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Here's a quick untitled story I'm working on and have shown a few people. I'm hoping to finish it up at some point.
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Nadia sighed as she pulled to door open to the Adler building. It was looking to be another rough day. Once again, she wondered why she came back for her doctorate and yet another time, she focused on how much further ahead she'd be once she got it. She was certain her new work would be published and would get her the recognition she deserved. Desired. Needed.
The old building had narrow hallways, forcing her to avoid the undergrads that were just coming out of classes. She'd at least been able to get her advisor to allow her to sleep in a little, starting her work with her subjects later in the morning. It was one of the few perks she had around campus. Her job with the FBI, that she was taking a sabbatical from to get her doctorate, kept her up all hours and made her get into the office at 8am sharp anyway.
She walked into the little office that she shared with Tim, another doctoral student in Psychiatry, specializing in dealing with mind controlled subjects. Both of them shared the common bond that they were ostracized from the rest of the department because of the touchy nature of their subject matter. Tim always said the look of fear they got when passing someone by who recognized them warmed his heart. But that really was all they had in common. He rejected her hypothesis, and she felt he was just learning the subject so he could get in women's pants.
"Hey," said Tim without looking up.
"Hi," she said as she swung her backpack onto her desk. She maneuvered into her chair, squished against one wall behind her desk. She glanced over at Tim's mess. She hated it. It cluttered her thinking and made her depressed. The library, with its quiet, private study rooms, was her friend when she had to write something up. Right now, though, she had to get to work with one of her patients, so she pulled out her tablet and set it up on the desk, leaning on its keyboard cover. After unlocking and bringing up her notes for her next patient, Jenna, she started preparing for the session. She glanced over her previous notes, though hardly needing to.
Subject Jenna Walters is responding well to the treatment. Today I will continue with my plans to expose her to more of her controlled behavior.
"So, how goes the slave making process?" asked Tim, looking right at her.
"What?" She knew his opinions of her work. She sighed. "You know I'm helping out these rescued people."
"You're guiding them right back into their slave mindset," he responded. "This next girl you're working with? What's her name, Jenna?" Nadia looked up at him, which he took as affirmation. "She's breaking out of holding and going back to her master in the next week, I bet. All on you."
"I don't have to listen to this," Nadia said, getting up and grabbing her tablet.
"Don't want to listen to this, maybe," Tim said, smiling at her. "You know damn well you're making it worse."
Nadia held her tongue, knowing it was a futile conversation. She just walked out of the office, considering her choices for where to get work done. The library was too far away to be reasonable considering how much time she had before Jenna was scheduled, and she didn't want to go someplace public where someone might see her screen. She took a deep breath, intending to blow it out, when she saw Jenna walking by. She expelled quickly and walked up to her patient.
"Jenna! Here already?" she asked the fraught-looking girl. Jenna's hair was wild, her face puffy and her clothes wrinkled.
"Hi, doctor," Jenna said, wiping a tear from her face. The college student smiled briefly before her face fell again.
"What's wrong?" Nadia was both worried and pleased. The girl was usually put together, a remnant of her programming. This show of emotion meant the programming was slipping.
Jenna caught her sob. "I was hoping we could start early today, maybe have a longer session."
"Why?" Nadia asked, guiding the girl towards the consultation rooms.
"I... I had a dream last night." Jenna leaned into Nadia, who put her arm around her while still leading them on.
"Let's get inside the room first," Nadia said. She opened the door to the consultation room and led the girl inside. They sat on the two comfortable, if worn, easy chairs, which had small end tables next to them with tissues and little fake flowers meant to ease the industrial white on the walls and harsh fluorescent lighting. Instead they just made it worse.
With the door safely shut and no one else able to hear, Nadia asked about the dream.
"What was it you dreamt about last night?"
"I... It was... awful," said Jenna, putting her face in her hands, unable to hold back the tears. "I was with him again..." Sob. "He was making me, making me," Jenna looked up past her fingers. "He made me suck him off and came in my face. Then he made me walk around all day with his cum..." She sobbed again. "And, and, we went to the mall, and everyone was laughing at me..." Another sob. "I couldn't, I couldn't, break free," she said, "and I then I was naked," she choked back another sob to continue, "and they were all pointing and laughing and then they were all groping and I hated it but he made it turn me on and then I loved it, I loved it!" Jenna broke down completely.
"I'm so sorry," Nadia said, holding out a tissue and letting Jenna get it all out. They had time since Jenna was early. She cried for a minute before noticing the tissue. She took it and wiped her eyes.
"I'm sorry, doctor," said Jenna.
Nadia smiled. "Not a doctor yet. Please call me Nadia, Jenna," Nadia said, not for the first time.
"Okay," said the girl, quietly, eyes downcast.
"I know you might be worried this is regression, but look at yourself," said Nadia. "You're a hot mess," she inwardly winced since she probably shouldn't have said it that way. "He would've never let you..." She gestured at Jenna. "And you didn't sink into the feelings, Jenna, of submission, since you are crying about it instead of wallowing in the feeling like you did when we first started."
"I... I woke up... you know, and I... I came."
"That's alright, Jenna. You've made a lot of progress." Nadia smiled reassuringly. "It's fine that you found it arousing, we're working on that still. But you came here and you're able to talk about it. You're not following his orders anymore. You realize what he did to you was wrong and that you don't want it."
Jenna sniffled. "Yes, doc... Nadia."
