NOVEL WEB Chapter 64: Therapy
The Therapist's office smelled of oak and leather, the scent wafted over Kavitha in waves, but did little to calm her nerves.
She sat down on the plush leather couch, her hands fidgeting in her lap.
"Hello, Dr. Khan, what brings you here today?" asked Dr. Tatiana Petrov, in a thick but soothing Eastern European accent.
Kavitha took a deep breath, trying to steady herself.
"I've been having some... troubling dreams," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Dr. Petrov nodded, her expression calm and understanding.
"Would you like to tell me about them or write them down?" she asked gently.
"I've written them down," said Kavitha, pulling out a notebook her purse.
She handed it to Dr. Petrov, who took it and began to read.
Dr. Petrov let out a low whistle as she read through the graphic details of Kavitha's dreams of breaking bones and crushing skulls.
"Well, these are certainly vivid. How do you feel when you wake up from them?" she asked, taking down a few notes.
Kavitha sighed, her shoulders slumping.
"Aroused, excited, and then ashamed and frightened. I'm an orthopedic surgeon, doctor. I shouldn't be getting off on breaking bones and crushing skulls," she said, her voice trembling.
"Hmm, have you always had these kinds of thoughts and feelings?" asked Dr. Petrov, her pen scratching against the paper.
"No. It's been recent. Ever since I treated a patient for a fractured ulna that was caused by a sparring session accident," said Kavith.
"I'll need a bit more than that doctor, I know you can't violate patient confidentiality, but I can't help unless I know what triggered this," said Dr. Petrov.
"Um, have you heard of this fashion start-up called The Feminine Professional?" asked Kavitha hesitantly.
Dr. Petrov's eyes lit up with recognition.
"Yes, I'm actually a customer," she chuckled.
"Well, its parent company, Sirius Software has these security uniforms that integrate titanium armor. The patient in question had her arm broken by that armor," said Kavitha.
Dr. Petrov raised an eyebrow, intrigued.
"All right. For now, what we can do is have you practice some cognitive dissonance. These fantasies, extreme though they are, are not real. They are just that, fantasies," she said.
"Well, I guess, but I'm still conflicted about that and my medical oath," said Kavitha uncertainly.
"That's understandable, so whenever you see a patient, you will have to remind yourself of that, and not let impusles take over," said Dr. Petrov.
Kavitha nodded, feeling a little more at ease.
"Now, for your next session, I'd like you to bring that uniform which started this, I need to see it for myself," said Dr. Petrov.
"All right, doctor. I hope it will help," replied Kavitha, her cheeks flushing.
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"I can see why you'd have that kind of response," chuckled Dr. Petrov, as she ran her hands the black leather blazer and pencil skirt of Kavitha's security uniform, that was nestled in a bag. She looked at Kavitha suspiciously.
"You wear this don't you? If you're able to treat patients and not get the urge to shatter their bones while wearing this, then you don't have a problem," she said.
"Well, I suppose it's because I have a lab coat over it most of the time," said Kavitha, her cheeks flushing.
"Ah! I see! All right, doctor. Let's do an experiment," said Dr. Petrov, leading Kavitha to a padded room.
"For the first test, I want you to dress like you would normally do for work," she said, and locked Kavitha in the room.
With a shrug, Kavitha stripped down, and put on her uniform, first the pantyhose, then the black leather corset, the pencil skirt, and finally the blazer.
She finally pulled on her white lab coat, and waited for Dr. Petrov to let her out.
"All right, Kavitha, look in the mirror, and tell me what you see," said Dr. Petrov's voice over the intercom.
Kavitha looked in the mirror, and saw herself.
The white lab coat hid most of her uniform. She could see the black leather notched lapels of the blazer, but the large white lab coat covered the rest.
"I see me," she said uncertainly.
"Good, now I want you to take off the lab coat, while still looking in the mirror," said Dr. Petrov.
Kavitha nodded, and slowly unbuttoned the lab coat, letting it fall to the floor.
She stared at her reflection in the mirror, and her heart started to race.
