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Caitlyn's Treatment Ch. 01

By: chloejacobs83



"Hello?"

"Hi, how may I help you?"

"Dr. Venruil, please."

I heard some clicks and then a phone rang. And rang. I got his voicemail and hung up.

A minute later my phone rang.

"Hello."

"Hi, this is John. I think I may just have missed your call."

"Oh, hi. Yeah. How....?"

"Caller-ID." 

"Oh, of course. Stupid question."

"Not at all. How may I help you – if at all?"

"Well." I paused and d gathered my thoughts which had whooshed out of my head once he didn't answer the first call. I was pretty nervous. "I was referred to you by my friend Cindy. Cindy Smith."

"OK." Neutral. Non-committal. I realized he had to be professional which I guess meant not even acknowledging that he knew Cindy. But I knew he did.

"Oh aaaah. So, Cindy said you could help me....maybe."

"OK." Neutral again. Then he waited. I knew what he meant: get to the point.

"I mean if you have time....or if you want to....or I can pay you." He'd handled Cindy's problem free of charge but I wasn't sure why. I figured he must charge something.

"OK. But what seems to be the issue?"

"Well it's me. Or, actually, my boyfriend, or....I guess maybe it's me."

"You're having an issue with your boyfriend and think I might be able to help?"

"Yes! Or, well I don't know. Maybe. It's kind of ..."

"Hard to explain? Personal?" He said it in a neutral but friendly way, if that makes any sense. It was pretty obvious he'd had these kinds of calls before.

"Yes." I waited. The line was quiet except for some office type sounds like a copy machine somewhere.

"What's your name?"

"Caitlyn. Caitlyn Desjardin."

"Caitlyn. I have a thing starting up in about 2 minutes. What do you say I call you later? Is 4 P.M. OK?"

"Aaaah...4 o'clock...I guess so."

"Great. I'll call you then." Click.

He called back at 4:02.

"Caitlyn? It's John. We spoke earlier."

"Oh, hi, thanks for..."

"So, this problem. With your boyfriend. You want to tell me about it?"

"It's kind of hard over the phone."

"I understand. We can arrange an in person if you like. But usually people want to give me some background before they come in."

"Right. It's just..."

"But it's up to you. We can do it either way."

I gathered my courage. "Maybe phone is better. I don't know."

"A lot of people like to go over the phone at first. Get the embarrassing stuff out without eye-contact I suppose." He laughed. A pleasant sort of non-judgmental laugh. A nice welcoming laugh in fact.

"It's a relationship problem. I tried to fix it on my own but now I think I might need some help. Do you do those?"

"Well it depends. My specialty is with women experiencing sexual problems or frustrations in a relationship. I focus with them on the physical side of their love lives. Course that pretty much ties to every emotion they have too, doesn't it?" He chuckled again in that friendly way. I liked the sound of his voice and his laugh. "Does that describe your problem?"

"Yes. I think so."

"So what is it?" We both waited. "What is the problem you might need help with?" 

I could hear the emphasis on 'might' and realized it was time to come clean. "Ummmm. It's giving head. Oh, I mean oral sex. You know with me on him, not the other way around."

"You can call it giving head. Is that how the two of you refer to it?"

I was already blushing like mad but I realized, hey! he can't see me. It did make it easier. So I answered truthfully.

"Well that.... or blowjobs...or sucking him off. You know. All of them."

"Right. And how old are you Caitlyn."

This one I was ready for. "I'm 18. I just turned 18 two days ago."

"Oh, happy birthday then Caitlyn. You can show your age on your license or birth certificate or something when you come in?"

"Yeah. I know you can't talk to girls about sex until they are 18. It's why I waited. Cindy told me about that and about what you did for her." I pictured Cindy who had been hounding me to make this call for 2 weeks. I was a little unclear on what Cindy's problem had been and totally unclear on what Dr. Venruil had done for her, but something good I guess. "She's your biggest fan! And I thought maybe you might be able to help me."

