“Marci, do you have anything on this next client?”

“Yes, Doctor. The folder’s in your inbox. Connie Cushing is her name, I think. Neglected Spouse syndrome. I’m finishing up the computer scan now: I found a ton of hot wife and cuckold porn. You know, lots of cumslut and creampie stuff. Oh, and also some pretty decent lesbian porn.”

“Good, good ... that’s the husband, obviously. Anything on her?”

“Yes, I hacked hers too. It’s pretty clean - she looks at a lot of shoes ... There’s also Romance novels on Amazon - she downloads a lot of those, you know, basically soft porn.”

“What kind of shoes?”

Typical of him, Marci mused. Dr. Samenschlag never missed an opportunity to gain insights. “High end stuff. Strapless pumps. 3-inch heels. Nice stuff. Also boots. Some pretty sexy boots.”

“Okay, thanks. Good job. You can show her straight in when she comes. And stick around - I might need you.”

Dr. Samenschlag had a process that he rarely deviated from. He stepped around his desk to greet his new client and took her hand. Physical contact was important.

“Please, Ms Cushing, make yourself comfortable.” He gestured to the plush armchair opposite his desk. “May I call you “Connie?”

“Yes, sure,” she nodded a little stiffly. The middle-aged woman moved smoothly, settling her big, round ass into the chair and crossing her thick legs. Samenschlag noted how her skirt rode up, exposing a soft creamy thigh that oozed a bit, like ripe brie. Below the bleached, wavy hair, she was well made-up, but she looked careworn and just a bit haggard for her age.

“Thank you,” the doctor nodded. “Now, before we get started we’ll take a moment to get relaxed so that our bodies and our minds are in a calm and integrated state.”

Sigmund Samenschlag has an unusually deep and sonorous voice that he employs effectively at all times, but never more purposefully than in his professional work. His lucrative practice was built on techniques he had developed years ago that relied on his voice to produce a calm and receptive state in his clients. Coaching Connie through several rounds of deep breathing exercises using a precise sequence of repeated phrases, the doctor brought her to the first level of his unique 3-phase trance system. An observer would have been amazed at how quickly Connie’s countenance was transformed. Within three or four minutes, all that stiffness and tension drained, leaving her quite pretty. Completely relaxed now, her inhibitions suppressed, she listened with rapt attention, absorbing every word spoken by the master hypnotist.

“There, how do you feel now, dear?” He knew he could manipulate her affections now that she was in a receptive and trusting state.

“I feel really good, Doctor.” She sounded surprised. “Wonderful!” she smiled prettily.

“I’m, so glad, Connie, dear,” Samenschlag purred. “Now, why don’t you tell me what’s on your mind?”

“Well, it’s my husband ... I really don’t know what to do ... you see I’m so angry all the time and that makes it so much worse ... I thought maybe marriage counseling might be the answer. A friend of mine said you were very good, but I’m worried about how to get my husband to go along with it. He thinks everything is fine.” She paused and took a deep breath. Her big brown eyes turned to search the doctor’s face. “And I’m worried about how much it will cost.”

“Ah ... well,” Samenschlag spoke soothingly, “let me put your concerns to rest. There is absolutely nothing to worry about, Connie.” He beamed her his most reassuring smile. “First of all, there is absolutely no need to bring your husband into this. What we’re going to do here, you and I,” he smiled softly with a hint of conspiracy, “is to give you the tools and empower you with the knowledge and insight you need to make your marriage stronger and happier than it’s ever been.” He paused to gauge her reaction: a deep sigh of relief. “And,” he continued, giving her his confident professional smile, “I’m certain that we can accomplish this in just one session. So, including the registration fee you paid on-line, the total is only $350.” He sat back and folded his hands.

“Really?” she spoke incredulously, “You can do it in ONE session?”

