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"I must say," Fosk admitted, once he took a seat on his couch "that you got me pretty excited last week with that whole 'next session will be a blast' thing. I've been wondering what you meant for days."

Kenneth gave him a wide grin, his tail slowly moving back and forth at his back, as if he was some kind of predator trying to wait for the best moment to jump over his prey.

As usual, he was sitting on his desk and wearing no footwear whatsoever. Over the days, Fosk had really gotten used to that sight of him, and even though it had made him feel slightly embarrassed on their first appointment, now he was feeling more confident.

Probably because there were already a couple of things he had done with the white tiger.

"I'm glad to know you've been thinking about it," Kenneth said, still grinning. "You know, I don't like to brag, but I'm pretty sure the wait felt eternal, hasn't it?"

Fosk chuckled a bit and glanced away, his cheeks turning red for a brief moment.

"Well, yeah. I love these sessions. You should know that by now."

"I do," Kenneth assured him, widening his grin. "Perhaps today's the day after all."

"Huh?" Fosk asked, a bit confused. "What do you mean?"

The white tiger stood up, leaving his place by the corner of the desk. Fosk gulped a bit, still embarrassed and noticing how determined his therapist looked for some reason.

"You know how I told you your kinks and fantasies were doors, right?" Kenneth asked. As soon as the black wolf nodded, he kept speaking. "For the past days, we've been experimenting with them, trying to get somewhere. And the thing is, we've been incredibly successful in that. We've opened lots of doors."

"Have we?" Fosk asked, tilting his head. "I mean, yeah, we've done a lot of things, but it's only been five days."

"So, what you're telling me is that you'd like me to finish the whole list before we move on, naughty boy?" the white tiger asked, winking an eye at his patient.

Fosk blushed and opened his mouth to say something, then closed it and shook his head.

"N-no, that's not what I meant," he said, after a while. "But are you sure we're at that point already?"

"I don't know," Kenneth admitted, shrugging. "But I do know one thing. If we don't try at some point, we might never know if you're ready or not. Besides, it's not as if I'm going to do anything you feel uncomfortable with. I just want you to try and see if you're ready. If you're not, that's okay. We're going step by step after all. Remember my goal is to help you feel good."

"I know," Fosk replied, with a shy smile. "And to be honest, you've made me feel good in all our past sessions, so I don't really think I have anything to worry about. It's just that... well, we met just a month ago, and I still can't believe how far we've come with this... kinky-session thing."

"Oh, you have no idea," Kenneth replied, chuckling.

Fosk's ears perked up.

"Do you mean it usually goes more slowly with other patients?" he asked, a bit surprised.

"Kinda. They don't open to me as easily as you have. Which is something that I'm proud of, and something you should be proud of, too. We have both worked together on this," the white tiger said, with a smile. "But... okay. I guess you're right. Doing that stuff today might be a bit risky, so we'll just... open one more door." He winked an eye at the black wolf as he said those words and Fosk couldn't help but chuckle. "Let me find that kinky list of yours and I'll let you choose what you want to do today."

"Oh, I get to choose today? That's nice," the black wolf noted playfully.

"Sure it is! Of course, it has to be something we haven't done yet," Kenneth said, as he walked around his desk and started looking for the crumpled piece of paper in one of the drawers. "Otherwise, you know, opening the same door twice wouldn't help much."

"You love that analogy, don't you?" Fosk asked, raising an eyebrow.

The tiger didn't answer back. Instead, he crouched next to the desk, trying to find Fosk's list, until he seemed to spot it at the bottom of the drawer. He picked it up, glanced at it and let out an appreciative growl before handing it to the black wolf, who was still sitting on the blue couch as usual. Fosk couldn't help but think that the list felt old for some reason. He couldn't believe it had been only a month since the time he'd written that...

Then, he frowned.

"I think you've given me the wrong list," he said, raising his eyes to the white tiger. He'd gone back to sitting at the corner of his desk, staring at Fosk with a playful grin.

"Oh, really?" he asked. It didn't look as if he could think he'd made a mistake.

"Yeah! I mean, this list seems to be... complete," the black wolf explained, showing him the piece of paper. "Look? Everything's been ticked. 'Orgasm denial', 'chastity', 'suspension'... Even 'statuification'. We haven't done that yet."

"Haven't we?" Kenneth asked, raising an eyebrow.

Fosk was beginning to feel uneasy about something.

"Yeah! I mean, remember in our first session you simply hypnotized me? There weren't any more kinks involved then. And in the second session you just made me jerk off. I guess we did more in the third one, with all the pet play and paws, but..."

"But?"

Fosk looked away from the list and stared at the white tiger. He was grinning. Why was he grinning?

"What?" he asked, puzzled.

Kenneth's grin widened and Fosk could see those pointy fangs showing off. He looked as if he was enjoying that immensely.

"It's nothing," the tiger said. But of course it isn't, Fosk thought. No matter how cool the tiger was trying to play that, there was something afoot there. "I mean, you explained it all yourself."

Fosk blinked, a bit confused.

"I... I didn't explain anything... I..." he paused for a few seconds. "Wait. What's going on?"

Kenneth stood up and moved towards Fosk, still grinning. The black wolf felt slightly intimidated as the tiger towered over him, but he was used to that by now. After all, they'd been through a lot of sessions, and that meant that he already knew what to expect from the white tiger.

Wait. A lot of sessions? It had only been four. Why was he doubting that now?

"Is... is it... What..." he muttered, still staring at the white tiger in disbelief. "No..."

"Yes," Kenneth said, crossing his arms on his chest. "I knew you'd figure it out yourself. Here, on our fifth session. But in case you're still having any trouble, you can go back to your list, read out loud the third to last kink you wrote there and fall back into trance for me."

Fosk didn't pay much attention to the last part of the sentence. He was too confused to even understand what was going on, or the fact that the white tiger had already given him a suggestion. His eyes moved back to the list and climbed up from the last kink, trying to find a confirmation for his suspicions. A part of his mind was racing frantically trying to make sense of what was going on, but the other knew perfectly well what was happening and what would happen once he reached that word.

