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Judith and Me
By Homer Vargas
Vargas111@yahoo.com

Chapter 2: Judith

Revised with input from Trey Gallant

I showed up for my appointment with Dr. Roth on time, but I 
still had to wait. Fortunately, there was entertainment. The 
receptionist was sitting in a way that allowed me to see up her 
short smock every time she crossed and re-crossed her pretty 
legs. Eventually, I was waiting alone. When a very well-dressed 
man with a rather spacey look on his face finally came out, the 
receptionist told me that the doctor was ready to see me.

The doctor may have been ready to see me, but I wasn't ready to 
see the doctor, not this one! To my amazement, "J. Roth" was a 
woman. And what a woman! Even without her 5" spike heels, she 
would have equaled my 5' 11'' stature. And she was big in other 
ways, too. You might say she had a coke bottle figure --the 64 
oz. size!

She smiled seeing my astonishment as I stood speechless trying 
to take in the sight. The doctor wore a proper power suit, but 
the tailored skirt stopped about a furlong above her knee, and 
the expensive silk blouse showcased more than concealed a set 
magnificent mammaries.

"Welcome, Mr. Black. May I call you David? Have a seat and tell 
me a little about yourself." She sat down behind her desk and 
opened a file folder. She began with the standard medical-type 
questions: name, address, age, previous medical history, that 
sort of thing. Abruptly, she closed the folder, looked me right 
in the eye, and said, "Alright, David, now tell me why you 
really came to see me."

Stunned, I complied. "I'm in a real fix, Doctor Roth. I think 
I'm the victim of the woman who lives next door to me. A few 
weeks ago she, ... I, I seem to be under some kind of spell. I 
can't get her out of my thoughts and I don't know why I am so 
obsessed with her. I have been giving her money, but I don't 
remember when or how. I know I am spending all my time with 
her, but I don't remember everything that we do together...." 

The tone of my speech became more anxious, tense, and just a 
little short of hysterical, as I proceeded. I had not realized 
myself how distraught I had become about this situation. 
"David, David. Calm down." Dr. Roth interrupted. "You seem a 
little tense. Do you feel nervous about putting yourself in the 
hands of a woman psychologist?"

"Oh, no," I said, too hastily 

"Then lie down on the couch," she smiled reassuringly, "and 
I'll help you to relax."

"All right," I agreed hesitantly. She brought her chair out 
from behind her desk and set it next to the couch. She moved to 
the wall switch and dimmed the lights, then returned to her 
chair beside the couch. A projector threw swirling colors onto 
the ceiling. She took my right hand in both of hers, and said, 
"Now we are going to work on controlling your breathing. I want 
you to inhale when I tell you and time your breathing in to my 
count. Then you will hold your breath while I count and then 
exhale slowly while I count. When you have exhaled each time, I 
will say, 'Relax,' and you will repeat it to yourself. You 
don't have to say it out loud. Do you understand?"

I nodded. I did not trust myself to speak. At only arms length, 
her obvious charms were overwhelming, and her perfume was a 
fragrant fog all around me. "That's right," she said, her voice 
dropping to an intimate purr. "In-hale ... three ... four ... 
five .... Hold-it ... three ... four ... five....Ex-hale ... 
three ... four ... five ....Relax. "

"Relax," I said to myself, adding, "three...four...five."

"Very good, David. Very good. Now again, more slowly, more 
relaxed. In-hale...three...four...five...six.... Hold-it ... 
three...four...five...six....Ex-hale ... three ... four five .. 
six....Relax." She repeated this over and over, each time 
slowing down and extending the count. I lost track of how many 
times she took me through this until I heard her say, 
"Wonderful, David. That's good, very good. You are an excellent 
subject. How do you feel now?"

"Umm. Better," I confessed. It was amazing. A few moments 
before, I had found myself on the verge of hysteria. Now I felt 
so comfortable I was almost drowsy. 

"Are you still nervous about working with a female psychologist 
on this problem," she asked in a velvet voice.

"No. No, not at all," I replied. Actually, although I was more 
calm now, she still made me uneasy, sitting so close, bending 
towards me. It was an effort to not look up her dress or down 
her blouse's Vee-neckline. And she was still holding my hand.

