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Title: Judith and Me
Author: Homer Vargas
Part: 2 Judith
Universe:
Summary: David seeks help for his obsession with his
older neighbor and gets more than he bargained for.
Keywords: MC, Fdom
Point of View: First Person
Redistribution: No restriction except that the story
may not be changed/edited and the title, author's name
and email, and request for feedback must remain
intact.
First Posted 4/10/00
Last Edited 11/02/02
Revised with input from Trey Gallant
Judith and Me 2 (MC Fdom)
Homer Vargas
vargas111@yahool.com
Chapter 2: Judith
I showed up for my appointment with Dr. Roth on time,
but I still had to wait. Fortunately, there was
entertainment. The receptionist was sitting in a way
that allowed me to see up her short smock every time
she crossed and re-crossed her pretty legs.
Eventually, I was waiting alone with a hardon. When a
very well-dressed man with a rather spacey look on his
face finally came out, the receptionist told me that
the doctor was ready to see me.
The doctor may have been ready to see me, but I wasn't
ready to see the doctor, not this one! To my
amazement, "J. Roth" was a woman. And what a woman!
Even without her 5" spike heels, she would have
equaled my 5' 11'' stature. And she was big in other
ways, too. You might say she had a coke bottle figure
--the 64 oz. size!
She smiled seeing my astonishment as I stood
speechless trying to take in the sight. The doctor
wore a proper power suit, but the tailored skirt
stopped about a furlong above her knee, and the
expensive silk blouse showcased more than concealed a
set magnificent mammaries.
"Welcome, Mr. Black. May I call you David? Have a
seat and tell me a little about yourself." She sat
down behind her desk and opened a file folder. She
began with the standard medical-type questions: name,
address, age, previous medical history, that sort of
thing. Abruptly, she closed the folder, looked me
right in the eye, and said, "Alright, David, now tell
me why you really came to see me."
Stunned, I complied. "I'm in a real fix, Doctor Roth.
I think I'm the victim of the woman who lives next
door to me. A few weeks ago she, ... I, I seem to be
under some kind of spell. I can't get her out of my
thoughts and I don't know why I am so obsessed with
her. I have been giving her money, but I don't
remember when or how. I know I am spending all my
time with her, but I don't remember everything that we
do together...."
The tone of my speech became more anxious, tense, and
just a little short of hysterical, as I proceeded. I
had not realized myself how distraught I had become
about this situation. "David, David. Calm down." Dr.
Roth interrupted. "You seem a little tense. Do you
feel nervous about putting yourself in the hands of a
woman psychologist?"
"Oh, no," I said, too hastily
"Then lie down on the couch," she smiled reassuringly,
"and I'll help you to relax."
"All right," I agreed hesitantly. She brought her
chair out from behind her desk and set it next to the
couch. She moved to the wall switch and dimmed the
lights, then returned to her chair beside the couch.
A projector threw swirling colors onto the ceiling.
She took my right hand in both of hers, and said, "Now
we are going to work on controlling your breathing. I
want you to inhale when I tell you and time your
breathing in to my count. Then you will hold your
breath while I count and then exhale slowly while I
count. When you have exhaled each time, I will say,
'Relax,' and you will repeat it to yourself silently.
Do you understand?"
I nodded. I did not trust myself to speak. At only
arms length, her obvious charms were overwhelming, and
her perfume was a fragrant fog all around me. "That's
right," she said, her voice dropping to an intimate
purr. "In-hale ... three ... four ... five ....
Hold-it ... three ... four ... five....Ex-hale ...
three ... four ... five ....Relax. "
"Relax," I said to myself, adding,
"three...four...five."
"Very good, David. Very good. Now again, more
slowly, more relaxed.
In-hale...three...four...five...six.... Hold-it ...
three...four...five...six....Ex-hale ... three ...
four five .. six....Relax." She repeated this over and
over, each time slowing down and extending the count.
I lost track of how many times she took me through
this until I heard her say, "Wonderful, David. That's
good, very good. You are an excellent subject. How
do you feel now?"
"Umm. Better," I confessed. It was amazing. A few
moments before, I had found myself on the verge of
hysteria. Now I felt so comfortable I was almost
drowsy.
"Are you still nervous about working with a female
psychologist on this problem," she asked in a velvet
voice.
"No. No, not at all," I replied. Actually, although I
was more calm now, she still made me uneasy, sitting
so close, bending towards me. It was an effort to not
look up her dress or down her blouse's Vee-neckline.
And she was still holding my hand.
"David, you're not being completely truthful," she
smiled warmly. "Like most men, you are a little bit
afraid of me. I'm a big, sexy woman, and I'm wearing
clothes that make it impossible not to look at me. I
think this short skirt and my low neckline are
affecting you. Perhaps you are worried that now that
I have you down on the couch, you would become
aroused, and I would notice it. After all, the lights
are dim. We are alone, and no-one will interrupt us.
You are in a relaxed, vulnerable state. Are you
afraid I might take sexual advantage of you?"
"Yes, Dr. Roth," I admitted.
"Well, given what you say you have been through, you
are right to be concerned. It appears that it WOULD
be very easy to manipulate you. But don't worry, my
young friend. I never have sex with a man against his
will. Believe me, I don't go to bed with a man until
I've got him very, very willing. If I make love to
you, I'll make sure you really want it first. So just
put those fears out of your mind."
At some point during this conversation, I don't know
exactly when, Judith had pulled her chair even closer,
and had begun stroking my leg just above the knee.
Gradually, her hand worked its way to my crotch. "Now
are you ready to tell me everything about this woman
and your obsession with her?"
"I'll try."
"I'll help you." she smirked and began a slow massage
of my crotch.
"Oh ... Doctor! Please, don't do that!"
"Why? Don't you like it?"
"God, yes!" I gasped.
"You're supposed to," she said. "Just relax and enjoy
the sensations."
"But...it makes me so .... it is getting me aroused."
"I'd be worried if your were not." she smiled.
"You're going to tell me about a sexual experience. I
want you to experience the arousal you felt then."
"But Doctor..."
"Don't resist me, David. This is for your own good.
Trust me. Let go and give in to your feelings. You
must be completely open with me. Let go of your
inhibitions. I want you to become sexually aroused.
Sexual arousal makes a man docile and obedient.
Doesn't my stimulating you sensually make you feel
like doing anything I tell you to do?"
"Oh...yes, Doctor," I sighed.
"Of course you will, anything I tell you. You trust
me and you are going to let me help you. Now take a
slow, deep breath ... just like before. Hold it ...
and let it out slowly. As you exhale, your eyes will
close. You are feeling relaxed, and you will tell me
everything about this woman who you fear is sexually
exploiting you."
"Yes, Doctor," I sighed as her hand slowly put me into
a wonderful, dreamy mood.
"For the last several months, I've been seeing an
older woman, a neighbor of mine. I seem to be
completely obsessed with her."
"And what is the problem: that she is older or that
you are obsessed with her?"
It was hard to think, much less talk, but I heard my
voice answering for me. "My obsession. I'm signing
over my paycheck to her, and I didn't even remember
doing so. I don't see any of my friends my own age
anymore. I have nothing in common with the woman
except sex. I don't even remember much of what Grace
and I do in bed; I seem to fall asleep every time we
..."
"Grace?" Dr. Roth interrupted gently. "Is that her
name? Grace...?"
"Yes, Doctor," I responded to her unspoken question.
"Her name is Grace Archer."
"Why the randy old...," Judith murmured to herself.
"This is getting interesting. I think you had better
tell me how this relationship began."
I tried to explain how I had been ogling Grace for
several days and her catching me looking.
"Then what happened?"
"For several days, nothing," I recalled. "Then, the
next Saturday, I was just about to leave the house to
pick up my girlfriend, when Grace came over to visit."
"And...," she coaxed.
"I don't know why I even let her in, I didn't have
time," I went on, almost babbling. "Sarah was waiting
for me, but when I opened the door, I couldn't seem to
stop her," I admitted lamely.
"Who is Sarah?" Judith asked.
