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The Therapist Ch. 01

By: sm8100



It was never my idea to start seeing a therapist rather it was my older sister, Sarah who made the suggestion to me. She even went as far as recommending someone she had heard was very good with "my type". Feeling somewhat despondent after my recent break up with my long time girlfriend I guess she took notice of my subtle but noticeable withdrawal from my usual interests and activities. Sarah was always very perceptive, smart, and I always looked up to her. Sure, I'd had some therapy earlier in my life but, then again, who hasn't? I took her up on the suggestion and recommendation and made an appointment. 

So, I began a series of every other week sessions with a very nice therapist who was probably in her mid thirties with a somewhat new and not yet established practice who was named Julia. In the beginning we discussed a number of aspects of my life including my job and career, personality traits that I wished to strengthen, as well as a number of other self-improvement type areas. We seemed to click pretty quickly and I found myself feeling much better about my life after but five or six visits. 

Being somewhat shy I had held back any serious discussion about my love life, or lack of, but on my fifth visit I thought I'd test the waters just to see what Julia thought and if she had some suggestions. I mentioned that for the past 6 months or so my girlfriend and I just didn't seem to have any spark when we made love. Actually, I thought it was more me than her but I explained that I was never really and truly excited by our lovemaking. Whether or not it was because we were together for 6 years and it just got old, or that we sort of drifted apart, the net result was a slow and uncelebrated end to our relationship. 

Julia nodded her head when I mentioned this new topic and began to ask me a series of questions that focused on what we did, how we did it, who took charge, who initiated, and how did the sessions consummate. I was a little reluctant to give too much detail but ultimately I trusted her and if she were to help me it would require my honesty and forthrightness to make it happen. 

The session ended with Julia suggesting to me that I think more about the questions and that I be prepared to discuss them on my next visit. I agreed and thanked her for being such a help to me. From behind her desk she dismissed the compliment, gave me a warm smile, and wished me a good two weeks.

When I arrived for my next session I admit that I was a bit nervous as talking about sex was always a little hard for me, especially with an attractive woman like Julia. She was always very smartly dressed, impeccably groomed, very bright eyed and alert, all the while sporting a very intelligent and down to earth disposition that I found to be both charming and somewhat captivating. It was easy to sometimes drift from our discussions and ponder how she was both charming and beautiful only to be pulled back to the reason I was there for, that being my therapy. Julia was the epitome of poise, intelligence, and personality. 

It took me a few minutes to realize that this session was different from the previous ones in that Julia was not sitting behind her desk for the first time. She was sitting in the extra chair that was next to her desk and we were face to face with about 5 ft. between us. Julia was wearing a nice button up white blouse with a stylish pair of slacks and dress shoes that were neither trendy nor old fashioned. I made the brief adjustment to this new face to face seating arrangement and after some light introductory conversation we picked up on our last session from where we left off. 

Frankly, I was verbally stumbling without much focus while trying to answer some of the questions that Julia had posed to me from the previous week. It soon became apparent that my former girlfriend was usually the initiator and that sexually we often followed her lead which for the most part focused on traditional sexual activity. When Julia finally asked me what I liked I admit to being somewhat caught off guard and without any definite answer. To this she nodded and made a few notes.

As our session progressed we again revisited my original comment of last week of how there just wasn't much spark to our lovemaking. I admit that I thought at least part of the problem was me. Maybe I lacked sufficient imagination, or more likely lacked the necessary assertiveness required for a dynamic love making session. While I didn't say it in as many words clearly I was blaming myself. At this point Julia interceded to assure me that nothing was wrong with me and that I shouldn't think negative thoughts about past or future sexual relations. 

Her next question totally took me off-guard as she asked me if I had any fetishes. I'm sure I turned red and said that I didn't really think so. I may have not been fully honest as just about everyone has some fantasies that he or she thinks about but since I never actually played any of them out I didn't feel that they were worthy of even mentioning. And, they were sort of vanilla, anyway.

Julia explained, "Sometimes people have certain "things" that excite them yet they don't know it, or more seriously they repress it." She mentioned, without name, that one of her male patients had a strong obsession for women that wore short skirts. This craving caused this man to lose focus almost anytime an attractive woman walked by with a short skirt. I asked if such an obsession was wrong or bad for a person to have. Julia remarked, "I don't put labels as such on a person's thoughts. They are neither good nor bad, they are just thoughts." It's important that everyone allow their thoughts to flow freely. Decisions on appropriate behavior can be made afterwards."

Again, Julia asked me if I had any fetishes and as she did she uncrossed and crossed her legs so that her left foot was pointing right at me, instead of away, and she began to subtly move it back and forth and up and down in very slow motions, occasionally pausing only to begin a few seconds later. For some reason I felt like I was looking at her shoe longer than what was appropriate as I snapped myself out of what I was sure was just a brief few seconds and tried to answer the question. I told Julia that I didn't think I had any. Well, I liked women with their hair up but I didn't think that was a fetish. Julia made a note and then to my surprised announced that we were about out of time. This surprised me as normally I know exactly how much time is left but this particular session seemed to just evaporate. I agreed, thanked her for her time, and confirmed that I would see her in two weeks.

As I left the office and began walking to my car I couldn't quite identify what was agitating me. After cycling through the key points of the session I realized that it was my inordinate attention to Julia's foot that was bothering me. What was so captivating about it, anyway? I mean I didn't actually even see the foot. But, I did see the skin that was exposed above the shoe as she was not wearing socks of any type. I remember the nice contrast of the black shoe with her light skinned top of her foot. More than that, it was the way she was moving it that was it. I had never thought much about a woman's foot before and I wondered why after all these years I had suddenly taken notice. I reached my car and put on some music and promptly purged the foot thought from my conscious mind and proceeded to drive home. Upon arriving home I went through the normal before bed rituals, got into bed, turned the light off, and as I began to drift off my thoughts returned to Julia's foot. After a struggle I eventually drifted off to sleep with thoughts of Julia in my mind. 

When I arrived for my next session Julia came around to the front of the desk and seated herself in the same chair as last time. For some reason she looked radiant today. It didn't take long for our discussion to return to the subject of fetishes and how they can affect a person's sexual behaviors. When Julia asked me if I'd thought about fetishes I immediately got shy, a little embarrassed, and looked down towards her feet. That's when I noticed she was wearing a pair of open toed, strappy sandals. Her unpainted toes were very noticeable and I'm pretty certain I stared at them a little too long. I also noticed her arch and the space between the sandal and foot as it, too, was exposed to my line of vision. Not knowing what I compared it to didn't stop me from making the determination that Julia had a beautiful foot. My fixation was interrupted by Julia remarking, "Did you hear my question, James?" I looked up to return Julia's gaze and apologized for drifting making up some lame excuse that I had a lot on my mind and asked her to please repeat her question. "I asked you if you took the opportunity to explore yourself to see if there were any fetishes that interested you." I briefly considered mentioning a woman's foot but it would have been crazy to say this right after she had witnessed my previous behavior so I said that I always liked women's legs which wasn't really too much of a stretch. 

We spent some time talking about that in a general way with my comments being rather undefined and general as I still didn't feel secure going too much into detail. A few times Julia had to pivot from her chair to reach some papers and I noticed I took the opportunity each time to check out her shoes and feet. Geez, what was going on? I was like literally stealing glances whenever I had the chance. Near the end of the session Julia got up to get a handout for me that took probably 10 seconds as she was shuffling around the bookshelf searching and I leaned forward a bit so I could steal a better glimpse of her shoes and feet. I was staring at them as she had her back towards me but as I looked up to the back of her head to make sure we wasn't about to turn around I noticed she was staring at me with intense interest through the mirror above her bookshelf. As I looked down Julia waited an appropriate second or so and then turned around and returned to her seat as if nothing had happened. But it was clear, we both knew what was happening to this I had little doubt. 

As our session was about to end Julia asked, "James, are you sure you don't want to mention any other fetishes that you may have? You don't have to be shy, this is your therapy." I said no but promised to really work on this during the next two weeks. I evened tried to joke that I would do some serious reflective thinking while I was on one of my daily afternoon breaks in Central Park. Julia stood up and smiled brightly and said that would be just fine and that she would see me in two weeks. She smiled a warm professional smile and said good-bye. 

This time when I reached the car there was no doubt where the focus of my mind was. Clearly, I was thinking about Julia's shoes and feet and as I did I began to gently massage myself. This was crazy; I was getting turned on thinking about my therapist's feet. I forced myself to stop, popped in a CD, and did the best to distract myself for the remainder of the ride home. The distraction proved to be fleeting as when I entered my apartment I quickly turned on my computer and did a search for "fetishes". Familiar with some of the on-line adult sites I had never actually done a search like this one. I was amazed at the extent of the number of sites out there and probably killed a good hour and a half just looking at some of them, particularly a few that focused on dominant women using their bare and high heeled feet to subdue weak willed men. I was embarrassed to find that I found this extremely arousing. I looked for women that resembled Julia but couldn't find any that were quite right. It was getting late so eventually I had to shut it down and get ready for bed. As I did I felt a curious sexual energy that felt powerful and entirely new to me. I got into bed, adjusted my pillow, and wondered where all this was going to take me. Clearly, trepidation was one of the feelings I was experiencing. 

Over the next several days I thought quite a bit about my situation. I was developing a strong obsessive predilection for the feet and shoes of my therapist. As strong as this desire was growing I decided to take an action that I felt would be the defining one around this new obsession. For the first time I cancelled my next appointment with Julia. I just couldn't go down that road because what good would come of it? When the following two week appointment time arrived I took the cowardly approach and called Julia's secretary and announced that I was going to be traveling quite a bit for the next few months and with my changing schedule it would be better to suspend my appointments, at least for awhile. As a final point of exclamation I actually stated that Julia had done such a nice job with me that I was sort of looking forward to trying things on my own for awhile. 

I have to describe the next month as sort of a tumultuous time as while I didn't see Julia professionally I also never really got her out of my mind. More often than I'd care to admit I visited some of those FemDom sites that featured foot domination and a few other fetishes. This stuff was turning me on in a way that felt disarming. As a countermeasure, I convinced myself that this was a fleeting interest and once I found a new girlfriend I would be "normal", again.

It was at the end of this month period while taking my daily 3:00 PM stroll through the south end of Central Park that I noticed Julia reading what looked like a report on one of the benches between me and the exit. She had her head down and was seriously flipping through the pages seemingly intent on the content of her material. She was dressed in a shorter skirt than I was accustomed to seeing her wear, bare legs, and black shoes that had a good amount of heel to them. I actually stopped some 35 feet away and sat down at a bench just to regroup. Julia's body angle was such that she wasn't going to see me so I took this opportunity to take it all in. Julia was moving the foot and shoe of her crossed leg in that familiar way that I had seen while in session. Plus, she was occasionally letting the shoe dangle from her foot, while ever so briefly, yet I found this sight completely mesmerizing. Two lumps were forming, one in my throat and one in my pants. Julia looked beautiful, and a touch edgy in those shoes. I debated walking up to her and saying hello but I just couldn't do it. With a mess of conflicting emotions, I turned and found the next closest exit and made my way back to the office wondering what Julia was doing there all the while being dressed in such a totally sexy outfit! The Park was far enough away from her office that logistically it didn't make sense she were there, yet she may have had an appointment nearby. A part of me wondered if she wanted me to see her there. This thought was both exciting and disturbing. 

For the next few weeks I stuck to the no therapy plan and on most days took my usual Central Park walk. By now there was no doubting that I was fantasizing about running into Julia, again, and planning out what I would do and say. I considered making another appointment, yet that felt too weird. It was a particularly warm fall day and I was finishing up my walk through the park when I saw Julia perched in the same bench as the first time. She had on a nice dressy white button up top, a black skirt, no stockings, and the same shoes from the prior time I'd seen her. I stopped dead in my tracks. As quickly as I stopped I made the impulsive decision and without hesitation I walked up to her and practically scared her with my "so glad to see you" hello. Once Julia saw me, she beamed and stood to give me a hug. As she did she almost whispered, "James...its sooo good to see you. How are you?"

We had a great conversation for about 10 minutes as if we were the best of friends and then Julia announced she had to leave to get to her meeting. I'm not sure where it came from but I awkwardly inquired, "Julia, do you think we could get together some time.....you know, just to talk or something?" 

Julia eyed me with curiosity and inquired, "James, are you asking for an appointment?"

I didn't think I was but I wasn't sure what I was looking for so I said, "Well, not formerly, but I really miss our conversations and I wondered if we could just like get together as friends, or something?" Before she could even answer I blurted....."Unless you don't socialize with former patients, or something?" Julia stared at me for a second, or two, and then announced that she didn't normally do this and it would actually be a first. Then her demeanor turned more serious as she added, "James, what would we talk about?" Then she added a little sly half smile as her eyebrow almost imperceptibly rose.

I was beginning to feel like a teenager asking a girl out for the first time. "Well you know, some of it would be just friend type stuff. I paused. And, you seem so well informed and knowledgeable about fetishes that I would just like to hear a little bit about them from you, if you wouldn't mind sharing your expertise. You know, just like friend to friend. I'm sure I could learn a lot from you. I mean, if you were okay with it." 

Julia seemed to stare right through me for what seemed an eternity but which was probably two seconds before she said, "You know, James, fetishes once they are exposed can take on a life of their own. They can become very powerful, and sometimes they even grow to proportions we could never have imagined. I nodded to indicate I understood. "And, our discussions might be very different from the ones we had in the office. How do I say this......well, you just don't know where they will take you. Sometimes, there is no turning back." I started to get a little nervous but then came the warm Julia smile that put me more at ease. 

I stated that I was aware of the uncertainty but in all honesty I just couldn't be at peace with myself if I didn't explore these thoughts and feelings. Julia nodded and said, "very well, James, why don't we meet at my apartment one evening where it's nice and private. I think we'll be very comfortable there. Sometimes I do sessions there but in our case it would just be "friend to friend. She added with a smile, "James....this could be fun!"

We set up an evening and time, said our good-byes and I headed back to the office filled with so many thoughts and emotions I thought I was going to explode. Our meeting was in two evenings and I was going to be beside myself in anticipation. I felt a strange and powerful stirring inside as I continued on to my office. The vision of Julia consumed my thoughts to the utmost.

The Therapist Ch. 02



When I arrived at Julia's home I wasn't quite certain what to expect. Was it a date, a session, or just two friends hanging out? As I walked up the sidewalk I had two thoughts, one was that I was more nervous than I would have liked as I could feel the beginnings of some perspiration and, secondly, that I may be way out of my league with a woman like Julia. She could have any guy in this town so how could I possibly expect there to be a future with someone like me. I mean, I'm not down on myself because I do think I have some pretty good character strengths, and I'm sort of an attractive I guy, but on the confidence level Julia is a flat out ten and I'm probably a four point five. About this time I just shut my brain off and rang her doorbell and took in a quick deep breath of air. I waited an appropriate amount of time and when no one came to the door I rang the bell, again, and gently rapped on the door. My initial rush of euphoria and tension began to dissipate as it occurred to me that Julia was not at all home at this moment. I reviewed the plans we had made and was quite certain I had the right day and time. At this point I confess to experiencing a fairly strong wave of disappointment as the thought that Julia may have forgotten about our plans left me feeling very empty. Well, there was probably an explanation for it because Julia is not only far too nice to stand someone up she is far too professional.

As I was getting back into my car I glanced up at her house and saw the curtain part and Julia's searching face suddenly appeared. She flashed her impeccably beautiful smile, waved her hand to me, and headed presumably for the front door. I swear my heart skipped a beat as I was instantly transformed back to the emotions that existed only minutes ago. As I walked up the path the door opened and Julia, in a big fluffy robe and no footwear, beckoned me in and greeted me warmly with a smile and polite embrace. She smelled heavenly as that of fresh, fragrant, womanly soap. Julia apologized for "getting home" late as she was just finishing her shower when she heard the doorbell ring. I, of course, was quick to acknowledge that it was not a problem and that I understood completely. She invited me in, told me to make myself comfortable, and she would return shortly as she would be upstairs dressing. She gave me the option of retrieving a beverage from her refrigerator but I told her I was fine and that she could take her time. 

Julia bounded up the steps and I found myself standing alone in the middle of what was a room that was a combination of living room and office. I spent a few moments perusing the wall hangings, books on the shelf, and the apparent family photos plus one of a pretty athletic good looking guy that were located on a book shelf built into the wall. I gravitated toward the end of the room and to the books because who isn't curious about what kind of books a person reads? There was an abundance of what appeared to be therapeutic type reference and instructional books, none of which I had ever seen before. Some of the titles clearly had some of what I deduced to be sexual overtones but in a very professional way. I picked up one or two and they seemed pretty clinical and appeared to cite a variety of sexual studies done in a very professionally controlled environment. I was about to lose interest when a book near the end of the case caught my eye. It was entitled "Sexual Fetishes of the Male". I debated picking it up as I looked toward the staircase and with no sign of Julia I nonchalantly removed it from the case and "casually" opened it to a random page. My eyes about bugged out of my head as they were met with an erotic drawing of a tall and powerful woman in knee high boots flexing a whip as she gazed at the male who was erotically cowering beneath her. Her lips and curves were exaggerated and she wore a lecherous and evil grin to an otherwise flawlessly beautiful face. I was more shocked than anything and quickly turned the page a time or two only to find professionally written text on all of the pages. 

I thought I heard the stirrings of Julia about to come down the stairs so I gave the book one more quick turn of the page only to find another drawing. This time it depicted a very professional type woman sitting in a chair dressed in a professional outfit with a dress that covered her legs to just below her knees. However, the part that immediately caught my attention was the naked male lying prone on the ground with what could only be described as a raging hard on. The woman's bare foot was placed over the face of the man. It was nothing short of electric and as I felt myself start to swell I simultaneously saw the first foot of Julia on the steps as she was beginning her decent down the stairs. I discreetly as possible silently closed the book, returned it to what I was pretty certain was the original position on the shelf, took a half step back and pretended to be half-heartedly perusing the titles without a particular strong interest.

By this time Julia was fully in view and had already cocked her head my way. She alternated her glance between me and the bookshelf all the while wearing her precocious Julia smile. She had changed into a strappy white halter top....yes she could easily wear this top and look perfect....and a rather loose fitting navy blue skirt. If you're wondering what was on her feet they were encased in the most stylish component of her outfit as the 3 inch open-toed black heels snugly fit around her bare ankles. I could see that her toenails were painted a deep red. Probably not unlike the shade of my face as the combination of the photos, the hurried closing of the book, and the complete package of Julia was all too much for me to not react to. I uttered, "hello, again", probably a little too fast and awkwardly waited for Julia to call the next shot. 

The composed Julia quickly took control of the situation and within 5 minutes I found myself in a chair, with a glass of white zinfandel, sitting across from the most beautiful woman I'd ever know. Julia complemented me on my new sweater and started asking me all kinds of questions ranging from "how have you been", "what's new", and others like it, but I instinctively felt they were only a prelude to what was coming. Julia made a body adjustment in her chair that left me a much more open look at her legs and her slightly parted knees. It was nothing inappropriate as her knees were almost covered but the subtle effect of "more leg" clearly registered on my overly sensitive radar screen. As she finished her move, a move I was practically cataloging in my mind, she calmly asked, "So, James, have you been getting in touch with your feelings"? I didn't answer right away and she followed up with, "You know....your fetishes?" 

This direct question sort of spooked me and my eyes quickly traveled downward only to see Julia's....hell, I'll just say it, sexy feet and shoes. I swear as my eyes met this sight she almost imperceptibly flexed the one pointing directly at me. The question, the sight of her feet and shoes, the movement it caused me to start stirring. Oh, god, 10 minutes in her house and I'm starting to unravel. My voice was starting to thicken, my heartbeat accelerated, and I felt prickly all over. Julia's next question put me even further over the edge as she asked, "When I was coming down the stairs, James, were you looking at one of the books?" There was no point in lying so I admitted to picking up a few of them out of curiosity. 

"Did you see anything that interested you?"

"Well, most of it was pretty technical for me, you know".

"James, you didn't answer my question."

"Well, there was an article about personality and environment that looked like it might be pretty interesting."

"Anything else, James?"

The temperature was rising as I think I just sat there unable to articulate a response.

Julia asked, "What book were you looking at when I came downstairs?"

My confession to reading "Sexual Fetishes of the Male" was met by a raised eyebrow. Julia's warm and compassionate smile was not present as she followed with, "Was it exciting looking at a book that had some of your own fetishes in pictures?"

Before I answered I realized that Julia had declared that I had fetishes and that, furthermore, they were contained in this book. It appeared that we were moving past the denial phase of whatever this relationship was going to evolve into very quickly. My next thought was on whether or not she knew of what I was convinced was rapidly becoming a predilection for not just a female foot, but the feet of my ex-therapist. 

"I saw one photo of a woman with a whip standing over a man but I don't think I felt any particular sensation from it. 

"Go on, James."

You know how sometimes you just make a decision to "come clean" in an almost involuntary way sort of like your body is telling your head what to do? Well, in this moment it was becoming my reality. 

"Julia, there was one photo of a woman with her bare foot over the man's face. I think I liked that one a little bit."

Julia smiled and almost cooed, "a little bit"?

After a short pause, she continued, "C'mon, James, you're practically obsessed with this foot fetish of yours. You do admit that much to yourself, don't you? Well?....." Now, the Julia smile.

Her serious face that seemed to interchange so fluidly with the warm smile was playing me like some kind of yo-yo. I couldn't even answer her.

"James, would you like me to put my foot on your face? Would you find this exciting?" Would my pretty feet turn you on? You wouldn't feel embarrassed, would you?" Would you like to be without any clothes on you when you ....when you kissed the bottom of my foot? When you took a deep breath of my exquisite foot? I mean you wouldn't find it "unmanly" or anything to be on your back with my feet planted squarely on your face would you?" 

The barrage of questions were left unanswered. "Please, Julia, I'm confused. Yes, I would like to kiss your foot and yes I think, no, I know it would turn me on but it does seem sort of "unmanly". 

"It does, does it? Well, James, you have two choices." I braced as I knew that Julia was about to put things in perspective real quickly. She continued, "One, we end this conversation, put on a movie and ignore what we both know is your destiny. Or, you can begin to finally live your life the way you were meant to live it and that's under the direction and control of a woman...a woman who is both powerful and beautiful, and yet not without compassion. A strong woman that can take you places that right now you can only dream about. A woman who can open the many doors to your psyche. And, when you make that choice, and we both know which one you will make, you'll begin by taking your clothes off, dropping to your knees, and waiting for my next direction."

Hearing both the strength and passion in the voice of Julia propelled me to the realization that she was right in both respects. I was not going to put on a movie and I was going to remove my clothes. And, I did so without hesitation as instinctively I knew this is what I now wanted and what I've wanted since my clinical appointments with Julia. I removed the last of my clothes except my underpants and awaited Julia's next directive. As I met her eyes she gestured with her head while looking me in the eye and I correctly interpreted this unspoken command and removed the final piece of clothing. Much to my surprise I was fully erect. 

"How are you feeling, James?"

"I'm nervous, Julia."

"Are you ready to by my little foot slave? Are you Jamie?"

Neither the direct reference to "slave" nor the changing of my name to "Jamie" was lost on me yet I chose to ignore both and simply replied, "Yes, I am ready."

"I thought so. Now, I want you to remove my shoe and hold the shoe up to your face. That's it; with the inside part....the part that is warm and sweaty pressed against your mouth and nose. Now, take a deep breath. Deeper. That's it, get used to my fragrance. Something tells me you're going to smell a lot of more of me in the near future. Breathe, again, deeper. Do you like the smell of my feet, James? Is it as good as you imagined? Or, maybe even better?" 

Julia gave a little laugh after saying this last sentence but I was far too consumed with the heady feeling I was experiencing as I inhaled the essence of her foot aroma. I was absolutely high as I'd ever been with anything else in my life. Here I was breathing the warm shoe of a woman that I had formerly known as my therapist and I didn't even care that it was humiliation to the nth degree. The odd thing about this last part was that I was relatively certain that I was enjoying the humiliation as much as the foot fetish part. No matter, I knew there was no turning back and when Julia directed me to lick the inside of her shoe I found myself rising to an even higher state of worship, one that closed the door on the rest of the world as my new order was quickly being redefined to whatever Julia was going to do with me. I was more excited than scared, but I was plenty scared too. 

On my knees with Julia's shoe pressed closely to my face I confess to admitting that my world had shrunk to the smallest denominator possible as it was my face and this shoe and a whirlwind of emotion. Julia brought me out of "shoeworld" when she whispered to me, "James, its now time to lie down in front of me. Put the shoe down and lay on your back for me. Will you do that, Jamie?" 

"Yes, I will Julia. Did you want my face by your feet?" 

"You mean my pretty feet, James?"

"Your pretty feet Julia. Your.....beautiful feet, Julia."

"Yes, James, you're in the perfect spot. Look at my foot, James, do you like it?"

"I do, Julia. Very much so."

"Before I put my foot on your face I want you to think about how lucky you are, James, to be under such an exquisite foot. How fortunate you are to in this position on the floor with me looking down on you. Will you do that, James?

I nodded, and began to contemplate Julia's last words and while I was feeling very fortunate somewhere my memory was interfering with my focus of what Julia had just said, distracting me and tugging at me to recall something, somewhere in the past that reflected only this moment in time. I shook off the distraction and lay beneath Julia's foot and as I did I thanked her for allowing me to be in this position. 

Julia descended her beautiful foot to my face and ever so gently placed her toes at the top of my forehead and slowly lowered the rest of her foot so that it completely covered my eyes, my nose, my mouth, and finally my chin. She gave it a slight wiggle so that it seated itself so as to merge itself with my face.

"James, breathe deeply and slowly. Capture the essence of the aroma of this pretty foot. Mentally acknowledge it as something that is superior to you, more powerful in a hundred different ways, and realize that your face was meant to be a mere pedestal for it. Think of your self as being a servant for this foot. Keep breathing, James."

I was in total heaven and when the phone rang it not only interrupted my complete state of bliss but I was completely surprised to hear Julia answer. She began having a conversation with someone yet her foot remained fixed to my face. If anything, she began to move it so as to massage my face ever so lightly. All this while she was conversing with someone in a very happy and light-hearted way. I wasn't sure what to do so I continued to lay there all the while transfixed by her foot and what it was doing to me. My erection, if anything, was even more powerful. I wanted to rub myself but I didn't dare. Julia was now laughing and very much enjoying herself with her telephone companion and it was probably 15 minutes before she finally gave a warm good-bye and clicked off the phone. 

Julia then removed her foot from my face and warmly smiled down towards me and finally spoke, "How is my little fetish man doing down there? Did you enjoy your introduction into your first fetish? I silently nodded and Julia continued, " I think that's enough for your first lesson, James, I don't want you to get too carried away, do I? Hell, I was all for getting too carried away but it was clear that this fetish session was over and that I would be left feeling....well, I'll just say it, denied. 

"James, I really enjoyed our first time together like this and think that we can take things quite a bit further, if that's what you want. I'm asking you to go home tonight and think about if this is the sort of thing you want more of. If submitting to me is what would make you happy. If being controlled by me would be exciting for you. Then, in a few days, if you want to pursue this further, call me and I'll instruct you on how we'll proceed." Julia said all of this without much expression, sort of like she would talk to me when we were in session. It all seemed rather clinical and matter of fact. However, upon finishing all of this there it was, again, the warm loveable Julia smile that was so disarming and appealing that I could only agree and state that I would be sure to get back in touch with her within a day or two. Julia reminded me that I was to get in touch with her after two days. 

As I was getting ready to leave, after awkwardly putting my clothes on in front of the fully dressed Julia, I started to say my goodbye and wondered if I should attempt to kiss Julia, shake her hand, or just walk out the door. I was feeling sort of rattled and unsure of myself so I opted to say goodbye without any embrace and began to turn towards the door.

"James, are you forgetting something? Don't you want to kiss me good bye? You can, you know. In fact you can kiss me twice. Just return once again to your knees and give each of my feet a nice, tender, soft kiss. Will you do that for me, James?"

I felt mortified and at the same time excited at the opportunity to kiss Julia's feet one more time so I humbly complied and gave each foot a soft and lingering kiss. As I returned to my own feet Julia had a huge smile on her face and then she bid me good evening. 

I don't remember even walking to my car but as I was driving some 3 or 4 miles from Julia's house the nagging memory that I could not quite touch earlier burst through with a sudden clarity that shocked and disturbed me. The memory was to a time when I was 8 years old and my older sister Sara was playing a game with me and being the older and stronger of the two she was imposing her make believe jurisdiction over me by pretending that she was putting me in jail and as punishment she made me kiss the bottom of her foot. In itself not an overly significant act except that I clearly remember this event as the first time I was ever excited by the opposite sex. Geez, where did that come from after all these years. I'm not sure if it meant anything but I didn't think I liked it. One thing is for sure I knew I had a lot to think about over the next two days. 



The Therapist Ch. 02



Cory had finished dinner and her hot bath and sat in her living room, watching her collection of ' Sex and the City' Although she was watching the television, her mind was on the Jake and how his hands would feel on her body, how his tongue would feel, how he would feel inside of her. Slowly, she unbuttoned the oversized oxford shirt she was wearing and pulled down the fronts of her bra to give her access to her nipples. She let her fingertips run around her nipple before she assaulted them with her fingers, gently squeezing and cupping them as her other hand grazed over her thigh, until it reached the waist band of her panties. 

She moaned as she slid her hand under her panties and teased the lips of her pussy, which were already coated in her juices. Gently stroking, until she finally allowed herself the pleasure of feeling a finger inside of her. Cory moaned and slowly began to pull out her finger, deciding to focus on her clit, she rubbed the blood engorged digit gently as she began to create tiny circles, and pleasure began to pulse through her body. Cory's hips began to rock up meeting the gently yet firm hand on her clit, she squeezed her nipples hard, whishing that it was Jake pleasuring her, that it was Jake bringing her on the brink of orgasm.

"Jake, please fuck me." the words escaped her lips, as she could feel the orgasm coming. 

"Jake please let me cum." She rasped as her hips started to jerk uncontrollably and her hand started to get tired knowing that release was just around the corner. She worked her hand harder, faster, working through the ache of the muscles that told her to stop. But she couldn't it felt so good, it felt too good. Too good to stop squeezing her tender chocolate dusted nipples, too good to stop pleasing her clit and torturing her hand. 

And then she came, her toes flexed and she immediately go a feeling of release as the orgasm calmed her, her fingers still working to get every second of pleasure. After, she laid there, her hand still in her panties, her nipples still pulled out from her bra, and her head thrown back as pleasure and peace glazed her eyes. 

Cory's last appointment had left and she waited nervously for Jake. Finally, she heard a strong knock at the door, before it opened and she stood to greet her visitor. "Hi, Jake, do you want to have a seat on the couch and we can get started in just a bit. Ok? Do you want anything to drink? Water, hot tea?" She asked trying to be as professional as possible.

"Um okay, Cory, I mean Dr. Roberts. And no, thanks I don't want anything." He said eyeing her as she came to sit in front of him. She was wearing a crème business suite with a turquoise bustier underneath and crème heels. Her hair was down and came in soft voluminous curls that framed her face and made her look as though she were an angel that had just gotten out of a hot and steamy bed session. Her make up was soft and her lips had a pink tint to them adding to their poutiness. 'Damn she looks good. I should bend her over her desk and take her, right here.' Jake thought. His thoughts were interrupted by Cory who sat in front of him looking at him expectantly. 

Cory allowed her eyes to roam all over his body, and take in his black suite and crisp pastel shirt, accented tie, and black leather wing tips which anointed his feet. 'Damn this man is fine and he has nice taste, he even wears pastel colors '

Her tongue trailed the outer corner of her lip and she breathed deep. "Cory, please. So Jake, what would you like to discuss. What do you feel is the problem in your love life?" Over the next hour, Jake explained how women went in and out of his life, while Cory intently listened. The session was actually successfully and allowed Cory enough time to actually settle down and focus on Jakes problem: He dated the same women. All beautiful, skinny, gold digging hussies, that Jake eventually saw through. At the end of the session Cory made her final assessment, "Well Jake I see a pattern in your love life, you date a lot of the same women, I think you should try and date someone who's not what you typically go for. Understand? To allow ourselves to find love and have amazing sex, sometimes we have to go outside of what we know. So why don't you try that and see how it works out?"  

"Okay, Cory, but I think I already have found something different." Jake replied giving her a penetrating stare. 

Cory brushed it off and quickly got up. "Well good, any woman would be lucky to have you, unfortunately our session is over. Thank you for taking the time to share and I hope I helped you." Cory said looking at the clock in relief.  

"Well, thank you Cory, you've really cleared up a lot for me, I should repay you. How about I treat you to dinner? Tonight?" Jake asked, his question hanging in the air. 

"Umm Dinner? Tonight? I cant I'm meeting friends, but thank you for the offer." Cory replied a little disappointed and relieved. More disappointed then anything. 

Samantha, Lisa and Charles; Cory's best friends could definitely tell something was up. Cory had a gleam in her eye that only came from two things: Love and good sex. 

"Sooo Miss Thing, spill!" Charles said as soon as she sat down. 

"What?" Cory asked looking around the table in innocence. 

"You met a guy" Lisa said with a cocky smile.

"I'm guessing a very hot guy?" Samantha chimed in shaking her head knowingly. 

"No, I haven't. I'm not looking to meet men, ya'll and it's been three years since Trevor or since I've had sex and I don't think I'm ready yet...." She said trailing off as her friends looked at her with unbelieving stares. "Okay, so here's the deal...." and Cory began telling them how she met Jake and how she couldn't stop fantasizing about him. "You guys he's so handsome and he's polite, he helped me get fettuccini sauce. Isn't that sweet!" Cory sat there looking at each one like a little kid on Christmas.  

Samantha, Charles and Lisa all gave each other knowing looks and Lisa was the first to speak up. "Girl, you have a crush. And I don't mean like a school girl crush. I mean like a 'And I feel like somebody's watching me' stalker crush. You're sprung." As a graceful smile touching the beautiful dark skinned woman's face. 

"But ya'll I don't think he likes me, I mean he looks like he goes to the gym all the time and even though I'm not on Maury for being so fat someone has to come U-Haul me out of my house . I'm a curvy woman, you know. And it's been so long, What if I'm bad in bed?" Cory ranted as her shoulders slowly started to hang.

"Whoa, whoa, miss thing. You are not some insecure hooker whose dad didn't hug her enough, you are Cory Roberts, a hot sexy mama and a banging sex therapist. You need to go get your man, and get it together, because you got this." Charles chimed in.

"And you know what else, I can hear your pussy crying out for him.." Samantha started to sing Mario's "Crying out for me" with her own little mix, while trying to stifle a laugh.

The table erupted in laughter. The four continued laughing, eating and drinking. Not noticing that a penetrating green stare was watching their every move. Cory was getting drunker by the minute and was feeling good. Really good. She swayed to the soft music in the background and jumped when she felt a warm hand on her back, almost falling out of her chair. Strong arms caught her and she looked up into intense green eyes. 

"Jake?" Cory slightly slurred. 

"Hey Cory, are you, drunk?" He asked amusement flickering in his eyes. 

"Umm... no....maybe... Why? I'm of age." she replied  Securing Cory back in her seat Jake drew his attention to the three people that were eyeing him from head to toe. 

The four exchanged pleasantries and Lisa took the chance to invite Jake to join them. Which he of course he accepted. Much to the dismay of Cory, who couldn't sit still because of the alcohol flowing through her veins. Cory sat casually sipping her wine as her friends interrogated Jake, who took each question in stride. She found out that Jake was actually the owner of several gym chains all over New York and that she was a member. He must have found out from her friends who were members too, because he glanced over at her with a twinkle in his eye. 

