Amy attends another asturbation therapy session, and starts coming to terms with her condition

Another Saturday morning came and went, but Amy slept through until noon. She woke up feeling strange. Her neck felt stiff as she stretched, a reminder of the necklace that now rested between her shoulders. She thought back to her masturbation session last night and she couldn’t believe how exciting a strip of leather could be.
She came and went another Saturday morning, but Amy slept through until noon. She woke up feeling strange. Her neck felt stiff as she stretched, a reminder of the necklace that now rested between her shoulders. She thought about last night’s masturbation session of hers and she couldn’t believe how exciting a strip of leather could be. She couldn’t tell how many orgasms she’d had, but they were all intense and her shameful fantasies became more and more depraved. A surge of emotions mixed inside her stomach before she decided to get up.

Still naked, she Amy stood in front of her mirror. Winter was officially here, and Amy’s hard-earned tan had faded to its usual paleness to reveal her freckled face that she had worked so hard to hide. Something about the necklace seemed to catch her eye; she couldn’t help but look at him every time she saw her reflection. She looked… sexual. She had never thought of herself in an erotic sense and that surprised her. He gave Amy an extra submissive look, and she was already quite shy and petite. Maybe her necklace really suited him. Still, she made her look and feel like a dog, and Amy wondered if she’d ever get used to it.

‘As if’ she thought.

Amy didn’t want to leave her room. She didn’t want to risk her roommates seeing her with her collar on, but she was hungry. Amy picked up her pajamas from the floor, gingerly put them on, and headed for the door. She fought the urge to cover herself, knowing that she would only slow her progress.

With a deep breath, she Amy left her room and looked around her before heading to the kitchen. There she prepared her usual breakfast, quietly relieved that no one was near her. She decided to focus on cooking instead of waiting for someone to show up and began to crack two eggs into a bowl. Her relief turned to a strange feeling of excitement at wearing her necklace; it just excited her in some strange way.

As she stirred, she Amy could hear footsteps approaching and didn’t have time to react. The kitchen door opened to reveal a tanned young woman in casual clothing.

“Hello.” the woman said, equally surprised by Amy’s presence. Amy had turned a shade of pink, but she managed to yell a “hello” back.

“You are the mystery roommate, right?” she asked, “I’m Aria.” she greeted, holding out her hand. Amy realized that she hadn’t met anyone in her student house yet.

“Y-yes. That’s me.” She replied, “I’m Amy.” She shook his hand and the two met. Aria was an international student from Italy. She was standing five feet above her, had brown hair, dark eyes, hazelnut color and a naturally warm skin tone that Amy was a little envious of.Aria’s eyes flickered between Amy’s face and neck, obviously intrigued by her neck.Amy could feel her heating up with embarrassment and fiddling with the label , attracting even more attention.

“Is that a… necklace?” she asked.

“It’s – a fashion statement.” She lied.

“Wow! So daring to dress in bondage!” she smiled, “Like a cute puppy, are you doing this on purpose?” she asked with playful curiosity.

“Yes. I just like it.” Amy lied, turning red.

“Do you like being a dog? Really?” She teased herself, seeing how red Amy was. “I’m just kidding. May I?” She said, reaching out to feel the engraving on the label.

“What a cute little dog! Yes you are!” she teased herself, even patting Amy on the head, making her feel even smaller than she already was. Amy wanted to disappear.

Amy couldn’t believe how daring she was, and she stood still as Aria inspected her neck with glee. This girl apparently loved how embarrassed Amy was. It was almost a game to see how red her face would turn. After what seemed like forever, Aria moved away from the cabinet and pulled out a breakfast bar.

“Well, I have to go. It was nice meeting you, puppy. she laughed, walking out of the kitchen.