"David, you're not being completely truthful," she smiled 
warmly. "Like most men, you are a little bit afraid of me. I'm 
a big, sexy woman, and I'm wearing clothes that make you look 
at me. I think this short skirt and my low neckline intimidate 
you. Perhaps you are worried that now that I have you down on 
the couch, you would become aroused, and I would notice it. 
After all, the lights are dim. We are alone, and no-one will 
interrupt us. Are you afraid I might take sexual advantage of 
your relaxed, vulnerable state?"

"Yes, Dr. Roth," I admitted.

"Well, given what you say you have been through, you are right 
to be concerned. It appears that it WOULD be very easy to 
manipulate your mind to take advantage of you. But don't worry, 
my young friend. I never have sex with a man against his will. 
Believe me, I don't go to bed with a man until I've got him 
very, very willing. If I make love to you, I'll make sure you 
really want it first. So just put those fears out of your 
mind."

At some point during this conversation, I don't know exactly 
when, Judith had pulled her chair even closer, and had begun 
stroking my leg just above the knee. Gradually, her hand worked 
its way to my crotch. "Now are you ready to tell me everything 
about this woman and your obsession with her?"

"I'll try."

"I'll help you." she smirked and began a slow massage of my 
crotch.

"Oh ... Doctor! Please, don't do that!"

"Why? Don't you like it?"

"God, yes!" I gasped.

"You're supposed to," she said. "Just relax and enjoy the 
sensations."

"But...it makes me so .... it is getting me aroused."

"I'd be worried if your were not." she smiled. "You're going to 
tell me about a sexual experience. I want you to experience the 
arousal you felt then."

"But Doctor..."

"Don't resist me, David. This is for your own good. Trust me. 
Let go and give in to your feelings. You must be completely 
open with me. Let go of your inhibitions. I want you to become 
sexually aroused. Sexual arousal makes a man docile and 
obedient. Doesn't my stimulating you sensually make you feel 
like doing anything I tell you to do?"

"Oh...yes, Doctor," I sighed.

"Of course you will, anything I tell you. You trust me and you 
are going to let me help you. Now take a slow, deep breath ... 
just like before. Hold it ... and let it out slowly. As you 
exhale, your eyes will close. You are feeling relaxed, and you 
will tell me everything about this woman who you fear is 
sexually exploiting you."

"Yes, Doctor," I sighed as her hand slowly put me into a 
wonderful, dreamy mood. 

"For the last several months, I've been seeing an older woman, 
a neighbor of mine. I seem to be completely obsessed with 
her.""And what is the problem: that she is older or that you 
are obsessed with her?"It was hard to think, much less talk, 
but I heard my voice answering for me. "My obsession. I'm 
signing over my paycheck to her, and I didn't even remember 
doing so. I don't see any of my friends my own age anymore. I 
have nothing in common with the woman except sex. I don't even 
remember much of what Grace and I do in bed; I seem to fall 
asleep every time we ..."

"Grace?" Dr. Roth interrupted gently. "Is that her name? 
Grace...?"

"Yes, Doctor," I responded to her unspoken question. "Her name 
is Grace Archer."

"Why the randy old...," Judith murmured to herself. "This is 
getting interesting. I think you had better tell me how this 
relationship began."

I tried to explain how I had been ogling Grace for several days 
and her catching me looking.

"Then what happened?"

"For several days, nothing," I recalled. "Then, the next 
Saturday, I was just about to leave the house to pick up my 
girlfriend, when Grace came over to visit."

"And...," she coaxed.

"I don't know why I even let her in, I didn't have time," I 
went on, almost babbling. "Sarah was waiting for me, but when I 
opened the door, I couldn't seem to stop her," I admitted 
lamely. 

"Who is Sarah?" Judith asked. 

"She was my girlfriend at the time," I explained. I went on to 
tell Dr. Roth about sitting on the sofa with Grace, talking 
with her, unable to keep my eyes off her. How the drinks seemed 
to hit me harder than I was used to. How things got so out of 
focus, and I began first fondling then eating Grace out and 
finally how we ended up in bed, how she virtually raped me, and 
how I lost consciousness when I came. "...and that's all I 
remember," I finished

"Hmm. Didn't that seem odd. You were about to go out with your 
girlfriend, and yet you invited in this neighbor you hadn't 
met?"

