Incest/Taboo Revenge of the Defrocked Psychologist

"Maria, do you remember the Family Therapy Clinic?"

"Yes, we talked about it, it was your clinic, I shut it down, I'm so sorry."

"I know you are and you'll soon have the opportunity to make amends. In a few minutes, I'll restore your conscious mind, then your husband will explain to you it was my clinic you closed, my license you suspended. You'll feel horrible, want to make up for it anyway you can, be completely in my debt."

"As I should be Dr. Baker."

"Yes, as you should be Maria. Raymond will also give a fuller version of the report I prepared regarding the clinic and its work, the report you didn't read. Now you will, and when you do you'll see in it the answer to your deepest most private desires, the safe place we've talked about, a place where you'll drop the veneers of respectability and professionalism, lay down all responsibility, surrender all power, do as I command."

Maria said, "Yes Dr. Baker," as my phone beeped. It was Raymond's tone. He knew I was with his wife, preparing her for her new role in our lives. It must be important.

I opened my phone to read: "Dawn suspects something is going on between you and Maria. I'll be right there; I asked her to stay until I arrived."

Fuck, Dawn was here? The bitch said she was leaving early.

I checked my watch, there was time. I planted my instructions in Maria's subconscious, directed her to wait in her office for her husband, walked her out of her trance, stepped into the outer office, where Dawn said, "Where's Dr. McMichaels?"

"Finishing her notes."

Tone concerned, Dawn said, "I'm going to check on her," then, tone pained, said, "What's that?"

"A pendant, isn't it lovely."
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I said to the hypnotized Dawn, "What made you suspicious?"

She told me about the cursory notes, the long sessions, the rescheduling, Maria talking about, treating me like no other patient.

I'd been sloppy.

We moved on. Dawn told me about discovering my suspension, accessing the Board's confidential files, determining my identity, calling Dr. Bier.

"Did you share this information with anyone else?"

"I've told my fiancé about my general concerns, but the only people I've told what l learned tonight are you and Dr. Bier."

"Dawn that was impressive investigative work. I admire your attention to detail and devotion to Drs. Bier and McMichaels."

"Thank you Dr. Baker. I'd thought you'd be angry."

I thought, fuck yes I'm angry. This busy-body bitch could have screwed everything up. She'd gone behind my back, lied to me, reviewed my confidential files. It was none of her fricking business, this was between Maria and me.

I said, my voice even and unemotional, "No Dawn, in fact you've shown you deserve to be told the truth. I'll have Dr. Bier and Maria meet with you and explain everything. How about," - I'd need a few days for my instructions to sink in - "Thursday evening?"

"That's open."

"Good, til then tell no one about this."

"Of course not Dr. Baker."

The door opened; it was Raymond. I nodded, he moved behind me, slipped an arm around my waist, said, "Hello my love. How's Dawn?"

I said, "She's under control," turned my head, kissed his lips. "Your wife is waiting inside, primed to learn all the Family Health Clinic and its wonderful programs. I'll join you after finishing here."
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After taking control of Maria and Raymond I'd planned to address their children; Madison would be home in less than a month. But while I could erase memories of what happened during hypnosis, I couldn't erase existing memories. Dawn knew too much, I had to deal with her and her fiancé now. Not that I minded, they'd make scrumptious additions to the family.

My approach works by assimilating a prominent aspect of a person's personality, then using it to redirect his or her priorities. It's the Stockholm Syndrome of hypnosis. You make an important part of a person's core-identity adopt your agenda, the rest follows. There's no need to rummage in the nooks and crannies of a person's psyche searching for hidden keys, you employ the aspects of a person you notice on first meeting. With Raymond it had been his intense, if suppressed, sex drive. With Maria, her desire to serve and conform. With Dawn it would be the plinth she'd erected for Maria and Raymond.
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"Dawn you think the world of Dr. Bier and Dr. McMichaels, don't you."

"Yes. If I have a career and life half as amazing as theirs I'll be happy."

"I bet you even have a crush on Dr. Bier."

With a sly smile, "I do."

"We all did He's got it all, urbanity, smarts, and an intense sexual side we women can sense."

Another sly smile, "Oh yes."

"We women say we want sweet gentle lovers, and we do, but we also want powerful dominant lovers who push us past our boundaries. It's so hot when a guy takes what he wants, delivers sex that's over-the-fricking-top physical, no worrying about feelings, just fucking."

"Yeah," with a purr to her voice.

"What kind of lover is your fiancé Dawn?"

"Good, but sweet and gentle."

"Only sweet and gentle?"

"Yeah."