"I knew you looked familiar" He told her.

Cory just drunkenly shrugged.

Cory nervously glanced away and downed the rest of her half glass of wine. 'I'm so sloshed.' God help me, I want him to take me on this table right now in front of all these people. I am such a cum slut'  Cory went to pour some more wine in her glass and her friends nervously looked at her knowing that liquor was a like a truth serum for her. 

"Um Cory, sweetie, don't you think you should take it easy on the wine?" Samantha asked trying to bring her into the conversation. 

"Oh, no I'm soooooo good right now. Thanks for asking though hun." Cory drawled as she tipsily poured more wine. 

Jake looked worried. "Did you drive here?" He asked. 

Cory not thinking he was talking to her, continued to play with the rest of her dessert, taking small tastes in between. Cory took another gulp of her wine, as Jakes hand came to stop her. "Cory, did you drive here" he asked in a stern voice, letting her know that he was not playing games. Cory looked at him wide eyed and just shook her head like a small child. 

"I'm taking you home then" His voice was no nonsense. And when Cory opened her mouth to protest, he dismissed her with a wave of his hand. Cory looked to her friends for help, but they turned their attention to each other, trying to hide their smiles.

'Traitors.' She thought. She continued to drink her wine as her friends and Jake talked. With each minute that passed she got drunker and drunker. Not noticing the man that sat beside her tried to conceal his concern. 

Cory woke up that morning and didn't remember how she got home last night or how she had gotten down her clothes off and was now in one of her favorite baby dolls. Cory went to the bathroom to freshen up and looked at the image that stared back at her. Smooth honey skin and hazel eyes greeted her, lips that weren't full and pouty like the ones she yearned for, but were still cute. A body that wasn't thin but was curvy and healthy, Cory knew that she would never be a size five, but she had learned to be comfortable in her size twelve body. And although she was no man's wildest fantasy, in her eyes she was nice looking. She had always been referred to as cute or innocent looking. The girl next door. The girl to take home to mom. 

Well it seemed like no one wanted the girl next door, or so she thought. The truth was many men wanted her, she just blocked out their advances. Cory stopped mid- thought when she heard a noise coming from the living, it sounded like the television. But she had turned the television off before she left. Right?



The Therapist Ch. 02



Louis had been undergoing weekly treatments with Dr. Caroline Herzog and her husband, Charles for a little over a year. They introduced their patient to Wendy, the dirty girl that hid inside of the young man's exterior. Caroline documented the process via notes and video records. From these videos, the Herzogs culled several hours worth of clips which they sold via a third party company.

In their first session, Caroline Herzog found her patient highly susceptible to hypnosis. She was able to open him up as easily as a telephone directory, finding his femme persona hiding just below the surface of his well-cultivated heterosexual facade. She brought out Wendy to play and never looked back.

Wendy gave the Herzogs endless pleasure and a lucrative source of income. After Caroline successfully introduced Louis to Wendy, she was able to extend her sessions outside of their weekly scheduled times. Caroline set up a series of trigger words into Louis's subconscious. She and Charles had gotten into the habit of calling Louis in the evening, simply saying the word "Whorebait", and counting on his arrival at their townhouse within fifteen minutes where he would arrive as Wendy, the cock and cunt hungry whore ready to please them. With another word, she would excuse herself and return to Louis and his vanilla life with no memory of his time as a human party favor.

With each passing week, Caroline continued to extend her lexicon of trigger words. She was building up Louis/Wendy for a meeting with other potential investors. She had Louis in a deep trance and was inserting her trigger when he went into convulsions.

Eyes rolled up in his head and he began shaking. Caroline was paralyzed, never having seen a reaction like this before. Louis began moaning, low, but soon pitched to a scream. This got Caroline out of her seat and to the phone. But, before she began dialing, Louis's fit stopped and complete awareness came to his eyes.

"Stop what you're doing!" he shouted in a voice not his own. Caroline slowly racked the phone and stepped around her desk, closer to him.

"Louis? Are you--"

"You're not welcome here," he boomed. "This area is restricted. If you can hear my voice then you know that Louis is a special boy. Go no farther. Stop what you're doing! You're not welcome here."

He repeated the message three times before stopping. The light went out of his eyes and he returned to the calm hypnotic state into which Caroline had lulled him previously. "What the hell was that?" Caroline thought to herself. She approached him, cautiously, as if he were going to jump out of the chair where he sat in stasis.

"Louis? Who's voice was that?"

"I don't know what you mean, Doctor," he replied. She continued to press but he couldn't shed any light onto the performance she had just witnessed until she asked, "Louis, before our first session together had you ever been hypnotized"

"Yes, Doctor."

She couldn't believe what a fool she had been! No wonder he had been such an easy subject. He'd been primed by a previous hypnotist.

"Who hypnotized you?" she asked.

"Lady Jessica," he responded.

"Tell me more about her."

His eyes took on the eerie light again and his voice changed as he said, "Stop what you're doing! You're not welcome here. This area is restricted. If you can hear my voice then you know that Louis is a special boy. Go no farther."

"Who are you?" Caroline asked, more to herself than to Louis. "Lady Jessica?"

"Yes," came the voice in answer.

She stammered. She imagined that there was an auto response system set up. It was just a matter of figuring out the right questions to ask.

"Who are you?"

"Louis's owner."

"Did you create Wendy?"

"Wendy has always been in there. I helped make her the girl she is though." This was followed by a wicked laugh that sounded entirely wrong coming through Louis.

"Can I talk to you in person?"

Louis repeated a telephone number three times and then ceased all communications. Caroline was unable to get him to respond to anything apart from the sequence she used to bring him out of trance. She tried using one of the trigger words on him after he was awake but it didn't produce a response.

After dismissing Louis, Caroline was on the phone to Charles within minutes. They reviewed the video recording of the session together that afternoon. Charles was distraught, worried about the investor meeting where they had planned to use Louis/Wendy as a bonus incentive for all those who took a share in their enterprise, providing their hypnoslave to investors on weekends, pre-programmed to indulge in their favorite fetishes.

Not even sure if the number they had was still valid, Caroline and Charles called the mysterious Lady Jessica. She initially sounded suspicious when Caroline asked for "Jessica" but immediately responded when she was told that Louis had provided her phone number.

"Ahhh, how is my darling doing?" she asked.

They agreed to meet and discuss their common interests that evening.

The Herzogs and Lady Jessica sat down to coffee in the Herzogs' town house. Slightly older than Caroline Herzog, Lady Jessica was a stately woman who obviously took good care of herself. She had a thick head of black hair with a few shafts of silver highlights. Her posture and the three inch heels on her boots put her even with Charles's six-foot stature. She sat, politely sipping her black coffee, pinky out, while listening to Caroline describe her sessions with Louis and how she had come to discover his feminine persona and how they had used Wendy for their own pleasure.

After a while of this along with some more pleasant conversation, Lady Jessica set down her coffee, straightened her skirt, and asked, "How much money have you been making from Louis?"

Charles looked to Caroline, who chuckled and asked, "Whatever do you mean?"

"There's no sense in pussy footing around this," Lady Jessica responded coolly. "Think of Louis as a two way transmitter. I've heard nearly everything you've told me today from his perspective, albeit colored through his perception while in trance state. What you've neglected to disclose is the video equipment, the website, the backers, and the investor meeting for which you're preparing. I'm aware of all of it. I want to see your books and come to some kind of understanding before you continue to milk the cash cow."

Caroline nodded to Charles who provided a full accounting of their business dealings. After some negotiation, the three of them came to an understanding. Lady Jessica placed a phone call to Louis, triggering him and summoning him to the Herzogs'. When they heard the knock at the door, Lady Jessica reached into her purse and removed a mask which she donned, making her look like "The Lone Dominatrix."

Charles led Louis into the living room and Lady Jessica commanded the young man to strip. "He's not allowed to wear clothes around me. He has to know his place," she said, smiling.

Lady Jessica began speaking to Louis in a series of clipped tones that didn't sound like any language that Caroline or Charles had ever heard. Within moments, she turned to the couple and announced, "He's back to where you left him. If you'd like me to program the new commands, I can do that as well." Caroline nodded and Lady Jessica spoke a few more curt commands which Louis acknowledged.

"Now, I have a request of you," Lady Jessica said to Caroline. "I want to see Wendy in action with you and your husband in person. I've had it described to me, but I want to witness it first hand."

"Certainly." Turning to Louis she said, "Whorebait."

Louis crawled to Caroline and heeled next to her knees. "Charles needs his cocked sucked, honey. Do you think you can do that for him?"

"Oh, yes Doctor," he said with a feminine lilt to his voice. "Thank you!"

He quickly crawled to Charles who was removing his pants. Louis licked his lips in anticipation and quickly gobbled Charles's hardening cock as soon as it was free of his underwear.

"She's rather an adept cocksucker," Caroline confided to Lady Jessica. The two women watched as Louis/Wendy brought Charles to orgasm.

"Good job, Wendy," Caroline cooed.

"Come here, Wendy. I have something for you to wash that down with," said Lady Jessica. She scooted to the edge of the couch and hiked up her skirt, showing her lack of undergarments. Seeing Lady Jessica's shaved cunt, Louis crawled quickly to her.

He latched onto her cunt just seconds before she released a stream of urine into his waiting mouth, swallowing her nectar in big, thirsty gulps. Caroline and Charles looked on and smiled, seeing their slave do something that they had not yet tried (though they knew a few of their clients would want). "Don't miss a drop," chided Lady Jessica. "You don't want to get any on Doctor and Charles's carpet."

After her bladder was empty and she was licked clean, Lady Jessica moved forward and pushed Louis's working tongue into her asshole.

"Ahhhh, this is my favorite thing for him to do," she sighed. "I've been training him to be the kind of slave that can be enjoyed since he was a younger man."

This was to be the start of a rather lucrative operation between some of the most important people in Louis's life.



The Therapist Ch. 02



Anthony's life was turned upside down after his visit to the therapist. Dr. McKensie, Charlotte, had opened up a new world in terms of sex. Now it was all he could think about. 

In class his mind would wander to the therapy session. How she guided him through the ins and outs, literally, of having sex when you're particularly well endowed. He had always thought of himself as sort of a freak, destined to a life of frustration and disappointment when it came to sex. Now, he was starting to see it much differently.

She was so responsive! he thought. The way she moved and cried out. The way she talked when she got hot. The way her entire body convulsed when she came. Just thinking about it made him get hard. Not such a good idea in the middle of English Composition class.

That afternoon, he was leaving wrestling practice when his cell phone buzzed. It was Dr. McKensie.

"How are you, Anthony?"

"Great. Much better. Thanks."

"I'm glad to hear that. Did our session yesterday help?"

"Very much."

"Good. I've been thinking that it would be a good idea for us to have a follow up session. Just to be sure that the breakthroughs we achieved are properly integrated."

Anthony wasn't exactly sure what she meant but he liked the idea of seeing her again.

"Um, sure. I mean, I think that's a good idea."

"Good. I think we were making excellent progress. When that happens, it's important to follow up in a timely fashion." She cleared her throat. "Can you come to my office this afternoon? Now?"

"Now? Sure. I guess. Yeah."

"Very good. Now there's something very important I want you to keep in mind. This is entirely professional and as such it's entirely confidential. As your acting therapist, I will respect your privacy by keeping this completely between us. That means that you, too, must keep our visits completely confidential. Do you understand?"

"I understand."

"That means you can't breathe a word about what goes on between us to anyone. Got that? There may be a time when we choose to expand our sessions to include your girlfriend, Angela is it? For now, though, even she mustn't know about it. Understand?"

"Yes. I promise I won't discuss it with anyone."

"Good. With that settled, I think we're free to continue the therapeutic practice and take it to new levels. Goodbye Anthony."

"Bye."

Antony's heart was pounding. He had hoped they could have another session but he didn't have the nerve to initiate it himself. He was frankly a little relieved to hear about the confidentiality part. His parents would freak if they knew what happened. And Angela. He didn't even want to think about Angela. 

When he arrived at Dr. McKensie's office, Charlotte's office, it was well after five. Once again, the waiting room was empty. No receptionist. He heard her voice.

"Anthony, come in."

He entered her office and she was seated at her desk looking at some papers. She was wearing reading classes and she had her hair up. Anthony had wondered what it would be like the next time they met. Would they kiss? Shake hands? Embrace? I guess this answers it. It was very business-like.

"Sit down, Anthony."

He sat in the chair facing her desk. She regarded him closely.

"Anthony, I'm going to start by doing an inventory. I'm going to ask you a series of questions. It's important that you answer those questions truthfully. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Good. How did you feel after our last session?"

Anthony thought a moment.

"I felt great."

"That's good. I'm glad you felt the session was helpful."

"How did you feel?" Anthony asked, surprised at his own forwardness.

Charlotte stood and took off her glasses.

"Anthony, my role as therapist is to help you in any way I can. If I can help you achieve breakthroughs by inserting myself into the psycho-sexual dynamic, then that's what I'm prepared to do. Do you understand?"

"Um, I think so" he replied. "You're here to help me?" 

"Exactly. I'm here to do anything and everything to help you overcome whatever obstacles are in your way. It's not about me. It's about you."

"I appreciate it."

"I know you do, Anthony."

She picked up a small notepad and walked to the front of the desk, sitting on the edge in front of him. She was wearing a short skirt and high heels. Her legs looked amazing.

"Anthony, when you thought about our last session, did it bring up any ancillary thoughts?"

"Um, I'm not sure..."

"Afterwards. When you were home, say, laying in bed. At night. Before you fell asleep. Maybe you let your imagination go, thinking about what you had experienced. Did you think about us, Anthony?"

He looked down, blushing.

"Mmmm-hmmm." 

"Good. And when you were laying in bed, thinking about us, what were you wearing? Do you sleep in pajamas? In a t-shirt?" 

"I was naked."

"Were you laying on your back? On your side?"

"On my back."

"Fine. So, you were laying in bed, naked, on your back and you were thinking of us."

"That's right" he answered, sheepishly. She leaned in.

"Did you touch yourself, Anthony?"

Anthony looked down again.

"Anthony, the only way this is going to work is if you talk to me. Now, did you masturbate while you were thinking of us?"

"Yes."

"Did you stroke your penis? Did you make it...long...and hard?"

"Yes" he said, feeling the pressure growing in his crotch. 

"Did you play with the head until it became big and bulbous?"

"Uh-huh." She took her pen and circled the area around his growing bulge.

"Did your penis get very big? And hard?" 

"Yes." Anthony could feel his cock getting hard now, pressing against his jeans.

"And did you keep stroking it...until you couldn't stand it any more?...Did you feel the surge of cum building in your big, hard cock?" 

She was breathing audibly now.

"Yes."

"And did you come, Anthony? Did you think about us having sex, stroking your big, hard cock, until you exploded cum all over yourself?"

"Yes. Yes, I did."

"Good. Very good." She stood and walked slowly behind him. She put her hands on his shoulders. He could feel her breasts brushing against the back of his head. The pressure in his pants was enormous.

"Now, what exactly did you think about when you were stroking yourself. When you were laying in bed. Naked."

"Um, what we did, mainly."

"You thought about us having sex together?"

"That's right."

"And what specifically did you think about? I need to know what specific thoughts made you feel especially aroused?"

Anthony licked his lips, embarassed. She gave his broad shoulders a squeeze.

"Now, Anthony, if I'm going to help you in a therapeutic context then you're going to have to tell me everything. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Now. What exactly did you think about that turned you on the most?" She said emphatically.

"How it felt. When I was inside you."

She sat on the side of his chair, perched on the leather-upolstered arm. She pulled out her clip and shook her hair down to her shoulders.

"You thought about the sensations you felt when your penis was inside my vagina."

"Yes."

"How wet it felt. Here." Her hand went to her inner thighs, instructively.

"Yes."

"How soft it was, wrapped around your hard penis." 

"Yes." Her fingers slipped beneath her skirt.

"How warm...and wet...and soft it felt inside my pussy."

"Yes."

"Good." She proceeded, methodically.

"Now, what else did you think about?"

"Your breasts."

"What about my breasts, Anthony?" She turned her body so her full breasts pressed against her sheer cotton blouse.

"How they looked. And felt. Your nipples." She pulled her shoulders back and cupped her hand under her bosom, for emphasis.

"Did you enjoy touching them, Anthony? 

"Yes. I liked...to suck them."

"Did it excite you when my nipples became big...and hard...and you took them in your mouth?" 

Anthony gulped. He thought he'd rip a hole in his jeans.

"Yes." 

"Very good. What else did you think about?"

"Um, I thought about how you sounded while we did it. The things you said."

"What did I say that excited you?" 

"That you wanted me. That it felt good. You know."

She noted it in her notebook. "You liked when I was verbal during love-making. I see. Did it excite you when I talked dirty to you?"

"A lot."

"When I said things like 'I want your big fucking cock'?"

"Yes."

"And the noise I made when I came? When I screamed?"

"Very much."

"That's very good, Anthony. Very good." She gave Anthony's thigh a squeeze. 

"It's important that you get in touch with your sexuality. That you know what it is that turns you on the most."

Anthony shifted in his seat. His cock was so hard it hurt.

"Anthony, one last question." Thank God, he thought. I don't think I can take this much longer.

"Are you excited now?"

Anthony didn't answer.

"Yes, I see definite signs of male sexual response here." Her fingers pressed against his bulge. 

"Anthony, has our conversation caused you to become aroused?"

"Uh-huh" he said, unable to speak.

"That must be uncomfortable. Is it uncomfortable for you, Anthony?"

"Yes."

"Why you should relieve the pressure, Anthony. That can't be comfortable at all. Here, let me help you."

She unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped his fly. He slid his pants down his legs. His cock tented his boxers.

"Now that still doesn't look very comfortable. Wouldn't it be better to take these off too?"

She slid down his boxers and there he was, in all his glory. She marvelled at the size of his penis.

"There, that's better. I'm sorry, I should have realized our conversation would result in a stimulative response. It must have been so painful cooped up like that. Here, perhaps if I gave it a little massage."

She gently brushed her fingers over his long, hard shaft. His cock stiffened and throbbed under her touch. 

"That's better. Would a little oral stimulation help it feel better?"

"Yeah, I think so" said Anthony with great relief.

She knelt in front of him, between his legs, and guided his hard cock to her lips. She opened her mouth and gently took the tip between her lips. Her tongue slid over the tip, feeling the ridges and tickling the tender underside. It felt so good he squirmed in his chair. After a few minutes, she lifted her head. Her hand kept stroking him.

"I must admit that conducting the inventory caused me some significant stimulation as well. I definitely felt my heart rate quickening and my vagina becoming exceedingly wet."

She stood dropped her skirt to the floor. Her hand slipped under her panties. 

"Yes, I'm quite wet. Here, feel."

She took his finger in her hand and slid it under her panties into her slit. It was dripping wet.

"You see, even the therapist is not totally immune to tranference."

She pulled her panties off, standing before him. She gripped the arms of the chair and spread her legs as he fingered her.

"Yes, I have the same reactions as you. I need the same relief from pent up libidinal urges."

She started to unbutton her blouse. He was inserting two fingers inside her now, his thumb on her clit. Her eyes were closed and she started to touch her breasts through her lacy bra. 

"My breasts sometimes feel confined too. They feel so much better when they're released from binding clothes."

She pulled off her blouse, reached behind her back, and unclasped her bra. Her full breasts sprung forth, in front of his face. 

"Take off your shirt, Anthony. To feel completely unencumbered. That's it."

They were both naked now. Her hands ran over his strong, muscled body. His pecs were big and well-defined, his arms muscular and thick. His abs were rippled, his shoulders broad. He had a washboard stomach and she ran her fingers over it appreciatively. God, he was built. 

Anthony's hands cupped her breasts, his fingers sliding gently over her nipples. It felt wonderful. He felt them getting harder, bigger. She leaned towards him and slowly brought her breast to his face. He opened his mouth and she inserted her extended nipple between his lips. He began to suck and lick it hungrily.

"I like it when you suck my nipples, Anthony. I get very excited when you do that. Yes, I can definitely feel my pussy getting wetter. Roll the nipple in your tongue. That's it. Like that. Oh, yes. That feels so good. Now, suck hard, Anthony. Suck really hard. Ohhhhhhhh!"

He was sucking her grape-size nipple with abandon now and it was making his cock throb. He felt bigger and harder than he had ever been.

"I'm going to mount you now" she said, as she put her legs over the arms of the chair. She was facing him, with legs spread and draped over the leather arms. He held his rockhard cock upright and slowly she lowered herself. She felt it press against her wet pussy like a large, hot muscle. She slowly pressed into him, and felt his huge tip spread her lips. She gasped. As it popped inside her, she let out a shriek. 

"Yes!" she cried. "God I want your cock!"

Anthony's head was spinning. He raised his hips and sunk the hard mass deeper inside her. She moaned. He rotated his hips and she felt the thick shaft brush her clitoris. She moaned again. 

"Go slow" she gasped. "Oh my God, it's so fucking good" she moaned. "Feel how wet I am. My pussy is so wet for you, Anthony. Your big cock makes me so fucking wet."

Her words made him want to come so badly. But he held off. He took his time. Pushing into her a half inch at a time. Letting her adjust to his size. Making it last.

"God, yes" she moaned, as she arched her back, head tilted back, eyes closed. Her chest heaved and her breasts strained upward. Her nipples were standing straight out. He cupped one in each hand and slid his fingers back and forth over the nipples, rolling them, playing with them. Her breath intake revealed how sensitive they were. He pinched them, gently at first, then harder, tweaking the rosy flesh. She moaned again. 

Using her legs as levers, she started to raise and lower herself on his gigantic cock. She was used to him now, as used as she'd ever be to something so big. She felt him filling her insides, invading her warm wet folds. He was going so deep, spreading her so wide. It felt glorious.

His hands were caressing her body now, her slender hips, her round ass, her beautiful back. He couldn't stop feeling her skin, so smooth and velvety. She loved the feeling of his strong hands on her body. He was so big and strong, she felt dominated by him, like he could break her in two with one thrust. Still, straddling him like this, she felt in control too. In control of the pace and the rhythm, and importantly, how deep he went.

And God, he went deep. So fucking deep. And how he spread her. Filled her. His shaft was so thick, it rubbed against her clit with each stroke. Oh, THIS is what sex is supposed to be! Riding this gorgeous stud and feeling his giant cock deep in me. She wanted him so bad. She felt her orgasm approaching and she quickened the pace. She was taking him deep now. Her hands were on his shoulders, gripping the hard muscles. She grinded her pussy into him and let out a long anguished moan. The waves of her orgasm washed over her. 

When her orgasm finally subsided, she opened her eyes and saw him watching her, looking at her breasts longingly. Her chest was still heaving, and her breasts raised and lowered at his face level. 

"I like to watch you come" he said, quietly. 

"Does it turn you on?" she asked. 

"Yes."

"Does it excite to know that you can make me come like that? That your body can fuck my body until I come like that? That your cock can give me such pleasure?"

"Very much."

"Do you know what would excite me more than anything?"

"What?" 

"Watching you come. Feeling you come. Deep inside me. Feeling your your big, hard cock shooting cum deep inside me. Will you do that for me? Please?"

"Sure" he gulped.

"I want to give you the greatest orgasm of your life. I want to know what will turn you on more than anything. Tell me."

Anthony looked at her heaving breasts and swallowed. 

"My breasts? Do you like my breasts, Anthony?" 

She took her hands and touched her breasts, arching her back for him. She rubbed the nipples. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her. He was loving this. 

"I like that you like my breasts, Anthony. I'm rather proud of them you know. I like it when you touch them. And suck them. You know, they're very sensitive."

She cupped one of the breasts in her hand and lifted it to her face. Her tongue reached out and licked the nipple. She gave out a little shudder.

"Ooooooh. Yes, they're very sensitive. It makes me really hot to think about you touching and sucking them. Does that excite you, Anthony."

"Oh yeah."

"I can tell because your cock is getting bigger inside me. Tell me, what do you want to do with my breasts, Anthony. You can do anything at all with them. They're yours. Just tell me what you want."

Anthony thought a moment.

"I want to suck them. While I come. I want to suck them and come at the same time."

"Oh, I'd like that, Anthony. I want you to do that to me. That makes me hot."

She raised her elbows high in the air, her hands in her hair. Her breasts lifted up gloriously. She started to slowly rotate her hips, rubbing against the tip of his cock. She arched her back and undulated her body, displaying her breasts for him. She was performing for him, like a lap dancer, rubbing herself against his crotch. Except his long, hard cock was buried in her up to the hilt.

She squeezed her upper arms together to press her breasts into one voluptuous mass. The nipples were side by side, big and hard.

"I want you to suck my breasts, Anthony. Please? It really excites me when you suck them. You know, when you suck my breasts, it makes me want to come. Did you know that? It's true. It gives me the best...orgasm...ever! Suck my breasts, Anthony. Make me come."

Instantly, Anthony buried his face in her bosom and found her nipples. He began sucking them voraciously, tonguing them, biting them. At the same time, his pelvis was pumping his cock in lightning thrusts. She cried out in pleasure. Knowing this was his secret fantasy made it more exciting for her. She wanted to take him to the highest height possible. She started to implore him in a hoarse, sexy voice.

"Yes! Now fuck me baby! Come on and fuck me!...That's it...Fuck me and suck me!...Give me your great big beautiful cock...That's it...Oh God, you feel so good!"

He was lifting his hips into her, sinking his cock in as far as it would go. He felt the tip pressing against her insides. She wanted it, now she was going to get it. Every... fucking... inch. Deeper. Deeper. Harder. Harder. Anthony was thrusting into her with everything he had. He was on the verge of orgasm.

She was crying out loudly now, her nails digging into his skin. Her body writhed on his thrusting cock. She was hotter than she'd ever felt. She wanted him to feel the same.

"Now, suck my nipples hard...Like that...Oh, baby, that's gonna make me come...Suck hard...Yes, I'm cumming...Suck and fuck me while I cum!...Yes!"

He gave one more thrust and buried his cock in her pussy. He grimaced and felt his sperm shoot deep within her, filling her warm, wet pussy. She let out a scream as her body started to shake and convulse. Her eyes rolled back in her head. Again he thrust and again she screamed and again he felt the flood of semen shoot inside her. One last explosion of cum and he was spent and she crumpled in his arms, her breasts pressed against his face. They stayed there the longest time, their bodies embracing. 

Their second session was definitely a success.



The Therapist Ch. 02



Kate looked back as she turned the corner and hoped she would get one more glimpse of Jake. She pulled alongside the Starlight Motel and stopped her SUV. "How could she do what she just did?" She thought. "How could she justify turning another patient into an object to satisfy her own deviant sexual needs?" Her mind raced. She had one more secret to keep; one more feeling to hide, but she couldn't get Jake out of her mind. She couldn't believe how Jake's cock felt buried inside her. She wanted to keep it there forever, but she was afraid of her emotions. God Jake was gorgeous and she felt comfortable with him -- that scared her. She really wanted to feel him sucking on her nipples right now. 

Kate slid a hand inside her blouse. She found her nipple. She pinched and fondled it under her pushup bra while she relived the last ninety minutes she spent with Jake. Her hand performed the duties that Jake had done minutes ago. Without even thinking, Kate's other hand crept down to her crotch. She could feel her cum on the crotch of her jeans. She rubbed it with her finger and brought it to her nose. She loved the smell of her pussy juice. She lightly rubbed her pussy through her jeans. The whole time she thought about Jake's cock. How she exploded on it, and he exploded in her. She slid her hand inside her pants and under her thong. She found her silky slit and marveled at how wet it still was. She dipped her finger into her pussy to wet it and then brought it to her clit. It didn't take long and she was thrusting into her hand thinking about Jake's cock and how deep it went. She tried to mimic his cock with her fingers, but they were just too short and not nearly thick enough. She settled for rubbing her clit and before long she was bucking against her fingers. She knew her Yukon was rocking a little, but she didn't care. Kate bucked against her hand remembering how she had fucked Jake. When she came, she oozed more cum from her already soaked pussy. Her jeans were really soaked now, and they squeaked when she moved against the soft leather seats. She glanced at her watch. She had thirty minutes before her next appointment. The nice thing about this small town is you are never more than five minutes from anywhere, so she had time to go home and change. She slipped the Yukon in drive and headed towards the house.

As she pulled into the driveway, she saw her neighbor, Sam, watering his plants. He was such a nosey neighbor and always seemed to pester her. He would flirt with her and try to get her to flirt back, but Sam was John's friend and because of that, she wanted nothing to do with him. He waved as she pulled in and started to head her direction. She pressed the remote for the garage door opener and drove inside and shut the door before he could ever get there. John's truck was gone, so she was thankful she wouldn't have to face him. She sat there thinking about her morning and felt that familiar urge again. 

She thought. "How am I going to turn this off today?" 

She climbed out of her SUV and went into the house. Instead of just changing clothes, Kate thought a shower might calm her down and get her to focus on the rest of her day. She had time to shower and change as long as she didn't linger in the shower. She trotted up the steps to her bedroom. John was thoughtful enough to let her have the master bedroom when they quit sleeping together. This was her quiet place where she enjoyed her time alone. She quickly stripped. She looked at the crotch of her jeans and they definitely were soaked. She brought them to her nose and smelled the mixture of her's and Jake's cum. She thought for a second about tasting it the next time they did this. She shook her head trying to get those thoughts out of her mind and tossed her soiled clothes in the hamper. 

Kate loved her walk in shower. The big showerhead produced the rain effect that always felt good to Kate. The water flowed over her body removing the stress she was feeling at the moment. She grabbed a wash rag and soaped it up. She lathered her body with soap and slowly washed her anxieties away. She ran the wash cloth over her breasts, and her nipples instantly grew hard. The butterflies started flitting in her stomach again.

"My God" she thought. "What am I going to do with myself today?"

She knew she had to get out of this mood, but how? She finished up quickly -- denying the urge to masturbate again. Kate quickly dressed in something loose. She felt constrained and needed room to breathe. She decided to go braless hoping to relieve that restricted feeling. Her t-shirt felt good against her naked breasts. She slipped on a pair of sweat pants then ran downstairs and climbed back in her car. She pressed the remote and waited for the door to open. She backed out of the garage and down the driveway. Sam was still outside watering his plants. He waved at Kate, but she didn't wave back. He didn't know either way because of the limousine tint on the windows. Kate had them tinted that dark because she always wanted her privacy.

Kate reached into her purse and pulled out her cell phone and made a call. 

"Hello Carly, it's Kate Glass. Yes, we have an appointment in a few minutes...Is there a possibility we can reschedule that for later today? How about in a couple of hours, say two o'clock...Sure, I'll see you then. Bye."

She dials the phone again. "Jane, it's Kate. I need to see you. Can I stop by now? Okay, see you in a few."

Kate was already on her way to Jane's house, as she knew Jane would see her any time. Kate and Jane met in grade school and had been friends ever since. Kate and Jane knew everything about each other. Jane had helped Kate with her addiction many times. She knew what it took to calm Kate down. There were also times when she would cover for Kate or produce a solid alibi. The love Kate and Jane shared was more than friends -- it was like family. 

She pulled up in front of Jane's house and shut the car off. She sat there for a few seconds. Kate had not spent a lot of time with Jane recently. She attributed it to her work, but in reality, Kate was fueling her addiction, and she knew it. That's what she came to talk to Jane about. She got out of the car and walked up the sidewalk. Kate knocked on the door. 

From behind the door, she heard Jane. "It's open Kate, come on in."

Kate walked in and kicked off her flip-flops at the door. "Where are you?"

Jane replied. "I'm in the kitchen."

Kate walked back to the kitchen where Jane was cutting up vegetables and tossing them in a crock pot. Kate tossed her purse on the table. When Jane heard that, she put down the knife and turned around. She spread her arms wide and Kate walked right into them. They hugged for a long time. 

"Jane, I've missed you so much." Jane pulled back and then kissed Kate. Their tongues met and the passion exploded inside Kate. They had never had passionate sex, but Jane knew how to kiss. Kate moaned into Jane's mouth, and when she did, she felt that familiar urge again, and her pussy started to ache. Her nipples got hard and Jane felt them pressing against her thin tank top. Jane released Kate's mouth, but they still held one another.

"What's going on Kate? I haven't seen you for a couple of weeks, and you haven't called."

Kate looked down in shame. "I know Jane. I've been busy working."

"Working or feeding your addiction, Kate?"

"I've been working." Kate was still looking at the floor. She was lying and she knew Jane could tell. "Okay, I've been feeding my addiction, but I have been working."

Jane sighed. "Oh Kate, what am I going to do with you?" Jane pulled Kate's head down to her shoulder and rubbed her back.

"I don't know Jane, please forgive me. I need your help."

Jane knew what that meant. That was a queue for what was to happen next. She hated doing this to Kate, but she knew it helped her for a little while. She moved her hand from Kate's back and grabbed Kate by the hair. She yanked her head back and slapped her hard across the face. 

"You nasty fucking slut! How dare you come here asking for forgiveness!" Jane drug Kate by the hair through the house and into the master bedroom. She threw Kate onto the bed and jumped on top of her. She ripped Kate's t-shirt open exposing her tits. She put a hand over Kate's mouth and slapped her tits hard. Kate screamed into her hand, and Jane slapped them again. 

"You little slut! You're out fucking anything you can, and then come here wanting forgiveness!" She continued to slap them until they turned a nice shade of red. Once Jane quit slapping Kate's tits, she could see that Kate's nipples were rock hard. She bent her head down and took one of them into her mouth and bit it hard. Kate screamed again only to have it muffled by Jane's hand. She rose up and took the other nipple in her mouth and bit down on it as well. When Jane released it, she could see the tears in Kate's eyes. Jane got up and slipped off the bed. She reached down and grabbed Kate's sweat pants at the bottom, and in one yank, they came flying off. Kate laid there completely exposed. .

Jane barked at Kate. "Look at you slut. You're an embarrassment." Jane reached into the night stand and took out some rope. She quickly bound Kate to the four poster bed. Kate was spread eagle -- exposed and vulnerable. She slid a blind fold over Kate's eyes. She slapped her tits again, but not nearly as hard, and Kate flinched. "I don't know what I'm going to do with you Kate, but I'll be back." With that, Jane left the room.

Kate couldn't hear Jane leave because the room was carpeted, and the lush carpet absorbed any sound made when Jane walked on it. If Jane didn't say a word, she would never know when she came back. Kate was alone with her thoughts now. 

Jane went to the kitchen. She walked to the wine rack and took a bottle of Cabernet from the rack. She grabbed a wine glass and the cork remover. She sat at the breakfast bar and uncorked the bottle. She poured a little into the glass. She swirled it letting it breathe. It was only twelve o'clock, but in order to do what Kate needed, she needed to relax a little. Besides, she knew leaving Kate like that, over-excited Kate. By the time she would go back to Kate, Kate's pussy would be soaking wet. Jane pushed those thoughts aside. She took a short sip of the wine and swirled it with her tongue before swallowing it. Mmm. Jane loved her wine and this was good. She poured a full glass this time. She rested her elbows on the bar and sipped the glass of wine. She wondered what she could do about Kate. She tried to help her with her addiction, but she was no professional and didn't know how to really help her.