His eyes finally met the specific kink Kenneth had mentioned. He recognized his own hand-writing. It had been silly of him not to recognize it before.

"Memory play," he whispered, dumbstruck.

And then, he fell deep into trance. His body sank into the couch, heavier and warmer, muscles getting loose and limp as his mind went back to that particular state he knew so well by then. A few of his confused, frantic thoughts still tried to take over the relaxation, but they were meaningless and weak, and they easily faded into nothingness before he could even notice them. The relaxation was much stronger anyway and it had been reinforced through many, many sessions, making sure he wouldn't be able to shake it off unless he specifically wanted to. Fosk knew that now.

But he still couldn't remember.

"So now you understand," Kenneth said, still grinning. He placed one of his paws on Fosk's head, affectionately, and caressed between his ears. The wolf felt a sudden urge to growl in pleasure. "That's why I said today's the day. Not because I thought we've come far together, although we have. It's just because there's nothing left to do on that list of yours."

Fosk's thoughts went back to wondering how long had it been since his first session, but he couldn't keep them for long. They just melted into the relaxation and emptiness before any other part of his mind could answer.

"And believe me, it's been tricky," the tiger explained, still rubbing that specific point in Fosk's head that made his body melt in blissful submission. "Sometimes I needed to keep your memories from certain sessions... so that the next would go alright. I had to be very cautious about not erasing them more often than necessary. There was a time you kept track of three weeks. But of course, you lost that when I wiped your mind clean again. Emptying that little head of yours is... way easier than you imagine."

The black wolf shivered.

"I know you're half-aware right now," Kenneth said. His voice had that sultry, deep resonance that the wolf loved so much. He could feel the warmth of the tiger's body as he leaned closer. "Don't worry, though. That won't last for long. I just wanted you to feel the submission and the helplessness. I know you love it."

Fosk was really loving it, maybe too much for his own good. Even though he couldn't look down at that specific point between his legs, he could already feel how his trousers were a bit... tight. There were a few lustful, horny thoughts swimming around his mind, but it wasn't as if he could pay real attention to them.

In any case, he didn't need to. Feeling like that, trapped under the warm waters of trance, was already enough to make him feel submissive, controlled and aroused.

"And of course," Kenneth continued "you don't remember all the fun we've had together, but I can assure you, it's been a lot. Obviously, it's left some remnants. Oh, yes." The tiger grinned as Fosk shivered again. "I've given you plenty of triggers by now. And they all work like a clockwork. Here, let me show you. Dog, present yourself."

The black wolf felt it click on his mind almost immediately.

"I am Master Kenneth's dog," he heard himself mutter. "I have no thoughts. I have no choice. I can't resist. I'm a good boy. I obey."

"You're a good boy indeed," Kenneth praised him, patting his head. Fosk let out a proud bark and felt immediately embarrassed, yet good at the same time. "Oh, look. It seems another trigger clicked right into place. Who knows how many more of those you have."

The tiger had gotten closer and Fosk could feel his warm breath near one of his ears, making him shiver with every word he pronounced with that deep, commanding, yet velvet-like voice of his.

"Undress."

The black wolf didn't even know if that was a command or a trigger, but he simply stood up and do as he was told. As he removed all his clothes, he could see the tiger leaning over the couch, waiting for him to sit down again once he was fully naked. Kenneth seemed to be having as much a good time as the black wolf was, and once his trousers fell to the floor and he kicked them away with a lazy movement, the therapist chuckled softly. It only took Fosk a few more seconds to remove his underwear until his now hard member was fully on display.

And then, he went back to the couch, sat down and waited for commands.

"Goooood. You're always so compliant," the tiger said, caressing the wolf's naked chest slowly in small circles. Fosk shivered again. For some reason, he really loved that. "Sink into blankness, now."

It was as if he'd been catapulted into the abyss. Before he could even react or try pointlessly to understand what was going on or the effect those words would have on him, he found himself staring into an indefinite point in front of him, tongue lolling out and thoughts completely banished from his mind. Not even the weak echoes of things that might have been there anymore.

There was nothing. He was blank.

"That one still works perfectly," Kenneth noted, chuckling softly. "Good boy." It felt good to be praised again like that. "I needed you to come here because I'm going to do something. I'm going to end that amnesia of yours today. I'm going to let you win back your memories, as easy as that. And to do that, I needed you to be here, because it's the place where you're more receptive. Even though you're barely understanding anything now."

Fosk was barely understanding anything now. He could hear words and he knew he would follow them, but the meaning behind them was simply unreachable.

"I'm going to let you remember all our sessions. All the times you've cum for me, here or in other rooms. But you're going to remember each and every one of those times... together. I want you to come back to them, clear as day, as if they were just happening now. And they will all play together in your mind, as you get them back. Do you understand?"

Fosk nodded. A little trickle of drool slipped through the corner of his mouth.

"Perfect. I can't wait to see what happens to you now," Kenneth paused for a few seconds, as if trying to anticipate his command. To Fosk, it was irrelevant. "Remember."

And suddenly the wave of memories hit him. It was as if someone had been keeping the dam closed for a very, very long time and now its walls had broken with that simple word. A myriad of confused thoughts and pictures of the past came back to his mind all at once and he couldn't make sense of them for a few seconds. His body twitched, mind overwhelmed by the endless flow of memories, until the waters seemed to calm down and he began to see something amidst the mist.

They were all playing in his mind slowly but steadily, like some kind of film. Fosk was now sure Kenneth had prepared him for that before-hand. He'd been wiping his mind clear, as he said, but also making sure that the occasion when all those memories came back would be perfect. And now that the wolf could see everything that had been going on, every single session they had had in the past, he knew it was. It was perfect.

He saw himself after long weeks of being unable to cum due to Kenneth's commands. He was begging, lost in his own lust and crawling like a horny dog. The tiger was towering over him, that cocky grin on his face and his arms crossed on his chest. Fosk could feel the need to reach climax, to have an orgasm, all over again. The absolute desire to cum there and then, and the feeling that he might just explode if he didn't.

