Encouraging the Obsession (Closed)

[AndreaSubbie]

Andrea went straight to the Precinct from the Doctor's office and checked in as usual, having spent the short journey thinking about two things. The first was simply relief that she could continue the relaxation therapy for as long as she felt she needed it. In fact, it seemed that wanting the therapy was in itself healthy, and if the goal was to adopt a healthy attitude, then the more she wanted therapy the healthier and more successful the treatment, which meant she could keep going for the foreseeable future. And it was just so good.

The other thing occupying her mind was the frequent glimpses of herself in windows as she walked past them. She was looking sexy. Damned sexy. Either she was changing in appearance or she was only just beginning to realise the truth of what was already a fact. She looked sexy. The alterations to her lifestyle that she'd summarised for the Doc were like releasing a new Andrea; a healthier, sexier, happier Andrea, more easygoing.

At the Bureau, she again headed through the busy part of the office for coffee, hoping for more comments. Hoping for lewd comments. The more lewd they were, the more it would confirm how sexy she was. She wasn't disappointed. The guys seemed to have gained some confidence from how she'd handled it the day before, and she was greeted with a chorus of Hey, sexy; Hi sugar tits; Nice rack, and oh there's Andrea following; Nice rear view too; Great ass. Again she responded with a little twirl, jacket open, showing off her bust, and added a little ass-wiggle for good measure. It made her feel good, confident, and maybe a little horny, too. On her way back with the two coffees for herself and Bill, she suggested the guys try and do even better tomorrow, come up with something fresh.

Bill seemed bemused, unsure how to take it all, but Andrea assured him that she was simply beating the guys at their own game. Bill clearly thought she was playing a potentially dangerous game, but he wasn't actually her father even though it often seemed like it.

The rest of the day was productive and busy, but whatever she was doing, Andrea felt constantly aware of looking sexy and getting horny whenever she received compliments or comments. It was all she could do to stop herself from visiting the restroom and trying to satisfy the growing need between her legs.

By the time she got home, she was eagerly looking forward to her dreams. She took her post-workout shower, resisting the urge to touch herself, cooked her healthy food, drank a little wine, and retired to bed.

Her dreams were vivid and sweaty, and as usual, she woke to an orgasm and memory of dancing on stage and being trapped under the desk, cumming on the command, Come. She felt herself yearning for that authoritative, commanding voice, the one that only gave orders, never asked. Yearning also to be watched on stage, seen, admired, her body displayed in sexy clothes.

Wednesday

The next morning she was even more eager than ever to begin the relaxation.

 

[Vagrant]

It was a combination of how well Andrea had taken to the therapy thus far, and the new realization that she was both stuck in her current predicament, but also valued for it that had Candace deciding to move on to a new layer of hypnotic suggestions.

Once Andrea was in her trance again, she once more looked at her notes. "Andrea, you've been doing so very good. So good in fact that you don't see anything wrong with how you've changed recently, or how you might change in the future. If you think about how much you've changed, the only thing you'll realize is that it is making you horny. And you love to feel horny. You love it when your pussy gets wet. That's why you love looking sexy, and when men compliment your body. Especially when they are lewd about it. You like it so much, you want to start dressing and presenting yourself in even more sexy ways to get more compliments. Dressing sexier and wearing more makeup, sexier makeup. You love looking sexy because it makes you horny and when you're horny you like to cum. So you'll probably find yourself trying to slip away to cum from time to time. That's normal, after all you get so horny at being ogled by lewd men."

"You love to get compliments from men, but most of them are just a bit of fun. They're not who you're really interested in. Most men are just normal men, good to make you feel sexy and horny, but that's it. No, the real men you're after are the powerful men. Powerful men are so commanding and know what they want, and they have the power to get what they want. They're the ones you really want looking at you. They're the ones you really want to flirt with. You'll flirt with regular men too, because it's fun and you're horny. But you really get off on flirting with powerful men."

"When you have your dancing dreams, you'll know that while the crowd is mostly normal men, there are some voices that are louder and they are more powerful. But the loudest and most commanding of them all is the most powerful man there. Him commanding you is orgasmic. Also, more of the stage is lit up now and you can see a stripper pole. The men want you to dance with it, and now you don't have a choice. Because now you notice that you're a marionette, with strings leading up into the darkness. They've been slack until now, but now they go taught, making you dance to the pole and pole dance whether you know how to or not. You're not in control, you don't have the choice. You're the plaything of the powerful men in the audience and they want to see you pole dance. So you do. And it gets you so horny."