She picked up her glass and walked to the master bedroom. She looked at Kate lying there on the bed tied up spread eagle. She was so beautiful. Why did this have to happen to her? She was such a wonderful person. Jane stared hard at Kate looking for something and she finally saw it. Kate's mouth fell open and her body twitched. That was what Jane was watching for. Kate had worked herself up mentally and was already having mini-orgasms. Jane never understood how that could happen. She had tried that before, but it didn't work for her. She watched Kate some more, and it seemed to happen every forty-five seconds like clockwork. Jane walked around in front of Kate and she could see the puddle of cum that pooled at the base of Kate's ass where it touched the bed. Jane shook her head in disbelief. She turned and quietly left the room.

She reached the kitchen and walked over to the bar where the bottle of wine sat waiting for her. She refilled her glass and sat back down. She felt like she could do what needed to be done after she finished this glass of wine. She sipped it slowly wanting it to last. She hated doing this to Kate and she wanted to prolong it as long as possible. Kate hadn't asked for help for numerous months. Jane thought Kate was doing okay but obviously she wasn't. She sipped on her wine and she could feel the affects -- that sense of calm. She walked back to the master bedroom and looked at Kate again. Her mouth was open and she twitched every thirty seconds or so. She wondered. 'What was going on in Kate's mind? What was she thinking?' Kate twitched again. 'My God, that wasn't even thirty seconds. It was more like twenty.' She watched on and in another twenty seconds Kate twitched again. Jane knew she needed to do it soon. She had never let Kate get this far along. She didn't know what would happen to Kate if the mini-orgasms came any quicker.

Jane left the room and headed to the guest bedroom. She opened the closet and reached up and grabbed a box labeled Kate. She set it on the bed and opened it. She pulled out the cat-o-nine-tails. She laid it on the bed and reached in the box again. This time she pulled out the extra large dildo. It was fifteen inches long and three inches across. The next items were the strap-on dildo harness and the largest attachment she had, a nine inch cock that was two inches across. The last thing out of the box was a ball gag because she didn't need the neighbors calling the police. Jane pulled off her shorts and put the harness on. She picked up the rest of the objects and headed to the master bedroom. 

She stopped at the doorway and looked at Kate. She was twitching about ever ten seconds now. Jane walked around in front of Kate and looked at her pussy. It had a white film covering her slit and a large amount of cum covered the bedspread. Jane was always amazed at how much Kate could come. Jane walked to the head of the bed and put the items on the nightstand. She grabbed the ball gag that was already fitted to Kate's head and slipped it into her mouth and fastened it behind her head. Kate didn't move. It was almost like Kate was in her own little world. Kate's twitching was coming about every five seconds. She was almost to the point of a continuous orgasm. Jane clipped the nine inch dildo on to the harness. She grabbed the cat-o-nine-tales and walked to the foot of the bed. She raised it over her head and thwack. She smacked Kate's pussy mound hard with it. Kate screamed against the ball gag and her body convulsed. Jane had just sent Kate over the edge. For the next hour, Jane wouldn't say a word to Kate. It didn't matter because Kate was in her own little world now.

Kate appeared to have a very powerful orgasm with only on swat of the whip. Her body shook as if she was having a seizure. Jane hit her again, and again. Each time Kate screamed into the ball gag. Jane stopped for a moment. Kate's body was twitching constantly. She looked at Kate's pussy and it was oozing white cum. She looked at Kate's tits and her nipples were rock hard. Kate let one blow go across both of her tits. Kate screamed again. Jane loved the way Kate's tits looked, so she didn't punish them any further. Besides, they were still red from slapping them earlier. She removed the rope from the bedpost that restrained Kate's leg. She retied it to the post that restrained her arm. She did the other leg the same way. Kate was now wide open and exposed perfectly to Jane. Kate's legs were spread wide, and Jane had the best access to Kate's pussy and ass. Jane expertly used the cat-o-nine-tails on Kate. Every swat landed perfectly. She alternated between Kate's ass and her pussy landing blows directly on her pussy lips. She switched sides every now and again and did it again. With every swat Kate would flinch. She was no longer screaming into the gag but sounded like she was crying. 

Jane hated this. It hurt her so much to do this to Kate. She stopped the torture to Kate's pussy and ass. Kate continued to flinch in anticipation of the next smack. Jane looked at Kate's pussy and ass, and they were red. There were welts where the whip had landed both on her ass and pussy lips. Jane knew Kate would really hurt later, but this is what Kate needed. Kate was calming down some. She was no longer flinching from her expectations of the next crash of the whip. Jane raised her arm again and landed a solid blow on Kate's ass. Kate screamed and a little trickle of blood came from the wound that Jane had just inflicted on Kate's ass. Jane raised her arm one more time and landed a solid blow on Kate's pussy lips. The whip was perfectly placed and Kate was now bleeding from her pussy lips as well. Kate was sobbing uncontrollably. Jane was done. She could no longer whip Kate.

Jane climbed up on the bed between Kate's legs. She looked down at Kate's pussy and her lips were red and swollen. The whip had definitely taken its toll on her. Jane touched Kate's ass and Kate jumped. Startled by the soft touch she just felt. Jane ran her finger up Kate's slit. Kate twitched, but amazingly, Kate's pussy was soaked, and cum ran down her ass. It was time for the new assault on Kate. Jane didn't say a word but put the strap-on dildo right at Kate's pussy lips and thrust hard into Kate. Kate gasped through the ball gag. Jane began thrusting in and out of Kate. At first, she was slow and deliberate, but knowing what Kate needed, she quickly sped up the pace. Jane fucked Kate like a crazy woman pounding her pussy with fury. Kate bucked under Jane's pounding. Kate had one tremendous orgasm after another until she finally collapsed on the bed. Jane wasn't done with her yet.

Jane reached up and grabbed the monster dildo from the nightstand. This was where she would break Kate. She pulled the strap-on dildo out of Kate's sopping pussy. She unhooked the dildo from the harness and tossed it on the floor. She had a fleeting thought. ''How do guys function with that thing hanging between their legs?" She shrugged it off and grabbed the huge dildo. She put it at the entrance to Kate's pussy, and without saying a word, she started shoving that monster inside Kate. Kate screamed once again into the ball gag. Kate's pussy was still soaked with cum, and before long, Jane had the head of that monster cock inside Kate's swollen pussy. She worked it in and out of Kate pushing it deeper with each stroke. She finally got eleven inches of it in and decided that was enough. She grasped the dildo and started fucking Kate hard in and out of her pussy stretching it wide. Jane couldn't believe that Kate could take that monster. She watched as Kate convulsed multiple times. Each one was a little less than the last. Kate's body finally became limp. Jane rammed her with that monster cock a few more times to make sure Kate was done. There was no response from Kate, so Jane untied Kate and let her limbs fall to the bed. She removed the ball gag and the blind fold. Kate's eyes were closed. She looked at Kate and felt ashamed. The same shame she always felt when she finished with Kate. 

She bent down and kissed Kate's lower lip. Kate didn't move. Her body no longer twitched, and Jane knew Kate was at peace with herself right now. Jane pulled a sheet out of the dresser drawer and covered Kate. She knew it would take hours for Kate to recover. She walked into the kitchen and poured the last glass of wine from the bottle. She sat at the bar and set the glass down. She put her head into her hands and began to cry. She loved Kate so much, and now it was time to cover for Kate.

While wiping her eyes, she reached over and grabbed Kate's purse. She pulled out Kate's cell phone and her appointment book. She opened it to today. Kate was supposed to see Carly Simms today at 2:00 and Grady Stone at 4:00. It was now 1:15. There is no way Kate could make those appointments today. Jane opened Kate's cell phone. She hit the send button and it brought up a list of recent calls. There was Carly's name just below hers. She scrolled down to the entry and pressed send again. The phone rang twice then a woman answered. "Hello. Is this Carly Simms? Great. Carly, this is Jane Dawson. I'm a friend of Kate Glass. Yeah, Kate wanted me to call you. She isn't feeling well and needs to reschedule your appointment. She said she'll call you tomorrow. Okay. Thank you too. Bye."




The Therapist Ch. 02



"That went well." She said to herself. Now to find Grady's number. She hit the send button again and scrolled down. "Here we go." She hit the send button again. The phone rang several times before and elderly man answered. "Hello, is this Grady Stone? Great. Mr. Stone, this is Jane Dawson. I'm a friend of Kate Glass. Yeah, Kate wanted me to call you and let you know she will have to reschedule your appointment...Yeah, she's okay. She said she will call you tomorrow. Okay? Great. Thank you Mr. Stone...Goodbye." 

With Kate's appointments out of the way, Jane needed to call Kate's boss. She hit the send one more time and scrolled down to Glenda Chase and pressed the send again. She hated to lie to Glenda, but she knew she had to. The phone rang and a secretary answered. "Hi, could I speak to Glenda Chase. Sure I'll hold...Hi Glenda it's Jane. I'm fine. Listen, Kate stopped by a little while ago for lunch and she developed a migraine headache. Yeah, she's going to be fine. I just wanted you to know that she is resting here for a while. She rescheduled her appointments before she laid down, and asked me to tell you that she will double up on them tomorrow. I will. Thanks Glenda....I will....Goodbye." Jane closed Kate's cell phone and put it and the appointment book back in Kate's purse. 

Jane went to the guest room to the box labeled Kate. It was still open on the bed. She took the baby monitor out and headed back to the master bedroom. She walked into the room and looked at Kate. Kate just laid there. Her body wasn't twitching any more and her breathing was steady. She looked so calm, so content. Jane put the baby monitor on the night stand. She gathered up the other items and took them to the kitchen. Jane set the toys down on the counter next to the sink and the baby monitor next to her glass on the bar. She put the stopper in the sink, squirted some dish soap in it, and started running the warm water. She went to the cabinet and got down some items to make a salve that she would later put on Kate's wounds. She measured the items and put them in a bowl. She stuck the bowl in the microwave and heated the concoction until it was warm and runny. She stirred the mixture until it was creamy and stuck it in the refrigerator to thicken. She washed off the dildos and ball gag and put them back in the box for the next time. 

"Next time." she thought. "My god it seems like there will always be a next time." Jane started to cry again. "How could she do this again? This hurt her to the very core let alone what it does to Kate." Jane went back to the kitchen and picked up her glass of wine. She nursed that glass for a long time waiting for a noise from the baby monitor.



The Therapist Ch. 03



I looked into his eyes and could see the fear and fascination there. I looked familiar to him but just as equally foreign. He turned his head to the side to get a better look. He lifted his chin, looking down his nose. I did the same. It was hard not to.

He didn't recognize that we were the same person. He always thought of himself as a man but he didn't know that there was a girl inside of him.

Me. I'm that girl. I've been with him all of his life. He's caught glimpses out of the corner of his eye, as if I were standing behind him, just out of sight, but he hasn't looked me in the eyes... until now.

I'm Wendy. He's Louis. He used to call the shots, keeping me trapped in a well deep inside of him until Dr. Herzog helped me escape. Since then I've been making my presence known more and more in Louis's life. I come out fully when she puts him into a hypnotic trance, yes, but there are other ways I make my presence known. If he realized it, Louis would see that he holds his drinks with his pinky extended daintily. He'd hear that his voice has gone up a bit in its pitch. And he'd realize that his mouth waters a little bit whenever he sees an attractive man.

I'll admit it. I'm a cockslut. I've got a voracious appetite for it. Every time the phone rings at Louis's place, I get a little shiver down my spine, hoping that it'll be Dr. Herzog on the other end of the line giving him his trigger word to release me from my masculine bonds. When this happens, it's Louis that fades into the background while I step into the spotlight. I feel like a star. I'm the center of attention at the Herzogs when I go to their place.

There are times, like this, where Louis is given the chance to confront me. To see himself for what he should be. Tonight Dr. Herzog invited me out and let Louis see me. It was time that he and I had a little chat. The most he tries to deny that I exist, the more difficult it's become for me to come out, despite all of the hypnotic conditioning Dr. Herzog has put in place for my ease of entry into the world.

"Why do you resist me?" I asked him, my mouth forming a perfect little pout. I could see this because he could see this.

"I... I don't want you around. You're ruining my life!" he shouted. I noticed that he avoided any sibilant sounds. I'd gotten him lisping ever so slightly like Cindy Brady. He knew this because I knew this.

"Am I really? Is that what you think? You've seen the world through my eyes and lived it the way I want to live. Isn't that better? Haven't you had fun? Hasn't it been super?" I just had to add that last part to give him a good sissy lisp.

"No!" he whined. "I don't want any part of it! You're making me do things I don't want!"

"Like what?"

"Everything! The clothes! The way I act!"

"The way you feel about men?"

"Yes! Especially that!"

"Oh, don't be coy. Don't try to tell me that you don't enjoy that. I've been with you all your life. I know everything you've ever thought and all of your fantasies. I've been there as you've jacked off thinking of the jock who saw you naked at the gym. I've felt you get hard while watching porn, not because of the women but because of the men. I'm simply doing all of the things you've always wanted to do but never would."

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Normally I'd be concerned if a patient of mine were having such a heated conversation with themselves while staring in a mirror. Yet, this is exactly how I knew this would happen. I had found Wendy inside of Louis during an early hypnosis session. I could picture her as a little girl, a lost urchin starving and shaking from fear hidden amongst trappings of macho bullshit that Louis had piled on over the years, trying to keep Wendy repressed.

I found the little girl and helped raise her, so to speak. I knew that her presence was the key to Louis's personality and so many of the issues he couldn't resolve. How could he? He was denying himself -- much like he was dong now.

Tonight I hoped to resolve some of the conflict between the masculine and feminine sides of Louis's personality and allow the feminine to win. I was sissifying him, giving Wendy the upper hand. I didn't want to eradicate Louis from existence, rather, I wanted to torment him with his own desires. Wendy embodied those painfully frightening feelings and she was my greatest ally in this process.

"Wendy, perhaps you should show Louis just exactly what he needs," I chimed in. I could tell that they were at an impasse and I hoped this tilted the scales. My powers of persuasion and hypnosis could only go so far, even with the farther-reaching hypnotic triggers that had been set up by his Aunt when he was a boy. She was the person who kept Wendy alive through Louis's sexual awakening and initial subjugation but her training of Louis ceased when she had to move to the West Coast, leaving him adrift.

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Dr. Herzog knew exactly what I needed to do to show Louis that I was his true face.

I heard the pleasantly familiar buzz from Dr. Herzog's intercom, letting her husband, Charles, know that his services were needed. Or, rather, that he was needed to be serviced. I've only had a few dozen men with which to compare him, but Charles was my most favorite. I love the way he makes me feel. If anything, I think I have gotten a little crush on him. I hope Dr. Herzog doesn't mind.

I walked over to the center of the room with Louis walking with me. I tried to kneel where Charles liked me to be but my knees were locked.

"No, I won't!" Louis shouted.

"But you want to," I said.

"No, I don't!"

I closed my eyes and thought of all the men that the Herzogs had introduced me to. The wonderful feelings that they gave me and how they satisfied the cravings that I had had for my entire life. I heard their moans mixed with mine. I felt the physical feelings, yes--the hard heat in my mouth and pussy--but also the satisfaction of pleasing.

Into my hand I felt the hot hardness that I loved so much. It was like touching an electric fence. The world stopped and a jolt traveled through my body. I opened my eyes to see Charles standing in front of me, towering over me, his hand over mine, over his erection.

"This," I said, "is what you need. Can't you feel it? Won't you bend to it?"

I could feel Charles's pulse pounding through his sex. My mouth was watering and I felt my clit get hard in my panties. Moreover, I could feel Louis's resolve weakening. He wanted Charles's cock. He needed this because I did.

I sank now to my knees. Hesitant, shaky, but down I went. I trailed my hand over Charles's sex, tracing the ridge around the head of his massive cock. I heard a groan, looked to Charles, and realized it wasn't him making the noise. It was coming from my mouth... it was Louis groaning, feeling the desire that burned inside of me... of us. 

Normally, I'd have had my lips wrapped around Charles by now but I wanted to take it slow and easy to let Louis realize just how wonderful servicing a man could be; how marvelous a cock is. I could feel my mouth watering as my fingers played across the ridged surface, feeling the velvet soft mushroom head, running a finger down along the underside of his tool to the base.

I leaned forward and took in the strong heady scent of manhood. It was intoxicating. My eyes closed as I moved closer, my mouth opening. Then I stopped and forced my eyes open. I wanted Louis to see everything, experience it all. I looked at him in the mirror with his own Charles there, cock standing at attention in his hands. As I leaned forward, so did he. Our eyes were locked as we licked the tip of Charles's cock, tasting the salty sourness of man.

We opened our mouths wider and, likewise, Louis opened his eyes wider. I could see the freight there.

"It's all right," I thought to him. "I'll be here to guide you. You're safe."

And with that, we took Charles into our mouth, feeling the bulbous head roll over our lips and onto our tongue. The soft hardness filling our eager mouths. We heard him moan and felt the satisfaction that comes with pleasing. This made us move our heads further onto him.

Usually Charles likes to put a hand in my hair and direct me as I suck him but this time he just let me lead Louis through the experience. I wanted him to savor every inch and every sensation.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," thought Louis.

"This is what you were born to do," I told him. "You were made for making men happy. You were born to suck cock." With that, I leaned in even closer, taking Charles as deep as I could without gagging. A few faint wisps of his pubic hair tickled my nose.

I began moving my head back and forth along his shaft, slowly easing him in and out, wanting to go faster but hesitant to scare Louis.

Without warning, however, I felt my head moving quicker. It wasn't me doing this. It was Louis. I smiled inwardly and knew that we had just made a breakthrough.

A low moan came from deep within as Louis took Charles deeper than I had felt comfortable going before. The hunger had him. He needed to feel more, to know what it meant to feel that emptiness filled. Our throat worked, swallowing Charles as deeply as we could.

Charles joined with his own moan and swore under his breath as Louis worked his cock like he was born to it, just as I had told him, just as I knew.

Usually I can tell when Charles is climaxing from the forceful way he fucks my face, pumping as deep as he can. But perhaps something about Louis's mouth was different for Charles simply let out another low, guttural moan before unleashing a flood into our mouth. This was Louis's first taste of cum and swallowed it down with demanding thirst.

Spent, Charles pulled out and I heard Louis say, "I want more." I knew that he had joined me and I began to feel whole for the first time in a long time.

"Wendy?" Dr. Herzog asked, "Is Louis still here?"

"He's somewhere inside of me, Doctor. He's content and knows that I am the real person that he always needed to be."

She smiled and told me that when I wasn't called forth from Louis's subconscious that I would be much more present in his life. More than fleeting effeminate gestures, he would feel far more like the girl he truly is. I would be calling more of the shots. He would feel my hunger and be a cockslut. He would be this way because I am this way. 



The Therapist Ch. 03



The day after Anthony's second therapy session with Charlotte McKensie, when he was effectively seduced by her, he started having second thoughts. The sex was amazing, she seemed to know exactly how to send him over the edge, but he also felt somehow manipulated. She played this role of sex expert, asked him all these questions, got him all turned on, and then sort of...well...used him. It was fun, and exciting as hell, but he also felt like HE wanted to be the one doing the seducing, the one in control. It just didn't sit right with him. He decided not to go back for another session.

When Charlotte called him the next day after school, he just sent the call to voicemail. I probably should talk to her, he thought to himself. But when she gets that Vice Principal voice and starts peppering me with questions about what turns me on, do I like this, do I get turned on by that, I just seem to freeze up. He decided to work up his courage and then break it off.

Then there was Angela. Angela was his high school sweetheart, a petite gymnast/cheerleader who loved him to death. She just didn't want to have sex with him. Well, she WANTED to have sex but she couldn't because they weren't compatible physically. She was a small girl, not only in stature but also...down there. When they tried to make love, it was painful for her. Too painful for her to enjoy it. So they gave up.

That's when Dr. McKensie, Charlotte, came into the picture. She taught him the art of seduction. How to build up the intensity. How to take it slow. She showed him how a woman could adjust herself to his body, "acclimate" she called it, so that she could accept even a guy as big as he was. If he could only get Charlotte's knowhow into Angela's body.

Angela was a smart, warm-hearted, athletic girl who just happened to be the hottest girl in school. At least he thought so. She had strawberry blond hair, intelligent green eyes, and full, bee-stung lips. She only stood 5'2", but had a tight little body, with perky little breasts and a great ass. Every guy in the school had the hots for her.

She was also a virgin. She didn't want anyone to know that. She had made up her mind to lose her virginity to Anthony. She admired him, liked his integrity, and was attracted to his dark Italian looks. After four months of going out, she decided she wanted him to be the one to share that ultimate intimacy. 

The big night was carefully planned. Her parents were out of town and they had her house to themselves. She made dinner for him, which they ate over candlelight. She had dressed for him, in a tight fitting mini-dress with a low cut neck. She'd even put on makeup for him, not much, just a touch of lipstick and some mascara to accentuate her cat eyes. They sat opposite each other at the table, telling stories, her bare feet reaching under the table to rest in his lap. Throughout dinner, she slowly massaged him with her toes. She could feel his hardness and that excited her. It was the prelude to what was to come. 

After dinner, he made a fire and they lay on a down comforter by the hearth. They kissed for the longest time, holding each other, their tongues intermingling. It was very romantic. Then, when she was ready, she took his hand and placed it on her breast. He knew it was time. He slowly reached under her shirt, slipping it under her bra, and cupped her pert breast. He caressed it, so perfect, so soft, brushing his fingers over the nipple until it became firm and extended. His hand found the other breast and caressed it til that nipple hardened. After a while, she took his hand and slowly lowered it to the spot between her legs. 

He was surprised by how wet she was already. Even through her thong he could feel the warm wetness. When he pulled down her thong, she raised her hips, another sign of her readiness. It was so exciting for him to have the green light, to know that she wasn't about to say "Don't". He forced himself to go slow. Very slow. He didn't want to blow it. He gently slipped his finger between the folds of her pussy. It felt so warm and wet. He let his finger slip inside her and was amazed at how tight she was. Even with one finger he could feel her pussy squeezing him.

"Let's get naked" she whispered. 

He pulled the dress over her head and took off her bra. What an awesome body she had. Years of gymnastics and cheerleading had sculpted a perfect, petite figure. She lay there with her pert breasts standing tall and her nipples pointing to the sky. Her little blond bush was partially shaved. He wondered if she'd done that just for tonight. He pulled off his own clothes and then started at her feet, slowly kissing one side and then the other, ever so gently, her ankles, her calves, her knees, the inside of her thighs. By the time his lips found her pussy, it was dripping wet.

He licked her for the longest time. He knew from feeling her with his finger that she was really, really tight. If she felt tight when he used just his index finger, how was it going to work when they tried to have intercourse?

So, he took his time, licking her labial lips, stroking her clit, and pushing his tongue deep into her pussy. She was tiny enough so that he could eat her pussy and still reach up with his strong arms and hold her firm, round breasts in his big hands, letting the nipples roll between his fingers. He began to flick her clit with his tongue and When she began to writhe he squeezed her breasts and tweaked her nipples until her body trembled and she came. She came quietly, biting her lower lip, but he could feel her pussy contracting on his tongue.

"Make love to me" she said after her orgasm passed. "I want to give my virginity to you."

He moved up so his face was next to hers.

"I want to be the one to take your virginity" he whispered, looking her in the eyes.

She wrapped her leg around his hips. 

"I want you to, Anthony. I want you to take my virginity. Take it. Right now."

He took his hard cock and began to rub the tip against her dripping wet pussy. She closed her eyes.

"We're going to be as close as two people can be" he whispered in her ear. 

He was slowly rubbing the tip of his cock up and down the length of her pussy. 

"We've going to be like one person, connected" he whispered again.

"Oh, yes" she whispered. "I want that."

He was rubbing her clit now. She was arching her back, her breasts pressed upward, and she was biting her lip. He was watching her, whispering in her ear.

"One body. Moving together. One breath. One life."

"Oh yes, Anthony. Do it. Do it now!"

He raised himself on top of her and slowly pushed his cock against her pussy. He felt the warm, wet folds against the tip. He pushed harder.

Her eyes suddenly opened. Wide.

"Ow."

"Sorry."

"Try again."

He pushed the tip into her and she cried out. Louder this time.

"Ow!"

He pulled away and looked down at her pussy.

"Maybe if we tried spreading your lips more." 

He spread her labia with the fingers of one hand and pressed himself into her again.

"No! That hurts. I don't think you're doing it right!"

It went like this for nearly 45 minutes. He'd try, it would hurt. They'd stop. He'd try again. It was an unmitigated disaster.

That was what led to the first therapy session with Charlotte McKensie. She was a friend of Anthony's parents and she'd had experience with young people and sexual issues. Or so she said. She invited Anthony to her office after hours and one thing had led to another. The good news was he had sex, incredible sex, with a beautiful older woman and she enjoyed it as much as he did. The bad news was it wasn't Angela.

When Charlotte called again, Anthony decided to take the call. He had to resolve this once and for all. It was driving him nuts.

"Hello, Anthony?"

"Hi."

"Why haven't you been returning my calls?" Her voice sounded concerned.

"I've been busy." Anthony was a lousy liar.

"Anthony, what's wrong?"

"Nothing. I've just been busy."

"Anthony, is there something troubling you?"

"No. Well, yes. I don't know."

"Maybe you should come in and we can talk."

"No!" he said sharply.

There was a long pause.

"Anthony, did I do something to upset you?"

Anthony didn't respond.

"Didn't you enjoy our last session together?"

He was still silent.

"Anthony, communicate with me. Didn't you enjoy our time together yesterday? You seemed to. I could see you were very aroused. Didn't you like it when I sucked your cock? When I lowered my wet pussy onto your rock hard penis? When I rode you and let you suck my hard nipples? When you shoved your huge cock in me til I screa..."

"There you go again!" Anthony barked. "It's always 'do you like to suck my nipples, don't you like the way I suck your cock'. Well I don't care anymore, how do you like that? You're not the one I want. Angela is."

There was a long silence.

"I totally understand, Anthony" she said, contritely. "I think you're completely justified to feel that way."

"You do?"

"Yes, it's perfectly natural for you to want to take what you've learned and apply it in your existing relationship."

"Yeah. That's what I want."

"Of course you do. You've been longing for a fulfilling sexual experience and now that you know you can have that, you want to bring that to your relationship with Angela."

"Yes. Exactly."

"It's just...have you thought about Angela? Is she ready make the same leap?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, she hasn't had the benefit of the same experience as you. She's not yet at your level."

"That doesn't matter."

"Doesn't it? When you and Angela last tried to have intercourse, were you successful?" 

"No, but..."

"And your lack of success was attributable not to you, but to her, her body, wasn't it?"

"I guess so."

"You see, you've taken the leap to the next level but she hasn't. If you tried to have intercourse now, you would suffer the same outcome as before."

"But what am I supposed to do!" Anthony said, desperately.

"Don't worry. I have an idea of how we can remedy the situation. Angela needs to achieve the same breakthrough as you did. In order for the two of you to be on the same experience level. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"What we need to do is to help Angela achieve that breakthrough. Here's what I propose. Anthony, would you be willing to allow me to consult with Angela privately? To talk with her separate from you. Of course, I wouldn't reveal anything about what your and my, uh, therapy consisted of. That would be entirely separate. Would that be okay?"

"I don't know..."

"Don't you want to see if you and Angela can be compatible? Don't you think she deserves that?"

"Yeah, she deserves it."

"Good. Then why don't you tell Angela that you arranged for some couples therapy and that the first session is an individual one. I bet she'll be touched you care so much about your relationship to do that. Don't you agree?

"Yeah. She probably would be."

"Then why don't you bring Angela to my office tomorrow. Around 5?"

"OK. I'll talk to her."

"Thank you, Anthony. I assure you this is the right thing to do."

When Anthony hung up the phone, he felt a sense of relief. This whole thing might turn out okay after all.



The Therapist Ch. 03



"And it's a home run!" 

Cory silently padded down the wooden hallway towards the living room where what she guessed was 'Sports Center' blared from the television. Her eyes were greeted with the sight of Jake's large body lazily spread across her plush floral patterned sofa. Cory quickly turned on the balls of her toes to change before letting Jake knew she was awake, but the creak of floor made him turn his head towards her. "Good morning Sleeping Beauty, how ya feeling?" 

Cory consciously wrapped her arms around her waist. "G-good morning. I'm feeling okay, I guess? W-what about you?" She stuttered feeling exposed in the thin material of the coral baby doll that dipped low exposing the explosion of breast that her push bra created and reaching midthigh. 

"I'm good, just watching the tube. Hey are you hungry? I was thinking we could go grab a bite."

"Yeah, I am. Umm I can actually make some breakfast for us; it's not a big deal. Plus to be honest I really don't feel like putting on going out." She said while rubbing her head slightly

Jake greeted her response with a smile, "Okay I'll help you, I can do a thing or two in the kitchen. " Jake stood up and Cory realized that he only his boxers on, she swallowed hard trying not to focus on the hard contours of his chest and the way tiny speckles of hair lined his muscular arms and his stomach leading to-. "So you ready to cook?" Jake's voice invaded her thoughts

"Umm yeah, of course, let's go." Clearing her throat, Cory led the way to kitchen. Jake's eyes followed the sway of her hips and as she began taking things out of the fridge he took a moment to examine her from her red painted toes to her curved backside. A pair of lacy crème colored boy shorts could be seen through the sheer material of the flimsy baby doll she wore. Jake licked his lips and leaned casually against the counter to enjoy what he hoped would be his breakfast. The image of Cory leaned over the counter as he traced kissed down her backside came to mind. 

Cory knew she was hiding in the fridge, and decided it would look awkward if she just stood there and never brought anything out. Finally she collected butter, bacon, eggs, and milk from the fridge and laid them out on the counter space. Moving to the pantry she took out more ingredients and tried to focus on cooking; a task that usually relaxed her, but for some reason she couldn't focus, maybe it was the fact that she felt Jake's eyes boring into her. I know I'm not skinny, but am I seriously in that bad of shape, that he has to do that? I've been working out at HIS gym, geeze. It must be easy to be in great shape and feel like you can judge the "chubbies". Stop it, Cory you're being rude, even if it is in your mind and your mother raised you better than that. Just be a good hostess, fix him a nice breakfast and then he can go home. But he's so cute, damn.  Cory's face played a series of emotions, before Jake finally stepped in.

"Okay what do you need me to do? " Jake deep voice was in her ear and Cory who dropped the egg she holding on the counter.

Cory jumped and turned to find Jake right behind her, the warmness of his body radiating heat on her slightly chilled skin. Cory brought up a hand over her chest to soothe the drumming of her heart. "I didn't mean to scare you." Jake took in her beautifully disheveled appearance, from her slowly rising chest, to the way the soft curls of her hair looked messy and sexy. Her makeup had smudged a bit giving her eyes a sensual appearance. Her hazel eyes seemed to see everything about him he'd ever want a woman to and show everything he'd wanted to see in a woman's eyes. Her skin glowed and he wanted to taste the sweetness of her lips. 

"It's okay, why don't you got watch TV and I'll cook. It's the least I can do; you did take care of me last night. " 

"Are you sure, I don't mind helping you, I actually would like to-"

"No, really I insist, please. Let me do this for you" 

Jake looked at her once more, before turning and heading into the living room, as soon as she heard him head down the hall, she let out a long sigh. Cory, felt that she could finally focus. Lord that man makes me feel things I never thought I would. 

An hour later, Cory went to let Jake know breakfast was ready, and Jake once again followed her to the dining room, surprised at what he saw. Before him was a feast of eggs, bacon, sausage, quiches, oatmeal, biscuits, waffles, apple fritters and grits? Corry saw the look on Jakes face and immediately felt a little self conscious. "I-I didn't know what you liked so I thought better safe than sorry. Sorry about that."

"No, don't be, thank you, this is really nice. "

The two sat down and ate exchanging questions and answers. The two found that they had more in common than they thought, such as their love for dogs and the outdoors. Cory learned that after years of being the 'fat kid' Jake got in shape and eventually opened his own gym. She also learned that he was very close to his family, and that he was a Native New Yorker and avid Yankees fan, the last fact made her crinkle her face in dislike, which Jake found both cute, and hilarious. Jake learned that after graduating from college Cory had decided to move from Georgia to New York to see if she could make it in the Big Apple, she and her mom talked everyday and her dad and she often went to football games when she was in town. The attraction felt by the two seemed to grow more as information was exchanged and Jake thought he was in love when he asked Cory where she had bought the biscuits and she had politely informed them that she had made them. 

After eating, Cory rose to began clearing the table and was surprised when Jake held a hand motioning for her to sit before he began gathering the dishes and loading the dishwasher. Cory went to the kitchen to help and was told by Jake to go wait for him in the living room. When she hesitated Jake gave her a look, before swatting her on the behind. Cory slapped his hand before stalking off to the living room and chose to sit on the loveseat, because she knew it would put some distance between, because he would be forced to sit on the sofa. She didn't want to get her hopes up and throw herself at some guy who had no interest in her whatsoever. 

Jake strolled into the living and looked over at Cory who was curled up on the loveseat; damn she's so beautiful he thought to himself. He was surprised to see that the channel was still on ESPN and that Cory actually looked as though she was interested. "So you watch a lot of sports?"

"Yeah, I do."

"You ever been to a Yankees game"

"Umm no, I prefer not to watch games that will burn my eyes out of their socket, thanks" Cory replies sweetly. 

Jake laughed, "Well you live in New York now and to be an official New Yorker you have to go to a Yankees game, with me."

"Why do I have to go with you?" she smirked.

"Because I'm the official ambassador for the Yankees."

"Oh, well excuse me."

Cory cuddled more deeply into the sofa to find warmth in the chilly room, her body shivered a bit and her hand automatically went to grab the throw she kept on the back of the sofa, which she found was not there. Jake not missing her movements was quick to offer warmth. "Why don't you come over here I know you're cold. " 

"No, its okay, hey can you pass me that throw over there, please? "

"No, but you can come over here and share it will me."

"Why can't you just give it to me, I know you're not cold, you barely have any clothes on, you bear."

"Because Cory, being an adult about sharing." His tone was sarcastic and playful. 

"Fine." Cory pushed herself from the small loveseat, and walked the short distance to the sofa, she plopped down a short distance from Jake before smoothing the front of her baby doll to cover herself. 

"Cory you have move closer to get warm."

"You told me you would share the throw with me. Why do I have to get closer?" I mean it's not like I don't want to, but a girl has her limits. She can only take so much and how long has it been since I've had some action three, no wait four years. Damn I'm such a spinster. 

"Fine, but you still have to move closer or we can't share this little thing. " He said while scooting toward her and laying the throw out over them, but mostly her. He draped an arm around the back of the sofa pulling her closer until their thighs just barely touched. Jake took in the warm scent of cocoa butter lotion on her skin and the light scent of her perfume which had rubbed off on her sheets. Her scent was flirty and warm; it made him think of the sun shining through beautifully bloomed marigolds. 

The two sat in a comfortable silence; Cory trying to monitor the rising of her chest and her breathing, which she felt was too loud. Her skin begged to be touch with a tingle that made her bite her lip and release a slight moan. She glanced over at Jake who was intently watching her with a predatory gleam in his eye. Cory quickly turned her attention back to the TV, the tension stiff in the air. 

Cory awoke to the warm embrace of arms wrapped around her, one hand cupping her rounded bottom, the tightly curled around abdomen. She moved and felt the tension of arms around her loosen and move with her. As she brought her head up she was greeted with Jake whose eyes were equally sleep dazed. The two sat, wrapped in the embrace of each arms, before Jake slowly brought his gaze to from her beautiful face to her lips solely. Licking her lips, Cory's mind began to race as her imagination made up scenarios of them making love everywhere. Wait, don't have sex with him Cory that would be slutty especially the first time you've spent time with him.

