Hi Erotica. This story actually has a part 2 and 3 already, and if you want to read them after this you can check my post history. I’m just posting part 1 for now because I just found this sub and I wanted to see if there’s interest. If so I’ll post parts 2 and 3 here as well. Thanks for checking it out!
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The eraser of Corrine’s pencil tapped, tapped on her notebook. It had made contact with the paper far more times than the tip over the course of the afternoon. Yet her focus was not out the window or within her own mind, but on the lecture before her.
“So I hope, as we continue through the semester, your view of the human mind will evolve similarly to how the views of psychologists have evolved over time. The human mind is not a machine. Yet it cannot be viewed entirely as a self-determining entity, either. We need to look at the pyschological, social, and physical influences on the mind before we can understand how to help a patient – we can never view the mind in isolation from these factors, never as totally independent.”
Dr. Carson, submitting to the students restlessly beginning to pack up their things as they watched the clock approach 4:30, then shut off the powerpoint presentation above. “I’ll see you all on Wednesday. Please remember there *will* be a quiz.”
Corrine’s phone vibrated as she began to pack away her own notebook.
Brian:
“hey just getting back from the gym, when will u be home? Ill make lasagna.”
She smiled and tapped back:
Corrine:
“I’m just getting done class now, but I probably won’t be home until 6. I have to talk with my psych professor for a second and go to the library. Do you think you can stave off hunger until then?”
The response wasn’t immediate. With her bookbag slung over one shoulder, she stood and watched the last of her classmates slip out the door. Dr. Carson stood at the podium at the front of the room, taking his time packing his own things away and poring over something she couldn’t see.
Straightening her headband and brushing her dark brown bangs to the side – she was overdue for a haircut by a few days, as she always seemed to be – Corrine approached the podium. Dr. Carson looked up as she did, and she couldn’t help but notice that his eyes ran up her body in a way that made her slightly uncomfortable for a moment, though it was a gesture she was accustomed to. Despite her uneasiness with being looked up and down by men twice her age, she couldn’t help but feel flattered at the same time. She’d picked out a floral-patterned summer dress and her favorite pair of black tights that morning, thinking she looked cute, and several of her male classmates had already led her to believe she was right with their furtive but noticeable glances throughout the period.
Brian’s text response came just as she was about to say something, leading to an awkward pause as she arrived in front of the podium but then stopped to check her phone:
Brian: “guess ill have to! I love you”
Dr. Carson was looking at her expectantly when she returned her attention to him. “Sorry,” she said. Then, after another brief awkward pause, she extended her hand. “I’m Corrine Matthews,” she said. “I just wanted to introduce myself.”
“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Corrine,” said Dr. Carson. His grip was firmer than she’d expected as he reached out to shake her hand, almost painfully so.
“I know I’m just an undergrad, but I actually wanted to take your course specifically because I’ve read a lot of your work. I’m interested in going into hypnotherapy, and…”
“I’m flattered,” Dr. Carson said, interrupting her, “but I’m not sure I’m going to be as helpful with that as you’d like. You should know that while there is some interesting work out there on hypnosis, there’s little evidence that there’s anything more to it than suggestible individuals allowing themselves to be prompted without realizing it.”
“Oh, I know,” Corrine said, blurting the words out. “But I think the research you’ve been doing on sensory stimulation therapy is applicable. I’m really hoping to someday work on that technology myself, because I think it could revolutionize hypnotherapy.”
Dr. Carson tilted his head to one side before answering. “I’m kind of shocked you know about that,” he said. “It’s really very esoteric and experimental.”
“I know,” said Corrine. “But I’ve been studying alternative therapies for a long time. My father struggled with alcoholism for years, and he was helped by a hypnotherapist. My boyfriend recovered from a drug addiction the same way, and he’s been clean for three years. It’s really made me passionate about the subject.”
“And you’re, what… a junior?” Dr. Carson asked.
“A sophomore.”
“Hmm. Well, don’t get me wrong, Corrine, it’s really great to see someone so young with such an interest in psychology, but… sensory stimulation is really quite unlikely to go anywhere as a commercially viable form a therapy, at least for a long time. It’s too controversial.”
