Sexual Immersion Therapy
Chapter Thirty
I poured my voice into Terri and was completely hard by the time she was fully immersed. Closing my eyes for several seconds, I thought about what I really wanted from her. A blowjob from those incredible lips was a given, but I also thought about her iration—or envy—of Gina’s workout body. I would channel her in that direction, but first I wanted to hear about her discovery of her deep-throating ability, and what she’d been doing with it up to now.
“Terri, how many blow-jobs have you given since your appointment with Michael last week?”
“Five,” she said with no hesitation.
Quick work! “Was Alexandre’s cock one of these?”
“No.”
“Because he’s no longer your boyfriend?”
“Yes.”
And good riddance. “The cocks you did suck… Were these all from internet dating?”
“Three, yes. Two with a supplier to the garden center.”
I didn’t need to know the details of these encounters, but I was curious as to where the sex took place. “Where were you when you performed these blow-jobs?”
“My car.”
“Every time?”
“Yes.”
She couldn’t see it, but I had a big grin on my face. I hadn’t had sex in a car in ages.
“Terri, you are quitting therapy because you have to suck Michael’s cock. You don’t need therapy any more, but you do need Michael’s semen down your throat.” And here I paused before asking, “How big was the largest penis you’ve ever encountered during sex?”
A hesitation, indicating that the answer wasn’t immediately known. “Maybe seven and a half inches.”
That meant her new throat skills hadn’t even been challenged all that much, at least not by an actual dick. “Terri, have you sucked some other, larger, stand-ins for a penis recently?
“Yes.”
I pictured her discovering and then exploring her potential, like Spiderman’s very first crawls up vertical surfaces. “And how big was the largest object to go down your throat?”
A slight frown between her eyes, indicating she didn’t exactly know. “Nine inches.”
I smiled and looked at my watch. I could have Terri demonstrating her new sucking skills were right here right now, but I should have some fuel in the tank for Mira. Also, I’d grown attached to the idea of having car sex again, and I didn’t want it to happen in broad daylight, baking in the sun.
A plan appeared, that could become ever more enjoyable as the day went on. It seemed to me that Terri’s superpower fantasies were the perfect playground for my immersion influence, because the comic book world was full of amplifications and wish-fulfillment fantasies, where the impossible was somehow plausible. Why not take this woman’s fetish and also her underutilized sexual energy, turning the volume up to near-ridiculous proportions?
Pausing for one deep breath, I dove in. “Terri, you are only at the beginning of discovering just how special you are. Your complete lack of a gag reflex is an extraordinary gift, and you have every reason to believe that you can raise the art of fellatio to virtuosic heights, giving more pleasure to the world than most have even dreamed of. There was Leonardo with a brush, and Michael Jordan with a basketball, and Serena Williams with a tennis racket. And now there is you, with more talent in your beautiful mouth and relaxed throat than all of them combined. You are a freak of nature, a true genius when it comes to extracting cum from penises. Giving otherworldly blow-jobs is your art form, your contribution to humanity. It is your superpower.”
It was like I could watch the effect of her beautiful lips listening and responding to my words.
“But that is not your only superpower. Your physical beauty is a superpower, as is your intelligence. Your insatiable wish for deeply felt sexual satisfaction is also a superpower, as is your ability to pursue rich sexual experiences while succeeding at all other aspects of life. Out in the public eye, you can be responsible and successful and caring, like superheroes with extremely positive secret identities. You can be a brilliant floral artist, growing the business with your mother. Your confidence will bloom like the most beautiful flowers do, for all the world to see.
But you will have another life, too, where your cum-swallowing alter-ego discovers just how explosive and mind-bending her orgasms can be. Gone are the low voltage orgasms you’ve known up to now; anyone can have those. For you, a deep and profound change is coming because very deep inside of you, at the very center of your body and your being, there is a sexual core that can bestow astounding orgasmic bliss upon you. Once accessed, that power released into your brain and body, you will no longer be limited the way ordinary humans are, with their ho-hum mortal orgasms. You will be able to climax the way a superhero would climax.”
