A push in the right direction

Garrett watched as Dr. Miranda Wong sat before him, her sharp features softened, her mind open to his influence. The AudioTuring device hummed faintly in the background, a subtle undercurrent that kept her in the pliable trance he had so carefully crafted. Every flicker of her eyelids, every slow, shallow breath told him she was his to mold now.

He leaned forward slightly, keeping his voice low and even. “Miranda, can you hear me?”

“Yes,” she murmured, her tone distant yet compliant.

“Good,” he said, a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips. “From now on, when you hear the word… ‘Therapy-****,’ you will feel calm, safe, and deeply relaxed. You will fall into the same peaceful state you’re in now. Do you understand?”

“Yes… Therapy-****,” she repeated softly, the word almost melting on her lips.

“That’s right,” he affirmed. “And when you wake up from this state, you’ll feel as though we’ve made progress today. You’ll believe I’m starting to change—that there’s potential for me to improve. In fact, you’ll suggest we continue these sessions once a week. You’ll insist that I need private therapy, and you’ll be the one to oversee it personally. It will feel like the right thing to do, won’t it?”

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice faint but steady.

Garrett leaned back, satisfaction blooming in his chest. He wasn’t just manipulating her thoughts—he was embedding himself into her routine, her sense of duty. It wasn’t enough to control her for the moment; he needed a way to keep her tied to him.

“Good,” he continued. “And when you think of me between sessions, you’ll feel curious. You’ll wonder about me, about my thoughts, my feelings. And the more you think of me, the warmer you’ll feel. You won’t understand it, but it will intrigue you. It will pull you closer to me.” "You can´t stop thinking about me and star too masturbate while you think about me, but you can´t cum. Only my Big White Cock is able to do that and nothing Else, you can only relex and think straight again when i´m the one who lets you cum, do you understand, slut ?"

Her lips trembled slightly as though her subconscious resisted, but the device’s hum maintained its grip on her mind. “Yes…I Understand” she murmured after a moment, her voice soft and submissive.

“Excellent,” Garrett said, his tone steady and controlled. He adjusted the frequency slightly, letting the sound fade into a more soothing rhythm. “When I count to three, you’ll wake up. You’ll feel refreshed and optimistic. You’ll believe we’ve made real progress today. And you’ll remember to follow through with everything you’ve decided during this session. One… two… three.”

Miranda blinked a few times, her posture straightening as she came out of the trance. Her dark eyes regained their focus, and for a moment, she seemed slightly dazed.

“Well,” she said, adjusting her glasses and smoothing her blouse, “I think this was a productive session. You were… cooperative, more than I expected.”

Miranda’s voice was steady, but as she looked at Garrett, something unexpected stirred within her. Her gaze lingered on his sharp jawline, the way his lips curved into a faint, polite smile that seemed almost too perfect. She caught herself noticing the way his blue eyes seemed to glint with a confidence that wasn’t there before—something deeper, magnetic even.

Why am I…? she thought, her brow furrowing slightly. The heat rising to her cheeks felt foreign, unprofessional. Garrett was a patient—a convicted troublemaker. And yet, as much as she tried to rationalize it, the warmth in her chest didn’t dissipate.

She pushed the thought aside, gathering her notes quickly as if to shake off the strange pull she felt toward him.

“I’ll be recommending that we continue these sessions once a week,” she said, her tone a little too brisk. “But I think it would be more effective if we did them outside the center. I’ll arrange to meet you at your home—more privacy, fewer distractions.”

Garrett’s expression didn’t change, but she thought she saw something flicker in his eyes—amusement, maybe. “Whatever you think is best,” he replied, his voice smooth and unassuming.

Miranda hesitated again, feeling an inexplicable urge to keep looking at him. His calm demeanor, the subtle strength in his posture—it all felt… distracting in a way it shouldn’t. A faint flush spread across her cheeks, and she **** herself to look away.

“Yes, well… I’ll make the arrangements,” she said quickly, her voice a little tighter than before.

As she turned to leave, she couldn’t ignore the strange ache in her stomach, the lingering curiosity that gnawed at her mind. Why does he affect me like this? she wondered, her fingers brushing nervously against her clipboard as she exited the room.

Behind her, Garrett’s smirk widened. He had seen the faint blush on her face, the hesitation in her voice. She was unraveling, and she didn’t even know it.

Perfect.

I hope you have enjoyed the first chapters of my story. Writing in English is a challenge for me, as it is not my first language, but I am doing my best to improve with every step.

Thank you for your support and patience as I continue to grow and refine my skills. Your feedback means a lot to me, and I am grateful to have you on this journey with me. Especially the Sex-scenes are going to be difficult, but i give my best ;)