Layla's Cure

"Layla, turn off your phone," said Dr. Darke.

"But I might...."

"Layla, that's why you're here. Please. Dr. Darke held his hand out."

"Fine," Layla turned her phone off and handed it to Dr. Darke. She fidgeted nervously with her hands.

"On a scale from 1 to 10, how much anxiety does not having your phone cause?"

"Ten."

"Let's try some relaxation techniques." It took a few tries as Layla was so keyed up, but he was able to put her under. "Layla, the reason you're addicted to your phone is to distract you from how much you crave your boyfriend's cock. Understand?"

She nodded.

"You love sucking his cock. You crave sucking his cock. Nothing gives you pleasure like having a cock slide in and out of your mouth, and the taste of cum drives you crazy. From now on, when you think you can't put your phone down, you'll just think of sucking cock. Also, you need to send a sexy photo to your boyfriend if you are ever away from him for more than four hours, and the longer you're away from him, the sexier and sluttier a pick you'll send him. Understand?"

She nodded.

"Great."