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Therapy

By: gatorman



My cock was throbbing and oozing pre-cum as I looked back to the young couple I'd met just a half-hour ago. They had come to me for marital counseling and had confessed to problems of a sexual nature - namely, she couldn't cum and he came too fast. I had gotten them to agree to some sex therapy and now here they were, sitting naked on the couch in my office, holding hands and looking nervous.

Traci was 22, just out of college. Her long blond hair and striking green eyes set off a body that wouldn't quit. Guessing, I'd say that her measurements were 5' 3", 110 pounds, and 36C-24-35. Steve was 23, a former college football player, 6'2", 210 pounds, with a fat 7-inch cock. They both looked apprehensive as they waited for my instructions. Before I began, I adjusted myself behind my desk.

"The problem," I said, "seems to be one of timing. Traci isn't getting worked up enough by the time Steve is done. Traci, you don't have to worry that you're frigid or anything like that, and Steve, I think you just need to take a little more time with Traci and maybe learn a few basic techniques." 

I took off my coat and tie and walked over to them. "Now then, Steve, can you show me how you kiss Traci when you get ready to make love?"

Steve leaned over, gently kissing his beautiful wife, his tongue tracing her lips, then stroking into her mouth like a miniature cock. Traci moaned into his mouth, her nipples beginning to stand out and up. Steve's cock was even harder than it was before. He reached for one of Traci's perfect breasts, tweaking a nipple between his thumb and finger as he made a move to lay her down on the couch and get on top of her.

I put my hand on his shoulder and stopped him. "Is this when you usually begin to fuck Traci?" I asked.

"Well, yeah," he said. "I'm ready and she's ready."

I asked, "Traci, honestly please, are you ready for Steve to fuck you?"

She hesitated, looked at Steve and softly said, "Well, no, not really. I mean, I'm getting a little wet and my nipples are a little tingly, but I'm nowhere near coming yet."

"Have either of you heard of the concept of foreplay?" I asked. "Do you do anything more than just kiss before you fuck?"

They looked at each other and both replied, "No, not really.

"You've never eaten Traci's pussy?" I asked Steve disbelievingly. I turned to Traci. "You've never sucked on Steve's cock?" Steve replied, "That's gross!" as Traci shook her head "No".

"Well, you two, do you think you can get beyond your upbringing and give it a try for the sake of your marriage?" They both looked unsure and I said, "There's a whole range of sexual activities that can help you and please you if you only try. Some, you may like, others not, but how can you eliminate them from your bed if you never try them?"

"OK," they said, still unsure.

"How secure are you in your love for each other? I asked.

Steve answered confidently, "Oh, very! We've loved each other for a long, long time and I know we'll get through this little problem with your help Doctor. Why do you ask?"

"Because, Steve, while I can tell you how to perform a certain technique such as orally pleasuring your wife, it is much easier for you to learn if you see it demonstrated first. After the demonstration, then you practice it. Are you OK with that?" 

I held my breath while Steve pondered. "This is where the icing meets the cake," I thought. This was crucial to my therapy plan.

Steve looked at Traci and said, "It's fine with me, I guess, if it's OK with Trace."

Traci asked, "You mean, you want to do sex things with me to show Steve how to do them?" Such a bright child.

"Yes, Traci. That is what I would like to do to help you and Steve," was my confident reply.

"OK, then. As long as it's for the two of us, Steve."

My cock gave a little jump as she said this and I directed Traci to sit on the very edge of the couch and for Steve to sit sideways to Traci so he could see everything I did. I gazed hungrily at Traci's pussy as I noticed the slight bit of moisture on her lips and the light sprinkling of hairs. I gently spread Traci's legs wide, stroking her thighs softly.

"You must start slowly and gently at first," I said to Steve. "As she gets more and more excited, you can increase the pressure of your tongue and mouth. And, " I grinned at Steve, "I REALLY think you'll enjoy the way Traci tastes when she gets excited.


At this I leaned forward, leading with my tongue as I trace a line up the inside of Traci's left thigh. I felt her shiver as I reached the edge of her nether lips. I traced another line up her right thigh and noticed her breathing getting heavier and faster. I took the tip of my tongue and tickled the cleft between her legs, gently spreading her lips with my tongue. Slowly, very slowly, I drew it up to her very large clit, flicking it with just the tip a couple of times before moving down to her opening.

"Oh, god, this feels incredible!" Traci gasped loudly. "I have never felt anything like this before!"

She was definitely getting wetter now and tasted so sweet, I knew that I could stay there forever. I thrust my tongue into her pussy, lapping up the juices as they flowed out. Traci's hips were beginning to move up and down as I began to suck on her inner lips.

Traci shrieked, "Oh my god, Steve! This is so fucking incredible! Please Doc, make me cum! Make me CUM!"

I smiled to myself as I moved to do just that. I ran my tongue up to her clit, circling it a few times before sucking it into my mouth. "Jesus," I thought, "this thing is like a little cock, it's so big!" 

I sucked her clit gently at first, slowly increasing the suction of my mouth and the pressure of my lips. It was becoming difficult to keep it in my mouth as her hips were pumping in overdrive, but I managed. I am a professional, after all. The juices were flooding my chin as I took her over the edge. Lightly with the edge of my teeth, I bit into her clit.

"OOOOOooooooohhhhh yessssssssssssssssssssssssssss!!!" Tracy screamed. "Oh god, oh god, oh god!"

Receiving an outpouring of her juices, I swallowed as fast as I could, but I could still tell my shirt would need a good washing. It was soaked! I smiled up at Traci, and then over to Steve. "Well, what do you think?"

Traci was completely out of breath and Steve could only shake his head and say, "Wow." I thought that pretty much summed it up, too.

Traci finally found her voice and said, "I've come before from my fingers and Steve's, but never, ever have I come like that!" She took a couple of deep breaths and said, "I think I'm just about ready for Steve to try now!"

I asked, "Steve? You ready? I think you'll enjoy it - almost as much as Traci does."

Steve grinned, now anxious to try out this new skill. He moved between Traci's thighs as I moved up onto the couch beside Traci. "Remember now," I said, "start gently and then more vigorously." But I needn't have said a thing as Steve had obviously paid close attention. In almost no time at all, Tracy was having a second climax that rivaled the first.

Steve raised up from her pussy, chin dripping, eyes wide open in disbelief as he tightly embraced Traci. "How could I have been so stupid for so long!" he murmured. He looked at Traci and then me and exclaimed, "That was awesome! I love it and can't wait to do that some more!"

By now, Steve's cock was jumping with every heartbeat and my own 9 inches were threatening to burst through the seam of my pants. My leaking pre-cum had soaked the front of my pants as well.

Traci looked at me smiling and said, "Doctor, can you show me how to suck Steve's cock now?"

I looked at Steve and said, "Are you ready for the thrill of a lifetime?"

He said, "Yeah, but I got so excited from eating Traci's pussy, I'm afraid I'll cum in no time at all!"

Traci looked at me with those big, beautiful green eyes and said, "Doctor, How about if I practice on you and let Steve have some time to settle down a bit?"

Oh yes, a dream come true! I grinned and said, "That's fine with me if it's OK with you, Steve."

Steve grinned back and said, "It's the least I can do for someone who's opened a whole now door for us. Please, go ahead and teach Traci."

Traci reached over and opened my fly, reaching in and pulling out my hard cock. Her eyes flew open as she saw my size. As I finished pushing my pants off my legs, I reassured her, "Don't worry. You'll do fine - trust me." I gave her a few basic pointers on cock sucking, showed her my sensitive spots, and then said, "Just have fun with it honey. It won't bite."

I leaned back on the couch as she again began examining my cock, stroking the shaft softly, and rubbing my balls. She then leaned into it and began licking around the head getting it real wet. She even tried to put her tongue tip into my slit. She tipped her head to one side running her mouth up and down over the side of the shaft, licking my balls on the downstroke.

"Oh, baby, that is sooooo good! Try sucking on my balls a bit."

She went at it with gusto - in fact, a little too much enthusiasm. I had to remind her to be gentle, as my balls were very tender and swollen. My pre-cum was really starting to flow as she moved up to the tip of my cock and sucked it into her mouth.

"Oh yes, baby. Your mouth is soooo fucking hot!" I groaned. "That feels so good, Traci. Suck my cock!"

This girl was a natural - seemingly knowing what to do and when. I groaned long and loud and she tried feeding more and more into her mouth. I couldn't believe it. She was trying to deep-throat me!

"Tracy, baby, what are you doing to me? I moaned as I felt my cock hit the back of her throat and triggered her gag reflex. She tried again, and again she gagged on my cock.

"If you really want to do this," I gasped at her, "then you need to take a deep breath, relax, and just let it slide down."

She closed her eyes, took a breath, and then inch by incredible inch she took me down her throat. I honestly didn't think she'd be able to do it - this being her first time even sucking on a cock. But like I said earlier, this girl was a natural! I watched her take every last bit of me. I felt the fabulous squeeze of her throat around my cock. As she slid me out of her throat, her eyes were gleaming and she smiled around my cock in victory. I didn't know who felt better - her for accomplishing this feat, or me who had the pleasure of receiving a super blowjob. I DO know who felt better in the next few moments as she again slid me into her throat.

I was already feeling the familiar tingle in my balls as my climax approached, but then she did something absolutely incredible. With my cock all the way down her throat, she looked me in the eye... and then she swallowed. The muscles in her throat gripped my cock like fingers running up and down the sides and squeezing the head. My brain exploded into fireworks as my cock exploded its load into her belly. My cum started pouring down her throat like a firehose. She pulled my cock out of her throat leaving the head in her mouth so she could taste my cum as she sucked it out. Her eyes had closed again and it was obvious she relished the taste of my cum. As she sucked the last drop from my balls, she pulled back - a string of cum uniting cock and mouth. She looked so damned sexy like that.

I collapsed on the floor moaning in pleasure as she attacked Steve, inhaling his thick seven inches in one big gulp. "Oh god!" he cried, "this is so fucking fantastic! Oh Trace, baby, you are so good! Suck me, Traci, suck me!"

I had to hand it to him - even though his eyes crossed and his legs started to twitch, he managed to hold his load for a full 5 minutes. But when he came, he came big. He must have been cumming buckets because Traci couldn't keep up with the amount of cum he was producing. Cum shot back along the length of his cock and pooled around his balls.

Steve was caught in that weird state where you sort of laugh and cry at the same time as Traci licked his balls and belly clean. He was gasping for air like a fish out of water and holding Traci's head in his lap. Finally catching his breath, he propped up on one elbow, looked at Traci and then me.

"Same time next week, Doc?"

Therapy



I had this strange experience the other day. Even now I find it hard to believe it actually happened. It was like this...

I was out for a drive. I'm new to the district and I was just motoring around, familiarising myself with the area. 

So here I am, driving along a mountain road and taking it easy, enjoying the view. I saw some deer along the side of the road so I'm keeping one eye on them and driving slowly in case one of them decides to cross at just the wrong time. 

This little sports car comes racing up from behind and roars past me. Someone was definitely in a hurry and that same someone wasn't watching the deer, because as the sports job zipped past me, there went a deer, running across the road.

My sporty friend jams on the brakes, swerves and manages to miss the deer, hits the accelerator again and promptly fishtails, banging the side of the car against a rock at the side of the road and coming to a halt.

Doing the right thing I pull up behind the sports car to make sure the driver is OK and to see if the idiot needs any help.

The aforesaid idiot gets out and Oh -- My - God.

She was a blonde, early twenties and stacked. And I mean stacked. She had boobs that stuck out to here, legs that wouldn't quit and everything on display. 

Her top was one of those boob-tube things, and it was struggling to hold them in. There are mini-skirts and what they call micro-mini and you can guess which one she had opted for. 

This woman was a real stunner. The sort of woman you expect to see in playboy, not standing in front of you.

Oh, yes. She was also in a state of shock. Trembling from the near miss and the subsequent accident.

Doing the good Samaritan bit I steered her off the road and around to the side of her car where I could inspect the damage for her. She was lucky. A nasty scratch and dent on the passengers door, but the damage was really only superficial. The car was fully drivable.

The driver was another thing entirely. Blondie was still shaking, and I didn't think it a good idea for her to get in and drive away just yet. 

I sympathised with her over the accident, but told her quite firmly that I didn't think she should continue on until she had settled down quite a bit. If she drove like she was now she was just asking for another accident and she mightn't be so lucky next time.

"You're actually suffering from an adrenalin rush," I told her. "It's quite common after an accident or near accident and you really need to do something to let it drain away before you continue on."

"That's just great," she grumbled. "What do you suggest I do?"

"Well," I said, "all you need to do is......" I shut up them, trying to look a little embarrassed.

I started again. "It might be better if you just waited for half an hour. This will give you time to calm down and then you can be on your way."

She was smart enough to catch that I had changed what I was going to say, and she queried it. 

"You started to say something and then changed your mind. What were you going to say originally?"

I find that with a little effort, you can put on quite a good show of embarrassment. I dithered for a moment and then confessed.

"I'm sorry. I was going to suggest that the best thing for you would be a therapeutic bonk, but then I remembered that you're alone. I didn't want to embarrass you."

"I should have a what?" she asked. 

I explained. "It's what's known to doctors as a therapeutic bonk. After a near accident like this and with an adrenaline rush following it the easiest way to relax properly is to have sex. It converts the rush into a harmless climax and the person feels 100% better in no time. But like I said, I couldn't really recommend it because you're by yourself. Forget I mentioned it, please."

Blondie was still jittery and shaky, practically bouncing on the spot her nerves were so uptight.

"Does that really work?" she asked.

"Oh, yes. But don't worry about it. If you just sit and relax for half an hour or so the shock will eventually wear off and you'll be able to go your way without any trouble."

"Oh, god. I can't wait half an hour. I'll be late. But I'll admit I can't drive while I'm feeling like this." 

Blondie bit her lip and the suddenly flashed a brilliant smile at me. "Could you do me a favour?" she asked.

"No problems," I told her. "I can give you a lift to where-ever you're going and you can come back for the car later."

"No!" she said with a rush. "That's not what I want, you idiot. I want you to have sex with me and help me calm down. You said it was therapeutic. That means like medicine doesn't it?"

"Well, effectively, yes, it does."

"Then if it's medicine it's almost your duty to give it to me," she explained.

Before I fully realised what she was doing she hitched up her skirt and slipped her panties off, giving me a superb view of her lovely pussy. 

She moved around to the rear of car, with me following as though on a leash. She leaned back against the car, the sporty lines of the car letting her legs move naturally to either side, leaving her fully exposed.

"Please. I do need to calm down so I can get going. It won't take long and it is a medical thing."

What could I do? The poor woman was in distress and needed my help. I moved forward to stand before her and reaching down I cupped her exposed mound and squeezed gently.

Blondie gave a sigh of relief. "Oh. I feel better already. Hurry up and do it."

I started to stroke her pussy, running my fingers along her slit squeezing and kneading the pliant flesh. Blondie is now breathing hard and pushing herself against my hand.

I eased her lips apart and gently explored inside her, feeling the heat and the dampness. Unzipping, I let my erection rub against her, letting her know that it was there, so if she was going to change her mind now was the time.

Change her mind, hell. She reached down and captured the old fella and started squeezing and stroking him, almost making me come on the spot. Then her other hand was reaching down to spread her lips while she firmly guided me into her. 

If that was what she wanted, who was I to tell her no? Now that my cock had started its journey I gave a single hard thrust and nailed her firmly against the car.

She shrieked as I plunged fully into her, and then her hands came scrabbling up to her boob tube, frantically pulling it up and off her breasts.

"Touch my boobs," she cried. "I need them touched when I'm having sex."

I took one breast in one and started playing with it while I took the other in my mouth, sucking on it and rolling her nipple around with my tongue, all the while pounding her pussy as hard as I can.

It seemed to me that it didn't matter how hard I pounded her, Blondie was with me all the way, eagerly pushing up to meet my thrusts, determined to take her full pleasure from what we were doing.

The whole thing was too intense to last. It wasn't long before I could feel her vibrating with pleasure as her climax raced through her, her internal muscles clamping around me and pulling the trigger on my own climax. 

Afterwards I was leaning against her, breathing hard, and taking satisfaction from the fact that she also seemed lost for breath. Then Blondie took a deep breath and pushed me gently but firmly back away from her.

She bounced to her feet, straightening her clothes, suddenly full of life.

"That was great," she said. "I feel terrific. I never thought of sex as medicine before. I'll have to remember that. Thank you. Bye."

Then she was in her car and driving away. 

I returned to my car, got in and turned off the dash cam. That is one tape I'm definitely going to keep.

We never did exchange names. I think of her as Blondie. 

I wonder if she ever wonders who I am. 



Therapy



(The seventh installment in the Lance Sheldon Chronicles)

Prologue

The look of shock must have been plastered all over my face as I stared at my laptop because I heard Jessica say, "What? Is something wrong, baby?"

I did my best to change my facial expression as I looked up at her. "No," I assured her, "just can't get over the extreme people will go to in an attempt to sell that little blue pill."

"Tell me about it," my wife said. "How many did you get? I got eighteen messages in one day last week."

"About that," I lied, smiling and closing the screen.

Because the next few days were so busy and I was doing my damnedest to avoid the overwhelming urge to sign in and read the message, I was able to go without reading the bizarre email I had received. However, just because I didn't read it, didn't mean my mind wasn't completely consumed with the fact it was sitting in my inbox, and I desperately wanted to read it.

I could only imagine how my face must have looked to Jessica when I saw Dr. Alraaz Madani in the sender column of my inbox. If she had just put something more on the subject line than what she did, I may have had some inkling as to why she was writing to me after such a long time. "Hi" was all it said.

It seemed like a hundred years ago when I first met Alraaz Madani. It was before I had any idea she was a doctor. I was in my second year of teaching at Livermore Elementary. Her son, Colin, walked into my room with his mom on the first day of school. She shook my hand and introduced herself and her son. I wish I could say there was an instant attraction and give you a hot description of what she was wearing and how hot she looked, but I can't. Truth is, the only reason I remember her coming up to me at all was because she was one of only three parents out of twenty students I had that year that was courteous enough to make my acquaintance on the first day.

Our relationship really didn't change at all that year. It was always good. I was the dedicated teacher who gave everything I had to my students, and she was the supportive, involved parent who baked for class parties, or signed up to go on a field trip, but nothing remotely different than a typical teacher/parent partnership was ever there.

That year came and went as did the following. It wasn't until Colin Madani was 2 years removed from being in my class that my interaction with Alraaz Madani resumed. Having been a stay-at-home mom for the past four years, Alraaz needed to do something with her time as her youngest began kindergarten that year.

I remember it being a Friday afternoon about a month into school, when my principal knocked on my door at the end of the day. "I have a request," she began. "You remember Colin's mom, Mrs. Madani?"

"Yes of course. She was one of only a few very supportive parents that year," I recalled.

"Well," she continued, "it seems now that Beau is in school, she would like to spend time volunteering in our school. She said it was because Colin had such a great experience in your room. She admires your ability to motivate the kids and keep them excited about school. Therefore, she would like to volunteer in your class three to four days a week. I told her I would talk to you and see how you felt about the idea."

"She was a very supportive parent, and with twenty kids, I wouldn't mind improving the teacher to student ratio in my room. When would she like to start?"

"She said whenever. Her schedule is very flexible."

"Mmmm, let's say Monday morning?"

"Sounds like a plan. I'll go make the call." As she scurried out of my room anxious to start her weekend, she added "Have a good weekend."

* * *

It was about a week before Christmas. Who, I thought, was Mrs. Alraaz Madani, had been working in my room for about two months. She was an amazing help. We collaborated on ideas, she taught lessons, corrected papers, anything I needed, she did. Over the two months, however, I wouldn't at all classify us as close or even friends. We were most certainly colleagues.

If I were to pinpoint when our relationship began to change, I would say it was after a fairly rough afternoon three or four days before Christmas. The kids were completely off the wall. Both our writing and math lessons bombed. At the end of the day, we vented about how horrendous of a day we had had. I told her how glad I was to have her in my class. She talked about how much she enjoyed working in my room. Even on a rough day. As we said good night on our way out the door, I'm not sure how it happened, but we exchanged a hug. That was the turning point.

In the months that followed Alraaz Madani and I became close friends and confidants. We expanded our communication to weekends and vacations. Lunch was a regular thing where we shared personal information about ourselves. I learned that Alraaz Madani moved to the United States with her parents from Libya when she was 10 years old. The family converted from Islam to Catholicism shortly after moving to the states. Alraaz's parents were very hard on her, always demanding the best from her, and degrading her for anything they felt was below their expectations.

Her parents' criticism was unrelenting, apparently even upon her graduation from medical school. Mr. and Mrs. Madani felt that their daughter's decision to specialize in psychiatry was an embarrassment to the family. Being a real doctor involved "treating truly sick patients, not listening to depressed people". The family's black eye got darker with Alraaz's decision to marry a high school science teacher and finally choosing to leave the medical profession to be a stay-at-home mom and live on a teacher's salary.

The more I learned about Alraaz Madani, the more interested I became. I found that, due to my interest, we spent the majority of time talking about Alraaz's life and what it was like growing up as an immigrant and climbing to the top of the social hierarchy as a physician. For the longest time, I had a difficult time thinking of Colin's mom as Dr. Alraaz Madani. Over the two years I had known her, she had never let on that she was a doctor nor would I have guessed she was an immigrant from Libya.

I believe I realized it before Dr. Madani did. Through our many conversations, I got the distinct impression that my friend missed the profession that she initially spoke of with such frustration and displeasure. So, it was no surprise to me to find that Alraaz went back to practicing medicine. As close as we once were, it is hard to believe we ended up going down the path we did.

All of these thoughts bombarded my head as I again sat staring at my laptop, anxiously calling up my inbox. It was about a week after originally seeing the message. Jessica had run to the store, and I couldn't take the curiosity any longer. Part of me wanted to just delete it, but the other part of me that ached to read it won out as I clicked the message and with a combination of anxiety and excitement, I read:

Dear Lance,

I'm sure this finds you completely surprised and confused. So, after you pick your jaw up off the floor, I'll explain to you why I'm writing. A lot has happened since the last time you and I communicated. I am still practicing medicine out of my home office, but I have also picked up some part-time time work at the hospital. I love my job and that's a good thing because, outside of my kids, it's all I have left. Now that all of all the kids are in school I am able to make a difference in a handful of other people's lives as well. However, being a career woman again did not allow me the time to dote over my husband as I did when I was home with the kids. He told me about eight months ago that he was tired of being third, and sometimes fourth, in my life, behind my job, the kids, and often my workouts and he wanted a divorce. We, or at least I, had been having some troubles for a while as you know. I had noticed a long time before that both the emotional and physical components of our relationship had been steadily on the decline. The funny thing was, I was neither all that shocked nor upset with his announcement. Even after a couple of days of sleeping on it and thinking about it, I was in a relatively good place. Because I no longer wanted to be in a relationship either. I agreed to a divorce, and about six months ago our divorce became final.

As my life started to straighten out, you popped back into my head. The kids and I had been living on our own for a couple of months, and It was just as my divorce was becoming final, I was falling into a nice routine with my practice, after having to move it out of my husband's house and relocate to a rented office space downtown, that I began to miss the closeness you and I shared for a period of time. Although I was seemingly taking everything in stride, mentally I struggled to feel happy. Yes, I had my kids and they were doing great, I was free of a very stressful and emotionally draining relationship, and I was in a good place both professionally and financially, but I missed having the person to share my daily trials, tribulations, and successes with; the exact thing I had when I worked in your room. I began thinking more and more about how much of a significant part of my life you were over that year. I have yearned for one of our lunch breaks too many times to count over the past six months.

If things between us had ended more smoothly, I believe I would've contacted you sooner and more directly, but as you know, I didn't expect there to be any communication between us again... ever. What I didn't realize, until about three months ago was that, although you and I were not in direct contact, you did, in fact, play a significant role in, what I now refer to as, my therapy. As the therapist, I am always helping others overcome their issues. I had never considered before that the therapist herself might need a dose of therapy. In an attempt to do something therapeutic I began writing my thoughts, emotions, and feelings down in a journal. I was amazed at how good I began to feel after the first couple of weeks. I wrote about everything from challenges with my kids, to the issues in my failed marriage, to struggles with my patients. It was sometime during the third week. I was writing about my day and I found myself again thinking about you. So, the last thing I wrote about was you. In fact, whenever I chose to write over the next few weeks, you were all I wrote about. When I finally felt like I had put down all of my memories and thoughts of you on paper, I felt amazingly free. As I looked back and read what I had written, I realized the thing that weighed heaviest on my mind and caused me probably the most stress was not work, my kids, or even my failed marriage. It was you and the terrible way our relationship ended.

My purpose of this e-mail in a rather elongated format, is to thank you for everything you brought to my life with your electric personality, enthusiasm for life, and the desire to make other people's lives around you better. I also want to apologize for how we ended. I would give almost anything to go back and make it right. My hope is that this e-mail finds you in a good place and very happy with your life. I wish these things for you because, as I mentioned earlier, although it was for a relatively short time, you played a significant role in my life and I'll always be grateful for your friendship. It is not only for what you purposely brought to my life, but also what you completely and unknowingly brought to my life: My therapy.

Because you are the focus of the story that has brought me so much peace, I wish to share it with you. I couldn't think of a more appropriate title than the one I gave to the story of us. My hope is that you read this story and, if necessary, it helps show you how truly sorry I am for our falling out, and how highly I think of you. This is our story.





Therapy



I must've been more persuasive than I thought because I received a call from the principal that same afternoon. She said she talked to Mr. Sheldon and that he had nice things to say about me. He apparently was pleased with the request, and I was told I could start on Monday.





Therapy



The problem came on Tuesday afternoon when I completely second guessed my decision. I underestimated how much I loved being with my friend in every way, especially sucking and fucking him. Not having been with him on Saturday, I was having amazing withdrawal. That night I was back on the phone, apologizing for my behavior the previous week and explaining that I was wrong about the idea of being platonic. I told him that I was good with the way things were and that I enjoyed being together. The feeling was mutual and although we both had family things that prevented us from getting together any sooner, Lance agreed to another "therapy" session three weeks later.





Therapy



Amanda turned another page in her Cosmo as she sat in the waiting room, her wedge sandals tapping anxiously against one another as the clock crept closer to her appointment time. It had been a long and stressful couple of weeks since her last visit, and she was really looking forward to today's visit to help unwind.

"Ms. Reynolds," the nurse called from the hallway, "we're ready when you are..."

A smile flushed over Amanda's face as she put down her magazine and grabbed her purse. Her eyes darted around the room to the other patrons of the office, wondering if each of them were there for the same as her or possibly something even more intriguing. She let out a big sigh as she met the nurse and followed her back through the door separating the waiting room from the rest of the office.

"So how are you doing today?" the nurse asked her as they walked.

She let out another sigh and replied, "Oh, I'm good – I've just been under a lot of stress lately."

"Well, don't worry, sweetie," the nurse replied, "in a few minutes all of your worries are just going to melt away!"

Away from all of the prying eyes, Amanda blushed a little as she remembered her previous visits and just how relaxed and refreshed she had felt after each of them, and then caught herself taking another deep breath as the approached a door labeled Stress Management – 5B.

"Here we are," the nurse said as she unlocked and opened the door with a key she had retrieved from her jacket pocket.

They walked inside to find a small and relatively non-descript room, only featuring a couch and a couple of chairs, as well as a small closet area and a bathroom with shower and vanity in the corner. To the opposite side of the room from where they had entered was another door, although no windows were present to indicate what was on the other side of the wall.

"You know the drill, hun – go ahead and get cleaned up, and use the restroom. Then when you're ready, strip down – everything but your glasses and maybe those cute sandals of yours," she giggled, "and meet me in the next room for your session. We've got you down for about two hours this afternoon, so I hope you're ready for a long one!"

Amanda just grinned as the nurse winked at her, then left through the same door she had entered through. She heard the nurse locking the door behind her, realizing that her only way out now was through the other door.

Excited, she first went into the bathroom and relieved herself as instructed, then stopped at the vanity before leaving to freshen up her makeup a bit. Nothing fancy – just some more lipstick to make her lips shine a bright pink, some eye makeup to bring out her best feature next to her breasts, and then a small amount of beauty powder all over her cheekbones, arms, legs, and chest to make her skin sparkle. Tossing her curly, strawberry-blonde hair as she winked at herself in the mirror, she loved the cute image that she projected and suddenly couldn't wait to get naked and proceed with her "session."

Back in the other room, she quickly removed her skirt and top, folding them neatly and placing them in the closet before then removing her bra. Last to go was the dainty, white thong that covered her freshly-shaven pubic area, which from sessions past she had learned better than to come here without the proper ladylike grooming. Admiring her nude figure, save her sandals and geeky-chic glasses, in the full-length mirror, she couldn't help but notice that her nipples were becoming erect, and as her right hand wandered south, she soon realized that her nether regions were becoming moist, too.

"I'd better hurry or I'll have some explaining to do!" she said out loud to herself as she took one last look at herself in the mirror before turning towards the other door. As she pulled it open, she was overwhelmed by the smell of leather and caught herself just closing her eyes for a minute to take it all in, the intoxicating around all but overpowering even the sweet perfume that she had spritzed herself with that morning.

"You look better already!" she heard the nurse say as she gently put her hands on Amanda's shoulders and moved her away from the door before closing it. The nurse casually ran her fingertips along the girl's body, commenting, "You're sparkling – that's always a good sign!" before leading her over to the center of the room.

Amanda was quick to notice that the leather fragrance that filled the room no doubt came from the thick, white leather that padded all four walls not unlike where one would expect to find a crazy person in a straitjacket, but that wasn't what she was there for ... at least not today. In the center of this room stood a similarly padded white, leather table, with the specific note that this table was shaped not square or rectangular, but more like the outstretched human form. This was a bondage table, and from the look of the many tan, leather straps that hung along its sides, Amanda couldn't imagine being able to move on her own once being strapped down to it.

Of course, deep down she knew that this was precisely where the stress relief came in.

"Now before you lay down," the nurse said, "I want to use a special kind of gag on you today so that we don't ruin that pretty makeup of yours."

Amanda's eyes wandered for a moment while the nurse retrieved a mass of leather straps with a small, red ball in the center.

"This is last call," the nurse said as she stood in front of her with the gag. "Are you ready, Ms. Reynolds?"

Amanda stood up straight, instinctively crossed her wrists behind her back, and eagerly replied to her nurse, "Yes, ma'am. I'm ready."

"Please remove your glasses," the nurse instructed.

She quickly, but gently removed her signature glasses from her face, then immediately returned her wrists behind her back, glasses in hand.

The nurse smiled, then held up the red ball to Amanda's shiny lips, which the girl quickly parted so that the ball could be seated firmly but gently behind her teeth. Moving around behind her, the nurse proceeded to wrap the various leather straps around her head, pulling her hair into place as she went, and tightening the straps until they pulled the ball snug into Amanda's wanton mouth. The gag was a trainer-style ballgag, with straps running around the bridge of her nose as well as under her chin to hold her lips firmly around the ball. Satisfied that she could still admire her patient's beautiful eyes and lusty lips around the gag, she instructed her to replace her glasses and turn to look at herself in a mirror that had been placed on the back of the door that she had entered through.

With her nurse standing behind her, hands gingerly on her shoulders, she felt a shiver down her spine as she witnessed the beginning of her transformation. Her cute persona was still visible in the vibrant lipstick and her strawberry locks that peeked out from behind the gag straps, but now another perspective was present in her image – that of her sexuality. Her femininity beamed as she stood there glistening under the lights, her skin sparkling as she perched upon her high heels that went from cute footwear to sexy, girl-next-door fetish as she began to relinquish control of her own body. The quiet college student who worked at the school bookstore and danced with her friends on the weekend was giving way to the sexual goddess who dreamed of being tied up and teased. Her trance was soon broken by the voice of the nurse, who was ready to help her continue that fantasy...

"Come over here and lay down, sweetheart," the nurse beckoned. "You'll have plenty of time to stare at yourself soon enough."

Amanda walked over to the leather-clad table and took a deep breath before taking the nurses hand and easing herself up on its center. The cool leather feeling nice against her bottom, she situated herself accordingly and laid back entirely on the table, her body fitting nearly perfectly on the center. Thinking, "It's all or nothing..." she lifted her legs up and spread them out on their padded portions, then stretched her arms above her head and rested them on similar pads above her.

She immediately realized that the nurse had intended when she had referred to her having plenty of time to stare at herself, as she looked straight up to find that the ceiling of the room was actually a gigantic mirror as well. Amanda looked up at her body, stretched out on the fitted leather table, spread-eagled like an X – her legs were spread open invitingly, and her hands were far too inaccessible to resist anything that might happen. She was helpless, or at least she was about to be...

The nurse towered over her, with her crisp, white lab coat and brown hair tight in a bun now presenting more of an authoritative figure than before, and Amanda found her arousal increasing even more as she looked up at the woman who was binding her. Reaching down to cup her cheek in her hand, the nurse whispered softly, "Are you comfortable, honey?" Amanda nodded calmly, to which the nurse replied, "Good. Then let's get you secured down so that you don't hurt yourself..."

Not daring to move her head, Amanda watched in the mirror above as the nurse then began to fasten the tan leather straps that surrounded the table around every part of her body. She started with the girl's wrists, taking note of the nail polish she had chosen to match her lipstick, and then proceeded up her arms to tighten additional straps at her elbows and shoulders. She then continued down to the girl's ankles, wrapping the straps in parallel to the much tinier straps that held her sandals in place, then also applying straps at her knees and thighs to ensure that Amanda didn't stand a chance of moving on her own. A wider belt was then secured around her hips, to be followed by a specially-designed array of straps that took on the appearance of a bra as it wrapped around her chest, first serving to further hold her body down to the table, but then also tightening around each individual breast to hold them firm and make them more sensitive.

The nurse returned to her line of vision over her head, but before talking to Amanda, she reached underneath the table and retrieved another leather strap which she proceeded to attach to a ring on the top of the girl's head harness. Tightening this strap both lifted her chin up sharply, thus reducing her line of sight to the mirror directly over her, and also ensured that she wasn't even able to move her head in her new bondage.

"How does that feel, sweetie?" she asked, taking the girl's face in her hand once again. Amanda nodded as best she could, putting a big smile on the nurse's face as she looked her patient up and down on the table. "Why don't you struggle for me a bit so that we can get things started..." the nurse giggled.

Amanda strained her muscles and found what give the straps still had, grunting through her gag as she continued to be aroused by watching her own figure above her.

"That's it – give those straps a real workout!" the nurse exclaimed as she walked around the girl's body, studying each strap as Amanda wiggled. After a few moments, she told Amanda to stop, then pulled a small, black box from her jacket pocket and pressed one of its buttons. Amanda gasped as she felt the straps up and down her body beginning to tighten, eliminating any small amounts of slack that she had just discovered. Everything from her arms to her legs were pressed tightly into the white padded leather of the table, followed by her chest and even her head was pulled even further back. She then felt the bands around her breasts begin to tighten, forcing her now well-erect nipples up into the air, and then even the belt around her tummy began to tighten, which amongst everything else alarmed her because she began to feel her breathing getting more and more shallow as well.

The nurse noticed this and came to her side, explaining, "No need to worry, honey. Studies show that controlling a girl's breathing makes her orgasms all the more powerful – the belts are going to simulate like you were wearing a corset to maximize that. Just relax and we'll be ready to start soon..." As Amanda laid there unable to move a muscle, the belt around her belly continued to tighten just a bit each time she exhaled, further limiting the amount of air she could take in with each adjustment. She closed her eyes and did her best to get lost in the moment, allowing the swirling scents of leather and perfume to overwhelm her senses once again and transport her to a place where her body was not her own. 

Soon the tightening came to a stop and she was left in silence to take in her surroundings – the cool feel of leather now nearly engulfing her naked body, holding her both secure but also vulnerable, with her limbs spread wide ... unable to move a muscle ... even her head being held down not painfully, but quite firmly ... topped with a shiny red ball holding her mouth wide open while also silencing all but her most passionate of moans. Eventually opening her eyes confirmed her predicament in the mirrored ceiling above, sending first a nervous chill down her spine, to be followed almost immediately by an overwhelming sense of arousal as she anticipated what was shortly to come. She had made the transition from the girl next door to a woman at her sexual peak, and deep down she knew that at her present condition it wouldn't take much at all to push her over the edge...

Amanda focused on her own eyes looking down at her as she attempted to breathe as deeply as she was able while the nurse brought out one last piece of the afternoon's puzzle – a small chart which she rolled down towards the girl's feet and then locked into place between her legs. She closed her eyes once again and began to purr ever so quietly as she felt the warming sensation created by a clear gel that the nurse was gently rubbing into her most intimate of areas. This made the nurse smile as she massaged the tender area with a pair of delicate fingers, taking note to apply liberal amounts to the girl's lips and clitoris for what was soon to come. Once she was satisfied that the entire area was quite thoroughly moist, the nurse reached over to the cart and extended an arm that situated squarely over the area which she had just finished lubricating.

The arm consisted of a rather simple setup – an outer ring several inches in diameter rested against the girl's pubic area, pressing gently but firmly against her, while a larger than average and extremely realistic dildo sat on the end of a shaft that lined up through the center of the ring with her waiting vagina. As the nurse turned a couple of knobs on the side of the machine, the dildo came closer and closer until it finally began to part the lips of Amanda's vagina, eliciting more sounds from the girl in the process. The nurse grinned as she flipped a couple more switches on the machine before standing up and walking towards Amanda's perfectly taut head.

"Well, that oughta do it!" she told her client with a smile. As she talked, Amanda felt a stir between her legs as the dildo slowly crept in and out of her, soon accompanied by a vague tickling sensation where the outer ring crossed over her clit. "Now you just relax and enjoy your session, sweetheart – for the next two hours, your only worries will be whether or not you can handle all of that down there," she continued, nodding towards the machine that was now slowly picking up speed, much to Amanda's delight.

"Of course," she chuckled, crouching down and looking Amanda direct in the eyes, "you and I have both been doing this long enough to know that in your current predicament..."

Her finely manicured hand reached up and gently tweaked the girl's nipples.

"...well, let's just say that you really don't have much say in the matter!"

Her nails continued to roam around the girl's upper body, tracing lines around her firmly restrained breasts before coming to rest a single finger on the red gag planted between her perky, pink lips.

"That's your lesson for the day – sometimes when you can't control anything, you just have to lay back, let go, and enjoy life. Have fun, sweetie..."

The nurse ran the tip of her index finger gently over the girl's upper lip – just once – before standing up, winking at her, and walking out of view. Amanda heard the door click shut just a moment later and she was gone. Before her mind could even begin to wonder, the machine between her legs began to hum a bit louder as it proceeded to plunge the dildo deep into her with more and more force. Gazing up at her restrained reflection in the mirror, she took the deepest breath that she could and gave in to her pleasures as the vibrations above her clitoris also came to life and sent her body into a quiver. Helpless as the leather straps held her tight to the table, it wasn't long before she began to scream into the ballgag as the first orgasm of her session washed over her with an intensity like no other, her eyes eventually rolling into the back of her head as the machine seemed to keep pounding relentlessly and even harder long after most men would've been through.

Amanda felt tears rolling down her cheeks as she grasped to process the endless pleasure that was being forced upon her, her mind barely able to focus long enough to remind herself that she had wanted every second of this before the next wave came crashing over her. As the sensations continued, she eventually found herself in what could only be described as an out of body experience as she looked up to see the girl in her reflection overcome by wave after wave of forced pleasures. She felt joy, she felt pain, she felt helpless from being unable to resist while one became the other and vise versa.

Eventually and without warning, she felt the vibrations subside and found herself at last with a moment to catch her breath. She looked up to see her body glistening from the turmoil that it had just gone through, still feeling much smaller shudders as she attempted to regain her bearings. She had absolutely no gauge of how much time had passed, but was certain that it hadn't already been two hours. All she could do was breath, blink, and carefully move her fingers and toes as she felt her body floating there in the room. It was a feeling that she had all but forgotten from her previous sessions – a high that could truly only be remembered by taking another trip down that forbidden road. Around the gag that now cut rather severely into her cheeks, she could feel the kind of smile that feels like it's never going to go away. It was absolute heaven – no concerns, no responsibilities, not a care in the world...

Amanda closed her eyes again and relished her new, zen-like state until her ears perked up to hear that a certain humming had returned. It was noticed elsewhere a fraction of a second later and she felt the anticipation begin to build again as the machine gently teased her down below. Her eyes shot open just in time to see their own combined excited and terrified look in the reflection as the tickles turned to torment and then torture, and soon she was clinging on to her own desperate cries once again.

Wave after wave crashed over her, this time even harder and more mercilessly than before, and somewhere within it all she knew that she was going to be ok.

It was going to be a long two hours, but she was definitely going to be ok...



Therapy



This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to any organisation or persons living or dead, is purely coincidental. 

Chapter One.

The long, magnificently shaped length of Kara's thigh gleamed like liquid gold in the warm sunshine that angled across the tastefully decorated office. Her short grey skirt did little to conceal her firm stocking clad legs. Even the secretary who watched Kara from behind the fortress of her steel and glass table felt obliged to admire the perfection of the visitor's figure. Despite the constant stream of well dressed, attractive men and women that passed through the doors of the 'Dreamland Executive Placement Agency', Kara was clearly exceptional. Her outstanding beauty was one of the reasons why she was waiting outside the office of Thomas Hartfield, the Managing Director and owner of the Agency.

Looking around the expensively decorated office, Kara found herself smiling. She wondered what the other tenants of this very exclusive building would have said had they realised that their neighbour's real business was that of supplying prostitutes to the rich and famous.

Kara was born and raised in Eastern Europe of a good family. She had just been about to graduate from university with a degree in Economics when a combination of volatile politics and the Russian Mafia had ruined her parents, both of whom were found dead in their bedroom, the apparent result of a suicide pact. Kara had had her doubts as to the actual cause of their deaths, but she was canny enough to keep her silence. Dropping out of university, she had found herself on the job market in a country flooded with willing workers and far too few jobs. She soon realised that in order to have any kind of future, she would have to make her way to the West.

For the next few months, Kara made a living by modelling for the many foreign photographers who were to be found in abundance all over Eastern Europe and Russia. Despite numerous offers, she refused to act in pornographic films or model for any of the hardcore magazines and websites. At every modelling session she did her best to make friends and took the opportunity to ask careful questions. Finally, she decided to set her sights on going to Britain and, through the help of one of her new friends, she found the right 'connection'. Using a careful selection of photographs gleaned from her modelling work she assembled a resume and sent it off via email to her potential new employer. A week later she received a telephone call from Thomas Hartfield and an invitation to attend an interview with one of his 'talent scouts'. 

They met at a discreet restaurant and talked for over an hour. He asked Kara questions about her past, her ambitions and affairs in general. He also asked her many very personal about her sexual habits and tastes, some of them verging on the obscene. Kara soon realised that she was being tested and took care to answer him frankly and did not allow herself to be provoked by his crude manner. Finally, the recruiter presented her with an offer. In return for a three year service contract, the Agency would guarantee her a generous minimum monthly income and take care of her transport to Britain, including all the necessary immigration documentation. Best of all, upon completion of the three years they guaranteed to obtain citizenship for her in Britain or the United States.

Kara knew that many such promises were often meaningless. However, all of her contacts had spoken highly of Hartfield and his organisation. He had a reputation for keeping his word. Since she had little to loose, Kara signed the contract without further discussion. She was now a high class escort.

Chapter Two.

During her first week in London, Kara attended a grooming course taught by several of Hartfield's senior employees. They familiarised her with the latest fashions, the hot gossip that was making the society rounds as well as the names and backgrounds of the rich and famous. As part of this course she was required to have sex with a man and a woman who, between them put her through just about every sexual activity possible. Driven by a determination never to return to the poverty of her former home Kara 'graduated' with flying colours.

Kara soon settled into her new high-society life, and for the most part, she found it pleasant, even if the men that she entertained were sometimes thoughtless and demanding. She had been working for three months and had just moved into a new apartment when she received a call from Hartfield's secretary. She was to attend a meeting with Mr. Hartfield himself the next morning. Stunned by this unprecedented event, Kara spent the night trying to remember any offence, real or imagined that might have gotten her into trouble. The thought that she might be dismissed and sent away from her new life terrified her.

Chapter Three.

Kara had been sitting outside of Hartfield's office for nearly half and hour when another woman came entered and took a seat next to her. Kara had never met the woman before, but she fit the general profile of the Agency's escorts. She had black hair and was shorter than Kara. She was dressed in a tight black leather outfit that showed off her taut, well toned body. The warm musky smell of leather combined with the woman's perfume and natural scent washed over Kara, who turned to smile and to nod a greeting.

The woman's arrival seemed to act as a signal and moments later the secretary looked up from her paperwork and motioned the both of them to enter Hartfield's sanctum. Kara knocked on the door and then opened it. As the two of them entered, they saw their employer, Thomas Hartfield standing in front of a couch, smiling genially. A low table was set out with tea and biscuits. Kara felt herself relax slightly as the setting did not appear to be leading up to a reprimand or dismissal.

'Welcome ladies' said Hartfield, holding out his arms as if to embrace them. 'Sit, please' he said, indicating the armchairs to either side of him. 'Tea?'

Both women nodded their thanks. Kara could see her own confusion reflected in the face of the other woman. She had never heard of any employee being honoured in this manner. Her attention turned back to Hartfield upon hearing him clear his throat in preparation to addressing them.

'I am so glad to meet the two of you today. It is not often that I get to talk to the troops, as it were' said Hartfield, sounding like a caricature of the typical old school boss. However, his eyes betrayed the sharp, calculating intellect that had brought him to the top of his somewhat shady industry. 'I suppose that I should start by introducing you to each other'. 'Kara, this is Tess, Tess, Kara'.

The two women nodded politely to each other, and at the same time taking the opportunity to do a more complete assessment of each others assets and appearance. Kara saw that her initial impressions of Tess were correct and on closer examination she looked even more lithe and panther-like than ever. Her large dark brown eyes seemed to overwhelm her sharp angular face, making her look like a predatory fashion model.

Hartfield set down his tea and continued. 'The Agency has been approached by a very prominent client, who has made a rather unusual request. Because of the importance and potential benefits to be obtained if we are able to satisfy this client, I have picked two of our best girls for this job'. He nodded, glancing at each woman in turn. 'Tess, if you accept the job and perform to the client's satisfaction, you will be paid ten times your usual fee. Kara, your reward will, I suspect be even more welcome. If you do well on this job the Agency will waive the rest of your contract term as well as arrange for your citizenship papers'.

Kara felt her heart leap upon hearing Hartfield's words. Not only was she being offered her freedom, but also the chance to permanently escape the fear of having to return to the bleak desperation of her former life. However, the bland smiling face of her employer brought her thoughts back to reality. Hartfield had not stated what was required of them.

'I will not do anything criminal. Also no children or selling drugs' said Kara. 'If I had wanted that kind of life, I might as well have stayed at home'. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Tess glance at her with raised eyebrows.

Hartfield looked wounded, apparently distressed that Kara would suspect his motives. 'No no nothing like that at all' he said, shaking his carefully groomed head. 'Let explain. Our client is Barbara Landers, ex-wife of Rupert Landers'

Kara's eyes widened in surprise. Rupert Landers had been the founder and CEO of one of the largest defence contractors in Europe. His spectacular demise during a demonstration of a new anti-missile system which had suddenly decided that Landers resembled an incoming ICBM had filled the newspaper headlines for days.

'Mrs. Landers came to hear about us from a friend and she has expressed an interest in our services'. Hartfield's manner changed as he started to discuss business, looking more like the high class pimp that he really was. 'She has requested that we supply two women for an S&M session. However, she does not want experienced submissives but 'normal' women'

Tess nodded slowly in understanding. When Hartfield looked at her she shrugged and said 'Why not?'.

Kara hesitated. The thought of pain did not frighten her, but she was concerned that she would not be able to satisfy this client and thus risk incurring Hartfield's wrath. 'Why pick me?' she asked.

'Actually, Mrs. Landers picked you from our video catalogue' replied Hartfield, his eyes narrowing at Kara's lack of enthusiasm.

Kara suddenly realised that she had been Mrs. Landers' main choice. She nodded and smiled at her employer. 'I was just worried that I would not suit her tastes,' she explained, 'but if she chose me, I would be pleased to go'.

'Good' said Hartfield, grinning and rubbing his hands together like a shopkeeper who had just clinched a difficult sale. 'Remember, she is paying top dollar, so anything short of serious injury in on the menu' he said, raising an eyebrow in emphasis.

Both women nodded. Kara could not think of any reply that would not sound frightened or boastful, so she just made sounds of agreement.

'The both of you will be ready to go to her house at 2 p.m. tomorrow?' said Hartfield. Kara realised that she had been dismissed and rose to leave. Hartfield waved vaguely at her in farewell. When she noticed that Tess had not made a move to leave she hesitated.

'Go ahead Kara. I have something else to discuss with Tess' said Hartfield, shooing her out of the office.

Kara walked out of the building, her mind filled with conflicting thoughts and emotions. She did not feel any gratitude to Hartfield as it was the client who had chosen her and was probably paying him a horrendous fee. She had been working long enough to know that really attractive and classy women who were willing to accept serious punishment were extremely rare, so Hartfield's offer was only fair. She also felt some apprehension as she had never been beaten or tortured before. As she sat in the back of the taxi on the way home she gingerly pinched herself on the thigh and tried to imagine herself smiling and flirting with Mrs. Landers while her whole body was filled with pain. Sitting on the edge of her bed, Kara stared at herself in the mirror and nodded. The prize was worth the price and she was determined to please this unusual client no matter what it took. Having made up her mind, Kara slept soundly that night, untroubled by further doubts.

Chapter Four.

Kara spent the morning at the hairdressers and working on her body, shaving and trimming her pubic hair and rubbing lotion into her skin until she glowed. After a light lunch of salad and a glass of white wine, she was picked up by a rented limousine. Tess was already in the car and was similarly in a state of immaculate grooming. She wore a black woollen skirt which fell just below her knees but which had a slit up the side almost up to her hip, a dark brown turtle-necked sweater with matching boots and a large over-sized cream coloured leather jacket. Kara was glad that she had chosen to wear a dove grey woollen jacket and skirt with a cream coloured silk blouse. Their contrasting appearances would only highlight the differences in the two women, giving the client a bit of variety and choice.

Kara was surprised to see a smartphone clipped to Tess' waistband. It was a rule that on Agency time no one carried a telephone. The Agency did not supply escorts for 'quickies' in hotel rooms and the ban on smartphones only served to emphasis the fact that the girls were never to rush a client or to ignore the client while chatting on the phone. 

Tess noticed Kara's surprise and smiled. 'Orders from the Boss. He wants to make sure that everything is to Mrs. Landers' satisfaction' she said, tapping the phone with a manicured fingernail. 'Don't worry. I will switch it off when we get there'.

The car pulled up in front of the main gate. The security personnel must have been given the number of the car and photographs of the expected occupants because the gate swung open before the driver had a chance to reach for the intercom. When they stopped at the house, both Kara and Tess waited for the driver to open their doors before stepping gracefully out of the vehicle. The front door was open and a dark suited butler stood waiting.

'Mrs. Landers is waiting for you in the living room' he said as they approached. 'Walk this way please'. The butler gave no visible indication that he was aware of their occupation or the purpose of their visit. Kara was certain that he knew every detail and would have preferred that they had come in by the tradesman's entrance.

The butler tapped gently at the doorway to the living room and announced 'Your visitors are here Madam'. He stepped aside and ushered the two women into the room.

'Close the door Edward. We are not to be interrupted for any reason unless I call for you' said Barbara Landers, rising from her chair. She waited for the door to close and for the butler to walk away before she spoke again. Smiling, she said 'Welcome. I have been looking forward to seeing you'. 'You must be Kara, and you Tess' she continued, nodding to each of them in turn.

Kara and Tess both smiled and returned the greeting. Mrs. Landers made no move to shake hands, so they both waited for their client to indicate how she wished to proceed.

'Sit down and lets chat for a moment' said their hostess. 'Oh, and please call me Barbara'. She waited until the two girls were seated before continuing. 'Let me give you a little background so that you will understand what I want from you'. She paused for a moment gathering her thoughts. 'I married my husband for his money, and he knew it. There were no illusions on either side, but please don't think it was all grim and mercenary. We got along very well and made a good team'. 

Barbara grinned. 'You must be wondering what the point of this rather prosaic tale is all about. Well, I am a good looking woman and intelligent enough to make him a suitable partner. However, he chose me in particular for another reason. You see, in the bedroom, he was a sadist. He enjoyed physically hurting his women'.

Upon hearing this revelation Kara and Tess glanced quickly at each other.