Amy was confused. She should have corrected her, her name was ‘Amy’. She could have done anything besides stand there, but that seemed to be her standard response to anything uncomfortable. Alone again, she finished preparing breakfast and returned to her room to eat. She didn’t like lying to Aria about her necklace, but there was no good way to explain it. What was she supposed to say? ‘I have an imprinted sexual attraction to dogs and this collar is supposed to help meline up with her’? After breakfast she still felt groggy, but she was in no state to stop. She still needed to visit Trainer for her daily training session at the university gym and she dressed in her usual leotard under her tracksuit and jacket.

Practice started normally. Coach Matthews kept quiet about her necklace, wanting to focus on Amy’s training, which Amy was more than happy with. However, Amy’s thoughts were still unfocused and her new necklace wasn’t helping. She couldn’t focus on her routine, and the same recurring thought assailed her: a pack of wild dogs, each large and beastly, storming into the gym and knocking her to the ground. She would panic and do everything she could to defend herself against her, but the dogs would easily overpower her. Seeing her collar, the mongrels could easily tell that she was a submissive bitch to be bred to, and she would rip off her leotard to expose her toned body. From there, the helpless girl could only watch in a mixture of lust and terror as each dog took turns fucking her wet pussy, knotting it and filling it with her seed, some of them too impatient and taking her by the mouth. like it was her. they were her toy. Her necklace only seemed to make these thoughts more intense and made her very dizzy, preventing her from performing even a simple balance beam routine. The trainer called off the session early with loss, noting how much Amy was struggling, and dismissed it as her being wrong. In her own frustration, Amy ran to the women’s locker room and couldn’t help but masturbate in the shower stall to release her sexual tension.

Her subsequent training sessions each day that week showed improvement, but Amy simply couldn’t reach the level of skill she used to have with these fantasies driving her crazy. It didn’t seem to matter how often Amy masturbated, thoughts of her kept coming back and only getting more intense. With the help of her prescribed masturbation sessions and the letters she was required to read each morning, her mind was constantly revolving around the one subject she hated to think about. Her fear of dogs still permeated her mind, but the constant bestial desires that seeped into her brain were beginning to dominate all of her intrusive thoughts. As the week progressed, thoughts of her kept her from paying attention in lectures, doing homework, or socializing. She couldn’t help but masturbate every chance she got. The only thing she could focus on was the looks and comments she would receive from her classmates and other students on campus about her new necklace. The embarrassment of walking gave her a permanent blush.

It is true that one of the positive aspects of her arousal is that she helped make her fear manageable. She had no more violent intrusive thoughts, which was great. Every time the thought of being attacked by a dog floated through her mind, the scene became much less terrifying and much more exciting. The only problem with her was that the lust she felt for her distracted her as much as the fear of her. Amy wasn’t sure if this was better, but she decided to go ahead and see Dr. Conseil on Friday.

Friday had finally arrived. With each day dragging on Amy’s mind and her sex, she was looking forward to her therapy session later that afternoon. She knocked on the door of Natural Remedies for Anxiety and was greeted by Laura Linton, dressed in a tight plastic dress that was completely see-through, accentuating her large bust and hips against her petite waist.

“Hello again, Amy her,” she chirped. Now, before you go in, Dr. Conseil wanted you to put this on. he said to her, pulling a leash from behind her back. It was a black leather strap, with a clip at one end and a handle at the other. Amy relented with a sigh, accepting this as part of the doctor’s methods, and Laura attached the leash to her collar. From there, Laura took hold of her and literally led her up the stairs to her office where Dr. Conseil was waiting for her.

Good afternoon Amy. said the doctor, already seated on one of her red sofas, inviting her to sit down. She waved back and sat down on the other sofa to watch him, the smell of incense from her hitting her as she came downstairs.

“Now, to the point,” she said, “how have you been wearing the necklace?” she asked her. Amy had a lot to say.

“It’s… intense. It’s been hard to focus on anything when I’m wearing this necklace, I can’t focus on my gym training or lectures or anything.” She replied, “People look at me like I’m a pervert, make comments about me. in classes or just on the street, I must look like a mess, all red in the face because I’m so embarrassed. As Amy spoke, all the feelings she had felt that week came rushing back.e to her, and she couldn’t help but cry. Laura sat down quickly next to the girl and comforted her for a few minutes, while the doctor encouraged her to let go of her. all the emotion that had been suppressed. After a few minutes, when Amy’s screams faded to silence, the doctor continued.

