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Sexual Psychiatry ~~ Practical Insanity & MissMarilynn

Practical Insanity

Planetoid
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Jun 7, 2014
Nicholas Winchester, as of two weeks ago, was now a fully certified psychotherapist. At the ripe young age of twenty-six, he'd gotten his degree early by testing out of high school two years early and cracking down hard on his college courses over the past several years. Though he was four years ahead of schedule with his degree, he was not exactly highly respected in the mental health community; not yet, anyway. Most people didn't get the kind of degrees that Nicholas had until they were thirty. It wasn't that he was viewed as a poor practitioner, but just that most doctors felt that he was too young to be ready for the stresses of his field. Fortunately for Nicholas, there was one local doctor that did not share that opinion.

Doctor Sally Desmond, a very well respected doctor of both psychology and psychiatry, had lectured in Nicholas's classes often and had spoken with the young man on several occasions. Though the two of them shared differing opinions on the highly controversial methods of hypnotherapy, Doctor Desmond could not deny that Nicholas was brilliant. Perhaps that is why she had given him an office in the small complex that she rented for her practice. He could pay her back later, she had said, once he had gotten a couple of clients. Imagine Nicholas's surprise when Doctor Desmond directed a small number of clients his way that very day! It was one of these clients that he was now waiting to meet.

It was a little past four o'clock on Monday evening. Nicholas was the only one left working in the complex by now with most of the other doctors having left at three. He was only still here because his last client of the day, a young woman by the name of Isabella Laude, could not be there before four fifteen. She was still a student in an all-girl's Catholic school across the city and she needed to catch the bus to his office after school. Since it didn't let out until three thirty, Nicholas had told her that he was more than happy to stay late and meet with her. After all, this was the whole reason that Nicholas had taken up this practice and studied hypnotherapy. Who wouldn't want beautiful women at the mercy of their suggestion?

Unfortunately, Isabella was only fifteen but what did that really matter? What he was planning to do was already illegal no matter how you looked at it. If she was cute enough, Nicholas would happily exploit her. All of his other clients were men anyways... Isabella was his last hope until he could stir up a couple of more clients and hope that one of them would be an attractive woman.

While he waited, Nicholas sat at his large wooden desk in the center of the office. The floors of the office were a nice neutral dark grey carpet. The walls and the ceiling were a dark beige, but there wasn't much wall to be seen between all of the book shelves full of books. The chair at Nicholas's desk was a simple black vinyl chair with four wooden legs that matched the desk. In front of the desk, forming an sort of arc before the practicing doctor, were three patient chairs - two lounges with a bed-like lounge in between them.

Nicholas, himself, seemed to match the room. He was wearing a comfortable and professional pair of black slacks with matching black shoes. He was wearing a dark grey tee-shirt which was neatly tucked into his pants and a black dress coat over top of that. Add to that a very nice black leather belt, a small pair of reading glasses, a clean shave, and a freshly trimmed hair cut and the deviant doctor hardly looked to be a threat to anyone.
 
"Isabella, stop that!" Her father scolded, placing his hand on top of hers to stop her fingers from tapping against her thigh. She quickly removed her hand from under his and clutched the hem of her plaid skirt, in it was tucked a white button up blouse. She was embarrassed she didn't have time to change out of her school uniform but she was forced to leave school right away. It wasn't until she reached the car that her father told her about the appointment he had made with a psychotherapist. The doctor would cure her of all of her anxieties and help her make friends, or so her father hoped.

This upset her greatly but she had learned quickly that is was much easier to go along with her father's plans than to argue with him which is one of the reasons she became so quiet. In fact, it was mostly her fathers fault for many of the problems she had. Girls at school thought that Isabella was naive and prudish when in fact she had so little experience with men and practically no knowledge of the secular world. Her parents, Gene and Norma, decided to remove the cable and internet from the house since they felt they had no control over it, or rather, over what Isabella learns from it.

Because of this, Isabella had nothing in common with the other girls. When other girls would discuss their dates or one night stands (something she didn't quite grasp the concept of), Isabella would have nothing to add. She bit the inside of her cheek as she stared out the window. She wondered if the doctor would try to pry into her life and force her outside of her comfort zone. The worst case scenario would be that the doctor has her act out social situations in therapy which would no doubt be awkward.

