Deny Your Addiction

Snow fell gently outside the window, increasing the wintry blanket already covering the frozen ground. Along with the roaring fireplace on the left of the room, it made the place feel almost cozy. Almost. Knowing he would likely be spending the next several months in this house, somewhat involuntarily, managed to seep away all of the fire's warmth.

Paul looked across the cherry coffee table, laden with a platter of cookies and a pot of steaming tea, at Sylvia, the proprietor of this house and his hostess.

Or captor?

Of course, she looked harmless enough. Fit, if not skinny, perhaps mid-forties, a kindly expression on her still-pretty face. Behind the gentle smile, though, Paul could sense something else. A quiet authority, and a confident assurance that she had all the power here.

And of course, she does.

"Would you like a cup of tea, Mr. Reynolds? Please, help yourself. To the cookies, as well," saying this, she poured herself a small cup, spooning bit of honey into it. She took a small sip, closing her eyes a moment as if savoring it, and then placed the cup and saucer back on the table. She turned to the folder in her lap. Paul noticed the rehab's slogan, "Deny your Addiction", printed on the front.

"So, down to business then, hmm? Three rehabs, was it? That's an... impressive... record."

She looked over at Paul expectantly, one eyebrow raised in query.

"Uh, yes... ma'am. I suppose... this isn't my first rodeo."

"Hmm. Well, I think you'll find our... rodeo... may be different from the others you've experienced. But you already know this, yes? I suspect, it's why you're here?"

I'd best just be up front and sincere.

"I... yes. In truth, ma'am, I'm at the end of my rope. I can't keep a job... my marriage is in shambles, and as hard as I've tried, at

three

different facilities, I keep falling back into the addictions. This is in so many ways my last chance. Failing this, I know my divorce will be finalized, I'll lose the kids, and I'll probably end up in prison. Like my wife, the courts aren't going to give me any more chances. Can you... help me? I'm... desperate." Paul couldn't keep his voice from choking up, and he felt tears welling up in his eyes.

"Hmm, desperation. That word is in many ways the key to beating any addiction. I suspect you don't fully understand it. Not yet." She paused to take a sip of tea. "I appreciate you telling me all of this. I think you'll find that honesty is definitely the best policy, and the fastest road to recovery. What is the latest version, hmm? The oxy?"

"Y...yes, ma'am. Well... no... when I couldn't get a hold of that any more... I turned to the next closest thing."

"Ah yes, heroine. And before that?"

"Alcohol. And gambling."

"Mmm. Quite a laundry list."

Paul felt his cheeks reddening, and he looked down at the shaggy carpet. "It... is."

"The good news, Mr. Reynolds, is that the key to overcoming any addiction is the same. My methods are unusual, and at times unpleasant, but they are 100% effective. If I accept you as a patient, in a few months (on average) you could walk out of here a free man. Free from substance abuse, free from crippling addiction, free from shame and self-hatred. Free to pursue your marriage, your children, your career. Your life."

Tears once again came, unbidden. "That... that sounds amazing, ma'am."

Sylvia's voice hardened as her face took on a very serious expression. "Before I go into any details, I must remind you of the NDA that you signed. I take this extremely seriously. If you speak of any details of my treatment or of the personal information of anyone here to anyone outside these walls, I have a team of lawyers ready to sue you into oblivion. Is that understood?"

Paul gulped. "Yes, ma'am."

"Very good. Now, I won't lie to you, Mr. Reynolds. Treatment here is a hard road. You will find some of your time here to be quite possibly the most difficult you've ever experienced. You will, perhaps, also find a great deal of pleasure. But along with it, true desperation and longing."

Paul felt his heart beating faster. "I don't know that it could get any more difficult than being alone in a prison cell with no family or friends left."

"I'm sure, in some ways, that is true. You were told that becoming my patient has a series of restrictions, yes? Once you sign the paperwork, you will not leave this house until I see fit to release you. I will not do so until I am confident you are fully recovered. You will be, temporarily of course, giving up your freedom. You will also not have contact with the outside world. You will need to surrender your phone and any other electronic devices."

Paul nodded.

Doesn't sound so different from the other places, so far.

"You will also be surrendering yourself sexually."

Paul felt sweat gathering on this forehead and back. "Sexually?" He'd heard vague stories, of course. This woman's techniques involved far more than just group discussions and meditation. He couldn't decide if he was more excited or afraid at the prospect.

