At 9 am the following morning Karen was again in the waiting area. The shot that Grey had given her the night before had helped a great deal but she had again woken this morning with withdrawal, convincing her further that she had indeed become obsessed with, and therefore lost without, Doctor Grey.
Inside the office Grey worked at his computer, composing himself whilst remembering the fantastic sex Karen had given him the previous night. If sex were his prime motivator, however, Grey would have settled for last night and have let Karen go. Up to this point there was scant evidence against him and even scantier reason for Karen to consider him as anything other than a saviour. The fact that she was here again showed that power was the primary motivation, sex the secondary bonus, and that he would take it to where he wanted to go no matter the risks.
The receptionist told Karen to enter and she almost ran into the office. She needed to talk, badly, and she knew she needed his soothing presence almost as much. She could not repress a sense of delight as she saw him again and part of her, a part that made her ashamed as soon as it appeared, flashed back to the incredible orgasms of the previous night. She chided herself for being so obsessed and placed her faith in Doctor Grey to provide some answers soon.
Grey smiled and invited her to sit in the chair. She'd come dressed as non-sexually as she could, with a long flowing skirt and matronly cotton shirt, and it amused him to see she was desperately trying not to arouse him. It was clear she had accepted her supposed obsession completely backed up, no doubt, with an insatiable desire to smell his cologne again.
"Hello Karen, how are you today?"
"Feeling shaky again." "That's to be expected as, of course, you are still obsessing with me it seems. Today we are going to focus on aversion therapy, are you familiar with it?"
"Not really."
"It's where a patient is given the object of their obsession to such a point that they become bored with it. It is also where making the target seem less attractive sours that obsession. Take last night for example, you enjoyed the sex but now will have awoken feeling intensely guilty for being unfaithful to Simon, yes?"
"Yes I am, though I still feel shaky because I was not close to you."
"It will take a more intense dose of aversion, Karen, but already you have begun to associate sex with your obsession, myself, with guilt. We have attached a negative emotion to the positive elation of achieving your obsessive goals and today we are going to enhance it further."
Karen relaxed in the chair, reassured that Doctor Grey would take her from her pain soon. She felt so lucky to have found such a patient man as a therapist, she thought, for it must have been so embarrassing for him last night.
"By the time we have finished you will feel relaxed with Simon as a lover and me as a therapist once more. I'd like to test how you feel at the moment by coming towards you, to see how it feels when I approach. Ok?"
"Ok Doctor Grey."
Grey moved slowly towards Karen as she sat in the chair. She felt nervy right up the point he was 4 inches away, when the cologne triggered her addictive responses. The familiar wave of calm and loving washed over her and she sighed with the relief.
"How does that feel Karen?"
"It feel very soothing, Doctor Grey. Is that bad?"
"It's to be expected as your obsession is now within reach again. We need to talk over your sexual history again, Karen, so sit here and I will fetch the lubricant."
As soon as Grey went away from her she began to feel uneasy again. It was clear to her that she must be besotted with him, for not even in her most passionate days with Simon was she ever this needy for his presence. She longed for Grey to return to the chair, a fact which Grey knew and used to tease her as he leisurely returned with the gel. The cologne did its work anew and she felt calm once more.
"Now Karen, if you remember yesterday we used a screen whilst you applied this gel. In this manner you were able to expose yourself without feeling any guilt. Well, this time I want you to apply it whilst still in the chair. I will place my head on your chest and look directly at your crotch whilst you do, ensuring I have a clear view of your vagina. You will feel the guilt of exposing yourself to a man other than your husband and that is what we are aiming at, understand?"
Karen hoped she would feel guilt for, at the moment, the presence of Grey had in fact soothed all her guilt from the previous evening. She sighed with contentmant as Grey placed his head on her chest, before she raised her skirt to her hips and exposed her light-blue panties. A small wriggle and the panties dropped to her ankles, leaving her pussy exposed as she began to apply the gel.
Grey smiled at the view as he enjoyed his newly found power over Karen. Just a few days ago she was keeping her legs tightly closed to him and now, here she was, openly lubricating her naked pussy for his entertainment. All in the name of therapy.
Karen did indeed feel a twinge of guilt as she completed her lubrication, thinking that Simon was the only man who had ever seen her pussy for 20 years before Doctor Grey. Many men had tried, some had made their intentions plain, but with this man it was different. He was reluctantly sacrificing his own dignity in order to restore her own.
When Karen had finished Grey stood up and placed the gel on his desk and, unseen to his patient, added a dash of cologne from within his suit onto the chair. The aroma would ensure she felt relaxed and continued to associate those sensations with him.
"I want you to keep yourself exposed during this initial session so that I can view your vagina easily, Karen, in the hope that it will maximise the guilt feelings. Now, I'd like to talk a little more about your sexual history, starting with your youth."
Grey sat back down in his chair and began to ask questions. Each question was addressed directly to her eyes, whilst each answer was heard with him enjoying the view from between her legs. Karen felt his gaze but just could not get past the sensations of calm to feel much guilt at all, no matter how hard she tried.
"What was your first ever sexual experience?"
"I gave a hand-job to a classmate during a science lesson. I was 14."
"When did you first give a hand-job to Simon?"
"When we got our first house, about 18 months after we met."
"With your exhibitionist tendencies and love of daring, why wait for the house?"
"He's very reserved when it comes to any sort of sexual contact out of the house."
We are going to change that today, Grey thought. It was time to change targets. "What are your daughters called?"
"Mary is 18, Susan is 20."