Jake descended on Cory's lips like a lion in the Serengeti hunting down the warm body of his prey. He was greeted with soft lips that still had a tangy taste from the orange juice from breakfast. Cory felt as though the world were at an uneven angle and she moaned into full lips that were planted against hers, before take the bottom of Jakes lips between her teeth in a playful tease. This drove Jake crazy and he slowly began to explore here curved body with his hands. Cupping her breast with his hand ran a thumb over her hardened nipple as he grazed kisses down her neck. Jake gently led Cory's body to lay on the plush sofa before sitting back on his knees to look at her. He took in the lines and plains of her body as he saw Cory self consciously fold her arms around herself, before pulled them away. "Don't ever hide yourself from me Cory."

He began at her red painted toes, taking a foot in his hand and rubbing it gently before bringing it to his mouth to kiss his. He slowly began to work his kisses up her leg trailing to her hip bone and towards her breast. Cory tried to stifle the frustrated sigh as he kissed passed the part of her that longed to be kissed the most. Jake chuckled to himself knowing that he was working his beauty to frenzy, but he wanted her to put the insecurities he could read on her face out of her mind. He kissed her neck before working his way back down to the beautiful breast that he had wanted so much to worship. He pulled the lacy material aside, along with her bra her brown nipples were like chocolate covered cherries to the caramel cupcakes of her breast. He teased her nipples lightly with his tongue all while looking at her and was pleased when she sharply inhaled. He worked his way over to the other breast not wanting to leave it unkissed, before passionately kissing her lips again.

Cory felt a flush of wetness coat the lips of her pussy and she couldn't help but rub herself against Jake's hard contours. Feeling her wetness against his leg, Jake ran a finger against the outline of her lips through the sheer material of her boy shorts and was greeted with warmth and wetness. Sliding his hands up her smooth honey toned thighs he hooked his hands in the waist band of her panties and began to slowly slide them down, until she was exposed to his burning eyes. Cory felt her muscles clench in anticipation as Jake began to place kisses on her inner thigh. 

Jake was sure that this was as closest thing to heaven on earth that there was. He was itching to taste her and flicked his tongue out and gently ran it along the lips of her pussy. Cory urged him on with moans as her hands made their way to his hair. Jake spread the lips of her pussy and reverently began working his tongue around her clit, loving the taste of her on his tongue, before slipping a finger into her tight, wet opening and feeling her muscles latch on to this thick fingers. The sounds of moans and wetness filled the room. Jake pulled his lips away, while working his finger in and out of her. "Cory, what do you want?"

Cory felt herself on the brink of pleasure, when Jake asked her a question that threw her. "What?"

"What do you want?"

"This, Jake, please don't stop, it feels so good."

"Don't stop what Cory?"

Moans filled the air and Jack added another finger and began working them in and out harder, as Cory seemed to get wetter and wetter. "Don't stop what Cory"

"Playing with my pussy."

"Okay baby." With that he went back to work his tongue around her clit as he fingered her tight hole. Cory was on the edge as she rocked her hips back and forward meeting each stroke of his tongue before she felt pleasure shoot through her stomach and herself explode and clench on his fingers. 

"Oh Jake, baby, fuck."  Her long moan filled the air. Her body lay lifelessly on the sofa, eyes barely open as Jack made his way up to her and kissed her gently on the lips before wrapping his arms around her and pulling her on top of him. 

"That. Was. Amazing. "She said breathlessly 

"Yeah, it was. " He said before kissing her again. "So what are you doing tonight?"

"Umm sleeping?"

"Well I was wondering if you wanted-"The ring of his cell phone made him sit up and dig through his pants on the arm of the chair. He answered and Cory watched as he got up and excused himself for a minute.

Cory lay down on the sofa, a satisfied grin on her face, thinking of how she would return the favor when Jake came back, before pulling her underwear back on and fixing the straps of her lacy baby doll and bra back into place.

Jack walked back into the living room and began hurriedly putting his clothes on, confused Cory sat up. "Where are you going?"

"Listen something came up at work and I have to go now."

"Is everything okay?" Her eyes searched him for answers. 

"Everything's fine, I just have to go." He looked exasperated and began buttoning his shirt, before he located his keys. 

"I'm sorry Cory." With that he kissed her forehead and went to the door and let himself out.

For a second just stood there, before she fell in a turn to sit back down on the sofa. Staring out the window as the sun glazed its clearness her mind drifted past the singing birds and the sounds of traffic. Finally she let out a sigh and stood up.

"Well at least I didn't sleep with him."



The Therapist Ch. 03



"James, it's not because you have a foot fetish that you find yourself weak and powerless around me. It's much more complicated. Julia paused to see if this was sinking in and as I returned her gaze I wondered what was coming next. Clearly, my behavior the other night at Julia's seemed to me a clear indication that it was my foot fetish that caused me to submit to her powers. 

Julia crossed her leg and her foot was pointing at me as we sat together on the park bench. "James, look down at my foot and describe to me how you feel?" I thought about this and responded that I felt desire to hold and admire it, breathe it, and kiss it. Again, to my thinking this was all because of my foot fetish. 

"Okay, James, now do you see that woman on the park bench in the white top? She's attractive, isn't she?" I nodded. "Would you say that she is as attractive as me?" 

I thought about this answer and replied that I thought both women were different yet equally attractive. The woman was about Julia's age and size and both were dressed in tank tops, shorts, and sandals. 

"Now, James, look at the woman's feet and tell me what you feel?" Is it the same as looking at my feet?"

The woman's feet were well manicured and attractive and, yes, I thought they were a very nice feature but that was it. "I guess it's not the same, Julia, as I can't say that I'm overwhelmed in the same way as when I look at you. Julia smiled.

"And, do you know why?"

I looked back and forth between the two gorgeous women and there wasn't any discernable difference between either yet the thought of supplicating myself at Julia's feet was as strong as ever. The other woman, in all her beauty, evoked no such desire. "I think it must be because I know you, Julia, that I have a relationship with you. You know, I guess that's it." I felt a little awkward at this moment. 

"What kind of relationship do we have, James?" Julia's expression gave no hint to what she was feeling or thinking.

"I don't know, Julia, I'm confused. On one hand you were my therapist, but you are not anymore. You feel like more than just a friend. At least, I'd like it to be more. Yet, sometimes I feel practically overwhelmed in your presence. You are so smart, beautiful, and poised. Sort of like you are out of my league yet I don't want to believe that I can't be with you.

Julia nodded and said, "Two things are apparent, James, but let's go back to the foot fetish. I think you just learned that it's not about the foot and seeing a beautiful women's foot and losing it. There are literally billions of female feet and if every one of those feet caused you to react like you do around mine well you would get absolutely nothing done all day long. She seemed amused. But, it's not that way as your "foot fetish" as you call it only surfaces when we are together. Is this becoming clearer?"

"I think so, Julia. It's because it's your foot, right?" I needed confirmation.

Julia smiled. "Very good, James." It's because it's my foot. You love and worship it because it belongs to me. Look at it." She moved her foot in small circles as I watched it I could feel her power begin to take over. My breath quickened almost imperceptibly and I felt a lump in my throat. "Keep looking at it James. If I asked you to get down on the ground and kiss it, would you?" She laughed, "It's a rhetorical question James as I don't require you to answer it. However, I do think I know what your answer would be if I did ask you that question. Alternatively, if that woman on the bench asked you the same question would you react the same way?" 

"You're right, I wouldn't consider it. I only have a foot fetish for you, Julia. "

Julia stared at me for quite some time before she continued on. " James, might it be more accurate to describe your "foot fetish" as a "Julia Fetish?" With this she smiled her knowing smile and her eyes brightened. "By that I mean this power, and let's call it that because that's exactly what it is, is a power that can manifest itself in many ways. Using my body parts to get these reactions is certainly one of many ways. And, it doesn't stop with my feet. James, do you want an example?"

"Well, sure, Julia." I was becoming very intrigued.

"Okay, James, I'm going to pick another body part almost at random and we'll gauge your reaction. Are you ready? Are you excited?"

I wondered what was next as I couldn't imagine Julia flashing one of her breasts right here in the park so I just nodded and gave sort of a nervous smile. 

"James, when I lift up my arm I want you to look at my armpit. OK? You just have to look at it and don't do anything else." She raised her arm and put her hand behind her head and did sort of a false stretch that caused her to inch a little closer to me. I focused in on the pretty soft white skin and just stared. Neither of us said a word and I became a bit nervous as I wasn't certain what I should do next. 

"Is my armpit pretty, James?"

I had never even thought of an armpit as being pretty, not pretty, ever but there was a certain beauty to its delicate nature and being that it is not often exposed it started to become a bit more interesting. "Yes, Julia, your armpit is like the rest of you, beautiful."

"Thank you, James. Now, would you like to smell my beautiful armpit? Do you think it would be sexy?"

At this point my head started spinning as Julia had transformed a rather clinical conversation suddenly into a very erotic moment and I now felt self conscious as deep inside I could feel my desire surfacing. My penis started to move. 

"Don't worry James, no one is watching. And, even if they were do you really care? I mean if I let you put your nose up close to my beautiful armpit and breathe, not just breathe but breathe deeply, what would it matter who was watching?" She paused briefly and then said, "because I'm telling you to do it. And, James, know this, it's a privilege that I'm allowing you this intimate act of worship. So, I want you to thank me before you smell me and thank me afterwards."

I swallowed hard and looked deeply into Julia's eyes and said, "Thank you, Julia, for allowing me to breathe your fragrance." 

Julia smiled contently and said, "Well, what are you waiting for, armpit sniffer?"

I didn't look around to see who was looking because I didn't care. I moved my face to within an inch of Julia's raised arm, paused, and breathed as long and deeply as I could and for as long as it lasted I was oblivious to everything except the sweet and slightly musky fragrance of Julia. I slowly retreated from my position and opened my eyes and, as directed, thanked Julia a second time. I was dizzy, erected, and my world was rocked.

"Your welcome my armpit slave. My foot slave. My Julia Slave."

Time seemed to be standing still and the rest of my environment ceased to exist. It was Julia and I on a park bench in Central Park and nothing else mattered. Oh, what I would give to just be able to keep this exchange going as the excitement was building to the point where I was feeling intoxicated just being part of Julia's aura. 

"Which brings me to my second point, James."

And, just like that Julia had segued this erotic moment in time yet back again to the clinical conversation of just a few minutes, ago. 

"Our relationship, James, can be a real relationship. Yes, I can be a very real part of your life and take you places that you never dreamed you would ever go. But, this relationship will not be one of equals. Not the traditional 50/50 man woman relationship that you may be accustomed to having with other women. You will be under my power as you find yourself attending to my many needs. Those needs are met not without a price, James, and that price is your freedom and independence. It's doubtful that any semblance of your normal life would remain as you would have a higher calling in life. That calling would be to dedicate your existence to me."

I hadn't said a word as I attempted to process what Julia was saying. Was I to be her slave, I wondered. 

Julia stared right through me and in a calm voice said, "No James, I'm not asking you to be a slave." How did she know what I was thinking? "What I'm saying is that I wouldn't be asking you to dedicate your life to me but you might get to that place on your own. The place that you see me as the reason for your existence." Julia paused so that I could process what she was saying. 

"Look, I know your mind so well from our past discussions and I would never use that knowledge to harm you in any way. I wouldn't use it to make you do anything you didn't really want to do. James, you can always trust me."

Julia brushed a lock of hair from her forehead, and paused. She briefly moistened her lips with her tongue, an act I found provocative although I'm sure she thought nothing of it, and said, "But, James you have to realize that the combination of my desire for domination in a relationship and your strong need to submit would lead you down a strange and unpredictable path. A path where you may find yourself performing acts of humiliation so deep that you wouldn't think possible." Julia, licked her lips, again, and this time I think she was aware of the act. "Of course, the upside is you would have me in your private life." Here she paused and rolled her eyes upward. "Is that too dreamy to imagine, James? Your Julia in your private life." 

Here it goes, again, Julia is spinning the conversation back to the erotic just like that. I offer no resistance as my eyes plead with her to keep talking.

"Imagine, James, what it would be like to attend to my needs. There are so many. Think about how exquisite it would be to sponge bathe me as I lie in the tub. As I lay there luxuriating with a glass of wine while you gently wash my toes, the small of my back, the armpits you so fell in love with 10 minutes ago." She let out a small giggle. "Then there is my ass. Oh how my ass would have plans for you. Have you thought about that part of my body, James? Its perfection in a woman's ass, isn't it. Because while you were washing it you would, when the mood struck me, have the honor of sticking your tongue into it. Can you even imagine the sensations? Your tongue in my queenly asshole. Cleaning, probing, massaging, and pleasuring. Then, you could finish washing me, drying me, dressing me. I might even allow you to wash my worn underwear. Yes, Ass Slave would be one of your most important fetishes. I can elaborate more on that later."

I started to say something and Julia put her finger to my lips to stop me.

"James, do you now know what I mean when I say you have a Julia Fetish? Just nod your head. Good boy." Julia then smiled her warm and intoxicating smile that was a genuine expression of human warmth. 

"Well, look at the time, James. We need to be going if you're to get me back to the office in time for my next appointment. Shall we?"

The drive back to Julia's office was one in which I did a lot of thinking. Julia respected my need to process all of this and was content to listen to various different recordings on the CD player singing along as if we had just had the most normal of conversations. And, maybe we did. Either way, I knew what my answer was going to be even if I couldn't articulate it the way I would be able to do at a later time.

As we pulled up to Julia's office building I wanted to ask her out but wasn't certain if I should invite her to dinner, for coffee, or just a meeting in the park. Julia seemed to read my mind and said, "James, we are really passed the discussion point of all of this so if you want to continue with me as part of your life", and here she paused to smile at me, "you'll come over to my place Saturday night. I think 6:00 PM would be suitable. Will I see you there?"



The Therapist Ch. 03



Author's note: To better understand what is going on, I would encourage you to start with the first chapter and read through. This is part of a series and was never intended to be a stand alone story. Thanks for taking the time to read my work and please vote. That gives me a sense of how everyone likes it. If you feel the need to criticize, please make it constructive criticism. This is my first attempt at writing a series, and I know I could use some improvement.

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Jane looked down at herself. She hadn't realized how much all of this excited her. Her nipples were hard, and when she looked past them, she saw her panties were soaked. She didn't believe it, so she reached down to feel. Her fingers touched her panties right at her pussy lips. She felt a shiver go up her spine. She pushed her panties slightly inside her pussy, and she felt another shiver. She pushed even deeper and almost climaxed right then. She jerked her hand away from her crotch. She thought. "This is wrong. I just beat and fucked my best friend to oblivion, and I'm horny as hell and need to cum. Who's the slut now Jane?" Jane couldn't think straight. "It's the wine." She thought. She sat on the bar stool and sipped her wine. Her pussy continued to ache and tingle. She squirmed a little to reposition herself, but when she did, her panties rode up inside of her and pressed against her clit. She shuddered and thrust her hips forward. At that exact moment, her body twitched, and she started to cum. It wasn't an earth shattering orgasm, but it was still an orgasm. She wondered. "Is this what Kate feels when her body starts twitching? If so, this is amazing."

Jane had just cum, and she was still as horny as she could be. She looked down and the wet spot in her crotch had grown. She suddenly became very aware of her pussy and the changes going on inside her. She slid back on the bar stool. She saw the trail of cum she left behind on the smooth vinyl. She thrust forward again. Her body twitched and she came again. It was the same intensity as the first one, and she could feel her pussy oozing cum. She couldn't believe she was doing this. She tried to stop herself, but she couldn't. She needed to see. She needed to experience exactly what her best friend had experienced. She reached down and touched her clit through her panties and another wave spread over her, and her pussy leaked some more. She stood up and pulled her panties off. She spread her legs right there and explored her body with her hands. She took off her tank top and stood there naked. She was overcome with lust. She felt like such a slut at that moment, and she loved it. She pinched and squeezed her nipples and felt wave after wave of pleasure overtake her body. Little mini-orgasms flooded Jane's senses driving her lust deeper. She reached down and touched her pussy lips and came again. "My God." She thought, "This is amazing." and at that moment she touched her clit. Her body twitched, and she had another mini-orgasm. Cum dripped from her pussy onto the floor.

Jane looked down, and there was a puddle of cum on the floor, gooey white cum. This excited Jane even more, as she had never been able to ooze cum like Kate. She continued to rub her body producing mini-orgasms the whole time. Her pussy dripped cum every time. She brushed her clit with her finger and came again. She was beyond herself now. She started whispering to herself. "Jane you fucking slut. You love having your nipples pinched don't you slut?" At that moment, Jane grabbed both of her nipples and pinched them hard. She came again. "That's it slut. You like that don't you? Oh God Yes. You want to fuck your cunt don't you slut? Oh God Yes. I want to cum." She buried her fingers inside her cunt and mashed her clit with her thumb. Her legs locked and she threw her head back. She exploded and her pussy poured more cum onto the floor. She didn't know she could cum like that, but at the moment, she wasn't thinking about that. She continued fucking her pussy and pulling on her nipples. She was moaning loudly into the air. She didn't care if anyone heard her. The only thing she wanted at that moment was to cum hard. "Ugh. Fuck yourself you nasty slut." She continued. She just kept coming, and her juices kept dripping. She slowed playing with her pussy, as her orgasm started to subside. Her body was shaking and she was sweating. She looked down at the mess she had created. 

It embarrassed her, but excited her as well. She thought. "My God. I have never come like that. She brushed her clit and had another mini-orgasm. "Oh my." She thought. "This can't be happening." and she brushed her clit again, and another wave rocked her with a couple of mini-orgasms. She was tugging on her nipples again. She longed for those orgasms. She rubbed her clit and wave after wave rushed over her again. She kept having mini-orgasms, but she needed the real one. She needed that orgasm to rock her world. Jane dug at her pussy jamming her fingers in and out of her sloppy cunt. "Oh God you fucking cunt come on those fingers you slut." She said to herself. Jane fucked her pussy violently almost like she wanted to hurt it. 

Her whole body began to shake and Jane came like she had never come before. Cum dripped from Jane's pussy and hit the floor and puddled with the earlier droppings. Jane stood there with her finger mashed against her clit and her body shaking for some time. Wave after wave overtook Jane's body. She finally collapsed on the floor. She still had her hand between her legs and her body convulsed. Jane shook for a minute as her orgasm died down. 

Jane felt disoriented. She shook her head and thought to herself. "Wow, that was amazing." Jane was still breathing heavily when she tried to get up. She realized her hand was wet and she was lying in a puddle of cum. She got to her knees and grabbed a towel from the drawer. She wiped the cum from her hands and then mopped up the cum from the floor. When she stood up, she looked at herself. She had cum all over her body. She figured it must have been from the convulsions. She started to walk and realized the inside of her thighs were coated with cum. She spread her legs to look and more cum dripped from her pussy and ran down her leg.

Jane took the towel and cleaned herself up as best she could, but it was going to take a shower for her to really clean up. She glanced at the clock. It was only two o'clock. She sat down at the bar and sipped on her glass of wine. As she sat there, she let her hands wander down to her nipples. She caressed them and pinched them. She was amazed at how good that still felt. She shook her head and thought. "I gotta stop this. Maybe a shower will help." She got up from the stool and walked to the master bedroom. Kate was asleep. Her breathing was steady and her body was still. Jane wanted to go hold her, but Kate needed some rest and she needed a shower.

Jane went to the guest bathroom and opened the shower door. She started the shower going and turned to look in the mirror. She pulled her long blond hair back from her face and looked herself in the eyes. She loved the deep blue color. She looked at her complexion and was reminded of her Irish blood lines. Her skin was so pale, but it was soft and supple. She fondled her 34C breasts as she watched in the mirror. She held them up as if offering them to someone. Her areolas were large and she had large protruding nipples that were as big around as her pinky finger. She ran her fingers over her nipples and they instantly got hard, and she felt a twinge in her pussy. She knew she could come again, and deep down inside, she wanted to. She thought to herself. "My God. What are you doing?" She quit rubbing herself and climbed in the shower.

The lukewarm water poured over Jane's body and felt exhilarating. It cooled that burning desire she felt inside. She stood there for the longest time and just let the water flow over her body. She wanted to rinse herself of the sins she committed earlier against Kate. Every time it happened, she felt so bad and guilty, but she knew that after today, Kate's addiction will subside a little. Her sexual activities would be minimized if not stopped all together. It never lasted for very long, but it gave Kate a chance to try and put some of her life back together. Jane soaped herself down, and removed any evidence of the cum she writhed in earlier. She lathered her hair and washed the sweat and cum from it as well. She let the water run over her body reveling in the feel of the water as it basted her smooth skin. She finally turned off the water and climbed out of the shower.

She grabbed a towel from the nearby towel rack and dried herself off. Once she was done, she wrapped the towel around her body. She grabbed a smaller towel and wrapped her hair. She went to the master bedroom and looked in on Kate. She hadn't moved and her breathing was still steady. Jane headed back to the kitchen. She picked up her cell phone from the bar and flipped it open. She hit the send button and scrolled down to Phillip's number. She pressed send again. It rang a couple of times before Phillip answered. "Hello"

"Hi honey."

"Hi Jane. What's up?"

Jane sighed. "I'm sorry Phillip, but I'm going to have to cancel our plans tonight."

Phillip asked. "Why? What's going on?"

"Kate's here and I think she needs to spend the night."

In a concerned voice Phillip asked. "Is every thing okay?"

"Yes Phillip. It is now. Kate is asleep in the master bedroom."

Phillip knew about Kate's addiction and what Jane would sometimes do to Kate to help her out. "Oh Jane don't tell me. Not again."

"Yeah Phillip. It's not pretty. I fucked her up pretty bad this time. 

"Oh my God Jane. What do you need me to do?"

"Nothing here Phillip, but you could do me a big favor."

"You know I'll do anything. What do you need?"

"I need to let John know that Kate isn't going to come home tonight. I don't want to call him. You know I hate that bastard. Anyway, he stops at the Trails End every night after work to have a drink with the guys. Would you stop down there and have a drink with him and let him know Kate had a migraine and she laid down. Let him know I don't want to wake her, so she's going to spend the night here."

"Yeah, I can do that, anything else?"

"Yeah, I think once Kate comes to, she's going to be very needy and I have some patching up to do on her body, so I don't think I'll get time to cook. Could you stop by Loves and pick up a couple subs. Get a roast beef for Kate and an Italian BMT for me. Just load them up and we'll take off what we don't want."

"Yeah, I'll do that. Let me get the food and I'll stop by first. Then I'll go to Trails End and see John. I'll see you in a short."

"Thanks baby. I'll see you in a little while."

Jane closed her cell phone to end the call. 

She grabbed her glass of wine and returned to the master bedroom. She watched Kate for a few minutes from the doorway. "God she looks so peaceful." she thought. Jane went to the dresser and took out a pair boy shorts and a tank top. She slid them on and headed back to the guest bath to hang up her towels. She knew Phillip was going to be there soon and she was ready for him. She knew Kate wouldn't wake up for another hour or more, so she didn't have to worry about her right now. She grabbed a brush and brushed her wet hair. Phillip loved it when she seduced him with wet hair, partly because it fell heavily on his body and not just the light wispy hair when it was dry, and because the smell of her clean hair turned him on. Jane wanted Phillip today. She really wanted Phillip.

She settled into the kitchen with her bottle of wine. She turned on the TV and flipped it to Judge Judy. She loved this lady, as she thought she was insane and so out of touch with reality. Jane was laughing and watching Judge Judy and never notice that Phillip had come in the back door. As soon as she noticed he was there, she grabbed the remote and turned off the TV. Phillip walked in and set the bag down on the table. Jane turned to Phillip and hugged him. "You are a sight for sore eyes."

Phillip smiled. "I love you too. Where's Kate?"

"She's in the master bedroom, but she's okay"

Phillip said. "I need to see. I don't need any dead bodies coming out of here."

"Phillip, Trust me she's fine."

Jane escorted Phillip to the master bedroom. "See. She's breathing, she's fine."

Phillip turned to Jane. "What did you do to her?"

Jane looked at the ground in shame. "I beat her pretty bad and then I broke her."

They headed back to the kitchen. "What do you mean you broke her?"

Tears welled up in her eyes. "I just broke her Phillip."

"I know what you are saying Jane, but I don't understand. Do I need to take her to the hospital? Did you break one of her bones? What do you mean you broke her?"

Jane was holding back her tears. "I whipped her really hard for a long time, I fucked her with a strap-on, and then I fucked her with that huge dildo until I broke her desire." she pointed to the dildo setting by the sink.

"My God Jane, why'd you do that?"

"I had to. You know how her addiction gets. It's the only way. I've done this so many times before, but never this bad. I'm afraid I really hurt her this time. That's why I can't let her go home tonight."

"Okay. I'll run point with John, but he's probably going to call you or try and get a hold of Kate."

"I know Phillip. I have my story straight."

Jane's urge to cry subsided. "Phillip? Do I look sexy?"

Phillip looked Jane over. She was 5'7" and had long silky legs that went on forever. Her ass was round and full, and her boy shorts molded perfectly to her curvy cheeks. Her stomach was smooth and flat, and she was blessed with the most perfect 34C breasts. Her nipples were rock hard and wanted to escape the confines of her tank top. 

She moved closer to Phillip and brushed against his body. Phillip smelled Jane's freshly shampooed hair, and he felt the heat radiating from her gorgeous body. His breathing got faster and he felt his cock beginning to harden. Jane saw his bulge increasing and licked her lips. 

"You want me don't you?" she cooed. Jane could feel the depths of her pussy twitching, wanting to feel Phillip inside her. She reached out and felt the bulge in his pants as it quickly grew. She massaged his member, letting it grow in her hand. She looked up at Phillip spreading her lips and licking them.

Phillip saw the lust in her eyes and knew her pussy was soaked. He bent down and kissed Jane. He slowly maneuvered his tongue past Jane's lips, working it deeper into her mouth until he found her tongue. Jane moaned into his mouth as he slid his hand up and cupped her breast giving it a firm squeeze. He squeezed her nipple between his thumb and index finger. He pinched even harder when he got the response he was looking for. He continued fondling her tits outside of her tank top, working between one and the other. 

Jane shoved her crotch against him. She rubbed her femininity against his leg while she stroked his cock on the outside of his jeans. She pulled back from kissing Phillip and whispered into his mouth. "Fuck me Phillip, right here, right now."

Phillip slipped his hands into Jane's boy shorts, picked her up by her ass cheeks, and placed her on the counter while at the same time sliding her shorts over her hips. He pulled them down the rest of the way and slid them over her feet. He let them drop to the floor as he reached down to undo his belt. He let his pants drop to the floor and his tented boxers pointed directly at Jane's womanhood.

Jane reached out and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of Phillip's boxers. She watched as his cock sprang free and bounced on Jane's mound. She moved forward making sure her pussy was over the edge of the counter and mashed Phillip's cock against his belly. She ground on it making it penetrate the full length of her slit. Jane's pussy was soaked and by grinding her hips up and down, she managed to soak Phillip's entire underside of his shaft. His cock rubbed on her clit while she did this and she started having mini-orgasms again. Phillip felt her shudder.

"My God Jane, I've never seen you like this."

Jane didn't say a word. She reached down and grabbed his cock and pointed it at the entrance to her pussy. She slid the head inside her and reached around and grabbed Phillip's ass with both hands. She pulled him into her sucking his entire eight inches deep inside her. She wrapped her legs around him and held him in close. 

"Don't move Phillip." She whispered as her body twitched and she had another mini-orgasm. She could feel Phillip's cock throbbing inside her. He had the most wonderful cock she had ever fucked. She released her grip on Phillip and he started pumping her pussy slowly in and out of her with precision strokes. 

He felt her muscles milking his cock as he slowly fucked Jane. He felt the inside of her pussy twitch whenever she had a mini-orgasm. Phillip picked up speed as he felt his own orgasm getting close. He wanted to rock Jane's world and give her the orgasm she needed. He bent his head down and took a nipple into his mouth and sucked on it hard. 

Jane gasped and at that moment her own orgasm started. "Oh God. Fuck me Phillip. Yes. Fuck me." She was bucking against Phillips hips trying to get his cock deeper.

Phillip was pounding her pussy now and wanting to empty his seed inside her. Jane was shaking uncontrollably now and that sent Phillip over the edge. "Oh fuck. I'm coming." he cried out as his cock spurted load after load inside Jane's already soaked pussy. He didn't stop fucking her as his cock ejaculated inside her. He kept pounding her as Jane's own orgasm continued. Phillip could feel her pussy spasm around his cock as her pussy milked the remaining drops of cum from his love muscle. 

Jane collapsed back on the counter her head resting against the wall. She kept her legs wrapped around Phillip not letting him move away.

Phillip looked at Jane. "You always amaze me Ms. Dawson."

"And you always amaze me Mr. Doyle." Jane looked at Phillip. "Fuck, I needed that bad. Thank you." She smiled at Phillip in a very approving way. "We gotta do this more often."

Phillip looked down at her pussy then back at Jane. "Want a taste?"

"Mmm. I'd love to." she replied.

Phillip put his hand under his cock and pressed against Jane as he pulled his cock out. Cum gushed from her pussy into Phillip's hand. He held his hand there until her pussy quit oozing.

"That's a bunch."

"I don't care. Feed it to me Phillip."

As Phillip removed his hand from Jane, Jane sat up and stuck out her tongue to receive her present. Phillip brought his hand to her mouth and tilted it to let the cum run off his fingers and into her mouth. Jane eagerly swallowed the cum. She loved the taste of their mixture. He eventually stuck his fingers in her mouth so she could lick them clean. "You are so nasty."

"And you love it." 

Phillip just smiled and thought. "Yes he did."

Phillip reached down to pull up his boxers, but on his way down to get them, he stopped at Jane's clit and gave it a lick and then sucked it into his mouth. 

Jane shuddered and pushed his head away. "I can't do this right now."

Phillip laughed. "I know. I just wanted to give it a proper kiss."

Jane chuckled and slipped off the counter. She felt her pussy ooze more cum and drip down her thigh. She liked the feeling and didn't wipe it up. She slipped on her boy shorts and tank top while Phillip finished putting himself back together. 

About that time, there was a moan coming from the baby monitor. Phillip looked at Jane. 

"I guess I need to go."

"Yeah it sounds like our little addict is waking up. I'm gonna need to go check on her."




The Therapist Ch. 04



As Anthony and Angela drove to Dr. McKensie's office, Anthony knew he was taking a risk. Charlotte McKensie promised she would keep her counseling sessions with Anthony confidential. If Angela found out Charlotte had been giving him tutorials in how to have sex, it would be the end of their relationship. As far as Angela knew, both she and Anthony were virgins. 

Anthony had told Angela that Charlotte offered to provide couples therapy and Angela was willing. Angela had met Charlotte once before, at Anthony's parents house, and she liked her. She seemed down to earth. Angela was determined to do whatever it took to make her and Anthony's relationship work. If that meant doing therapy, then so be it. Charlotte wanted to meet with Angela alone before she met with both of them as a couple.

When they arrived at Charlotte's office, Anthony was more nervous than Angela. Angela actually seemed pretty composed considering the circumstances. Of course, Angela didn't know about Charlotte's "hands on" techniques. They had come to her office straight from campus and Angela was still wearing her cheerleading uniform. On warm days the cheerleaders wore short, short skirts and tight, form-fitting tops. This happened to be a nice, warm Autumn day.

Anthony took her upstairs and into the waiting room. It was late, around six in the evening, and the place was empty. The door to Charlotte's office was closed. Anthony knocked on it lightly. When it opened, Charlotte and Anthony's eyes met and for a moment Anthony thought his goose was cooked. But Charlotte covered well saying "Hello Anthony" in a professional, friendly voice. She turned to Angela.

"Hello Angela. Nice to see you again."

"Nice to see you, Dr. McKensie."

"Please. Call me Charlotte." She opened the door, inviting Angela in. "Come in."

Anthony gestured to the couch in the waiting room. 

"I'll just...hang out here...waiting. If that's alright."

"Suit yourself" Charlotte chirped and shut the office door.

Inside, Charlotte directed Angela to the couch. Angela sat with her knees together and her hands in her lap. Her skirt hiked up, showing off her lovely legs. Charlotte sat next to her on the couch.

"So, did Anthony explain to you what we're trying to accomplish?" Charlotte began.

"He said you were willing to help us. To give us therapy."

"That's right. I'm an old family friend, as you know, and nothing would make me happier than to help you. You and Anthony."

"We really appreciate it." 

"Why don't we start by you explaining what it is you want to get out of therapy."

Angela was already feeling relaxed. Charlotte was so easy to talk to.

"Well, Anthony and I have been going out for a while now. We want to...become more intimate...and we're having some trouble doing that."

"I see. What kind of trouble?"

"When we try to make love. It hurts. I think it's because I'm too small for him."

Charlotte watched her and immediately could see what Anthony saw in her. She was uncommonly beautiful with lovely-shaped green eyes and full, fleshy lips. She had the face of a model. She was also in very good shape, obviously. 

Charlotte regarded her long, shapely legs, her well-porportioned breasts, her athletic, gymnast's body. Yes, she was quite physically stunning. 

"Why don't we start at the beginning." Charlotte smiled, putting Angela at her ease even more. "Are you a virgin?"

"Yes."

"Is your hymen still intact?"

"Um, I don't think so. With all the gymnastics I do, I don't think it is."

"You think or you know?"

"I think."

Charlotte smiled again. 

"OK." Charlotte continued. "What kind of sexual experience have you had?"

Angela shifted in her seat.

"Angela, are you comfortable talking to me about this."

Angela looked her in the face. 

"Yes. Yes, I am."

"Good. Now what kind of sexual experience have you had."

"Well, with Anthony, we've done lots of things. Just about everything. Except actual sex."

"Can you tell me specifically what you two have done?"

"You know, feeling me up, that sort of stuff."

"You mean Anthony has touched your body and stimulated you sexually."

"Yes."

"Has he felt your breasts?"

"Yes."

"Through your clothes or touching your naked skin."

"Touching my skin."

"Do you let him play with your nipples?"

"Yes."

"And do your nipples get erect? When he plays with them?"

"Yes."

"Does he ever take your nipples in his mouth? Does he like to suck them?"

"Yes."

Charlotte nodded. Angela felt the room getting hotter.

"Angela, how did it feel for you when Anthony felt your breasts and took your nipples into his mouth and sucked them?"

"Um, it was exciting."

Charlotte nodded again.

"Exciting. I see."

"What other kind of experience have you had? Has he stimulated your vagina?"

Angela looked down at her feet.

"Yes. Yes he has."

"How has he stimulated your vagina, Angela."

She gulped. "With his fingers. Rubbing me. And... with his mouth."

"I see. So he uses his fingers AND his mouth. Good."

The conversation was much more graphic than Angela had expected. She was starting to feel a tingling in her body, between her legs.

"Does he ever put his fingers inside you?"

"Yes."

"How does that feel?"

"Good."

"Does he put his tongue inside you?"

"Yes."

"How does THAT feel?"

"Really good." Angela could feel the pussy getting wet.

"So you enjoy it when he licks your vagina."

"Very much."

"Does he stimulate your clitoris as well?"

"Oh, yes."

"Good. Good." 

Angela felt her heart thumping now. She was having a little trouble breathing.

"When Anthony does this, when he stimulates you with his fingers and his tongue...do you get very wet?"

"Yes" she said, breathily. 

Charlotte reached out her hand, gesturing along Angela's thighs. The tips of her fingers barely grazing her skin.

"When you feel his tongue deep inside you, caressing you, when he licks your clitoris over and over, does that get you very wet?"

"Oh yes" she panted, her legs falling open slightly.

