The center looks very much like a really large house or a hotel. A large lobby with chairs, lots of individual rooms, and even large dens or conference rooms.
In each of these individual rooms resides a young adult who is there for treatment. Their parents have checked them in to this facility to cure their sexual misbehavior. There are girls who have been placed here because their parents came home and found them doing everything from chronic masturbation, sucking off the mailman, or fucking the pool guy. There are even some who have been caught trying to seduce their mother’s new husbands.
There are guys here too. The guys are pretty much guilty of the same things. Fucking the horny next door neighbor, young teacher’s aides, or their father’s new wives. There are even a few sets of siblings. All of which were caught by their parents on numerous occasions having sex.
Their parents bring them here for treatment, to try and stamp the “deviant” behavior out of them.
The first few days seem like cake. They are given time to get acclimated to their new surroundings. They set up their rooms, unpack their things, and make themselves at home. They interact with some of the other “patients” but under watchful eyes.
Treatment usually begins as general therapy. They get to sit with members of the staff and talk about why they behave the way they do. This is when we are able to ascertain how aggressive the treatment will have to be. There are some here, who were just either in the wrong place at the wrong time, easily influenced to do something they would rather not have done, or something they feel they can live with or without.
Then you have the others who are looking to fuck and be fucked any chance they can. They are generally chronic masturbators when they can’t find someone to fuck. These are the ones who require more aggressive treatment, and even those are broken up into groups that require intense treatment to invasive aggressive treatment. That is where I come in. I administer the treatment. I am what you would call the Head Mistress of this house. I am not always directly involved in giving the treatment, sometimes I am there to observe the behavior and direct the staff as to which type of treatment they should administer next. I also document each treatment session to share on Parent’s Day, so they know what type of progress their young adult is making. My staff consists of both men and women, some of which were at one time patients in my care, who have learned to express themselves sexually without letting it rule their lives.
Our newest addition is a young woman by the name of Jessica. Jessica is 19 years old, her mother has caught her doing it all. Jessica was the captain of the cheerleading squad, and was sent to the principal’s office once for having an orgy with the Varsity football team. She took on 15 guys, and even after each had blown at least 2 loads, she was still trying to suck their cocks back to life. She was caught by the girls’ gym teacher whose suspicion was aroused when she heard all of the noise coming from the locker room.
Jessica is about 5’4”, 115 lbs, brown hair to the middle of her back and green eyes. She is a beautiful young girl who I am sure will make for quite a challenge. She has a fire behind those green eyes that seems to hint that she refuses to be broken.
Jessica and I sat down the first few days that she was here and talked. Today was to be her first day of treatment. I asked her why she chose to fuck the football team, why she was caught by her mother trying to seduce her new stepfather, why she does the things she does.
“Because I love to fuck. I love the feeling of a big fat cock stretching my tight pussy. I love cumming.”
She sat with a smug look on her face, arms folded across her chest, resting upon her ample breasts. I could tell from her attitude that she thought this was the most intense her treatment would be. She clearly thought we were here to teach her that she is more than a sex object, to talk her out of her behavior. How wrong she was.
“Jessica, stand up” I said.
With a roll of her eyes, she rose from her chair.
As I looked her up and down, I instructed her to turn completely around in a circle.
“You may sit.”
I pressed the intercom button on my phone,
“Justin, would you please join me in Treatment Room 1?”
“Yes Ma’am… I’ll be right in” he answered.
I could see a flash of confusion in Jessica’s eyes. She was silently wondering who I was calling to join us and why. Now I sat with the smug look.
Justin entered the room quietly. A young man of about 22 years of age, the picture of physical fitness, tight muscles, tan skin, dark brown hair and blue eyes. I have to admit, he is one of my favorites, it took many an hour of treatment to get him where he is now, and I truly enjoyed every minute of it.
Justin sat down in the chair next to me, waiting expectantly.
“Justin, I would like you to meet Jessica. She is new here, and while she and I have talked over the past few days, it has become apparent that she will be requiring more… intense treatment. I would like it if you would be one of her therapists.”
Justin’s clear blue eyes crawled slowly over Jessica’s entire body. I could see that familiar heat in his eyes. Clearly, I had picked someone he liked.
“Now Jessica, I want you to stand up again. But this time, I want you to take off all of your clothes.”
“Are you fucking crazy?” She spat.
“I hate to be the one to tell you this, but you don’t have any choices here. You will do as you are told, or there will be consequences.”
“Consequences my ass! I’ll tell my mother what you are asking me to do!”
“Darling, your mother brought you here. She has charged me to do what needs to be done to help you. Now you either comply with my instructions, or as I said, there will be consequences.”
“Take your best shot.”
I had to admit to myself, I liked this girl’s spirit. She reminded me much of myself. I shot her a fiery look of my own and replied,
“Very well. Justin?”
Justin rose to his feet and quickly crossed the room. Jessica’s green eyes became large, but not fearful, almost invigorated. Justin took one of her wrists into his hand, and twisted her arm behind her back.
“Ow!” She squinted her eyes and looked sharply at him.
Justin wrapped his other arm around her torso, reaching up to her right breast. He palmed it, then squeezed it firmly. Then reaching to the buttons of her top, he grasped the opening and ripped it apart, exposing her bra. I heard a slight gasp escape from her mouth.
“I’m going to let go of your arm now… and you are going to stand there and do nothing until I tell you to, understand?”
Silence.
He released her arm and she instantly tried to round on him. Justin moving faster than her grabbed a handful of her long brown hair and yanked so that her neck was craned backward.
“Let’s not do this the hard way, okay?” he said smiling.
I smiled also. He had learned well.
Justin moved to stand in front of her and opened the clasp of her bra. Her large firm breasts came tumbling out before our eyes. He raised his hands to them again, taking a breast in each hand, molding them as if they were clay. I could hear her breathing start to quicken. He began to pinch her hard nipples.
“Mmmm” Jessica moaned.
Justin craned his head down and took one of her stiff nipples into his mouth. He sucked noisily on it, rolling it around on his tongue, even biting it occasionally. He then forced his hand downward to her crotch.
“She’s wet.” He told me.