Candace kept her composure long enough for Andrea to leave her office before she collapsed back into her chair. "Oh fuck" and slid her hand underneath the waist of her skirt.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Oh fuck!" Andrea muttered as she made the walk from therapy to work. She knew that she was totally addicted to the sessions and was struggling to cope with having to wait almost 24 hours until the next one, her next fix. She sought her reflection in every window she passed, recognising how sexy she was, how the Doc was helping her grow as a person, as a woman, to change. The problem was that it was making her horny. There was no way the Doc would know it, but Andrea had to admit to herself that the therapy made her horny and she loved it. Wanted it. Needed it. Ached for it. The more she glanced at her reflections, the hornier she became, and the hornier she became the more she wanted to feel horny. Her only disappointment was that she was dressed so conventionally. Boring, almost. And minimal makeup. She'd have to do something about that tomorrow.

She was getting hot. Between her legs. Getting wet. Her pussy was getting wet. She even mouthed that to herself, making her own lewd comment, getting wetter. She needed to do the coffee run. She hoped the men wouldn't let her down.

They didn't. She'd told them to do better and they did. Hey sexy tits; wiggle that great ass; leave the jacket open so we can see your tits move. And plenty more like it. She did her usual open jacket twirl, face flushed with pleasure and pussy soaked. She dumped the coffees on Bill's desk and hurried to the restroom, tearing down her slacks and panties and feverishly fingering her clit almost before the stall door was closed. Fast blurring circles over her clit, a quick rub down between her sopping lips, back to the clit, faster, more urgent, the comments running in a loop through her head, tits, ass, tits, ass. She orgasmed, stifling her cry of climax.

She wiped herself, mopped really, and stuffed toilet paper inside her wet panties and between them and her slacks in case the damp seeped through. Skirt tomorrow, she decided, and to hell with it if she had to chase a suspect.

That night her dreams were so vivid she wasn't sure afterward if she'd even been asleep. It was like before except now she had a stripper pole to dance at. And she did. Choreographed by unseen hands pulling her strings. Like a puppet. And she liked it. It took the burden of responsibility off her. It didn't matter that she didn't know how to dance. The Voice took care of that. She danced, she felt admired, fancied, lusted over. By powerful men. By THE powerful MAN. The one she wanted to impress. The one who made her cum. She felt horny. She had her best orgasm yet.

Thursday

The next morning she was at therapy early, in a dark knee-length fitted suit skirt, soft t-shirt over a white bra, suit jacket. And makeup that enhanced and drew attention to her eyes. Red lipstick. She felt sexy. Horny. Hoped she wouldn't embarrass herself with an orgasm during therapy.

 

[Vagrant]

Candace saw the skirt the following day and knew that her suggestions had taken hold. She smiled. But she could also see the trepidation in Andrea's demeanor. She was nervous about something.

That led to the only new suggestion that would come during that session. "You can relax when you're in your therapist's office, even when not in trance. Just being here has a calming, soothing effect on you. You have nothing to be ashamed of, or to worry about."

Otherwise, the time was spent reinforcing the key ideas that Candace had introduced so far.

The changes that Andi has done to herself have been slowly but surely garnered her more attention from men. These latest changes especially so. She's getting all kinds of looks, and a lot more cat calling as she walks down the street.

Even when she's arresting a thug, hand cuffing him while he's bent over the hood of the police cruiser, he can't help but push his ass back against her and say "Mmmm, you have the right to remain sexy... ooooh, the bad things I wanna do with you baby. There's a motel just around the corner, why don't you uncuff me and I show you a real good time?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

The punk was probably trying to taunt her, but she wasn't flustered because she was in control, just how she liked things. And he was the one in cuffs, not her. And whatever his intentions, she liked that he called her sexy, that she was sexy enough that he had naughty things he wanted to do with her, including some motel time. She loved hearing that. But she needed to reply as she hauled him upright to throw him in the back of the waiting patrol car.

"In your dreams, low life, you're not big enough or a big enough fish to satisfy me. Call me when you actually have some power!"

The day was going well, she reflected as she joined her partner, Bill, in their unmarked car, stifling the urge to cum. Time for some coffee before going back to the station to fill out the paperwork. As they sat in the Diner in companionable silence Andrea thought about the morning's session. She knew how much she'd been looking forward to it yet had been worried about enjoying it a bit too much. But now she wasn't. Wasn't worried. It didn't matter if she enjoyed herself during the session. She'd somehow rationalised it and let go of her worry. There was nothing to be ashamed of. That was what she'd decided, the conclusion she'd come to. Getting horny during therapy was just one of those things, and anyway, it was protected by patient confidentiality. No one would ever know. Apart from the Doc. Who wouldn't tell.

