Chapter 2: Building Tension
Dr Waits stands and begins to unbutton her dress.
She shoves down the sleeves, revealing her shoulders and a hint of cleavage. She sits back down in her chair, her arms still crossed over her chest, covering herself.
Justin's eyes widen in shock, his mouth going dry. "What are you doing, Dr. Waits?"
She chuckles softly, her eyes never leaving his. "I'm demonstrating, Justin. I told you, we need to take baby steps. And the first step is understanding that there's nothing inherently wrong with desire.
It's how we act on it or suppress it that can lead to problems." She uncrossed her arms, revealing more of her cleavage. Justin's eyes flicked down momentarily, then back up to her face, his cheeks flushing.
"But... but you're my therapist," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "This feels... wrong."
Dr. Waits tilted her head, a small smile playing on her lips. "Wrong, or just... unfamiliar? Sometimes, Justin, we have to step outside of our comfort zones to make real progress. And besides, I'm not doing this to arouse you. She let the dress fall the rest of the way off her shoulders, revealing a black lace bra that pushed her ample breasts up and accentuated her curves. She stood in front of him, her body on full display. I'm simply showing you that desire is a natural part of who we are. It's how we learn to manage and understand it that matters.
Justin's heart pounded in his chest as he tried to keep his eyes on her face. "But... but what does this have to do with my fantasies? With Carol?"
Dr. Waits sat back down in her chair, her body still on full display. "Everything, Justin. Everything.
Your fantasies are deeply rooted in your desires, and understanding desire is the first step in managing it. Now, close your eyes," she instructed, her voice smooth and reassuring. "Let's begin a simple exercise."
Justin hesitated for a moment before complying, his heart still racing. His mind was a whirlwind of confusion and arousal, but he trusted Dr. Waits. He closed his eyes, trying to focus on her voice.
"Good," she said. "Now, I want you to think about Carol. Picture her face, her smile, the way her eyes light up when she laughs.
Let that image settle into your mind."
Justin nodded, his mind easily conjuring up the image of Carol. Her warm smile, the way her eyes crinkled at the corners when she laughed, the soft curve of her lips. He felt a sense of calm wash over him as he let the image take root in his mind.
"Keep your eyes closed and let me know when you are completely calm" Dr Waits said as she stripped out of her panties and bra. Moving silently over to a door, letting a rottweiler in the room.
"Are you calm?" Dr Waits asked
softly. Justin nodded, his eyes still closed, the image of Carol firmly planted in his mind. Dr. Waits waited a moment before speaking again. "Good. Now, I want you to imagine Carol is here with us. Not in a sexual way, but just a simple presence. Feel her energy, her warmth. As if she's sitting next to you, holding your hand."
Justin hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath and nodded. He could feel the phantom sensation of Carol's hand in his, the familiar warmth and comfort that came with her touch. He let the sensation wash over him, his body relaxing slightly.
Dr Waits reached under the dog and began to stroke at the dog's cock.
The dog laid on the floor and let her stroke it.
"Justin, what do you feel right now?" she asked, her voice soft and gentle.
Justin swallowed hard, trying to focus on the question. "I... I feel calm. Safe. Like Carol is here with me."
"Good," Dr. Waits said, her voice approving. "Now, I want you to open your eyes, but keep that sensation of Carol's presence in your mind. Don't let it fade. I want you to see her when you look at me"
Justin nodded, slowly opening his eyes. He looked around the room, taking in the familiar surroundings, but his mind was focused on the phantom sensation of Carol's hand in his.
He saw Dr. Waits, standing by the desk, her body still on full display, but he didn't see her as she was. He saw her as Carol, her smile, her warmth, her presence filling the room.
Justin felt a sense of peace wash over him, a sense of rightness. This was what he wanted, what he needed. Carol's love, her presence, her comfort. Not the twisted fantasies that plagued his mind.
Dr. Waits nodded, a satisfied smile on her face. "Good, Justin. Very good. Now, let's take this a step further.
She leaned down and began to suck on the rottweiler's cock.
Justin's eyes widened in shock. He was torn between the vivid image of Carol's presence and the stark reality of what was happening in front of him.
"Justin, stay with me," Dr. Waits said, her voice soothing despite the scene unfolding before him. "Focus on Carol. Feel her hand in yours. Hear her laughter. That's all that matters right now."
Justin swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. He could feel his body responding to the sight, but he was determined to stay true to the exercise.
He closed his eyes again, taking a deep breath, and when he opened them, he saw Carol's face superimposed over Dr. Waits. He could almost hear her soft laughter, feel her warmth.