"With giving head?"

"Yes."

"Or blowjobs?" His voice seemed to have gone up a pitch. It was funny.

"Yes."

"Or sucking him off?" His voice went up again. He said it as though he were a frightened teenaged girl.

I felt like I could see him smiling over the line at me. I started laughing. "Yes. That too."

"Do you mean, Caitlyn, DO YOU MEAN: fellatio?" His voice had gone deep and husky like those guys on the cable news stations Dad watches. I laughed even harder then.

"Well that's good. Good to have a little laugh at problems. Seems to cut them down to size somehow, right?"

"Yeah. It does."

"So I think I might be able to help you with your blowjob problem but I won't know for sure until we meet in person. Is that OK with you?"

"Yes. But can't we talk now?" 

Now that the ice was broken I was ready to spill my guts, or at least some of my guts. I was still pretty nervous, but once you decide, even over the telephone, that you like someone you start trusting them and it becomes a lot easier. So I figured I wanted to get some of it out now.

"Sure. Give me a little more detail now and some we can save for when you come in. OK? I have about 20 minutes or so now, you can have as much of it as you like."

"Thank you Dr. Venruil? Am I saying your name right?"

"No. Your 'Venruil' is right but it's John. Just John. Go ahead Caitlyn.

"Yeah, so...." I started to delay again but then realized I had to stop being a pussy if I was going to get help. "I guess I just need to learn how to give him better blowjobs."

"OK. That's a common enough problem, especially with girls your age. Is that because you're dissatisfied or because he doesn't like the way you suck his cock?"

I was surprised that he would say 'suck his cock' but figured we had already done the rest of the names for it. Might as well use that one too.

"Both I think."

"He's told you he doesn't like it?"

"Well no. Not exactly. But a girl can tell. I think I can tell without him saying it."

"Well you may be right. We'll to go into more detail on that..."

I kind of cut him off then. "Plus it's because of what Cindy told me. About what Julian said. To her boyfriend Roger."

"So Julian is your boyfriend?"

"Yes."

"OK. What did Julian say?"

My eyes began to tear up. Even to someone I didn't actually know or knew just over the phone. But I told him. "He told Roger that he loved me."

"Well that sounds good I would guess. There must be more."

I muffled a little sob as I told him, "That he loved me but that I was not so good on blowjobs. He told Roger not to tell Cindy but Roger did. Then Roger didn't want Cindy to tell me, but she did. So here I am telling you. But only cause I love him so much."

"And you can't ask Julian about it? Just ask him what he wants?"

"NO! Cause then he'll know that Roger told Cindy, and Roger will know Cindy told me. It's such a mess." I decided to tell the last part now that I was here. "And what if Julian is just waiting for the subject to come up? And he uses it to dump me? I love him so much!" Now I was crying. Not too hard but actually crying over the phone to a stranger.

"Yes, I see. That could be a problem. What else did Julian tell his friend?"

"Nothing. I mean nothing Cindy will tell me. But I can't tell if she knows more or not. She's so afraid Roger will find out."

He waited a moment for me to stop sniffling and then shifted the subject. "Well, how long have you two been together?"

"About 6 months. He's Roger's best friend. I met Julian through them, through Cindy and Roger."

He stayed quiet for a minute or so. He wasn't biting on the Cindy connection, which seemed a little odd to me. He must have known that I knew about Cindy's treatment.

"Was the relationship sexual from the start?"

"Yes. I mean just touching and blowjobs at the beginning. I couldn't have sex."

"Why?"

"I had to get on the pill first. My Mom got me on it right after I met Julian, but then I had to wait a month more to make sure."

"What about condoms?"

"Julian....well he doesn't use them, says he doesn't like them."

"So you got on the pill. And then you and Julian began fucking?"