“Well, I think so. That’s usually the case. But I don’t know all of the particulars of your case yet, so let’s continue. I want you to take another deep breath, let it out slowly, and tell me all about your husband, your marriage, and what makes you so angry. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”

“Oh, yes, Doctor. Thank you.” She shifted in the chair, uncrossed her legs, and sat up straight. This was what she was yearning to do. There had been no one she could talk to about the things that so troubled her. “My husband - Bill is his name - is a really good guy ... he was a good father - we have three grown kids - and he has a good job that he likes - he’s in IT - and it pays well and all...” She paused, gathering herself before continuing. “Well, you see, it’s just that we don’t seem to have anything in common anymore. I thought it would be better when the kids were grown ... We used to have so much fun together when we were first married...” She paused again, uncertain how to proceed.

“Do you still have sex?”

“Well, yes...” she replied with a note of frustration. “Yes, we have sex. Probably once a week on average, sometimes more ... I know it’s not as much as he wants, and that’s part of the problem ... But it’s hard for me to get in the mood. And he always acts like I’m a bitch for not putting out, but honestly, that’s the only time I get any attention from him at all - when he wants to ... well, to fuck.” She blushed slightly at the F word, but it seemed right to be direct. “I try and try to engage him in other activities ... we don’t have real conversations anymore. And I can’t get him to help out with any projects around the house, either. It just gets me so mad sometimes ... well, most of the time. He just goes to work and watches sports on TV and expects me to be receptive whenever he wants sex.” She searched the doctor’s face and then quietly added, “And it really isn’t good sex, either. Not for me, anyway ... and, honestly, I don’t think he enjoys it much either. Not like when we were young.”

“Yes, I see ... I know exactly how you feel, dear.” The doctor nodded gravely, and employing his most sympathetic smile said sadly, “I don’t suppose it would surprise you to know that this is a very, very common problem. So naturally, it is one that we are very familiar with and have had a great deal of success with.” He smiled at her again, kindly and encouragingly. “A few more questions, to help me fully understand, and then we’ll start working on the solution. All right?” He smiled brightly.”

“Yes, Doctor.”

“Good, good. You’re doing very well, Connie. I’m so glad you came to see us. Well, let’s continue.” He paused and composed his demeanor to project a professional yet kindly detachment. “How long has it been since you had an orgasm with your husband?”

“I don’t know,” she sighed, “a long time. I honestly don’t remember. He doesn’t even try any more, and I’ve stopped faking it. He fucks like he doesn’t care that there’s another person involved. Lord knows what he’s thinking about ... probably someone else.” Her eyes welled up. “It’s so humiliating.” She stifled a quiet sob. “Then he cums in me and just rolls over and goes to sleep. And I’m lying there all sticky with his mess inside me...” She looked at the doctor’s face. “That used to be kind of exciting, feeling his semen in me ... but now it just makes me sick. I cant stand the way it smells either. I usually get out of bed and clean myself up. He doesn’t know - he’s sound asleep by then.”

“That does sound pretty awful, Connie.” A sympathetic smile. “But we know exactly how to fix it.”

Connie looked considerably relieved.

Samenschlag went on, “Just a couple more questions, okay?” She nodded “Now, have you had sex with anyone besides your husband?”

“No, doctor.” She shook her head solemnly. “Not since a long time before we got married.”

“Good ... And how often do you masturbate?”

Coloring slightly, but with no hesitation, she answered, “About once or twice a week. Sometimes in the bath - when I have time for one - mostly when I’m reading ... I like romance novels.” Her color deepened. “Some of them are pretty exciting.”

“And do you have orgasms?”

“Oh, yes, doctor. Almost every time.” She closed he eyes, smiling.

“That’s wonderful, Connie!” She opened her eyes to look at him. “You see, that makes the process much simpler and almost guarantees an excellent outcome.”

She brightened perceptibly.

“Well, let’s begin the treatment, shall we?” The doctor’s voice now became even more soothing as it dropped in both volume and pitch. “Now close your eyes and let your head sink back into the headrest.” He turned a switch that started a barely perceptible vibration, an almost audible hum, in the seat and back areas of Connie’s chair. “You are relaxing, now, becoming more relaxed than you’ve ever been before ... Listen to my voice and relax...”