And just like that, the woman’s flowery smell had been replaced by the scent of an extremely excited vagina. Not that I would stop if somehow directed to, but her body was green-lighting everything I was doing.
“You have sensed this potential within you for the whole of your adult life. It felt like a fantasy that must be kept secret because other people don’t understand that humanity has only scratched the surface of sexual pleasures, sexual possibilities. An ordinary person doesn’t spend time dreaming that they could fly, because they know in their heart that they can’t and never will. But you know that you are no ordinary woman when it comes to the sexual forces that exist inside you. You’ve always known the truth of this, even if every fact of daily life argued otherwise. No wonder you thought you deserved to be with such a beautiful man, Alexandre. Deep down you knew how exceptional you are, how privileged he would be, to be with you. But Alexandre was completely stuck in ordinary attitudes about life, and about sex. He could never grasp that you are the truly special one, the insanely talented one.
Her lips were fuller than ever, something in the set of her mouth expressing awe even in her state of relaxation.
“Terri, to unleash this almost limitless power within you, a catalyst is needed. You are on the brink of this incredible possibility, and fate has brought you into the orbit of the catalyst. What you need is so close; it’s like you have spider-sense that makes your tongue and your nipples tingle, that makes your clitoris vibrate like it has thousands of tiny antennae, all trying to tell you where the catalyst is that can unleash your full orgasmic power.
Your version of spider-sense, which is really a cock-sense about your former therapist’s massive penis, knows that Michael’s semen is the catalyst you need. A torrent of Michael’s semen rushing down your throat is the secret ingredient that can turn you into a super-sexual being, a goddess of orgasmic magnificence. It does not matter why this is true—the universe and especially human sexuality work in mysterious ways—but once Michael’s semen is absorbed by your body, your cells tasting his DNA, you will no longer be orgasmically limited. You will be able to give otherworldly blowjobs and even come in an otherworldly way.”
And then, with what I knew of comic book causality right there in my brain, new language came.
“Terri, when you bring Michael off tonight with your mouth and throat, you will experience your very first yellow sun orgasms, orgasms that feel like they could break beds and even rupture the earth. Superhuman orgasms, orgasms that even the gods or the most powerful superheroes would envy.”
I was out of breath, the pulsing in my cock palpable in my temples. What I was pouring into Terri’s ears would be absurd for most women, but that was the beauty of the immersion technique—with secret desires out in the open, I could find the right words, the right themes, for all kinds of transformative sex games.
“Terri, you quit therapy and came here today because you wanted to arrange a means of sucking Michael’s cock. Michael is a desirable man and a good man. He is also a very sexual man, and an incredibly gifted lover. You know that he is polyamorous, someone with many lovers, because what else would he be?
And now it is your turn. After Michael brings you out of this special state, you will find him sitting behind his desk as usual, and your cock-sense will tell you that he is concealing an erection from you. This is because he finds you so irresistibly attractive, especially your beautiful mouth. Also, your pussy expressed its need and its potential while you were in the special relaxed state. Michael breathed in the scent of your lust and it is powerful just like you are, and now he cannot help but be hard with you nearby.
You will be tempted to suck Michael off before you even leave this office, but that will feel too ordinary for you, not nearly adventurous enough. You will flirt with Michael, making it obvious that you want to have sex with him. When he tells you that he finds you beautiful and sexy, it will feel like his words are going straight into your nipples and clitoris, making them tingle and need. You will ask him to walk you to the door, and when he stands and you see that he is indeed hard for you, you will leave the office feeling incredibly horny and inspired. A plan will flash in your mind, to return later to drink Michael’s semen before the day’s end.
That is why you will return to this office complex just before it gets dark tonight, waiting in your car, scoping out Michael’s movements like a spy. As soon as you see him, you will entice him into your car. If it’s safe, no chance that anyone would discover what you’re doing, you will do or say whatever it takes to give Michael the most amazing blow-job of his life, right in the parking lot. If it isn’t safe, you’ll drive Michael to wherever the same thing can be done without interruption. Do you understand?”
“Yes…”
She understood it enough that my office was practically reeking of pussy now. Working with that, I went on.
