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*****Fear of Women  Ff /Therapy

Im a practicing psychologist in a large profession office of psychologists,
counselors, psychiatrists,Holistic practitioners, massage therapists, and
hypnotherapists. We have inexpensive evening and weekend classes on yoga,
meditation, and other exotic therapies, we even have a priest, a minister, and
a rabbi that we can  refer people too.We seem to have all bases covered. But
every year we usually add one or two more therapists. We pride ourselves on the
fact that we are open minded in the attempt to cure or at least comfort
patients going through difficult mental ordeals.  Often my role in taking care
of   patients seems to be triage. That is, I talk to them, analyze them and
then decide which type treatment would benefit them the most.They may see me
several times in a long course of treatment here.I dont have much time to do
therapy. But I do do some treatment on a weekly basis, just not as much as I
when I had in my private practice downtown.

One after noon I was greeted by a patient named Peaches.I sat in my office
analyzing her statements. What I concluded was that since she had  several
rounds of drug therapy over the last 2 years for   depression and alienation,
she might benefit from touch therapy, modelling therapy, and perhaps hypnosis.

She also had counseling. So I decided to pair her with a roll model for
"Modelling therapy". That is, she would spend up to 3 hours a day 2x a week
with an adult counselor,usually a college student or a psychology  intern, both
in and out of our facility. We needed to reconfigure her negative thinking and
show her how to do things in a confident way, out in the real world of sho
touch therapy I recommended therapeutic massage twice a week (with aroma
therapy).
This comprised a large part of touch therapy.But the best was yet to come, and
she didnt even know it.

I asked her to wait while I ran to the zerox room to make copies of her report.
I heard strange noises coming out of the tiny 8x8  foot room. I pushed on the
slightly ajar door, and saw Ron and Barbra necking. Her skirt was hiked up, and
I could see she wore no panties, just stocking and a garter belt.He was feeling
up the globes of her ass. Then he turned her away from him so that she was
sprawled across the zerox machine. She was whining in agony, wanting to be
serviced. He took his finger and  played with her body orifices and clit. With
his other hand, I heard him unzip his slacks, he turned sideways listening for
footsteps, and it was then I saw his massive penis, it was not only long, but
very very wide. I much prefer a fat penis to an overly long one. While I began
to get wet and twitchy down there, he turned to Barbra bent over the zerox and
asked "You want it now baby?"  "Yes now Ron  hurry before we get caught, Im
dying I cant wait anylonger." And he obliged her. His hand grabbed his cock and
guided it into her pussy opening while the other hand was playing with her
clit, and pinching nipples. She wiggled, seeking an orgasm.
"Ron hurry," she implored, "someone might walk in here the door isnt locked!"
Suddenly the beast was all the way inside her and stroking. He had both hands
on her hips to help spear her even better.
In a minute or two both of them came, panting, and smiling. Barbra pulled down
her skirt and smoothed it out. Ron put his penis back in his pants and tucked
his shirt in. They stood  holding each other, trying to relax in the afterglow.
This is when I took off. I dont like to get involved in the private business of
our staffers. Especially funny business.

I went up to floor 2 and made my copies.

Returning to Peaches, I suggested we try some hypnosis this afternoon to plant
some suggestions in her subconscious that might help her. Some call this
"suggestion therapy".

Peaches was a college freshman -18 and not a virgin, in answer to my
questionaire. She volunteered that she had only had intercouse once with a
friendly boy from her English class. He had even used a rubber with out her
having to nag him.
They still have lunch sometimes, but neither was into sex big time. But Peaches
said there were so many nice boys in her class, she wanted to be "united as
one" with each and every one of them, to show her love for them. I told her it
might not be such a good idea and then said. "Dont you have any female friends,
you just named off 5 male friends."
Peaches replied,   "Well just my room mate Lollie 
and the girl across the hall. Some say she is bisexual, but I dont think so. I
only see mostly boys going in to her room. The only girls I see go in there are
the ones who ask her to help with assignments."
She made some nasty remarks about her mother and women in general. I said " You
really dont like women do you."   "No I dont"   I thought this might explain
her coming promiscuity. She needed to compliment her circle of friends by
having some female friends to balance things out. I thought and thought about
what to do. Then I remembered an exotic  treatment that hadnt been mentioned
much in the literature. It was nebulous as to legality, but if it cured my
patient, worth it.

I called the massage therapist and asked if she had any openings right now. She
did. "Peaches, I want you to go down the hall to room 16 for a massage."
"Can I leave my socks and panties on? Im shy."
To which I replied, "I doubt it, but ask the therapist.
Her name is Jean. Im going to give you a hypnosis session after the massage,
and I want you to be relaxed."

Well, an hour went by, and sure enough, Jean did have Peaches remove everything
to be completely nude. But Peaches loved the stroking and the beautiful scented
oils, and that made up for it. Besides she was turning into Something of a
libertine.

Out went Jean, and in came me. "How do you feel?
I want you to look at that shiny place on the ceiling and the sound of my voice
will make you feel even more relaxed than ever before. I did a guided
visualization, and told her subconscious   : women are nice, they care for you.
Your mother cares for you, you just need a little distance. And other things.
Now came for the new therapy I wanted to try on her. I pulled her down to the
end of the massage bed and removed the sheet from her lower half. 
I rubbed her tummy in big circles. Then I rubbed her mons. Then my finger
delicately stroked her clitorus, and went all the way in her vaginashe didnt
seem sensitive here. I parted her legs as wide as they would go, flayed back
the labia, and delicately went down on her. The little clit was flicking about.
Giving her an orgasm would not be easy. She moaned, and whimpered her
satisfaction and approval, but didnt try to get up because she couldnt--she was
paralyzed by hypnosis.I asked her "Does that feel good. Do you like that? She
eagerly shook her head, and grunted .  I turned her on her side and began
working my oily finger into her rectum. I massaged internally behind the
uterus, til at last she stretched out and writhed in orgasm. She softly cried
her release.My point in going down on her  was to plant the suggestion in her
mind that women are nice and can make you feel good and can take care of you
and they arent frightening, so you shouldnt fear women. This seemed to be one
of her big hangups. Letting her rest a bit, I   called her out of the trance.
Jean came back to get peaches up and help her get dressed. I went back to my
office and charted some notes in Peaches' file.. I was so horny from all I had
seen and done that day that I locked my door,put an anal vibrator up my ass,
lay on the floor, and rubbed my clitty til I came, I had to be careful not to
yell my climax too loud. it was just what I needed. I lay there for along time
savoring the feeling and the relaxation it brought, before I could get up. What
A great stress buster.

Next time I do a follow up on Peaches, I'll let you know how she is coming
along. 


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