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The Hypnotist's Couch

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A young woman decides to go to sex therapy to help with her inability to orgasm. her therapist is a beautiful older man. he is secretly a hypnotist, and knows hes going to have a lot of fun with his new sweet innocent patient.

Chapter 114: The Play Date

The afternoon sun poured honey-thick across the polished marble floors, illuminating dust motes that danced like tiny ghosts. Julian stood back, hands on his hips, surveying his work. The plush, sky-blue playmat was a soft island in the vast, cool expanse of the living room, surrounded by a halo of stuffed animals—a floppy-eared bunny, a smiling whale, a lion with a felt mane. The centerpiece was a large, worn-looking brown bear with kind, glass-bead eyes.

He heard her before he saw her—the quiet, sticky-soled shuffle of bare feet on marble. She was in one of his old, faded t-shirts that hung to her knees, her hair a messy halo. The blue silicone pacifier bobbed rhythmically between her lips.

“Look what Daddy got for his baby,” he said, his voice a warm, coaxing melody. He knelt at the edge of the mat, patting the surface. “Come see.”

Elise padded over, her doe eyes wide, and sank to her knees on the plush surface. A soft sigh escaped around the paci. She picked up the bunny, hugging it to her chest, making a small, contented noise. Her hips gave an absent, circular rock against the mat.

“Such a sweet girl,” Julian murmured, settling cross-legged beside her, watching with a clinician’s intensity. She was already transitioning, the simple stimuli—the soft textures, his lowered, soothing tone—pulling her under. Her fingers traced the bear’s seam, her rocking becoming more pronounced, a gentle, persistent grind. The thin cotton of her shirt and underwear did little to hide the growing damp spot.

He let her continue for a few minutes, letting the need build, letting her lose herself in the innocent motion. Then, with practiced gentleness, he guided her onto her back amidst the stuffed animals. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of her panties and pulled them down her thighs, off her ankles. The smell of her arousal, musky and sweet, bloomed in the sun-warmed air.

“Shh,” he soothed, as she stirred, a frown creasing her brow. “Daddy just wants to see. Look at this pretty little pussy. So wet for

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