I was casually chatting with a friend. We were both married men in our late 20's, with wives of about that same age.
"You know, Carl," he said, "I'd been hearing good things about that new therapist in town, Sheila. So I decided to try her out. I've been three times and I think it's really helping me."
"What do I need a therapist for?"
"I'm sure not everything in your life is peaches and cream. Go ahead and try one appointment with her. You can always choose not to go back." He handed me a business card with an address and a phone number.
What the heck. You only live once. Maybe a talk with a therapist would do me some good. When I got home, I called the number.
"Ewing Therapy Center, Sheila speaking."
"Hi. I'm Carl. One of my friends suggested I book a session with you."
"Okay. Let me check my schedule."
A couple of minutes later, I had agreed to an 11 am appointment for Thursday. My work-from-home schedule is flexible and allowed me to easily accommodate something like that. Sheila had suggested that my wife come in at the same time for a therapy session with her partner, Joe. That was agreed to. Sheila and Joe worked in the same building but in different parts of it.
The price was very low. Sheila and Joe explained that they were both already rich, so now they could simply help out others. At 10:55, a flunky guided me back to the room where I would have my session. Sheila was waiting. The flunky departed, closing and locking the door.
"Good morning, Carl. Nice to meet you."
"A pleasure."
Sheila was as tall as me (five-foot-nine). She had straight shoulder-length black hair and brown eyes. (My hair is a military-style buzzcut, red in color, and my eyes are blue: I had my facial hair permanently removed several years ago, as the itching was so damn aggravating.) Her white button-down shirt revealed a generous amount of cleavage, and her breasts had to be D-cups. Her black miniskirt showed off her long, toned legs. Her rear was nicely rounded without being absurdly huge. I felt a bit overwhelmed. My body didn't have a huge amount of muscle tone and I was starting to develop a slight paunch. My best physical asset was probably my cock -- seven inches long and reasonably thick.
"Please lie down on the couch and relax."
"Okay..."
My tone of voice indicated I was a bit nervous.
"Don't worry about a thing, Carl. I don't bite." Her voice turned sultry. "Unless you ask me nicely."
I blinked. She took a small pendulum from her desk and began swinging it in front of me.
"Keep your eyes on the pendulum. Just relax. Let me penetrate into your subconscious."
I tracked the rhythmic swinging of the pendulum with my eyes.
"Relax. Let your mind float away. You are in a safe place. Allow yourself to go deeper into trance..."
I let my mind and body relax.
"Lift your right arm."
Without hesitation, I lifted up my right arm.
"Lower it."
I did.
"You are in my power. For the rest of this session you will be in trance. When you come out of trance, you will remember no details of what happened. You will remember only that we made progress and you want another appointment in a week."
"Yes, Sheila."
"Remove all your clothes."
I mechanically removed my clothes. Sheila removed her only two items of clothing, her shirt and skirt.
"How long has it been since you had sex?"
"I had sex with my wife two days ago."
"From now on, you will not have sex with your wife any more. You will also not jerk off. You will save all your cum for me."
"Yes, Sheila."
"Stand up."
I stood up.
"Kiss my cleavage and then suck on my nipples."