Claire's fetishes

“I want to begin to explore your fetishes; the acts and themes you find erotic perhaps without even realising. These fetishes will be the key to finding satisfaction in your sex life. Once you identify and fully accept what turns you on, we can work on making your sexual relationships fully satisfy your needs, and you will no longer need to seek attention from random strangers to do so.”

“Thank you doctor.”

“Then are you ready to be completely open to me?”

Claire didn’t even consider for a moment. “Yes, I’ll tell you anything you need to know.”

“Good girl. I want to work on each of your fetishes in turn, make sure you accept each of them, and explore how each affects you as a person and going forward. First off, why don’t you tell me about the last thing you masturbated to.”

Claire cast her mind back. She had been out drinking last night with John and her friends. If it was anything like usual, she was probably horny by the time she got back but she couldn’t remember. She cast her mind further back and realised what had happened that day. “Oh, um…” She felt herself grow tense but strangely warm at the embarrassing memory.

“You promised me you would tell me anything” the doctor reminded her.

“Well, I- I found a picture of my mom.” She didn’t show up John by telling her where she found it. “She was naked. And she was covered in jism, from a bunch of different guys. I just found it so hot I couldn’t help myself. I didn’t even notice John walking in on me.”

Actually, being walked in on had been enough to push her over the edge. John had watched her writhe in ecstasy over a picture of their mother. It had been too awkward for either of them to mention since. Claire worked her hand inside herself a little faster picturing the scene. The soothing smog and growing comfort in her body made it so hard to worry about anything. She no longer cared that the doctor was watching her, focused only on her words and the pleasure coursing through her.

“You got aroused by a picture of your mother engaged in a sexual act?”

“It wasn’t that it was my mother. It was… well, everything else. It was her big, exposed tits. It was the streaks of cum covering her body. It was her body being used for the pleasure of a hoard of men. It was just so hot.” Talking about this stuff was easier than Claire had thought. Once she started it all came flooding out. It felt so good to speak her private thoughts out loud.

“I see we have a lot to unpack here. You say you liked her large tits? Have you always had this interest?”

“It’s a weird story. I guess my brother’s tastes wore off on me a little.”

“Interesting. You grew up masturbating to pictures of busty women?”

“It wasn’t that I found them attractive. Other kids made fun of my developed breasts. So, when I noticed guys like my brother ogling them, I felt better about myself. Even if they were what my brother found hot, I just assumed most boys did too. I, uh, I used to fantasise about going into my brother’s room and flashing him my boobs. Watching his eyes light up while he stood completely mesmerised, then imagining what he might do when I left. I didn’t really know how guys masturbated back then. Eventually I worked up the courage to actually go through with it, while he was asleep. I would go in some mornings, topless, and I’d stand by his bed. It excited me knowing he might wake up any moment. He never woke up before his alarm, but sometimes I would linger until the very last moment, half-hoping he would catch me as I made my escape.”

Claire realised she was flush with arousal. She didn’t realise how much it would turn her on to recount old fantasies to her therapist, but just remembering her earliest innocent escapades was making her giddy. Lilith was taking notes of her story, immortalising her shameful behaviour in print.

“This is all very interesting information Claire. Thank you for being so open with me. We will be coming back to this story later. Now tell me, how does it feel to share sexual interests with your brother?”

“Kind of naughty, I guess. Like, when we’re out together and we see a busty lady, I know that we’re both checking her out, and it’s like we’re sharing something intimate, but not in a sexual way, if you know what I mean.”

“I believe I do.”

“But the thing is I’m not really into women. I mean I have been with women before but only when I drink and it’s not the same as when I’m with a guy. I just feel like I’ve messed my brain up. I can be turned on by a pair of tits but feel no attraction to the woman bearing them, and smaller boobs do nothing for me either. It’s like I’ve built this unnatural infatuation inside my own brain.”

