[Part1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/w9f05o/a_therapist_discovering_his_patients_hidden/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)
*Hello there, come in.*
“Thank you.”
*Have a seat. It’s great to see you again! How have you been?*
You tell Doctor Zellner about your week, a few boring details mostly. Nothing important. Your nerves are firing, and you’re completely on edge. After your last session, you’ve been thinking about this non-stop and couldn’t be more excited but so so nervous. What’s going to happen this time? Will he find your video on your phone that you made for him? Then what?
*Well, after last week I believe I got a good grasp on your past and some of your needs. It’s clear your family is very important to you, and you feel a strong sense of responsibility to provide for them, which is wonderful. But you are also quick to feel guilt when you perceive that you’re letting down your husband and children.*
*I’d like to explore that some more today and possibly equip you with some tools to ease the stress and anxiety you’re experiencing. During this session, I will take steps to help you relax, which will last for some time. However, I also want to start to mold your subconscious and give you ways to trigger similar reactions without having to come in for a full session.*
*Alas, this process is difficult for many and requires an incredible level of trust. I only advise this method of treatment for you due to the exceptional ability to give into the process and submit to my suggestions that you displayed in our first session. Are you open to deeper hypnosis?*
You nod yes. Yes, deeper, please…
*I’m sorry, but I actually need to hear a verbal confirmation that you consent to this form of treatment.*
“Yes, of course, sorry. Yes please. You may proceed with me as you see fit, Doctor.” Fuck, why did that make you wet?
You take one last moment to think about the video of you on your phone. You’re lying on in your back completely nude with your legs spread wide open, your phone camera on the floor propped against the wall watching your fingers gliding effortlessly in and out of your dripping wet pussy. Your face in the background is scrunched in an expression that almost looks like pain but is clearly deep pleasure edging on overwhelming. You grab your phone in more of a selfie position as you the take your fingers out and eagerly suck all your juices off of them before the video ends. It’s not a long video but you felt so sexy doing it. Will he even see it? It’s not your fault if he does right? He’s a professional and you’re under hypnosis. Whatever he does is on him, not you. What will he do though? It’s out of your control now.
*Wonderful, then let’s begin. Please lie down. Close your eyes. Excellent. I’m going to countdown from 10…*
You open your eyes, and there he is again, a pleasant smile on his face as always. He looks cleanly dressed and very put-together. Maybe nothing happened? You smile back and sit up asking how it went. Again he tells you it went very well and asks how you feel.
You pause for a quick self-assessment. You try to think back and remember but am unable to conjure up any memories of the past hour. Good. That means it wasn’t you that did anything, and you can still be a faithful wife despite your deep desire to explore your sexual fantasies with others.
You feel great, though. All anxiety, all stress is gone. In fact, you almost feel a very mellow high that’s spread across your body, some places more than others.
“I feel really good actually. Thank you!”
*I’m so glad to help! Now I expect that feeling to fade over time, but over the next few days I have an assignment for you. I want you to be very intentional about identifying things that you do because you think it’s expected of you, especially things that add any level of burden to your life even if it’s small. Ask yourself if anyone has ever actually commented on you doing it by thanking you or complimenting you for doing it, or by questioning or scolding you for not doing it.*
*Once a day for a while, pick one of those things and just stop, even if it makes you uncomfortable. Expectations can create routine which we find comfortable in the short-term but may be damaging in the long-term. So try to identify and experiment with halting some behaviors. See what happens. I want you to give yourself space to do less and start to trim down your life to only the things you must do and the things you want to do.*
Hm, that’s different. You’ll have to ponder that, but you acquiesce to his request.
*Well if there’s nothing else, here are your things, and please stop by the front desk to schedule another appointment.*
He hands you your purse and your sandals. You don’t remember taking off your sandals, but you put them back on, say your goodbyes, and hurry out.
On your way home, you stop in the mall parking lot. You need to pick up a couple things anyways, but you really, really want to check your phone before you go home. You go to your secret album where the pics from last time were and where you stashed your video.
Sure enough, there were more videos. Oh god here we go…
—— You start watching the video ——
**You are lying on your side facing away with your head in the back of the couch. One leg is cocked and your ass and panties are clearly defined through your romper.**
**His voice:** *What’s wrong, why are you hiding?*
**You give your head a slight shake and make a small, whining noise like a petulant child. His hand reaches out and starts rubbing your hip, squeezing your ass, rubbing your inner thigh, his thumb pressing and rubbing against the space where your legs meet. You moan slightly shifting your legs.**
*You need to be touched don’t you? You want me to touch you.*
**”Yes please…” you whisper from your hidden face.**
*That’s a good girl.* **He rubs you some more, and the video finishes.**
——
You feel yourself breathing heavily watching the video, trembling slightly as you feel moisture leaking from between your legs. Your reach down to touch yourself looking around to see if anyone is wandering by in the back of this parking lot. You touch yourself through your clothes, but it feels wrong, too thin. You feel around to find that your panties are missing. Wtf. You look in your purse and they’re not there. They’re just gone. He must have taken them. But you’re wearing a romper which means you had to have taken it off at some point.
