding away in shock. April struggled to keep to the speed limit as she rushed home, pulling into the garage frightened at what had happened. Something was gravely wrong and she didn't know what to do. Grabbing her things she ran into the house and up to her bedroom. She collapsed on the bed, curling up in the fetal position and staring at the clock as she tried to come to terms with the issues popping up with her today.

 

[BarryCKretive]

Marshall watched from his window as April drove away. Once her car was out of sight, he closed the blinds and turned around to face the divan in his sitting room. He could see the smear mark where it had been hastily scrubbed by what he could only presume was a pair of soiled panties.

What the hell had happened? Did April have a split personality? Was ‘Miranda’ really that lewd and lascivious? What had brought on this persona? Furthermore, what possessed him to want to see her again?

He knew what it was, even if he didn’t want to admit it. ‘Miranda’ had gotten to him. Those few startling moments with her were supercharged with passion. His mind wandered back to the sight of her, ripping her own clothes off, frantically masturbating, and begging for his cock.

He was so surprised by it all, his own arousal had been stunted by shock. However, thinking about it now, he felt no such inhibition. A bulge was growing in his pants as he remembered her, half naked, two fingers deep in her pussy, licking her lips and lusting after him.

Almost as if in a sex-crazed trance, Marshall kneeled on the divan, pulled out his cock, and masturbated over the soiled spot. It didn’t take long. The impulse was so overpowering he felt his orgasm begin to boil up as soon as he began stroking himself. A few moments later, he pumped his seed in several short gasping bursts onto the plush leather beneath him. He immediately felt guilty and embarrassed.

Trying not to linger on the moment too long, he quickly fetched a cloth and bottle of cleaner and meticulously wiped down every crevice of the chair.

‘Well, I was going to have to clean it anyway,’ he rationalized to himself.

As he put his things away and tidied up the room, a sense of dread overcame him. What was he going to do on Friday? What had he gotten himself into? It was obvious to him now that he was drawn to ‘Miranda’ but she was clearly a destructive force and had April scared out of her wits. Could he really dance with that tiger again and somehow save the damsel in distress? Despite the confidence he’d displayed for April, he had no idea what he was going to do.

He figured he had to tell April about ‘Miranda’. No, on second thought… he had to introduce April to ‘Miranda’. If she could see what was happening, maybe should could confront her own issues. He began to formulate a plan...

 

[Lillypen]

After about a half hour of laying on the bed April finally decided to get up. She headed to the bathroom and slid into the shower relaxing in the warm water and being careful not to linger on anything lest she find herself torn away from reality again. After cleaning up and putting on some fresh clothes she headed downstairs getting dinner together and just trying to move on with life. Fortunately the rest of the night was fairly uneventful. As usual her 17 year old son came in like a hurricane while her husband came in and might as well have ignored her existence as he went straight into the office to continue working on paperwork.

After a long day April went back to bed, staring at the ceiling and wondering if she could wake up and be "normal" again. Closing her eyes she only wished she could be herself again.

----

Free.

Miranda opened her eyes, looking into the dark room. Standing up she ran her hands down her body, grumbling about the pajamas that she was wearing. Stripping them off she threw them on the floor then opened her closet door. In the back of the closet she took a sheer blue nightie and slipped it on. She groaned softly running her hands down her body, squeezing her breasts in her hands. Opening the door to the hallway she made her way down the hall, not caring that April's son's door was open as she went to the stairwell and made her way to the office. Opening the door quietly she saw April's husband working at a computer and rolled her eyes.

She walked to him, nearly floating across the office without being seen. She spun the office chair to face him, laying a finger on his lips before he could say a word. Leaning down she licked her lips as she undid his pants, fishing out his semi-hard cock and beginning to lick and suck on the head. She felt it hardening in her mouth and as it did she began to bob her head up and down the length.

 

[BarryCKretive]

Larry almost didn't recognize his own wife. Not only was she dressed in lingerie she hadn't worn in years, but her body language, hell her entire energy seemed different. She was voracious.

