I sat nervously on the sofa, and pushed a lock of my blonde hair over an ear with one gloved hand. Then I let the hand drop to my lap. I was wearing a full-skirted 50s style black dress with white polka dots. Underneath were 4 layers of petticoats; one swished across my stockinged thigh as I crossed my legs, placing both hands primly on one knee.
"Doctor", I gulped, "I do hope you can help me. I am in a terrible predicament"
The man sat next to me was not wearing a white coat. He was in fact wearing a bathrobe. I'd suggested he stay fully dressed when I went to his bathroom to change into my fem persona, but when I returned he had divested himself of his clothing anyway, and now sat with the thick towelling bathrobe wrapped around his body; a bulge in his lap evidence that he was already aroused by my attire. I parted my red lipsticked lips and darted my tongue out to dance about them before taking a slow breath. I blinked languorously at him, and the bulge twitched.
He coughed, "What, uh, what is the problem?"
His rather effort-free contribution was fine, I was here to play the part after all. I pouted and quivered my bottom lip in distress.
"Well, last week I visited a therapist. To help me give up smoking, you know. I should have known there was something not quite right with him. The way he looked at me..."
I broke off, frowning, and squirmed a little in my seated position. I tutted and reached down to the hem of my skirts. I pulled up the skirt and the petticoats underneath them, up my thigh until my left stockingtop was visible. The front suspender clasp was not attached (and to be honest it hadn’t been since I was in the bathroom). I tutted again and stood up.
"I'm terribly sorry about this, Doctor, just give me one second to adjust my nether garments" I said, lifting my left leg. I placed my pretty foot, in its black ankle strap stiletto, onto the coffee table and dragged my skirts up and in, bunching them at the top of my thigh, revealing the length of my stockinged leg. His eyes bulged almost as much as the twitching lump under his bathrobe as I ran my satin-gloved hand up my leg from ankle to thigh, and then with practiced ease reattached the suspender strap. Then I smiled sweetly at him and sat back down in a swoosh of skirts. I raised a finger to my lips, as if recalling what I had been talking about, then nodded and continued.
“So as I was saying, the way he looked at me was...well, he wasn’t what you’d call a paragon of professionalism. He reminded me of one of those cartoon wolves who whistle and jump up and down and bang themselves in the head with frying pans when they see a pretty chorus girl. But, you know, he was cheap. And I was spending an absolute fortune on Silk Cut Silvers! So I let him put me into a trance. Oh Doctor, that was a terrible mistake!"
The man on the sofa was staring at my hands, now nervously bunching my skirts and then releasing them, giving glimpses of my knees each time. I crossed my legs again and sat back; the hem rode up and I idly moved one foot up and down slightly as I spoke; his eyes were fixed on my gently bobbing heel.
"He put me into a deep trance state of suggestion, and he - he - oh doctor, he inserted some sort of irrefusable mental conditioning into my mind. Essentially, whenever someone says a certain code phrase, I become totally passive and obedient, I am in complete thrall to them. I am compelled to do whatever they instruct me to, however depraved it is. And when I am not given any instructions, I cannot move, I cannot speak. I just lie or sit or kneel, immobile, until I am posed or told to move or do something or say something"
He licked his lips, obviously thinking hard about the implications of what I was telling him. I paused and patted one dainty hand onto his thigh for a moment, sighing in distress. And then I let him have it.
"Oh doctor, he turned me into a helpless human fuckdoll! The things he ordered me to say, oh my word! I begged him to...debase me. And the things he made me do! Filthy, sluttish things. Deeply, deeply sexual things. He ordered me to do things for him with my hands, and with my ...my mouth. He even made me put my tongue right up his-oh, I can’t say it!”
I paused for dramatic effect, the back of my hand raised to my forehead. And then I leaned to one side and thrust my other hand into my purse, which was on the floor next to the sofa. It emerged holding an improbable but rather lovely oriental fan, which I snapped open to wave at my blushing cheeks.
"Oh Doctor, it was awful!" I exclaimed, with an expression so salaciously suggestive it rather contradicted my verbal declaration.
"And then he ordered me to lie down, and I couldn't resist his command. I was compelled to obey, like I was a robot girl instead of a human girl with a choice in the matter. I did it. And then as I lay there, unable to move, he lifted my skirts, um...here, let me show you - like this-"
I raised my skirts up until they were bunched around my waist and my pink lace panties were visible. The man gulped and leaned forward, breathing heavily as my legs were bared for him, twin stockingtops gripped by the straps of my basque, framing my pink lacy panties and my delicate little mound underneath.
"-and he spread my legs, pulled my panties aside...and he took me, Doctor. He mounted me like I was a whore he had paid for, and he used me like a slutty little bitch for what seemed like hours. And I couldn't move, because of the mesmerism, you know. Yes, that was totally a thing. Honestly, I wanted to protest but obviously all it takes is 30 seconds of swinging a watch about and anyone can be Rasputin. I swear - all I could do was moan quietly as his thrusts pushed me back and forth on the bed and take that lovely big dick hard and fast like the fuckdoll he had made me into. In and out, in and out, deep and hard, like a beast, he pounded me into the mattress, you know, he really broke me in good and proper!"
He was breathing hard now, and no wonder. I was getting quite flushed myself, to be honest. I decided I'd better finish the preamble quickly, else the poor man would be jizzing into his towelling.
I let my skirts fall back and reached over into my purse again.
"And after he had finished taking his pleasure from me, and he’d spent himself deep in me with one final groaning, shuddering thrust, you know, really filled me up he did, he must have been backed up for six months, the amount of spunk he pumped into my belly, and his balls looked like walnuts after he pulled out... Where was I? Oh yes, after all that, before he said the code phrase which turned my mind-control off, he implanted a powerful subconscious command which prevents me from going to the police or any authority capable of punishing anyone who uses the code phrases. So that's handy for you-for him, I mean"
How I kept a straight face for that part was beyond me, but it was a nice touch, I thought, as I opened my purse. No loopholes in the fantasy. I brought out a piece of paper.
"And so I've come to you to see if you can help me. Can you, Doctor? Can you break this terrible mental conditioning that turns me into a helpless obedient fuckdoll for anyone who says the phrase? It's here on this piece of paper, along with the deactivation phrase"
I handed him the piece of paper. He looked at it, breathing hard, and licked his lips. He looked up at me, and I smiled innocently, blinking at him.
"Oh, it's not your day, is it?" he said, and as my eyes widened and I tried to stay in character and not giggle, he looked down at the paper and continued "...KATEY: FUCKDOLL!"
Instantly I moaned in fake dismay and dropped to the floor onto my knees, twisting to face him as smoothed out my skirts and knelt back on my ankles. Placing my hands submissively on my thighs, I raised my head and opened my mouth as he stood and pulled open his robe to reveal his hard cock jutting out proud and hard, as he loomed over his helpless new fuckdoll.
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