"Now let's work through this dream, if that's alright," said Nadia. "Just like we've been doing, help you with exposure to the control he had to show you that it's not to be feared. It's just something in your past that you don't need to obey any loner."
"Yes, d... Nadia." Jenna looked up at Nadia through puffy eyes.
"Okay, let's begin." Nadia stood and reached with both hands for Jenna's temples. Jenna submitted meekly.
There was a moment of disorientation while Nadia entered Jenna's mind, colors swirling around her in the familiar kaleidoscope. Emotions swelled around her from Jenna: strong subservience, searing lust, and a relatively new defiance that had only started to appear recently in their work together. Sounds assaulted her, sexual sighs and moans along with orders to follow. She felt the commands trying to drive her to her knees to suck, but she brushed that off easily. The sexual need burned in her though, harder to let go of. It lasted until the beginning of the memory of the dream washed in slowly around her, and she stood beside Jenna's mental projection. Nadia looked like she did in the physical world, but Jenna looked immaculate if a little slutty in a minidress and heels. They'd worked for weeks before her mental projection was clothed in something other than the lingerie her former master liked. But her makeup was still perfect and her hair framed her face in the ringlets he always wanted.
"Let's start, shall we?" said Nadia, gathering herself after the entry to the dream. Jenna nodded. "Where are we?"
"In the house," Jenna responded, "the one that he took from Tia."
"It's a good sign you remembered not to call it his house," Nadia smiled warmly at the girl. She looked at the scene before her, noting the man Jenna had called master standing before an image of her clad only in a teddy and stockings. "Now, what's happening?"
"He's pushing down on my head, making me want to blow him," Jenna took a trembling breath. "Not again..."
"It's not real, Jenna." Nadia looked at the girl. "Remember that, we're just working on it."
"But it makes me..." Jenna squirmed. "It turns me on." She looked at Nadia. "He did that to me, I never liked it before."
"It's very good that you recognize that now, isn't it? What's next?"
"He's coming on my face, see?" Jenna said. Nadia nodded. "And he's laughing at me." Jenna sniffled. "He made me love it when he degraded me like that."
"Okay, Jenna, what's next?"
They both heard a booming voice say, "Get up, Barbie, you'll be wearing that all day."
Jenna shrunk back, but Nadia held on to her shoulders and kept her upright. "Face it, Jenna," she said. "He has no power over you anymore." Jenna stood stock still. "What's next?"
"We were out," said Jenna weakly. The scene shifted to a store, with Jenna wearing a schoolgirl outfit and no underwear, her face still covered in cum. "He wanted me to be, to be seen, embarrassed, humiliated," Jenna brought her hands up to cover her face. "And be turned on by it."
Nadia gently pushed Jenna's hands down. "Look at it, Jenna. Face it." The girl let her hands drop and she looked at the dream. "See him doing it all, not you. It's not who you are, you don't have to let it turn you on anymore."
"But it does," said Jenna, squirming. "I can't help it."
"It's okay, you can feel it, let it pass, and remember that it's his, not yours." Nadia turned Jenna to face her. "It's not your desire driving this. You are safe from his control."
"But... but..." The scene shifted to the final one. Jenna was naked, surrounded by a group of men, being fondled and groped. Nadia saw Jenna's self-perception shift on her face, becoming the slave again. The girl Nadia was holding was suddenly naked, the squirming becoming more pronounced as a moan escaped the now tear-free face. "It's so good," Jenna sighed. "Where I belong."
"No, Jenna, come back to me," said Nadia, shaking the girl a little. "You can fight it, Jenna!"
"Barbie needs to cum," Jenna said. She snapped her head to look right into Nadia's eyes. "Will you help? Please?" Her hands grabbed Nadia's forearms, pulling one towards her breast and the other towards her crotch.
Nadia sighed. She dropped her hands in the physical world, and with the touch broken, let the mental images fall quickly away. They were back in the consultation room.
Jenna looked up at her, then started crying again. "I'm so sorry, so sorry," she said, face in hands.
"No, listen, we made good progress," said Nadia, stepping back and sitting, "with the things you were able to do. Your mental self is fully clothed, you're projecting confidence in yourself, you stayed with it through to the end."
"But he won, in the end," Jenna looked up through tear-filled eyes. "I lost control."
"But you did so well up until then, and you're so close. We'll get past the final stages soon and you'll make it all the way through dreams like that."
"I... I..." Jenna managed to stop her sobs. "I know, doctor. Nadia. You keep telling me I'll get through this."
"Yes, and you will. And you'll be stronger for it." Nadia looked quickly at her watch. "We're about at the time to start our session, are you ready for more?"
"No no no," Jenna said. "No more, not now. I need to... process first." She was rubbing her legs together, just slightly.
"Remember, we've only had a few sessions together."
"I... I know." Jenna weakly smiled at Nadia. "I'll be better next time."
"No, don't think like that. It's not better. It's coming back to you, to who you are without his control, to who you want to be, not who he wants you to be."
Jenna sighed. "Yes, doc... Nadia." She stood, Her hands dropping to start rubbing her legs. Nadia, looking at the student, saw a little moisture barely wetting the crotch of Jenna's shorts before she quickly raised her eyes. "I need to go." Jenna said, as she turned to leave. Stopping herself, she looked back at the post-grad. "Thank you. You really are helping."
"Thank you, Jenna." The student left, leaving Nadia to deflate into her chair.