“Claire, there is nothing wrong with loving boobs. Even straight women can get turned on by them. Having bisexual tendencies will only make you more desirable to men. And there’s nothing unnatural about how you developed this interest. That’s just how the brain works. You have nothing to be ashamed of. Do you understand?”

“Yes, thank you doctor.” Hearing a doctor explain it really did help put her mind at ease.

“Then prove it to me. Announce to me unashamedly that you love big tits.”

“Um.” It felt odd but Claire kind of wanted to own up to that part of herself. “I love big tits.” Claire had to admit even now she found it a little embarrassing to say it like this. The doctor looked unimpressed with her commitment. She tried again. “I love big tits. I love big tits!” she kept repeating until the doctor was satisfied. “I love big tits!” She called out so loudly she was sure they could hear her in the waiting room. Finally, the doctor allowed her to stop.

“You stated that small tits do nothing for you. My boobs are a bit smaller than yours. Do they still turn you on?” Claire had tried not to check the doctor’s out until now, but now that she was being directed to, her eyes fell to her chest. The doctor pulled apart her coat and unbuttoned her blouse a little. Claire could see a generous helping of cleavage within. It was enough to get a reaction from her already horny mind, and she nodded shallowly. She found herself stroking herself off to the doctor’s curvy frame, as her free hand rose up to play with her chest. The doctor watched her do so.

“Does it feel good to play with your tits.”

“Mhm, they’ve always been sensitive, ever since they grew out. My boyfriends knew squeezing them was like a switch to get me in the mood.” Claire demonstrated and was rewarded with a wave of pleasure that **** a moan out of herself. “Sometimes when I accidently brush up against someone, or I notice people staring, they’ll just start begging for attention on their own.” It was embarrassing to talk about her own body like this, but now she’d started, she just couldn’t stop.

“I bet that must be so difficult for you. To be constantly aroused by those big, sexy udders of yours. To have such sensitive, needy tits that just want to be touched all the time. To be driven wild with need to be groped and fondled by a man at the slightest stimulation.”

“Yes, yes!” Claire’s restraint was fading as she got closer to orgasm. She was too horny to deny her words. Her tits were so sexy. She caught people staring all the time, and even she got lost in them checking herself out in the mirror. The more she thought about it, she realised they were constantly begging her for attention, that she’d resisted through sheer discipline.

“And it must be so difficult coming home to a mother with such an incredible rack. You must spend every moment with her wishing you were free to squeeze and fondle them, to rub your sensitive nipples against hers until you both share an orgasm.”

Claire generally tried to ignore how busty her mother was. It wasn’t easy though as the evidence was always right in her face, and Claire's eyes habitually honed in on curvy bosoms of their own accord before she could regain control of them. She couldn’t deny the doctor’s words. It was just yesterday that she’d orgasmed looking at her mom’s tits, and she was getting turned on imagining the scene the doctor described.

“Yes, yes!” Claire was so close to orgasm. She’d always had a vivid imagination, being able to place herself in her fantasies, and practically feel the sensations for herself. Right now, she couldn’t help but picture herself in her mom’s embrace, rubbing their sensitive, needy nipples against each other. She knew she shouldn’t, but arousal was clouding her judgement. As she approached the edge of climax, wondering if this fantasy would be enough to push her over, she felt the doctor’s firm grip on her arms. Her hand was pulled upwards, denying her the orgasm she craved. The doctor mounted the armrest beside her.

“Relax, let me take care of that” the doctor whispered in her ear before she felt her finger plunged into her pussy. Claire was too **** to cum to resist her advance. She let the doctor take control and masturbate her. Her pussy contracted around the doctor’s finger as she felt an orgasm rip through her body. As she basked in the pleasure of the it, a brief moment of clarity pushed her to wonder how she let herself fall into this, allowing a doctor to frig her while she thought of her own mom. But as she breathed in the soothing candle smoke and pleasure began to build up around the doctor’s fingers, she felt those cares start to dissolve away.

“Let’s move onto your next fetish. You said you love seeing cum on a woman’s body.”

