Canine Therapy 2

By Chilean Gold.
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Read Part 1 here.

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Part 2…

After having her first good night’s sleep in weeks, Amy awoke feeling fresh, albeit a little ashamed of herself. Ultimately she was glad she had managed to face her fears and masturbated to climax despite her persistent fears of canine sex. It took some real effort to push past the mental block to enjoy something that frightened and repulsed her, like bestiality, she was unsure of its effect last night, but the calm she felt that morning proved to her that she was doing something right.

Many nights since the attack, she found herself having nightmares and unable to sleep, but something about masturbating to the fears made them manageable. With the physical tension released, she could sleep in peace. The doctor’s advice was working, weirdly enough, and while she was still afraid of dogs and very much paranoid, there was an improvement. She showered, made herself a healthy breakfast, and called Dr. Conseil’s office.

“Good morning,” chirped Laura Linton. “Natural Anxiety Reduction offices, my name is Laura. How may I help you?”

“Good morning, Laura. This is Amy from yesterday?” replied Amy.

“Oh, how lovely it is to hear from you again, Amy! I had a feeling you would be back, you know.” Laura said.

“I just wanted to apologize for my behavior yesterday and see about booking another session with Dr. Conseil. I promise not to overreact the way I did ever again.”

“I will pass it along, but know that your apology is accepted. I know my husband’s therapeutic methods can be quite disagreeable at times, many are dismissive at first, but those who follow his advice find great results. It’s suited for a specific type of client: someone open-minded, trusting, and willing. My husband could tell that you were a perfect fit when he met you. Let’s see. I can book you in for today if you’d like,” offered Laura.

“Thank you so much. Today would be perfect,” said Amy.

Truthfully, she was nervous about speaking with the doctor again, but given her experience last night, she needed someone to talk to about her conflicting feelings. After a convoluted walk to the bus stop to avoid her neighbor’s hound and a short bus ride, Amy was on the same red leather sofa as yesterday. Across from her on the other sofa was Dr. Conseil, and they began their second session.

“Amy, I want you to tell me more about your fear. What was your attitude to dogs before you were attacked?” he asked.

Amy thought for a second. “Well, I don’t think I ever liked dogs. I always thought they were gross, with all their slobber and shedding. I was not too fond of their barking or the way they smelled. Even touching a dog made me feel like washing my hands. After the attack, things were worse, but I don’t remember a dog ever being something I more than tolerated.” admitted Amy.

“So, you were never fond of dogs. Why do you think that is?” he asked, jotting her words onto a notepad as she spoke.

“I don’t know. Growing up, I never really knew anyone with a dog, so maybe I’m not used to them,” she answered.

The two continued to speak about Amy’s disposition toward dogs for a short while, and Amy became more comfortable with the questioning.

“I have my suspicions, but I want to hear it from you. Why did you come back? Remember, I want details,” instructed the doctor.

From her experience with him yesterday, Amy knew it was best to bare all, no matter how embarrassing, since the doctor could tell if she was hiding anything. She could feel her face blushing as she played with her sleeve.

“Well, that night, I thought about what you said, about my inexperience with sex. How the Rottweiler attacking me forced me to confront that part of myself. And how, subconsciously, I might have enjoyed it. You also said to try something that scared me, and one thing led to another. I ended up touching myself and came for the first time in more than a month.”

She continued, “I came multiple times. The whole time I was thinking about that attack—about dogs. For over a month, I couldn’t masturbate without those thoughts entering my head, and it scared me too much to ever ‘finish.’ But this time was different, I told myself to keep going, and it made me so wet that I couldn’t stop once I pushed past my defenses.

It was soothing to get it all out like this. “It was like fear and arousal mixed into one on my body. I felt chilling tingles all over. I slept better than I had in weeks because of it, and it was thanks to your advice.”

Dr. Conseil said, “I’m impressed, Amy. I wouldn’t have expected this kind of progress so soon. You have done some great work peeling back the layers of your phobia. So let’s keep peeling. From what I gather, you are in a very obtuse mental space. Your inexperience with sex and dogs being thrust upon you in such a traumatic way has imprinted on your psyche.