“Terri, when you come out of this special state, it will immediately be apparent that you are extremely excited, very wet and almost amazingly fragrant. This is so right, even perfect, because you can feel how you’re right on the cusp of a full sexual awakening, an orgasmic transformation. Rather than being worried or embarrassed about smelling like a woman with vast sexual needs, you will revel in knowing that Michael has been breathing in your excited state. Molecules of your sexual potency are inside him already. In that way he already has the taste of you, another reason that you must soon have the taste of him.
Smelling good is a part of who you are, and today you will be shameless in the way you use your overpowering sexual scent to flirt with Michael. You will not suck his cock before leaving, but you can tease him mercilessly with your smell, with sexual hints and dirty looks and even teasing touches, making him so hard that he’ll have no choice but to do whatever you say when you have him in your car tonight. You are special, just hours to go before becoming a super-sexual deep-throating super-fuck, extracting Michael-cum as only you can.”
Terri let out a whispered grunt, her stiffened nipples punctuating the fabric of her dress. A lean of my body from the waist gave me a wonderful view of just how damp her panties had become at the triangle where her thighs met, and holy shit did she ever smell like sex.
“Terri, when you do get to suck Michael’s cock later on, you will discover that his penis is larger than any you have encountered before. The length and thickness of Michael’s cock will amaze you and delight you—it’s like a sign, an omen, and finally you will get to work your oral wonders on a penis that is worthy of your talents. You will want to suck Michael’s cock more than anything in the world, like it’s a mission from on-high. And when you do, when Michael’s cock goes farther down your throat than any cock you’ve sucked before, you will feel how that penetration is like an on-switch for the power of your sexual core. All you needed was a huge cock, or this particular cock, shooting cum down your throat to awaken your full orgasmic potential.
After that, Michael will want to continue having sex with you, going down on you and whatever else he decides. You will discover that having sex with Michael is entirely different than anything you’ve experienced in the past. When he plays with your nipples, when his fingers caress your body, every touch of his tongue or fingers or hard cock will send electric shocks through your system, pre-orgasmic tremors unlike anything you thought could exist. Every one of these tremors is an upwelling of intense sexual energy from your core, a charged pool of power just waiting to fuel the first super-orgasms of your life. Michael will want to eat your pussy, and when he does you will feel like all the nerve-endings that make it so sensitive are multiplying by the tens of thousands. You will feel no fear at this, only awe and wanting more and more of it, the energy continuing to rise and gather.
She made a sound through slightly parted lips, perhaps a gasp, perhaps a whimper. I wasn’t done with her yet, and kept going.
“Terri, to be able to function in the world when you are able to experience such insanely powerful orgasms, you will need to be in peak physical condition. It isn’t enough for you to be healthy and beautiful; that was sufficient when you were modeling, but now you need to strengthen your body until you even look like a superhero. Today you were envious of Michael’s receptionist’s physique, and you must become strong like that, too. It will take dedication over many months, but the drive to improve your physique is amazingly strong, an imperative from deep within. Discipline will come easily because you have always wanted this. You have fantasized for years about being powerful, and now you must turn these fantasies into reality.”
I paused here, recalling Gina’s coffee table book on female bodybuilding, and how things could go too far for my tastes.
“Terri, even as you get stronger you will want your look to remain extremely feminine. You have wonderful curves and you will want to enhance that curviness, rather than sculpt yourself into more of a hard-edged and veiny masculine form. You will hire a trainer if needed, telling them exactly what your physical ideal is, and you will have more than enough discipline and drive to achieve your goals. As you are now you are already exquisitely beautiful, but the time has arrived to make yourself physically capable, too. Strong, fast, agile, flexible… You can remain very feminine but also become mighty. You will become mighty, as mighty as the super-orgasms that motivate you.”
It was my dick that was feeling the mightiest of all, like one significant twitch could have it obliterating my pants Hulk-style. I felt like I was in hypnosis heaven by going full Pygmalion on Terri, directing her to sculpt herself into the body type that I was most attracted to.