"I couldn't say no. Maybe it was because she was wearing the 
same little black dress as in the dream," I explained.

"Dream? What dream, David? Listen to me," Judith interrupted, a 
little more urgently this time. "You said something that may be 
very important. I want you to relax and try to remember 
everything you can about that dream. Everything."

"Yes, Doctor," I sighed, sinking even further into that dreamy, 
fuzzy-minded state as Dr. Roth stroked my hand. Things were 
becoming so clear now, memories that I hadn't recalled, but 
instead of generating the anxiety they had when I first became 
aware of them, when I decided to call Dr. Roth, they seemed 
distant, unattached to me. 

"It was Friday, the night before her visit. I seemed to wake 
up, and saw Grace standing over me. She was wearing a short 
sexy black dress and was touching herself. I couldn't seem to 
move or speak. Then, very deliberately, she dropped the dress 
and slipped into bed with me. Before I could do anything she 
offered me her luscious breasts. In my dream, I was unable to 
resist. I took her succulent tits in my mouth. Instantly her 
nipples grew hard as rocks as I kissed and sucked them."

"Go on," Judith encouraged.

"By instinct my hands found her wide firm ass and began 
kneading it while she began playing with my prick! I was 
getting more and more excited, about to come. I thought she was 
just going to jack me off, but she just nestled my head on her 
breasts and spoke softly to me, and the dream seemed to fade 
away. Then it seemed to come back. She was still nursing me at 
her breast and playing with my cock. She stopped, tranquilized 
me with a kiss, and crawled on top of me."

"Effortlessly she took my prick in her hand and guided it up 
inside her warm moist cunt. Slowly at first, she started to 
ride up and down on my cock. She was fucking me and I was 
powerless to stop her. I had never before been taken by a woman 
against my will. I had never before even let a woman get on top 
of me to fuck. But in this dream I seemed to have no choice. 
Grace was too heavy; I hadn't the strength to get her off of me 
and soon found I didn't even want her off."

"It was heavenly having her on me, being overpowered and fucked 
by this big sexy woman. The pleasure was so intense, I couldn't 
think. I loved what her pussy was doing to me. My body 
responded totally to hers. I was being raped, but I didn't want 
it to stop. She rode my prick expertly, getting herself off 
time after time. Each time she came, I felt my cock bathed in 
hot rich cunny juices. I felt overpowered, helpless, violated! 
She was using me to sate her own considerable lust. And every 
second of it was ecstasy! Then at last she started riding me 
faster. Her canter became a trot and then a gallop! She was 
beginning to make me come! I felt the orgasm build and build 
until at last I exploded inside her. She continued riding me, 
slower now, until I was drained."

"When she felt my prick gradually go limp at last, she rolled 
off me and nestled my head on her breasts again, and spoke 
softly to me until the dream seemed to fade away."

"That was very important, David. See how much you can remember 
when you let me relax you?" Judith said. "Now, you've said you 
don't remember what happened after she came to your house the 
next day. Let's try to work on that. I want you to relax again 
and try to remember more, not about the dream, now, but about 
that night Grace seduced you. You knew she was an 
"inappropriate" woman for you, yet you were feeling very horny. 
Remember how horny you were, just like you are now. She had you 
in bed. Her pussy was going up... and down... up... and 
down.... Like my hand on your cock now. It was so relaxing, 
David. You closed your eyes and let her fuck you... fuck you... 
to sleep..." My eyes were closed, and Judith's voice seemed to 
come from far away: "Tell me what happened next."

"I vaguely recall that she woke me up several times and said it 
was time for me to have more."

"That's right," she encouraged me. "She let you wake up a 
little. Go on..."

"Each time," I continued, "she gave me her tits to suck until I 
was hard again, then she got on top of me and fucked me until I 
passed out from the orgasm. I seem to remember her talking to 
me as she fucked me. It all seemed unreal, like the dream I had 
the night before."

"So when I woke up the next morning and found her in my bed, 
looking down at me and smirking, I was momentarily confused."

