Some routine hypnotic deepenings, and preparations for the next meeting. And some dreams to reinforce the instructions given.
Seven dreams, one for each day, until the next appointment. Each day, she would have an encounter with Kassia, who would be responsible for anchoring the submissive role in Clara. The narrative that I gave to her, in trance, would be brief, a sketch, of the dreams, and slight indications and sensations, that would take her to meet with Kassia, without fail. My assistant would polish each of these dreams so they played in Clara's mind the next night.
First encounter: The two of them would meet in Clara's apartment, having dinner as friends. Kassia might ask for a glass of water, and Clara as a good hostess would give it to her. Then Kassia could ask for a shoulder massage. Afterwards, a foot rub. Clara would please Kassia in each way she desired. Until at the end of the night, Clara would be masturbating while sniffing Kassia's old, torn and unwashed stockings.
First dream: Clara, in the first person, walks dizzily through the city, stumbling as she goes. She can not see anyone in particular. She catches a man in red pants, her knees collapse and she falls at the stranger's feet. She lowers his pants, and sucks his cock. The next four, six or eight hours of sleep, would consist of the stranger's hairy stomach oscillating in front of her face, while her mouth is full of cock. Upon awakening, she would be beset by a need to finger herself, to rise in good spirits. She might even, as I'd seen happen with other patients, repeatedly taste herself to fully experience her own arousal.
Second meeting: They would meet in a bar. While they enjoyed themselves, they would give each other dares. Clara would give Kassia simple ones, like chugging a glass of whole beer in one go, or licking her elbow. Kassia on the contrary would challenge her to, say, kiss a waitress, or dance shirtless on top of the table. Possibly they would get tossed out of the bar. To apologize, Clara would bid farewell to Kassia by eating her pussy.
Second dream: Alexa and Clara are driving in a car. They stop at a gas station to buy some snacks and gum. Clara gets out of the car, saying hello to the freckled, red-haired and emaciated youth behind the cash register.
"I left the money in the car, I'll be right back."
"Take the chewing gum. You can pay me later." The freckled redhead casually says to her.
The scene shifts, she is blowing his cock, in the broom closet. His Star Trek boxers are on the ground. Alexa calls from outside the closet, but Clara is too busy with the boy's cock.
The next day after awakening, any time she saw a male cashier, she would feel compelled to masterbate furiously in a public restroom after finishing her shopping.
Third meeting: In a public library, Clara has a vibrator in her pussy and Kassia the remote. She whispers sweet nothings in her ear while controlling Clara's pleasure. She will only let her come if she asks, calling her Mistress:
"Mistress, please, I need to come so badly."
All the while they take turns reading erotic poems. Clara to herself, and Kassia whispering in her ear.
When the library closed, they would move to Kassia's apartment, and Clara would give a manicure and pedicure to her and her roommate. While she did this, Kassia would treat her as a cheap, common manicurist.
Third dream: Clara and Alexa are dancing in a nightclub. Two tall men face them.
"You have a nice dress." Says one of them to Alexa.
"Get lost, nerd." Answers Alexa.
The men whisper among themselves, Clara sees them ripping a dollar bill in two.
"A blowjob. Half now. The other half later."
Clara wants to answer them, just like Alexa did, but her voice gets caught in her throat. She does not see their faces, she only sees the huge bulges protruding from their pants.
The thinner one casually slips the half a dollar into her cleavage. The other presses down on both her shoulders with his hands. Her legs give way. She touches the throbbing lumps. She unbuttons their pants, which yield by their own weight. Her mouth goes to the man on the right, and she palpates his balls while masturbating the other boy. She goes from one cock to the other until they ejaculate in her face and all down her dress.
She cleans the semen from her eyelids and watches as they spit roast Alexa.
The taller, heavier man deposits the other half of the bill between her breasts. Behind her something bumps up against her head gently, it is another bulge, of another stranger. Her butt rises, by instinct, the stranger lifts her skirt, lowers her panties and palpates Clara's pussy with rough, masculine fingers. Clara already knows what's coming, her pussy is wet and hot...but at that moment, she wakes up.
Clara acquires a fondness for letting her gaze linger on men's crotches for several seconds.
Fourth meeting: Clara just so happens to bump into Kassia on the street. They cross paths, again 'by chance', with a friend of Kassia's, who was another patient of mine in the past. Kassia shifts to conversing exclusively with this other woman, and Clara dares to vie for her attentions but gets shut down with a slap. After several such corrections, she suddenly finds herself on the floor, looking up with her tongue out, not understanding anymore what is being said. She has become a spittoon for Kassia and her friend. Her face is soon covered in saliva, and the friend has managed to get Clara to swallow a decent percentage with her excellent marksmanship.