"Dawn, you're going to start thinking about, fantasizing about, wanting an aggressive lover, a strong lover who'll dominate you, rattle your bones, shake your teeth, could care less if you come, which will make you come all the harder."

A softly murmured, "Yes Dr. Baker."

"Someone like Dr. Bier."

"Oh yes."

"Good, you trust and respect him and Dr. McMichaels. You want to emulate them, follow their example, accept their guidance, know they'd never mislead you."

"No, they wouldn't."

"And if they trust me, you trust me."

"Yes Dr. Baker."

"One of the things that made you suspicious of me was the way Dr. McMichaels catered to me, deferred to me. You've never seen her do that before, have you Dawn?"

"No."

"And you want to be just like her, don't you Dawn?"

"Yes."

"In fact, if someone as amazing as Dr. McMichaels caters to me, defers to me, what should you do?"

"Cater to you, defer to you."

"And if I tell you to do something, you should obey."

A moment's hesitation, then, "Yes, I should obey."

"See how easy it is Dawn. I'm going to let you in on a secret. I seduced Dr. Bier, he's mine. I'm also in Dr. McMichaels' mind, like I'm in yours. Like you, she believed in monogamy, but with my help she's changing, recognizing the old rules don't apply, that she needs several partners, sweet men, dominant men, sweet women, dominant women like me. And you want to be just like her, don't you Dawn?"

She said, "Yes Dr. Baker," but with equivocation in her voice.

"What's your concern Dawn?"

"It's just that..., I do believe in fidelity and not that you're not beautiful Dr. Bier, but I'm not into woman."

Thinking this could be fun I said, "You're a modern girl Dawn, you certainly don't think there's something wrong with it. A person should be able to get their sexual kicks anyway they want. In fact, sometimes a person isn't even aware of their desires, they let morality and hang-ups get in the way. After all, that's what you and I do, help people get in touch with their natures."

"Yes, of course."

"I'm going to help you do that Dawn. We'll expand your horizons. What woman do you respect most in the world?"

"Dr. McMichaels."

"We'll start with her. Do you think she's pretty?"

"Yes, very much."

"Dawn, you'll find yourself attracted to her, increasingly attracted to her, think you shouldn't, try to fight it. She'll perceive what you're going through, move to seduce you. You'll feel uncomfortable at first, put up some resistance, but with your respect for her, with your libido on overdrive, you'll give in and you'll love it. Once you accept one woman as a lover, you'll be ready for more. That's when I'll turn you into a total lesbo-slut."

She said, "I understand Dr. Baker," but there was discomfort in her voice; her aversion to lesbian love deeply ingrained.

This should be fun.

"Let's review what we learned tonight. You want to emulate Drs. Bier and McMichaels, accept their guidance."

"Yes."

"Your true sexual desires, like Dr. McMichaels', are wide and far ranging, the good little girl in you might call them depraved. You'll overcome your moral qualms abut fidelity, find yourself aroused by, turned on by, wanting dominant lovers like Dr. Bier."

"I understand Dr. Baker."

"Dawn, it's time for you to head home. Start counting from ten to one, pack your stuff up, at one you'll be locking the door behind yourself and your conscious mind will re-engage. It will not recall this conversation, it will be absorbed by your subconscious as its own thoughts and desires. You will recall Dr. Bier arriving, going in to see his wife, me leaving, leaving yourself, sure that everything will turn out fine."

I entered the inner office and Dawn turned off the computer and said, "Ten."
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My report was open on Maria's desk. Maria was naked, kneeling before the couch, sucking her husband's dick.

Gesturing to the report I said, "I take it she liked it."

Raymond said, "Loved it, about half-way through decided to start making amends."

Maria slipped her mouth off Raymond's cock, licked it from base to crown, did it again, stood, and animal desire in her eyes turned to me and said, "Dr. Baker, Raymond explained it was your clinic I closed, I'm the reason you're unemployed, then he gave me your report, the one I'd refused to read. You were doing amazing work. I've done a terrible thing, please let me make it up to you."

I moved my hand to the back of her neck and my tongue invaded her mouth; I could taste her husband's dick on her lips. When the kiss ended I said, "Don't worry Maria, you'll get every opportunity for penance, now go take care of your husband," dropped to my knees, swallowed Raymond.

Maria crawled onto the couch and facing me, her back to her husband, straddled his legs, her swollen sex, showing the pink flesh within, floating before my face. I moved up so only the cock-head remained in my mouth and she pressed her sex to his shaft, her pussy lips wrapped around him, and coating him with her wetness slid her hips up to my mouth.