Seeing this, Barbara laughed, her gentle melodious voice startling the girls. 'No dears, I was not the poor victimised maiden. Shortly after we had met, he told me all about his tastes in "entertainment". I was the one who volunteered in exchange for a very comfortable life. Unlike a battered wife, I was always genuinely cheerful and affectionate in public as well as being always available for fun and games when he was in the mood. When we discovered that he had an inoperable tumour in his brain I was truly shocked and sad. At the end, he said that I was the only person in the world that he had screwed that had not tried to screw him in return and, to my surprise, he left everything to me in his will'. She nibbled on her lip, lost in thought for a moment.

Suddenly, Barbara brightened up. 'In fact,' she said, 'all the legal technicalities were settled yesterday and in a little while, the trustees of his estate will be setting up a special link over the Company's Intranet. Once I key in my new password into the mobile terminal on that table, control of all my husband's bank accounts, patent rights and shareholdings will pass to me'. She laughed again. 'My husband did so love his toys. The whole house is set up with an infra-red wireless network. He used to take that notebook with him everywhere, even into the toilet'.

Barbara Landers stood up and twirled. The soft white translucent fabric of her dress flared like a cloud caught in a gust of wind and the two girls saw that she had a fine, well toned body. 'You might say that you two are a little gift to myself to celebrate the occasion. Actually, a good friend of mine gave me the idea. When I said that I bore my husband no ill will for his treatment of me, I meant it. However, I find that deep down, in a little corner of my mind, I have always felt that other women were laughing at me and I resented it'. She looked into the eyes of each of the girls. 'I tell myself that millions of women would have done the same thing if given the chance, but I need to see it for myself'. Pointing at Tess, she asked 'Do you understand what I want?'

Tess grinned and shrugged. 'I'm here to show you a good time. If you want to tan my butt or slap me around, I'm all yours' she said, patting her buttocks with her hand.

Barbara raised an elegant eyebrow and then turned to Kara. 'And how about you?'

Kara considered Tess' attitude and thought about what the woman had said. She also remembered that Barbara had not wanted experienced submissives. She took a step forward and took hold of Barbara's hand with both of hers. Bringing it up to her lips she kissed the tips of the woman's fingers and then pressed the hand to the side of her face. Slowly she ran the hand down the angle of her jaw and down the sleek curve of her neck until it rested on the upper curve of her breast. 'I do not know how sadists play, but I do know about my own body. I know what feels good and what hurts. Usually people want me to tell them what feels good and where I like them to touch my body. But I will show you all the soft, tender, sensitive places that will make me moan and cry and scream. I will spread and open myself so that you can reach all the secret spots and wet, delicate spots with you fingers and hands and teeth and whips. I will kiss and lick you while you hurt me. I have a beautiful, sexy body and it is all yours to play with'

Barbara looked deep into Kara's eyes and saw strength, determination and humour. She gently squeezed the firm fleshy globe under her palm and nodded. She lowered her hand and slid back into her seat. 'Let me see you naked. Both of you. Take off all of your clothes, then come and stand in front of me'.

Both Kara and Tess felt relieved upon hearing this familiar request. Undressing gracefully in front of a stranger was one of the first things that any prostitute learned to do. 

Tess plucked the smartphone from her waist and held it up to Kara as she pressed the 'off' button, extinguishing the glowing LED on the face for the device. She winked, emphasising her compliance with the Agency rules and then set the phone down on the table beside the computer terminal. Tess pulled off her clothes and tossed them aside as if glad to be rid of them, baring her tanned lithe body almost gleefully. With a swaying confident stride she walked away from her garments, stopping an arm's length away from Barbara. She ran her hands lightly down the front of her body all the way from the top of her breasts, down over her pointed nipples and across the rippling plane her flat belly before propping them arrogantly on her hips.




Therapy



Kara was less of an exhibitionist. In fact, she always surprised herself by still feeling a little embarrassed when taking off her clothes in front of a client. She neatly folded each item and set them aside on a chair, baring her body efficiently but without the showmanship of her colleague. Keeping her high heeled shoes on, she joined Tess in front of Barbara. 

Barbara leaned forward in her seat and reached out her hands to touch the firm smooth thighs of the two girls. The feel of their warm flesh under her fingers seemed to drive home the reality of the situation and her eyes lit up with excitement. Her tongue flicked across her lips as she allowed all her vengeful fantasies and images of past humiliations, real or imagined at the hands of disdainful society women, to fill her mind. She slid her fingers up the silken skin of their inner thighs, stopping just before she touched their mounds.

'Lets play a little game' said Barbara. Reaching under the coffee table next to her chair, she produced a wicked looking riding crop made from gleaming black leather. 'I want both of you to play with yourselves. Stand right where you are now and spread your legs a little'. She waited as the two girls obeyed, shuffling their feet apart until they stood like soldiers at parade rest. 'Now use the fingers of one hand to spread yourselves and show me your clits' ordered Barbara.

In tandem Tess and Kara reached down and spread their outer labia with their index and middle fingers, bringing their crinkled pink inner labia into view like a pair of fleshy butterflies. By pulling upwards slightly, they succeeded in drawing the protective hood of skin back and away from their clits.

'That's good' said Barbara. 'Now I want the both of you to play with your clits. Don't touch yourself anywhere else. Just your clit'.

Kara lifted her hand to her mouth in order to lubricate her finger-tip.

Barbara shook her head and said 'No. Don't do that. Don't use any lubrication'. She waved the riding crop in front of their hips. 'This is a contest. The winner gets her bottom caned with this crop,' she said, grinning evilly 'and the loser gets caned on her pussy'.

The two girls started to gingerly stroke their clits, wincing as their dry fingers rasped across the dry and painfully sensitive skin.

'By the way' said Barbara 'I have not decided whether the one who cums first or the one who climaxes second shall be the winner. Perhaps I will toss a coin. But let me warn you, I will punish anyone who tries to fake an orgasm or does not really try to cum'.

Tess groaned in dismay and closed her eyes in concentration, rubbing her finger in tiny circles around her stiffening clit. Kara used a different technique, keeping her fingertip on one spot just above her clit and vibrating her finger in tiny side-to-side movements. Both of the girls found it very difficult to stimulate themselves sufficiently to reach a climax without being able to touch the rest of their bodies. In addition, the pressure of being in a competition made it all the more difficult. Despite Barbara's warning, both girls had no choice but to try and climax first in hopes of avoiding the more severe punishment.

The muscles of Kara's legs and buttocks quivered with the strain of standing with her feet wide apart as she strained towards an orgasm. She longed to be able to caress her breasts and nipples, finding that the need to concentrate only on her clit was actually making it more difficult for her to cum. The constant friction of her dry finger was starting to make her clit sore and Kara knew that she was in a race not only with Tess but with her own body. She had to bring herself to a climax before her touch actually became too irritating for her to be able to orgasm. She concentrated her attention on the tiny bud that thrust out between her fingers, letting her feelings of shame and excitement over displaying herself to Barbara in this obscene manner add to her stimulation. She actually felt her clit tingle as Barbara's gaze swept over her crotch. Each movement of her finger sent a throbbing vibration rippling through her body, radiating outward from her super-stimulated clitoris. She rode the waves of sensation, and absorbed the sweet aching soreness of her clit, blending pleasure and pain.

Barbara switched her attention to Tess, who was rolling her clit aggressively, ignoring the discomfort and rubbing herself harder and harder. She braced her hips, pushing against her hand and panting. Her eyes squeezed shut and her skin began to glisten with the effort as she drove herself to orgasm.

The woman watched in fascination as both of the masturbating girls tensed and groaned as they neared their climaxes at almost the same time. She saw Tess' eyes glance towards Kara, and then her teeth bared in a grin of triumph as the muscles of her belly rippled and clenched in the tiny staccato motions that signalled her orgasm. Tess' hips bucked and ground as if she were thrusting against an invisible lover and her thighs clamped shut, trapping her hand between them.

Just seconds later, Kara cried out wordlessly as her vibrating finger finally drove her over the top. She staggered as the intense sensation made her knees go weak, but she maintained her widespread stance and continued to work her clitoris, drawing out her climax into a series of mini-orgasms. 

Barbara could actually see Kara's clit throbbing and twitching as she came and came. The opening of Kara's vagina glistened with milky fluids that threatened to well out of her hole and to drip onto the carpet.

Mindful that she was actually performing for the entertainment of her client, Kara maintained her position and carefully spread her pussy wide open so that Barbara could see the stiffly erect petals of her inner labia and the deep red flush of her stimulated flesh. She mentally cringed at the thought of being whipped on her pussy.

Barbara clapped her hands. 'Bravo ladies. That was an excellent performance from both of you'. She then produced a coin, which she flipped into the air. 'And the winner is; the one who came last!' she cried dramatically.

Tess grunted in disgust, while Kara gave a small sigh of relief.

Waving her riding crop, Barbara said 'All right, let's give out the prizes. Kara, you first. Keep your legs the way they are and bend over for six'.

Kara obediently bent over and put her hands on her knees, eyeing the nasty looking crop with trepidation. The crop and it's wielder moved out of view behind her and she clenched her teeth in anticipation. Despite her frightened concentration, the swishing of the crop through the air barely had time to register in her mind before she felt the whip strike squarely across her buttocks. The hot, stinging pain filled both cheeks of her tautly stretched buttocks as she rocked forward from the impact.

'Count them please' said Barbara, eyeing the rapidly rising weal that neatly bisected Kara's upthrust flesh.

'One!' gasped Kara.

'Swish...crack!'

'Ow! Two'

The third stroke caught Kara right at the junction where her thighs met her buttocks, and the tip of the crop drew a tiny drop of blood, painting a dark red bruise.

Kara yelped in pain, her fingers clamping down on her knees as she struggled with her instinctive desire to jump up and rub her wounded flesh. 'Three'.

The fourth and fifth strokes followed in quick succession, scribing two more straight crimson coloured lines across Kara's bum.

Barbara took careful aim and brought the crop down hard for the sixth and final stroke. This time the crop struck only one cheek and the tip sank deep into the crevice between them, biting savagely at Kara's arse hole.

The pain and shock were too much for Kara, who jumped up, reach around with both hands to shield her wounded flesh. However, she still retained enough presence of mind to shout out 'Six!' and thus end her ordeal.

Barbara ran her hand over Kara's burning red skin, enjoying the heat and the feel of the stiff crimson edged ridges that she had placed there. Kara pressed her body against her tormentor, her breasts flattening against Barbara's shoulder.

'Did it hurt a lot?' asked Barbara softly.

Kara shook her head, stroking the woman's arm. 'It doesn't matter,' she replied 'as long as you are happy'. Turning her head to look at Barbara's face, she gave a tearful smile. 'You can hit me some more if you like' she offered.

Barbara kissed her on the cheek and smiled back. 'That's enough for now. Tess is waiting to play with me'. She gave Kara a hug. The feel and scent of the beautiful blonde's body in her arms filled her senses and she could feel the crotch of her panties getting sticky.

Chapter Five.

Standing with her arms folded across her breasts, Tess had watched Kara's caning with a tiny smile on her face that quickly disappeared when the other two women looked towards her. She pointed with her nose at the crop in Barbara's hand and said 'My turn now I guess. So how do you want me? Sticking my butt up like Kara won't work if you are going to hit my pussy'.

'Why don't you suggest something' replied Barbara, tapping the crop in her palm.

Tess looked around the room seeking inspiration. Realising that any position that required her to display balance and concentration while having her genitals whipped would be impossible to maintain, she made her choice. 'How about I lie on my side on the couch. I can lift my leg up and apart so that you get a good shot at my pussy'. She suited her words with action, demonstrating the pose that she had suggested. With her forearm hooked behind her knee, she was able to hold on to her leg with both arms, which would help her to keep her legs spread wide even when Barbara hit her sex.

'That looks good' said Barbara, tapping Tess' pussy experimentally with her crop. The girl's widespread pose opened up the crevice of her sex to such an extent that Barbara could see right into her vaginal passage. The sight of Tess' gaping pussy gave Barbara an idea and she turned to Kara, who was still carefully rubbing her sore buttocks.

'Kara, I want you to do something for me while I entertain Tess'.

Kara nodded. 'Sure'.

Barbara pointed with her riding crop. 'See that shiny black and silver vibrator over there? I want you to put it in your pussy and turn it on. Turn the dial slowly, one click at a time. I want to see how far you get by the time I am finished with Tess'

Puzzled, Kara said 'O.K.' and then went over to the indicated device. When she picked it up she was surprised to find that it was heavier than she expected. The shiny strips that ran lengthwise down the barrel of the vibrator were made of metal and cool to the touch. She realised that it's weight was going make it harder to keep inside her body unless she kept her legs squeezed together. Shrugging, Kara placed the smooth rounded tip at the opening of her sex and gently rotated the vibrator from side to side, working it into her passage. It slipped easily into her pussy, which was still wet from her masturbation session. Since Barbara was not watching, she did not make a show of inserting the device, but merely slid it up into her body with a smooth motion. When the tip touched her cervix only the knurled control dial still showed. The chill feel of the metal deep inside her body made her shiver.

Kara glanced over at Barbara, who was busy playing with Tess' pussy lips, lightly slapping at the moist petals of her inner labia with the flat leather tip of the crop. Kara peered down between her legs at the shiny black plastic that protruded from her body. Barbara's instructions to turn the dial one click at a time made her cautious, suspecting that the motor in the vibrator was more powerful than usual. She turned the dial, feeling it click under her fingers. To her surprise, there was no discernible hum or motion. Then she felt the tiny tickling sensation that ran all along the length of her vagina, making her inner muscles squeeze on the intruding object. She gasped softly, realising that the 'vibrator' did not contain a motor at all. The weight that she had felt was entirely due to a large battery. The metal strips on it's outside were not merely decorations but were actually electrical contacts. She tried to turn the dial in the other direction in order to switch the tickling current off, but it would not move. The switch was designed to turn only in one direction unless some hidden catch was released. Cautiously, Kara turned the dial another stop. The current immediately grew in strength, and was now strong enough to feel like she was suffering from pins and needles inside her pussy. Looking at the dial, her eyes widened in shock. There were a total of ten stops on the dial and if the second was any indication, the higher levels would generate a severe shock and might even burn the flesh at the points of contact. It was no wonder that Barbara had wanted to see how far up the dial that Kara would go! She was determined not to disappoint the woman, so she turned the dial again. As expected, the stinging sensation grew significantly in strength, now feeling like tiny ant bites that went on and on. She felt her forehead grow damp and a painful throbbing began to spread through her lower belly. Just then, a sharp 'smack' came from the other side of the room. Looking up, Kara saw Tess' body jerk as the crop hit her clean-shaven pussy. She heard Barbara say 'I shall leave the number of strokes to you. Just tell me when you have had enough'. 

Digging her fingernails into her thigh, Kara turned the dial again. The sharp pain made her throw her head back and to clench the fingers of both hands into the muscles of her bruised buttocks. This level was as far as she could bear to go if she was to stand here and wait for Barbara to finish whipping Tess.

Barbara brought the crop down again with a sharp flick of her wrist, hitting Tess across both of her plump outer labia. Several red criss-crossing marks now decorated Tess' mound and her inner labia had started to swell where the whip had caught them. Tess had drawn her knee right up to her face and she hugged her thigh to her chest with grim determination. She watched with slitted eyes as Barbara swung the crop back for another stroke. The whip flashed down in a blurred grey arc before striking Tess' flesh. This time, Barbara had aimed the crop so that only the tip struck her victim, landing right at the upper juncture of her labia and expending its full force on and around Tess' clit.

Tess shouted in pain, her free leg kicking at the fabric of the couch as if to push her tormentor away. The stinging pain of crop hitting her sensitive clit was almost unbearable.

Barbara knelt down beside Tess and asked 'How many of those do you think you could take?'

Tess shook her head, still panting from the agony that filled her crotch. 'I don't know. That really hurt'

Wickedly, Barbara said 'Give me a number. If it is reasonable and you manage to hold still for them, I will stop beating your pussy'

Tess blinked in confusion as she tried to decide on the minimum number of blows to her clit that Barbara was likely to accept and that she would be able to bear without breaking. 'Five?' she said hopefully.

'That's a deal' said Barbara. 'Open wide'.

The crop cut through the air and hit the widespread sex again. Tess moaned and writhed on the couch. It felt as if her clit had been cut by a knife. The second stroke fell like an explosion of flame in her groin. The skin around her clit was turning a deep sullen red and the tiny sex bud itself had swollen to almost double it's normal size. Despite her determination, Tess allowed her leg to fall lower in an instinctive move to shield her wounded genitalia.

'That's naughty' chided Barbara. 'Lets see that lovely little clit' she said, waving her hand upward.

With a sobbing gasp, Tess jerked her thigh upwards, fully exposing her pussy once more. When Barbara swung the crop and tapped her clit with a practice swing, Tess was mortified to feel a tiny drop of urine escape from her urethra as she shrank back from the anticipated blow.

Deciding that Tess deserved a reward for her fortitude, Barbara placed the square edged tip of the crop at the opening of Tess' vagina. 'Hold this for me dear' she said as she pushed the shaft of the whip into the gaping pussy. 

Leaving the crop sticking out of Tess' body like an anorexic penis, Barbara turned towards Kara. Reaching out, she cupped the quivering blonde's breasts in her palms, toying with her nipples with her thumbs. 'What setting are you at?' she asked.

'Four' whispered Kara. 'It really hurts' she added, bowing her head 'but I think that I am getting wet'. When she looked up again there was a look of confusion in her eyes.

Barbara kissed her damp forehead. Then she slid her hand down the front of Kara's body until the tip of her index finger touched the girl's clit. Pressing firmly on the moist sex bud, Barbara felt a tiny tingle in her finger that was the residue from the stinging current that was cracking in Kara's cunt. Gripping the throbbing clit with thumb and finger, she pressed her lips to Kara's ear. 'I want to hurt you just a little bit more. May I?'

Kara took a deep breath and braced herself, placing her hands on Barbara's hips as if preparing to dance. 'You may' she whispered back. Barbara's lips pressed against hers and they kissed, tongues twining and probing. At the same time, Barbara pinched the girl's clit firmly, her fingernails biting into the delicate flesh. She felt the girl's hot breath as she gasped in pain, and the girl's moan vibrated in her mouth as she continued to squeeze and twist the exquisitely sensitive morsel. Just then, the computer terminal on the nearby table gave a beep. 'Oops, sorry. I have to stop for a moment. Money calls' said Barbara. As she walked past Tess, she snatched the crop from its fleshy sheath and gave the surprised girl a wicked smack on her clit. 'I don't want you getting bored' she said laughing happily. 

Bending down to look at the LCD screen, Barbara saw the message that she had been waiting for. The flashing cursor on the screen highlighted the words 'Enter your desired password, which should not be shorter than 15 digits and may contain letters and numbers'. She typed in her password, which she had chosen several days earlier, and hit the 'Enter' key. The screen went momentarily blank and then flashed the words 'Congratulations. Your password has been accepted'.

Barbara whirled around and clapped her hands in delight. 'At last!' she cried. 'All of it is mine'. Skipping back to Kara, she gave the girl a wet smacking kiss on the cheek. In her joy she did not notice Tess getting up from the couch and staring intently in the direction of the computer. Suddenly a green LED lit up in the face of the smartphone that she had placed on the table and Tess' face distorted in a wolfish grin. Kicking aside the riding crop that Barbara had dropped on the floor, she glided over to her discarded jacket.

Barbara was reaching for Kara's nipples in order to give them a playful tweak when she heard Tess clear her throat loudly with a theatrical 'Ahem!'. Then she saw Kara's eyes widen in shock. Swivelling around, she gasped at the sight of Tess who was wearing her jacket around her shoulders like a cloak and holding a tiny black automatic pistol.

'Do you like it?' asked Tess, waggling her pistol. 'Its a Kel-Tec P32 and it fits just great in a jacket pocket without making an unsightly bulge. Its light too!'. Tess tapped the gun with her other hand. 'I am sorry that I can't cock the hammer back with a threatening click like they do in the films and I have already chambered a round so I am not going to jack the slide back either, but I am sure that you ladies know what to do' she said, pointing at the ceiling with her free hand.




Therapy



Barbara and Kara raised their hands, still shocked at the sudden turn of events.

'Confused?' said Tess. 'Since neither of you are kung-fu experts, I'll risk taking a moment to explain. See that smartphone? It is actually an infra-red receiver and digital recording device which was given to me by your dear departed husband's legal advisor and friend'. She grinned at Barbara's expression dismay. 'Yes, the same friend who gave you the idea of hiring us for your fun and games. Since he was the one who drafted the contract for the installation of the wireless networking system in this house, he had no problem in getting the specifications of it's encryption system and having a suitable analyser made to look like a telephone'. Tess pressed her hand to her pussy with a hiss of pain.

'You would not dare use that gun in here' said Barbara.

'Are you thinking about your faithful butler?' asked Tess mockingly. 'When you husband left everything to you, his faithfulness took a sudden nose-dive. He will earn his share by ensuring that none of the other staff are around to witness what happens'. She laughed as Barbara's shoulders sagged in defeat. 'In a moment I will press the "transmit" button on the phone and my partners will receive your encrypted password and begin transferring your... I mean our money to it's new home'.

'Why all this rigmarole?' asked Kara. 'You could have just pointed that gun at Barbara and asked her to give you the password'. 

Barbara nodded in agreement.

'Sorry' said Tess shaking her head. 'We know all about the automatic alarm that would be triggered if the wrong password is entered or if a specific emergency code word is used'

'So what happens now?' said Kara.

Tess shook her head sadly. 'There will be a terrible scandal. Rich perverted lady hires prostitute for kinky S&M games. The hooker objects to the rough treatment and pulls out a gun. They struggle and the rich lady gets shot. However, because of the small calibre of the pistol, the wounded rich lady manages to snatch the gun and shoot the hooker in the heart before bleeding to death herself'. Tess gingerly touched her swollen clit again. 'I think that you will have the unusual honour of being shot in the pussy' she snarled. 'Spread you legs apart Barbara. I want to get a good clean shot'

'What if I refuse?' asked Barbara, her face turning pale.

Tess shrugged casually. 'I have lots of bullets. I don't mind shooting you in the knees and shoulders first'

Tears of fright and helplessness ran down Barbara's face as she slowly shuffled her feet apart.

'Er, Tess...could I ask a favour before you shoot me?' said Kara, apparently resigned to her fate.

'What?'

'Could I at least take this out of my pussy before it happens?' replied Kara, pointing at the dildo that was still embedded in her pussy.

Tess laughed. 'It would be a giggle to have your body found with that thing still in it, but...O.K. you can take it out' she said magnanimously.

Kara knew that she would only have one chance at survival. However, it would depend on her ability to withstand pain without showing anything on her face. Reaching down between her legs, she gripped the end of the dildo with one hand and the power dial with the other. 'Let me turn this damned thing off first' she muttered. Gritting her teeth, Kara turned the dial all the way to '10' with a sharp twist of her wrist. The current blasted into the walls of her wet pussy, making tiny burns in her inner flesh as she slid the dildo out. Biting back the urge to scream, Kara lifted the dripping torture device and casually tossed it at Tess, saying 'Here, you can have it'.

Startled, Tess swatted her hand at the flying object. When her fingers touched the damp metal contacts, a bright purple spark arced out sending a searing shock through her hand and up her arm. She screamed from the blast of electrical energy that shot through her body. The power was actually too low to do any permanent damage, but it stunned her for a second, which was sufficient time for Kara to dive forward and grab the hand that was holding the gun.

Tess' finger jerked and a 0.32 slug whizzed past Kara's ear. Although the bullet did no damage, the muzzle blast so close to her head stunned her. Dazed, she was able to stop Tess from shooting her, but was unable to wrest the gun away from her adversary. For several seconds the two girls struggled, but with a determined twist of her arms Tess managed to break free. Kara stared at the small black orifice of the pistol's muzzle as it lined up with her eye. There was a sharp 'crack' and Kara looked around in confusion when she realised that she was still alive. Tess crumpled to the floor, revealing Barbara holding the shattered case of the notebook computer in both hands, having just used the electronic device as a very effective club.

'My husband always said that computers could be bad for your health' gasped Barbara, dropping the now useless computer on the head of the unconscious Tess.

Chapter Six

The police had come and gone, taking Tess and the traitorous butler with them. After giving their statements, the police left the two women to recover in peace, ushered away by Barbara's new lawyers.

Kara slumped gloomily on the couch, sipping at a glass of brandy.

'What's the matter?' asked Barbara, sitting down beside her.

'Well, with my boss in jail and his company shut down, I am out of a job. Without a sponsor, I will have to leave the UK and go back to Europe' sighed Kara.

Barbara studied the beautiful blond for a moment and then she grinned. 'My ex-lawyer may have been a crook, but he did have a good idea. I was enjoying myself up to the point where Tess decided to change the script'.

'You mean you would hire me?' asked Kara hopefully.

'I still have a lot of frustrations to work out and you were much more fun than Tess. So... what do think?' replied Barbara.

Kara sat still for a moment, still feeling the pain deep inside her pussy. Then she smiled and started looking around the room. 'Where did that riding crop go?'

'Then you'll stay?' asked Barbara.

'I always wanted to be a therapist' answered Kara, waving the crop and grinning triumphantly. 



Therapy



The following is a cuckold themed story with minor male on male contact. It's more psychological than sexual, but there is both.

*****

Jack parked the car in a virtually empty lot, behind the medical office. It was already 7 pm and the daytime medical crowd, general practitioners and blood laboratories had already shut down for the day. Marlene often used this particular general practitioner's office after hours. Both of them were familiar with Marlene, using her earlier for other reasons, including marriage counseling for communication issues and work related stress. Jack joked that she was their life coach, but this was more serious than all the other meetings. He couldn't believe he was going with his wife to discuss sexual issues. How had they had gotten into this position? Trust, love, security, it all hung in the balance and the weight on his shoulders felt enormous.

He looked at his wife and asked if she was ready. She nodded and they held hands briefly before getting out of the car. 

The sound of her heels clicking on the cement felt like a ticking clock. The way his heart raced seemed like a ticking clock to a coming bomb blast. The waiting room had all the standard magazines. Jack figured Car and Driver would disappear if waiting rooms ever became a thing of the past. Brenda adjusted the hem of her skirt as she sat, her purse in her lap. She absentmindedly checked herself in a pocket mirror, applying lipstick. Jack wondered why she bothered, although he did recognize it as habit.

They were five minutes early, and could hear Marlene's voice, unintelligible through the door, so they knew she was in, perhaps seeing a patient.

"I'm going to use the ladies room," Brenda put the makeup back in her bag and stood up, smoothing her skirt, and strolled off. Jack gazed at her ass, wishing he hadn't been such a damn fool. He should be in bed with her tonight having the time of his life. A minute later Marlene came out with a client they didn't recognize, thankfully really, and the stranger left, nodding to Jack on the way out. Jack wondered what screwed up problems he had. Marlene looked at Jack and smiled, waving for him to come in.

He greeted Marlene, almost like old friends. He'd shared a lot with her over the years. It was Marlene who gave him the courage to quit a rotten job he'd dreaded leaving a few years before. It was Marlene who helped him understand his passive-aggressive treatment of his wife, she showed him how he was copying his father's treatment of his mother. She'd helped Brenda tremendously, helping her with anger issues. Her step-father had beaten her as a child, and she'd gotten physical with him early in their marriage. Most people would be shocked to realize the problems Jack and Brenda had, but most couples had dark secrets and dirty laundry they didn't want aired. A great many of those couples would never solve their problems, becoming increasingly bitter and resentful, many eventually divorcing, others prisoners in their own home, prisoners of their mistaken attitudes. It was that realization that gave Jack the courage to ask Marlene for help.

Within a minute Brenda came down the hall, a big smile on her face as she greeted Marlene. Jack contemplated the absurdity of the situation. They had some of the worst fights of their marriage in the prior 72 hours. Yet here they were, all smiles and pleasantness. He supposed it was because they had faith in their therapist, but he wondered if this problem was so big that their faith was misguided. He prayed it wasn't.

Jack wasn't a particularly God fearing man, he hadn't attended a regular church service since he was a kid. He couldn't recite bible verses or recite more than seven or eight of the Ten Commandments if asked. Still, he had a habit of praying. It calmed his nerves. He'd prayed this session would work just as he prayed that his mom would make it through cancer treatment. A week ago he prayed his wife's business trip to Los Angeles would be a success and that she would finally go through with his crazy idea. After the first night alone, he'd changed his mind, called her up to call it off and she never answered. He prayed she would. She didn't. Jealous and hurt, he prayed he wouldn't have the thoughts and desires that led him to this moment. He'd prayed for that before, especially when his wife got angry with his pleadings and rejected it, before the seed of his idea took root and she gave in. No matter how hard he prayed, his feelings never went away.

All three took separate seats. Marlene didn't use a couch like in the movies. Just three comfortable chairs, a mismatch of heavily padded recliners that helped therapist and clients alike relax as they sank in to tell their stories, calm their nerves.

Marlene looked at both of them as they sat down, a notebook in hand. Jack looked over at his wife whose tight smile belayed the nervousness they both now felt. They were going to spill secrets. Embarrassing secrets. For Brenda the secrets were newer, for Jack they were secrets that had plagued him since he was a teenager with his first girlfriend.

They made small talk, marveling that they hadn't used Marlene for at least five years, Marlene seemingly pleased to hear how they seemed to manage their careers and solved their earlier problems. "Okay," Marlene said, getting down to business, "We haven't seen each other in a while, what brings you two here today?"

Jack looked at Brenda who looked back nervously at her husband and said, "Can you go first?"

Jack nodded. "Okay," he started, his voice already trembling. He cleared his throat. "Okay," he repeated, "we have a really weird issue. We need your advice," he paused again trying to control the waver in his voice. No matter how many times he thought about this moment, nothing could prepare him for the reality of it. "It's, umm, sexual in nature."

"Go on," Marlene was calm, her warm smile inviting. She was older, at least in her late 50's by Jack's estimate.

"Okay, well, on the surface I'd say we are here because I'm an idiot. I, umm, well for a while, a long time really, I've been pestering my wife regarding a fantasy I've had."

Brenda chimed in, "Years."

"Yes, years. I first brought it up when we first met, so it's not like this is a surprise to her," now Jack felt stupid, trying to say it in such a way that it sounded dignified and maybe even put some of the blame on Brenda, his shaky delivery not helping. "Basically I asked her to have sex with another man."

He exhaled as he said it. He couldn't believe the words had left his mouth and that somebody beside his wife now knew. Deep down he'd been dying to discuss it with somebody sympathetic for years. He still wondered how sympathetic Marlene would be. He looked at Marlene and he face turned quizzical, as if waiting for more information. He turned to his wife who kept her mouth shut and just nodded back at him, unwilling to save him.

In the end it was Marlene that saved him, "Did she have sex with somebody else?"

"Yes," Brenda surprisingly answered for him. "Last week." Her smile broke and she used her pinky to wipe away a tear forming in the corner of her right eye, her long lacquered pink nail pointing to the ceiling as she did so. Jack wasn't surprised she was so emotional, but it did affect him, the tears wanting to spread from wife to husband.

"Yes," Jack said, and paused to compose himself. It hurt him to see his wife in this sort of pain. "And well, we've been arguing about it ever since," he looked at Brenda who shrugged, embarrassed at the tear, "but I love her so much," and tears formed in Jack's eyes. He felt ridiculous, but Brenda reached out and he leaned over and took her hand. "I'm sorry, this is just so complicated."

"That's an understatement," Brenda tried to be perky as she said it, but she looked away, as if ashamed to show her funny side, but Jack laughed at her joke if for no other reason than to be supportive.

"Well, I'm encouraged at your positive tone to one another," Marlene's demeanor had shifted from happy, welcoming host, to the therapist, the helper.

Brenda broke in, "Oh, it's been horrible this week."

"I know," Jack said guiltily.

"Okay, well, before we get into that, can you tell me what happened? It's important to understand context with something like infidelity."

Infidelity, the word hurled like a brick into Jack's consciousness. His penis stirred and he shifted to try and make it go away. "Where to begin. This is a good question," he paused, "okay, here are the basic facts. For years I've brought up the idea of Brenda having sex with other men."

"And this is what you wanted correct?" Marlene asked.

"Yes," Jack admitted, butterflies in his stomach, "I find it very arousing. I trace it back a long time. So basically I've asked her to have sex with other men. We've incorporated the idea into our sex life." Jack looked at Brenda and she nodded in agreement. "Brenda has played along more or less, but for a long time she told me she didn't want to do it for real. I pestered her. Long story short, this year she met somebody at work and her mind started to change. I encouraged it, of course." 

Again he looked at Brenda for affirmation and she nodded, saying "He wouldn't let it go."

"This is true, I admit it," Jack said, "But I thought it would be good for her, that she'd feel lucky to be able to do something like this with my permission." Jack realized he was getting defensive, but couldn't help himself.

"Woah wait," Marlene broke in. "It's not fair to project on Brenda what she should feel."

"Thank you," Brenda murmered.

"I'm sorry. Where was I? Oh yeah, so last week she had a business trip in Los Angeles. This guy, Mark," if only Mark could see us now, Jack thought, "He was going to be there. Well Brenda and I agreed she would meet up with him there. She did." Jack stopped, as if the story was finished.

"But what happened then? What made you two so upset?"

"He tried to call it off. But I didn't call it off," Brenda answered.

Marlene put her pencil down. "The both of you agreed on this but then your husband tried to back out."

Both of them nodded.

"Why wouldn't you call it off? Don't you think he might be deserving of a second chance if he changed his mind?"

"If it was the only time, sure, but he's done this before," Brenda answered. Marlene nodded in understanding and looked at Jack.

"I sat at home after she left and it drove me crazy. That night was pure torture. I just couldn't handle the reality. The next day I tried to call her and text her, but she didn't respond. I just got angry. When she finally called me back, she told me not to worry, nothing had happened. That was a lie."

"I'd already done it," Brenda admitted, "But he was acting crazy. I didn't want him to be upset."

"How did you find out she'd already had sex with Mark?" Marlene addressed Jack.

"She umm, told me."

"You're not even making sense," Brenda rolled her eyes.

"Let's let Jack explain, and then you can tell it from your point of view."

"Honestly, I almost can't explain any of it. I'm not even sure why we are arguing. I mean, I know why, but I don't know how we got to this point."

"Is it the infidelity that bothers you or the lie?"

"It's the stress. The whole situation. When she did it, I was terrified." Jack gripped the armrests and closed his eyes, leaning back. 

"Brenda, why don't you tell us your point of view."

Brenda looked at Jack, his eyes still closed. She cleared her throat. "Okay, it's a long story. It's not just about what happened or who said what this week. It's deeper."

"This is true," Jack interjected, his eyes still closed. "Go ahead, I'm sorry. Just tell her everything. I can't."

"Years ago when we first met, we had a pretty normal courtship. We dated, I got interested in maybe living with him, and I knew he was the one I wanted to marry." Jack smiled as he listened.

"One day we are at a restaurant. I'm telling him about a vacation I was going to take with my girlfriends. We were going to rent a beach house in Panama City beach for spring break. As I'm talking to him about it, I notice he gets this look in his eyes. It's hard to explain, but his demeanor changed. And then he tells me something that I never expected. He says that if I got drunk and did something stupid, like be with another guy, he told me he wouldn't get mad." She looked at Marlene who just nodded. Jack still had his eyes closed, and opened them after an uncomfortable silence.

"Sorry," he said, "It's like I want to crawl away and hide. I can't believe we are telling you this Marlene."

"You can't solve problems if you hide them," Marlene answered kindly.

Brenda continued, "I went to Florida. I had a fun time, but I didn't do anything stupid, like he mentioned, but I kept thinking about it. Maybe I would have if the situation was right, but I didn't. I wanted to get married and I didn't really believe him. To be honest, when he mentioned it, I thought he was more telling me so I'd understand he'd forgive me if I did something wrong, but after a while I realized that wasn't really his point."

"He asked me if anything happened, and I told him nothing happened, and he kind of dropped it."

"I had to fight to repress it," Jack chipped in.

"Well we get married, and we go on a honeymoon in Mexico. It was one of those beach resorts on the Yucatan. Where they have all those old Mayan ruins? It was great. Well when we are there I get to talking to this other guy. You know, around the pool, that sort of thing. He was there with his friends. I told him I'd just been married, but he didn't seem to care. I could tell he liked me, he was checking me out, and fetching me drinks. Jack wasn't really around. I thought maybe he was taking part in some event on the beach, like volleyball or something. That was pretty normal, but he was gone a long time. 

I couldn't find him and so I went to eat lunch without him. I was a little upset, but this guy asked me if he could join me and I didn't feel super comfortable, but I didn't want to rock the boat, so we went. We go in and get our food and we are talking, and all of a sudden I see Jack. He's alone, at a table in the corner. Almost like he'd been hiding out. When our eyes met he sheepishly waved at me. I was like what the fuck? I was upset. Here I was on my honeymoon, some guy was chatting me up, and I wanted to be with my husband, who's clearly acting bizarre.

I excused myself and finally ditched the guy, and I go over to Jack. When I ask him what he's doing, he tells me it looked like I was having a good time, he didn't want to interrupt. Honestly it felt creepy. It was my honeymoon. So we leave, and he's all over me. He's really, really, um, horny," Brenda felt weird saying the word around Marlene, "and we go back to our room."

Marlene scribbled notes. Jack felt odd, having this part of his history laid bare. He felt something like simultaneous shame and relief. He was glad Marlene hadn't interrupted and berated him, even if that did seem extreme or illogical for her to do.

"We get back to the room, and we start to have sex. And as we are having sex, he tells me to turn over and put my face into the pillow, and I do, and then he tells me to imagine it was the stranger having sex with me. I couldn't believe it, but it clicked. Jack got off on other guys hitting on me."

"It's not that simple," Jack interrupted, but Marlene gave him a calming shush, and asked Brenda to continue. 

"Yeah, it's that simple," Brenda retorted. "I played along with it that one time, but afterward I asked him not do to it again. I didn't want him leaving me with strange men. I expect my husband to want me, to be jealous and desire me, not give me away."

Jack's stomach churned as she said it and he winced. 

"He tried to bring it up again during sex, we had sex every day, but I ignored him.."

"She told me she didn't want it, I stopped. I didn't do it all the time."

"Well I remember you did it a few times. Anyway, it kind of ruined our sex on our Honeymoon."

"I feel like an idiot for that," Jack admitted.

"Well hold on a second," Marlene jumped in. "Our sexual fantasies are not good or bad. You have to bring them up sometime to your spouse or they may stay bottled up inside. That doesn't mean you are an idiot."

Jack was pleasantly surprised at her words.

"Okay," Brenda smoothed out the hem of her dress and re-crossed her legs. It occurred to Jack that if Marlene was an older dyke she probably got a pretty good view up Brenda's skirt, and he chuckled at his own thought. The two women looked at him and he apologized and said he just had a weird thought and asked Brenda to continue. She raised an eyebrow at him.

"We've been married for five years now. Maybe three years ago I come home and he's bought me this sex toy,"

"Oh shit," Jack said, knowing where this was going. Again he apologized, saying the story made him uncomfortable but she should continue.

"It's not a bad sex toy. It's like this vibrator that kind of rotated at the tip. It was actually pretty cool, I never saw anything like it before" Brenda giggled, unable to help herself.

"Only the best for you honey," and both of them laughed. Marlene looked wryly at them.

"Okay, so he brings home this vibrator dildo thing, and one day we try it out, I'm not really into doing it by myself."

"You don't masturbate?" Marlene asked.

Brenda looked uncomfortable, "Uh, no? Is that bad."

"No, it just gives me a better context," Marlene answered.

"Should I?" Brenda was curious as to her opinion.

"That's up to you," Marlene smiled back.

"Okay, where was I. Oh, the sex toy. So I'm laying back and he's you know, um, using it on me. And he starts telling me how it's this big penis, you know, and how he wants me to have sex with a big, hard penis."

Jack's real penis started to harden.

"Of course, I knew where he was going with it, but it felt really nice, so I played along. I pretended it was another man's penis and it just filled me up and made me feel really good. I actually had a really nice orgasm."

"Not just really nice," Jack corrected.

"Yes, it was, um, maybe the best orgasm I ever had. I couldn't' stop thinking about it."

"Neither could I," Jack said.

"Well it became really important to our sex life. I tried to use it myself, but it just wasn't the same unless Jack did it. It's hard to explain."

"Well you obviously care about your husband. You know what they say about sex being mostly mental," Marlene noted.

"I guess. So everything was great for a couple of weeks."

"Longer than that," Jack said. "Six months."

"Okay, great for you maybe, but okay, not weeks but months, anyway, Jack starts bringing up the idea again, of me and another man. He tells me I should have sex with other men to experience similar orgasms, that he'd enjoy it if I was happy, which I think is bullshit. I could be unhappy but if I had sex with another guy, he'd get turned on." She seemed angry all of a sudden.

"I was just looking to improve things," Jack said, and he meant it.

"That may be," Marlene said, "But sometimes we don't see it from our spouse's point of view."

Jack didn't like that comment.

"This time I didn't tell him to stop. We were having fun. I started to tease him back, I wanted to keep this as fantasy only, but I'd allow myself to act like I was having sex with other people when we were in the bedroom. He'd use the vibrator thingy and I'd get off and then he'd have sex with me and come very quickly. It worked for us."

Jack swallowed. He knew where the story was going now.

"After that I had a high school reunion," Brenda continued. "Ten years, and I knew my ex-boyfriend would be there," she cleared her throat, "I started to wonder if maybe I could get back with him temporarily. Maybe even, you know, have sex with him."




Therapy



Jack bobbed his head in agreement.

"Did you tell Jack about this?" Marlene asked.

"Yes, and he was really happy. I never saw him so horny. It was the craziest thing. I started texting my old boyfriend, talking to him on Facebook. It was clear something was going to happen. So I go to the reunion. We agreed that Jack would stay home and I'd fill him in as events unfolded. I go to the reunion, but I get a call from Jack. He got cold feet and chickened out."

Chickened out, Jack thought. That didn't sound exactly noble.

"And how did you feel?" Marlene asked.

"I was angry. I mean, for years my husband has pestered me with this, since our honeymoon basically, and now the moment arrived and he wanted me to stop. But I did stop. I had a good time. It was difficult but my ex in reality was a little less smooth in person than he was when we chatted online, and so I felt no harm, no foul. But inside I was disappointed. I would have done it. I'd bought lingerie, I had a hotel room planned if he didn't have a better idea. My mind was ready."

"How many sex partners have you had Brenda?" It seemed an odd question from Marlene.

Brenda looked up, "I don't know, five, no six. Wait. Seven. I forgot about last week."

Marlene nodded, almost as if in approval, which struck Jack as odd. "Why would you ask that?"

Marlene put her pencil to her chin and tapped. "Well, couples have affairs for many reasons. Some people want to escape their relationship, some need an emotional boost. Some are unhappy. Some just want a sexual adventure. Sometimes a person, especially a woman but it can be both, who hasn't had many sexual partners desperately want to experience what they thing they may have missed."

Brenda said, "Well, I can't say I missed anything. It's just all of Jack's talk got me in that mindset. I was ready for it, you know? I wanted it. It feels good to be wanted by another man."

Marlene asked, "And then Jack put the brakes on it."

"It was angry. I was upset. I felt cheated."

"Jack," he was surprised Marlene addressed him, "can you explain your feelings, why you did this?"

"Why I wanted her to have sex?"

"Why you stopped her," Marlene scribbled in her notebook.

"I guess I just, you know," chickened-out he thought, "got cold feet. It was incredibly stressful. The fantasy was one thing, but when the reality hit me I balked. Maybe he'd give her a disease. Maybe she'd get pregnant. All these horrible thoughts suddenly came in my head. What if she wanted to leave me?"

"I would never leave you," Brenda said and she reached out her hand again and Jack took it. They both gave each other puppy dog eyes and Brenda directed a kiss at him.

"Thank you honey," Jack answered.

Marlene smiled at them both. "Okay, so the reunion was a dud," and everybody laughed as she said that, "what else?"

"Okay, so maybe two months later he starts it again. After all that, he asks me if I still want to see my ex-boyfriend, maybe something could happen, he changed his mind and now I could do this, all of it. At first I'm skeptical, but I sent out feelers to my ex, and he seems positive, and Jack loves it. He's reading our texts and notes back and forth. He's listening in on my phone calls to my ex. He seems really, really excited, really positive. My ex is busy, he's got a good job and he travels a lot, but he says he can meet me when he gets a break in a few months. That was fine with me, I was in no rush, and we were all having fun. I even started, um," Brenda looked uncomfortable as she said it, "like getting naked for him on Skype, having kind of a cyber-sex relationship."

Jack was rock hard as she described it.

"Did your ex know Jack was aware of your activity?"

"No, I didn't want to tell him."

"I wished you did. I felt like a chump," Jack said.

"What do you mean?" Marlene asked.

"Okay," Jack continued the story, "The time came for them to meet, but I couldn't shake it from my head that this guy thought he was getting one over on me, that he would have sex with my wife thinking it was behind my back. It bothered me, so I put the kibosh on the whole thing."

Brenda chimed in, "At the last minute, AGAIN." 

Marlene nodded, "I notice the pattern now." 

"Yep," Jack smirked.

"So fast forward. There's this co-worker I have. His name is Mark. Well, we get to know each other," Brenda paused, taking a deep breath, "Mark was married, but he got a divorce earlier this year. I always have been attracted to him, but not in a crazy way. He's just a great guy, confident, funny, he's charismatic. People in general like to be around him. How can I explain this," Brenda held her hands in her lap, stretching her fingers back and forth, "I fell for him. I think when he got divorced he changed in my eyes. Suddenly he was available, and maybe I put out signals without meaning to."

Jack's mouth was in a tight line as he listened to the air pass through his nose and he paced his breathing. He'd heard this before, but his heart still beat fast remembering it. It was even odder hearing Brenda lay it all out for Marlene to hear.

"One day I come home after working late with Mark. I meet Jack, and I'm ready. I'm so ready. I suppose I manipulated Jack, but I bring him into the bedroom and I sit him down and I decide I'm going to give him oral sex," she made a face and stumbled as she said oral sex. "I get him excited, and he's on the bed moaning,"

"I still remember it. It was good." Jack nodded as if to emphasize it.

"And so I tell Jack that maybe his fantasy has become our fantasy, and I'm stroking him, trying to get him thinking with his dick, and I tell him about how there's this guy at work, Mark. And I'm working him hard, and I ask him right before he, you know, cums, if he's ready to take another chance, and Jack is all for it."

Marlene gave her a quizzical look, "How do you feel about that?"

"I wanted to so badly. I guess I justified it by thinking it's what he really wanted."

Jack sighed, "She's right. I wanted it. I'm not even sure she had to go to those lengths. She probably coulda just asked me over a pizza." 

Marlene smirked at him. Jack supposed it was because she appreciated his sense of humor, not his fantasy life.

Brenda continued, "Okay, so we had fun with it. A lot of fun with it. I was still looking for an angle with Mark. And then the business trip came up last week."

"You didn't do anything with Mark beforehand?" Marlene asked?

"No not really. We do work together with other people. But we'd get lunch together, that sort of thing. I couldn't really think of a way to take the first step."

"How did you take the first step?"

Brenda thought for a moment, "Oh, you mean on our business trip?" Marlene nodded.

"Well, I booked a room right next to his. That first evening we had dinner with the client. There were four of us and two from their company. Afterward dinner we were walking back and I asked him if he wanted to get a drink. It was the easiest thing in the world. I asked him if he wanted to come into my room, and he did. "

Jack thought he'd have blue balls by the time this session ended.

"He came in, we kissed, we got naked, you know.."

Jack had wondered how it happened. For years he dreamed it, but when it finally happened he was excited and nervous, yet angry. "Keep in mind I'd asked her not to do it."

Marlene looked at Brenda, "Can you tell us how you felt about that?"

"I was insanely frustrated," Brenda said. "You can't keep dangling a ball in front of a cat and not expect it to take a swipe. Imagine thinking you're going to get a great Christmas present and you don't, no matter how much Santa promises? My sex life was becoming something he could use to control me, to yank my chain, to lift me up and send me crashing back down. And so here I was. I had years of him egging me on, and it was now within my grasp. I didn't feel like I was doing anything horrible. I even wondered if I was doing him a favor, pushing him into the pool he kept telling me he wanted to swim in. It wasn't even behind his back. When I left for the trip, I was excited, on cloud nine, and then I got the messages from him, the same old pathetic excuses, the whining. He's the one who wanted it in the first place, who trained me to like it!"

There was a pause and Brenda was on the verge of tears again, clearly emotional. Jack felt compelled to speak. "You know, it breaks my heart to hear this. I never thought of it like this. I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry too," Brenda again dabbed her eyes. 

"I just don't know what to do. I want us to be happy, but I'm not happy with his back and forth. It's not fair."

"Marlene?" Jack asked, "Can I ask you a strange question?"

"You can ask me anything, in this situation it's usually good to talk freely, not hold anything back!" Her smile was back.

I'm guessing you've heard it all sitting in that chair."

Marlene just nodded her head with that big happy smile. 

"Am I, like, my situation, am I normal?"

"Yes, I'd say you're normal," she grinned.

Jack felt relief at the answer, but he needed to have this conversation, to probe further. "I mean, I love my wife, I really do. I know I'm playing with fire. But I can't help it. These feelings I have, about her and other guys. It's overwhelming. It's like I feel like I'm gay or something, but I'm not gay, I have this condition."

"Well a lot of men have gay feelings maybe a lot more than most people realize." She looked at him, a look of 'and maybe you too' which made Jack uncomfortable.

Marlene looked at him, her eyes probing, "Why don't you tell us about it? How do you think it started, these cuckold feelings?"

Cuckold. That word seemed so creepy. Jack winced inside as she said it, even if he knew she accurately described it. He'd been on the internet, getting off for years on this type of porn. He remembered how it all began.

"When I was young, maybe 15 or 16, I was absolutely in love with this girl, Amy. She was from the next town over, went to our rivalry high school. She seemed mysterious. She was prettier than any other girl I usually talked with at my own school. I met her at a football game through some mutual friends. Well, I thought about her a lot, and finally worked up the courage to call her, and was incredibly happy when she agreed to hang out. In our town a bunch of us would hang out behind this old shopping center. So the first time she came over we just sat and talked off to the side. We really hit it off. Just a couple of bored teenagers. I really wanted to do more with her, but I guess I was immature, and never made the first move. Her brother even asked me if I wanted to be her boyfriend. I told him yes, but still, I didn't even know how to proceed. I was penniless. I couldn't take her on proper dates. We weren't old enough for cars. I didn't even have my own room at home. 

Okay, so to cut to the chase, I think maybe she grew bored with me. I held her hand a few times, we kissed a little bit, but after a couple weeks, there just wasn't much there. She stops coming, and I stop calling her when she doesn't return my calls.

Later on I go to college, and I'm back after my freshman year. I'm maybe 18 or 19 and I decide to look up Amy that summer. What do you know, she wants to hang out! Great! I thought maybe we could start a little fling until I had to leave for school.

I had this friend, Jason. We were almost best friends. Amy and I went to is apartment a few times to get away from my parents' place. Anyway, I could see he liked Amy. He started flirting with her in that way guys do, trying to impress her, making little cutting remarks about other people that made her laugh. It bothered me a little bit but I ignored it. Anyway, one day Amy and I are supposed to meet like usual, and we agree to meet up at Jason's place, but I'm a little late and tell her to start the party without me because my mom wanted me to get some groceries. It was the only way I could get the car for the weekend." Jack could remember it like it happened yesterday.

"So I go to Jason's place. He lived in this apartment complex in this sort of half basement unit that had these windows way high up on the wall that looked out pretty much at people's feet walking by. I can't explain it, but I get this bad feeling that tells me I should take a peek in the windows before I ring the buzzer. Well, I look in the living room and I see nothing, but I can see the lights on in the kitchen, the TV's on.

I walk around to the back of the apartment which ran parallel to a fence, and I just knew I'd see something, and I looked into the back window. Oh, my God. I see Amy and Jason on the bed. I have to get my head right up against the glass, but I'm hoping and praying they aren't paying attention to their surroundings because I'm sure they could have seen me if they looked. So they are making out and I just sort of watch because her shirt is off and I'm seeing her breasts, the same breasts I touched and felt not 24 hours before. And the strange thing is that it felt amazing. I was jealous, I was angry, but I couldn't help but watch.

One thing leads to another, and his dick comes out, and it's huge by my standards. It's like, 8 inches long I'm guessing. I had no idea. It was way bigger than me, and I'm like maybe 6 inches if I'm lucky. 

She's stroking it and she gives him a quick blowjob, I couldn't believe it, and then she starts taking her jeans off, her panties off, she's naked and he's falling over her as he's pulling his pants down. He gets up and goes to his dresser or shelf or something, and he pulls a condom out. I can't believe I'm watching as he bites the foil with his teeth a little bit and tears it open. Amy is just watching, as mesmerized as me. She leans back as he comes over, rolling the condom onto his dick, and he starts kissing her a little bit, and then he gets on top of her and they start working his monster dick into her, and she's just kind of looking up as it's getting fed into her. I couldn't even fathom how she fit it all inside her, she was kind of a skinny girl. 

