wrestlingclown
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This is what the clinical psychologist in my story looks like. http://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=738131790
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Mark is my favorite patient. I keep him locked in a room in my office where he stays all day, everyday. I hypnotized him, so he doesn't realize he could walk away and leave when I unlock the door and enter the room for his daily regression therapy. He is a strong 19 year old boy, but my hypnosis makes him think he is a little boy, and I often convince him he is a baby. The hypnotic suggestion that I am his mommy, and he must obey me gives me complete control over him.
His family sent him to me to treat his addiction to marijuana. I'm writing a paper correlating some men's drug addiction with a desire for a strong mother figure. Men want to rebel from their mothers by taking drugs, but they secretly want to be controlled by strong mother figures. Losing control via drugs is merely a substitute for submitting to and losing control to a woman. Mark is my test subject for this study. I am exploring his secret desire though the use of regression therapy and hypnosis.
I have a beautiful motherly figure. I am a blonde with large bosoms and a substantial rear end that overwhelms men. In the presence of my figure Mark gradually reverts to an infantile state. For our therapy I enter the room wearing pink panties and a bra that reveals my generous bosoms. He's laying on the bed.
"Mommy's here to tuck you in," I tell him.
He waits under the covers. I can see the bulge making a teepee. I sit on his legs.
"Look how close mommy's pussy is to your hard cock," I say.
I reach under the covers and begin jerking his erect penis. I take my top off.
"Feel mommy's tits while I rub your cock."
I let him know that breast play is ok, but if he looks at my ass he's in trouble because that is inappropriate. I stand up, slip off my panties, and walk around the room and of course he can't help but look at my gorgeous jiggily buttocks.
"How dare you?"
His face flushes and he looks embarrassed.
"Mommy's going to punish you.'
Now he looks scared. The hypnosis has him convinced that I am much bigger and stronger than him. He's afraid I'm going to hurt him.
"Don't be afraid. Mommy's not going to hurt you. But I am going to tickle you until you promise to stop looking at my ass."
He likes it when I tickle him. I pull the covers off him, revealing his hard naked body, and my pussy gets wet. I tickle his feet. He moves them. I straddle him and tickle his underarms and he laughs. I tickle, tickle, tickle him everywhere, and he twists and turns and giggles helplessly. He pinches my nipple to try to get me to stop tickling.
"You are not mommy's little boy any more. You're her little baby and you are too weak to pinch me."
His legs and arms get weak. I shove my boobs in his face.
"Does baby want some of mommy's milk?"
He can't answer because in this state he doesn't remember that he's learned how to talk.
He nurses and seems content. I brush his hair with my hand.
"Coochie, coochie, coo."
He laughs like a baby and I can't resist tickling him repeatedly. He's so cute. I put his erection inside me.
"Does mommy's pussy feel good?"
I ride him to orgasm.
It was another good regression therapy session.
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Mark is my favorite patient. I keep him locked in a room in my office where he stays all day, everyday. I hypnotized him, so he doesn't realize he could walk away and leave when I unlock the door and enter the room for his daily regression therapy. He is a strong 19 year old boy, but my hypnosis makes him think he is a little boy, and I often convince him he is a baby. The hypnotic suggestion that I am his mommy, and he must obey me gives me complete control over him.
His family sent him to me to treat his addiction to marijuana. I'm writing a paper correlating some men's drug addiction with a desire for a strong mother figure. Men want to rebel from their mothers by taking drugs, but they secretly want to be controlled by strong mother figures. Losing control via drugs is merely a substitute for submitting to and losing control to a woman. Mark is my test subject for this study. I am exploring his secret desire though the use of regression therapy and hypnosis.
I have a beautiful motherly figure. I am a blonde with large bosoms and a substantial rear end that overwhelms men. In the presence of my figure Mark gradually reverts to an infantile state. For our therapy I enter the room wearing pink panties and a bra that reveals my generous bosoms. He's laying on the bed.
"Mommy's here to tuck you in," I tell him.
He waits under the covers. I can see the bulge making a teepee. I sit on his legs.
"Look how close mommy's pussy is to your hard cock," I say.
I reach under the covers and begin jerking his erect penis. I take my top off.
"Feel mommy's tits while I rub your cock."
I let him know that breast play is ok, but if he looks at my ass he's in trouble because that is inappropriate. I stand up, slip off my panties, and walk around the room and of course he can't help but look at my gorgeous jiggily buttocks.
"How dare you?"
His face flushes and he looks embarrassed.
"Mommy's going to punish you.'
Now he looks scared. The hypnosis has him convinced that I am much bigger and stronger than him. He's afraid I'm going to hurt him.
"Don't be afraid. Mommy's not going to hurt you. But I am going to tickle you until you promise to stop looking at my ass."
He likes it when I tickle him. I pull the covers off him, revealing his hard naked body, and my pussy gets wet. I tickle his feet. He moves them. I straddle him and tickle his underarms and he laughs. I tickle, tickle, tickle him everywhere, and he twists and turns and giggles helplessly. He pinches my nipple to try to get me to stop tickling.
"You are not mommy's little boy any more. You're her little baby and you are too weak to pinch me."
His legs and arms get weak. I shove my boobs in his face.
"Does baby want some of mommy's milk?"
He can't answer because in this state he doesn't remember that he's learned how to talk.
He nurses and seems content. I brush his hair with my hand.
"Coochie, coochie, coo."
He laughs like a baby and I can't resist tickling him repeatedly. He's so cute. I put his erection inside me.
"Does mommy's pussy feel good?"
I ride him to orgasm.
It was another good regression therapy session.
