Incest/Taboo Revenge of the Defrocked Psychologist

"Later, in bed, I did something I've always said woman shouldn't do, exchange sex for favors; I felt like I owed it to you. I'd told him about you, how much I liked you, that you were looking for work. Now I told him if he met with you, that the end of the day was best, and found you gig work his hot little wife would make it worth his while. He said, "Yes,' men do that when you're fondling their dick. Since I'm going to a conference this weekend how about Friday at 5:00?"

"Perfect Maria. I'm proud of you and the progress you've made. Now let's review. What will I do for you?"

"Create a safe place, a place where I'll lay down all responsibility, surrender all power, drop the veneer of respectability and professionalism, to serve myself and others with my body, my carnality, a place without hard decisions or difficult cases, where all I need do is obey. Will it be soon Dr. Baker?"

"Very soon Maria. And what will you do for me?"

"Obey, serve, surrender, trust."

"Good Maria. I have instructions for your subconscious. It will process them, absorb them, consider them its own thoughts and desires. Ready?"

"Yes, Dr. Baker."

"You have falsely believed you show strength by trying to tame strong personalties, but that's not strength, it's weakness, it demonstrates an inability to deal with strength. True strength would be embracing my power, molding yourself to it, submitting to it."

"I understand Dr. Baker."

Motioning her towards me I said, "Who has the power in our relationship?"

"You do Dr. Baker."

Slipping a hand behind her head I said, "What does that mean?"

She said, "I submit and serve," and brought her mouth to mine for a long kiss.
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Recalling last week's curiously vague description, when Dawn opened Dr. McMichael's computer the next morning she scrolled to the notes for my session. Dr. McMichaels had again let the session run long and while the notes indicated substantial progress, they remained unspecific and lacked personal information. Dawn made a mental note to keep an eye on Josephine Baker.
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It was Friday afternoon; the Blade Behavioral Sciences Building was near empty, the students gone, much of the staff had left early. The few remaining people were packing up.

There was an easy familiarity to it. I walked past the auditorium where, as a freshman I'd taken a class taught by Raymond Bier - one of those survey classes where you never meet the instructor, instead being fobbed off on a cadre of graduate students - but still, as did my friends, I had a crush on him. Some, interested, dropped by his office, but by then Maria had her way; he was safely monogamous.

I hadn't bothered, for I'd befriended several of the office staff - always a great source of information - and learned of Dr. Bier's Dionysian appetites, a child born within nine months of a marriage, continued philandering, eventual taming.

The door to his office was open. My name hadn't rung a bell, but he'd remember me. Men did. Five feet seven inches tall, 115 pounds, natural "D's" on a 34-24-33 inch figure, dress size two, dark brown eyes that could express anything from ingenue to whore, dark brown shoulder length hair, full lips on a heart shaped face; yeah, men remember me.

I knocked. He was gorgeous. A few silver hairs, but trim and fit in a magnificent Tom Ford light blue suit, cologne fresh and light.

There was a flash of recognition in his eyes; he held out his hand; "Raymond Bier."

Reaching for it I said, "Josephine Baker, I was a student here."

His handshake was firm and his smile, which had made generations of co-eds cream in their jeans, as radiant as ever.

"Yes, I recall. I apologize for not recognizing the name. Please take off your coat and sit down."

I did; what he saw was not what he expected. On my visits to his wife I'd worn a sweater, loose fitting pants, flat shoes, pulled my hair into a pony tail, minimal make-up. A carefully crafted up-scale bohemian look; I knew it and my fit slender body would appeal to her, cause her to let down her guard. That was the person she'd described to her husband.

Now he was seeing a young professional who'd weaponized her looks. My knee length black leather skirt, long sleeved black button-down shirt, and black pumps said I was beautiful, knew it, knew how to use it, didn't mind doing so. It didn't say come get me, it said if we get this deal done maybe I'll come get you and although you know I won't, you'll do th deal anyway, just for the fantasy.