I'm watching my best friend boink my girlfriend, and honestly, I felt myself through my pants and I came before he did, and when I did, suddenly I felt vile and ashamed. I intending to ring the doorbell and put a stop to it, but something held me back. I figured I'd give them a few minutes. Why? I don't know. Well, actually I do know." 

Jack had never told this story to anybody but his wife, and even then he'd held out one last little secret about that night.

"I wait maybe 3 minutes and I hit the buzzer. Of course, he doesn't buzz me in, but I'm not surprised, I figured they are scrambling. After maybe 20 or 30 seconds I ring again, and this time the buzzer rings back and I can open the door and go down the stairs to his apartment. I remember how musty that hallway smelled. Weird. So I knock on the door and Amy answers the door, and she's like, 'oh, you're here' and she kisses me, and I kiss her back, full on the lips, which is kind of disgusting when you think about it. She loves it, she starts making out with me. Meanwhile, my best buddy traitorous Jason comes out of his bedroom and tells me he's gotta take a shower. I'm thinking it's Amy that needs the shower. And I'm getting aroused again, so I think, hey, why not have sex with Amy?! 

Amy wants none of it, tells me to wait until we are alone, and goes to the kitchen. I tell her I need to use the restroom and I go into Jason's room and I look for it," Jack swallowed hard, "I look for the rubber, and I find it in the trash can and I can see it's used if you know what I mean."

Brenda, shocked, said "You never told me this. You mean, it was full of his sperm?"

"Well it wasn't full of.." Jack couldn't think of a witty answer, "Yes, it was. So I took it. I stole it, I palmed it in the pocket of a hoodie I had on. It sort of sloshed around in there inside the rubber."

"Oh, this is fucked up," Brenda looked at Marlene, "Sorry, never heard this story!" and she put her hands in shock.

"I go back out and I have the worst, most evil thoughts in my head. I tell Amy I'm really horny, which I was, and I pretty much demand we fuck. She's got these wide eyes, and as she considers it, I tap on the door where Jason is taking a shower and I yell out that I'm gonna fuck Amy in his room and he better give us privacy. Jason just yells out for me to go for it, and I can see Amy just put her hand to her mouth like maybe she finds it funny or shocking or whatever, but I take her by the hand and she just sort of follows behind like a puppy dog being dragged in.

I start making out and she's like, let's make this quick. So right in front of her I go to Jason's stash and pull out a fresh one. I'm wondering if this is messing with her head, how I know this, but she doesn't say anything. I roll it on. I'm really hard at this point, which would be hard normally, but after everything that happened, my dick was alive. I ask Amy to get on all fours, I want to fuck her doggy style, and I do. It's great. Oh yeah, I forgot to say, I palmed Jason's used rubber. That's sort of why I wanted her to get on all fours. I didn't want her paying attention to me too much. As I'm fucking her, I'm breaking open Jason's rubber.."

"Oh my God," Brenda exclaimed.

"I fuck her hard and I'm 19 so I've got all kinds of mental sex powers and I get myself to cum in like, 30 seconds. So when I pull out, I take his condom and press it up close to her as and squeeze out his sperm onto her, you know, my dick and her pussy and I'm going, 'Oh shit it broke,' and I pull off mine and just have both in one hand like it's a mess, and it was."

"You are evil," Brenda said.

"I just couldn't believe she cheated on me. I felt she deserved it, this was my revenge. Hell, I knew she probably wouldn't get pregnant and she didn't. But I just had to do something."

Marlene spoke, "That's very passive-aggressive behavior, very manipulative." She looked at him with something approximating disrespect and Jack felt his heart drop.

"Look," Jack grabbed the armrests again and steadied his breathing. "I had to tell somebody. I think it's important to get it off my chest, and I think it's important in understanding why I act the way I do, the way I have."

"Of course," Marlene seemingly unmoved, "You may have felt a tremendous amount of guilt. What you did was very wrong."

"I did. I think I sexualized that whole experience. I sexualized the anger I felt, the peeping, and the revenge."

"The guilt," Marlene added.

"I can't tell you how many times I've wondered how I can get rid of these feelings. It's true. But I can't help it. To be honest, I'll probably bring it up again."

"The feelings of guilt over what you did?" Marlene asked.

"No, the feeling, the thrill I get thinking of my wife with another guy. It's sick. I feel twisted."

Brenda said, "If you keep up with this, I don't know, I don't want to leave you, but I can't live like this."

"Can I make a recommendation?" Marlene didn't even seem to wait for an answer, she stood up and looked at the clock, "our hour is almost up and I have another appointment later this evening.."

"Wow, you are busy," Brenda said.

"Busy but happy," and Marlene smiled again. Always that warm motherly smile. Jack was comforted by it and was curious as to what she was going to recommend. "I have the number for somebody, another therapist, a doctor actually who works more closely with situations like this," she wrote a name and phone number and handed the sheet of paper over to Brenda, "He runs a health center that is very interesting, it's a little different than a standard sex therapist."

"A sex therapist?" Jack blurted. Brenda just looked shocked.

"Yes, a sex therapist," Marlene answered, "He specializes in people with alternative lifestyles, non-monogamous couples. I want you to arrange an appointment with him."




Therapy



"Non-monogamous?" Brenda was flummoxed.

"Yes, non-monogamous. Jack?" Marlene looked at him, kindly but in an almost patronizing way, "Do you honestly think you will ever let this cuckolding fetish go? Do you think it will go away?"

"No," Jack looked uncertainly back and forth at the women, worried at their reaction.

"Brenda, do you have a great desire to remain monogamous with Jack? Is that what you want?"

Now it was Brenda's turn to be put on the spot, 

"I suppose, I don't know. I love him. I want us to be happy."

"Call this number. If you don't like your session, we can approach it from a different angle."

"Has it worked for many of your clients?" Jack asked.

"If it wasn't for him, I'd probably make a lot more money," she shrugged, "but I still do okay," and she again gave them that big smile. "Do you want to write a check or cash?"

**

Jack made the call from the parking lot outside, Brenda listening in. It went straight to voice-mail so he left a message.

As he sat in the car and turned the key, Brenda asked, "So what did you think?"

"It was good. Better than I thought. Didn't exactly solve our problems, but if felt nice to get my point of view across. I was really nervous to start."

"You really did that with that girl?"

"I was alpha as fuck. What can I say?"

She laughed. Jack looked at her and grinned. 

"You know what I liked most about that session?" Jack asked, "It was that I didn't feel like I got blamed. You didn't get blamed. We just all talked and thought about everything."

"Very non-judgmental," Brenda agreed. "I hope the new guy is like that."

Jack picked up the paper from the center consul. 

"Jim Cooper. Hmm. Here, better put this in your purse. I have his number in my phone."

She tucked it away and he pulled out, passing Marlene's green BMW, still parked.

"Do you think there's hope for us?" Jack grinned.

"Of course," Brenda answered. She reached out and took his hand. In truth both were looking forward to their next session with Mr. Cooper.

**

The session was unlike anything they expected. They received separate welcome packets express delivered later that week, a "him" and a "her" packet, with instructions not to read each other's paperwork. He gave Brenda her envelope, and she disappeared into the dining room to open it up. He went to his office, and inside his packet he found some boilerplate paperwork for billing and services, instructions for an online survey and questionnaire to be completed in advance, and a checklist of items to bring to the session.

The online survey asked him to put in a basic description of his issues with his wife, as well as a list of yes/no/maybe questions. He quickly clicked no on the physical ailment questions about illnesses, depression, erectile dysfunction, premature ejaculation. The list seemed to get more intimate as he checked them off. Had he been with another sexual partner while he was married? Had his spouse? Was he into dominance or submissive role-play? No. Bondage? No. There were a host of questions about BDMS and he clicked no to all of them.

Did he consider himself a jealous person in regards to his wife's extramarital sex? Yes. Would he like a threesome with his wife and another man? He thought about and clicked maybe. Another woman? Yes. It seemed to be a list of generic fantasies, some interesting and cerebral, some fit for a caveman. He was aroused as he answered them.

When he finally finished, he went back to the kitchen and peaked in at his wife who was on her laptop. "Did you go the questions online?" he wondered how much he'd be cheating by discussing it.

"Yes," she smiled. "Keep it to yourself!"

Jack snapped his fingers in mock disappointment. This doctor was going to be interesting.

The drive to his office took them into the mountains above the valley where they lived. They both were nervous as they pulled off the main two lane highway onto a winding lane sheltered by tall firs, the ground more pine-needles and scrub than bushes. When they pulled into the drive for his facility, they saw Dr. Cooper's health center resembled a largish mountain vacation home, or maybe a small hotel, two stories, but in an alpine style that blended into the surrounding mountain scenery. They were fifteen minutes from the nearest town, but it felt like they were in the middle of nowhere. 

"I went to summer camp near here when I was a kid," Jack said as they pulled in. 

"It must have been nice," Brenda absentmindedly answered, more interested in what she was seeing. There were a few parking spaces, and they parked, Brenda taking out a small travel bag. Dr. Cooper's instructions asked her to pack a few sexy things and that only piqued their curiosity. Jack's imagination ran wild, images of Dr. Cooper the stud fucking his wife while he watched from a corner chair fluttered through his mind.

They opened the front entrance and found themselves in a small reception area, a young attractive assistant, no older than 20 or so at the front desk. She looked up at them, "Hello, can I help you?"

"We're the Sullivan's," Jack answered. "We might be a little early."

"No, you're right on time. Have a seat."

They waited only a minute or two before an older man, maybe 55 or so came down the hallway and greeted them. He wasn't the heartthrob George Clooney that Jack imagined, he looked very normal, like he could have been Marlene's brother. He dressed decently enough not quite casual, a sport jacket over his button down shirt and blue jeans.

They followed him back down the hall where he opened large double oak doors, inviting them into to a large open area that must have taken up half the bottom floor of the building. Jack noticed a large conference table on one side near the stairs, a large wooden desk on the other side of the room. In the corner a gas fireplace sat unlit. In front of that, was place a large circular brown leather sofa set. They were invited to sit there until Dr. Cooper returned.

As they sat they looked around, admiring a library against another wall. They laughed nervously when they saw the Queen sized four poster bed, drapes and netting around it, neatly tucked away in another corner of the room.

Dr. Cooper brought in coffee and tea and put out for them on the coffee table and he poured them a couple of cups. 

"I see you have a bed in here?" Jack couldn't help himself.

"Well we do sex-therapy here, it helps to be comfortable," he said it nonchalantly. 

"Are we going to be using the bed?" Brenda asked, surprising and embarrassing Jack.

"Do you want to use the bed?" the doctor answered. They couldn't tell if he was being serious or not.

"I don't know," Brenda answered, laughing. Jack chuckled, more to support his wife who he suspected was just plain nervous.

Dr. Cooper sat down across from them.

"So how does this work?" Jack asked, all business.

"Okay, why don't I give you the spiel first, and then you can ask any questions. I primarily use talk therapy, although depending on the situation we may get more physically active. I'm going to ask you questions, some of them quite personal, but please remember you have nothing to hide from me. Go at your own pace, I'm not going to force you to discuss anything, but like I said, it helps me help you when you give me as much information as possible. I'm not trying to give you my solution, I'm trying to guide you to a solution.

Now, a lot of people have interesting views on what "good relationships" or "good sex" should be. As you may know, I specialize in alternative lifestyles, couples who don't necessarily want what most people would consider a normal or healthy relationship. I am here to provide guidance to couples so they do have a healthy relationship even if it is unusual. Some people see a sex therapist for physical issues, premature ejaculation, erectile dysfunction, that sort of thing, and sometimes I can help with that, but I'm more interested, or rather, I specialize in helping couples mentally normalize their sexual behavior of themselves and their spouses, and help guide couples to solutions. After all, you want to stay together and love each other and that is really my purpose to help you do that."

Jack dwelled on the phrase "mentally normalize sexual behavior". It seemed to hit the nail on the head for his problem. 

The doctor continued, "I try to help people who have had issues with abuse, or maybe have certain preconceived notions that society has unhelpfully, in my opinion, burdened them with. I'll give you a basic example. A wife has trouble with oral sex. Perhaps she was raised to think it's dirty or immoral. I try to help her with that."

"Do people have sex on that bed?" Brenda asked. 

Jack looked back at her disapprovingly at the interruption, wondering if she was listening at all.

"In standard therapy, full intercourse is forbidden."

Jack didn't understand why he felt somewhat disappointed in that answer, but he comically chirped in, "Sorry honey," and Brenda laughed, easing the tension. But he thought about that wording, "full intercourse". Jack sipped his coffee, wishing he put more sugar in it.

"Let me be clear, I said standard therapy," Dr. Cooper corrected, "I don't always practice standard therapy and your issues for coming here need to be seen in the context of which type of therapy and advice works best. So to answer your question, people have had sex on that bed." He was silent for a moment, letting that sink in. 

"Okay now," said the Dr. Cooper, "I have your files, the answers to your online survey. Why don't you tell me why you are here?"

It was deja vu, Brenda and Jack looking at each other. "Can I go first?" Jack asked his wife and she nodded. He'd thought about this moment, wondering if he could say the words. His heart pumped and his groin stirred. 

"Well, I've asked her to have sex with other people, but when the time comes I back out. Finally she ignored me when I asked her to back out and she did it anyway." He looked at them both, desperate for affirmation.

Doctor Cooper said, "Do you want to have this relationship with your wife or do you want to have her stop?"

"I don't really want her to stop."

"Well a cuckold relationship can be very intense. Often that's why the husband falls into it, by feeding of the anxiety that this relationship generates."

"Cuckold, that sounds so, I don't know, weak. It's more like I want her to swing."

"Do you want to be part of their relationship, participate in the sex act, a threesome?"

"I don't want to touch the guy, but with my wife, sure. I could watch too."

"Is this necessary? What if she went out on a date, spent the night with a boyfriend, would that be okay?"

"In my fantasy it's okay, but in reality I go crazy."

"Sorry if I seem repetitive. Let me ask a different way. How would you like me to help you? Do you want me to talk you out of your fantasy or do you want me to help you go through with it with less anxiety?"

Again Jack sat contemplating a life altering decision. "I guess in my heart I know I'll ask her to do it again, but I don't want to be driven crazy or drive her crazy."

"Is this what you want Brenda?" Dr. Cooper asked her.

"Yes. I mean, I'm comfortable doing it, but his reaction is causing us to have huge fights. He wants it until he doesn't want it."

They both launched into their respective stories, updating Dr. Cooper on the gist of their history. It was quicker this time than with Marlene, and a half hour later they'd gotten everything out onto the table. Jack and Brenda hoped Dr. Cooper could work some sort of magic.

"Tell me Jack, in your own words, tell me why you think you pull back after you give your wife permission."

"I get jealous I guess. My anxiety shoots through the roof."

"Can you describe your perfect fantasy scenario?" Dr. Cooper had poured them more coffee.

"Well," Jack was getting aroused again as he thought about it, "I suppose it would involve Brenda going out. In my dreams she has sex, really great sex. She comes home and tells me about it, let's me have sex with her as we discuss her adventure."

"Is there a humiliation element? Do you want 

Brenda or Mark to dominate you in some way?"

Jack had to think of the best way to answer. "No, I don't think so. I mean, I don't want them to disrespect me. But if I was forced to watch or something, that would be interesting."

Dr. Cooper put his file down and came over and sat by Brenda. "Brenda, I hope you don't mind if I take your hand?"

"No," Brenda looked at Jack and seemed almost bubbly as she said she didn't mind.

Dr. Cooper picked up her hand and cupped it between his palms. "Brenda, did you ever tell Jack what exactly happened on your business trip?"

She shook her head. Jack's ears perked up. In truth he had been dying to know, but their arguments made him give up that quest for information, thinking it a lost cause. This just made him madder at Brenda during their quarrels. It was a vicious cycle. Now Dr. Cooper was driving at something he was genuinely curious about.

"Why don't you tell him."

"Like, now?" Brenda asked, surprised. 

"No time like the present."

"Well, we had dinner that night. Afterward we had drinks. My hotel room was next to his. I invited him into my room." Brenda paused, looking at both of them. "That's it?" She didn't know what else to say.

"Okay, but I think Jack already knows all that," and Jack nodded, "I want you to describe that night with Mark in the room, start at the beginning. Tell your husband what happened, in detail. Be as vivid as possible." He still held her hand.

"Ohhh," suddenly she understood, "So, you want the sexy version?"

Jack nodded, and Dr. Cooper squeezed her hand, "Yes, the sexy version. Don't be afraid to put on a show, to touch yourself, but please don't touch your husband."

She looked at him with a surprised smile. "Okay, let me think. Well, I invited Mark to my room. I was a little drunk. I on purpose wore a shorter skirt, showing off my legs. At this point I'd already read Jack's texts and ignored his phone calls. I just didn't want to have to deal with him. I wanted Mark. I wanted him badly, but I wasn't sure I wanted to have actual sex" she stared at Jack, "When he walked through that door, the first think I did was put my arms around him and kiss him. The way he held me, he's so strong. But when my lips touched his, it's like I melted. It was the best feeling, to be wanted, to finally be able to kiss this man who'd essentially become my schoolgirl crush."

Jack was rock hard as he listened. He contemplated touching himself, but quickly nixed the idea as vulgar.

"We kissed, this passionate real kiss, and I just wanted to kiss him, but he starts walking me back to the bed and I already know what is going to happen but I still have this plan to just do everything but have sex. He reaches down between my legs and pulled up my skirt and rubbed me through my pantyhose. The feel of his fingers moving up and down between my legs drove me insane. I knew I had to have him.

I was already very wet and I knew it wouldn't take much. But he rubbed me and I couldn't help it. I remember I started to moan and I was breathing hard and I had my first mini orgasm. That's when I changed my mind. I wanted him Jack. I needed him. I was past the point of no return."

"Oh God," Jack whispered, "I'm so horny."

"Just listen to her story Jack," Dr. Cooper kindly instructed.

"Mark pushed me back down onto the bed and continued to kiss me, but he reached up and pulled down my nylons and panties. I had a long day, I knew I was sweaty and I was kind of afraid he'd freak out, but he just pulled down my nylons and suddenly I'm in my skirt, but I'm bare underneath, the cool air feeling nice on my exposed privates, and he rubs his fingers across my clit. Normally I don't like it that quickly, you know, but I was so wound up with anticipation, I didn't need much foreplay. That's when my mini-orgasm turned into a real orgasm."

"Oh Yeah, I forgot to tell you. I put my hand down his pants and I grabbed him. He's big Jack. I can tell he's bigger than I'm used to. That's when I told him. I told him I wanted him in me, and he spread my legs, my skirt pushed up around my waist. He unbuckled and unzipped his pants," she paused and looked at Dr. Cooper, "Can I, you know, touch myself now?"

"If it makes you comfortable." Her right hand slid down the front of her skirt, Dr. Cooper still holding her left hand."

"His penis," she paused, her eyes closed, picturing it, "his penis was big and thick. Not like a pornstar or something but still it was big compared to you," she looked at Jack who simply gulped, "He got on top of me and I'm still dressed except for underneath my skirt, and he pulls up my legs, spread eagle, and he slides it in. Honey, I never felt anything like it before. It was awesome. I was surprised how easy I could take it all, but I was very wet. Hmmm." She paused, closing her eyes. Jack's cock was steel but he still dare not touch it.

"It just filled me up, every part of me, it was like I was connected to Mark. He reached places I'd never expected to be reached. It's like my vagina, my pussy, it just bonded with him. It's like.."

"Wait," Jack interrupted. "Didn't you use a condom?"

Brenda grimaced and shook her head, "Sorry?"

"Oh Jesus Christ," Jack said, and he reached down to adjust his cock in his pants and he squirted, warm slippery fluid. "Oh Jeez, fuck, I can't believe I did that." 

"What?" Brenda asked.

"I just, I just came."

"In your pants?"

Dr. Cooper said, "This might be a good time to get ready for my next exercise. Jack, why don't you go to the bathroom over there and wash up a little bit. Fresh towels are laid out. Just throw it in the hamper when you are finished."

Jack wondered what the next exercise was as he slunk off to clean himself off. Finishing, he came back into the room and his wife was missing, Dr. Cooper sitting alone. "Come over here Jack. I've asked your wife to make some preparations for our next exercise, but I want to speak alone to you first."

"Okay," Jack said and took a seat again, reaching over to drink his coffee which was getting cold.

"How did you feel about that experience?"

"I mean, it was weird. I liked that I finally heard her story. I can't believe it really." 

"Well you should ask her to finish her story later when you are home. She wasn't even finished. Did you notice how I took her hand as she recounted her experience?"

"Of course."

"What did you think of that?"

"I, I don't know."

"Jealous?"

"No. It was just. I don't know. I didn't mind. You're supposed to help us, so I figured it was fine."

"Was it arousing?"

"A little bit."

"Are you willing to turn up the heat? My next scenario is a step up." Dr. Cooper looked inquisitively at Jack.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm going to touch your wife. Not skin to skin, but more intimately. Would you like that?"

Jack's cock stirred. "Sure."

"This time, I want you to get on the bed and take your pants off. You can pull out your penis, but don't touch it."

"I can't believe it, but I'm kind of getting hard again."

"That happens," Dr. Cooper said, "Especially because your first orgasm was so spontaneous, maybe a little unsatisfying."

It was as if Dr. Cooper read Jack's mind. "Should I, like, pull it out now?"

"Sure, on the bed over there."

"Okay."

"Now I want to emphasize, this exercise is not supposed to escalate too much. Frankly, I cannot get too intimate with my clients unless they have been tested recently for STD's. My clients have often been around the block," and he chuckled.

"Well I wasn't planning on it," Jack was taken aback at Dr. Cooper's bluntness.

"Well, many couples want it. I'll talk about it with your wife before you go, but if you get tested, we can explore even more. But for now, I just want you to watch, but do not masturbate. I don't want you to have an orgasm, at least, no masturbation or self-gratification. Understand?"




Therapy



"Sure," Jack wondered what on God's green earth was going to happen. And testing for diseases? He really wanted us to go further?

"I'm going to go upstairs and brief your wife for a few minutes. Why don't you get ready?"

Dr. Cooper went up the stairs and Jack hopped on the bed, his shoes and pants off and folded neatly on a chair. He looked down making his hardening cock dance, just for kicks. He wondered if it would be as stiff as it was before he shot off into his pants like Barney Fife. He lost track of the time looking around the room, and realized he'd been there for at least ten minutes before he heard footsteps. He leaned forward and was stunned at the sight coming down the stairs.

Brenda was dressed in lingerie she'd brought from home, a stockings and lace garter combination. Her garter clipped to the stockings. She was gorgeous. She sauntered to the bed, grinning, while Dr. Cooper followed behind her. Dr. Cooper wore latex gloves, but otherwise was dressed as before. 

Jack sat on the bedspread, leaning back. He knew this was going to be good, especially when he saw the gloves. "Okay Jack, I just want you to watch. Remember what I told both of you, just let me take the lead and relax."

Brenda leaned up against the bed, hands on it and feet spread like she was being arrested by Dr. Cooper. Dr. Cooper whispered in her ear and she bent over, her breasts jiggling. Brenda's pink panties hugged her thin waist, barely covering her crotch. He reached around her right hip and brushed his fingertips across her panty clad groin. She sighed and closed her eyes, her blond hair hanging straight as she opened her mouth and let out a pleasurable "Ahhh".

Dr. Cooper did little figure eights on her panty covered pussy as he reached around with his left hand and cupped one of Brenda's breasts. He was taller than Brenda by over a foot, and hunched over her as he manipulated her pussy. She bit her lip, her breathing quickened. "Oh my," she panted. 

"This is fantastic," Jack chimed in feeling he had to say something to show his appreciation.

They continued like this for a few minutes until Dr. Cooper asked her to hop up on the bed. He had her turn around on all fours, lingerie barely covering her ass and pussy as it faced Jack.

"Oh my God," he blurted. 

The doctor stood on the side of the bed and patted her ass before reaching around, rubbing her vulva through the thin cloth. Brenda whimpered, breathing hard. "Oh God, I'm going to cum if you keep this up." 

For Jack, butterflies fluttered in his stomach and his chest felt tight. He wanted to scream, to grab his wife, to conquer her. One part of his personality loathed this situation. It was the part of his personality that would get into a fight with his wife.

"Dr. Cooper, do you think I could?" she begged.

"Could you what?"

"I, I want to have sex with my husband."

Dr. Cooper was all business, "No, that's not going to happen right now. At home, fine. As a cuckold, he needs to get used to the loss of control. If he has sex with you, he could easily lose his will to continue. Of course you can and should have sex with him in real situations, but for right now I want Jack to sit there, feeling the anxiety, feeding off it."

Jack had to hand it to the doctor, and he actually laughed a little bit, "Oh this is driving me fucking CRAZY."

"Do you like this?" Brenda asked.

"Yes," he whispered.

"Please," she whispered, Dr. Cooper moving his fingers up and down in long broad strokes across her slit, his pace quickening. "Oh my God, I'm cumming, don't stop" she purred, and she let out a low continuous moan.

Dr. Cooper paused and pushed her panties to the side, sliding a finger into her. She backed into it, trying to treat it like a small cock. 

"Please fuck me! Please," she whined, "I'm cumming!" and she leaned forward, her face into the bedspread, and she screamed as he pressed in with two fingers up to the last knuckle, trying to massage her g-spot, not that it mattered much.

He slowed considerably and pulled out, Brenda panting and pushing the hair out of her face. 

"That was great," she almost whispered, happy and content.

"Do you want to have an orgasm Jack?" Dr. Cooper asked.

"Yes."

"You enjoyed another man pleasuring your wife."

Stunned at his bluntness, Jack answered, "Yes."

Dr. Cooper reached over and in three lightening quick strokes he grabbed Jack's penis, expertly gripping with his fingertips under the shaft, and Jack spurted a rope of cum up onto his shirt, almost reaching his face. "Oh my God!" Jack barely had time to process what had just occurred.

"Hmm, Dr. Cooper grinned, perfect aim. I'm getting good at that wouldn't you say?" as if he was bragging about a three point shot in basketball.

"Holy shit. What the fuck," Jack's initial inclination was to be revolted, but he had to laugh at the absurdity of it all. 

"You never had a guy give you a hand-job?" Dr. Cooper asked matter of factly.

"NO."

"Well you just did. Loss of control Jack, embrace it! Why don't you two get cleaned up and dressed and we'll wrap up today's session. Did you enjoy the humiliation of it?"

"What do you mean?" Jack wondered.

"Another man making you orgasm. You don't seem overtly gay to me, so surely you must have mixed feelings?"

"I came didn't I?"

Brenda looked at the both of them, transfixed.

Jack wanted to change the subject, but deep down maybe he did like it. "What do you do if a couple comes in with some sort of bondage fetish, beat them?"

Dr. Cooper perked up at the question, "It's all in the head, Jack. Think of a child afraid to catch something light and small, like a sock. I throw the sock at you, and now you realize it's just a sock."

Jack didn't exactly consider a 5 second hand job from a guy a sock, but he got the point. 

"But because you did bring it up," Dr. Cooper opened a drawer waved them over. Inside there were various leather straps and belts. "I do have toys for the basics, but I've got the really good stuff upstairs," and he laughed, slapping Jack on the back. "Next time, if you are interested, I can incorporate something more into your sexual experience."

"Expand the boundaries?" Jack said.

"You're a quick learner!"

"Wow," Brenda managed to say, Jack had almost forgotten about her. He looked at her groin and her pink fabric was soaked between her legs.

When they were cleaned up and dressed they met on the couch again, Dr. Cooper with their file in front of them. "What we've done today," he explained, "is something a little extreme, designed to expose you to a potentially anxiety inducing situation, push your boundaries out in a safe environment. I suspect much of your problems so far are fundamentally an issue of too far, too fast."

"Meaning?" Brenda asked.

"He asks you to have sex with men, you go straight to having sex, or wanting to have sex with them, at least in his eyes. He thinks he wants it, but he really doesn't."

"Huh?"

"I'd recommend you go slower. Okay, I'm going to give you two some homework that includes Mark if that is possible. Think you can handle it?"

"Sure," Brenda seemed giddy. Jack nodded, but inside wondered if that was a good idea.

**

The first date went well. Brenda was under instructions to only go out to dinner with Mark. Jack remained at home, anxious, but when she returned home after only a couple hours he attacked her in the bedroom as she described how she'd kissed him goodnight in the car as he dropped her off. Dr. Cooper had given Mark his number and asked him to call if it seemed he needed to be "talked off a ledge."

After the second date where Brenda had given Mark a hand job as he fingered her. Jack fucked her three times, and was convinced if she wasn't on birth control she'd be pregnant. 

Two weeks later Jack had their medical tests in an envelope. His heart beat fast as he handed the documentation over to Dr. Cooper, who reciprocated, showing them his latest test. Still, the doctor insisted on protection and Jack swooned as they had this conversation, the surreal experience effecting him greatly. Brenda didn't seem fazed at all. She seemed ready to get fucked one way or another. 

Dr. Cooper said, "Jack, I have some interesting toys you might like, why don't I show them to you?"

Jack wondered what rabbit hole loomed large in front of him as the doctor closed and locked the doors.

An hour later Jack stood on the bed his legs apart. His wrists were shackled above his head, via a device that was connected to a beam across the middle of the four poster bed. His wife was on all fours beneath him. Dr. Cooper's beefy cock slid back and forth inside Brenda's tight pussy as she moaned beneath him. Jack's cock stood straight out, electrode pads gently taped to his swollen member. The gentle current of the electric muscle simulator ebbed and flowed every fifteen seconds. Jack figured this quasi-torture was an off-label use of the device.

"Oh God," Brenda quivered under the spell of Dr. Cooper's hard condom covered dick, lathered with the highest quality lubrication. Her lips couldn't grip his shaft as it slid deep into her. 

Jack moaned in frustration as more of his fluid leaked from the tip of the penis onto his wife's back. It wasn't from an orgasm so much as from the thrill of the situation. Dr. Cooper had even offered him a butt plug, but Jack refused. Electric jolts to the penis, even if the buzz wasn't particularly strong, were enough. Still, he desperately wanted to come as he watched his wife shake in orgasmic bliss.

"Please," he begged again. Dr. Cooper had seemingly ignored him ever since he applied the pads to Jack's penis fifteen minutes earlier. He gripped Brenda's hips pulling her into him as he fucked her.

The stimulator beeped and the device automatically turned off.

"Does it excite you to see another man making love to your wife?"

"Yes, of course."

"Will you let Mark make love to your wife?"

"Yes," Jack whimpered, his legs weak.

Brenda moaned, "It's too much, you have to finish up."

Almost on command Dr. Cooper slammed his cock into her and he grunted, cum filling his latex reservoir. 

He pulled out and Brenda collapsed, exhausted. He went to work on Jack's penis, groping it as he pulled off the sticky pad. Jack though of when he put them on, how his cock grew as Dr. Cooper applied gel to aid the electric current. Now he winced as he pulled off the sticky pads. "Ouch ouch ouch ouch," Jack yelped. 

"You know, I remember your story Jack, how you found your girlfriend having sex, how you took your friend's condom and really did crazy things with it, smearing it on your girlfriend."

Jack gulped, wondering why he brought it up.

"Personally, I found the story amusing, in a dark humor kind of way. Some clients find cum play to be very arousing." Dr. Cooper started to remove his condom.

"Really?" Jack looked down nervously. His purple head swollen to maximum size.

"Absolutely," Dr. Cooper and he gently held up Jack's swollen cock and using the condom, squeezed his cum onto Jack's penis spreading it around with his firm grip.

Jack closed his eyes and came.

**

Two weeks later Jack sat at home looking at his checklist. He'd cleaned the apartment, finishing up the laundry and even cleaning the oven and the windows. The place never looked better. He'd done everything, his balls heavy and aching, but kept to the plan. 

By about 11 pm he was going nuts and desperately wanted to call her or relieve himself, he couldn't decide which. He called Dr. Cooper and they spoke for about fifteen minutes as he went through all the reasons to wait it out calmly. Dr. Cooper had mentioned something that stuck in his head afterward. "Every time you've tried to stop it you've regretted it. You didn't regret the office session. You didn't regret the dates. You probably won't regret this evening."

Jack to it to heart. Per the agreement, she was to be home by 1 am. It was 12:15 am when she strolled through the door, looking radiant.

"Did you?" He asked, knowing the answer as she smiled. Silently she walked over to him as he sat on the couch. He reached up under her skirt as he kissed her stomach. 

Her panties were missing.

"How do you feel?" She asked.

"I love it."



Therapy



Hey guys. It's been a while since I posted a story. About 2 or 3 years if I remember correctly. Long story short: I've changed. And not for the better. I've been going through a really rough time lately. My mom thinks it's a mild form of depression. I more or less stopped caring about everything. I flunked out of college second semester of my sophomore year, about a year and a half ago. I broke up with my long term girlfriend Liv after nearly 4 years of dating her, around the same time. I was an asshole to her towards the end, I admit it, and I still cringe over how I treated her. I then started dating my mom's best friend's daughter Meghan (who I've written about in other stories, check them out) a few months later, who I've always had a thing for. She knew damn well that I've always been into her, and I think she always knew I'd go chasing her if things went sour with Liv. We lasted about a year, then we mutually broke up, agreeing we'd be better off as just close friends. 

And last month (November 2015), I quit my job that I've been at since I was 17. They screwed me out of multiple paychecks and the last one was the final straw for me. I stopped talking to my best friend Nate about a year and a half ago and we haven't spoken since. And my aunt was diagnosed with stage 3 breast cancer last April, right around my birthday, which doesn't help. She's only 46 years old and still fighting it, and to be honest, it scares the living piss out of me seeing what the chemo and radiation poisoning has done to her. No one truly knows how much of a terrible and crippling thing cancer is until you know someone with it. I'm terrified for her and praying she'll be ok. My personality has also changed, which is what I think pushed everyone away. I've always been a naturally dry and sarcastic kid, but it's gotten worse. To the point where people have actually straight up told me to shut up because I sound like a snide, bitter dickhead. And I seem to be physically incapable of opening up to anyone. I keep it all bottled up until I just snap. 

I've also lost a ton of weight. People swear my eye color has changed too, from blue to a cold, harsh gray, symbolic of my personality lately. In short, my life is in complete turmoil as I type this. To be honest, I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me. I'm applying to different schools hoping to go into engineering next fall, what I've always kinda wanted to do. Anyway, let me fill you in on the background of this story. As I've said, my personality has darkened considerably. I've been in multiple fights with my parents, over money, grades, shit like that. The last one was so bad that my dad threw me out of the house and I was living in my car for 2 weeks. So my mom signed me up to see a psychologist, hoping to help me out. I didn't tell anyone that I was seeing a therapist. 

But somehow Liv found out and we got into an enormous fight over it, even though we weren't dating anymore. We both still had feelings for each other and eventually wound up getting back together (which is how I end this story). I still don't know how she found out, but I'm assuming she heard from my mom. My name is Matt and I'm a 21-year-old American by the way. There's no sex and minimal romance in this story. I'm only writing this to get it off my chest, so I apologize for anyone looking to read something erotic. It's definitely therapeutic for sure. As I actually said at one of my therapy sessions, "There comes a point where you have to just say fuck empathy and do it for yourself." The therapist said I should try venting, so here it goes. The following story is 100% true and word for word, and happened in the mid-December 2015, about a year and a half after I dumped Liv, and about 3 months since Meghan and I broke up. 

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I stepped out of the therapist's office, shaking my head. "What a load of shit," I muttered to myself. I honestly thought the entire idea of talking to a psychologist was a waste of time, not to mention exceedingly expensive, but I wasn't about to tell my mom that. The last thing I needed was another conflict. I got into my car and drove home, about 20 minutes away. I love my car, a silver 5 speed manual 2003 Saab 9-3. It's getting old and has well over 200,000 miles on it but it runs pretty much flawlessly. I plan on driving it into the ground. It's my first car and will always have a special place in my heart, given to me by my grandfather when I was 16. 

Anyway back to the story. I turned onto my street and my house came into view. Liv's car was parked on the street. My parents weren't home; they were away for the weekend in the neighboring state (I can't say where I'm from for privacy reasons). "Oh, no," I said out loud. I hope she hasn't found out I've been seeing a therapist, I thought to myself. Shit. I shut the car off and got out, walking up the driveway. I'd been together with Liv for nearly 4 years before I broke it off, but there were still things I didn't want her to know, this being one of them. And sure enough... 

"I understand there are things people don't need to know, Matt. I'd just prefer it if it wasn't something this major." Liv's voice greeted me as I walked in the door. There was a definite undertone of iciness in her voice. She came into view about 20 feet away, staring into my eyes with her arms folded across her chest. I can openly admit I still had major feelings for her at this point. She truly is a beautiful girl to look at, which didn't help. 

I wasn't even gonna bother playing dumb. "I have a right to some privacy, Liv," I said as I closed the door and took off my jacket. I looked up at her. "What are you doing here anyway?" 

"Confronting you," she retorted. Her facial expression and tone had virtually unchanged. This wasn't the warm, fuzzy, outgoing Liv I had fallen for 5 years ago. This was a frostier, distant version. "Why didn't you tell me about this therapy thing?" 

"We're not together anymore, Liv. Remember? I'm not obligated to tell my ex-girlfriend anything." I had somehow managed to keep my voice completely even and neutral in tone. 

"When were you planning on telling me? Huh?" She was trying to keep her voice even but I could hear it quavering, meaning she was close to tears. Oh boy. 

"I just told you. I wasn't," I said simply. I grabbed a chair and sat down. 

She had started crying. "What the fuck happened to you? The old Matt, the one I fell in love with?" 

I looked her dead in the eye and sighed, with absolutely no emotion on my face, and said quietly, "Shit happened to me, Liv. A lot of shit." 

That was too much for her. "No. No. You didn't. Tell me you didn't. TELL ME YOU FUCKING DIDN'T!" she screamed the last part, sobbing hysterically. She stood there with her hands over her mouth and nose so only her eyes were visible, staring at me. She stood there for another minute like that, just crying quietly now. I didn't say anything, at a loss for words. I hated seeing her like this. She finally said between sobs, "How could you go behind my back about something like this? I deserve to know about these things! Do you understand what you've done to me? Why-?" 

She had pushed me too far. I jumped up and literally kicked the chair over (remember what I said about internalizing absolutely every emotion until I just lose it? This is it), slammed my fists on the table, and yelled, "I DIDN'T FUCKING DO THIS FOR YOU! I DID IT FOR ME! OK? I KNEW YOU WOULD REACT LIKE THIS, AND TRY AND STOP ME. I THOUGHT YOU WOULD UNDERSTAND! YOU OF ALL GODDAMN PEOPLE, THE FUCKING LOVE OF MY LIFE! JESUS, GET A GRIP!" 

I stormed away and downstairs to my room in the basement, slamming the door. I could hear Liv sobbing and screaming hysterically upstairs, a horrible, ugly cry if ever I had heard it, Jesus. I already felt like an ass for yelling at her. I went over to the mirror on my dresser and stared long and hard into it. My cold gray eyes stared back. I was starting to think people were right about those; they really had changed to a colder and less welcoming color. What is wrong with me? Why do I keep fucking doing this to people? I thought. Tears had started running down my face too now. I stood there for a minute trying to fight it but eventually caved in and started sobbing. I turned away from the mirror and walked over to my bed, lying down on it and crying openly. I sat there for god knows how long, trying to calm down. I grabbed my guitar and tried playing a few songs but it was useless. 

I eventually decided to grow some fucking balls and go apologize to Liv. I walked upstairs slowly, trying to think of what to say while simultaneously prepping myself for another wave of fighting. I opened the basement door and stepped out into the hall. "Liv?" I said. No answer, but I could still hear her crying quietly. I walked down the hall into my living room and saw her sitting on the couch, still with Niagara Falls running down her face. She looked up at me and said, "What?" 

A wave of regret and pity rolled over me seeing her like that. I just stood there awkwardly, my hands in my pockets, and started, "Liv...I...I'm sorry I snapped at you like that. I, I really don't know what to say, or what's wrong with me." 

She stared at me coldly. "You could start by telling me why you never bothered fucking telling me you were seeing a therapist." 

"I didn't want you to worry. I knew you would freak out. I'm sorry. From the bottom of my heart. If I have one at all anymore." 

She got up and walked over to me, throwing her arms around me and pulling me into a bone-crushing hug. We stood there like that for what felt like an eternity, swaying left and right gently. I was holding her so tightly I could feel her ribs cracking. I just whispered simply, "I'm sorry." 

She looked up at me. Her pretty hazel eyes were bloodshot and red-rimmed. "Don't ever do that to me again. You really hurt me, Matt. You've gotta start talking to me. We were together for three and a half fucking years. I'm the goddamn love of your life, you said it yourself. You know I'm here for you. If you can't talk to me who can you talk to?" 

"I know. I really am sorry." I was trying not to cry again. 

"I need to lie down," she said, wiping her eyes. She had finally stopped crying at least. I supposed that was something. 

We went downstairs to my room. She lay down on my bed as I turned the lights off. I had completely lost track of the time and was surprised to learn it was 10 PM. I walked over to my bed and lay down too. Liv snuggled up to me, laying her head on my chest and wrapping her legs and arms around me. I threw the blankets over us and we just lay there in silence. I thought she had fallen asleep, until I felt a wet spot on my chest. I looked down and saw her crying silently again, her face buried in my shirt. 

"What's wrong?" I said, sitting up slightly. 

She shook her head. "Nothing. I'm just a mess right now, that's all." 

I reached across her and turned my bedside lamp on, grabbing a box of tissues for her. I kissed her forehead and ran my fingers through her blondish-brown hair with one hand, my other hand rubbing her back. "It's alright, love. Cry if you need to. I'm not going anywhere." 

She eventually stopped a few minutes later. She reached across me to put the tissues on my bedside table and kissed me on the lips. The first time in the year and a half since I dumped her. God, how I had missed kissing her. She pulled away about 3 seconds later and whispered, "Don't ever keep shit like that from me. I love you so much, you know that. I wanna help you." She lay her head down on my chest again and sighed. 

I tightened my grip around her and shifted my body a little, trying to get comfortable. "I love you too, baby. I'm sorry. Really, I am. I have a hard time talking about my feelings to anyone. Even you." Wow, I thought to myself. She really does care about me. 

We lay there in silence, just enjoying the physical sensation of cuddling tightly, until I asked, "Livvy? Baby? You awake? 

She opened her eyes and looked at me. "Yeah. Why?" 

"I've gotta open up to you. Right now. Ok? It's been eating me alive." This was the part I was dreading. But there was no way around it. 

Her head shot up. "Go on. I'm listening." 

"Please don't interrupt. Ok? I'm not gonna be able to start again if I stop." 

"I promise. Go." 

I was already choked up and trying not to cry. My eyes focused on the ceiling, and not looking anywhere near her, I started, "Liv...I...I've been an asshole to you lately. And I'm sorry. I treated you like shit, and you still came here to see me. Every day without you to talk to, hug, kiss, all that shit, has been awful. I was stupid. For dumping you, taking you for granted. And goddamn it, you're the love of my life and I can't live without you." I finally looked down at her with tears in my eyes. "I've wanted you back every day since. I love you so much, Liv. You were my world. And still are. I'm not asking you to come back to me. I just want you to understand." I finished and lay back, closing my eyes. 

I felt her sit up, reach over and turn the lamp on, and pull herself up to eye level with me. My eyes were still closed, but I could sense her leaning in. She stopped millimeters away from me, hesitating. Then I felt her lips being pressed to mine, and she held them there for about 5 seconds before pulling away. I opened my eyes and looked into hers. She simply said, "Thank you," before laying her head on my chest and closing her eyes. 

I didn't say anything in response, just pulled her in closer and closed my eyes. I must've fallen asleep because the next thing I remember is sunlight coming through my window. Liv was still asleep with her head on my upper chest, snoring gently. I carefully rolled her off me and stood up. 

I was walking to my bedroom door to open it and go upstairs when I heard my bed creak. I turned around to see Liv getting up and coming over to me. She crossed the room and threw her arms around me and buried her face in my chest, all without saying a word. I was surprised, but touched. 

I held her for a minute in silence, until she looked up at me and said, "That was brave of you what you said to me last night, Matt. You have no idea what it meant to me. The truth is, I still care deeply for you. I wouldn't be here if I didn't. I still love you more than just about anything on this planet. I swear." 

I looked down at her with a smile, one of the first sincere ones I'd had in a long time. "I want you back, Liv. Seriously." 

"Me too," she said, staring into my eyes. There was a pause, then she leaned in and violently kissed me. I kissed back, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her in. I finally broke the kiss and said, "God, I've missed you." 

She smiled and whispered, "It's mutual, love." 

* 

And that was that. I was officially back together with Liv and felt a lot better over the following days. I'd missed having her around more than I realized. I needed someone to confide in during these tough times, and now I have her. I'm still not 100% back to normal, and still seeing a therapist, but I'm well on my way. Again, I'm sorry for not posting a sex story, but I needed an outlet for my thoughts, and this is it. Flunking out of school, my aunt fighting cancer, money issues, everything. If it gets horrible ratings, fuck it. At least it's off my chest now. I'm working on another story about the time I spent New Year's Eve with Meghan (while we were dating) which is coming soon, and is going to be much more erotic, not to mention 100% true Thanks for reading.



Therapy



Over the years I've had back trouble that has bothered me to a lesser or greater degree. Don't ask -- Sven the younger broke his back as an idiot teenager - could have been worse I guess. If nothing else it makes me aware of what the weather is about to do, but it has caused me grief off and on ever since.

During one of the times when it was being more than a passing nuisance, I was willing to try anything, and a friend recommended a special lady and I gave her a call. So by accident I found a Reflexologist who was also a very talented Aromatherapist. It's not by any means an unusual combination, but to find a good one that will take you on cold is rare. Which is why for about ten years now I have been pampering myself, on an irregular basis.

Patricia -- she liked the full form of her name, but she won't read this anyway, so I'll call her Pat -- turned out to be a diminutive lady a couple of years younger than I was and a full foot shorter, at a little under five feet. Nevertheless, she had hands and arms that were stronger than anyone I've ever met. She wasn't a bully, but when we first met she made it quite plain that there would be no nonsense, either.

"Ok, deary I'll take you on. I'm sure I can do something to help. But let me say right from the start, this is straight! Forget anything you ever heard about sexy massages; you try anything and I'll break bits of you off and feed them to you!"

I had to laugh, even though I had absolutely no doubt in my mind that she meant it - totally. In any case, she was not a "sexy" type. Her outfit, when she was working, reminded me of the Communist Chinese uniform of the sixties and seventies: shapeless. Lord only knows what she was actually like underneath. In truth I didn't care; she was darn good at what she did, and we got on well.

One day I inadvertently paid her what she regarded as a very great compliment. As she finished, I was so completely relaxed I ended up in a deep sleep. I was her last patient of the day, so she let me sleep for about twenty minutes, then woke me with a very English cup of tea.

I was embarrassed, but she insisted my going to sleep was the ultimate compliment.

From then on, she always tried to book me into the last appointment, saying, "I'll see if you end up sleeping with me again."

It made us both laugh.

As time went by, our relationship became easier and cozier. We talked of our hopes and fears, our children -- anything and everything under the sun. We totally relaxed in each other's company. One day I told her that her husband must be the luckiest man in the country--he must keep her very busy; I certainly would have done. She would have been giving me a massage every night.

Pat became a little quieter at that.

"Sven..." she said, "He can't bear me touching him like that; in fact, we sleep in separate beds now." And then, in a rare moment of complete candour, she added, "That side of our marriage died a long time ago; he's more interested in going out with the lads and drinking these days."

Now Pat is no oil painting to be sure, but she still has her looks, and those hands are so talented. I told her so, and that her other half must be mad to ignore her that way. She just shook her head sadly, so I dropped the subject.

o-0-o

Some time earlier I was introduced to Shiatsu massage in the Far East. We had of course discussed it. When I told her that they always preferred their customers naked, she laughed. She told me she had one gentleman who, like me, had been coming to her for a long time. Instead of leaving his shorts on, he took them off I asked if she felt awkward or threatened by this. She laughed again.

"Good heavens, no! For a start, he's not in the slightest bit interested in women; also, when I'm working down at the hospital I see plenty of folks naked and they are usually more embarrassed about the whole thing than I am."

We moved onto another subject and it was forgotten -- until last night, that is.

When I arrived, I slipped my shoes and socks off as usual and got up on her padded table.

I had managed the day before to slip, fall and jar my tailbone and not only was it was uncomfortable, but it had woken up my old back injury. So I was rather more circumspect than normal. Pat noted this as we talked before she started the session. As was normal she started with my feet, found the problem, and then concentrated on it.

We chatted lightly but in a rather more desultory fashion than was typical. She seemed distracted. She finished with my feet and I got down and stripped to my shorts as I always did. Pat looked at me.

"I think I'll have you naked tonight, Sven. I want to work at the very base of your back, and they'll only get in the way."

I shrugged my shoulder and said okay.

This being the first time this had happened, and me not quite sure of things, I waited for her to either turn her back or produce a towel, or even go out of her treatment room. But she didn't. So, after a slight pause, I simply took my shorts off.

She didn't bat an eyelid, but patted the top of the table and said, "Face down for the moment," and that was that.

One of the nice things about Aromatherapy is that it's a fairly holistic treatment, so the massage is all over and extensive. This was no exception.

Then she started working on the base of my spine.

I started out by multiplying large numbers together in my head in an effort to distract me from what she was doing; in the end, I gave up and went with the flow. Her oiled fingers were working their way round my butt and down the crease towards my anus. She moved to the top of my legs and moved them apart to give herself more room. I gave up and just enjoyed the sensations; after all, she had told me that she had "seen it all before." If she hadn't, it was certainly all on view to her now.

When her fingers brushed my scrotum, my penis twitched and tried to grow bigger, which was physically impossible. It was already bigger than I felt it had been in recent times.

"Ok, Sven, over on your back so I can finish you off..."

Oh, God! The symbolism of those words was not lost on me.

I chuckled, half to myself and half out loud, and said, "Pat I'm sorry," as my hard, red, almost glowing erection came into view.

Pat said nothing -- didn't even look at my face. She just took a little extra oil on her fingers, reached out, and stroked my penis, almost absentmindedly.

Then, as if she had overcome her own thoughts or her difficulties, she grasped me firmly. A scant few strokes later, I was arching my back as her talented hands took me so far over the brink it hurt. I groaned as my fluids splashed her hands and my legs and stomach.

Still silent, she got some tissues and cleaned me off, and then she said, so quietly I almost didn't hear, "What a waste..."

Then, the episode finished, without further comment or embarrassement she moved to the front of my face, neck and shoulders and finished off her massage, except that, almost as an afterthought, she again massaged my penis and scrotum.

She half smiled as she looked at me and then said, "I had a little oil left; it'd be a pity to waste it."

Notwithstanding the intensity of my orgasm of a few minutes before, I came back to full hardness almost instantly. She gave my penis a last polish, then leaned forward and kissed the very tip. Then she he moved slowly down to stand with her back to me at the end of the massage table, seemingly lost in her thoughts.

I sat up and scooted down the table, so that my feet were off the edge, resting on the stool that she used when she worked on my feet. She looked at me in the mirror on the back of the door in front of us, sadness in her expression. Then she moved her head and neck a little, as if they were stiff, so I put my hands on her shoulders and used my thumbs gently on the tight muscles. She closed her eyes and leaned back against me so I could continue.

"Sven, don't stop..." she said quietly.

"Mix me a little oil?" I asked.

So she did, while I waited, sitting on the edge, and then she came back and stood again in front of me - her back to me. I put a small amount on my fingers and gently rubbed her neck at the back and sides. I moved my hands forward and down and undid her tunic as far as I could reach. Pat finished the job and shrugged it off her shoulders. She had no bra on and her beautifully formed small firm breasts stood proud, her nipples erect, their dark areolas reflected in the glass. I caressed them with my oil - lubricated hands and nibbled her ear at the same time. She shuddered at my touch and then, with a sigh of pleasure, shook rather more as she came from my touch.

"Oh, God! I've waited so long for that..."

She was half-sitting and half-slumped onto her little stool as I held her against my legs, my penis hot against ner neck. I moved her gently forward and she stood up so that I could get down past her. I stepped round and then moving down gently pulled her trouser bottoms and knickers off so she could step out of them. Then I helped her step up so that she was sitting on the end of her own massage couch. She leaned back on her hands as I sat on the stool between her legs. I kissed my way up her left leg to her wet slit.

She moaned and held the back of my head, pushing my face against her, soaking me in her juices as I ate her out, tasting her sweet nectar. She spread her legs wide so that she was opened up fully and I was able to push my tongue deep inside her. She tasted wonderful, and that sweet taste and smell, the most wonderful aphrodisiac in the world, made me harder than ever.

Pat started to shake then cried out again as she came quite violently a second time. Then she tried to push me away as it all became too much. I pulled her off the table onto me and, as she dropped into my lap, she slipped down on top of me in the same quick movement, her eyes now wide with a look of shock on her face as I penetrated her.