"She was my girlfriend at the time," I explained. I
went on to tell Dr. Roth about sitting on the sofa
with Grace, talking with her, unable to keep my eyes
off her. How the drinks seemed to hit me harder than
I was used to. How things got so out of focus, and I
began first fondling then eating Grace out and finally
how we ended up in bed, how she virtually raped me,
and how I lost consciousness when I came. "...and
that's all I remember," I finished.
"Hmm. Didn't that seem odd. You were about to go out
with your girlfriend, and yet you invited in this
neighbor you hadn't met?"
"I couldn't say no. Maybe it was because she was
wearing the same little black dress as in the dream,"
I explained.
"Dream? What dream, David?" Judith interrupted, a
little more urgently this time. "You said something
that may be very important. I want you to relax and
try to remember everything you can about that dream.
Everything."
"Yes, Doctor," I sighed, sinking even further into
that dreamy, fuzzy-minded state as Dr. Roth stroked my
hand. Things were becoming so clear now, memories that
I hadn't recalled, but instead of generating the
anxiety they had when I first became aware of them,
when I decided to call Dr. Roth, they seemed distant,
unattached to me.
"It was Friday, the night before her visit. I seemed
to wake up, and saw Grace standing over me. She was
wearing a short sexy black dress and was touching
herself. I couldn't seem to move or speak. Then,
very deliberately, she dropped the dress and slipped
into bed with me. Before I could do anything she
offered me her luscious breasts. In my dream, I was
unable to resist. I took her succulent tits in my
mouth. Instantly her nipples grew hard as rocks as I
kissed and sucked them."
"Go on," Judith encouraged.
"By instinct my hands found her wide firm ass and
began kneading it while she began playing with my
prick! I was getting more and more excited, about to
come. I thought she was just going to jack me off,
but she just nestled my head on her breasts and spoke
softly to me, and the dream seemed to fade away. Then
it seemed to come back. She was still nursing me at
her breast and playing with my cock. She stopped,
tranquilized me with a kiss, and crawled on top of
me."
"Effortlessly she took my prick in her hand and guided
it up inside her warm moist cunt. Slowly at first,
she started to ride up and down on my cock. She was
fucking me and I was powerless to stop her. I had
never before been taken by a woman against my will. I
had never before even let a woman get on top of me to
fuck. But in this dream I seemed to have no choice.
Grace was too heavy; I hadn't the strength to get her
off of me and soon found I didn't even want her off."
"It was heavenly having her on me, being overpowered
and fucked by this big sexy woman. The pleasure was so
intense, I couldn't think. I loved what her pussy was
doing to me. My body responded totally to hers. I was
being raped, but I didn't want it to stop. She rode
my prick expertly, getting herself off time after
time. Each time she came, I felt my cock bathed in
hot rich cunny juices. I felt overpowered, helpless,
violated! She was using me to sate her own
considerable lust. And every second of it was
ecstasy! Then at last she started riding me faster.
Her canter became a trot and then a gallop! She was
beginning to make me come! I felt the orgasm build
and build until at last I exploded inside her. She
continued riding me, slower now, until I was drained."
"When she felt my prick gradually go limp at last, she
rolled off me and nestled my head on her breasts
again, and spoke softly to me until the dream seemed
to fade away."
"That was very important, David. See how much you can
remember when you let me relax you?" Judith said.
"Now, you've said you don't remember what happened
after she came to your house the next day. Let's try
to work on that. I want you to relax again and try to
remember more, not about the dream, now, but about
that night Grace seduced you. You knew she was an
"inappropriate" woman for you, yet you were feeling
very horny. Remember how horny you were, just like
you are now. She had you in bed. Her pussy was going
up... and down... up... and down.... Like my hand on
your cock now. It was so relaxing, David. You closed
your eyes and let her fuck you... fuck you... to
sleep..." My eyes were closed, and Judith's voice
seemed to come from far away: "Tell me what happened
next."
"I vaguely recall that she woke me up several times
and said it was time for me to have more."
"That's right," she encouraged me. "She let you wake
up a little. Go on..."
"Each time," I continued, "she gave me her tits to
suck until I was hard again, then she got on top of me
and fucked me until I passed out from the orgasm. I
seem to remember her talking to me as she fucked me.
It all seemed unreal, like the dream I had the night
before."
"So when I woke up the next morning and found her in
my bed, looking down at me and smirking, I was
momentarily confused."
As I spoke, I seemed to be reliving the moment...
*****
"What are you doing here, ma'am," I blurted out.
"Can't you tell, silly boy? And don't call me 'ma'am'
although I am almost old enough to be your mother.
I've been making love to you, so you will call me
Grace, for now. Your prick spent a couple of busy
nights in and out of me, and did I give you a romp!"
she laughed.
"A couple of nights?" I said, more confused than ever.
Hadn't she just come over the afternoon before? How
long had I been out anyway?
"Last night," she said coyly, "and the night before."
"My dream!" I exclaimed. "So the dream was real!"
"The wildest of wet dreams, young man," she answered,
leaving me more confused than ever.
"Of course," I mused, trying to sort it out. "But how
could you fuck me without waking me up?"
"Now how would I fuck an unsuspecting young man?" She
smiled as if posing an academic question "That would
be easy. First I would sneak into his bedroom and
place a tranquilizer patch on his arm while he was
asleep. Next, while the drug took effect, I'd play
with myself to get good and horny and to make my pussy
wet and ready for the action to come," she giggled.
"Then I would drop my dress and cuddle up with him.
By then he would be too doped-up to object to having a
sexy woman in bed with him, not that he likely would,
anyway. I'd let him suck my tits to keep him busy
while I started working on his dick until he had a
nice, big boner. Then I'd climb on him and ram that
lovely stiff organ of his up inside my slippery pussy.
I would get myself off a few times and then make him
cum inside me until he was temporarily drained."
I was more confused than before, if possible. Was she
talking about what she could do, or had done? Last
night, or the night before? I couldn't seem to think
straight.
"Sexual satiation puts a man to sleep the right way,"
she continued, not giving me time to sort it out. "So
I could take off the now unneeded patch. After that
first orgasm, I had a better way to keep you under
control but your cock well employed. Any time I felt
you starting to get restless, I let you suck my tits
again. My breast calmed you down and stiffened up
your prick for me the way I like it. Then I put your
prick back in me and rode you to an orgasm that made
you pass out again. We had two long, hot busy nights."
"But why me?" I gasped.
"Why you?" she laughed. "Because I needed to get
fucked and you were handy," she grinned. "What better
reason could a horny woman have for sneaking into the
bed of a sleeping man and making love to him all
night. Look at me, David. You should be able to tell
that a woman with tits and hips like mine has been
used to getting lots of sex all her life. I developed
early. At thirteen I was jail bait and dying to get
laid. I put the move on my older sister's 16 year old
boyfriend in the back seat of his car. I told him he
could play with my tits the way I had seen him try to
do with my timid sister. But I wasn't timid. While
he fumbled inexpertly, I unzipped his pants and worked
on his cock until he was hard. I had to show him how
to put it in me, but I got fucked three times that
night and I haven't stopped since."
"For the last thirty years, I've almost never spent a
night with an empty pussy," she continued, proudly.
"I've had scores of lovers putting their cocks between
my legs to try to keep me satisfied. My third husband
was the best, putting it to me several times a day!
If he had told me about his heart condition, I would
have gone easier on him. But, rest his soul, he died
happy. Since then, I haven't been able to get screwed
nearly often enough. Oh, I seduced the parson who
came over to offer sympathy, and I have gone down on a
couple of patients at the hospital, but it had been
too long since I had a regular supply of prick for my
cunt. I was going crazy from the dearth of man-meat!"
"Then, a few nights ago, I caught a glimpse of you
through your bedroom window, undressing. I felt my
panties get wet and the revelation came. 'Look at all
that hard young prick right next door and going to
waste tonight!' I said to myself, ruefully. 'There
is the tool that could solve your pussy's problems for
good. Seduce the owner of that baby, give him a
really good lay, and you can make him stick it up in
you anytime you need it. I got so horny lying therein
bed drinking and dreaming about holding you naked in
my arms with your long thick prick snaking all the way
into me, I had to use my dildo to get some relief."
