Satin Met a Laddie

Satin unlocked in him something buried deep inside. The silky touch of that wondrous material made his skin sing and his nerves burn with delightful yearning.

He still remembered the first time he felt it. He was a teenager, rummaging through his parents' things in that small window between when he got home from school and when they got home from work. He never knew what kind of treasures he'd unearth in their chest of drawers. Once he found a Polaroid picture of a naked woman, a healthy bush between her legs, her toes pointed skyward, her back arched painfully.

He was just learning the mysteries of women when his hand swept across the soft, slick fabric of his mother's slip. He stopped there, his fingers caressing, a crackle of electricity running through him, grounding him to the spot. From that moment he'd never be the same.

The years went by and he still maintained a spot in his heart for the touch of satin but he'd never go so far as to say he had a fetish for it. He appreciated when his girlfriends and lovers wore satin panties or lingerie. When they did he'd do everything he could to keep them in their satin garb as long as possible, even preferring it to the soft suppleness of their bare skin.

In his middle age he lost his mother to cancer and visited a therapist to work out his grief. No matter how much he wanted to open up to his doctor, he couldn't do it. He felt stymied. He went week after week, just touching on cursory issues like what he was doing at work or books he'd been reading. No matter how hard he tried, he could never go deeper.

His therapist finally suggested hypnosis as a way to circumvent whatever prevented him from speaking to his feelings. At first his therapist, Dr. Lee, could put him into a state of sublime relaxation. He felt the weight of the world lift off his shoulders and he would find himself leaving therapy far more happy than when he went in. Yet, he still didn't feel as if he was making the proper amount of progress.

Dr. Lee began to hone in on what blocked his mind. She began with simple word-association as he drifted through semi-conscious. She worked for weeks, shooting arrows into the air and occasionally hitting a bulls eye; getting closer to finding exactly where the target rested.

It took two months but, finally, when digging through a particularly precarious layer of guilt-inducing topics, Dr. Lee managed to find that same drawer that he found thirty years earlier. She gingerly talked through his early sexual interests and, upon saying the word "Satin," she saw all the stress leave his body.

As if in free fall, he went from a pleasant state of relaxation deeper into a complete trance. He felt as if he had been transported to a world of clouds, where he was ensconced in the soft, cool rapture of satin. Dr. Lee came with him to this wondrous place, serving as his trusted guide, her voice a physical presence beside him.

He broke through, his words falling over each other in a rush of relaxation and safety as he spoke to his love of satin and the feelings which it provided. He felt secure in this place, his own Disneyworld where he was the happiest boy on Earth.

In subsequent sessions, Dr. Lee would take him almost immediately to "Satin Land" where his id roamed free. She would observe his patterns, listening to him spin tales of past sexual conquests. Finally, she found it was time to tame the wild bronco, reining him in.

Despite the bragging about his exploits, Dr. Lee found that this covered up a deep seated guilt. Yes, satin unlocked him but it also kept him a prisoner since he first found it because it had been in a forbidden place and he'd been doing something he shouldn't. No matter how far underground he buried it, the image of his mother still loomed large over his identity and needs.

Rather than dispel the power of his deceased mother, Dr. Lee decided to usurp her, taking the throne.

She dispelled his mother's hold, successfully becoming the root of his sexuality. Whenever he turned his mind's eye inward he would see her looking back. The voice she used when he went into a hypnotic trance now echoed from within, always there with him.

Just the word "satin" uttered from her lips sent him into a deep trance where he submitted to her desires. What interested her more, however, were his desires -- those things that he wouldn't admit to anyone, not even himself, but she dragged kicking and screaming into the light of her all-seeing inner eye.

She put into his head the need to visit Victoria's secret and buy a pair of panties. He kept these in his left pocket where he put his hand quite often throughout the day. The feel of the cool, smooth material put him into a state of perpetual priapism. She would call him, asking him to describe how he felt, touching the satin. His voice changed as he talked about it; he was free of stress, the lithe of his voice falling like a sigh. And that's when she decided to push him farther.

