The Therapist Pt 3
Story Codes: MF, MM, Consensual,  Exhibitionism, Mind Control

The Therapist Pt 3
by Louis Friend

I looked into his eyes and could see the fear and fascination there. I looked familiar to
him but just as equally foreign. He turned his head to the side to get a better look. He
lifted his chin, looking down his nose. I did the same. It was hard not to.

  He didn't recognize that we were the same person. He always thought of himself as a
man but he didn't know that there was a girl inside of him.

  Me. I'm that girl. I've been with him all of his life. He's caught glimpses out of the
corner of his eye, as if I were standing behind him, just out of sight, but he hasn't
looked me in the eyes... until now.

  I'm Wendy. He's Louis. He used to call the shots, keeping me trapped in a well deep
inside of him until Dr. Herzog helped me escape. Since then I've been making my
presence known more and more in Louis' life. I come out fully when she puts him into a
hypnotic trance, yes, but there are other ways I make my presence known. If he
realized it, Louis would see that he holds his drinks with his pinky extended daintily.
He'd hear that his voice has gone up a bit in its pitch. And he'd realize that his mouth
waters a little bit whenever he sees an attractive man.

  I'll admit it. I'm a cockslut. I've got a voracious appetite for it. Every time the phone
rings at Louis' place, I get a little shiver down my spine, hoping that it'll be Dr. Herzog
on the other end of the line giving him his trigger word to release me from my
masculine bonds. When this happens, it's Louis that fades into the background while I
step into the spotlight. I feel like a star. I'm the center of attention at the Herzogs when I
go to their place.

  There are times, like this, where Louis is given the chance to confront me. To see
himself for what he should be. Tonight Dr. Herzog invited me out and let Louis see me.
It was time that he and I had a little chat. The more he tries to deny that I exist, the
more difficult it's become for me to come out, despite all of the hypnotic conditioning
Dr. Herzog has put in place for my ease of entry into the world.

  "Why do you resist me?" I asked him, my mouth forming a perfect little pout. I could
see this because he could see this.

  "I... I don't want you around. You're ruining my life!" he shouted. I noticed that he
avoided any sibilant sounds. I'd gotten him lisping ever so slightly like Cindy Brady. He
knew this because I knew this.

  "Am I really? Is that what you think? You've seen the world through my eyes and
lived it the way I want to live. Isn't that better? Haven't you had fun? Hasn't it been
super?" I just had to add that last part to give him a good sissy lisp.

  "No!" he whined. "I don't want any part of it! You're making me do things I don't want!"

  "Like what?"

  "Everything! The clothes! The way I act!"

  "The way you feel about men?"

  "Yes! Especially that!"

  "Oh, don't be coy. Don't try to tell me that you don't enjoy that. I've been with you all
your life. I know everything you've ever thought and all of your fantasies. I've been
there as you've jacked off thinking of the jock who saw you naked at the gym. I've felt
you get hard while watching porn, not because of the women but because of the men.
I'm simply doing all of the things you've always wanted to do but never would."

  Normally I'd be concerned if a patient of mine were having such a heated
conversation with themselves while staring in a mirror. Yet, this is exactly how I knew
this would happen. I had found Wendy inside of Louis during an early hypnosis
session. I could picture her as a little girl, a lost urchin starving and shaking from fear
hidden amongst trappings of macho bullshit that Louis had piled on over the years,
trying to keep Wendy repressed.

  I found the little girl and helped raise her, so to speak. I knew that her presence was
the key to Louis' personality and so many of the issues he couldn't resolve. How could
he? He was denying himself -- much like he was dong now.

  Tonight I hoped to resolve some of the conflict between the masculine and feminine
sides of Louis' personality and allow the feminine to win. I was sissifying him, giving
Wendy the upper hand. I didn't want to eradicate Louis from existence, rather, I wanted
to torment him with his own desires. Wendy embodied those painfully frightening
feelings and she was my greatest ally in this process.

  "Wendy, perhaps you should show Michael just exactly what he needs," I chimed in. I
could tell that they were at an impasse and I hoped this tilted the scales. My powers of
persuasion and hypnosis could only go so far, even with the farther-reaching hypnotic
triggers that had been set up by his Aunt when he was a boy. She was the person who
kept Wendy alive through Louis' sexual awakening and initial subjugation but her
training of Louis ceased when she had to move to the West Coast, leaving him adrift.

  Dr. Herzog knew exactly what I needed to do to show Louis that I was his true face.

  I heard the pleasantly familiar buzz from Dr. Herzog's intercom, letting her husband,
Charles, know that his services were needed. Or, rather, that he was needed to be
serviced. I've only had a few dozen men with which to compare him, but Charles was
my most favorite. I love the way he makes me feel. If anything, I think I have gotten a
little crush on him. I hope Dr. Herzog doesn't mind.