I moved the phone aside so I could blow my nose. Again I was surprised that he would talk this way about 'fucking.' Not offended, just surprised. He said things in such a natural, quiet manner that no one could be offended. And it was the way Julian and I spoke about things, so why not?

"Yes."

"Was he your first?"

"Yes. For fucking. But not blowjobs."

"How many before him for those?"

"For sucking? Just two guys." I almost added "I'm not a slut" but caught myself first. This was therapy, and John was a professional. I didn't want to be defensive. "One was my boyfriend sophomore year. But then he moved away. Then this other guy my junior and senior year until I met Julian. But we were just friends."

"Did they like your blowjobs?"

"Yeah. I think so anyway. It seemed like it."

"But you think Julian doesn't like them...or at least he doesn't love them the way you want him too. Right?"

"Umm. At first I thought he loved them. It's cause of what he said to Roger."

"Got it. How old is Julian?"

"23."

"You think that's a little old for you?"

"No. I like it that he's 23. He's mature, you know? And has a good job and an apartment so it's nice when we are together."

"You think because he's older he has higher expectations of you. Of your giving head?"

"Yeah. Cindy told me he would." I paused just to appreciate again the fact that he couldn't acknowledge Cindy and what he'd done for her. Of course that was a different problem than the one I had.

"She told me right at the start. I mean Julian told me too – later. He's had a bunch of girlfriends and some of them are older like 21 and 22. He was with a lot of girls in college but now he's graduated so he's stuck with me, Miss-Home-Town-High-School-Girl."

"Stuck?"

"No I didn't mean that. We're in love – really. I love him so much. It's just he's used to more experienced girls, college girls."

"Which is why you think he's not so crazy about your cocksucking?"

Again! 'Cocksucking'? I wondered if he could speak like this with other clients. Cindy had never mentioned anything about it. But it was cool.

"Yeah."

"How often are you two together? How often do you make love?" Which is more the way I thought one of these guys would speak. It was funny and I had to smile into the phone.

"Well like 2 or 3 times each week I guess."

"Always at his apartment?"

"Usually but sometimes in my house when my Dad is travelling. Dad doesn't like me sleeping with him but Mom is cool so if he's away we might watch a movie or something with her and then stay in my bedroom. But mostly it's his place."

"You like Julian's place? Are you comfortable there? Feel safe?"

"Oh my God yes! His apartment is awesome. I'd move in if I could but ...."

"OK we'll get to that in a bit. You're comfortable there spending the night?"

"Well. I'd love that. But usually I have to get home by 11 because Dad thinks I'm over Cindy's studying."

"Julian drives you home?"

"Usually....Sometimes I have to take the bus if he's too tired." My face scrunched up as I said it. I didn't want John thinking badly of Julian. It felt disloyal. Like I was telling on him. But John's voice showed no sign of judgment. I guess all these guys are good at that.

"Back to the lovemaking. Describe a night when you two are together there. What's it like?"

"Well usually I go right there after school. Get there around 4 or so. He gave me a key so I can go in and make his dinner and clean up a bit before he gets back."

"By 'clean up' you mean...?"

"Well the apartment and bedroom and kitchen and such. Oh....you mean me? Of course! I shower to be nice for him, usually once I have dinner cooking. I even have my own things there and a whole space in the closet for dresses and skirts and blouses and such."

"OK. He gets in when?"

"About 6 usually. Depends what meetings he has and if he goes for a drink with his guy friends after work."

"Because you two can't go out for drinks – right?"

"Yeah. Which sucks but nothing we can do about that. We have drinks at his place sometimes. Or sometimes we double with Cindy and Roger." I paused to laugh, but I knew it sounded like one of those weird half-laughs. "So we might have drinks at Roger's place."

"OK. Julian gets in and what?"

"Well we have dinner first. Then maybe watch TV. Then we might start fooling around, usually on the couch when he gets bored of whatever is on TV. Unless it's the Knicks, then we usually wait till the end of the game."

"How's it begin?"