“I do. It’s like the mark of a man. It’s like he’s claiming you, calling you his own. It’s so hot for a man to want you that much.”

“This fascination was what led you to taste your brother’s cum? Do you enjoy the taste of it?”

“I… I guess a little, but its more the idea of it I think.”

“So, you liked the idea of ingesting your brother’s seed?”

“No” Claire moaned as the pleasure built up.

“Or perhaps the idea of a man marking you as his own? You want a man to own you?”

“No, no please” Claire protested in vain.

“It’s alright. You can be honest here. Just imagine a man looking down on your naked body, his cock glistening with your saliva. He strokes himself to climax and cum starts to flow from his cock. It lands everywhere: your tits, your legs, your face, your hair. It doesn’t slow down. His balls are the size of grapefruits and he’s bathing you in his sperm. Every time his cum hits your sensitive tits you orgasm, knowing he’s marking them as his property.”

“No, no please!” Claire couldn’t help it. With her brother still fresh in her mind, she was **** to picture him in that position. The imagery the doctor fed her filled her imagination. She almost felt like she was there, relishing every drop of her brother’s seed. As the stream spilled on her, it splashed over her nipples. She instantly orgasmed. Even as she was still reeling from it, another imaginary load struck her breast and she orgasmed again. As the doctor’s fantasy played out in her head, a string of climaxes ripped through her body.

“Now stop!” the doctor demanded and suddenly her vivid daydream faded away. She squirmed as the last surge of pleasure ran through her. The doctor relented her **** on Claire’s pussy but didn’t withdraw her hand. As the fog lifted from her mind, Claire was embarrassed to realize what she had fantasized about. It was disgusting to think of her brother like that. But worse, despite all that and her recent climaxes, Claire was still restlessly horny and a part of her wanted to keep going. “Now, let’s talk about your latent exhibitionist fetish.”

“Exhibitionist fetish?”

“Yes, it’s a secret desire to show off your body to strangers, acquaintances and family.”

“I know what it means, but why do you think I have one?”

“You yourself admitted to me your exhibitionist fantasy, how you used to flash your sleeping brother. Did the thought of exposing yourself to him not turn you on?”

“That’s tru- Ngh.” Claire moaned in surprise as the doctor’s fingers squeezed her nipples. She pulled Claire to her feet and began to guide her across the room. In a horny haze, she let the therapist pull her along, stepping out of her panties to avoid tripping.

“You wear such alluring lingerie out in public, secretly hoping someone would catch a glimpse, don’t you? You’re hoping when you bend over just right, someone will be there watching to see the thong riding up your ass cheeks,” the doctor swept her hands down to delicately cup her rear, “or glimpse the cleavage you picked just the right bra to accentuate.” The doctor led her to the window overlooking the alley below and bent her into it. Her bare tits pressed against the cool glass and she felt her hard nipples repelled by the clear surface. One of the doctor’s hands moved back to playing with her pussy.

“Please, someone might see.”

“Oh, but you want that don’t you? You want to show the world your lustful, slutty body. Its safe to admit it here.” They watched as a man moved along the street below them, oblivious to the carnal vision a few feet above him. “Go ahead. Call to him. I feel your need to be seen.”

“Please!” Claire moaned aloud. She couldn’t help herself. “Look at me!” The man below kept walking, unaware of her horny pleas. She pushed her ass out to give the doctor better access to her snatch. They had her on the edge of climax. She needed something to carry her over it.

“If it wasn’t soundproof he’d know just what a dirty slut you are. You like that don’t you? Everyone looking down on you like some filthy whore.”

“Ngh!” Claire couldn’t contain her moans. She cried out in ecstasy as another orgasm ripped through her body. “Yes, yes! I’m a dirty whore. I’m a filthy, dirty whore!” As she came down from the waves of pleasure, the doctor finally let her go. She gasped for breath, trying to calm her frenzied heart as she was led back to her seat. The fog of arousal lifted from her mind.