Getting back to business, I only needed to solidify Terri’s need to visit me again in the future. She could go off and live her life, including her amazing sexual life, as she wished, but she would eventually need to boomerang back to me, back to the man whose semen was somehow the catalyst for her amazing transformation. And she would always wish to be “relaxed” again whenever I suggested it, guaranteeing that I could make hypnotic adjustments in the future. I did this, then eased her back to consciousness, walking away and positioning my erection behind my desk, ready to play out the next chapter.
It was becoming a fairly common occurrence to witness beautiful women gaining awareness of how they’d become sexually excited in my office. It happened for Terri when she was swinging her feet towards the floor, a tiny hitch in the movement that told the story.
Looking down at her legs or perhaps between them, Terri smiled. She visibly took in a deep breath, no doubt filling her nostrils with cunt.
I could have remained silent, but chose to say, “It’s good to see you awake. You fell fast asleep.”
She glanced in my direction before slipping her feet into her heels. When she stood, she stretched her entire body with clasped hands high into the air, not minding that this created a hardened nipple exhibition while lifting the hem of her skimpy dress so high that I could see several inches of her panties.
“I think I had the sexiest dream ever,” she said, approaching the desk with an inspiring sway of her hips. “I was right here in this office, even though I won’t be coming here for therapy anymore.”
“I’ll miss you.”
“No you won’t. I’m going to come here to deliver flowers sometimes. My treat, just because I like you so much.”
“I like you too, Terri.” And I especially liked the wave of pussy aroma that got to my desk before she did, her typical floral scent completely overpowered by her excited state.
“The sexy dream I was having… I can’t the details, but I think you were in it. Like, we were romantic. It has me feeling… But you have a nose. You can tell exactly how I’m feeling, can’t you?”
I pretended to laugh in a nervous way. “I should be so lucky. You’re so…”
“I’m so what?”
“You’re just so beautiful. I can’t even imagine—”
One of her hands went down to a sleek thigh, and I half-expected her to pull her panties aside and show me her needy pussy. She stopped short of that, her hand not caressing her pussy, but keeping it company.
“Why just imagine? I told you I’m into dating right now.”
I kept my eyes riveted to her upper thighs far longer than was appropriate. Her hand moved and I kept track of it, as it traced the contours of her body upwards, until it was cupping her left breast.
“The modeling agencies always wanted my face, particularly my mouth, and my legs. Sometimes I felt like shouting out, “Hey, I have really lovely boobs, too!”
She lowered her hand from her breast and came around to the back of the desk, resting her rear against the edge. With her pussy this close to me, her scent was so thick that I could probably slice my hand through the air and cleave a visible trail. She slipped off one of her heels, and placed the flat of that foot on my right thigh, her toes just inches from my erection.
If I wanted to, I could easily reach out and stroke her thigh, and even probe between her thighs and jam a finger inside, leading to a suck and fuckfest right on my desk.
“Terri, I need to train my new receptionist. But oh how I want…”
“It’s obvious what you want, isn’t it?” She wiggled her toes while moving her foot up a few inches, tickling my aching cock-head with them.
“Oh fuck, Terri,” came out of me. ing that I could heat her up even more with compliments, I said, “Good lord you’re so lovely. I just want to eat you up, and then just keep eating.”
Watching her shudder at my words, her lips incredibly full and perhaps more beautiful than any I’d ever kissed, I placed my hand on her foot, then let it glide up her calf muscle. She leaned more towards me, the foot on my thigh taking a bit more of her weight while it gathered more impressions of my size.
“Jesus Christ, Michael…”
My hand traveled up to her thigh, and higher. Just before touching saturated panties, I stopped.
“Don’t stop! Touch me!”
Pretending hesitancy, my hand remained where it was. “You are so fucking beautiful,” I whispered back, like we were keeping a secret.
She went dreamy-eyed, and her hand found mine and made it move upwards, until I had three fingers pressed against very damp cloth. She let out a loud moan and I pushed my chair back and stood, never relieving the fingertip pressure upon the woman’s sopping cunt.
“I know I shouldn’t,” I said. “We can’t be doing this here…”
“But Michael… I don’t think I’ve ever been this… this…”
“And I’ve never been more sure of two people wanting the same thing,” I said, taking one of her hands and pressing it against the bulge in my pants.