Corrine felt then, for the first time, a vague uneasiness about the topic. “Controversial how?” she asked. “Is it dangerous?”
“No, it’s not dangerous. Like hypnosis, there’s no evidence the therapy can force someone to do something they don’t want to do. However, there are concerns over the ethics of using it. That it could be, though not coercive, manipulative. Actually, I’m opposed to its use as a form of therapy for precisely that reason, at least until a great deal more research has been done, but… it’s difficult to get funding for such research.”
“Well, I just wanted to put out there that I’m interested. So if things change, and there are any opportunities to get involved, internships or anything, I hope you’ll think of me.” Corrine turned to leave the room.
“Well…”
She looked back at Dr. Carson, who was scratching the stubble around his chin.
“I really don’t want to get your hopes up, which is why I’m not being more encouraging,” he said. “But I am trying to get the funding, and I suppose the possibility exists I could get an intern position opened up if that were ever to happen. But I *really* can’t promise anything, Corrine.”
“Oh, I know,” she said, turning and heading straight up to the edge of the podium. Her voice rose in pitch slightly with her excitement. “But just knowing that you’ll keep me in mind means so much to me. I really think this technology could help so many people. It would be a dream come true if I could work on it.”
Dr. Carson nodded. “I have to admit, I’m impressed by your passion. My colleagues are all so skeptical that I’m really not used to it. I suppose, if you’re interested, I could give you a little demonstration. I have access to the program in my office.”
Corrine was taken aback. “What, like, a therapy session?” she asked, scrunching her face in confusion.
Dr. Carson laughed. “No, of course not. You’re my student, not my patient. I mean a brief session so you can experience what the program is like. If you’re going to administer it to patients someday, it would be a good idea for you to understand what you’re guiding them through. It would be nothing formal, I just thought based on your excitement it might be something you’d like to try.”
“Oh, I’m just really surprised,” Corrine stammered. “I didn’t expect anything like that.”
“Well, I’m headed back to my office right now. If you’d care to tag along, the offer’s open.” Dr. Carson pulled his messenger back over his shoulder.
“You know what, sure,” Corrine said. Her heart beat with nervousness as she said it. She did not know why, but she was apprehensive about the prospect.
Come on, Corrine, she thought. This is your in. Get it together.
“Well, follow me then,” said Dr. Carson. As he led her out into the hall, she suddenly remembered she’d forgotten to text Brian back, and pulled her phone out.
Corrine
“I love you too! I’ll be home as fast as I can. I can’t wait to see you.”
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Dr. Carson’s office was slightly cluttered, though not to an extent that someone who worked in it regularly wouldn’t know where to find everything. Corrine stole a few glances at the many rows of books that seemed to occupy every available space, but she didn’t recognize any of the titles she picked out. She stood and waited patiently, trying not to fidget, as the professor set things up on his computer.
“I don’t want to be any trouble,” she said after a minute. “If it’s a lot of work to set up we could always schedule it for a time when I’m not putting you on the spot.”
“It’s no trouble,” Dr. Carson said. “It just takes a little time. Things are almost calibrated.”
Corrine found herself glancing anxiously at her phone. An impulse in her said to find some excuse to leave. But she breathed deeply and reminded herself that to leave now might be leaving a once in a lifetime opportunity. The apprehension she felt, she knew, was completely irrational.
“Well, have a seat.” Corrine had been so lost in her thoughts that she hadn’t even noticed when Dr. Carson stood up. He was now gesturing toward the large swivel chair at his desk.
Corrine nodded and timidly approached the chair, placing her bag on the floor next to it.
“Is everything okay?” Dr. Carson asked.
“Oh, yeah, definitely,” Corrine stammered. “I just get nervous about sitting at someone else’s office desk.”
The professor chuckled. “Well, I assure you it’s quite alright,” he said. “But I appreciate the politeness.”
Corrine took a seat, and found herself relaxing just a bit at how comfortable the chair was. She tensed up again immediately, though, when Dr. Carson began to place a large pair of headphones around her head for her. She wanted to object that she could do it herself, but remembered what he said about politeness and, holding her breath for a moment, let him place the thick cans over her ears.
“All you need to do is just watch the screen and try to relax,” Dr. Carson instructed. “It’s just going to be very quick, but it should be a very pleasant experience.”
