Jake got dressed and made his way down to Dr. Caldwell's office, arriving just a little before three. When he entered the office, he was met with an unexpected sight. Instead of Naomi's beautiful, welcoming smile behind the reception desk, a young man wearing a slightly rumpled dress shirt and a sweater vest was seated there.

“May I help you?” the man inquired, his voice polite but with a slightly pompous tone.

Jake felt a momentary jolt of surprise, caught off guard by the change. “Uh, yeah. I have an appointment with Dr. Caldwell at three,” he managed to say, a hint of uncertainty as he tried to regain his composure.

“Name?” the young man inquired, his tone laced with a haughty air. His nose was slightly lifted, a gesture that added an air of aloofness to his demeanor. His eyes barely met Jake's, as if he considered himself superior to anyone who would have to see a psychiatrist.

“Jake, Jake Thompson,” Jake replied, his voice steady yet tinged with uncertainty. He cast a glance around the room, ensuring he hadn't accidentally stumbled into the wrong office.

The man clicked the mouse with a soft, rhythmic precision and tapped a few keys on the keyboard, his eyes scanning the glowing monitor. "I’m sorry, sir," he said, "but I don’t see your name on the schedule." He leaned back slightly in his chair with an expression of mild distain. “Are you sure you are in the right place?" he inquired.

Jake was on the brink of losing his patience with the man's condescending attitude and was ready to retort, when the inner office door opened and Dr. Caldwell stepped into the room. "Good afternoon, Jake," she greeted him with a tone of professional warmth. Her attention shifted to the man seated behind the desk. "Stuart, it is Stuart, right? Why don’t you head home for the day?" she instructed.

The man's previous aura of superiority vanished in an instant. He nodded, the confidence in his posture crumbling as he bent down to retrieve a cheap leather satchel that was unmistakably a counterfeit designer piece, its worn seams and slightly faded logo betraying its inauthenticity. He slung it over his shoulder and made his way towards the door with a subdued demeanor. Dr. Caldwell trailed behind him, and once he had exited, she turned the lock with a decisive click, ensuring privacy in the now quiet office.

"Temps," she murmured, shaking her head in exasperation as she turned to face Jake once more. "Let's head on back," she suggested, her voice carrying a hint of finality as she brushed past him, making her way toward the inner office with purposeful strides.

As Jake trailed behind, curiosity got the better of him. "Did Naomi call in sick or something?" he asked, his brow furrowed with concern.

Dr. Caldwell paused, glancing back over her shoulder, her eyes meeting his. "No, Jake. I had to let Naomi go," she explained, her tone steady with no hint of regret. She continued with a knowing expression, "She broke the rules by fraternizing with a patient." Her words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of unspoken consequences.

Jake felt a wave of guilt wash over him, his stomach knotting with the realization that his actions had cost Naomi her job. "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," he managed, his voice wavering slightly. "She told me that she just couldn’t date patients."

Dr. Caldwell waved her hand dismissively as she entered her office. "That's not your concern, Jake. Naomi knew my rules and chose to break them." She gestured toward the familiar leather chaise lounger. "Please, make yourself comfortable."

Jake sank into the cool, supple leather of the therapist's couch, feeling its smooth surface beneath him. Dr. Caldwell settled into her familiar spot, her chair conforming to her presence as she reached over to the adjacent table, retrieving her pad of paper and pen. The room was filled with a quiet stillness, punctuated only by the faint rustle of the pages as she prepared to take notes. Jake shifted uneasily, the weight of his thoughts pressing on his conscience, still reeling from the news about Naomi. "Dr. Caldwell, I feel guilty about Naomi losing her job,” he admitted, his voice tinged with remorse and unease.

"Jake," Dr. Caldwell's tone was firm yet gentle, "I want you to listen to me very carefully. You are not responsible for Naomi's choices or the consequences that followed. She was fully aware of my policies when she decided to visit you. That was her decision, not yours."

Jake nodded slowly, though the knot in his stomach remained. "I understand that logically, but I still feel terrible about it."