As he watched this strange woman bob up and down on his dick, he momentarily lamented how he'd been treating April lately. When he'd first read about Madonna syndrome, he knew immediately it was what afflicted him. As their son had aged, she had grown more and more mousy, conservative, and motherly. She was a great mom, but when he looked at her, all he saw anymore was his own mom. His sex drive was as strong as ever. He often spent as much time watching porn in his downstairs office as he did doing actual work. His business trips were often more play than work these days too. He felt guilty cheating on April, but often looked past that rationalizing her as his celibate best friend instead of a sex partner with needs.

But this woman was hot. Not even during their courtship was she so animated and forceful. Whatever it was that had changed in her, he liked it. So he just smiled, leaned back in his chair, and let her take control.

 

[Lillypen]

Groaning as she slurped on Larry's hardened cock she reached down between her legs starting to finger her dripping pussy and rubbing her clit. She was too hot to wait for him to cum. Standing up she turned around grabbing his cock and sliding the tip along her pussy lips. Getting the hard cock in position she sat back letting it slide deep inside her. She stopped for a second moaning softly and holding onto the arms of the office chair. Catching her breath she started to grind on Larry while rubbing her clit before rocking her hips. Lifting and falling on the cock inside her she moaned as the pulses of pleasure rocked her body.

"Fuuuuckkkk."

 

[BarryCKretive]

Larry knew he wouldn't stand up to this sort of sexual torture for very long. He didn't intend to either. This was a business transaction. He would get off and she would enjoy making him. He started to moan as he watched her backside slide up and down on his lap, masterfully teasing his cockhead to the point of falling out before again sheathing it completely. He knew her ass well but it took on a new identity now. It was unashamed and fully exposed to him. He was never certain before but he knew now that he could stick out his hand and finger her butt if he wanted to. She would enjoy it.

But Larry wasn't going to make it that far. He started to moan louder as his orgasm surfaced. As if on cue, she reached back, popped his dick out of her pussy, and stroked it as he came. His first shot landed on her backside but then she quickly guided his erupting cock back into her crevasse, smearing his pumping cockhead up against her butthole. She moaned as his cum dribbled down his shaft and over the base of her sex.

Letting go of him, she sat back into his lap. Her hips moved in circular motions as she rubbed the lewd evidence of their coitus all over his balls, his legs, and his trousers as if marking her territory.

Sufficiently soiled; she got up, turned to him, and smiled. Without another word, she strutted out of the office, wet ass glistening in the moonlight.

"Holy shit," Larry mumbled to himself. "What the hell was that?"

 

[Lillypen]

Smiling as she closed the door to the office Miranda made her way back upstairs. As she slipped back into the bedroom she tossed the lingerie back into the closet and laid down on the bed. Almost immediately she began to rub her clit. While she had made sure she had gotten Larry off she knew she wasn't done yet. She moaned softly as she fingered herself until she came several times before falling asleep content.

The next morning April felt exhausted when she woke up. It didn't take long to notice that her pajamas were on the floor though, which perturbed her. She wasn't too happy with the fact that her ass was sticky either, she cursed herself for having gone to that hypnotherapist. After showering and putting herself together she looked in the mirror, telling herself there was no chance she was going back. The rest of Wednesday and Thursday however were uneventful however, which made her wonder if whatever he might have done had worked. It may have had some interesting side effects that day, but since then she hadn't had any problems.

Thursday night she was restless as she tried to sleep. That longing had filled her once again, but she couldn't seem to satiate it. She felt like a dam was ready to burst inside her but she couldn't get it to break just yet. Friday morning was worse, she felt like she was going mad. She was tired, and frustrated. She barely felt the energy to get dressed, but she grabbed a blue blouse and matching skirt. After breakfast she got her things together and got in her car. She couldn't take it any more, she needed Marshalls help. She arrived at the house ten minutes early, but she couldn't wait in the car. Instead she knocked on the door, rushing inside when Marshall opened it.

"Whatever you did Tuesday worked, for a little bit." She said as she paced his office area. "Tuesday was... weird. Wednesday and Thursday were fine though. This morning..." She looked at Marshall.

"I need your help, I can't live like this." She took his hand. "Please."

 

[BarryCKretive]

Marshall put his hand on her and tried to adopt a confident, assuring tone.

“April, I said I would help you and that is what I aim to do. Before we go on, I need to talk to you about how I’d like to do this session. If anything about it makes you uncomfortable, just let me know and I’ll see if I can accommodate you.”

