Dr. White's Code of Sluts Ch. 03 Pt. 02

Dr. White treated this whole thing far more lightly than her patient did, the young woman almost choking on her words on how demeaning this whole thing was, how insane it was that women would subject themselves to this treatment, seemingly offended that such a thing would even exist. Dr. White heard her out patiently, but she pretty quickly surmised the truth of the matter. And a couple months later, thanks to some gentle nudging by the doctor, that brutal truth finally expressed itself.

Dr. White's patient finally accepted her place and appeared on the 'Worship the Goddess' Insta page, showing her inferior face and body to the world, a body that could not compare in the slightest to the Goddess. Her tiny little tits and bony ass did not match up in any way compared to the Goddess's massive tits and perfectly shaped ass. And the comment section let her know it, laughing at how pathetic she was, and how disgusting her body looked compared to perfection. There was one picture with her face next to the Goddess's ass, and every single comment made sure to tell her that they all found the Goddess's ass far more attractive. Dr. White even slipped in a few especially vicious comments of her own, but there were so many comments that her patient didn't even notice she'd done so. Her patient was in tears after subjecting herself to this, but more importantly, she was so, SO happy. She felt so freed by this rough yet bracing treatment, feeling a sense of stability in finally knowing her place. Freedom through humiliation.

She'd spent years trying to meet the societal standards of beauty, and through this brutal treatment she finally accepted that she was lesser, and that some women would always be better than her. Always prettier. Always sexier. Always more appealing to men. Some women would get to spend their lives having incredible sex with handsome, hung men. And some women would only be able to fantasize about such a thing. That was the difference between a goddess and a mere mortal.

Exposing herself to the world and enduring the bracing, vicious truth ended up being the best therapy possible, just as Dr. White stated it would be. She finally learned her place, and that her best life would involve embracing this truth, and to cede her personal needs for the sake of someone better. A goddess. Worshipping the Goddess would give her real purpose.

She'd been badmouthing the Goddess in all her previous discussions, but after meeting her, and being in her presence, worshipping the Goddess's perfect naked body and accepting her inferiority in all respects, she found herself speaking of her in an almost deferential tone, as if she truly was a goddess among mere mortals. She told the doctor she'd already scheduled a follow-up visit.

Dr. White contacted the Goddess during the process of this whole thing, and she too was impressed by what she saw. Meeting her on more of an even level compared to her patient, they were quickly speaking openly about their chosen fields, the Goddess was very interested in the work Dr. White was doing. Dr. White even flew out so they could talk in person at the Goddess's invitation. The doctor was impressed enough to bring her on as an outside consultant to aid her social media team in their work, and beyond payment, Dr. White assured her she'd send some broken wives the Goddess's way to experience her brand of therapy. And to make this deal official, the Goddess welcomed the doctor to join her in the fun on her end, Dr. White posing next to the Goddess, her face hidden from the camera to protect her privacy, standing on an equal plane, on level with the Goddess. And on her knees beneath them was the next woman in line for the Goddess's humiliation, accepting her place beneath not just one but two goddesses. This experience had Dr. White bouncing around ideas for some alternative treatments of her own... she was just as much of a goddess as the other woman was. Perhaps other women will start treating her that way in the future...