“Your mental and emotional states take an anxious turn around dogs, but your physical condition, especially sexually, seems to be charged by them. While perplexing, this is nothing to be ashamed of. I believe we can use this to your advantage. We can use your positive association with dogs in a sexual sense to resolve the turmoil mentally and emotionally.

“In other words,” he said, “keep doing what you’re doing, and I will even prescribe more physical therapies to aid your development.”

“I’m sorry?” Amy asked, going a deep shade of red. “You mean you want me to keep masturbating to dogs? I was hoping that I would be doing something else.”

“I’m afraid not,” Dr. Conseil said. “Leaning into the physical will increase your mental and emotional experience with sex and dogs. Unfortunately, given how the attack simultaneously altered your psyche regarding sex and dogs, we will have to untangle your phobia similarly. So you’ll need to address your naivety to sex alongside your fear of dogs to have any chance to return to normal.”

He explained, “This has nothing to do with you, Amy. You are suffering from an understandable shock that has crossed some psychosexual wires. It may be uncomfortable, but you’ll need to put them back through the physical therapy I prescribe. The therapy is custom-made to suit the patient’s needs and if engaging in masturbatory fantasies seems to work for you. So, keep it up.”

“So your solution for me is to masturbate to dogs,” she repeated, still in disbelief. “Surely this can be done separately? The sex stuff and the dog stuff? Separately. Not together. I know what I said about last night, but it was still very uncomfortable to experience,” Amy explained.

“Facing your trauma is always uncomfortable, Amy. It would help if you did the difficult thing to get results,” he stated. “If you’d like something more solid to justify my diagnosis, we can run a quick test.”

Dr. Conseil called for Laura to get the projector, which she did. The woman entered the room wearing a canary yellow robe similar to what she wore yesterday, wheeling the projector between the two sofas and facing the blank wall opposite the bookshelves. While she set it up, the doctor retrieved a black box connected to a series of wires, and each wire had a rubbery disc on its end. He asked Amy to adjust her top, allowing him to stick each disc to her skin. Two at the temples, both sides of the neck, and two on the upper chest.

Dr. Conseil told Amy, “This machine will record your emotional output. I will show you different images on the projector and see how they affect you mentally, emotionally, and physically. I prepared these slides for yesterday’s session to gauge your anxiety stimuli, but they will also be good for this test.”

With Laura at the projector, the doctor instructed her to move across each slide. Each slide contained either people or dogs and lasted a few seconds. The black box displayed readings for the doctor to interpret while Amy watched and reacted to the slides.

“Now, only the slides of men and slides of dogs,” instructed Dr. Conseil.

Laura complied, and each slide contained a handsome man or a dog of various build, breed, and size. Soon the men were shirtless and in sexual poses, while the dogs were all male, their breeds large enough to be bigger than Amy herself. Watching the slides go back quickly made her feel strange, and she could feel her temperature rising. Soon the slideshow ended, and the apparatus was put away. Laura left with the projector, leaving Amy and the doctor alone. The doctor uploaded the readings to his computer, and Amy stood by his desk, awaiting the results.

“Amy, your results are what I predicted exactly. The attack has warped your psychosexual makeup, and sexually you respond much more to large, male dog breeds than a shirtless Ryan Gosling, which is almost incomprehensible,” he explained. “While you generally respond to human beings in most social cases, your sexual response to human mates is nearly zero, another consequence of the attack, I presume.

“As such, there is no way you can masturbate to human-focused porn because it simply won’t affect you physically enough to resolve any issue. Additionally, you won’t be able to connect with dogs on an emotional or intellectual basis for obvious reasons. Since you cannot access a sexual connection to humans, nor an emotional connection to dogs, it suggests that the only viable option for you to resolve your anxiety would be through your imprinted sexual link to dogs.

“Predominantly sexual physical therapy via canine-based stimulus. So no, doing it ‘separately’ isn’t an option. Maybe you’ll have more options in the longer term, but I can’t say for sure,” he finished.

