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Author's Note: This is the first part of what could be an ongoing series, depending on if there's an interest posted in the comments section. Thanks, and enjoy!
Dr. Heather Briggs checked in her office about a half-hour earlier than normal and reviewed her case files for the day. There were three appointments scheduled. A certified psychiatrist and counselor, Dr. Briggs was a firm believer of Freudian theory but balanced that foundation with new ideas and perspectives on counseling her patients. After reviewing each case file in depth, Dr. Briggs wrote down some notes and prepared herself for what would certainly be a busy, but undoubtedly interesting, work day.
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First appointment: 9 AM.
Kim arrived on time and at first glance, no one would ever guess that she had relationship issues. She came from a great family with two down-to-earth parents who loved, cared, and nurtured her throughout her life. Kim was no movie-star in appearance, but was attractive in her own right with a slender frame, long light brown hair that went to about her shoulders, blue eyes, and pleasant demeanor. Kim was no shut-in, either, having a wide array of interests such as music, theater, and science-fiction in all forms. Yet, she was cycling through would-be boyfriends to where it was becoming pointless, with none of them lasting beyond a third date. For one reason or another, Kim had a hard time seeking physical intimacy of any kind beyond a hug. After a couple years of this, Kim was starting to get depressed and at the insistence of her best friend and parents, she agreed to see a counselor.
In typical Freudian fashion, Kim laid down on the large, soft psychiatrist's couch while Dr. Briggs sat patiently nearby with her clipboard and tape recorder going as a reference. From there, the session began.
"How're you feeling?" asked Dr. Briggs.
"Not bad," answered Kim. "I had a really nice visit with my folks over the weekend. They drove up and we saw a movie together and had a nice dinner afterwards. My Dad's really enjoying retirement. He gets to spend more time with the horses than ever before."
"That's great," said Dr. Briggs. "So, did you bring your journal about your dreams?"
"I did, but I don't need to refer to it this time," replied Kim. "The dreams I had were so vivid and powerful, I still remember them as if it was my favorite movie or something, even though they happened weeks ago."
"How many of them are there?" asked Dr. Briggs.
"Three." Kim answered.
"Okay, take your time," said Dr. Briggs. "Start at whichever one you want and we'll go from there."
"Well, in my first dream, I'm in India, I think, because of the way the room design was," started Kim. "Which is weird, because I've never been there before. I'm in what looked like a British plantation of some kind, and I've just emerged from a private pool, and I'm a bikini, which is even weirder, because I've never worn one."
Dr. Briggs momentarily took a quick glimpse at Kim. Given Kim's slender frame, Dr. Briggs assessed that she'd actually look okay wearing one at the pool and wished that her neighbor who was morbidly obese didn't.
"Anyway, I get out of the pool, and I see Hindi servants tending to the grounds of my plantation in the distance. I'm drying myself off with a towel and retire upstairs to my master bedroom. When I get there, though, a giant python of some kind slithers up behind me and grabbed me. Well, grabbed me in the sense that he wrapped himself around me and trapped me in his coils. It was HUGE...like a live action version of the snake Kaa from Disney's 'The Jungle Book' film," continued Kim. "I remember feeling like I was being squeezed by muscular arms throughout my body as I fell over. The next thing I knew, I was on my back struggling to get free from all of these coils. I felt like I was being crushed all over by body! My arms were trapped at my sides, and my legs were pinned together...I think the only thing that wasn't wrapped in the snake's coils was my feet and me from the neck up. I remember feeling tingly on my fingers and toes, but not in a good way."
"What happened next?" Dr. Briggs asked.
"I was fighting for my life, it seemed. I remember trying to scream, but I couldn't breathe and could only let out shallow breaths as the snake squeezed tighter and tighter. And then..." added Kim, abruptly stopping.
"Then...?" inquired Dr. Briggs.
"Things got kind of...kinky," admitted Kim, blushing slightly.
"Kinky?" Dr. Briggs said, her left eyebrow perking up slightly with curiosity.
"I was trapped in the coils of a giant python in my dream. A giant boa constrictor, in fact. I thought he was going to kill me and I guess eat me afterwards, but he didn't. At some point he had me all tied up in his coils so I was helpless and couldn't move, but then stopped squeezing . I then felt something pointy slithering into my crotch and underneath my bikini bottom: his tail. At first it felt like his tail was teasing my clit, and then I felt him thrust it inside me."
"And then?"
"I woke up," answered Kim, blushing even more when she finished. "I was breathing really heavy, like I ran a race or something, and my panties, well...um...they were really wet from me being aroused..."
"It's all right," said Dr. Briggs, keeping her professional yet calming tone. "Why don't you tell me about your second dream?"