The sleek black leather of her blazer and pencil skirt hugged her curves, with the white crosses on her shoulders being the only indications of her medical profession.
The corset cinched her waist and molded her into an hourglass figure.
The thigh-high boots encased and lengthened her legs, with the stiletto heels gleaming under the light.
She ran her hands over the leather, feeling the smoothness and firmness of it.
Her breath quickened, and she felt a familiar heat rising within her.
She instinctively clenched her fists, despite not wearing the gloves.
"I see myself as a source of power. The power to break a man! The power to crush bones and shatter skulls! Ugh! I see myself as a harbringer of pain!" she gasped, her expression growing hungry and predatory.
"Now, Kavitha, I want you to close your eyes and take a deep breath," said Dr. Petrov's voice, jolting her back to reality.
Kavitha shut her eyes, and drew deep ragged breaths, willing her pounding heart to calm down and her pussy to stop contracting.
"Now, I want you to imagine yourself in a hospital setting, treating a patient. Picture yourself in your lab coat, with the uniform underneath," said Dr. Petrov.
Kavitha nodded, her eyes still closed.
She imagined herself in the hospital, wearing her lab coat over her uniform.
She could see herself walking down the sterile white hallways, her heels clicking against the polished floor.
She imagined herself entering a patient's room, her lab coat billowing slightly as she moved.
She could see the patient lying in the bed, looking up at her with a mix of fear and hope.
Kavitha opened her eyes, and looked at her reflection again.
Her mental image shattered, and was replaced with the patient screaming in agony as she shattered his bones with her hands.
She bit her lip, enjoying the fantasy.
"Kavitha, focus," came Dr. Petrov's voice, breaking her reverie.
Kavitha shook her head, trying to clear the images from her mind.
She shut her eyes again, felt around for her lab coat, and clumsily put it back on.
With a final shuddering breath, she opened her eyes and looked in the mirror.
Relief, guilt, and shame washed over her as she saw herself in the lab coat again.
"I see myself as a doctor, a healer, not a monster," she said softly, tears welling up in her eyes.
The door to the padded room opened, and Dr. Petrov stepped in.
"I see the problem, Kavitha," she said, her voice gentle, as she enveloped Kavitha in a comforting hug.
"You have a strong desire to be powerful, and the uniform represents that power to you. But you also have a strong sense of duty and responsibility as a doctor," she continued.
Kavitha nodded, her tears flowing freely now.
"I don't want to hurt anyone, but I can't help these thoughts," she sobbed.
Dr. Petrov held her tightly, stroking her hair soothingly.
"It's okay, Kavitha. We can work through this together. You just need to find a balance between your desires and your responsibilities," she said softly.
Kavitha took a deep breath, feeling a little more at ease.
"Thank you, Dr. Petrov. I really appreciate your help," she said, her voice shaky but grateful.
Dr. Petrov smiled warmly.
"All right, Kavitha. Let's take this one step at a time. For starters, you always need to have your lab coat on when you're treating and seeing patients. That way, you can separate your fantasies from your duties," she said.
Kavitha nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over her.
"Yes, I can do that. I've been doing that anyway," she said.
"Good. Now, every morning in the safety and privacy of your home, you can experiment with wearing just the uniform, and get yourself desensitized to the impulses. Can you do that?" asked Dr. Petrov.
"I'm not sure," said Kavitha hesitantly.
"Well, you can try with somebody you trust, who is also wearing the uniform. That way, you can both help each other," said Dr. Petrov.
Kavitha thought for a moment, and then nodded.
"I... I think I can do that," she said, her voice steadier now.
"Good. And I want you to keep a journal of your thoughts and feelings, so we can track your progress," said Dr. Petrov.
Kavitha nodded, feeling a sense of hope for the first time in a while.
"Thank you, Dr. Petrov. I really appreciate your help," she said, her voice sincere.
Dr. Petrov smiled warmly.
"You're welcome, Kavitha. I'll see you next week," she said, as Kavitha changed out of her uniform and back into her regular clothes.