"So when I saw you ogling my tits and ass that
morning, I knew you were my pigeon. I was sure you
would be thinking about me, fantasizing about sucking
my big tits, dreaming of my going down on you with my
big ass. All I had to do was get in bed with you just
one night and I could make you like it so much I'd
turn you into my private fucking machine! And now I
have what I need. Your hard young prick is going to
solve my pussy's entire problem. And I am going to
make sure you enjoy pleasing me."
"Mrs. Archer!" I exclaimed, flabbergasted. "You can't
do ... Oh! ..."
"Hush," she said tenderly and kissed me, taking hold
of my cock and starting to massage it deliciously
again. "I told you to call me Grace, I can make you
screw me any time I want to be screwed. And since I
haven't had you in me for several hours, I want it
now! I want to feel your big, pussy-pleasing prick
filling up my cunt again. Oh look at the hard on
you've got lover. This is too much!" she laughed.
"What an easy fuck you are. What a marvelous cunt
pleaser you're going to be! Just telling you how I
seduced you last night got you horny. You need to get
laid all over again."
"Grace, stop!" I pleaded.
"Are you sure you want me to stop?" she grinned as her
hand encircled my penis. "You've got a BIG problem
here. You are showing signs of intense sexual craving,
David. I diagnose this beautiful hard on as an attack
of chronic cunt deficiency. You need a lot more sex
than you've been getting, young man. Fortunately, I
can do something to alleviate your immediate
discomfort. When I see a man in this condition, I
prescribe a good roll in the hay. And the treatment
begins by getting you really hot. I want you to suck
my titties."
"Just go to work on my tits again for a few minutes
until they are hard as rocks and my pussy is juiced up
nicely. Then I'll administer a dose of my special
medicine that will give you a short respite from your
craving for sex. But I have to warn you, there is no
permanent cure for a man with your problem. You'll
have to keep coming back to me again and again for
additional treatments."
The languorous power of her hand stroking my prick
made further resistance unthinkable. "Oh, Mrs. ..Oh,
Grace," I moaned in surrender as I sank into her
voluptuous body. My obedient mouth found her nipples.
"Ah...That's so nice, just the way I like it," she
said shortly, her voice thickening with lust. "You are
sucking your Mistress's titties good, so much better
when you're awake, just like I knew you would. Yes!!
I'm getting such a lovely buzz on. I'm glad your
ex-girlfriends have taught you how to play with a
woman's breasts to make her horny and hungry for your
cock. You really do know how to work a woman's tits.
You're getting me so hot! Turning me on like a pro.
Keep it up, sir! Oh, Lord, do I want it! You've got
my cunt wet and itching for that big pecker of yours.
Oh, shit! I want it now and I want it bad!" Her
voice rose.
"You've got me hot, young man, hot to fuck. And now,
for setting me on fire, you're going to get a big
reward. You get to be the fireman whose big long fire
hose gets to go into my red-hot cunt to extinguish the
blaze. Best of all, you don't have to do a thing.
You get to lie back and let me do all the screwing.
You like it like this. From now on I will take charge
of your sex life and make you love it! It'll be so
easy, David. You like the way I fuck you. Pussy goes
up...and down...up...and down....It's so relaxing,
David. You are going to close your eyes and let me
fuck you...fuck you..."
"NO, Grace," I protested. Indeed, I did love the way
she was turning me on, but I was afraid I was getting
in over my head. Then it came to me! "Grace, what are
you doing? You trying to hypnotize me!"
"I'm not just trying, darling, I'm doing it ... again.
I put you in a light trance the first time after we
made love, night before last, while you were dazed and
vulnerable. Post hypnotic suggestion made sure you
would let me in last night. I hardly needed the
scopolamine I slipped into your drink while you went
for ice. I had you in a medium trance even as we
talked. Now you are going under again for me. Each
time I fuck you, it's going to get easier to put you
under my control, the control that you will come to
love. Now hush, baby, and let me continue."
"No, no," I moaned vainly.
"Very good, David. You are fighting me. I want you
to fight me! The more you struggle, the more helpless
you will feel when you succumb, when it feels too good
to resist. You are getting weak, sinking into my
power. Close your eyes, David, and let me fuck you.
You're going to fall asleep in my arms, David. You
will fall into a deep sleep and when you awake, you
will need sex ever so desperately, every few hours,
sex you will be able to get only from me. You will
forget all about the little chickees you used to bring
over here. You won't need or want other women. You'll
get all the sex you can handle from me! I'll keep your
prick fully occupied, David."
"No ... How?" I murmured as I felt myself fade. "I'm a
nurse. I worked for a psychiatrist and I have been
trained enough in hypnosis to handle a man like you.
I've got inside your mind. After last night, I
understand your desires completely. I know your
weaknesses and how to take advantage of them. I know
how to turn you on, David, whether you want to be or
not. Like many men, you have a secret desire to be
dominated by a woman. With me, you are going to get
your wish."
"No, Grace, no!" I protested, but more weakly now.
"Yes, domination, my love, my poor, horny, weak baby.
Now just relax while my cunt goes up and down on your
cock and makes you very sleepy. Forget all about last
night and this morning. Forget everything except how
good it feels to let me fuck you ... fuck you ... fuck
you to sleep..."
*****
"It was just like the night before," I found myself
explaining to Dr. Roth, "She rode me to a mind-blowing
orgasm that made me pass out. And that is all I
remember."
"You didn't pass out just from the orgasm," Dr. Roth
commented. "What I've helped you remember her saying
was correct: each time she brought you to climax, she
was putting you into a deeper hypnotic trance, what we
call 'fractionating'. Hypnosis is the way she holds
you in her power until you are thoroughly conditioned.
This sounds like a classic case of seduction and
female domination. I think Grace Archer is well on
the way to putting you in sexual bondage. Horny young
men are particularly vulnerable to falling under the
control of a wily older woman who has kept her figure.
She knows so much about pleasing men, a young guy
just doesn't have a chance."
"Sexual bondage?" I quavered.
"It seems obvious from what you have told me," Dr.
Roth replied. "And from what I know about her. One
more question," she hurried on before I could digest
the implications of this last remark, "Do you still
have relations with other women?"
"No," I admitted. "At first I still thought about
Sarah occasionally, and even wanted to call her. But
Grace was always with me, and there was never an
opportunity to see her. She broke it off eventually,
but it didn't matter. Now I don't have the desire for
anyone else."
"Hmmm. Not even now?" she teased. "Then you ARE
totally enslaved. Do you know why she chose you as
her ...victim?"
I felt my cheeks redden. "Well, she lives next door,"
I said, choosing to ignore the implications of her
first question. "She said I was handy."
Judith arched her eyebrows. She really did have the
most expressive eyes. "Anything else?"
"She says she likes my prick," I mumbled. In spite of
my hyper-relaxed and responsive state, I found I was
still profoundly embarrassed.
"Oh?" Judith Roth seemed to sit lean a little closer,
more intent. "What does she like about it?" she
purred insinuatingly.
"She says..," I gulped. "She says it is so long and
thick. She says she loves the way it goes deep inside
her and fills her pussy up."
"Really?" Judith said with interest. "I think I
should examine this woman pleasing organ of yours ...
strictly for professional reasons, of course."
"Of course, Doctor." My mind spun. Why did she ask
that? Why did I agree? But for the life of me, I
could not think of a single reason why she should not
look at my cock. Well... to tell the truth, I
couldn't seem to think at all. "Do you want me to
pull off my pants?"
"Oh, that won't be necessary, David. Just relax, and
let me take care of it. I'll just unbutton you at the
waist..." she grinned, matching action to words,
"...and unzip your fly... and pull down the
trousers.... Oh my! You do look good in shorts," she
said admiringly. "A nice firm belly with strong
muscles." She trailed her fingers lightly down my abs.
"And you have a nice BIG bulge there between your legs
where a woman likes to see one," she smirked, as her
hand moved from my lower abdomen to my crotch again.
