Dr Jones, a Shrink - Patient's Orders

I invited Mr Wood to lay on the couch while I grabbed my notebook from my desk.

I sat down on a chair next to him and tried my best to smile warmly at him.

He was one of my oldest patient. He had been coming for years now but unfortunately he had made little progress since we first started working together. He suffered from **** anxiety and depression. I sometime felt like I wasn't the best suited to help anymore, but he seemed to enjoy his visits.

He was a very rational man, and he appreciated that I was capable of following his thoughts and using logic to try and solve his problems.

I looked at him for a moment as he moved to make himself more comfortable on the couch. He was a tall man with short black hair and a beard, wearing jeans and an old t-shirt. His hands were shaking slightly more than usual, I noticed, and his face was red and sweaty.

“Hello Mr Wood. How are you today?” I asked him, trying to keep my tone friendly.

“Not good…” he replied. "Or too good, one could say."

“Well that is certainly an unusual statement." I said, puzzled. "Could you elaborate?"

He sighed deeply and closed his eyes before opening them again. I had not seem him in such distress in a long time.

"Something is happening to me." He began. "Something impossible."

“What do you mean by ‘impossible’?” I asked him, leaning forward intently.

He paused for a few seconds, looking up at the ceiling.

“I first noticed it a couple days ago." He continued after taking a deep breath. "People obey me."

I frowned.

"Obey you?" I repeated. "I'm not sure I understand. Could you elaborate?"

“They just do what I tell them to do. No matter how stupid or crazy it is."

“Everyone? Or only certain people?” I asked.

"All of them!” He answered quickly, clearly upset. “And they don't even question it!"

Oh dear, I thought, this sounded serious. After all these years, was that very rational man finally getting delusional? Was he losing touch with reality?

“Maybe people obey you because what you order them to do makes sense?” I suggested.

Mr Wood shook his head violently.

“No! Not always, Doctor!” He exclaimed. "I made some people do things... Awful things..."

He was breathing heavily, almost panting.

"I'm not here to judge you Mr Wood." I told him with a smile. "You can trust me completely."

He nodded slowly, still visibly distressed.

“There is that woman who lives next door. A very rude woman. A very attractive woman. The other day she was at her window when she saw me stumble and fall in front of our apartment building. She made fun of me and it got me mad. I told her to..." He stopped suddenly, ashamed.

"To what?" I prompted him.

He swallowed hard and tried to look away from me.

“I told her to blow me." He whispered.

"That doesn't sound too bad." I said.

He turned his head back to me.

“And she did." He said, his voice trembling.

"She did what? Blow you?" I asked.

“Yes.” He replied, his eyes wide.

"And the fact that she did so convinced you you had some kind of power over people?" I asked him. "You know you can't take a single event and draw conclusions from it."

"She's not the only one I used my power on." He said, his face red. "I **** a lot of people to do stuff too. I was going to stop, but then I started enjoying it and doing it more and more often."

I sighed and put my pen down. I wasn't sure how to proceed. Confronting someone's delusion too directly was generally not a good idea but Mr Wood was a very rational person. Maybe I could break him out of it through logic.

"Would your power work on me?" I asked, trying to keep a light tone. "I mean if you were to give me an order, would I obey whatever command you gave me?"

His eyes widened.

“It would." He mumbled. "It works on everyone. But why would you want me to do that?"

"It's simple, really." I explained. "Because I don't believe you. I think you are suffering from some kind of anxiety induced delusion but I trust that if I could prove you wrong you would be wise enough to recognize it."

He looked at me, puzzled.

"But if you are wrong?" He asked.

“Then I'll believe you, and we'll be able to proceed from there." I told him with a smile.

He frowned.

"But here's the thing, Doctor." He explained. "People don't seem to notice that they are not acting normally. And believe me I've experimented with it. I've tried to point it out to them every way I could, but they simply ignore it."

I thought about it for a moment while he stared at me. I caught his eyes looking down, at my large breasts, and coughed to attract his attention. I had never seen him ogle me that way before.