"That's because you're a good person with a conscience," Dr. Caldwell observed, making a brief note on her pad. "But let me be clear, Naomi isn't some helpless victim." She paused, her tone softening. "And between us, this incident wasn’t the first time she's crossed a line with a patient, which is why I had to establish the rule."

Jake absorbed her words, feeling a subtle yet comforting release of some of the guilt that had been weighing on his conscience.

“Now, Jake, why don’t you close your eyes and take several deep breaths and relax,” Dr. Caldwell said softly, her voice calm and soothing. As she spoke, she reached over to activate the metronome, its soft clicking filling the room with a smooth, hypnotic beat. The sound was steady and reassuring, like the ticking of a distant clock, creating an atmosphere of tranquility and focus.

Jake took a few deep, relaxing breaths and listened to the monotonous sound of the ticking, his eyelids getting heavy. Dr. Caldwell’s voice flowed gently, each word delivered with a soothing cadence that wrapped around Jake, guiding him effortlessly into another deep hypnotic trance.

Once she made sure Jake was completely under, Nina slipped out of her office, returning shortly followed by a young woman.

Klara Smirnova was a striking woman in her late twenties with brunette hair pulled back into a practical ponytail. Her hazel eyes surveyed Jake's relaxed form as she followed Nina into the office. She wore a simple black turtleneck and dark jeans that accentuated her fit, toned physique.

"He's completely under?" Klara asked, her voice carrying a trace of an Eastern European accent.

Nina nodded, her eyes dancing with mischief. "Yes, but before we finalize his programming, would you be interested in having a little fun with him?" she suggested, her voice laced with a playful undertone.

"What do you mean by a little fun?" Klara inquired, her curiosity piqued, eyebrows slightly raised in intrigue.

A sly smile curled at the corners of Nina’s lips. "He has a really nice cock," she stated. "Would you like to see it? Maybe even engage in a bit of playful exploration?"

Klara was skeptical, “Playful exploration?” she questioned. She suspected what Dr. Caldwell was implying but wanted confirmation.

Nina let out a deep sigh. "Fucking," she clarified bluntly, cutting through any ambiguity. "Would you like to have him fuck you? I've experienced it during my last two sessions with him, and it was nothing short of glorious." Her eyes gleamed with the memory.

It had been a while since Klara had been intimate with a man, and she found herself yearning for a good shagging. She moved closer to the chaise where Jake lay and studied his features: the strong jawline, the muscular build, the way his chest rose and fell with each steady breath. She felt a stirring of desire, a heat that had been dormant for far too long.

"I don't normally mix business with pleasure," Klara remarked, her accent becoming slightly more pronounced as she continued to observe Jake. Her gaze traveled down his body, lingering on the noticeable bulge in his pants. "But I suppose there are exceptions to every rule."

Nina smiled knowingly. "Trust me, you won't regret it." She moved closer and bent down to speak in Jake’s ear. "Jake," she said, her voice taking on a hypnotic cadence, "I want you to stand up and undress. Remove all your clothes and place them on the floor next to the lounger. Do you understand?"

Jake's eyes flicked open, and he nodded in consent before standing and robotically unbuttoning his shirt. His movements were fluid yet mechanical, his consciousness still deeply submerged in hypnosis. He removed each article of clothing with efficient precision, folding them neatly and placing them on the floor until he was completely naked.

Klara's eyes widened appreciatively as she took in his muscular form and his impressive penis, already semi-erect despite his trance state. "Very nice indeed," she murmured, unconsciously licking her lips.

"Jake," Dr. Caldwell continued, her voice maintaining that same mesmerizing quality, "I want you to become aroused. I want you to get an erection.”

Jake's cock began to stiffen further, rising to full attention as commanded by the doctor's words. Klara approached him, her movements predatory and purposeful. She reached out, wrapping her slender fingers around his thick shaft, feeling it pulse beneath her touch. A soft moan escaped her lips, her hazel eyes darkening with desire as she stroked him slowly, feeling his hardness, the silky skin sliding over the rigid flesh beneath.

