I was 18 when I first started going to Dr. Kempridge every Saturday. The office complex where he practiced his therapy was usually closed and empty. The reason I started to see him was that I was having rape sex nightmares and feeling very paranoid at school. My parents felt I needed to see someone to help me. In our first meetings he would speak with me and I’d confess my fears. In graphic detail I would tell him my nightmares.

I liked that he was a much older man. Fatherly. Balding. Early 50s. What Dr Kempridge wanted to prove to me was rough, aggressive, and forceful sex from a powerful and energetic man was not something to be feared. My role as a sexual woman was to worship the cock that forces it’s way into me. To admire the man who takes what he needs whenever he needs it.

Later months in our sessions he began to hypnotize me. My nightmarish fears would seem to come true. I would scream the whole time. Loud piercing screams. The building was empty so no one could hear me. I felt my body being taken and aggressively fucked. But I figured it was only the hypnotic state he had put me in. Transporting me into a realistic experience. In my dreamlike trance I felt myself cumming and cumming. I would hear Dr. Kempridge cursing and grunting as I felt his hands chocking me -- just like the man in my nightmares did. The feeling of his cock painfully splitting up through my tight unprotected pussy. I heard him calling me his “frail little cunt hole”. His “worthless cum slut”. My young body was trembling and convulsing from the many orgasms he force fucked from me. I was weak and petrified from this nightmare attack.

Every session would end with me feeling him owning my body. After 45 minutes of feeling this rape-like sexual pleasure. Dream Dr Kempridge would finish by releasing large amounts of cum deep inside of me. Filling me. Abusing me. Taking me. Marking his territory and owning me vaginally.

When I would wake up from his hypnotic sleep I would be fully dressed, My body felt weak, physically satisfied, and my pussy was wet and leaking large white globs of fluid into my pink lace panties. Dr Kempridge would be sitting in his chair taking notes. Every week for 3 years I’d have this same reoccurring hypnotic trance dream. I think I'm getting better... at least that is what Dr Kempridge tells me.

 

True story?

 

memories, not dreams, I'm sorry

 

Very nice story. Short but erotic. When's your next appointment?