April felt a sense of relief that he would help her mixed with dread about what was to come next. That dread only deepened as he showed her into the consulting room and she noticed the handcuffs affixed to the divan.

“What’s this?” she asked, somewhat upset.

“Well, as you’ll recall. Things got a little out of hand in our last session. This is for your protection… and mine.”

“But handcuffs? How do I know that you won’t…?”

“That’s what this is for,” Marshall interrupted her and gestured over to the video camera mounted on a tripod.”

“A camera?” Now April was even more concerned.

“Come over here and sit down,” Marshall instructed in a firm tone. April hesitated briefly, then complied.

“April, listen. There are some things you should know about what happened last time but I feel it is better to show you than try to tell you. The cuffs are to keep you restrained while you are under hypnosis so that you can wake up still dressed and not as embarrassed. Yes? The camera is to record the um… side of you that comes forward under hypnosis. Once you see ‘her’, I think you’ll have a much better understanding of what we’re dealing with here.”

“Her?” April asked.

“You’ll have to trust me. You’ve come back here after everything that happened on Tuesday. That took a lot of guts and shows a lot of trust in what I do. I’m asking you to trust me again. When this session is over today. I think you’ll have a much better idea of what’s going on with your own drive and sexual desires. From there, we can figure out what to do next, okay?”

April still hesitated.

“Look,” Marshall continued, “I promise to maintain the same professional integrity I have shown you all along. No harm will come to you while you are in my care.”

April thought about it for a moment and couldn’t see herself backing out now. She needed to understand what was going on with her and Marshall seemed committed to helping her. She just hoped she wasn’t making a mistake.

“Ok.”

“Good. Now lie back.”

 

[Lillypen]

April laid back on the divan. She was happy Marshall had taken the time to affix the handcuffs so that her arms would be locked down to her sides, the thought of having her arms cuffed up above her head was not appealing. As she laid there Marshall cuffed her wrists.

"How do they feel? Are they too tight? I can adjust them if we need to."

April tugged gently at the cuffs. She had enough movement to not be pinched by the metal cuffs, but she certainly wasn't using her arms for much of anything.

"The cuffs are fine. Thanks."

She settled her head back rolling the words over in her mind of what he said. What was he talking about when he said 'her'? What about his protection? Did he really need to be protected? It didn't make much sense, but she imagined it might after the session was over.

Just as before the ambient music was turned on and slowly Marshall brought her down into a hypnotic state. She was drifting through consciousness listening to his words, hardly aware of reality.

"Open your eyes."

Her eyes opened compliantly, looking around. Softly she tugged at the cuffs, a grin growing on her lips.

"Who are you?"

"Miranda. I see you brought out cuffs this time, very kinky doctor."

Miranda brought her legs up, placing a foot on either side of the divan before spreading her knees lewdly. Her skirt slid up and her black panties were easily visible.

"You didn't need to tie me up to fuck me doc, you know I would let you." Softly Miranda purred, looking at Marshall.

 

[BarryCKretive]

Marshall felt goosebumps on his skin. As soon as ‘Miranda’ appeared, her presence washed over him in a wave of lust. The compulsion to give her what she wanted, a good fucking, was strong indeed. His more sensible side reminded him that there was a video camera filming his every word and move. April was depending on him.

“Miranda is it? What happened to April?”

“April? Nothing! I just changed the channel. That’s what you do when you get bored.”

Marshall thought for a second, and then replied. “Is that so? What do you intend to do now that you’re here?”

“Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck!!” she blurted out. After a moment of careful thought, she offered another reply, “Why don’t you come over here and I’ll show you?”

“Oh? What would you show me?”

“Well… I don’t have my hands thanks to your kinky cuffs. So… I guess I would have to use my mouth… to unzip your pants and fish your cock out. Would you like to fuck my face? I can deep-throat you know…”

“And then what?”

“Then you can fuck my pussy… or my ass if that’s what you like. Cum inside me. Cum on my tits. Cum in my mouth! Mmmm…”

“And then after that?”

‘Miranda’ seemed to think for a moment. “Then I’ll fuck you again. Or I’ll fuck someone else. I’ll fuck everybody! Fuck fuck fuck…”

Marshall was satisfied he had enough for the video. Now it was simply a matter of awakening April again and turning off the video. Yes… that was definitely the order he should do it in. Awaken April…. shut the camera off. In that order...