“It’s okay to feel this way. People generally react negatively to anything they don’t understand, but in time they will understand or ignore you. Shame is society’s way of maintaining order and control at the expense of personal freedom. She says that she’s been having a hard time concentrating, could she go into more detail about what’s distracting her? You?” she asked.

“I have these – thoughts.” Amy replied. “The same ones that she had, but more intense. Since I started wearing this necklace, the thoughts have been continuous and they have been different. They used to be violent and scary, but now they’re more sexual.”

“More sexual thoughts around the canines,” the doctor noted, “Are you masturbating?”

“Yes. More than ever, I think I masturbate at least four times a day just to function.”

“Pretty much, and these masturbation sessions consist of dog sex?”

“Each one of them.” she admitted with slight disgust.

“And do your thoughts repeat themselves even after you’ve masturbated?” she asked her.

“All the time!” she said with more intensity than she expected.

A smile broke out on the doctor’s face.

“This is good news, Amy. We have surpassed the first layer of your condition. Your mental and physical sexualities have become closer, and your mind is beginning to crave beastly sex in a way that resembles physical craving. the doctor said. “Let me explain a little more. Originally you had bestiality fantasies that bothered you, and we were able to break down the cultural stigma that you had internalized and encouraged you to engage with the fantasies through masturbation. With the help of her collar, we dive deeper into her subconscious and reveal what I believe to be the root of her sexual attraction to dogs.”

“Root sexual attraction? You mean when they printed me? So I’m not just freaking out, have I really made any progress this week? She looked hopefully at the doctor, who was now standing and pacing between his desk and the two sofas.

“Exactly right, Amy.” He said, and Amy felt a burst of joy and she broke into her biggest smile in months.

“You did so much to get this far so soon, Amy, and I’m so proud of you. You have shown true dedication to my method and I thank you. Discovering this deeper attraction can be a confusing concept, so I’d like to talk a bit more about it. When you were imprinted, your subconscious was affected on a deep level, which affected how you react sexually to humans and dogs. We have deployed your subconscious and brought this subconscious pull into your conscious mind during these last few weeks of mental conditioning. This implies a few things. Your craving for dog sex is now physical and mental, which only makes your lust that much stronger, which is why you find yourself distracted so often. You will need to maintain these conditions while we continue your therapy, but this does not mean that you will have to be frustrated and distracted all the time. Continued sexual engagement is the key to bringing you mental clarity. Unfortunately, even with the increase in his masturbation sessions, it seems that he is not satisfied in a sexual sense. It may be an option to further increase the number of masturbations, but this can be physically exhausting and cause unnecessary pain. Rather, I believe that this intensified lust has signaled a desire for a stronger stimulus. Simply hand-wanking is, psychologically, too…human for you to be satisfied. Please understand that in order for us to continue to resolve your condition, it is time for us to introduce real canines into your sex therapy.” He explained.

Amy sat there, taking in what the doctor had said, with Laura gently stroking the girl’s arm.

Real dogs? was all Amy could say. Her throat felt dry and her mind wandered between her fear of the dogs and her lust for them. Perhaps being around a real dog would help calm her down, and the thought of being in closer contact with a canine wasn’t as repulsive as she’d once thought. She didn’t think she liked the smell too much, or the drool, or all of her fur. Still, Amy felt all-too-familiar warmth build up in her sex, and despite the last strings of her moral rebuke to her bestiality, she made up her mind. She bit her lip, almost afraid to say it.

“OK let’s do it.” she said finally, and the doctor smiled. Once her words left her lips, Amy’s mind began to churn with lust almostas much as her sex, she leaned back on the sofa and let the sensation take over her in a mixture of lust and nervousness.