There was no surprise on his face. I was impressed

"Dr. Bier, I appreciate your making the time to see me."

"My pleasure, my wife speaks the world of you. I'm surprised she didn't mention you'd been a student here. Did you stay in the field after graduation? What kind of work are you interested in?"

Handing him a resume I said, "I did. I'm a psychologist, although at the moment my license is suspended. Your wife was on the review panel, she talked the other members into lengthening the Board's suggested sanction, effectively putting me out of business."

Was I serious? Was this a bad joke? The look on my face indicated the former. Then I confirmed it.

"And no Raymond, I didn't tell your pretty wife."

Sliding my resume across his desk he said, "I'm not sure what your game is young lady, but I can't help you and I'll be informing Dr. McMichaels."

Reaching for my pendent I said, "Before you do, there's something you should see."
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In a deep hypnotic state Dr. Raymond Bier recounted his life, his account consistent with his wife's. When he, a professor, got a beautiful undergraduate pregnant he'd married her, but his resolve to be faithful didn't last much past the honeymoon. All those beautiful young women looking at him with love struck eyes; he wanted them all, had more than his share.

"Raymond darling, how long since you fucked a woman other than Maria?"

"Three months ago, at a conference."

"And I'd thought you'd been faithful. I'm proud of you. How often do you get it on the side?"

"Three to four times a year, pretty much at conferences. I'm out of town, run into a former lover, someone I can trust."

"A shame, a stallion like you, a few times a year in secret. You had quite the reputation as a cocksman, do you miss it?"

"Every frickin' day."

"I bet you do. Would you like to fuck me?"

"Who wouldn't, you're spectacular. My wife said you were pretty, but that was an understatement."

"I dressed down for her darling. Raymond, I'm thinking of a whole new life for you, a life where you'd have several lovers, including me. What do you think?"

"It's tempting of course, but I love my wife, my family, and don't want a divorce."

"No Raymond, no divorce, Maria would be part of it."

"You don't know Maria."

"Oh, but I do. I've been inside her head, like I'm inside yours. She told me about your history, about all the women who've known your bed. I'm going to help you reclaim that part of you, build a world in which it will thrive, all with your lovely wife's happy participation."

"How?"

"I'll create a new kind of family. Me on top, you a step below, the others subservient. Not slaves, but people who recognize that just as our natures are to be served, theirs are to serve."

A disconcerted look flashing across his face he said, "A step below?"

"Yes darling, you don't expect me to give up control do you, and in any case it's inevitable. Each time I hypnotize you your mind grows accustomed to obeying the holder of the gem. It becomes second nature."

He said, "Still, it's impossible, Maria would never agree...," then, thinking about their sex play of the last few days, said, anger in his voice, "What have you done to her?"

"I take it you like the changes."

"What did you do?"

"I got in her head, like I'm in yours, and you, like she, love the changes I've made, don't you dear. Your wife's life has been about service; she serves society's concept of the appropriate with her behavior, her clients in her private practice. She mentors young women, researches and publishes, is active in the community; devoted wife, doting mother, imagine the strain on her.

"I'm showing her a different kind of service, a service free of the demands of respectability, where stripped of society's strictures, she'll serve our and her own carnal needs, a place where she can relax and rejuvenate, ready herself to project a persona of casual perfection to the world.

"As I teach her to respect her own nature, I'll teach her to respect ours, accept that we'll never be satisfied by traditional monogamy. She'll become part of a new family devoted to serving our needs."

"What about Charles and Madison?"

"Don't worry, I'll handle them. Now I'm going to count from ten to one. At one your conscious mind will re-engage. It won't recall our conversation, but your subconscious will treat it as its own thoughts and desires. You'll also recall wanting me from the moment I walked in, willing to risk everything for me."
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At, One," he stood, walked around his desk, brought his lips to mine; his tongue, strong and assertive, entered my mouth. I ran a finger the length of his dick; his hand moved to my chest, covered a breast. I nipped his ear lobe, whispered, "You're going to love them darling, bigger than your wife's, even bigger than Dawn's," and with a happy growl he unbuttoned my shirt, moved his hand inside, said, "They're perfect." U slipped out of my shirt, reached back, undid my bra, cupped my heavy breasts, held them up. Raymond said, "So beautiful," brought his mouth to mine. Our tongues danced and dueled, frolicked and fought; his hands explored my breasts, fingers lightly running across the bottoms, up the sides, along the tops, avoiding my nipples until my nipples, throbbing with need, felt like they'd explode. He stroked them with his thumbs.

