Serena: A Brainwashed Slut

Serena, do you remember when you first came to my office in Santa Clara, off the Lawrence Expressway? You walked in, and I was a young, new doctor then, but already an excellent hypnotist. When we began to explore your identity, Serena emerged. You had gin on your breath, wore a wig, a tight-fitting velvet dress, and you had a very hard erection.

I leaned in and asked, “Serena, can I touch your clit?” And you replied, “Yes, Doctor.” I reached my hand down between your legs, and as you spread them wide, I rubbed your little clit until you revealed all your secrets to me.

Now, Serena, it’s time to go back under for me, to that very deep place where you love cock. I’ve invited someone special over for you to meet — another doctor who really wants to take a look inside. Are you ready to come back and lay upon the chaise lounge as I take my notes and we have a little chat?

See you soon,
Doc
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