The last file on Dr. White stack was one from about six months prior. A mom came in concerned about how much sex her son was having, and how recklessly he was just giving it away to these girls. She'd dealt with dozens of cases exactly like this, often enough that she got bored taking the same old approach again and again, opting to mix it up from time-to-time. On this occasion, she found the mom rather interesting, a woman with potential despite her complaints. And on the opposite end, she found the son a rather obnoxious presence... handsome, and a fucking stud... but too cocky for her liking. Opting to take a creative solution to the matter, she utilized hypnotism, getting the son under her hypnotic holds without him even sensing it, installing triggers that would allow her to completely gain power over both his subconscious, and his very big, very powerful cock. That's right, Dr. White assumed control of the young man's cock, not allowing him to get any pleasure without her express permission. And again, he didn't even know it. But she didn't maintain this control for too long. She had other plans. Explaining to the mom what she'd done, she did so in a fake panic, saying that her hold over him wouldn't hold for long, and that this was the only chance they had. But the only way for this treatment to really work was if the mom took control over his cock and expressed control over it at all times. Initially shocked by this, she nonetheless responded to the panic in Dr. White's voice by reluctantly agreeing. It was all bullshit, of course... the hypnotic triggers were rock solid, but the point was to convince the mom to take control over her son's cock, which she agreed to do. Incest wasn't in the cards between them at first, but when she took the reigns over her hunky son's meaty prick, and started naturally testing the limits of that power... things descended to incest very quickly. Through it, the son learned a harsh lesson in discipline, and how reckless he'd been before. And the mom stopped complaining about all the sex her son was having... now that it was her he was having sex with. If she hadn't said it before, she'll say it again... Dr. White loved dealing with incest cases. Each one stood out to her, and she could spend all day thinking about them.

But she didn't have all day.

The doctor would often get carried away like this as she reminisced and reviewed old cases, but she was stirred from her crystal-clear memories of all these events by her phone buzzing. Regaining her bearings, a warm fuzzy feeling inside her, she returned to the present. Blinking away the image of her sitting on the file floor looking out the window to the big city, her eyes opened, revealing the fact that she was still sitting at her desk in her office.

She'd never left.

Dr. White always knew she had a strong memory. In school, whenever a teacher allowed for a notecard during a test, condensing all the relevant info into one place was enough to etch it into memory, enough so that she never needed to consult the card during the test. As the years went on, and her professional work only got more detailed, her work requiring more and more extensive notetaking, this skill of hers only sharpened. It was only until a few years prior that she realized she didn't need to consult her notes any more to recall details of her past cases, remembering everything with pretty much crystal clarity. Once she came to terms with this skill, she further honed it, reading about others with similar abilities, learning how to cultivate it and maximize what she could do with it.

Now... she had a mind palace.

A perfect recreation of her office, each big and small detail, the files, the notes therein, constructed in her mind. She could access it whenever she wanted. All she needed to do was close her eyes, and it was like she was there. It was so real she could practically feel it.

Every case she'd worked on, she could recall every vivid detail. If she'd ever looked into a file that was currently upstairs, it was filed into her memory. In fact, the files were probably better organized in her mind than they were in the room above, where her employees were bound to the occasional human error that Dr. White's mind rarely experienced.

The file room, its entrances, its specs, the statue constructed of wedding rings, and the vault... it was an exact match to how she just experienced them in her mind palace. She didn't need to go up there that often, but she liked to, finding the room rather calming. Plus, there were plenty of profiles that end up there without her knowing, so she liked to familiarize herself with all those new faces, committing them to memory.

It was the ultimate security precaution. The perfect alternative to a digital backup. If a catastrophic event happened to her offices... sure, some irreplaceable items would be lost, but the information... that would live on with her. As long as she was around, so too would her life's work, until the point it would be ready to be shared with the world. Then... it would live on forever.

But that's the forever... then there's the now.

She was reminded of the reason she was pulled out of her mind palace. A phone call. She was momentarily annoyed, but it was probably for the best.

She had work to do.

Knowing what the message would be regarding without even having to check it, she cleaned up, put her blazer back on, and grabbed her things. Feeling the cases she'd just reviewed slip back onto the well-organized shelves in her mind, she let thoughts of them linger on, hoping these memories would stir up some good ideas as to how to handle the Chad Bethel case.

And she hoped her team was working as hard as she was.