“Perfect.” The doctor responded before turning to her wife: “Laura dear, contact Nicola and tell her that she will be needed next week.” He said, and Laura left the room.

The doctor saw Amy lying back, her cheeks flushed against her pale face. He could see that she was lost in a sexual stupor, and would have left her alone, but he needed to talk to her about something else. With a tap on her shoulder, Amy was brought back to the real world of her fantasies about dogs and her knotted cocks. The doctor sat next to the girl on the sofa.

“There’s a test I’d like to do with you, Amy. How comfortable are you with nudity?

“I don’t know, doctor. I haven’t been naked in front of anyone since I was young.” she said, “Why do you ask?”

“Next week we will be introducing you to a real dog, and for his therapy to take full effect, it would be best for him to be naked. It allows you to better strengthen the connection between your mental and physical readiness for dog sex, and will lead to more skin-to-skin contact. Most people have a hard time getting naked in front of others, so I think it would be better to do it now so they feel more comfortable next week.” He said.

He made sense to Amy, who was beginning to understand the doctor’s methods a little better. But she still had her own concerns.

“Doctor, I’m worried. I haven’t been near a dog in a long time, what if he attacks me? What if I freak out again and go back to square one? she asked.

“A good question, one that many people who go through exposure therapy often have. Amy, you’ve been through a traumatic episode with a Rottweiler. It was unexpected and shocking, and the negative impact has stayed with you. From this episode you attached all those negative feelings and associated them with dogs in general. This also includes the sexual aspect of the attack, of which you are well aware. Next week we will be bringing a dog into this office, a controlled environment with caretakers dedicated to its safety. The dog will be large and friendly, and he will have been trained not to be aggressive. He is as confident as he can be. He may feel nervous at first, but you will soon discover that much of his suffering has been mental and there was nothing to worry about at all. It is a big step, but I know that once you take it, you will have overcome the biggest obstacle in your recovery. He explained.

Her words calmed her, but there was still a lingering feeling in Amy’s stomach.

“Let’s say I come next week and I see the dog, what will happen? Is he going to have sex with me?

“It’s completely unlikely, you’re just going to meet the pet on a more physical level. Petting, stroking, hugging, that kind of thing. Although we go as far as you feel comfortable.

“Well.” Amy paused. “What if I get stuck like this? Being sexually reactive only with dogs, I mean. What if I’m never normal again? I want to get married, have children. What if I never get that?

“It’s unlikely you’ll get stuck like you completely are. To tell the truth, it depends on how deeply the attack penetrated into her subconscious. It may have gone deeper than we know, and the deeper it goes, the harder it becomes to figure out. However, that does not mean the end of the world. I speak not as a psychologist, but as a man with fifty years of experience in being alive: life has a way of working, maybe not the way you expect, but the way that is best. If it turns out that his psyche is more affected than expected, we have alternative methods that will allow you to live with his condition.

It all sounded kind of horrible to the girl, the idea of being trapped as a zoophile. Even if she was attracted to dogs, she knew it was trauma inducing, and once she completed her therapy, she was able to move on without telling anyone about her ordeal. Was this too, too fast? Maybe her dog videos might turn her on, but the idea of being intimate with a real dog seemed too real to her, even if the idea of her did turn her on a bit. Her mental attraction was mainly conditioning, but she wondered if some subconscious slip of hers had always been drawn to the taboo. She was making remarkably fast progress, after all. Deep down she logically knew how upset she would be and had trouble reconciling her feelings. When she explained this to the doctor, he went back to talking about how any condition, no matter how dire it seems, could be fixed if she gave it time. Again, his words gave Amy some peace and they moved on to the test.

Laura had returned from contacting Nicola, the dog trainer, and she entered the office, standing beside her.I’m at the door. Amy, following Dr. Conseil’s instructions, began to remove her clothing. She stripped down to her underwear and felt embarrassed. Her slender and slightly toned figure was evident, turning pink and trembling slightly.