Amy was, again, lost for words. Unfortunately, there was a logic to what he was saying. She quite literally ‘had’ to fantasize about dogs if she wanted her everyday life back. The two sat back on the red sofas, where the doctor let Amy soak in the information. This explained why she had no progress with regular talk therapy, she never spoke about the sexual aspect of the attack, and according to Dr. Conseil, she could only make progress physically. It also explained why she was so averted to dogs.

She had an unresolved clash between her moral and sexual self resulting in her anxiety toward dogs. Despite her disgust, some relief came over her now that she had a better understanding of her fear. Even upon hearing Dr. Conseil’s diagnosis, she intuitively felt what he said was true, but she didn’t want it to be. She had unconsciously gained a dog fetish from the attack that her mind was trying to reject. Laura had returned to the room with tea for them both, and she handed a document to Amy, which she accepted with thanks.

Dr. Conseil said, “Now, Amy, you would be hard-pressed to find another doctor willing to explore your psyche the way you need. If you would like to continue therapy here, you are more than welcome. I can arrange for you to come every Friday to talk and perform physical exercises to navigate your troubled sexuality, but you will need to sign on as a patient of mine. I want you to be informed before signing, so please read it fully.”

Amy was hesitant but knew that this doctor could practically read her mind and may understand her better than herself. While his diagnosis was unpleasant, she could feel it was true, and she couldn’t go back to the standard therapy that wasn’t working for her. It was a contract, and Amy was smart enough to at least read the whole thing before signing. She read in silence, poring over each sentence. It was lengthy, about twenty pages, but boiled down to some key agreements:

First, that Amy was of sound mind and body, that she was entering the therapy of her own volition and that no coercion or force had been used for Amy’s agreement.

Second, that therapy will include (but will not be limited to) physical bonding activities with male canines of various breeds, with consent being provided by the patient in the form of this contract. Physical bonding may be sexual, depending on the expert opinion of Dr. Conseil regarding patient needs. Canines will be vetted for safety, and a professional handler will always be present. Decisions on which specific acts are performed are to be made entirely by Dr. Conseil and solely to benefit the patient.

Third, any acts are performed solely for patient welfare. Additionally, the patient accepts responsibility for any illegal actions committed on her behalf relating to therapy should any legal authorities investigate the matter.

Fourth, Amy would follow treatments prescribed by Dr. Conseil to the letter. Given the patient’s phobia and psychological disposition regarding said fear, treatment may be considered uncomfortable or even deemed ‘cruel and unusual’ by said patient. While the patient’s wishes and boundaries are respected at all times, outright refusal, non-compliance, or general ‘foul play’ could result in restraint, termination of therapy, and possible fines. A termination is a last-resort option, however, and compromise is preferred.

Fifth, treatment may extend outside of office hours and location, in which the patient is trusted to follow said treatment without supervision. This includes equipment to be used or worn outside the office at prescribed times, general upkeep of bodily hygiene regarding cleanliness, body hair, diet, and exercise, and are expected to be maintained by the patient throughout therapy. Recordings/images may be required to ensure treatment is taken seriously out of the office.

Sixth, Natural Anxiety Reduction reserves the right to record within office spaces for uses applicable to future research, safety, and security. Recordings will not be distributed to any third party without explicit permission from the patient. The firm accepts legal responsibility for all recorded imagery held.

Seventh, agreement of non-disclosure. I just wanted to let you know that detailed information about treatment is not to be discussed in any way, shape, or form except for close friends, family, and health professionals in situations where the information is essential. This is done to preserve the confidentiality between both patient and therapist and allow treatments to remain on course while avoiding reputational damage or legal intervention.

Finally, NAR does not take responsibility for any damages caused on-site to persons, belongings, or otherwise.

Aside from the legal jargon covering NAR’s backside, Amy found some things concerning.

“Physical bonding with male canines? Illegal activity on site? What does that mean exactly?” she asked.

“A good question,” Dr. Conseil said. “For the first one, it means what you think it means, Amy. You’re going to be tackling the dog aspect and the sex aspect at the same time. We will need to introduce real dogs into your physical therapy. I’m sure it won’t be anything you can’t handle, and you always have the option to remove yourself from the session. Bonding activities will include playing, cleaning, eating, and engaging sexually, but we will go slowly and carefully and only as far as we need to for your benefit.