"Yes, Mr. Reynolds. You will not be forced to have sex with anyone with whom you do not consent, of course. But you will lose your sexual autonomy. I will be in control of your body and your ability to orgasm." Sylvia's dark eyes swept down to land quite obviously at Paul's pants. "You will also be part of certain therapies involving other patients. You have marked your sexual preferences and boundaries on this paperwork, and I will follow them quite closely. And you, of course, can choose not to consent to any contact with other patients. However, a great deal of this program is making you as aroused as possible, rarely with much satisfaction, and certain interactions between patients can be very effective. I will choose what, if anything, you are permitted to wear. And what stimulation, if any, you are permitted to have. Are you able to accept those terms?"

Paul thought about it. It was a bit terrifying, the prospect of not being in control of his own body. For months. But, in truth, he'd already lost control of his body for longer than that. The drive to satisfy his addictions was already in control.

It's not as if I have any other options.

"I... I can."

"I'm not here to trick you, Mr. Reynolds. I want you to make this decision entirely of your own volition, with full knowledge of what you are accepting. Therefore, I will demonstrate to you some of the treatment you may expect to experience here. Though, hopefully, not this exact treatment."

She turned around towards a closed door at the back of the room. "Thea? Come in here, please."

"Yes, Mistress," Paul heard a soft voice reply. The door opened, and a woman walked slowly into the room. Paul's mouth dropped open, and his eyes threatened to pop out of their sockets. The woman who walked in looked to be in her early thirties, relatively fit, with brown hair, and a very pretty face. She was also, almost entirely, naked. The bare nipples of her pale, sizeable breasts looked as hard as any Paul had ever seen. The only adornment on her entire body was what Paul soon realized was a chastity belt. He'd heard of those, of course. But he couldn't recall ever seeing one before. She took short, trembling steps with her shapely legs, as if the effort to walk was great. Her face was dark scarlet as she glanced Paul's way. Paul felt his pants becoming quite confining as his dick stiffened in response to this new visitor. It was then that it hit him. She smelled entirely of sex. He noticed wetness between her thighs, slowly dripping to the floor below.

"Ah, thank you, Thea. Could you please explain to our prospective patient here, your current predicament?"

Thea's eyes threatened to bore holes in the floor in front of her as she obediently answered. "I, uh, well I have this... chastity belt on. And it... has sensors... and a vibrator... and a... dildo... inside me."

Sylvia looked on impatiently. "Yes, yes. And what is it doing to you?"

"It's... driving me insane," the girl said, almost under her breath.

"Thea. You know that's not what I meant. Don't give me reason to add on to your sentence," Sylvia didn't raise her voice in the least, and yet something in her tone and manner made Thea almost jump.

"Uh, yes, mistress... sorry mistress. It vibrates and drives me close to an orgasm... and then stops before I can achieve one. If I get too close it... zaps... me. Then it starts over. Over... and over... all day... with only pauses for sleep and short breaks. Like right now."

"And how long have you been undergoing this... treatment?"

"It will be one week tonight, mistress."

"Thank you, Thea. And could you tell our new friend here, why you've spent the last week tortured with such intense, constant arousal and denial?"

Thea's face turned an even darker shade of red. "I... well... I came... without permission."

Sylvia looked back at Paul. "That is the number one rule here. No one cums unless I give them permission to do so. Doing so jeopardizes everything we are working to achieve. It will likely also extend Thea's time here with us."

Thea let out a squeak, and then clutched on to a nearby bookcase to support her weight. Her legs began to shake as she whimpered. Paul could hear, very slightly, the sound of a vibrator. She began moaning, obviously attempting to suppress it, but unable to do so.

Sylvia smiled at Paul. "I guess break time is over. What you are seeing is quite on the extreme end of what you might expect here. Dear Thea would not have experienced this if not for her disobedience."

Paul found himself speechless. He felt embarrassed for Thea, a little afraid for himself, and also extremely turned on by watching a beautiful woman so aroused and yet denied from satisfaction.

"Not sure what to say? A bit... shocking? That's ok, Cedric."

Paul looked at Sylvia, his head tilting to the side. "Um, Cedric?"

"I give each patient here a new name for their time here. This is to protect everyone's identity. What happens within these walls, stays within these walls. Is that clear?"