“We shouldn’t have done that” she managed between breaths. She couldn’t believe how far she let herself go, letting the therapist touch her like that and the things she had thought about as she did so. This wasn’t how therapy should go. She shouldn’t be orgasming thinking about her mom’s tits or her brother’s jizz. This was all so wrong.

“There is no need to worry. What happens in here stays between us. It’s good that you let yourself be so open with me. We both learned so much about what you like.” As Claire gasped for air, her lungs filled with the smoky aroma of the therapeutic candles. The smoke helped cleared her mind, and she took in several deep breaths before she conceded that the doctor was right.

“Could you remind me what those things were?”

Claire looked up at the doctor. She couldn’t tell if she was teasing her. She felt a foolish saying it out loud with a clear head, but she guessed the idea was to admit it to herself. “I like big breasts, cum and exhibiting myself.”

“Good girl, but those weren’t the only things you like.”

“There’s more?”

“Indeed there is, and these last two might be the most important of all. You see, I picked these up while observing you these last couple of session. While the interests you just mentioned might be ones you were already in some way aware of, I believe you may be much less comfortable with acknowledged the two fetishes that lie closest to the heart of your issue. I’m talking about submission and humiliation.”

“Go on.”

“Those are the fetishes that your subconscious drive you towards. It is clear from the influence it has on you actions and your fantasies. The way you called out to that bystander just now, how you craved to be caught flashing your brother. Regular exhibitionists gain pleasure from the possibility of being discovered, but you actually wanted to be found, because you wanted to feel humiliated.”

“That’s not true!” Claire objected.

“Let me finish. It is also tied to the way you act out when you are drunk. As you know, while **** your mind acts out on its impulses to feel desired by men, leading to your unrestrained behaviour. However, I have come to believe this is not the full story. After all, you could set out to seduce individual men to garner the same effect. No, I believe your actions are being driven by your need for sexual satisfaction, to play out the fetishes that your conscious mind supresses. You submit to these men, letting them use you however you wish, and you revel in the humiliation of the degrading things they make you do.”

Claire couldn’t deny it what she was saying. She’d let herself submit to the doctor, allowing herself to be humiliated, and had been rewarded with some of the most intense orgasms she could remember. Looking back to her sexual encounters, she realised that while she had some set rules, she always let her partner take control, and she never once tried to avoid drinking despite knowing she would humiliate herself. It was all there; she just never would admit to those sides of her.

“But I don’t understand. Why those?”

“You have nothing to feel ashamed about. Submission and humiliation are among the most common fetishes among women. It is the natural position for a woman to be sexually dominated by men. Outspoken women like yourself often have a tendency towards sexual submission as a way to unwind from the pressure of putting on a strong public front. As for humiliation, that arises from a subconscious desire to curb the ego. It is unnatural for women to hold significant standing, so the mind finds pleasure in humbling itself.”

“That sounds sexist.” Claire was shocked the doctor could say such things about her own sex.

“Science does not discriminate. This is psychology. It is simply the biological instincts we have inherited from our ancestors, back when women’s only role in society was to provide for family and be mated. I understand why you may have reservations Claire, but these are your interests, and nothing can change that.”

Claire remained silent, not wanting to respond but the doctor pressed on. “You’re being stubborn Claire. This is the behaviour we need to curb if you’re to ever attain a healthy relationship. You need to accept your sexual interests, or we cannot make any progress.”

“I’m not being stubborn.”

“Then admit it. Tell me. As a woman, you long to submit to a man and be put in your natural place.”

It felt so wrong to her, but the doctor was right. She was stubborn. She denied anything that didn’t fit how she wanted. She had wilfully ignored the signs all this time. The doctor saw that, and the evidence was there. She had to change. She had too much of an ego. She did need to be put in her place a bit.

“As a woman…” It still felt so gross and sexist to say, but she was letting her emotions get to her. This wasn’t some man saying she belonged in the kitchen. This was a scientist putting aside her emotions to admit something uncomfortable about her own psychology. There had to be some credibility to it. “I long to submit to a man and be put in my natural place.”