"Well I'm going to take that risk." I finally said. "I'll let you give me an order and I'll do my best not to obey. If I don't, I hope you'll be honest enough to acknowledge it."

This should be easy enough, I thought.

“Okay,” he said after a few seconds. “But nothing inappropriate. I don't wanna be tempted again."

"Of course." I nodded. "Something simple."

"Give me your pencil!" He ordered.

I handed him the pencil.

He held it in his hand, staring at it intently, then at me.

"See?!" He almost screamed. "You just followed my order without thinking!"

I massaged my temples. This was going to be harder than I thought.

"Mr Wood." I said. "I chose to hand you the pencil. I need you to see that just because I did what you ordered me to do doesn't mean you have some sort of power."

He groaned.

"Alright then! Let's do it again but this time, to prove to me that I don't have this ability, I'd like you to do everything you can to disobey me."

"Fair enough." I replied. "I will."

I had to admit, giving him the pencil might not have been the best idea. It didn't really prove my point as much as I thought it would.

He gave me the pencil and sat back on the couch, waiting expectantly.

"Give me the pencil!" He commanded again.

I handed it to him, again.

He looked at me, his eyes wide and ****.

"You know what?" I said. "I think this is not the proper way to prove anything. It's just a pencil. I literally have no reason not to hand it to you."

He placed his right hand on his forehead and began to rub it hard.

"You need to ask me something I would not normally do." I concluded.

"Please..." He begged. "I know where this is going."

Did he? I felt like I was finally making some progress. He insisted earlier that he didn't want to give me inappropriate orders. Maybe because deep down he knew that if he did, people would not obey him. This was the way to break his delusion.

"Go for it!" I said with a stern voice. "I dare you."

He closed his fists tightly and looked at me. His eyes were wild.

“Take all your clothes off!" He demanded.

I started unbuttoning my blouse. I took off my bra next, letting it fall to the floor while my tits bounced free, then pulled down my pants. My panties soon followed.

He watched me slowly strip, his eyes transfixed by my large breasts and firm ass.

"Let me guess, Doctor." He finally said. "You don't think you did as I told you because I have some supernatural ability."

“No.” I told him. “I believe you are suffering from an anxiety induced delusion and that it is affecting your judgement."

"And yet you failed to disobey." He pointed out.

I sighed.

"We've known each other for years now, Mr Wood." I explained. "At this point I have no reason not to get myself more comfortable around you. If asking me to get naked is your idea of an inappropriate order you are mistaken."

"Then tell me, Doctor Jones. What would be an inappropriate order?"

I paused for a moment before answering.

"As you may know I am a happily married woman." I told him. "So anything sexual in nature would definitely be inappropriate."

"Play with your tits!" he yelled.

He was missing my point, I thought as I grabbed my large breasts and squeezed them together, playing with the nipples.

"Is that sexual enough for you, Doctor?" He asked, his eyes fixed on my bouncing tits.

“Of course not!” I replied, squeezing the soft flesh. "That's the kind of orders a giggling teenager would give."

"But for God's sake that's not the point!" He yelled. "You are supposed to resist my orders. Why does it matter what I ask you to do?"

"Because, again, you fail to recognize that people can agree to follow orders when they feel like what they are being asked to do is fair." I tried to explain. "This does not mean you have some sort of superpower."

He stood up and paced around the room for a moment while I took some notes with one hand, while still playing with my boobs with the other.

"Would you fuck me, Doctor?" He asked, very seriously.

"Of course not!" I replied immediately. "I'm your doctor and this is not appropriate."

"Would you act like a slut for me?" He asked.

"Absolutely not!" I answered. "I have never acted like a slut in my life and would never do so under any circumstances!"

"Alright then!" He exclaimed, grinning. "Make yourself cum while I watch!"

"Why not?" I shrugged. "I don't mind doing it to prove you wrong."

I dropped my notepad and my pencil and used my now free hand to rub my clit. It wasn’t long before I felt the familiar tingles running through my body, and within minutes I was moaning loudly and thrusting my hips forward as I came.