Releasing her husband I swept my tongue on her wet slit, licked her swollen clit - it had pushed aside its hood - slid Raymond back into my mouth, slathered attention on his knobby cock-head, savored the steady flow of pre-cum, let him slip back out, licked Maria from perineum to clit, wrapped my lips around her inflamed pink nub, sucked hard.

"Ohhhhhh... uuuhhhhmmm... yessssssss..."

Dick sandwiched between mouth and cunt, Raymond fucked us both with a slow thrusting movements until Maria raised herself, centered her vagina on Raymond, and he gradually dilated her fuck-hole. Twirling my tongue on her clit I watched her pussy stretch as inch after inch of him moved inside until, sighing like a stuffed pig, she was fully impaled.

I said, "Fuck her my love, fuck her."

Reaching around, covering Maria's breasts with his hands, Raymond did. Maria whimpering, "Ummm... ohhhh... uhnhhh...," moved with the rhythm of his thrusts. I dropped my mouth, licked sucked nipped the soft skin of her thighs. Maria placed a hand on my head, the other on her pussy, pressing two fingers to Raymond's shaft as it slid in and out until, losing her balance, his cock popped free.

I grabbed it, licked up the savory sweet juices coating it, pressed it to Maria's fuck-hole with the flat of my tongue. Face contorted with pleasure, eyes full of lust, moaning, "Ahhhhhh... more... more... harder... harder...," she took him back into her body and they fucked with increasing ferocity. When their combined juices foamed at the base of his cock I gobbled them down, licked up the shaft to Maria's pussy, slapped her clit with my tongue. Voice sodden with depraved lust Maria said, "Oh Dr. Baker, make me the perfect fuck-toy."

Raising myself on my knees I said, "Slut, have you ever tasted pussy?"

"No."

I jammed a finger into my sex, brought it to her mouth. She sucked on it like a hungry child, said, "Delicious."

"Lucky for you, you'll be spending a lot of time between my legs."

"Yes, oh god yes."

I lowered my head, licked Raymond's balls, continued dipping my fingers into my sex, holding them up, taunting Maria as she licked them clean.

"More, do you want more?"

"Yes please, more yes. I love pussy."

You'll do anything for pussy?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Seduce that minx Dawn, add her to the family where your husband and I will fuck her?"

"Yes Mistress."

At that thought, at the prospect of adding that big-titted sex kitten to the stable, Raymond moaned, his balls tightened, and saying, "Oh fuck yessssss, I'm goinggg... comminnggggg... anhhhhhhhhhhh," he exploded, filling his wife with seed. As he did Maria orgasmed, yelped, "Ohhhhh, yessssssssssssssssss," shook and wriggled. Soon they were both slumped back on the couch, Maria's flushed body sprawled atop Raymond, their combined juices seeping from her sex to my waiting tongue.
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On Thursday evening Dawn, right on time, stepped into Maria's office for her meeting with Maria and Raymond, saw my necklace twisting in the light, slipped into a trance.

She was wearing a jacket, presently unbuttoned, and a sleeveless tank top that displayed both her impressive cleavage and, stopping several inches short of her tight jeans, toned flat belly. With the jacket buttoned up she was appropriate; with it open she was halfway to tart.

Our girl had been bad.

"Precious, tell me about your sex life these past two days."

With a naughty smile she said, "Dr. Baker, when I left here Tuesday I was crazy aroused. I called Martin on the way home, invited him for dinner in a tone that left nothing to the imagination, changed into a tight top and leggings, simple and sexy, cooked shrimp stir fry, his favorite, let the spicy aroma fill my apartment.

"By the time we were done eating I was beyond ready, but he wanted to rinse the dishes - he's a fanatic about food drying on plates - then asked me to lay down and started massaging my back."

There was frustration in her voice.

"How was it?"

"Dr. Baker he gives wonderful massages, but that wasn't my mood. Patient considerate sex is great, and Martin's great at it, but sometimes a girl needs to be fucked, jack-hammer back-bending fucked, fucked silly, fucked til her teeth shake. That's what I needed."

"So what did you do?"

"I rolled over and said, 'Honey, I need you inside me.' He got between my legs, missionary position. He's got a good-sized dick, knows how to use it, but it was the usual, rotating his hips, grinding into me, letting me take the lead, waiting on my reactions. I needed to be taken. I said harder, thrust my body into him, moaned when he picked up the pace, but it still wasn't near what I needed. I dug my nails into his back, wrapped my legs around his waist, pulled him into me, and images started filling my mind. I tried pushing them out, but not very hard, they were what I needed, for it was not Martin but Dr. Bier fucking me, and he was fucking me hard.