And then, he remembered cumming.

The feeling was so intense that his whole body trembled in pleasure again, a moan escaping his lips as his mind faithfully played just how good it had felt and how much he had gotten himself lost in the overwhelming pleasure.

That alone would have been an unbearable pleasure if his mind was only focusing on that memory, but it wasn't. At the same time, dozens of other sessions were playing in his mind. Scenes of him cumming helplessly, of being hypnotized and turned into all kinds of things. Memories of Kenneth playing with his mind in different manners, always letting him know how submissive and helpless and controlled and mindless he was.

And it all ended up with cumming again, over and over, with moaning for him as his body melted in pure bliss and he could only think about how damn good it felt.

How many times? How many orgasms?

It was difficult to tell, as they were all entwined. But there had been many, many more times that he had thought there would be, and his body and mind were simply unable to process all the pleasure that those memories were making him re-live. The dam had collapsed, and now the water was running free and he couldn't stop it.

With a loud moan, his whole body shuddered and he began cumming helplessly all over his belly and chest, making a terrible mess with the drool that he'd already spilled over his body. The pleasure was immense and for a few seconds he forgot to even breathe, being only able to gasp for air after he had spurted his seed on his fur. His whole body felt tingly and hot and aroused, and the orgasm had been so intense that it had even brought him slightly up from the trance.

Not too much, though.

"Okay. Wake up now, Fosk."

But those words did.

It still took his mind a short while to understand what had happened. All the frozen confused thoughts and questions that had swirled silently through his mind were being brought back to life slowly, and the wolf tried to process them all in silence. At the same time, he was still trying to catch his breath. Kenneth, on the other hand, was still waiting for him to fully come back to his senses.

The first thing Fosk said was probably not what the tiger was expecting.

"Eight months!?" he exclaimed, raising his gaze to meet his eyes. "What the fuck, Kenneth!!??"

The white tiger couldn't help but laugh at that.

"Sorry! Was it too much? I thought you might like not being able to remember for such a long time."

"I do," Fosk answered, biting his lip. "But what about my normal life?"

"Well, that didn't change too much. You didn't forget about that, only about our sessions. You don't need to worry, little black wolf. I know what I'm doing."

"I hope you do," Fosk said, with a long sigh. He then had time to reflect about it all. "I... god. I loved it. The realization was..."

His words trailed off there.

"I knew you'd love it. I've been preparing this for a long time, too."

The black wolf blushed a bit, remembering the intense waves of pleasure he had felt when all those memories had come back to him at the same time. Meanwhile, he could also remember the helplessness of being unable to remember, which he found much more flustering.

"Yeah, you obviously have," he admitted, after a short while. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," the white tiger said, winking an eye.

"I should really clean myself, though..." the black wolf said, looking down at his body. "This... is a mess."

"Oh, I don't think you really need to worry about that."

Something about those words made Fosk suspicious that the white tiger was onto something. He looked up into his therapist's eyes, again.

"Why do you say that?" he asked.

"I'm just surprised you think I'm already done with you?" Kenneth replied, calmly.

"W-well... I... already came, so..."

"So you don't think you can cum again under my command?" the white tiger asked, raising an eyebrow.

Fosk gulped.

"I... n-no...?" the wolf answered, feeling embarrassed again.

Kenneth gave him a wolfish grin.

"Oh, my little black dog. Let me prove you wrong," he got close to him again and caressed one of his arms affectionately. "Light the fire."

Once again, Fosk felt the strange but pleasant feeling that something was clicking into place, but this time he wasn't certain what had happened exactly. He glanced around, trying to see if something had changed, but it didn't feel like the tiger had done a very specific thing to him. If he had triggered something - which he certainly had - Fosk didn't know what it was.

"What have you done?" he asked. He was feeling more curious than nervous at that point, and he knew that Kenneth would never do anything that would make him feel bad, so that helped him feel a bit calmer.

"You're about to see. In the meantime, I think I'm going to let you know" the tiger said, grabbing Fosk's chin and forcing him to look into his eyes as he licked one of his fangs "just how adorable you look when you're drooling, completely lost in trance and following aaaaaall my commands. Such a cute, obedient boy."

"Huh," Fosk groaned, shivering a bit. He could feel something now, specifically something between his legs, but he wasn't sure if it was caused by the therapist's words or just his own lust. In any case, he had just cum, so he shouldn't be feeling so aroused because of the tiger playing games with him. "I'm... glad to know I am..."

"Oh, you are. And I am. I love having complete control over you, my little drooly wolf," Kenneth said, caressing his cheek with his thumb, so slowly and lovingly that Fosk felt a chill run down his spine. "Are you feeling it yet?"

"I... I think so..." the wolf answered, gulping as he got lost in the eyes of the therapist. There was nothing hypnotizing about them, it was just that... he was really turned on. "Hmm... hmmff... I think I'm getting all pent up again..."

"Are you now? Let me check." Kenneth's eyes moved down for a millisecond and then came back up. He gave the black wolf a wide, toothy grin. "Ooooooh yes. You definitely are. Getting more and more aroused every second. Pretty hard down there."

"U-uh... how...?" Fosk asked. He could feel his mouth dry now, heart beating faster and faster as his body trembled with every word the tiger said, as if he was pouring sweet honey on his ears. "I shouldn't..."

"I guess you just... lighted the fire," the tiger said, with a wink. It was one of the sexiest things Fosk had ever seen. The more he looked at Kenneth's face, the less he could look away. He was just too handsome and attractive at that point. "Look at you, you're panting now. And I didn't even start properly teasing you yet."

That expert finger caressed his cheek again and Fosk shivered, letting out a soft moan. It was as if someone had sent electricity down his spine. He could feel his own hard member now, throbbing softly. How it had gotten hard again so soon, he couldn't tell and didn't mind.

He was too fascinated by the extremely hot-looking tiger in front of him.

"P-please..." he muttered.

"Please what, my adorable wolf?"