“Please continue.” said the doctor, in a professional tone. Laura walked over to the girl to help her remove her bra and panties. Laura noticed that Amy’s bra was padded, revealing that it was actually an A cup, which Amy found humiliating. Amy was now naked, apart from her leash and collar.

“I don’t know how you can be so comfortable being almost naked like this all the time, Laura.” Amy said.

“Lots of practice, lots of patience, and lots of confidence,” Laura chirped, striking a teapot pose, “no need to be so shy, Amy. You look beautiful.”

Amy was reassured by Laura’s words, and her own near-nakedness made her feel less like a test subject. The doctor asked Amy to come to attention with her hands at her sides.

“I see you’re not shaved.” the doctor said flatly, pointing to Amy’s ginger bush, “I’m afraid you’ll need to be clean-shaven for the next week. Pubic hair is a pheromone sponge that can be a repellent to a dog. Also, being shaved will help us on closer inspections if we need to examine it further. For now though, it’s fine. Laura, go get Amy’s projector and slides. and Laura left the room, returned with the projector, and set it up for display against the blank wall opposite the bookcase. The doctor asked Amy to sit at her desk, like the projector. She did, methodically hopping onto the desk with her knees together, so as not to show off more than necessary. Her desk was cold against her bare skin.

“Amy, would it be okay if I checked your vagina? I just want to check something quickly. said the doctor.

Amy turned red, “Yes it’s important.”

“It is, please open your lips for me.” said the doctor, pulling out a flashlight. Amy did, leaning on one hand and using the other to hold her folds open. The doctor shone a flashlight into the interior and saw a flap of skin behind the entrance.

“You really are a virgin.” he said. “Can we document this with an image? They will be used exclusively for research and documentation of the therapy.” he said. Amy didn’t seem convinced, but Laura assured her that the files would be for work only. Amy agreed and Laura took the photo of Amy’s hymen still intact. Amy found it all a bit eccentric, but her face was nowhere to be seen and she was to be kept safe in a doctor’s office.

“Amy, I’d like you to look at the projection on the wall. The projector will show either a human male or a large male dog breed, just like last time. Only now, when you see a dog, you should open your legs, and when you see a human, you should close them, bringing your knees together. Do you understand?”

Amy’s entire body turned a deep pink.

“Excuse me? Why?” she asked.

“It’s a reinforcement test,” the doctor explained, “to, well, reinforce your mental and physical attraction to dogs. Remember, we can’t let your conscious mind lose its attraction to dogs, we must work to keep it strong. Otherwise, the open mind can close again and you will start to go back to fear instead of lust.

“O well.” Amy muttered, still turning red.

“Let us begin.” the doctor said, pressing the remote.

A Doberman appeared. He at first surprised Amy, but she wasn’t as surprised by the hound’s appearance as she used to be.

“Open your legs.” the doctor said, and Amy remembered homework and spread her knees ninety degrees apart.

“I thought you were a gymnast,” said the doctor, “surely you can do better than that.”

Laura giggled and Amy took advantage of her flexibility. She braced her hands behind herself and opened up into a full split with her legs straight and toes pointed. Even then, the span of her legs wasn’t as long as the desk itself.

The next photo was of a male model, shirtless on the beach. Amy closed her legs.

“Tightest”. the doctor said, and Amy closed her legs completely, drawing her knees together.

Another photo of a mastiff appeared, with the erect member of her sheath. Amy spread her legs as before, wide and spread out. She could feel a tingle in her sex and she knew she was getting wet. The doctor also seemed to notice.

Another slide of a handsome young man in a suit came up, and Amy closed her legs tight.

“Good.” said the doctor.

Another slide showed a rottweiler, and Amy could feel her legs move sooner than she thought, moving back more than a full division. She moaned under her breath, her eyes fixed on his cock.dog, fully erect with a flaming knot.

Amy grew more nervous with each photo and the test continued.

“Now when you see a dog, you should open your legs and vulva lips and say ‘I want it.’ When you see a man, you should close your legs, shake your head and say ‘no way’. Understood?” said the doctor.