"Okay," started Kim. "In this dream, I'm in my grandparents' old attic, cleaning it up. I'm just in a pair of gray cotton shorts, an old white t-shirt, and flip-flops. It had an old wooden floor, so I was mopping it up first before using wood wax finish on it. While I'm mopping, I heard what sounded like giggling from behind the various trunks, boxes, and racks of clothes my grandparents kept. I put everything down and start looking around a bit. All of a sudden, little men dressed like garden gnomes rush out of everywhere! Before I could scream, they stuff a sock in my mouth to gag me. There must've been like six or seven of them, about three feet tall each. They wrestled me down onto the floor and a couple of them start snipping apart my t-shirt and shorts, pulling it apart to where I'm only in my bra and panties. I tried fighting them off, but they forced me onto my stomach and basically sat on my, pinning me down. I remember them grabbing my arms and forcing them behind my back and they tied my hands together at my wrists with clothesline rope. They then sat me up and starting wrapping ropes around me to bind my arms to my chest; they were like dancing around the May pole only instead of ribbons, they were using ropes to tie me up. They then picked me up and carried me to an old bed in the attic, where they tossed me onto it and spread my legs. Four of them were straddled on top me to pin me down, because I remember fighting and kicking as hard as I could but couldn't get free. The other two or three grabbed my ankles and tied each of them to a bed post, forcing my legs to remain spread."
"What happened next?" asked Dr. Briggs, listening intently.
"It was all a blur at first, but I remember all these ropes being thrown across my body, strapping my upper torso to the bed. I was kicking and struggling to get free, but the ropes were so tight. One of those creepy men then got himself onto the bed, and positioned himself between my legs. I kicked even harder than before, but I couldn't get my ankles free. He then slowly slid off my panties and starting going down on me with his tongue. I was finally able to spit out that old sock stuffed in my mouth, only I didn't scream for help...I started moaning...as if I wanted more."
"And then?"
"And then I woke, feeling the same way as I did when I woke up after the other dream, only this time, when I went back to sleep, I was wishing that I would continue where I left off in the dream," explained Kim.
"Did you?"
"No," admitted Kim. "I slept like a rock until my alarm woke me up for work."
Dr. Briggs took a deep breath to collect her thoughts.
"Okay. Let's discuss the third dream," offered Dr. Briggs.
"Sure, but this one's even stranger," admitted Kim. "In this one, I'm in some type of fairy tale bedroom with a balcony and everything. I'm in balcony bathed in the full moonlight, wearing a lacy red negligee, with a red satin cape and hood. I turn and leave the balcony and enter the bedroom, where I see a handsome yet unusually hairy man laying in bed without a shirt and black Victorian trousers of some kind. He kind of looked like Hugh Jackman when he was in that 'Wolverine' movie and smiled at me seductively. I slowly walked over to him."
Dr. Briggs couldn't help but have a small smirk form on her face: erotic fairy tale dreams always interested her ever since she first studied Freud's theories.
"He then gets up slowly, kisses me, and slowly removed the red satin hood and cloak," continued Kim. "He then picked me up in his arms. Like a doofus, I said, 'my, what strong arms you have...' and he replies, 'the better to bring you to the bed, my dear...'. After he lays me down, he places my wrists above my head at first and then pulled a red silk scarf out, and then tied them tightly together before lashing them to the metal bed frame. I struggle a bit, and soon realize I can't get free as he gently takes each of my ankles and tied each of them to the bed posts at the base of the bed with more red silk scarves, keeping my legs bound and spread wide. I don't know why, but I then reply, 'my, what tight knots you tie...' as I struggle, unable to get free. He smiles mischievously at me, answering, 'the better to keep you bound my dear...' He then undresses and wow...his body is amazing...and straddles on top of me and rips apart my negligee like it was nothing. I struggle wildly, and just as he's about to kiss me...I wake up."
Dr. Briggs finished copying down the last of her observations, reflecting on the three powerful and equally unique dreams.
"Kim," started Dr. Briggs. "I think the root of your problem is control. From what you've told me about your parents, they've raised you to be a smart and independent woman. I think you've maybe taken it a bit too far without even knowing it, so much so that you're unwilling to give up some of that independence that happens in a relationship with another. Deep down inside, you want to surrender yourself to another, but consciously, the idea kind of frightens you, hence the dreams of you being captured but then becoming a willing participant."
"Are you saying that on my next date I need to be tied up in order to become intimate?" asked Kim.
"No, certainly not," answered Dr. Briggs. "Professionally, I can't endorse that kind of lifestyle, and I don't think that'd be healthy for you, either. I'm just saying that in being part of a relationship with another, you will have to surrender some of that independence, just as he will for you. For instance, you and your father have a good relationship, correct?"
"Yes, absolutely. He's my pal, my mentor...my protector," described Kim.
"Exactly," said Dr. Briggs. "In building that relationship with you as a parent, he gave up some of that independence he once had before when he was just your Mom's husband. Instead of going for a ride on his favorite horse whenever he wanted to, he was now giving you a lesson and keeping you safe when you rode the horse instead."
Kim smiled in acknowledged and in the enlightening epiphany. The two continued their conversation for the remainder of the session, which proved to be extremely helpful.
"Well, time's almost up. My receptionist will set you up with another counseling session, and we'll talk some more. Just remember to keep that dream journal," reminded Dr. Briggs.
"Absolutely," agreed Kim humorously. "Although if I keep having dreams like the ones I told you, I won't need one."
Dr. Briggs and Kim exchanged goodbyes and Dr. Briggs returned to her desk; her next appointment was due in soon.
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