"Jake," Dr. Caldwell commanded, "you will follow this woman's instructions. You will please her in any way she desires. Do you understand?"

Jake nodded again, his eyes glassy and unfocused. "Yes, I understand," he replied, his voice devoid of its usual inflection.

Klara continued to stroke him, her breathing quickening as her arousal built. "Jake, masturbate while you watch me undress," she instructed, releasing his cock and taking a step back. Nina retrieved the camera from her desk drawer and verified it was in video mode. She watched with an amused smile, settling into her chair to observe and record the scene unfolding before her.

Jake's hand moved to grasp his erect member, his fingers curling around the shaft as he began touching himself with slow, methodical movements. His eyes, although vacant, remained fixed on Klara as she began to undress.

Klara crossed her arms, grasping the hem of her black turtleneck and drawing it upward in a fluid motion. The fabric slid over her toned abdomen, revealing her smooth, pale skin inch by tantalizing inch. As she pulled the garment over her head, her breasts came into view, encased in a lacy black bra that accentuated their natural fullness. She tossed the turtleneck aside and reached behind her back to unhook her bra, maintaining eye contact with Jake as she did so.

The bra fell away, exposing her breasts to the cool air of the office. They were medium-sized and perfectly shaped, topped with small, dusky nipples that were already beginning to harden. Klara stepped out of her shoes, and her hands moved to her jeans, unbuttoning them with deliberate slowness before sliding the zipper down. She pushed the denim over her hips and down her long, toned legs, stepping out of them gracefully.

Standing now in only a pair of black lace panties, Klara paused, observing Jake's reaction. Despite his hypnotized state, his hand had quickened on his cock, his breathing becoming more rapid as he watched her strip. She slowly peeled her panties down her legs, revealing her completely smooth pussy. She kicked the underwear aside and stood confidently before Jake, completely naked. Her body was lithe and athletic, her skin smooth and unblemished, except for the black tattoo of a bird inked on her left bicep.

"Jake, do you like what you see?" Klara asked, her accent thickening with arousal.

"Yes," Jake replied, his voice flat but his body responding enthusiastically, his cock leaking precum as he continued to stroke himself.

Klara moved up next to him, a hardened nipple brushing against his arm. "Jake, stop masturbating," she instructed, her voice filled with desire. Jake immediately complied, his hand falling to his side, his throbbing dick aching with need.

Klara seated herself on the edge of the lounger, her legs falling open to reveal her pink, glistening folds already slick with want. "Jake, get on your hands and knees and lick my pussy," she demanded, leaning back on her arms, her breasts thrust forward invitingly.

Jake turned to face her and dropped down to all fours without hesitation, his face now level with her exposed pussy. The scent of her arousal filled his nostrils, musky and intoxicating. He leaned in, his tongue extending to taste her, sending a jolt of pleasure through Klara, causing her to gasp. His tongue moved with surprising skill despite his hypnotic state, lapping at her labia with long, controlled movements.

Dr. Caldwell watched with rapt attention, lifting her skirt up to her waist, her free hand slipping inside her underwear as she recorded the erotic scene. The camera's lens was trained on Jake as he eagerly devoured Klara's dripping cunt, his tongue delving deep into her folds. Klara's head fell back, a groan of euphoria escaping her lips.

"That's it," Klara encouraged, her accent thickening as pleasure coursed through her. "Right there… yes, yes… lick my clit." Her hips began to rock against his face, seeking more contact, more pressure. Jake complied without hesitation, his tongue circling her swollen bud with perfect precision before sucking it between his lips.

Nina's fingers moved faster beneath her panties, her own arousal building as she watched Jake's eager tongue work Klara's pussy. The wet sounds of his licking filled the room, mingling with Klara's increasingly desperate moans.

“Oh god,” Klara called out. “Oh god, he’s going to make me cum,” she gasped, her chest heaving with each ragged breath. Jake continued licking and probing, his tongue and lips exploring every inch of her sex.