"Eeennnnyyyyyyaaahhhhhhhh."

Holding my right breast he bent forward, took my areola in his mouth, circled his tongue on the hard point at its center. I let out a groan, cradled his head, said, "Play with them, show me how you want me," and he worked nipple and areola with lips, tongue, and teeth, moved from one to the other, feasting on breast. Dropping my head, my hair swinging behind me, I arched my back, drove my breast into his mouth, dug my fingers in his short brown hair, held him as hyperactive lips and tongue made sweet love to my mammaries.

It was wonderful and while I knew I could enjoy this all day, I'd scheduled a phone call. To his disappointed moan I moved him from my chest, said, "Let's get this off," unbuttoned his shirt, pushed it from his body. My arms round his shoulders, I kissed him, this time less hungry, more intimate. He pulled me to him, my breasts crushed on his chest.

When the kiss ended I shook my head, straightened my hair, and turning to the office's expensive leather couch said, "How many co-eds have you fucked on that?"

"None. Maria made me get rid of its predecessor."

"Let's break it in."

We sat and I curled my body into him, held his chin, kissed his mouth. He worked the belt buckle and clasp of my leather skirt free, I shimmied out of them, wearing only heels and a lacy red thong.

His phone rang.

"Who is it my love?"

"Maria."

"Answer it."

"What?"

"Trust me."

With doubt in his voice he said, "Hello," listened, said, "You're right, Josephine's an amazing young woman, sexy, smart, charming. I'm sure I can help her. How is the preparation for your paper going..., oh, having trouble focusing, keep thinking about my dick."

As he spoke I licked his neck, suckled his nipples, kissed down his body, settled on the floor between his legs, whispered, "On speaker."

"Maria, let me put you on speaker."

He did and I heard Maria say, "Honey, I can't get your dick out of my mind."

Undoing his pants I wrapped my fingers on his shaft, squeezed; sticky pre-cum oozed out and Raymond, whimpering in joy, said, "I've pulled it out dear."

Twisting my hand on the shaft I drove pre-cum onto the crown, licked it, savored the strong musky taste, rotated my palm on the lubricated surface.

Maria said, "The other night, when I was sucking your cock, it'd been such a long time, I was afraid I'd forgotten how."

Raymond said "You were fine dear, you're a natural cock-sucker."

Voice delighted Maria said, "Really, well then I have a proposal. If you find Josie work I promise you an especially delicious blow job, a lot of delicious blow jobs. I'll stuff my face with you, swallow your cum."

I pried Raymond's shoes off his feet, moved his pants off his legs, kissed his cock, pulled back. A line of pre-cum stretched from my lower lip to his crown. Moving forward I slurped it into my mouth, whispered, "What she's doing?"

"What are you doing Maria?"

"Thinking of your dick, twisting my fingers in my pussy."

"Your cunt?"

"Yes, my cunt."

I stroked my nipples and Raymond said, "Maria, play with your nipples."

"Oh yes, feels so nice."

I twisted mine, Raymond said, "Harder."

"Eeennnyaaaahhhhhhhh."

"Harder."

"Yesss, eeeennnnnyaaaahhhhhhhhh."

"Harder!"

"Oh yesssss, eeennnnnnnnyaaaaahhhhhhhhh."

I stroked my nipples, grimaced as if in pain.

"Til it hurts."

"Oh yes, oh god yesssss, eeeeennnnnnn nnnyyyaaaaahhhhhhhhhh."

