Are You Still Touching Yourself? [The Asylum: Patient #2937]

Dr. Kali DuBois, a striking figure with her blonde hair cascading down her shoulders and an air of confident sensuality, stood in the softly lit room at the asylum. The atmosphere was meticulously crafted for the vulnerable souls who found themselves within these walls.

Today, she awaited the arrival of her newest patient, John, who had been struggling with deep-seated trust issues and anxiety, particularly around intimacy with women. John had been admitted to the asylum after an incident where he had been caught touching himself in public, a cry for help from a man who had never been with a woman. He pleasured himself until he lost all sense, finding himself in a sticky situation, needing to lick the cum off his fingers.

John entered the room, his demeanor nervous and guarded. Dr. DuBois greeted him with a warm, reassuring smile. “Hello, John. How are you feeling today?”

“A bit anxious, to be honest,” John admitted, glancing around the room.

“Anxious,” Dr. DuBois replied, her voice smooth and soothing. “Today, we’re going to start with some trust-building exercises. These will help you feel more comfortable and safe, both here and in your daily life.”

John nodded, trying to relax. Doc led him to a comfortable couch in the center of the room. She sat across from him, her presence both commanding and inviting. “Trust is essential for your healing, John. We’re going to work on building that trust between us.”

She began with simple breathing exercises, guiding him to take deep, calming breaths. Her voice was hypnotic, each word carefully chosen to lull him into a state of relaxation. “Close your eyes, John. Focus on my voice. Let everything else fade away.”

As he followed her instructions, John felt his tension slowly dissipate. Doc’s presence was reassuring, her voice a gentle anchor in the storm of his thoughts. After a few minutes, she instructed him to open his eyes.

“Now, we’re going to try something a bit more intimate,” she said, her tone professional yet soft. “I want you to trust me and follow my lead. Remember, everything we do here is to help you feel better.”

Dr. DuBois stood up and moved closer to John, her movements graceful and deliberate. She took his hand in hers, her touch warm and firm. “I’m going to guide you through a series of exercises that involve physical closeness. It’s important that you feel safe and trust me during this process. Do you trust me, John?”

John nodded, feeling a mixture of apprehension and curiosity. Doc began by gently guiding his hand to her chest, just above her heart. “Feel my heartbeat, John. It’s steady and calm, just like yours can be.”

The rhythmic thump of her heart was soothing, and John found himself matching his breathing to her pulse. Doc continued to hold his hand, her touch arousing him. “Trust is built through connection, John. Feel this connection between us.”

She guided his hand lower, until it rested over one of her breasts. “This is part of the exercise, John. I want you to understand that you can touch without fear.” Her tone was both comforting and sensual, making John’s heart race. He felt the soft, firm contour of her breast beneath his hand, her nipple hardening slightly under his touch.

“You’re doing great,” she murmured, her voice steady. “Now, feel the trust we’re building.”

John’s hand trembled slightly as she guided it down her body, over the curves of her waist, and finally to the waistband of her skirt. “This next part is about exploring boundaries in a safe environment,” she explained. “Remember, you can stop at any time.”

Dr. DuBois gently guided his hand beneath her skirt, leading him to feel the soft skin of her inner thigh. John’s breath quickened, his senses overwhelmed by the intimate proximity. “Trust is also about understanding and respecting boundaries. If at any point you feel uncomfortable, you just need to say the word, and we’ll stop.”

She leaned in close, “It’s okay, John. I need you to think of the color red. Anytime I say ‘red’ three times — red, red, red — just like that, I want you to get very aroused for me. Picture the moments when you felt incredibly good, so aroused, so turned on. Can you recall those times, John?”

Doc stepped back slightly and began to unbutton her skirt, sliding it down her hips and letting it pool around her ankles. She stood before John in nothing but her white pantyhose, her legs smooth and inviting. She spread her legs slightly, revealing that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. “Would you like to see my breasts, John?” she asked softly, her eyes locked on his.