"Do you reach orgasm, Angela? Do you come when you feel his tongue inside you? Licking you?"

"Yes!" Angela was so turned on now, hearing those words, remembering those feelings. She felt her pussy was dripping.

"Angela, do you masturbate?"

Angela was shocked, momentarily.

"What?"

"I just wondered if you masturbate? Do you touch yourself. Here."

Charlotte's hand touched high up on Angela's leg, on her inner thigh.

"Sometimes."

"When do you masturbate?"

"Um, in bed. Sometimes in the shower."

"Do you orgasm when you masturbate?"

"Sometimes."

"What do you use to stimulate yourself?"

"My fingers."

"Is that all?"

Angela thought a moment.

"Yes."

Charlotte nodded. 

"Angela, I'm going to ask you to do something unorthodox. I do this only because I think you are an intelligent, well-adjusted young woman with a healthy attitude towards sex. Angela, I want you to show me how you masturbate."

Angela started.

"Here?"

"I know this may sound unusual but it's very important that we understand the core issues if we are to achieve the breakthrough that will allow you and Anthony to lead a healthy and happy sex life. You DO want to lead a healthy and happy sex life, don't you?"

"Yes, but I don't see how..."

"Angela, I'm a professional. I know what I'm doing. Don't you trust me?"

"Well, yes, I trust you but..."

"Good. Because if you don't trust me, and let me help you, then we're not going to get anywhere. We might as well end the session right now. Is that what you want?"

"No. No not at all."

"Then I need you to do exactly as I tell you."

"OK."

"Now, pull off these panties and hike up your skirt and show me exactly how you masturbate."

Charlotte reached under her skirt and pulled down her bikini panties, revealing a neat, blonde patch of pubic hair. 

Angela lifted her hips to help get them off.

"Good. Now, just lay back against these pillows. That's it."

Angela closed her eyes and moved her hand up her thighs, hiking up the short skirt. Her pussy was already sensitive and wet from Charlotte's questioning. Her finger slipped between the folds of her pussy and she let out a long exhale. She started to rotate her hips to rub herself against her hand. She was already in a high state of arousal, thought Charlotte.

"That's it. Rub yourself. Good."

Charlotte was finding herself getting turned on by the sight of this luscious young woman touching herself. Angela had such a fit lower body, such a tight ass and firm thighs, it made Charlotte's heart pound. Seeing her moving her ass and raising her hips in a slow circular motion was making Charlotte's own pussy throb. Her hand moved to her crotch instinctively.

"Now slip your finger deep inside, that's it. Slide it in and out. Find out what feels good and then do it. Follow the feeling."

Angela's eyes were closed and she was losing herself in the whirlwind of sensation. She was getting so hot and bothered by Charlotte's questions that this was just the relief she needed. With her eyes closed, she didn't notice that Charlotte had begun touching herself too, fingering her pussy just as Angela was.

"Feel how wet you are. How wonderfully wet your pussy is. Ohhhhh. Doesn't that feel good. Yesssss." 

Charlotte was inserting her fingers deep in her own wet pussy, grinding her hips against her hand.

"Now find the clitoris. That's right. Pull the hood back and rub it, yeah like that. Like that."

Charlotte was fingering her clit too, just like Angela. In a way, Charlotte felt like this beautiful young girl was rubbing her own pussy. As she watched Angela's grow more excited, she could feel her own orgasm approaching.

"Can you feel the wave starting to build? Are you getting ready to cum?"

"Yes. Yes." Angela was biting her lip, her fingers rubbing her clit faster now.

Charlotte was tipping over into her own orgasm, rubbing her clit and leaning back against the couch with her eyes closed. Angela had her eyes squeezed shut, sucking in her lower lip, and was fingering herself with relish. Her orgasm crested and her little body twitched and trembled as she came. When she finally opened her eyes, Charlotte was watching her. She had no idea Charlotte had gotten herself off as well.

"Wow. That was amazing" said Angela. "I've never done that with anyone watching."

"You did very well, Angela." 

"Did I? Did I do it right?"

"Of course you did. There really isn't any wrong or right. Just what feels good to you."

Charlotte stood up and walked behind the desk. She brought back a leather bag, the size of an overnight satchel. She sat on the couch and placed it between them. 

"Now, Angela. I'm going to share something with you that will help you take your sexual experience to the next level. OK?"

"OK."

She opened the bag. Inside was an assortment of sexual implements, including a set of dildos of various sizes. 

"Now that you've gotten yourself warmed up, I want you to try one of these."

Angela's eyes widened. 

"Angela, have you ever seen a dildo before?" 

Angela shook her head. 

"These can be used to supplement your sexual experience. They're like toys and they come in a variety of sizes."

One by one, she removed them from the bag and lay them on the couch between them. She started with the smallest, a six-inch, narrow sheath with a tapered end. Then, a seven inch one of soft rubber that roughly simulated a penis shape. Then, an eight inch, thicker, heftier, with pseudo veins in the side. Finally, she pulled out the biggest one, a massive twelve inch model with a huge circumference and a giant, swollen head. Except for its size, it was quite realistic.

Angela looked at them, eyes wide and mouth slightly open.

"Now. Which one of these most closely approximates Anthony's penis?"

Angela didn't say a word, she just lifted her index finger and pointed to the twelve inch giant cock.

"I see. So Anthony has an extremely large penis? That does present a challenge."

Charlotte had proposed the private meeting with Angela when Anthony threatened to end their sessions together. She told him she wanted meet with Angela to help them get over the sexual issues that had damaged their relationship. In fact, Charlotte had another motive. An ulterior one. She was desperate to keep her physical relationship with Anthony from ending. She thought if she could get inside Angela's head, she could convince her that their physical incompatibilities were insurmountable. She could show Angela that a man with a smaller penis would be better match for her. Angela would then end the relationship with Anthony and Charlotte could have him for herself.

"So Anthony has a penis this size?"

Angela nodded. Charlotte thought a moment.

"Angela, do you mind if I examine your vagina?"

"Um, OK."

She leaned back against the couch. Charlotte lifted her legs and spread them apart. Angela's pussy was wet and glistening. Charlotte gently placed her hand on the mons and slowly moved it in a circular motion.

"Just relax. Let your body relax completely."

Charlotte took her time and when she thought Angela had relaxed enough she let her fingers slowly slide down into the warm, wet crevasse of her pussy. God, she is really, really wet, thought Charlotte. She slipped one finger into her pussy and was struck by how tight it was. Angela squirmed. Charlotte slipped a second finger inside her. The walls of her pussy pressed against her fingers. So tight. So warm, wet, and tight. She probed her deeply and Angela felt a wave of heat wash over her body. 

"Angela, you have a very tight vagina. Very, very tight. It feels really, really good."

She was fingering Angela now, imaging a cock inside that wonderfully tight little pussy. Her fingers where sinking into her and back out, in and out. So wet. So tight. 

"You're very lucky to have such a tight vagina. Men love to feel you squeezing against their hard cocks. It feels so good to fuck a tight pussy like this one."

Angela's body was starting to shake it felt so good. Charlotte was getting hot too, from watching her, and feeling her luscious pussy.

"Any man would love to put his hard cock into this warm, wet, tight pussy. Feeling you squeeze his cock with your hot wet cunt."

Charlotte was using her thumb to massage Angela's clit while her fingers fucked deep into her pussy. Angela felt her orgasm overcome her once again. Charlotte felt her pussy contracting against her fingers.

"Oh God, when you cum you squeeze his cock even harder. It feels so good when you cum. Cum, baby. Cum."

By the time Angela's orgasm subsided, Charlotte had collected herself again.

"Angela, the good news is your hymen is no longer intact, AND you have a wonderful, somewhat small, and tight vagina, which gets very wet when your excited. Some man is going to be very grateful he gets to make love to you. He's going to love feeling his cock inside your wet, hot, tight vagina. However, that man must have a penis more like this, than like this."

She was gesturing to the smallest and largest dildos.

"You mean I can't be with a man like this?" Angela said mournfully. She put her hand around the biggest phallus.

"I'm afraid not, dear. You see, this is the penis of a phenomenally-endowed man. You need a man who's closer to average in size."

"But I want Anthony" she said, her voice catching. She held the giant phallus to her chest. It crossed from her stomach, over her breasts to her cheek.

"But don't you see that this size man is better for you? Look, take this penis. Imagine your lover making love to you with this?"

Charlotte lifted the smallest dildo and pressed it against Angela's now swollen labia. She rubbed it slowly up and down her slit. She pressed it into her folds and the head entered her, causing her to gasp. Charlotte moved the dildo expertly, massaging Angela's pussy as only a woman knows how.

"Now doesn't that feel good? Imagine a man on top of you, a man who loves you, wants you, pressing his rock hard cock into you like this."

Angela lifted her hips to accept the dildo. Her eyes were glued on the phallus, watching it enter her. She was being fucked by someone. Not Anthony. But by a woman with a dildo. Still, she WAS being fucked. For the first time. 

"See how it slides so easily in you. How it goes in so deep. How good it feels. Look, you're so wet you're making it glisten." 

She was right. Angela's juices were coating the ersatz cock, she was that wet. She started to rock her pelvis, imagining being fucked by her imaginary lover. 

But surely that lover could be Anthony! Surely she could take a bigger cock inside her. She reached over and grabbed the seven inch dildo, thrusting it in Charlotte's hand.

"Use this!" she cried, wanting to show her she could handle the bigger dick. 

Charlotte was puzzled for a moment and then quickly swapped the dildos. The new, bigger dick was now pressing into her. The bulbous head spread her pussy and she gasped. 

"Do it! Put it in me!" she cried out.

Charlotte pushed the long schlong slowly into her wet pussy. Angela felt it penetrate her, filling her. It felt incredible. Charlotte could see Angela was reaching new heights of ecstasy. She wanted Angela to love this sized cock. So she would forget about Anthony.

"This is the perfect size for you, Angela!" she whispered. "Doesn't it feel unbelievable?"

Angela nodded her head vigorously. She couldn't even speak now. Charlotte kept pumping her with the dildo.

"This is the most excited you've ever been! This feels better than you've ever felt!"

Angela tipped her head back. The cock was filling her insides. Her breasts heaved. She thought she might pass out.

"Let it out, Angela. Let me hear how excited you are!"

She let out a long, moaning, breath.

"No, I want you to let yourself go!" Charlotte implored. "I want you to be loud!"

Charlotte plunged the dildo into her pussy. Angela raised her hips and and let out a loud shriek.

"That's it. Let your pleasure flow through you. Vocalize it. Scream it!"

Again, she pushed the phallus deep into her pussy, filling her.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Angela let out a long, loud scream as she came.

In the other room, Anthony heard Angela's shriek and jumped from his seat. Angela never made noise during sex so it couldn't be that. He decided to investigate. He eased open the door to Charlotte's office. On the couch, he saw Angela, head back, moaning, her legs spread wide, and Charlotte pumping her.

"What the fuck?" he muttered to himself. 

They were so entranced they didn't notice him. So, he decided to watch.



The Therapist Ch. 04



It may have seemed that the obvious decision that I would make would be to go to Julia's home at the appointed day and time and allow the progression of submission to continue. Clearly her hold on me was reaching deeper into me and the little resistance that existed was bound to fully surrender at the next encounter. However, as much as I wanted it there was that part of me that knew that if I gave in to these urges I would have no future other than being a slave to Julia. Yes, I know I'd be crazy not to but what about other aspirations like career, someday being a father, and more importantly having the freedom to make my own choices and determine my own destiny. No, this decision was not going to be so easy as I was putting a lot on the line.

I despise indecision and all the baggage that comes with it. It takes you out of the moment in life because you're always reflecting, evaluating, and thinking about what lies ahead. I just couldn't see myself being one of those zombie type slaves that are always uttering, "Yes, mistress", "whatever you wish goddess", "if it makes you happy my queen." I mean, c'mon, this is stuff of fiction or worse the sad tale of some down and out loser who can't find his own woman on any kind of equal terms. I just didn't think that was me. 

As I often do when I want to reflect on something I somehow find myself unconsciously heading for a safe sanctuary where I can enjoy the city while still maintaining enough privacy to clear my head and sort out whatever it is that is bothering me and this inevitably leads me to one of New York's many fine coffee shops. Having ordered and received my cappuccino I eased myself onto a stool by the window that offered a nice glimpse of the bustling city yet within the safe haven of the wonderful aromas of fine Arabica brewed coffees and fresh baked scones. My whole being was ensconced in emotional turmoil and I knew I had to pull it together soon. It was Friday and I didn't want to go down to the last minute on Saturday before I made my decision. 

While pondering my dilemma I noticed a NY Times crossword that someone had rather feebly attempted to solve and retrieved it as what better way to solve my issue than to indulge in an exercise of wits with the crossword puzzle creator which was really another ploy in avoiding making my decision. I actually got pretty hot on the crossword and realized that I had spent the better half of an hour on it and had rather successfully avoided dealing with the issue at hand. As I was filling in the final corner of the puzzle....damn, I admit I am pretty good at these....a female voice whispered in my ear, "hey, stranger, don't I know you from somewhere." 

I knew that voice in an instant and turned to look into the beautiful green eyes of a woman that was emanating the most wonderful of smiles that was framed with eyes that sparkled like diamonds. Underneath her Boston Red Sox baseball cap was one of my favorite college girlfriends that I hadn't seen in years and suddenly I realized that Lucy was about as cute and sophisticated as any other woman in this coffee shop. I immediately jumped off my stool and we gave each other a huge hug. 

I'm always amazed at how quickly my emotional state can flip as all the angst of the past several hours, several days actually, was overwhelmed by this powerfully emerging feeling of joy, hope, and even excitement as Lucy as I just clicked from the moment we embraced as we continued to chat, laugh, joke, reminisce, about past, present, and future. Lucy and I had never gone out before but I always had a bit of a crush on her and on this Friday afternoon I thought she looked and sounded absolutely great. When we realized that we had actually been talking for over and an hour and a half Lucy said, "Oh, wow, I'm late for an appointment. I'm going to have to run. Hey, James, you know Saturday night a few of us are going out for some dinner. You want to join us? You can be my date!" And, then she giggled. 

This was not the time for hesitation and I said, "I'd love to join you Saturday, Lucy." We made arrangements to meet at the restaurant in SoHo, said a quick good-bye, gave each other a quick kiss on the cheek, and Lucy left the coffee shop and quickly hailed a cab. I watched her get in the cab and as it pulled away she turned and gave me a great smile. I waved back and smiled my best smile because that's how good I felt. Wow, that was great. And, it seemed so normal. It was just a guy and a girl who were on equal terms both anticipating the beginnings of something that could be so cool. I felt so much better as if I finally had rid myself of the "Julia Obsession" and come to my senses. I know Julia is a beautiful and exotic woman but it was never going to have any future other than being a slave to this woman. Don't misinterpret this decision as it was not an easy one to make but I knew it was the right one. I knew that I would have to let Julia know but she was probably with a patient now so it would be more prudent to call her later as I didn't want to fumble through voice mail. 

I was already feeling better and much more decisive as I had crossed through the "fog zone" as my thoughts were clear and my intentions well defined. I was excited about seeing Lucy and suddenly the world was back in balance, again. Ah, life is good.

I enjoyed my walk home and when I got to my apartment I cracked open a new novel and read for 3 straight hours before I forced myself to go to bed. I awoke Saturday morning feeling refreshed and well rested for the first time in days. Curiously, I hadn't called Julia, yet, but decided to put if off for a little while as I knew it was not going to be a pleasant task. After all, it would be an end to an incredible fantasy. I knew I should do it right away but I'm like that sometimes, procrastinating instead of resolving the issue at hand. 

I logged on to email and right away noticed there was one from Julia that had arrived late last night. I could feel my chest tighten as I debated opening it. It was simply entitled, "Saturday". Maybe Julia was canceling. I somehow doubted it. Don't ask me why but I passed over it and opened a few emails from some of my other friends and took a few moments to respond back to them. Eventually, I finally got to the place where only Julia's email remained unopened. I inhaled deeply and clicked on her message. 

I stared at the one sentence message as if I was in a trance, which was probably my precise state. I had a lump in my throat and, well, I could feel the beginnings of an erotic state just beginning to move through my body. I probably read it three times before I even took in a breath of air and it was only then that I realized that that was not a rhetorical question and that Julia, indeed, was looking for an answer. An answer to a question that was not inherently sinister but it provoked in me feelings of shame, desire, and foreboding. For Julia had written and posed the following question, "James, do you think it will be more exciting if I feminize you while dominating you?"

Now I don't have any desire to be feminized and have never given the whole concept more than a passing thought. I'm a heterosexual male and that is one thing that I know instinctly to be true just as you know you are right or left handed. But, that was the thing about Julia she had the power to evoke in me eroticism regarding areas I didn't even think I had an interest in. First the feet, then the armpit, then the ass worship suggestion, and now this. I closed the email without replying because realistically what I could I write. "Yes", "No", "Not Sure", "Whatever you like Mistress"? Geez, how quickly the confidence and attitude of the previous hour had so changed. 

Needless to say, my emotional state was one of turmoil and new found indecision. After a few hours of anything but peace it was time to leave and I got in my car and headed out. Since both appointments, yes I still had both appointments, were at 6:00 PM I got in my car and I honestly didn't know where I was going only that I wasn't going to be two places at once. When the time came to make my turn I pulled over to the side of the road and made the call I'd been dreading to make. "I'm sorry, but I'm not going to be able to make it tonight. I feel terrible about not being able to make it but I hope you'll understand. Yes, I'll be in touch. Talk to you soon, Lucy."

I had made my decision and I felt anything but good about it. Yet, I didn't regret it. If I hadn't opened that email I would have been stronger and would have followed through on my dinner with Lucy. Lucy, god I can't believe I just blew her off like that. I got back on the road and motored zombie like the remaining miles to Julia's home. I pulled into the drive and turned off the engine. When I was sufficiently composed I took a deep breath and walked to the front door. It was not long before Julia answered.

When the door opened I knew I had made the only decision I could possibly make. Because, as much as I want the career, the family, etc., nothing can describe the anticipation I felt as I took in what had to be the most beautiful woman in the world. No, she wasn't decked out in any dominatrix outfit as she simply had on a peach colored sweater that clung to her neck closely that seemed to match her almost identical complexion, a pair of well worn and close fitted jeans, and a pair of strappy sandals. No make up, she didn't need any. 

Julia invited me in to her living room and I accepted a glass of wine. Julia didn't waste any time with small talk as her first question was, "James, did you read my email?" I confessed that I did. 

"Well?"

"Julia, I don't know the answer to that question."

"James, I think you do."

I looked down as was starting to feel a bit squirmy. Nothing about this felt sexual as I tried to think of a response.

"Having trouble facing your emotions, James?"

"I think so, Julia."

"Would you like some help in finding your answer?"

"Um, yeah, that would be fine. I mean, I'd be okay with it."

Julia just stared at me with the faintest of smiles on her face. "James, as you know from your therapy sessions that there are a variety of tools that help individuals understand their desires. Especially, those that repress their hidden desires. Those are usually the dark ones, the ones that they just can't seem to face. Are you following me, Jamie?"

I nodded.

"Tonight, I think we'll employ a very basic technique that allow for "pictures" to tell the story. Think of it as a Rorschach Ink Blot type test but only in the sense that the pictures help your mind understand what it sometimes resists. Sound interesting?"

"Yes."

"Oh, one thing, James, you can't have any clothes on while you do the exercise."

"Why is that?"

"Because, James, we're going to watch how you cock behaves when it looks at the photos. Because, Jamey, your penis doesn't know how to lie, does it?" I suddenly had that feeling of being in therapy and very vulnerable and open to the suggestions of the therapist. Yet, this was of course very different. I wasn't in therapy and we weren't talking about vanilla sex or why I can't get along with my boss. We were about to explore areas of my subconscious that I sensed were going to be altogether very different. I wasn't afraid, but I was nervous. "Let's begin, shall we?"

Julia got up and walked to her bookshelf, the very same one that I had been looking at just a few short weeks, ago. She took a key out of her pocket and opened up one of the solid doors of the bookcase and pulled out a rather thick unlabeled leather binder that appeared to have some age on it. 

"Now it's time to take your clothes off, James. Put them over there on the chair. That's it, good boy." She gave me a warm smile. I complied and had a rather odd and awkward feeling of being naked while Julia was fully dressed. She was still sitting across from me when she slid the footstool over to me and said, "Get on your knees and put your penis on the footstool, James." 

Again, I complied. "James, do you like being naked in front of me." As I thought about it I knew that I felt awkward yet at the same time the longer I remained exposed in front of Julia the more comfortable I started to become. 

"I think I do like it." 

"It's exciting to be in the presence of a strong and powerful woman, isn't it? You like the way it makes you feel smaller and vulnerable, don't you? Isn't exciting to give in to a woman who is as beautiful as I am?"

I nodded.

Julia smiled. No, she gave out a small laugh and ran her tongue over her lips.

"Now, James, let's look at the pictures, shall we?"

The first one she showed me was of a drawing of a woman with exaggerated features that was wearing black stiletto shoes. It didn't take long as my penis started to move. We both knew I had a foot fetish. No surprise, here.

The next one was of a woman wearing a sort of a business type professional suit. She was attractive in a Julia type way. We both observed my penis after this photo and no real change. The next photo was of a man who was naked. No response on my part. The next photo was of a pair of woman's panties. Again, no dramatic change as I was about as slightly erected as I was after the first photo.

"Having fun, James."

We both had a small laugh.

Julia flipped a few pages then showed me a the same photo of the man who was naked and the woman in the business suit but this time the man was on his knees and the woman was standing above him. As I looked at this photo I realized the similarity of the moment as I was naked and Julia fully clothed now sitting but still above me. I felt myself stir. Julia didn't flip the page right away.

"Do you like this photo, James?"

I replied that I did. 

The next picture was exactly the same except for one difference. The man was now wearing the woman's panties. And, the woman had a more lecherous type expression to her face. 

I didn't want to react but I did. My penis started to expand just a bit and I could see that Julia took notice. 

"Is it getting more interesting, Jamie? Do the panties excite you?" Do you wish it were you in the picture? 

I was as confused as I was excited. I was not fully erected but I could feel the heat in the room surround me like a blanket. My heart was noticeably thumping and my throat was dry. 

"I'm not sure what I think about it Julia."

"I know what I think. I think Jamie wants to wear panties. Woman's panties. Because Jamie finds the thought of wearing those panties utterly exciting. The concept is irresistible. Am I right?"

I didn't reply as I could only look down. Down on my slowly growing erection. The one I was trying to repress.

The next thing Julia did caught me by surprise. She stood up, removed her sandals, pulled off her jeans and removed her panties. 

"Well, I wasn't exactly accurate with my last statement, James. Because what Jamie finds really, really exciting is wearing Julia's panties. Julia's worn and fragrant panties. But, only after he familiarizes himself with their scent. How does that sound, Jamie? Would you like to sniff my panties before you put them on? Would it add to the excitement? It's not what you would call perverted, now, is it?" 

Too many questions and I didn't know how to answer them. Julia's panties had suddenly become an icon of eroticism. 

"If you ask me nicely, Jamie, I'll let you smell them."

This was beginning to feel humiliating. But, at the same time I couldn't deny the level of excitement was continuing to rise. "Please, Julia, can I have your panties."

"You can." She then stood over me and draped them over my face with the gusset ensconced on my nose. As I took my next breath, one that I anticipated with a level of enthusiasm that I simply can't describe, I realized that I was breathing pure Julia. I liked it. It was turning me on in a way that I had never experienced. 

"That's it James, enjoy the privilege of this moment in time. Allow yourself to be in touch with everything you are feeling right now. It's terribly erotic, isn't it?"

I loved it all. Julia half naked standing above me, her panties, my nudity, but most of all her talking to me. She was reaching deep into my very essence and finding a part of me that I had no idea existed. 

"James, would you like to continue our little session? Are you enjoying it?

"Oh yes, Julia, I do want to continue."

"Here is what is going to happen next. You are going to put my panties on and I'm going to change into a different outfit. When I return we are going to explore a few more of your fetishes. I'll just let you think about that for a few minutes. Try not to miss me too much while I'm changing my clothes, Jamie. OK?"



The Therapist Ch. 04



Jake was furious. 

The girl sat in the passenger seat fidgeting nervously with her thumb and forefinger, as Jake sped through traffic. 

"Don't you think you should slow down?" She suggested. 

"Don't you think you shouldn't sneak out of the house to date men who are ten years older than you?"

The words cut through the thick air of the enclosed space. "I mean seriously Allyson are you trying to give Mom and Dad a heart attack?"

Allyson sat there looking out of the window and twirling her wheat colored hair tightly around her fingers. She tried holding her breath, so that she wouldn't go off on a tangent.

"You know you're not my father, you're my fucking brother and I'm 17! I'm pretty much an adult; I can do whatever the hell I want to. I could sell my virginity on eBay and post about it on my Face book status if I wanted, it's MY CHOICE." She said giving him a spiteful smile.

"Do. Not. Test. Me. Right. Now. Allyson." They were three blocks away from their parent's house. Jake accelerated car even more, before his temper got the best of him and he had the chance to say something he might regret. 

Allyson had already unfastened her belt and as Jake's car came to a stop she opened the door and turned to look at him before grabbing her backpack. "You're right Jake, because you're the social authority on relationships and life. You're 32 and you've never even been engaged, once. So excuse me "Dear Abby" if I don't want to take your advice. Go sell your fucking tonic on Dr. Phil." With that she slammed the door and stormed into the house, Jake waited to make sure she went into the house before speeding off. He needed a drive.

An hour had passed since Jake dropped off Allyson and he was still fuming. He decided to head over to his gym to work off some stress. After looking over some papers in his office and changing in his private bathroom, he made his way down to the main floor, which housed most of the equipment and the day care center. He waved at Albert; a thickly built Chinese guy, who he had been best friends with since his sophomore year in college. Albert and he had met in one of their Communications classes, after being assigned to work on a project together. Their friendship had been bonded not only by their sense of humor, but also by their love of fitness and the Yankees.

"What's up?" Jake greeted him casually with quick head nod.

"Just working out, you look pissed man. What's wrong?"

"My baby sister."

"Ah-hah so our little lotus is blooming." Albert said in a sarcastic voice, a haughty smile on his face.

"Very funny. " Jake replied. Albert gave him a consoling looking before patting him on the shoulder. 

"Hey man I'll spot you. " 

"Thanks. Hey, hold on I think I see someone I know."

Jake turned and walked toward a woman wearing a pair of grey yoga pants and an orange razor back tank. Jake slowly approached her and tapped her on her milk chocolate shoulder. The woman jumped a little and turned around. 

"Oh hey Jake! You almost scared me to death. " The woman rested a hand on her chest in relief.

"Hey Lisa, how ya doing?"

"Good and you?"

"I'm good, actually, hey I wanted to ask you advice on-"

"Corey."

"No- Yeah! How'd you know?"

"Because you're crazy about her, at dinner you couldn't stop touching or looking at her. "

They both chuckled a little, and then continued their conversation, with Jake grilling Lisa for facts; such as Corey's favorite food, flower, and color. Jake saw Lisa's eyes focus on something to his rear, and he turned to see Albert standing behind him. 

Quickly, he introduced the two and gave Albert a quizzical look when he started flirting with Lisa, who giggled in return. 

"Okay, well I'm going let you guys get... acquainted... I'll be lifting."

"Okay." They both said in unison, Jake watched as Lisa and Albert walked away, Albert's hand on the small of her back taking her over to the treadmills. Jake laughed to himself and went to lift trying once again to burn off the anger that still boiled from dealing with his kid sister. 

It was 1 in the morning, when Jake got home after working out, showering at the gym, and grabbing a bite.

Jake had also dropped by to check on Allyson, who didn't say much when he tried to get her to open up about why she had been acting out so much. As soon as Jake walked into his house, he collapsed in the coolness of his large king- size bed. The words of his kids sister still replaying in his dreams.



The Therapist Ch. 04



Author's note: To better understand what is going on, I would encourage you to start with the first chapter and read through. This is part of a series. It was never intended to be a stand-alone story even though it reads like one. Thanks for taking the time to read my work and please vote. If you feel the need to criticize, please make it constructive criticism. This is my first attempt at writing a series, and I know I could use some improvement. 

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Kate woke without the normal horny feelings she usually had. She didn't feel the slightest urge to masturbate. She rolled over and came face to face with her angel, Jane. Jane looked so peaceful with her eyes closed. 

Kate stared at her and a warm feeling came over her. She thought back to yesterday and what had happened. She reached down and touched herself and thought. "Hmm. Not too painful." At that moment, she realized her ass didn't hurt that bad either. "I think I'll make it through the day." She thought. 

She admired Jane's long blond hair. It was so straight and gracefully draped over her body. Her lips were full and soft. Kate always loved the way Jane kissed her. She wondered what it would be like to make love to her, to have Jane make love to her instead of this brutal fucking she got every now and again. She let that thought slip away as she continued to look at Jane. Her eyebrows were blond so Kate new she was a true blond. She looked at her breasts. They were firm and her nipples were semi hard and poking into her tank top. Lying on her side showed her very curvy body and nice hips. Everything about Jane shouted beauty. Kate reached over and kissed her lower lip. Jane stirred.

Blinking a couple of times Jane finally opened her eyes completely. She smiled at Kate, "Good morning," she whispered.

Kate whispered back, "Good morning." 

"How do you feel this morning?"

"Surprisingly good."

"I hope you're not too sore."

"I think I'll be able to manage."

They were both still whispering.

"I'm going to have to go. I need to get Jason off to school and my prick of a husband off to work. Can I borrow a different t-shirt? Something happened to the one I wore over. I wonder what that was," as she winked at Jane.

Jane chuckled, "Yeah, they're in the closet. Just pick one out."

"Thanks," she said as she bent over and kissed Jane's forehead.

Kate climbed out of bed and went to the closet. She pulled out a local Springfield Longhorns t-shirt. She walked out of the closet and held it up for Jane. "I'm taking this one."

"That's fine." Jane watched as Kate removed the t-shirt she wore to bed. She watched as her tits bounced as she moved. That excited her and she reached down and touched herself pulling on her nipples. She didn't bother to hide it, and when Kate pulled the other shirt on, she saw Jane playing with herself. She reached over and grabbed her sweat pants off the dresser never taking her eyes off Jane. By now, Jane had one hand on her now exposed tits, and the other hand was fingering her pussy lips through her panties. Kate pulled her sweat pants on and walked towards the bed. Jane now had her panties off and was fingering her pussy. 

Kate bent down and took a nipple in her mouth and nibbled on it as she whispered to Jane. "I'll make you come Ms. Dawson, but you'll have to come quick." She moved her hand down to replace Jane's. When she felt Jane's pussy, it was already soaked. 

Jane managed a low moan as Kate's finger entered her pussy. "Mmm thank you."

Kate wasted no time. One thing she knew was how to masturbate. She had one hand on Jane's tits and the other inside her soaked pussy. She had the other nipple in her mouth and she worked feverishly on Jane and quickly brought her closer to orgasm. Her fingers alternated between fucking her pussy and rubbing her clit. Jane breathed in gasps as Kate fingered her cunt. She drove three fingers deep into Jane's pussy and Jane arched her back and exploded on Kate's fingers. Kate felt the cum ooze from around her fingers as Jane bucked and writhed under Kate's direction. Jane's body spasmed as her orgasms drug on. Kate expertly worked Jane's clit and caused Jane to come over and over again. Jane got to the point of completion and she reached down and grabbed Kate's hand. Kate's fingers stopped, and she pulled them out of her dripping cunt. 

She brought her fingers to her nose and inhaled Jane's scent. "Feel better now?" 

She offered her soaked fingers to Jane who took them in her mouth and licked them clean. She brought them back to her nose where she could still smell Jane's essence. She stuck one finger at a time in her mouth and licked it clean.

"You know the difference between you and me?"

Jane couldn't speak. She just shook her head.

"I'm an addict. I do it because I have to. You're a nympho. You do it because you love it. Thanks for letting me make you come."

Jane shook her head again. Still gasping for air, she whispered, "No, thank you."

Kate bent down and kissed Jane's lower lip and whispered, "One of these days you and I are going to make love. Right now I need to go." She stood up and looked at Jane. "Thank you for everything you do for me." Then she turned and walked out of the room.

It was just now sunup and the sky was clear as Kate climbed into her Yukon and started it up. She sat there for a moment letting the events of the last twenty-four hours race through her mind. Everything paused when she got to Jane's orgasm this morning. She knew before everything spun out of control again she wanted to make love to Jane. In all this time, Jane helped her, but they never actually made love to each other. She knew Jane was ready and so was she. She slipped the shifter into drive and headed home to face her shit head husband.

She pulled into the driveway and pushed the garage door opener. As the door opened, she could see John's truck was still there. She climbed out of the SUV and walked into the quiet house. Nobody was awake which was perfect for her. She made a pot of coffee and headed for her bedroom. Trying to get into her normal routine, she quickly stripped and climbed in the shower. She let the water flow over her body and reveled at the lack of sexual feelings. She thought to herself. "This feels really good." She didn't have to deny the urge to masturbate because it didn't exist. She quickly showered and dressed pulling on her normal work attire. She stopped by Jason's room as she headed to the kitchen just like she did every day. 

"Rise and shine little man. It's a school day." She heard a moan come from under the covers.

John walked in and grabbed a cup from the cabinet and walked over to the coffee pot. "You okay?" He asked in a very direct tone.

"Yeah. I feel better this morning. And by the way, thanks for picking up Jason yesterday."

Nonchalantly he replied, "No problem," but then in a stern voice, he said, "You need to go see Doc Donald about those migraines. Seems like you've been getting them more and more these days."

She thought, "If he only knew what those migraines were." She responded, "I'll make an appointment for next week. What do you have going on today?"

"We're trying to get basements poured before cold weather sets in. That way we'll have work to carry us through the winter. We're pouring two in Walsh this morning and one in Pritchette this afternoon. I'm hoping to have five or six more poured before the season ends. I probably won't be home before six or so. Where are you today?"

"I'm making up two appointments that I cancelled yesterday plus my regular patients I normally have on Tuesday's, but they're all in town."

Jason walked in and sat down at the table. Kate grabbed a bowl and some cereal and set them down. She grabbed the milk from the refrigerator and placed it on the table as well. "Good morning Jason."

In a sleepy voice he spoke, "Morning mom."

John piped in, "Good morning son."

"Morning dad." He poured his cereal and milk and didn't say anything else.

John said, "Well I need to get going. I'll see you two later tonight." He turned and headed into the garage. 

Kate pressured Jason, "Hurry up and finish eating. We need to get going." He finished his breakfast and headed off to get his backpack. She finished fixing his lunch and when he returned, she shoved the lunch bag in his hand and headed towards the garage. 

She dropped him at school and headed to the office. When she got there Glenda was in the office. She looked up as Kate walked in, "You okay this morning?"

"Yeah. I'm fine. I just had a migraine hit me in the middle of the day."

"I know. Jane Dawson called me. You have a load today."

"I know. I'll get through it."

"I know you will. You always do. Have you thought about seeing Dr. Donald about those migraines? You've been having them a lot here recently."

"Yeah. I told John I would make an appointment next week to get checked out." She knew in a week everyone would forget about this, so she wouldn't make the appointment. She ducked into her office where she could relax for a moment.

She set out to call Carly and Grady to set up her make up appointments. She hated having to make them up, but she knew she had to. She knew her addiction would be back in full strength soon, and she had to stay on track. With her appointments in order, she stopped by Glenda's office, "If you need me, call my cell. I'll be out in the field for a couple of days."