“Good girl. Now say it again with some conviction.”

“As a woman, I long to submit to a man and be put in my natural place.”

“I will make you repeat this until it sounds convincing. If you cannot accept this, you have no chance of curbing your ego and developing a healthy relationship. Does pride matter more to you than happiness?”

The doctor was right. Her ego was making everything worse. What did a girl who had sexually debased herself in front of everyone at college have to be proud of? She had to let it go.

“As a woman, I long to submit to a man and be put in my natural place.”

“Alright, that’s enough. I can tell you’re really trying to convince yourself. That level of change will not come in one session though. I want you to keep reminding yourself of this as you commit yourself to continuing your treatment, and change will start to manifest. Particularly I want you to repeat that to yourself while you’re masturbating, while your mind is most receptive to your sexual needs.”

“Yes Doctor.”

“Now you may be wondering why I spent all this time identifying your fetishes.” Now that she mentioned it, Claire had no idea what any of this had to do with her problems.

“You see, your fetishes make up part of your sexual needs. If you are not satisfying these needs while sober, it is natural that your mind would gravitate towards them while uninhibited. Simply put, if you want to stop uncontrollably engaging in your fantasies while you are drunk, you need to indulge yourself while you have control of yourself. Each of your fetishes; large tits, cum, exhibition, submission, and humiliation; I want you to engage in them as much as possible over the next few weeks in order to unravel this subconscious behaviour of yours.”

Claire silently considered this. She didn’t know why but she didn’t feel like contesting this. She had accepted everything the doctor told her so far. It was unconventional, but it might be just what she needed. The therapist had done nothing so far to harm any of her family and compared to losing control of herself at every party, this treatment seemed like the lesser of two evils.

“Okay, tell me what to do.”

“You accept what I’m telling you to do?”

“Yes, I’ll do it.”

“Good girl. Well, like I said, you need to spend some time exploring each of your interests. Find someone you are willing to sexually submit to and see how far you can push yourself. Test how comfortable you feel exhibiting yourself in various situations and go a little bit further. It is vital you keep pushing the limits of what you are willing to do so you become more comfortable with consciously accepting these ideas. Consciously humiliating yourself will be the most difficult. It will not feel at all pleasant at first but do not quit at the first sign of discomfort. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I’ll try.”

“Oh, and Claire, remember you have an ally living under your roof. You already know you have a common interest with your brother. I suggest sharing your interest with him will make you both more comfortable. Your brother is there to help you throughout your treatment. Now, I know this session has dragged on so there is one more thing I’d like to ask of you regarding your mother before we close up.”

“Go on.”

“You see your mother is having issues with self-image at the moment. I suggested that she go about the house in her underwear to build up her body confidence. It would be nice if you and John could give her some encouragement, telling her how good she looks. In particular she feels that her breasts and ass are fat and unappealing.”

“Of course, I’ll do that for her.”

“Thank you, Claire. Now would you kindly go invite the others back in. I have an announcement I wish to make to you all.”

Claire did as she was asked and a few moments later the family shared the sofa waiting for the doctor to make her declaration.

“Up until this point I have been having the three of you share a single appointment slot. While I am happy to continue treating you all, as I have become quite heavily invested in your family at this point. However, I feel with this arrangement I cannot give you each the proper time and attention I believe you deserve. Having concluded a few other patients’ treatments in the last week, I would like to offer your family an additional appointment slot at no extra charge. This would give me twice as much face time with you all to help guide you through this crucial stage of your treatment.”

“Wow, thank you doctor. That is very generous of you.”

“I will also give each of you my private line. If you have any trouble at all with your treatment plan, feel free to get in touch with me at any time. With this new arrangement I would be seeing you every other day. You needn’t all attend every session if you have prior engagements. Does that sound okay to you?”

“Yes. Thank you so much doctor.”

“Good. Then I will see you on Saturday.”