"Well like all different ways. He might put his hand up my skirt or down my blouse. He might strip me there or just take me in his bedroom."

"And then?"

I paused, uncertain. But if he was going to talk our talk then I certainly could talk our talk.

"Well we fuck. Or sometimes he wants a blowjob first. Either way."

"He takes you multiple times?"

"Yeah, usually 3 times, sometimes 4 even. But usually like two fucks and a blowjob or two blowjobs and a fuck."

"He eat your pussy?" I couldn't tell now if he was judging or not, but I hoped not.

"NO! Cause we fuck, so it would be like gross."

"What about before that?"

"Before I'm usually sucking his cock and I don't even like 69 so it's just better this way."

"Do you get to cum then?"

"Yeah. I mean sometimes. Sometimes when he fucks me it's like so close but I don't really....you know most girls don't. But then he uses a vibe on me or stuff and I cum like crazy for him. He loves that."

"You cum with the other 2 guys before Julian?"

"No." I laughed at the idea. "I didn't know that I was even supposed to cum. I guess I was pretty immature then."

"What other toys do you two use?"

"Cuffs. Sometimes a dildo, like in my ass sometimes while he fucks me or uses the vibrator on my clit."

"You like that? The dildo and vibe?"

"Mmmmmmmmmmm I do. And he's so sweet when he does it. Like a little kid playing with army soldiers or something."

"He handcuffs you? How?"

"Different ways. Sometimes behind my back like if I'm kneeling to suck his cock. Sometimes he just ties me to the headboard with them in order to fuck me."

"Wrists only or wrists and ankles?"

"It depends....you know....on what he wants. Sometimes both but sometimes just my hands are tied to the bed. Makes it easier for me to get my legs up for him."

"I see."

He gave a long pause and then a sigh. "Well Caitlyn, I think I have the basics now. I'm going to have to run soon but we need to set up an appointment for you."

I snapped up and looked at the clock. It was 4:45 so we'd already gone way beyond his 20 minute limit, which was really nice of him.

"Two hours I think for the first session. You and I will talk. Then I'll have Janice check your physical health and body structures. Then you and I will have a full session to discuss these things in detail. OK by you?"

"Well not this coming week. It's graduation week. Prom is Thursday and Graduation is Friday but there are events like every night with parents and all."

"OK, no problem. The following week will be just as good. Let me move you back to Kim who does my appointment book and you two can set the time."

"Yes, but John? Can I ask one more question first?"

"Sure. Go ahead."

"Well it's like it's been great just to talk to you on the phone, but can a girl with a problem like mine really get it fixed just by more talking?"

"Well I never said it would be just talk did I?"

"No, but what else is there?"

"Caitlyn, that's why we do the checkup and the long appointment, to find out what else might be needed. But there are lots of things. Assuming there are no physical abnormalities involved, there are exercises, there's practice, there are homeopathic remedies that work for some girls, and there are other medications that are sometimes used. But it's important to remember that the talk can help. More often than not the problem is in the girl's head." He paused and I wondered if that was supposed to be a joke on 'head'. I didn't laugh; it was my head we were discussing. He went on. "Whether it's your mind – some hang-up – keeping you from fully committing to fellating Julian properly or whether it's your mind blowing your problem out of proportion, we won't know till we begin to meet. Keep an open mind about the talk part too is what I'm saying."

"OK John." It did make sense to me then. "Thank you. I'll see you week after next."

"Wait. Caitlyn? I just thought of one more question I have for you."

"Sure."

"The prom. Is Julian taking you to the prom?"

"Aaaah no. His brother is flying in that night from Philadelphia and Julian has to pick him up. But he thinks he might be able to make graduation night if his brother is gone by then."

"And you are going to prom?"

"Oh yes! Just going with my group of girls. I'll miss him but I love the girls. It's our last big fling in high school, so it'll be fun."

