Chapter 2: Chapter 2
Anastasia steps into the dimly lit coffee shop, her long brown hair cascading down her back as she scans the room for Dr. Kate Thompson. She feels a wave of nerves and anxiety wash over her, memories of the previous full moon still fresh in her mind.
As she weaves her way through the tables, taking in the cozy atmosphere, she notices a woman sitting in the corner, a steaming cup of coffee in front of her. She has a kind face, with gentle eyes that seem to radiate warmth.
Anastasia feels herself being drawn to her and makes her way over to the table.
"Are you Dr. Kate Thompson?" Anastasia asks, her voice barely above a whisper.
The woman looks up and smiles, "Yes, I am. And you must be Anastasia. It's a pleasure to finally meet you."
Anastasia takes a seat across from her, feeling a sudden sense of relief. She has been searching for answers, trying to make sense of her strange and bizarre experiences during the full moon.
And she has heard that Dr. Kate Thompson is the best psychiatrist specializing in sexual disorders, her last hope to uncover the truth behind her mysterious nighttime activities.
Anastasia takes a deep breath and begins to recount her experiences to Dr. Thompson. "Every full moon, I find myself in the same situation. I'm surrounded by my closest friends, engaging in group sex, but with no recollection of how it all started or why I was there in the first place. I remember the mind-blowing orgasms, the taste of each other's pussies and the sticky sensation of cum all over my body. But the details of how we got there, and what happened leading up to it, are shrouded in a dense fog. These strange occurrences have been happening for months now, and I'm no closer to finding answers. I've tried to ignore it, to pretend it's not happening, but the truth is that these experiences are affecting me on a deep level. I'm scared of losing control, of surrendering to my basest desires, and most of all, I'm scared of what it all means. That's why I've come to you, Dr. Thompson. I hope you can help me make sense of it all, and put an end to these strange occurrences once and for all.”
Dr. Thompson listens intently, her expression kind but firm as she takes in my story.
"Thank you for sharing that with me, Anastasia," she says. "It's not easy to open up about something so personal, and I want you to know that I appreciate your honesty."
She takes a sip of her coffee, her eyes never leaving mine. "From what you've told me, it sounds like you're experiencing what's known as 'behavioral night terrors'. These are episodes that occur during the night, during which a person may engage in complex behaviors, such as walking, talking, or even driving, while still asleep. In some cases, these behaviors can be sexual in nature, as in your case. However, what makes your situation particularly intriguing is the presence of amnesia, which means that you don't remember the events that took place during these episodes. Also, it’s social, it’s happening to you and other girls.”
Anastasia nods, her eyes wide with shock. "I had no idea that something like this was even possible. How can I stop it from happening?"
Dr. Thompson takes a deep breath, her expression serious. "There are several things that we can try. First, I recommend that you start keeping a dream journal. Are you having sex dreams regularly?”
Dr. Thompson queries with a raised eyebrow.
Anastasia bites her lower lip as she considers the question, recounting the vivid details in her mind with each subsequent full moon. “Yes, Doctor. I am.”
“Tell me about them are they lesbian in nature?” The doctor asks. “My dreams aren’t. I’m usually getting fucked by this hot guy I have a crush on. I’m straight, but because of these full moons, I’ve been with over thirty women now and only two guys,” I admit.
Dr. Thompson nods, taking in this new information. “It’s possible that your subconscious is trying to express something through these sexual encounters, despite your conscious preferences. I want you to pay close attention to these dreams and try to write down as many details as you can remember. This will help us to identify any patterns or themes that may be emerging.”
She pauses for a moment, her eyes narrowing slightly. “I also want to discuss the possibility of hypnosis. Hypnosis has been shown to be effective in treating a variety of disorders, including sleep disorders and night terrors.”
The barista brings me my coffee and in the foam is an image of a full moon. My pussy immediately soaks and I look at the doctor and she looks fucking sexually irresistible. Her cleavage is calling my name and I notice a tattoo on the inside of her boobs. Then the lid is placed over my drink and I snap out of it.
I swallow hard and take a deep breath.
“When you say hypnosis, what exactly do you mean, Dr. Thompson?” I ask, trying to keep my voice steady.
The doctor smiles, looking genuinely excited for the first time since we sat down.
“Well, one of the benefits of hypnosis is that it allows us to access parts of the mind that may be hidden or otherwise unreachable during waking hours,” she explains. “In your case, we can use hypnosis to try and uncover the root cause of your behavioral night terrors.