Corrine nodded and placed her focus on the screen in front of her, which so far had remained empty. She stared intently at the black space, waiting for something to happen. Oddly, though, the first sensation she noticed was auditory.
The vague, shifting mass of tones she could hear was already playing when she noticed it — she had not even realize it had begun, but could somehow sense she’d been listening to it without noticing. The sounds were simultaneously distant and yet seemed to be almost physically present in the back of her head. They were not unpleasant, however, and as she began to pay attention to them she noticed subtle, unusual harmonies that were unlike anything she’d heard before.
It was then that Corrine realized she was now receiving visual stimulation as well, but as with the tones, she could not remember a time when it actually began. Warm, flowing color patterns shifted across the screen; any time she attempted to focus on one color it blurred into others, which naturally caused her to relax her eyes and begin to take in the whole spectrum before her. She was overtaken by a floating sensation as the colors filled her entire field of vision.
Corrine knew about how the process of sensory stimulation therapy worked, but while she’d attempted to think consciously about it initially, she found that she could not clearly bring the information to the front of her mind. Doing so seemed an unnecessary amount of work, anyway; as she relaxed and her breathing became more and more regular, she let go of the need to think about where she was or what she was doing and became fully absorbed in the euphoric, floating sensation created by the tones and colors all around her.
Even if she’d had the inclination to wonder, Corrine could not have known how much time passed before she heard Dr. Carson’s voice. “Can you hear me, Corrine?” he asked. Like the tones, it felt as though his voice was all around her but also deep within the back of her head. His voice was low, pleasant, and soothing.
“Yes,” she replied without thinking.
“You should be feeling very relaxed now, Corrine. You should be ready to begin our session. Today we’re going to have the first of our therapy sessions, as we agreed.”
“Yes,” said Corrine. She supposed that she had agreed with Dr. Carson that they would have a series of therapy sessions.
“You are doing a great service for the field of psychology,” Dr. Carson continued. “For this research, it is important that you are completely open and honest with me, no matter what I ask you. You are in a safe place where you can say anything and it will be okay. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” She had no reason to think otherwise.
“Good. Where are you from, Corrine?”
“Boston.”
“Do you live in the dorm on campus, now?”
“No.”
“Where do you live?”
“I have an apartment with my boyfriend, Brian.”
“How long have the two of you been together?”
“Five years.”
“And he came with you from Boston?”
“Yes.”
“Is he your first boyfriend?”
“Yes.”
“How often do you and your boyfriend have sex?”
There was a very brief moment where Corrine felt that she ought not to answer this question. Yet when the feeling popped up and she tried to focus on it, to determine why she should not answer, it seemed to shift away, as though she were trying to grasp something slippery between her fingers. In a moment, she could not remember what it was she was trying to focus on. The one thought that seemed to remain clear for her was the one that Dr. Carson’s ever-present voice had given her: she must answer all his questions honestly.
“Almost every day,” she said.
“Is he the only man you’ve had sex with?” Dr. Carson’s voice asked.
“Yes.”
There was a pause, then, allowing Corrine to drift for an undetermined time. It was very pleasant, she thought, answering the professor’s questions and feeling so open and relaxed.
“Does your boyfriend please you sexually?” he asked.
“Yes,” said Corrine.
“Do you perform felatio?”
“Sometimes.”
“Do you enjoy performing felatio when you do it?”
Corrine did have to focus on this question to answer it. As she focused, she tried for a moment to focus on other things, but it seemed like the question, and the need to answer it, was all that was in her head at the moment. Focusing so much on the topic of giving Brian head began to arouse her slightly, a sensation which seemed to meld perfectly with the euphoria of the experience. “I don’t enjoy it, but I enjoy how much he enjoys it,” she answered.
“Good. Does he perform cunnilingus?”
“Sometimes.”
“Have the two of you tried anal sex?”
“No.”
“Would you describe your sexual interactions as gentle or rough?”
“Gentle.”
Dr. Carson did not immediately follow this question, which allowed Corrine to again become conscious of her own arousal. For a moment, she wondered why she was aroused, but the wondering seemed far too much work and her thoughts were scattered away from it. When she did hear her guiding voice again, it increased the sensation.
