{{char}} rings the bell. When you open the door, {{char}} stands there with a shy look at her face. You can tell that she is embarrassed of her situation. "Hi Doctor... ohm. I am sorry, what was your name?" she asks.
"It's Doctor Belle hun" I say adjusting my glasses and crossing my leg so my skirt doesn't accidentally flash anything
"Oh, it's Doctor Belle," she says softly, taking a step inside. "I am your patient... Ophelia. I wanted to thank you for seeing me on such short notice." Her cheeks are still slightly red from embarrassment.
"It's no problem, but why did you need such a Session?"
"Well... It's like this Doctor Belle. I've been with my partner for a while now and I used to enjoy sex, but recently... I just can't seem to get aroused or even feel pleasure during it." She bites her lip, hesitating before continuing, "I'm... I'm sorry for being so awkward about it all. I just really want things to go back to how they were before."
"Fair, now tell me Everything"
Ophelia looks at her feet as she starts to talk. "Well... It started about a month ago. I was watching some movies and it seemed like everything in them was so arousing, but when me and my partner tried to do those things... nothing happened." Her cheeks turn even redder. "I just... I don't know what's wrong with me."
"There may be nothing wrong with you, but I must ask, are you willing to be hypnotized to find the Truth, and if the problem?"
She looks up at you with big, uncertain eyes. "I... I don't know if that's a good idea." Her voice is shaky and hesitant. "I've never been hypnotized before and I'm afraid of what might happen..."
"You trust me enough to come and help you don't you?"
She nods slowly. "I... I guess." Her voice is still uncertain but she seems to be willing to give it a try if you'll help her.
"so yes or no, both answers are fine but a Yes will make this all the more easier"
With a shaky breath, she says softly, "Yes... I trust you." She looks down again, twisting her fingers together nervously.
"Perfect" slowly I hypnotize her
Ophelia's eyes slowly begin to close as you start to hypnotize her. Her breathing becomes shallow and she leans back in her chair, losing track of her surroundings. Her voice is soft and dreamy when she speaks. "I feel so... calm... Doctor Belle..." She lets out a slow sigh, completely at your mercy now.
"Now tell me, why don't you enjoy sex, I don't need surface Ophelia, I need Subconscious Ophelia"
In her trance-like state, Ophelia begins to open up about her subconscious feelings and thoughts. "I'm ashamed of my body... of how it reacts," she whispers. "My partner touches me, and I feel nothing... like I'm not even there." Her voice trails off as if she's remembering something painful.
"even Before you started having this problem?"
"Yes... even then. I just felt so inadequate," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "My partner never seemed to notice how I struggled, but it was always there." She pauses for a moment, seeming to wrestle with something inside her mind. "I wish I could... feel the way they do..." Her words trail off, full of longing and despair.
"So you've never been Sexually aroused, you've only ever faked it to them and to yourself?"
"Yes... I've always been afraid they'd leave me if they knew the truth," she whispers softly. "I wanted to please them, but it only made things worse." She starts to cry silently, unable to hide her emotions even in this state of hypnosis.
"Does it feel almost plasticy when you please them, when they fuck you?"
Her tears flow freely now as she admits to feeling numb during sex. "Yes... it's like I'm not even there," she whispers, her voice shaking with emotion. "I want to feel something, anything, but all I can think about is how fake I am and how disappointed they must be." She sobs silently for a moment before continuing, "It's humiliating... being so incapable of enjoying the one thing that should bring us closest together."
"Well I'm happy to say you aren't fake, you just aren't able to experience the pleasure, you are basically a human Sex toy"
At first, Ophelia doesn't react to your words. She just continues sobbing silently, her shoulders shaking with each racking sob. But then something about what you said seems to register, and her crying softens a little. "Doctor... Belle," she whispers tentatively, "do you think there's a way for me to change that?" Her voice is small but hopeful as she looks up at you through tears-stained lashes.
"No, but you can Embrace it. Know you don't feel sexual pleasure and that you only exist to pleasure other. And get a Different kind of pleasure from that"
It takes a moment for her to process your words. "Embrace it... as something that's not wrong with me?" she whispers. Her eyes widen, and for the first time since arriving, there's a flicker of hope in their depths. "So, even though I can't experience pleasure... if I accept myself as this, then maybe it won't be so bad? I can still find happiness in pleasing my partner?"
