Emma felt guilty about masturbating to the video Liz sent her; it was so devious, so depraved, so absolutely beyond unethical, but that's what made it so incredibly hot, and so very compelling. She promised herself that she wouldn't watch it again, but even as she made that promise to herself, she knew she would break it. She wished that it was just very well produced hypno porn, but she knew that wasn't the case. It was real, and fuck if that didn't make it all the better. Emma stroked herself with more fervor as she watched this woman, Dr. Cassandra Santarossa cross all the lines Emma had thought about crossing; fantasized about crossing, but wouldn't. Wouldn't. Fuck it was hot. Emma came again and almost, almost, said out loud, "I will obey Cassandra." The thought that she was starting to succumb to this woman's spell, splash damage from the video, made Emma come even harder. It was frightening and terribly arousing at the same time.
The video came to Emma in a rather roundabout way. Liz, her sometimes lover, dear friend, and very respectable therapist sent it to her. She received it from one of her patients who became suspicious of his wife after she exhibited some very unusual behaviour.
"Ya gotta help me! She's become a nympho, doc! She's wearin' me out!" Were his exact words according to Liz. This was his account.
Jake and Renee had been married for 10 years. Their relationship had been quite stable and predictable. They got along well, and arguments were of the usual married variety, nothing out of the ordinary. Up until a few months ago, their sex life was similar: predictable, stable. And then things changed after Renee gave up smoking.
Renee had been a life-long smoker. Started when she was 12 and could just not bring herself to quit. She'd tried patches, gum, cold-turkey, nothing was working. And then she was referred by a friend to Dr. Cassandra Santarossa, a hypnotherapist.
Almost immediately Jake observed profound changes in his wife. Firstly, the smoking just stopped. Just like that. Day One: no more cigarettes. A miracle. But there were other changes as well. It seemed like her craving for cigarettes had been replaced with a different craving: A craving for sex, which was not the miracle as one might expect.
Shortly after Renee's session with Dr. Santarossa, one of Jake's work buddies came over and the three of them were having beers on the patio. The friend had asked if he could have a cigarette, being respectful of Renee having just recently quit. Renee said it was fine and the friend lit up.
Jake observed Renee watching the friend smoking with almost an unhinged intensity. She began to squirm in her seat and clawed at the cushions. After a few minutes she asked Jake if she could speak to him for a moment in private. He was worried perhaps that the smoking was too much for her and that she was craving one herself.
She rushed into the house and upstairs to the bedroom. When Jake entered, she was bent over the bed, her skirt bunched up around her waist and her panties on the floor. The room smelled like sex. She had a hand underneath her and was masturbating furiously. When Jake entered, all she could manage to say was, "close the fucking door and fuck me! Fuck me!"
Jake was overwhelmed with this sight. Renee was normally quite shy in the bedroom. Lights off, missionary style. And she never masturbated. Not that Jake was aware of. Renee enjoyed sex...at least Jake thought she enjoyed it. She never made much noise, but Jake assumed she was having orgasms. Jake indicated to Liz that they did not engage in other sexual practices such as oral or anal sex. He was interested in those things, but Renee was not.
Jake did not waste this opportunity. He'd never had his wife doggy-style and he quickly removed his pants, walked up behind her and penetrated her. Jake said he'd never felt her so wet. He slid into her fully and she moaned loudly and uncontrollably. She began to buck against him. She kept encouraging him to go faster and faster while she frantically rubbed her clitoris.
Jake had never had his wife this way nor seen her act like this during coitus. It was terribly exciting and he felt his orgasm welling up inside of him. They never talked during sex, but now he felt the need to tell Renee that he was going to come, hoping it would spur on her orgasm. It succeeded.
Renee screamed at him. "Yes! Yes! Come in me! Come in me! Fill me up!" She grabbed a pillow and began to scream incomprehensible gibberish into it and she bucked and quivered. Jake had never come so hard in life. He grabbed her hips with such force he left marks in her skin. When he was fully spent he rolled off her and lay on his back. Panting. She quickly exited the room, leaving her soaked panties on the floor.