She put her arms around my neck and held me tight as we came to rest, her head now on its side on my shoulder. Her breathing came in short bursts as we sat there, my hardness embedded deep inside her. Then, with her feet just on the floor to either side, she moved up slightly on me and then dropped down again, gripping me with her pelvic muscles as she did so. The sensation was incredible as we picked up a rhythm, our bodies slapping together. She began to keen quietly as we rose to that final plateau and our orgasms broke over us. We were both quite overwhelmed and clung onto each other for support, her head resting on my shoulder. Slowly, oh so slowly, we came back, and it was then that I felt the tears on my shoulder.

"Sven... that's the first time I've ever cheated on the bastard, even though I know he has on me."

I said nothing as the quiet sobs abated. She raised her head off my shoulder and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. Then she kissed me on the end of my nose and looked thoughtful.

"I think it's over a year, maybe nearly two years, since he and I made love..."

I brushed the hair back from her eyes. She moved back from me a little further and I slipped out of her, our combined juices puddling onto my thighs. She looked down and scooped up some and licked it off her finger. Then she scooped up some more and offered it to me; I licked it off as we giggled like teenagers. Then she got right off and went and got some tissues to clean herself off, before returning to me to do the same.

As I slowly got dressed, she went back to her desk, put on her glasses, and completed her record card for her session with me.

As I got out my wallet to pay her, she said quietly, "No... that was good therapy for us both."

Looking at her diary, she asked, "Same time next Thursday?"

She stood up to usher me out. I looked at her, stark naked, a minor trail of escaping juices still trickling down her thighs. I pointed her out to herself in the mirror and suggested that maybe I should let myself out. Still naked, Pat giggled and agreed.

©Sven the Elder October '98 and February '02



Therapy



This story is a combined sequel. It is a combination and continuation of "Want Ad" and "Palmistry". This story should work okay as a stand alone story, but the two previous stories will give you some background. In "Palmistry", we learn who Bob is, why he's in therapy, his attitude toward therapy, and experience some of his pranks. "Want Ad" will give you background on the club and how Zorro came to be. Both these stories can be found by searching this site under the author name "Harold".

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"And how does that make you feel, Bob?"

"It used to make me angry, Ann, but now I just ignore it."

"Bob, it would be better if you addressed me as Dr. Culver. Therapy is more effective if you take it seriously. A casual approach isn't good for either of us."

"That's fine by me. Henceforth you may call me Mr. Canfield."

"If you wish, but I've found using first names puts a patient more at ease." "I'm not a patient, I'm a customer. I'll go along with whichever you prefer, formal or informal, but not both. You choose and I'll do whatever you do. If you'd rather, you can call me Mr. Baxter."

"Mr. Baxter? Why? That's not your name."

"Do you know that for certain?" I was at the therapist's. It was not going well. Dr. Ann Culver would not have been my choice as a therapist, but since she was the only one on my insurance company's list, she had been chosen for me. Nevertheless, I would persevere. After the way the insurance company had jerked us around when Meg was sick, I would be content if all I accomplished was to cost them a bunch of money.

"Your insurance company referred you as Mr. Canfield. If you're not Mr. Canfield, we have a problem."

"I'm the person the insurance company knows as Mr. Canfield. You seem to have some problem calling me Mr. Canfield, so I thought maybe you'd like Mr. Baxter better."

"Bob...Mr. Canfield, I think we'll make more progress if we return to the issue at hand."

"I agree, Ann...Dr. Culver."

"Alright. Let's see if we can summarize where we are. Your wife, Meg, died about a year and a half ago. You haven't been able to establish a successful relationship with another woman. You need to achieve closure with respect to Meg and you also have some issues with women you need to confront. This probably relates to issues of self esteem. You haven't managed to deal successfully with the grieving process."

"I'm also not dealing successfully with the buzz word process. Otherwise, you're fairly accurate on the basic premise, but you've made some assumptions and drawn some conclusions that are off base. I think you should hold off on those until you've gathered more data. I would also take issue with your self esteem comment. My self esteem is doing just fine."

"I think you're confusing self esteem with ego."

"I'd say there's a very fine line between the two, if any. Regardless, both my ego and my self esteem are quite healthy."

"Rather than debate that, let's move on. Do you blame your wife for having abandoned you?"

"I do feel abandoned. I'm not sure I blame anyone. She had cancer, she died. It wasn't anyone's fault. I suppose I could blame her--or the doctors or God or the blue meanies. It won't bring her back."

"It's hard to tell from your response whether you've got your feelings of loss under control or you just aren't ready to deal with them yet. I'm sure we'll clarify that as we go on. Let's talk about your relationships since then."

"Well, first there was Jane..."

"She was the one who was Meg's friend."

"Right. It became obvious pretty quickly that we couldn't build the type of thing either of us was looking for. We're still friends and we talk once in a while, but with Meg out of the picture, we don't have much common interest. Then there was Helen..."

"She was the palm reader?"

"Right. But that was purely recreational for both of us. We're friends and talk fairly often. Rebecca was more of a contest than a relationship."

"What do you mean by that?"

I told Ann...Dr. Culver...about my encounters with Rebecca. The first time in her office, when I'd surprised her by giving her a spanking instead of having sex with her, the second time when I'd invited her to my house and then frightened her away with the help of Sharon, my housekeeper, and then described my final encounter in detail. Dr. Ann (I would continue to call her Dr. Culver as long as she called me Mr. Canfield, but I thought of her as Dr. Ann) seemed taken aback by my description of these events, especially the dessert metaphor.

"So you turned sex with Rebecca into a sort of symbolic cannibalism."

"Yeah, I'd go along with that viewpoint."

"And how did it make you feel?"

"It was one of the more memorable evenings of my life. It affected me in ways that I still don't understand."

"I find it a rather disturbing metaphor. It suggests you view women as a commodity to be consumed."

"You're a Catholic, aren't you?"

"I used to be. Why?"

"Then you've engaged in your share of symbolic cannibalism. Did you consider Jesus a consumable commodity?"

"It's not the same thing."

"I agree. I was with a real flesh and blood person. No transubstantiation necessary. Do you really want to debate which is more disturbing?"

"Let's move on."

"Right. Karen was the one I was really trying to build something with. I just couldn't seem to make it work. I don't know whether it was too soon, whether I just wasn't ready yet, or what. After my final encounter with Rebecca, Karen and I slowly drifted apart and soon it was obvious to both of us that we weren't going to make it. This is the one that troubles me. With the others I wasn't really trying. I was just getting laid. But with Karen, I tried and failed. I really liked her and as an added extra bonus, she really liked being tied up."

"And you liked tying her up? Let's talk about that."

"Fine. I love talking about that. Most of them were reluctant to be tied up, especially Sharon..."

"Sharon? You mean your housekeeper?"

"Yes, but I'll get to her in a minute. The point I was trying to make is that for me it's quite a turn on to tie up a woman who's reluctant. You take her someplace she hasn't been before and require her to surrender herself completely to you. It's a wonderful gift that she gives you. But with Karen, there was no reluctance. She loved to be bound. She loved the feeling of helplessness. Sometimes I'd do things to make her reluctant. On one occasion I took her out in public with her hands tied behind her. Other times I'd let her know I was going to spank her after she was bound. It created such a delightful discord. She would want to be bound, but be apprehensive about what came after. The anticipation as I would tie her wrists behind her was just too delicious for words."

"Whose anticipation? Hers or yours?"

"Both."

"I see. And what about Sharon?"

"She's gone now, too. She used to clean the house on Saturday. When she finished, I would tie her hands behind her and we would inspect the house. If I found fault with her work, I would spank her. Then, either way, take her to bed. Sunday morning, I would untie her, fix her breakfast and send her home."

"You kept her bound all night?"

"Usually."

"And what happened to her?"

"She met someone. I think she got tired of waiting for me."

"Waiting for you to what?"

"Marry her."

"Perhaps she wanted a more conventional relationship," Dr. Ann suggested.

"Perhaps, but I doubt it. I wouldn't be surprised to learn she still has rope marks on her wrists some mornings, but it doesn't matter. It's none of my business now."

"Sounds like wistful thinking."

"Perhaps. As I said, it doesn't matter."

"So you've tied up and spanked every one of these women except Helen," Dr. Ann said. It sounded like an accusation.

"Wrong. Jane was the only one I didn't spank, but she did get tied up."

"I see. And was Helen reluctant?"

"Less so than average."

"Oh?"

"I called her up and invited her to my house. She came right over."

"And did she know what you had planned for her?"

"Definitely. I told her that if she came over I would tie her up and spank her, then fuck her brains out. As I said, she showed up promptly."

"So you think all women would like to be tied up and spanked?"  

"I think a minority of women really enjoy the idea of being tied up and spanked. However, I think the majority of women can be tied up and spanked by the right person under the right circumstances and would enjoy it in that limited context."

"That's what you think?" Dr. Ann asked.

"Yes. What about yourself? How would you feel about a little bondage and a nice sound spanking?"

"Let's leave me out of this."

"Okay," was what I said, but the thought that ran through my head was: "Wrong answer, doc. You're next." It wasn't what she said so much as the way she said it. There was just a hint of alarm in her voice and she leaned away from me as she said it. The predator in me took note.

This was my second session with Dr. Ann. The pattern was already clear. These sessions would be a struggle for control between Ann and myself. Having been in small business all my life, this kind of petty crap usually pissed me off. It was such a waste when there were things that needed doing and never enough people or resources to do them. But this was different. For some reason, I enjoyed it. Maybe therapy would help me answer that one.

"Let's make something clear. If we're going to effectively deal with these sorts of feelings, you're going to have to ignore the fact that I'm a woman."

"Fine. Let's make something else clear. When you say 'deal with' these sorts of feelings, I suspect you mean eradicate or cure. I'm not interested in being cured. That's not why I'm here. I like myself the way I am. I'm used to it, comfortable. Tying up women turns me on. I don't want to change that."

"So why are you here?"

"I'm here to solve a specific problem. I don't want to be cured of anything. I have a very limited set of objectives. I want to get over Meg in order to make room in my life for someone new. That's not to say I want to forget Meg; I couldn't, ever. It's just that she's not here and I am. I need some help adjusting to that state of affairs."

"But you've got to deal with these feelings you have toward women. You can't establish a healthy relationship while you feel this need to control and punish women."

"Why not? It worked fine with Meg."

"You mean...?"

"I'm sorry. I thought I'd brought that out. I had such a relationship with Meg. We were very happy for twenty plus years. Raised two kids, built a business. The whole bondage thing was purely sexual. It wasn't allowed to affect real life. We solved our real problems through discussion, understanding, and love like reasonable people. She was only ever tied up in the context of sex. I felt like I'd failed if she didn't enjoy the experience."

The timer went off. "Well, Bob, it looks like our time is up for today. We'll continue with this next time."

"Alright, Ann. See you then." I could tell from her expression that she was annoyed with herself for forgetting and calling me Bob. She was also annoyed with me for rubbing it in.

Although the session had given me a couple of things to think about, I suspected Ann had even more to think about. I had a feeling she didn't have very many customers who insisted on full participation in the process. Most of them probably thought they were getting something out of their weekly dose of jargon.

A couple of days later I got a call from Helen. "Hi, Bob. Helen. What are you doing Tuesday night?"

"Nothing until now. What are we doing?"

"You're taking me out. There's something you just have to see," Helen announced cheerily.

"Are you going to tell me what?"

"No, but you'll love it. Trust me."

"Trust you, huh."

"Yes, really. Pick me up about 8:00. It doesn't start until 10:00, but we'll need to be there early to get in."

Tuesday I picked Helen up at her house. She directed me to a bar called the Silver Slipper. I'd been there. Ted, the owner, was an occasional customer. I'd visited him the first time he'd called us, as I did with all new customers. It had been early in the afternoon and he wasn't open yet. He'd served me a beer and we'd talked for a bit. I'd liked the guy and we'd gotten on well, although I hadn't seen him since.

"Helen, the sign says ladies night. You're taking me to see a male stripper. Now that I think of it, I'm probably not going to see a male stripper, since most places don't let guys in on ladies night."

"Bob, trust me."

We went around to the back and in through the delivery entrance. Ted was inside.

"Hi, Helen," Ted greeted her, "This the guy?...Hey, I know you, you're the guy from the delivery company...Bob, that's it. Bob."

"Good memory." It had been a couple of years.

"It helps in my line of work."

"Where do you want us?" asked Helen.

"I'm going to put you back in the booth with Brad, the sound guy. You'll be out of sight there, but the view is pretty good. I've had to be more careful lately about letting guys in."

We bought a couple of drinks and went back and met Brad. His booth was built up against the rear wall, higher than the stage so that his lights would have a clear shot over the audience. I still didn't know what was going on or why I was here. It was close to 9:00 and Brad started to get busy. We left him alone so he could work.

At 9:00, the music started and Brad put a spot on the stage. There was a guy there who started dancing slowly and shedding clothes. He was actually pretty good, but there was sort of a dark tone to his performance that I didn't quite understand, although it was artfully created. I enjoyed his performance, but my interest was purely cerebral.

"Helen, you did bring me to see a male stripper. What's the deal?"

"Just wait. Trust me."

"Fortunately for you, I don't have anything else to do at the moment."

The guy finished his routine about 9:30. The waitress who took care of Brad brought us some more drinks. I was still perplexed.

"Helen, are we ready to go? The guy was good, but I'm hopelessly heterosexual. Not anything I can help, you understand. Just born that way."

Helen was immune to my sarcasm. "Bob, I said trust me. By 10:15, I won't be able to drag you out of here."

I shut up. The truth was, I did trust Helen. She wasn't above fucking with my head, but I could tell there was something more to this than was apparent at the moment. I sat and drank my drink. Brad was aware of my confusion and just grinned. There was definitely something going on. Helen grinned.

I looked around. The place was full to the brim with women. A couple of them appeared to be wearing collars. Intriguing. They were all yakking at high speed and the din was incredible.

At 10:00 the lights went out and a thunderclap issued from the speakers. The din ceased so suddenly and completely I felt like I'd lost my breath. A spot appeared on the stage. Standing in the spot was a guy in a tight black outfit with boots, cape, and mask. Zorro? Not quite. No sword or Zorro hat, although he did carry a quirt. I thought this guy must be a hell of a dancer to get those boots off gracefully.

As the music picked up tempo, the guy strode around the stage, dangling a pair of handcuffs from one finger and looking the crowd over. Then he leapt from the stage. He turned a somersault in midair and landed among the audience. He strolled about, pausing often at one table or another. He seemed to be inspecting women. A couple of times, he had one stand up, positioned her just so, then circled her, examining. Then he would move on. This went on for ten minutes or more, but neither I nor anyone else was bored.

Finally, he came to a decision. He returned to the second woman who had received a standing inspection. He asked her name. She had trouble getting it out, but finally managed to gasp, "Linda." He pulled her to her feet, then drew her arms behind her and locked handcuffs on her wrists. This was followed by a leather collar around her neck. He snapped a leash on the collar and led her toward the stage. I sat there dumbfounded.

Zorro (the guy wasn't Zorro, but I needed to call him something and Zorro would do) positioned Linda at the front of the stage in the spotlight. He corrected her posture, then danced around a bit. He unbuttoned her blouse. After a bit more dancing around, he unlocked her handcuffs, then slid her blouse off her shoulders. Now, wearing only bra and collar above the waist, he led her to the pole in the center of the stage. He pulled her arms overhead and locked her wrists in a pair of manacles that were fastened to the pole.

Zorro danced about a bit more, leaving Linda standing chained to the pole and looking somewhat dazed. He seized an ankle and tossed one of her shoes aside, then removed her other one. He unhooked her skirt and slid it down her legs and off. After each article of clothing was removed, he would dance about, occasionally prodding Linda with his quirt to make her squirm, emphasizing her increasing exposure.

Linda was now standing chained to the pole in bra, panties, and stockings. He fastened a chain to each ankle. Zorro danced up to her again and unhooked her bra, exposing her breasts to the crowd. Linda squirmed some more. Then Zorro pulled out a knife and slashed her bra straps, casting the garment aside. He danced away again. Linda blushed furiously. Then he was back. He slashed her panties, pulling them from her. Linda stood nude except for her stockings. Zorro danced away again, leaving Linda on display. Linda blushed even more and struggled with her chains in a vain attempt to cover herself. She had no chance of doing so and I think she knew it. It seemed to be a reflex action. Even though it was utterly useless, she seemed unable to refrain from struggling. She tried to cross her legs, but the chains on her ankles prevented it. Zorro danced about the stage, leaving Linda to cope with her predicament. He might as well have taken a nap. No one was watching him.

After a while, Zorro returned and removed her chains. In a way, I was glad it was over. I had been sitting on my hands. If I touched my crotch, I would explode, and it was all I could do to keep from doing so. I was glad we were in the dark. Even so, my discomfort didn't go unnoticed. Brad looked over and grinned. Helen grinned.

It wasn't over. Zorro was chaining Linda to the pole again, this time facing it with her back to the audience. He chained her ankles as well. He began spanking her. I shoved my hands harder under my butt. Linda yelped and struggled. I moaned. Helen elbowed me in the ribs. "Shhh!"

Zorro took Linda down and wrapped her in a big fluffy robe. He scooped her up in his arms, carried her to the front of the stage, and bowed. The crowd went nuts. I thought they'd been noisy before. I jerked my hands out from under my butt and clapped them over my ears. Brad grinned. Helen was shrieking with the rest of them.

Zorro carried Linda back to her seat, kissed her hand, and did something to her collar that I couldn't see. I thought he was removing it, but when he took his hands away, it remained and something shiny dangled from the ring.

Linda sat for a few minutes in a daze, then collected her clothes (one of the waitresses had left them in a small basket next to her chair) and headed for the ladies room. Most of the crowd went with her.

As soon as they thinned out, I slipped off inconspicuously to the men's room. Despite sitting on my hands, I had been unable to contain myself. I cleaned up and returned to Helen. She burst into laughter at the sheepish look on my face.

I couldn't believe what I had just seen. "Helen, I...Helen, that was...it was..."

Helen giggled. I don't think she'd ever seen me at a loss for words before.




Therapy



I tried to figure out just what it was I'd seen. I assumed it was fake, that Linda was part of the act, but I'd bet any amount of money that blush had been real.

"Helen, that was all part of the show wasn't it? Linda, I mean. She was Zorro's partner or assistant or whatever."

"No. She was just one of the customers. Nobody knows who he's going to pick."

"You mean he just roams around and randomly picks some woman and does all that to her?" I asked incredulously.

"That's it exactly."

"Oh, man. You mean he just picks any woman? And she goes with him?"

"You saw it."

I was going to have to sit on my hands again. I think I was in a bigger daze than Linda had been.

"But Helen, why would she...why would they...I mean, they all went crazy...the place is jammed...he stripped her in public...anyone could be...I don't get it."

Helen laughed again.

Linda returned to her table. She was fully dressed, but still wore the collar. This time I got a better look. There was a small padlock locked to the ring.

"Helen, she still has the collar on."

"It's customary. She'll wear it home. You'll see girls who come to the club in a collar. If she has a padlock on it, it means she's a previous 'victim'. It's quite a status symbol."

I pointed to a girl at a nearby table. "You mean that girl over there has been..."

"Yes. That lock on her collar means she was selected on one occasion or another."

"Really? Her? I'm sorry I missed that. Helen, you realize that you have zero chance of making it home unmolested."

"I'm off tomorrow. Do your worst."

"This must be some kind of payback for the tricks I played on Karen and Rebecca."

"You can look at it that way if you want."

"We're leaving now." I wrapped my hand around Helen's wrist and dragged her toward the door. As soon as I got Helen outside, I tied her hands behind her and made her ride home that way. When I got her home, I tied her down, spanked her, fucked her. She was obviously as aroused as I was by what we'd seen. Unfortunately, I felt like my performance was somewhat less than she would have hoped for. As turned on as I had been by Zorro's show, it had also left me rather drained. Besides being low on energy, I lacked the flair Zorro had exhibited. I could learn a thing or two from that guy.

In the morning, I took Helen back to her house on my way to work.

That evening, I gave Helen a call. "Damn it, Helen. I can't decide whether to thank you or curse you. I've been a total space cadet all day. I might as well have stayed home from work. On the other hand, I wouldn't have missed it for the world. Where did you hear about that?"

"One of my students took me one night. I immediately thought of you, so I made friends with Ted and arranged to get you in."

"I owe you one. That was the most amazing thing I've ever seen."

"I could tell you were quite affected."

"But so were you. That's what I don't understand. I know why I liked it, but what do women see in it?"

"I'm not sure I can explain, but I'll try. You're sitting there and that guy starts roaming the room. The idea that he might choose you just turns your mind to mush. You noticed how quiet it is when he's making the rounds. Every woman in the room is a total zombie. And if he stops at your table, you go into panic overload. Your heart starts pounding so hard you're sure it's going to explode, your mouth gets dry, your hands are shaking, you hardly know your own name. It's truly incredible. I don't know of any drugs that'll give you a rush like that. You saw how dazed Linda was through the whole thing. The rest of us weren't much better off."

"So that explains the pandemonium when it's over. The sudden release of all that pent up tension."

"Exactly. It reminds me of an early Beatles concert. He gets you all worked up, then you just scream and yell and let it all go. It's ever so much fun."

"Do they provide earplugs?"

I was fascinated by Helen's comments. I knew from personal experience that women could have that sort of effect on men, but I'd never truly realized that women could be similarly affected, especially en masse. It was an amazing psychological phenomenon. Someone should study it. I knew just the person.

"So, Mr. Canfield, where were we when we quit last time?"

It was my weekly meeting with Dr. Ann. It was apparently very important to her to be addressed as Dr. Culver, since she was being careful to behave in such a way as to produce that result. I wondered if she was capable of appreciating my little behavior modification experiment.

"Well, Dr. Culver, we were discussing the fact that I was able to have a reasonably normal relationship with Meg, my deceased wife, despite the fact that I regularly tied her up and spanked her."

"I still don't see how you can have a truly equal relationship on such a basis."

"That's because you're only looking at one aspect of the relationship. The fact that I was dominant sexually did not automatically make me dominant in any other domain. We both had our areas of dominance and expertise. Something as complicated as a marriage, especially with children and a business involved, requires a lot of love and cooperation. The fact that she got tied up and spanked didn't make her less than a full partner. Nothing took place, and that includes sexual activities, in which she wasn't an equal and willing participant. I should also point out that sexual dominance of that type carries with it the responsibility to see the your partner's pleasure. I took that responsibility seriously."

"I think I see what you mean, but it still doesn't seem right. I don't see how someone could surrender herself like that."

"Hey, don't knock it if you haven't tried it."

"Mr. Canfield, I thought I made it clear that this discussion was not to involve me personally."

"Back off, doc. The remark was rhetorical, not personal. I find it disturbing that you chose to take it personally. If you keep that up, we're going to get confused about which of us is the therapist."

"Yes, you're right. I apologize. Please continue."

I changed the subject. It was easy to do with Dr. Ann. She tended to be intuitive rather than logical. Jumping from one topic to another came natural to her. This gave me a major advantage. I could change the subject whenever I chose and she'd go along, but if I wanted to stay on a subject, I would pursue it relentlessly and she would, perforce, follow along. The result was that I was in charge of the agenda for our discussions.

There was one other thing that was interesting. My remark had been rhetorical, but it was far from random. I was probing for a reaction and had gotten one. She'd nearly had a fit when I'd suggested, even tangentially, that she try it. I'd backed her down easily enough, but her reaction had left a monster blip on my radar.

I kept the rest of the session focused on matters of no consequence. I told her some stuff about my childhood and early dating experiences, but stayed away from anything to do with bondage.

That evening I gave Helen a call. "Hi, Helen. It's Bob."

"So it is. What's up?"

"How would you like to go in for therapy?"       "Are you nuts? I'm a better counselor than 90% of the therapists out there."

"I know that. That's why you're perfect for this job."

"I see. You need my help with one of your little jokes."

"Quick on the uptake, as always."

"So what are you up to?"

"You have this personal problem that you need some help in resolving..."

I explained what I had in mind to Helen. She thought it was hilarious and agreed to help. I told her I'd pay the tab if her insurance didn't cover it.

"One other thing," I told her. "She knows I've been involved with someone named Helen. It might be a good idea to go by your middle name."

"Helen is my middle name, Bob."

"And your first name?"

"Blanche."

"I see. Well, perhaps Blanche should seek Dr. Ann's assistance."

About ten days later, Helen called me.

"Well, I had my first meeting with Dr. Ann."

"What did you think?"

"She's nice enough. Well intentioned, takes her work seriously. Wants to do good. One odd little thing. After she called me Blanche, I called her Ann. She didn't object. We're on a first name basis."

"Odd. Well, I'm kind of pushy with her. I'm probably not her favorite client."

"I think it's more than that. I think men in general frighten her. She keeps her distance."

"Interesting. I knew you'd see things that went over my head. So how did she react to your little problem?"

"She seemed both fascinated and horrified. I told her I'd always had fantasies of being dominated sexually and lately I'd become fascinated with thoughts of being spanked. She listened quite intently. She also mentioned in passing that she had another patient with similar issues."

"She mentioned me?"

"No. She wouldn't even reveal the gender of her other patient, but then late in the session she mentioned it was interesting to hear about these issues from a woman's perspective, thereby revealing your gender. She's ethical, but doesn't always connect all the dots."

"Anything else of interest?"

"Not really. This was just an introductory encounter. She did seem somewhat vehement in her assurances that we would expunge these embarrassing and degrading desires from my psyche."

"Not exactly a live and let live approach, huh."

"Far from it. I think we've definitely rung the bell that makes her salivate."

"Good work, Dr. Pavlov. Now for a bit of rat running."

"Not immediately. It will take me a couple of sessions to bring her to that point, but we'll get there. She's not hard to read."

"Mr. Canfield, I've been thinking about your case, and I really feel we need to address these problems you have with women if we're going to make any progress."

It was my weekly session with Dr. Ann. She was showing more initiative than usual, wanting to impose her own goals on my therapy. Apparently, my introduction of 'Blanche' into her stable of clients had backfired. She was determined not only to cure Blanche of her problem, she was going to cure me of Blanche's problem.

"Dr. Culver, with all due respect, I think I've made it clear that I don't consider my 'problem' with women to be a problem, and that I have no interest in being 'cured' of these tendencies."

"I'm aware of the limited goals you've set for yourself, but I think a more systemic approach is called for. I don't see how you can reach these limited goals without addressing your overall attitudes toward women."

"Okay. I can see the validity of that approach," I lied. "Give it a shot." I didn't really think she had any chance of having a real impact on what were some of my more deep seated feelings, but I was amused by the irony of humoring her delusions of adequacy.

"Wonderful. Why don't you tell me about how these feelings came about."

"I don't know where they came from."

"Well, then why don't you tell me about when you first became aware of them."

Dr. Ann had suddenly launched herself into the analysis of feelings that had previously been taboo, and done so with enthusiasm. It made me wonder. Was she really interested in curing me of my problem, or had she been provided with an excuse for a clinical exploration of feelings that had always frightened her? I couldn't tell. Maybe Helen would have some thoughts.

I let Dr. Ann lead me around through my past for the rest of the session, searching for clues to the seeds of my perversion, as she now clearly thought of it. I went along for the ride and mostly answered her questions honestly, simply because there was no reason to do otherwise. On a couple of occasions, I fabricated answers to provide her with things she clearly wanted to hear. She was delighted and told me what wonderful progress we were making. Perhaps Dr. Ann's newfound dedication to my salvation was a blessing in disguise. Dr. Ann was happily pretending to be gainfully employed, we were costing the insurance company a bunch of money, and I was amusing myself by admiring her legs, imagining how nice they would look with a few feet of rope wrapped tightly around her ankles. A good time was had by all.

A couple of days later, I talked to Helen again. I told her of Dr. Ann's crusade to cure me and she told me Blanche's problem was being pursued with equal zeal. Dr. Ann had been informed that Blanche had always had these feelings, but that they had been inflamed recently when she had visited a bar that featured a male stripper.

"Dr. Ann says I'm making wonderful progress," Helen informed me.

"That's great news. And after only two sessions. I am likewise making wonderful progress now that we're focusing in on what Dr. Ann has decided is the real problem."

"We should celebrate."

"We will, but not until Dr. Ann joins the party. How soon?"

"She's nosing around the bait now. She's a bit confused about how seeing a male stripper causes me to want to be spanked. I told her he has that affect on everyone. She got this weird look on her face and changed the subject."

"Do you think you scared her off?"

"No, but she was clearly disturbed by the idea. I'll give her a week to stew, then set the hook."

"Anything I can do in the meantime?"

Helen considered a moment. "No...Yes, there is. Encourage her. My job will be easier if she thinks she's being successful in treating you. If she feels she's having a real impact on your problem, she's more likely to take on the bigger one I'm going to present her with."

"Got it. I'm certain I see the error of my ways."

At my next meeting with Dr. Ann, I told her I'd done some thinking about our conversations, and I wanted to explore more conventional relationships. Dr. Ann just glowed. She enthused about how much more satisfying I would find a truly equal relationship. While she jabbered on, I looked around for the barf bags. Not seeing any, I turned my attention to her legs again. It was good that I found them so distracting. She was making me angry. The implication of her comments was to disparage my relationship with Meg. Despite our bedroom games, Meg and I had had an equal relationship and Meg was nobody's patsy. She didn't let anyone push her around. I was surprised that Dr. Ann was so insensitive in this regard, but as Helen had pointed out, she just didn't connect all the dots.

That evening I called Helen. "Okay, Helen. Your turn."

"How did it go?"

"I told her I was convinced and wanted to seek out a normal relationship."

"She bought it?"

"She could hardly control herself. She just beamed. I thought I was going to get radiation burns. Late in the session, she slipped up and addressed me as Bob. I let her get away with it."

"The fact that she did it means she's letting her guard down. This should be pretty easy."

"Go for it."

Two days later, Helen called me at work. She had just left Dr. Ann's.

"Done," she announced.

"She went for it?"

"Hook, line, and sinker. The rat is in the maze."

"So tell me what happened."

"I told her how much she had helped me, how I was beginning to come to terms with my lack of self esteem and that I deserved something better than abuse..."

"Radiation burns?"

"Third degree. Then I zinged her. I told her I'd been out with the girls, and we'd been to ladies night again. The feelings had come back stronger than ever. When I'd gotten home, I'd called my boyfriend and tried to get him to spank me."

"That's a bit heavy handed. She fell for that?"

"Of course she fell for that. I was offering her a chance to rescue me. Dr. Ann does not look a gift horse in the mouth."

"So then what?"

"She said I should stay away from ladies night. I told her it wasn't that easy. Everybody went there, and besides, it had the same effect on everybody. A couple of weeks ago, Debbie had talked her husband into giving her a spanking and he'd liked it so much he spanks her all the time now."

"I can't believe even she didn't see through all this."

"Trust me, Bob. I know what I'm doing. Now she gets to rescue everybody. I told her I didn't understand why this was happening and suggested she come to ladies night with me. Someone with her training could figure it out. When I left, she was busily girding herself to enter the lion's den."

"Oh, Helen, you have no idea how badly I want to go along on this one."

"I can imagine, but as you yourself pointed out, it won't work."

"I know that. I can't be at the table with her, and barring that, there's not much point. But that doesn't keep me from wanting it. Call me when you get home. I don't care if it's three in the morning. I probably won't sleep anyway."

"Okay, okay, you'll hear from me."

Tuesday night, I tried to relax, but couldn't. I paced around the house, sat by the phone, paced some more. It occurred to me that I was letting myself get very worked up over this. This was almost as bad as the night Helen had taken me to the club. I wondered why. Part of it, of course, was the fact that I didn't have much else to do. Other than my business, there wasn't a lot going on in my life. Perhaps this was my feeble attempt to get a life. I knew it was more than that. I was having a great time conspiring with Helen. She had been right when she pointed out that we weren't meant to be lovers, but she made a great friend, and since neither of us had anything else going on at the moment, a little recreational sex was nice also. But it wasn't just Helen. I knew what it was. I had spent entirely too much time staring at Dr. Ann's legs, and she had cast her spell on me. I really didn't think we were compatible, but it didn't matter. I wanted her--badly. All my crap about finding the right person, having a real relationship, replacing what I had had with Meg...What I really wanted was to wind some rope around Dr. Ann's slender limbs, spank her til she screamed, and fuck her til I died. Thank you, Dr. Ann, for putting me in touch with my true feelings.

These thoughts did not interrupt my pacing. I'd tried to read, watch TV, any number of things. My concentration was zilch. It was midnight. Zorro would have finished over an hour ago. What was happening? Maybe something went wrong. Maybe I should have gone. Maybe...

The phone rang. "Hello," I nearly shouted.

"Bob, calm down."

"How'd it go?"

"It went fine."

"So tell me about it."

"You really are in a state. Sit down and relax, I can hear you pacing."

"Sorry. Go ahead."

"Okay. We got there a little before nine and took a small table about in the middle. At nine, Gary, he's the first guy--you saw him--started his act. Dr. Ann kept up a running commentary of psychological goonbabble through the whole thing. Repression, projection, sublimation, a whole litany of crap. She was feeling smug and superior. After Gary finished, like you, she asked me what the big deal was. I told her the next one was the big deal. By the time Zorro started..."

"By the way, what's Zorro's really called?"

"Nobody knows. He doesn't use a stage name and nobody knows who he is. Everybody calls him Zorro for the same reason you did."

"Really."

"Anyway, by the time it was time for Zorro to start, Dr. Ann had a couple of drinks in her and was more relaxed. She perked up when the lights went out and it got quiet, then jumped when the thunderbolt happened and Zorro appeared. She started up her commentary again, going on about the mask and the outfit, but backed off a bit when he pulled out the handcuffs. When he leapt off the stage, she shut up in mid-sentence and I didn't hear another peep out of her the whole time. He did his usual tour of the room. He didn't stop at our table, but he paused at the table behind us. He tilted a girl's face up and looked into her eyes, then moved on. Dr. Ann just gaped. He really is a commanding presence, what with the mask and the cape and the way his voice rumbles over the PA. Like everyone else, she couldn't take her eyes off him. The woman he finally chose was at the next table. It couldn't have been better. It happened three feet from her. The woman he chose was named Susan. He made Susan stand and locked her hands behind her, then put her collar on her, leashed her, and led her away. I swear Dr. Ann's eyes were going to pop out of her head."




Therapy



"Anyway, Zorro did his usual routine with Susan chained her up, stripped her. Then when he spanked her, I thought Dr. Ann was going to faint. The color drained from her face and she started gasping. I couldn't decide if it was an orgasm or a stroke, although I think an orgasm would have put color into her face rather than taking it out. After that she just sat there and twitched occasionally. I actually was sort of worried about her."

"Repression will do that to you."

"Don't you start with that crap. After he took his bow, the usual pandemonium erupted. I was screaming with the rest of them, but Dr. Ann just sat and stared. Anyway, Zorro carried Susan back to her chair. He knelt down on one knee and put her shoes back on her. It was very elegant and sexy the way he did it. Then he kissed her hand and was gone. This all happened right under Dr. Ann's nose. It was perfect."

"So then what?"

"The lights came back up, and Susan went off to get dressed. Dr. Ann finally came out of her coma and said, 'we have to leave' so we left. When we got to the car, she said, 'that was very disturbing...very disturbing' and didn't say anything else until we got to her house."

"You think she was put off by it?"

"Yes and no. I'll guarantee she was as moist as the rest of us. That's part of what disturbed her. When we got to her house, we sat out front and talked for a bit. She wanted to know why I hadn't told her the real nature of the stripper act. I told her it was customary not to."

"Huh?"

"It's true, Bob. It's considered very bad form to tell anyone what's coming. The first time you see it is so amazing, you'd be pissed if someone had spoiled it for you. Even if you've seen it a bunch of times, it still has quite an impact, but the first time is special. One of the fun things is to bring unsuspecting friends and enjoy their reaction. It's sort of like reliving the first time."

"So bringing their friends is what keeps women coming back?"

"That's not the only thing. It's worth seeing more than once on its own merits. Wouldn't you like to see it again?"

"Absolutely."

"Then, of course, there's the chance that you'll be chosen. Once you know what's coming, it sets your heart pounding if he comes anywhere near you. Many women go back for that."

"I see what you mean."

"Anyway, Dr. Ann seemed to accept the reasoning. I told her that now she knew why everyone wanted to be spanked. She just groaned and said this would set feminism back a hundred years. I told her it wouldn't. It's erotic to have a strong man take charge of you like that. It's sexy, it's fun, and it doesn't diminish you as a person. Who wants to be on top and in charge all the time? It's nice once in a while to be made to feel fragile and feminine. She just groaned again."

"Then what."

"I walked her to her door. I wasn't completely sure she would find it on her own. She invited me in, but I declined. I had a feeling she might want some privacy and for that matter I wanted some myself. I drove home."

"So what's your overall assessment?"

"She put it quite succinctly. She was very disturbed. There's only one way you can be affected by Zorro's performance. The problem is how she'll react to being affected like that."

"What do you think she'll do?"

"I don't know. She'll be embarrassed by her reaction. She won't admit that she liked it, that it turned her on. She'll have quite a dilemma. I suspect Dr. Ann will go through the whole catalog of defense mechanisms: denial, repression, sublimation, etc. But she's smart enough to recognize what she's doing. She still won't give in. I predict she'll settle on intellectualization. She can pretend she's being detached and professional, thereby avoid dealing with her true feelings. Besides, she already does plenty of that. It works for her."

"Do you think she'll go for the next one?"

"I think so, but I'm not sure. You'll see her before I do. Your appointment's tomorrow."

"I guess we'll know more then. I do want to thank you, Helen. There was no doing this without you."

"And thank you. I'm having a ball. I've always wanted to work out on one of these over- educated dingbats. I really am enjoying myself. Call me after your appointment."

"Talk to you then."

After I hung up, I thought some more about what Helen had said. I wanted to prepare myself for my appointment tomorrow, but finally had to admit there was no way. I was going to have to play it by ear.

"Good morning, Mr. Canfield. Where did we leave off last time?"

Dr. Ann was formal and distant. I tried to draw her out, but got nowhere. The whole hour was a total waste. To top it off, she'd worn a pant suit and I was denied my usual pastime. She'd crawled into her shell and wouldn't come out to play. Maybe Helen would have better luck on Friday.

I called Helen that evening and told her about my session with Dr. Ann. She wasn't surprised.

"I didn't expect she'd open up to a man after last night. I'll see if I can put a few cracks in her shell on Friday. You couldn't let on that you knew, but she'll have to discuss it with me; there's no other possible topic. Besides, she'll have a couple extra days to calm down."

"Keep me posted."

I was on tenterhooks waiting for Helen's call Friday evening. I really did need to get a life.

Friday afternoon Helen called and suggested we go out for a drink. I told her we might as well make it dinner. I picked her up after work. We discussed her session with Dr. Ann as we ate.

"Did you get her to talk?" I asked.

"I certainly did. She was ready and I pulled a complete role reversal. Today, I was the therapist. I'm better at it than she is, you know."

"I know, but she's the one with the piece of paper."

"Disgusting, isn't it."

"Truly," I agreed.

"I told her she was going to have to face her feelings. I was right about her. She is frightened of men. Actually, she's not frightened of men, she's frightened by how men make her feel. She's scared of her own feelings, but transferred that fear to a fear of men in general and it's a big problem for her. Being a psychologist allows her to intellectualize everything and keep both men and her feelings at a distance. Needless to say, Zorro was a major overload for her circuits."

"Sounds like she's shorted out."

"No question. Shields penetrated. I told her exactly what she was doing--used all the clinical terminology, rubbed her nose in it."

"How did she take it?"

"She had to admit I was right. I laid it all out for her and she was cornered. I told her she had to face up to her feelings. She had to go back to that club. That was the only way to deal with it."

"You're so evil."

"I know. It's such fun. I think I'll send her a bill for today's session."

"You think she'll go?"

"Yes, I think so. She was worried about if she got chosen. I asked so what if she did? Someone with her education should be able to deal with it. That was hitting her where she lives. She's got a lot of identity invested in that Ph.D. Even so, she turned sort of green, so I pointed out there were probably more than two hundred women there. Her chances were less than a half percent. That calmed her down. She understands math."

"Sounds like it's time for the meeting with Ted."

"Set it up as soon as you can. I'll try to have her there the Tuesday after next."

We talked about other things. I enjoyed my evening with Helen. She was fun. We were very different, but often arrived at the same conclusions, although by different routes. We had dessert and an after dinner drink and I drove her home.

When we got to her house, she invited me in. She was still feeling the effects of her Tuesday evening with Zorro. I went in.

Early Saturday afternoon, I dropped by the club and had a chat with Ted. I told him what was up and he set up a meeting for me with Zorro. He told me the guy's real name was Dave, but I was not under any circumstances to reveal that information. Their agreement was that Dave was in charge of choosing the women and I would have to convince him. I wasn't pleased with having to jump through this extra hoop. I had assumed that since Ted was the owner, he would simply instruct Dave as to his wishes. It didn't work that way. I would talk to Dave on Tuesday. I decided to take Helen with me.

Dave didn't like our idea.

"Look, I appreciate that you came to see me," he said, "but there's no way. You have no idea how many people come to me, wanting me to choose a best friend on her birthday or a girlfriend or ex-wife. If it got out that the show was rigged in advance, not only would they stop coming, they'd scratch my eyes out and rip my face off. The whole reason it works is because it really can be any one of them. I don't even know who I'll choose until I get out there and start looking around."

"Your point is well taken, and I understand the problem, but let me see if we can make a case for an exception. The person we have in mind is a PhD. in psychology. She's been here once already to study your act. She'll be back next Tuesday. She feels you represent a major threat to feminism and to her own self esteem. Her goal is to negate the effect you have on the women in your audience."

"This is a joke, isn't it."

"They're serious," Ted chimed in. He had been hovering in the background.

"Can she really do that?"

"I don't know. How bad do you want to find out?"

"Even if I chose her, wouldn't that have the opposite effect?"

"No. I think it would put her in touch with her true feelings. The whole point of her campaign is to allow her to continue suppressing her real feelings and to justify doing so."

"Sounds like weird behavior for a psychologist."

"Unfortunately, it's typical. Way too many of them put themselves in the position of the pot calling the kettle black."

"So who is she?"

"Her name is Dr. Ann Culver. She was here last week with Helen."

"I remember you," Dave said to Helen. "You were at the table next to Susan. Was she the woman who was with you?"

"That was her."

"Yes, I recall. Nice legs. She struck me as a bit goosy; that was why I didn't approach her table."

"You're right about that."

"That's a problem."

"How so?"

"My selections aren't entirely random. I'm looking for the right type of person. A woman who's too eager would blow the mood I'm trying to set. I want someone who's reluctant but willing, but with the emphasis on reluctant. That actually covers the majority, but she has to be in that range. The worst case is one who's terrified of the whole thing. I give each woman a bail out phrase as I lead her to the stage. If she uses the phrase, it's over. There's no way I'll keep a woman chained to that pole against her will. But if I screw up and choose a woman who uses the phrase after I've got her up there, then the evening is a total disaster, and that's my problem with your Dr. Culver. She didn't strike me as someone who would go the whole course."

"Yeah, I see what you mean," I said.

"Don't worry," said Helen. "I'll make sure it's a point of pride with her to deal with whatever happens. A real woman wouldn't cut and run. She would deal with it."

"How will you do that without letting her know she'll be chosen?"

"Trust me, Dave."

"Trust her," I told Dave.

"Yeah, trust her," said Ted.

"Alright, I'll do it, but I'd rather choose you."

Helen paled a bit. Dave and I both laughed.

The next morning was my weekly session with Dr. Ann. She was nearly back to normal. I continued trying to convince her of the wonderful progress I was making. As we talked, she absent mindedly slipped one of her shoes off. I took this as an indication that she was even more relaxed than I had thought.

"She takes her shoes off all the time."

"Really?" I was having my evening conversation with Helen.

"Yeah, both of them."

"This is the first time she's done anything like that when I was there."

"About half way through my first session she had her shoes off. It was one of her little habits that I noticed. It goes along with the formality she insists on with you. I think she finds you intimidating. Combine the formality and the shoes thing, and I'd say she's very uptight around you."  

"Well, she always struck me as being pretty uptight. I assumed she was always like that."

"Not around me."

"Interesting. Well, Friday's your day. You've got to convince her to go with you on Tuesday."

"Bob, trust me."

"Okay, okay, I trust you."

Friday evening I took Helen to dinner again.

"Done deal. She's going with me Tuesday."

"You think she'll cope?"

"I'd almost guarantee it," Helen asserted.

"How'd you do it?"

"I asked her how she could pretend to help me with my problem when the same problem turned her into a quivering mass of jelly."

"Brutal."

"Necessary. She has no concept of what it's really like to be a woman. She'd like it if she'd try it. She's way overdue for shock treatment."

"How did she react?"

"She admitted I'm right. She's making wonderful progress." We both burst out laughing.

"She knows I'm right," Helen continued. "She's determined to beat this thing. She has to save herself in order to be able to save everybody else. I think she's ready."

I was in the sound booth with Brad. He seemed surprised to see me, but didn't comment. It was a few minutes before nine and he was setting up for Gary's act.

I watched as Helen entered with Dr. Ann. They sat at a table in the center. A waitress brought them their drinks just as Gary was starting. Helen ordered more drinks as soon as Gary finished. Dr. Ann gulped hers down and ordered another. I hoped she wasn't going to overdo it. It was busy, and her third drink didn't come until nearly ten.

The lights went out, the noise stopped, the thunderbolt issued from the speakers, and there was Zorro, standing in the spotlight. He strode back and forth across the stage, dangling the handcuffs like before. Then he leapt into the crowd.

Zorro started at the far side and wandered all the way across the room, just looking. He didn't stop. On the way back, he started making contact. He stopped at a table, took a girl's head in his hands, and looked into her eyes. He did it again at another table. At a table in the back, he made a woman stand and examined her rather thoroughly, even lifting the hem of her skirt with his quirt to get a better look at her legs. He moved on. At another table, he looked another woman in the eye, and moved on. Then he was at Helen and Dr. Ann's table. He placed his quirt under Helen's chin, tilting her face toward his. He took her chin between his thumb and forefinger, moving her head to either side, brushing her hair aside with his other hand.

"Oh, Jesus, he's going to do Helen," I thought. I looked at Dr. Ann. She sat frozen.

Zorro continued his examination of Helen. Then he turned to Dr. Ann.

"Stand up," he told her.

Dr. Ann stood.

"Clasp you hands behind your head."

Slowly, Dr. Ann complied.

"Stand straight. Feet together."

Dr. Ann stiffened. Zorro lifted the hem of her dress to mid thigh. Dr. Ann remained rigid. He stepped close and looked deep into her eyes. She leaned away.

"Don't move," he commanded. He placed his quirt in the middle of her back and moved her back into position. He circled her, then looked into her eyes again. This time she didn't move. Then he was gone. Dr. Ann remained in place. Helen said something to her and she sat down.

Zorro did two more standing inspections and stopped at several other tables just to make contact. He didn't give anyone else quite as thorough an examination as he had Dr. Ann. I was pretty sure he was testing her to see if she'd make it all the way through. Apparently she passed. He was standing in front of Dr. Ann.

"I choose you, wench. Tell me your name."

"Doc...Ann, I'm Ann."

"Doctor, is it?" he said as he took her hand and pulled her to her feet. "Well, Dr. Ann, as soon as we get you prepared, I'll escort you to the examination room. Please place your hands behind you."

Dr. Ann didn't move.

"Do it now, Dr. Ann," his voice thundered over the PA.

Dr. Ann slowly placed one hand behind her, then the other. Zorro locked the cuffs on her wrists. Dr. Ann shuddered and tugged at the cuffs. They held fast. Zorro took her by the shoulders and turned her to face him. He produced a collar from within his cape. Dr. Ann's eyes were locked on the collar as he opened it and held it to her throat.

"Tilt your head back, Dr." Dr. Ann complied and Zorro buckled the collar around her neck. He snapped a leash on the collar.

"Follow me, Dr. Ann" He set off toward the stage. Dr. Ann stumbled along behind, pulled by the leash.

Zorro positioned Dr. Ann at the front of the stage. She was required to stand perfectly straight and look straight ahead. He was unimpressed with her first attempt at posture.

"I said straight, Dr.," as he smacked her on the butt with his quirt. Dr. Ann yelped and stood even straighter. Zorro circled her, inspecting. Dr. Ann remained rigid, something she was good at.

"Time to take your temperature, Dr. Open your mouth." Dr. Ann did as she was told. Zorro inserted a gloved finger into her mouth. Dr. Ann's eyes widened at the symbolic act of penetration.

Zorro withdrew his finger and began unbuttoning her blouse. Dr. Ann jerked at her cuffs.

"Hold still," Zorro commanded and she subsided. He finished with the buttons and stepped away. Her blouse fell open and Zorro pushed the two halves to the side, revealing her bra. He danced around, then returned and lifted her skirt with his quirt. Dr. Ann shuddered again, but didn't otherwise move. Zorro unlocked her handcuffs and made her stand with her hands at her sides. He took first one hand and then the other and unbuttoned the cuffs of her blouse. Then, stepping behind her, he pulled her blouse off her shoulders and down her arms. Dr. Ann started to raise her hands, apparently to cover herself, but Zorro blocked them with his quirt.

"I'll tell you when you can raise your arms." He turned Dr. Ann away from the crowd, led her to the pole, and backed her up against it. "Now raise your arms." Dr. Ann raised her arms about level with her ears. Zorro pulled one arm up straight and locked a manacle on her wrist, then did the same with the other. Dr. Ann stood against the pole with her arms chained overhead. Zorro danced away, leaving Dr. Ann to assess her new condition. She tugged briefly at each manacle, testing them, then stood frozen in place. Zorro returned. He knelt and wrapped his hand around Dr. Ann's ankle, then removed her shoe and tossed it aside. He took her other shoe. Without her heels for elevation, Dr. Ann's body was pulled taut by the manacles. Once again, she remained frozen in place. Zorro was dancing about the stage. When he returned, he unbuttoned her skirt and let if fall. With his quirt, he directed Dr. Ann to move her feet as he pulled the skirt away. After another trip around the stage, Zorro locked a chain on each of Dr. Ann's ankles so that they were now held about six inches apart. Then he reached behind her and unhooked her bra. Zorro pulled out his knife and held it up at eye level. Dr. Ann still stood frozen, but her eyes tracked the knife as it was passed back and forth in front of her. She shrank against the pole. Then he sliced her bra straps and let it fall away. Zorro danced away again and Dr. Ann stood with her breasts exposed to the crowd. She started to squirm. Zorro gave her a few minutes to get used to her exposure, then returned and cut her panties away. Dr. Ann moaned, closed her eyes, and turned her head away. Zorro cupped her chin in his hand and turned her head back to face him.

"Look at me, Dr. I'm looking at you. Look at me." Dr. Ann opened her eyes and whimpered. "You're beautiful, Dr. You have no cause to be embarrassed." Zorro stepped away and Dr. Ann cast her eyes down, but didn't move her head.




Therapy



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Thickfinger

I knew that I had to have her the moment I spotted her across the open sun dappled meadow. The noise of the tires from my car crunching over the gravel had me praying silently that it would not send her fleeing. I pulled the car to the roadside, closed the door quietly and crouched behind the fender. Without drawing her attention, my mind assessed the possibilities of getting closer. The complete lack of cover left a stealthy approach out of the question. There was nothing left for me to do but rely on sheer speed to close the distance between us. When I arrived at the point where I had seen her sleek figure frolicking among the wildflowers, she had vanished. The only proof that she ever existed anywhere outside of my mind was a small wicker basket and a rumpled blanket. 

Driven by something that could not be readily identified, only a trail of footprints were all that I had to guide me in my search for her. Could it be the biological imperative? That didn’t feel right to me as I considered it further and followed the meager evidence of her passing. Unable to shake the feeling that I somehow knew who she was; it was unclear to me as to whether we had ever even met. 

Passing into the forest, I scanned for any sign of movement but found nothing amiss. My senses focused on the narrow path before me. Not wanting to frighten my quarry and drive her ever deeper into the wooded hills, I proceeded as quietly as possible. Coming to a small stream, the bits of earth and scraped moss marking each stone made me certain that this was where she had crossed. Peering further along the trail on the far bank, I noticed something out of place where the terrain began a gentle ascent. 

Leaping across the churning water and landing short, my now soaked, freezing feet were of no concern to me. All that mattered was the chase! My steps were louder than I would have liked, thudding across the bare ground to what I had seen from the stream’s now distant edge. Hopelessly entangled in a thorn bush were the remnants of her tattered black dress.

I snatched it from the greedy limbs of the branches, the fabric slick and warm against my rough fingers. It was possible to inhale her perfume still clinging to it as I buried my nose into its folds. The complex fragrance of sweat and musk further fueled my desire to gain the upper hand and find my nimble wood nymph.

