Triggered Desires

Chapter 1: The Doctor's Test

I sat in the sterile, white-walled office of Dr. Evelyn Hart, my palms sweaty against the leather chair. Last night’s humiliation at the hypnosis show still burned in my mind—stripping bare, stroking myself under the cruel gaze of that sadistic hypnotist, and cumming on stage while the crowd roared. Worse, she’d planted a trigger in my head: my body now obeyed any command from a woman, no matter how much my mind screamed no. I needed help, and Dr. Hart, with her sharp green eyes and confident smirk, was my only hope.

She leaned forward, her crisp white coat barely containing the curve of her chest, and tapped a pen against her full lips. 'So, Mr. Daniels, you’re saying a hypnotist has… rewired you?' Her voice was smooth, clinical, but there was a glint in her eye that made my stomach twist.

'Yeah,' I muttered, shifting uncomfortably. 'My body just… does whatever a woman tells it to. I’ve got no control. Can you fix it?'

Dr. Hart’s smirk deepened as she stood, her heels clicking on the tile floor. She circled behind me, her presence electric. 'Fascinating. A post-hypnotic trigger of that magnitude? We’ll need to run some tests to gauge its depth. Purely professional, of course.' Her tone was all business, but the way her fingers brushed my shoulder sent a jolt straight to my groin.

'Tests?' I asked, my voice tight. 'Like what?'

She stopped in front of me, crossing her arms, which only accentuated her curves. 'Oh, simple commands at first. To see how your body reacts. For science, naturally.' She tilted her head, her gaze piercing. 'Unless you’re too scared to find out how… hard this trigger can push you.'

I swallowed, my throat dry. 'I’m not scared. Do what you need to.'

Her lips curled into a wicked smile. 'Good boy. Let’s start easy. Stand up.'

My legs moved before my brain could process, hauling me to my feet. I cursed under my breath. 'See? No control.'

'Mm-hmm,' she purred, stepping closer, her breath warm against my ear. 'Now, unbutton your shirt. Slowly.'

My fingers obeyed, trembling as they worked each button, revealing my chest. My mind screamed to stop, but my body was hers. Dr. Hart’s eyes roamed over me, hungry, though her face remained a mask of professionalism. 'Interesting,' she mused. 'Your body’s response is immediate. Let’s see how far this goes. Take off your belt.'

The leather slid free with a snap, and I felt the heat rising in me, my cock stirring against my will. 'This is a test, right?' I growled, trying to keep some dignity. 'Not a damn strip show.'

She laughed, low and throaty. 'Oh, Mr. Daniels, I’m merely observing. But if you’re getting… uncomfortable, we can stop. Or are you curious how much harder I can make this for you?' Her words dripped with challenge, and I hated how they made my pulse race.

'I’m fine,' I lied, my voice rough. 'Keep going.'

Her eyes flashed with triumph. 'Very well. Drop your pants.'

They hit the floor, leaving me in just my boxers, my erection straining painfully against the fabric. I was sweating now, my breath uneven, and she hadn’t even touched me. Dr. Hart stepped closer, her fingers hovering just above my waistband. 'Look at you,' she whispered, her voice a seductive blade. 'So responsive. I wonder… how wet I could make this situation if I pushed just a little more.'

My mind was a haze of frustration and raw, aching need. 'You’re enjoying this too much,' I snapped, though my body betrayed me, leaning toward her touch.

'Am I?' she shot back, her tone sharp as a whip. 'Or are you just dying to see how far I’ll take you? How hard I can make that cock of yours before you’re begging to cum?' Her words sliced through me, and I felt myself throb, dripping with anticipation.

She hadn’t even touched me yet, but I was already panting, horny as hell, my ass clenching with tension. I knew this was only the beginning—Dr. Hart was going to test every limit, and I was powerless to stop her. 'Let’s see how long you last,' she murmured, her hand finally brushing against me, promising an explosion I couldn’t resist.