Andrea had followed her new routine of looking at her reflection all the way from the Doc's office to the Precinct but with the pleasure of added whistles and shouts from random men; she had enjoyed the lewd coffee run that was getting even bolder now with the approval of her new outfit and a demand for shorter, tighter skirts and no bra; and an urgent masturbation in the rest room to work off the built-up horniness from it all. It made her feel good. Very good.

The only blot presently on her happiness and general satisfaction with life was that tomorrow would be her last therapy until the new week started. She'd have to cope all weekend with no relaxation session. But she'd done it before; she'd just have to do it again.

And she still had her dreams.

That night she performed really well at the stripper pole, this time in a tiny skirt barely wider than a belt over a tiny thong, and the smallest silk halter top imaginable over her braless chest. The Voice was pulling her strings and knew just how to make her move, how to impress the powerful men in her audience, but it was him she most wanted to impress. In his office. Under his desk. Between his legs. Just waiting for his command. Waiting, waiting, waiting. Until he said it. "Come!" And she did.

Friday

Friday morning she was at the Doc's office but more relaxed, no longer worried. If she had an orgasm during therapy it wouldn't matter. She was in a similar skirt-suit to the day before, another pastel soft t-shirt top over a clean bra, similar makeup and lippy. She felt good, sexy, confident, horny. She hoped that this last session of the week would be even better than all the others. She didn't expect to be disappointed.

 

[Vagrant]

Back at the station on Thursday, towards the end of the shift, the Lt stopped by her desk. "Captain wants to see you in his office. ADA Forsythe is here about the Eastman double homicide you worked 6 months ago or so."

In the Captains office, he waited for her to join them along with ADA Forsythe. Gavin Forsythe was one of the younger Assistant District Attorneys, but he was still several years older than Andrea herself, nearing in on 30. The Captain was older, closer to 50, and had the reputation of being stern and no nonsense. He wasn't against his officers blowing off steam now and then, but his style was if you were in uniform, you should comport yourself as professionally as you can. As a matter of fact, the cat callers and comments regarding Andrea were carefully done behind his back. The times he had heard them, he told them to knock it off. He hadn't stopped them from giving credit to others when she had done something, but that was harder to notice.

ADA Forsythe wore a well tailored suit, and looked very put together. Both men were commanding presences. When Andrea reached the door, she was summoned inside by the captain. "Detective, enter and take a seat. ADA Forsythe has matters to discuss with you."

Gavin smiled slightly and nodded. "Detective Holmes, good to see you again." He closed the door behind her and waited to be seated. "I don't know if you've been watching the date, but the trial of Harvey Dunwhich is set to begin next week, and you're going to need to make yourself available for court. You'll be one of our primary witnesses, so you should expect to be called at least once by me, and possibly by the defense as they try to discredit your investigation." The Eastman murders was a case she was lead detective on about 6 months ago. Thinking that there was a connection to Volkov, she had thrown herself into the investigation. While a connection to Volkov existed, it was tenuous at best and she had been unable to directly link him to the crime.

"You're going to need to beup to speed on the investigation, so I recommend that you pull whatever files you have and refamiliarize yourself. It's been several months, so you'll likely need a refresher. You have the weekend, and probably at least 2 days next week to review. I'll be back here to go over your testimony with you early next week."

The Captain spoke up then. "Get your files together and get to work Detective. That will be all." And with that she was dismissed.

Friday morning, Candace was once again reviewing the important suggestions for Andi's conversion from cop to Mafia Slut. She still had a long way to go, but the differences were striking.

On a whim, Candace decided to help Andi indulge herself more. "You've been so horny lately... so horny... that your fingers just aren't enough anymore. You need something more. You want to find a sex shop and go shopping. You've denied yourself for far too long, and this sexual awakening you're on deserves some toys. You're going to browse what they have, thinking you'll only buy something if it really interests you. But the more you look, the more things seem to be really interesting. Variety is the spice of life, and after so much denial, you deserve a lot of spice. You need a vibrator to keep in your purse for those times when you're on the go and really need to cum, and can you ever have too many toys for playing at home? Using what you by, and buying more, will become one of your favourite hobbies."

As she was leaving the office, she noticed her Captain waiting in reception. It seemed he was Candace's next appointment. He met her eyes and nodded in acknowledgement but didn't say anything.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

So even the Captain had been made to attend therapy, Andrea mused as she left the Doc's office. Dr. Mahael was the Police Department shrink and the Commissioner had a policy of automatic referral for all kinds of things. She didn't feel so bad knowing that someone as old and powerful as her Captain had been drawn in.