"I can understand why Ms. Archer was first attracted
to you. Having a man next door with the kind of
equipment you have would make any woman start to
scheme about getting you between her legs."
As Judith said this, she began massaging me more
vigorously. "I'll have to examine this more closely,"
she said as she pulled down my shorts. "Ah, yes!" she
gasped, now visibly excited.
"She says she enjoys it," I managed to say. Judith's
touch was definitely arousing me, and making it
difficult to think or speak coherently.
"I'll bet she does!" Judith agreed. "I see you do
have the equipment to fulfill your neighbor's sexual
needs. That old she-goat is actually quite fortunate.
The mature woman, you know, is at the height of her
sexuality. She has intense needs for sex and she must
have frequent and vigorous intercourse to keep her
cravings under control. Many men en her own age are
well past their sexual peak and can't give her enough
in-and-out to satisfy her, so naturally she turns to
younger men for the physical love she requires. Your
youth, and strength, and size, and vigor must please
her very well."
"Oh, yes. She brays and screams uncontrollably when we
have sex," I murmured.
"Of course she does. How many times a night does she
get you to service her?"
"I don't really know," I admitted. "After the first
time, I'm in sort of a fog. She sort of half wakes me
up and makes me suck her tits. I think this gets me
hard, and she rides me again."
"Yes, of course. She is still aroused after her first
orgasm, and doesn't need any more foreplay. She just
wants more of you and another climax." Judith now
began directly stroking my penis. "Let me see how
responsive you are." Within seconds her gentle but
insistent touch had given me a full erection. "Just as
I supposed," Judith said smugly. "You are aroused
easily. Why you are getting an erection right now.
You are clearly an over-sexed young man, too easy to
turn on for your own good. Grace Archer makes you
want it and uses your need to control you. You are in
big trouble, my friend. You can never get free from a
witch like that without help."
"Can you help me, doctor?" I begged.
"I believe I can," she answered. "But it will require
a long series of treatments. This lecherous woman has
you almost totally in her control. She has twisted
your sex drive so that you crave domination. You need
to be under a woman's control in order to have sex.
Loosening the powerful grip she has on your mind won't
be easy, but I believe I can help you if you are
willing to start right away."
"Please do, doctor," I begged her. "Will the
treatments be difficult?"
"It will take time," Judith asserted, "but I will
succeed if you'll just let me have my way with you."
I paid no attention to that phrase
"But will the treatment be painful?" I asked in
trepidation.
"Oh, no! In fact, I'll see to it that you will enjoy
them very much. Just close your eyes and relax. This
doesn't hurt, does it?" she asked and began to work my
prick still more vigorously.
"Ahhh...no, doctor," I moaned. "In fact it feels
wonderful ... but ... you are making me feel so ... so
horny. If you keep at up, you will make me ... want
.... Well, I won't be able to control myself. I'm
starting to want to be fucked. You're making me want
to fuck you, just like she does ... but you're my
*doctor*..."
"Don't be concerned, David. It happens fairly
frequently to men who come to see me. A man lies there
on that couch and looks up at my breasts, or peeks up
under my skirt, and it is natural for him to start
becoming aroused. It is dark in here and he knows he
is alone with me. He feels weak and vulnerable. He
knows how easily I could seduce him and no one would
know. He begins to fantasize about my taking advantage
of him."
"Many men, in fact, get turned on just thinking about
having a powerful, sexy woman like their doctor make
them have sex. It's easy to see when a man wants to be
seduced. If he's cute, and looks like he has the
right stuff to make it fun for me, too, then I provoke
him until he's panting with lust. Then before he
knows what has happened, I hike up my skirt, climb on
him, and give him some relief. Of course, I usually
have to charge double for sessions in which I provide
such 'special' service," she grinned. "Many men come
to me for no other reason. They enjoy having a
masterful woman put them down and fuck them silly."
"In your case, however, turning you on is actually the
beginning of your therapy," Judith asserted. Then she
stood up. "I want you to watch me carefully while I
strip," she instructed, removing her jacket and
beginning to unfasten her blouse. "Seeing me in bra
and panties will arouse you intensely, David. You are
going to become very excited, and then I am going to
screw you ... really good."
"But Doctor," I protested weakly. "This is just what
Grace does to make me fuck her!"
"Of course she does," she replied. "All woman do the
same things to men when we want them to fuck them.
There haven't been any new ways of turning a man on
invented recently," she chuckled, as she finished
opening her blouse and pulled it free of the waistband
of her skirt.
"But why do you have to fuck me?" I pleaded.
"To free you from Grace's shackles," Judith explained,
"I must take stronger control of your mind than she
has." She slipped off her blouse and draped it
languidly over the chair. My eyes were riveted to her
voluptuous figure. "I will put you in a hypnotic
trance that will make you do anything I say."
"I won't let you do that, Doctor," I objected.
"Yes, you will, David. I am going to use a drug on
you that will destroy your mind's defenses against my
control, and so permit me to help you. It is a
powerful drug that will put you to sleep, into a deep
sleep," she explained as she loosened her skirt and
let it fall to the floor. She paused and struck a
pose, her thumbs thrust under the waist band of her
panties. "Shall I start giving you your medicine?"
she asked ,coyly.
"I don't know, doctor," I gasped. I seemed to have
some trouble breathing while looking at her. "Is it a
new and dangerous drug?"
"Oh, new it is not," Judith laughed. "Women have been
using it to make men succumb for eons. It is
dangerous, however. Men know and fear its power." As
she spoke, she slowly drew her panties down and
stepped out of them. "It is a drug which can become a
habit, a drug that can make a man a slave to the woman
who gives it to him." She moved nearer to the couch,
swaying in rhythm to her voice, which had become a low
sing-song chant. "But when a woman offers a man a
dose, he can't help taking it. Men let women drug
them because they enjoy too much the way we administer
it," she grinned as she crawled on top of me.
"We give you the drug with our pussies, David," she
intoned slowly, sensuously and rhythmically. "We
secrete a mind controlling hormone from between our
legs. It seeps in through your penis when it
penetrates into my cunt," she continued as she slid my
prick into her pussy. "It gets into your blood and
flows to your brain," she whispered and began to ride
me. "It makes you do what I say. You *like* this
drug, David. You will come back for it again and
again. When I finish making love to you, you will
want me more than you want Grace Archer."
A suspicion began to creep into my befuddled mind.
"But then I'll still be in bondage, only to you rather
than her?"
"That's her problem," Judith dismissed my question,
without changing the tone or cadence of her voice.
"Soon you will hardly remember her name, but *I* will
have a hard-dicked young lover. After all, I am a
mature woman just like Grace. I, too, have a
voracious sexual appetite, which nice young prick can
help satisfy."
"But Doctor," I whispered in feeble protest
"You...tricked...me!"
"'All's fair in love and war,' my pet, and this is
both. Besides, I don't believe you are so sorry I
tricked you. Look at the shape of the woman you're
going to be getting," she continued, caressing her
ample curves as she rocked back and forth on top of me
to the primeval beat.
"From the moment you came in I could see you were weak
and vulnerable, but scrumptiously male, an ideal
target for a dominant woman. It was only a matter of
time before one found you. Some are truly evil; Grace
is not the worst. But don't worry, my darling. I'm
going to take good care of my big boy. One of those
bad women could hurt you if Mommy doesn't protect you.
But from now on this beautiful prick of yours will be
safe with me. I have a soft warm place in me to keep
you safe and happy. Starting now, you'll be MY big
boy!"
Judith totally dominated my sensory universe. I could
see only her, hear only her voice, feel only her body
astride mine, her pussy devouring my cock. "You will
loose desire for your neighbor, for any other woman,
David. From now on you fuck only me ... only me..."
She began riding me faster, more insistently. "No
other woman can make you come, David. Your orgasm
belongs to Me! Surrender, darling, surrender it to
ME!"
I must have had a huge smile on my face when I erupted
inside her and sank into that soft dark world of
nothingness.
To be continued in Chapter 3: All My problems Solved?