Turning to follow what had seemed like a flash of movement near the crest of the hill, I cast the now useless garment aside. Was that a shapely thigh in a shimmering black stocking or was my imagination playing a trick on me? Uncertain, I moved on carefully and watched for the slightest sign of her.

It was easy to see far into the distance where the trail split in two from the apex of the small hill. My frequent forays into this part of the woods on fall afternoons would now serve me well because I knew as to where each path led. To the right, the trail became a marshy quagmire where it passed too near the lakeshore. The left side curled lazily along the hillside before winding through rocky bluffs that enveloped the still waters from above. I moved stealthily, examining them both for any telltale signs of disturbance.

Advancing quietly, it was obvious to me where her foot had slipped. As she had attempted to slow her descent, the leaves had been turned wet side up marking the event. A freshly broken twig not far down the track leading to the left showed its bright inner bark, a perfect sign of her choice. ‘Could this be too obvious?’ I asked myself. Attempting to restore order to the whirling doubts in my mind, all I could do was to stand panting at the juncture of the wooded tracks.

A wrong decision on my part here would, without a doubt, afford her the necessary time to escape. Checking further down the right trail for any signs of disturbance or possible deception had me certain as to what course she had taken. I recalled an intersecting game trail used only by the craftiest of beasts and turning on my heels, pelted the way I had come, back up the hill.

My body had become soft and I railed inwardly at myself. That didn’t deter me from surging through the impassable undergrowth to finally emerge onto the spindly trace. I stopped for a moment to catch my breath, not entirely confident that acting decisively a few moments ago would place me ahead of her. She had proven without question that she could outdistance me. My only hope was to use my intimate knowledge of this forest and a bit of guile to end this pursuit in my favor.

I arrived where the trails met and inspected the larger for any signs that my arrival was to late. Relieved to find that wasn’t the case, I quietly climbed to a perch on a jagged outcropping high enough to observe her approach and settled in to wait. It felt good to allow my body to recover from its exertions and have a few moments to finalize my plan.

The sweat from my brow was stinging the scratches from my headlong plunge through the thick brush. I feverishly wiped it away, surveying the location. It was pleasing to find that it was perfectly suited for the ambush which was forming in my mind. Anything entering the small clearing at the base of the bluffs would have already passed the only exit immediately beneath the craggy wall which concealed my presence. Once she was beyond me, I planned to place myself where the trail veered around the cliff. It would effectively seal her inside the stony embrace of the towering granite. 

All external noises were replaced by the thunderous pounding of my heart the instant I saw her approaching. Watching intently, a smile curled at the corners of my mouth. Furtively glancing back the way she had come and continuing into the clearing, she did not yet realize that her peril no longer emanated from behind. Leaning against the rock face, she began a frantic search for a route out of the exposed clearing. Her outstretched hands which were gliding along the sun-warmed rock sought purchase to begin a harrowing climb. 

I sprang from my hidden redoubt, landing in a crouch where the trails intersected, cutting off her only hope of escape. My sudden appearance at the mouth of the clearing made her spin away from the cliff to retreat deeper into the arms of the bluff. I closed the distance between us, not taking my eyes off her for a second. Just moments before, I had seen only vulnerability and fear, but now her pretty face had suddenly hardened into a scowl of pure defiance.

Smiling, I stood a few yards away with my arms outstretched, eagerly examining my prize. She was not young, but even a cursory glance at her lithe form revealed a subtle strength not to be denied. Her short blonde hair was tousled and damp with sweat. It clung to her face where the droplets gathered and trickled downward. My eyes wandered to her pert breasts which were heaving as she gasped for air. Continuing on down to her flat stomach, the gentle swell of her hips added to the overall beauty and sensuous potential of this wood nymph. My gaze halted at the huge rents in her silky black stockings, torn from the flight through the underbrush.

Our eyes met and locked in an uncertain exchange. She wanted nothing more than to be let free, and I wanted nothing less than her. My hand reached out of its own accord and her reaction was instantaneous. She tried to grasp my thumb and gain leverage, hoping to force me from her path. I could see what she intended to do, so before her slender fingers could close around my exposed thumb I tucked it into my palm and swept her attack aside with the back of my hand. Taking a step back, I watched fascinated as the sleek muscles of her legs bunched before springing forward and slamming into me, sending both of us toppling backward. 

Finding myself underneath, I pulled her over with me and with a quick roll, had her neatly pinned beneath my much heavier frame. She struggled fiercely for a moment or two, but soon realized there would be no relenting from me and became quiet, glaring into my eyes. Leaning my head forward to grace her lips, she strained away, her determination still smoldering. Unfazed, I continued to the only target that was presented and gently kissed the soft, delicate skin just below her sculpted jaw.

The salty taste of her skin on my lips surprised and excited me, but I found my intentions toward her curiously changing. No longer wanting to just ravage and cast her used body aside when my needs were fulfilled, I wanted her to enjoy being taken. Needing for some reason to have her revel in it as only an equal could. Unable to understand where these emotions had risen from, I only knew that where moments ago I was driven with urgency and desire, unwelcome doubt had now reared its head.

My lips glided in tender kisses along her exposed neck to the soft lobe of her ear. I captured it in my warm mouth, willing myself to be gentle as I lightly nibbled on the tender flesh. I felt some of the tension leave her arms where my meaty hands had them held securely to our sides, and withdrew from the recesses of her musky skin. The aroma she exuded had me fighting for restraint. She turned her face toward me and her eyes sought mine, the seething fire within them slowly fading, peering into my very soul.

I brushed her mouth with a fleeting kiss and feeling no resistance, gently caressed and probed her lips with the tip of my tongue. They parted slightly, allowing my entry and was gratified to feel her arms curling around the nape of my neck as I released my grip. Cradling her face to continue devouring her full lips, our tongues fenced and swirled in our intertwined mouths. I flinched slightly when her legs began curving around my hips and thighs, pulling my body forward.

Reluctantly pulling away, I pushed myself up to balance on my knees. Glancing down at her supine body, my struggle for self control was quickly losing ground to the desire between my loins. My fingers traced the fabric of what remained of her tattered bra and the soft flesh within was calling for me to free it. Without a moments thought, I hooked my hand around its center and with a single tug, tore it open to reveal her wondrous globes beneath.

The swell of each pale breast was blessed with radiantly pink nipples that immediately had my fingers drawn to one and my ravenous lips to the other. The lust I felt for her intensified as I greedily suckled on the taut, stiffening nipples. Unable to contain the desire boiling within me, my lips and tongue traversed every inch of her tender flesh. My hands roamed and caressed what my mouth could not. A soft moan escaped her and I relented in my feverish exploration of her breasts to return eagerly to her mouth.

Her passion had risen to match my own. I could feel the urgency from the writhing and bucking beneath me, desperately seeking relief. Breaking our torrid embrace, I knelt before her to gaze at the last barrier to the essence of her femininity. My hands trembled slightly as they slid up her soft hips to the sides of the dark fabric which was hiding what I needed. She lifted her slender legs to aid me, and after tossing aside the shredded panties, I stopped to immerse myself in her beauty. Her sex was totally smooth and glistened with dew, much like an oyster. Letting out a sharp gasp at the sight before me, I was completely transfixed; the delicate outer lips were open and inviting as she rotated her hips to tantalize me.

I stood up at that moment and struggled with my clothes, frantically pulling my shirt and tie over my head before casting them violently away. When my pants dropped, a smile danced across her face as my steely member sprang into view. I lowered myself gently before her, feeling every nerve flutter as my nakedness touched hers. Savoring the sensation for a moment, I was surprised to feel her hand slide between us to grasp my cock.

It was almost throbbing with pain, I don’t ever remember being as hard as this. The whole length of my rigid member was pulsing in her grip as she guided it in. Her legs were hooked tightly behind me, pulling me in deeper until I had reached my full depth; the movement itself producing simultaneous gasps of pure ecstasy. 

For a moment I couldn’t move, my senses were so overwhelmed by the warm tightness of her silken sheath. The exquisite ache in my balls soon compelled me to exploit my coveted position. I started with slow measured strokes, each one more thrilling and mind-numbing than the last. Groaning with sheer lust, the last vestige of my restraint was near as she raised her legs and placed them delicately upon my shoulders. She was granting me complete access to explore her hot, steamy depths.

I could feel the walls of her pussy gripping me tighter with each forceful thrust. My tortured balls were slapping against her round and firm smooth buttocks with audible smacks. She bucked and arched her hips against mine, matching every move until her legs lost their strength and went limp I gazed at her shuddering form beneath me, she was moaning and gasping as she plunged into an uncontrollable orgasm around my shaft. I was nearing my own climax now; my balls churning. Not caring for anything except total release, my muscles were rippling as I plunged deep into her. 

Spurred on by the warm, slippery vacuum tight suction of her silken pussy, I bent my head and kissed her hard on the mouth. Feeling the familiar tightening within my bruised balls beginning to push warm cum up my cock, I bathed the walls of her gaping pussy to capacity. Exhausted and spent I collapsed against her sweat-drenched body, letting forth a yell of conquer in the joy I had found within her.

We walked from the woods arm in arm. She wearing only my white button down shirt and I clad only in a pair of brown dress pants. Sitting on a blanket at the edge of the meadow, my wife pulled two glasses from the wicker basket beside us while I opened a bottle of wine. Neither of us said a word for quite a while before I finally spoke up.

“You know hon, when that counselor suggested we try a few things like this, I thought that she was full of shit up to her eyeballs!”

She just arched one eyebrow in response and sipped quietly on her wine.

I knew immediately that I had dug myself a hole and had better fill it in fast, “But I kind of liked your idea of surprises. Maybe we should go back and hear what she has to say about this one!”

My wife smiled and set her glass aside before opening her arms and said, “That’s my man.”



Therapy



"I am glad you agreed to see me. I think you can help me." Jay felt the all too familiar swelling begin and he had to shift on the leather couch.

"I confess I was fascinated by your email. Please, begin where you like. Tell me again what has you so troubled." Dr Sutra said. She leaned back in her chair and got ready to take notes. She glanced over to make sure the recording was running, keeping an audio log of the session.

"I am not sure how to begin." Jay said quietly, with an embarrassed tone.

"No need to fell ashamed here Jay. I am here to help you. Nothing you can say will shock me, nor will it lessen my opinion of you. It takes a strong man to admit he needs help." Dr Sutra said with quiet but firm tones. "Will it help if I ask you some questions?"

"Yes, I think so." Jay said, moving his leg slightly, making room.

"Based on your email, you have a physiological condition brought on by what you feel is an obsession. You you can't stop thinking about your penis, is that correct, and because of that you are in almost a constant state of sexual arousal? How do you think this started, and about when?"

"Well, i sent away for a program designed to enlarge...well you know, my...penis..and well, it worked, but it took three years to get it to work, and it that time I had to manually exercise my.. my.. penis. I was handling it a lot, and when I wasn't, I wanted too. The program worked better that I thought it ever would, too good. Women I dated got fearful when they saw it." Jay took a shaky breath.

"It's okay Jay, take your time, you are my only appointment today. You are doing fine." Dr Sutra crossed her leg she skirt sliding up her calf a bit.

"Well, they were afraid of my.. er.. my.. "

"Jay, does the word 'peeniis' bother you?" Dr. Sutra deliberately said the word slow, drawing it out just a bit to see Jay's reaction. He squirmed on the couch, and the Dr. could see his condition was manifesting itself. His penis was growing in his jeans. She could see the thick bulge along his thigh. My, she thought, he is large. "If the word bothers you, we can call it something else. What do you normally call it?"

"Cock.. I really like the word cock." He shifted again on the couch.

"That is fine. Please go on. Tell me how the women's reaction to your...cock made you feel. You said they showed fear. Why do you think that is?"

"Well part of it was the appearance, I am sure. It is huge, and gets very red, almost purple and throbs visibly. My big angry cock, throbbing. That was part of it, I am sure." Jay's hand drifted to his crotch. Dr. Sutra was pretty sure he was not aware he was doing it. "Another part of it was my relationship with my cock. When it was out I would stroke it in front of them. Try and get the women to kneel before me while I held it and rubbed it on their faces, all the while telling them over and over to 'love my big cock' oh yes..." Jay had his hand wrapped around his bulging lump in his jeans.

"Jay, would like to take your cock out?" Dr. Sutra asked, already knowing the answer. "We can be open here. What ever happen here is held...in the strictest confidence." She paused at the word held, uncrossing her legs before going on.

Jay looked over at her, saw her sitting there, and older woman in a conservative suit that hid her figure. She sat demurely in the chair, looking at him coolly. She looked him in the eye. "It is important for you to feel comfortable. It taking out your cock and handling it will help with that, then please do." She said matter-of-factlcy.

"well, uh...okay." Jay unzipped his fly and slid his cock out of the opening. It was still only semi erect and was at least 8" long and thicker that Dr Sutra's wrist. Once it was out the balls followed. His scrotum was all loose and stretched for handling, but she could see that his testicles were also very large, each the size of a golf ball. They flopped out and hung down because his sack was so loose. As soon as his genitalia were free from his jeans, both Jay's hands went right to his cock and gripped it savagely, squeezing hard at the root of his member and forcing his hands up the long shaft without loosing his grip, forcing a huge amount of blood up into the exposed head of his circumcised cock. A thick rivulet of precum ran out as down over his fist and his fat head filled with blood and swelled to the size of an apple, although it was more purple than red. The motion of his hands stretched his cock to over a foot in length and it stayed that long, now fully engorged with blood. 

"You see," Jay went on. "It is huge, and I think about it all the time." He had released it with one of his hands and savagely yanked on his balls by the sack, pulling them far out from his body. It was then that Dr. Sutra noticed that he was shaved smooth.

"Jay, I see why the size would be an issue. Tell me more about your feelings about your cock, and please be sure to mention your testicles as well."

"Balls..call them my Balls..." Jay rasped as he continued to Savage his huge cock and bloated sack"...balls or cum sack...oh yes..cum sack."

Jay was in a state of arousal and Dr. Sutra had a felling they were making progress. He needed him to resort to the behavior to he was describing to properly diagnose his condition.

"Very well Jay. Tell me about your fixation with your fat throbbing cock and your bloated cum sack." Dr. Sutra observed Jay's handling of his over sized organs and felt a stirring despite her attempts to remain professional.

"I go to drive through with it hanging out of my shorts so the girl at the window can see..." Jay continued to stroke himself.

"Jay, do you ever get the feeling that what you are doing is dirty. That you are committing a crime when you show your cock to strange women?" Dr Sutra was beginning to get an idea about his condition, just based on his constant attention to his monster cock.

"Oh yes, I fell so bad, but I get so hard when I do it. After I do that I drive home with the hot food and rub the greasy heat all over my thick shaft."

"What else do you do to your huge throbbing cock." She was using his language because she wanted him to loose control, to get into the state he is speaking of. "What other painful things do you do to it?"

"Sometimes I'll pour hot wax on it, of hit it with a stick." He was mauling it brutally now, and swinging his balls around by the sack, and breathing very hard. His eyes were glazed over.

"Jay, when I woman does touch your hot cock, or holds your heavy drooping balls, how does that feel?"

"I do not feel satisfied. I can barely feel it."

"Jay, I think you have penis apathy. That is too say, your cock is no longer as sensitive as it once was and requires more extreme stimulation to feel satisfied. I would like to perform a few simple tests to confirm my diagnosis. Do you agree?"

"Yes Doctor. Anything to help my condition."

"Very well. Please remove your fist from your cock and release you bloated balls."

"Oh, I do not want to let go...I love stoking it..." He whined.

"Do it, or you will get no help from me." She said firmly.

"oh..okay" he sad sadly and released his giant dick. It still pointed straight up.

"Good, now your balls."

He let go and they flopped down across his thigh.

"Excellent, now, I am going to do a couple of simple tests."

She stood and walked over to the couch. She stood at it s head so he was looking up at her from below.

"Tell me what do you see?" she asked as she stood over him.

"I see you standing over me."

"Good." She removed her jacket, underneath she was wearing a form fitting blouse. Jay then noticed that her tits were very large and her nipples were erect.

"Now, Jay, what do you see." Dr Sutra asked. Jays huge dong lept and bucked, throbbing. A steady stream if jizz was flowing out and dripping onto his shirt.

"I see your huge tits and stiff nipples.

"Very good. I am now going to unbutton my blouse. How does that make you feel?" She bean to undo her blouse.

"OH god...let me touch my cock. I want to hold it...you are making me so hard." Dr. Sutra could see the veins bulging on his massive member.

"No, just tell me how knowing you are going to see my tits makes you feel."

"Like I am going to cum in quarts." Jay rasped.

"Good." she said as she finished unbuttoning her blouse. She took off her bra at the same time and her 38DDD breasts fell out, capped by large nipples sticking way out.

"Now you see how big my titties are." She said, still standing over him, cupping her big heavy breasts and tweaking her nipples. "How are you doing Jay?" She asked.

All Jay could do was look and concentrate on not touching his cock.

"Now Jay, time for another test. Don't be alarmed." Dr Sutra drew up her chair and sat next to Jay and reached out and grabbed is cock at the base. She stroked it lightly and there was no visible change.

"You see Jay, you have handled your cock so much, you have desensitized it." With that she gripped it brutally at the base, wound up and slapped it with all her might. It barely gave.

"Ahh... YESSS!" Jay cried out.

"Your big cock requires severe abuse for you to feel pleasure." she went on as she continued to slap it back and forth while her big tits jiggled and swayed. Slap slap SLAP.

"I can see we have our work cut out for us." She said while she flogged his big dick.

"Oh god Doctor, you are going to make me cum." Jay moaned out.

"Yes Jay, I am beating your big cock, spray your hot cum all over my massive tits. Shoot your spunk on my bouncing boobs." 

SMACK SMACK

She dug her long nails in at the base of his cock and that is all Jay could take. The first gout of ropey cum shot four feet into the air and landed In Dr. Sutra's hair, She aimed his big dick right at her tits and each hot ropey spurt splashed, but clung, coating her in his sticky goo. This went on for more that a minute while Jay writhed and moaned.. Finally the gouts stopped and jay fell back. His big dick was still standing straight up.

"Jay, your real desire is not to have your cock worshiped, but abused. What other kinds of abuse will help I wonder?" She stood and reached under her skirt, removing her panties.

"Let's find out, shell we?" She went again to the head of the couch, lifted her skirt and straddled his head, sitting right down on his face. She then let go the skirt and grabbed his head and sat on his face, grinding her pussy on his face, not giving him any control, or choice for that matter.

"Lick my pussy you fucking freak." She said in a brutal tone. "Do it and maybe I will let you come up for air after you make me cum." She continued to use his face as a sex toy, grinding her pussy all over his faced and mouth.

"OH YES, That is it, you do like abuse, don't you Jay?"

"Mpf PFhder." Jay mumbled.

From her position, Dr. Sutra could see that Jay's Cock had returned to its full glory and was pointing strait at her. She leaned over and bit down on it as she started to cum on Jay's face.

Jay went wild. His cock erupted in another furious series of gouts of hot sticky cum. Dr Sutra swallowed as much as she could.

After a while she stood and released his dick from her teeth. She saw that she had broken the skin with her savage bite. She went to her desk and got a bottle of rubbing alcohol and poured it over the wound. Jay cried out in pain and his dick jumped to it full size once again.

"Oh Doctor." He moaned. "can you help me?" Jay asked pitifully.

"Yes Jay, I can, but it will take many sessions of very unconventional therapy," Dr Sutra smiled. "At least twice a week."

* If you liked this story let me know. And tell me, what should Jay's next treatment be?



Therapy



Carefully, I curled my fingers into a fist and watched as my thumbs twitched, but stayed stubbornly stuck out at right angles. I concentrated until I could feel the sweat burning my eyes and my thumbs felt as though they were on fire but nothing happened. Roy, the physiotherapist reached out and gently massaged the base, feeling the bunching of the muscle underneath the skin and made an approving noise. Then he glanced at his watch and smiled warmly.

That's enough for today, Andrew." he said, warmly, "You've done very well, considering that you had your accident three weeks ago and the casts only came off last week. It shouldn't take too long for you to get the power back in your muscles."

I just nodded and grunted bad temperedly. I knew that Roy meant well, but it was frustrating in all sorts of ways, not being able to use my thumbs. I cursed again the idiot driver who had flung the door of his car open as I passed on my motorcycle. The impact had broken my right thumb and almost severed my left. 

Now I had been operated on, the bones set and I was receiving physiotherapy to restore the use of my damaged thumbs. I had not been allowed home yet because, as a bachelor with no one to help, I could not fend for myself. I had not realised, until now, how difficult it was to cope without being able to grip properly. I made my way back to my room, nodding at the staff and patients as I passed them. 

The room was well appointed and I had been allowed to bring my laptop in, so that I could work part time while I was receiving physiotherapy. The pain from my injuries was still an annoyance, but it was improving and, most of the time, was little more than a dull ache.

I sat on the bed and pulled the table closer, determined to do a little work, even though the physiotherapy had left my hands sore and aching. Concentrating hard, I worked through the prices for a couple of quotes and started looking at the proofs of a catalogue I had been working on. The photographs were by a new, up and coming, photographer and featured local models wearing jewellery designed by my sister and manufactured by my brother. 

I closed the folder on the photographs and tried to rearrange my position to get more comfortable. In several shots the model had been wearing a very low-cut dress with a necklace that dipped into the cleft between her breasts. A coffee-skinned girl had worn a long rope of pearls, while the strawberry blonde had a necklace in red gold that caught the colour of her hair in its highlights. The sight of these beautiful women and the hint of erotic pleasures in their poses and expressions had an inevitable and unfortunate effect. My cock was hard and erect, pushing against the cloth of my slacks but it was all I could do to undo the sip of my fly

I had just wriggled into a slightly more comfortable position when Sally opened the door. Sally was the nurse who was supposed to look after me. I say supposed to, not because she neglected her duties, but because I was a very self-sufficient patient. Sally busied herself changing the water in my jug and checking that my pillows had been plumped up. I had liked her from the moment we had met. She always seemed to be smiling, her green eyes wide and frank while her lips curved in a perfect Cupid's bow. The long red hair was tightly curled and complemented the dusting of freckles across her nose. Most of the time she wore a pair of round, wire-framed, eyeglasses and, when she was trying to be stern, she would look at me over the top of them. I had only seen her in the pale blue dress and white cap of her nurse's uniform but, from what I could see, I guessed she had a slender body with firm, perky breasts. 

Sally moved the table away and slid a thermometer under my tongue. Lifting my wrist she placed her fingers lightly on the pulse, glancing at her watch and counting the beats. She made a note on my chart and then looked up.

"How did the physio go this morning?" she asked.

"Roy says I did well, but I still can't move my thumbs, no matter how hard I try." I answered, a little sulkily.

"Trust him, if he says you're doing well, then that's the truth." Sally assured me.

"It's just frustrating, not being able to do things I used to take for granted."

"Are your hands giving you pain? Do you need something to make you more comfortable?" she asked, with a concerned frown.

"My hands are fine and I don't think there's anything you can do to make me more comfortable." I replied.

Something in the way I said it registered on her nurse's instincts and she looked more closely into my eyes. I found my breath catching in my throat as I realised, for the first time, how clear and beautiful her eyes were. The frown that notched two creases at the sides of her nose made her brows arch elegantly. She moved back and glanced towards the closed door. Moving to the handle she moved the lever that changed the indicator on the outside of the door to ‘Engaged' and closed the blinds over the little window. Then she pulled my visitor's chair closer and sat down.

"Now, we won't be disturbed. There's something wrong and you aren't telling me. How can we sort it out if you won't say what's wrong?" Sally told me in a reasonable tone.

"It's really not your problem." I told her, blushing.

Sally's sharp eyes picked up on my reddened cheeks immediately, before I could drop my gaze. She reached out and laid her hand, gently, on the back of mine and moved a little closer.

"Look," she said, "I've helped you to the bathroom, I've washed you, I've changed your dressings. I don't think there's anything you can tell me that would shock me."

"Now I'm feeling better, I'm starting to have problems down there." I admitted, glancing at my crotch, "And I can't do anything about it."

Sally smiled, sympathetically, leaning forward and gently resting her fingers on the bulge in my slacks. Her eyes widened a little as she felt the hard outline of my cock and they twinkled mischievously when it jerked under her fingers. I had expected her to jerk her hand away but, instead, she pressed a little harder and used her fingers to trace length of my erect cock. She moved her hand away and crossed over to the door. I thought she was going to leave me with my erection and see to another patient but she just turned the catch on the door and then came back to my bedside.

"You have got a problem." Sally smiled, "but I'm sure that I can take care of it for you."

She reached over and slowly pulled the zip of my slacks down, unfastened the waistband and, as I arched my back, slid my slacks and briefs down past my knees. My cock sprang upwards, pointing rigidly to the ceiling. Sally looked at my cock and reached out to gently run her fingers over my tight sac. I could feel the coolness of her fingertips against my fevered skin and my cock twitched again. Sally looked into my eyes and stood up for a moment. Reaching to her throat, she unfastened the button at the collar of her dress and then pulled slowly on the zip, opening her dress to the waist. Slipping it from her shoulders, she folded it neatly and laid it over the back of my visitor's chair, before returning to my bedside,

"There, I don't want to make a mess on my uniform do I?" she said, "and it looks like your balls are very full."

Underneath her dress, Sally wore tan pantyhose and a white lace bra with matching bikini briefs. Her breasts filled the cups nicely, spilling over a little as she bent over my bed. The dark aureoles at the base of her nipples showed as brown smudges against the pale milk of her skin. Her bare tummy was smooth and flat, with a cute dimple of a bellybutton, just above the waistband of her pantyhose. The silky material of her panties pressed against her pussy, showing the reddish smudge of her pubes through the white cloth. Her nipples pressed against the cups of her bra, tenting the material as they pushed against the satin and lace.

I hear the snap and squeak of latex as sally pulled a pair of surgical gloves over her hands and then felt her fingers, cool and soft, as she wrapped them around the base of my cock and slowly moved her hand back and forth, from the curly bush of hair covering my sac, to the swollen, purple head. Her touch was light and gentle, skimming my skin and spreading the pearly drop of precum over the glans. I lifted my head and watched as she eased my foreskin back to expose the plum-coloured tip. She brushed her hair back with one hand as she used the forefinger of her other to smear the oozing precum over the head of my cock. I reached out to touch her, but she slapped the back of my hand, gently, and pressed it onto the bedclothes. 

"Not this time." Sally said, "If you'd have told me sooner what your problem was, I could have taken more time but, because you had to keep it a secret, I've just got time to help you out before my next patient."

I could only watch as she began to stroke my cock faster and faster, drawing the skin back and forth over the swollen head. Her fingers squeezed gently, with just enough pressure to build my excitement. My sac tightened, pulling my balls against my body. Sally slid her hand down the shaft of my cock and cupped my balls, caressing the tip with the fingers of her other hand. I looked along my body at the inviting valley between her breasts and imagined taking them in my hands and guiding my cock into her mouth as I teased her nipples.

My cock swelled in her hand and she slowed her strokes down until I groaned in frustration. Then she stroked faster and harder, massaging my balls with her other hand. Her fingers squeezed firmly and she looked into my eyes and smiled at the expression of frustrated need distorting my face. She crooked the fore finger of the hand she had cupping my balls, pressing it between the cheeks of my ass and sliding it easily into my anus. I felt her pushing and her finger slid inside my asshole, making my throbbing cock even harder and more swollen. I grunted as my cock jerked in her hand, starting to spurt thick ribbons of gooey cum over her gloves. Sally jerked back quickly, so that the spurts missed her face, but not quickly enough to prevent two or three healthy blobs of cum falling between her breasts and staining her white bra. Her gloved hands carried on milking my cock, squeezing every last drop of cum out of the tip. 

When she had milked my cock and balls dry, Sally stood up and slowly peeled the latex gloves off her hands, then reached between her breasts and used her fingertips to collect the smear of cum from the cleft between them. She lifted her hand to her mouth and, looking into my eyes, slowly licked her fingers clean. She swallowed, and sighed as she tasted my semen, then brought a small bowl of warm water and a handful of swabs to the bedside. Dipping the swabs in the water, she carefully wiped the drying cum off my cock and balls, then dried them tenderly. Putting the bowl aside, she leaned over and kissed the tip of my cock, sucking the head into her mouth and running her tongue over the soft surface.

Satisfied that she had drained me dry, sally stood up and slipped her dress over her head, fastening it neatly and gathering her hair back under her nurse's hat. Smoothing down her dress, she checked in the mirror, dabbing her finger at the corner of her mouth and smiling.

"You should feel better now, Andrew. I'll be back to give you a proper treatment tomorrow." She assured me, opening the door.

Sally was as good as her word and came back every day after that to make sure that I received suitable treatments. In fact, she even paid me several home visits, after I was discharged but what happened then is another tale.



Therapy



"You could have been more
than a name on the door..."

                Joni Mitchell

I stood in front of the door just looking at the name engraved in the nameplate, spelling out her name in my mind. Susan Hester, and then underneath was another name, unimportant, a partner and then under the partner's name it said Personal Counseling. Yes, it was personal counseling and I had been seeing her off and on for years. The official reason I came to see her was to overcome my almost obsessive reticence. I was shy, especially around women and at times it was so overwhelming, so debilitating that I'd black out.

Now I wouldn't fall on the floor in a swoon, fainting as the sight of a woman, no I'd still function but somehow my subconscious would take over and I'd wake up later unable to recall anything. Often I'd be dozens of miles from where I started smelling of sweat, perfume and sex without the first clue about who I had been with or how I happened to have sex. I never seemed to be missing any money, so I assumed I hadn't gone off with a hooker, but other than that I couldn't figure it out.

On the days after an occurrence I'd buy a newspaper and scan the pages to see if there were any rapes or sexual assaults in the areas where I started and ended up, but I never noticed anything. If I'd had any close friends I could have asked them to follow me and let me know what happened to me, but I live a solitary life, without any real friends. I work at a library stocking books after hours, where I can avoid contact with most people.

I'd been seeing Ms. Hester, Susan as she asks me to call her, on the advice of my employer. Of course he thinks my problem is my shyness, only that. He likes my efficiency but would prefer that I worked during the busier times at the library, not just at night. Unfortunately, I had not made a lot of progress on the shyness my boss sees or the more vexing problem of my blackouts and my health insurance was about to run out. Ms. Hester was even getting a bit frustrated, saying that if we don't have a breakthrough soon there is not much else she can do for me.

So, I now stand in front of her office door, like I have so many times before, building up the courage to face her, a woman and then talk about my problem. Finally, taking a deep breath I reached out and grabbed the lever handle and opened the door. As I stepped inside she was waiting for me.

"Hey Mason, you did well, you only waited outside the door for... let me see, two minutes and twelve seconds, almost a record."

"Hi M... M... Ms. Hester..."

"Susan," she said.

"Susan. How are you Ms... Susan."

"I'm fine, want to come on in," she asked, opening a door that said Therapy.

I followed her into the room and went over to the couch sat down and leaned back. Sitting in her chair she began asking me once again how I felt after one of my blackouts, whether I could recall anything of the sexual encounter. After a while she realized we'd get nowhere discussing my blackouts and seemed to change track.

"Mason, do you recall ever having sex?"

"Well, yes."

"But how did you do that if you are so shy with women?"

"The few times it happened, I didn't really do anything."

"You had sex but didn't do anything?"

"Well no, the woman I was with did it all, undressed me, climbed on top of me and did everything," I answered.

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Yes, it was nice," I said smiling. "But after a few times, the woman then wanted me to do things and... and I just couldn't." After answering the question, I looked up and saw her standing near me. Without saying a word, she quickly kneeled down, and began unfastening my pants. I struggled with her, but she was surprisingly strong, one thick, powerful arm held me off, while she opened my pants with the other hand.

She pulled out my cock, which was small and put the entire thing in her mouth, while her long black hair fell down on my stomach and thighs. The sucking sensations on me got my cock growing quickly and soon he head was bobbing up and down on my hard cock. I continued to struggle some, trying to move her head away, but she was strong.

Slipping my cock out of her mouth she said, "You want this to stop, you want something different, you make it happen." Her mouth dropped back over my cock.

I cried out, "Please stop, this isn't right."

"You make it happen!" she said again just before sliding her mouth down over me again.

Finally, I somehow found the strength to sit up and move out from under her, but instead of zipping up my pants and leaving, I grabbed her, pulled her up and kissed her hard on the lips while my hands went to her large breasts and began squeezing. They were very firm and when I opened her blouse and unfastened her bra, they didn't sag much. My mouth locked on her nipples as I sucked and bit them.

I took her blouse and bra, tossing them on the floor and then unfastened her skirt. When I pulled that off her I looked down at her black, lace panties and noticed an incredible bulge. Kneeling down, I grabbed her panties and yanked them off as her cock slipped out and bounced against my face. I quickly grabbed it and began stroking it hard, letting my tongue roll over its head. Leaning forward, I knocked her back onto the couch and while still holding her cock in one hand, I moved my hips between her legs.

"In my top drawer, there's some Vaseline in there, you can use that," she said urgently.

Pulling my pants the rest of the way off, I opened her desk drawer and dipped my fingers into the Vaseline and smeared it on my cock. Moving back to her, I smeared a bit more on her ass, and then pushed my cock up against her. Finding her tiny hole, I pushed hard as she slowly opened up to me. Once I gained entrance, I moved in and out just a bit and then leaned on her again, feeling the resistance deeper inside her.

Once again, pushing hard, but slowly, I felt her open to me. I then pulled back and then thrust hard and deep into her, burying my cock to the hilt. As I quickened my pace, I watched as she reached down and began stroking her cock, timing her strokes to match my thrusts and withdrawals. I reached my hands out and pinched her nipples while continuing to plunge into her.

She was moving and wiggling beneath me and in a few moments I watched her white cum arch out of her cock and splash up on her breasts. Running my hands through it, I smeared her cum all over her breasts, enjoying how they then glistened in the light. While she came, I could feel the muscles of her ass tighten around me and I could feel myself getting closer. When she reached up and ran her fingertips over my nipples I lost all control and came, spurting my cum deep into her ass.

Grabbing her hips, I held her tight against me, trying to keep my now shrinking cock inside her. After a minute or so, her muscles finally squeezed me out. I stood up looking around the room. She said, "There's a towel in my bottom drawer."

I moved back to her desk, pulled the towel out of her drawer and cleaned myself off. I then tossed the towel to her so she could dab up the sticky cum I had smeared all over her breasts. As I began to get dressed I said, "I never suspected," nodding at her cock.

Smiling proudly she said, "Well, that's all a girl could ask for. And you know, I think we may have had a breakthrough here. I mean have you ever taken control like that with a woman."

"Not until just now."

"And see, no blackout, everything is fine," she said. Grabbing my wallet I pulled out a check but she topped me saying, "Today was on the house, but I want you back tomorrow. We'll talk about it some more."

"You really think..."

"I really think this was a breakthrough. We'll talk about ways of making it work for us."

"Thank you Susan," I said.

"No Ms. Hester?"

"Hey, I think that's the first time I called you Susan."

"You know what they sometimes say about the first time. It's always the best. I'll see you tomorrow," she said, buttoning up her blouse. She walked over, kissed me on the cheek and then opened the door.

I walked out through the lobby and then stepped through the door into the corridor. Turning around I looked at her name on the nameplate, whispering, "Susan," just Susan.



Therapy



Jim's phone rang just before midnight, the time when he worked at his best.

"Jim, it's Alice."

"Hello, my love, how are you?"

"Well, actually, pretty awful."

"Really? Work again?"

"Yes, um, to be honest babe, it's as bad as I've felt for some time."

"I'm sorry to hear that, my love. You know, you really have got to ditch that job."

"I know. Look Jim, I know it's late and I know that you work at this time but I'm pretty fucking desperate. I need to see you. You know, a session. It shouldn't take too long. I was close to calling you this time yesterday but I fought it but I don't think tonight I can get through again without your help. Can you? Please?"

"Listen angel, I've told you many times, I'll always be here whenever you need me. My only consideration, as ever, as you know, is that you're really sure that this is what you want. But if you are, I'm yours."

"I'm sure, really sure."

"OK beautiful, come round."

"God, you're an angel. I'm so, so grateful."

"See you soon."

About fifty minutes later Jim heard a car pull up outside. Alice came in shortly after and they gave each other a huge, welcoming hug. Alice was still wearing her office uniform: fierce black suit, white blouse, dark tights, medium high heels. Jim always believed it would take a lot to diminish Alice's beauty but it was happening now: her face was lined and weary, the sun that usually shone there was gone. She was in trouble.

"I'm so grateful for this, Jim, I really am."

"As I said, my love, as long you're sure, everything is fine by me." 

"I'm sure."

"Good. Well, I guess you'd rather get started straightaway."

"Well, as I said, I am pretty desperate and I have to get myself together for the morning and it's already passed midnight."

"OK, everything's in the same place, in the same room. You go and get changed and come in here when you're ready."

She did so.

She returned ten minutes later and was transformed. She was wearing an old, shabby blouse that was far too big for her, over which was an old woman's cardigan in faded yellow that sagged on her shoulders; a wide, pleated skirt in a dirty brown that ended well below her knees and white ankle socks. She looked like a poor orphan from the 1950's. Not only that. She and Jim were not the people they had been a few moments before. They were now somewhere else, somewhere that their close friendship did not inhabit.

Alice stopped still just inside the room and stared at Jim. Nothing that Jim said from now on touched the finer arts of irony or humour: his contempt for this woman was absolute.

He walked slowly towards her. "My God, look at you. Do you have no self-respect? No dignity?" He barked in her face and she winced. "You are disintegrating and you don't care, do you? Well, I care. I don't want you defacing my life, my house. You are a filthy slut and I'm going to treat you accordingly."

She backed off slightly at this assault but dare not move backwards.

He walked across the room to his study. "Come here." She did as she was told. "Stand there." He pointed to a spot immediately next to the door. "Stand against the wall." She did. "No, closer than that. Go on, face against the wall, almost touching it. That's it. Hands behind you back. Head bowed. You will stay there for one hour and you will not move a muscle. If I come out and find you are standing in any way but this, the consequences will be desperate for you. You know what that means don't you?"

"Yes," she said faintly.

He went inside his study and resumed his work. He worked diligently and productively for forty-five minutes and heard not a sound from outside his door but knew her back and legs must be aching by now. He decided to spend the next fifteen minutes watching some television. When he emerged from his office she was in exactly the same pose as he had commanded her to be. He sat down and turned on the television, casting a backward glance at the woman occasionally to check she was still frozen in the contrite pose. She was.

When he next looked at his watch she had been standing for an hour and five minutes: it was now ten minutes past two. He got up.

"Come here," the voice of harsh punishment rang out.

She walked in obvious discomfort. Again he stared, unfeelingly, without a trace of sympathy or compassion. She said nothing and waited for his next attack. His silence was prolonged. Tears welled into her eyes that she sought to repress. Then he spoke. "Take off your clothes and lay them in a very neat pile immediately in front of you."

For some reason she paused briefly before complying as though somehow she had an option but then began to remove each item of clothing and bent over to arrange them neatly in front of her feet.

When she was completely naked he walked around her examining her body with great care before finishing directly in front of her again.

"Have you any idea just how ugly you are?"

"Yes."

"Look, for instance, at your tits. Not much of them is there? Is there?"

"No."

"No man is going to get a decent handful of those is he? Isn't going to bury his head in them is he? They're not going to stiffen any man's cock are they? Tell me what's wrong with your tits, Alice."

"They're too small."

"Too right. They're girls' tits aren't they, not a woman's tits at all. You're not a real woman are you?"

Tears now started to fall from her usually beautiful eyes. "No."

"Get back to the wall; let's see if another hour or so there might turn you into something that at least resembled a human being, if not a woman. 

Dutifully she went back and resumed the same pose, although this time without her clothes. Jim returned to his study but it was difficult giving work full attention when he had to think about Alice. He worked for about half an hour then moved back into his sitting room, casting an eye at Alice as he went past her to ensure she was exactly in the right pose, which she was. He watched an old film, a comedy, just to add to Alice's misery, knowing she could hear it all but only see the wall at the end of her nose.

After she had done a full hour he barked at her to turn around. Her discomfort was visible and the lines on her face had deepened. "Follow me." He marched into the huge kitchen, walked over to a cupboard and removed a bucket that contained cleaning materials of various sorts, along with cloths, brushes etc. He walked over to Alice and tipped the bucket upside down bringing its contents crashing around her feet, followed by the bucket itself.

"This floor is dirty. Clean it. If when I come back there is even the smallest speck of visible dust the consequences for you will be severe." He spoke straight into her face. "And you know what I mean by 'severe' don't you?"

"Yes."

"What do I mean?"

"The lash."

"Correct."

He remained long enough to see the naked woman get on all fours to arrange the brushes then left to resume his film. Soon he fell asleep in the chair and was roused by a shuffling in the doorway, that was Alice. He did not know how long she had been there because she dare not speak but it was at least ninety minutes since she started the punishment cleaning. She was bending forwards because of the pain in her back: knees and elbows were red sore.

He marched past her to inspect the floor and she meekly followed. It was immaculate. Then he opened a cupboard door and from a box took out two eggs, placed one in each palm, walked up to Alice and held them in front of her and then slowly turned his hands upside down, sending the eggs splattering over the floor. Alice began to cry more than she had all evening.

"This floor is dirtier than when you started. It seems that the whipping post is now all that is left for you. You have ten minutes to clear this up. Each minute it takes you beyond ten will be an additional lash."

He left. Alice was crying so badly now her shoulders were shaking.

She returned just within the ten minutes, breathing very heavily. Her eyes were red and her face stained with tears. Her back, knees and elbows painfully sore.

"Come here," he called.

Alice shuffled towards him.

"There isn't a single thing you can do properly is there? You may be ugly but it is at least conceivable that you might possess other attributes but you don't do you? Do you?"

"No."

"I give you every chance to redeem yourself but you fail again and again. You are worthless. You have no right to occupy even the smallest space in this world." He stared into her eyes in order to elicit some response but none came.

"Well, the whipping post is all that you're now worth. I have informed the rest of the village. They're very excited. We've not seen a young woman flogged for some time. It's just the sort of thing to break up these long winter nights."

For the first time this evening Alice initiated a dialogue. "Please don't."

"Please don't what?"

"Please don't flog me. I'll do anything you ask."

Jim drew in his breath in order to fully express his incredulity and disbelief. "What in the world makes you think, that someone like you could do anything for someone like me? What is that 'anything'? Of course! Of course! I forgot. I said you couldn't do anything but you can, can't you? You can do "anything" and we all know what "anything" is don't we? It's lying on your back with your legs apart, isn't it? God, I'd forgotten the solitary talent you possess." The rest he spat out into her face. "What makes you think that a man like me, or any man for that matter, would get out his cock out within a mile of disease ridden harridan like you?"

She listened to this tirade without flinching, until he had finished, when all she could muster was, "It's not true, it's not true."

"I'm tired of this now," he said quickly, "your date with the whipping post can be postponed no longer."

He produced some cord from his pocket, slapped Alice's hands together and tied them. He then led her like an animal to the door of the basement and down the stairs: it was dark and freezing. He put on a dim light and led the naked and shackled woman to a low beam and tied her hands to it so that they were secured just above her head. She winced as the cords cut into her wrists. He thrust an old rag into mouth so that she would not bite her tongue; or so that she did not wake the neighbours with her screams.

Immediately in front of her she saw him remove a long, leather strap from a drawer. He raised it in the air and brought it down on the concrete floor with the most terrifying crack that was soon to cut deep into Alice's flesh.

He walked behind her to prepare himself for the first lash. Alice was shaking badly. Jim turned and began to walk quickly towards Alice's hanging body, raising the strap into the air as he did so. Then, suddenly, within a few paces of her shaking body, when the eyes were tight shut in dread of the first incision, he slowed right down, lowered his arm and let the strap fall from his grasp. He walked the last few steps towards her, put his hands gently on her ribs and kissed her on the back. He then pulled a loose cord on her hands that was holding all the other knots together. She had only to move her hands slightly and she was free. He quickly left the room.

Jim returned to his sitting room and put on some music. In a short while he heard the basement door open and close, followed by the small room next to it. Shortly, Alice entered, dressed again in her severe, efficient business clothes. A lovely smile spread across her face and Jim, not for the first time, thought, 'oh God, she's beautiful.' He smiled in return and asked, "All right?"

She looked relaxed and peaceful as though some pain that had been eating at her for hours had now abated.

"Yes, much, much better. Thank you so much, you are such a darling."

She went over to him and gave him an enormous hug. Even when she finished she remained close to him, effusive in her gratitude. "One day maybe, maybe, I'll be able to do something for you."

"Don't think about it, beautiful, your well being is all that matters."

She smiled, unable properly to express what such kindness meant to her.

"Actually," he said, apparently changing his mind, "there are two things you could do for me."

"What?" she replied with great curiosity.

He put his hand gently on either side of her head and said, "Firstly, I would like you to give up that job. Then when you've done that I'd like you to fall in love."

She gave a little chuckle, warmed by someone for whom you have great affection saying something so typical of their character.

"I'll work on it."

"You do that."

"Now I must go."

At the door she turned one more time and said, "Again, so many thanks." Blew him a kiss and left.

Jim locked the door behind her and felt sleep beginning to overwhelm him. But first he picked up the neat pile of shabby clothes that Alice had laid on the floor at the beginning of the session and returned them to the same room and same drawer where they were permanently kept. He did so with a slight weight in his heart because he knew that, sooner or later, they would be needed again.



Therapy After Hours



I'm a cook. I love my job. The heat, the pace, the pressure - all in a good day's work. If you've ever worked in a restaurant, you know how it can be. Tempers run high, but at the end of the day, all is forgotten.

At my particular restaurant (and I'm sure many others), closing is left up to one or two servers and a cook. Those nights are often slow, and afford a lot of time for socializing. Recently, my favorite nights have been closing with Natalie. We both got hired at the same time, but she went home for the summer. Then, 3 months later, she came back and she got HOT. So of course, I spent most of my long closing nights sitting out in the bar with Natalie, just bullshitting.

"Hey gorgeous, come here often?" I asked with a grin as I slid onto the barstool in my usual spot. That greeting always got a smile and a giggle.

"Hey stud, tough night?" came Natalie's typical response.

This little exchange, our nightly ritual, was just the tip of the iceberg of our flirting. It drove the guys nuts that she flirted with me and hardly batted an eye at them. What they didn't know was that we'd known each before. We went to school together. We were never close, but when we started working together, we instantly bonded.

"So what are you doing after work?" I asked.

"I got wind of a great after party at Therapy."

"Yeah? Looking for company?"

"You up for it?"

"Of course."

We would often accompany each other out, even though our taste in venues was often different. We'd go to clubs and parties with each other and if we ever couldn't get rid of an undesirable companion, we were each other's loophole. It was a handy, if somewhat cliché setup. Therapy was one of our favorite bars. Being one of the only bars open after hours, from 2am to 6am on Fridays and Saturdays (well, technically Saturdays and Sundays), it attracted crowds from both the straight and gay clubs looking for more party time. It was a good mix for both of us.

"Cruising for guys tonight or are you just looking to chill?"

"I could stand to get some," Natalie said with a wink.

"Well if that's an offer, I'm sure it can be arranged," I winked back.

"I wish MJ could hear this....I'd love to see the look on his face," said Jill from across the bar, referring to the cook with the biggest crush on Natalie.

"That boy needs to get laid more than any of us, I think. One of these days I'll be nice and teach him how to pick up girls," I said as I sipped on my 'cape codder, no vodka' (a.k.a. cranberry juice...no drinking on the job).

"Yeah, 'cause that's working so well for you," laughed Natalie as I threw a pretzel at her. 

"So I've had a dry spell. Picking up straight chicks isn't easy, ya know, and it's been a long time since you've been my wingman," I retorted, now dodging the pretzel I'd just thrown.

"Well, stud, start living up to your reputation!"

And on it went. This is how we passed the boring nights until closing. Then we bust ass for a half hour cleaning, and head out to whatever late night party we've chosen that week.

This week I was dressed in my tight low-rise Guess jeans and my "give blood play rugby" t-shirt, as if anyone needed further validation of my dyke-ness. I had a blazer in case it got chilly, but in mid-may it was unlikely. I'm a tall, thin, athletic type with very short red hair. I keep it that way mostly because of my job...it's a lot easier to keep it short enough so that I don't have to wear a hat. A lot cooler too. And I can cut it myself. I have 5 tattoos (well, 10 if you count all the Japanese words individually). I like to keep my body toned, and when I have time to work out I like to go rock climbing.

Natalie is pretty opposite. Long, chocolate brown hair and matching eyes, curves in all the right places, unbelievable cleavage. She wore her tight black serving pants (she says she makes more tips when her ass looks good) and a simple clingy red v-neck top. She could make simple looks like that look unbelievably sexy. It's hard not to stare - sometimes I still do, and then I get teased about it for days.

Jill, Natalie, and I walked through the parking lot together to where the employees park. At 1:30 in the morning, you can't be too careful. We said goodnight to Jill and Natalie and I headed to Therapy.

"Ready? You think you can keep up with me tonight?" asked Natalie as we walked into the club.

"Oh, I'll drink you under the table tonight. Better yet, I'll drink you into bed with me," I replied over the thump of the music.

"Oh really...we'll see about that..."

We walked up to the bar and I put my credit card on the counter as the bartender started on our usual - double southern comfort on the rocks and a bass for me, sambuca shot and a cosmo for Natalie. We started on our drinks and surveyed the room.

"Guy in the black blazer just gave you the twice-over," I said.

"Check out the hottie in the little school girl skirt...looks like she's wearing a garter belt," she said, knowing my weakness for garter belts.

"Mmmm...yeah. Straight. I tried that one 3 weeks ago."

"What about him? In the ripped jeans...oh what an ass!"

"Queer as a football bat honey."

"Damn. You know, you should just get a sex change. That would make my life so much easier."

"Hey, just because I don't have a penis doesn't mean I can't make your life easier."

"You keep trying....let's go dance." And off she went, pulling me on to the crowded floor. We had more drinks and danced for a while before she wandered off with the guy in the blazer. After 20 minutes I headed back to the bar, figuring that was it for the night...usually she'd have come for me already if she needed me. I had a couple more drinks when she suddenly appeared at my side again.

"Ok, so he's a loser. A very dense loser. Help." And she walked off. That was my cue, time to be the backup. I made my way over to the table they were at and she grabbed my hand.

"Oh, Jim. This is Ari, the girl I told you about."

"Right. Your....roommate? Pleasure," he said, shaking my hand.

Natalie pulled me down on the bench and put her hand in my lap. I tried to disguise my surprise and said, "yeah, my roommate."

"So what college do you two go to?"

"What?" I asked, "Oh...no...not that kind of roommate."

"Then what-" Jim started to ask but was distracted when Natalie grabbed my face and kissed me. I felt her tongue work its way deep into my mouth and again tried to hide my surprise. We'd kissed for effect before, but never with tongue.

"That kind of roommate," Natalie said when she broke the kiss. "Goodnight Jim, nice talking to you." And she motioned to me that we were leaving.

"Oh did you see his face? That was priceless!" Natalie laughed as she stumbled out of the club.

"Well it was nothing compared to the face I wanted to make when you put your tongue down my throat!"

"What, you didn't like kissing me?"

"No, I liked it a lot. I was exaggerating. But seriously, if you don't want me to follow you home and jump your bones, that was not the best plan of action."

"Well who says that's not what I want? Here - I'm not driving. Poor Jim bought me 5 more cosmos," Natalie said, handing me her keys and wobbling slightly. I stood there for a second, unsure of what to think, then helped her to the car.

I drove us to a diner - I had the drunk munchies and she needed to sober up some. We'd have to pick up my car the next day. After a little while, and a large stack of pancakes, Natalie stopped wobbling so much and started speaking more coherently, so I suggested we head to my place and she could sleep in my guest room.

We got to my place, and I went to take a shower. Natalie had been there enough to know her way around. When I got out of my shower I was surprised to find her sitting on my bed. I went into my closet to get ready for bed.

"So I've been thinking about that kiss..."

"Yeah?" I said as I pulled on boxers and a t-shirt. Natalie was already in (my) pajamas.

"Yeah. It was nice."

"Yeah, it was." I got into bed, and she got in next to me. My heart was pounding. I thought I must be dreaming. So many times I'd fought with myself to push aside my desire for her and reminded myself that she was my best friend. So many times I'd lie awake wishing I could have brought her home instead of some jackass from a club. And here she was.

"Maybe....maybe we could do it again?"

I searched her face for any signs that she was teasing me, or still drunk, and found nothing but burning lust in her eyes. She must have seen it in mine too, because she put her hand on my cheek and kissed me again. Slowly, deeply, her tongue explored every inch of my mouth. Then she broke the kiss and started laughing.

"What?"

"You always said you'd drink me into bed with you...and here I am."

"Here you are..." And this time I kissed her, massaging her tongue with my own, my hand going for the buttons on her (my) pajamas. I moved down her neck, leaving a wet trail of kisses as I went. I undid the buttons slowly and kissed each new bit of flesh that was revealed. She sat up and pulled the top off, and grabbed my face and kissed me hard.