After a few minutes Jake had enough composure to put on his pants and head downstairs. He was wondering what he was going to tell his friend. That his wife was overcome with sexual desire? He must have heard.
What Jake did not expect to see was Renee's head bobbing on his friend's cock. Jake wanted to say something...but he wasn't sure. Renee must have heard him because she popped him out of her mouth and turned around to speak to Jake, all the while stroking his friend's cock which was slick with saliva.
"You never told me Mitchell had such a magnificent cock, Jake!" she said.
"Truthfully, it never really came up in conversation." Jake replied.
"Does this make angry, Jake? Jealous? Does it make you want to fuck me up my ass? I hope so. I want you too." And she resumed sucking.
Mitchell opened his eyes and he locked with Jake. They shared a look. A look that said...why not?
Jake unzipped his fly. He was hard again, watching his wife this way. Watching her suck a cock. He was still slick with her moisture and he knelt down behind her and worked his way into her tight ass.
Liz told Emma about other instances of this kind of behaviour from Renee, all centered around avoiding smoking. Once at a party he found her in the garden, going down on a woman who was smoking a cigarette. Renee used to comment how she could never be with a woman. She said she found it "icky". Another time they were at the movies and there was a smoking scene. She made Jake masturbate her in the theater and then she went down on him. She bit into his arm to keep herself from moaning.
The other thing was, Renee kept going to see Dr. Santarossa. She said she found it very therapeutic and it kept her from relapsing...but it wasn't cheap. When Jake asked her about what went on in her sessions she claimed to have no memory of them. Just a deep sense of well-being. Jake noted to Liz that talking about her hypnotherapy sessions would arouse her and she would insist upon sex, almost as a way of changing the topic of conversation.
And so, Jake concealed the camera inside her purse. When he looked at the footage...he couldn't believe it was real. He wanted to confront her about it, but he was worried what she would say. He wanted to confront this doctor...but frankly he was kind of afraid of her. He thought about going to the police, but eventually decided that his own therapist would know what to do.
And that's how it ended up with Emma; her being somewhat of an expert on unethical hypnotists. She thought about her own experiences. How she was molded into the hypnotist that she would eventually become. How she struggled with ethical decisions herself. She knew she had crossed the line many times; and often intentionally. But this woman. Cassandra. This was beyond the pale. She knew it was up to her to take action and make things right. Perhaps, among other things, it would help balance the scales of the dodgy things Emma had done in her own life.
She watched the video again. Quite unconsciously her hand slid under skirt.
The video quality was surprisingly of good quality. Jake worked in upholstery and was able to conceal the camera in his wife's purse quite well. The edges were blurred by fabric, but only a pinhole was needed to capture the scene that unfolded.
The video began as Renee was getting out of her Uber in South End. Emma didn't know the street but caught a glimpse of the elevant Victorian brownstones on the street. Renne rang the bell and Dr. Santarossa's voice is heard for the first time. Commanding.
"Come in, Renee. Be seated."
The door buzzed and Renee entered. She made an immediate right and opened a door. She set down her purse by the couch, giving Emma a worm's eye view of the room. Fortunately, the camera was facing to give a view of the old grain leather couch. Emma noted the ornate sculpting of the legs. Expensive. The bottom of a chair of similar furnishing could also be seen just barely in frame.
Renee removed her shoes, modest Michael Kors pumps by Emma's approximation. Not terribly pricey, by her standards, but could be expensive for a couple on a budget.
The sound of the door opening again could be heard on the recording.
"Good afternoon, Renee." said Dr. Santarossa.
"Good afternoon, mistress." replied Renee, giving a slight bend in the knee, as if the genuflect. "Oh my goodness! I'm sorry! I don't know why I said that? I'm sorry Dr. Santaross!"
"Interesting," replied the doctor, "Please sit down and we shall discuss."
Dr. Santarossa's legs are seen entering the frame as she sat in the chair facing the couch. She was also barefoot. The rug appeared to be plush and inviting.