Letting a thick wad of saliva drool onto his cock-head I stretched my jaw, took him in my mouth, rotated my head on him, moved him around inside my face.

Raymond cried out, "Damn," and Maria said, "Are you thinking about your dirty wife, playing with your cock, does your magnificent tool feel good?"

His tool encased in my warm wet mouth, my tongue gliding on its head and shaft, he said, "Never better."

I reached between my legs, diddled my clit. Raymond said, "Maria play with your clit."

"Yes dear, oh yes, oh, oh, yes, it feels so good good good good."

"You wish you were here, on your knees, worshiping my cock, don't you Maria?"

Voice choked with need Maria said, "Yes."

I worked up his length, let him slip from my mouth, wrapped my tits around him, dropped another glob of heavy spit onto the cock-head, rotated my breasts on his shaft, lowered my head, swiped my tongue on him each time he emerged from the canyon of my breasts.

"Imagine me fucking your tits Maria, imagine me coming all over them."

"Oh Raymond, my god, my pussy's on fire. Raymond I'm going to, going to, going to come, going to..."

I swallowed her husband, moved tightly compressed lips and enthusiastic tongue down his length. He moaned, but it was his wife, squeaking in delight, who came first, obscenities tumbling from her refined mouth - "Yes oh fucking yes, oh fucking shit yes" - that would have shocked her sophisticated clientele.

He exploded; I drank his thick heavy semen.
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Sitting together on the couch I played with Raymond's cock as he said, "Maria, I want to thank you for sending Josie to see me. I'll enjoy working with her. She's such a sexy young woman, you sure you won't be jealous?"

Maria said, "I'm past jealously darling, a man like you should be surrounded by beautiful women. And Josie's wonderful, emanates strength, power, competency."

Raymond said, "Let's invite her to the house, throw some steaks on the grill."

"That's a great idea, but I'll need to discharge her as a patient first. I expect to do so during our next session. I'll ask Dawn to get her in as quickly as possible."

Raymond said, "Why not stay late Monday, see her after your last appointment?"

"Great idea. Will you let her know?"

"I will. Are you ready for tomorrow's presentation?"

"I will be, I needed you to take the edge off."

I squeezed Raymond's dick. I had edge to go.
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Raymond and Maria's home was beautiful and while the bedroom needed tweaking - I like mirrors - the large firm bed, bathed in the natural light filtered through the backyard's cherry trees, was perfect.

Raymond was between my legs, holding my foot, pressing his lips to my toes, teasing his tongue across the tip of each, rolling his tongue between them. He slipped my big toe into his mouth, sucked on it, grazed its pad with his teeth, gave the other toes the same treatment, slid his hands to my calves and, holding my leg, trailed his tongue along my instep.

"Feels wonderful, do the bottom please."

He dragged his tongue from my heel to toes, did it again, took each toe back in his mouth, sucked on it.

He had a talented mouth.

I said, "My clit darling," and moving forward he draped my legs over his shoulders, took a deep breath, imbibing the thick heavy scent of my arousal. I spread my pussy, touched my clit with a red nail.

"Right here lover."

Saying, "That's where they're usually kept," he gave it a sweet soft kiss, moved down, plunged his tongue into my pussy, was rewarded with a mouthful of sticky juice. Sighing in pleasure he swirled his tongue inside me, relishing my moans, my undulating body, then tilting his head forward lapped up my labia, slapped my clit with his tongue, slipped his tongue inside my sex, returned to my bright red clit, sucked it into his mouth.

Rolling my nipples between my fingers I said, "Professor, you belong between my legs."

He trapped my clit between his lips, sucked harder.

"Put your fingers inside me."

He did, and two fingers pumped in my sopping pussy as his tongue traced circles on my clit, then battered the pink nub with quick licks, added a third finger to the two corkscrewing inside me.

My body covered with sweat, my short staccato moans merged into one. Juice dripped from my pussy, the room stank of sex, and he kept going. The pressure grew, expanded, swelled. I was ready, ready to explode, needed to explode, and twisting my nipples cried, "Oh fuck yeah," went off, wrapping my legs around his head, shoving my pussy onto his face. Waterfalls of colors cascading in my mind I felt it, another orgasm, trapped inside, needing out.

