Author's note: This story is a work of fiction with fictitious names, characters, places, and events. Any resemblance to actual persons or actual events, is purely coincidental. All characters are 18 years of age or older.
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"Good morning, you must be Jake," said Jenny. She was the receptionist and special assistant to Dr. Annika.
"Yes, I'm Jake. I'm here to see Dr. Annika," replied Jake in a low and nervous voice.
Jenny was of Chinese descent, 25 years old, with short straight black hair. Her makeup was flawless, and she had a beautiful face.
Jenny ruffled through some paperwork, looked up to Jake from behind her desk, and said, "Please complete these forms and sign here, here and here," as she pointed to each signature block. Jenny was very professional but seemed a little stern to Jake. She was not unfriendly but did not smile much.
Jake took the forms, and said, "Oh...okay."
Jake completed the paperwork but noticed a release form with a lot of legal terms. He handed the forms back to Jenny, and asked, "What is this? Why a release?"
"Oh, nothing to be concerned about. Dr. Annika uses some unconventional techniques during therapy sessions, and it's just one of those requirements from the insurance company," replied Jenny. "Just sign there and have a seat. Dr. Annika will be with you shortly." Jenny gave him a quick smile, and then started typing on her computer.
Jake signed everything and sat down in the lobby. He thought back to his conversation with his best friend, Tim. He had known Tim since middle school, and he encouraged Jake to seek some professional counseling regarding his self-doubt and extreme introverted behavior. Jake did an internet search and found Dr. Annika with great reviews.
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Jake was 24 years old, very smart, had a great career, and was very attractive. However, Jake was only 5 foot 2 inches tall, and was ashamed of his small stature and tiny manhood. His social life was very limited, and he only went on dates when his friends set him up. He was much too shy to ask a woman out. He tried dating apps, but never acted on them in fear that eventually, if things went well, his tiny cock would be revealed.
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Annika Smirnov was 35 years old, and was born, raised and educated in Russia. She went to a private university and earned a master's degree with a double major in psychology and sexology. She then earned her PhD. Annika met an American businessman while in Russia, and he romanced her and convinced her to move to the United States. They were married three months later. In less than two years of marriage, she realized he was a cheat and a scammer. She divorced him.
Annika was very intelligent, but had a very rough life in Russia, and then was dupped by her American husband. She learned to trust no one and survived on the skills she learned. She loved to read and do research. Hypnosis fascinated her, and for the past five years had a very good practice. However, when she divorced, she became very bitter. She took advantage of every opportunity to improve her practice and satisfy her depraved sexual appetite.
Annika decided to go by "Dr. Annika". She thought the name was more personal. Annika was a stunning woman. She was 5 foot 10 inches, with curly long bronze hair. Her eyes were a light blue, and her complexion was very fair. Her nose was long with a slight bump. Her high cheek bones and lush pink lips made her look intelligent and sexy at the same time.
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Jake was shocked as Dr. Annika entered the lobby. She was wearing a black skirt that was just above her knees. Her large breasts were pressed against a red silk blouse, revealing a lot of cleavage. Her dark nylons were very sexy, along with her 4-inch black high heels.
Jake stood up and extended his hand.
Dr. Annika was about a foot taller than Jake in her heels. She took Jake's hand, and said, "Jake, nice to meet you. I'm Dr. Annika. Please come with me."
The doctor had a Russian accent, but she worked hard to make herself clearly understood. She turned around and entered her office. Jake followed without saying a word, and then she closed the door.
Dr. Annika's office was large. There were two over-sized leather chairs facing each other, which was close to a large matching leather couch on the other side of the office. There was a desk and a third leather chair by a window on the far side of the office. The walls were dark wood paneling, and the lighting was expensive crystal glass. There was more fancy lighting directly over the chairs and couch.
"Please have a seat," the doctor said as she pointed to the leather chair to his right. Dr. Annika sat on the chair facing Jake.
Dr. Annika could immediately sense that Jake was nervous, bashful, and had no confidence. His mannerisms were almost childlike, as he looked around her office. She noticed he was staring at every part of her body. She thought to herself that this was going to be most enjoyable.
"Please tell me about yourself, and how I can help you," said Dr. Annika, getting right to it.
Jake began with a brief history of his childhood, and then his difficult teenage years. All his friends grew tall, and he did not. He described his shyness and hinted that he was embarrassed by his small body parts. Jake stated that he needed help to gain self-confidence, to be more sociable, and to date women.
"When was the last time you had sexual relations?" asked Dr. Annika.
Jake turned beet red, looked down to the floor, and stuttered, "Well, Dr. Annika, I never really..."
"Are you a virgin?" asked Dr. Annika bluntly.
Jake looked toward the window, and said in a low weak voice, "Yes."
"I see," said Dr. Annika. "This is nothing to be ashamed about...as long as it is for a good reason."
There was a long pause.
"Do you have a small penis?"
Jake looked at her in shock. He turned redder and did not say anything.
"Show me your penis."
There was another long pause, and then Jake looked up to her eyes, and said in a timid tone, "What? Are you serious?"
"Are you serious about improving yourself? Are you serious about gaining confidence in your body? Are you serious about having sex?" replied Dr. Annika rather forcefully.
"I...I don't know. I'm not comfortable yet."