Glenda nodded, "I have it right here. Let me know if you need anything." She knew Kate was good at what she did and never had to worry about her doing her job.

Kate left the office and climbed into her car. She went about making up her missed appointments and meeting her current ones. She was on top of her game and not hesitating for a minute for extra curricular activities. She felt in control of her life and not controlled by her addiction. She breezed through today, and thought about tomorrow. "Oh shit," she thought, "I have to see Jake tomorrow." 

Her mind raced, "What am I going to tell him? What kind of excuse could she make up to get her through the next session with him?" She pondered.

She finally came up with an answer. "She had to tell him the truth. She had to tell him about Jane. She didn't want to lose Jake's trust. She liked him and wanted him to help her later on. Not like Jane, but to really help her with her addiction. She wanted him to feed her addiction." She decided, "If he got persistent, she would suck him off. She would deep throat his cock and let him explode in her mouth." 

She had feelings for Jake. It scared her, but she was not willing to lose him as a client. No matter how scared she got of these feelings, she needed to explore them. She needed to see how real they were. 

She scurried through her day. She picked up Jason from football practice and made it home in time to fix a nice dinner. After she cleaned up and put everything away. She sat down with Jason to enjoy an episode of Glee. She ignored John all evening, and there were only a couple of stares from him that reinforced her hatred for him. 

She thought, "If I could divorce his ass and fuck him in the process, I would do it in a heartbeat." She feared him and what he could do to her in this small town. She knew he could hurt her with his contacts and power in this little Midwest town. She knew, when he was done with her, she wouldn't have a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out of, so she smiled at him as if everything was fine. 

She got Jason to bed and headed to her retreat in the master bedroom, a place she felt comfortable and safe. She bolted the door. She had the locks replaced when he forfeited the room. She wanted to feel safe, as she didn't trust him.

Once the door was locked she relaxed. She stripped and put on a loose fitting spaghetti strapped nightgown. She brushed her nipples and felt nothing. She pulled on them and still felt nothing. This disappointed her a little bit. Kate thought about everything for a minute. She was amazed at the lack of feeling. She felt empty, undesirable, and unattractive. She missed the urges and the desires she usually carried around with her, and there was no tingling in her pussy. 

She thought, "Jane really did fuck me up." She slipped her hand inside her panties and touched her pussy. It was dry. She tried to shove her finger inside herself but it was too dry. "Damn," She thought, "This is fucked up." She moved her fingers to her clit and rubbed it. There were no stimulating feelings. She didn't react to her own fondling. She attributed it to Jane's activities the day before. She felt disappointed and resolved to rolling over and going to sleep. Tomorrow was a new day.

Kate slept well. She didn't experience or act on any sexual urges during the night or that morning; However, she still felt unsatisfied and unfulfilled. She felt a part of what defined her was being denied. She eventually brushed it off and went about her daily routine. She got John and Jason off to work and school and set about her daily routine. She stopped by the office to drop off the paper work for the previous day and pick up today's files. She set out for her daily sessions. Her first stop of the day was Jake.

She was nervous. How was she going to handle the appointment when she didn't need to have sex? Jane diminished her desire for sex to the size of a microorganism, and Jake was expecting the best physical therapist in the county. She thought about what she decided the night before and went with that solution. 

She pulled up in front of Jake's house. The walk to the front porch looked longer than it did the previous visit. She slid out of her SUV and headed towards the door. She knew she had to take control of today or it was not going to go well. She didn't want to experience what she had imagined would be the response from Jake. She reached the front door and didn't hesitate to push the doorbell. Jake answered the door wearing the shorts she had instructed him to wear in their last session and nothing else. She stood there and soaked in this handsome man. She couldn't help but look him over and noticed his semi hard cock and muscular legs. She immediately brought her eyes to his. She mustered a muffled, "Hi."

He opened the screen door and motioned for her to enter. She walked through the door and removed her flip-flops and left them next to the door. Without saying a word, she shuffled past Jake and stopped in the middle of the room. She looked around and everything was exactly as she remembered it. She didn't hesitate a moment and dropped her bag beside his favorite blue Lazy Boy lounge chair. 

She unzipped her bag and reached in and grabbed the two sheets she had placed in there this morning. She spread them out side-by-side on the floor and motioned for Jake to take his place on one. "Did you go over the stretching exercise sheet I left with you?"

He looked at her and responded, "Yes I did."

"Good. We are going to work on those today, and I'm going to do them with you so you can see the correct form. Is there somewhere I can change?"

He pointed to a door, "Yeah, use the front bedroom."

She reached into her bag and pulled out some clothes and disappeared into the adjoining room. Jake patiently waited for her to return. Within minutes she appeared in a pair of white, very tight, short shorts and a white wife beater tank top. The bottoms of her ass cheeks were teasingly exposed. Jake could tell she wasn't wearing panties, as her pussy formed the perfect camel toe under her shorts. She was also braless. Her tank top was thin enough he cold make out the nice brown areolas and saw her nipples pressing against her top. They weren't quite hard, but they were clearly defined. He remembered sucking on them and relished the thought of doing it again. This vision of her and the thoughts of the other day brought Jake's cock to life. He quickly turned away from her so he would not embarrass himself. She walked up beside him and spread out her arms. She motioned for them to spread out a little bit to give each other more room, and Jake slid over some more.

"Alright, let's start with the neck. We're going to do each one of these for a five count. Left ear to the left shoulder as far as you can go." Leaning her head over to touch her ear to her shoulder, "For five, and four, and three, and two, and one."

She brought her right ear to her right shoulder. "Right ear to the right shoulder now, for five, and four, and three, and two, and one."

Bringing her chin to her chest she said. "Now your chin to your chest, for five, and four, and three, and two, and one."

"Okay, and pull your head back and look at the ceiling, for five, and four, and three, and two, and one." 

"Very good Jake," as she turned and faced Jake, "Face me Jake and hands at your side."

Jake turned and faced Kate not saying a word.

"Let's roll the shoulders forward, for five, and four, and three, and two, and one.

"Rear Shoulder rolls now, for five, and four, and three, and two, and one. Great." 

They continued to stretch arms, legs, and back muscles. They worked all parts of their bodies. Once the stretching routines were done, she looked at Jake, "You broke a sweat."

Jake looked down at the beads of sweat on his chest, "Huh, I guess I did. But look at you, cool as a cucumber."

Kate laughed, "And your point is?" She had done this routine so many times that she rarely broke a sweat any more.

Jake just chuckled and headed to the other room. "I'm going to grab a towel and some water. Would you like a bottle of water?"

"That would be nice. Thanks."

Jake returned in a minute with two bottles of water. He had obviously rinsed off and had a towel neatly draped around his neck. He handed a bottle to Kate and twisted the cap off of his. He brought the bottle to his lips and tipped it taking a long draw on it emptying almost half of it before he stopped. "What's next?"

Kate looked at her watch. It had only been thirty minutes. "We're done for today Jake."

Jake moved closer to her. He looked at her puzzled. "This is it? That's all we're doing?" He reached his arms out and pulled Kate into him. 

Kate felt his warm body pressed against hers, and she had to come up with something quick before this spiraled out of control. She felt his cock grow hard against her, and it did nothing for her. She did not even feel a twinge in her not so delicate pussy.

"Jake. Lie down on the sheet for me."

"Gladly," Jake replied as he lay down on his back.

Kate straddled Jake's legs and looked hard at Jake. "I need to tell you something, but first I want you to come in my mouth." As she said that, she grabbed Jake's shorts and pulled them down. Jake's cock sprang out and bounced off his stomach. He had a full erection and Kate reached out and grabbed it wrapping her fingers around his hard cock. "It looks like you are glad to see me Jake."

Jake smiled as she stroked his cock. He was amazed at how expertly she worked his cock. It didn't take long and Jake felt the very beginnings of his orgasm. Kate knew this and lowered her head. She could see the clear slimy pre-cum oozing from the head of his cock. She stuck her tongue out and licked his cum hole at the head of his cock taking the pre-cum onto her tongue and quickly retracting her tongue back into her mouth. 

She tasted the salty fluid and wanted more. She drove her tongue into his cum hole and tried to get more. She lowered her head down and enveloped his head with her mouth. She sucked his cock hard like trying to suck a milkshake through a tiny straw. She wanted more of that pre-cum. When she realized there was no more, she slowly lowered her head even further taking his cock deeper inside her mouth. It reached the back of her throat, and she expertly opened her throat and let him penetrate her even further. 




The Therapist Ch. 05



Anthony stood tranfixed as he watched the two women on the couch. His girlfriend, Angela, was laying back, spread-eagled, her eyes closed, moaning, while Charlotte slid the rubber penis deep into her cunt. He had never seen Angela so sexually aroused before. She never made noise when she was aroused, usually biting her lip and holding it in. To see her now, her hips rising and falling, letting out a hoarse, animalistic moan with every breath, was incredible. 

He felt his cock harden immediately.

Charlotte was manipulating the dildo, expertly, sliding it in and out, and along her slit, working her clitoris, and then plunging deeply into her pussy. All the while, she was talking to Angela in a low, sexy voice, a kind of whispered monologue.

"Feel his cock inside you. Loving you. Filling you."

Anthony felt his cock press against his pants.

"He's fucking your perfect body, Angela. He's fucking your tight little body. He loves your tight little pussy."

She was pumping her now, sliding the dildo into her, faster and faster.

"Your tight pussy feels so good on his cock. So tight. So wet. You make him want to cum. Your tight pussy makes him want to cum inside you."

Angela was rocking her head back and forth now, moaning loudly. She was approaching orgasm once again.

"That's it. Cum with him. Squeeze his hard cock with your tight little pussy. Your beautiful, tight pussy. You're sucking the cum from his cock. Cum with him!"

Angela let out a long, gutteral scream of pleasure as she climaxed. Her little body twitched and trembled.

Anthony stood watching this spectacle with an enormous hard on in his pants. Captivated as he was, he didn't even notice that he was stroking himself. The top half of his cock was visible above the waist of his pants.

Angela's moans became quieter, as her orgasm slowly receded. Charlotte had stopped pumping and was now slowly stroking her with the dildo.

"Wasn't that wonderful? Did you notice how your body accepted his cock, became one with his cock? You allowed it to penetrate you deeply, to fill you. To fulfill you. And why were you able to do that? Because you relaxed. You trusted. You gave yourself over to it. And, because this is the right size cock for you."

Angela opened her eyes. 

"But what about Anthony?"

"Forget Anthony" Charlotte replied.

Anthony stopped stroking and took a step forward.

"What?" he blurted.

"Anthony!" Angela exclaimed, smiling.

"Oh, hello Anthony" said Charlotte, non-plussed.

"I just heard the noise and was concerned" he said, stepping into the room.

"Oh Anthony, Dr. McKensi...Charlotte just taught me the most wonderful things."

"I'm glad. What did you mean 'forget Anthony?'" he asked.

Charlotte covered quickly.

"I was merely encouraging her to disengage from the specific. For therapeutic reasons."

"Oh Anthony, I was able to get these inside me. Isn't that great. That means I'll be able to get you inside me too."

"Not necessarily" Charlotte interjected. "I mean, it's a big jump from the size you've been experiencing and the size that Anthony is. From what you've been telling me about him."

"But it's a step forward, isn't it?" asked Angela, insistently. "I mean, it shows that its possible."

"Well, dear, anything's possible. But that doesn't mean it's probable, or even advisable."

Charlotte turned to Anthony. His hard cock was still visible rising above his belt.

"Look" she said, gesturing. "Look how big he is in his erect state. Anthony, lower your pants."

Anthony hesitated.

"Lower your pants, Anthony! I want to show the two of you just how challenging this is."

Anthony unfasted his belt and dropped his pants. He looked somewhat silly, standing with his pants down around his ankles.

"Anthony, take off your shoes and your pants. I don't want you to trip or something. And take off your shirt too."

Anthony did as he was told and he was soon standing, stark naked, facing them. He had a wrestler's body -- broad, muscular shoulders, a well-developed chest, and a tight ass. His cock stood out, long and thick, roughly parallel to the floor. 

Charlotte's mind was racing now. This Angela girl was not taking no for an answer. She was nothing if not persistent. Couldn't she see that there was no way she and Anthony could be successful sexual partners? She, Charlotte, was MUCH better suited to be his lover. She was experienced, she could teach him things, she could take that big monster cock of his into her pussy... No, it was clear that the best thing for this young couple, from a therapeutic perspective, was to break it off, once and for all. And the only way to do that was to show them, experientially, how difficult, and painful, it would be if they were to try to have actual intercourse. That's it. They can't just hear it from me. They need to feel the pain and frustration themselves. Then they'll come to the right decision. First, we need to make him hard. Big and hard.

"This is a good time for us to transition to our couples therapy. Angela, I think you, too, should disrobe now."

Angela was feeling hot throughout her body and her face was flush. She welcomed the chance to take off her tight cheerleader's outfit. She stood and pulled the sweater over her head. She was wearing a sports bra underneath. She unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She had already taken off her panties so she was standing with only her bra.

"Here, no need for this" said Charlotte, in almost a motherly voice. She pulled helped Angela remove the bra. 

Angela's body was exquisite. An athlete, she had nary an ounce of fat on her body. She had smallish, pert breasts which sat up high. Her nipples were upturned, and extended. Her little sway back led to a perfectly rounded ass and graceful strong legs. She aroused in Charlotte a mixture of desire and envy.

"Now, I'd like to begin with some basics. Come face each other."

The two gorgeous young people stood facing each other, about a foot apart. Charlotte stood facing them, with one hand on each of their backs.

"Good. Now, I want you to relax your bodies. Let the tension flow out. All the tension from the day."

Charlotte's hands gently brushed down each of their backs. Anthony's muscular, hard back. Angela's soft, supple skin. She let her fingers softly glide over their skin in the small of their backs. She let her hands slide over each of their butts. They were so hard. So perfect. She cupped their asses and pressed the two lovers together.

"Now I want you to stand one inch from each other. No embracing yet. That's it. Notice what's touching...what isn't touching. Where your near and where you're far."

Angela's face was at Anthony's chest height. He could feel her breath on his collar bone. He could also feel her nipples occasionally brush against his chest. The feeling was electric. For both of them.

Charlotte, meanwhile, was feeling her pussy grow increasingly wet. She was caressing their butts now, sliding her hand over the contours, talking to them in a low, soothing voice.

"Feel the sensations throughout your body. Feel how your body changes as you feel each other's energy. Angela, you may find your nipples start to grow bigger as they rub against Anthony's chest. Anthony, you may find your penis growing harder, and bigger. That's good. Experience those feelings. Embrace them."

Sure enough, her nipples were growing hard and she ever so slightly moved her shoulders so they brushed against his muscled torso. It felt so wonderful. To both of them. Anthony, too, felt his cock lengthening and pressing against her soft skin. He allowed it to slide to the side where it was free to lengthen even more. The feeling of his cock sliding over her soft skin was intoxicating.

"Now, I want you, Angela, to turn around with your back to Anthony. That's it."

Angela pivoted, so shoulders were against his chest and her ass was against his crouch. His face was filled with her scent, the softness of her hair.

"Now, Anthony, I want you to reach around and gently, very gently, touch Angela's body. With your fingertips only. Good. Now glide them over her arms, her sides, her tummy, under her breasts, over the nipples, along her shoulders, her face, her mouth. Let your finger feel the softness of her lips. Good. Angela, can you take his finger into your mouth? That's it. Suck it, good. Now suck the finger his other hand. Very good."

Anthony's dick was now visible sticking out from between their bodies. Charlotte could see progress. She could also feel her pussy throbbing.

"Now that your finger is moist, use it to massage her nipple. That's it. Roll it around, gently. Feel how it's growing bigger. And harder. Now, with the other hand, feel the area between her legs. That's it. Feel how wet it is. How warm. How ready. Let your finger slide inside her. That's it."

Angela arched her back, closing her eyes. Anthony was playing with her nipples, one at a time, while his other hand was fingering her pussy. Her heart was pounding now and she felt the blood rushing through her body. It felt so hot with his hard body against hers, his fingers rubbing her, inside her, without even seeing him. She pressed her butt back in a sway back position. She was rocking her pelvis against his finger, while rubbing her ass against his hardening cock.

For Anthony, the feeling of touching Angela's breast and pussy, one erect and hard and the other hot and wet, was incredible. He could feel in two fingers exactly how excited she was. At the same time, she was rocking her hips so that her ass was stroking his cock. The hard shaft was sliding between the cheeks of her ass. It was so soft, so enveloping, so unbelievably exciting he thought he might come right then and there.

"Now, I want you to switch positions. I want you, Anthony, to face away from Angela and Angela to engage from behind. That's right. Good."

Angela was pressing up against Anthony's back, her breasts pressed against his strong, ripped body. His ass pressed against her tummy and she was reminded what a fantastic ass he had. So hard and tight. Anthony's cock was huge now, standing out like a bulbous spear from his body. Charlotte stared at it, licking her lips, her pussy dripping.

For Anthony, the feeling of Angela's breasts, and her nipples, brushing against his back made him harder still. He felt her breath against his back. The thought of the roles reversed, of her touching him from behind, made his cock throb.

"Angela, I want you to reach around now. Gently touch his stomach. Feel his abs, his pecs. Don't forget the nipples. Good. Feel his shoulders and arms. Feel his thighs. Feel how big and strong they are. Feel the inside of his thighs. Feel where his upper thighs join the hips. Now, feel his testicles. Hold them. Massage them. Knead them. Now, feel the base of his cock. So big. So strong. Slide your hands slowly up the shaft. Feel it getting harder in your hand. Feel the head. Slide your hands gently over the top, the ridges, the tender underside. Get to know every inch, every corner."

Anthony was breathing heavily now. It felt incredible to feel Angela's body against his and her two hand stroking his hardening cock. Angela had the side of her face against Anthony's back, her breasts heaving. This was so erotic. She felt her pussy dripping.

"Now, we move to the next stage. It's important that we get Anthony fully aroused. We need to make his cock just as hard as it can be. To do that, I want Anthony to lay down on his back on the floor. I have a blanket you can use to be more comfortable. Good. Now Angela, I want you to straddle Anthony at his thighs. Good."

Anthony's cock was laying on his stomach, pointing straight up to his chest. Angela knelt with her legs outside of his so her pussy was open to his view. It was swollen and glistening with her juices.

"Anthony, I want you to raise your cock up in the air. Straight up. Good. Hold it there. Now, Angela, I want you to practice fellatio on Anthony's penis."

Angela hesitated. 

"Angela, I want you to take Anthony's cock in your mouth."

"I know what it is," Angela stammered. "I just have never..."

Charlotte realized the problem.

"Angela, have you ever performed fellatio before."

"No."

"I see. Well, don't worry. There's a first time for everything. I'll just guide you through it."

Charlotte knelt behind Angela, also straddling Anthony's legs. She put her face close to Angela's so she could see Anthony's cock. She spoke in a soft, reassuring voice.

"It's very simple. First, what you want to do is to think of licking a lollipop. Take your tongue and gently lick up the underside of his penis. Good. Slowly lick up the shaft. That's it."

Angela's pink tongue was gliding along Anthony's thick cock. He had never felt Angela's tongue on his cock before. 

It was so exciting he moaned aloud.

"Now, think of your tongue like the tip of an artist's brush. That's it. Now explore the head of his penis. Find the sensitive parts. Nice. Anthony, vocalizing is good. It let's her know what feels good."

Angela was getting into it. It wasn't hard. It wasn't scary. It was actually fun. She was licking him up and down the shaft, playing with the head, with relish.

"See how he's getting bigger already? That's the power you have. Your goal is to make him big. Really big. As big as he can be. As hard as he can be."

Charlotte was feeling it too. Her pussy was throbbing and her heart was pounding. Instinctively, her hands went down to Angela's thighs. Partly to support herself. Partly because she was getting so turned on.

"Now I want you to think about tasting a popsicle. Easy, right? You just open your lips and slide the popsicle in, licking it with your tongue, tasting the sweetness. I want you to try that now. With Anthony's cock."

Charlotte was feeling the insides of Angela's thighs now, pressing herself against her back. Angela suddenly sat up, arching.

"Is everything alright" asked Charlotte. "You're not frightened?"

"No, it isn't that. It's your necklace. It was digging into me."

"I'm so sorry. I completely forgot. Here, perhaps it would be better if I also disrobed. Just so I can work closely with you. Comfortably."

Charlotte pulled off her blouse and threw it aside. She was wearing a black lacy bra which barely held her full breasts. She reached back and unclasped and discarded it. Her breasts were full and perfectly shaped, her nipples upturned.

"I suppose I should just take the rest off. Just to be safe. She stood and pulled off her skirt and lacy panties. 

She was naked now. A luscious, full-breasted, raven-haired beauty. She assumed her position behind Angela, gently snuggling up to her so her breasts pressed against Angela's toned body. It felt incredible.

"Now where were we. Oh yes. You want to imagine your mouth is taking in a popsicle. Just open your lips and let it slide in."

Angela opened her bee-stung lips and approached the tip of his cock, tentatively. She was comfortable with the licking. That was easy. But his cock was so big. What if she couldn't do it? She gently put her open mouth on him, and pulled away.

"It's okay. It's nothing to be frightened of. It just takes practice. Try again."

Again, Angela lowered her fleshy lips to his cock. Again, she pulled away.

"Don't worry about it" reassured Charlotte. "Let's try something different."

Charlotte stood up and crossed to other side of Anthony. She stepped over him with one leg and lowered herself so she was straddling him at the chest, facing Angela. And facing his cock. Charlotte and Angela were both straddling Anthony only facing each other, with his cock between them.

"Perhaps if I demonstrated, it would be easier."

Anthony was holding his cock straight up in the air. It was enormous now, fully erect. The idea of two women hovering over his hard cock, talking about sucking him, made his dick throb. Charlotte leaned forward on her hands and knees knees, sticking her ass out behind her. Anthony was staring at her open pussy.

"I like to think about making my mouth into a pussy. Making my lips soft and letting the cock press into my mouth, spreading my lips. Like this."

She opened her lips slightly and lowered them to his now rock hard cock. She wore red lipstick and the sight of her ruby lips encompassing his swollen head made Angela's pussy ache. Her hand reached for her crotch, instinctively. 

She watched as Charlotte let his big, bulbous head spread her lips and then pop inside her mouth. She ran her tongue over and over the head while Anthony moaned loudly. Then she lifted her head off and smiled.

"Now, you try it."

Angela lowered her mouth to his now moist cock. Her lips were full and fleshy, big, sexy, bee-stung lips. When she parted them, they looked like a swollen, pink pussy. She started to wrap her lips around his engorged head and tasted the salty sweetness. She let her tongue find the tip and she tickled the hole, circled the ridge. Finally, she opened wide and let the entire head into her mouth. So big. So ripe. So hot.

As Charlotte was watching this unfold, her tongue was licking her own lips. She was also pressing her crotch into the muscles of Anthony's chest. He could feel her hot, wet pussy against his chest and it made him incredibly hot. He was breathing heavily and as his chest expanded, it pressed even more against her pussy. She, in turn, slowly, almost imperceptibly, rocked her hips to rub herself against him.

"Good. Very good. Now, the next step is to combine manual stimulation at the same time you take him deeper into your mouth and throat. It takes some practice but you'll get it I'm sure. Again, I like to think of my mouth as a warm, wet vagina enveloping him. Like this."

Again, Charlotte leaned forward and took the head of his cock into her mouth. Angela could see her tonguing him, sliding the pink flesh over and around the head. Her hands had found his shaft and were stroking him. He was so big it took two hands. Her motion was slow, methodical, sensual. She stroked him, pulled his skin back, gently brushed her fingers over the shaft, cupped and massaged his balls. Angela watched in amazement as she opened her throat and slid the huge cock deep inside. Her mouth had to open wide as she slid down the shaft. Then, she removed his cock and brushed her face against the shaft. One side then the other. A quick lick and then the lips were around the tip and sliding down the shaft again. It was like watching a conductor at work. Anthony was moaning loudly.

"There" Charlotte said, releasing him, breathing hard. "You have to breathe through your nose and relax your throat. Especially with a very, very large penis like this one. You try it."

Angela slowly positioned herself. More comfortable now, she took his cock in both hands and she easily wrapped her lips around his head, pressing him into her mouth. Charlotte marvelled at how sexy her full, fleshy lips looked wrapped around that huge cock. She made her lips big and soft, rolling them around the tip and head, like a swollen pussy yearning to be penetrated. Her tongue flicked the area behind his head causing him to shudder. Then she pursed her lips and slowly kissed her way down the shaft, licking at times, until she got to his balls. She licked them and took them, one by one, into her mouth.

She's got a real knack for this, Charlotte thought. Angela was really getting into it, losing herself, her two hands working his shaft, stroking him, up and down, over and over. He was moaning loudly now and Charlotte could see some pre-cum gather at the tip. Charlotte's mouth was open now, she was panting, imagining her mouth on that gorgeous cock. She scooted herself back and placed her pussy above Anthony's face. He could see how wet she was.

"Good Angela. Very good. Now keep it up. That's it. Now, I want you to use your tongue. Do you hear me? I want you to USE YOUR TONGUE."




The Therapist Ch. 05



I watched Julia exit the room and at that moment you could say that I was reeling from the powerful effects that she had so easily imposed on my will, or whatever was left of it. I took a long slow inhale and as I released my breath I began to contemplate my situation. I was about to put on Julia's panties and I didn't know how I felt about that. I held them in my hand and it occurred to me how utterly ridiculous I would look inside of them. Yet, the combination of the feel and the fragrance were intoxicating. Who was I kidding, I knew I was going to comply. 

The second consideration was the anticipation of Julia's change of clothing. My imagination was unleashed as I envisioned Julia's beautiful feet encased in high heels, her gorgeous legs supported by black-seamed stockings leading to a short leather skirt, and some kind of leather corset or black bra supporting her beautiful breasts. Perhaps she would be wearing glossy red lipstick. Maybe her hair would be up. I took it a step further and imagined the clicking of her heels as she approached me. To say I could hardly stand the wait would be a gross understatement.

It was just about 5 minutes before Julia made her entrance back downstairs and into the room. As I looked up at Julia from my position on the floor I was at a loss to explain Julia's new change of clothes. It's like everything I imagined and anticipated was anything but the reality of the situation as Julia wore a button down long sleeve blouse, loose fitting charcoal gray business type slacks, almost man- like in appearance, plain brown loafer type shoes with dark dress socks, and to finish this absurd change of venue a sports type jacket, something similar to what a college prof might wear to class. I didn't know what to think or say. I wondered if she had changed her mind about the evening's activities.

I was sitting on my bottom, yes the bottom clad with Julia's panties, with my legs crossed as Julia purposefully walked over to me with possibly the slightest of sneers on her face. "So, James, we really need to get you a larger size of panties, don't we?" She let out a quick but brief laugh before resuming with, "Of course, we don't really know yet if you'll embrace this new role, do we?" I wondered exactly what the "new role" was going to be but I didn't say anything. I'm sure my face accurately portrayed the confusion of the moment.

"OK, Jamie, get on your knees and face me when I sit down. Bring the footstool over for my feet." I did so and Julia propped her right foot on the stool. As I looked at the black shoe that was anything but feminine I wondered where this was going to go. As it were I wouldn't have to wait long to find out.

"Do you like my shoes, Jamie? 

"Well, yeah, they're pretty nice."

"I'm wearing them for you. You know that, right? I mean you know this is all part of your exploratory education. Or, you could say, Julia 101." 

"Um, Julia, I don't get it. Why these shoes?" 

"Why not these shoes?"

With this Julia pointed to the right foot that was on the footstool. I knew what this meant and with a minimal level of anticipation I supplicated myself to her request and kissed this shoe. The moment was anything but sexy. 

"Lick it."

I began licking the shoe and as she turned it from side to side I would follow along. I repeated the same actions on her left shoe without much inner passion. However, I did do my best to act like I was enthusiastic about it because, well, it was still Julia. OK, well it was a little bit of a thrill but nothing like the other activities so far and maybe some of that was I just didn't see the eroticism of this act. I tried to fight off the feeling of disappointment that started to emerge.

However, Julia was not deterred. She kept rotating her shoes while giving instructions. Side to side I alternated between kissing and licking. Finally, after 10 minutes or so of this exercise Julia had me stop.

"James, you really are doing a piss poor job of worshipping my shoes." As I started to reply, Julia said, "Save your feeble excuses as I don't want to hear them. I believe you need some encouragement James. What's the point of humiliating yourself by wearing girl's underwear if you can't even pay homage to your goddess's feet? Trouble multi-tasking? Yes, James they still are my feet. The ones you love. The ones you crave. Are you so blind as to not realize those same feet? Can you not see past the shoe to the foot?"

As I started to reply Julia held up her hand and spoke, "Lie on your back." I retreated, rolled a little to the side, extended my legs and placed my back on the cool wooden floor. For what seemed like an eternity nothing happened. But, I knew whatever happened next was not going to be initiated by me.

"Beg me, James." 

"OK. Um, for what, Julia?

"For your lesson in encouragement. Remember?"

"Um, could I please have my lesson in encouragement, Julia?"

"What would be the appropriate lesson for insulting me and my shoes, James? Just how are you going to make it up? Think about your answer because you have only one chance to get this right."

Oh, boy. "Well, Julia, I don't really know what answer you are looking for but I think I do have one. It's one that is, um, appropriate to the situation. At least, I think it's appropriate. I think, I think you should walk on me with your shoes, Julia."

"Why is that appropriate, James?"

"Because I showed disrespect?" She looked at me questioningly but with anticipation. More assertively, "because I showed disrespect to your shoes and you. I'm sorry, Julia."

"How sorry?"

Softly I said, "I'm very sorry, Julia. Please forgive me."

Julia then put one foot on my naked chest and smiled. "Now you get it, James. You said the right thing. Very good boy. You can be just so sweet sometimes." Followed by the Julia smile. "You're making progress slave james." 

I don't recall being called a slave by Julia but it stirred something in me. Here I was naked, except for Julia's panties, on my back, begging to be walked on with clunky dress shoes but here's the interesting part. I no longer cared about the shoes or the outfit as it was Goddess Julia towering over me and I could think of no one anyplace more beautiful and sexy as this woman right now in this room.

"Please, Julia."

"Please what, slave boy?"

"Please walk on me."

"Walk on you with these clunky shoes? That would excite you? To be walked on in shoes like these?"

"It would. It would very much, Julia."

And, I meant it. My heart was beating deeply and I could feel myself start to perspire ever so slightly. It was like a switch was turned on and for the life of me I didn't see it coming. I went from pretending to be enjoying this ritual to actually craving in it in what, 5 minutes time? My penis started to stir and Julia had not even started what was certainly going to be a strange yet provoking experience. I mean being walked on was something I'd never even thought about before. How could such an act be stimulating to the point that I was beginning to become erect. I have read about CFNM type situations but I never quite got it or at least never conceived of it as being erotic. 

Julia began to drag the sole of her shoe over my nipple while not uttering a word. She just watched me. From one nipple to the other back and forth and at times pressing down rather firmly to create a friction that was not altogether pleasurable, yet not so painful as to want it to stop. I swallowed hard and then realized I was fully erected. I think I let out a moan. 

"So, you like your tits walked on do you, Jamie. You find it exciting for your Queen to drag her thick shoe on your tender breast, don't you? Otherwise, your cock wouldn't be so hard, would it? It's a somewhat small cock but I think it's a cute one as small cocks go."

Yikes, talk about a free fall through space and time. I can remember times of intense love making with women that were not as stimulating as Julia and her light foreplay. That voice, those eyes, geez, she owned me. My cock was now sticking way out of Julia's panties as if it were trying for an escape. 

"Jamie, your small cock looks like it could use some attention, don't you think? Actually, it looks like it's trying to become big." Followed by the patented Julia short giggle. At this point she dragged her foot down my body and over my stomach and paused just before she reached my cock. She then positioned herself with both legs on each of my sides and while facing me, smiled the smile of someone who is in complete control and knows it, and then lifted up that same foot and placed it one inch above my throbbing cock. She gave it just the briefest of playful kicks. Of course, my cock retreated just a bit but quickly resumed the same position if not straining to be even a bit larger, if that was possible. Another short playful kick followed by the giggle. 

Julia then lowered her shoe and with her heel covering the top of my balls with the rest of the shoe extending to the tip of my cock she slowly, but firmly, pressed down and held. As I was craving some Julia contact even the touch of her shoe felt erotic. She held it there for 10 seconds and just when I thought she was going to lift up she began to slowly, ever so slowly, rub from side to side like she was extinguishing a smoldering cigarette butt.

"Admit it James, you're right where you belong aren't you? Right under the sole of my shoe and you find this very exciting, don't you? More fun than being on a traditional date, don't you think?"

Geez did she know I had another date for tonight. No way, of course, yet she had demonstrated this uncanny sense of what I was thinking several times before as if she had a window into my minds eye.

Julia continued to play, as there could be no other word for it, with my cock for several minutes alternating between the playful kicks and more forceful presses to the point that I realized that I was getting close to an ejaculation. 

"Please, Julia."

"Please what slave boy?"

"I'm afraid I might come, Julia."

"Not yet, slave boy, as you have one more act to perform before you even think about your pleasure. You're not here for your pleasure, you know? James? James, answer me?"

Obediently, I replied, "I'm here for your pleasure Julia. Just tell me what to do."

Julia removed her foot from my cock and placed her legs on the sides of my hips once, again. She stared down at me and smiled. Yes, it was the evil grin but the truth was I liked that evil grin. I realized that it turned me on because it meant Julia was turned on. 

Julia crouched down while bringing her bottom over my chest and with her knees off the ground but close to the sides of my head she gazed down upon me. She kept one hand on the chair next to us for balance.

"Here comes the best part, Jamie. Here comes your next Julia fetish. Do you think you're ready for something new? Can you see it coming?"

Unlike the shoe ritual I couldn't see it coming and really had no idea what was going to happen next. In retrospect, if I had connected all of the dots I might have known what was in store but when you're in the frenzied state I was in it all happens so fast you have little time to think.

I looked up with the proverbial "deer in the headlights" glaze and shook my head. What I did know was that whatever it was I wanted it. Julia had me in such a state that she could have done anything and I would have embraced it. 

"It's coming, James, but first one of your familiar Julia fetish's is about to happen because we want to make sure you're in the right mood, don't we? We want you so excited that it's hard for Jamie to think straight." She licked her lips.

Julia quickly and expertly peeled off the shoes, the socks, and flung them to the side. She stood straight up and the placed her right, then her left foot on my chest and I now had the full weight of my goddess pressing into my very being and I knew at that moment that I both welcomed it and craved it. Julia lifted her exquisite right foot and held it an inch or so above my face. As she rotated it ever so slightly my anticipation was growing at an exponential rate. After all, it's a perfect foot. 

"Please, Julia, can I kiss it?"

"Are you worthy foot slave?" Smiling, "I don't think quite yet. Lick the bottom. Clean it. Clean it up so it's nice and fresh. Fresh and sweet like the rest of me, Jamie."

As directed, I licked and cleaned the right foot. Then the left. Next Julia put her toes to my lips and slowly edged them into my mouth. Slowly, but deeply. It wasn't long before I could hardly move my tongue as her foot kept penetrating even deeper into my already consumed mouth. Yet, it was nothing short of bliss. To have the foot of my queen all to myself, well, I did wonder if I was worthy. I closed my eyes and drifted to that place where there are no distractions and just pure pleasure. Just when I was reaching the peak of my contentment Julia withdrew her foot and now stood atop me again. I struggled to catch my breath as her weight was shifting and causing me to adjust in my support of her full body weight. 