Digging my nails into his scalp I said, "Keep eating me darling."

He did, lapping my clit, fingering my snatch. My body tensed, tightened, then, as if outside of time, it paused for the briefest moment before all hell let loose and I came, waves of thick fluid gushed around his fingers, my legs fell from his shoulders, I said, "Professor, fuck me."

He was on me. I grabbed his cock, held it to my pussy, pushed my cunt onto him.

He dug his arms under my shoulders, held me in place, drove his tongue into my mouth, but, used to his wife, slipped his cock into my pussy.

Not what I needed.

Tearing my mouth from his I said, "Professor fuck the shit out of me."

Growling, he slammed into me, drove me into the mattress, pulled his cock out until only the tip remained inside, thrust deep and hard. The animal in him, never buried too deep, returned and he grabbed my legs, lifted my ass from the bed, and, my feet on his chest, fucked me. I yelped my delight; Raymond bent my legs further back until my feet were even with my head, plunged deeper inside.

"Fucking god, fuck the shit out of me."

He powered into me, juice squirted around his cock, splattered his thighs; my pussy made sucking sounds each time he pulled out; my tits bounced; my sweat slicked black hair was plastered to my cheeks. Raymond, loving the sight of my writhing hot body, wrapped his arms around my thighs, lifted me higher, fucked me harder.

I'd wanted to fuck this man for years. Best to take my time.

"Raymond, put me down, I want to lick my cunt cream from your dick."

Raymond lowered me, I rolled over, took him in my mouth, sucked my juice from him. Raymond grasped my hair, moved me up and down his dick, slipped two fingers into my pussy from behind.

Rotating my hips on those fingers I let his dick slip from my mouth, licked his balls, then sat up, swung a leg over him, placed his cock on my pussy, impaled myself.

"Think about it, soon you and I will do it right here so your pretty little wife can join us. Kiss me."

Pulling me to him, he did. Groaning into his mouth I rode him, slid my hips back and forth, worked hot cock with tight twat. Hands on my hips, he moved with me. I dragged my heavy breasts across his chest; Raymond reached down, cupped my breasts, thumbed my nipples, dropped his head, sucked an areola into his mouth, ran his tongue in circles on it, the side of his tongue grazed my nipple.

Our frenzied fuck of a few minutes ago was the appetizer, this the entree. I closed my eyes as he feasted on my breasts, they merging with my pussy in a cauldron of intense magical delight. We fucked on, tension and joy mounting. I was a balloon, being filled, approaching my capacity, reaching my capacity, exceeding my capacity, ready to burst.

It was time for dessert.

Swivelling off of him onto all fours, my hands resting on the headboard, my wiggling butt facing him, I looked over my shoulder, hair across my face, said, "Fuck me."

He grabbed my slender hips, drove his cock into me. I braced myself, shoved back.

"Oh fucking yes, fuck my pussy."

His balls slapped against my legs.

My weight on a forearm I reached down, fingered my clit.

His hands slid under my body, mauled my swinging breasts, rolled my nipples, fucked me hard, gave me what I wanted, gave me more, for releasing my breasts he twisted his fingers in my hair, pulled my head back, said, "You sexy bitch."

"Fuck me stud, fuck me."

I squealed, howled, my cunt spasmed. I cradled his balls, squeezed; they quivered, tightened, and cum charged up his cock, flooded my cunt. My wails became incoherent yelps, my belly shook and shivered, lights filled my mind, sweat soaked my skin, my body was a bucking bronco over which I had no control until I collapsed, felt the soft cotton sheet on my overheated skin, dwelled in the sweet sensations permeating me.

Raymond said, "Can I get you a glass of water my love?"

I lifted my head, pushed the hair from my face, said, "Thank you, yes."