"Uh... yes, ma'am."

Thea let out a yelp and Paul heard the vibrator turn off. She obviously struggled to stay on her feet as a look of intense frustration lit her face. She looked to Sylvia imploringly. "Please, mistress. Please let me cum. I don't know... how much longer I can take this," she begged, her voice filled with such desire that it made Paul's dick throb.

"No, Thea. You will endure your punishment. I will consider stopping it once you've reached a week, but we will see. I will need to be confident you have learned your lesson. Perhaps another week would reinforce it?"

Tears entered Thea's eyes. "Oh, no... mistress... please... I couldn't take another week. Please... I'll do anything. I'm so sorry I came without permission. I'll never do it again!"

"As I said, I will consider," She turned back to Paul. "Also, you can call me 'mistress'. You will call me 'mistress', should you choose to stay with us. Now, before I accept you as a patient, there is one final... demonstration. To make certain you know what you are getting into. Are you still... on board?"

Paul, now Cedric, glanced over at Thea's trembling body. His felt his cock throb in his pants. He didn't have to consider long. "Yes... mistress."

"Good. You can take off your clothes, then."

Paul hesitated at that. "My... clothes?"

"Why, yes. After watching dear Thea, you certainly didn't think you'd be keeping them on for long, did you? Now." Sylvia's last word brooked no argument, and Paul found himself following her instructions almost involuntarily.

He peeled off his t-shirt and pulled off his pants. He looked up at Sylvia, and seeing her expectant expression, removed his underwear as well. He could feel Thea's eyes glued to him. He might not have been a bodybuilder, but he knew he was in decent shape. He also knew his cock was possibly the hardest it had ever been in his life. It stood up at attention.

"Very good, thank you, Cedric. Is it ok if I touch you?"

"Uh... yes, mistress."

Sylvia's eyes slowly traced every inch of Paul's body. "I will not ask this again. If at any time you wish to refuse my touch, or anyone else's, please speak up. Just know that doing so may harm the effectiveness of the program and extend your stay."

"I... understand."

"Lay back on the couch, Cedric. Your head that way."

Paul complied, as Sylvia knelt down beside him. She brushed one hand along his chest with a light, almost tickling touch, slowly lowering it to his belly. Her hand was incredibly soft.

"You can watch Thea, if you like. And Thea, why don't you come closer and give each other a better view?"

Thea was whimpering again, the belt obviously back to stimulating her. She struggled to take the few steps over to the couch. "Cedric, lift up your legs. Why don't you sit here, underneath Cedric's bottom. Then you'll have a very good view."

Feeling Thea's naked body slide along underneath him and then his ass pressed down onto her lap was extremely arousing. He could feel the vibrations coming from the belt, and the sticky slickness that her pussy had been producing on her legs. She moaned as her body swayed underneath him. He couldn't help but imagine that belt being gone, and Thea instead riding his cock. From the look on Thea's face, he surmised he wasn't the only one imagining it.

"Would you like to help, Thea? You can play with his balls," Sylvia told her, looking Paul in the eyes. "His cock belongs to me. Cedric, if you would like, Thea would likely not mind a breast massage."

Paul didn't need to be told twice. His hands flew to Thea's large breasts. They felt firm and full, and the nipples were like rocks. As he ran his hands over them, Thea's eyes rolled back in her head. Moments later, Paul heard a zap and Thea yelped and whimpered.

Sylvia's hands continued their torturously slow progression down towards Paul's straining cock. Thea's hand teased and scratched his balls, only increasing his ardor. He longed to have Sylvia touch him. "Please... mistress. Please touch me."

"Why, Cedric, I am! How silly. Now be quiet. I don't like to be rushed."

Paul bucked his hips as Sylvia's hands traced around his dick without touching it. He heard Thea whimper more from the movement. Then he heard her vibrator kick in again and her corresponding moans. Paul was certain he'd never been so turned on. He hoped Sylvia would make him cum soon.

Finally, Sylvia's hands reached Paul's waiting dick. Her fingertips trailed up and down lightly, yet were somehow the most intense sensations that Paul had ever felt. When she finally applied some lube and then wrapped one hand, lightly, around his dick and began stroking up and down, he knew he wasn't going to last long. But he found that she was avoiding his head, only stroking up and down the shaft. It seemed more than he could take. "Please... mistress... please."

