"Now, we need to take care of your needs. I want you to play with yourself until you get close to climaxing, and then tell me so I can observe. While you are playing tell me about your immediate family, especially any young men in your family." Debbie took her right breast in her right hand and used her left hand to stimulate her pussy. Cynthia saw this and smiled, she knew that Debbie knew where to touch herself.
"I have two sisters, Robyn and Sandie. They are married and each have two boys under 15. Sandie also has an 18 year old daughter named Kristyn." Cynthia took note of the ladies mentioned. " I also have a cousin named Michael. He is 26 years old and not married. My husband..."
Cynthia interrupted, "I do not need to hear any more about husbands. How are you doing? Do you feel the pleasure from touching your own body sexually?" Debbie just nodded, her left hand a blur in her lap and her right hand pinching & twisting her hard nipples. Cynthia's hand was also moving fast stroking her own wet cunt. This is so incredible, if only I can get all three sisters and the daughter.
Debbie shouted, "I think I'm gonna cum. Its close I can feel it." Debbie pulled hard on her nipples and then moved to right hand to her swollen and distended clitoris. Her left hand was finger-fucking her sopping pussy. Cynthia was watching Debbie's masturbation closely, turned on by Debbie's relentless quest for self-pleasure. Debbie was moaning loudly now and Cynthia knew that she was close, oh so close.
Debbie came in a screaming climax! She was long over due for an orgasm and it showed in the tremors that engulfed her body and the amount of her love-juice that flooded from her cunt. Her legs were still spread over the arms of the chair, which was good considering the size of the pool of her sweet nectar that pooled in the seat of her chair. Cynthia saw that pool of Debbie's cum and gasped.
Cynthia slipped out of her plush leather chair and crawled across the floor. Debbie just sat there with her pussy opened and exposed. Cynthia could see right inside her vagina to her womb. Cynthia continued to finger herself as she crawled across the floor. When she reached Debbie's chair she got on her knees and began lapping her sweet nectar up, tasting and swallowing Debbie's love juice.
Half way through drinking Debbie's cream, Cynthia experienced her own climax. Her body spasmed out of control as she experienced multiple orgasms. She came to her senses after a few minutes and finished lapping up what was left of Debbie's organic gift. She moved her face close to Debbie's and ordered her to lick her own juices from Cynthia's face. Debbie did just that while Cynthia moaned.
Cynthia returned to her seat and told Debbie to sit back in her chair. Debbie follows Cynthia's instructions. She is still firmly under my control, good. "You will masturbate whenever you feel stressed out. Close the door to your office or go into the bathroom. Do not feel as if you have to control your moans or screams. You need to let it all out, it's important to your well-being. You are a very beautiful woman, act that way."
Cynthia continued, "You in return must do me a favor. You must convince your sisters and your niece to come to me for help. This is important to your continued happiness. You must return in two weeks for another session. I know you have always been attracted to your cousin Michael. The next time you hear his voice; you will go to him and be his sex slave. You will turn into his slut and please him without a thought to consequences. If either of your sisters or niece is there you will share Michael with them. Get dressed now. You will forget all the events that happened since you were hypnotized and wake up rested and refreshed. Do you understand all of my instructions to you?"
"Yes doctor, I understand." Debbie said as she got dressed. While Debbie got dressed, Dr. Claiborne put her lab coat back on. Soon Debbie was fully dressed, sitting in the chair with a smile on her face. Dr. Claiborne smiled to herself; the session had gone better than expected. Dr. Claiborne felt that her underlying plans were going well. All women are meant to be sluts and if I can help more to their destiny, I will be happy.
"I'm going to count down from five and then you will wake-up. Five... four... three... two... one... wake-up Debbie." Debbie clinked and stretched. Dr. Claiborne was impressed; Debbie was very sexy even with her clothes on.
"I feel great doctor, thank you. I will definitely recommend your treatment. My life makes a lot more sense now." Dr. Claiborne led Debbie out of her office, wishing her well and watching her sexy strut down the stairs. It's begun; my service to womankind.
Chapter 2
Dr. Claiborne sat in her examination room and mused. She knew herself to be a beautiful woman with high full breasts, long legs and a voluptuous body. Cynthia shook her shoulder length mane of blonde hair in a moment of remorse. She could have had any man she wanted, pleasing him as she knew would have been her role. However, she was called to a higher purpose. Something that she knew was more important than her being a sex toy for her man.
Dr. Claiborne had realized early in her adult life the truth that all women were supposed to be whores for their men, for men in general. Keeping men sexually satisfied was a woman's true calling. To help women to realize this fact, she became a hypnotherapist. She would only take women as clients. Then would then proclaim the truth to them and teach them how they really should act. Cynthia knew that she could not change the entire world, but it was her duty to try.
Her latest patient, Debbie, was a different situation. Cynthia could not direct her passion, her servitude towards her husband. He was a devout Jehovah's Witness and he would not accept, but would spurn her new-found sexuality and willingness to please. Instead, Cynthia had found a cousin of hers that would do nicely. She thought that he would be surprised when he received his gift, his gift of a cousin turned sex slave.
It was a pity that Debbie didn't have any daughters, Cynthia also taught mothers how their daughters should be brought up. What values the young girls should have. Cynthia went over those truths in her mind. Satan was truly inside of this woman. They should be taught not to wait for the right man, a good boy. They should be taught to flock to the bad boys, the tough lads. And if they want the girls to give them sexual favors, the girls should. How else are they going to learn the proper way to give blow-jobs? They should also learn to love their Mothers. Not just emotionally, but physically as well. That way they can be taught the proper ways to please. For that is their purpose in life, so they should embrace it as soon as they can.
A ringing phone interrupted Cynthia's thoughts. She answered the phone, "Dr. Claiborne speaking, may I help you?" She quickly looked in her appointment book. "Yes, next Thursday would be fine, I'll see you at 10:00 sharp. Thank you very much, please give my thanks to Debbie. Bye." Already my plan brings fruit. I am going to be able to help all of them.
Chapter Three
Michael awoke slowly and stretched, his arms and legs reaching their limits, before they reached the limits of the king size bed. He kicked off his sheet and swung his feet to the floor. His morning piss hard-on followed his movements, stopping and slapping against his thigh. The slap rang loudly throughout the empty apartment. Michael grimaced as he walked to the bathroom. He loved waking up with a hard dick, but he did not relish the full bladder he had to relieve.
Michael looked down at his large, fat cock and willed it to shrink enough to urinate. His mind went though the times tables, trying to overcome his memories of the porn DVD he had watched late last night. Michael was a 26 year old man who was connoisseur of porn, magazines, internet, videos, it didn't matter what media it was as long as it was explicit and graphic. He was really into incest, but had never done it himself. Not that he was adverse to incest; he had never had the opportunity.
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