As I spoke, I seemed to be reliving the moment...

***** 

"What are you doing here, ma'am," I blurted out.

"Can't you tell, silly boy? And don't call me 'ma'am' although 
I am old enough to be your mother. I've been making love to 
you, so you will call me Grace, for now. Your prick spent a 
couple of busy nights in and out of me, and did I give you a 
romp!" she laughed.

"A couple of nights?" I said, more confused than ever. Hadn't 
she just come over the afternoon before? How long had I been 
out anyway? 

"Last night," she said coyly, "and the night before."

"My dream!" I exclaimed. "So the dream was real!"

"The wildest of wet dreams, young man," she answered, leaving 
me more confused than ever. 

"Of course," I mused, trying to sort it out. "But how could you 
fuck me without waking me up?""Now how would I fuck an 
unsuspecting young man?" She smiled as if posing an academic 
question "That would be easy. First I would sneak into his 
bedroom and place a tranquilizer patch on his arm while he was 
asleep. Next, while the drug took effect, I'd play with myself 
to get good and horny and to make my pussy wet and ready for 
the action to come," she giggled. "Then I would drop my dress 
and cuddle up with him. By then he would be too doped-up to 
object to having a sexy woman in bed with him. I'd let him suck 
my tits to keep him busy while I started working on his dick 
until he had a nice, big boner. Then I'd climb on him and ram 
that lovely stiff organ of his up inside my slippery pussy. I 
would get myself off a few times and then make him cum inside 
me until he was temporarily drained." 

I was more confused than before, if possible. Was she talking 
about what she could do, or had done? Last night, or the night 
before? I couldn't seem to think straight. 

"Sexual satiation puts a man to sleep the right way," she 
continued, not giving me time to sort it out. "So I could take 
off the now unneeded patch. After that first orgasm, I had a 
better way to keep you under control but your cock well 
employed. Any time I felt you starting to get restless, I let 
you suck my tits again. My breast calmed you down and stiffened 
up your prick for me the way I like it. Then I put your prick 
back in me and rode you to an orgasm that made you pass out 
again. We had two long, hot busy nights."

"But why me?" I gasped.

"Why you?" she laughed. "Because I needed to get fucked and you 
were handy," she grinned. "What better reason could a horny 
woman have for sneaking into the bed of a sleeping man and 
making love to him all night. Look at me, David. You should be 
able to tell that a woman with tits and hips like mine has been 
used to getting lots of sex all her life. I developed early. At 
thirteen I was jail bait and dying to get laid. I put the move 
on my older sister's 16 year old boyfriend in the back seat of 
his car. I told him he could play with my tits the way I had 
seen him try to do with my timid sister. But I wasn't timid. 
While he fumbled inexpertly, I unzipped his pants and worked on 
his cock until he was hard. I had to show him how to put it in 
me, but I got fucked three times that night and I haven't 
stopped since."

"For the last thirty-five years, I've almost never spent a 
night with an empty pussy," she continued, proudly. "I've had 
scores of lovers putting their cocks between my legs to try to 
keep me satisfied. My third husband was the best, putting it to 
me several time a day! If he had told me about his heat 
condition, I would have gone easier on him. But, rest his soul, 
he died happy. Since then, I haven't been able to get screwed 
nearly often enough. Oh, I seduced the parson who came over to 
offer sympathy, and I have gone down on a couple of patients at 
the hospital, but it had been too long since I had a regular 
supply of prick for my cunt. I was going crazy from the dearth 
of man-meat!"

"Then, a few nights ago, I caught a glimpse of you through your 
bedroom window, undressing. I felt my panties get wet and the 
revelation came. 'Look at all that hard young prick right next 
door and going to waste tonight!' I said to myself, ruefully. 
'There is the tool that could solve your pussy's problems for 
good. Seduce the owner of that baby, give him a really good 
lay, and you can make him stick it up in you anytime you need 
it. I got so horny lying therein bed drinking and dreaming 
about holding you naked in my arms with your long thick prick 
snaking all the way into me, I had to use my dildo to get some 
relief."