Feel so bad, she asked herself. She'd never felt so good. New ideas and thoughts were running through her mind, threatening to displace her recollections of the Eastman case that she had to review, while taking the walk back to the Station. Her accompanying reflection smiled at her from every window she passed, tummy sucked in, chest pushed out, long legs looking great in the fairly tight skirt. Not exactly field-suitable but certainly hot.

The Eastman case had been hers and she'd been thorough, building the case meticulously, attention to detail, putting in the hours. It merited a good result. She deserved a good result, had earned it. Just like she deserved some toys. A variety of toys. After all, variety was the spice of life and she deserved some spice. A lot of spice. A lot of toys. Sex toys. Her reflection agreed with her and her high level of horniness needed more. Her fingers were no longer enough. She might even keep a special travel vibrator in her purse, for when she needed to cum on the go. And the cubby below her nightstand could store her home collection. Can a girl have too many vibrators and dildos? Or too much variety? She could check in with Vice and find out which sex shops they were watching, find one that they weren't watching, and browse its wares. She'd only buy something if it really interested her, but she was confident there'd be enough to choose from. But what would she like most? She wondered what that confident, powerful, commanding ADA looked like naked. Probably toned, fit, strong. But what about his dick? She could choose a dildo that resembled how she imagined Gavin Forsythe's dick would look when hard. How many inches, she wondered. And how wide. Cut or natural. Did they make dildos with a foreskin? With the right dildo she could practice her oral skills. She'd been good at it once, but that seemed a long time ago, now. But a girl should keep in practice. She could shop over lunch if she was free, and practice tonight, get to know her first dildo, first of many.

But tonight she had to take home copies of some of the Eastman files and start her review. It was going to be a busy night. A busy weekend. She could put in an hour with the files and then reward herself with some dildo therapy. Incentive and reward, that was how to get things done.

Back at the Station, the coffee run was fun. All the usual guys were there, just ordinary guys but fun, and she put some extra swing in her hips just for them. Great ass; nice tits; fit bod, Andrea; when will you go braless; get some shorter skirts. The comments made her even hornier and she attended to her needs in the restroom before drinking her coffee with Bill. Today she used both hands, one on her clit in whirling circles the way she liked, the other running up and down between wet labia and diving deep inside. That part was going to be easier when she got her travel vibrator. Her fingers weren't enough but still gave her the orgasm she needed, a brief respite in her almost perpetual horniness.

With a satisfied sigh she changed the panty liner that was her insurance against arousal leaks, washed her hands, and went out to face the new work day.

Saturday

 

[Vagrant]

Candace looked out over the scene she found herself in. She stood at the threshold of a very large back yard, complete with pool and hot tub, despite the fact that only a few hundred feet away, the ocean extended out to the horizon from the beach she could see. The party that Caspian invited her to was in full swing. This was not the normal type of event she thought she would ever find herself... or even want to be. But the promise of seeing her children made refusing impossible, even if the idea of refusing a man like Caspian didn't make her blood run cold.

There were a number of other guests at the party, and a fair number of paid entertainment. That is to say, prostitutes. They were easy enough to spot if you knew what to look for. Namely that they would fawn over anyone that talked to them and every so often would take someone by the hand and lead them inside, only to return sometime later looking... Disheveled. But aside from that, it looked like a normal pool party at a very rich person's mansion. Again, not that Candace would have any sort of experience with actually being at such a party.

"You must be the doc." A male voice said as someone stepped up beside her. Candace startled and looked over, taking him in. He was well built, wearing shorts and and tight t-shirt stretched over his chest, shoulders and biceps. She could see a tattoo partially revealed by the t-shirt sleeve. He had stubble on his face and a slightly crooked nose, clearly having been broken at least once in the past, but it had healed mostly straight.

"Who are you, and why must I be the doc?" She retorted.

"Ivan. And you must be the doc because I can see the resemblance to them." He pointed towards one of the doors to the house that had just opened to emit two smaller frames as they ran for the pool. Her children. All this time, she had imagined them tied up and gagged, stashed in a basement, and here they were running about? Swimming?

"I've been the one mostly taking care of them. They're good kids. They have no idea what's going on, they just think Mr. Volkov is a friend and he's letting them stay here for the summer. Behave, and that's exactly what will happen. If you don't do what you're told, bad things will happen instead. But for now, you've been good. So they are good. Better than good, no?"