"I want you..." she said between kisses.

Any hesitation I still had evaporated. I rolled her over so I was straddling her, still locked to her delicious mouth. Her hands were at my waist, tugging my shirt up. I let go of her lips long enough for her to pull my shirt off. Her hands trailed up my back, lighting my skin on fire. I leaned down to kiss her neck, starting at her ear and working down. I bit down slightly on her shoulder, at which she gasped. I kissed further down to her left nipple and took it between my teeth. I pulled on it gently and Natalie gasped louder, arching slightly off the bed. I licked little circles around her nipple, eliciting a moan from her lips before I bit down again, drawing another moan out of her. I licked my way over to the right nipple and started sucking on it. At this point Natalie's hand moved to the back of my head. She moaned and arched up into my mouth as my tongue flicked rapidly over her nipple.

I replaced my mouth with my hand, gently caressing both breasts and kissed my way up to her mouth again. I wanted to taste her so badly but I didn't want to rush. The look in her eyes told me she was ready and didn't want to wait. I got off the bed and said, "you need to be naked." She smiled and pulled of what remained of her clothing. God she was sexy. She looked at me and spread her legs, giving me a full view of her gorgeous shaved pussy. I climbed back onto the bed and kissed up her luscious legs, alternating from one thigh to the other. By the time I reached her pussy, her hips were rocking and I could see her glistening wetness.

"God, Ari, just eat me....Fuck I can't wait any longer!"

I was more than happy to oblige the beautiful woman in my bed. I lightly licked her pussy lips, my first taste. She tasted so sweet. I tickled her labia with the tip of my tongue just before plunging it as deep inside her as it would go. Natalie released an animal moan and thrust her cunt into my face. I reached up to massage her breasts as I fucked her with my tongue - in and out, as deep as I could go. I loved the sound of her moans. I replaced my tongue with 2 fingers which made her moan even louder. She certainly was a screamer. My tongue moved up to her clit and flicked little circles over it. I could feel her pussy walls clench around my fingers.

"Oh FUCK! I'm cumming!" Natalie screamed as I pumped my fingers in her pussy. I closed my mouth over her clit and sucked gently, flicking my tongue over it. Then her body tightened and she arched off the bed with a loud scream. I licked her clit until she pushed my head away.

She grabbed my head and pulled me up to kiss her. "Holy shit, that was amazing! Where did you learn that?"

"Practice."

"Oh my god you have the most incredible mouth..." and she kissed me again. When her breathing returned to normal, she flipped me over with a smile and said "your turn."

And with that she began kissing my neck, my chest, my stomach, then up to my right breast. She sucked my nipple into her mouth as her hand worked its way down my stomach. She pushed past my boxers, and I reached down to pull them off for her. Her fingers trailed lightly over my labia. She slowly pushed one finger inside of me and worked it around, massaging my walls. Soon it was joined by a second, thrusting in and out of my cunt. She kissed her way down my stomach and blew gently on my clit. She was driving me crazy. My hips were rocking against her hand and I was moaning her name loudly. She licked a slow circle around my clit, not making direct contact.

"Oh fuck Natalie, don't tease me anymore!"

"She licked my clit rapidly, back and forth, not relenting, causing my orgasm to build quickly. Her tongue moved faster and faster until my orgasm crashed over me, wave after incredible wave of pleasure hit me. Natalie licked me through at least two, I'm not sure, not stopping until I pulled her up next to me and kissed her, tasting myself on her lips.

"Are you sure you're new at that?"

Natalie laughed and said, "definitely my first time." And she lay down next to me and we drifted off to sleep.

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The next morning I woke up alone, which wouldn't have struck me except I was naked. The night before flooded back and I got a little worried, thinking Natalie may have freaked out.

I pulled on my boxers and t-shirt from the night before and went downstairs. I was comforted by the smell of coffee brewing.

"Hey stud, want some breakfast?" Natalie appeared from the kitchen, wearing my pajamas again.

"Yeah, smells good...I'm glad you're still here."

"You think I'd leave?"

"I wasn't sure. I'm not sure of many things that I thought I knew."

"Oh. Right."

"I mean, we had a good balance...a good friendship...and I'm not upset about anything. I just worry that you might be."

"Well I realized last night, when we kissed, that there was no reason it couldn't be you...in fact you were the reason I couldn't find a decent guy. I liked what we had so much that I didn't want anyone to come between us."

"So...what happens now?"

Natalie walked over and sat on my lap, put her arms around my neck and kissed me ever so gently and said, "well, I'd love to be your girlfriend."

I looked in her eyes and she took my breath away, I was incapable of speech. So I kissed her slowly and passionately. She understood my answer.

"Excellent. Now, how about some breakfast?"

I ate my fill of French toast and bacon and coffee and then pushed my chair back from the table. I watched Natalie finish off her plate. Her hair was slept in and her makeup from the night before was a bit streaked, and my pajamas were entirely too big for her - and she was more beautiful than ever. She caught me staring and flashed me her incredible smile.

"Well," I said, "that was good. I'm going to take a shower. Then we have to go get my car, and you have to go to work." 

"Are you kidding? I'm not going to work. I traded with Jill, I'm working for her tomorrow. Today it's all you and me baby."

I laughed as I walked to the bathroom for my shower. 

After a nice hot shower I headed back to my bedroom. Natalie was sitting on my bed again, looking like the cat that ate the canary.

"What did you do?" I asked walking over to the bed.

"You know what would be really hot?"

"Um...120 degree weather?"

"No...You know how I always loved you in drag?"

"Yes...but hon, that takes a while to do..."

"No, I don't want you in drag. But I do think it would be hot if you wore this," she said, pulling out my strap-on. She must have found my box o' fun. 

I took the strap on from her and kissed her on the lips lightly, "all day?" 

"As long as I can stand, then I'll drag you back here and fuck you silly."

"Ok," I said, putting it on and adjusting the straps, "what are we doing today?" The dildo she chose was one of the smaller ones they sell for harnesses - 7 ½", and it had an extension that went below the harness to go inside me, so that I enjoy using it as much as the woman I'm using it on. This was certainly going to be an interesting day.

"Well Jill wants us to come by for lunch, and I need to go shopping for my sister's birthday party, so that's a start."

Natalie showered and we got ready to go out. Lucky for me she's a dress-and-go kind of girl, doesn't spend too much time getting ready. After the quick run to and from the club to get my car, we were on our way to the party store. Shopping with Natalie was an interesting experience. When nobody was looking she would fondle my crotch, which only heightened my constant arousal from the dildo inside of me. We had to get all the basic party supplies - streamers and balloons and all that jazz. Her sister was turning 24, but Natalie had chosen to do a kids party with a twist. She was getting ice cream cake and pizza and everything you'd expect at a kid's party, but what her sister didn't know was that it was going to be a sex toy party as well. You know, with one of those companies that send representatives out with trunkloads of sex toys and they go to your house and show them all. I found the whole idea pretty funny.

A couple hours later we were finally done and went for lunch. We sat in a booth with Jill, who joined us on her break. Once again, Natalie's hand went straight for my crotch. She slowly stroked the dildo which made the one inside me move rhythmically. I hoped Jill couldn't tell what was happening, and by her steady conversation with Natalie, I was pretty sure she couldn't. After we ate, I excused myself to the bathroom. I went upstairs to the employee bathroom - it was cleaner and besides, I didn't really want to deal with walking into a women's bathroom with an obvious bulge in my pants.

When I walked out, Natalie was waiting for me in the break room. Without a word I grabbed her hand and let her over to the "cage" - what we call our dry storage area. It's pretty much exactly that, a cage that locks, inside there's shelves of all our dry goods like cans, napkins, take-out containers, etc. It's not exactly secluded, but it's easy enough to hide.

She was thinking the same thing I was, because as soon as we got to the far corner, she unzipped my pants and lifted her skirt. I lifted her up and she guided the dildo into her pussy. She must have been thinking something like this would happen because she wasn't wearing any underwear. She wrapped her legs tightly around me and grabbed onto a shelf as I started thrusting the dildo in and out of her. I was so aroused already that it was all I could do to stifle my moans.

"Oh my god I've wanted your cock all day," she whispered, her lips brushing against my ear. She started moaning very softly in my ear with every thrust, and I could feel my orgasm building. Then, suddenly, she stopped. She lifted herself off and straightened her skirt and said "I've got a better idea, come on."

She walked out of the cage and went and opened her locker. She got her keys and opened up the manager's office (all closers have keys to it, just in case). I closed the door behind me and she sat down on the desk, spreading her legs wide. I knelt down in front of her and dove into her cunt. I licked her clit furiously, and hoped nobody came upstairs as her moans got louder and louder.

"Fuck! I want you inside me now! OH!"

I stood up and guided the dildo inside of her hot pussy. I kissed her hard and she worked her hands up my shirt and pushed my bra aside. She pinched and rolled both nipples as I fucked her hard and fast.

"Cum with me, baby, OH I'm so close!" She moaned.

I thrust a few more times and her legs stiffened around me. Her cries of pleasure as her orgasm hit her was enough to push me over the edge. My pussy clamped around the dildo and I shuddered as a huge orgasm rushed through my body. As we came down from the orgasm, I pulled the dildo out of her, and then took my pants off so I could pull it out of me. I was too sensitive to leave it in any longer. Natalie took it from me and licked it clean and put it in her purse. I put my pants back on and we left, locking up the office just as the second shift started arriving. We looked at each other and laughed as we walked out and headed back to my apartment.



Therapy and Hotel Rooms



I had been in therapy for three months and had just come to the realization that I was in actual fact attractive to women. I'd spent the last twenty-six years thinking women had only been interested in me for money (That I didn't have.) felt sorry for me or in some way or had ulterior motives for wanting to be with me. However it turns out I'm sexy!

Times that girls had quickly turned away from me when I looked in their direction wasn't because they had realised what an ugly git I was, it's because I'm sexy and make some people feel self-conscious because of it. To think it only took my therapist to knock me about the head with a big, heavy book to make me see sense. Her words were something like. "When I first met you, you struck me as being amazingly self-aware but it has been a struggle for you to accept that you're attractive."

This was the first day with my new self-awareness; it felt good. So good I thought I'd take the day off work. I'd called in sick. Now I could strut about all day revelling in it. Indulgent of me maybe but I thought I had it coming.

I thought an early lunch would be a good idea so I headed to a little café in the nearby shopping centre. It was one of those self-service places where you walk along with a tray selecting you own meal. Not really busy yet but it had a quiet buzz of private conversations about the room. I got myself a tray and began picking my way along the counter.

The whoosh of steam from the espresso machine bought back memories of my Mum taking my sisters and I into cafés as children. I always liked to eat the little packets of sugar cubes that would be on the table. Mum always said I'd get diabetes if I ate to many of them. It's a shame this place didn't have red formica tables I'd have been transported back in time.

As I got near to the cashier I could hear her conversation with a very attractive woman paying for her food.

"What should I do? He's very good-looking but I think he's a bit shy. Do you think I should ask him?" The attractive woman was saying as I moved my tray up next to hers.

They both looked at me. I smiled then busied myself with finding my wallet.

"What would you do?" Asked the cashier, looking at me for an answer.

"What would I do about what?" I replied as if I hadn't been listening.

"What would you do if Beth here asked you out for a drink?"

This is the point where in the past I'd have gone bright red, mumble something stupid, then shuffled off thinking they where making fun of me. Not today!

"I'd ask where she was taking me."

"Really? You'd like being asked out by a woman?" Beth asked.

"Are you kidding? I can't think of anything better than being asked out for a drink by a sexy woman." Then I handed over my money and asked the casher if my coffee could be bought over to me. I winked then moved off to find a table.

Maybe the wink and the sexy bit were over the top but they both had big grins as I left. When my coffee arrived Beth had brought it over.

"Do you mind if I sit with you?" She asked.

"No, by all means, please sit." I said managing to keep my cool.

She was so good looking. Older than me in her late thirties I'd guess, red hair and a sharp but delicate face. I tried to act as if this happened to me every day.

"Would you?" she asked "Like to go out for a drink I mean?" Looking strait into my eyes with an unwavering stare that made me feel slightly uneasy.

"Sure I'd love to. When are you free?"

"How about today?" She said with a shy, mischievous, smile.

I laughed a little at this, it was the look on her face. Here was someone whom I thought was very sophisticated, at lest ten year my senior, looking like a naughty schoolgirl.

"I'm not busy today... Why not." I was trying to play it like I wasn't about to shout and jump for joy. Bliss, I think they call it?

"Where would you like to go for this drink?" I asked as nonchalantly as I could.

The schoolgirl look widened across her handsome face. Her eyes grow in size again. "How about a hotel. Down on the seafront?"

I was slightly stunned. I'm not used to being propositioned. I just looked at her for a moment, astonished. She started to look uncomfortable and shifted in her seat. I had to say something fast or she would bolt.

"I'm sorry, I'm not used to beautiful women asking me to hotels. I think it's a great idea." She looked relieved.

"I don't ask lots of men. This is my first time." She was trying to cover her self. I felt for her. It takes a lot to approach someone. I can only imaging what it was like for a woman. Our society is still hung up on old stereotypes.

"It's O.K. you don't have to explain. I know how you're feeling."

"Not exactly you don't" She look inspecting her fingernails. "I've only been with one man, my ex-husband, so this is a big step for me." Her hands where shaking slightly as she talked.

I reached over and took her hands in mine. "I'm Steven by the way, nice to meet you Beth. Shall we get out of here?" She nodded and we got up together and left the café.

It was a bright spring morning outside. The sun was fairly low and shining in our eyes as we walked arm in arm down the street to the car park. Beth wanted to take her car which was fine by me as I don't have one.

We talked as Beth drove though the growing midday traffic to the seafront. It was not far, about two miles or so. I think we where both feeling a little apprehensive. She told me how her ex-husband had been the man on top type. In eighteen years of marriage it had never altered and seemed to permeate though their whole relationship. Finally she'd had to leave him, feeling her life was wasting away. That was a year ago now and she was still waiting for things to liven up.

We arrived out side one of those big, white, Victorian hotels that are in most seaside towns around Britain. Beth and I walked up the steps into the lobby. It was very well decorated. I knew it had been renovated last year and they had made a good job of it. We found our own way to the room having no luggage. Beth and I both giggled about the rye smile on the pretty receptionist face as we wound our why though the corridors.

Beth opened the door. It was a very regal looking room, all gold gilt and velvet. I shut the door behind us and pushed her up against the wall kissing her as deeply as I could, while lifting her bare leg and running my hand up the out side of it to her cheeks. Grabbing a handful of her delicious ass, I could feel she had on a thong. I ran my finger down the string between her cheeks to her wet pussy. Her pubic hair was so soft to the touch.

"Mmmmmmmmmm." Was all she said, unbuckling my jeans as she did. They dropped to the floor and I peeled my T-shirt off. I was naked. I never wear underwear of any kind, it always feels to constricting.

Beth had pulled her dress off over her head. That red hair was now a little tussled, adding to her appeal. She had simple white cotton bra and knickers on but she made it look so good. I didn't know where to begin.

Sinking to my knees I pulled her thong down to the floor. She stepped out of it and I got my first look at her amazing cunt. The hair was every bit a vibrant as the hair on her head. It was setoff by beautiful pale skin. There was me all this time thinking she had to have dyed her hair. I didn't think anyone had hair that colour. It was such a bright and vibrant shade of red. I was just about to dive in, tongue-a-blazing when she pulled me up.

"Please no. No one's ever done that to me before." She said timidly.

"Then it's about time someone did. Don't worry, what happens here, stays here. Let your self go. Trust me."

I gave her a smile then lifted her up. Beth wrapped her legs around my waist. I carried her over and laid her down on the edge of the bed. Getting on to my knees I pushed her legs apart. Her lips opened themselves up as I moved her legs. Fuck it was beautiful. I could not wait to taste her and left foreplay to the one side.

She was sweet. I licked the length of her wet lips. The sound of her gasps started to play in my ears. I eased her outer lips open with my thumbs and ran my tongue around the inside of them. To my surprise she peed a little as I did this, right into my mouth.

"I'm so sorry. I don't what happened." She was mortified. Her face was a picture.

She tried to get up. I smiled at her, pushed her back down and dived between her legs thrusting my tongue into her, wet and now hot lips, pushing it as far into her as I could.

"But... but this is so dirty. Oooooohhhhhhh, so fucking dirty." Her hands were pulling my head onto her cunt as she spoke. Beth started to pee onto my face.

This was new ground for me. No one had pissed in my face before. I was loving it and so was she. I tried to get as much as I could into my mouth but everything was getting drenched. My face, Beth's pussy, her thighs and the bed. I reached a hand up under her bra and twisted a nipple.

"Fuck... Fuck... Fuck, fuck, fuck. I'm coming, I'm coming!!!!" She was howling and digging her nails into my scalp as the orgasm shook her.

I wasn't going to give her any time to recover. Getting up, I lifted her legs over my shoulders and slowly eased my cock into her. The feeling of that beautiful, wet, cunt gripping my cock was ecstasy. Watching her face as I pushed in and out of her was giving me an extra thrill. Every time the head of my cock touched her cervix she would shake a little, her face would contort with a twisted smile.

"I want you to get on your knees then open yourself for me." I told her as I pulled out.

Beth didn't hesitate. She flipped over and got onto her knees head down on the bed, reaching back with her hands ether side of her ass. Her fingers pulled those succulent lips as far apart as possible. Words cannot describe how fucking sexy this looked. I moved onto the bed behind her and rubbed my cock over Beth's dripping wetness.

It was no good I needed to be inside her, fucking her as hard as I could. She exploded as I pushed my entire length onto her. I didn't care how fast I came. Fucking Beth hard was all I cared about as I grabbed hold of her hips. She was shouting out her approval louder than I had ever heard anyone before. I heard my own voice adding to hers as if I was outside of my body. Beth was pushing back into me and shouting out as she did.

"Fuck me Steven, fuck me hard."

I did not need encouragement. I knew I was close. The pressure was building in me. Beth must have felt this too.

"Don't cum in me. I want to taste it, I want it in my mouth." She was begging. This increased the build-up within me. I was going to erupt.

I pulled out of her. She pushed me onto my back and fell onto my dick, smothering it with her mouth, sucking the helmet and squeezing the base of it with both hands. That was it. I came in her mouth holding nothing back. Her eyes bulged and she gagged, a little Semen came out of her nose, she lifted her head and coughed but then went strait back to sucking my cock. My whole body was awash with pins and needles. I couldn't speak. All I could manage was a big soppy smile.

I had to stop Beth sucking my cock it was just too intense for me. My legs would not stop jerking about and I was so glad I was already lying down. She moved up the bed into my arms. We lay there in a dishevelled state. I'm not sure for how long we where both silent and still. When I did try to speak all I could manage was a strange gurgling sound from the back of my throat. She kissed my nipple then became still again.

I advise every one to consider therapy.



Therapy at the Shack



"I've come to see what ails you," Betty said to her sister Paula.

"Why, what's supposed to be ailing me?" Paula replied, puzzled.

"That is precisely what I've come to find out. Ivan dropped by the other day and he seemed really concerned about you."

"Ivan is always concerned about me," Paula said.

"Well who's the lucky girl then? There are a lot of mothers who would just love to have their sons concerned about them."

"Yes, I know Betty, but when Ivan gets worried about me I get worried about him because he's worried about me."

"Circular," Betty said.

"What?"

"Circular, you and Ivan are going round in circles worrying about each other. You're like a couple of lovers mooning over each other."

"We are not" Paula said hotly, "and anyway, didn't you and David go round in circles worrying about each other?"

Betty laughed and said, "Yes, but we broke the circle."

"How?"

"Never mind, I've come to find out if Ivan is right, that you're not so good."

"Oh, it's just a bit of stress Betty, work I suppose, I haven't had a break since...do you know I can't really remember when."

"Not since you took a week off after the divorce. Well I've arrived with just the medicine for you."

"What?" 

"You leave that crazy counselling centre for a month, you leave all those mixed up clients and get right away, if you don't you'll end up as your own client."

"Or a client of one of the other counsellors," Paula said ruefully.

"Then here is Dr. Betty's remedy," her sister said. "With the university long vacation coming up David and I were planning on spending a month at the shack, and that's where Ivan came in. This is what is going to happen, you and Ivan are going to come with us and have a lovely relaxing time."

"But Betty, I can't do that, I have to..."

"No argument, you'll do as big sister tells you for once. Seriously, if you go on the way you are then you'll end up having to get professional help."

Paula sighed and said, "You're right of course, I'm reaching burn out point, I'm working longer and longer hours and counselling less and less efficiently."

"Right, that's settled," Betty said cheerfully. "You tell those slave drivers at the counselling centre you're taking a month's leave and off we all go for sun, sand, sea and fun, it'll be like the old days when we were kids, and don't let them talk you out of it."

"I won't," Paula said," catching Betty's cheerful mood.

"Hey, it'll be better than when we were kids," Betty chortled.

"How?"

"Use your imagination, girl," Betty said, a slightly lascivious note in her voice, "we'll be going with a couple of hunks. Can't you see it, two middle aged divorcees with a couple of nineteen year old..."

"Sons," Paula interrupted reproachfully."

"Well, we can't have it all," Betty laughed, "but while we're there I shall ply my trade on you; you should be coming to me for a massage every week anyway."

"I know," Paula said, "it's just a matter of time."

"For a whole month you shall have time and massage dear sister," Betty replied brightly.





* * * * * * * * 

The shack was a curious place. An original fisherman's shack built in the late nineteenth century it had been bought by Betty and Paula's parents early in their marriage. In those days it had consisted of living area combined with a kitchen and a curtained off area serving as the sole bedroom. As first Betty and soon after Paula, arrived on scene and there had been additions built, and some modern conveniences added.

The original cottage now served as a sizable central living area, the additions were a kitchen and bathroom at the back of the old shack, and two bedroom wings on either side of the central space, each wing having two bedrooms. 

When David and Ivan were young children, and before the sisters divorced their husbands, the whole family would gather at various times of the year for what Betty had called, "Sun, sea, sand and fun." After the death of their parents and then the divorces, Betty, Paula, and their sons had somehow given up going to the shack. 

In the days when the shack had been regularly used Betty's husband and son had used one bedroom wing, while Paula's used the other unless their elderly parents were also there, in which case a sofa bed was used in the central area. 

* * * * * * * *

On arrival Betty and David automatically went to the wing they had always occupied, and Paula and Ivan to their accustomed wing. There was settling in time, and as the shack had not been used for some time there was the removal of dust, spider's webs and a search for signs of invading rodents (none), and a walk down the track to the beach to make sure the sea was still there, which it was; this was handy because Betty in her four wheel drive off road had towed the fishing runabout. In addition Betty had brought her portable massage table for what she called, "Operation Paula." This was set up in the central area.

The first two days saw the boys getting the fishing runabout started, and the women taking beach walks and swimming. It was on the third day at breakfast that Betty said, "Right, today we start Operation Paula."

The boys said that as the sea was suitable they would do some fishing and departed. Betty urged Paula onto the massage table.

With a pillow under her head Paula lay naked on her stomach. Betty, wearing only a loose fitting smock produced a bottle of massage oil and put some on her hands. She began with Paula's shoulders and commented, "My God girl, I haven't felt tension like this in a long time."

"I know," Paula said lethargically as she revelled in the gentle kneading of Betty's hands, "I just don't seem to be able to relax; at times I ache all over."

"Small wonder," Betty said, as she gradually worked her way down Paula's back to her legs and feet. 

"That feels so good," Paula said languidly as she started to experience the benefit of the massage. 

"Yes, so turn over so I can massage your front."

Paula turned over to lie on her back and Betty began again with her shoulders. As she gently released the tension she said, "You know Paula, you've got the body of a girl half your age."

"Don't be ridiculous," Paula murmured as she gave herself up to Betty's ministrations, "I'm thirty nine and look it."

"Nonsense," Betty said firmly, "these are the finest pair of breasts I've had in front of me for ages; your only trouble is that you've been so tense lately," Betty assured her. "I think I know what your trouble is, because I see it all the time in women our age."

"What...? Oh that feels nice."

"I thought it would," Betty said. "Remember how we used to do this for each other when we were teenagers?" She had ceased massaging Paula's shoulders and was using a finger to stimulate Paula's clitoris.

"Mmm, yes," Paula quavered, "Don't stop darling."

"Your trouble is sexual tension. Back in our teen years we were horny couple of girls, and bringing each other to orgasm was fine, but in the end what we really needed was a man."

"Yes, and look at what we got – don't stop Betty – you got a drunkard and I got a gambler."

"Yes, well, we were young and –is that the right spot darling?" 

"Mmm," Paula murmured. 

"As I was saying," Betty continued, "we were young and you make mistakes when you're young."

"If only we'd known – that feels lovely darling – what we know now, we'd have chosen differently. It's a shame you understand things so much better when it's – oh...oh...oh darling - too late."

"What do you mean, 'too late'? We're at our best at our age, especially you with your looks and body. You need a man." 

"A man!" Paula exclaimed loudly, "No thanks I would have thought we'd both had enough of men."

"Not me," Betty said, "and if you're honest neither have you. Neither of us are meant to live like nuns, or how nuns are supposed to live. Just think of all those horny young guys just waiting to get their penises into our pussies."

"What – ow...oh...don't stop – young men?"

"Haven't you heard," Betty said, "there are young guys on the hunt for older women, they think we're better performers in bed than the young girls."

"Well I haven't met any young guys on the hunt for me."

"Then you're not looking," Betty admonished, giving Paula's clitoris a sharp pinch.

"Eeeeow," Paula cried out, "that hurt."

"Serves you right for being so dumb," Betty said, "but you never could see what was right under your nose."

"What do you mean – God I think I'm going to come – faster darling, I'm co..."

"Dave wants to know if we've brought a...a...oh Jesus I'm sorry."

Ivan had burst into the room and stopped dead when he saw what was happening. 

Unhurriedly Betty withdrew her finger from Paula's clitoris; Paula grabbed a towel and covered herself as best she could, and Ivan started to back out of the room.

"No you don't young man," Betty commanded, "you'll stay right here, you're just the one I need."

"Wer-what fer-for," Ivan stammered.

"To help massage your mother of course you silly boy."

"Ber-but I der-don't ner-know how to..."

"Then you can learn," Betty snapped. "She needs a regular massage but can't be bothered to come to me when we're back home, so you can do it for her."

Betty went to the top of the table behind Paula's head and taking hold of the towel started to remove it from Paula's breasts.

Paula made a grab for it saying, "Don't Betty don't..."

"Shut up Paula, stop making such a fuss, you're grown woman not a wilting little virgin."

Betty eased the towel down to expose Paula's breasts. "Come here," she ordered Ivan. 

Bewildered Ivan made his way to the top of the table to stand beside Paula. Pointing to Paula's breasts she said, "What do you think of these."

"Ther-they're ber-beautiful...ser-sorry mum..."

"Sorry, what are you sorry for? One of the jobs of a masseur is to make the client feel good about them selves, and saying a female client has beautiful breasts does just that doesn't it?"

"I...er...ser-suppose so."

"What do you say Paula, does Ivan saying you've got beautiful breast make you feel good?" 

Paula, having been brought close to orgasm by Betty's clitoral stimulation gasped, "Yes, yes it does."

"Then you're going to feel even better. Ivan, hold out your hands." 

Betty picked up the bottle of massage oil and poured a little onto his hands. "Now massage your mother's breasts."

"Ber-but I..."

"What's the matter, afraid to touch your mother, just do it, and be gentle, look I'll show you."

Betty began with both hands cupping the base of one of Paula's breasts and started to stroke upward towards its nipple. "Like that and do it to both breasts but one at a time."

Ivan hesitated for a few moments and then gingerly started to stroke Paula's breasts."

"Does that feel good Paula?" Betty asked.

"Oh yes," Paula said her voice even more tremulous.

Betty began to massage Paula's scalp saying, "I'm going to tell you two a little story, and keep on massaging those breasts Ivan.

Betty commenced her story. "Once upon a time there was a small family, father, mother and son. The father was a gambler and he kept losing the mother's money that she worked hard for as well as losing his own his own money. One day – don't interrupt Paula, and Ivan, keep on massaging – one day the mother decided she'd had enough of this sort of life and so she divorced her husband – I told you not to interrupt Paula."

"As I was saying, she divorced her husband. The mother and son now lived together, but here's the important thing; during all the time of the mother's trouble with her husband her son had been a wonderful support because he loved his mother and she loved him." 

"Now the mother was a very horny woman who really needed a lot of sex, and the son was a very potent young man, and living together the way they did they fell crazy in love with each other but never said anything about it."

"The mother being without a man to fuck her started to suffer sexual stress and this got worse and worse until she was in danger of becoming really sick. The son was very concerned about his mother's health and spoke to his aunt about it. The aunt decided she had to do something, and so she invited the mother and son to go with her to a seaside shack they had, where she hoped to bring mother and son together."

"The aunt was a masseuse and so she used her massage skills to get her sister sexually roused, and then she intended to try and persuade her to fuck with her son. She was just at the point of doing this when the son came unexpectedly into the room where the massage was taking place." 

"The aunt saw a golden opportunity and seized it. She persuaded the mother to let her son see her breasts, and got him to massage them. The poor boy was only wearing swimming shorts and the aunt saw how quickly he got an erection and the head of his penis was sticking up above the top of the shorts – all right Paua nearly finished - and the aunt said to her sister, 'If you turn your head you can see how that poor son of your's wants to fuck you so badly because he thinks you're about the most beautiful woman in the world, and I know you want him to;' and that's the story."

* * * * * * * *

There was a profound silence for nearly half a minute before Betty burst out, "For God's sake, what else have I got to do? You two are in crazy in love; you want to fuck each other, so get on with it. You Paula, open your legs, and you Ivan, take those shorts off and get on that table. I've done two thirds of the job for you; you came to me concerned about your mother and now I'm telling you that sex therapy is the best thing for her, so get on with it."

Ivan looked at his mother and said, "Mum do you...?"

Having been stimulated by Betty and Ivan, Paula was almost beside herself with lust, "Oh God yes darling, yes, you can't leave me in this state, you couldn't be so cruel."

Betty stood at the top of the table watching how events unfolded. Ivan got on top of Paula and taking his penis in her hand she guided it into her vagina. As Ivan thrust deep into her Paula squealed and Ivan groaned. They seemed to become oblivious to everything around them, including Betty. 

Betty however was not oblivious of them and her efforts to bring about the situation had taken its toll. Her vagina was leaking love juice like a dripping tap, her nipples extended and eyes dilated when salvation burst into the room in the shape of Dave.

"Ivan what the hell are you doing I've been waiting...oh my God." He stared at the scene before him, but not for long. Betty almost leapt upon him saying, "Fuck me you beast, fuck me."

As she tore Dave's swimming shorts off he protested, "But mum, I fucked you in bed this morning and..."

"Never mind about that, fuck me now or I'll go mad." 

She tore off her smock and giving Dave a mighty shove he fell back of the divan. The sight of Paula and Ivan fucking had given him quick fire erection, and Betty leapt on top of him and inserting his penis in her vagina she started to ride him.

For a while the room was filled with the cries and howls of copulating couples until finally the noise died away, with only the sound of heavy breathing to be heard.

Slowly Betty withdrew from Dave, her vagina dripping his cum mingled with her own juice. She recalled that Ivan had started to ask something when he had first entered the room and so in a languid voice she asked, "Did you boys want something?"

There was a pause and then Dave said with equal lethargy, "We couldn't find the anchor for the boat and so we..."He jumped up crying out, "My God, the boat..." and still naked he tore out of the room in the direction of the beach. 

Ivan pulled his penis out of Paula, nearly fell off the massage table and recovering fled after Dave.

The two women, Paula on the massage table and Betty on the divan, lay on their sides looking at each other. Paula's vagina was oozing more sperm than Betty's because Dave had fucked Betty earlier and Ivan's was a first time ejaculation into his mother.

"You let David fuck you," Paula said. 

"Oh yes," Betty replied casually, "we've been lovers since not long after the divorce. There seemed to be no point in wasting time being frustrated when I had a horny guy waiting to fuck me, not like some people. As a matter of fact I think I'm six weeks."

"Six weeks what?"

"Pregnant of course."

"You don't mind?"

"No, not at all, we've had a lot of fun getting me that way."

Betty heard an indrawn breath from Paula.

"What's the matter, not on the pill?"

"No, and we didn't use anything else."

"So you could be lucky and get pregnant.

"Yes, I suppose so, just so long as we have as much fun getting there as you say you and David have." 

"You will," Betty assured her; "it's the best therapy for you." 

* * * * * * * *

For those of you curious about such matters I can tell you that what sent Ivan and Dave rushing off to the beach was the boat and a rising tide. They had failed to find the anchor in the boat and so Ivan had gone back to the house to ask if Betty knew where it was. The intervention of sex had caused boat and anchor to be temporarily forgotten, and by the time the boys got back to the beach the boat was floating some distance off. It took a bit of swimming and towing to get the boat back to the beach. The anchor, which had not been brought with them, was finally found hanging up in the old shed near the house.

For the next month sons and mothers occupied the same beds, but then, Betty and David had done that for a long time. I have received a few hints that during that month of their stay at the shack sex partners were occasionally swapped for the night; but as Betty had said they were there to have fun, and surely sexual intercourse counts as fun?

Finally, on their return home Paula was able to announce that she thought she was pregnant. Something that has never been talked about is the possibility – just a possibility - that it was David who impregnated her on one of his few nights with her.

Betty had been right, sex, especially with Ivan, was the best therapy for Paula, and she is now stress free at least where her sexual needs are concerned, since sexual intercourse between mother and son is a daily event – if not twice daily.

Currently both women are hoping they will give birth to daughters since they have already experienced sons.



Therapy Ch. 01



They were high school sweet hearts. She was the cheerleader and he the football jock. Her name was Debra, she hated 'Debbie" and his David. Their friends called them double D. A bit of a reference to her ample chest and their overt sexuality. No one was surprised when they married right after graduation and moved away from the cold of Iowa to California. They had no real skills but both were willing to work hard and neither would admit to high school being their 'glory days'. Both wanted the world and were ready to work for it.

David had worked summers on construction crews and an uncle of his had a residential building crew in the Bay Area. He started as a gopher on the crew and with his skills and intelligence he made project manager by age thirty and was responsible for their custom high end homes. He bought and remodeled a nice home in the Santa Cruz mountains. Debra had worked in retail; with her good looks and great personality she did well at the nicer stores at the Valley Faire Mall. She wanted more for herself and she went to school, working both schedules around each other. She became a physical therapist and her and a girlfriend opened their own office in Los Gatos. They had a group of doctors who referred to them and kept busy. They lived a comfortable lifestyle, even in the high priced Silicone Valley.

They had made many friends and when they found time they loved to party. Both kept in good shape and they decided to hold off on children until their late thirties. They would visit family in Iowa on Thanksgiving and tried to make their vacations special so they could rekindle their love.

Their sex life was good, neither being afraid to experiment or discuss their fantasies. David would often talk about Debra being a slut for other men. She would help his fantasies by pretending he was someone else or tell him how she fucked one of her clients. She would describe how he had a huge cock and she had come under its spell and would do whatever he commanded. Debra admitted she had a fantasy of serving a well endowed man. David rented hard core videos and they both found videos staring an Italian named Rocco to be their favorites. Whenever David rented his newest movie he knew he was into a hot night of sex.

This porn star wasn't really good looking, but he was in good shape and well hung. He also treated women in a very dominant manner. He would fuck their mouths with little concern of their comfort. He slapped their asses and tits, spit in their mouths and would force his cock into their mouth right after using their assholes. Debra knew this was reprehensible behavior but it also affected her at some basic level, She would throw her husband out if he treated her like that but deep inside she found herself wondering what it would be like to be completely sexually submissive to a man. 

David knew these things intrigued her so he would bring them into their lovemaking. He would tell her how Rocco was in town and needed some deep muscle therapy. How she would have to give him his therapy in in a mini skirt and heels. They would both talk about what he did to her and their sex reached higher levels than usual. These special sessions were saved for when they had time to spend the day in bed. David would never act out these fantasies; it was not his nature to be rough with women, but he would relish talking about it and imagining it. He one time broached the subject with Debra.

"Would you like to find someone with a big cock and be his slut for a day?" he asked after they finished their lovemaking.

Debra sat up in bed, the sheet falling from her breasts. The cold air causing the nipples to stiffen. "Really do it. I don't know Honey. If Roccoo was here a few minutes ago I would have fucked him in a minute," she smiled and continued "but if you are asking me do I want to go out and find a hung stud and let him use me, I don't think so."

"What if it happened, by chance. Would you act on it?"

"I wouldn't ever do anything to risk our marriage. Ever."

He smiled and pulled back the sheet showing her his hard cock. "Well, if it ever does happen don't worry about me. I would not mind at all."

She laughed and bent over engulfing his cock in one motion. She looked up and said, "My 'little Rocco sure seems to like the idea."

From that day on David thought of trying to figure a way of making it happen. He knew it was probably just a dream but maybe with his help he could make it a reality. When he was alone he searched internet sites and even got to the point where he exchanged photos of Debra, with her face blocked out, with men who seemed to fit the bill. It never went beyond that, though. David was afraid someone they didn't know could blow up in his face.

A few months later David was working out in his gym and was spotting a guy he had worked out with before. His name was Frank and he was a well built nice guy. A little pushy and aggressive for David but a good work out buddy. David usually worked out and headed home to shower but today he had a meeting and planned to change at the gym. He had forgot his shoes and called Debra to ask her to drop them off on her way to work.

He saw her drive up and he excused himself from the work out and met her at the door. At thirty she was still a very sexy woman. She stood about five foot six and had shoulder length brown hair. She had long legs and firm upright breasts. Her full lips gave her an Angolina Jolie look and even though she wasn't dressed up she turned the head of many of the men in the gym. Including Frank.

After David took his shoes to the locker he returned to Frank to finish their set. Frank asked him about Debra.

"Who was that you were talking to. She was a real looker."

"That is my wife Debra," David answered.

"Sorry, Bud. I didn't know. You are one lucky guy. No offense but I'd love a piece of that."

David laughed, "No offense taken, she is a beautiful woman. You are right I am a lucky guy."

They finished the work out and both went to shower. David came out of the stall first and was drying off when Frank emerged. David stopped for a second and stared. Frank's cock swung as he walked towards him. It was easily six inches soft and very thick. Below it swung two very large testicles, the size of tennis balls. Frank stopped and stood in front of David for a few seconds before David realized he was aware of his stare.

"That's okay. I get that a lot. Guys stare at it wondering how big it is hard and most imagine their girlfriends or wives touching it."

"Sorry, no I wasn't, well I was staring but...never mind."

Frank laughed and turned around and began to dry off. They finished dressing and said their good byes and headed off to work. David thought of little else that day. He kept seeing Debra on her knees with Frank towering over her.

They continued their work outs together and nothing was mentioned about their exchange in the locker room. David would occasionally glimpse at Frank's crotch and could often make out the outline of his cock under his workout shorts. One day Frank asked David if he would like to get a cup of coffee. David's schedule was flexible that morning so they both walked down to the corner Starbucks and sat in the early morning sunlight.

Frank asked how Debra was and asked what she did for a living. He asked if they had children and about how they met. David answered all the questions and finally he spoke to Frank about what he had been thinking.

"Frank, this may be, well I am pretty sure it is," he laughed, " a bit personal. I know you find my wife good looking, and well I was wondering..."

"What, are you into swinging. Hell, yes I would love to join in. I have done quite a few threesomes and really enjoy it."

"No, not exactly. What I meant......"

"You aren't looking at me and you. Listen David I am straight as the proverbial arrow."

"No. Me too. Never." David answered quickly, hoping to dispel any thoughts of that kind.

"Then what. You want to watch us together. You into that?"

"Let me finish, Frank. Listen Debra, and I, have this fantasy about her being used by a man, I mean dominated by a man with a large cock. You know, her being his slut. The Penthouse letters type of thing. I am not necessarily there in all the fantasies but it turns me on to think about it."

"Yeah, and those letters are probably written by some fat guy in a studio apartment. Is this her idea?"

"Well, yes and no. For years we have talked about it and she knows she has my blessing but she knows nothing about you."

"Well if we show up one night, how will she take that?"

"Probably throw us both out. For this to work we need to take it slowly. Kind of set her up, put her in the situation that might allow this to happen. Honestly it is a long shot. A guy like you probably gets enough pussy, so it isn't worth your time. Never mind. Forget I mentioned it."

Frank told David it would be well worth his time, especially with someone as hot as his wife. He said the hunt is often better than the kill. He asked David how he thought it may work. David explained the Rocco videos, which Frank admitted to having seen some. He told of how in their fantasy talk Debra would say how Rocco had come to her office for 'therapy' and she would describe how he used her.

Frank was very interested in hearing David's plan. He certainly had put a lot of time into it. He thought if Frank could become a client of Debra's and he could set up a situation where she got a glimpse of his cock, well maybe she would respond if he tried to seduce her. If she didn't she would never know David was behind it and Frank would only be out the cost of the sessions which David said he would pay for any ways. His only criteria was that Frank never forced himself on her or approached her away from the office. 

While Debra was seeing Frank, David would rekindle their fantasy the night before and perhaps take her to the brink and somehow leave her sexually unsatisfied so she would be more likely to succumb to his advances. He would be sure to have a Rocco video and would talk a lot about how she should try and live out their fantasy. They agreed to set the plan in action. Most of Debra's patients were referrals from doctors so David gave Frank a name of one of her patient's who worked with him. The guy was on an extended vacation so Debra wouldn't be seeing him soon. David knew she would often take 'walk-ins' if they were slow. 

Frank had a history of a groin injury from his football days so he figured he would be able to 'fake' the symptoms with some sense of realism. They picked the following Thursday for Frank to show up. David had access to her lap top and would search for a time when her appointments were light. They shook hands and before they left the coffee shop Franks asked David a question.

"I have seen those videos and things get a bit nasty. I like sex like that but are you sure she, and maybe more, you can handle it?"

"Frank, take it as far as you can go. As long as you do not force her into anything, the nastier the better," he paused, " for the both of us."

"And if I succeed, what if she doesn't tell you, then what. You will know you have a cheating wife. Won't that put a strain on things?"

"I appreciate your concern. I haven't ironed out all the details, but I know I want to give this a go. Our love is strong enough to handle this if it doesn't turn out exactly as planned.

....to be continued.



Therapy Ch. 02



The next Friday night David brought home a video and they had another hot session. Afterwards he began to ask her questions about her clients.

"Do any of them ever come on to you?"

Debra laughed, "Honey most of my patients are old and out of shape. This isn't a massage parlor, I work them hard and they probably would rather shoot me then fuck me."

"I just thought with such a sexy lady someone would get excited. I know I would."

"Well, to be honest, a couple of the boys I see, with sports injuries, well it is kinda cute and flattering. I've noticed a few hardons."

David laughed and said, for the millionth time, if Rocco or someone like him ever walked in she had his permission to go for it. As long as she let him know. Debra picked up the remote and restarted the movie. She looked as Rocco was fucking a girl doggy style and pulling her head back by the hair. They kissed and he then spit into her mouth and let her hair go. He slapped her ass as he fucked into her cunt relentlessly. Debra noticed her husband's hardening cock and pulled herself onto it without taking her eyes off the screen.

"Don't worry, if he walks in I am his slut." With that her body convulsed into a shattering orgasm.

The next week at the gym David told Frank about what she had said. He told him the best time to drop by the office on Thursday was around eleven in the morning. Their workouts were extra heavy and David noticed a definite bulge in Franks crotch.

On Thursday Frank walked into the office and asked the receptionist if he could make an appointment with Debra. He said he got her name from a friend and had recently re-injured his groin playing basketball. He didn't have insurance and didn't want to pay a Doctor a few hundred bucks to refer him to a physical therapist. He knew he needed a deep muscle therapy in his upper thigh. The girl excused herself and a few minutes later Debra came out and shook his hand and introduced herself. Frank was taken back by her beauty up close.

Debra spoke, "I have an opening through lunch, Mr. Pearson. So if you'd like we can start with a session after you fill out your history. My fee is eighty five dollars for a forty-five minute therapy."

He smiled and leaned forward whispering so only she could hear, "I would love to but I need to tell you something first. I didn't plan on a session today and I am not wearing underwear."

He spoke without embarrassment and Debra felt he was certainly a confident man. She quickly glanced at his Levi's and found it sexy to think some men go without underwear. Keeping her voice down she smiled and whispered, "It's okay Mr. Pearson. You can wrap a towel around you waist," Debra laughed and added, "just don't try any funny business."

"Call me Frank. I'll be good, but someone as pretty as you, certainly will test my manners."

He could swear he saw a pink flush to her face. He sat down and quickly filled out the history and personal information. The receptionist brought him to a room in the back with a massage table in the center and a hook on the wall to hang clothes.

He figured Debra would want to go over the history first, then leave and let him change. He figured it would put her on edge a bit if he was already stripped down. He quickly removed all his clothes and willed himself from getting hard. He wrapped the towel around his waist and sat on the table with his feet slightly apart.

Debra walked in, and like he suspected, she took a quick double take when she noticed he had removed his clothes.

"I see from the chart you have re-injured your upper thigh. There was no reason to remove your shirt, Mr. Pearson." She could see he was in excellent shape and his medical history was non-remarkable except for this recurrent groin injury.

"Well, if you are anything like my other therapists these treatments get pretty intense and I didn't want to perspire into my shirt. I have a meeting after lunch. If you are uncomfortable I can come back."

The tone of his voice wasn't apologetic, nor was it angry. Again she thought this man was definitely an Alpha type personality. Rocco's face flashed in front of her eyes and she told herself to settle down. She asked about his injury and how it had been treated before. His answers all made sense to her and the treatment he outlined was what she, or any Doctor she knew would recommend for him. A deep muscle therapy followed by ice for fifteen minutes.

She told him to lie on his stomach and she began the therapy. Frank let his legs spread apart as her hands began to knead his thigh. He heard a slight gasp and her fingers stopped for but a second. Frank knew she must have caught a glimpse of his balls. 

Debra continued her work but she could not stop looking at his balls. She could see them slightly exposed under the towel and could not believe their size. She wondered if the rest of the package was proportional. With a groin treatment it is necessary to massage deep and hard along the upper inside thigh. As she worked she knew her hands were getting close to his balls and at one point she was sure her knuckles brushed against them. Mr. Pearon made no movement or acknowledgment of it.

"Are we doing all right Mr. Pearson," she asked, wondering if he noticed the crack in her voice.

"I am fine, please call me Frank. It hurts but it is the good type of pain. It might sound weird but like I said it is fine."

"I understand what you mean, uh, Frank." Debra thought of a slap on the ass or when she pinched her nipples. Yes she understood what a 'good type of pain' was. "Could you turn over so I can get better access."

Frank rolled over and Debra stood frozen. Under the towel was the outline of the biggest cock she had ever seen. It nearly reached his belly button and looked like he had a salami taped to his stomach. Frank opened his eyes and smiled as he saw her looking at his cock.

"I am sorry, he has a mind of his own, Debbie. Whenever he gets around a beautiful woman this happens."

No one ever calls her Debbie she thought. But she didn't correct him, as if she liked him using the name she hated. It was as though he knew and did it to show her who was boss.

"I understand, usually I see this with teenage boys, well not that size but, never mind. Just please understand I am a professional and I expect to be treated like one. Please control yourself."

"You are right, Debbie. I again apologize. Next time I will wear my jock strap which will keep him under control. Maybe we should call it a day. If you would get me the ice I will put it on for a few minutes."

She nodded her head and went to get a pack. When she returned he had put his shirt on and took the ice pack.

"I hope you will not hold this against me. I would like to come back for treatment. It usually takes five to six sessions to take care of this." He smiled and stared right into her eyes, "If my, how do you say it, my endowment causes you embarrassment, perhaps you could refer me to a male therapist. I certainly don't have this problem around men."

Debra smiled and said she was fine. She said usually five appointments a week apart were adequate. She suggested he schedule them all with her receptionist. She left the room and went to her office where she sat down. She could feel her heart racing and knew her cunt was soaking wet. Luckily Mr. Pearson had no bad intentions because she may have fallen under his spell if he had tried anything. She smiled and thought to herself; David and her had let these fantasies get too far out of hand. There was no way that man had anything more than a healthy human response.

That night David didn't try to coax any information out of Debra. She seemed her normal self and David figured he would wait and talk to Frank at the gym. The next morning he anxiously waited for the arrival of his cohort. As soon as he walked into the stretching area David asked.

"Well, Frank. Tell me what happened. She didn't say anything to me and seemed herself."

Frank explained what happened and said he thought she was receptive but he didn't want to rush things. He told David his wife's eyes certainly got big when she saw the outline of his prick. They decided to have David try and bring up his fantasy this weekend and see how she responds.

On Saturday morning David walked into the bedroom while his wife was finishing dressing.

"Debra, would you mind giving me a back rub. I think I tweaked it at work yesterday." He laid on the bed.

"Get up and take off your shirt and pants. I can do a better job and besides it is sexier," she smiled and watched as her husband undressed. He was in good shape but she felt guilty she was thinking of Frank.

As she began her massage David told her how good it felt. He said he couldn't understand how men didn't get turned on by her. She told him he was her husband and of course he would get turned on. She also said the therapeutic massages were much more intense and painful. She then said it does occasionally happen. David pushed up with his arms and turned to look at his wife.

"Tell me, did you give another teenager a hard on?"

"No. It wasn't a teenager," she paused and in a quiet voice continued, "it was a new client. He's about our age, maybe a little older. Any ways it was nothing."

"What do you mean nothing. Did he try anything?"

"No, he was a perfect gentleman. Just a natural response to the treatment. I was massaging his thigh and well he got a little hard under the towel."

"You could see his cock under his underwear and a towel? Was he big, tell me."

"Yes, biggest I have ever seen. Bigger than Rocco." She smiled when she saw her husbands tent under his boxers. "He was as embarrassed as I was that I saw it. Usually with underwear and a towel things don't show, it was just he seemed so big."

David knew she was keeping the fact Frank had no underwear from him. He could see her pencil sized nipples harden under her T-shirt and actually could smell her.

"Tell me what happened."

Debra walked over to the bed and stood next to it. "I did tell you, everything. But I will tell you what I thought about after he left."

"Okay."

"When he rolled over and I saw his cock he pulled the towel away. This way I could see it better under his shorts. He told me to reach in and pull it out. He said he knew that was what I wanted." Debbie reached over to her husbands boxers and placed her hand inside and freed his cock. She let go and stepped back.

"He then said he liked his sluts naked when they sucked his cock." Debbie pulled her shirt off and continued to talk as she undressed. "I thought of you and the receptionist at the desk, but I could not stop myself. He looked up at me with a smug expression and stroked his cock as I stripped. I only could think of one thing and that was obeying this man."

David couldn't believe how hard he was or that he could see wetness on her thighs as she rolled her panties down.

"I went to grab his cock and he told me to stop. He told me to turn around so he could see me," Debra turned slowly and with her back to her husband she bent at the waist and turned to look at him. "He then said for me to show him my asshole, and I did." Debra then reached around and spread open herself, pulling both cheeks apart. She held the pose and finally spoke.

"My legs were aching, he made me stay like this for minutes. Then he told me to stand and pinch my nipples," Debra stood and grabbed each nipple with her thumb and forefinger. "Harder he said, I want you to hurt them for me. And I did. It was a good type of pain that went right to my cunt."

David was surprised she used that word, she had always felt it a vulgar and demeaning word.

"He then said he had a meeting after lunch so he only had time for a blowjob. He told me to suck his huge cock and stroke it with both my hands. I put my mouth over his head, David I had to stretch my lips to get it over and I sucked on the head as I used both hands to jerk up and down on his shaft. He pushed my head down and said in time I will learn to deep throat him. All his sluts learned that." 

Debra reached down and put the head of her husbands cock in her mouth and started to jerk him with one hand. Soon David could feel his cum begin to rush from his balls. He usually warned Debra when he was going to cum but somehow he knew she wanted to swallow this load. He arched his back and thrust his cock forward and began to ejaculate into her mouth. Nothing had ever felt as good as this.

Debra held tight onto his cock, feeling the pulsation travel up his shaft and into her mouth. She thought of Frank and didn't feel guilty. She swallowed twice, never remembering a load this big before. She stood and smiled as she licked her lips.

"That is what happened at work on Friday," she giggled.

"Did he fuck you and let you cum?"

"No, he said he was too busy, he told me to go home and have my husband eat me."

Debra climbed up on the bed and straddled David's face. As she sat her pussy onto his lips she had an orgasm that rivaled the intensity of her husbands.

She seemed embarrassed afterwards so David didn't mention it again. That Monday morning he told Frank about what had happened.

Frank smiled and high fived David, who felt a little funny about how Frank was treating this like a basketball game.

"It sounds like I will have her doing what I want in the next few weeks. You need to keep things up on your end. Try and get her going the night before my appointment, or maybe that morning. The more on edge she is the easier it will be to score."