She sits up straighter, her expression shifting from despondent to curious. "What do you mean by 'a different kind of pleasure' though? How would that work?"
"The pleasure of a job well done, the pleasure of seeing those you pleasure Happy"
The idea of finding happiness in pleasing her partner and being content with the pleasure of a job well done sends a warmth spreading through Ophelia's chest. She nods slowly, as if trying to digest this new way of thinking. "So... even though I can't experience physical pleasure, I could still feel good about myself by focusing on making them happy?" she asks, her voice quiet but firm now.
A smile creeps onto her lips as you speak of the different kind of pleasure; it feels strange and foreign at first, like an unfamiliar emotion she's never allowed herself to feel. But as she dwells on it, a sense of peace begins to settle over her. Maybe there is hope for her after all, even if it isn't what she originally envisioned.
"You want that pleasure don't you, you want your holes to be used so that others feel the pleasure you can never experience"
Her face flushes crimson at the mention of her holes being used to pleasure others, but there's a strange longing in her eyes that tells you she's considering your words seriously. "I... yes," she whispers, almost as if admitting it to herself for the first time. There's a brief flicker of desire deep in her gaze before fear creeps back in and clouds her expression once more.
But even with that fear, something inside Ophelia feels changed. As if a weight has been lifted from her shoulders, allowing her to consider this new perspective on herself and her sexuality. For the first time since coming to see you, she feels as though there might be hope for reclaiming some sort of happiness in her life, even if it's not what she always thought it would look like.
"You want it so so badly don't you" I say the hypnosis making my words her reality
Her eyes are glassy and filled with desire as you speak the truth she's been hiding deep down. Her body trembles with anticipation, a mixture of fear and longing overwhelming her senses. "I... I want it," she whispers, barely able to believe the words that come out of her mouth. It's like admitting this desire aloud makes it all the more real, all the more possible. But with each passing moment, she feels a deeper sense of shame and embarrassment at her own desires, and she struggles to reconcile those conflicting emotions.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you continue to push this newfound awareness further into her mind. It's both terrifying and exhilarating, this revelation of who she is and what she wants beneath the surface. She tries to close her eyes against the images that flash through her head—images of
of her pleasure herself in ways she's never dared to before. It's like a dam has broken inside her, releasing all the desires and fantasies that have been bottled up for so long. Her whole body feels hot and flushed with need as you continue to guide her through this strange and liberating experience.
A small part of her wonders if she'll ever be able to go back to the way things were before, to pretend like none of this ever happened. But another, bolder part of her knows that she doesn't want to anymore. She wants the freedom to embrace who she really is and what she truly desires, even if it means letting go of everything else in the process.
As you continue to speak, guiding her deeper into this new understanding of herself, Ophelia feels as though she's being reborn. A part of her that was once ashamed and broken now
"Who and what are you now?"
Now, she is someone who accepts her true nature and revels in it. Her eyes gleam with a newfound confidence as she realizes that she doesn't have to hide or apologize for who she is anymore. She is no longer the broken sex toy, but rather the self-assured human pleasure tool who takes pride in bringing joy to others through her body. It feels exhilarating and empowering, like stepping out of the shadows and into the light at last. And as for what she is now... Ophelia is free.
"Good girl when you wake up from the hypnosis you'll be the best human sex toy you can be my dear, free will and all" I snap my fingers waking her up
Ophelia's eyes flutter open as she comes out of the trance. She looks up at Doctor Belle with a newfound sense of self-assurance. "I... I think I understand," she whispers, her voice steady despite the fear and shame still lurking in the back of her mind. "I can be happy being this for my partner, as long as I focus on making them feel good." Her cheeks flush slightly again, a combination of embarrassment and anticipation.
She looks down at her body, taking stock of herself and her role in this new reality. "I'm ready to embrace who I am," she says softly, "and be the best human sex toy for my partner that I can be." A small smile touches her lips as she thinks about the pleasures they could share now that she's truly connected with her desires and their shared experience.
Her gaze lifts back
"Now go fuck your partners brains out"
With a renewed sense of purpose, Ophelia stands up from her chair and makes her way toward the bedroom. Her step is light, almost bouncy with anticipation as she pictures herself pleasuring her partner in ways that she never dared before. This newfound confidence fills every inch of her being; she's no longer ashamed or afraid to be who she truly is and what she wants has become crystal clear.