"So when I saw you ogling my tits and ass that morning, I knew 
you were my pigeon. I was sure you would be thinking about me, 
fantasizing about sucking my big tits, dreaming of my going 
down on you with my big ass. All I had to do was get in bed 
with you just one night and I could make you like it so much 
I'd turn you into my private fucking machine! And now I have 
what I need. Your hard young prick is going to solve my pussy's 
entire problem. And I am going to make sure you enjoy pleasing 
me."

"Mrs. Archer!" I exclaimed, flabbergasted. "You can't do ... 
Oh! ..."

"Hush," she said tenderly and kissed me, taking hold of my cock 
and starting to massage it deliciously again. "I told you to 
call me Grace, I can make you screw me any time I want to be 
screwed. And since I haven't had you in me for several hours, I 
want it now! I want to feel your big, pussy-pleasing prick 
filling up my cunt again. Oh look at the hard on you've got 
lover. This is too much!" she laughed. "What an easy fuck you 
are. What a marvelous cunt pleaser you're going to be! Just 
telling you how I seduced you last night got you horny. You 
need to get laid all over again."

"Grace, stop!" I pleaded. 

"Are you sure you want me to stop?" she grinned as her hand 
encircled my penis. "You've got a BIG problem here. You are 
showing signs of intense sexual craving, David. I diagnose this 
beautiful hard on as an attack of chronic cunt deficiency. You 
need a lot more sex than you've been getting, young man. 
Fortunately, I can do something to alleviate your immediate 
discomfort. When I see a man in this condition, I prescribe a 
good roll in the hay. And the treatment begins by getting you 
really hot. I want you to suck my titties."

"Just go to work on my tits again for a few minutes until they 
are hard as rocks and my pussy is juiced up nicely. Then I'll 
administer a dose of my special medicine that will give you a 
short respite from your craving for sex. But I have to warn 
you, there is no permanent cure for a man with your problem. 
You'll have to keep coming back to me again and again for 
additional treatments."

The languorous power of her hand stroking my prick made further 
resistance unthinkable. "Oh, Mrs. ..Oh, Grace," I moaned in 
surrender as I sank into her voluptuous body. My obedient mouth 
found her nipples. 

"Ah...That's so nice, just the way I like it," she said 
shortly, her voice thickening with lust. "You are sucking your 
Mistress's titties good, so much better when you're awake, just 
like I knew you would. Yes!! I'm getting such a lovely buzz on. 
I'm glad your ex-girlfriends have taught you how to play with a 
woman's breasts to make her horny and hungry for your cock. You 
really do know how to work a woman's tits. You're getting me so 
hot! Turning me on like a pro. Keep it up, sir! Oh, Lord, do I 
want it! You've got my cunt wet and itching for that big pecker 
of yours. Oh, shit! I want it now and I want it bad!" Her voice 
rose. 

"You've got me hot, young man, hot to fuck. And now, for 
setting me on fire, you're going to get a big reward. You get 
to be the fireman whose big long fire hose gets to go into my 
red-hot cunt to extinguish the blaze. Best of all, you don't 
have to do a thing. You get to lie back and let me do all the 
screwing. You like it like this. From now on I will take charge 
of your sex life and make you love it! It'll be so easy, David. 
You like the way I fuck you. Pussy goes up...and 
down...up...and down....It's so relaxing, David. You are going 
to close your eyes and let me fuck you...fuck you..."

"NO, Grace," I protested. Indeed, I did love the way she was 
turning me on, but I was afraid I was getting in over my head. 
Then it came to me! "Grace, what are you doing? You trying to 
hypnotize me!"

"I'm not just trying, darling, I'm doing it ... again. I put 
you in a light trance the first time after we made love, night 
before last, while you were dazed and vulnerable. Post hypnotic 
suggestion made sure you would let me in last night. I hardly 
needed the scopolamine I slipped into your drink while you went 
for ice. I had you in a medium trance even as we talked. Now 
you are going under again for me. Each time I fuck you, it's 
going to get easier to put you under my control, the control 
that you will come to love. Now hush, baby, and let me 
continue."

"No, no," I moaned vainly. 