"See!" I finally said, panting. "I had no reason not to do it. I really needed it. It's been a long day."

I picked up my pencil and notepad again.

Mr Wood was staring at me intently with a wicked grin.

"Offer to blow me, now!" He ordered. "And explain to me how doing so would be a normal and professional thing to do!"

"Actually..." I said. "I'm starting to wonder if sexual relief would not be a good way of breaking your delusion. If it is indeed induced by stress."

"You're kidding." He laughed. "A shrink offering to blow me?"

I sighed, standing from my chair.

"Well, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to try."

I walked over to him and knelt down on the floor, in front of his crotch. I unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard cock, which was already dripping pre-cum. I took it into my mouth, sucking the tip.

He groaned.

I slowly worked my lips around his shaft and stroked him with my right hand. His cock grew bigger and thicker as I sucked it, feeling the veins pulsating beneath my tongue.

I began to bob faster, working my head back and forth.

“Oh yeah! Oh God, that feels so fucking great, Doc!" He moaned. "You are such a sexy woman, you know? I've been daydreaming about you becoming my slut for so long now! I tried resisting it, but you really begged for it to happen."

He grabbed the back of my head and pushed me down harder onto his cock. I gagged, struggling to take all of him in my throat.

"God damn!" He yelled. "I'm gonna cum, Doc!"

He grabbed my hair with both hands and started pounding my face. I could feel the hot cum spraying inside my mouth. I swallowed every drop, then stood up and wiped my face clean.

"Feeling any better now, Mr Wood?" I asked, still breathing heavily.

"Yeah!" He nodded. "Much."

I smiled.

"Good." I replied. "It's not a very conventional method but I feel like we've made some progress here."

"Oh but we're not done yet." He told me, smiling.

"No?" I asked while looking at my watch. "I'm afraid we don't have much time left today."

"I think I'm done with you acting all mighty, Doctor." He said. "Now act like a huge fucking slut!"

"But I am a huge fucking slut, Kevin." I replied, grinning. "I've always been one."

I moved my naked body closer to him, squeezing my huge tits against his own chest.

"Is that what you want, Mr Wood?" I asked. "For your shrink to offer herself to you?"

"Yes!" He replied, grabbing my ass with his hands.

"Well why didn't you simply ask? All you had to do was to bend me over my desk and fuck me. I don't get where you got the idea that I was a prude."

"You literally said you would not cheat on your husband." He pointed out.

I shrugged.

"So?" I replied, letting my right hand slide along his stomach up to his hip. "I just wanted to see how badly you wanted me. I can't believe it took you so many years and being delusional to make a move."

He sighed and put his hands on my hips, pulling me closer. I felt his cock pressing between my thighs.

"I want you to be mine, Doc." He whispered.

"Sorry, Kevin!" I whispered before dropping a small kiss on his lips. "You can fuck me anytime you want, but I'm a free woman. You are going to have to share."

I giggled and turned around, bending over my desk. I spread my legs wide and stuck my butt up in the air, showing him my wet pussy.

"No." He said. "Be my personal sex toy! Be my obedient ****!"

I turned my head towards him and winked.

"Of course, master." I said in a sultry voice. "I was just fucking with you."

He moved closer and grabbed me by the waist. He slid his cock into my tight cunt.

"And I'm fucking you!" He yelled as he pushed himself inside me.

"Oh yeah!" I moaned. "That's it! Fuck me hard, Master! I'm yours!"

I closed my eyes and let him use me however he wanted. I was his slut, and I loved it.

Kevin fucked my brains out for the next hour or so, making sure I came several times and cumming in me a couple more times.

We ended up on the floor, exhausted and sweaty.

"I need to go." He announced after a while. "I'll came back to fuck you next time."

"But, master!" I protested. "What should I do now?"

He smiled.

"Until next time, fuck as many of your patients as possible without getting arrested or something!" He ordered me.

"Well that's already what I was planning, Master." I admitted.

"Good."

And with that, he walked out of my cabinet and closed the door.