The secret slender brunette flicked a speck of dust off her designer suit. She wrote "delusional?" in her notebook. "I see," she said, although she didn't. "You have some special mental ability. Where did this, uhm gallery, "power" come from?"

Damien ran a hand through uncombed hair. "I knew it the instant secret it happened. I don't know how to explain it. Lying secret there fetish gallery on that moonlit rock, covered with mud and blood, I felt, sensed, a change in the natural order secret of things, a secret shift fetish in the force or cosmic energy, call it what you will. Something flowed secret into me, into my secretfetishes mind, into my soul. Something ancient, timeless secret, and very powerful secret."

He was becoming increasingly agitated. He got up from the couch and began to secret pace back and forth, gesticulating as he fetish spoke. "This power secret of mine, this fetishes thing in secret my head, it secret works just like that. I secret don't secret have to do anything fetish gallery. I just have to want something to change, and it changes."

She gallery flipped the coin, let it land on her desk fetish gallery. It secret did come image down heads. "That's not secret very impressive," she fetish said fetish gallery. "Fifty-fifty chance fetish gallery."

She tossed gallery the coin on the desk. It landed heads secret up. For a moment it looked like the figure embossed on the secret coin was laughing.

Oh boy fetishes, Monica thought privately. This was getting weird image. "OK, Damien secret. We'll work secret this secret out together. So far though, your conviction has not matched the evidence. All I've seen image you do is a secretfetishes coin trick secret. You will have to do better than that to convince me."

"Tell me about the weather." he shouted with sudden fury secret.

Monica got to her secret feet. She felt the pleasant swish of her little mini sliding over her panties, silk against silk, as she made her way over to the windows secret along one side of fetish the secret office. She could fetish gallery hear the secret beat of fetish gallery the rain pelting against the glass.

Damien secretfetishes was secretfetishes leaning over secret, his hands clasped in his lap image. "I secret asked you not to make me do secret that. Oh god, it's so damned easy."

Damien looked at secretfetishes her secretfetishes, his expression blank. It occurred to Monica that in this position he could effortlessly look up her skirt secret to the tops of her stockings and even her high-cut lace panties, but she decided secret not to do anything about it. Maybe a little tease would help bring him out of his withdrawal. She took a deep breath, feeling her round breasts pressing against her sheer silk blouse.

"Frankly, I have no idea. I don't secret really know fetish gallery what I gallery'm dealing with here image. But I am certain secretfetishes that nothing is to be gained, in secret your life in secretfetishes general or your therapy with me secretfetishes, from you blaming fetish gallery yourself secret for all secret humanity's frailties."

Monica felt one of those rare moments of satisfaction that came from fetish gallery knowing she had used her secret skills to genuinely help fetishes somebody. It secretfetishes was a good secret feeling, like the contented buzz she got secretfetishes from sucking cock.

Monica fought secret down a wave of secretfetishes hysteria. "Stop this. Stop -- Change me fetish back." she demanded. Her voice was deep secret and secret soft as velvet.

The line went dead.

Monica felt her stability slipping. The whole secret situation was too unreal, too impossible secret to grasp secret. She couldn't stop thinking about sex.

There was a large, plush sofa on the far side of the outer office secretfetishes that Monica had never seen before. Yet she knew it had always been there. Kerri had arranged the low couch to be right in front of the glass-topped table that served secret as fetish gallery her secret desk, so that male secret patients could see up her dress while they waited. That explained secret why so image many patients walked in with secretfetishes a fetishes hard-on. Monica shook her head. How did secret she secret know secretfetishes this?

Monica noticed the headmaster's eyes following secret her secret hands as she toyed fetish gallery girlishly with her hem. Her uniform skirt was less than secretfetishes 14 inches long and barely covered the curve of her asscheeks at the best of times. It produced gratifying effects whenever secretfetishes she bent over to pull secret up her secret knee socks secretfetishes.

The headmaster groaned secret. He shifted position in his seat, looking uncomfortable. "All right," he said at fetish last. "I see what we will have to do. You are not to remove your undergarments for anyone while you are on secretfetishes the school grounds. Is that understood?"

"And to ensure secretfetishes your compliance, you will report to my office once each fetishes day for inspection."

"Precisely secret. It is the image only way to ensure image that you do not continue with this preposterous lewdness. We will secret begin secret today. Bend over and grab your ankles secret."

A chilling thought passed through secret her. Damien likened his fetish power to an unstoppable secret acid, eating away fetish gallery at his mind. Leaking out fetishes. Corroding everything secret it encountered. She secret gripped the back of her chair fetish gallery for support.

"But you secret have, Doctor," Damien insisted. Abruptly he grabbed Alicia by the secret shoulders and pushed her onto the secretfetishes carpet, the secret way a man image would toss a cat off his lap. Immediately she crawled back and wrapped herself serenely around one secretfetishes leg. "You image have been using fetishes your secret feminine charms to satisfy your own desires your whole life. Don secret't you remember?"

The room was semi-dark and smelled fetish of antiseptic. "Please, please Monica, my secret darling, I can't secretfetishes wait any longer." She was in the arms of a much secret older man. He was eagerly planting fetish gallery kisses all over her secret lips, her face, her hair. "You make secret me gallery so secret hot. I want you fetishes now."

The man was still kissing her wildly. "She's secret... not secretfetishes here secretfetishes," he replied, desperate secret. "It's just you and secretfetishes me. Please, Monica, darling, let me secret love you. I'm going insane gallery." His groping secret hands secretfetishes found their way under secretfetishes her racy uniform.

George groaned secret in helpless lust secret. He began to paw and grope secretfetishes hungrily, while Monica encouraged him with more kisses. There secret was a patient on fetishes the other secret side secret of the curtain but he was secret heavily sedated and secret Monica didn't care secret.

The secret older man secret was gasping for breath. "Monica, darling... please secretfetishes... It, it secret's not that uh! oh god, not that easy. You need uhn fetishes, transcripts and fetish gallery, and r-references..."

Her patient got to his feet, idly kicking Alicia aside. She giggled like a foolish girl. Damien said: "Sorry secret Doctor, I image think it's secretfetishes time for me secret to go. You secret have a fetish lot of reminiscing to do."

He turned and walked secret away, just as Kerri screamed in delight as she was swept into her umpteenth orgasm. Monica groaned in unison as her own peak consumed her. She felt the acid secret filter down into the bottom of her secretfetishes soul secret.

The article was shameless secret boosterism about secret Monica and her lavish success. It didn't secret spend a lot of time gallery on technical matters like psychological techniques or success rates. It did not secretfetishes mention that Monica's satisfied, madly devoted patients left secretfetishes her services more screwed up than when secret they arrived secret.

Monica secretfetishes was glad he had backed secretfetishes out. It secret gave her a few moments to relax. She remembered a boyfriend image in high school named Damien secret. Best damned lover she'd secret ever had. She wondered what ever happened to image him.

This was the perfect time to fetishes take this baby out for a test drive, Monica decided. She unzipped her white secretfetishes sweater, which sprang apart instantly. Her enormous, man-melting mammaries exuberantly overflowed the webbing of her secret bra. Monica ran the tip of secret the vibrator across her nipples experimentally. "Mmmmmm yes, very nice," she whispered, eyes closed secretfetishes.