When they saw her there, her kids immediately got out of the pool and came running to her. "Mom! Mom!" She wrapped them both in her arms, not even caring if she got wet. The oldest, 9 year old Grant, spoke first. "This place is awesome! You should see the video games Mr. Volkov has!" Candace laughed because that was just like her son, ignore the fact he was in an incredibly expensive mansion, on the beach and focus on video games. Amy, her 8 year old daughter was much more aware of her surroundings. "And look at the house Mom! It's like a Castle! Does that make me a princess?" She beamed up at her mother. Candace could only imagine how wide the young girl's eyes were when she first arrived. "You've always been my Princess, sweetheart. Always and forever."

Nearby, Ivan watched the reunion with a smile, though prepared if Candace tried anything like running off with her kids. That would be a bad thing.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Andrea was sitting on her sofa dressed in clean sweats, the copies of the murder files spread out on the coffee table in front of her. Her eyes kept glancing at the toys she'd bought the day before, dragging her mind off the task in hand. In hand. It made her want to pick up the toy for playing with at home. Her first toy for playing with at home. Can a girl have too many?

She'd boldly left the station at lunchtime, using an unmarked car, claiming she wanted to check a lead while picking up something to eat, driving over to the street of sex shops and brothels that Vice had checked out the week before in their rotation of places to watch. Parking around the corner she walked to the first shop as if she herself were Vice and was supposed to be there. Once inside, she was almost bewildered by the array of sex-oriented merchandise on display. It made her feel instantly horny, which made her want to cum, and her fingers were no longer enough. Most inconvenient. Andrea's first irrational impulse was wanting to open an account right there and then. But she would only buy something if it really interested her. And better to remain anonymous. Pay cash. Untraceable. No one would ever know.

She started to browse, getting an idea of the scope of the place. The toys, sex aids, clothing, bondage gear, magazines, films, all kinds of stuff, most of which she'd never seen before or imagined. Returning to the sex toy area, she thought again about what she might want, might need. It seemed that the more she looked, the more everything seemed really interesting. Squirting realistic vibrating dildos? Honestly? Her mind was awhirl. One section drew her eye. Ideal for Beginners, it was labelled. It also included discreet purse-friendly items. One in particular. It looked exactly like a lipstick but was in fact a battery-powered mini vibrator. Perfect. A quick search of her bag at the courthouse would leave it undetected.

Next, she looked for Gavin. That was what she was going to call the toy for home use. The first one, anyway. She obviously had no idea how big the ADA's dick was or what it looked like but given his overall build, she rejected the six-inch model, opting instead for an eight-inch realistic-feel pink specimen. Nice length, nice girth, apparently nice feel. Curved for a good fit and great experience. What was not to like? And she ended up with plenty of change from two 50s and two new appliances.

The rest of the afternoon back at the Station, and out chasing leads with Bill, had her in a highly aroused but confused state, as if her senses were on overload. She needed to get home and explore her new purchases in private.

But she also had to put in some gym time. You didn't get to look as sexy as she did without at least a little effort.

As usual, there were only a few guys in the gym, today it was four, all regulars. Like most muscle merchants they kept their focus on themselves, concentrating presumably on counting all the reps they were doing. If they could count that high. And if they could keep more than one thought at a time, maybe counting sets of exercises, too. She knew she was being bitchy and unfair. Only recently she'd been building muscle, too. And they were fellow cops, with brains. Maybe she was just jealous because they weren't looking at her, at how sexy she was. The Police Academy workout sweats she wore probably didn't help. Obscured her sexy, horny body. Maybe she should try something more revealing. The guys all wore running shorts and sleeveless vests. Should she copy them? It was almost a uniform. With a singlet, she could experiment with not wearing a bra?

Sitting at home, reviewing the files, recalling the events of half a year ago, it was tiring. She'd done two hours straight. She could reward herself. Andrea set the timer on her phone for 30 minutes.

She slid her right hand easily under the sweats and inside her panties with the now customary absorbent liner. Legs wide she leaned back, Gavin in her left hand. With her right she twirled and fluttered over her clit pretending it was his tongue, while she extended her own tongue to return the favour, licking at the PVC head before inserting it in her mouth while two fingers slid inside her vagina. Oh fuck. She swapped over, soiled fingers now in her mouth, PVC Gavin sliding inside her, sweats and panties somehow around her ankles, head thrown back, Gavin pushing deep inside, and out, faster, over and over, giving it to her, his fingers in her mouth on her tongue. She was sucking, panting, licking, fucking, gripping inside, oh fuck, shouting, Her screams of Gavin's name muffled by the fingers in her mouth.

She came, orgasmed, cummed. Oh, fuck! Panting, she calmed herself down, sucked her fingers dry, and cleaned Gavin up with her tongue. Dirty girl, she sniggered. Some nun, huh? she thought to herself. Her trimmed and shaped dark landing-strip bush was matted with her own love juice. It looked sexy. Gavin had been a very good boy.