"Very good, David. You are fighting me. I want you to fight me! 
The more you struggle, the more helpless you will feel when you 
succumb, when it feels too good to resist. You are getting 
weak, sinking into my power. Close your eyes, David, and let me 
fuck you. You're going to fall asleep in my arms, David. You 
will fall into a deep sleep and when you awake, you will need 
sex ever so desperately, every few hours, sex you will be able 
to get only from me. You will forget all about the little 
chickees you used to bring over here. You won't need or want 
other women. You'll get all the sex you can handle from me! 
I'll keep your prick fully occupied, David."

"No ... How?" I murmured as I felt myself fade. "I'm a nurse. I 
worked for a psychiatrist and I have been trained enough in 
hypnosis to handle a man like you. I've got inside your mind. 
After last night, I understand your desires completely. I know 
your weaknesses and how to take advantage of them. I know how 
to turn you on, David, whether you want to be or not. Like many 
men, you have a secret desire to be dominated by a woman. With 
me, you are going to get your wish."

"No, Grace, no!" I protested, but more weakly now.

"Yes, domination, my love, my poor, horny, weak baby. Now just 
relax while my cunt goes up and down on your cock and makes you 
very sleepy. Forget all about last night and this morning. 
Forget everything except how good it feels to let me fuck you 
... fuck you ... fuck you to sleep..." 

***** 

"It was just like the night before," I found myself explaining 
to Dr. Roth, "She rode me to a mind-blowing orgasm that made me 
pass out. And that is all I remember."

"You didn't pass out just from the orgasm," Dr. Roth commented. 
"What I've helped you remember her saying was correct: each 
time she brought you to climax, she was putting you into a 
deeper hypnotic trance, what we call 'fractionating'. Hypnosis 
is the way she holds you in her power until you are thoroughly 
conditioned. This sounds like a classic case of seduction and 
female domination. I think Grace Archer is well on the way to 
putting you in sexual bondage. Horny young men are particularly 
vulnerable to falling under the control of a wily older woman 
who has kept her figure. She knows so much about pleasing men, 
a young guy just doesn't have a chance."

"Sexual bondage?" I quavered.

"It seems obvious from what you have told me," Dr. Roth 
replied. "And from what I know about her. One more question," 
she hurried on before I could digest the implications of this 
last remark, "Do you still have relations with other women?"

"No," I admitted. "At first I still thought about Sarah 
occasionally, and even wanted to call her. But Grace was always 
with me, and there was never an opportunity to see her. She 
broke it off eventually, but it didn't matter. Now I don't have 
the desire for anyone else."

"Hmmm. Not even now?" she teased. "Then you ARE totally 
enslaved. Do you know why she choose you as her ...victim?"

I felt my cheeks redden. "Well, she lives next door," I said, 
choosing to ignore the implications of her first question. "I 
guess I was convenient."

Judith arched her eyebrows. She really did have the most 
expressive eyes. "Anything else?"

"She says she likes my prick," I mumbled. In spite of my hyper-
relaxed and responsive state, I found I was still profoundly 
embarrassed.

"Oh?" Judith Roth seemed to sit lean a little closer, more 
intent. "What does she like about it?" she purred 
insinuatingly. 

"She says..," I gulped. "She says it is so long and thick. She 
says she loves the way it goes deep inside her and fills her 
pussy up.""Really?" Judith said with interest. "I think I 
should examine this woman pleasing organ of yours ... strictly 
for professional reasons, of course."

"Of course, Doctor." My mind spun. Why did she ask that? Why 
did I agree? But for the life of me, I could not think of a 
single reason why she should not look at my cock. Well... to 
tell the truth, I couldn't seem to think at all. "Do you want 
me to pull off my pants?"

"Oh, that won't be necessary, David. Just relax, and let me 
take care of it. I'll just unbutton you at the waist..." she 
grinned, matching action to words, "...and unzip your fly... 
and pull down the trousers.... Oh my! You do look good in 
shorts," she said admiringly. "A nice firm belly with strong 
muscles." She trailed her fingers lightly down my abdomen. "And 
you have a nice BIG bulge there between your legs where a woman 
likes to see one," she smirked, as her hand moved from my lower 
abdomen to my crotch again. "I can understand why Ms. Archer 
was first attracted to you. Having a man next door with the 
kind of equipment you have would make any woman start to scheme 
about getting you between her legs."