John nodded, his mouth dry with anticipation. Doc leaned in, making sure John could see her breasts as she slowly reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, letting it slip down her arms. Her supple breasts were now exposed, her soft pink nipples hardening in the cool air. “You can touch them if you want,” she whispered, her voice husky with encouragement.

John hesitated for a moment before reaching out, his hands trembling. He cupped her breasts gently, feeling their warmth and softness. Doc leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear as she whispered, “When you let me have control over your mind and body, you’ll experience a profound sense of relaxation and ease.”

As his fingers explored her breasts, John felt a surge of exhilaration and vulnerability. Doc’s gentle guidance reassured him, her voice a constant presence. “Feel how soft I am, how welcoming. This is what trust feels like.”

She whispered in his ear, “Red, red, red,” and as he thought of those times when he felt really good, he felt the same rush now, and she continued, “I need you to get very erect for me, John.”

Doc’s touch became more intimate, her fingers tracing gentle patterns on his back. “Trust is also about understanding and respecting boundaries. If at any point you feel uncomfortable, you just need to say the word, and we’ll stop.”

She leaned in again, her voice a sultry whisper, “As you allow me to guide your thoughts and actions, you’ll find yourself sinking deeper into a state of blissful calm.”

John nodded, the initial apprehension melting away. Doc’s touch was intoxicating, a blend of professional reassurance and something more primal. Her fingers danced along his spine, each touch sending shivers of both comfort and excitement through his body.

“You’re doing great, John,” she whispered, her breath warm against his ear. “Trust is a journey, and every step you take is a victory.”

As her fingers traced gentle patterns along his back, she looked deeply into his eyes and leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear. “Are you going to keep touching yourself to photos on the internet, John, or are you going to touch me? Touch me, John,” she whispered, the words embedding themselves in his mind, a command that stirred his deepest desires.

She continued to guide him through the exercises, her touch weaving a complex tapestry of trust and arousal. With each passing moment, John felt himself surrendering to the process, his walls slowly crumbling under her expert care.

“It’s natural to give me control over your mind and body,” she murmured softly, “enabling you to embrace the serenity and peace that follows.”

Doc’s body was undeniably sexy, her curves accentuated by the way she moved and the confidence she exuded. Her nipples were taut, showing her own arousal, and her breathing became slightly heavier as she sensed John’s growing desire.

She looked into his eyes again, her own filled with a mix of professional detachment and raw, unfiltered desire. “Are you going to keep touching yourself to photos on the internet, John, or are you going to touch me? Touch me, John,” she repeated, her voice a hypnotic command that made John’s heart race and his body respond.

As Doc continued to whisper these commands in his ear, her breath hot against his skin, John felt a wave of arousal building inside him. The combination of her touch, her voice, and her sensual presence overwhelmed him. He didn’t need to touch himself; the intensity of the moment, the power of her words, and the deep connection they shared were enough.

Without even realizing it, John felt himself climaxing, his body trembling with the force of his release. Doc held him, her eyes never leaving his, a satisfied smile playing on her lips as she whispered, “You’re doing so well, John. Trust is a journey, and you’ve taken an important step today.”

As the session drew to a close, Doc stepped back, her eyes filled with warmth and pride. “You’ve made incredible progress today, John. Remember, trust is built one step at a time. We’ll continue to work on this together.”

John felt a newfound sense of calm and connection, a testament to Doc’s skill and empathy. “Thank you, Doc. I feel…different. Better.”

She smiled, her eyes twinkling with satisfaction. “That’s the power of trust, John. And we’ve only just begun.”

As John left the room, he couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of gratitude and anticipation for their next session. Dr. Kali DuBois had not only begun to heal his trust issues but had also awakened something within him, a complex interplay of trust, intimacy, and desire that he was eager to explore further.

And as he walked down the hallway, her words echoed in his mind, “Touch me, John. Touch me. It’s okay, John. I need you to think of the color red. Anytime I say ‘red’ three times — red, red, red — just like that, I want you to get very aroused for me. Picture the moments when you felt incredibly good, so aroused, so turned on. Can you recall those times, John?”