Once they arrived, her father dropped her off at the door and told her that he'd be waiting in the parking lot. This was one of the rare moments when her parents allowed her some freedom and independence. When she arrived in the lobby she felt so lost and uncomfortable in the large, seemingly empty building. The silence was eerie and deafening. It took all she had to not leave right then but there was a long hallway with many gold plated names on the doors that caught her attention. Most of the rooms seemed unoccupied and she walked until she stood outside the one labeled "Dr. Winchester - Psychotherapist" which was opened slightly. She knocked, opening the door further and she peeked her head in.

"Umm..Dr. Winchester?" She said softly, worried she might be disturbing the doctor with another client. "I'm Isabella-" She stopped, looking at the man in the room curiously. "Oh, I'm sorry. Is the Doctor here?" He was too young to be the doctor and she assumed he must've been a college intern. Her cheeks reddened, not only because she felt sheepish but also because she rarely interacted with men...and handsome men made her particularly flustered. She was not expecting to have a male psychologist and especially not one so close to her in age. It must've been a mistake on her part.

"I-I'm sorry." She said, trembling in the doorway, "I think I have the wrong room."
 
Nicholas was still reading over the notes that he had taken during his phone call with Isabella's mother regarding the state of her daughter when he heard the footsteps coming down the hall. Figuring that this must be is new toy - or client, rather, he hurried along to merely skim the paper. His notes told him that Isabella was fifteen and that she went to the all-girls Catholic school across town. Nicholas knew how strict that school was and that they did not have any sort of sexual education classes. That was to be left up to the parents. Isabella's mother had also made mention that she did not want her daughter's therapy to contain any therapeutic practices that might raise questions about sexual conduct - that their daughter had been protected from such things and that they did not want her to become curious about sex. Turning this girl into his own little slut was going to be easy. Considering that she was his only female patient, Nicholas would not complain about easy.

She was coming to see him for help with an acute case of social anxiety. If the girl was this sheltered and repressed then it didn't take a therapist to see what the problem was. She probably did not connect with her peers because of her inexperience. Who would have thought that in taking advantage of her, Nicholas would be helping her with her problem at the same time.

The soft and apprehensive voice asking his name broke his attention from his folder. His eyes rose to meet the doe-eyed gaze of one of the most delightfully sexy little girls that Nicholas had ever laid eyes on. She couldn't have been much taller than five feet - probably right at it. She was so small compared to the good doctor's six foot two height. Her skin was a slight ark shade and her long curly hair was a rich dark brown. She had to have some latina in her blood. Her dark brown eyes looked as though she'd walked in on Nicholas fucking his secretary or something the way that she seemed surprised at his appearance. That slight flush didn't go unnoticed, either.

"No, you're in the right place," Nicholas spoke in a deep, calm voice. He motioned to the lounge chairs in front of his desk. "You must be Isabella. Come have a seat and let me get to know you a little bit. We'll be spending lots of time together in the months to come so we had might as well get started, shouldn't we? My name is Doctor Nicholas Winchester, but you can just call me Nick. There's no need for formalities here. I'm here to be your confidant - your friend."
 
Isabella looked at the young doctor in disbelief. "Oh, I'm really sorry...You're just...so young." She said quietly, laughing nervously under her breath as she looked down at the floor. She had difficulty making eye contact with him, his eyes were so intense she felt as if he could see right through her. Not only were his eyes intimidating but when he stood and towered over her she shrunk back. His tone of voice when he invited her inside comforted her, however, and she managed a small smile. She chose to sit in one of the chair-like lounges but it was much too big for her small frame and seemed more like an elevated bed to her. She shifted in her seat uncomfortably and gazed down at her hands folded in her lap.

"A few months? That long? I don't have a problem." She said with little confidence as she twisted the top button of her blouse between her fingers. After Isabella realized she was fidgeting again she put her hands back in her lap and looked up at the doctor as if she had been caught. She wondered if he was watching her, analyzing her every move. It made her even more tense and she rubbed her knees together, covered by her white knee high socks. "I don't need a friend..." She said looking up at him from under her eyelashes. She couldn't imagine being able to confide in him when she could barely look at him. Perhaps if she resisted enough he would request she see a different doctor...a female one. At least a female one wouldn't make her feel so strange, so trapped, so...warm.
 
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