Fosk could feel the warmth all over his body, the tingling sensation of arousal taking over him as he basked on the vision of the white tiger in front of him.

"I... I... please, make me yours..." he whispered, shivering.

"Good. I will do just that. But first, I need you to kneel down."

The black wolf didn't need to be told twice. Even though he knew he wasn't hypnotized at that point, he simply followed Kenneth's command. Not because he was entranced, but because he felt so damn submissive and horny that he would do anything the therapist asked him to get some kind of gratification.

Kenneth chuckled softly, staring down at the pleading wolf right at his feet.

"Very good. You can feel the arousal building, right?"

"Y-yeah..." Fosk admitted, panting.

"And you can feel it getting stronger, hmm?"

"Yes..."

"And you feel as if you were about to explode in pleasure, isn't that right?"

"Hmmfff..."

"And you need to cum, don't you?"

"P-please..."

"Goooooood. Now, freeze."

It happened so quickly and unexpectedly that the black wolf couldn't see it coming. Suddenly, his body seemed to solidify, freezing in place just as he had been commanded to. He desperately tried to move one of his arms, to stand up in order to find a better position, but that freedom had been taken away now and he could simply stay in that position, kneeling right in front of the perfect white tiger.

And that situation was turning him on more and more, to the point that his arousal was now just impossible to ignore.

"Look at you. Such a perfect statue of a good, goooooood boy," the tiger said, patting his head lovingly as he licked one of his fangs again.

Fosk would never get tired of seeing him do that. That simple gesture made his arousal double, triple, quadruple... the black wolf couldn't tell for sure at that point. There was only one thing he could think at that point.

"You're so desperate to cum right now. In fact, the fire is still burning, isn't it? And it will burn even more intensely with every passing second. I want it to consume your thoughts. I want it to drive you crazy until you get your release", Kenneth added, still grinning. Fosk felt like he would have shivered, if he had been able to. "But you know, I'm going to let you earn that right. I want you to be patient. I'm going to leave you like this for... a long time, see how you manage it."

Fosk wanted to moan, to complain, to fight that silly spell that kept him completely stuck in place, but it wasn't possible. Instead, he kept staring at the white tiger as he chuckled, noticing his hopeless struggles.

"You see, I'd been thinking about a day," Kenneth explained, slowly. "But I think you can handle something a bit more extreme, don't you? What about a week?"

The black wolf desperately tried to fight back, but it was useless. He was feeling so horny that the simple idea of having to live with that for a few hours already made him feel dizzy with the implications.

"I see you have no complaints," Kenneth said, patting his head again. "Good. I'm going to leave you here now, then. Good luck with that, my adorable doggie."

Fosk made one last attempt to break free from the suggestion that kept him frozen, in vain. He could only stare ahead, eyes completely stuck in a particular spot as Kenneth left his field of vision. Then, the lights were switched off and the black wolf found himself trapped in absolute darkness, unable to move a single muscle. For a few seconds, his mind wandered in all kinds of different directions, as he freaked out a bit and then tried to calm himself. His arousal was so intense that it was a bit difficult to think, but he made a huge effort to focus on the important stuff.

For how long would he have to be like that? Was Kenneth serious about leaving there for a week? That couldn't be right. No matter how much Fosk liked it - he had written it on his list for a reason, after all - there were things he needed to do. How was he going to eat? How was he going to... well, do all the other things that kept his body functioning? He had to be joking. He had control over him, but there was no way he...

A wave of arousal washed over his body and his thoughts were redirected to memories of previous sessions and all the fetishes they had covered. Fosk had to make a huge effort not to think about that in detail, and tried instead to focus on something else. His throbbing member made it difficult, though, and he was still kneeling in that submissive, slightly embarrassing pose.

But that was because he was submissive. Kenneth had said so, he was controlled, and he had to do everything he told. And if he said he had to be there for a week...

Fosk would have groaned if he had been able to, but his body was still frozen. He could even feel the cold air entering his half-open mouth as he breathed in, then his warm breath coming out. He was still panting, but his breathing was slightly calmer now. The wolf decided it would be good to focus on something completely irrelevant to let time pass before Kenneth came back.

He decided to count his breaths.

For the first hours, it barely worked. He would reach one thousand at most before another wave of pleasure came washing over his body and plunged him into the memories of previous sessions and his helpless submissive feelings. Sometimes he could only make it to ten. It was pathetic, in a way, but at least it relieved the tension that he was feeling and kept him away from the overwhelming arousal.

He wanted to cum so bad. He needed to cum. He...

One. Two. Three. Fosk began counting his breaths again, trying to remain calm. He thought that it was a stupid mechanism to stay focused and that if someone had done that before him - which, after having known that so many fetishists visited Kenneth, sounded rather plausible - it must have been completely unhelpful. At least he didn't have any goal to reach. He was just counting for his own sake.

How many hours had gone by? It felt like almost a day now. His whole body hurt just a bit and he was slightly cold, yet not in an unpleasant way. His member kept pulsing and hard and there was no way he could get the release he craved soon. Fosk knew that much. The tingling warmth all through his body kept him comfortable, but the wolf wasn't sure for how long that would continue.

A week. Kenneth had said so. And he would obey. He was hypnotized after all.

Wait. Was he? Fosk couldn't remember now if the white tiger had left him in trance before going out. In fact, he wasn't even sure if the trigger he had used to make him feel so horny and submissive had other side effects, like putting him in a shallow trance. Was it that? Was he hypnotized?

He couldn't know.

But he wished he was. Being hypnotized felt so good after all. He'd been hypnotized so many times before, and Kenneth had controlled him as if he was just a puppet, and it had felt amazing, and...

One. Two. Three. It was terribly difficult now to try to break away from those thoughts.

And time kept passing by, so slowly that it was killing him. Many times, Fosk tried to move his arms to jerk himself off, to no avail. It wasn't surprising that Kenneth had made such a good job with that trigger. Whenever he had planted it on him, he had certainly reinforced it in such a manner that he wouldn't be able to escape, no matter how desperate he was.