"Knowing it would help the fantasy I told Martin I wanted to do it doggy style. He got behind me so I couldn't see him. I asked him to power-fuck me. He tried, but it wasn't enough and needing a naughtier fantasy I imagined it was Dr. Hendricks, Martin's father, fucking me, and you and Dr. Bier and Dr. McMichaels were there urging us on and Dr. Bier got on the bed and I took him in my mouth and Dr. McMichaels was eating you - I've never fantasized about girls before.

"It was so hot. My body bucked and twisted and I imagined you coming on Dr. McMichaels face and Dr. Bier coming in my mouth and then Martin came inside me and in my mind it was his father coming and I came hard, moaning like a whore. Later, when we held each other, Martin was still surprised by the whole thing so I told him I'd been feeling a wee bit naughty."

As had her clothes, the power of Dawn's fantasy surprised me; she was a more susceptible subject than I'd anticipated.

Needing to know more I said, "Tell me about Dr. Hendricks."

"He and Martin are a lot alike, good-looking, smart, funny, but while Martin's gentle, his Dad's like Dr. Bier, dominant, powerful, tough. He's divorced, Martin says it was a string of, not affairs but liaisons. Before Martin and I go to his place we call, no telling who might be there. I'm sure he's doing several members of his staff and he has a roving eye; I've caught him admiring his future daughter-in-law."

"What happened yesterday?"

"I woke up horny; all night I dreamed about sex. I wanted a quickie, but Martin had a forty-eight hour shift at the hospital and wasn't in the mood. So I'm dripping and helping him pack and thinking Dr. Bier, but he's unavailable, and then I'm thinking Dr. Hendricks and I think why the hell not, it's what I need."

Oh shit.

"What happened?"

Dawn, picking up the concern in my voice, said, "Did I do something wrong Dr. Baker? Isn't that what you told me, not to let moral qualms get in the way of my sexual needs. Dr. Hendricks might be my fiance's father, but he'd fuck me the way I needed and he's discreet."

Tone reassuring I said, "You did fine Dawn, please tell me what happened."

"In a sweet little-girl voice I called him, told him his son was on a forty-eight hour shift and there were wedding plans I wanted to discuss, knew it was short notice but was wondering if he'd take a lonely girl to dinner.

"He said he'd love too, suggested a restaurant where everyone knew him, not the kind of place he'd take a woman he was planning to sleep with. For about two seconds I considered something slinky and sexy, but instead put on a white dress decorated with flowers. I was an innocent, unaware of her powers.

"Over dinner I sent him all the signals: I was deferential, asked him to order for me, laughed at his jokes, maintained eye contact, touched him, a hand on his shoulder, my hand on his as I showed him my engagement ring. I straightened his tie, removed particles of food from his chest, listened intently, smiled when he spoke, pushed my chest out, applied lipstick, ran my fingers through my hair, twirled a lock.

"I kept the conversation innocent, no innuendos, no double entendres, just a love-struck girl chatting with her soon-to-be father-in-law, a man she held in the highest respect, a man who mesmerized her with his brilliance, strength, and power.

"Back home I asked in, to make sure I was safe, after all I was all alone.

"We never made it out of the living room. He ripped my clothes off, left his in a pile on the floor; he stays in shape, nice body, hairier than his son. He bent me at the waist, leaned me over the couch, and propping myself up on my hands I said, 'Dr. Hendricks fuck me.' He bulldozed into me. I was wet, but he's bigger than his son, it hurt. He gyrated his hips, evened out the lubrication, pulled out, drove back into me.

I screamed, 'DR. HENDRICKS, FUCK ME'"

"I was moving my head, my hair flinging about. The sound of fucking, the smell of fucking, filled the room. He slapped my ass, left a dark red mark. I moaned and groaned and yelled, 'OH YES, OH YES, DR. HENDRICKS, DON'T STOP. FUCK ME LIKE A WHORE.'"

"He said, 'You hot little bitch, marry my son, but I'll fuck you whenever I want.' It's what I needed to hear; I came and screamed, 'OH GOD, YES, WHENEVER, SHIT I'M COMMING,' and came again but he didn't slow down and I came again. My pussy pulsated and gripped him tight and orgasms swept over me and he reached around and grabbed my tits and pinched my nipples and I was screaming, 'OH GOD, OH GOD, OH GOD,' and his cock was hard and stiff and big and he moved his hands to my hips and I grabbed my nipples and twisted them til it hurt and kept coming and he pulled me to him and drove his cock inside me and it throbbed and erupted, flooding me with cum, and I came again and my body was dust atoms quarks. I collapsed onto the sofa, feet on the floor, ass on the air.