He looked at ‘Miranda’. She smiled at him seductively and opened her legs to him while thrusting her chest out.

 

[Lillypen]

Miranda grinned, biting her lip. She glanced at the camera before looking back to Marshall.

"Cum on doc," she made sure to emphasize the first word "give me a taste."

Miranda licked her lips, staring Marshall in his eyes.

"I won't tell if you don't doc."

Miranda began grinding her hips, her skirt riding up higher. Then she looked straight at the camera.

"You know you want this. You need me. Let me loose."

She stared back at Marshall, her mouth silent but her eyes pleading for him.

 

[BarryCKretive]

Marshall really wanted to. He was ashamed of how badly he wanted to. It’s possible that April would never find out, but if she did, she would spiral into a deep depression - lost to him forever.

“Alright Miranda. Lie back and close your eyes.”

“Aww… but I’d much rather keep my eyes open,” she protested, “So I can see that big cock of yours!”

Marshall figured a firm tone would work best. “Do as you’re told slut!”

“Hmmm…” she purred, “When you put it that way…”

This time, Miranda obediently laid back and shuttered her eyes, throwing in a tushy wiggle for good measure.

Marshall stayed in his seat. “My cock is large, veiny, and hard for you. Would you like a taste?”

“Mmmm… yes master.”

“Good. I’m going to take it out and lay it across your lips. When I do, I want you to run your tongue up and down it, tasting every bit of my manhood and coating it with your saliva.”

Miranda’s lips smacked as her tongue swirled around in anticipation.

“Only my dick is coated in a heavy sedative and you don’t realize until after you’ve ingested too much of it.”

“Aww…”

“You find yourself falling into a deep sleep, unable to resist the power of the drug. With each snap of my fingers, you become more relaxed and fall deeper asleep.”

“Three… [snap]. Two… [snap]. One… [snap].”

Miranda’s, no… April’s breathing settled into a measured and calm pace. Her body relaxed completely, no longer squirming and arching.

“April. When I tell you to, I want you to wake up. You will be fully in control of your body and your mind. You will be able to sense Miranda, but she will have no control over you.”

He snapped his fingers, “Wake up April.”

 

[Lillypen]

As April woke up a voice whispered in the back of her head. Good morning sunshine.

Looking around she only saw Marshall, so she was a bit confused. Without thinking she went to move her arms before feeling the cuffs on her wrists again. Marshall got up, unlocking the cuffs before sitting back down in his chair.

"Take a moment to relax April. When you are ready we can watch the tape of our session."

April sat up, rubbing her wrists gently. They weren't bruised or anything, but it had still been a little bit of being locked up in the cuffs.

"Okay, show me what happened."

Marshall pressed a button on a remote, starting the replay of the session. April's eyes widened as she heard her voice say 'Miranda'. She watched her body move lewdly, begging Marshall to touch her. Then she saw Miranda looking straight at the screen, straight at her. 'You know you want this. You need me. Let me loose.' Yess..

April's eyes glossed over and she blinked a second before looking back at the screen. There was a warmth spreading through her body that she couldn't quite describe. As the tape ended she looked back to Marshall.

"As you can see April, this is a rather curious situation."

"I see now. I guess.. I've been locked up so long in my own head I guess something was just set off." April looked back at Marshall. Slowly she stood up, walking to him and purposely swaying her hips. She sat in his lap, trailing a finger along his jaw.

"I think Miranda needs help too. She should have her needs met, but she should be doing so safely. If something were to happen and she managed to get a hold of me I think she would wind up fucking anything with two legs." Leaning down she looked Marshall in the eyes, breathing slowly, calmly. "Help me help her, please."

 

[BarryCKretive]

Marshall couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing. “You mean you want me to…”

“Yes,” she interrupted.

She wanted him to satisfy her sexual cravings directly, but how? Who?

“April or Miranda?”

“We are the same,” April replied. “I recognized her. At first she seemed like a completely different person, but then I realized she was me. The cravings I feel, the insatiable lust… They have always been a part of me, but easily suppressed until recently. I never wanted to be that person. I was always taught it was wrong to feel that way, to give in to such urges. I just never realized how much stronger my desire was compared to everyone else.”