Frank looked at David and asked, "This is what you want isn't it. If it isn't let me know now and I will cancel all my appointments. I am sure it will happen, sooner or later."

"No, believe me Saturday was the best sex I have ever had. I want it to happen."

On Wednesday night David rubbed Debra's back when she came to bed. This was his subtle way of letting her know he was horny. She turned around in bed and they began to kiss passionately. He reached down and slid his hand into her panties. His fingers easily slipped into her sex, she was much wetter than usual.

She rubbed his cock and didn't even wait for him to start things. She pulled him on top and pushed her panties to the side and guided his cock into her moistness. David kept thinking about what would happen Thursday and pumped quickly and hard. He usually waited until she came but he pounded away and came very quickly. He knew she hadn't reached her orgasm and usually he would continue to pump until she did. Instead he rolled off and muttered he was sorry and very tired. He turned his back to her and feigned sleep.

He listened and could tell by her movements she was mad and frustrated. He half expected her to bring herself off but she finally settled down and fell asleep. In the morning she was distant and he knew she was mad about his selfish treatment of her. 

As he headed out the door he stopped and said he was sorry and would make it up to her tonight. She smiled and he leaned in and gave her a very passionate kiss. Not a goodbye peck but a deep french kiss intended to get her going again.

He reached up and cupped her breast and pinched her nipple through the bra. He stepped back and saw the frustrated look on her face. He told her he had to run and he might be a little late tonight.

Debra slammed the door after he left and thought about her vibrator upstairs. She glanced at her watch and knew she had to get going. She thought of Frank's appointment and told herself she was crazy to think he wanted anything to do with her.

Her morning appointments went by slowly and by 11:00 she was anxious to see Frank. The receptionist buzzed her and said she had seated him in treatment room six. Debra walked down the hall, like a school girl heading for the prom. She had wore her usual khaki pants and blouse with her lab coat over. She wished she had worn flats or heels rather than her vans but admonished herself for thinking of acting unprofessionally. This was her office and she had to forget her fantasies and do her job!

When she opened the door she was at first disappointed. Instead of being bare chested Frank had on a tight black T-shirt and a pair of nylon running shorts. He also had a towel which he was draping over his lap when she came in.

"Morning Debbie. Good to see you. Again I want to apologize for last time."

She again felt funny allowing him to call her that. She now understood this was a man looking to treat an injury and not some fantasy lover. She replied.

"Please Frank, there is no need to keep apologizing. I am sure you are better dressed today and we won't have to worry about it again."

"Well, I made sure it wouldn't. I am wearing my tightest jock strap and I took care of things earlier this morning."

Debra was unsure what he meant and when she shrugged her shoulders Frank continued.

"I had my girlfriend take care of me. I figured after cumming twice this morning I'd be less likely to embarrass you." He smiled at her and stared into her eyes.

Debra was flustered and quickly composed herself, "What do you mean had her take care of you. She didn't have any say in it this morning. You forced yourself on her?"

"Don't get me wrong, she enjoyed herself. We just happen to have a relationship where she pretty much does what I say when I want."

Debra stuttered out a meaningless few words and asked him to lay down on his stomach. She began her therapy and was fighting the urge to work her hand further up his leg. Frank turned his head and spoke.

"Debbie, the pain move into my right glut. It has done that before. Rub it for me."

Before she could answer Frank lifted up his body and pulled his nylon shorts down to his knees. He settled back down and Debra was no staring at his ass with the wide strap crisscrossing his buttock. She thought this was strange but she felt herself get weak in the knees. He reached around and pushed on his ass cheek pointing at the area he wanted rubbed.

Debbie began a deep massage of the area and after a few minutes she went back to the upper thigh. She randomly switched from area to area and after about ten minutes he spoke again.

"Okay, now you need to do the thigh from the front." 

With that Frank got up and quickly rolled onto his back. His T-shirt had rode up and his lower stomach was exposed. Debra really didn't notice that, because encased in the jock strap was his cock, as big as she remembered it. It shot straight up and she could swear she saw the head poking out of the top of the strap.

He looked at her and spoke with authority, "I guess no matter what I do you are going to keep giving me hard ons."

Debra just stared for a few more seconds, then after clearing her throat she spoke, "Frank, Mr. Pearson. I think it would be better if I referred you to a colleague. I am sorry I have this affect on you."

"What I would think would be better, is if you would come over here and take my cock out. This strap is way too tight."

Her body began to move slightly forward when she suddenly realized it. "Mr. Pearson, please don't make me call out to the receptionist."

"Listen, cunt, if you wanted to you could walk out of here anytime. Why would you need to call out. You know it as well as I do you want to see my cock. Now answer me, do you?"

She fought for a few seconds, she thought of David. He wanted this to happen. She thought of her reputation and her career she worked so hard for. No one would know; why would Frank say anything? She finally thought of his cock, so close to her and she knew she wanted it, she wanted to be made to touch it, to suck it, to fuck it.

"Well, answer me!" his voice wasn't any louder but she could detect his impatience.

"Yes," she whispered.

"Yes what? Say it out loud. Tell me what you want."

Her mouth felt like it was full of cotton, the complete opposite of how her pussy felt. She spoke, "I want to see it."




Therapy Ch. 02



"See what? Listen Debbie I am getting tired of this. We both know you are a slut wanting to be told what to do. Stop playing games!"

How did he know her so well? Was she that obvious? "

I, I want to see your cock, please."

He knew he had her and wanted to make her submission complete. "Take off the lab coat."

She dropped it to the floor. He told her to remove her shoes and pants and blouse. Her hand trembled as she unbuttoned her blouse and peeled it from her shoulders. She kicked off her shoes and quickly shed her pants. She was proud of how Frank was leering at her, she was proud that her body was pleasing him.

He sat up on the bench and the movement caused the head of his cock to stick further out of the confines of the strap. He loved how her eyes seemed fixed on it. He wanted to be sure he didn't make this seem too much like her fantasy play with David. He didn't want to ruin this with suspicion. 

He stood up, his bare feet noiselessly touching the cool linoleum floor. He pulled off his shirt and stood proud in only his strap. For years he has known the effect of his cock and body on women. That was why he worked so hard to stay in shape. He walked next to her and put his lips next to her ear, making sure his body didn't touch hers. 

He whispered, "When I was younger I would go to the massage parlors in East San Jose. The women were mainly Mexican and Vietnamese. They would wear only their bras and panties when they gave their massages. And they wore those little plastic sandals, Zoris or clip clops, I think they were called. After a quick massage they would pour some Astroglide on your cock and jerk you off. Some for a little extra would catch the cum in their mouths, while others would take a warm towel and clean the cum off your stomach and chest."

"They were sluts and whores. Tell me what you are Debbie."

She wanted to drop to her knees and grab his cock, or she wanted to run out of here, but her body knew she would not move until he allowed it. After he made her humiliate herself.

"I am a slut."

"Whose slut are you Deb.?"

The name caused even more of a response then 'Debbie'. She answered, feeling his breath on her ear and neck. "I am your slut Frank."

"Good, and next Thursday when I come for my appointment I want you in a purple bra and panties. That was what my favorite slut would wear. I want you to buy it and I want to see it before your husband does. And of course I want you in the little sandals. Purple sandals to match. Understand, slut?"

She realized he planned on this going on for more than today. That she was to be his slut, for how long she wondered. "Yes Frank I understand."

He stepped away from her and leaned against the bench. "Pull your panties to your knees. Don't let them fall or else I will have to spank you. You don't want the people to hear their boss and therapist get spanked, do you."

"No, please don't." She pushed her panties to her knees and spread her legs so they were held taunt.

Frank could see her pussy. She kept it well trimmed and her lips and clit were swollen. She was like a bitch in heat. He smiled.

"That slut I was talking about kept her cunt bald. I want that next time."

"But, Frank I am married..." he cut her short.

"Listen don;t ever talk back to me. I don't care if you are married, tell him you did it as a surprise for him. Or tell him you did it because you are a big cock loving slut. I really do not care Debbie. Now take them off and hand them to me."

Debra let them slide to the floor and picked them up and handed them to Frank. He smelled them and then told her to taste herself. He turned the panties inside out and he turned the obviously wet crotch towards her mouth. Debra stuck out her tongue and licked the material. She could taste her musky flavor.

He laughed and tossed them with his clothes. "I will be keeping them as a souvenir. Now get on your knees."

Debbie dropped to the floor in front of Frank, her eyes were now level with the object of her desire and humiliation. Frank reached down and pulled his jock strap slowly down. Once it reached his balls his cock fell from his body and bounced lewdly in her face. It was larger than any cock she had ever seen.

He grabbed his cock and rubbed it on her cheeks. Her skin felt so soft to him as he traced it over her eyes and her nose. He held it under her nose and spoke, "Can you smell my girlfriend's cunt, Debbie? I purposely didn't wash after fucking her."

Debra felt so humiliated yet she had never felt so excited at the same time. Somehow this man knew what buttons to press and he sensed her abasement brought her more excitement. 

"Lick my ball," he pulled his cock back, "lick them and taste her juice and my cum and sweat. It all dripped down after I fucked her. She was on top and when she pulled off I felt it drip down. She wanted to clean me with her mouth but I wouldn't let her."

Debra stuck out her tongue and slathered his balls. She could taste a deep and pungent flavor. She didn't care it was unpleasant, she just wanted to please Frank.

He reached down and grasped his balls pulling them upwards. "Clean my ass, Debbie. I think some of our fluids dripped down there."

Debra was beyond rational thought she didn't care how disgusting this seemed. She just wanted to obey. Her tongue snaked up from his balls to his asshole and Frank squatted allowing her better access. She craned her neck and forced herself to forget about the uncomfortable position as she forced her tongue into his ass.

"My, you are a good little slut, Debbie. Now stand up."

She rose to her feet feeling her muscles in her legs burn. Frank laid on the table and told her to get some oil. When he found out she had massage oils, expensive ones at that, he told her next time to have a bottle of Astroglide available.

She poured the oil over her hands and began to stroke his cock with both hands. She knew she was good at this and was determined to impress him. Frank felt his orgasm quickly approaching and fought it off.

"When I tell you, I want you to put your mouth on just the head of my cock. When I cum be sure none leaks out of your mouth. Form a tight seal on the head. Do not swallow. I want to see my come in your mouth before I allow you to swallow."

Debra nodded, her hands were working at a fast pace. She could not believe the weight and girth of his cock, or the heat. She kept glancing to Frank's face waiting for her command. She felt his body begin to stiffen and she heard him grunt 'now'. She sucked the head of his prick and felt jet after jet of cum hit the back of her throat. This was much harder than swallowing. His load was so large she was afraid she couldn't keep it in her mouth. But she did. 

She pulled away from him after she was sure he was done. Her lips formed a tight seal and none of his precious liquid was lost. Frank stood up and ignoring Debra he dressed. She stood there only in her bra with her mouth full of cum. After he was dressed he stuck her panties in his shorts pocket and finally spoke to her.

"Open your mouth." she did and he could see the whitish liquid on her tongue and filling her mouth. The saliva that formed was bubbling up and she was fighting from letting it spill out. He grabbed her neck with both hands, gently rubbing his thumbs along the inside of her neck.

"Swallow, I want to feel you swallow my cum. Show me you are my slut and swallow."

Debra looked up into his eyes and brought her lips together. She slowly swallowed and felt his load travel down her throat as his thumbs massaged it.

"I will see you next week. Do not disappoint me."

...to be continued.



Therapy Ch. 03



Debra was brought back to reality when the treatment room door closed behind the exiting Frank. She realized she was standing in nothing but her bra and Frank's taste lingered in her mouth. She quickly checked her watch and knew Julie, the receptionist, would be back from lunch in a few minutes.

Because of time, Debra dismissed the idea of masturbating and quickly began to dress. Before she pulled on her pants she needed to wipe herself with paper towels. She could not believe how wet she was and Frank hadn't even touched her below the neck. He had used her mouth for his pleasure, yet Debra had never felt so wet before.

She went to her private office and sat at her desk. She had to make sense of what happened. It seemed to her she had three choices. The easiest and probably smartest was to end it now. Cancel his appointments and avoid any contact. 

The second was to go home to David and tell him it happened. This has been his fantasy as much, if not more, as hers and she should let him know. Debra knew if she told him he wouldn't be mad but she also knew he would want to become involved, to dictate the sessions or join in. It was selfish to want that cock so badly. She also felt David was to blame for some of this, the constant goading and pleading for her to take another man. Well she had done it and wasn't ready to share, someday yes, but not now.

The third choice was obvious to her, though her common sense said to take the first choice, the rest of her mind was trying to figure where to buy the purple bra and panties. Sexy and classy from Victoria's Secret or cheap and slutty from Frederick's of Hollywood? Then she knew the answer; the massage parlor sluts of Frank's youth probably shopped at K-Mart. It was decided; Debra would see him again and alone.

The rest of the day was busy which was a god send. It did not allow her to think about what happened. Whenever she did she could feel herself getting flushed and twice had to go to the restroom to pat herself dry with tissue.

David was anxious to talk with Debra. He did have a meeting with a client and arrived home later than usual. Debra's car was in the garage and when he entered the house she was curled up on the couch with a blanket across her lap.

"Hi, honey. I missed you so much," David spoke as he approached the couch, "I am sorry about last night. The good news is I'm yours and I will make it up to you."

She put her hand up and said, "David, not tonight, I think I have the bug, or I caught something from a patient. I took some Nyquil and just want to rest."

David wondered what this meant. Did she feel guilty about today with Frank? Or did she spurn Frank and he told her about his involvement? Or was she really just sick?

"Oh, I'm sorry Babe. How was work, were you able to see all you patient?"

She thought and smiled to herself, I certainly saw one of my patients! "I got through the day, just barely. I had Julie cancel my Friday so I could recover. I think I will be fine by the weekend." Fine enough to shop for sandals and underclothes, she thought.

They watched TV for awhile and Debra went to bed early. David wondered what had really happened and hoped Frank would be at the gym in the morning.

David didn't sleep well that evening and he arrived at the gym early. While running on the treadmill he spotted Frank. He quickly slowed down and nearly fell jumping off the still moving machine. He walked over to Frank who was beginning his stretching. 

"Well," he asked, "What happened?"

Frank knew at that moment she hadn't said anything and had to decide what to say. If he told the truth and David was pissed he may never get to taste that pussy. If he lied and David found out that, too might end it. He decided to be open and somewhat honest. 

Frank reached into his pocket and pulled out Debra's panties. He dropped them on the bench next to her husband and said, "Does that give you a clue, Pal?"

David recognized them immediately and picked them up, bring them to his nose. He could smell his wife. He looked at Frank and questionably raised his eyebrows.

Frank told him most of what happened. The blowjob, the stripping down to her bra and his order to shave for his next visit. No mention was made of the ass rimming or her massage parlor outfit. Frank knew power had clouded his thoughts and didn't want David to be too freaked out.

"I told you to be prepared for anything. I told you she might not share your fantasy with you," Frank spoke noticing his friend's rejected expression.

"I thought she would tell me. She knows I wanted it to happen, she has nothing to fear."

"Maybe she is afraid you will get too crazy, not jealous crazy but 'I want to watch, I want to hear, I want to tell you what to do' crazy."

David nodded his head and agreed. "She knows me. You're right. She will tell me in good time. I'm not worried."

"So you want me to keep my next appointment. I plan on fucking your wife if I do."

"Keep it."

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After David returned from the gym and checked on Debra he left for work. Debra got up and walked to the bathroom mirror. She removed her nightshirt and panties and looked at herself. She was a shade under thirty one years old. Until yesterday she hadn't been with another man besides a few quickies in the back seat of cars her junior year of high school. From that time on the only man she had wanted was David. Until yesterday. She smiled at he reflection. She was a very attractive woman.

She reached up and twisted her nipples. Not gentle, playful, caresses but stinging, hurtful twists. Like Frank said it was a 'good pain'. Debra felt a link between her submission to Frank and some dark yearning for pain and humiliation. What spurred this next move, she couldn't explain even to herself. While twisting her nipples she moved her feet apart and slowly began to pee. The golden liquid washed over her thighs and puddle around her toes on the tile floor. When she was through she just stared at her reflection and came, as though her nipples were wired to her clit.

Debra cleaned herself and the floor up before heading to the nearest K-Mart. She completed the wardrobe part of her orders. Next she needed to shave and figured what better way to do it and not have David question her motive, than to make him do it.

On Saturday she woke and told David she was feeling much better. She jumped out of bed and came back to bed with a bowl of water and shaving items. She was naked. David knew where this was going and felt he needed to punish her a little for not being truthful.

"What have you got there, Honey?"

"I thought it might be fun if I let you shave me."

"I like it trimmed the way it is. Remember the last time I talked you into it, you were pissed at how scratchy and uncomfortable you were for weeks after." He smiled and finished,"Thanks, but no thanks."

She couldn't believe it! Here she was standing naked and offering to shave her pussy and he was turning her down! This same man who had begged her over the years to do it.

"But Honey, I got all horny thinking about it. I want to feel you lick my lips without any hair getting in the way. Come on, it will be fun."

"No, Debra I really don't think you should do it."

"But I have to...I mean I want to, it will be sexy."

"Listen, I don't want to get in a fight over this. If it is that important do it, but don't say it is for me." David got up and went to shower.

When he came out the bowl was sitting next to the bed unused. Debra had gone downstairs. When he found her in the kitchen he leaned over and kissed her forehead.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get you mad."

She looked up and smiled, but it was a sad smile just the same. How would she explain to David after she shaved before her next meeting. She remembered Franks last words, "Don't disappoint me."

"Listen, Debra I've got an idea. Remember that day spa in Los Gatos that does Brazilian waxes?" he smiled, his sinister mind working. "Remember I wanted you to do that for me. Well why don't you go today and have them wax everything down there?"

"You know I was embarrassed about having a women do that to me and I told you I've read it hurts."

"Well, all those Brazilian women can't be wrong," he joked. "Do what you like, I am happy the way you are."

This was the only easy way out of her predicament, "Okay, will you go with me?"

"I'll drop you off, then I have to run to a job site. I'll meet you back in town for lunch. Wear a skirt and no panties. For me."

Debra thought to herself; is there a sign on my back saying 'submissive slut'? She shook her head in agreement and went to change.

When he picked her up she lifted her skirt and displayed herself to him in the car. Her skin was red and bumpy. She told him it hurt like hell and the girl said few people get the whole area done. David felt a little sorry for being such a jerk but figured she should have told him about Frank. 

When they got home David was the kind considerate man she knew and loved. He rubbed aloe lotion on her skin and made slow passionate love to her. As they both came in each others arms they both were thinking of Frank and next week.

On Monday when they met at the gym David told Frank about the wax job. Frank was excited and told David he couldn't think of much else this weekend. He had one more thing to do; he knew David brought his cell phone and PDA to the gym. Frank once forgot his lock and had put his valuables in David's locker. He had to leave the workout early and David had given him the combination. It was Willie Mays, Babe Ruth and Hank Aaron's numbers. Easy enough for any baseball fan to remember.

Midway through the work out Frank excused himself to make use the restroom. He quickly opened David's locker and downloaded all information from David's PDA to his lap top. He had a plan and needed some help.

After dressing both men sat for coffee. Frank spoke with a bit of arrogance.

"David, tell me, does she have any dark secrets I should tap into. I am pretty sure I will have carte blanche with her. I may as well satisfy and fantasy she has."

Debra's husband could feel his cock swell in his pants. She will do whatever he wants he thought. He wished he could watch but knew in his heart she would tell him everything that happens at some point.

"Well, we've talked about a lot of things. I think watersports are up there, no scat though. We rented some whips and chains videos and she seemed to get off watching girls having their asses and tits beat. Not heavy duty stuff but mild. We tried it a few times but I could never get into hitting her. I don't think you should go there."

Frank nodded his head in agreement while he thought to himself; why in the hell would you tell this to someone if you didn't expect him to try it?

"Anything else?"

"Well in high school she and her girlfriends would practice kissing with each other. She has always wondered what it would be like with another woman." David answered, then added, "but we said nothing out of the office, right? And you can't be bringing someone else to your appointment."

"Probably not, though why couldn't my girlfriend come along. We could tell the receptionist she wants to continue my rubdowns after treatment is over. Nah, that wouldn't work, you're right. Plus I don't want to share my slut with my girlfriend."

David was a bit angered at how Frank so casually refereed to Debra as 'his slut'. He came to realize maybe this was snowballing out of control. He thought he should probably end it. Then his cock twitched in his pants and he added to his thought; end it after the next appointment.

------------------------------------- Thursday finally arrived. Debra dressed in the cheap bra and panties, knowing he would humiliate her in them. She put the sandals and Astroglide in her oversized purse and finished dressing. Normally she wore pants to work but it wasn't unusual for her or her partner to wear a conservative knee length dress under their lab smocks. She choose a plain denim dress and slip on clogs.

Her morning went normally and at ten thirty Julie told her Mr. Pearson was on the phone about their eleven o'clock therapy session. Debra rushed to her private office hoping he wasn't going to cancel.

"Hello, Frank this is Debra," she paused, "what is up." She tried to sound as normal as possible even though her heart was beating quickly.

"Hello, I don't know any Debra. Who is this?" he commanded.

"I'm sorry this is Debbie." She hated using that name.

"Wrong again. Try once more. If you do not get it right I will hang up."

It dawned on her what he was after and she felt her body tremble as she spoke, "It is your slut, Frank."

"Good, and what is my slut thinking about?"

"Your, your cock."

"I will be there on time. You are to greet me in the lobby in just your bra and panties and zoris. Just like the massage parlor girls do."

"Frank, you can't be serious. What about Julie? What if my partner drops by? For god's sake there is a huge picture window that looks right in the lobby from the street!"

"I told you to NEVER raise your voice to me. If I do not see you when I walk through that door, I am turning around and leaving." She heard the click of his phone going dead and Debra sat there holding the phone to her ear. She looked at her watch and knew she had less than twenty five minutes to decide what to do. She should just leave and have Julie tell him she was ill. She buzzed Julie and asked her to come in the office.

"Julie how does the rest of our morning look. Anything new on the schedule?"

"No, just Mr. Pearson at eleven then lunch. No one until one thirty. Anything wrong?"

Tell her you are sick and are leaving for the day. He inner voice was screaming while she picked up a copy of a syllabus she had from a previous course. Instead she said, "Do me a favor, I need 15 copies of this for a talk I am giving. Go to Kinko's now and then take your lunch. Be back at one fifteen."

"I thought we never were to leave a therapist alone with a client?"

"Just do as I say, I will lock the door once Mr. Pearson arrives, he is harmless. Put the phone on voice mail before you go. Thanks. Charge it on the office card."

Julie gave her a strange look, shrugged her shoulders and grabbed the papers. She wondered why she would be copying someone else's course syllabus. Oh well, she thought, I will end up with a long lunch!

Once Julie left Debra locked the door and put the closed sign in the window. She looked outside and realized it would be hard to see into the lobby without being right in front of the window. She breathed easier. She went to her office and slipped off her shoes and dress. She pulled out the plastic sandals and slipped them on. She went to the treatment room they would be in and put the bottle of Astroglide on the counter.

She knew her nipples were rock hard and she was so wet she was sure it would seep through and stain the crotch of her panties. The danger of risking so much just added to her excitement. She saw a late model Mercedes Benz drive up and recognized Frank behind the wheel. He parked and got out of the car bringing a gym bag with him. When he was a few feet from the door Debra stepped from behind the shadows and opened the door for him.

Frank smiled, "Good. I knew you would be here. Dressed like a massage parlor slut. But Debbie, I cannot allow your impertinence on the phone to go unanswered can I?"

He made no movement away from the door, forcing Debra to remain by the glass wall.

"I am sorry for raising my voice, Frank. It is just, this is my office and, well I didn't expect..."

He cut her short. "I don't expect you to think. Just to do. Understand slut!?

She shook her head all the while taking quick glances towards the parking lot. She knew what he wanted her to say. "Yes, I should be punished for my impertinence."

"Have you been thinking about my cock, Deb?

"Yes"

"Do you want to fuck it? To feel it stretch your cunt. To feel it fill your womb with its hot seed?"

"Yes, I want your cock. Please" she begged.

"Then do not challenge me again."

He walked to the treatment room and she followed. He told her to stand by the door while he walked over to the counter and put down his bag. He leaned against the wall and crossed his arms across his chest. His biceps stood out in the black polo shirt he had on. He wore black Levis with a black leather belt and black Nike shoes.

"You look just like a cheap slut. Show me your cunt."

Debra didn't care what he said or did. She was in some sort of 'sub zone' and was ready to obey any order. She reached down and pushed her panties to her knees. She spread her legs so they would not fall. She stood straight and could feel the cold air on her wet genitals.

"Bald, like a slut should be. Has your husband seen it?"

"Yes, he shaved it for me."

Frank knew that was a lie. "Does he know you are offering it to me?"

"No."

"Would he be upset?"

"Actually, I think he would like it. It is all he talks about. Me and other men." Her voice had a tinge of anger to it.

"Take everything off. I didn't see those tits last time."

Quickly she shed her remaining items and stood with her arms to her side. Inwardly proud of her body.

"You are a very sexy woman, Debbie. But before we start there is the matter of your punishment." 

He turned to his gym bag and opened it. Quickly looking inside he grabbed something and while looking at the small video monitor readjusted the angle of the camera. He pulled out a black leather riding crop. He heard a short intake of breath from across the room.

"Any time you say 'No Mr. Pearson', I am done here. That is your safety net. I walk out the door, never to return. Otherwise you do as I say. A little pain is sometimes good Deb."

He slapped the crop against the palm of his hand and the noise echoed through the room. "Take both hands and hold your right breast out."

Debra did as she was told. She could feel her body tremble as he approached her. He stood in front of her and raised the crop bringing it down with a practiced elegance. The tip struck her nipple with a snap and the pain was much less than she expected. No worse then when she twisted her own nipples. He told her to prepare the left breast and soon it was over. She could feel a tingling sensation in both nipples and found it erotic.

"Just one last thing before you have atoned for your behavior." Frank stated as he walked to the phone on the wall. "Call your husband and tell him your eleven o'clock canceled and you were thinking of him. Tell him how much you love him."

She just stared at this man in disbelief. She knew she couldn't anger him by arguing but how much more humiliation did she have to endure? She grabbed the phone and dialed David's cell. While it rang she felt Frank's hand reach around her waist and he effortlessly slid two fingers into her soaking cunt. 

He whispered, "hold the receiver near my ear." With their two heads close together and his fingers deep inside they heard the voice on the other end.

"Hello,"

"David, its me, " she made a small sigh as Frank's fingers began to move, "My eleven o'clock canceled. I was thinking of you and wanted to hear your voice." The fingers picked up their pace.

"They canceled, huh?" She wondered why he sounded disappointed. Well listen Babe, I am swamped on this project. I've got to go. Oh by the way, was that the client you talked about. The one with the big cock?" The fingers were driving in and out.

"Yes, how did you know?"

David paused for a second, then recovered. "It was a Thursday last time and I knew you guys tried to reschedule on the same day. Besides, you know me I was hoping for a hot story."

She laughed, trying to stop from cumming on Frank's hand. "Sorry, no nasty stories today. See you tonight." She hung up before David could reply and felt herself push her back against Frank as she came all over his fingers.




Therapy Ch. 04



Debra could still feel the sting of the slap Frank gave her ass on the way out. She could not believe how exhausted and satisfied she was. Yes, she thought, his cock is big, but it must be more than that. She felt as though she had run a marathon, To give one's self completely; to submit physically and more importantly, mentally, was a draining yet satisfying ordeal.

Slowly her mind began to clear from its post orgasmic fog. She looked at the clock and hoped Julie didn't return early. Her thighs were coated in the blend of Frank's and her cum. She felt sore as she tried to clean herself and the stained floor. The bastard had taken her underwear, so she picked up her sandals and ran naked to her office. She pulled on her denim dress, flinching as her still tender nipples rubbed against the coarse material. As she finished washing her face and fixing her hair she heard Julie knock. She quickly slipped her lab coat on.

"Come in," her voice was noticeably hoarse.

Julie gave her a strange look as she put the papers on her desk. She reached into her pocket and placed the bottle of Astroglide on Debra's desk.

Debra could feel her face redden and before she could think of an excuse for the presence of it in the treatment room, Julie left. The rest of the day went slowly and Debra could not help but notice the sideway glances her young receptionist gave her. She decided she must end this soon. The better question was would she be able to?

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When Debra arrived home she saw David's car and wondered why he was home so early. She cursed for not bringing a change of underclothes to the office. Even with the thick denim dress if he got too close he will notice she was nude underneath. She decided to head straight to the bedroom to shower. Hopefully he was watching television in the den and she could bypass him before he even saw her.

She was startled when the door from the house to the garage opened as she parked her car. So much for that idea, she thought. He was standing in the doorway with a glass of wine and a smile on his face.

As she closed the car door his voice echoed through the garage, "Hello, good looking. I thought it was so sweet of you to call me today, I left early and made dinner for us."

Guilt set in. And now more lies. Maybe she should tell him the truth but she couldn't think and blurted the first idea that came to her.

"David, you are so nice. Do me a favor Honey, go into the kitchen, cause I have a surprise for you." He gave her a funny look and she smiled her sexiest smile and reached behind to slowly unzip her dress. She paused, "go on I will be right there."

As the door closed she stopped and thought, if I go in naked he will not know about the missing bra and panties. But will he notice my body? Is my ass still red from the slap? Is there still cum in my pussy, even after I cleaned myself? Will he smell Frank? They were all chances she had to take so she kicked off her shoes and threw the dress in the car.

As she walked through the door he was standing with a Cheshire cat smile as he took in her nudity. He knew she didn't have a shower at work, so if Frank's plan happened he was looking at a freshly fucked wife. His cock swelled. She walked over to him grabbed the wine and gave him a peck on the cheek. Before he could touch her she was heading for the stairs.

"I needed this," she lifted the glass in a silent toast, "I will take a quick shower and put on something 'slutty' for dinner." She just about made it to the steps when he spoke.

"Stop, Debra. I can't wait, come here. I want to fuck you now. You can't expect me to wait when you walk in here..." he paused, "what happened to your ass? It looks like a bruise, almost like a hand print on your cheek."

Debra turned and looked at her rear and answered, "Oh, that. Julie and I were moving a desk and I backed into the corner of the cabinet in my office. We had nothing to do during that cancellation so I tried reorganizing my office. Hurt like hell," she rubbed it and continued, "we ended up putting everything back. Go figure, does kinda look like a hand print."

As she stepped onto the first stair his voice raised, "Debra, I am not kidding. I can't wait, look."

She turned and saw him pulling his hard cock out of his pants. "Now come her, bitch," he smiled as he swung his cock lewdly, "I've got something for you."

She took a long sip from the wine glass and walked towards her husband. She loved him and felt bad that her only thought was how much nicer Frank's cock was. She snuggled up to him putting the glass down on the counter and wrapped her arms around his neck. Their lips met in a deep, wet kiss. Debra remembered how Frank had told her didn't kiss sluts. She felt David's hand slide between their bodies and she opened her legs slightly. His fingers pushed inside of her cunt.

"My, someone is horny. You are soaking wet."

She hoped he didn't notice her blush and pushed herself against his hand as she thrust her tongue into his mouth. She didn't want to give him time to think with anything but his cock.

As they moved towards the couch he gently pushed her down and stood above her as he undressed. Looking at her splayed legs he spoke, "I am going to have a taste of that."

Debra no longer cared and actually got a perverse pleasure thinking of her husband's tongue cleaning the residue of her lover from between her legs. Well, if he wasn't her lover, then what, she thought. Her fucker? Her master? She grabbed her legs and pulled her knees to her chest. He sex was obscenely opened as she watched her now nude, best friend since high school, drop to his knees.

As soon as his tongue licked the bald lips of her flower she started to orgasm. She reached to the back of her husband's head with both hands and pulled his face deeper into her crotch. David was startled by her aggressive behavior, and though he couldn't really taste a difference he knew Frank's cock had been here hours before.

Once her body quit shaking she released her grip on his head. David got up and in a fluid motion entered her gaping pussy. It took few strokes before he came inside of her. She didn't feel any looser than before he thought. He rested his head on her chest and she slowly lowered her legs, wrapping them around his waist. She loved him, but felt what had happened over the past few weeks was his fault. He never let up about her and another man. Well, now there was no going back. She wasn't going to tell him, yet. He opened Pandora's box and she wasn't ready to close it.

His voice interrupted her thoughts, "That was fantastic! You must have been thinking of Rocco," he paused and decided to push a bit, "or that big cocked client of yours who canceled."

He couldn't let it go she fumed! Well if he only knew how true that was!

"He didn't cancel, he just fucked me. Now I want you to get down and eat his cum from my cunt!"

At first David thought she was confessing, then realized she was playing games. He was disappointed she didn't tell him the truth and pulled out. He stood up and was starting to pick up his clothes when she spoke.

"David, I am not kidding. You always talk about me fucking other guys. Well it has got me hot. I want you to eat me, now," she spread her legs apart and he could see a puddle of his semen at her lips.

He shook his head, "Sorry, babe I'm all tuckered out."

She was mad, and not really sure why. David wasn't really to blame, she was. "I mean it. Either eat me, or stop bringing up these fantasies of yours. It is not fair for you to have it your way and not mine!"

David thought it ironic that she was still calling this fantasy, but he didn't want to screw things up. He had waited years for this to happen. He dropped to his knees.

"That's it baby, eat all of HIS cum for me!"

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The next morning David found Frank waiting for him in the parking lot. He asked David to skip his workout and have a cup of coffee instead. They had things to talk about.

They sat at an isolated table in the back of Starbucks. Little was said as they both sipped their large drinks. Finally Frank broke the ice.

"Did she say anything last night?" he questioned.

David ignored the question and posed his own, "You were there when she called me, yesterday, weren't you?"

"She was naked and her cunt was leaking all over my fingers. She came on my hand as soon as she hung up." He smiled and continued, "I thought you would like to hear her voice in case she decided not to tell you anything."

"She, she didn't object?" he asked, "I mean why would she want to talk to me when she was with you, then not tell me about it. She knows I would get off on it. I don't understand."

"Listen, David. My dick has afforded me a lot of opportunities. Women either run from it when they see it or they fall in love with it. Your wife, I've got to tell you, your wife is one nasty woman. I've never seen someone get so hypnotized, for lack of a better word, by a cock. She would have let me do anything, I believe that. Calling you added to her humiliation which just amplified her passion."

"Tell me what happened. Everything."

Frank did. Everything, in detail. Except the camera in his bag and the crop. Those were not mentioned. When he was through David had an incredulous look on his face. 

"I think I created a monster."

"Hold it, Dr. Frankenstein," Frank laughed, "She is just exploring another side, a hidden side of her. She still loves you."

"I think we need to end this, now." David saw Frank's expression and added, "I mean it Frank. It is over."

"ITS OVER WHEN I SAY ITS OVER! Listen. What do you think she is going to do when she finds out you set this all up? Did you think of that?" he asked. "If it ends now, it will only happen if you tell her to stop. And I am not sure she will."

There was a silence among the clatter of coffee cups. David realized he was in a fix. If he told her she probably will be pissed and he may lose her. On the other hand if he waits for her to tell him it might go too far. She might want more than he could give her. He had painted himself into the proverbial corner. He should be angry with Frank but he only did this with his blessings. Don't invite a bear for dinner and not expect him to eat whatever he wants.

"Listen, before you go too crazy, David I have something else to say. I'm not sure if I told you but I work with a large security firm. We are setting up the firewall in a new Casino in Vegas. They have found a glitch and I have to go and trouble shoot. I will be gone at least two weeks. I already canceled my appointments with Julie at the office. Why don't you let the dust settle and see if Debra opens up to you." he looked across the table, "I am sorry I threatened you. I didn't mean to fly off the handle. We'll talk when I get back."

David felt relived. Frank scared him, and for the first time he felt intimidated by him. He is right, if I give her some time she will open up to me. David looked up at the sound of Frank's voice.

"By the way, what is up with the receptionist, Julie? She is cute in a kind of strange way, but she gave me a weird look when I passed her in the parking lot yesterday."

"Maybe she suspects something. I don't know but don't get your dick hard over her. She only likes the plastic type."

"That explains the rainbow sticker on her back windshield. I just get a strange vibe from her every time I go there."

"Yeah, her parents disowned her and she has worked part time while at junior college. This fall she is moving to some college in the midwest. She will have some culture shock when she leaves California." Talking about someone else seemed to defuse things and he continued, "She just broke up with her girlfriend, or should I say her 'partner' after two years. Debra doesn't know why but guessed it had something to do with Julie being a bit too much of a Dyke."

Frank smiled inwardly and said as they were getting up, "Thanks, that explains those looks. I will see you in two weeks."

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Debra was relieved on one hand and depressed on the other when Julie told him Mr. Pearson had canceled his next two appointments. He gave no reason. Julie noted a pout on her bosses face and thought to herself, what a bitch. I bet she has been cheating on her husband. That explains why she booted me out of the office on that bogus errand.

On Wednesday Julie left for lunch and did not notice the black Mercedes follow her to the small Vegan restaurant she often frequented. She was sitting alone in the back when she notice a familiar face walk in. It was Mr. Pearson from the office. Julie thought it strange and was surprised he bypassed the counter and headed right for her table.

"Hi, Julie. Mind if I sit down?"

Before she could answer he pulled a chair out, "Well, I don't really have much time and I enjoy my time...alone."

"Give me a sec and if you are not interested I will leave." He knew he was taking a risk but thought it was worth it. He pulled out a blurry black and white grainy photo and tossed it on the table. Though the clarity was poor, it was clear the women kneeling between the legs of a faceless man was Debra. It was also clear the photo was from treatment room six.

"Recognize anyone?" he smiled.

She picked up the photo and carefully surveyed it. She found herself drawn towards the image of her boss. "So, I must admit you are hung. But why are you showing me this?"

He laughed, "Well, I know I am not the one you are interested in. Debbie is going through a metamorphosis now and I am helping her."

He then briefly told her the whole story, or most of it. Her bosses' discovery of her submissive side and her husband's arrangement of the meeting of Debra and Frank.

"The bastard. But my question is the same, why me?"

"Well, I know she her submissive side includes being dominated by a woman. My guess is you might be interested in being the dyke who tames Debbie."

"First of all," her anger was rising, "I prefer the term 'top' to 'dyke' and secondly what happens if she doesn't go along and I get booted. I cannot afford to be without a job for the next two months."

"Yes, I understand you are on your own and plan on heading to college for the fall. How much do they pay you?"

"Twenty-one hundred a month."

"Tell you what, I will give you five grand to do this. If you get fired, you are okay. If not you have extra money for college." He continued, "you have to realize for this to work you cannot falter. You need to be strong, confident and demanding."

"What if she goes to the police?"

"She won't. Like I told you she is so into the submissive role. But, " and he pulled a letter out, "this letter explains it was all my idea and you were paid. The cops will have no reason to bother you, trust me."

Julie thought of how she had always found Debra sexy. She knew Debra didn't want to hire her because she was gay, and if it wasn't for Debra's partner she wouldn't have got the job. It took a long while for Debra to get used to her. Well now she had a chance to live out the scenarios her roommate refused.

"What is your plan?"

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Julie made sure no one booked the opening Frank had on Thursday. They had gone over how this was happen and she was ready. She knocked on Debra's door and came in when she heard her voice.

Julie walked over to the desk and looked down at her boss. Debra was wearing her lab coat over black capri pants and a white blouse. Julie was in a plain nondescript dress. 

Debra looked up, "Yes?"

"We need to talk."

"About what," Debra sighed, awaiting the pitch for a raise.

"This," and Julie dropped a photo of Debra sucking Frank's cock , across the top was written her Mother's E-mail in Iowa. "and this" another picture of her lowering herself onto that cock, this one labeled with the state board E-mail for physical therapists. One after another Julie dropped pictures of Debra in compromising positions. Each had the E-mail address of her partner, her friends, her relatives....finally it stopped and Debra looked up.

"Where, where, how did you, Julie I don't, " she stammered.

As practiced she answered, "I suspected you were a cheating slut, so I wired the room for video. I should have done audio also."

Debra knew she had to make a stand now and she stood, raising her voice, "Get out, you are fired. I am calling the police. How dare you..."

"Shut up cunt. Go ahead and fire me. Call the cops. Unauthorized taping is just a misdemeanor and fine for me. Then what are you going to do, sue me? For what? I have nothing! Before you hang up the phone everyone of those pictures will be sent to the address written on them. You know they are the right ones." 

Debra quickly comprehended Julie was right; it would ruin her. Even David would be angry, but she could smooth that over. The rest though. She would lose her business license and her partner. Her friends and family, how could she explain it to them?

"What is it you want. I can, maybe give you some money, I don't have much."

"I don't want your money. I am leaving for school in less than six weeks. On Thursdays, when your partner is not here and anytime I want, within reason, " she smiled, "you will be available to me. When I leave I destroy the disks and all the pictures."

"Available...what do you mean, available?"

"You really are not very bright. What do you think. You will be my slut."

By now the enormity of all of this had set in. Debra could not hold back her tears and she began to sob. Between gasps of air and the tears she begged Julie to reconsider. All she could think of was David's persistent demands, Frank's need for complete submission and now this; her twenty-three year old assistant expects her to be 'available' to her whims.

Julie spoke with authority, "Cut the crap. Either fire me and suffer the consequences, or do as I say. When I get back from lunch I expect either my final check or your bra and panties on my desk. Make yourself presentable. You have patients at one thirty." With that Julie turned around and walked out of the office.

Debra continued to sob until she had no more tears left. Her stomach was churning and she went to the bathroom where she threw up until there was nothing left but stomach acid. She put two hands on the sink and lifted her head, startled by what she saw in the mirror.

How she asked herself, in the span of a few weeks, could her life unravel so quickly. She stood up and rinsed her face and redid her makeup. She looked tired but presentable. She decided at that moment she had no choice but to agree. An uninvolved person would see it differently, they would go to the authorities. She wasn't uninvolved, she would be the woman whose life would be ruined and reputation dragged through the mud. Yes, she would agree, but what puzzled her even more was the moistness she felt between her legs. What is wrong with me she pondered.

When Julie returned from lunch she went straight to her desk. It looked undisturbed. Julie sat down and opened the top drawer and a smile came across her face as she saw the neatly folded underwear.

Julie said nothing and brought patients in as if there was nothing unusual. At two-thirty they had a thirty minute break before the next patient. Julie put the phone on voice mail and walked into the office unannounced.

"Stand up," she shouted at the startled Debra. 

"Whenever I enter a room, and no one else is present you are to stand, Cast your eyes down because sluts do not deserve to look upon their superiors. Keep your feet apart at shoulder width and place your hands behind your back holding your elbows."

Debra stayed sitting trying to absorb what was said.





Therapy Ch. 05



As Debra drove home she thought to herself, "I seem to be losing my underwear on a regular basis." At least she didn't need to worry about David being home. She knew he had left for the builder's convention in Los Angeles.

She showered and wrapped up in a warm robe. She was happy she had some time to reflect on her future. Though painful, she had to admit to herself she allowed herself to fall into this abyss. Even with all the risks to her marriage and career this submissive urge, this need to humiliate herself had won over common sense. The most difficult thing for her to acknowledge was she wasn't sure if she wanted it to end, even facing the realization it may change her life as she now knew it. 

She decided she needed to explain everything to David. She hopped he would forgive her for holding back and accept what she has done. She then could face Julie and Frank with him. If things were to go on, as she secretly hoped, it would be with her husband's consent. If not, well he would give her the will power she would need to weather the storm. 

The phone rang interrupting her thought. When she answered she heard his voice. He was calling from his hotel. She felt happy to hear him.

"Hi, Babe How is it going?"

"Fine, well not so fine. I am waiting for you to get home. I want to talk to you."

"You sound so serious, " he thought she may be ready to expose her affair. "Can't we talk now on the phone, you know I will not be back until late Sunday night."

Suddenly she wondered what Julie had planned for her. If she told David now, it may end things. God! she thought, I am doing it again. "No, it can wait. I will see you Sunday."

"I will be very late by the time we pack everything up. Why don't you make us a reservation at one of the restaurants on Santana Row for Monday night. I will be rested and able to give you my full attention, we can talk then."

"Okay. That will be nice. Bye. I love you." She hung up the phone. At times the thought of her perversity made her ill, and then in the next moment, that familiar squishiness between her legs told her she needed to get off. She thought of the evil things Julie might make her do. Her hand slipped under the robe to her moist pussy.

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On Friday she came to work and Julie greeted her as if nothing had changed. As was their usual routine she and her partner met before the first scheduled patients. They went over some orders needing to be made, then they both started to see patients. The only difference Debra noted was Julie seemed to be sure all of Debra's appointments were in treatment room six.

Debra was in her office before lunch going over some charts when the door opened and she saw Julie walk in. She quickly rose and assumed her 'position' next to her desk. Julie smiled and walked up to her.

"I am glad to see you wore a dress today, Pet. I know I said only on Thursdays but I like your attempt to please me." She leaned even closer and whispered, "Tell me what you have on underneath."

Debra spoke softly, remembering taking off her panties in the garage. Somehow hoping this would happen. "Nothing Ma'am."

Julie at that moment understood what a special gift Frank had given her. "Only a cheap slut with a bald cunt would go to work without panties, if she didn't have to. Isn't that right, Pet?"

Debra muttered 'Yes' softly.

"No. Say it aloud." Debra's face flushed in humiliation. She lowered her eyes and knew thinking it was easy, but now, being ordered to say it aloud brought her further degradation which she had become to thrive upon.

"Only a cheap slut, like me, would go to work with a bald cunt," she paused at the word she had always hated, "and no panties."

"Did you think of me last night while your husband was gone?"

She wouldn't give her that satisfaction, "No, Ma'am. I went to bed early."

"Somehow I do not believe you. Be on time tonight, Pet." Julie turned and walked away. Debra felt almost disappointed she hadn't been made to show what Julie made her say.

The rest of her day went uninterrupted. She had Julie cancel her last appointments. When he partner asked why she was leaving early, she explained she had some important business to take care of. As she walked by the front desk she noticed a sly, mischievous smile on her young Mistress.

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The note Julie had given instructed her to be at a restaurant in San Francisco's North Beach District. A description of the outfit she was to wear was included. Debra remembered wearing it to an open house they had at the office. Julie must have liked it to remember it so well. It consisted of a black pleated skirt, cut just above the knee and a matching short waisted coat. Instead of wearing a blouse underneath she was instructed to wear a black lacy push up bra. She was also to wear ebony thigh highs with Low-Rise Lace Trim Boy Shorts in black from Victoria's Secrets. Julie also wanted black high heels with at least a four inch heel. 

Debra knew the outfit was certainly stylish. Without a blouse it would show some cleavage and the higher heels would give it a bit of a 'slutty' look, but overall it wasn't something Debra was embarrassed about wearing. She ignored her disappointment and headed to the mall to pick up the bra, panties and heels. Dinner wasn't until nine so she had a bit of time to prepare.

While dressing she fought the urge to play with herself. She applied the make-up a bit heavier than normal and was pleased with her reflection in the mirror. She left early, heading to Columbus Street. The Rose Pistola was an upscale Italian restaurant, with a good reputation. Luckily they had valet parking and Debra noticed the looks she received by the attendants. 

Debra arrived early and sat at the bar, ordering a Lemon Drop Martini. She reflected on what was ahead and fought her guilt for looking forward to the evening. She consoled herself with the thought of how she would feel so much better after Monday night. Once David knew of her deceit they both could face her ordeal together. She had faith in the man she loved so dearly and hoped he would forgive her for not being open with her.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a voice, "Hello, Pet. My you must be eager, you got here before me."

Debra looked up and saw Julie and two other women standing by the bar. The three of them were dressed in what many called 'casual elegance'; designer jeans on Julie's two friends and cropped tank tops showing a glimpse of their midriffs. Julie had black leather pants and a white T-shirt with a black leather vest. She looked a little 'dykey' but Debra felt very overdressed compared to the other three.

"This is Anna and Fran. You will, of course, show them the respect they deserve and refer to them as Miss Anna and Miss Fran," her voice showed an air of superiority more to impress her friends than to scare Debra.

"Yes Ma'am," Debra answered as she rose she greeted each woman with a handshake, then stood next to Julie. Both women smiled at her compliance. Debra told her friends to check on their table.

When alone she whispered to Debra, "I am pleased with how you look. If you follow my instructions to the letter, Pet, this night may be enjoyable for you. If you disobey me, or my friends, even just a little, "she hesitated and put her lips to Debra's ear, "I will make you wish you never saw Mr. Pearson's cock."

They were soon seated and the three girls chatted and essentially ignored Debra. When the waiter came they all ordered and before Debra could speak, Julie ordered her a small dinner salad and some plain Pene pasta. They went back to their discussion, again leaving Debra to sit alone.

When the waiter brought the salads, Debra was ready to eat. She was hungry, having skipped lunch. Just as she picked up the fork she heard the familiar voice.

"Pet, put the fork down. Sluts eat with their hands. They are dirty creatures who finger pussies and rub cocks. They eat cum and rim asses; they do not need utensils."

Debra's eyes darted around the room and was relived no one, except those of them at the table, seemed to hear the conservation. 

Before she could think she uttered, "But, Julie you can't be....." the look on Julie's face was enough for her to know she had made a mistake.

Her voice was louder this time and it was easy to see by the furtive glances around them she was overheard by fellow patrons. "Pet, do not talk back to me, EVER!"

Debra could feel the reddening of her cheeks as she muttered, "I am sorry, Ma'am."

"Sorry is not enough. Unbutton the top button to your jacket." 

The jacket had only three buttons and by loosening the top one the coat would gape at the slightest movement giving anyone nearby a flash of her black bra and tops of her creamy white breasts.

Arguing would be pointless and probably cost her another button. She quickly unbuttoned it and went about eating her salad with her fingers. By keeping her head down she hoped people would not notice her.

Julie's friend Anna reached into her purse and whispered to her friend. Julie smiled and took the item in her hand. She reached out to Debra and handed her a small collapsable scissors.

"To be sure you understand the seriousness of your infraction Anna thinks you should cut the button off the Jacket. The rest of the night you will be reminded of your insolence."

"Yes Ma'am. Thank you for the suggestion Miss Anna." Debra cut the thread and placed the button and scissors in her purse.

When their dinners arrived, Debra didn't have to ask about her Pasta. She silently thanked Julie for ordering it plain. She slowly ate, noticing how the three girls would watch in amusement as she sucked each tube of pasta into her mouth. They had ordered wine but none was offered to Debra. Midway through the entree, Julie asked Debra to hand her the empty wine glass in front of her.

Julie raised her wine glass and proposed a toast to her friends, saying may this night be memorable for all, especially their Pet. All three girls took a sip of their wine, then, as Debra watched Julie spit her wine into Debra's glass. She handed it to Anna, who in turn gave it to Fran. When the glass finally was placed in front of Debra each women had added a mouthful of their wine to the glass.

"Drink, Pet. Drink it all at once. Perhaps tonight you will be drinking something else of ours that is golden." Julie and her friends laughed as Debra swallowed the white wine in one long gulp. Her heart beat fast at that thought.

There were three more toasts and three more glasses of wine for her to drink. She was feeling a bit numb from the alcohol and didn't hear Julie's question.

"I am sorry Ma'am, I didn't hear you." she giggled a bit from the buzz she was feeling.

"You are sorry, how sweet Pet. I am glad you find it funny," Julie retorted, "see how funny it is with the bottom button off your jacket! Cut it off now."

Debra quickly began to sober up, "Yes Ma'am," she replied as she removed the scissors. The second button joined the first in her purse.

"I asked if your husband knows you fuck men at the office."

The enormity of the statement brought back reality to Debra. This was not a no consequence fantasy. "No, Ma'am. Not yet."

"Not yet? Do you plan on telling him?"

"Yes, when he gets back. I am going to tell him on Monday."

Frans voice interrupted her thoughts, "And Slut Debra, how will he take this information. That his wife is a little slut. For cock and pussy."

Debra was beyond caring if others were listening, "I, I hope. Well, I think he will accept it. He has fantasized about it for years."

Julie knew if Debra brought David into the scheme, Frank and Julie's control would weaken. Julie would call Frank on Saturday and let him know. He had told the two he was going to Vegas but Julie knew he was still in town.

"Pay the bill, Pet. We need to get going."

The three left and Debra had to wait for the waiter to bring her the check and return with her credit card. She could not help but notice his blatant ogling of her chest.

When she met them in front of the restaurant Julie told her to leave her car and go with them in a taxi. The three girls got in the back seat while Debra sat up front. Julie reached into her purse and pulled out a small wrapped object. She handed it to Debra and told her to open it.

It wasn't in a box and when Debra tore open the paper she recognized it as a collar. A black leather collar about a half inch wide with a D-ring and a silver heart, similar to the ones on the popular Tiffany bracelets and necklaces. Engraved in script was a single word; PET.