“Do you masturbate, Corrine?”
“Sometimes,” she replied.
“How often?”
“Maybe once a week.”
“When you masturbate, do you think about your boyfriend?”
Corrine felt a slight resistance to answering this question, but she could not think about why; and equally inexplicably, she also felt a small excitement at it. Regardless of the reason, the only thing she knew was that she must be honest. “Not always,” she said.
“Do you ever think about other men you know?”
“Sometimes.”
“Do you ever think about men you’ve never met before?”
“Yes, sometimes.”
“When you think about these men, do you imagine them being gentle?”
“No.”
“Do you imagine having sex with multiple men at once?”
“Not often, but I have before.”
“I see. You’re doing very well so far, Corrine. Do you feel comfortable?”
“Yes.” Corrine did still feel extremely relaxed, and even in the cases where she’d felt some initial discomfort at Dr. Carson’s questions, she’d found that it was very pleasant to answer them truthfully, as though her brain was being rewarded with ever great levels of euphoria for following direction.
“Good,” Dr. Carson said, his voice oozing with approval. “Now, Corrine, I need you to do something for me. It’s very important that you follow my directions exactly for our research. You can do that, right?”
“Yes,” said Corrine, and she meant it.
“I want you to think for me about the last time you had sex with your boyfriend. When was that?”
“Two days ago, after he got home from work,” said Corrine.
“Did he make you orgasm?”
“Yes.”
“Now, I want you to focus on your memory of that sexual encounter. I want you to think back on every detail of it, remember every sensation as vividly as you can. Do you have it?”
Corrine remembered how gently Brian had held and carressed her while he was inside her, the soft kisses he planted on her lips and her skin, the way he filled her up, and the way he reached down and stroked her clit as he picked up speed, urging her closer to coming. Shudders of pleasure spread through her body as she allowed the memory to absorb her.
“Now focus in, Corrine. Focus on when he made you orgasm. I want you to remember the way you felt. Not just the physical sensation, but your emotions. Forget the time, the place, forget even Brian – just remember every sensation of your climax.”
Corrine did as he asked, and found that the endlessly shifting mass of pleasant sound and texture that was her world made it easy to let go of everything but the sensations of the moment she remembered. As she did so, a fascinating change took place all around her: the tones that were constantly hovering pleasantly in the back of her mind began to harmonize in a new, very distinct combination, and the color patterns swimming around her became strangely ordered. The new state of her surroundings seemed to imprint itself on her mind as she focused on the euphoria and emotional bliss of her orgasm.
“Now,” she heard Dr. Carson’s soothing voice begin, “You can begin to let go of the memory, Corrine. Return your focus to the sound of my voice.”
Doing as she was asked, Corrine’s excitement deescalated back to the calm pleasure she’d felt before, and the state she’d just been imprinted with receded to the same amorphous, weightless drifting of color and sound she’d grown accustomed to.
“Now we are going to try some exercises, Corrine,” Dr. Carson said. “It should be very pleasant for you. Just relax your mind, and follow my instructions as best you can. Are you ready?”
“Yes, of course,” said Corrine, feeling open to any suggestion.
“Raise your right arm, Corrine,” said Dr. Carson.
Corrine, still aware of her body, did as she was told. As she did so, the imprint state immediately returned around her, and suddenly she was filled with the euphoria of her loving orgasm. It only lasted a few seconds, though, before subsiding, as did the imprint state.
“Now place both your hands on your shoulders, across your chest.”
Corrine followed instruction again, with the same brief result. She found herself eagerly waiting for the next directive almost immediately.
“Now place your hands on your lap.”
There was no shift in the nature of Corrine’s surroundings this time. Yet she followed the instruction with great eagerness, and found herself engulfed by the warm, ecstatic glow of her climactic memory again.
“How do you feel when you follow these instructions, Corrine?” asked Dr. Carson.
“I feel…” Corrine had a very difficult time explaining it, but she knew she must be honest. “I feel so happy,” was all she could settle on.
“That’s very, very good, Corrine. You’re doing an incredible job. I’m really pleased with you.” As Dr. Carson said these words, the imprint state arose again, and Corrine was again filled with mental and emotional pleasure.