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Title: Judith and Me
Author: Homer Vargas
Part: 2 Judith
Universe:
Summary: David seeks help for his obsession with his
older neighbor and gets more than he bargained for.
Keywords: MC, Fdom
Point of View: First Person
Redistribution: No restriction except that the story
may not be changed/edited and the title, author's name
and email, and request for feedback must remain
intact.
First Posted 4/10/00
Last Edited 11/02/02
Revised with input from Trey Gallant
Judith and Me 2 (Fdom, FF, preg)
Homer Vargas
vargas111@yahool.com
Chapter 2: Judith
I showed up for my appointment with Dr. Roth on time,
but I still had to wait. Fortunately, there was
entertainment. The receptionist was sitting in a way
that allowed me to see up her short smock every time
she crossed and re-crossed her pretty legs.
Eventually, I was waiting alone with a hardon. When a
very well-dressed man with a rather spacey look on his
face finally came out, the receptionist told me that
the doctor was ready to see me.
The doctor may have been ready to see me, but I wasn't
ready to see the doctor, not this one! To my
amazement, "J. Roth" was a woman. And what a woman!
Even without her 5" spike heels, she would have
equaled my 5' 11'' stature. And she was big in other
ways, too. You might say she had a coke bottle figure
--the 64 oz. size!
She smiled seeing my astonishment as I stood
speechless trying to take in the sight. The doctor
wore a proper power suit, but the tailored skirt
stopped about a furlong above her knee, and the
expensive silk blouse showcased more than concealed a
set magnificent mammaries.
"Welcome, Mr. Black. May I call you David? Have a
seat and tell me a little about yourself." She sat
down behind her desk and opened a file folder. She
began with the standard medical-type questions: name,
address, age, previous medical history, that sort of
thing. Abruptly, she closed the folder, looked me
right in the eye, and said, "Alright, David, now tell
me why you really came to see me."
Stunned, I complied. "I'm in a real fix, Doctor Roth.
I think I'm the victim of the woman who lives next
door to me. A few weeks ago she, ... I, I seem to be
under some kind of spell. I can't get her out of my
thoughts and I don't know why I am so obsessed with
her. I have been giving her money, but I don't
remember when or how. I know I am spending all my
time with her, but I don't remember everything that we
do together...."
The tone of my speech became more anxious, tense, and
just a little short of hysterical, as I proceeded. I
had not realized myself how distraught I had become
about this situation. "David, David. Calm down." Dr.
Roth interrupted. "You seem a little tense. Do you
feel nervous about putting yourself in the hands of a
woman psychologist?"
"Oh, no," I said, too hastily
"Then lie down on the couch," she smiled reassuringly,
"and I'll help you to relax."
"All right," I agreed hesitantly. She brought her
chair out from behind her desk and set it next to the
couch. She moved to the wall switch and dimmed the
lights, then returned to her chair beside the couch.
A projector threw swirling colors onto the ceiling.
She took my right hand in both of hers, and said, "Now
we are going to work on controlling your breathing. I
want you to inhale when I tell you and time your
breathing in to my count. Then you will hold your
breath while I count and then exhale slowly while I
count. When you have exhaled each time, I will say,
'Relax,' and you will repeat it to yourself silently.
Do you understand?"
I nodded. I did not trust myself to speak. At only
arms length, her obvious charms were overwhelming, and
her perfume was a fragrant fog all around me. "That's
right," she said, her voice dropping to an intimate
purr. "In-hale ... three ... four ... five ....
Hold-it ... three ... four ... five....Ex-hale ...
three ... four ... five ....Relax. "
"Relax," I said to myself, adding,
"three...four...five."
"Very good, David. Very good. Now again, more
slowly, more relaxed.
In-hale...three...four...five...six.... Hold-it ...
three...four...five...six....Ex-hale ... three ...
four five .. six....Relax." She repeated this over and
over, each time slowing down and extending the count.
I lost track of how many times she took me through
this until I heard her say, "Wonderful, David. That's
good, very good. You are an excellent subject. How
do you feel now?"
"Umm. Better," I confessed. It was amazing. A few
moments before, I had found myself on the verge of
hysteria. Now I felt so comfortable I was almost
drowsy.
"Are you still nervous about working with a female
psychologist on this problem," she asked in a velvet
voice.
"No. No, not at all," I replied. Actually, although I
was more calm now, she still made me uneasy, sitting
so close, bending towards me. It was an effort to not
look up her dress or down her blouse's Vee-neckline.
And she was still holding my hand.
"David, you're not being completely truthful," she
smiled warmly. "Like most men, you are a little bit
afraid of me. I'm a big, sexy woman, and I'm wearing
clothes that make it impossible not to look at me. I
think this short skirt and my low neckline are
affecting you. Perhaps you are worried that now that
I have you down on the couch, you would become
aroused, and I would notice it. After all, the lights
are dim. We are alone, and no-one will interrupt us.
You are in a relaxed, vulnerable state. Are you
afraid I might take sexual advantage of you?"
"Yes, Dr. Roth," I admitted.
"Well, given what you say you have been through, you
are right to be concerned. It appears that it WOULD
be very easy to manipulate you. But don't worry, my
young friend. I never have sex with a man against his
will. Believe me, I don't go to bed with a man until
I've got him very, very willing. If I make love to
you, I'll make sure you really want it first. So just
put those fears out of your mind."
At some point during this conversation, I don't know
exactly when, Judith had pulled her chair even closer,
and had begun stroking my leg just above the knee.
Gradually, her hand worked its way to my crotch. "Now
are you ready to tell me everything about this woman
and your obsession with her?"
"I'll try."
"I'll help you." she smirked and began a slow massage
of my crotch.
"Oh ... Doctor! Please, don't do that!"
"Why? Don't you like it?"
"God, yes!" I gasped.
"You're supposed to," she said. "Just relax and enjoy
the sensations."
"But...it makes me so .... it is getting me aroused."
"I'd be worried if your were not." she smiled.
"You're going to tell me about a sexual experience. I
want you to experience the arousal you felt then."
"But Doctor..."
"Don't resist me, David. This is for your own good.
Trust me. Let go and give in to your feelings. You
must be completely open with me. Let go of your
inhibitions. I want you to become sexually aroused.
Sexual arousal makes a man docile and obedient.
Doesn't my stimulating you sensually make you feel
like doing anything I tell you to do?"
"Oh...yes, Doctor," I sighed.
"Of course you will, anything I tell you. You trust
me and you are going to let me help you. Now take a
slow, deep breath ... just like before. Hold it ...
and let it out slowly. As you exhale, your eyes will
close. You are feeling relaxed, and you will tell me
everything about this woman who you fear is sexually
exploiting you."
"Yes, Doctor," I sighed as her hand slowly put me into
a wonderful, dreamy mood.
"For the last several months, I've been seeing an
older woman, a neighbor of mine. I seem to be
completely obsessed with her."
"And what is the problem: that she is older or that
you are obsessed with her?"
It was hard to think, much less talk, but I heard my
voice answering for me. "My obsession. I'm signing
over my paycheck to her, and I didn't even remember
doing so. I don't see any of my friends my own age
anymore. I have nothing in common with the woman
except sex. I don't even remember much of what Grace
and I do in bed; I seem to fall asleep every time we
..."
"Grace?" Dr. Roth interrupted gently. "Is that her
name? Grace...?"
"Yes, Doctor," I responded to her unspoken question.
"Her name is Grace Archer."
"Why the randy old...," Judith murmured to herself.
"This is getting interesting. I think you had better
tell me how this relationship began."
I tried to explain how I had been ogling Grace for
several days and her catching me looking.
"Then what happened?"
"For several days, nothing," I recalled. "Then, the
next Saturday, I was just about to leave the house to
pick up my girlfriend, when Grace came over to visit."
"And...," she coaxed.
"I don't know why I even let her in, I didn't have
time," I went on, almost babbling. "Sarah was waiting
for me, but when I opened the door, I couldn't seem to
stop her," I admitted lamely.
"Who is Sarah?" Judith asked.