Julie spoke first, "You can thank me latter, Pet. Put it on."

"Now?"

"You really are a stupid cunt." Debra noticed the look the driver was giving her, as Julie continued in an angry voice, "Yes, now. And you know what to do to the last button don't you?"

"Yes Ma'am. Julie placed the soft leather collar around her neck and felt the cold silver heart against her flesh. She then thought of refusing the next command. She could stop the cab and leave. Julie could send those pictures to anyone she wanted. At least it would be over! Instead she opened her purse and soon added the third button to her collection.

The coat fell open and her bra was clearly visible. As she pulled it closed Fran told her she was not allowed to touch the jacket without permission. Debra let the jacket fall open and noticed how hard her nipples felt.

The driver stopped at a nondescript building on Otis Street. When they entered Debra saw a sign saying the place was called, 'The Power Exchange', below that was the following sentence.

The Power Exchange is an adult sexual play space that caters to all sexual and gender preferences and exotic sensibilities.

Debra no longer cared about her jacket. Some of the people in the entry were scantily clad and Debra was sure some of the women were really men! Single women were admitted free except to the third level. On this level single men were not allowed and single women had to pay a ten dollar fee. Debra paid for all of the group and they stopped to read the rules of conduct and safe sex clearly posted on the wall.

They went to the coat check area to lock up their purses when Julie tapped on Debra's shoulder. She was holding up the rest of Debra's 'gift'; a metal leash with a black looped handle. Her hands reached up to the collar and for the first time Julie made intimate contact with her boss. Her fingers felt soft on her neck and Debra shivered as the cold metal nestled between her breasts until Julie tugged on the leash.

"Stay close and obey. Do not speak unless spoken to. If someone touches you without the girls or my permission let me know right away and I will have them tossed out. Now take off the jacket."

Debra felt a rush of excitement travel through her body as she handed her coat to the check girl. No one mistook her for a drag queen.

The three women walked ahead and Debra followed behind, keeping up so as not to have the leather collar burn her skin from the pull of the leash. Her eyes were darting around the room. On this lower level there were many single men and they were following the four women like bears on honey. She could see some couples, many dressed in BDSM outfits. One women was strapped to a chain spider web and a man was whipping her back while a group looked on.

This was like a Disneyland for perverts. On the third floor there was mainly couples and many of the women gave the four girls the evil eye. They didn't want their men to be leering at the 'Lesbos' rather than at themselves.

She was led to a room where they could be watched. Debra was made to stand in front of each girl and kiss them. She remembered her high school days and had to admit women were much sexier kissers than men. Julie was the last to smooch with her and her tongue dominated Debra's mouth. It probed her mouth like an eel in a cave. Pushing against her teeth and gums.

Julie stepped away and Debra noticed a crowd of three or four couples were watching. She spoke loudly, "Pet, remove your skirt."

Debra was in her sub zone, as she called it, and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. She stood proudly in her bra and little boy panties. Her cunt was soaking wet. The chain leash hung down between her breasts.

"Nice, Now Pet, be a good girl and remove your bra and panties. The people want to see your tits and cunt." Julie raised her voice and spoke to the crowd,"Don't you all?"

The murmur from the crowd, words like, "slut', 'whore', 'bitch' echoed in Debra's head. She unclasped her bra and dropped it on her skirt. The panties came next and her nose curled as she got a whiff of herself. She was now clad only in heels and thigh highs, and of course a collar and leash.

There was music playing and Julie walked up to her toy and grabbed the leash. Pulling her tightly against her body they began to dance. Julie's tongue continued to show its ownership of Debra's mouth. Her assistant's hands rubbed her ass, then she turned Debra around so her back was pressed against Julie's clothed body. 

Dropping the leash Julie used her right hand to grab her melon sized breast while her other dropped between her legs. As their bodies swayed to the music Julie's fingers slipped into the center of Debra's sexuality. Debra was lost to the pleasure and with eyes closed thrust her lower body against the invading hand.

While the two hands worked her body Debra felt another hand on her ignored breast. She felt two lips lightly touch her ear and recognized the voice of Fran.

"Open your eyes," as Debra opened them she saw a room filled with mostly or partially clothed people. People of all sizes, shapes and nationalities. The one thing they all had in common was their eyes were focused on Debra. "You are a real slut, Debbie. I didn't believe what Julie said about you, but now I know it is true."

Debra could feel herself blush at the humiliating words and felt herself begin to cum on Julie's hand. Before she reached the point of no return, Julie's hand stopped and Fran twisted her nipple causing pain to interfere with Debra's body's need for release.

The two women stepped away and Julie spoke, "Do you want to cum, Pet?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"What!"

"Yes, Ma'am. I want to cum, so badly. Please."

"Get down on the floor. Put your head on the dirty floor and spread your ass. I want everyone to see your slutty little asshole. Now!" Debra dropped down and could feel everyone's eyes on her ass as she spread herself open. "Stick a finger in your ass."


Julie's command fueled Debra's need for debasement and she pushed her finger into her asshole. The crowd's taunts and laughing added to her perverted urges.

"Pull it out and stand up." Julie directed, enjoying her power. Once she stood the glistening of sweat on her body was evident as well as her excruciatingly distended nipples. "Now, show everyone what a slut you are. How you will do anything to cum."

Debra looked questionably at her tormenter and the idea of what she wanted became apparent as Julie put her finger into her own mouth and sucked it like a mini cock.

Debra raised her hand to her mouth and took the finger that had just visited her ass and sucked it into her mouth. She had cleaned her body thoroughly, yet just the act of being made to do something this vile sparked her needs and she flashed back to how Frank had made her clean his girlfriend's essence from his ass and balls.

Isn't she a slut?" Julie asked the crowd, "What else should she do to earn her orgasm?"

Voices rang out, "Make her suck my cock," and another,"Have her jump up and down."

Julie quickly silenced the one man with, "Why would I have her ruin this evening by touching, let alone sucking a cock?" 

She then looked at Debra and told her to jump up and down. This thirty something beautiful woman was degraded to the point where she was acting like some circus animal. She began to jump and felt her tits bounce off her chest. It isn't easy to sustain this type of aerobic activity in heels and she was relieved to hear Julie tell her to stop.




Therapy Ch. 06



Debra returned to her car the next afternoon, trying hard to keep her jacket closed. The women had decided to send her home sans panties and bra. She was tired and sore. Each woman, especially Julie, was a demanding lustful person. They had pushed and prodded every orifice of her body and worked her tongue so well that it hurt to move it.

Debra flashed back, again to the phrase Frank had used; a good type of pain. When she arrived home she took a long, warm bath and went to bed and slept until the next morning.

She did little on Sunday and went to bed before David arrived late that evening. If he wanted to talk, he would awaken her. When he saw her sleeping he decided to wait until they went out the next night. He was beat from the busy weekend and wanted to be fresh for what he hoped to hear.

David woke early on Monday and headed to the gym as was his routine. When he arrived he was surprised to see Frank.

"I thought you were in Vegas."

"I was, but we figured out the glitch in the first ten minutes. I got home last night. How is my slut?" David was irritated by his brashness and answered. "I think she had a quiet weekend. I was in L.A. and you were gone."

Frank was a bit relieved; at least they hadn't spoken yet, or at least not about Julie. "Did she say anything?"

"She wants to talk. We are going to dinner at Straits Cafe, tonight. I think she is going to tell me about you tonight." David smiled, knowing he was getting close to his wish to see her with another man.

"I don't think it is a good idea, David. At least not yet." He paused and looked at the perplexed look on David's face. "Guilt has set in. She may tell you but my guess is she will tell you it isn't going to happen again."

"But, but why? She knows I want it. Why would she stop now?"

"Because my friend, she liked it too much. She is afraid of acting like a complete slut again."

"I don't know. I think I will see what she has to say. Listen, Frank. if she wants it to end, I will have to let her. I, well you know, I don't want that. Not yet any ways. It is up to her. She is my wife for Christ's sake."

"Fair enough. Let me explain a little idea I have. If you don't want to try it, fine."

David felt himself harden as Frank started in on his idea.

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David called Debra at work later in the morning. He told her he was running late so she should meet him at the restaurant. He would have someone from work drop him off so they didn't have two cars. She could drop him off at his job on her way to work on Tuesday.

Julie had spoken to Frank and knew his plan. Three times during the day she made sure the two of them were alone. Julie would talk about the weekend and kiss and touch Debra. She kept putting her on the edge and then would back off.

When Debra arrived at the cafe she found her husband sitting at the bar. She smiled as she remembered how much she loved him. She had wore one of his favorite dresses. A shortish blue shift with a high neck line but a back that dropped down exposing her shoulder blades. David liked it because it advertised she was braless. She had wore some sexy sandals and one of his favorite lace panties.

They kissed and chatted for some time mainly about his trip to Los Angeles and her weekend. This was not the conversation she had talked about. That would come later. Debra felt relaxed just spending time with the man she loved and trusted. The waitress brought another round of drinks and when David said he hadn't ordered them the waitress said they were compliments of the man at the bar.

Debra turned and froze as she saw Frank raise his drink in a silent salute. 

"Do you know him?" David asked as he saw the surprised look on her face. For a moment he felt badly about his deceit.

"Yes, yes. He is a patient of mine. Mr. Pearson, I think," she stuttered.

David, to Debra's horror waved for Frank to come over. When he reached the table David introduced himself and thanked him for the drink.

"Please, Mr. Pearson. Sit down with us. It is very nice of you to be so generous."

"Well, only for a minute, but only if you promise to call me Frank. I am to meet my girlfriend in a few minutes. I must say your wife has helped me with an old injury, the least I can do is buy you a drink." He sat next to Debra and made sure his leg nudged hers under the table.

"I so look forward to my sessions and I feel bad I had to cancel last Thursday at the last minute. I am sorry David, you look so familiar. Do we know each other?"

Debra remembered her phone call to David while Frank fingered her. He had asked her if the cancellation was her well endowed client. She hoped he didn't remember. As soon as they made eye contact she knew he did. Somehow Debra was more upset with Frank's mention of his girlfriend.

They spoke for awhile, exchanging what each man did for a living and both praising Debra's therapeutic abilities. David questioned Frank about where they may have met but nothing came of it. Frank's cell rang and he left the table for a more private conversation.

David took the chance to speak, "That is Mr. big cock, isn't it Debra?" He smiled like a kid in a candy store.

"Yes, David it is. Don't get any ideas. He is just a client and I have something important to discuss with you."

Frank returned to say his girlfriend had to cancel. He excused himself and said he needed to call a taxi since he had been dropped off earlier.

"Wait," David's voice interrupted, "Why don't you join us. No reason for you to go hungry and you can get a cab after dinner or we can drop you off. You live in Los Gatos, isn't that what you said. We live in the Santa Cruz mountains. Its on our way." 

"If you don't mind. I hate to eat alone," then as if a revelation came to him, "I got it. You work out at the gym in Los Gatos. Early mornings?"

"Yes, do you?" he lied.

"That is it. I've been going for just a few months, but that must be where I have seen you. Maybe we can spot each other sometime."

"Sure. Small world isn't it Debra?" David paused to watch her shake her head in agreement. "I'll go check with the hostess and tell them we need to add Frank to our reservation." He left the two alone.

"Well, slut. It certainly is a small world. Nice husband. Too bad his cock isn't enough for you." He smiled as he saw the guilt show in her face. He knew now was the time to push it. She would show her true colors tonight. He reached across the table and grabbed her wrist. She gave a frightened look but put up no resistance as he placed her hand on his turgid cock.

"Did you miss him, slut?"

"Please, Frank. Don't do this. Not here, not now." She made no effort to move her hand, nor did she caress him.

"Answer the question, Debbie. Did you miss my cock?" With that he clenched his asshole causing his member to move against her hand. "Did you?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

What is wrong with me she wondered? "Yes, I missed your cock Frank."

"And what do you think about when you look at Davey's cock?" 

She shuddered at him calling her husband that name, "You cock Frank. Please don't do this."

"When we head for the table, excuse yourself to go to the ladies room. Take off your panties and hand them to me during dinner. I can see you are not wearing a bra."

"Please, Frank. I will do what you want. But not now, not with David..."

He cut her short, "You will do what I want when I want. Now shut up, cunt. Here he comes!"

David thought he saw Debra's hand dart away from Frank's lap but wasn't sure. He told them their table was ready and they went to be seated. At the table Debra excused herself to go to the restroom.

"Well, " David asked. "What do you think?"

"She is primed and ready. She was rubbing my cock like a street hooker," he exaggerated. "Keep to the plan and I think we will be okay."

David was right, he did see her hand in Frank's lap. He felt his cock surge as he thought of her wanton behavior. Debra came to the table and sat across from David and next to Frank. She took her clenched fist and put it in her lap. With the other hand she put her napkin in her lap. As she pretended to straighten the linen she quickly dropped her panties on Frank's lap.

Frank smiled and took his prize, fighting the urge to put them to his nose and slipped them in his front pocket. They were wet.

They ordered dinner and the drinks kept coming. Debra didn't understand why her husband was drinking so much, but put it off as excitement knowing this was the man they had talked about. Debra slowed up when the wine arrived as did Frank. David ignored her looks of concern.

By the time they finished David had a good buzz going. He could handle alcohol well but he overdid his slurring of speech and began to pretend to nod off at the table.

Frank looked at David and spoke, "Listen David. You've had a bit too much to drink and so has your wife. Why don't you let me drive you two home and I will catch a taxi from there to my house."

David, slurring like a sitcom drunk said, "Thank you. You are right, I seemed to have over done it. If you don't mind...." he was over emoting as he began to pretend to fall asleep in mid sentence. Frank cursed to himself that this idiot was going to screw up his plan.

"Come on Debbie, let's get this drunk to the car."

The other patrons shook their heads as Frank had to hold David up as they walked like kids in a three legged picnic race towards the door. When they got to the car, Frank told Debra to open the back door. He gently laid David in the back and by the time they sat in the front his feigned snoring could be heard.

"I guess he handles his booze abut the same way he does his women."

"Please, Frank. Be quiet. He may hear you!"

"Don't worry slut, I've put enough drunks to bed to know he is out." Looking over his shoulder at the prone body he renewed his talking in a loud voice. "Hey buddy, know what, I've been using your wife as my personal slut!"

The car went silent except for the deep sound of David's sleep. "See, what did I say he is out of it." Frank started the car and followed Debra's direction to their home. They lived in a relatively sparsely populated area and their neighbor's were within eyeshot, but not exactly next door to them. 

Frank pulled into the driveway and turned off the car. Debra went to open her door and as the dome light came on Frank spoke.

"Close the door, slut!" He smiled as the car went dark. He could make out Debra's expression in the moonlight and light thrown off from their garage fixture. "Take it out Debbie. You have wanted to all night."

"No, Frank. Please. Not here."

Angered by her disobedience Frank decided he would make it harder on her. "Okay. Here are the rules. You say no to me and it gets harder. We both know in the end you will do what I want. It is up to you Debbie, whether you want it easy or not."

She moved in the darkness of the car, knowing he and Julie were right. She ultimately ended up doing as she was told. She reached for his zipper when he pushed her hand away.

"I, thought you wanted me to take it out. Isn't that what you said?"

"That was before you said no to me." He rolled down the window on he side of the car. The cool air brought goose bumps to her backless dress. "Take off your dress and toss it out of the car."

He can't be serious! She was in front of her home with her husband asleep in the back of the car. She knew what she needed to say. Why did they have to run into him tonight of all nights. She thought of how her plans of telling the truth were being changed. She scooted forward in the seat and pulled one arm out of the dress. Then the other; she could feel Frank's eyes on her breasts. She lifted her ass off the upholstery and slide the dress to the floor of the car. She made no move to pick it up, hoping Frank wouldn't press his demand now that she was nude.

"Well, " his voice filled her with a fear that seemed connected to her clitoris. She reached down and picked up the dress but before she could drop it out the window he spoke, "For not following my directions without hesitation I want you to walk to your mailbox and put the dress inside."

The mail box was at the curb about fifteen feet from the end car. Because of a rash of robberies and fears of identity theft they had placed a box that needed a key to open. She told Frank, hoping he would reconsider.

"You should have thought about that earlier, slut. Now if you don't want me to have you place it in your neighbor's box you better get moving. And leave the door open."

When she opened the door the interior light bathed the area. If, by chance a neighbor was watching the light would afford them a clear view. She stepped out into the night and quickly moved to the mailbox. It took her what seemed like minutes to slowly stuff the material through the slot. When she came back into the car she was happy to settle back into the darkness.

"Now, you may take it out."

She reached over and loosened his belt and pulled down his zipper. The metal noise echoed in the car and she stopped for a second to be sure David was still out. Once her hand wrapped around the growing member Debra knew she would do whatever Frank asked.

"Stroke it. Feel it growing in your hands. Do you want to suck it for me?"

"Yes, anything you want Frank."

"Well, I will give you a choice. You will suck me off in the car and swallow my load. Then we will take that, "and he shrugged his shoulder in David's direction. "up to bed. I will be ready to fuck you after that. Or, we call it quits now and you run inside and put some clothes on. Call a Taxi and I will leave after helping you with Davey." He smiled, smugly knowing her answer beforehand, "You will never see me again, or my cock. Well, tell me what you want Debbie."

She thought to herself; why did Frank and Julie add to her debasement and make her choose her own debauchery? How could those two come into her life at the same time, she wondered.

She felt his cock throb in her hand as she stroked it. She bent down and licked the precum from the head and spoke, "You know my answer Frank. I want your cock. Please."

"You are my little slut, aren't you Debbie?" He gazed at her in the moonlight. "My little fuck slut. Go ahead and suck my cock, whore. Suck me while your husband dreams of his pretty faithful wife."

She hesitated when she heard the word 'faithful', then dropped her head into his lap and stretched her lips around his massive organ. He pushed her head down making her gag on his cock. She couldn't get her breath and thought she would vomit. She concentrated on relaxing her throat and finally was able to breath as he fucked her mouth. He would hold her head until he felt her throat constrict on the head of his cock. He would then let up and give her a chance to breath. Frank hoped David was enjoying his fantasy.

It didn't take long for her ministrations to provide the result they both wanted. Frank grabbed her head and began to empty his balls into her mouth. After the first pulses hit her in the mouth, this evil man pulled his cock from her lips and finished on her face and hair.

When he finally released her from his grip he spoke, "Do not wipe your face. I want you to bask in my cum as we carry David in the house. Go unlock the front door, then come back here and give me a hand."

As soon as Debra closed the car door Frank turned and spoke to the still silent David. "Boy can your wife suck cock. Did you hear her gagging on it. Shit, she nearly got it all in her mouth."

"I could hear, I don't believe you made her strip in front of our own house, you bastard!"

"Don't be calling me names. You're the one who set her up. The one who got excited over my cock. The one who pretended to be drunk so he could hear his wife be treated like a slut." Frank's voice once again intimidated David. "Don't fuck with me. Now here she comes."

Debra came to the car, wearing her silken robe which she had grabbed from her bedroom. She saw Frank pulling the still unconscious body of her husband out of the back seat. When she came to help she sensed she had upset him again.

"Did I tell you to put clothes on, cunt?'

"No, I just thought...."

"Won't you ever learn, not to think? Come on give me a hand, I'll deal with you later!"

They finally got David onto his feet during which he made a few moans as though he was awakening. They carried him to their bedroom and laid him on the bed, where Debra pulled off his shoes and covered him with the comforter. He quickly rolled onto his side and settled into a regular breathing pattern.

"Just like physics, for every action there is a reaction. I warned you not to disobey me."

"Frank, I was afraid he might wake up. How could I explain being buck naked in front of my house with a patient of mine?"

This one time Frank realized she was right. She didn't have the advantage of knowing David wasn't going to 'wake' up. He shook his head and told her she was right. Next time, though she should ask him before she made a decision. Debra felt as though she had won a small victory and made no effort to stop Frank from pulling the robe off her shoulders and dropping it to the floor. She hadn't cum all night and was ready to fuck him. They walked down the hall to the guest bedroom where they closed the door. David snuck to the door and listened for the entire time as his wife begged for cock and groaned in ecstasy as she experienced orgasm after orgasm. David came in his pants without even touching himself.

When they finished Frank decided it would take forever for a taxi to get to their house at that hour. He had Debra put on her robe only and drive him home. Not being allowed to clean up he took pleasure in seeing the street lights shine through the windshield showing the dried cum on her cheek and hair. When she arrived at his condo in Los Gatos he spoke.

"I enjoyed tonight, slut. It isn't every day you find a woman who will not only cheat on her husband but do it right in front of him."

"Please Frank, I am feeling bad enough about this. I had every intention of telling him about us tonight. If we hadn't run into you I think I would have told him. I love him and I originally started this because he has always wanted me to. But, but now I, I think...I don't know what I think. I don't want to share this with him. I want it for myself, but I don't want to lose him."

"I am not sure telling him now would be such a good idea, Debbie. If you did, I think he maybe would understand a fling at the office, but not what happened tonight."

"I know. What should I do?"

"I will start getting friendlier with him at the gym. Once I have his confidence I will see try and see where he is coming from." He looked at her and reached into her robe pulling out her tits. "Until then you will be my slut, at my beck and call. No more of this just at the office shit. Do you understand? I own these!" With that he squeezed her nipple, twisting it roughly."

Why did she let this man do these things to her, or rather why did she crave this kind of treatment?

To be continued. Thank You.



Therapy Ch. 07



"Training is everything," Frank replied smiling. "That is why Debbie is going to be a valuable commodity someday. We need to keep after her until she is properly disciplined and trained. The most important element is teaching a slut to enjoy being a slut. That's the most satisfying part. Any idiot can rape a woman, or use their cunt for his own pleasure. But the the real art is making them not just want it, but need it, need to serve, need to be abased, humiliated until that is the only way they get pleasure.

Julie could not believe this guy! She agreed to meet for lunch and when she asked what was next he went on this tirade.

"Easy, Frank. I think you are going a little crazy here. I'm not looking to, I mean, I was just having fun. I am not like you." Julie stammered.

"Julie, you are right, we are not alike. I think there are only two things we have in common. First," and he smiled, " we both love pussy. And, seriously we both have experienced something with Debbie. You have to admit, at the club and later at your friend's house you did somethings you may have dreamt of, but will probably never get a chance to do again. Are you ready to give up that power?"

Julie knew he was right. To have control over another woman was intoxicating, no it was addictive. She wasn't ready to give it up until she had to leave for college.

Shaking her head, she asked Frank, "What do you want me to do next?"

"I think we are at a critical stage now. She is ready to break; to give up all resistance and fully submit. Now, we must press and not give her a chance to think. She needs to be kept on edge at work and away. Her only orgasms need to be associated with humiliation and degradation. Debra will relate her abasement with pleasure. She needs not to be able to have one without the other."

The rest of the luncheon was spent making plans. Each trying to outdo the others idea. Frank, apparently not concerned with money, gave Julie cash for some needed purchases.

They decided to leave her alone until the next day. On Wednesday Debra would begin her training; whether she was aware of it or not.

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Tuesday was a blur to Debra. She barely slept after what happened with Frank. Every time she thought of the things she did while David was so close caused a tingle throughout her body. David woke up late this morning and headed off to work with quite a hangover. He didn't remember how he got home and told Debra he would be sure to thank Frank for helping them out. If he only knew!

That evening her and David were eating take out Chinese food. They hadn't talked much since arriving home from work.

David, holding the white cardboard box of Chow Mien, spoke as he ate with the wooded chop sticks, "Debra, I am sorry about how much I drank last night. I hope I didn't make too much of a fool of myself." A piece of noodle hung from his lip for a spilt second before it dropped back into the box.

"Well," she smiled, "you certainly did overdo it. But don't worry. Luckily Mr. Pear...err, Frank was able to help me out." She thought of how much he helped her and felt the need for more of his help. 

"I know you wanted to talk. Tonight I am all yours." Frank had told David to put 'the ball in her court' and see what she did with it. He also told him they shouldn't have any sex.

"You know, Honey," she lied, "I wanted to talk about us getting away later this summer. We have both been so busy, I thought it would be like a second honeymoon."

Frank was right! She isn't ready to let this go. He smiled, "I love that idea. When I finish this custom home I should be able to take a couple of weeks off. Where do you want to go?"

"Anywhere there is a lot of sun and beaches."

And cocks for you to suck and fuck, he thought while his cock hardened. I heard you sucking Frank's cock in our car. What a slut! Naked in front of our home sucking like a seasoned whore. No more listening through closed doors; he wanted to witness it first hand. David wanted to take his wife right now, but remembered Frank's instructions.

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Debra arrived early to work on Wednesday. She dressed in her Khakis and blouse as usual. She felt comfortable in her underwear and was ready to start her day. When she walked into her office she noticed a brown paper bag with a note attached to it.

She read the note:

Pet, 

Put your bra and panties in the bag. Place the panties in the bag on. You may need to use the Astoglide I included. You will wear them everyday this week from the time you arrive until you leave. I will witness the removal each evening. When you are done call me into your office.

Debra held the note for some time, staring blankly at it. Her nipples were hard and her breath was short and shallow. She opened the bag and pulled the black item out. It took her a few seconds to understand exactly what she was looking at.

In her hand was a pair of black PVC panties. There was a slit where the crotch was and inside the panties was a black rubber butt plug. It was attached to the panties and looked to be three or so inches long. Debra thought, not too long to be painful, but long enough for her to be reminded of Julie's dominance throughout the day. There was also the bottle of lubricant.

Debra looking at the clock knew she had only fifteen minutes before her first patient. She rushed to her bathroom and locked the door behind her. First she removed her bra, silently hoping it would be returned. She will need to go shopping for underwear at the rate she is losing them. 

She noticed her nipples straining against her blouse and was thankful her lab coat would cover them. Next she shucked her khakis off. The panties were united with her bra in the bag. The black panties were very tight and hard to put on. She remembered the baby powder she kept and found it helped the PVC slide up her legs. She could smell her excitement.

Once the panties were over her hips she had to try and position the plug at her asses entrance. She squirted some of the lube on her hand and liberally rubbed it on the plug and her asshole. It hurt as she pushed it against her sphincter and even with her trying to relax she could not get the wide part into her asshole. Looking at her watch, she knew she had no choice but to force it. The pain was intense but finally she felt it slip into her dark rear tunnel. It continued to hurt, yet she ignored the pain; in fact she enjoyed it.

She went back in her office and rang Julie. She stood, in her position and waited for the door to open. As soon as Julie walked in Debra involuntarily began to squeeze her asshole onto the plug.

Julie looked at her Pet and smiled. Her nipples were so obvious through her blouse. For a moment she considered not allowing her to wear her lab coat, but quickly dismissed the idea.

"Open your blouse, Pet." Julie stood directly in front of Debra.

"Yes Ma'am." Debra fumbled with the buttons and soon had undone them all. She pulled back the shirt, exposing her breasts to this woman.

Julie pulled, from her lab pocket, what looked like a needle nose pliers. Suddenly Debra feared something horrible was to happen.

Sensing her trepidation Julie spoke, "Don't be afraid Pet. This little contraption won't hurt you," she paused, "much."

Debra could see as Julie closed the pliers it caused the prongs to spread. At the end was a small rubber band, much like the ones kids get from their orthodontist. Julie lifted Debra's breast and pushed the pliers' tongs on each side of the nipple. When she released the tension the tongs released the pressure on the band and it tightened on the distended nipple.

There was a sharp intake of breath from Debra as the blood was restricted to her nipple. She felt a numbing pain and noticed her nipple was now longer than she had ever seen it. Julie quickly repeated the process on the other nipple.

"Hurry and get dressed. Meet me here at lunch, be in position when I arrive. I will remove the bands for the lunch hour. If you are late they will stay on all day and your nipples may just fall off!" Julie laughed as she left the office.

The entire morning was, thankfully busy. Debra kept herself busy, but every step reminded her of Julie; the butt plug would press inside her ass as she moved. Any movement by her arms or just the pressure of her lab coat caused her nipples to throb. Her last patient left at noon. Debra went to her office and stood in position, by her desk.

At fifteen past noon the door opened and Julie entered. She had her lunch with her and she ignored her boss as she sat down at the desk. She opened her zippered lunch bag and pulled out a sandwich which she unwrapped and slowly began to eat. She had yet to acknowledge Debra.

Debra stood a still as possible and fought the urge to speak. If she did Julie would reprimand her for being insolent, but then again, she reasoned, maybe she is waiting for me to speak?

Finally the silence was broken by one word. "Strip."

Debra glanced at the office door and could see it wasn't locked. She knew better than to point it out to Julie. She kicked off her shoes, dropped her lab coat and removed her blouse. Julie saw the lewd, swollen nubs that were once nipples. They were blue and had swollen to the point where the rubber bands were barely visible.

Debra next pushed down her Khaki's and stopped for a moment, standing in just her black panties.

"Leave them on, Pet. You look so, well for lack of a better word, so silly. You look like you are wearing a twelve year olds briefs and your poor nips look grotesque." Julie stood and walked around the desk, knowing her words had humiliated Debra.

"I want you to cum for me, " she spoke as she began to pull her dress up," Cum like the slut you are. You may not dress until I am convinced you have put every effort into satisfying my wish."

Debra watched as the dress cleared Julie's waist and she was surprised to see Julie had Debra's panties on.

"You want to cum for me, don't you Pet?"

"Yes Ma'am," she saw Julie waiting for her to finish, "I want to cum for you."

Julie's hand went to her crotch and she began to push her finger against the material, forcing the panties inside her cunt. Debra could not tear her eyes away from the finger pushing itself deeper and deeper.

Julie spread her legs and squatted slightly. Her finger pulled away from her sex leaving the material stuck inside. Julie looked at Debra and smiled. She closed her eyes and Debra stared at her face thinking she was cumming. Until she heard the noise, the splatter. She looked down and saw a wet spot spreading throughout the front panel of her panties and the yellow fluid dripping out the legs and through the material. She was pissing my panties!

A small puddle formed on the linoleum and Julie stopped before it reached her shoes. She stepped away from the puddle and rolled the panties down her legs. She used the dry back of the panel to quickly wipe her thighs. She let her dress drop and stepping over the puddle she stood inches from the near nude therapist.

"Cum, for me my slut. Put your hand inside your rubber pants and make yourself cum." She reached out with one hand and rubbed one of the nipples making Debra moan in pain. "I will pull these, " she tweaked the nipple, "off when you are there. It will hurt, but it will be a good hurt."

Debra thought of Frank and wondered where Julie had heard that phrase.

"In case you decide to scream, this will help," with that Julie pushed the soiled panties against Debra's lips. Her nostrils flared at the acrid odor and she kept her lips sealed until she heard the agitated voice of her mistress.

"Open, unless you want to do this in the reception room." Julie smiled as she felt the lips stop their resistance and she fed the panty into the open mouth. "Start, Pet, you do not have much time."

Debra slid her hand through the opening of the tight rubber like panties. When her finger found its prey she ignored how wet she was. That didn't seem to surprise her any more.

She worked her finger hard against her clit and made eye contact with Julie. Julie stepped closer and rubbed both sore nipples. This was not an evil act, no it was an act of kindness. The rubbing helped Debra center her passions towards her goal. When she was close to hitting her pinnacle Julie gave a nod of understanding. As the orgasm began to ripple through her body, Julie took her nails and forced them between skin and rubber. As the bands flipped off her nipples and the orgasm reached the point of no return all the mini vessels were filled by the onrush of blood and the pain, combined with the pleasure took Debra to a plateau she had never been before. Even with Frank. She groaned into the panty and realized their importance in preventing her from being heard in the parking lot.

As the feeling began to subside she leaned forward resting her head against Julie fighting the urge to slip into a coma.

Julie pushed her away, afraid of being close to her foul mouthed boss. "Get dressed and clean this place up. No more bands today, slut. Your nips look too sore." She laughed, "You can lose the plug also. After you clean it, put it in your top left desk drawer, " she paused, "until tomorrow."

As she headed out the door she added, "You can wear your panties, or go commando. Up to you."

Debra found the energy needed to dress herself, sans panties and bra, and clean the floor. After washing the plug and putting it away she was ready for work. Her and Julie only interacted with work related items for the afternoon.

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At five Julie left without as much saying good bye. Debra felt hurt and absently rubbed her nipples under the lab coat. Her cell phone rang as she was getting ready to leave. The caller ID told her it was her husband.

"Hi, David. What's up?"

"Hey, Babe. I felt so bad about Monday night, I must have embarrassed you. Especially in front of a client."

"Don't worry, I'm sure Frank has forgotten about it already."

Yeah, right, thought David. "Well, this morning in the gym I apologized and asked him out to dinner tonight. To make it up to him."

"You what! Without asking me first. Damn it David. Why don't you think about me. What if I don't want to go, I had a hard day today!"

He could feel the anger rise; think about her, that is a laugh. Was she thinking of him while she blew this guy in our driveway?

"Sorry, Debra. I asked him to pick you up and we would meet for dinner at the Pruneyard," he added, "do this for me, I like this guy."

"I guess I don't have a choice, do I?" she remembered how she was dressed and how her nipples were obvious through the blouse. "I need to go home and change, call him and tell him we will all meet at the restaurant."

"I'll try but I think he is on his way, if not there by now," David had heard from Frank when he arrived at the parking lot, "I'm sure you look fine."

Debra rushed out the door, hoping to leave before Frank's arrival. It was not to be; there, parked next to her car was Frank's Mercedes and he was leaning against the driver's side door. He smiled when he saw her, or more to the point, when he saw her nipples.

She looked like her body ran out of gas as soon as she spied him. Her trot turned to a slow pace as she moved toward her tormenter and the now so familiar burning began in her loins.

"Well, hello slut. I am surprised, did you do this," he nodded his eyes towards her breasts, "for me?"

Debra, suddenly knew she had a way out of this. "David called and said he asked you out to dinner. When I found out you were going to pick me up, " she smiled her best little girl smile and stuck her chest out, "I thought I'd surprise you."

"Well, I like that, slut. Now show them to me."

Her eyes pleaded for him not to make her but she saw no compassion in his eyes. She unbuttoned the blouse and with her back to the street she pulled the blouse apart.

"My god, what happened to you? Did you let a dog chew on those?"

"I, I," she had to think, "I was thinking of you so I put rubber bands on them and I guess I left them on too long."

He shook his head and added, "Let me see my cunt too."

Debra unzipped her Khakis and spread them in the front so as not to expose her ass to traffic. Frank commented on the lack of panties and told her she was a real slut. When they got in the car he asked her how she was going to explain the lack of underclothes to her husband.

"Well, when we first met and I saw, I saw your, um cock. I told David and he has a fantasy about me fucking a well endowed man. I will tell him I did it to excite him. He will believe that."

"Why don't you quite the games and tell him you are a slave to my cock?"

"I'm not ready yet Frank. I don't want to hurt him and I am not ready to give you up."

He turned in his seat and looked into her eyes. "You will never give me up. I will decide when and if it ends. We better get going."

They drove in silence to the Pruneyard complex. Frank passed a few open spots and parked in the back structure. Once they exited the car they walked a few hundred feet and he stopped.

"I suggest you pretend to get sick tonight. If he sees those nipples he is going to ask a lot of questions. I know it will take until at least the morning for those to look normal again."

She nodded her head in agreement and began to walk. When she noticed the only sound was her steps on the cold concrete floor she turned.

"Take them out again."

She didn't even bother to look around. She opened the blouse and pulled her breasts out. The florescent light gave an eerie bluish tint to her swollen nipples. Frank unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock and began to stroke it while she watched.

"It turns me on, knowing you hurt yourself for me. The good pain we talked about." Debra remembered Julie saying the same thing hours earlier. 

"Hurt them for me Debbie. Show me my slut will do anything for my cock."

Debbie reached up and winced as she touched her tender nubs. She stared, transfixed at the sight of him slowly jerking his mammoth cock. The faster her moved his hand the harder she rubbed her nipples. His head swelled and turned a deep purple; she knew he was getting close.

"Get over here. On your knees." She moved quickly and dropped in front of Frank watching as his hand became a blur. "Pull on them slut, I'm gonna cum on those fucking tits."

As he finished the sentence the first spurt hit her squarely between the tits, the second followed closely behind and he was able to order her before the third.

"Your mouth, quick before I soak your blouse!" 

Debra understood what he was saying and she lunged forward like a baby bird in a nest reaching for a worm. Just as the third jet started to leave she clamped her mouth over the pulsating head and felt blast after blast fill her mouth. She swallowed greedily and never let up the pressure on her tits.

When he finally finished he left his cock in her mouth and felt her suckle it as though it was a pacifier. Finally he stepped back until it pulled free from her mouth. He put himself away and looked down at her. The cum was dripping down her cleavage towards her pants. He somehow missed the blouse.

"Hurry, eat that cum before it stains your pants." He almost laughed at the comical look of her scooping the white droplets off her tits and stomach and feeding it to her eager mouth.

Once she was semi-presentable they went to the restaurant and met David. The first thing he noticed was his braless wife. Frank headed to the restroom.

"Where is your bra?" he asked, knowing Frank must have orchestrated this. What excuse would she come up with, he thought.

"I had removed my bra and panties," she smiled, "to surprise you. Then you called and before I could put them back on Frank showed up." She thought that a reasonable explanation.




Therapy Ch. 08



It had been well over a month since Frank, Debra and David had been together. During this time Frank and Julie had been relentless with their 'training' of Debra. A day didn't go by where she wasn't used, degraded or humiliated by either of them. It was taking a toll on Debra. She had stopped eating regularly and was now down almost twenty pounds. Frank had found it easier to control her by introducing her to cocaine. Now he could tap not only into her submissive nature but her addiction for the white powder made her more willing to perform for him. David was unaware of of this new turn of events, yet knew her work and their marriage was suffering.

As Frank predicted she had come to associate her abasement with her pleasure. She no longer complained or tried to deny Frank or Julie any order they gave. Often times both of them shared her with their friends.

To someone looking in from the outside, Debra had become their slave. Some may call it the 'Patty Hearst' syndrome or link it to some hostage brainwashing scenario. Whatever the case Debra had become what David wanted; a slut. Yet David did not benefit from this metamorphosis.

She virtually ignored him sexually, only responding to his overtures when instructed to do so by Frank. When this occurred it always was some deviant type of sex that she would use her charm and guile to engage her husband into. No more romantic, soft, love making. Now it was public sex, anal sex, golden showers among other things. David enjoyed this but missed his wife. It had to come to an end and he decided to tell Frank it was over.

David invited Frank over their house for dinner, telling him it was time for Debra to know her husband had a hand in her relationship with Frank. Frank advised against it but relented when David said he was telling her no matter what.

Debra wasn't sure why Frank was coming to dinner, David and him had become fast friends since they met that night but she had tried to distance them as much as possible. She was afraid David would find out about Frank. She knew now, she didn't have the will to deny Frank anything.

After David served everyone drinks they sat in the family room and David spoke.

"Debra, there is something I need to tell you. Something I should have explained weeks ago," his voice sounded troubled, "I , well you know how much I always wanted to see you with.."

His voice was cut short by Frank's command, "Slut," he paused and saw Debbie's eyes widen and David's mouth fall open. "If I have to listen to some confession from this wimp husband of yours, I may as well have your lips wrapped around my cock."

He unzipped his pants and fished out his cock. Frank sat on the sofa spreading his legs and gently stroking himself. The room was silent.

"You know what happens when you do not follow my directions immediately! Now strip off everything and crawl like the bitch you are over here."

"Now hold it Frank, I need to talk and you can't think she is going to jump to attention in our own home," David stopped speaking when he saw Frank smile and gesture to Debra who was behind David.

He turned and looked on in awe. She was topless and was skimming her skirt over her hips. She could not look at her husband but she could not refuse Frank. Once nude, she dropped to her knees and began to crawl until Frank's voice rang out again.

"Lower cunt, I want your nipples to drag on the carpet." He looked at David and added, "Don't get any ideas, Davey boy. I would love to knock you all around this room."

Was it fear and intimidation that kept David silent or the vision of his wife crawling like an animal towards Frank. As soon as she reached the sofa, Debra sat up between Frank's legs and made fast work of sucking his now hard member into her mouth.

"Since your husband seems to be speechless, let me continue with his story. Just look up at me with your pretty green eyes and do not remove your lips from my cock. Understand, Slut?"

Debra looked up and nodded her head. Her practiced lips were making slurping sounds that echoed in the room. This was how Frank had taught her; he said a slut should always give a noisy, messy blow job.

"Look at your husband," Debra turned her head slightly and could see the noticeable bulge in his pants. "Here is his wife sucking some guys cock who is about to divulge a secret that may ruin his marriage and he gets a woody." Frank laughed and David felt shame but could not pull his eyes away from her mouth on his prick.

"As you know, Davey here has always wanted you to act the slut while he watched. What you don't know is he engineered this whole thing. Weeks before I ever knew about you Debbie, your hubby and I had met in the gym. When he saw my cock he became crazy about putting us together. The appointment at your office was set up on the best day for you to be the weakest. He made sure you were horny, he told me your likes and dislikes, he pretended to be drunk so he could listen to you suck me off in the car. He did nothing as I humiliated you and sent you naked from the car." 

Debra had stopped sucking, the cock was still in her mouth but she was motionless as tears formed in her eyes and dripped down her cheek onto Frank's lap.

"Most everything I have done, I did with his consent. The crazy thing is he listened to me when I told him not to tell you. I told him we needed more time to train you. Yes, train you!"

Finally David had the courage to speak, "Debra, I wanted to tell you, I was going to tonight. I love you, this went too far. I admit it excited me but now, look at you. You're wasting away, you no longer want to make love, you've changed. I want the old Debra back. I will make it up to you, I promise."

Debra looked up at Frank, her eyes pleading. He nodded and she let his cock drop from her mouth. She stood and turned towards David.

"The old Debra is gone you bastard!" she was sobbing softly and though she was angry there was little volume to her voice. "She is gone and I don't want her back. Frank gives me what you can't. I love his cock and that is your doing, I now understand. You can walk out that door and leave, or you can sit down and watch what you have dreamed of all these years. It is up to you David. I still feel for you, but don't make me choose."

"Listen kids, this is all very sweet, " Frank spoke, "but I want to cum. So here is what we are going to do. Slut will suck me off and Davey, you can leave or watch. Your choice. After I cum in her mouth, I think I will beat her tits a little while she masturbates for me. Then we will go to bed. I will, of course, sleep in the master bedroom and in the morning I will leave. I am sure you two will have things to talk about."

With that Frank pointed at his cock and Debra immediately resumed her position. The room again filled with the sounds of her sucking. David wanted to drag her by the hair away from him and beat Frank to a pulp. He wanted to scream 'STOP', he wanted to try and end this but instead he slumped into a chair and watched his wife service, who he once thought was, his friend. As Frank covered Debra's face with copious amounts of cum, David silently came in his pants. As Frank slapped Debra's tits while she fingered herself and begged for more he came again.

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Frank left the following morning, knowing this may be the last time he saw either of them again.

Debra went to the guest room wearing her robe and knocked softly before entering. David was sitting on the edge of the bed. He looked as though he did not sleep well.

"Debra, I am so sorry,"he exclaimed.

"It is too late for that. Last night, if you were really sorry, you would have tried to stop me. If Frank had beat you to a pulp, or even if you had left, maybe I would have believed you were sorry."

David knew she was right, "So what do we do now?"

"We can keep things like they have been, but now," she stressed that word, "they will be in the open." She smiled a sad smile and added, "I will be your wife but his slut." She thought about Julie and how she would fit in the picture.

"Or," she added, "you can leave. If you stay things will always be different, whether Frank is in the picture or not. But, I do have feelings for you and as silly as this sounds I see myself getting old with you, not him." She thought to herself how she would overcome her love of cocaine and work at her marriage and her therapy practice.

David walked over to her and put his arms around her. He placed his lips next to her ear and said, "I want to try and I promise you this, I will never lie to you again."

For the first time in weeks they made love. Afterwards Debra told David, Frank wanted him to call if they decided to stay together. David felt angry as he realized Frank didn't even entertain the idea they may stay together without him being involved.

He dialed the cell number and heard his voice, "Frank, this is David."

"Well, I guess this means you two have decided to give it a go. I am glad. This way you can pay for the bitch and I will have her to play with." He laughed into the phone.

"You like to play poker, Dave?"

"Not really, why?"

"Well, tonight, the so called, night out with the partner, to discuss the office, well that was crap. I am having a card game tonight and slut was going, well actually still is going to be the entertainment. Now don't worry, I like fucking her too much to risk things. These guys are all clean, married and all been tested. She won't catch anything here. I've got an opening, so I want you here. We will play dumb and not let on she is your wife. Okay?"

"I, guess. This is awful sudden, Frank, maybe we could wait."

"No way. These guys paid good money for tonight. We are meeting at a friends house in the hills. I gave the slut the address, be sure you are there by eight o'clock. Tell the slut to wear the outfit I picked out this morning." He clicked his phone shut.

David told Debra what Frank said. She admitted the evening had been planned for awhile. She said she knew some of the guys from before but never had she been with a group. When David asked she told him Frank liked having her give blow jobs to his friends in their cars or bar bathrooms. When David asked her how she felt about being used as a whore, she got angry.

"I don't get any money for this. I do it because Frank wants me to. Are we going to fight about this every time? If we are lets call it quits!"

David knew this was not the time to fight or pressure her. He suddenly realized his wife was addicted. Not to drugs or gambling, like so many people, but to sex. Her submission no longer was a pleasure for her, as much as it was a craving her body required. Like an addict, trying to make her go 'cold turkey' may have devastating results. David felt he had a chance to stay in her life and needed to make a plan that gave him the opportunity to do it. He was yet to understand her actions were not only a mental dependence on Frank, but a chemical one as well.

Frank and probably his wife, may consider him a cuckold and wimp but his choices are few. If he goes crazy and kills Frank, or does a murder suicide of all three; what is the good of that? If he leaves, the one woman he has ever loved, will be the plaything of an evil man. In her state of mind he will not be able to convince her to leave on her own, yet. David remodeled the home of a psychiatrist. He will call him on Monday and ask for advice. As for this weekend, well he will just have to endure it. David felt guilty as he felt his cock stir in his pants.

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It was a little after eleven when the door bell rang. Both David and Debra shrugged their shoulders indicating they didn't know who it was. David hoped it wasn't Frank, knowing he would see enough of him at the poker game tonight.

Debra opened the door and stood for a few seconds with a surprise look on her face.

"Julie, what are you doing, oh, excuse me come on in." Debra stammered, finding this very unexpected.

Julie walked in with a bright smile and waved a hello to David. "Don't tell me you forgot," and with a pouty look on her face she continued, "you promised to take me to the mall shopping today. This is my last week at work and you were going to help me pick some things out for school."

Her manner and tone all indicated playful conversation but her eyes told Debra this was something she should not refuse. Plus she didn't want David learning about Julie after what happened last night.

"Oh, I am sorry, I think it just slipped my mind. Let me run and change."

"Are you sure. I can go on my own if you two are busy," looking at the short robe Debra was wearing she giggled, "I hope I didn't interrupt anything.

"No, no we just got up. It will be nice for her to get out, I have some work to do around the house, anyway." David interjected.

Debra returned a few minutes later in a summer dress and strappy sandals with short heels. She hoped David wouldn't look too closely and see she was braless and pantiless; a strict rule of Julie. Luckily, David was in the kitchen and just yelled out for them to have fun. 

Julie whispered loud enough for only Debra to hear, "I am planning on it, Pet."

Julie drove an old Acura and before Debra could scoot down to sit in the passenger seat Julie instructed her to pull her dress up so her ass was on the rough torn upholstery. Even with the events of the last thirty six hours Debra couldn't deny the familiar tingle in her pussy when ordered by Julie.

"You handled this surprise well, Pet. I wanted to be with you today because I am leaving earlier than expected. I am leaving Monday. The new girl is doing fine so I don't feel bad about work, but I will miss you." Julie thought she saw a bit of sadness in Debra's eyes.

"Miss Julie, I am glad to see you, but I must tell you I need to be back by at least seven o'clock tonight for an important meeting."

Julie had a serious look on her face and for the first time she addressed Debra by her name. "Debra, that is why I am here. I know about tonight. Let's get a coffee."

Debra was confused. How could Julie know about Frank's poker party? And, for that matter what did she know about it? They pulled into a Denny's restaurant and found a quiet booth in the back. Debra, instinctively pulled her skirt up, being sure her flesh touched the booth. Julie did not seem to notice. They ordered coffee.

"Debra. In my own way I have come to love you. A relationship like ours needs to be based on trust and respect of ones limits. I am not really sure if you have limits or not, but I have never done anything I didn't think, deep down, you didn't enjoy." Julie paused and felt her eyes beginning to moisten.

She went on to explain how Frank had contacted her and paid her to help in her training. Debra felt as though she had been run over by a truck. First she learns her husband was helping in Frank's control of her and now Julie. Was she so stupid not to have figured it out, or was it she didn't care.

"Miss Julie," tears were forming in her eyes as she spoke, "I found out last night that David was behind my meeting Frank. And now...and now I find he set me up with you, after he promised he would never lie!"

"Wait, Debra, your husband has nothing to do, as far as I know, with me and you. Frank arranged it. He knew I was gay and told me the two of us could control you. I jumped at the chance. You are a beautiful woman and to be able to have you at my beck and call. But, but he is beginning to scare me. That is why I am leaving and why I had to talk to you before tonight."

"I know about tonight. He is planing a gang bang with a bunch of his friends. And you know what," her voice was rising as she began to get angry, "I am looking forward to it. At least I know where he is coming from. At least Frank tells it like it is!"

Julie reached across the table and gently clasped her two hands around Debra right hand, "Pet, Debra. Listen to me. Frank is evil. He tells me things about you and his plans. He's hooked you on cocaine because it helps make you more cooperative and it numbs your body so he can push you further."

"Stop, I don't want to hear any more!" Debra stared to rise but Julie firmly held onto her wrist and prevented it.

"You have to listen. I met Frank yesterday morning and he told me about tonight. He has ten guys lined up, and they have each paid a lot of money. But, " she paused looking into her friends eyes, "but there isn't going to be a gang bang."

"So, what then, I will suck them all off? " she laughed, "I am getting wet thinking about it now. I guess you two trained me well, huh?"

"No, well I guess yes, he did say he was going to parade you around in just a collar and leash. Show off his 'bitch' and let them all use your mouth. There will be plenty of coke for you, for the show."

"The show?"

"Yes, after they play a bit with you, then this guys house is in the hills and he has. like an old stable in the back. They have dog fights back there and there is a lot of betting....the dogs fight till , until one dies"

"I don't give a shit, if a dog dies. I will do what Frank wants. I do not know why you are telling me this." Debra spoke calmly.

Julie continued, "Let me finish, they bet and the dogs fight and, and the winner," she paused, almost embarrassed to continue, "the winner.."

Debra interrupted, "the winner what? Gets me for the night. Fucks me or beats my tits while all the other guys watch? I hope they all fuck me."

"No, Debra. Not the winner of the bet. The winner of the fight," she paused, realizing this woman didn't understand, "the dog. The winner of the dog fight. You are his prize. Everyone is paying to see the winning dog fuck his bitch."

Nothing was said for minutes, though it seemed like an eternity. Finally Julie spoke. She described how Frank was so proud of his plan. How he was having it filmed professionally and how he boasted about the money he would make. Julie spoke for some time and when she finished Debra whispered something she could not understand. 

Debra repeated it in a louder voice, "If I go," then a bit louder, "if I go, I will not be able to say no to him. What have I become?"

"That is why I came. You have to leave. Get away from him. Now!"

"Where will I go? David? What will he do? Frank invited him to the party. He will get off on it. Where do I go?" She asked. "and do you know what, I am sitting her, repulsed. Sickened, but God help me if I am not wet and thinking about all those men watching me being reduced to nothing more than an animal. You and Frank have ruined my life."

Julie and her walked to the car and drove back home in silence. When they went inside Debra went upstairs to dress for the party. Julie sat David down and retold the story she told Debra. She left David sitting alone in the living room. She wasn't sure what would happen tonight, but at least she did what she could.

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Two months passed and Julie finally decided she wanted to know how Debra was. She had hesitated all this time because she felt, deep inside, that the two of them, Debra and David went to the party that night.

She called the therapy office and the girl who replaced her answered the phone, "Good morning, Gillian Therapy. How may I help you?"

No mention of Debra. Is it a good sign, she wondered. She explained who she was and said she wanted to track down her old boss, Debra.

There was a pause and finally the voice responded, "I'm sorry. Debra sold her practice and moved out of the area."

"Do you have an address, I would like to contact her."

"I. I am sorry, I am not suppose to talk about her. Well, you worked for her, so maybe. First of all I do not know the whole story, but she just didn't show up for work on a Monday a couple of months ago. Her husband called and said she was leaving for awhile. Back home, but I think she went to rehab. The story I heard she got involved with a client and he got her hooked on drugs. That same weekend, before she left this guy got beaten and torn up at a dog fight. He is still in the hospital and from what I understand he may not recover completely. I...I gotta go."