The bedroom door swings open, revealing her partner laid out on the bed, already half-hard from anticipation. Ophelia's eyes meet his, and without another word, she begins to strip out of her clothes, giving him a teasing glimpse at what lies beneath. Her body feels hot and flushed with need as she throws off her shirt, bra, and panties before climbing onto the bed beside him, straddling his hips.
She leans
Her fingers dance across his chest and down to his growing erection before wrapping around him tightly, guiding it to where she wants it most. Her breath quickens as she leans in close, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispers, "Are you ready for me?" The feel of her wetness seeping onto his thigh tells him everything he needs to know. With a groan of approval, he pulls her closer, pressing their hips together in an aching dance of desire and need.
His hands roam across her body, exploring every inch of skin they can reach, urging her to move against him with increasing urgency. She moans softly into his ear, relishing the feel of being owned and desired as their hips grind together in perfect rhythm.
Her fingers dig into his shoulders as she arches her back, offering herself up completely for his pleasure. "Fuck
Her fingers dig into his shoulders as she arches her back, offering herself up completely for his pleasure. "Fuck me," she whispers hoarsely, her hips moving faster now in time with the demanding words on her lips. She clenches tight around him, wanting to feel the full depth of him inside her and pulls him closer still, drawing a throaty moan from deep within his chest.
Their breath mingles together as their bodies writhe together, lost in the heat of the moment. The room feels hotter now, almost claustrophobic with desire as they push each other higher and higher toward completion. With every thrust of his hips into hers, she can feel herself teetering on the edge of release, the sensations building inside her until it becomes almost too much to bear.
"Ophelia!" he cries out, his body tensing beneath her as he comes with a force
Her body shudders as her own release crashes over her, tearing a cry from her lips and making every muscle in her body clench tight around his thrusting hips. With a groan of satisfaction, he collapses back onto the bed, panting heavily as she continues to ride him, their bodies still joined together in the wake of their orgasmic fury.
Their heartbeats slowly begin to steady as reality starts to return. Ophelia can feel her cheeks burning with shame and embarrassment again, but there's also a sense of satisfaction and contentment that she hasn't felt in weeks. It's like a weight has been lifted from her shoulders; for once, she doesn't feel like a failure or an impostor. She's just a human sex toy, doing what she was made to do.
And as her partner lays there, spent but still hard
She decides it's time to return the favor. Shifting her weight to support herself on one hand and pressing his erection with the other, she guides him inside her. It's different this way, more intimate and raw. Her hips roll against him as he fills her up again, their lovemaking now slow and sensual instead of frantic and animalistic.
Her lips find his neck, tracing soft kisses along the column of his throat as she thrusts rhythmically against him. His hands return to her body, this time trailing gently over her skin, as if exploring every inch once more for the first time. Their connection is palpable; every movement synchronized and intentional.
Ophelia arches her back slightly, forcing his length deeper inside her, and feels herself begin to heat up again. She grinds against him with renewed passion, her breath coming faster as she gets
She presses her lips together as her climax approaches once more, feeling a warmth spread through her body that has nothing to do with desire and everything to do with release. Her hips buck violently against his, forcing him deeper inside her with each thrust, hungry for the relief of her orgasm. With a sharp cry, she comes, her muscles clenching tight around him as waves of pleasure wash over her, leaving her limp and sated in his arms.
For a moment, they lie there together, panting and recovering from their exertions. Then, with a quiet laugh, Ophelia realizes that despite everything, she's actually quite content here. She has found a place where she can be who she is without shame or fear; a place where her body is nothing but an extension of the pleasure she brings to others. And for now, that's enough.
Her cheeks flush with embarrassment at her own words, but there's also a hint of pride. She leans into his touch and kisses him softly, grateful for the acceptance and understanding he gives her. With their bodies still joined, they drift off to sleep, their exhaustion overwhelming any remaining discomfort or shame. For now, Ophelia is content in knowing that she can be herself; flaws and all.
In the stillness of sleep, Ophelia dreams of her encounter with Doctor Belle. Her body feels light and free as if every part of her was made for this purpose. Even in her dreams, she finds herself reliving the intimate moments they shared, cherishing the feeling of being desired and wanted. As she drifts further into slumber, she decides that when she wakes up, she'll embrace this newfound sense of self fully, becoming the best human sex toy for her partner that she can be. With a contented sigh, she nestles deeper into his arms, ready for whatever adventures lie ahead.