"When I came to he was dressed. I said, 'Dr. Hendricks that was amazing, fuck me anytime you want.'"

"He smiled, let himself out."

Fuck, what just happened, this could spin out of control. What if Dr. Hendricks demanded it tonight? What if his son found out? What happened when the community learned it's most prominent physician was fucking his future daughter-in-law, who worked for its most prominent mental health professional, all of whom's photogenic faces would rivet your attention to the evening news?

I reviewed my treatment. I'd directed Dawn to want a dominant lover and lose her moral qualms. I should have been more measured, kept some restraints in place until I had full control of her. Her hero worship of Maria, her clear desire for a dominant lover, should have tipped me off to the extent of the submissive in her personality.

Still, there was opportunity. Dawn had a more extensive submissive side than I imagined. I could move her into the family immediately and, more deliciously, break her, turning her into a total submissive. It would be pay-back for her going to Dr. Bier about me.

"Dawn you're like Dr. McMichaels, a naughty girl."

"Is Dr. McMichaels really naughty?"

"Yes she is. In fact Drs. Bier and McMichaels are on their way here. They'll tell you about their dirty thoughts and needs, how they're building a new life to accommodate them: his to dominate, hers to be dominated."

I instructed Dawn's subconscious to be intoxicated by what Maria and Raymond would tell her and by my report, which they'd share with her, then scheduled a breakfast meeting the following morning where I'd cement my suggestions. I also put a ban on her future father-in-law.
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Raymond and Maria arrived on time, bade me good night, invited Dawn into the inner office, asked if she'd like some tea.

"Yes, with a dash of Stevia."

Tilting the tea pot forward, filling Dawn's porcelain cup, Maria said, "From now on please call us Maria and Raymond."

She said, "Thank you," and after a slight hesitation, "Maria."

Taking a sip of her tea Maria said, "Dawn, I appreciate your letting my husband know your concerns about Dr. Baker. The problem, I'm afraid, is that I was less than honest with you. Dr. Baker's been trying to see me since her clinic shut down, I'd refused. Eventually she was reduced to the subterfuge of posing as a patient. Even then I rejected her request to read the material she'd submitted in support of her practice. She went to Raymond. He read it, convinced me to do the same.

"It was like reading my autobiography. All my life I've tried to project perfection, no matter how exhausting, not sharing the difficulty with anyone. Dr. Baker's report suggested an alternative, a safe place where people like me surrender responsibility to those we trust, people who will help us celebrate not only our minds, but our bodies.

"I felt like a first year Psychology student who flunked the mid-term. I'd been attracted to Raymond because of his strength, because of his omnivorous sexual appetites. But then, as I became a champion of conformity, I adopted its view of what I wanted. After reading Dr. Baker's report I understood what I really wanted was the powerful highly-sexed man I'd fallen in love with, a place to lay down responsibility, let others run my life.

"Dawn, we're alike. We try to conform, but we really want sweet lovers and dominant lovers. We can have both. Join our family. Dr. Baker said I should share her report with you, I think you should read it."

Primed by my hypnosis and deeply aroused, Dawn was unable to keep the excitement from her voice when she said, "I'd love to."
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On the way home Dawn thought about calling Martin, but he wouldn't fuck her the way she needed, considered her father-in-law, but my hypnosis got in the way, so stopped at the CVS, bought batteries, checked out the stock-boy (what time did he get off?), returned home and, slim dildo in her ass, fat dildo in her pussy, vibrator pressed to her clit, drank in my report.
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I met Dawn, her dress tight and short, heels high, for breakfast. I put her under - a mere glance at the gem was all that was required — and leaving in place her inhibition about same-sex-love, augmented her libido, weakened her will, emphasized her submissiveness and idolization of Maria. Dawn would be fully conscious when the remnants of her old identity gave way to what I'd created, and turn this monogamous heterosexual good-girl into a submissive bi-sexual slut, then sent her to the office where Dr. McMichaels waited
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Stepping inside Dawn's eyes went wide. Her boss, normally impeccably attired, wore leggings and a sports bra glued to her toned body. Saying, "Dawn I cancelled the morning's appointments so we could talk," Maria led Dawn into the inner office where, sitting on the couch, Maria nestled Dawn to her body, ran a comforting hand on the younger woman's arm, who said "Dr. McMichaels, are you really naughty?"