That thought turned him on so much.

He tried to fight the aroused thoughts again, but he decided it was not worth it. He was stuck there, kneeling and frozen, no matter what he was thinking about. And the arousal kept on building up. Kenneth had made it so that he wouldn't have other choice but think about how much that turned him on. It was inevitable. And besides, it felt good to let himself get lost in the memories of what he'd done to him. It felt good to give in and stop fighting the inevitable.

For the next hours, his hard member was throbbing helplessly as he played all those scenes in his mind. And it was awful. He needed to cum so bad. He needed Kenneth to come back and help him cum. He needed it now, and the stupid tiger wasn't coming, and he hated it, but he loved it.

Where was he anyway? Tending to other clients? Probably not. Fosk had known from the beginning that the relationship between he and his therapist was special. The tiger cared about him much more than any other subject. Right? So why wasn't he coming back? Why wouldn't he give him the orgasm he needed? Had he forgotten about him?

Those frantic thoughts got washed away by a new wave of arousal. Of course he hadn't. He would come back and make him cum. And it would feel amazing. Fosk could almost imagine it. He felt as if he was just about to cum there, caressing the edge, but in the end he didn't. It happened again, several times.

After the two first days, it was a constant. He was always in that state, about to cum, but being unable to. His thoughts had reduced to a horny mess in which he could only articulate simple ideas about how much he would love to cum, or how much he liked being hypnotized, or how much he adored Kenneth. Whenever he weakly tried to think about how it had been living without knowing the tiger, he simply couldn't. In fact, life seemed to not have existed before he was in that state. He couldn't remember life without being that terribly aroused. Had he always been like that?

After the fourth day, things began to blur a bit more. His thoughts were confused and tired. At some point, he tried to remember who he was, but he couldn't. He wasn't sure where that information had gone, but it was simply unreachable. He thought he had known in the past, but he soon forgot about that too. There was a blank space there and it was filled by how much he wanted to cum. However, not thinking about himself let him think about Kenneth, who he hadn't forgotten at all. In fact, the more he thought about him, the more he adored him.

He dreamed, barely aware of anything, of the time when the tiger would come and let him reach the wonderful orgasm.

But in the last days, he forgot about that too.

He didn't know what was going on. He didn't know when that had started, or if it had even started at some point. The idea of it ending was blurred too, and it soon vanished. It wouldn't end. Why would it? That was the natural state of things. That was all there was.

He was horny. He was obedient. He was waiting. He was kneeling. He was frozen.

Time was meaningless.

He didn't react when lights turned on. He didn't react when he vaguely heard steps coming closer. He didn't even shudder when a strong paw fell on his head possessively.

"Cum."

But when he heard that word, everything seemed to fade into white. The world melted down as his body regained control of itself, and he let out one of the loudest moans he'd ever imagined being possible of letting out. Immediately afterwards, he could feel the arousal flooding out of his body as he came again, convulsing on his knees as the intense, overwhelming pleasure threatened to make him pass out.

"F... fuck..." he managed to say, once he caught his breath again. "Oh my god..."

His eyes blinked, trying to adjust to the intense lights. He was still a bit disoriented, and for some reason, it was difficult to put his thoughts in order. His fur was so dirty and messy at that point that he couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed, but the still reigning afterglow washed away any reason to feel ashamed. It had felt good. Really good.

"Did you enjoy that, my little wolf?" Kenneth asked, walking around him and sitting on the corner of his desk again.

Fosk still found it difficult to breathe. It was then when a realization came to his mind.

"W-wait..." he said, his eyes opening wide. "Y-you..."

"Exactly," the white tiger grinned, guessing what the wolf was thinking about. "You didn't think I was going to let you here, on your own, for a whole week, right?"

"B-but..." Fosk complained, still confused. "It felt so real! And so, SO long!!"

"I've been training that adorable mind of yours for a while now," Kenneth explained, softly. "We had problems with memory play at first, but you've really come a long way. I wanted to push it to the limit today, though. So I decided to first make you realize it's been a long, long time when you thought it had only been a week. And then, to see if you were capable, I did the opposite - making you believe you've been here for a whole week when it's been just a couple seconds."

"A couple seconds!?" Fosk exclaimed, fighting the urge to stand up. "But... but that's impossible! I was thinking all kinds of things during that time! I was... I couldn't possibly think all of that in such a short time!"

"Oh, did I forget to mention? Your mind isn't only adorable. It's fascinating, too," the white tiger said, winking an eye. Fosk blushed a bit. "I'm really curious as to what your mind might have been going through in that time, but there's something more important to think about right now. Two is a terrible number after all."

"What do you... Oh." The black wolf gulped, looking up at the white tiger. "But I'm all covered in... cum and..."

"And still, you would like to cum again, right?" Kenneth asked, gently. It wasn't a suggestion now. He wasn't using the control he had over the wolf. It was just a stated fact.

He simply knew Fosk that much.

"Well, yeah, but..." the black wolf began, a bit flustered.

"No, no. I already said two is a terrible number. I want three," the white tiger's eyes gleamed playfully as he raised his three fingers. As if Fosk needed the visual indicator to understand. "And you want it too, I can see it. So let me take charge of the situation for you, okay?"

Fosk opened his mouth and was about to say something, but closed it again after a few seconds.

"Alright," he said, smiling nervously. "Do what you must."

"Oh, no. You're the one that's going to do what you must," Kenneth explained, grinning widely. "What must you do?"

Once again, Fosk's mind thought of an answer but his mouth let out different words.

"I must obey," he replied.

It happened so naturally that he felt a chill run down his spine. He liked that. Too much for his own good.

"I must obey," he repeated then. That surprised him, but it still felt good. "I must obey."

"That's good," the white tiger said, with a smile. "You seem to like that a lot. You've repeated it so many times by now."

"I must obey. I must obey. I must obey."

Fosk tried to stop it, but it was impossible. It was as if he was looking at a different version of himself, performing for the therapist without control, and no matter how hard he tried to stop it, it simply wouldn't. But it also felt good.