“April… I…” Marshall stammered.

“I saw the way you reacted to her. You wanted her. It took everything you had to resist her.”

“Yes but…”

“There’s no need to be afraid now. It’s okay. I give you permission. It’s what we both want, what we both need.”

Marshall fumbled for a cogent reply. Deep down he knew he desperately wanted everything April was offering him. She was beautiful. Her body was supple and alluring. And when Miranda was present, her sexual energy was off the charts. He had already fantasized about giving in to Miranda. He wanted to let her lascivious energy wash over and consume him.

“I don’t know April…”

“Yes you do. I may not be Miranda, but I know when a man is interested.”

April laid back on the divan, made herself comfortable, and closed her eyes.

“She’s coming either way. I can feel it. If you want any measure of control over her, I suggest you put me under quickly.”

Marshall stared at April. She was different somehow - more confident. She was resolved to her fate perhaps, but now that she knew about Miranda, she didn’t seem as confused or uncertain. It was all out in the open now.

It concerned him that April wasn’t taking any responsibility for what Miranda was about to do. But it didn’t concern him enough to flee. He knew what he wanted, and it was right there before him.

“Listen to the sound of my voice,” he began. “You find it comforting. As you listen to it, you become more and more relaxed…”

 

[Lillypen]

As April drifted off to the sound of Marshalls voice, her heart raced. Part of her was excited to try to let go, but part of her was scared as well.

Miranda opened her eyes, looking around. Immediately she could feel that she didn't have any cuffs on. While she had a sense of time, the surroundings tipping off that it was still the same day and not long after she was sent away, she wasn't sure why she was back. She sat up, looking at Marshall dead in the eyes, defiant yet seductive.

"No cuffs this time doc? Too bad, it could have been interesting to be tied up. Why did you bring me back? Did you miss me that much?"

Miranda licked her lips, looking at Marshall. She didn't give him time to answer before she stood up, pulling her panties down. She sat back down on the edge of the divan, kicking her panties to the side. She brought her legs up, her feet on the divan as she spread her legs and lifted her skirt. She began to play with her pussy, her thumb rubbing against her clit gently. She stared at Marshall the whole time, but said no more.

 

[BarryCKretive]

Marshall knew what he wanted. He was fairly certain he knew what April wanted. He definitely knew what Miranda wanted. Yet he sat there paralyzed like a deer in the headlights. It seemed simultaneously too good to be true and terrifying.

There was good reason to be scared of Miranda though. Her appetite was insatiable. She seemed like a real life succubus who could drain a man of his vitality until he perished.

So Marshall sat there and watched her play with her pussy. Her eyes were fixed on him and hungry. Her mouth was open, she was moaning loudly. As lewd as it all was, he could detect only pride, no shame.

Marshall knew he was welcome to join her at any moment, but still he hesitated. He knew in time, she would come to him. There would be no denying her now. Just to show his acquiescence to her desire, he unzipped his fly and fished out his already turgid member.

Miranda smiled a mile wide. She loved it. She began moaning louder as Marshal slowly started stroking himself.

 

[Lillypen]

Miranda stood up. In a matter of seconds she was standing nude in front of Marshall. Her pussy was glistening with arousal, but her eyes were fixated on Marshall's cock. Grinning she decided to take a detour, turning the camera on and pointing it to get a full view of Marshall, his cock prominently featured. With that she walked in front of him, kneeling down. She looked up into his eyes, licking her lips.

Wordlessly she removed his hands, replacing them with her own. Slowly she stroked his cock, enjoying the feeling of his member in her hands. Feeling it pulsing in her hands just made her hotter. Gently she began flicking the base of his cock with her tongue, kissing her way up the shaft. As she got closer to the head she let the tip of her tongue linger just under the head. She flicked her tongue fast, groaning softly before she moved up, wrapping the head of his cock with her mouth. She bobbed on his cock, her tongue running along the shaft as she worked it. She could taste the pre-cum seeping from the head of his cock and she moaned, sliding one hand down to stroke her clit. As she felt him getting closer she managed to open her mouth a little more, forcing her head down to let his cock enter her throat. She continued to work his cock with her tongue and throat, waiting for him to unload.