“Yes, doctor.” she replied, her breath picking up a rhythm.

The next slide was of another handsome man, completely naked with a big penis, and Amy’s reaction was quicker than before. She closed her legs, shook her head and said ‘no way!’ with enthusiasm.

The next slide was of a husky, the focus on his erect penis. Amy spread her legs, parted her wet pussy lips and said ‘I want it’ with a slight desperation.

The test continued for another ten slides before ending, and both the doctor and Laura thanked Amy for her cooperation. She also thanked both of them in exchange for her help and she changed her clothes again. Amy felt nervous after such a test and she wanted to get home to masturbate. Before leaving, Dr. Conseil gave Amy a stuffed dog. It was large, about four feet long, and covered in short black fur with brown spots.

“Thank you?” Amy said, not knowing what the present was for.

“Since regular masturbation seems to be wearing off on keeping you cool, I think this will help you through next week. It will help simulate a real dog in a way that your hand can’t. It’s even scented. Amy took a deep sniff at the stuffed animal; she smelled like a dog. It should have been raw, but Amy couldn’t help but tingle.

“He’s so…thoughtful. Where did you get this?” she asked.

“I’m always prepared.” said the doctor, “and one more thing.” she said, moving to her desk. He took out a card and handed it to the girl, who read it aloud.

“I love dog dicks. A dog’s penis is a natural aphrodisiac for a woman like me.” she said, before looking at the doctor.

“Remember to read this every morning, reinforcement is key.” he said. Amy still found her methods strange, but she was surely getting used to them. She said goodbye to Laura and the doctor, thanking them again before heading back home. Going around the block to avoid her neighbor’s dog and over her backyard fence was hard with the giant stuffed animal in her arms, but she did it.

Once inside her, she went straight to her room and stripped down to her neck. Her panties were completely stained and her pussy wet. She practically jumped on her bed with her new toy and squashed it against the mattress like a bitch in heat, sniffing deeply at the dog-scented fabric. After a week of almost non-stop masturbation, her hand was getting tired and her teddy was a welcome change of pace. She wrapped her legs tightly around the soft mounds and pressed her skin against the toy skin. Her fantasies of making love to a bloodhound of hers had never felt so fulfilled, only making her squeeze harder, moaning under her breath.

“Yeah-more-more…” she breathed, turning frantic in her movements, the texture of her skin brushing gently between each tiny fold of her pussy lips. With a cry she couldn’t contain, she Amy came hard, her juices dripping onto her plush, staining the fabric. She moaned as waves of pleasure coursed through her body. Amy tensed before sinking into her toy, breathing in that wonderful scent.

“Good Guy.” she murmured between heavy breaths, beads of sweat forming on her body. Rubbing against her stuffed toy made her smell like her own sex mixed with the scent of a dog, which was both disgusting and arousing. He stood there in the afterglow to catch her breath, and heard a scream directly behind her.

“What the fuck!?” Aria yelled, and Amy immediately jumped out of her lying position. She forgot to lock the door!

“Oh Lord!” Amy screamed in panic, pulling the blanket from her to cover herself, throwing her stuffed animal to the floor. Aria looked at her stuffed animal, at the dark patch of wetness on her fur, and back at Amy. Amy watched helplessly as Aria put the pieces together. Aria’s face went from confusion to a devilish grin.

“Just a fashion statement, huh? I knew it! Pervert!” she screeched deliciously.

“Please get out of my room.” Amy begged, mortified.

“Okay, okay, I’m leaving. I don’t care what you do with Teddy there, but he tries not to be so loud. He could hear you from outside. Bye, bitch. she smiled, closing the door as she left.

Amy was frozen with humiliation. How could she have been so stupid? She didn’t even have time to process how good that orgasm was. She had never felt anything like it. It was almost like being with a…real dog. she crouched down andshe pulled her stuffed animal under the covers to hug it.

‘Teddy is a nice name,’ she thought.

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