"She was my girlfriend at the time," I explained. I
went on to tell Dr. Roth about sitting on the sofa
with Grace, talking with her, unable to keep my eyes
off her. How the drinks seemed to hit me harder than
I was used to. How things got so out of focus, and I
began first fondling then eating Grace out and finally
how we ended up in bed, how she virtually raped me,
and how I lost consciousness when I came. "...and
that's all I remember," I finished.
"Hmm. Didn't that seem odd. You were about to go out
with your girlfriend, and yet you invited in this
neighbor you hadn't met?"
"I couldn't say no. Maybe it was because she was
wearing the same little black dress as in the dream,"
I explained.
"Dream? What dream, David?" Judith interrupted, a
little more urgently this time. "You said something
that may be very important. I want you to relax and
try to remember everything you can about that dream.
Everything."
"Yes, Doctor," I sighed, sinking even further into
that dreamy, fuzzy-minded state as Dr. Roth stroked my
hand. Things were becoming so clear now, memories that
I hadn't recalled, but instead of generating the
anxiety they had when I first became aware of them,
when I decided to call Dr. Roth, they seemed distant,
unattached to me.
"It was Friday, the night before her visit. I seemed
to wake up, and saw Grace standing over me. She was
wearing a short sexy black dress and was touching
herself. I couldn't seem to move or speak. Then,
very deliberately, she dropped the dress and slipped
into bed with me. Before I could do anything she
offered me her luscious breasts. In my dream, I was
unable to resist. I took her succulent tits in my
mouth. Instantly her nipples grew hard as rocks as I
kissed and sucked them."
"Go on," Judith encouraged.
"By instinct my hands found her wide firm ass and
began kneading it while she began playing with my
prick! I was getting more and more excited, about to
come. I thought she was just going to jack me off,
but she just nestled my head on her breasts and spoke
softly to me, and the dream seemed to fade away. Then
it seemed to come back. She was still nursing me at
her breast and playing with my cock. She stopped,
tranquilized me with a kiss, and crawled on top of
me."
"Effortlessly she took my prick in her hand and guided
it up inside her warm moist cunt. Slowly at first,
she started to ride up and down on my cock. She was
fucking me and I was powerless to stop her. I had
never before been taken by a woman against my will. I
had never before even let a woman get on top of me to
fuck. But in this dream I seemed to have no choice.
Grace was too heavy; I hadn't the strength to get her
off of me and soon found I didn't even want her off."
"It was heavenly having her on me, being overpowered
and fucked by this big sexy woman. The pleasure was so
intense, I couldn't think. I loved what her pussy was
doing to me. My body responded totally to hers. I was
being raped, but I didn't want it to stop. She rode
my prick expertly, getting herself off time after
time. Each time she came, I felt my cock bathed in
hot rich cunny juices. I felt overpowered, helpless,
violated! She was using me to sate her own
considerable lust. And every second of it was
ecstasy! Then at last she started riding me faster.
Her canter became a trot and then a gallop! She was
beginning to make me come! I felt the orgasm build
and build until at last I exploded inside her. She
continued riding me, slower now, until I was drained."
"When she felt my prick gradually go limp at last, she
rolled off me and nestled my head on her breasts
again, and spoke softly to me until the dream seemed
to fade away."
"That was very important, David. See how much you can
remember when you let me relax you?" Judith said.
"Now, you've said you don't remember what happened
after she came to your house the next day. Let's try
to work on that. I want you to relax again and try to
remember more, not about the dream, now, but about
that night Grace seduced you. You knew she was an
"inappropriate" woman for you, yet you were feeling
very horny. Remember how horny you were, just like
you are now. She had you in bed. Her pussy was going
up... and down... up... and down.... Like my hand on
your cock now. It was so relaxing, David. You closed
your eyes and let her fuck you... fuck you... to
sleep..." My eyes were closed, and Judith's voice
seemed to come from far away: "Tell me what happened
next."
"I vaguely recall that she woke me up several times
and said it was time for me to have more."
"That's right," she encouraged me. "She let you wake
up a little. Go on..."
"Each time," I continued, "she gave me her tits to
suck until I was hard again, then she got on top of me
and fucked me until I passed out from the orgasm. I
seem to remember her talking to me as she fucked me.
It all seemed unreal, like the dream I had the night
before."
"So when I woke up the next morning and found her in
my bed, looking down at me and smirking, I was
momentarily confused."
As I spoke, I seemed to be reliving the moment...
*****
"What are you doing here, ma'am," I blurted out.
"Can't you tell, silly boy? And don't call me 'ma'am'
although I am almost old enough to be your mother.
I've been making love to you, so you will call me
Grace, for now. Your prick spent a couple of busy
nights in and out of me, and did I give you a romp!"
she laughed.
"A couple of nights?" I said, more confused than ever.
Hadn't she just come over the afternoon before? How
long had I been out anyway?
"Last night," she said coyly, "and the night before."
"My dream!" I exclaimed. "So the dream was real!"
"The wildest of wet dreams, young man," she answered,
leaving me more confused than ever.
"Of course," I mused, trying to sort it out. "But how
could you fuck me without waking me up?"
"Now how would I fuck an unsuspecting young man?" She
smiled as if posing an academic question "That would
be easy. First I would sneak into his bedroom and
place a tranquilizer patch on his arm while he was
asleep. Next, while the drug took effect, I'd play
with myself to get good and horny and to make my pussy
wet and ready for the action to come," she giggled.
"Then I would drop my dress and cuddle up with him.
By then he would be too doped-up to object to having a
sexy woman in bed with him, not that he likely would,
anyway. I'd let him suck my tits to keep him busy
while I started working on his dick until he had a
nice, big boner. Then I'd climb on him and ram that
lovely stiff organ of his up inside my slippery pussy.
I would get myself off a few times and then make him
cum inside me until he was temporarily drained."
I was more confused than before, if possible. Was she
talking about what she could do, or had done? Last
night, or the night before? I couldn't seem to think
straight.
"Sexual satiation puts a man to sleep the right way,"
she continued, not giving me time to sort it out. "So
I could take off the now unneeded patch. After that
first orgasm, I had a better way to keep you under
control but your cock well employed. Any time I felt
you starting to get restless, I let you suck my tits
again. My breast calmed you down and stiffened up
your prick for me the way I like it. Then I put your
prick back in me and rode you to an orgasm that made
you pass out again. We had two long, hot busy nights."
"But why me?" I gasped.
"Why you?" she laughed. "Because I needed to get
fucked and you were handy," she grinned. "What better
reason could a horny woman have for sneaking into the
bed of a sleeping man and making love to him all
night. Look at me, David. You should be able to tell
that a woman with tits and hips like mine has been
used to getting lots of sex all her life. I developed
early. At thirteen I was jail bait and dying to get
laid. I put the move on my older sister's 16 year old
boyfriend in the back seat of his car. I told him he
could play with my tits the way I had seen him try to
do with my timid sister. But I wasn't timid. While
he fumbled inexpertly, I unzipped his pants and worked
on his cock until he was hard. I had to show him how
to put it in me, but I got fucked three times that
night and I haven't stopped since."
"For the last thirty years, I've almost never spent a
night with an empty pussy," she continued, proudly.
"I've had scores of lovers putting their cocks between
my legs to try to keep me satisfied. My third husband
was the best, putting it to me several times a day!
If he had told me about his heart condition, I would
have gone easier on him. But, rest his soul, he died
happy. Since then, I haven't been able to get screwed
nearly often enough. Oh, I seduced the parson who
came over to offer sympathy, and I have gone down on a
couple of patients at the hospital, but it had been
too long since I had a regular supply of prick for my
cunt. I was going crazy from the dearth of man-meat!"
"Then, a few nights ago, I caught a glimpse of you
through your bedroom window, undressing. I felt my
panties get wet and the revelation came. 'Look at all
that hard young prick right next door and going to
waste tonight!' I said to myself, ruefully. 'There
is the tool that could solve your pussy's problems for
good. Seduce the owner of that baby, give him a
really good lay, and you can make him stick it up in
you anytime you need it. I got so horny lying therein
bed drinking and dreaming about holding you naked in
my arms with your long thick prick snaking all the way
into me, I had to use my dildo to get some relief."