As Judith said this, she began massaging me more vigorously. 
"I'll have to examine this more closely," she said as she 
pulled down my shorts. "Ah, yes!" she gasped, now visibly 
excited. 

"She says she enjoys it," I managed to say. Judith's touch was 
definitely arousing me, and making it difficult to think or 
speak coherently.

"I'll bet she does!" Judith agreed. "I see you do have the 
equipment to fulfill your neighbor's sexual needs. That old 
she-goat is actually quite fortunate. The mature woman, you 
know, is at the height of her sexuality. She has intense 
desires for sex and she needs frequent and vigorous intercourse 
to keep her cravings under control. Many men en her own age are 
well past their sexual peak and can't give her enough sex to 
satisfy her, so naturally she turns to younger men for the 
physical love she requires. Your youth, and strength, and size, 
and vigor must please her very well."

"Oh, yes. She brays and screams uncontrollably when we have 
sex," I murmured. 

"Of course she does. How many times a night does she get you to 
service her?"

"I don't really know," I admitted. "After the first time, I'm 
in sort of a fog. She sort of half wakes me up and makes me 
suck her tits. I think this gets me hard, and she rides me 
again."

"Yes, of course. She is still aroused after her first orgasm, 
and doesn't need any more foreplay. She just wants more of you 
and another climax." Judith now began directly stroking my 
penis. "Let me see how responsive you are." Within seconds her 
gentle but insistent touch had given me a full erection. "Just 
as I supposed," Judith said smugly. "You are aroused easily. 
Why you are getting an erection right now. You are clearly an 
over-sexed young man, too easy to turn on for your own good. 
Grace Archer makes you want it and uses your need to control 
you. You are in big trouble, my friend. You can never get free 
from a witch like that without help."

"Can you help me, doctor?" I begged.

"I believe I can," she answered. "But it will require a long 
series of treatments. This lecherous woman has you almost 
totally in her control. She has twisted your sex drive so that 
you crave domination. You need to be under a woman's control in 
order to have sex. Loosening the powerful grip she has on your 
mind won't be easy, but I believe I can help you if you are 
willing to start right away."

"Please do, doctor," I begged her. "Will the treatments be 
difficult?"

"It will take time," Judith asserted. "but I will succeed if 
you'll just let me have my way with you." I paid no attention 
to that phrase

"But will the treatment be painful?" I asked in trepidation. 

"Oh, no! In fact, I'll see to it that you will enjoy them very 
much. Just close your eyes and relax. This doesn't hurt, does 
it?" she asked and began to work my prick still more 
vigorously. 

"Ahhh...no, doctor," I moaned. "In fact it feels wonderful ... 
but ... you are making me feel so ... so horny. If you keep at 
up, you will make me ... want .... Well, I won't be able to 
control myself. I'm starting to want to be fucked. You're 
making me want to fuck you, just like she does ... but you're 
my *doctor*...What will I *do*?"

"Don't worry, David. It happens fairly frequently to men who 
come to see me. A man lies there on that couch and looks up at 
my breasts, or peeks up under my skirt, and it is natural for 
him to start becoming aroused. It is dark in here and he knows 
he is alone with me. He feels weak and vulnerable. He knows how 
easily I could seduce him and no one would know. He begins to 
fantasize about my taking advantage of him."

"Many men, in fact, get turned on just thinking about having a 
powerful, sexy woman like their doctor make them have sex. It's 
easy to see when a man wants to be seduced. If he's cute, and 
looks like he has the right stuff to make it fun for me, too, 
then I provoke him until he's panting with lust. Then before he 
knows what has happened, I hike up my skirt, climb on him, and 
give him some relief. Of course, I usually have to charge 
double for sessions in which I provide such 'special' service," 
she grinned. "Many men come to me for no other reason. They 
enjoy having a masterful woman put them down and fuck them 
silly."

"In your case, however, turning you on is actually the 
beginning of your therapy," Judith asserted. Then she stood 
up. "I want you to watch me carefully while I strip," she 
instructed, removing her jacket and beginning to unfasten 
her blouse. "Seeing me in bra and panties will arouse you 
intensely, David. You are going to become very excited, and 
then I am going to screw you ... really good. Having 
intercourse with me is the beginning of your treatment."