 

[Vagrant]

Candace enjoyed the remainder of the party, relaxing and even getting to know Ivan. As a matter of fact, she found him rather attractive, and knowing that he was apparently the one mostly looking after her children during all this, somehow drew her to him more.

Aside from just enjoying the party, with the food and alcohol that was being served, she also got to see some of what counted for an attractive woman in Mr. Volkov's world. She made some mental notes that she could use later for Andrea's sessions. Seeing the lifestyle that people close to Mr. Volkov lived, she was less apprehensive about falling further under his control. Already he had maneuvered Andrea's Captain into becoming one of her patients. It was going to take some time to get the older man to agree to hypnotherapy, but she had her orders to do just that. She had no clue what Volkov planned for when she was successful though she knew two things; it wouldn't be ethical, and she would do it.

With the suggestion that Andrea wouldn't see anyone in the office with her and Candace during therapy, come Monday morning when she entered, Caspian was already there waiting for her along with Candace.

As had become routine, Candace asked Andrea to describe the past week and how things were going, reminding her not to leave anything out.

After that was finished, she put Andrea into a trance once more. "Andrea, you realize you've been living like a nun until recently. Your recent rediscovery of your sexuality has reminded you that you are a sexual woman in her prime. Not only that, you are a hot and sexy woman who deserves male attention. Not just cat calls or lewd compliments, you deserve a good old fashioned fuck. With great regularity, even. If a man wants to take care of you the way you need to be taken care of, you're willing to do what it takes to keep him satisfied. If you don't know what it takes, you can learn that from porn. No man would turn down fucking a porn star, so that's who you should emulate."

While Candace is talking, Caspian is enjoying himself groping Andreas tits and pussy, imagining doing it while she's awake and eager for his affections. She has come a long way.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Monday

Since they were alone, and Andrea no longer felt any anxiety when in therapy, she had confessed everything. All her actions, her feelings, her wants, desires, shameful acts, dreams, the lot. Including the reason she was dressed in a shorter skirt today, and a lower neckline top under the suit jacket. The Doc had been patient, listening to the lengthy catharsis without interruption, and surprisingly with no apparent judgement. It was almost as if the Doc was pleased with her. That was Andrea's take, anyway. She really had left nothing out. It was her confessional, and in the complete privacy and trust and sanctity of patient confidentiality she felt the cleansing release of full disclosure and honesty.

She felt good, but knew that after the hypno-relaxation she would feel even better.

Coming-to afterward, Andrea almost glowed. Her breasts and pussy in particular felt as if she'd enjoyed a good massage. She might have to confess that, too, next week, since the Doc was so encouraging about telling even the things Andrea was ashamed of, the sexual stuff. She seemed to spend a lot of time now thinking about sexual stuff.

On her walk back to the Station admiring her sexy self in the mirror, getting increasingly horny, she thought more about the ADA, the one she'd named her big dildo after. Gavin. Gavin the cock. She was supposed to have a meeting that day with the real Gavin, the flesh and blood Gavin, to go over the case. Maybe to be coached for the witness stand. She normally didn't like being coached, being directed. If anyone was going to give the orders it was her. That's how she liked it. But maybe she might make an exception for Gavin. After all, she deserved some male attention. She was a hot, sexy, sexual woman in her prime, wasn't she? And had been a nun for way too long. She deserved a fuck. And not just one. A good old-fashioned fuck. Lots of fucks. Regular fucks. And if Gavin wanted to fuck, she'd do what it took, even let him take charge, be the man. Maybe that's why her relationships in college hadn't lasted, because she wouldn't ever let the guy be in control. She had to be the lead. But maybe, for Gavin the ADA, she'd just do what it took. Especially if Gavin the ADA was as good a fuck as Gavin the PVC cock.

But thinking on her failed relationships of the past, Andrea wondered if she was clued up enough to keep a man like Gavin satisfied. What if she didn't know enough? Didn't know what it would take? She could do some homework, she supposed, maybe return to that sex shop looking for ideas. Or porn. She could watch some porn and learn how the professional girls did it. Copy them. Emulate them. She liked that word, emulate. After all, what man would turn down the chance to fuck a porn star?

And on the subject of emulating, she had brought shorts and singlet for her workout later, to emulate the muscle guys using the gym. She wanted them to look at her while she did her exercises, and the more revealing outfit should help. After all, she deserved male attention.

This was going to be a good week, she decided.