"So when I saw you ogling my tits and ass that
morning, I knew you were my pigeon. I was sure you
would be thinking about me, fantasizing about sucking
my big tits, dreaming of my going down on you with my
big ass. All I had to do was get in bed with you just
one night and I could make you like it so much I'd
turn you into my private fucking machine! And now I
have what I need. Your hard young prick is going to
solve my pussy's entire problem. And I am going to
make sure you enjoy pleasing me."
"Mrs. Archer!" I exclaimed, flabbergasted. "You can't
do ... Oh! ..."
"Hush," she said tenderly and kissed me, taking hold
of my cock and starting to massage it deliciously
again. "I told you to call me Grace, I can make you
screw me any time I want to be screwed. And since I
haven't had you in me for several hours, I want it
now! I want to feel your big, pussy-pleasing prick
filling up my cunt again. Oh look at the hard on
you've got lover. This is too much!" she laughed.
"What an easy fuck you are. What a marvelous cunt
pleaser you're going to be! Just telling you how I
seduced you last night got you horny. You need to get
laid all over again."
"Grace, stop!" I pleaded.
"Are you sure you want me to stop?" she grinned as her
hand encircled my penis. "You've got a BIG problem
here. You are showing signs of intense sexual craving,
David. I diagnose this beautiful hard on as an attack
of chronic cunt deficiency. You need a lot more sex
than you've been getting, young man. Fortunately, I
can do something to alleviate your immediate
discomfort. When I see a man in this condition, I
prescribe a good roll in the hay. And the treatment
begins by getting you really hot. I want you to suck
my titties."
"Just go to work on my tits again for a few minutes
until they are hard as rocks and my pussy is juiced up
nicely. Then I'll administer a dose of my special
medicine that will give you a short respite from your
craving for sex. But I have to warn you, there is no
permanent cure for a man with your problem. You'll
have to keep coming back to me again and again for
additional treatments."
The languorous power of her hand stroking my prick
made further resistance unthinkable. "Oh, Mrs. ..Oh,
Grace," I moaned in surrender as I sank into her
voluptuous body. My obedient mouth found her nipples.
"Ah...That's so nice, just the way I like it," she
said shortly, her voice thickening with lust. "You are
sucking your Mistress's titties good, so much better
when you're awake, just like I knew you would. Yes!!
I'm getting such a lovely buzz on. I'm glad your
ex-girlfriends have taught you how to play with a
woman's breasts to make her horny and hungry for your
cock. You really do know how to work a woman's tits.
You're getting me so hot! Turning me on like a pro.
Keep it up, sir! Oh, Lord, do I want it! You've got
my cunt wet and itching for that big pecker of yours.
Oh, shit! I want it now and I want it bad!" Her
voice rose.
"You've got me hot, young man, hot to fuck. And now,
for setting me on fire, you're going to get a big
reward. You get to be the fireman whose big long fire
hose gets to go into my red-hot cunt to extinguish the
blaze. Best of all, you don't have to do a thing.
You get to lie back and let me do all the screwing.
You like it like this. From now on I will take charge
of your sex life and make you love it! It'll be so
easy, David. You like the way I fuck you. Pussy goes
up...and down...up...and down....It's so relaxing,
David. You are going to close your eyes and let me
fuck you...fuck you..."
"NO, Grace," I protested. Indeed, I did love the way
she was turning me on, but I was afraid I was getting
in over my head. Then it came to me! "Grace, what are
you doing? You trying to hypnotize me!"
"I'm not just trying, darling, I'm doing it ... again.
I put you in a light trance the first time after we
made love, night before last, while you were dazed and
vulnerable. Post hypnotic suggestion made sure you
would let me in last night. I hardly needed the
scopolamine I slipped into your drink while you went
for ice. I had you in a medium trance even as we
talked. Now you are going under again for me. Each
time I fuck you, it's going to get easier to put you
under my control, the control that you will come to
love. Now hush, baby, and let me continue."
"No, no," I moaned vainly.
"Very good, David. You are fighting me. I want you
to fight me! The more you struggle, the more helpless
you will feel when you succumb, when it feels too good
to resist. You are getting weak, sinking into my
power. Close your eyes, David, and let me fuck you.
You're going to fall asleep in my arms, David. You
will fall into a deep sleep and when you awake, you
will need sex ever so desperately, every few hours,
sex you will be able to get only from me. You will
forget all about the little chickees you used to bring
over here. You won't need or want other women. You'll
get all the sex you can handle from me! I'll keep your
prick fully occupied, David."
"No ... How?" I murmured as I felt myself fade. "I'm a
nurse. I worked for a psychiatrist and I have been
trained enough in hypnosis to handle a man like you.
I've got inside your mind. After last night, I
understand your desires completely. I know your
weaknesses and how to take advantage of them. I know
how to turn you on, David, whether you want to be or
not. Like many men, you have a secret desire to be
dominated by a woman. With me, you are going to get
your wish."
"No, Grace, no!" I protested, but more weakly now.
"Yes, domination, my love, my poor, horny, weak baby.
Now just relax while my cunt goes up and down on your
cock and makes you very sleepy. Forget all about last
night and this morning. Forget everything except how
good it feels to let me fuck you ... fuck you ... fuck
you to sleep..."
*****
"It was just like the night before," I found myself
explaining to Dr. Roth, "She rode me to a mind-blowing
orgasm that made me pass out. And that is all I
remember."
"You didn't pass out just from the orgasm," Dr. Roth
commented. "What I've helped you remember her saying
was correct: each time she brought you to climax, she
was putting you into a deeper hypnotic trance, what we
call 'fractionating'. Hypnosis is the way she holds
you in her power until you are thoroughly conditioned.
This sounds like a classic case of seduction and
female domination. I think Grace Archer is well on
the way to putting you in sexual bondage. Horny young
men are particularly vulnerable to falling under the
control of a wily older woman who has kept her figure.
She knows so much about pleasing men, a young guy
just doesn't have a chance."
"Sexual bondage?" I quavered.
"It seems obvious from what you have told me," Dr.
Roth replied. "And from what I know about her. One
more question," she hurried on before I could digest
the implications of this last remark, "Do you still
have relations with other women?"
"No," I admitted. "At first I still thought about
Sarah occasionally, and even wanted to call her. But
Grace was always with me, and there was never an
opportunity to see her. She broke it off eventually,
but it didn't matter. Now I don't have the desire for
anyone else."
"Hmmm. Not even now?" she teased. "Then you ARE
totally enslaved. Do you know why she chose you as
her ...victim?"
I felt my cheeks redden. "Well, she lives next door,"
I said, choosing to ignore the implications of her
first question. "She said I was handy."
Judith arched her eyebrows. She really did have the
most expressive eyes. "Anything else?"
"She says she likes my prick," I mumbled. In spite of
my hyper-relaxed and responsive state, I found I was
still profoundly embarrassed.
"Oh?" Judith Roth seemed to sit lean a little closer,
more intent. "What does she like about it?" she
purred insinuatingly.
"She says..," I gulped. "She says it is so long and
thick. She says she loves the way it goes deep inside
her and fills her pussy up."
"Really?" Judith said with interest. "I think I
should examine this woman pleasing organ of yours ...
strictly for professional reasons, of course."
"Of course, Doctor." My mind spun. Why did she ask
that? Why did I agree? But for the life of me, I
could not think of a single reason why she should not
look at my cock. Well... to tell the truth, I
couldn't seem to think at all. "Do you want me to
pull off my pants?"
"Oh, that won't be necessary, David. Just relax, and
let me take care of it. I'll just unbutton you at the
waist..." she grinned, matching action to words,
"...and unzip your fly... and pull down the
trousers.... Oh my! You do look good in shorts," she
said admiringly. "A nice firm belly with strong
muscles." She trailed her fingers lightly down my abs.
"And you have a nice BIG bulge there between your legs
where a woman likes to see one," she smirked, as her
hand moved from my lower abdomen to my crotch again.
