Ramp it up

"I see," said Clark. "I saw a stage act where people under hypnosis got completely naked, so if you did that, it would be your own free will?"

"Of course," said Dr. Walter. She stood up and slid her blouse off and laid it on top of her blazer. She then undid her bra, took it off, and laid it on top of her blouse. Next she removed her shoes then slid her panties off, putting them on the small coffee table. She then sat back down and picked up a pen and paper. "See, no one could make me do such things. It's all me. Now, can we please change the subject?"

"Sure," agreed Clark. "I think it would help me relax if you massaged your breasts. Of course, that would be your choice, not mine."

Dr. Walter gave a small laugh. "Of course it's my choice." She put down the pen and pad and started massaging her breasts. "Better?"

"Yes," Clark shifted in his chair. "I'm just surprised all that stuff I've seen on the internet is fake. Heck, I even saw a female therapist whose mind was manipulated so she performed oral sex on a client."

"Clark, there is no way that could happen in real life. Dr. Walter sank to her knees and crawled to Clark. She reached up and started to undo his pants. "I'm going to perform oral sex on you because I want to, not because some hypnotist is controlling my mind."

Clark helped Dr. Walter undo his pants. He lifted himself up off of the chair, so Dr. Walter could pull his pants and boxers down. She looked up and smiled as she pumped his erection with her hand a few time. She lowered her mouth over his cock and started using her tongue and mouth to pleasure him.

"Oh wow, so you just love sucking cock on your knees," said Clark. "Good to...wow, you're so....good....Well, good to know... this is part of my...individual therapy."

Dr. Walter moaned on Clark's cock. He ran his fingers through her hair then applied gentle pressure to her head, forcing her down a bit. She kept sucking and licking away, doing a very good job orally pleasuring Clark. He held out several minutes before he came.

When Clark finished shooting his load into Dr. Walter's mouth, she finished him off, swallowed his cum, and pulled away. She licked her lips and smiled. "See, this is...oh god...this is all me...mind....control...is a...myth."

"Thanks for clearing that up!" said Clark. "I really enjoyed today's session."

Dr. Walter sat back. "That's why I'm here."

"Yes, and I appreciate you coming over this weekend to clean my apartment for me as part of your therapy to get me to be more organized."

"Oh of course!" said Dr. Walter. "It should help a lot."

"Well then." Clark stood up and pulled up his boxers and slacks. "Write your personal cell number on your panties for me," he said. "Imagine if I was doing some sort of mind control voodoo on you to do that!" he wiggle his fingers at Dr. Walter.

Dr. Walter laughed. "Really!" She got up and went to her desk. She rooted around until she found a marker and used it to write her number on her panties. "Here ya go. We finished early today."

"Oh great, I guess you owe me some money."

"Certainly, Clark, cash OK?"

"Yes, Emily, I can call you that, right?"

"Of course." Emily went to her purse and took out her wallet. She fished out $40 and handed it to Clark.

"See you Saturday," said Clark. "I'll text you with the time and address and what to wear."

"Can't wait!" said Emily.

Clark walked out and saw the receptionist grow a slight blush when she saw him.