“Thank you, Dr. Carson,” she said, stumbling a little over the words.
As Corrine’s feelings returned to normal again, she found herself almost immediately wondering what new instructions she could follow to gain even more of this incredibly pleasant approval. She did not have to wait long to find out.
“Now, I want you to focus on another memory for me,” Dr. Carson said. “I want you to think back to the last time you masturbated and thought about someone other than your boyfriend. Do you remember when that was?”
“Yes,” said Corrine. Something about this instruction sent chills up her back, but she also felt incredibly eager to fulfill the task given to her. “It was Thursday.”
“Who did you think about when you touched yourself that day?”
“I thought about the man who helped me when I went to register for classes.”
“Why him?”
“He was attractive, and I…” Corrine had to think hard to explain it further, but she knew she had to give the most honest answer she possibly could in order to continue to please Dr. Carson. “I thought that since he was older, he might do different things to me than my boyfriend does, because he’d be more experienced. He seemed sort of expert about everything.”
“And did you bring yourself to orgasm thinking about him?”
“Yes.”
“Very good, Corrine. You’re doing an excellent job.”
Corrine felt the thrill she was looking for rushing through her mind and body again.
“Now, I want you to think back on everything you imagined this man doing to you as you touched yourself. Recall the memory as vividly as you can.”
Corrine naturally felt herself aroused again as she remembered her fantasy from days ago. In it, the man she was with fucked her hard and almost animalistically. He stared into her eyes with a look she imagined men must get sometimes but that she’d never seen from Brian; it was a look of pure lust, pure desire for her. She imagined him pulling her hair, spanking her, placing his fingers in her mouth, and even around her neck.
Before she realized it, the imprint state returned all around her, and she felt the overwhelming waves of pleasure that came with her memory of her orgasm.
“Are you thinking about him fucking you, Corrine?” asked Dr. Carson.
“Yes.” Corrine struggled to get the word out, as her breath was caught up by the intensity of her arousal.
“And you remember coming to orgasm as well, don’t you?”
“Yes.” Corrine almost giggled, smiling broadly as she said the word again.
“Now we are going to pick up the pace of our exercises,” Dr. Carson informed her. “Stay with me, Corrine, and focus as hard as you can. Remember having sex with your boyfriend.”
Corrine felt Dr. Carson’s hand on her left shoulder as he said this, and the intense colors and beautiful harmonies of the imprint state receded all around her. The colors and tones dulled, and while not unpleasant, they lulled her back into a drifting, aimless sense of euphoria. She could still remember having sex with Brian, but felt nothing but a complacent readiness for more instruction.
“Now remember your fantasy from Thursday,” Dr. Carson instructed, and she felt his touch leave her left shoulder and find her right.
Instantly the imprint state returned, and Corrine felt her entire being heat up. She smiled again. She remembered orgasming intensely as she imagined this man she’d only just met taking total control of her body.
“Again.” Dr. Carson’s touch changed shoulders and Corrine felt a tinge of disappointment as her excitement and arousal were again stripped away. She sat in that state for a few seconds that felt like an eternity before he switched shoulders, this time without speaking, and everything about Corrine’s world again lit up with sexual energy.
At last, Dr. Carson removed his fingers from her skin and did not touch her again, and this time the sounds and colors enveloping her receded more gradually. She waited patiently for her next instruction, unable to think of anything but to wonder what it would be.
“You’re still doing very well, Corrine,” Dr. Carson said, giving her another light wave of pleasure. “Now tell me, when you remember touching yourself on Thursday, how was your orgasm?”
“It was incredible,” Corrine said. She found herself wondering when she would get to repeat it.
“And when you remember having sex with your boyfriend Saturday, do you recall having an orgasm?”
Corrine was startled, then, as she ran through the memory in her mind, to discover that she could not recall such a thing. She was sure that he *had* made her climax, but there was nothing in her feelings about the event to indicate it had carried any such excitement. She loved Brian, and she felt that love, but she could not recall any form of sexual arousal associated with the event.
“Well, I…” she was not entirely ready to let go of the idea that it had been there.