Maria leaned over, said, "It's Maria," pressed her mouth to Dawn's. The kiss was gentle, gentler than any Dawn had known, and Dawn was soon lost in it, her body melting into the older woman. When the kiss ended Maria said, "Wasn't that nice?" Dawn nodded yes, and Maria kissed her again, more forcefully, until Dawn, feeling a hand on her breast, broke the kiss and stammering said, "I'm sorry, it's just..."

Interrupting her, tone calm, Maria said, "Relax, loosen up, get comfortable," and kissed the younger woman, cutting off further protest. There was a struggle inside Dawn as the inhibitions I'd left in place dueled with raging libido and respect for Maria. When the tip of Maria's tongue slipped between Dawn's lips she did not resist and for the first time another woman's tongue ventured inside, caressed, Dawn's mouth.

The kiss continued. Maria squeezed and stroked Dawn's breast through her dress, then ran her hand ran up Dawn's torso, slipped it inside her dress.

As she did Dawn backed away, trying to end the kiss, but Maria moved forward, her mouth on the blonde's, her thumb stroking Dawn's nipple through her bra. He other hand slid up Dawn's leg, felt the heat from her sex.

Maria finally broke the kiss and Dawn, confused and embarrassed, opened her mouth, but nothing came out, her aversion to girl-on-girl play struggling with her adulation of Maria and the heat between her legs.

Maria twiddled a finger on Dawn's wet panties and, voice husky with desire, said, "You want this."

"It's just, never before."

"Dawn, you could have told me "No," but you didn't. Like me you're ready for anything. Let me seduce you, prepare you for your new life, then let Dr. Baker finish the job."

Dawn started to say something, but Maria moved a finger inside Dawn's panties, ran it down the wet slit. The voices in her head were saying no, but the fire inside her threatened to consume her, and them.

Maria pushed the finger into Dawn's sex, twisted it, distracting the voices, drove her tongue into Dawn's mouth, slipped the straps of her dress from Dawn's shoulders, kissed Dawn's chin and ear and neck, pulled aside her bra, dragged the flat of her tongue on Dawn's thick hard nipples.

The voices in Dawn's head flared, but Maria slid off the couch, hooked Dawn's panties with a finger, pulled then down her legs, moved Dawn's legs apart, pushed her dress up to her waist. Feeling the room's cold air on her sex Dawn closed her eyes and something soft and wet and magical slid across her pussy lips. Dawn cried out in surprise and pleasure.

The voices were silent. Others, Martin included, had eaten her pussy, but this was better. Maria's tongue slid up and down, clockwise and anti-clockwise, teased the entrance to Dawn's sex, licked her clit. Dawn moaned and blushed and her pulse raced; she understood that the true her, the submissive her, felt more pleasure than the old her.

A girl was between her legs munching her love box, and not any girl but Maria McMichaels. She'd never known a pleasure so pure and perfect.

Maria pushed her tongue into Dawn's sex. It pumped and twirled and swelled and touched places Dawn didn't know existed and it was intense and Dawn was being tongue-fucked by a girl and she thought she might cry.

Maria found Dawn's g-spot, Dawn screamed her joy.

Slipping her tongue from Dawn's sex, Maria moved two fingers inside, pushed Dawn to, then held her on the edge and said "Do you want to come?"

Dawn nodded.

"Say you want a girl to make you come. Say you're ready for life as a cunt muncher."

Embarrassed, Dawn's fair skin turned red, but she wanted this, wanted needed a girl to eat her, needed to come on a girl's face. Josie and Maria had been right, she needed boy lovers and girl lovers, sweet lovers and dominant lovers, and with that realization her heterosexuality shattered. She needed to come, she'd say anything, do anything, be anything to come and the words spewed from her. "Yes, I want to come, to come for you, come for a girl. Please Maria, I'll do anything, just make me come."

"Anything?"

"Yesssssss."

Maria sucked Dawn's clit into her mouth. Her tongue battered it; her fingers twisted in Dawn's snatch. Maria's mouth, tongue, and fingers were everywhere and Dawn felt pleasure grow and grow and shivering and screaming she crashed over the edge and her orgasm, deep and powerful, was followed by another, and another, and another, and another until exhausted Dawn slid from the couch to the thick rug, curled into a ball, told Maria she loved her, fell into happy contented sleep.
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The soft butterfly kisses returned Dawn to consciousness and as reality flooded back Dawn blinked her green eyes open and Maria, naked on the rug next to her, said, "Hey babe, I was beginning to worry about you."