"Dammit, I thought you were further..." she whispered to herself. She sighed and, grabbing her tablet, headed back to the office.
Tim was still there. "Aren't you supposed to be with that girl now?"
"She was early." Nadia slumped into the chair. "She'd had a dream."
"They all have dreams," said Tim. "And every one of them dreams of being a slave again, don't they?" He shook his head. "And you help them wallow in it."
"They face it," she said, holding back a sharper reply. It wasn't worth the argument with her office partner. "She's getting so much better."
"I saw her walk by after you were done," Tim said. "She had a wet spot."
"You pervert," Nadia said harshly.
"It was noticeable," he said, raising his hands.
"Keep your hands off my patients," she said, glaring at him.
"I'm not doing anything, just noting your... lack of progress."
"Fuck you," she replied, getting her tablet and backpack. She stormed out and headed to the library to prepare for her next case.
Nadia's last case that day was her toughest. Sadie had been a college freshman when she was taken by one of her professors to the controller Nadia was trying to free her psyche from. The professor had been complicit, helping to enslave students for sexual favors. When she was finally caught, the professor claimed that she had been under control too, and wasn't even a lesbian. When the FBI did their psychic dive, they found that the professor was telling the truth, that she was just a smokescreen for the real controller. They'd found a few of the girls at the house that the professor took them to. Many more were nowhere to be found, along with the actual controller. She was only called Mistress by her slaves. Even the professor called her that.
Nadia was already in the consultation room when Sadie arrived. The student entered, wearing a skimpy crop top and miniskirt, showing her silk panties to Nadia as she sat. "Hi, Nadia."
"Hi Sadie." Nadia noticed that one of Sadie's hands was pulling her skirt up in front, lewdly splaying her legs to show off the dampness on her panties. The other hand then reached down and pulled the fabric tight across her lips, showing Nadia exactly what their shape was.
Nadia closed her eyes. "Please stop, Sadie." She really hadn't made any progress with the girl since starting. Sadie still hadn't been able to return to classes because she offered herself to everyone in the hall, even the professors, every time she went into a classroom.
"Oh, Nadia, you're no fun." Sadie dropped her hands, but waited for Nadia to open her eyes before swinging her legs into a more demure position.
"Okay, Sadie, let's get to work," said Nadia. She thought about how her advisor told her not to worry if she couldn't save everyone with her technique. It still ate at her, how little progress she'd made with Sadie.
The girl leaned forward and placed a finger on Nadia's lips. "Call me slave, Nadia," she said, drawing her finger down Nadia's chin, between her breasts. Nadia caught it before it could get any lower.
"Okay, Sadie, we'll work on your sense of self today, make you understand that you are not a slave, but a woman who has her own aspirations and desires."
"You'd make a good slave too," said Sadie, taking a tack she had before. "You'd love it, just like I do." One of her hands brushed a finger across her breasts. "It feels so good, like having your pussy licked all the time."
Nadia sighed at this familiar refrain. She stood up and placed her fingers on Sadie's temples. This time was a little different though. As she dove into Sadie's mind, she swore she felt hands over her own.
The familiar disorientation flowed through her mind, a kaleidoscope of colors swimming around her. The emotional swirl from Sadie was strong, with dripping desire, searing lust, and a deep submission intertwining to thrust through Nadia's head. She nearly fell to her knees as Sadie's passion threatened to overwhelm her. Nadia felt the echoes from Sadie trickle down her thighs.
The scene slowly coalesced around Nadia as she fought to maintain her control. She found herself standing next to Sadie in a bedroom, well equipped with sex toys. Nadia recognized it as the one that Sadie had been found it, chained by a collar to the bedpost. Nadia looked at Sadie, who smiled lustfully back. The girl was naked except for that collar with the chain. Every time she'd dived into Sadie's sense of self, it was her standing naked in this bedroom, chained, just like this.
"Now, Sadie, we have work to do." Nadia gently reached towards the girl, expecting some sort of sexual overture, just like all of the times before. This time, though, a different expression came over Sadie's face, one of expectation and cruelty.
"I have a surprise for you, Nadia." Sadie brought up her hand, brandishing a handcuff she hadn't had before. "Mistress visited last night, and she taught me a few things." She whipped one cuff onto Nadia's exposed wrist. "She taught me this is my space." She swung a surprised Nadia around and grabbed her other wrist. "I control what happens here, not you." She clapped the other cuff on the now-struggling graduate student.
Nadia sighed, realizing that this was now out of control and certainly not therapeutic. A sense of failure crept over her with the realization that Sadie was likely beyond her reach. In the physical world, she tried to drop her hands.
The connection didn't sever like she expected. She was still in Sadie's mind, still in the bedroom.
She pulled at her hands in the material world, but Sadie was holding them in place.
"Now now, Nadia, not yet." Sadie pushed Nadia face first over the back of the bed. It left her ass up in the air, which Sadie smacked as she closed in, pressing her body against Nadia's legs to hold her in place.. "You have some lessons to learn first." Nadia struggled, but only managed to flail around painfully over the footboard. She felt something cold sliding around her neck and started twisting her head to avoid it. It didn't matter, though. Sadie easily clicked a collar into place. "Lessons that will be so easy to learn since you are opening yourself to me by coming here."
Sadie took a step back, letting Nadia up. Nadia felt the chain that now bound her to the bed by her neck. "Let me go, now," said Nadia.