His left paw twitched a bit.

"Heh, I see you're really getting into it. You should probably know by now what comes after that. Once the loop feels completely natural, you're going to start masturbating yourself until you cum. There's no stopping. There's no escape. It will simply happen."

Fosk knew Kenneth was right, but he was still surprised at how easily his paw rose from the ground and fell on his groin, beginning to stroke his wet, slightly sore member with his fingers. He would have moaned, but his mouth was busy repeating the same sentence over and over.

He had the feeling that wasn't the first time that had happened, but he couldn't tell for sure.

"I must obey. I must obey. I must obey."

"That's a good boy. I love it when I get to see you like that," Kenneth admitted. He stood up and proceeded to take off his pants, which surprised Fosk only to some extent. He wasn't sure if he had seen the tiger naked before, but it only made sense that after so many sessions they had enough confidence to do something like that.

Before he could think too much about it, Kenneth was fully naked in front of him, his own hard member throbbing a bit at the sight of the kneeling black wolf that couldn't stop himself from repeating his true purpose over and over.

"I must obey. I must obey. I must obey."

"Yes, that's exactly what you must do," Kenneth agreed, beginning to stroke his own cock slowly. It was obvious that he enjoyed having the wolf like that at his feet, completely lost in the repetitions. "That's what you've been programmed to do. And that's what you will do."

"I must obey. I must obey. I must obey."

Even though he was lost in the arousal and submission a scene like that made him feel, Fosk couldn't feel attracted to the tiger's genitalia. No matter how close they were, or how much he seemed to be enjoying himself, Kenneth's dick was completely irrelevant.

The one thing that was really turning the black wolf on - the thing that was completely making him crazy - was the fact that he was standing proudly right in front of him, in that dominating demeanor. Fosk was looking up, lost in the tiger's eyes once again - and he was displaying his control of the situation by simply allowing himself to masturbate together with his... pet? Slave? Toy? Fosk had the feeling that he had been labeled all those things in their past sessions.

It was the attitude, but it was the reality of the situation, too. Knowing that he couldn't do anything, that Kenneth was in control and that he was proving it by jerking off so casually, yet so firmly, too. Just because he wanted to.

"I must obey. I must obey. I must obey."

And those repetitions weren't really helping him not to get terribly horny again, either. It didn't take long for him to reach the edge again, and he began shuddering and sweating a bit, as his heart beat faster and faster. He never ceased to repeat the same sentence over and over.

"See, you're so lost in it already," Kenneth was saying at that moment. He was also panting a bit, stroking his member a bit faster now. "You'll get there every moment now. It's just a matter of seconds and you know that. You must obey."

"I must obey. I must obey. I must obey."

"And it doesn't matter that it's the third time today. It wouldn't matter if it was the tenth. You would simply follow and obey, because that's what you've been programmed to do. That's what you do."

"I must obey. I must obey. I... must obey."

"And when you cum this time, it will feel as amazing and it's felt the other times. Hmmf... in fact, it will feel twice as amazing, because you will realize just how deeply under my control you are," Kenneth gave the wolf a hungry look. "And you know that's how it is. You know that's how it's always been. You are under my control. You must obey."

"I musssst... obey. I must... a-aaaahh!!"

Fosk couldn't complete the sentence one more time before he abruptly reached orgasm and came a third time with a loud moan, the now slightly less dense seed dripping all over his messy black fur. This time, as soon as the black wolf stopped shuddering in pleasure and trying to catch his breath once again, he slowly slid to the floor, where he remained lying with his face up and panting heavily. He was obviously exhausted from all the attention he had received that day.

Kenneth hadn't finished yet, but he decided that wasn't his priority at the time. He swallowed his own arousal and tried to remain cool, crouching down the black wolf and caressing his head affectionately.

"See? I told you I could make you cum more than once today," he whispered.

Fosk chuckled, a bit nervous. His cheeks were red and his eyes were half-closed as he tried to calm himself down on the floor.

"How was it?" Kenneth asked him, raising an eyebrow.

"It was... great," he answered, honestly. "But please, don't do it another time. I'm not sure if I could take it."

The white tiger chuckled, petting his head.

"Sorry if it was too much," he said. "But this was a special occasion after all. I decided that I would only let you have the memories of your sessions back when I thought we had made significant progress."

Fosk had closed his eyes by then, but opened one to look at the therapist.

"So... does that mean we have?"

"Well..." Kenneth tried to find his words, glancing away. "To be honest, this is the first time I'm naked in front of you. I was worried that would put you in an uncomfortable situation. I know you don't like nudity."

"I don't, yeah. But it doesn't matter. Right now, I feel comfortable with you," the wolf said, smiling. "Besides, it's been eight months. You've already seen me naked a lot of times."

"Hmm yeah, I guess I have," Kenneth admitted, smiling back. "But... you know. We still haven't tried anything physical. And I don't think you'd like that."

Fosk held the tiger's gaze for a few seconds. Maybe it was his imagination but he could have sworn the therapist looked... disappointed? He tried to push those thoughts back to the corner of his mind. Of course he's not, he told himself. This is just your insecurities making it look that way. Kenneth doesn't want to do anything physical with you.

"So... I guess that means... there's no way you can help me?" Fosk asked, after a short while.

Kenneth didn't answer immediately.

"Well, I don't think I can make you like having anal or oral sex with others. At least, unless I force you to do it, and it seems obvious you wouldn't like that," he explained. "But... these days... I've been trying to make you more comfortable with the idea of having different kinds of sexual experiences that don't necessarily have to be what most guys understand as sex. Do you get what I mean?"

"Yeah," Fosk said. "You mean that you can't help me like that stuff, so you've been trying to help me find other things that I can do. Because those are things I like, but I had never dared doing before. Is that right?"