Julia knelt down with her knees to the side of my head and smiled. "Did you like the licking, James? Did it turn you on to lick the bottoms of my feet?" After I nodded, Julia said, "Do you want to continue to lick? Lick something else?"

Wow, I couldn't believe it but with Julia's body positioning she could only mean one thing as she had to be referring to her pussy. Yet, I somehow couldn't believe I could be that lucky. On the other hand, I'd been fortunate enough to enjoy other parts of Julia, so why not? Given this chance I'd do my best to give Julia the oral pleasure she deserved. If I performed well enough it could evolve into a regular activity. I can't describe how utterly exciting this prospect was for me.

"Unzip me slave and prepare to give me oral pleasure."

My god, it was true. I was about to embark on an incredible foray into pleasuring this Goddess and the time was now. Never mind the manly outfit that so preoccupied me earlier I was past all of this and the excitement was at a peak. I undid the top button. Next, I reached for the zipper and unzipped. But, at that moment I noticed something very strange. For as I undid the zipper I felt something hard shaped underneath. Almost like an object. I stopped and looked up at Julia not quite sure of myself anymore.

"Why Jamie, you've paused in your assignment. No point in slowing down what's about to happen unless this is your way of savoring this new fetish." With this she laughed a deep throaty laugh. Whatever I thought seconds ago I now knew was only a figment of a fantasy as I was pretty certain about what was going to happen next.

With the element of surprise half way exposed Julia rose to her feet. She stepped away from me and turned 180 degrees and slowly removed her pants leaving her with the shirt and coat as her only apparel. Off came the coat. The shirt remained and it draped over her buttocks. Julia then turned around and what I suspected, no what I feared, did indeed turn out to be true. 

"Do you like it Jamie? Does it excite you? Don't answer me with your voice. Let's look at your cock. Well, it isn't exactly soft, you know." She laughed, again. She was right not only was I erected but I could sense I was growing. "Jamie, my, my, you're so excited, aren't you?" 

She directed me to my knees. "Take a good look my slave. Remember how it looks and feels. Now, open your mouth. That's it....wider...good boy. Take it all the way. Hmm, slut boy, you've answered my question quite nicely and without knowing it." Another Julia laugh. "Because if your cock is any indication feminizing you before you swallowed my cock was a very good idea." 

With Julia's dildo at the back of my throat all I could do was consensually nod. 



The Therapist Ch. 05



Sorry for the delay ya'll.. I have somethings going on... Hope ya'l like it.. Please give me feedback so I can continue... :) 

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Cory was furious.

The air steamed with her anger as she paced barefoot across her hardwood floors; each step creating a heavy thud that echoed through the apartment walls. She was dressed in white boxer shorts; rolled up and barely grazing the tops of her toned thighs with a huge hoodie from UGA, her alma mater. 

"God Cory, you're so dumb! You meet a guy and then you go and let him eat you out, not that you regret that, because IT WAS AMAZING!! Okay, okay. You need to calm down, you're talking to yourself. Maybe he's busy and he didn't have time to call you, maybe you should call him. No, you can't call him, that's desperate. What if he just wanted to try something different? God, I hate being a woman sometimes. Okay, Core, get it together."

Cory strode to the fridge grabbed a pint of Birthday Cake ice cream and watched re-runs all night, all the while trying to keep her mind off of Jake. Tomorrow I'll do some shopping and focus on trying some new recipes. Things always look better the next day. With that she fell asleep on the sofa, the soft dripping of melted ice cream slowly pelting the wooden floors. 

When Corey woke up, it was twelve in the afternoon and her feet were sticky against the hard wood floors. She let out a disgusted groan before cleaning up the mess and going to take a shower. Corey decided that today, she would focus on the good things, she would see her interaction with Jake as a "tune-up" of sorts. She walked to her closet, body freshly lotioned and adorned in a beige bra and undies set. Corey ran her fingers lightly over the fabric of dresses hanging up her closet, before picking a coral colored dress with a neckline that hit the tops of her breast and flared out in an A- line pattern. Corey loved the dress, because it was simple, yet it made her feel beautiful and womanly. She picked some strappy sand tone heels, which she slid her red painted toed feet in and stepped into the dress, spraying on a light mist of perfume before grabbing her large tote purse and a crème cardigan, in case she caught a chill. 

Jake walked through the Farmer's Market with Brendan, one of his clients, who he had been training for the past 5 months and who had lost a total 17 pounds; bringing him to a weight of 265. Brendan was only 17 and after meeting him, Jake had agreed to work with him as much as possible to reach their goal. Today, Jake was teaching Brendan about the importance of choosing healthy foods. Jake had also chosen the farmers market, because he knew Brendan was really into photography and that he could catch some amazing shots there. As he walked around listening to Brendan talk about his classes, he saw a flash or coral flap in the air. As they walked closer, he was sure he could smell Corey's scent; vanilla, and honey. As he approached the coral flag; which flapped off the side of an open white tent, Jake was surprised to see Corey as she rounded the corner; a tote bag on one arm and a recycled canvas bag filled with recently bought scarves and fresh fruits and vegetables. 

Corey's head was down and she placed the apples she'd recently bought in her canvas bag and as she looked up she was startled to see Jake standing before her in dark wash jeans with black polo and some black Nike Shox's on his feet. Cory's face held a startled look before she regained her composure. "Um, hey, Jake."

"Hey, Cory, I meant to call-" 

Cory tried to brush him off and quickly turned her attention to the younger man, before introducing herself. "Hi, how are you? My name's Cory and yours?"

Brendan sensed the tension and was quick to offer the hand that Corey offered "I'm Brendan, Jake's my trainer."

"Oh, wow that's cool. So what are ya'll up to?"

"Jake's teaching me about healthy eating and I was taking some shots for my photography class."

"Oh, wow. Well, it was nice meeting you Brendan and it was nice seeing you again Jake." Corey tried to make her way around Jake and his massive frame, but he stepped in front of her.

"Corey, why don't you join us?" We're going to grab some things and then I'm making dinner for Brendan and me. It is kind of late, but you have to eat, don't you? "Jake's eyes watched Corey for her reaction, hoping she wouldn't say no. 

"Umm.. I-" Corey began. 

Brendan, sensing the tension and wanting to help out Jake, interjected. "Come on, it will be fun, plus I can show you the shots I took I today and Jake's a great cook." He said with a reassuring smile.

What's the harm in going to dinner? It's not like we're going to be alone. It's just dinner, at Jake's place with one of his clients. No big deal, right?

"I guess I can come by and look at your pictures." Corey said reluctantly. 

"And have dinner." Jake countered.

"I'm not really hungry, but-"

"And dinner." Jake's voice held an edge of finality. 

"And I guess have dinner..." Corey halfheartedly agreed.

After Jake had gathered the ingredients for the night's meal and Brendan had taken enough frames, they headed back to Jake's in his car, which Corey also insisted against.

You're going to have dinner with a guy who basically did a "hit and run" on your vagina, well he didn't "hit it" per say. What he did do was make it feel so good. So good, men with talents like that come once in a lifetime. Damn. 

"Corey, are you okay? " Jakes voice snapped Corey out of her train-of- thought.

"Yeah, fine. Why do you ask? "Corey countered with a furrowed brow.

"Just asking, well anyway, we're here."



The Therapist Ch. 05



With that, Anthony arched up and sunk his tongue into Charlotte's dripping wet pussy.

"Yes!" said Charlotte. "That's it. Use your tongue. Yes! Lick everywhere with your tongue!"

Anthony thrust his tongue deep into her pussy.

"Oh, you're doing great. So great. It feels so good. I mean, I'm sure it feels so good. Now find the sensitive part and lick it. Lick it."

Anthony's tongue found her swollen clit. He brushed his broad tongue over the fleshy mass and Charlotte's whole body shook. Again and again he licked it. She felt her orgasm peaking.

"Now suck it. I want you to suck it hard. Really hard. That's it. Suck it and lick it! Suck it and lick it!"

Anthony sucked and licked her clit until she started to come. Angela too was sucking hard, squeezing her lips tightly, making loud sucking noises.

Suddenly, Angela pulled up her head and wiped her mouth. There was a big smile on her face.

"Wow! That was fun! But I had a little trouble breathing."

Anthony's cock was glistening with her saliva. He was still at full mast. He hadn't come yet.

Charlotte composed herself. She was out of breath too.

"You did very well, Angela. You're a very fast learner."

She turned to Anthony's cock, holding it upright.

"Now, you see that Anthony is fully erect. Your oral stimulation has brought him to his full state of arousal."

She was catching her breath, delirious, thinking fast.

"See how long and thick his shaft is? I can't even get my hand completely around the base. And the head. I mean, for godsakes, look at the head. It's so engorged. So incredibly big. It's like an apple. Can you imagine getting this huge cock inside your tight little pussy? It's not possible! Believe me, there's such a thing as physical impossibility!"

Angela was looking at Anthony's cock. Her expression was calm, even loving. She looked at Charlotte with a look of determination.

"I'm going to give it a try" she exclaimed.

"Angela, I don't think that's a good idea" Charlotte protested. "I mean, I'm concerned about your safety too."

"I want to try" said Angela, determinedly.

Angela got up and stood over Anthony. Charlotte got up and moved to the couch.

"Anthony, I'm game if you are" she said with spunk.

"Me too" answered Anthony.

Angela positioned herself over Anthony's cock, legs spread. He held his erect penis straight up, pointing to her pussy. Slowly she started to lower herself until her legs were at ninety degrees, her thighs parallel to the floor. It was an old gymnastics drill, to strengthen the legs.

"I don't think this is advisable at all" said Charlotte.

"Charlotte, would you please give us some privacy?" said Anthony directly. Indignant, Charlotte slowly picked up her clothes, opened the door, and walked out.

Alone now, Angela slowly lowered herself closer to Anthony's waiting cock. His tip was just an a centimeter from her pussy. 

His cock was gleaming from all the saliva from Angela's sucking. Her pussy was dripping wet. As she pressed the lips of her swollen pussy onto his hard cock, she felt it slip into the folds, spreading her. All the lubrication, from her pussy, and the saliva on his cock, helped the tip slide into her pussy. It spread her, a lot, and she let out a gasp as it filled her, but it didn't deter her. It was a pleasurable pain, one she relished and longed for. 

Squatting above him, using her strong legs to control amount of penetration, she was able to take him slowly inside her. Her hands were on her knees and her back arched. She held it there, just with the head inside her, and she rocked her head side to side, her hair flowing. He watched her get used to the feeling of his cock inside her.

For him, it felt like the most glorious velvet vise was squeezing the head of his cock. He felt her tight pussy squeezing him, yet it was soft and wet. So glorious. So good. He watched her, hovering over him, her breasts heaving, her back arched. She started to take him deeper.

"Baby, are you sure you want to?" he asked, sweetly. He didn't want to ruin this perfect moment.

"Yeah" she said, breathily. "I do."

He felt the velvet vice sliding down his shaft. It was the most incredible feeling he'd ever felt. She lifted herself up, and back down, sliding the shaft into the wet folds of her pussy. Again and again she rose and fell. It felt so good to be penetrated by him. Finally. For him, it took every ounce of self control not to come right then and there. It felt that amazing.

After several minutes of taking him a few inches deep, she became more stretched out, and she got more adventurous. 

She started to undulate her body, the way only an athlete can, sliding his cock in and out of her. She raised herself so he pulled almost all the way out, so the tip was spreading her once again, and then pushed down so he sunk into her. She was spreading herself even more, readying herself for the thick base.

She was feeling so comfortable now, so into it, her head was swimming. She felt waves of pleasure each time his cock went deep, and each time it came out again. She was breathing hard and moaning, her eyes closed, riding him up and down. Anthony could only reach her legs and ass and he let his fingertips caress them both. She loved it. 

He started to gently press his hips up, thrusting into her, ever so carefully. It made her cry out with pleasure. 

Oh my God, she liked it! She wanted more. It was so great to see my cock entering her and her enjoying it. She wanted my cock inside her. He pressed his pelvis upward and his cock sank into her, further than it had been before. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she collapsed. He reached up to support her and she crumpled on his chest, his cock still pressing into her pussy.

"I'm sorry. Are you okay?" He was afraid he'd blown it.

She looked him in the eyes, lovingly. 

"I'm fine. It just feels so good. I want to come with you. I want us to come together."

He looked at her beautiful face, relieved.

"I want that too. Let's come together."

She sat up, facing him, her hands on his muscled chest. She started to move her body, undulating. So sexy. So unbelievably sexy. She put her fingers in her mouth and rubbed her nipples. She was circling her hips, rubbing his cock against her clit, and it felt amazing. Still, she didn't take him too deeply, just half way.

He had his hands on her body. Caressing her. Feeling her hips as they moved. So sexy. He reached up and held her breasts and she arched her back. Her nipples jutted out, big and hard. He fingered them and she moaned loudly.

"Give me your cock, Anthony" she moaned. He had never heard her talk like this before. He'd never heard her say the word "cock" before. She had never made a sound during sex. This made him so turned on he lifted his pelvis into her. She dug her fingernails into his pecs.

Her mouth opened and she let out a shriek.

"Yes! I love it. It feels so good."

He thrust into her again.

"Yes! Give me your cock. I want it deeper in me!"

He started to steadily pump her, stroking her, going a bit deeper with every stroke. 

"God, yes. I'm going to come, baby. Come with me!"

He reach up and held her hips and pressed himself into her. He was careful to not go too deep, to not hurt her.

"Ahhhhhhhhh" she moaned. "I'm cummmmming!"

He felt her tight pussy contract on his cock and it was heaven. He felt the orgasm begin almost instantly, coming from a place deep in his being. 

"Come with me! Come with me!" she screamed.

He felt an electrical shock fire through his body and shoot through his cock.

"I'm gonna come too" he gasped and he erupted inside her pussy, filling her with his cum. 

"Oh yes, come baby! Come in me. Fill me up."

He felt his cum shoot out again, spraying her, deep in her pussy. Her body convulsed and she let out an animalistic scream. Finally, she collapsed on his chest. He held her for the longest time. 

It was the happiest moment of their young lives.

* * * *

Charlotte never called Anthony after that day. Over the next several weeks, she realized she had compromised her professional integrity through her relationship with Anthony. She realized her sessions with them were motivated by her own sublimated sexual desires and that it was manipulative and wrong. Still, she took some consolation in the fact that she had helped the young couple overcome the sexual issues facing them. She vowed to deal with her own issues by seeking therapy herself. 

As it turned out, the therapist she ended up consulting was divorced. She ended up seducing him during one of their sessions. 

And he was very well-endowed.



The Therapist Ch. 06



Writers Note: After publishing Changing Marriage Ch. 1 I received so many nice comments from some of the readers that I wanted to thank all of you for taking the time to write. Many of you expressed a desire to read more of Julia and James (The Therapist) and that is what motivated me to write Chapter 6. I hope you enjoy it! 

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That Sunday evening at home James lay in bed reviewing the status of his upturned life. He couldn't sleep a wink as his overly active mind could only think of Julia. Julia, the woman who if nothing else, was a constant presence in his mind yet seemed so far out of reach that he may as well be living on the west coast. Curiously, none of this diminished his utter fascination and desire for her. On the contrary, it only seemed to fuel it.

James thought, "What kind of man allows a woman to play so contemptuously with him and does not walk away? Why tolerate the indignities perpetrated by Julia when he knew he could have a great relationship with someone like Lucy?" The answer was complex but when James drilled down into the matter he knew it was Julia's charm, knowledge, beauty, and, most of all, her ability to manipulate him in such a way that he was always felt alive in her presence. It may have been the latter that was so compelling to James because although there were other "nice" women who were available, who were both smart and attractive, none of them had ever released the unbridled level of passion that Julia could do by just walking into the room. Because, James knew, it wasn't just Julia walking into the room, it was Julia walking into the room with the enthusiasm and expertise to reach deep down into his psyche and awaken in him desires that he didn't even know that he possessed. And, there was that charm. Julia oozed charm in her most basic of mannerisms. She was sexy peeling an orange or even changing her shoes. Turning her head to make eye contact with you would stop you on a dime. Were there any limits to what he would do for her? This thought both excited and frightened him. Was there a future for this relationship, and if so, what did it look like? He forced himself to not answer that question by moving his thoughts to his work schedule for the next day, rolling over on his side and finally falling asleep at 3:00 AM, knowing he was going to be a wreck at work the next day as his alarm was set for 6:00 AM.

On Wednesday James could not summon the courage to call Julia so he sent her an email. He felt awkward and insecure after their...well, he wasn't even sure what to call there last meeting. Was it a date, appointment, or a session? It felt more like the latter to James as it always seemed like he was at the mercy of this woman who was eternally a step ahead of him as she choreographed their interactions so that the outcome, her outcome, was exactly what she had intended. James, breaking free from his reverie, constructed his email so it was brief simply asking Julia if she had any free evenings open on the weekend. If so, he wrote, he would love to get together. James hit the send button knowing he was taking one more step down the road of surrender. 

Several times on Thursday James checked his email only to find messages from several of his friends, but none from Julia. He read each one faithfully with little interest in any of them and responded to the ones that required one. Even his best friends captured little of his interest at the moment. James began to doubt whether Julia was going to get back with him even thought it had only been 24 hours since his inquiry. Unfortunately for James, it served to only increase his feelings of not being worthy of a woman like Julia. She was too beautiful, too smart, too popular, too busy, too everything for a guy like him. James went to bed Thursday evening thinking that he would never here from her again. He finally found sleep contemplating life without this woman. He didn't like how that made him feel. 

It was mid-afternoon when Julia's email arrived in James Inbox and with an equal sense of trepidation and excitement he opened it. James heart sank when he read the first part where Julia stated that she has already made plans all weekend for the evenings. However, she went on to write, "While I am busy each evening I could still meet you from 6:00 -- 7:00 PM on Friday. We'll meet at my home. For Friday's meeting I think it would be a good idea to bring a resume with you. I know it's not much notice but if you could update it before you arrive that would be so excellent. I want you to think very carefully on how you structure this updated version. To be specific I want it to resonate with me and be relevant to our personal relationship." Signed, Julia.

To say that James was perplexed at this most recent reply would be an understatement. A resume?? What in the world could she have in mind with a resume wondered James. More troubling still, what information would he put on it. Was Julia looking to see what his job skill set entailed? The darker side of James mind wondered if he was to include the activities of their last get together as part of the document. He shuddered to think about what this might look like to read. 

For the rest of the evening James tried to get his mind off the impending Julia appointment by keeping busy. The bookstore, the gym, the coffee shop were all stops that did little to fulfill his quest for entertainment and diversion. He was just killing time by going through the motions and he knew it so he headed back to his apartment and opened his notebook checking email first. Without opening any of the three new ones he clicked on Julia's email first and reread the message. "Yep," James thought, "nothing has changed", yet he read and reread the message somehow hoping that the resume part would not be there or that it would appear negotiable. Initially, James had rejected the idea of her request because it seemed to distance him from any kind of intimate relationship opportunity that he hoped would define their future. However, as the evening wound down an odd sense of anticipation and excitement ever so slowly surfaced in his mind. He began fantasizing about all the decadent and wicked activities that could be part of his document including some of the activities that the two of them had already embraced. Before long James found himself growing erected. No matter how much he tried he couldn't turn off the flow of thoughts that were feeding his excitement. By now, it became clear to him that he was going to acquiesce to Julia's requirement for Friday. And with this admission he eagerly went to his notebook and brought up the most recent version of his resume. Once he started editing he literally flew through the outdated skill set and began putting to words a whole new set of skills that would apply distinctly to Julia. After furiously working without stopping James was shocked to note it was 1:30 AM. He read and reread the new resume making appropriate changes to make sure grammar, dates, punctuation were all accurate. He knew what a stickler and perfectionist Julia could be and he wanted this document to impress her in a most favorable way. He realized that with this new document he would hit the bull's eye so to speak or look like a complete fool. He wistfully reflected on how he'd become more accustomed to the latter.

As he drifted off to a night of intermittent sleep his last thoughts revolved around the scenario that would play out on Friday. Surely James knew that the relationship was about to make yet another turn. Not surprisingly, he couldn't wait for Friday. 

James arrived promptly at 6:00 PM and walked to the front door of Julia's home dressed in his normal business attire in nice slacks, button down shirt, and to make an extra good impression he fitted himself with his best tie. Hair just so, shoes well maintained, and resume in his briefcase he rang the buzzer. His heart was pounding in his chest and regrettably he could feel a thin sheen of light sweat on his forehead. To himself he said, "Here goes!"

Julia answered the door and took in the "dressed up" James in a millisecond and gave him a smile that practically melted him. "How can anyone be so charismatic and beautiful at the same time?" he thought. Julia was dressed in a work outfit looking very professional in her below the knee skirt and long sleeve white blouse buttoned tightly at to the top. The combination of navy blue and bright white always looked radiant on her. The crowning touch was Julia's 3 inch black high heel shoes with straps. James didn't think that she wore these shoes to the office very often and wondered if this part of her outfit was intended for him. 

"James, do come in. My, my, aren't you just the looker today. So very handsome and I love your tie!" There it was the radiant and bewitching smile. "Let's go into my study and we can get started. Would you like some wine?" Before James could even answer she squealed, "Sure you would!" I've got a perfect white zinfandel that is going to make you swoon." She ever so faintly pushed her lips together giving James a pseudo kiss. It was the playful Julia, so far, James thought. He knew too well how fast that could change. 

As they entered her study Julia motioned James to a chair in front of her desk and left the room presumably to get the drinks. James sat down and looked around the room that was filled with books and journals on two of the walls. There were no personal photos in this room that was impeccable with a hard wood floor, sleek modern furniture, and various art works adorning the other two walls. Cozy wouldn't aptly describe it. Modern, smart, and practical might. As James returned his eyes to the book shelf on his left he couldn't help but notice that the book he and Julia had used to view the obscene photos last week was holding a prominent place on the shelf. 

Julia handed James the wine and took a seat behind her desk. As she settled in she gave him an appraising look that made him squirm a bit. To break the silence James joked, "I feel I'm about to be interviewed", followed by a short, nervous laugh.

"You may be more right than you think, James. The reason I invited you over this evening was that I have an opportunity that I think may be of interest to you. I've taken on a new partner at the practice to assume some of the session work as I intend on working out of my house part of the time. Not so much to see patients but there a number of new projects that I want to begin exploring and working from home will be much more practical. Understand, so far?"

James nodded.

"I'm going to need someone who can assist me by performing a number of tasks. Some simple, others more, adventuresome and challenging. Someone who will be able to attend to some of my more personal needs. Initially, it will be part time, often evenings and weekends. How should I put this? It won't be your traditional job with secretarial and office type duties but one that is tailored specifically to meet my lifestyle needs. It's not the type of position that would appeal to the majority of the work force." She smiled and nodded at Jim to see if he understood.

He didn't but nodded his head, anyway.

"This assistant will be challenged to fill many roles and will have to cater to, and anticipate, a variety of needs that I will require. Flexibility and the willingness....the willingness to bid my orders and requests without hesitation will be imperative. The successful candidate will have to love their work; it would be fair to say."

James cleared his throat to speak but Julia held up a finger effectively staving off any attempt by him to interrupt her.

There is a young woman I had intended on offering the position to but after our meeting last week I realized that this might be a position that would interest you, James. And, that is why I asked you to bring your resume. May I have it?

James opened up his traveling briefcase and handed her the resume. He kept a copy for himself, just in case he needed to reference the information. 

"One page. Excellent! I detest having to pour over page after page explaining what someone did 15 years ago. Short and to the point is so appreciated."

Julia was quiet as she perused the resume. She wore a faint smile on her face as she began reading that spread to an outright grin very quickly. At one point she laughed. At this point she looked at James and said, "Very nice job, James. This is exactly the type of information I was expecting. You have passed the first hurdle." 

Curiously, this confirming comment from Julia failed to relax James. He did, however, revel in the compliment. 

"So, James, are you interested in serving me in my home?"

James was definitely feeling the heat as the room seemed to have gotten warmer since he first entered although Julia seemed very cool from where she sat behind the desk. All he could think to say at this point was, "Yes, Julia, I am interested.

" Perfect! The Interview will begin now."

"James, are you willing to work whenever you are needed? Of course, I realize that your daytime position will require a Monday through Friday daytime routine but I'm referring to the evenings and weekends."

"I think so, Julia." Julia's silent gaze urged James to add, "Um, yeah, I could be flexible. Of course, some advance warning would be helpful." He sort of half laughed after this last part.

"Unfortunately, James, I'm going to need you to be available on very short notice. That's a requirement for the position." Her eyes maintained contact with his as she awaited an answer.

"Okay, sure, I guess that would be okay."

"And, frankly, James, some of the work will be pretty tedious and mundane and will require an obedience and discipline to follow protocol without questioning the details. Expectations of performance will be strict, but fair. Are you with me so far?"

"Yes, Julia, that seems fine. No problem from my end."

"Getting back to the duties, James, as I said before they will not be traditional office type tasks. For example, you may feel that some assignments are beneath you or undignified yet for this position those thoughts could not come in to play. You would have to press on and table your doubts and insecurities and complete the task per my instructions"

"So, for example, if I asked you to do some laundry and fix me a light snack would this be a problem?"

"No Julia, no problem."

James had several questions he wanted to ask but at this point he thought it wise to sit back and field the questions that Julia was asking. But to clarify he said, "Yes, Julia, I pride myself on being flexible."

"Very good, James. I like an employee who is respectful and efficient. You are efficient, correct?"

"Yes, very much so." James knew this to be true as he consistently received high evaluations throughout his career. "Julia, if I may ask, what does the position pay?" He hated asking this question but he needed to know what he was signing up for, if he did sign up. 

"There is no financial compensation, James."

Strangely, nothing more was said at this point and Julia returned her eyes to the resume.

"It says here that you are loyal and trustworthy. Does that mean I can count on your complete submission to my authority on all matters?"

"Yes, it's very clear that you would be the boss and I would have no problem maintaining confidentiality in all matters." He awkwardly added, "You would be my superior and I would always defer to your judgement. " Even as he said this James stomach seemed to be tightening up on him because who relinquishes all their work rights in exchange for a position that pays, well, nothing? Of course, that's not exactly true, and he knew it. The compelling reason for taking this position would be "her presence". It seemed at this point that it was the most viable option for spending time with Julia. Maybe his only option. 

Julia smiled. She then got up from her seat and came around to the front of the desk. Planting her perfect ass on the corner she smiled at James and said, "I'm impressed with your preparation and your attitude, James. This only reinforces what I've always known to be true about you. You've certainly progressed from the first time I saw you in the office. This pleases me." 

She was now looking down at James in his chair and he suddenly felt very overwhelmed by her presence. Julia seemed to tower above him. He could smell her fragrance ever so faintly and his head became light. He was sure he was starting to perspire. On top of that the leg that was highest on the desk was now offering him a close up of Julia's foot encased in the 3 inch black pump. The lump in his throat was palpable. As he tried to not look at Julia's foot it only served to make it more of a presence. He wanted to look at it, stare at it, but he felt too embarrassed. Yet, he felt, no knew, that Julia could read his thoughts on this matter. 

"While the pay is not great", Julia giggled just a bit, "there are fringe benefits that come with this position. Can you guess what they might be, Jamie?"

Oh, god, here goes the Jamie routine. And, this is where the questions get really tough, James thought. It was so easy to give the wrong response but he knew that Julia would press him until he was direct. "Um, one fringe, and I'm just guessing here, is that the employee would be attending to your personal needs."

"Hmm. What do you suppose that would entail?"

"I'm not sure I know you well enough, Julia, but maybe you'd enjoy a neck massage or something when you've been working hard all day." A safe answer, James thought, yet it brooches a more intimate task than what has been discussed, so far.

"Are you good at massage, James? Have you any training?"

None formal, ma'am." Geez, why did he say ma'am, James thought. I don't call anyone by that title. 

"This might be a nice time for a work sample, James. A little test of your aptitude for massage. Are you up for it?"

He wasn't sure but he thought she glanced at his crotch after that last question. Of course, that was part of the problem right there, thought James, I am "up" for it as over the last couple of minutes he felt his erection slowly growing. He tried to adjust how he sat in his chair as to hide it but this strategic movement did not escape Julia's eyes as she followed his movement with a touch of a smirk on her face. 

"Um, sure, Julia. I'm up for a work sample. Whatever is you require."

"I'm feeling quite generous at the moment, James, so I'm going to let you decide what part of my body you would like to massage. My only requirement is that you perform this "task" without your clothes on." 

James flinched ever so slightly at this last request. Julia added, "This isn't making you uncomfortable is it, Jamie? It's doesn't seem too challenging, does it?" 

James bowed his head and replied, "No Julia, I'm feeling okay and this is a reasonable request." He thought he must be crazy to answer that question like that but he was beyond thinking rationally and he was pretty certain Julia knew it, too.

"Well then, prepare yourself. While you do you can contemplate the location of my massage. You don't mind too much massaging me, do you? If we are moving too fast......"

It occurred to James that he was really beyond thinking being relegated to the reacting mode as Julia was picking up the pace and he had all he could do just to keep up with her questions. He didn't even answer the last question but he did start removing his clothes starting with his shoes, then shirt and tie. Keeping his eyes downward he finished disrobing, stacked his clothes to the side of the desk and sat down in the chair. His erection at about half mast only fueled his utter embarrassment of the situation. But, he had a decision to make on the massage location and with so many choices what to select? He loved Julia's feet so that was the obvious choice yet he desired to venture to other parts of her flawless body, too. Massaging her breasts didn't seem quite right, her back wouldn't be enough of her but then it occurred to him that if he chose her leg he could not only touch and handle her all the way up to her ass but the leg would include Julia's perfect foot!




The Therapist Ch. 07



It was impossible for James to focus on his work on Monday as the events of the day were little more than a prelude to his 6:00 PM appointment with Julia. The attending excitement and anticipation that accompanied regular visits with Julia were practically overwhelming for him to even comprehend. James thought about the time he had spent with Julia in recent days and realized that virtually every moment was highly charged. Was it even possible to just sit and have a conversation with this woman without experiencing erotic thoughts and feelings? He thought not. 

James arrived at Julia's home at about the same time that she did. As he was walking to the doorway from behind he heard, "Hey James!"

Turning around he spotted Julia cruising up the walkway on her Advance 1 bicycle that was now coming to a stop right before him. Sitting atop her high end road bike she was dressed in an all white tennis outfit, not unlike you might see in women's tennis competition, with her hair in a short pony tail that exited out the back of her pink unlabeled tennis cap. With a small back pack containing her tennis racket and equipment she hopped off her bike and approached James. 

Julia's face was aglow with joy and happiness and combined with her fit and well toned body this natural looking woman was simply the most beautiful and sacred thing in the world, James thought. She advanced and wrapped her arms around him and gave him more than a perfunctory hug as her body folded into his and her arms squeezed him into the center of her body. Having never seen Julia, as an athlete, it added one more dimension to the rather large catalog of images that James had been mentally collecting ever since he first met her. Looking at her very lightly tanned glistening skin, her hair somewhat astray from her recent exertions, and the flushed skin tone was all very arousing to him. A goddess in every respect, he thought.

"James, I'm sorry that I'm running a bit late, I hope you haven't been waiting long. Have you?"

"Actually, perfect timing, Julia. I just arrived."

"Excellent. Let's go inside then, shall we?"

When James offered to carry her tennis bag it occurred to him that it was rather a ridiculous offer as it didn't weigh much and why would a well conditioned athlete like Julia need assistance with something that she could probably carry with one finger? He felt a little foolish after the words left his mouth but that feeling quickly dissipated when Julia placed the bag in her hand and said, "Thank you, James, you are such a dear." She gave him a genuine smile that left him with butterflies. 

James followed Julia into her study, the same study that only last Friday was the scene of his deviant behavior. He felt himself flush at the thought at what transpired during the "interview". They both took the same seats as last week with Julia behind her desk and James sitting in front of it. 

As Julia removed her cap, he was again reminded of her striking beauty. With her hair pulled straight back Julia commanded a presence that was somewhat between well conditioned athlete and authoritarian figure. James found the combination to be very erotic. He gazed upon her face waiting to find out what would happen next.

"Do you play tennis, James?"

"Not for quite awhile. I played a little in college but mostly I was a racquetball player." 

"Well, you should have seen us today. My partner and I had the pleasure of giving a sound lesson to a couple of attorney's who thought that two women were going to be a pushover. And, my partner," James could tell Julia had a new thought, "is quite the formidable lady. "Hmmm, can you guess who my partner was today?"

James had no idea and said, "You'll have to tell me."

"Here is a hint, she's a little older than you, you look up to her, and," at this point Julia couldn't suppress a little laugh, "and she used to take you down in arm wrestling when you were little."

"Sara? You are partners with my sister, Sara?" Of course James was aware of their acquaintance as it was Sara who referred James to Julia a number of months back. At that time Julia was his therapist. Somehow he didn't realize that the two were this close and it gave him a bit of a weird feeling. He couldn't help but wonder if information regarding their personal exploits was even remotely shared with Sara. This was never a fear in the confidentiality of the appointment setting but with this current arrangement those laws and guidelines were not in place.

"We are! I love playing with your sister. What a woman! We find that we....complement each other's game quite effectively. I know a couple of male attorney's who found out today what a formidable pair we can be."

"Oh, well, cool, it sounds like you kicked ass." After a short pause, "Um, Julia, I don't know how to ask, but, does Sara know that I'm, well, ......working for you?" At this point James realized he was holding his breath.

"Let me think a sec......I don't think I've mentioned it, no, I'm sure I've not mentioned that we have a working arrangement." Julia paused to gauge James reaction. He was practically squirming out of the chair. "Well, now, I did mention to her that I had seen you recently. Yes, I'm quite sure of that." Julia, pausing for effect, added, "Are you concerned, James?"

"Geez, Julia, I'd be concerned if anyone knew...well, you know....if they knew about some of the things we've done together. But, please, my sister? I'd be mortified if she knew!"

"Which things are you worried about, James?" While Julia's face feigned innocence James knew better. She added, "I could make sure I didn't mention those things to her....if it would make you feel better, that is. Of course, you'd have to tell me which things embarrass you so that I wouldn't slip up." Julia had a coquettish smile on her face. 

James was dying in his seat. While trying to get comfortable with the parameters of his personal relationship with Julia she was now starting to push his buttons in yet another arena. Julia rose from behind the desk and sauntered to the front. Playfully she said, "Does my baby want to keep his kinky fetishes from the rest of the world? Is he worried that he might get into trouble with his older sister? Is that it, Jamiekins?"

Before James could respond Julia redirected the conversation away from his sister as she began applying pressure in another direction and said, "I don't think you have anything to worry about, for now. But, speaking of fetishes, James, do you think if we put our heads together right now we might be able to come up with a brand new one? Something more abstract than before?"

In an instant James reeling mind glimpsed images of dildo's, feet, heels, underarms, shoes, i.e. everything he and Julia had done so far. Yet, instinctively he felt there was more, much more and with each new addition it seemingly added a new level of arousal. 

With James unable to respond Julia pressed on, "What about a post goddess workout fetish, James?" Julia tried to sound serious but even she couldn't contain a slight smirk. "Wouldn't it be kinky and perverted if a man got excited as he got to know a woman and her scents; if he got excited when he became intimate with her when she was, say, not very clean? You know, if somehow it turned him on. Turned him on in a way that went beyond the normal level of excitement. Just because, well, just because she was in this different and unusual state. Think about it Jamie, do you think it's even possible?" Julia then placed herself on the edge of the desk with her perfect ass halfway perched on it and then very slightly, almost imperceptibly, separated her legs so that James had an even better view of her goddess body. 