"Not until you learn, Nadia. You've been a bad girl, trying to free all these slaves, when really you should be helping them rejoin their owners."
Nadia kept struggling in the physical world. It wasn't working.
"Let's get you properly dressed." Sadie waved her hand at Nadia, and Nadia found her clothes changing. It was a first for her, having her mental projection modified by someone else. She looked at her body and found leather straps around her breasts and torso, leading down to her thighs and around her hips. Her head flipped up in shock. Sadie dragged her upright.
"How?" Nadia tried to bring her shields up, but she'd entered with them down to get into Sadie's dream.
"My world, silly. And you came in without your shields up to help me." Sadie looked right in her eyes. "Your self projection in here lives by my rules now." Sadie grinned cruelly. "Mistress taught me so much last night."
"No, you can't, this is me, my self, my projection of me..." Nadia shook herself and tried to reassert her control of her image in Sadie's mind.
"None of that, Nadia." Sadie materialized a crop in her hands and smacked Nadia's ass. The pain surprised Nadia and it interrupted her attempts to refocus. Sadie smacked her a few more times. "Time for that lesson." A mirror appeared in front of Nadia. "This is who you are," said Sadie. "See? Collared and chained, dressed like a slave." Sadie ran the crop up Nadia's front to her chin, guiding it so that Nadia lifted her head and looked in the mirror.
Nadia gasped. In her mind, she was telling herself that this wasn't her real self, not who she was. She couldn't be changed just by modifying her projection in a mental world, a dream. That didn't ease her mind, seeing herself as a slave burning its way deep inside.
Her projection was her mental idea of herself. She hadn't been permanently changed, had she?
In the physical world, her struggles ceased as she stared at her image in the mental mirror.
"See Nadia? See what you are now?" Sadie kept the crop on Nadia's chin while she ran fingers down Nadia's back to her ass. Cupping it, she said, "Your projected self is who you think you are, right?"
Nadia's mind fought not to believe it.
Nadia felt a blooming heat rush up from her clit to her head, touching every part of her body as it flowed. She took in rushed breaths, finding the desire difficult to control. She knew that this wasn't her, that she wasn't someone who got off on being a slave, but that didn't stop the building need.
"See what I can do now?" Sadie leaned in to kiss Nadia's neck. Nadia whimpered as she tried to reassert control of herself. The hand cupping her ass started rubbing, and Nadia found herself pressing back into it.
This wasn't possible. She should be able to break away, to stop this assault on her mental state, to stop the sexual rush being forced on her. She just had to drop her hands...
"Leave your hands in place, Nadia."
And just like that, her ability to move them went away. She'd come in unprotected, not thinking... Exactly. Not thinking.
"Right, don't think. Slaves don't think. Just do what they're told. And feel what their owner wants them to."
Sadie shifted and the crop was now a vibrator. "And I want to you feel good, feel what it's like to be a slave for Mistress." She brought the instrument to Nadia's clit. The woman gasped, pressing her hips involuntarily into the device for more stimulation. "Feel how good it is to be owned."
Nadia moaned, something in her psyche shifting as the pleasure drove all thought from her mind. She quickly came, dripping around the vibrator. It didn't end though. The waves kept coming, kept cresting, kept her mind blank as she felt the bliss carry Sadie's words into her deepest self. She didn't notice Sadie next to her, gently whispering into her ear.
When she came back to herself, she was in the physical world again, still standing in front of Sadie. Her hands dropped from Sadie's temples. She moaned, feeling another crest coming. She looked down and found her pants and panties around her ankles and Sadie with her fingers buried inside Nadia's pussy, Sadie's other hand gently swirling Nadia's clit expertly. Nadia couldn't stop the orgasm from wracking her body, dripping down her thighs and loudly sounding her pleasure to the world.
"There, your first orgasm as a slave," said Sadie. "Best you've ever had, wasn't it?"
"Fuck yes," slipped out of Nadia's mouth before she could stop it.
"And it'll only get better," said Sadie, smiling up at her maliciously. "We just need to you meet Mistress."
"Fuck yes," slipped out again before Nadia really thought about what she was agreeing to. "Wait, no, I don't..."
Sadie brought her hand up and thrust her wet fingers into Nadia's mouth. "Suck."
Nadia did, at first. She stopped herself and spat out Sadie's fingers.
"Not yet fully controlled. Soon enough." Sadie stood up. "You can't stop it now." She brought Nadia's hands back up to her temples. "Dive into my dreams again, Nadia, and enslave yourself."
Nadia felt her hands guided back up to Sadie's temples and felt the desire to dive in build. She barely managed to rip her hands away.
"No."
"Aww, too bad." Sadie smiled. "Next time then." She stood and licked her fingers. "Text me when you're ready." She pointed at Nadia's phone in her pants pocket.
Nadia bent over to pull up her pants while Sadie left. Nadia blushed furiously as she hurried to get her clothes into place with the door wide open. Once done, she grabbed her phone. There was a text. She checked it, and it was from Sadie.
"Text 4 more, slave"
Nadia blew out a trembling breath as she sank into her chair.
Nadia sighed as she pulled to door open to the Adler building. It was looking to be another rough day. Once again, she wondered why she came back for her doctorate and yet another time, she focused on how much further ahead she'd be once she got it. She was certain her new work would be published and would get her the recognition she deserved. Desired. Needed.