This makes you even wetter and you go to the next video:
——
**The phone is fairly close to your face, and a thick cock is fucking your mouth. Your eyes are open but half closed like you’re falling asleep. It is your face, but you don’t look like you’re quite mentally present. The camera pulls back as the long cock slides out of your mouth to reveal you sitting on the couch with your romper pulled down around your waist with your bra lying on the couch beside you. You are half naked with your breasts out and a dazed look on your face seemingly unaware of the saliva dripping down your chin.**
**As Dr. Zellner pulls back, your sleepy face contracts into a frown clearly upset, and you drop to your knees and crawl towards the camera. He sat back in his chair, and you crawl to him. Your brows unfurl as the tension subsides leaving a placid, half-asleep expression on your face as you start sucking his cock again and moaning softly. Video ends.**
——
Seeing yourself in a video with a man’s cock in your mouth, a man that’s not your husband, is a lot to take in. You don’t remember. How could you not remember? And you look like you’re barely functioning mentally, but you clearly want it. You rewind to get a better look at his cock and you sucking it. It’s so fucking sexy, and his cock is blatantly bigger and prettier than your husband’s. You wish you could remember, but experiencing it this way will have to do.
You are clearly very turned on and need to get off now. Looking around the parking lot again, you pull your romper down exposing your bra, so you can really touch yourself. It feels wet. Very wet.
You pull your hand up and look at a thick whiteish substance coating your fingers. Sniffing it, you recognize the smell instantly. You put your fingers in your mouth savoring the salty, sweet flavor as you watch the last video.
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**You’re completely nude and prone on the floor. The camera angle really doesn’t show much except your bare back and Dr. Zellner’s hand pushing down on your head, your face covered by his hand and your hair. It’s clear he’s fucking you on the floor of his office – roughly. You whimper, and he breathes and grunts in rhythm with the movement of the camera. As his pace quickens, your whimpers progress into deeper moans. His breathing suddenly stops along with the camera’s movements before sharply shaking again as he releases a harsh exhale.**
**The camera pulls back to focus on your ass revealing that your body is also shaking and pulsing all over. You can see his long, thick cock slowly pull out of your quivering pussy. It’s very hard and flops up when it pops out of you sending drops of semen across your back. His hand reaches out to squeeze your ass. You watch as his cum spills out of your pussy, and the video ends.**
——
You’ve been sucking your fingers and rubbing your pussy while watching and are now so wet and so turned on. Your romper is down around your ankles and you’re openly masturbating in the parking lot. You push your fingers into your pussy and feel his cum oozing out around them. You can’t believe he fucked you. He fucked you without a condom and came inside you without consent or even the conscious ability to resist. No one has ever cum inside you before except your husband, and you’re not on birth control. He didn’t care about any of that. He used you like an object not an independent person, and it was fucking hot.
You watch and rewatch the videos while rubbing yourself and sucking his cum off your fingers barely believing this is real. You keep watching the dumb expression on your face with your barely conscious eyes as he fucks your mouth and how pathetic you looked crawling on the floor and drooling. Sooo needy for his cock.
Your orgasm builds and explodes out of you with unrestrained screams and uncontrollable shakes. Your legs squeeze together as it subsides, and then you go limp, completely spent. You look around once more to see if anyone is watching and am relieved to see you’re alone. Holy fuck, that was good. You come back to reality and start to get yourself together wiping down your seat with some glove box napkins and pulling your clothes back on.
You have always worn bras of course. You usually dress fairly conservatively and don’t want people to see your nipples. They’re not extreme or anything, but you are a mother and they do poke out. You usually judge other women for not wearing bras and think they look a little slutty or attention-seeking, and even though it makes you uncomfortable, you want to please Dr. Zellner and make him proud of you.
You take a selfie fully clothed trying to look cute for him, then another with your romper pulled down in just your bra, another with no bra and your breasts out, and a last one with your romper back on and your nipples poking through. You save them to your secret album so he’ll know how much of a good obedient girl you are trying to be. Then with a mixture of freedom tinged with some anxiety before leaving your car and walking into the store in just a romper.
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