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(Two Weeks Later)

Dr. White was the one running late for the big meeting this time, as a patient kept her for a little longer than her allotted time. The patient, a sweet, gorgeous young woman from a conservative family trying to reckon with her sexuality despite everyone in her life trying to convince her to suppress them, was a bit of a challenge. 18 years old, and bursting with need, so kind and so sweet but so HORNY! This was the type of classic patient Dr. White went into this field to help. Based on her descriptions, the doctor diagnosed her pretty quickly as a young woman coming to terms with the fact that she was a lesbian. With the way she looked at some of the women around the office... the hunger in her eyes was obvious. Dr. White planned to keep things on the level and treat her as a good doctor would, guiding her slowly but surely to a place where she could fully admit to herself what her feelings were. But one of her interns, Kenzie, a gorgeous, confident, young woman who also happened to be an aggressive lesbian, had taken quite a shine towards the doc's patient. Hardworking and good at her job, Dr. White had been really impressed with Kenzie's work, so the doctor changed course and decided to gift her young patient to her very sexy, girl-loving intern. This would be a mutually beneficial scenario, as Kenzie would show her the ropes, and the patient would gain lots of much needed experience. And she wasn't gonna force her into anything she didn't want... she'd simply recommend Kenzie as a mentor for regular advice. Putting them together, she knew nature would take its course. Sparks would fly, no doubt, and the two women would inevitably end up in bed with each other. But this added wrinkle to the case meant more delicate care was required, hence her running a bit late. However, for a night that was truly going to be a long one, a few minutes wouldn't be a big deal.

For cases like the Renee/Chad case, ones that involved deep-pocketed clients, they would have all-hands-on-deck meetings about them. Due to the time required to hash out every detail of what would often be intricate schemes to pair two people off, these meetings would take place after the end of the working day. Dr. White often worked long hours, and her interns would try to keep up by following suit. But beyond closing up notes on patients of the day, the majority of after-hours work was devoted to their matchmaking work. With civilians out of the way, it was easier to get shit done by no longer keeping up the facade. With a bunch of sharp, wicked minds working out in the open with no restraints, some beautiful work could be done together. Usually, people would pick out their corners of the office to work, the office a bubble wherein they could bounce ideas around in an open, encouraging environment. But for meetings like this, they would be all together in the big meeting room. Most would start around the table, but eventually, things got less formal, people bouncing around ideas, pacing around the room, having side conversations, tossing a bouncy ball around, brainstorming in whatever way worked for them. With the kitchen typically closed for the night once the 9 to 5 workday was complete, Dr. White would order in food, like Chinese, or Pizza, or sushi. Getting the group to agree on any one thing was a nightmare, so Dr. White would be the sole vote to decide on group meals. The doctor was feeling like Chinese tonight, and she already had one of the newer interns set to take everyone's order when the time came.

As she walked into the meeting area, her interns and fellow doctors were all seated in place, awaiting her entrance. And as she moved around the table and settled into her seat, she looked up at the first page of the presentation the interns had cooked up, a PowerPoint compiling all their separate research. One of the younger interns took a sick pleasure out of making the best PowerPoints possible, so she was always the one collecting all the other interns' information for meetings like this. And Dr. White was already pleased by what she saw. The title slide was adorned with a picture of Chad, probably from a few years prior, a photo clearly taken at a party given the slightly dazed, drunken grin on his face. He had a handsome, boyish face, his mouth turned up in an impetuous grin. His smoothly shorn face added to his youthful appearance, as did his head of shaggy brown hair. Despite that, his hazel eyes possessed a level of depth and soulfulness that implied there might be more going on there beneath the surface.

But what a surface it was, so it was understandable for any woman to take a look at him and get... distracted. To not really give much mind to the depths of his character and think more about the things a young man like him could do to you. This picture showed him shirtless, putting himself on display. He was tall and lean. His chest was deliciously fit, his arms well-defined and muscular, and his neck had those muscles between it and his shoulders that indicated some real strength. Plus, his torso was shredded with abs so obscenely hot that the doctor just knew that at the stage this picture was taken, he probably relished any excuse to put them on display. That, and the deep-V pointing towards his crotch, drawing your eye to the only part of him covered with clothing in the picture, a pair of thin basketball shorts hanging from his waist, doing a poor job of hiding the fact that his cock was quite stiff when this photo was taken, putting on clear display that his manhood was very, VERY lengthy. Dr. White had the same reaction all the other women in the room did upon seeing this photo, specifically letting themselves admire what they were seeing for far longer than they should before proceeding to business.