Dawn smiled, said, "You're sweet," pressed her lips to Maria's, Maria welcomed Dawn's tongue. Tentatively at first, Dawn slid her hands over Maria's body - she'd never touched a woman in this way - growing more assertive at the sound of her boss' happy sighs, the submissive in her joyous at giving pleasure. Dawn loved Maria's slender firm body, so different than her own buxom curves, and finally gathered the courage to cover Maria's tear drop shaped breasts with her hands. They were warm, the areolas and nipples thick with blood.

Gasping, Maria rolled onto her back, and understanding she was to be the aggressor, Dawn moved atop Maria, kissed her. Intended to be short and sweet, the kiss grew deep and passionate and Maria's fingers, exploring Dawn's body, added fuel to the fire re-igniting in the depths of Dawn's soul.

Maria said, "My breasts."

Leaving a trail of kisses down Maria's body, Dawn took a swollen nipple into her mouth, sucked on it, licked it, rolled it between her lips. Maria moaned, Dawn sucked harder, swirled her tongue around and over areolas, covered the unattended breast with a hand, rolled saliva soaked nipples with her fingers.

"Dawn, suck my tits, suck my nipples. You like it, don't you? You like sucking nipples, playing with tits?"

Hearing the question as rhetorical Dawn fed on Maria's breasts with increasing fervor, lust and desire interning the good girl, the chaste girl, the monogamous girl. Soon Dawn was kissing her way across Maria's flat stomach, approaching the sacred place between her legs until, inches from Maria's pussy, Dawn paused. Apprehension and nervousness re-emerged, but intoxicated by the powerful scent and raging heat of Maria's sex Dawn closed her eyes, extended her tongue, gave her boss' pussy a long, soft, top-to-bottom lick, did it again, then looking up said, "I love the taste of pussy."

"Taste it all."

Dawn slid her tongue up and down, swirled to the left, to the right, licked the entrance to Maria's snatch, teased the clit perched above it.

"Lick me, lick my pussy."

Dawn rolled her tongue into a tube, pushed it inside Maria's warm wet hole.

"OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH YEEEESSSSSS."

Dawn pulled it out, pushed it back in.

"Yes... yes... oh... yes... fucking yes, fuck me Dawn."

Dawn kept at it, for pussy was delicious and addicting and wanting every drop she pressed her mouth to Maria's cunt and lapped it up. Girl juice was on her chin and cheeks and in her hair and nose and mouth and on her tongue and she feasted on this gift from the gods.

"Fuck me, fuck me Dawn, fuck me with your soft little tongue. Feels so good, you cunt muncher. Give me more, fuck me harder. Oh yeeeesssss, that's it, harder, yeeesssss, yeeeeeesssss, ooooooohhhhhh yeeeeessssss, TONGUE ME BITCH."

Maria pressed a hand to the back of Dawn's head; Dawn thrust her tongue in and out of Maria, eager to make another girl come.

"Oh my god, my god, ooooohhhh myyyyyy friggingggg gooooodddddd. You love eating pussy, you cunt-craving-pussy-addict, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, yes I'm coommmmiinnnnngggg!"

Arching her back, driving her hips forward, Maria wheezed and squealed and jabbered and it was music to Dawn's ears and her mouth, locked to Maria's pussy despite the woman's lurching body, prolonged and intensified the orgasm, and she drank girl juice and she was not a good girl but its abnegation: ultra-sexed, dick-craving cunt-craving, she needed to be controlled and guided to realize er wicked depraved dreams.

She felt a sharp tug on her hair, looked up, saw Maria smile, moved into Maria's arms, kissed her.

That when the inner office door opened and I, naked but for knee high black leather high-heeled boots, walked in and said, "On all fours Dawn."

Rolling onto her hands and knees, raising her ass in the air, Dawn said, "Yes Mistress."

Maria went to her desk, pulled a large purple dildo from a drawer, strapped it around my waist, buckled it in place.

Dawn shuddered with fear and apprehension; she'd never seen a cock so big.

I said, "Nervous slut?"

"Yes Mistress."

"You should be. Once I enter you; you're mine, obeying me in all things."

"Yes Mistress."

I moved in front of her. "Suck my cock, get it ready."

Dawn stretched her jaw, stretched it again, pushed her small mouth on the plastic penis, prying her jaw open until the dildo's head forced its way inside, then licked it, lubricated it, moved her mouth down the first inches, softly sucking, bobbed her head.

"Get it good and wet, get it ready for your tight little pussy."

Trying to imagine the large mushroom head fitting inside her, Dawn's tongue grew more active, sucked, licked, drenched it with spit.

I pushed, she gagged, I said, "Have you ever deep-throated?"

Dildo embedded in her face, she shook her head no.

"A lesson for another day, I'm sure Dr. Bier will want to participate. Lick."