Dr. Waits took more of the dog's cock into her mouth as Justin stared at her, picturing his wife doing the act.
He could feel his body reacting, his breath coming in short gasps.
“Justin,” she said, her voice muffled but still clear, “focus on Carol. Feel her with you. Feel her love.”
He nodded, trying to force his mind away from the act he was witnessing. He pictured Carol’s smile, her eyes, the way her hair would fall over her shoulders when she laughed. He felt a warmth spread through him, a sense of calm and comfort.
“That’s it,” Dr. Waits said, pulling back from the dog and moving into a position in her hands and knees in front of the dog.
He saw Carol. He felt Carol's presence, her love, her warmth. He reached out, his hand trembling slightly, and cupped her cheek. She leaned into his touch, her eyes closed, a soft sigh escaping her lips.
Justin's heart hammered in his chest, but not with desire. With love. With a sense of rightness. He could feel Carol's love, her acceptance, her presence filling him, pushing out the darkness that had been festering within him.
Justin's hand cupped Dr wait's cheeks as he pictured it. Just the the Rottweiler reared up thrusting his swollen cock at her.
Dr. Waits, still in the guise of Carol in Justin's mind, took the dog's cock into exposed pussy with a gasp
that was equal parts pleasure and shock. Justin watched, transfixed, as the rottweiler began to thrust into her, his grip on the couch cushions tightening until his knuckles turned white.
The dog's shaft slid into her right up to the knot, as Dr Wait's shifted under it.
Justin's breath was coming in ragged gasps now, his body responding to the raw, primal scene before him.
He could feel his heart pounding wildly in his chest, his hands clenched into fists on the couch. But there was no desire, no lust. Only a profound sense of... rightness.
Dr. Waits—or rather, Carol, as Justin saw her—met his gaze, her eyes pools of warmth and love. She mouthed the words, "It's alright, Justin. It's alright," as the dog continued to thrust into her, her body moving in sync with his.
He was no longer torn between his desires and his guilt. Instead, he felt a sense of wholeness, a oneness with Carol that he had never experienced before.
Dr. Waits, still in her role as Carol, reached out a hand towards him, beckoning him. Justin hesitated for a moment before standing up and moving towards her. He knelt down beside her, his hand reaching out to touch her cheek, to feel the warmth of her skin.
"Justin," she whispered, her voice filled with affection. "It's alright. You don't have to fight this anymore. You don't have to push it away or hide it.
We can face this together, just like we've faced everything else."
Justin's eyes filled with tears, and he leaned in, pressing his forehead against hers. He could feel the warmth of her breath on his skin, the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. He felt a weight lift from his shoulders, a sense of relief so profound it was almost overwhelming.
He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, and for a moment, they just stayed like that, their bodies pressed together, their hearts beating in sync.
The dog's nails clawed at the doctor as it moved to drive deeper into her.
Dr. Waits's face contorted briefly, the image of Carol flashing for a moment before regaining her composure. She remained focused, her eyes locked onto Justin’s. “Justin, stay with me. Stay with me, Justin.”
Justin watched, his heart pounding. The scene should have been arousing, yet he felt no lust. Instead, he felt a profound sense of belonging, of being part of something deeper and more meaningful. He reached out and put a hand on Dr. Waits's shoulder, feeling the tension and strength in her muscles.
“Are you in control or does lust drive you right now Justin?" Justin took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving Dr. Waits's face. He still saw Carol, her familiar features soothing his turbulent mind. I think I am. It's not the same, Doc. I'm not... I don't think I'm feeling desire, at least not the way I usually do."
Dr. Waits nodded, her breath starting to come in shorter gasps. That's what we're after. We want you to learn to separate your desires from your guilt and fears." Dr Wait's breasts swung with each thrust of the dog's hips.
She was covered in sweat, her body glistening in the low light of the room. "Justin," she said, her voice strained, "this is you and Carol. This is your fantasy, reclaimed, made real. You're not the villain here, Justin. You're the lover, the witness, the participant. You're part of this, not a spectator."
Justin's heart raced, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, what he was feeling. He reached out, his hand trembling, and touched Dr. Waits's back.
"If you are in control you can take out your cock and stroke" she said, moaning as the knot pushed into her.
Justin looked down, he could see his cock throbbing hard and aching to be released. He took his cock out, it was harder than he had ever seen it, and he began to stroke it slowly.
Dr. Waits moaned and smiled, her eyes fluttering at the sight.