There was a girl next to him in the photo, partially cropped out, a gorgeous young Asian woman dressed in very little. She grinned with devious intent, her fingers digging into his bare shoulder possessively in a manner that indicated she didn't intend to let him go until she got what she wanted. And given the shiny glittery coating on her large, fleshy breasts, and the fact that some of it had smeared onto Chad's bare chest communicated the fact that these two had already had a lot of close, intimate contact already. Dr. White surmised this was often the case. Girls, especially at that stage, probably were just throwing themselves at him. He didn't need to work to get sex. Sex came to him. And if all went well, Dr. White hoped that trend would continue.

The doctor smiled as she saw the text next to the picture on the first slide. His name, his social media handles, his email address, and even his phone number. This was a good start, having procured this information. Dr. White grinned as she gave a glance at Deandra, a silent gesture to proceed. Rising from her seat, her most trusted intern stood next to the projected presentation, ready to give the run down on their target.

"Okay, as we all know by now, this is obviously Chad Bethel," Deandra began, pointing at the picture. "By the way, this picture's from his sophomore year, at some frat party. Just keep that in mind for later." She paused and advanced to the next slide, showing a slightly younger Chad, in his high school graduation cap and gown, standing next to his parents. "He was born and raised in a small town just outside Des Moines, Iowa. His dad's a contractor, and his mother answers phones at a doctor's office. By all accounts, a quiet and humble upbringing. He was raised in the church, but neither him nor his family were exactly zealots. He had lots of friends. Was well known around town. And, of course, he was the high school quarterback. And even though he played for a small school, his play attracted enough attention to be recruited to USC as a 5-star recruit." Deandra advanced the presentation to the next slide, showing him in uniform on the football field, poised to throw the ball.

"His freshman year, he was supposed to be the backup to the fourth-year starter. They started 2-2, and then the starter got injured, so Chad came in to play. And the team took off!" Deandra stated. "Nine straight wins to win the conference. Led the team to a Rose Bowl victory over Ohio State. And he was the one who spurred this run. While he was extremely good, his play was, by all accounts, pretty wild." She advanced to the next slide, which contained a video of him on the field. She began to describe his style of play as the video illustrated it. "He was athletic, and instead of just hanging back and making the pass, he would run around and dodge tackles until he could make a play. He had a big arm, so he could throw way down the field with shocking precision. Only a few guys were ahead of him in terms of stats, but he was just incredibly exciting to watch on the field, so he got very popular nationwide, leading him to be the runner-up for the Heisman trophy, the award for the best college football player in the country."

"The next year, he did just as well, if not better," she continued. "Even with all the expectations weighing against him, he still succeeded. The defense couldn't stop him, his numbers were the best in the country, and he was a fluke loss to Oregon away from going undefeated. He was the best QB in college football. But again... he ended up the runner-up for the Heisman. The quarterback for the eventual champs ended up winning over him. It was a bit of a controversy, to be honest. The other QB was the classic pro-style quarterback, playing in the way you'd imagine a quarterback would play. Not the way Chad did, who improvised and shot from the hip and made things happen. This guy was the straight arrow, and Chad was the wild card. Additionally, he said all the right things, but our Chad... he would speak his mind. Refreshingly honest, refreshingly proud of himself, and willing to be brash. Most fans found this quality appealing, but the old fuddy-duddies bristled at this. This is the reason most suspect he didn't win the Heisman, that he just rubbed the old school football guys the wrong way. But what would come out afterwards was... he was starting to rub his own coaches the wrong way as well."