A talented lover, a thoughtful lover, my lover.
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I hypnotized Raymond on Saturday and Sunday mornings, found in him a ready-made subject. Already dominant, willing to experiment, profligate, happy with multiple lovers, happy to share lovers, there was no trouble incorporating his wife into his new life. The difficult issue would be his children, but I had time.

On Sunday afternoon, after a long fuck, I gave him the unexpurgated, non-G rated version of the material I'd submitted to the Board.

I'd prepared his mind: he read it, loved it, found in it a new kind of family, his kind of family.
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Upon arriving at work on Monday Dawn was surprised that Dr. McMichaels had made an appointment for me, was even more surprised that it was after working hours. When asked, her invariably professional boss bubbled that she, "Just wanted to help Josie get on with her life."

Dr. McMichaels did not make appointments; Dr. McMichaels did not call patients by their first names.

The surprises mounted. With ten minutes remaining in Patricia Patterson's session Dr. McMichaels buzzed Dawn into her office, where opening the blinds, putting on heavy red lipstick, pulling the clips from her bun and combing out her thick brown hair, she said she'd let Ms. Patterson go early, that I'd be arriving soon, that Dawn was free to leave. Dawn, suspicious and worried, said, "If it's no trouble ma'am I'd like to stay and do some research on your computer. It shouldn't take long, maybe fifteen, twenty minutes."

Maria McMichaels said that would be fine.
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In a deep hypnotic trance Maria said, "You'll create a safe place for me, a place where I'll lay down all responsibility, surrender all power, drop the veneer of respectability, serve others, satisfy their and my animal natures. A place where there are no hard decisions, no difficult cases, where all I need do is obey."

"And why can I do this for you?"

"Because I obey you, trust you, serve you. Will it be soon Dr. Baker?"

"Very soon. I've selected a partner."

"Who?"

"Your husband. I seduced him Friday night, we made love all weekend. He's perfect: handsome, great in bed, strong personality, someone you trust, and, like me, you owe him Maria. Just as you wronged me by shutting down my clinic, you wronged him by trying to make him monogamous. Now you have the opportunity to make up for it."

"I promise, I won't let you or Raymond down."

"I know you won't Maria."

"Dr. Baker were you there when I called Raymond this weekend?"

"Yes."

"Did I do good?"

"Very good."
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Josie and Josephine Baker being common names it took awhile, but Dawn's search eventually led her to the entry in the minutes of the Psychological Licensing Board suspending the license of a woman named Josephine Baker. The minutes, however, contained neither a photograph nor personal information. Was it her Josephine Baker?

She knew how to find the answer. Her boss' computer had access to the Board's confidential files and Dawn, who'd been asked by Dr. McMichaels on several occasions to link her to them, knew the password. She also knew she didn't have the authority to review them. She considered calling her fiancé to ask what he thought - she'd confided to him her concerns about Dr. McMichaels - but Martin, in medical school, was bound by the same confidentiality rules as she. She'd not implicate him in her action.

Dr. McMichaels and Dr. Bier had been good to her.

Dr. McMichaels was her hero, her role model. She wanted a career, a life just like hers.

Dawn would do anything for her boss.

Fifteen minutes later Dawn closed the link. Not only was the Josie Baker sitting with her boss the woman who'd lost her license, Dr. McMichaels was the person most responsible for suspending it. Josie Baker had not disclosed this on her intake forms or, as shown by Dr. McMichaels' session notes, since. Now the boss was acting strange. Dawn could bust into the office to denounce Josie Baker, but it would be clear she'd accessed confidential information. Dr. McMichaels would be required to report it; Dawn would lose her license before she got it. Even worse, Dawn's impropriety would discredit her suspicions of Josie Baker.

There was an alternative. Dr. Bier had access to the Board's confidential records. She'd tell him about the Board's minutes, his wife's behavior, Dawn's concerns. He'd follow up, find what she'd found, intervene.

She punched in his number, explained it to him. He said he'd check on it, be right there, asked her to stay to make sure his wife was okay, asked she keep it confidential.
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