"Yes it will. Enjoy yourself and I'll see you in a bit. Here comes Kim to do the appointment. Good bye Caitlyn"

"Good bye Dr. Ven.....I mean John." But he had already clicked me over to Kim.

It only took us a minute to find a 2 hour slot that would work.

Caitlyn's Treatment Ch. 02



Cindy and I were together in my bed. We'd got back from the prom around 11 o'clock since we had no dates and no after-party we wanted to be at. We chatted about the prom with Mom and Dad and then came up to sleep. It felt so good to strip off the kind of silly prom dresses we'd worn. She jumped into my bed with just her little party panties and a tee. I was in my old sweats and a tee.

"Cindy? Don't go to sleep yet."

"Huh, what?" I could see the sheet rising and falling rhythmically over her breasts from the little light coming in my window. She was almost out.

"Cindy! I want to ask you about it again."

"Huh? Ask me what?"

"About John. About the treatment."

Cindy rolled on her side to face me, eyes still closed, and said "Tomorrow sweetie. I'm dead asleep."

I pinched her thigh hard enough to get her attention. "Yeoww! What the...."

"C'mon Cindy! I'd do it for you. And you know I gotta go out first thing tomorrow with Mom shopping. She'll kill me if I don't."

"Don't pinch! You know I hate that!"

"Just 10 minutes Cin! It's still early."

Now she rolled on her side facing me and opened her eyes.

"What do you want to ask me?"

"About John and the treatment."

"Caitie! You already did – like a million times!"

"Yeah but you're the one who made me call him and I still don't even know why you went to him or what he did to help you."

"Cause it's complicated and hard to explain. But I told you it's just like I needed some help loosening up for Roger and John helped." Cindy smiled at what seemed to me like a private memory – almost made me want to pinch her again.

"Well mine's complicated too but I told you everything."

Cindy laughed right at me and said "Yours is not complicated – you just suck at giving head."

We laughed together at that – even though inside it made me feel kind of bad that she knew so much about my private time with Julian and about my problem – and I asked her "So what did you suck at?"

She looked at me seriously. "Saying Yes."

"What does that mean?"

"I told you. There were things Roger needed from me and I was like this little high school bitch who kept saying No. I was like stuck on wanting to be the one who decided everything for us."

"Well, what things?"

"Not blowjobs, I can tell you that. Roger loves the way I suck him off."

"Then what?"

"I already explained this. Everything really. Not just sex although I guess that was some of it. It might have been whether we would go to a certain place for dinner or it might have been him wanting to make love when I didn't. It was just selfishness."

"And John helped?"

"Yeah. We just talked and he explained how I could look at things from Roger's point of view to make the relationship better for both of us."

"And it worked?"

"Do I seem different to you?"

"Yeah, you do." I had to admit that in the last 2 months since Cindy told me she was seeing a therapist she had changed. Even around me and our girlfriends she was easier-going, less demanding and less sarcastic than she used to be. She seemed more feminine and soft. She also seemed happier but in a kind of spacey way sometimes.

"So there. That's all there is to it."

I decided to change tactics. "Well did he make you see Janice first?"

"No. Who's Janice? John didn't make me do anything."

"He told me I had to see someone named Janice who would do a health and body-structure check before he and I met. Whatever body-structure is supposed to mean."

"Oh. I don't know. Some girl took my height and weight and pulse when I first went in. Maybe that's her."

"That was all?"

"It's all I remember."

Cindy yawned again and rolled back away from me, but I wasn't done yet. I put my hand on her shoulder and shook her gently.

"So what did John do with you? I mean besides talk?"

"It's not regular talk. More like therapy and some role-playing."

"Role-playing? Like on the internet?"

"No jerkoff! Role-playing like I'm me and want to go to the beach for ice-cream and he's Roger and he wants to stay in and watch the game. We did that one like 10 times. Once we stayed in but I pouted and the night was ruined. Once we stayed in but I went and brought ice cream back for us both. Once we went to the beach but Roger kept the game on the radio. Like that. Teaches you to look at things from the other person's point of view, how to make the solution good for both people."

