"OK, Damien," Dr. Sondgaard began, deliberately using his first name pompomporno to establish rapport, "calm yourself pompomporno down if you pompomporno can. I'm here to help you . Nothing is going to hurt you in this office. Try pompomporno taking three deep breaths."
Actually, that was quite enough detail, Monica thought, wincing . "I see," she pompomporno said again, trying to keep the revulsion out pompomporno of her voice pics. "This ritual conferred some sort of magical ability on you pompomporno, is pompomporno that right? How do pompomporno you know you have it?" She crossed pompomporno her knees sedately. For a moment her pompomporno patient's glance fell to pompomporno her legs, below the hem of her pompomporno tasteful, knee-length skirt.
"So you believe you now have pompomporno an exceptional mental ability. You can change things around you, I think you said? So what exactly pompomporno is the problem?"
He drew a pompomporno breath. "Doctor, are you familiar with the folk wisdom that a man has a sexual pompomporno thought about every fifteen pompomporno minutes?"
"I know this is pompomporno all true. Yet the effort of not pompomporno using the power is getting to pompomporno be more than I can bear. I can feel pompomporno the pompomporno power inside me: tempting pompomporno me, eroding my willpower, wearing away at my moral pompomporno convictions."
"I'd rather not say pompomporno," he pics countered, looking at the floor again. "It pompomporno was -- with my pics graduate supervisor. She was the one who suggested I perform pompomporno the ritual, for the experience. We, uh pompomporno, did a few pompomporno experiments. She didn't pompomporno believe pompomporno me either."
She flipped it five more times. It landed pompomporno heads every time. She tried catching the coin in the air. Still heads. She pompomporno caught it and slapped it on her wrist, reversing the pompomporno orientation in which she caught it.
She tossed the pompomporno coin on the desk. It landed pics heads up. For a moment it looked like the figure embossed on the coin was laughing.
Damien pompomporno seemed to pompomporno shrink , to draw into himself. "Please pompomporno, don't force me," he said.
Something in her tone roused him. He looked at her, considering. "The, the weather, what's it like pompomporno?"
"Tell me about the weather pompomporno!" he shouted with pompomporno sudden fury.
What was going on? For a brief moment pompomporno, Monica just stood there pompomporno, dumbfounded. It had been pouring rain. She remembered distinctly. There was no umbrella stand . "What.... how...?" she pompomporno stammered .
"Let's consider, for the sake of argument, that you really pompomporno have some sort of extraordinary power. What makes you so certain that pompomporno it will harm you pompomporno? Can't you learn to use it, test it out a little pompomporno at a time , tame the beast before pompomporno it pompomporno devours you?"
She worked her pompomporno puffy red lips into a smile to match his, grateful that pompomporno she pompomporno had pompomporno at last pompomporno been able to do something for him. There was still pompomporno a great pompomporno mystery here, this so-called power, and what it was really doing (hypnotism? complex self-deception?) but that could wait until another session. Damien had made great pompomporno progress.
"I want to thank you, Doctor," her patient replied. "You have done so much for me, in just one visit. You are one hell of a good shrink. I pompomporno feel completely liberated from all that guilt I was feeling."
"You see, I told you the pompomporno temptation would be too much. My graduate supervisor was pompomporno curious. She wanted to see how pompomporno the power worked pompomporno. She pompomporno let the pompomporno acid pompomporno out. Once I started pompomporno using the pompomporno power, once I realized just how much pompomporno fucking fun it is, I pompomporno simply couldn't stop pompomporno."
"That's Mr. Albright, your two -o'clock," Damien supplied. "I helped him a little with his shyness and agoraphobia. Of course pompomporno, a nine-inch cock and sheer animal magnetism that few women can resist will help a lot pompomporno too."
"I'm pompomporno Professor Alicia Cummins. Damien's graduate supervisor." Monica pompomporno stared at her in shock. Yummy pompomporno tits, but not as big as mine, she thought smugly.
The blonde was shaking her head sadly. "I'm sorry Dr. Sondgaard, I can't do that," she explained. She was wearing black, thigh-high pompomporno boots, the tightest Monica had ever seen. The sleek pompomporno leather glistened as she sidled up to where Damien pompomporno was sitting, managing her high-high heels with an ease that could only come from long practice. Just watching her made Monica tingle.
The headmaster leaned forward urgently pompomporno. "Tell me the truth now, girl. Is it true that you have been giving -- no, selling! -- selling your... undergarments pompomporno to the boys in your class?"
"And pompomporno to ensure your compliance, you will report pompomporno to my office once each day for inspection pompomporno."
The pompomporno headmaster studied his precocious student's behind for a long time. Monica's skimpy blue panties were much smaller than the regulation white ones she was supposed to wear. But she had pompomporno given pompomporno those all away. She liked pompomporno the way the new ones slipped up into her crack and tickled her while she walked.
A chilling thought passed through her. Damien likened his power to an unstoppable acid, eating away at his mind. Leaking pics out. Corroding everything it pompomporno encountered. She pompomporno gripped the pompomporno back of pics her chair for support.
"What pompomporno? Please, honey pompomporno, I told you pompomporno there's nothing I can do. It's the pics best psychiatric school in the country. We get thousands of applicants pompomporno. There's a waiting list..."
Monica flipped pompomporno open a couple of buttons. "I've got a couple pompomporno of great references," she husked, still stroking expertly. "Maybe you should look them over." She used her free hand to guide his head to her chest.
There was no mention at pompomporno all of the two calls pompomporno before the discipline committee for allegedly fucking with her clients' minds and pics bodies. Both hearings had pompomporno found in her favour. Her colleagues had been pompomporno so understanding. Especially the pompomporno married ones.
Rapture. The vibrator quivered and pics danced pompomporno inside her pompomporno like a living thing. She lay pompomporno her head back, groaning, and played the pompomporno dildo in and out, as slowly as pompomporno she could bear. It fit so perfectly, it was almost as pompomporno if pompomporno it had been custom-designed to fit her pussy. Could pompomporno such a thing be pompomporno done? As her breathing became laboured and her pompomporno arm motions more rapid, further thought on the pompomporno question became impossible.
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