“Oh fuuuck!” she let out.
“You are so fucking beautiful and I desperately… But we can’t, not here. Ethical rules, regulations… Maybe a rain check? Sometime this weekend? Any time you want, Terri, I’ll come.”
“Mmmn!”
I pressed my fingers even more tightly against wet fabric, and let one fingertip just barely going inside.
She licked her lips in a completely communicative way. “Why wait? We wouldn’t even need to take our clothes off. We could—”
“But I want your clothes off,” I replied, before stating other reasons we couldn’t right now. “The new receptionist is right out there and… I just can’t, not here like this. But maybe one evening this weekend? Please say yes.”
Despite my words, I was so hard and ready that it wouldn’t take much to convince me to just go ahead and deliver a warm semen shake down her throat. She was trembling and almost glassy-eyed, her hand feeling all over my covered erection.
“Let me suck you off! You can’t even imagine…”
She was going for my zipper but I stopped her. Disengaging, I turned and grabbed a pen, scribbling my cell number on a post-it. “Here,” I said, guiding her into the scenario I’d scripted. “Text me which weekend night you’d like to go out, and your address. I’ll pick you up and we can… We want the same thing, Terri, but not here right now. Let’s spend some proper time together.”
Terri was even more fragrant while sipping in almost desperate breaths, but with the hypnotic suggestions giving an assist, she got with the program. “Okay, okay!” she backed away. Meeting my eyes she once again licked her lips suggestively.
“Let me walk you to the door,” I said, even though I had an almost comical woodie distorting my pants.
I put a hand on the small of Terri’s back and we proceeded towards the door, her steps robotic like she was in some sort of daze. When I led her into the outer office, Gina had to be tuned-in already to my excited state. After Terri left the building I turned to my new receptionist, shaking my head like I’d just been through something very strange.
“I can’t go into any details, but that woman, Terri, might be the biggest tease I’ve ever met.”
“She’s quite beautiful,” Gina replied, her eyes fixed on my distorted crotch.
“She was a professional model until recently, and… I actually had to fend her off in there, and now…” I glanced down at the obscenity that was the state of my pants.
“You poor man,” she whispered. She had her hands flat on her desk, pushing enough that her arm muscles were bulging. She wasn’t yet coming to a standing position; it was more like she was an Olympic hurdler poised to vault right over the desk if I gave any indication that we could go at each other.
On a whim I asked, “Gina, do you know why Superman has all those superpowers?”
Even in her state of escalating lust she didn’t even have to cast around for it. “Isn’t it that Earth has a yellow sun, and Krypton’s was some other color?”
I nodded and grinned. With all the movies, the average woman probably had that knowledge tucked away in the memory banks. I liked that, how I might cause quite a few beauties to think of their climaxes as being yellow-sun orgasms.
Maybe I’d start right here? I looked at my watch; still three hours before I’d be fucking Mira.
I fixed my gaze on Gina’s cleavage and said, “Wednesday is supposed to be my day off, no clients to deal with. Even so, I feel like I just had the energy squeezed from me.”
I watched closely as the trigger phrase hit her, climbing on top of her already potent need to drain my cock of its hardness. Gina’s back straightened, big tits thrusting forward. All of a sudden her expression lost any semblance of civility—the woman looked like she outright wanted to rape me.
I turned and went to the front door, and locked it. When I turned back around, Gina was standing so close to me that I bumped into her tits.
“We should not be doing this at work,” I said, although if I really believed that, I wouldn’t be unzipping my pants to pull out my erection.
She let out a strange mewing sound like a big species of cat, grabbing for my cock. I dodged backwards, then stepped into the inner office, crooking my finger to direct her. Gina had her boobs fully exposed by the time she was in the room, our bodies meeting forcefully before she had the door fully closed. My thrusting cock pressed between her legs as her tongue went inside my mouth. I grabbed her ass and worked my hands inside her panties, slipping eager fingers inside a very wet cunt.
“That other woman already has my office smelling like a brothel,” I breathed into her ear. “Take off all your clothes and let’s add to it.”