Patient Gets Brainwashed by Doctor Without Panties

Weeks passed in which the patient, now referred to in the records only as a test subject, had hardly any memory of his life before the clinic. The bright, sterile smell of the treatment room had become the epitome of security for him, as paradoxical as that might sound given his fixation on the clinic chair.

When he arrived for his next session, his protest was nothing more than a distant echo. Dr. Kamikatze, whom he now reverently called Doctor Yara, greeted him with a smile.

Kamikatze leaned over him. Her eyes seemed to glow in the bright operating room light. Today we're going to take it a step further.

We're not just breaking the resistance, we're further programming the reaction of the cock so that you lose control even more. As soon as I place these fine acupuncture needles on his cock, she holds up the first wafer-thin, shiny silver needle, his body will instantly fall into a state of absolute trance. He will continue to lose control of his cock.

When Kamikatze finally brought him back from deep hypnosis and gently removed the needles, he felt reborn and yet completely hollowed out.