All of those stories he told her, all of the sexual conquests of his past; she began retelling them to him changing them slightly here and there. She began introducing other people to the tales including herself -- a silent observer taking in everything.

The rewriting of history continued slowly, spinning new tales and introducing him to new ideas, new kinks, even new partners. That time he got a blow job at lunch in the back seat of his car from one of his coworkers now featured an entirely different coworker; his male supervisor. He was wildly resistant to this at first but Dr. Lee handled this gingerly, talking him through his first bisexual experience.

Though it was only in his head, he would remember it as if it were true when he awoke and thought back on this incident. She worked to mitigate his feelings about this; something of a challenge as he was slightly homophobic and proud of his heterosexual conquests. Her task was to make him equally proud that it didn't matter the sex of the person; he was wanted by women and men.

Dr. Lee wouldn't know just how well she had done without putting him to the test.

On a Wednesday night after work while his wife was out he received a phone call from Dr. Lee where she just uttered one word. Entranced, he did everything Dr. Lee instructed. When the doorbell rang the first time, he opened it to her, not really seeing her as she entered his house to take a seat in his living room. When it rang the second time he greeted the person there, a slim, attractive young man who answered Dr. Lee's ad on Craigslist.

Though the young man--he went by the name "Donnie" on his emails--wasn't hypnotized, he did well to follow Dr. Lee's instructions. She sat and watched as Donnie was greeted with a long, lingering kiss. This quickly turned passionate and Dr. Lee felt a tinge of pleasure wash over her as she watched her patient and his new friend embrace like long-parted lovers.

His hand went to Donnie's behind and squeezed. He pulled Donnie closer and began grinding against the young man's leg, his hard cock visible under his pants. In his mind, Donnie was an androgynous woman. He removed Donnie's shirt, casting it aside and suckling on Donnie's nipples. The young man gasped with pleasure, his knees going week with passion.

Donnie wasn't a big believer in foreplay and that was fine with Dr. Lee. She smiled as he went to his knees before her patient and began undoing his buckle. Donnie was a man possessed. He longed for the sensation of a man's erect penis in his mouth. That he found Dr. Lee's patient handsome helped fuel the fire that burned within him.

Dr. Lee watched with rapt attention, speaking to her patient, leading him through the experience. As Donnie began sucking him, Dr. Lee began to slowly peel back the layers of perception which she had put between his fantasy and reality, allowing him to see Donnie for what he truly was; another man.

His spine stiffened but he allowed Donnie to continue. Dr. Lee, still invisible to him, moved closer and lifted up her skirt, placing her hand on her bottom which was swathed in satin panties. At the touch of the cool, smooth material, he relaxed again and, though he saw Donnie for what he really was, he allowed himself to enjoy the feel of his cock in another man's mouth.

The harder and faster Donnie blew him, the more he let go of his inhibitions and the tighter he grabbed onto Dr. Lee's satin panties. She whispered encouragement into his ear as she watched Donnie devour him. She saw Donnie's fingers massaging his tight balls, sliding one hand back to his ass where a finger tickled his asshole. She quieted him as Donnie opened his virgin ass. She made him admit how good it felt as Donnie slid one finger and then two into him.

Donnie worked the cock expertly, his hand blurred as he worked the base of the shaft, his mouth sucking gently but firmly the head. As she'd trained him, Dr. Lee counted him down to orgasm, allowing him to cum only when she reached the number "zero" as she went from ten down.

As she said the word two things happened. "Zero" allowed him to cum--he released his load into Donnie's waiting mouth--and it woke him from his hypnotic trance where he found his cock being sucked by another man while his therapist stood next to him, his hand on her satin-pantied ass.

His mind clouded by the orgasm, his first reaction was confusion followed by the horror of homophobia. She allowed him to come to grips with this by reaching down and keeping Donnie's head firmly on his cock as Donnie gulped down all of his spunk. Before he could ask a question, she uttered the word that put him back into his trance and made him pliable to her will again.

The next time she would bring him out earlier and put him back into trance later, letting him experience more and more situations such as this, getting him used to being her newly bisexual plaything.