"I can understand why Ms. Archer was first attracted
to you. Having a man next door with the kind of
equipment you have would make any woman start to
scheme about getting you between her legs."
As Judith said this, she began massaging me more
vigorously. "I'll have to examine this more closely,"
she said as she pulled down my shorts. "Ah, yes!" she
gasped, now visibly excited.
"She says she enjoys it," I managed to say. Judith's
touch was definitely arousing me, and making it
difficult to think or speak coherently.
"I'll bet she does!" Judith agreed. "I see you do
have the equipment to fulfill your neighbor's sexual
needs. That old she-goat is actually quite fortunate.
The mature woman, you know, is at the height of her
sexuality. She has intense needs for sex and she must
have frequent and vigorous intercourse to keep her
cravings under control. Many men en her own age are
well past their sexual peak and can't give her enough
in-and-out to satisfy her, so naturally she turns to
younger men for the physical love she requires. Your
youth, and strength, and size, and vigor must please
her very well."
"Oh, yes. She brays and screams uncontrollably when we
have sex," I murmured.
"Of course she does. How many times a night does she
get you to service her?"
"I don't really know," I admitted. "After the first
time, I'm in sort of a fog. She sort of half wakes me
up and makes me suck her tits. I think this gets me
hard, and she rides me again."
"Yes, of course. She is still aroused after her first
orgasm, and doesn't need any more foreplay. She just
wants more of you and another climax." Judith now
began directly stroking my penis. "Let me see how
responsive you are." Within seconds her gentle but
insistent touch had given me a full erection. "Just as
I supposed," Judith said smugly. "You are aroused
easily. Why you are getting an erection right now.
You are clearly an over-sexed young man, too easy to
turn on for your own good. Grace Archer makes you
want it and uses your need to control you. You are in
big trouble, my friend. You can never get free from a
witch like that without help."
"Can you help me, doctor?" I begged.
"I believe I can," she answered. "But it will require
a long series of treatments. This lecherous woman has
you almost totally in her control. She has twisted
your sex drive so that you crave domination. You need
to be under a woman's control in order to have sex.
Loosening the powerful grip she has on your mind won't
be easy, but I believe I can help you if you are
willing to start right away."
"Please do, doctor," I begged her. "Will the
treatments be difficult?"
"It will take time," Judith asserted, "but I will
succeed if you'll just let me have my way with you."
I paid no attention to that phrase
"But will the treatment be painful?" I asked in
trepidation.
"Oh, no! In fact, I'll see to it that you will enjoy
them very much. Just close your eyes and relax. This
doesn't hurt, does it?" she asked and began to work my
prick still more vigorously.
"Ahhh...no, doctor," I moaned. "In fact it feels
wonderful ... but ... you are making me feel so ... so
horny. If you keep at up, you will make me ... want
.... Well, I won't be able to control myself. I'm
starting to want to be fucked. You're making me want
to fuck you, just like she does ... but you're my
*doctor*..."
"Don't be concerned, David. It happens fairly
frequently to men who come to see me. A man lies there
on that couch and looks up at my breasts, or peeks up
under my skirt, and it is natural for him to start
becoming aroused. It is dark in here and he knows he
is alone with me. He feels weak and vulnerable. He
knows how easily I could seduce him and no one would
know. He begins to fantasize about my taking advantage
of him."
"Many men, in fact, get turned on just thinking about
having a powerful, sexy woman like their doctor make
them have sex. It's easy to see when a man wants to be
seduced. If he's cute, and looks like he has the
right stuff to make it fun for me, too, then I provoke
him until he's panting with lust. Then before he
knows what has happened, I hike up my skirt, climb on
him, and give him some relief. Of course, I usually
have to charge double for sessions in which I provide
such 'special' service," she grinned. "Many men come
to me for no other reason. They enjoy having a
masterful woman put them down and fuck them silly."
"In your case, however, turning you on is actually the
beginning of your therapy," Judith asserted. Then she
stood up. "I want you to watch me carefully while I
strip," she instructed, removing her jacket and
beginning to unfasten her blouse. "Seeing me in bra
and panties will arouse you intensely, David. You are
going to become very excited, and then I am going to
screw you ... really good."
"But Doctor," I protested weakly. "This is just what
Grace does to make me fuck her!"
"Of course she does," she replied. "All woman do the
same things to men when we want them to fuck them.
There haven't been any new ways of turning a man on
invented recently," she chuckled, as she finished
opening her blouse and pulled it free of the waistband
of her skirt.
"But why do you have to fuck me?" I pleaded.
"To free you from Grace's shackles," Judith explained,
"I must take stronger control of your mind than she
has." She slipped off her blouse and draped it
languidly over the chair. My eyes were riveted to her
voluptuous figure. "I will put you in a hypnotic
trance that will make you do anything I say."
"I won't let you do that, Doctor," I objected.
"Yes, you will, David. I am going to use a drug on
you that will destroy your mind's defenses against my
control, and so permit me to help you. It is a
powerful drug that will put you to sleep, into a deep
sleep," she explained as she loosened her skirt and
let it fall to the floor. She paused and struck a
pose, her thumbs thrust under the waist band of her
panties. "Shall I start giving you your medicine?"
she asked ,coyly.
"I don't know, doctor," I gasped. I seemed to have
some trouble breathing while looking at her. "Is it a
new and dangerous drug?"
"Oh, new it is not," Judith laughed. "Women have been
using it to make men succumb for eons. It is
dangerous, however. Men know and fear its power." As
she spoke, she slowly drew her panties down and
stepped out of them. "It is a drug which can become a
habit, a drug that can make a man a slave to the woman
who gives it to him." She moved nearer to the couch,
swaying in rhythm to her voice, which had become a low
sing-song chant. "But when a woman offers a man a
dose, he can't help taking it. Men let women drug
them because they enjoy too much the way we administer
it," she grinned as she crawled on top of me.
"We give you the drug with our pussies, David," she
intoned slowly, sensuously and rhythmically. "We
secrete a mind controlling hormone from between our
legs. It seeps in through your penis when it
penetrates into my cunt," she continued as she slid my
prick into her pussy. "It gets into your blood and
flows to your brain," she whispered and began to ride
me. "It makes you do what I say. You *like* this
drug, David. You will come back for it again and
again. When I finish making love to you, you will
want me more than you want Grace Archer."
A suspicion began to creep into my befuddled mind.
"But then I'll still be in bondage, only to you rather
than her?"
"That's her problem," Judith dismissed my question,
without changing the tone or cadence of her voice.
"Soon you will hardly remember her name, but *I* will
have a hard-dicked young lover. After all, I am a
mature woman just like Grace. I, too, have a
voracious sexual appetite, which nice young prick can
help satisfy."
"But Doctor," I whispered in feeble protest
"You...tricked...me!"
"'All's fair in love and war,' my pet, and this is
both. Besides, I don't believe you are so sorry I
tricked you. Look at the shape of the woman you're
going to be getting," she continued, caressing her
ample curves as she rocked back and forth on top of me
to the primeval beat.
"From the moment you came in I could see you were weak
and vulnerable, but scrumptiously male, an ideal
target for a dominant woman. It was only a matter of
time before one found you. Some are truly evil; Grace
is not the worst. But don't worry, my darling. I'm
going to take good care of my big boy. One of those
bad women could hurt you if Mommy doesn't protect you.
But from now on this beautiful prick of yours will be
safe with me. I have a soft warm place in me to keep
you safe and happy. Starting now, you'll be MY big
boy!"
Judith totally dominated my sensory universe. I could
see only her, hear only her voice, feel only her body
astride mine, her pussy devouring my cock. "You will
loose desire for your neighbor, for any other woman,
David. From now on you fuck only me ... only me..."
She began riding me faster, more insistently. "No
other woman can make you come, David. Your orgasm
belongs to Me! Surrender, darling, surrender it to
ME!"
I must have had a huge smile on my face when I erupted
inside her and sank into that soft dark world of
nothingness.
To be continued in Chapter 3: All My problems Solved?
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