The old building had narrow hallways, forcing her to avoid the undergrads that were just coming out of classes. She'd at least been able to get her advisor to allow her to sleep in a little, starting her work with her subjects later in the morning. It was one of the few perks she had around campus. Her job with the FBI, that she was taking a sabbatical from to get her doctorate, kept her up all hours and made her get into the office at 8am sharp anyway.
She walked into the little office that she shared with Tim, another doctoral student in Psychiatry, specializing in dealing with mind controlled subjects. Both of them shared the common bond that they were ostracized from the rest of the department because of the touchy nature of their subject matter. Tim always said the look of fear they got when passing someone by who recognized them warmed his heart. But that really was all they had in common. He rejected her hypothesis, and she felt he was just learning the subject so he could get in women's pants.
"Hey," said Tim without looking up.
"Hi," she said as she swung her backpack onto her desk. She maneuvered into her chair, squished against one wall behind her desk. She glanced over at Tim's mess. She hated it. It cluttered her thinking and made her depressed. The library, with its quiet, private study rooms, was her friend when she had to write something up. Right now, though, she had to get to work with one of her patients, so she pulled out her tablet and set it up on the desk, leaning on its keyboard cover. After unlocking and bringing up her notes for her next patient, Jenna, she started preparing for the session. She glanced over her previous notes, though hardly needing to.
Subject Jenna Walters is responding well to the treatment. Today I will continue with my plans to expose her to more of her controlled behavior.
"So, how goes the slave making process?" asked Tim, looking right at her.
"What?" She knew his opinions of her work. She sighed. "You know I'm helping out these rescued people."
"You're guiding them right back into their slave mindset," he responded. "This next girl you're working with? What's her name, Jenna?" Nadia looked up at him, which he took as affirmation. "She's breaking out of holding and going back to her master in the next week, I bet. All on you."
"I don't have to listen to this," Nadia said, getting up and grabbing her tablet.
"Don't want to listen to this, maybe," Tim said, smiling at her. "You know damn well you're making it worse."
Nadia held her tongue, knowing it was a futile conversation. She just walked out of the office, considering her choices for where to get work done. The library was too far away to be reasonable considering how much time she had before Jenna was scheduled, and she didn't want to go someplace public where someone might see her screen. She took a deep breath, intending to blow it out, when she saw Jenna walking by. She expelled quickly and walked up to her patient.
"Jenna! Here already?" she asked the fraught-looking girl. Jenna's hair was wild, her face puffy and her clothes wrinkled.
"Hi, doctor," Jenna said, wiping a tear from her face. The college student smiled briefly before her face fell again.
"What's wrong?" Nadia was both worried and pleased. The girl was usually put together, a remnant of her programming. This show of emotion meant the programming was slipping.
Jenna caught her sob. "I was hoping we could start early today, maybe have a longer session."
"Why?" Nadia asked, guiding the girl towards the consultation rooms.
"I... I had a dream last night." Jenna leaned into Nadia, who put her arm around her while still leading them on.
"Let's get inside the room first," Nadia said. She opened the door to the consultation room and led the girl inside. They sat on the two comfortable, if worn, easy chairs, which had small end tables next to them with tissues and little fake flowers meant to ease the industrial white on the walls and harsh fluorescent lighting. Instead they just made it worse.
With the door safely shut and no one else able to hear, Nadia asked about the dream.
"What was it you dreamt about last night?"
"I... It was... awful," said Jenna, putting her face in her hands, unable to hold back the tears. "I was with him again..." Sob. "He was making me, making me," Jenna looked up past her fingers. "He made me suck him off and came in my face. Then he made me walk around all day with his cum..." She sobbed again. "And, and, we went to the mall, and everyone was laughing at me..." Another sob. "I couldn't, I couldn't, break free," she said, "and I then I was naked," she choked back another sob to continue, "and they were all pointing and laughing and then they were all groping and I hated it but he made it turn me on and then I loved it, I loved it!" Jenna broke down completely.
"I'm so sorry," Nadia said, holding out a tissue and letting Jenna get it all out. They had time since Jenna was early. She cried for a minute before noticing the tissue. She took it and wiped her eyes.
"I'm sorry, doctor," said Jenna.
Nadia smiled. "Not a doctor yet. Please call me Nadia, Jenna," Nadia said, not for the first time.
"Okay," said the girl, quietly, eyes downcast.
"I know you might be worried this is regression, but look at yourself," said Nadia. "You're a hot mess," she inwardly winced since she probably shouldn't have said it that way. "He would've never let you..." She gestured at Jenna. "And you didn't sink into the feelings, Jenna, of submission, since you are crying about it instead of wallowing in the feeling like you did when we first started."
"I... I woke up... you know, and I... I came."
"That's alright, Jenna. You've made a lot of progress." Nadia smiled reassuringly. "It's fine that you found it arousing, we're working on that still. But you came here and you're able to talk about it. You're not following his orders anymore. You realize what he did to you was wrong and that you don't want it."
Jenna sniffled. "Yes, doc... Nadia."
"Now let's work through this dream, if that's alright," said Nadia. "Just like we've been doing, help you with exposure to the control he had to show you that it's not to be feared. It's just something in your past that you don't need to obey any loner."
"Yes, d... Nadia." Jenna looked up at Nadia through puffy eyes.
"Okay, let's begin." Nadia stood and reached with both hands for Jenna's temples. Jenna submitted meekly.