Clara takes a taxi home, without wiping her face. Kassia and her friend continue on their way.
Clara masturbates, fantasizing about Kassia's friend.
Fourth dream: Clara is working in a fast food restaurant. Her uniform is uncomfortable, her skirt is extremely short, tight white stockings, narrow white shoes, but none so bad as her T-shirt, which makes each breath a precarious affair. The yellow shirt is basically painted on, making it impossible to wear a bra, however thin. Alexa works there as well, among all the women in the restaurant, and they trade around duties.
More mental images, of her working in her uncomfortable uniform. Sensations of sweat, heat and fatigue. Payday arrives, Clara must go to the superior's office to receive her cheque. The supervisor, a fat man, hands Clara the envelope.
She opens it, and says:
"Put down this paper and receive your payment."
Already he has his pants down, and Clara stares at his flaccid penis, contemplates it. A common cock, nothing special. She approaches him, feeling every step in her narrow shoes, kneels. She grabs the flaccid cock with her hands. She notices how tight the ribbon is in her hair. She fondles his cock, keeps fingering it, reluctantly. Soon it acquires form and rigidity. Then he ejaculates, a pathetic and premature effort. Goopy sperm on her hands, and a little on her lower lip.
The fat man wipes her hands, with a dirty handkerchief. Clara leaves the office, to meet Alexa at the exit.
"Was all the humiliation worth it?" Alexa asks.
In the following days, Alexa's question resonates in the mind of Clara, who is still working in that absurd place. But Clara can not get it out of her head, that image, the image of her boss ejaculating in her hands, her boss ejaculating on her hands, depositing semen on her skin. As she comes and goes, that image constantly invades all her thoughts. The cock swelling gradually in her hands. She delivers a hamburger, with potatoes and a soda. The veins of the stem sprouting. She buses the table of a mother and her son. The scrotum softening. She brings a hot dog to a workman.
Her nipples are stimulated by the pressure of the shirt, her pussy under those yellow panties (courtesy of the restaurant chain), is wet, wetter, wetter and wetter. Her legs shaking, the blood missing from her feet, from her uncomfortable stockings and shoes, seems to pool in her crotch. The sandwiches she was carrying for table four fall to the ground, and she falls beside them.
In ecstasy, orgasm after orgasm invades her body. That tight ribbon no longer seems so annoying, while moans come out of her mouth, she would like someone to grab her ponytail and pull her into the middle of an intense and dirty coition.
"Yes. Yes ... Yes! ... Oh, God. Yes!"
She answers for herself the question that Alexa had asked.
She wakes up wanting to fill her mouth with ejaculate.
Fifth encounter: Clara ignores what happened with Kassia the day before. Kassia invites her to a friend's house, the one from the previous meeting, who lives with her boyfriend. As the others talk, Clara recites verse of her own devise, extolling the virtues of Kassia and her body for five pages. Nobody pays attention to her, and when it is over they applaud Clara like a childish, clumsy girl.
"Clara, that was, umm... nice, very detailed. Perhaps you could help my friend's boyfriend. He has a small problem."
"What problem?"
"The batter won't step up to the plate. The cucumber is soft. The banana..."
"I'm sure you understand, love."
Clara's eyes widen in shock. But after the continued insistence of the other two girls, she relents. She puts back her hair, grabs the subject's cock, and brings it to her mouth. Clearly his problem was a bald-faced lie. But the cock is already in her mouth and she can not stop. She continues to suck, lick and blow. He ejaculates in her voracious opening, and she swallows, disappointed, needing more, more jizz on her palate.
Fifth dream: Clara is blinded, everything is dark. She feels her hands and knees resting on the floor, something pushes her from behind. Opening her eyes, what she sees is a bull with a pillow on its head.
Everything dark again, she sucks, her head swaying, salivating around a thick cylinder. Light, she is inflating a balloon that elongates out from her mouth, she's a clown at a party.
Darkness. She feels something sticky covering her, first her face, then her feet and torso. Light. She wakes up from a drunken stupor, Alexa dropped some yogurt, when she stumbled into a piece of furniture.
Darkness. A rigid object enters her vagina. Light. She is with a fifty-year-old gynecologist, having a routine checkup.
Darkness. Something sticky yet solid hits her face, and slides over her lips. Light. It is a peeled banana coated in strawberry jelly.
Darkness. Again something sticky falls in drops on her back and ass. Light. It's raining strawberry sauce, and she fell asleep with her ass in the air, in a field of grass.
Darkness. She grabs an object that swells and throbs when she squeezes it. Light. It's a pink hose shaped like a cock.