“I won’t bullshit you, though, Amy. Your psyche is distorted, so you must do taboo sexual acts to resolve your fear. It’s a necessary part of dealing with your psychological frame. This is a safe place. I built this office to provide treatment that the established health industry would rather avoid, even if that meant stepping outside the lines of the law to help people.

“Myself, Laura, and anyone we allow inside this room can be trusted to keep a secret, and we trust you to do the same. We both know that bestiality is illegal, but I believe that, in your case, it is necessary to explore the bestial part of your psyche to resolve your phobia. You will need to adopt this belief to continue therapy here.

“Morality aside, you will be engaged in illegal sexual activity as a part of the therapy I prescribe, and there are consequences. This is a big decision for you, so please take all the time you need before signing.” Dr. Conseil answered thoroughly.

Amy continued to ask more questions, and Dr. Conseil was happy to oblige. After all, he believed the most critical part of a successful therapeutic endeavor was that the patient knew the full extent of the therapy and was completely of their own volition. The doctor had done much convincing with the diagnosis and the tests of her physical response and was now talking it through with her. As gross as it made her feel, she was becoming sold on the idea of curing her phobia through sexual exposure to dogs.

She had already found success from masturbatory exploration, and it seemed like the doctor was a true believer in his physical method, which eased her mind. Once Amy had exhausted all of her questions and given it plenty of thought, she gave in and signed the contract with shaking fingers. She couldn’t believe she was going through with it. She felt a rush as if she’d just signed away part of her soul.

She felt jittery; she had just signed on to face her fear of dogs through sex, which sent a lustful jolt of shame. She thought for a second about taking it back but thought against it. She had no idea where else she could go and decided not to say anything.

“Just one more thing,” added the doctor. “We are very serious about patients who completely refuse treatment and fail to follow instructions. Any walkouts like yesterday will result in a termination of the contract. I have neither the time nor the capacity to deal with such childish behavior. If you don’t like something, we compromise. Always.”

*****

With her hour up, Dr. Conseil sent Amy out with another appointment next Friday and some prescribed exercises to perform at home. She returned home in the evening and returned to her usual evening routine: cooking herself dinner, cleaning, and studying. Before bed, however, she found herself thinking about her special ‘homework.’ Reading the prescribed exercises:

‘One masturbatory session exploring your sexual response to male canines for (at least) three nights this week. Find out which dog breeds produce the greatest sexual response to report back. Extra, explore forums and online video sites for dog bestiality. Knowledge is healing!’

Amy couldn’t believe this was prescribed to her by her doctor. She could feel both the heat in her sex and the twisting in her stomach and reluctantly gave in. Pulling down her pajama bottoms, she began to rub herself wet, and her thoughts naturally went to that fateful day. Her on her back, the Rottweiler pinning her down, its tongue lapping at her face, but this time was different. She was nude, and the beast’s rigid member was pressed against her lips impatiently.

Her moans of pleasure and dismay groans collided with some new sound as her hand moved faster. She couldn’t help but think about the cock: it was long and thick, probably eight inches, not including the rounded base. The thing was tricky and fleshy, rubbing up and coated in her juices. This felt wrong; an animal pressed up against her so intimately, but she couldn’t stop once she started. She thought back to her contract. She signed up for sexual therapy, engaging in illegal sexual activity with canines.

She should have asked more questions. What breeds? How many canines? Were they all as big as the Rottweiler that attacked her? Could they be bigger? Just what sexual activities would she be doing? No, not FUCKING? Her whole chest heaved with panic, but deep down, some of her liked the mystery and what awaited her on Friday. She hated how wet it made her think these things, the shame in her soul feeding directly into her loins.

Her thoughts kept going back to the Rottweiler: its awful smell, the strange texture of fur, how muscular and heavy it felt on her one-hundred-and-ten-pound frame, and its big thick cock. Her fingers went frantic, and it wasn’t long before she came, squirting all over her bedsheets. After her orgasm subsided, she felt a renewed shame.

‘I shouldn’t blame myself,’ she thought. ‘They are doctor’s orders, after all.’

She finally dozed off after a strange day in therapy.

 

To Be Continued…?

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