James waited. If he was paying attention he would have noticed he had just swallowed hard and that his heart was pounding just a little faster. 

Julia, becoming more clinical for a moment, "It's an intriguing question, isn't it? And, it's one of many I hope to study in the privacy of my home. Sexual fetishes. Just use your imagination and think about the possibilities, James." A slight pause, then, "Which makes sense that you do because it is actually part of the requirements of your position. Becoming more firm now Julia said, "You see James, I'm going to taunt, probe, and exploit all the erotic crevices of your mind so that I can observe your reactions and subsequent behavior and see what the result of pushing each button does with your libido." Letting up for just an instant, "It's, of course, all optional for you, James. I would never force you to do anything that you were not comfortable doing." 

If James looked relieved he wasn't showing it. Julia continued but now a bit less clinical, "At least, to the extent that you can resist those initiations, that is. But, I don't think you want to resist, do you? Because that's the thing about a fetish it's practically impossible to deny. Our minds just won't let go. Even if we walk away from it, do they really go away? Or, are they buried deep within us waiting for the opportunity to come alive, and grow. Sometimes to surprising proportions."

Julia put her foot on the front of James chair between her legs and said, "What do you think, James, of this very present opportunity? Does it excite you or leave you cold? It's okay with me either way because I want you to do what only you want to do. This is not for me today; it's only about what you want. What you need, maybe." Julia continued to look down on the completely overwhelmed James and added, "If you want to explore this new fetish, James, you can begin by removing this shoe. Yes, this one that I've put right in your lap." Julia was just beginning to radiate her own excitement in spite of the pseudo psychological jargon and her attempts to remain neutral to the outcome. "And, of course, if you are not interested we can stop right now. This one is your call, my sweet man."

James looked at Julia's face for guidance but found none. Just a single raised eyebrow that reaffirmed that it was his decision. The effect of Julia calling James her "sweet man" was not with out effect and served as a very powerful incentive for James to proceed. 

He looked down at the shoe. An ordinary, practically new athletic shoe that contained a white sock. And, a white sock that contained a woman's foot. Julia's foot. To say no would be to deny him the opportunity to be close to his queen. To say no might mean he would have to wait for who knows how long before the next opportunity for intimacy. To say no didn't seem to be an option to what he was certain was becoming his next, new, kinky fetish. Julia new by his body language exactly when he made his decision. Inwardly, she smiled with the self satisfaction of a woman who knows how to get what she wants. Yes, she was quite pleased with herself, as usual. 

James carefully, using both hands, untied the shoelace, loosened it, and removed the shoe, then the sock. He put it on the floor. Without saying a word Julia removed her foot only to place the other shoe in front of James. He repeated his actions.

"James, remove your clothes, please. All of them." Having James exposed was almost always part of the ritual she would put in place whenever she would "test" him in the future. This is where words were no longer important because his state of excitement would always be best measured with the state of his penis. 

When he was naked he sat back down in the chair. "Now, help me out of my dress."

Julia instructed James where he needed it and soon she was naked except for her panties. As she sat on the edge of her desk James was completely intoxicated with the look of his goddess. Her firm and fit body, still slightly glistening with a very thin shear coating of sweat, yet looking very feminine and strong. 

"Come close to me, James. Don't touch with your hands. Until I tell you, you are not to use your hands. I want your nose, your lips, and your tongue. All of which are very precious to me." Very softly she said, "Understand, sweet baby?"

Mmmmm moaned James.

"I want a yes or no answer, James."

"Yes, Julia, I understand."

"Good boy, very good boy."

"Now, bring your face to my neck. Don't touch it yet, just breathe me." James could feel the warmth from her body and he could smell the curious mixture of her faded bathing soap and her natural body secretions. To his surprise it was not an unpleasant aroma. Actually, it was decidedly feminine while very potent in its intensity.

"That's it baby, breath very deeply. Do you like smelling your workout goddess, James?"

James exhaled deeply and moaned, "I love breathing your fragrance, Julia. You smell.....divine."

"Explore any area above my waist that you desire. But, no hands. Let yourself go James, my body is yours to savor exactly the way you want to. Mmmmm.....I love the touch of your lips, James, you so know how to touch a woman in a way that makes her feel desired and very special Not every man knows how to do this you know?" James continued to explore her neck area, up to her ear. He even slipped his tongue inside of Julia's ear and ever so slowly wiggled it all around. At this point his goddess emitted a very pleasurable sigh that was followed by a laugh not unlike when someone is feeling a bit ticklish. For James part he was in another world and feeling confident of his ability to please Julia and the challenge of turning her on was possibly his biggest motivator. Yes, he wanted to enjoy the effects of his lovemaking with her but his biggest turn on came from heightening her arousal level to its highest possible state. 

James confined his lovemaking to Julia's neck and shoulder area for some time before pausing at her underarm area. Here he was conflicted. This would be one of the areas of Julia's body that certainly would be very "ripe" and he wasn't sure if kissing this part of her would be gross. Part of him thought it just a tad too funky to kiss her there. He decided to pass his nose over this area just to test it out. While he wasn't working too far ahead he knew that kissing Julia's breasts were going to be an unbelievable experience and it was something that he wanted to delay just so he would have it to look forward to. As his nose passed over her underarm area Julia shifted her elbow up to allow James more access. James caught a musky scent that instead of repulsing him seemed to trigger an excitement. He also correctly determined that Julia would want him to explore this area as it fit with the fetish that Julia was exploring with him. Without further thought James gently kissed Julia under her arm. He stopped to breathe her fully and then proceeded to give her the tiniest of kisses around the whole area. Julia moaned as if it turned her on. At this point James blew caution to the wind and slowly licked her from top to bottom. Julia seemed to like that, too. James, undeterred by it, moved across her neck area slowly kissing the top of her chest and on to the other arm. In a similar way he provided this side with the same administrations as the first. Julia had her eyes closed and was clearly enjoying every morsel of attention that he was giving her. James took a quick look at himself and saw that he was huge down below. He hadn't realized exactly when it happened but he was now fully erected.

"James, you're making your goddess very happy. Don't stop for a second."

James, still not using has hands, inched back from her and gazed at her magnificent breasts and wondered how any woman could possibly be so utterly beautiful. He was always attracted to smaller size breasts and Julia's seemed to be just perfect for her sculpted body. He administered little lip kisses all around her breast area saving his tongue for later. He could tell that Julia wanted him to move a bit faster but, here, he was getting a little thrill out of making her wait for his tongue. It was his way of insuring that he would heighten it for her. Finally, he gently encircled her fully erect nipple in his mouth and let it just hover for a few seconds. He teased the nipple two or three times with the tip of his tongue pulling it back soon afterward. Julia's body was alive and clearly craving something more when James securely planted his mouth on the nipple and while forcing his tongue firmly against it slowly and deeply began sucking on it. Julia gasped with pleasure. 

James continued on with his attention to Julia's breasts ever so mindful how erotic this scenario was playing out. He was grateful that Julia had not requested foot worship as even with his strong penchant for Julia's feet he couldn't really imagine doing this with her in this current post workout state. He made a mental note for this kindness that Julia appeared to bestow upon him. James could probably have stayed where he was for a much longer time but he was interrupted when Julia broke free from her highly aroused state to say, "Beautiful, James, absolutely beautiful. I love when you kiss me like that." As she gently nudged his head away from her breasts she said, "For the final part, James, I want you to remove my panties and hold them in your hands. Good, now bring them up to your face but don't cover your eyes. That's it. Good boy, breathe slow and deep. How do they smell, baby? How do my sweaty panties smell on your face?" 

"Oh, god, Julia. They are practically like....heaven.

"Lucky boy."

"Um, Julia, how bout if I lay down flat and you sit down over me. I'd like, to...so I can give you some oral pleasure?"

"Oral pleasure, James? Whatever do you have in mind?" Julia continued the tease. "Are you talking about oral pleasure for my pussy, James, or do you have something more decadent in mind? Hmmm?"

Julia, ignoring James request for him to lie down and her for her to straddle him spoke softly and said, "On your knees, James." As he knelt down in front of her at the front of her desk she put her feet on the ground and bent at the waist looking the other way over the desk, her ass was now facing outwards towards James face. She swayed her ass back and forth shifting weight from leg to leg. James was always amazed at the perfection of Julia's ass and as he contemplated her question he couldn't help but feel the yield to its power. While initially he had intended to service his queen's pussy he was now interpreting her body language as a suggestion that she might prefer to have her ass worshiped instead. If nothing else he was always about making her happy in spite of the fact that the Julia post-workout state might not be the best time to explore her ass with his mouth.

"You haven't answered me James. Which part of me do you want to pleasure?" Julia was now staring intently into James eyes and he stared back at her. The moment seemed to drag forever.

James held eye contact and inched up closer to Julia's ass. For the second time in two days, with a voice so audibly low Julia could scarcely hear it, he produced a soft but clear bark. Julia's face was suddenly wiped of any sneer or smirk as her expression changed instantly as James so took her by surprise. His simple acquiescence expressed in the manner of the day before ritual evoked a sentiment in her that seemed to take her by surprise. James could not be positive but he thought he detected in Julia's eyes the slightest of misting. Julia, for her part, did not miss the significance of the moment. Up to now James, her boy toy in many ways, was now not just responding to direction rather he was creatively improvising in ways that reached her very insides making it less a controlled scenario to more of an exchange. 

"Oh, my sweet, sweet, James," she uttered. She took the opportunity to turn around so that she was facing him and while placing both hands on the cheeks of his face game him a soft and tender kiss right on his forehead. Now, James was sure that her eyes were watery. She slowly removed her hands but not before slowly dragging them across his cheeks perhaps to extend the touch just a fraction of a second longer and reversed positions sticking her ass back near James face while laying her torso over the top of the desk.




The Therapist Ch. 08



Julia had just finished with her last patient of the day and while recording her notes she couldn't help but think about the similarities of the man who just left and her own, James. Not that she had any interest in the patient as it was her strict policy to never have a personal relationship with her patients, at least not while they were her patients. James was the lone exception and as a former patient he was the only one to know her on a personal level with a relationship outside of the office. She began to contemplate where she wanted this relationship to go and even whether it should continue. What began as an amusement of sorts had very slowly escalated into a very personal relationship between James and herself. In some ways this had surprised her. Always the one in control she had recently began to realize that her feelings for James went beyond him being just a toy to play with. She admitted, maybe for the first time, that her feelings for James ran deep and were complex.

But, what did it all mean to her? She knew he wasn't ever going to be her companion in any kind of equal relationship because the power pendulum was just too far swung in her direction. As she thought about it further Julia wondered for the very first time what it would be like to be married to James. At first she rejected any further thought on this wildly unexpected notion that seemed to just sprout in her brain without warning yet she also recognized that her attempt to push the thought away only gave credibility to the very idea. This intrigued Julia.

She let her imagination drift to the two of them living together and the conditions that would define such an arrangement. She knew that she might occasionally want another man and maybe even a woman as a sexual partner but for James it would be strictly a monogamous relationship. He would have no one other than her, not that she thought for a second he would want anyone else. Her acute sense of human understanding was certain that James wanted, actually needed, Julia to be the only woman in his life.

But, how would he react to her when she indulged in her own sexual relationships that did not include him. How jealous would he become? Would he be angry and resentful? If so, it would not allow the relationship to flourish and grow or even continue. However, if he were to feel the same way about the nature of the relationship as she did; yes, if he were to actually believe that such an arrangement was acceptable or even appropriate then, and only then, would a union of the two succeed. As a successful and independent woman Julia did not allow herself to fail at anything. At the same time she was not afraid of risk. Actually, she rather liked it. 

She shutdown her notebook and moved her hand to her leg and lightly stroked it enjoying the feel of her soft white skin on her own hand. She slid her hand all the way up to her crotch and touched her panties. When she removed them and brought them out in the open to inspect it did not surprise her that they were damp and scented. This little mental exploration of the past 15 minutes or so had actually aroused her on a sexual level. Julia licked her dry lips and made the decision to carry forward additional thinking that would lead to a decision on the future of James in her life. She did this without fear or apprehension but with a sense of excitement as she realized that her future and happiness could rise to a level that she had never before considered. She could feel the seed of an idea beginning to sprout deep in her mind. As she let the thought linger it took on a form and Julia not only had the realization of an idea but an accompanying condition that would allow it to be used.  She emailed James asking him to report to her home at 7:30 PM the next day.

The following day when James arrived Julia showed him into her private office and excused herself. James looked around the room for signs of change, any change, as his instincts were virtually accurate in an uncanny way when it came to Julia initiating something unusual and often very sexual. He sensed something was about to happen but like all the other situations that preceded this one he was clueless as to what his Goddess had in mind. 

Julia reentered the room with two glasses of wine and handed one to James. "Thirsty?"

As James nodded, Julia handed one of the glasses to James and added this brief but succinct toast, "James, here is to our ever growing and dynamic relationship." She "kissed" her glass with his and took a generous amount of wine into her mouth and while savoring the full bodied flavor observed James for his reaction. He appeared more bewildered than anything else. 

"James, I'll be leaving the house in a few minutes and will return late." Julia paused to gauge James response which registered as a slight dropping of his head which she knew to be disappointment, and acceptance. "I've leaving a book of photos that I want you to look at during my absence. Julia unlocked a drawer to her desk and removed a rather thick looking binder that had tattered edges and was without a label. I'd like you to look at these photos. No, I want you to study these photos tonight. If the very idea of it all leaves you cold or simply repels you in any way stop looking at them, leave the binder on my desk, and return to your apartment."

James appeared to have a lump in his throat but waited for Julia to continue. "Alternatively, if what you view appeals to you or even excites you then I want you to keep looking at them and determine the ones that excite and interest you the most. If that should happen then I know that I will find you here when I return. And, if you do stay I want to find you naked on your knees kneeling next to my bed with your forehead on the ground. I want the small lamp by my nightstand to be on. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Julia. Um, what kind of photos will I be looking at, may I ask?"

"What kind of photo's? Is that what you want to know, James? Hmmm, I believe they are photo's that will have the unusual effect of turning you off and on while they bring to the surface a variety of emotions. Again, some that will make you feel good, some may make you feel not so good, while others may confuse you and leave you to ponder feelings deep inside. They will help you determine who you really are.....and what you truly want." Pausing briefly, Julia added, "Did I answer your question, James?"

He nodded.

"James, can you tell how much I enjoy the suspense that it has so clearly been created in your mind. " Julia smirked a bit here and added, "Are you even a little excited? Does the thought of your goddess showing you something new, even more decadent, make your cock get all turned on?" Julia laughed a bit and continued on, Don't look so serious sweetie."

"Now, James, please get my black heels from the closet and place them on my feet. You know the ones; the ones with the tall spikes." James attended to the request and brought them to Julia who was now seated in the chair behind her desk. James looked at Julia's impassive face and knelt down and removed both of her sandals. Oh how he admired her feet. Without stockings he could see the bright white healthy skin that had a pinkish glow to it that was erotically framed with the five toes of each foot painted a deep, bright red. He took the liberty of kissing each one before placing the outrageously looking black heels on her feet. 

"Well, don't you want to say hello to my shoes, James?"

Again, James took hold of Julia's foot and placed a kiss on the top of the shoe. He took a moment to breathe deeply so that he could savor the essence of his goddess. While doing so Julia angled her foot so that the stiletto spike was in line with his lips. 

"My heels look a bit dusty, James."

Obediently, James took the heel into his mouth as deeply as he could and slowly sucked it moving from the top to the bottom. He repeated the ritual with the other shoe in the same manner.

"Well, it's getting late sweetie and I must be going. I'm going to miss you while I'm gone but you can absolutely believe me when I tell you that I will be thinking of you the entire time. Let's just say it's quite possible that we will both be thinking of each other at the same time. Doesn't that sound intimate, James?"

James didn't even have to time to answer before Julia bent down and placed her lips on his. To James they felt soft and warm and full of life. He didn't dare move until Julia administered the slightest amount of tension to his lips and then, and only then, did he return his part of the kiss to her. Collectively it was tender, soft, and highly charged. James had the thought that nothing, nothing could be any more erotic than this moment in time. Neither seemed to want to break it off; certainly not James, but finally Julia slowly drew her face back while emitting a sigh, "Oh, my James, I do hope you are here when I return."

During the kiss time seemed to stop for James but only seconds later he found himself alone in the quiet of Julia's office. He could here the ticking of the clock across the room. He licked his lips if only to savor the residue of his queen which aside from a faint aroma of her body wash was now gone. Clearly he was alone now with only his thoughts that were shrouded with apprehension about not only the next few minutes but on a larger scale he wondered if his life might be changing forever after this evening. Julia's dark reference to his staying or going made him want to not open the cover of the thick book. He wanted everything to stay the same; maybe not the same but he couldn't imagine life without her. He had sensed an intimacy that was new, yet undefined that had been developing over the past few weeks. It was an intimacy that transformed their relationship of James being the "plaything" to something more important and he felt certain that he was deeply connected to Julia's psyche in ways that he didn't fully understand. He knew that Julia probably didn't love him the way he loved her but he felt intuitively that he was an important part of her life and that she would really miss him if they were apart. Oh how he wished this were true.

James noted the time on the ticking clock being 8:15 then sighed heavily as his eyes lowered to the book on the desk. It was almost like someone else's hands picked it up and opened it to the first page but his fears were quickly assuaged as the only picture on the page was one of Julia in faded jeans and a green tank top smiling warmly at the camera. It was a much younger Julia that may have dated back to her college years. The fresh scrubbed face, bright eyes, and impeccable aura of confidence framed around an almost "girl next door" look practically melted James heart. He would have loved to have known her back then. He combed the entire picture taking in every detail and settled in with a single thought. She was as irresistible then as she is now.  

James examined the thickness of the book and correctly deduced that all of the pictures were probably not going to be as innocent as this one. He flipped the next page. It was a photo of a shapely woman with long legs, black seamed stockings, and black pumps. Outrageously tall black pumps. The all white background further emphasized all the essentials of the photo; the seam, heel of the pump, the color black and, of course, the artful contour of the woman herself. Her face was shaded as an oversize black hat covered most of her face. James understood the photo was not about the upper part of her body. He felt himself stir a bit as he gazed upon it. He began to fantasize about her and how glorious it would be to worship the adoring shape. To kiss the toe of the shoe, suck the heel, and even to lick the bottom. He had no idea why this should be so exciting but he understood that it simply was. He glanced at the clock as sort of a reality check and was surprised to see it 8:30 PM. He had just spent 15 minutes looking at two photos.

James resolved himself to pick up the pace and he didn't exactly know what "late" meant yet realistically he did not expect Julia until at least after midnight. No, he would take his time for the most part looking at these photos.

Page three was a photo of Julia and his sister holding a tennis trophy. The ladies were dressed in white outfits and obviously very pleased with themselves. Again, James felt a bit disconcerted that his sister was posing with Julia. Was this a subtle reminder that Julia had the power to confide in Sara? Or, just an innocent photo? Oddly, James noticed that he stirred just a little bit more. This stirring prompted him to flip the page.

The fourth page was a close up of a man with a small penis encased in a chastity belt. He was not very well endowed and certainly not very in control of his sexual life. At the time he thought this an odd choice in the sequence of pictures. 

The fifth page was the same man on his knees at the foot of the bed facing a woman who stared down at him while holding a key around a small key chain. She appeared to be dangling it in front of the man. He didn't look very happy but in contrast she was showcasing a superior smirk. The woman was fully dressed so it made for quite a contrast to the complete nudity of the man. Again, he felt himself stir a bit and had to adjust his penis for more comfort. He wondered what it would be like to hand over that kind of power to another person. Was Julia suggesting that she would like to have this type of power over him? He tried to not think too much about it.

Page six was Julia in her late teens blowing out the candles of a cake. She was surrounded by family and friends and everyone was laughing or clapping their hands. Julia's hair was almost boyishly short yet her unmistakable beauty was not hidden for a second. She was very cute and just on the cusp of blossoming into a more mature and confident woman. He smiled at this picture.

The next page brought James back to the reality at hand as two men were featured from the chest down. One man had a very small penis that barely stuck out while the other man had a huge tool that even soft completely overwhelmed the smaller one. The small one was white and larger one black. He found that he stared at this photo perhaps a bit longer than he intended to or wanted to but it was rather mesmerizing.  He imagined how inadequate the one man would feel next to the larger one. He correctly calculated that was the point of the photo.

The next photo showed a man standing but bent at the waste leaning over a kitchen table. There was a woman behind him that sported a huge black dildo as if she were about to enter the man anally. The woman had a smile on her face but the mans could not be seen. In heels and boots she towered over the bending male figure displaying an absolute sense of power. James noted that he was about three quarters erect at this point. He wondered what other types of pictures would be included that would push him further. He knew he was about to be pushed further because wasn't that the point of this exercise? While on one hand he feared being taken along this path he knew there was another part of him that craved it. Whenever Julia was decadent or perverse it always seemed to heighten his excitement level. 

At this point James sat back in the chair feeling the need for a break. He got up and went into the kitchen to make a cappuccino as he figured either way this was going to be a long night. He ground the fresh beans and poured milk into the metal picture. He filled the small metal cup with the fresh coffee and tamped it down hard to secure a good shot. When the machine was hot he loaded the cup in the handle and secured it to the machine. He frothed the milk to 158 F and then proceeded to pull the shot admiring the rich crema that poured forth. After settling the foam in the picture with two hard taps he poured a steady stream into the hot espresso shot and finished with a fancy heart design. Pretty impressive, he thought. He silently acknowledged to himself that he was stalling. 

James brought the cup back to his seat and took his time savoring the drink.  After he finished about half of it he picked the book up, again. He removed the marker that he had left in place as he wanted to view the pages exactly how Julia intended him to see them. 

Flipping the next page was a beautiful woman shot from the waste up. She had medium sized breasts with small attached rings through the nipples, a thin feminine soft black collar, and her hair was pulled straight back lending a strong air of authority. James was, again, sexually moved at this photo. He thought she was absolutely stunning. 

The next page was the same woman shot from a short distance but she was now sitting in a chair with her legs spread. She wore the same outfit with the principal difference being James could now see her spiky black heels, sheer black hose, garter, and huge erection. It was an enormous amount of information to absorb from one picture. James experienced a sense of feeling more than thought as he tried to process the dichotomy of the image. To his regret he felt himself stir a little more.

The visibly shaken James moved on to the next page that featured Julia in her office with her shoes off and her feet up on the desk. She was reading a folder and had a surprise look on her face. The photo effectively captured both her innocence and power at the same time. Her shoes were placed on top of the clean desk. James eyes traversed back and forth between the shoes and Julia's extended legs and feet. He was stirred, once again, to an even higher level of arousal. 

The next photo was a close up of a woman's vagina that was for no better description covered with a mess of cum both on the outside and dripping from the inside. Whereas some of the previous photos were erotic enough in nature James had the thought that maybe this one carried a deeper message. But, what message and why? Being so turned on didn't exactly make it easy for him to process all that he was viewing. 

Flipping the page simply confirmed his suspicions as the previous photo of the cum covered vagina now was being displayed with a man whose extended tongue made it clear that he was about to clean the woman. He was wearing a chastity device. The woman had a satisfied smile on her face but the man showed no emotion. The palm of her hand cradled his head not forcing it but gently prodding.  This made James even harder much to his consternation. He realized that Julia could suggest almost anything and it would arouse him. He felt certain that looking at some of the photos would not have been so exciting if not framed in the context of Julia being the architect of the arrangements. 

He turned the page and the next photo was the same photo that was on page one. Even though there was still room for more pages he instinctively knew that this was the last page. There would be no more photos to look at tonight. Glancing up at the clock he noted that it was now 9:30 PM. 

He began reliving the final moments before Julia left and recalled her admonition for him to "study" the photos. While he felt quite certain that he had fully indulged each photo to the maximum he made the decision to look at the photos one more time. Perhaps more objectively this second time. This took him about half the time of the original viewing and when he closed the book he took an appropriate amount of time to reflect on his decision to leave Julia's home or wait for her in the bedroom per her explicit directions. The weight of the conflicting emotions was simply overwhelming.

It was 1:00 AM when Julia pulled into her parking spot and turned the ignition off. She sat behind the wheel feeling fully sated and sexually fulfilled beyond even her high expectations. At the same time she realized that it soon could become an empty feeling, one that would leave her joyless if she were to enter her home and not find James. As well as Julia knew James, and no one person knew the intricacies of his inner mind better, she realized that she could not know if he would be upstairs in her bedroom or gone; gone from her life, forever. 




The Therapist Ch. 09



Julia listened to the soft clicking sound of her own high heels as she entered the room at an excruciatingly slow pace, at least it must have seemed that way to James.  But the slow entrance was not to evoke any kind of response from James rather Julia was pondering the next few moments. While there had been ample time on the drive home to make a plan that wasn't the way her mind worked as she preferred to act when she was in the moment. She had acknowledged to herself long ago that the world is in a constant state of flux and pre-made plans can sometimes stifle the creative process.

In a matter of seconds her thoughts coalesced. Quite simply she thought to herself, three things must happen in the next hour. 

For James' part he had not moved or even acknowledged Julia's entrance into her own bedroom. The most vivid sense of the moment for both of them was the fragrance of the burning candles. Fitting, thought Julia, as this is a moment in time that will determine the future of this relationship, so why not candles? 

Julia took one more step so that her right foot, specifically the toe, was within one inch of the completely nude James who had his forehead actually touching the hardwood floor. "James, the very first thing I want to say to you is that I'm extremely pleased and happy that you are here. And, I'd like to compliment you on your decision to alter my request to have the light and for opting for the lit candles. I'm impressed. I like a man that can think, James. I have always appreciated the fine quality and depth of your mind and that is what makes you so very special. Secondly, to have the strength to make yourself so utterly vulnerable to me, and my wishes, it goes beyond making me happy. It fills me with passion and lust."

Julia paused but James did not speak or even move and Julia noted the additional satisfaction that she experienced by this inaction. "I'm curious about something. And, do you know what I'm curious about?"

"No. But, I hope you'll tell me soon."

"I will and it is one of the few things I will be saying to you over the next hour or so."

James remained in his position and did not respond verbally.

"What I want to know....no, what I am dying to know...is just how well you understand me. Specifically, my needs and desires. What I want, what I'm thinking, what would satisfy me or even surprise and excite me to a degree that I can't even imagine."

Julia let James think about that for well over ten seconds. "Are you following me sweetie?"

"Absolutely."

"Good. I thought as much. So, what I want to happen is that without me saying a single word I want to see and feel, through your deeds, a course of actions on your part that would make me happy, even ecstatic. Let's shoot high. And, to make me happy it's important, actually imperative, that you understand how I'm thinking and feeling."

Again, she paused. "However, you may talk if you desire. You might want to say things to me. Who knows, you might want to try and win my heart with your words of affection? Think of me as your empty palette just waiting to be brushed with fresh, vivid, and exciting strokes of attention. There are no rules to hold you back, darling, your only restriction being the limits of your imagination." After a slight pause she added, "Do you relish such an opportunity to "play" with your Goddess, James? Is this not a dream come true?"

"I hardly know what to say, Julia." After a brief pause, "except to add that I can't think of anything, anything, in the world I would rather be doing. Just to know that you trust and want me to be this person with you right now is the ultimate."

"Mmmmm. I'm already feeling very happy, James. So, before we begin I have something to tell you. I think you know what I'm going to tell you but I'm going to tell you, anyway. Is that okay, baby?"

"Yes, Julia."

"I see you brought up the complete book of photographs from downstairs which I'm going to take as confirmation that you liked all of them. I think it also means that they brought you excitement, too. You don't have to answer because we both know that they did. If you felt worried or apprehensive that is only natural. I'd be concerned if you didn't. The important thing is you put those fears aside and made the decision to wait for me. Wait for me knowing that your future was probably going to look much different from this point on. You are not afraid of risk. I love that about you, always remember that, James."

"I'm not going to go into details because I think that would be cruel of me and I have no intention of being cruel to you. I think we both know that the two of us are on a path that is bringing us much, much closer and to a level of intimacy that very few people ever experience. I only realized that recently. Odd, how things can sneak up on you when you least expect."

"Do you agree with me?"

"Yes."

"Okay, then. Essentially, I met a friend of mine this evening. I like this man but I don't love him. He doesn't love me, at least not in the traditional sense. We don't go out to dinner or the theatre or even walking in the Park.. What we do enjoy about each other is a wonderful and dynamic sexual chemistry. We have hard satisfying sex whenever we are together. We have lots of sex.  Tonight, for example, was an evening as I've just described. So, in some ways I'm satisfied, exhausted, and ready to fall asleep. But, there is another part of me that wants something else before I fall asleep. I want it even more than everything that I've had earlier in the evening. This is more important than any of that. Do you understand what I'm saying."

"I think so. No, I do."

"Good. Because unless you have questions of me I won't be talking for awhile." At this point Julia lowered her voice to a sexy, throaty, whisper and said, "James, baby, I'm at your disposal for you to do whatever it is you think I would like. Anything.  And know this darling, there isn't another man in the world that I would accord this level of freedom. Only you, my sweet James, just you."





The air was suddenly thick with silence. Both James and Julia could hear the candles burning and flickering with no other activity to disrupt them. It was eerie in the sense that symbolically it was the prelude to what was going to happen next.

James raised his head and torso just high enough that he could see Julia's eyes. When eye contact was established he said, "Thank you, Julia, for allowing me to be such an intimate partner in your life. And, for your implicit trust in me. I thank you with all of my heart."

Julia mentally crossed off the first item on her list of three. Two left. She gazed down on James and gave him a warm, affectionate smile that he returned. For a moment neither of them moved until James lowered his head and placed his lips on the point of Julia's black leather shoe and gave it a short kiss. He paused to breathe the scent. It made his heart flutter.  He moved over to the other shoe and repeated the symbolic action. 

Julia felt like the air had electricity in it. Her senses were alive. Ten minutes ago her body was fatigued and ready for sleep and now it was beginning to heat up, heat up in a way that felt new to her. It was energizing her. She could feel her heart beating strong. Her mouth was a little dry. Her pussy, not bathed since the early morning, wet and eager for even more attention.

James removed each shoe very carefully and put it to the side. He then guided Julia to the bed and asked her to sit upon it with her feet hanging over the edge. When she was in place he picked up her right foot and began to very gently massage it making sure to touch upon all the tender and erotic spots. Pushing and pressing he manipulated with the care and expertise of a surgeon. James didn't know how he was so adept at these maneuvers nor did he care. Instinctively, he knew that no one could do this for Julia better than him. After ten minutes or so he kissed the top of her foot and set it down so that it, again, touched the floor. He picked up the other foot and did a similar routine yet not exactly the same so as to be more spontaneous in his ministrations to Julia's feet. He wanted to delight her with something different on this foot. Julia for her part couldn't help but softly moan and sigh. James knew he was right on course for making his queen happy. And that happiness, was his one and only goal. "Mmmm, Julia, I love doing this to you. 

At this point James asked Julia if he could remove all of her clothes. Without hesitating or saying a word she positioned herself so that James could remove everything.  First the top (she wasn't wearing a bra), then he pulled the skirt off leaving only her panties. James placed the top and skirt on the chair nearest him and assumed his position in front of Julia. He stared at her panties imagining what lay beyond. Julia's head and back were on the bed and she was looking straight up. James arose to his feet and after gathering the two bed pillows he lovingly placed them underneath Julia so that she could observe him if she wanted. At this point Julia opened her glazed eyes and smiled at him.

James took this as another sign that things were going well. He was beginning to feel erect and since he was completely naked the only article of clothing left between the two of them were Julia's panties. They were light pink with white trim. Except the part that was a darker pink clearly the outcome of Julia's earlier activities. James moved his head a little closer to just beyond her knees and took a deep breath. The scent was intoxicating. The mixture of Julia's fragrance and the smell of sex was rampant and he found himself starting to get even more excited. This surprised him not that he thought too much about it. He was too busy thinking about his next actions.  

Slowly, he began kissing her inner thighs. Soft, gently pecks that lingered on Julia's soft and pliant skin. He loved the feel of her skin and could hardly contain himself with his kissing. Yet, he knew that he must keep the pace slow as this would be how Julia would want it. Being bold while being tender is how James felt. While part of James thought he should proceed right to Julia's panties and remove them he had another idea. He asked Julia if she wouldn't mind sitting up for a bit. She responded by using her elbows to gain a sitting position on the bed. She caught James eyes, held them, and then wrinkled her nose in a pixie fashion. She had never done this before and James felt his heart melt. He then stretched himself as to reach Julia's breasts and began planting gentle kisses near the nipple of her left breast. He flicked it with his tongue. A few more times. The nipple was getting harder. James took it into his mouth and using his lips he gently clamped as much of her breast as he could reasonably fit in his hungry mouth and began gently sucking. Sucking and occasionally flicking his tongue back and forth across the nipple. 

Julia began breathing deeper and louder. She moaned. She took one of her arms and using her free hand gently prodded James head deeper into her breast. She gently rubbed his hair and stroked her fingers through his scalp. James, for his part, was practially becoming lost in his devotion to her breast. He realized it and switched to the other one and repeated his actions. After Julia removed her hand from the back of his head James took a few moments to gently kiss each nipple as if to say good bye for this moment. Julia leaned back against the pillows but could still see James from her vantage.

They both knew what was going to happen next. It was implicit in the way they looked at each other. The smiles had turned to more of a lusty expression as the sexual energy had blossomed into full scale erotica. The kind you experience when you are doing something for the first time in your life. The anticipation of it all.

James hooked his thumbs under Julia's panties and slid them down her legs and then wiggled them off her feet. Instead of discarding them he held them in his hands and stared down at the exposed crotch. What he did next made Julia softly gasp. He brought slowly to his face and took a long deep breath and then, and only then, did he open his mouth and place his tongue over the complete length of the gusset. He repeated his actions and noted the unusual mixture of juices that his goddess had secreted. Goddess cream, he thought. My Goddess. 

When he completed this unusual act he placed them on the floor. He, again, began kissing Julia's thighs. Perhaps a bit faster and harder than the first time. James was more fully erected than any time in his life. He didn't even know he could become this hard. He used both hands to spread Julia's thighs. He actually overextended them so that the effect was almost to obscenely portray her cum filled pussy. He could see the juices that had dried as well as the fresher ones that were damp. He took one hand and quickly stroked himself a few times just because he knew it would feel good. Then, back to Julia. He experienced a long, slow, deep breath and exhaled. His face was only three inches from Julia's glorious pussy. It was the object of his affection no matter the state it was in. To be able to suck at the throne of his queen had him delirious. It was a moment in time that he knew he would never forget as he placed his mouth over her slit, took his time to settle his lips securely around it, and then began to suck. His tongue slowly entered as he sucked. He could both taste and feel the mixture of juices as they entered his mouth. Strangely, or maybe not so, he became even more turned on. Julia's was body was atwitter as she moved with his mouth on her pussy moaning loudly. She took both hands and kneaded him deeper into her pussy. 

Julia was beside herself with passion and heat. This was the second item on her list and it left only one to go. Yet, this mental tally was not a distraction to her, rather another erotic moment just like James kissing her breasts or her thighs that made her hotter and hotter. James continued the oral love of his goddess until she reached several orgasms. It was only then that he finally slowed his pace down and with one final kiss placed on her sex spot he extricated himself from the best place he'd ever been. 

"Oh, Julia, thank you for letting me make you so happy. Because, I know you are. Thank you so very much.

And, now the final item on Julia's list was complete. Never in her life had she felt so fulfilled. "James, I love you. I love you more than anyone or anything."