"But Doctor," I protested weakly. "This is just what Grace 
does to make me fuck her!"

"Of course she does," she replied. "All woman do the same 
things to men when we want them to fuck them. There haven't 
been any new ways of turning a man on invented recently," she 
chuckled, as she finished opening her blouse and pulled it free 
of the waistband of her skirt.

"But why do you have to fuck me?" I pleaded. 

"To free you from Grace's shackles," Judith explained, "I must 
take stronger control of your mind than she has." She slipped 
off her blouse and draped it languidly over the chair. My eyes 
were riveted to her voluptuous figure. "I will put you in a 
hypnotic trance that will make you do anything I say."

"I won't let you do that, Doctor," I objected.

"Yes, you will, David. I am going to use a drug on you that 
will destroy your mind's defenses against my control, and so 
permit me to help you. It is a powerful drug that will put you 
to sleep, into a deep sleep," she explained as she loosened her 
skirt and let it fall to the floor. She paused and struck a 
pose, her thumbs thrust under the waist band of her panties. 
"Shall I start giving you your medicine?" she asked, coyly.

"I don't know, doctor," I gasped. I seemed to have some trouble 
breathing while looking at her. "Is it a new and dangerous 
drug?"

"Oh, new it is not," Judith laughed. "Women have been using it 
to make men succumb for eons. It is dangerous, however. Men 
know and fear its power." As she spoke, she slowly drew her 
panties down and stepped out of them. "It is a drug which can 
become a habit, a drug that can make a man a slave to the woman 
who gives it to him." She moved nearer to the couch, swaying in 
rhythm to her voice, which had become a low sing-song chant. 
"But when a woman offers a man a dose, he can't help taking it. 
Men let women drug them because they enjoy too much the way we 
administer it," she grinned as she crawled on top of me.

"We give you the drug with our pussies, David," she intoned 
slowly, sensuously and rhythmically. "We secrete a mind 
controlling hormone from between our legs. It seeps in through 
your penis when it penetrates into my cunt," she continued as 
she slid my prick into her pussy. "It gets into your blood and 
flows to your brain," she whispered and began to ride me. "It 
makes you do what I say. You *like* this drug, David. You will 
come back for it again and again. When I finish making love to 
you, you will want me more than you want Grace Archer." 

A suspicion began to creep into my befuddled mind. "But then 
I'll still be in bondage, only to you rather than her?"

"That's her problem," Judith dismissed my question, without 
changing the tone or cadence of her voice. "Soon you will 
hardly remember her name, but *I* will have a hard-dicked young 
lover. After all, I am a mature woman just like Grace. I, too, 
have a voracious sexual appetite, which nice young prick can 
help satisfy."

"But Doctor," I whispered in feeble protest "You...tricked...
me!"

"'All's fair in love and war,' my pet, and this is both. 
Besides, I don't believe you are so sorry I tricked you. Look 
at the shape of the woman you're going to be getting," she 
continued, caressing her ample curves as she rocked back and 
forth on top of me to the primeval beat.

"From the moment you came in I could see you were weak and 
vulnerable, but scrumptious, an ideal target for a dominant 
woman. It was only a matter of time before one found you. Some 
are truly evil; Grace is not the worst. But don't worry, my 
darling. I'm going to take good care of my big boy. One of 
those bad women could hurt you if Mommy doesn't protect you. 
But from now on this beautiful prick of yours will be safe with 
me. I have a soft warm place in me to keep you safe and happy. 
Starting now, you'll be MY big boy!" 

Judith totally dominated my sensory universe. I could see only 
her, hear only her voice, feel only her body astride mine, her 
pussy devouring my cock. "You will loose desire for your 
neighbor, for any other woman, David. From now on you fuck only 
me ... only me..." She began riding me faster, more insistently.
"No other woman can make you come, David. Your orgasm belongs 
to Me! Surrender, darling, surrender it to ME!"

I must have had a huge smile on my face when I erupted inside 
her and sank into that soft dark world of nothingness.

To be continued in Chapter 3: All My problems Solved?

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