During the session, I will guide you into a state of deep relaxation, where you will be more receptive to suggestion,” Dr. Thompson continues. “Once you are under, I will ask you a series of questions, aimed at helping you to recall the events of these episodes. Ideally, this will allow us to get to the bottom of what’s been causing your nightly escapades, and in doing so, help you to regain control over your actions.”
I nod, feeling both intrigued and intimidated by the prospect of being hypnotized.
I have always been fascinated by the power of the mind, but I can't help but feel a knot of fear in my stomach at the thought of being in such a vulnerable state.
Dr. Thompson must sense my apprehension, as she reaches across the table and gently places her hand on mine, her touch warm and reassuring.
"We will take things one step at a time," she says. "First, let me teach you some self-hypnosis techniques that you can practice on your own.
This will help you to feel more comfortable and in control during the formal hypnosis sessions," Dr. Thompson continues.
I nod, feeling a sense of relief at this suggestion. I appreciate Dr. Thompson's thoughtfulness, and I am grateful for her expertise in this field.
"Great," Dr. Thompson says, smiling warmly. "Shall we get started?"
She leads me through a series of exercises, designed to help me enter a state of deep relaxation.
An hour later we’re in her office. She has me on the patient’s couch and she shows me pornographic images. I love the images of the men, and not of the women. However, when the images of women are accompanied with a full moon, I need to fuck they more than anything.
My breath hitches and my body reacts, my pussy growing slick and warm.
"Interesting," Dr. Thompson says softly, taking note of my reactions.
She continues to guide me through the process, her voice steady and soothing as she encourages me to let go of my conscious thoughts and allow my subconscious mind to come to the surface.
Finally, I reach a state of deep relaxation, my body feeling heavy and pleasantly numb as I drift into a dreamlike state.
I am aware of my surroundings, but my mind is clear and calm, free from the worries and anxieties that plague me during my waking hours.
"Wonderful," Dr. Thompson says, her voice barely above a whisper. "Now, Anastasia, I want you to focus on your breathing. Take slow, deep breaths, and as you do, allow yourself to sink deeper and deeper into a state of relaxation. With each breath, let go of any tension or stress that you may be holding onto. Let it all melt away, leaving you feeling completely and utterly relaxed. As you continue to breathe deeply, I want you to picture a full moon in your mind's eye. See it in all its glory, shining down on you with a warm, gentle light. This full moon represents your subconscious mind, and it holds the key to unlocking the secrets of your nighttime activities. Now, I want you to imagine that you are walking towards the full moon, feeling a sense of peace and calm wash over you with every step.
As you approach the moon, you notice that it begins to grow larger and larger, until it fills your entire field of vision.
Take a deep breath, and as you exhale, allow yourself to step into the moon. Feel its light enveloping you, filling you with a sense of warmth and security.
Now, I want you to focus on the events of your most recent full moon experience. See yourself surrounded by your closest friends, engaged in group sex. But this time, don't focus on the details of the act itself.
Instead, I want you to pay close attention to the emotions and sensations that you are experiencing. What do you feel in your body? What thoughts are going through your mind? And most importantly, why do you think you are there, in that moment, surrounded by those people, engaged in that activity?
Take your time, and when you are ready, I want you to begin to explore the memories that are hidden just beyond your reach. Delve deeper and deeper into your subconscious, until you come across a memory that feels particularly significant.”
I part my legs as I remember my emotions from the orgies. “I’m in awe of the feminine beauty. I’m happy. I’m sated by fulfilling carnal pleasure at these events.”
“So you enjoy these orgies?” She asks.
I nod my head, feeling a sense of pleasure and fulfillment wash over me. “I do,” I confess. “I enjoy being a part of these full moon events. I feel alive, free, and in touch with my own sexuality in a way I never thought possible. But I don’t understand why these experiences are happening to me, or why I can’t remember any of the details. It’s all so confusing.”
Dr. Thompson smiles warmly at me, her eyes filled with understanding. “That’s alright, Anastasia.”
She leans forward, placing a hand on my knee and then I realize that the tattoo on the inside of her cleavage is a full moon. She rubs my legs. “Do you feel like you want to stop going to these orgies,” She asks and I’m staring at the moon on her tits.
I bite my lip and her hand stills on my knee. I know she wants to explore my thoughts and answers and I also can’t lie to a professional.
“No, I don’t want to stop. I feel confused but fulfilled,” I finally confess, looking at her in the eyes.
Dr. Thompson nods her head, her eyes filled with understanding. “And that’s perfectly okay, Anastasia. Part of sex therapy, is actual sex.”
She pulls her tits out of her shirt. They’re beautiful, but I’m not sure I’d think that if I wasn’t under this hypnosis.