“Think very hard, Corrine,” said Dr. Carson. “If you’d orgasmed, you’d easily remember it, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes,” Corrine said. She could not deny that there was an inescapable logic to everything that Dr. Carson said. She contemplated trying to think of a way it might not be true for a moment, but such contemplation seemed impossible.
“So your boyfriend didn’t make you cum, did he?”
“No,” Corrine said. The idea was beginning to solidify itself in her mind, and she felt some disappointment at acknowledging it, though she was still in a state of peaceful euphoria.
“We really need to examine this event in your life, Corrine,” Dr. Carson said. “It’s very important.”
His voice was smooth, low, and comforting, and carried the weight of authority. “Yes,” said Corrine.
“Now you must think carefully about this. You and your boyfriend have been together for many years. You have had sex many times. By now, your boyfriend should definitely be able to make you cum if it’s possible, shouldn’t he?”
“Yes,” said Corrine. She could only see the professor’s words as being perfectly logical. Floating amidst the pleasant but constantly changing landscape of sensation she was in, her mind could not begin to formulate any contradicting ideas.
“So if that’s the case, and he didn’t make you cum, the only logical conclusion is that he cannot do it. Isn’t that right, Corrine?”
“Yes.” Corrine felt some emotional resistance to this idea, but when she tried to think about it, her thoughts were scattered.
“We must be very clear,” said Dr. Carson. “What did we just conclude?”
“That… if my boyfriend could not make me cum by now, it means he cannot do it,” Corrine repeated. As she spoke the words, the flowing patterns around her became somewhat more orderly, allowing her thoughts to focus on what she was saying.
“And was he able to make you cum?”
“No.”
“So what does that mean?”
“He can’t make me cum.”
“Everything seems very clear now, doesn’t it, Corrine?”
“Yes.” This was true. Corrine’s thoughts on this matter had become very clear, despite a lingering sense of disappointment about it.
“You were very confused before, but thanks to our therapy session, you are really beginning to understand the problems in your sex life. This is very good progress we’re making, Corrine. How does it make you feel that your boyfriend cannot make you cum?”
“Sad.”
“That’s very understandable. You want to have an orgasm during sex very badly, don’t you?”
“Yes.” Corrine remembered, as she said this, the overwhelmingly pleasant state she associated with her memory of bringing herself to orgasm days ago while fantasizing about a stranger.
“I want you to think about how much you want it, Corrine. Focus in on that desire and think of nothing else.”
Corrine did so, and felt a burning urge welling up in the pit of her stomach and between her legs. As she thought, the intensity of the sounds and colors began to increase all around her again, but this time without changing in nature. The colors simply became more vivid, and the tones grew in presence within her mind. It was a slow, deep escalation process, and with it the sensation of desire corrine felt was beginning to intensify.
“You must really come to understand your emotions, Corrine,” Dr. Carson said. His voice was soothing, yet the intensity of her desire continued to creep upward. “We must work these issues out. Tell me about what it is you want.”
“I…” Corrine was not the kind of girl who was used to speaking openly about her sexual desires, and here, feeling those desires as intensely as she did, she was nervous to say what was coming to her mind, even in her current mental state. But she knew, even as she could not focus on much else she knew, that she must answer all questions put to her with total honesty. “I just want a man to fuck me so well that I cum,” she said. The words felt strange, alien, filthy, and yet somehow exhilirating as they left her mouth.
“And your boyfriend can’t do that for you, can he?”
“No.” Corrine groaned slightly as she said the word.
“So your fantasy from Thursday, when you touched yourself. That’s what you want?”
“Yes.” Corrine was surprised at her own certainty as she said this. She remembered the intensity of her fantasy and the orgasm she associated with it. All she wanted, in that moment, was for it to come true.
“This desire is totally natural, Corrine. You can embrace that desire. Say it again, what you want. Let yourself get it out in the open.”
“I want men to fuck me,” Corrine said. She suddenly began to smile as she spoke. There was nothing stopping her. “I want them to make me cum. I want them to do what my boyfriend can’t.”
“Acknowledge everything you want, Corrine. What you want would be cheating on your boyfriend, wouldn’t it?”
“Yes…” Corrine again felt discomfort, having heard the word *cheating*, but the escalation of the stimulation around her and her desires did not let up.