There was a moment of disorientation while Nadia entered Jenna's mind, colors swirling around her in the familiar kaleidoscope. Emotions swelled around her from Jenna: strong subservience, searing lust, and a relatively new defiance that had only started to appear recently in their work together. Sounds assaulted her, sexual sighs and moans along with orders to follow. She felt the commands trying to drive her to her knees to suck, but she brushed that off easily. The sexual need burned in her though, harder to let go of. It lasted until the beginning of the memory of the dream washed in slowly around her, and she stood beside Jenna's mental projection. Nadia looked like she did in the physical world, but Jenna looked immaculate if a little slutty in a minidress and heels. They'd worked for weeks before her mental projection was clothed in something other than the lingerie her former master liked. But her makeup was still perfect and her hair framed her face in the ringlets he always wanted.
"Let's start, shall we?" said Nadia, gathering herself after the entry to the dream. Jenna nodded. "Where are we?"
"In the house," Jenna responded, "the one that he took from Tia."
"It's a good sign you remembered not to call it his house," Nadia smiled warmly at the girl. She looked at the scene before her, noting the man Jenna had called master standing before an image of her clad only in a teddy and stockings. "Now, what's happening?"
"He's pushing down on my head, making me want to blow him," Jenna took a trembling breath. "Not again..."
"It's not real, Jenna." Nadia looked at the girl. "Remember that, we're just working on it."
"But it makes me..." Jenna squirmed. "It turns me on." She looked at Nadia. "He did that to me, I never liked it before."
"It's very good that you recognize that now, isn't it? What's next?"
"He's coming on my face, see?" Jenna said. Nadia nodded. "And he's laughing at me." Jenna sniffled. "He made me love it when he degraded me like that."
"Okay, Jenna, what's next?"
They both heard a booming voice say, "Get up, Barbie, you'll be wearing that all day."
Jenna shrunk back, but Nadia held on to her shoulders and kept her upright. "Face it, Jenna," she said. "He has no power over you anymore." Jenna stood stock still. "What's next?"
"We were out," said Jenna weakly. The scene shifted to a store, with Jenna wearing a schoolgirl outfit and no underwear, her face still covered in cum. "He wanted me to be, to be seen, embarrassed, humiliated," Jenna brought her hands up to cover her face. "And be turned on by it."
Nadia gently pushed Jenna's hands down. "Look at it, Jenna. Face it." The girl let her hands drop and she looked at the dream. "See him doing it all, not you. It's not who you are, you don't have to let it turn you on anymore."
"But it does," said Jenna, squirming. "I can't help it."
"It's okay, you can feel it, let it pass, and remember that it's his, not yours." Nadia turned Jenna to face her. "It's not your desire driving this. You are safe from his control."
"But... but..." The scene shifted to the final one. Jenna was naked, surrounded by a group of men, being fondled and groped. Nadia saw Jenna's self-perception shift on her face, becoming the slave again. The girl Nadia was holding was suddenly naked, the squirming becoming more pronounced as a moan escaped the now tear-free face. "It's so good," Jenna sighed. "Where I belong."
"No, Jenna, come back to me," said Nadia, shaking the girl a little. "You can fight it, Jenna!"
"Barbie needs to cum," Jenna said. She snapped her head to look right into Nadia's eyes. "Will you help? Please?" Her hands grabbed Nadia's forearms, pulling one towards her breast and the other towards her crotch.
Nadia sighed. She dropped her hands in the physical world, and with the touch broken, let the mental images fall quickly away. They were back in the consultation room.
Jenna looked up at her, then started crying again. "I'm so sorry, so sorry," she said, face in hands.
"No, listen, we made good progress," said Nadia, stepping back and sitting, "with the things you were able to do. Your mental self is fully clothed, you're projecting confidence in yourself, you stayed with it through to the end."
"But he won, in the end," Jenna looked up through tear-filled eyes. "I lost control."
"But you did so well up until then, and you're so close. We'll get past the final stages soon and you'll make it all the way through dreams like that."
"I... I..." Jenna managed to stop her sobs. "I know, doctor. Nadia. You keep telling me I'll get through this."
"Yes, and you will. And you'll be stronger for it." Nadia looked quickly at her watch. "We're about at the time to start our session, are you ready for more?"
"No no no," Jenna said. "No more, not now. I need to... process first." She was rubbing her legs together, just slightly.
"Remember, we've only had a few sessions together."
"I... I know." Jenna weakly smiled at Nadia. "I'll be better next time."
"No, don't think like that. It's not better. It's coming back to you, to who you are without his control, to who you want to be, not who he wants you to be."
Jenna sighed. "Yes, doc... Nadia." She stood, Her hands dropping to start rubbing her legs. Nadia, looking at the student, saw a little moisture barely wetting the crotch of Jenna's shorts before she quickly raised her eyes. "I need to go." Jenna said, as she turned to leave. Stopping herself, she looked back at the post-grad. "Thank you. You really are helping."
"Thank you, Jenna." The student left, leaving Nadia to deflate into her chair.
"Dammit, I thought you were further..." she whispered to herself. She sighed and, grabbing her tablet, headed back to the office.
Tim was still there. "Aren't you supposed to be with that girl now?"
"She was early." Nadia slumped into the chair. "She'd had a dream."
"They all have dreams," said Tim. "And every one of them dreams of being a slave again, don't they?" He shook his head. "And you help them wallow in it."
"They face it," she said, holding back a sharper reply. It wasn't worth the argument with her office partner. "She's getting so much better."