"Thats it, Justin. Let yourself feel it. Don't be afraid, let go of the guilt and just feel it. This is what your body wants. Let yourself experience it fully."
Justin stroked himself faster, his eyes locked onto Dr. Waits, who he now saw as Carol.
The sight of her, legs spread wide, taking the dog's cock, was intoxicating. He stroked himself faster, his breath coming in shorter gasps. He felt no guilt, no shame, only a raw, primal desire that he hadn't felt in years.
"That's it, Justin," Dr. Waits panted, her body moving in sync with the dog's thrusts. "Feel it. Embrace it. This is your desire, your fantasy. Own it."
Justin's cock throbbed in his hand, his body tensing as he felt the familiar buildup of pleasure.
He was shocked at how good it felt, how right it felt. It was as if his body was finally allowing him to experience desire without the burden of guilt or fear.
Dr. Waits—or rather, Carol, as Justin saw her—met his gaze, her eyes filled with love and encouragement. "That's it, Justin," she whispered, her voice soft but firm. "Let yourself go. This is your fantasy, and you're in control."
Justin's breath hitched as he felt the first waves of pleasure wash over him. He gritted his teeth, his body tensing as he fought to hold back, to savor the sensation.
I don't want to come yet," he gasped, his voice barely above a whisper.
Dr. Waits—or rather, Carol in Justin's mind—smiled, her eyes warm and encouraging. "Then don't," she said, her voice soothing. "Slow down, Justin. Take control. Feel every sensation, every inch of your cock, every pulse of desire. You're in control here, not your body. Make it last."
Justin took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving hers as he slowly dragged his hand up his shaft, savoring the sensation.
He felt a bead of precum form at the tip of his cock, and he shuddered as he spread it over the sensitive skin. He was in control, and it felt intoxicating.
"That's right, Justin," Dr. Waits—or rather, Carol in his mind—encouraged him. "Take your time. Explore your body. Understand it. This is your desire, your fantasy, and you are the master of it."
Justin nodded, his breath coming in shallow pants as he continued to stroke himself slowly. He could feel every ridge and vein, every pulse of blood as it flowed through his cock.
The dog was not thrusting savagely into the Doctor, periodically nipping at her neck as moans escaped her lips.
The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as the rottweiler pushed its way deeper into Dr. Waits' wetness. The air was heavy with the scent of sex and animal musk, intertwined with the lingering aroma of sandalwood and vanilla from the candles burning in the room.
Justin stared transfixed, his own body responding to the raw, primal scene playing out before him. He watched as, in his mind, was Carol, her body writhing and comfortably accepting the dog’s thrusts.
The sight should have been shocking, but in this controlled environment, where Justin felt safe and understood, it simply felt... right. He watched as her hands gripped the edge of the couch, her knuckles white as she met each thrust with a moan of pleasure.
“Justin,” she whispered, her voice soft but commanding, “How does this make you feel?”
Justin swallowed hard, his eyes locked onto the scene unfolding before him. “It’s... different,” he admitted. “I feel... in control.
I'm not overwhelmed by guilt or desire. I'm just... watching."
Dr. Waits—or rather, Carol in Justin's mind—smiled, her eyes softening with affection. "That's a start, Justin. A big one. Tell me, what do you feel? Not think, not analyze, but feel. Deep down, where your heart beats and your breath catches."
Justin closed his eyes, letting the sensations wash over him. He felt a warmth in his chest, a sense of peace and belonging. He felt Carol's presence, her love, even as she took pleasure from the dog's sensual assault.
He watched the dog hammering away at her, her tits swinging mouth open in a moan of pleasure.
He was acutely aware of his own cock in his hand, the feeling of precum dripping down his shaft. But there was no urgency, no desperate need to find release. He was in control.
Dr. Waits, in her role as Carol, looked up at him, her eyes filled with love and understanding. "That's right, Justin," she whispered. "You're in control. You're the master of your own desires."
Justin nodded, his breath coming in slow, steady pants. He opened his eyes, looking down at his cock, then back up at Dr. Waits.
Moving over to her he put his cock at her mouth and began to slowly push inside her.
Dr. Waits' eyes widened slightly, but she took him in, her lips forming a soft, warm O around his shaft.
Justin's breath caught in his throat as he felt the warmth and wetness of her mouth envelop him. He looked down at her, his eyes locked onto her gaze, and he saw Carol looking back up at him.
"That's it, Justin," Dr. Waits—or rather, Carol in Justin's mind—murmured around his cock. "Take control. Show me what you want.