 

[Vagrant]

For his part, Gavin had no idea that Andrea was attracted to him. Certainly he found her attractive, but he wasn't willing to endanger a good working relationship with one of the detectives he had to work with over a fling. So, he wasn't anticipating their upcoming meeting the same way she was. He arrived at the precinct and set up shop in one of the meeting rooms there, as he had previously discussed with the Captain.

Once that was done, he went to Andrea's desk to get her and start their review of the case. He wasn't interested in telling her what to say, necessarily, but to go over her testimony so that he asked the right questions, so that she had the opportunity to give the most convincing answers. Testifying in court was as much about what questions were asked as it was about the answers given.

"Depending on how fast we get through some testimony I want to introduce before yours, you'll likely be needed on Thursday and Friday. This is likely going to be a long trial, so I may have to call you multiple times. I'll make sure to give you plenty of heads up though if I can."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"It would be nice to have some warning, Mr. Forsythe, to make sure I'm prepped and ready." Andrea checked her ponytail and sat up straighter, pushing her chest out, pleased that today she'd worn a lower-cut top than was usual for her. The ADA was a powerful man, a rising star in the DA's office, someone she should try to impress. Thankfully he would have no idea that she'd named a sex toy after him, and she blushed at her forwardness.

Although she had been listening properly, certain phrases stuck out from what he'd said. How fast we get through; I'll need you Thursday and Friday; it's going to be long; I have to call you; multiple times; plenty of head. It made her shudder in anticipation and hope.

Knowing that the Captain had set aside one of the task force suites for them to work in, Andrea suggested, "Why don't we go straight to your room and get down to it? After all, you need to see what I've got, see what you want to reveal and in what order? We have all morning so we can take our time, really get into it? What d'you think?"

It was all meant to be businesslike, but Andrea felt short of breath and in need of another visit to the bathroom. Her post-coffee-run break had been very satisfying, the lipstick vibrator quiet and effective and so discreet. And using her toys was becoming a favourite hobby, one she'd indulged to the full over the weekend, a reward for her hard work on the murder files.

She looked up into the ADA's face and blushed again as he met her eyes.

 

[Vagrant]

Gavin wasn't expecting this change in Andi's demeanour as they worked. Was she flirting with him? If someone had told him that Detective Andrea Holmes had been flirting, he would have immediately discounted the idea. From his experience with her, she was as buttoned up and no nonsense as anyone he had ever met. The very idea of her flirting just seemed so out of place, and yet here she was, alone in a meeting room with him wearing a lower cut top than he had ever seen her in, a skirt when he had only ever seen her wear trousers before, make up, and she seemed to be trying to position herself to give him a good view of all of it.

The strangeness of the situation, combined with the fact she really was an attractive woman, was making him somewhat flustered.

Meanwhile, near by at Dr Candace Mahael's office, she was on her computer, smiling as she read over the details of the music streaming site she had found. It would allow her to upload custom songs, or really just whatever audio file she wanted, and limit who could access to certain users. That in combination of the sound mixing software she had found earlier that day meant that should would be able to really push her changes of Andi into higher gear. She couldn't lie to herself that she was enjoying the power she had over Andi's personality. Molding her into a mafia slut was very fulfilling, and that was besides the money that Mr Volkov had already given her with the promise of more.

An idea struck her about how to make this new method of suggestion delivery even more potent and she smiled, licking her lips. She started to work on the first set of new instructions, which she would then embed in a self hypnosis audio track and upload to this streaming service and tell Detective Holmes to listen to her custom playlists as often as she wants, but especially as she sleeps.

"Powerful men are desirable. Powerful men make the world work. Powerful men are attractive. Powerful men make you horny."
"Powerful men make the rules. Powerful men can take what they want. Powerful men can break the rules. Powerful men who you lust for"
"You trust your therapist. You trust your therapist with all your secrets. You want to tell your therapist about your fantasies. You want to hold nothing back with your therapist."

That was a good enough start.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

After work, in the gym, Andrea let her mind wander back over the extended session with Gavin. Extended, like an erection. Sex was always on her mind, now. Not really sex with men, though she did have fantasies, especially about the stripper pole and being under the desk, but sex with her toy, Gavin-the-cock. Or her lipstick vibrator, her lippy. They were fun toys, almost a hobby, and it was good for a girl to have hobbies. She thought she might go shopping for more toys. After all, that was partly the point of a hobby, buying new items to feed the hobby, new equipment.