"I saw her walk by after you were done," Tim said. "She had a wet spot."
"You pervert," Nadia said harshly.
"It was noticeable," he said, raising his hands.
"Keep your hands off my patients," she said, glaring at him.
"I'm not doing anything, just noting your... lack of progress."
"Fuck you," she replied, getting her tablet and backpack. She stormed out and headed to the library to prepare for her next case.
*****
Nadia's last case that day was her toughest. Sadie had been a college freshman when she was taken by one of her professors to the controller Nadia was trying to free her psyche from. The professor had been complicit, helping to enslave students for sexual favors. When she was finally caught, the professor claimed that she had been under control too, and wasn't even a lesbian. When the FBI did their psychic dive, they found that the professor was telling the truth, that she was just a smokescreen for the real controller. They'd found a few of the girls at the house that the professor took them to. Many more were nowhere to be found, along with the actual controller. She was only called Mistress by her slaves. Even the professor called her that.
Nadia was already in the consultation room when Sadie arrived. The student entered, wearing a skimpy crop top and miniskirt, showing her silk panties to Nadia as she sat. "Hi, Nadia."
"Hi Sadie." Nadia noticed that one of Sadie's hands was pulling her skirt up in front, lewdly splaying her legs to show off the dampness on her panties. The other hand then reached down and pulled the fabric tight across her lips, showing Nadia exactly what their shape was.
Nadia closed her eyes. "Please stop, Sadie." She really hadn't made any progress with the girl since starting. Sadie still hadn't been able to return to classes because she offered herself to everyone in the hall, even the professors, every time she went into a classroom.
"Oh, Nadia, you're no fun." Sadie dropped her hands, but waited for Nadia to open her eyes before swinging her legs into a more demure position.
"Okay, Sadie, let's get to work," said Nadia. She thought about how her advisor told her not to worry if she couldn't save everyone with her technique. It still ate at her, how little progress she'd made with Sadie.
The girl leaned forward and placed a finger on Nadia's lips. "Call me slave, Nadia," she said, drawing her finger down Nadia's chin, between her breasts. Nadia caught it before it could get any lower.
"Okay, Sadie, we'll work on your sense of self today, make you understand that you are not a slave, but a woman who has her own aspirations and desires."
"You'd make a good slave too," said Sadie, taking a tack she had before. "You'd love it, just like I do." One of her hands brushed a finger across her breasts. "It feels so good, like having your pussy licked all the time."
Nadia sighed at this familiar refrain. She stood up and placed her fingers on Sadie's temples. This time was a little different though. As she dove into Sadie's mind, she swore she felt hands over her own.
The familiar disorientation flowed through her mind, a kaleidoscope of colors swimming around her. The emotional swirl from Sadie was strong, with dripping desire, searing lust, and a deep submission intertwining to thrust through Nadia's head. She nearly fell to her knees as Sadie's passion threatened to overwhelm her. Nadia felt the echoes from Sadie trickle down her thighs.
The scene slowly coalesced around Nadia as she fought to maintain her control. She found herself standing next to Sadie in a bedroom, well equipped with sex toys. Nadia recognized it as the one that Sadie had been found it, chained by a collar to the bedpost. Nadia looked at Sadie, who smiled lustfully back. The girl was naked except for that collar with the chain. Every time she'd dived into Sadie's sense of self, it was her standing naked in this bedroom, chained, just like this.
"Now, Sadie, we have work to do." Nadia gently reached towards the girl, expecting some sort of sexual overture, just like all of the times before. This time, though, a different expression came over Sadie's face, one of expectation and cruelty.
"I have a surprise for you, Nadia." Sadie brought up her hand, brandishing a handcuff she hadn't had before. "Mistress visited last night, and she taught me a few things." She whipped one cuff onto Nadia's exposed wrist. "She taught me this is my space." She swung a surprised Nadia around and grabbed her other wrist. "I control what happens here, not you." She clapped the other cuff on the now-struggling graduate student.
Nadia sighed, realizing that this was now out of control and certainly not therapeutic. A sense of failure crept over her with the realization that Sadie was likely beyond her reach. In the physical world, she tried to drop her hands.
The connection didn't sever like she expected. She was still in Sadie's mind, still in the bedroom.
She pulled at her hands in the material world, but Sadie was holding them in place.
"Now now, Nadia, not yet." Sadie pushed Nadia face first over the back of the bed. It left her ass up in the air, which Sadie smacked as she closed in, pressing her body against Nadia's legs to hold her in place.. "You have some lessons to learn first." Nadia struggled, but only managed to flail around painfully over the footboard. She felt something cold sliding around her neck and started twisting her head to avoid it. It didn't matter, though. Sadie easily clicked a collar into place. "Lessons that will be so easy to learn since you are opening yourself to me by coming here."
Sadie took a step back, letting Nadia up. Nadia felt the chain that now bound her to the bed by her neck. "Let me go, now," said Nadia.
"Not until you learn, Nadia. You've been a bad girl, trying to free all these slaves, when really you should be helping them rejoin their owners."
Nadia kept struggling in the physical world. It wasn't working.
"Let's get you properly dressed." Sadie waved her hand at Nadia, and Nadia found her clothes changing. It was a first for her, having her mental projection modified by someone else. She looked at her body and found leather straps around her breasts and torso, leading down to her thighs and around her hips. Her head flipped up in shock. Sadie dragged her upright.