"Please, what, Cedric? I told you... I don't like being rushed. I like to take my time. You are new here, so I won't penalize you, yet. But you have been warned."

She continued to lightly stroke his shaft, and then her grip firmed up. She squeezed his length, up and down, providing more sensation, yet none on the head that mushroomed out at the top. His tip glistened with precum, and he moved his hips again trying to get the touch he longed for.

"Tsk tsk. None of that now. I can see I will need to tie you down quite securely for our sessions. Thea, dear, could you grab his balls and pull them down? I don't want him moving upwards anymore."

Thea was obviously nearing an edge, and struggled to comply with a shaking hand. Paul felt her hand clamp down on his balls, squeezing almost painfully as her body shuddered with the closeness of an orgasm. Then the vibrations stopped, and Thea let out a frustrated cry. "Fuck!"

Paul couldn't help but nearly convulse, trying to force his hips to fuck Sylvia's soft hand. His balls hurt as he pushed upwards against Thea's hand, which seemed to clamp down as she rode the waves of frustration from being denied. Then he felt the vibrator come back on, and Thea gasped.

He overcame her grip, and his hips shot upward.

Paul looked at Sylvia's normally impassive face, now with a look of annoyance. "Thea! I gave you one job to do." She released Paul's dick, which flopped around of its own volition. She moved Paul's hands aside and pinched Thea's nipples, hard.

Thea yelped again, but her eyes rolling back told Paul that she enjoyed the rough touch on some level as well. Sylvia twisted her hands, and Thea's grip on Paul's balls became more painfully tight. "Ouch!"

"Do a better job, or I shall have to fetch some clamps. Here, move one of your legs on top of him, that should help."

Paul felt Thea's right leg move on top of him. Being in between her legs was even more tantalizing. He wished that belt wasn't there.

"Now, where were we?" Sylvia continued her torturous strokes, while the combination of Thea's leg and her hand clamped on his balls were sufficient to hold him in place. Some minutes later, she softened her grip, and brought her hand slowly up over his head.

Paul gasped and moaned loudly. "Oh? Is that what you were waiting for, Cedric? A little stimulation on that needy head? Hmm, I bet you won't last long, now."

Paul silently agreed, his breathing increasing as his eyes closed and one hand clasped tightly onto Thea's breast.

So close. So close. Just a little more.

Just when he knew he was going to cum, Sylvia withdrew her hand.

"What? No! Fuck! I was so close! Please... mistress..." Paul blabbered on, wanting so much to be pushed over that edge.

Thea must have enjoyed his frustration in turn, because Paul heard a yelp and the vibration stopped. Only seconds later, though, it started back up. Thea's head was back against the couch, her eyes clamped shut, involuntary moans escaping her lips.

Paul had a hard time believing this girl had survived nearly a week of this treatment. He didn't think he could stand many more minutes of it.

"This is a feeling you will become very accustomed to, should you choose to stay with us. As I said, I want you to make sure you know what you're getting into. However, perhaps notice if you're feeling much craving for your addiction? I suspect the needs of your cock are outweighing those other needs."

Paul realized she was right. For the first time in ages, he didn't even feel that craving in the back of his mind. But it would come back, he knew. Especially with withdrawal.

"Don't worry, Cedric. We have the appropriate substances to wean you off your addiction. You won't be expected to go "cold turkey", here. Well, not with your habit, anyway."

Can she read minds?

She chuckled, and then her hand closed back over his throbbing dick. He moaned, trying to buck his hips again, but held fast by Thea.

"Yes... give me your frustration... your desire... your desperation. And with it, we will defeat your addiction."

This continued for around ten more minutes, getting him close, stopping, and back again. Finally, Sylvia stopped, and stood up. She let Paul and Thea both get comfortable on the couch. Or as comfortable as Paul could be with a raging erection that begged to be satisfied. Thea was also still continually in the throes of near-orgasm, the associated crash as it was denied, and then the process being restarted only seconds later. One of her hands gripped his naked thigh, fingernails digging in painfully as she endured the torturous pleasure. Paul found he didn't mind much, however. He enjoyed Thea's touch as rough as it was. She looked so erotic, naked but for the belt, thighs covered in her own juices, head lolling back. Near-constant moaning escaped her lips and she smelled more of sex than anyone he'd ever been around.