She let her mind wander and kept an eye on the other guys using the gym. They weren't really the powerful men of the Department, but it was still worth having their attention. She was a sexual woman in her sexual prime with sexual needs and deserved the attention of men. Which was why she was in the singlet and shorts. Okay, so also a sports bra and panties, but still. A lot more of her was on show than was usual. And Gavin hadn't seemed to mind seeing more of her cleavage and legs in the top and skirt she'd worn for their meeting. She'd caught him almost looking down her top just like she'd intended. Yes, she was pleased with how the meeting had gone, and tonight she would work some more on those files and reward herself with toy-time. Her new hobby.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed her training companions were all quietly checking her out, getting a good look at her legs and ass as she exercised, and down her top when she obligingly leaned forward. It was nice, making her feel horny. Yet again. She'd need a third visit to the bathroom with her lippy, to add to the coffee run first thing and the post-Gavin top-up. Using her toys was becoming one of her most favourite things.

Later, on her way home, she stopped off at her favourite sex shop. It was still open, though the store clerk was not one she'd seen before. Andi made straight for the dildo and vibrator display behaving like a regular customer who knew her way around the shop. She wondered what she should get next. a remote-controlled device caught her eye. That had possibilities, though she wasn't sure when or where she'd be able to use it. For some reason, it seemed significant that she'd already had a therapy session since buying the first set of toys. She picked up the device and took it to the checkout, reading the box as she went. "It can even be controlled over the internet?" she exclaimed with some incredulity. The store clerk just smiled, nodded, and rang up the purchase. Andi paid cash. As usual.

Tuesday

The next morning, in therapy, under the Doctor's spell, Andi confessed everything. Her fantasies; the flirting with the ADA and her more revealing clothes which the Doc had seen the day before; the new gym-wear of singlet and shorts, sports bra, panties, and being ogled; the new toy purchase bought with cash to avoid a trail, as well as its password and access code for internet or phone app control; her repeated use of the original two toys, Gavin-the-cock at home, including who she named it after, and the lippy three times at work in a single day; her new hobby.

 

[Vagrant]

When Andi told Candace about the new toy she had purchased, she immediately knew that she had to change her plans.

While Andi was still under hypnosis, she quickly wrote out her script, making a few alterations when she as done.

"Andi, I want you to listen to me very carefully. I want you to forget that you ever purchased that sex toy. Forget that you purchased it, and if you look at buying it again, you will decide that you don't need it. You would prefer something else, and keep looking at other options. But, every morning when you get dressed, you will also wear this toy. You will not notice you're wearing it, and if it turns on, you will feel the effects of the toy on your arousal, but won't recognize it as coming from the toy. At night you will remove it and recharge the batteries. If anyone comments on it, like a lover, you will acknowledge that you like wearing it in the moment, but you will continue to not remember it long term."

She quickly wrote down the information needed to connect to the device, planning on using it herself, and to pass on to Mr. Volkov.

Once Andi was out of her trance, Candace also gave her a pair of wireless earbuds that she could wear, and showed her how to connect to the 'relaxation playlists' that Candace had created for her. "These will put you into a light trance, and help you to relax. You can use them as much as you want, though I don't recommend it while you're at work. Ad your therapy progresses, I'll be adding tracks to the playlist and possibly removing older ones as your therapy needs change. I recommend listening to them while you sleep at the very least."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

On her customary walk back to the Department from Therapy, Andrea checked herself out as always, her reflection looking sexier and more gorgeous than ever, more deserving of male attention and admiration. She slipped the earbuds in, the ones the Doc had just given her, and couldn't help feeling that there was something she might have done this morningng when getting ready for work. Like a step missed out.

She continued to let her mind wander while walking, not really listening to the playlist she'd been given, but finding herself nodding in aggreement, convinced that her therapist talked such sense, was so worthy of her trust. More than that, Andrea just knew that she enjoyed telling everything in therapy, especially her sexual fantasies anddesires. And her confessions about buying things at her favourite sex shop. That bit made her frown. She knew she'd thought about buying herself a vibrating egg dildo, but for some reason that wasn't such a good idea anymore. She needed to find something else. Perhaps a truly enormous phalluslike a porn star's massive cock? But would Gavin-the-cock feel disappointing after? Dilemmas, dilemmas. A girl's life could be very complicated.

On the other hand, there were powerful men around to fuel her lust, men to desire, men to be desired by. After all, they were attractive and made her horny. And they could take what they wanted; and should want her. She was a desirable, attractive, sexual young woman. Maybe Gavin-the-ADA would schedule a meeting? He was a powerful man. Maybe he'd like to look down her top again?

Back at the Precinct Andrea did her flirty coffee run followed by the lippy vibrator orgasm in the bathoom before starting work proper. She and Bill had a fairly full case load, but the was probably time to slip in a visit to Volkov's office just to throw him off balance. And there was always the workout later.

Yes, things seemed to be going well.