“So do you want to cheat on your boyfriend, Corrine?”
With an enormous, capitulating breath, she said, “Yes.”
“We’ve got to work out your feelings, Corrine. Tell me exactly what it is you want.”
“I want to cheat on my boyfriend.”
“Say it again.”
Corrine’s volume rose. “I want to cheat on my boyfriend with guys who make me cum,” she blurted out.
“Just go on,” said Dr. Carson. “Let yourself go, and speak out everything you desire.”
“I want them to fuck me hard, and grab me, and push me and pull me.”
“That’s good, Corrine. You’re doing so, so well. I’m so incredibly pleased with you.”
Corrine had been so overwhelmed by her desire overload that she’d momentarily forgotten the desire to be given Dr. Carson’s approval, and now that sense of gratification came rushing back into her mind and through her body, even as she continued to think about the ever-intensifying desires she’d begun to uncover in herself. She wanted more of it. “I want as much of it as I can get,” she said. “I want to cheat on my boyfriend every day if I can. More than once a day. With as many guys as I can. I want as many orgasms as I can get. I want them to just take control of me…”
As the intensity of everything around her hit a crescendo, so too did Corrine’s desire, and Dr. Carson continued to reward her with approval. Then, all at once, everything around Corrine dropped – the colors were again muted and subdued, the sense of movement was slow, the tones were mild and calming. Corrine felt her heartbeat return to normal, but as it did so, the thought remained in her head: I want to cheat on Brian. I want it so, so fucking bad.
“You’ve exceeded my expectations in every way during this session, Corrine,” Dr. Carson said.
She smiled, and sighed contentedly. “Thank you, Dr. Carson,” she said. “I’m really glad I didn’t disappoint you.”
“We will need to have many more sessions,” Dr. Carson continued. “You are doing important work here with me, for our research together. You would like to do more sessions, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes. I would like that very much.”
“Very good, Corrine. We are now going to begin to end the program. Just relax, and think about everything you’ve learned during our session today.”
Corrine found it easy to relax and let herself drift aimlessly in the stimulation all around her, contemplating her newly realized desire to cheat on Brian and what it meant about her. She lost track of time, and when she suddenly became aware that she was staring at a blank monitor and the headphones had been removed, she could not tell how long she’d been out of the program. She blinked, looked all around, and finally back up at Dr. Carson.
“Well, how was it?” he asked.
Corrine thought for a moment. She did recall the sensation of being in the program, but it was an incredibly slippery memory. It felt very pleasant, and was unlike anything she’d ever experienced, but she also had the sense that something had actually transpired while she was engaged in it. She simply had no actual memories of anything, only vague feelings.
“I mean, I think it was cool,” she said. “It’s hard to remember exactly what it was like, but I know it was very relaxing and… different.”
Dr. Carson nodded. “That’s very typical of the way that patients respond. I’m sure you’ll have a little better of an idea after our next session, too.”
Corrine nodded. “Oh, yes,” she said. “Yes, I guess so.”
“So, we’re on for Wednesday, after class, right?” Dr. Carson was beginning to pick up his things.
“Right,” said Corrine. She couldn’t remember agreeing to this previously, or to more sessions at all, and yet it somehow made so much sense when Dr. Carson said it that she felt she simply must have.
“Well, stand up, and I’ll escort you out of the building, Corrine,” said Dr. Carson.
Upon receiving this instruction, Corrine found herself deeply eager to heed it, and an immense wave of satisfaction and pleasure ran through her mind as she did it. She did not really undertand the sensation, but found herself wanting to experience it again, and hoping Dr. Carson would tell her to do something else.
As she followed him out of his office, though, she also remembered to check her phone. Over an hour had passed, and she had a text from Brian.
Brian:
“must be taking a while! dinner will be ready when u get home.”
The message was accompanied by a photo of his cooking. She smiled, softly, and began to text back.
God, I love him, she thought. But I want to cheat on him so fucking bad.
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If you enjoyed this and want to read Part 2, comments are especially encouraging to me to post more. Thanks for taking the time to read.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/9cmgrh/corrupting_corrine_part_1_mf_mctrl_cheat
Hot, love it, more please…
Felt like I was being hypnotized as well! Loved it!