At the Therapist
"What do you mean there's nothing you can do!" exclaimed an exasperated Michael on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
It had been a long road in finding a therapist Michael could trust to open up to with the hope that what Jane had done could be reversed. The embarrassment of trying to explain the ridiculous situation that he had been turned into an unwilling slave to giving oral sex was as unbelievable as it was unbearable.
While the idea that a cheesy porn plot could happen in real life might seem appealing to some, the realities of it were absolutely maddening to Michael. Initially he thought finding a male doctor would be easier, but during those appointments, when it came time to mention the issue, he would freeze up and chicken out. Telling another man felt too emasculating to him. After a few failed sessions, Michael finally asked for a recommendation for a female therapist and that was how he found Dr. Lang.
Dr. Lang was an attractive woman with a very professional, no nonsense look to her. With her straight shoulder length brown hair framing her face behind tight round rimmed glasses, the presence from her chair was more science and authority than it was nurturing. From the moment Michael confessed his condition to her, Dr. Lang was strictly professional around his situation in a way that put Michael at ease, albeit a little unnerved with how cold she could be at times. A perfect example was how she dashed Michael's hopes with her statement, which landed like a punch to his gut for his desire to have a normal life again.
Like a true professional, Dr. Lang straightened her glasses on her face and calmly explained, "I spent time researching your issue, and I'm quite convinced that I could no more undo the 'conditioning' Jane inflicted on you than you could put the toothpaste back in the tube. What you need to understand is your ex wife didn't change who you really are deep inside. At a fundamental level, you aren't doing anything you really wouldn't be willing to do already. The hypnosis selectively removed mental blocks in your prefrontal cortex that allowed deeper desires to come out to the surface. And that's the problem. You've spent your entire life developing those blocks that help adults from just acting on their urges, and once removed, they become impossible to reinstate."
"To put it bluntly, deep down, you can't help yourself when it comes to providing oral sex to a woman on demand, and you'll be that way for the rest of your life," she said while Michael buried his face in his hands, trembling as he processed it all.
"So what do I do now? I can't live like this?" he welp quietly.
A Confrontation After Coffee
"Jane, what the fuck did you do to me?!" Michael said as he returned home from his coffee meeting with Clara, "I just had the most confusing conversation with Clara, and while she wouldn't tell me everything, she gave me enough hints that something isn't right and you have something to do with it."
Jane, unprepared for this confrontation, asked wide eyed, "Whatever are you talking about?"
"You know exactly what I'm talking about!" exclaimed Michael. "How did I end up in a five-some with your friends, and all I did was lick their pussies!"
"Oh, that," said Jane softly, completely unprepared for this moment of transparency with her husband. His conditioning had worked so flawlessly for so long that Jane realized in that moment that she hadn't ever really thought of this consequence confronting her. A wheel of possible replies spun around in her mind as she pondered what to say next. It seemed so innocent in the beginning that admitting it and asking for his forgiveness seemed unnecessarily extreme. Explaining her side of why she did it seemed too vulnerable for her comfort, but trying to dismiss it by a denial seemed unlikely to work. But then she thought about the word dismiss and in that moment, she felt she knew what to say next.
"Oh that," she repeated with a girlish grin, "I just wanted to spice up our sex life, and since you claimed to like licking my pussy and I didn't think you did it enough, I used hypnosis on you to see what that would do. It's really not a big deal and I really don't think it's worth getting so upset over."
Michael looked stunned at how easily his wife of so many years just admitted to messing with his brain and so nonchalantly suggesting it was a harmless thing to have done. "How the fuck is this okay?" he asked her, "Undo it Jane. Whatever the fuck you did, undo it now," he demanded, his voice tightening in anger.
"Don't fucking take that tone with me Michael," Jane reacted defensively. "As it so happens, the store where I bought the file from didn't offer anything to reverse the effects. And honestly, I'm as surprised as you are that it worked in the first place."
"That it worked in the first place!?" Michael exclaimed, "What is wrong with you? What am I, a toy to you? A slave?"
Jane keyed into the term toy. Yes, she had reduced her husband to a toy in some respects, and she has been enjoying all of it since it started. Thinking about it that way, her toy was talking back to her, and that's not how toys were supposed to behave. Jane had an idea for how to end this argument and started to unbutton her jeans.
"What the fuck are you doing Jane?" Michael asked as Jane pulled her pants and panties to her feet before stepping out of them and sitting on the couch with her legs spread, her pussy on display, aimed straight at her husband. Sensing he knew what was about to occur, he turned to leave the room, but before he could get anywhere away from earshot, he heard Jane say firmly, "You know what Michael, I'm not in the mood to go round and round with you about this. So instead of yelling at me, why don't you use your mouth for better purposes and lick my pussy now."
Michael, unable to resist, turned and slowly approached Jane and fell to his knees to orally service her.
As he started to masterfully lick her, Jane ran her fingers through his hair and pulled his face into her pussy and said between moans, "See, isn't that better. You really do enjoy doing this. You love being my tongue toy."
If Michael had tried to protest her words, no one would have heard him with his face pressed against her pussy. Either way, all that was heard was a moan.
"Oh fuck, stay right there, suck on my clit," Jane exclaimed as her impending orgasm approached, her hips bucking against his face. In that moment of ecstasy, as an extremely powerful orgasm washed over her, Jane felt absolved of all guilt. "What's done is done," she thought before remembering Tammy's earlier discovery about him. High on the pleasures of the moment, Jane pushed Michael's head south to see if Tammy's discovery was truly real.
