All Chapters of Special Treatment for a Hopeless Addict: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

"Honey, I... I can't take it anymore. I'm burning up."We were stuck in traffic on the way to see the doctor, the red light ahead bringing everything to a standstill. I sat in the passenger seat, my legs crossing unconsciously. My face was flushed, my breathing ragged.I looked at my husband, Derek Sutton, beside me with pleading eyes, my chest heaving.I had no idea when this condition started, but whenever it hit, the need became unbearable. I'd even had to slip away to the restroom during work hours just to get some relief.It got to the point where Derek dreaded seeing me like this."Christ, not again. I'm driving, for God's sake," Derek muttered, his eyes flashing with disgust when he glanced at me.I felt a pang of hurt, but I knew he couldn't help me right now. I started rummaging desperately through the glove compartment. My fingers finally closed around a small vibrator.I pulled it out like I'd found treasure, my eyes lighting up with relief. I brought it to my lips an

What were the odds? This man was the doctor Derek found for me, and it seemed that they were old friends.That meant he'd seen everything in the car. What must he think of me?Shame crashed over me like a wave. I grabbed Derek's hand instinctively, but he was already heading for the door with barely concealed impatience."I brought you here to get help. Stop making a fuss. I'll wait outside."He flashed the therapist a smile before leaving. Panic rose in my chest.How could Derek just trust him like this? He was leaving his wife alone in a room with a strange man, and he wasn't even worried?Once the door closed, I realized the soundproofing in this office was exceptional. I couldn't hear anything from outside.There was only the ticking of the wall clock and a faint trickling sound, like running water. Something about it felt familiar, but I couldn't place where I'd heard it before."Ms. Lester, please have a seat."Caleb Walden gestured to the couch. I sat down, and he took

By the time dusk fell, Caleb finally released me, satisfied.Despite the physically demanding afternoon, Caleb looked completely composed as he got dressed. He grabbed a pack of wet wipes from the desk and tossed them to me."Clean yourself up."My brain was still flooded with pleasure, my body still tingling with aftershocks. My fingers trembled so badly that I could barely hold the wipes.The entire office smelled of what we'd done. I could see damp spots on the couch and floor that hadn't dried yet, evidence of how intensely I'd lost control.After about five minutes, I managed to make myself somewhat presentable.My clothes were wrinkled but wearable. My stockings were ruined, so I threw them in the trash. My underwear was soaked through. I helplessly took them off and discarded them as well.When I stepped out, I found Caleb and Derek already deep in conversation.My heart lurched. I wanted to rush forward, but my legs were too weak. I could only approach slowly."...Your

That entire day was pure torture.The moment I got off work at five, I rushed to Caleb's office. I was desperate for him, practically out of my mind with need.He kept me there for over three hours, using me thoroughly. Afterward, the fire inside me finally dimmed.He tossed me a pack of wipes to clean myself up again.Then, his phone rang, and he stepped out. I got dressed, ready to leave, when I noticed something on his computer screen. It looked like a medical report.My eyesight was excellent. I could clearly see my name at the top. Something compelled me to take a closer look.The moment I read the contents, my eyes widened in shock. My entire body started trembling uncontrollably.This wasn't a treatment report. It was an experiment log.It stated clearly that I'd had no mental illness when this started. Through systematic psychological manipulation, I'd been conditioned to believe I had a sex addiction.The notes detailed how effective the conditioning had been. In just