Klara’s body tensed, her eyes rolled into her head, and her back arched as a powerful orgasm washed over her. Her thighs clamped around Jake's head, holding him firmly in place as she rode out the waves of ecstasy. "Chiert voz'mi!" she cried out, her native Russian slipping out as she flooded his mouth, her essence coating his lips and chin.

Despite his head being squeezed, and Klara’s release, Jake’s tongue never stopped moving, devouring her now oversensitive pussy. “Oh fuck, oh fuck… Jake stop, Jake stop licking my pussy,” she panted, her body quaking, her chest and abdomen heaving with exertion. "Holy fuck," she panted, her accent more pronounced in her post-orgasmic state. "That was… incredible."

Dr. Caldwell shifted in her chair, her own arousal evident in her flushed cheeks and quickened breath. "I told you that you wouldn’t regret it," she remarked, a knowing smile playing on her lips. She continued recording, capturing every detail of the encounter.

Klara looked down at Jake, her hazel eyes dark with desire. "Jake, stand up," she commanded, enjoying the power she had over him.

Jake rose to his feet, his erection jutting out impressively before him. Klara repositioned herself on the lounger, making room for him, her legs parting. "Jake, get on top of me and fuck me," she ordered, her eyes taking in his vacant stare.

Jake climbed onto the chaise, positioning himself between her spread thighs. His thick cock nudged against her entrance, the head slipping easily between her slick folds. With one powerful thrust, he completely penetrated her, causing Klara to whimper at the sudden fullness.

"Oh my… fuck," she moaned, her hands flying to his muscular shoulders, nails digging into his skin. Despite his trance-like state, Jake's body responded instinctively, his hips beginning to move in a steady rhythm, pulling almost all the way out before driving back in with force.

Nina continued recording, her own fingers working frantically beneath her panties as she watched Jake's thick shaft disappearing into and reappearing out of Klara's eager pussy. The camera captured every detail - the way Klara's legs wrapped around his waist, the flexing of his ass muscles with each powerful thrust, the shimmering of her wetness on his cock each time he withdrew.

Klara panted and moaned as Jake picked up the pace, his cock driving into her with increasing force. Each powerful thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body, making her breasts bounce rhythmically. She looked up at his face, those vacant blue eyes staring beyond her, and found his detached state strangely arousing. There was something thrilling about being fucked by a man who was essentially a sexual automaton, programmed solely for her pleasure.

"Oh god Jake, make me cum," she pleaded, her voice dripping with desire. "Fuck me with that big cock."

Jake slammed his hips against hers with increased vigor, the sound of skin smacking against skin resonating throughout the room. The lounger creaked beneath them, the leather surface now slick with sweat.

Klara grunted each time he slammed into her, her hands moving to his firm buttocks, pulling him deeper into her with each thrust. "Just like that… don’t stop fucking my pussy."

Dr. Caldwell circled them, camera in hand, capturing every angle of their passionate coupling. Her own breathing was ragged, her panties soaked as she documented the encounter. "I want to watch him take you from behind," she requested.

Klara nodded, breathing heavily as she tapped Jake's bottom. "Jake, pull out and stand up," she instructed, her voice laced with urgency. Jake withdrew his glistening cock and obediently rose to his feet, his erection twitching and pulsing as he awaited her next command.

Klara slipped off the lounger and moved with determination towards the chair where Dr. Caldwell had been seated. She bent over, her fingers gripping the polished wooden arms tightly, knuckles blanching with the force of her hold. She looked back over her shoulder, her eyes smoldering with lust. "Jake, get behind me and fuck my pussy," she urged, her voice a sultry purr.

Jake positioned himself behind her, his strong hands gripping her hips with a possessive force, fingers pressing firmly into her supple flesh. He aligned his cock with her dripping entrance, the tip teasing her slick folds before he thrust forward, burying himself to his balls inside her. “Jesus, fuck,” Klara cried out, her head dropping down as she felt herself being stretched.

"Oh yes, like that," she moaned, her voice breathy as she pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts with equal fervor, her...