Show me what you need.” Dr. Waits encouraged, her voice muffled but still clear around his cock.
Justin looked down at her, his heart pounding in his chest. He took a deep breath, his hand guiding his cock deeper into her mouth.
“I want... I need to feel connected to Carol. I need to feel like I'm not just a spectator, but a part of this,” Justin admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
Dr. Waits nodded, her eyes filled with understanding.
She withdrew slightly, her lips releasing his cock with a soft pop. "And how does this make you feel?" she asked, her voice gentle and encouraging.
Justin looked down at her, his breath coming in shallow pants. He felt a warmth spread through him, a sense of connection and intimacy that he hadn't felt in a long time. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as he tried to put his feelings into words.
"It feels... right," he said, his voice filled with emotion. "It feels like I'm a part of this, like I'm not just watching from the sidelines. It feels like...
like Carol and I are truly together again. Like I'm not just some voyeur, but an active participant in our relationship."
Dr. Waits—or rather, Carol in Justin's mind—smiled, her eyes filled with love and understanding. "That's exactly it, Justin," she said, her voice gentle and encouraging. "You're reclaiming your role in your relationship, reaffirming your connection with Carol. This is your desire, your fantasy, and you're in control of it."
Justin nodded, his eyes filled with unshed tears. I never thought I'd feel this way again," he admitted, his voice thick with emotion as he pushed is hard cock back into his therapists mouth. Long angry scratches from the dog covered her back. He looked down at Dr. Waits, her lips still glistening with his precum, her eyes filled with understanding and warmth. He saw Carol in her, his wife, his partner, his love.
She moaned around his cock as he trust it in an out of her mouth. The dog finished deep inside her, and turned around, they were knotted together. The sight of it send ropes of cum into Dr Wait's mouth and down her throat.
Justin watched as the dog's massive cock throbbed inside Dr. Waits, a knot forming at the base, locking them together. He saw the raw, primal power of the act, the primal connection between the two beings. And he saw Carol, her features contorted in pleasure, her body writhing beneath the dog, her legs spread wide to accept its possession.
The sight should have been a shock, a violation of everything he held sacred, but it wasn't. It was raw, primal, and in this moment, it felt right.
He pulled his cock out of her mouth, a string of cum connecting them. Dr. Waits—Carol, in his mind—looked up at him, her eyes filled with love and encouragement.
"That's right, Justin. Take it all in. This is your fantasy, your desire. You're not just an observer. You're a part of this.
Justin nodded, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he watched the raw, primal scene unfold before him. The dog's knot finally has gone down enough to slip out of her used cunt. He saw the cum leaking from her down onto the carpet.
The dog licked it's own cum from her and Dr. Waits’s body, the sight making Justin's cock twitch.
Dr. Waits stood up reluctantly, her body covered in sweat and cum. She moved over to Justin and put a hand on his cheek, her fingers smearing cum onto his skin.
"You did great, Justin," she said softly. "You stayed in control, you faced your fears, and you embraced your desires."
"I'd like you to ask Carol to stop by for a solo session in the next week or so." She moved back to her desk, her body on full display, but now she seemed less like Carol and more like Dr. Waits, professional and in control.
"What? Why?" Justin asked, his mind still reeling from the intense session.
"We need to ensure that Carol is on board with these new developments. She needs to understand what you're going through and be a part of the solution. This isn't just about you, Justin, it's about both of you."
Justin nodded, his mind still racing. "You're right. I'll talk to her." And in the meantime, I want you to focus on something.
Something that might seem small, but is actually very significant." Dr. Waits leaned forward in her chair, her eyes never leaving Justin's. "I want you to start appreciating Carol for who she is, not just what she represents. Try to see her as an individual, with her own thoughts, feelings, and desires. Not just as an extension of your fantasies or a symbol of your guilt."
Justin stared at her, his mind whirling with everything that had just happened. But her words made sense. He nodded, a determination burning in his eyes. "I will. I promise."
Dr. Waits smiled, her expression softening.
And remember, this is a journey, Justin. We'll take it one step at a time. There's no rush, no pressure. The most important thing is that you stay open and honest with yourself and with Carol."
She stood up from her chair and walked over to where Justin was sitting. She placed a hand on his shoulder, her touch firm yet comforting. "You're doing incredibly well, Justin. I'm proud of you."
Justin looked up at her, his eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Dr. Waits. I... I couldn't have done this without you."
Dr. Waits smiled warmly. "We've got more work to do but this was a great start." She said as she slipped back into her clothes.