Letting it escape her mouth, Dawn licked the head, licked the sides, long drawn out licks with the flat of her tongue. Growing ever more aroused, she wrapped her mouth around the shaft from the side, slid up and down, swallowed it again, delivering the best blow job of her life. When I pulled the toy from her mouth and said, "Ready," Dawn said "Yes Mistress," and raised her rump in the air. Kneeling behind her I pressed the dildo's tip to her pussy, slid it on the wet lips, moved forward. Dawn let out a guttural cry, then a sharper cry when the massive head bulldozed inside her.

I pushed inch after inch into her, leveraging her open. It hurt, then it got worse for the fake cock was going deeper than any real cock ever had. The pain multiplied, her cries, whimpers, and moans sharpened, then my hips were on her ass cheeks. Dawn looked back, blonde hair hanging across her face, dazed eyes filled with lust and pride, pain and pleasure, and said, "Mistress, am I a member of the family?"

Saying, "Yes," I kissed her shoulders, neck, mouth. Maria slid her hands over Dawn's body, avoiding the most sensitive areas, waiting until Dawn trembled with need before caressing her fat tits, tweaking her nipples, tripping her fingers across Dawn's toned tummy to her dildo-stuffed pussy, brushing Dawn's distended clit. Dawn twisted and writhed and needing to feel the massive object crammed in her cunt move said, "Please Mistress."

"Please what?"

"Fuck me. I want to be fucked by a girl."

Hands on Dawn's hips I pulled the toy out until the head rested on her quivering pussy lips, pushed in, did it again and again. For Dawn the forbidden unnatural pain was the sweet regalia of a new life. She shifted position so the dildo's fat head dragged on her g-spot, dropped her head to the floor, raised her rump, opened herself further.

"Dawn, you sweet bitch, you said you were no lesbo, but you're what I say you are."

A fortnight ago Dawn would have slapped me, but now she knew she needed to be dominated, needed to serve and obey. If Mistress said she was a lesbo-bitch, she was a lesbo-bitch.

"Yes Mistress, your lesbo-bitch."

I picked up the pace, increased the speed and strength of my thrusts. Jibbering, Dawn met each thrust with a sharp backward jerk of her pelvis.

She was broken, she was mine. I motioned to Maria, who placed a pillow under Dawn's sex, lay her head on it, licked Dawn's clit.

Raising herself on her arms, "Oh fuck," exploded from Dawn's lungs and her sex went big bang. Orgasms burst inside her in a chain so closely linked as to be indistinguishable; she'd never come so hard, so many times.

Collapsing to the floor - her pussy's wet stain would bedevil the janitor - her mind filled with shimmering lights, Dawn sucked in air. She was not a good girl, she was Mistress' slut.

When I pulled out she moaned in disappointment.
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With Dawn under my control ensnaring her fiancé was easy. Sweet, good looking, an attentive patient lover, he was the perfect complement to Raymond's domineering style.

Helped by my gem his father got over his Dawn-thing, developed a Josie-thing. He was every bit the fuck Dawn described.

Unfortunately Madison's recruitment did not proceed as smoothly. Raymond and Maria's incest inhibition and Westermarck effect were well-entrenched, multiple sessions were required to remove them. I was also having trouble getting a reading of Madison. Maria and Raymond adored their daughter, said she was beautiful, smart, empathetic, gregarious, well-liked, charming, mature beyond her years. How much was reliable, how much parents' pride?

I'd have to meet and assess Madison, so had Maria and Raymond invite me to her welcome home party, but with Madison pre-occupied by friends I couldn't get a word in. A dinner invitation a few nights later was no more productive. Like most teenagers Madison could be guarded and circumspect around adults and with two accomplished psychologists as parents she'd perfected the art of obfuscation.

I suggested to Raymond an exercise for his students where they'd interview a family using different techniques, Dawn and I could conduct a test run on his family. Raymond loved it and Madison was open to the idea, but asked if we could wait a week, a friend had invited her to New York. I had no objection and during the ensuing multi-day fuck-fest at Maria and Raymond's palatial home I, role-playing Madison, established Maria and Raymond's incest inhibition was no more. Madison would soon be mine.

Returning home on Monday afternoon I tossed my clothes in the laundry, laid my jewelry on my dresser. My shower was nice, but I looked forward to the day I claimed Raymond and Maria's master bathroom and oversized hot water heater as mine. Putting on my robe I headed for my bedroom, opened the door (had I closed it?), a light flashed across my eyes.

I, of course, had met Madison; I recognized Charlie from the photographs in his parents' home.​