"How?" Nadia tried to bring her shields up, but she'd entered with them down to get into Sadie's dream.
"My world, silly. And you came in without your shields up to help me." Sadie looked right in her eyes. "Your self projection in here lives by my rules now." Sadie grinned cruelly. "Mistress taught me so much last night."
"No, you can't, this is me, my self, my projection of me..." Nadia shook herself and tried to reassert her control of her image in Sadie's mind.
"None of that, Nadia." Sadie materialized a crop in her hands and smacked Nadia's ass. The pain surprised Nadia and it interrupted her attempts to refocus. Sadie smacked her a few more times. "Time for that lesson." A mirror appeared in front of Nadia. "This is who you are," said Sadie. "See? Collared and chained, dressed like a slave." Sadie ran the crop up Nadia's front to her chin, guiding it so that Nadia lifted her head and looked in the mirror.
Nadia gasped. In her mind, she was telling herself that this wasn't her real self, not who she was. She couldn't be changed just by modifying her projection in a mental world, a dream. That didn't ease her mind, seeing herself as a slave burning its way deep inside.
Her projection was her mental idea of herself. She hadn't been permanently changed, had she?
In the physical world, her struggles ceased as she stared at her image in the mental mirror.
"See Nadia? See what you are now?" Sadie kept the crop on Nadia's chin while she ran fingers down Nadia's back to her ass. Cupping it, she said, "Your projected self is who you think you are, right?"
Nadia's mind fought not to believe it.
Nadia felt a blooming heat rush up from her clit to her head, touching every part of her body as it flowed. She took in rushed breaths, finding the desire difficult to control. She knew that this wasn't her, that she wasn't someone who got off on being a slave, but that didn't stop the building need.
"See what I can do now?" Sadie leaned in to kiss Nadia's neck. Nadia whimpered as she tried to reassert control of herself. The hand cupping her ass started rubbing, and Nadia found herself pressing back into it.
This wasn't possible. She should be able to break away, to stop this assault on her mental state, to stop the sexual rush being forced on her. She just had to drop her hands...
"Leave your hands in place, Nadia."
And just like that, her ability to move them went away. She'd come in unprotected, not thinking... Exactly. Not thinking.
"Right, don't think. Slaves don't think. Just do what they're told. And feel what their owner wants them to."
Sadie shifted and the crop was now a vibrator. "And I want to you feel good, feel what it's like to be a slave for Mistress." She brought the instrument to Nadia's clit. The woman gasped, pressing her hips involuntarily into the device for more stimulation. "Feel how good it is to be owned."
Nadia moaned, something in her psyche shifting as the pleasure drove all thought from her mind. She quickly came, dripping around the vibrator. It didn't end though. The waves kept coming, kept cresting, kept her mind blank as she felt the bliss carry Sadie's words into her deepest self. She didn't notice Sadie next to her, gently whispering into her ear.
When she came back to herself, she was in the physical world again, still standing in front of Sadie. Her hands dropped from Sadie's temples. She moaned, feeling another crest coming. She looked down and found her pants and panties around her ankles and Sadie with her fingers buried inside Nadia's pussy, Sadie's other hand gently swirling Nadia's clit expertly. Nadia couldn't stop the orgasm from wracking her body, dripping down her thighs and loudly sounding her pleasure to the world.
"There, your first orgasm as a slave," said Sadie. "Best you've ever had, wasn't it?"
"Fuck yes," slipped out of Nadia's mouth before she could stop it.
"And it'll only get better," said Sadie, smiling up at her maliciously. "We just need to you meet Mistress."
"Fuck yes," slipped out again before Nadia really thought about what she was agreeing to. "Wait, no, I don't..."
Sadie brought her hand up and thrust her wet fingers into Nadia's mouth. "Suck."
Nadia did, at first. She stopped herself and spat out Sadie's fingers.
"Not yet fully controlled. Soon enough." Sadie stood up. "You can't stop it now." She brought Nadia's hands back up to her temples. "Dive into my dreams again, Nadia, and enslave yourself."
Nadia felt her hands guided back up to Sadie's temples and felt the desire to dive in build. She barely managed to rip her hands away.
"No."
"Aww, too bad." Sadie smiled. "Next time then." She stood and licked her fingers. "Text me when you're ready." She pointed at Nadia's phone in her pants pocket.
Nadia bent over to pull up her pants while Sadie left. Nadia blushed furiously as she hurried to get her clothes into place with the door wide open. Once done, she grabbed her phone. There was a text. She checked it, and it was from Sadie.
"Text 4 more, slave"
Nadia blew out a trembling breath as she sank into her chair.
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I think you might have double posted this, of maybe there some reinforcement going on that I didn’t catch.
It’s a good premise and great creative use of dream therapy. It’s not necessarily in lane just yet, but it could with a few turns. It pushes dome of the my buttons. In particular the suggestion that we are dealing with a cult leader and possible serial mind control.
We don’t get to see what Nadia is like the day after, or later that night. I would wish for a progression with Nadia’s mental state though a series of sessions with Sadie (that’s a familiar name connected to a famous cult leader, which works for me). I would be disappointed if there were only one more chapter and now it’s all about Nadia the thrall rather than the grad student. However if it’s Nadia the thrall and Mistress is using Nadia’s dream therapy technics to control others. It could be in the sweet spot for me.
I absolutely feel it’s an idea worth pursuing more. After all it’s got a nice beat and I feel I could dance to it. :)