  I walked over to the center of the room with Louis walking with me. I tried to kneel
where Charles liked me to be but my knees were locked.

  "No, I won't!" Louis shouted.

  "But you want to," I said.

  "No, I don't!"

  I closed my eyes and thought of all the men that the Herzogs had introduced me to.
The wonderful feelings that they gave me and how they satisfied the cravings that I
had had for my entire life. I heard their moans mixed with mine. I felt the physical
feelings, yes--the hard heat in my mouth and pussy--but also the satisfaction of

  Into my hand I felt the hot hardness that I loved so much. It was like touching an
electric fence. The world stopped and a jolt traveled through my body. I opened my
eyes to see Charles standing in front of me, towering over me, his hand over mine,
over his erection.

  "This," I said, "is what you need. Can't you feel it? Won't you bend to it?"

  I could feel Charles's pulse pounding through his sex. My mouth was watering and I
felt my clit get hard in my panties. Moreover, I could feel Michael's resolve weakening.
He wanted Charles's cock. He needed this because I did.

  I sank now to my knees. Hesitant, shaky, but down I went. I trailed my hand over
Charles's sex, tracing the ridge around the head of his massive cock. I heard a groan,
looked to Charles, and realized it wasn't him making the noise. It was coming from my
mouth... it was Louis groaning, feeling the desire that burned inside of me... of us.

  Normally, I'd have had my lips wrapped around Charles by now but I wanted to take it
slow and easy to let Louis realize just how wonderful servicing a man could be; how
marvelous a cock is. I could feel my mouth watering as my fingers played across the
ridged surface, feeling the velvet soft mushroom head, running a finger down along
the underside of his tool to the base.

  I leaned forward and took in the strong heady scent of manhood. It was intoxicating.
My eyes closed as I moved closer, my mouth opening. Then I stopped and forced my
eyes open. I wanted Louis to see everything, experience it all. I looked at him in the
mirror with his own Charles there, cock standing at attention in his hands. As I leaned
forward, so did he. Our eyes were locked as we licked the tip of Charles's cock, tasting
the salty sourness of man.

  We opened our mouths wider and, likewise, Louis opened his eyes wider. I could see
the fright there.

  "It's all right," I thought to him. "I'll be here to guide you. You're safe."

  And with that, we took Charles into our mouth, feeling the bulbous head roll over our
lips and onto our tongue. The soft hardness filling our eager mouths. We heard him
moan and felt the satisfaction that comes with pleasing. This made us move our heads
further onto him.

  Usually Charles likes to put a hand in my hair and direct me as I suck him but this
time he just let me lead Michael through the experience. I wanted him to savor every
inch and every sensation.

  "I can't believe I'm doing this," thought Louis.

  "This is what you were born to do," I told him. "You were made for making men
happy. You were born to suck cock." With that, I leaned in even closer, taking Charles
as deep as I could without gagging. A few faint wisps of his pubic hair tickled my nose.

  I began moving my head back and forth along his shaft, slowly easing him in and out,
wanting to go faster but hesitant to scare Louis.

  Without warning, however, I felt my head moving quicker. It wasn't me doing this. It
was Louis. I smiled inwardly and knew that we had just made a breakthrough.

  A low moan came from deep within as Louis took Charles deeper than I had felt
comfortable going before. The hunger had him. He needed to feel more, to know what
it meant to feel that emptiness filled. Our throat worked, swallowing Charles as deeply
as we could.

  Charles joined with his own moan and swore under his breath as Michael worked his
cock like he was born to it, just as I had told him, just as I knew.

  Usually I can tell when Charles is climaxing from the forceful way he fucks my face,
pumping as deep as he can. But perhaps something about Michael's mouth was
different for Charles simply let out another low, guttural moan before unleashing a
flood into our mouth. This was Louis' first taste of cum and swallowed it down with
demanding thirst.

  Spent, Charles pulled out and I heard Michael say, "I want more." I knew that he had
joined me and I began to feel whole for the first time in a long time.

  "Wendy?" Dr. Herzog asked, "Is Louis still here?"

  "He's somewhere inside of me, Doctor. He's content and knows that I am the real
person that he always needed to be."

  She smiled and told me that when I wasn't called forth from Louis' subconscious that
I would be much more present in his life. More than fleeting effeminate gestures, he
would feel far more like the girl he truly is. I would be calling more of the shots. He
would feel my hunger and be a cockslut. He would be this way because I am this way.

Copyright© 2009 Louis Friend

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