"There is no shame here," Dr. Rebecca Crawley smiled gently as she scribbled methodically on the aged yellow legal pad. "Unless that's something you enjoy."

Abby grinned more at Dr. Crawley's comforting tone than at the attempt at humor. The selection packet sat in her lap unopened. She didn't risk exploring the glossy pages yet. Once done there would be no going back

Instead, Abby decided to look at her new guide and mentor. Dr. Crawley tried valiantly to dress conservatively. But her body rebelled. The good doctor's breasts threatened to rip open the turtleneck and her thick-framed glasses sent a perverse shiver between Abby's thighs.

"Would you like me to fuck you?" The doctor inquired, placing the notes on the end table.

"What?" Abby tried and failed to act confused.

"It would not be a bother. You're very pretty and I enjoy tasting new clients. If I could hazard a guess... You've gone 8 weeks without sex. Criminal in my expert opinion. Recent breakup. He left and you're convinced it's because of some self-diagnosed inadequacy. Your fantasizes have always been intense, detailed, and frequent. Since the breakup, they've gotten worse... or better. You've made do over the last two months by almost constant use of the vibrator. But it's not enough. A friend told you about us. And ever since nothing else goes through that lovely little head of yours. How close am I?"

Abby looked at the soothing field green wall behind the doctor.

"Close enough," she managed.

"Then I'm not going to tell you to stop worrying. This anxiety cannot be willed away. It can only be overwhelmed. And that's what we do here."

Delicate but strong fingers gripped Abby's thighs. Dr. Crawley's sudden, immediate proximity hit Abby like an electric wave. She could smell the lilac skin cream. She stifled a moan as the psychiatrist gently squeezed. Her hands moved closer to Abby's pooling core.

"Feel that?" Crawley's smooth, practiced tones sent a shiver along Abby's spine. "The conditioning has already started. Your inhibitions melt away. Such a sweet little whore. Isn't that right?"

"Mmm-hmm," Abby managed. She wanted to slip her own hands under the elastic band of her skirt. Slip practiced fingers deep inside her hot, soaking cunt. But she couldn't. Abby found her body didn't obey.

"Trying to play without my permission? No sweetie. Until our session ends, I own your body. I control your responses. I decide your release. Tell me we understand."

"Shit!" Abby gagged as a cruel bolt of electric desire hit her. Sweat stuck to her skin, the pounding between her legs screamed for attention. But all the doctor did was caress a thumb against her now parched lips.

"Use your words," Crawley gently chided. "Do we understand?"

"Yes... Yes I understand. Please.... I need to cum..."

"Of course. Of course. But first you need to listen." The doctor's whispered commands didn't come from any one place anymore. It echoed throughout the now empty room. Abby was alone. But still under the complete control of her unseen master.

"You see what I offer, Abby," Crawley answered from everywhere. "Now you're all by yourself in my office. Isn't that right?"

"I can hear you though," Abby offered.

"Good. You're doing very well, Abigail. But you must be so uncomfortable in all those clothes. Isn't it hot?"

So fucking hot. The silk felt pasted onto her skin. The sweat poured from her face. As it got warmer, she felt that furious pressure between her legs deepen. Now her breasts ached as her bra and top squeezed every inch. Abuse. Cruel glorious wicked abuse.

"Let me help you with that, Abby. Let's have that adorable little outfit melt away. Isn't this better?"

Much. As she sat on the comfy armchair, her clothing simply faded like mist. The cool air soothed her burning flesh. Abby's nipples immediately responded. Thick pointed and ready for attention.

"Thank you," Abby managed.

"Very welcome, pet. Now let's discuss your favorite toy."

The vibration and buzz began. How was it here? She'd left it charging on her nightstand. Ready for when she came home. But now she felt it gently press against her hungry pussy.

"Now we're going to leave in here," Dr. Crawley insisted, pushing the hooked vibrator into place. "But not too intense. Just enough... Do I hear a thank you?"

"Please," Abby begged, not even able to thrust into her own toy. "I wanna cum. Let me cum."

"Soon, baby doll. But right now I need you to make a decision. We're going to open the catalog on your lap. And you're going to pick. You can choose one or all twenty, but you must choose."

"What?" Abby squeaked as the vibrators setting went up a notch. "What am I picking."

"The people you want to fuck " The doctor answered. "That's why they exist. But you have to decide for future sessions. Once you do. We'll cum together. How does that sound? Now turn the page."

She did. And the picture didn't stay on the page long. Soon he stood before her. A mirage so real her life felt like a dream. Golden hair fell to his shoulders and the man's lean tall frame reminder her of some California surfer. His hard cock curved up slightly. She wondered how she'd be stretched out on all fours. What special angle might be reached?

"Him," she whispered.

As soon as she did Abby found herself turning the page. Now a dark-skinned giant overwhelmed her. Broad and powerful. His dick, a thick, meaty club, threatened to destroy all it touched.

"God yes," she moaned. The vibrator continued to intensify. The edges of her vision blurred and low gasping escaped her throat in bursts.

Next, a short king whose cocky smile made her wonder what secrets the little bastard knew.

"Yes," she agreed.

An older man, confident and ready to punish.

"Yes," she said again...

And again...

And again.

There was no more now. The agony threatened to drive her mad. Abby never remembered a setting this high. Every inch of her buzzed and the slightest wind would unleash this last eternity of tournament.

"So greedy. Next session will be fun. Alright. You've earned this treat. One ... Two...

Abby didn't hear three. But she felt it. The orgasm exploded, she finally moved. Her back arched so fast she thought it might snap. Abby's fingers gripped the chair. The first ripple triggered another.

"Fuck!" Abby screamed. "Fucking..."

The second wave knocked her out of the chair. The plush rug scratching her face as she bit down. She tried to adjust, to present herself or simply get control. No luck. Her legs wouldn't obey as they twitched and squeezed. Abby's fingers finally found their purpose and she felt her juices drip through her hands onto the floor.

"Good girl," Abby faintly heard a raspy, proud tone above her head. "Excellent work."

Suddenly, it was all over. Abby still felt the afterglow and thirst but now crawled to her feet. She even managed a dignified little nod.

Doctor Crawley smiled.

"My office will call you when our next appointment is prepared." A dark red flush painted the expert's cheeks. "I'll see you then."

"Thank you, Doctor."