Conditioning her

Week after week, the doctor kept Johanna's eyes fixated on his own as he cranked up the dosage of medication in the humidifier. Each day he would condition her further, praising her with a gentle stroke of her hand and a "good girl" whenever she did his bidding. Johanna blushed with delight, feeling her heart swell with warmth each time he praised her. His mouth always curled into a sly, knowing smile as he admired the curves of her voluptuous breasts.

But it wasn't enough for him to simply praise her; he had to inflict punishment too. After weeks of gushing admiration, he snarled at her for the slightest mistake. "Bad girl!" he roared, and his words felt like a sledgehammer to her heart. Every time she was branded as a 'bad girl', the weight of her guilt and shame were so crushing she pushed herself even harder to make the doctor proud.