"Exactly." The white tiger caressed his patient's ears softly. He looked a bit worried for some reason. "So, in that sense, I guess you might be at some point within the asexual spectrum...? Who knows. Those definitions are changing constantly and I'm not an expert. I wouldn't want to misguide you by giving you a wrong label. I just guess..." He paused for a few seconds, frowning and trying to find a good way to say it. "You're just you. And you like what you like. There's no trauma, no terrible experience that is forcing you to dislike sex. That's just the way you are. And that's okay, so you don't need to change it. But I tried helping you find other things you can do."

"I see." Fosk was silent for a few seconds too, before saying, "But you did tell me this, right? When we started. You mentioned this was one of the possibilities."

"Yup. And at this point, I would say we've proven it right. Not only because you have resisted my naturally attractive charisma and physique," the white tiger said, going back to his playful attitude, "but because I can really tell you're not... interested. And you'll never be. And that's okay."

Fosk looked up into Kenneth's eyes once again. He could tell the tiger was sad for some reason, but he didn't really know why. Besides, it didn't look as if he was simply going to tell him. The therapist was trying to hide it behind is usual cheerful mood, and the black wolf knew it would be difficult to find out what was it exactly that was worrying him.

"Thanks," he said, then. "For... everything."

"You're welcome," the tiger said. His voice didn't tremble.

"And you know, I don't want to ruin this moment," Fosk added, smiling a bit nervously, "but I should reaaaally take a shower."

"Oh, sure!" Kenneth said, standing up and looking a bit embarrassed for a second. "Sorry. You already know the way, don't you?"

"Do I?" Fosk asked playfully, taking the tiger's paw in order to stand up. He looked down at his fur and realized there was no time for that. "Oh, okay. I'll be right back."

"No worries. Take your time," Kenneth answered, still smiling. "I don't have any other appointments today, so you can enjoy your shower for as long as you need."

"Thank you," Fosk said, clumsily moving towards the bathroom as he tried really hard not to get anything dirty. His fur felt, looked and smelled terrible and he didn't want to have that pastiche of fluids on his body for any longer than strictly necessary.

He found his way to the bathroom, feeling the white tiger's gaze as it followed his steps, and got into the shower. The stream of hot water made him let out a long sigh of relief and helped him get rid of all the tension that the three consecutive orgasm had put in his muscles. Fosk could smell Kenneth's shampoo and he smiled under the water. He had really gotten fond of that scent after all that time.

Eight months. Now that he'd gotten back his memories, he realized how much time that was. They had been through a lot of sessions, a lot of kinks and a lot of conversations.

They had drunk together so, so many cups of coffee.

Fosk found it hard to believe that he could have simply forgotten about that. He liked those memories. He cherished them, even. For a long time, those sessions had been all he'd been waiting for throughout the week. When he had been at his job, all he could think about was how much he wanted Sunday to finally come so that he could go to his sessions with Kenneth. They had been some kind of oasis from his daily life. Since the day he had arrived at the therapist's door with his fur soaked - just like now - all they'd done, all they'd talked about, had finally brought them to that point.

It was then when Fosk realized why he'd seen that sad gleam on Kenneth's eyes and he shuddered as a blue shade took over his thoughts. He could understand now.

He wasn't ready for a last cup of coffee either.

When the black wolf came back to the room, Kenneth was waiting on the corner of his desk, legs crossed. He raised his gaze when he crossed the door and gave him a faint smile.

"Glad to know you found the bathroom. It would have been a bit awkward if that memory hadn't come back to you," he said, jokingly.

He then offered him a cup of coffee, as usual, and Fosk took it before sitting back on the couch. He took a sip at the coffee and thought it was as good as usual. Kenneth didn't speak for a few minutes, and neither did he. But the silence wasn't completely uncomfortable. In a way, both knew the reasons behind it and that made it legit.

"So," the black wolf said, gathering the courage to break the silence. Someone had to say it. "Does this mean... we've finished?"

It took Kenneth a few seconds to answer.

"Only... only if you want to," he said. He wasn't smiling then. "I mean, I realize that you... well, you like me. And I like you, too. Just like I said on our second day."

"Yeah, you said that," Fosk remembered, smiling. He took another sip at his coffee. "Wasn't it difficult to... work with me like that?"

"... oh!" Kenneth seemed a bit surprised by that question. "Not at all, not at all. It was just..."

Fosk waited for the white tiger to finish the sentence but it took him a long while to pick it up where he'd left it.

"... it's just that I don't want this to end, I guess," Kenneth admitted, tilting his head.

"I don't want it to end either," Fosk reassured him. "But I'm sure you already knew that."

"Well, not really. I mean. I can't read your mind, silly wolf. Just bend it to my will," he joked, winking an eye.

"Pffft..."

"Yeah, I know. That was terrible. Sorry," Kenneth said, smiling.

Yes, it was terrible, Fosk thought, as he drank from his cup one more time. But I liked it.

"You know, I could keep coming," he said, after a while. "I mean, I know you can't really help me anymore. But if you want..."

"I do," Kenneth interrupted him. He actually looked a bit anxious.

"Well, then I guess it's alright," Fosk said, shrugging. He stood up and gave the white tiger an empty cup of coffee.

The tiger left it by his side on the table.

"I've never done that," he admitted. "I've never kept on seeing one of my clients after we've finished the treatment... I'm guessing I'd need to charge you only the half of what you've been paying these months."

"Excuse me?"

"Just kidding! I won't charge you for that," the tiger said, chuckling. "So, you don't mind coming back again? Even if it's just to have a few sessions of hypno-teasing with your absolutely non-professional therapist?"

"Oh, god. You should know I love having sessions of hypno-teasing with my absolutely non-professional therapist," Fosk answered. "You could say I would even pay for that."

Kenneth chuckled again.

"Good! Good. I'm glad to know that."

Fosk rubbed the back of his head, still smiling. His fur was still slightly damp from the shower.

"Then maybe we could discuss it later over our messages. I should really be leaving now, this session has been way too long."

"I told you," Kenneth insisted. "You can stay here for as long as you need, the rest of my evening is free."

"I'd love to, but I have a few things to do tonight," Fosk answered, with an apologetic look. He could tell that Kenneth was resisting the urge to ask him what those things were, as if he didn't really believe it was true. "There's a few files I should get ready for work and I've been delaying them for too long."