She removes the hypnosis over me and squeezes her tits together. “You don’t seem to like my tits when you’re not under the hypnotic spell,” she states plainly.
Her candor takes me by surprise, but I can’t deny that she has a point. I have to admit, I was quite entranced by her body earlier, but now that the haze of hypnosis has lifted, I find myself drawn to her mind instead.
“You’re right,” I say slowly, processing my thoughts out loud. “Do you think I’m being hypnotized into these orgies?”
I ask, my curiosity piqued by this new revelation.
Dr. Thompson shrugs nonchalantly, her voluptuous cleavage bouncing slightly as she does so. “It’s possible, but I doubt it. Hypnosis is a powerful tool, but it can’t make you do something that you fundamentally don’t want to do.”
I nod, digesting this information. “So, what do you think is happening to me?”
Dr. Thompson leans back in her chair, her eyes narrowing thoughtfully. She still hasn’t put her tits away.
"From what you've described, it seems unlikely that you are being hypnotized against your will. It's much more likely that these orgies are a manifestation of your deepest desires and impulses. And I would wager that someone has found a way to socially hypnotize dozens of young women."
She pauses for a moment, her gaze fixed on me with an intensity that belies her calm demeanor. "Anastasia, I want you to come over here and begin licking my breasts, see how you like it when you’re not hypnotized.”
My breath hitches as I watch Dr. Thompson’s nipples harden under my gaze. I feel a strange sense of arousal mixed with guilt as I crawl over to her, my body moving on its own accord. I’m not sure why I feel so drawn to her, but I can’t resist the urge to comply with her request. As I begin to lick and suck on her breasts, I feel a strange sense of empowerment, knowing that I’m doing this of my own free will.
My tongue darts out to taste her nipples, flicking against them with a fervor that surprises even me.
Dr. Thompson lets out a low moan, her fingers threading through my hair as she guides me to her nipples. Her grip on me is firm, but not painful, and I find myself sinking into her embrace, losing myself in the warmth and softness of her body.
“That’s right, sweetheart, just like that,” Dr. Thompson murmurs, her voice husky with desire.
“I thought you said you were straight when you’re not under hypnotic spells, you’re really good at that,” she says as she holds my head against her tits.
I pull away, licking my lips and smile at her, my pussy still dripping wet, “Yes, Doctor, I am straight. But, you must be really good at what you do to make a straight girl get turned on like this.”
“Will you lick my pussy,” She asks.
I’m momentarily tempted, but I’m under no spell and the idea sickens me.
“No, I’m sorry Dr. Thompson, but I can’t do that. I respect you as my therapist, but I’m not attracted to you in that way.”
She rubs my spit into her nipples. “It’s okay. I just wanted to see how far you would go without being hypnotized. So you’ll lick my tits, but not my pussy, interesting.”
Then suddenly, I feel myself being hypnotized. Images of full moons invade my mind and the doctor is spreading her legs and revealing her pussy. She has moons tattooed on her inner thighs. I can’t fight it.
I’m drawn to the doctor’s pussy like a moth to a flame, my tongue practically reaching for her clit on its own accord. I don’t understand how I can be so attracted to her, but my body doesn’t seem to care. I’m lapping at her pussy like a starving animal, my mind hazy and unfocused.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Just like that,” Dr. Thompson moans, her hips bucking against me as she grinds her pussy against my face.
I’m lost in a haze of pleasure, my own desires and impulses taking over as I pleasure her with a fervor that I can’t explain. I’m vaguely aware of the taste of her pussy, the musky scent of her arousal, but it’s all a blur, a sensory overload that I can’t quite process.
As Dr. Thompson reaches her climax, I feel a sense of triumph and satisfaction wash over me. I did this. I made her feel good.
“You’re a good little slut aren’t you,” She says as I smile at her.
“Thank you, Doctor Thompson,” I mumble, my words muffled by her pussy.
I pull away, licking my lips and trying to clear my thoughts. I can feel my subconscious mind resisting against the hypnotic spell, but it’s no use. The full moon has taken over, and I am powerless to resist.
Dr. Thompson smiles at me, her expression a mixture of satisfaction and amusement. “You’re going to be a lot of fun to work with, Anastasia.”
Then I’m suddenly laying back in a chair and I look over to Dr. Thompson who is sitting in her chair.
Did any of that actually just happen.
“Well I’d call that a successful session,” She says. “Have a good night.”
Dr. Thompson’s voice pulls me out of my thoughts, and I slowly stand up, my legs still feeling weak and shaky. I can’t believe what just happened. Did I really just pleasure my therapist like that or did I just imagine it? And how did she hypnotize me so easily?