"Oh... okay," Kenneth said. He looked a bit disappointed again, but he gave him a warm smile as they both walked towards the door. "It's been good being your therapist, Fosk."

"It's been good being your patient, Dr. Shimmel," Fosk replied, smiling back. "And it will be nice to see how you are when you're not a therapist, Kenneth. I'm curious."

"Yeah, I'm curious too," Kenneth replied. He didn't seem to be joking. "Goodbye, Fosk."

At that moment, something strange happened. The black wolf was already opening the door when he had a short, tiny moment of hesitation, and he left the door half-open. After a few seconds, he noticed he hadn't said goodbye to Kenneth in any way and that he was giving a terrible impression, so he turned back to apologize and say goodbye like a normal person would. And then he noticed the white tiger was really close to him. He shuddered a bit, feeling a bit flustered and looking for a joke to say. But he had no time.

Before he could think of anything to say, Kenneth's muzzle narrowed the distance that separated him from the black wolf. And then, they kissed.

Fosk hadn't been expecting that, but he found himself reacting as if he'd really wanted to do it for a long time. The crazy thought that it could be some kind of hypnotic suggestion crossed his mind, but he quickly disregarded it. No, he had liked Kenneth from the very first day. It looked almost impossible that, after having done so much kinky stuff together, they hadn't shared a kiss yet.

But there they were. And the kiss felt better than anything they had done before. Not because it was too arousing or hot. Kenneth was definitely a good kisser, and Fosk had learned a few things with his ex, so they were both playing at a high level, but that wasn't even important. There was some kind of warmth that made that moment special, right inside the white wolf's chest. He could easily recognize what it was, because he'd been there before.

And he knew that was better than his wildest sexual fantasy.

When they broke the kiss, Kenneth stared into Fosk's eyes for a long time. It had been months since the last time the wolf had thought about how beautiful the eyes of the tiger were.

"I'm... sorry," Kenneth said, clearing his throat, after a long silence.

"No, it's okay," Fosk reassured him. "I liked it."

Kenneth blushed and, for some reason, the black wolf thought that wasn't a very common occurrence.

"Yeah, I liked it a lot too," the therapist said, smiling.

"Look, I... I would love to stay," Fosk added then, feeling a bit guilty for breaking the magic. "But I really need to go. I promise it's not an excuse. I do have a lot of work to do."

"No worries. I understand," Kenneth answered. The black wolf could tell that he was being honest now.

"But I'll come back and then maybe we can... talk about this and... kiss... more? If you want," Fosk offered, stuttering a bit.

Kenneth caressed his cheek affectionately and the black wolf shivered.

"I would love that," the tiger said, lovingly. His eyes are so beautiful, Fosk thought, getting lost in the pure blue.

But he was getting distracted again.

"Good. I'm going to leave now, before any of us gets... affectionate again," the wolf said, chuckling softly. He realized then he'd been blushing for a long time. "Goodbye, Kenneth."

"Bye, Fosk. Hope to see you soon."

"Yeah... Me too."

When the black wolf closed the door behind his back, he took a few seconds to process everything that had happened and tried to put his thoughts in order.

He had kissed Kenneth.

If he had told himself that was going to be the outcome of Sophia's meddling on his sexual life, he would have never believed it. Of course he had liked the white tiger from the very first day he had seen him - he was really good-looking, after all - but he had never really believed anything like that could happen between them. His cheeks were warm, his heart was beating fast and he had that kind of tingly sensation all over his body that he had already experienced before in his life.

Damn, the white wolf told himself, as he gave a long look at his reflection on the elevator's mirror. I'm in love again.

Yes, look at him. He can't resist if you say the right words. He's your little obedient wolf, ready to do whatever you want. Look at him so drooly and submissive. Such a mindless boy to play with. All ready to fall for your inductions and triggers, and tricky shenanigans.

And it doesn't even matter that he wants you to put him under his control. He wouldn't be able to fight it even if he tried. You could control him so easily if you only wanted. He'd be yours. Completely yours.

To do as you wish. To follow every single word. Even those things that he says he doesn't wa-

He's so cute. Drooling like that and with that blank expression on his face as he paws himself. He loves being hypnotized just like that. He's such a horny boy at heart, even though he doesn't realize it. Such a kinky puppet.

And even if he wasn't hypnotized, he'd just give you that fascinated look he always has when he's around you. He likes you so much. He feels so attracted and submissive when he's in the same room with you. He's so in love with you and the good thing is that you know that.

Make him yours. See if you can force him to-

But playing with him is so rewarding. Pushing all those buttons, making him fall in so many different ways. You don't even need to touch him. You don't even need to touch him. You don't even need to touch him.

Don't touch him.

He wouldn't like that. He definitely wouldn't like that.

But who cares??? He's yours to do as you please. When his tongue is lolling out and he doesn't even know his name, do you think he can think whether the stuff you're making him do is on his stupid list or not? He doesn't even know there's a list. His mind is hazy and so lost at that point. You've made sure that's how it is. He just does what you tell him because he wants to obey, and he wants to be a good boy, and he wants to be yours.

So make him yours. Make him yours and take whatever little freedom he has left. Make him yours and show him how deeply controlled he is. Make him yours, make him yours, make him...

"... m-mine..." Kenneth groaned, closing his eyes and shuddering as his warm seed began spurting from his hard, erect member. The orgasm was so pleasant that he almost moaned a bit louder than he would have liked, but he managed to control himself in the end. He kept stroking his balls with one paw as he enjoyed the last seconds of the orgasm and then let out a long, satisfied sigh. It had been so good.

He cleaned himself quickly and clumsily, and then collapsed on bed as he tried to calm his breathing. The white tiger closed his eyes, still feeling tingly and warm with the pleasure. The darkness in the room wouldn't let anyone see his naked body resting against the white, clean sheets. But he was happy.

In the deep mists of the afterglow, and thinking of Fosk, Kenneth grinned.

And felt a bit scared of himself.