That sounded pretty harmless. All I said was "Oh."

Cindy was yawning and said: "There were others too but I forget."

"So what else did he do for you?"

"Not much. Gave me some homeopathic medicine for my moods. Two little pills each day."

The news about the pills and the role-play was the most she'd ever told me about her treatment. I felt like she'd only told me this because she was so close to being asleep. Now she was drifting away again, her voice was so quiet.

"Don't make me pinch you again!"

That got her. She rolled over to me and looked mad "Don't you dare! You know I hate that."

"Then stay up with me. Just 5 more minutes?" I kissed her forehead and said in my little girl voice "Pretty please?"

"OK. Five. And then I'm done. Should have slept at home." She pouted.

"These pills. You have them here?"

"No. At home. You know I wasn't planning this little sleepover. I can take them tomorrow morning – it's OK like that. But listen Sherlock, my mom checked them out for me at our pharmacy. Guy there said they were fine and might help my moods, especially around my period. Said they were totally natural."

"Oh." That sounded pretty legitimate, but I doubted that a mood pill was going to help me suck Julian's cock better.

"So what are these pills for?"

"I just told you. My moods."

"But I mean. You said the problem was saying No to Roger. They help with that?"

"You told me I seemed different. Roger thinks I'm different too. He loves it. Things are so nice with us right now."

"So what do you say Yes to now?"

"Just stuff I told you. Whatever."

I put my hand under the sheet and over the spot on her naked thigh I'd pinched before. Kind of a warning.

"Don't you dare!....Listen if I tell you something, will you let this go? And let me get to sleep?"

"Yes."

"Promise?"

"Yes, if it's a good one. I don't want to hear about how you go to some restaurant he likes. Something juicy."

I could see her calculating how far she was willing to go in order to get to sleep. Pretty far as it turned out.

"And then I get to sleep?"

"Yes. I promise."

"And you won't tell Roger or Julian or the girls or anyone? Roger is already gonna kill me cause he knows I told you what Julian said. Said about your cocksucking."

"Thanks for rubbing it in. But no. I won't tell. I promise."

"OK then. But it's embarrassing so ...." 

She rolled to put her back to me so she wouldn't see my face and I wouldn't see hers. It took her a minute to get going, but I could tell she was awake and thinking about it now so I gave her the time.

"Remember I told you Roger was seeing this girl Jill from Piedmont High before we hooked up?"

"Yeah. She's in college now right?"

"Yeah. But the thing is Roger dumped her for me and she had this crazy thing she couldn't bear to let him go. At least for sex. He told me she was cool with me being his girlfriend but just wanted to have sex with him some more."

"Oh my god! Did Roger cheat with her?"

"No. But she was begging him for sex. The cunt. So Roger told me and I was like 'bitch!' and he was like 'Let's do a 3-way with her' you know...so it wouldn't be him cheating. I was like 'No way.'"

"Of course."

"Roger was totally cool about it. Totally didn't push me at all."

"Don't tell me...."

"No. I didn't. But it was just one more No I was giving him. On top of all the others. I was like No, No and No."

"Then you saw John, right?"

"Right. Roger told me about him cause we were having arguments, which is totally not like him. He's so mellow and easy-going. So I started to figure out I had to do something if I was gonna keep him."

"Yeah. I get it." That part was definitely relevant to my situation with Julian.

"So I saw John. Maybe 3 or 4 times total? I can't even remember. Anyhow we talked. He got me to see Roger's point of view on everything from seeing a movie sometimes, to watching a game, to travelling with him, to sex to....well everything."

"And gave you the pills."

"Right. The homeopathic medicine. So it was like 2 weeks after I started with John and I'm out shopping with my Mom and who do I run into at Vic's Secret? Jill."

"The cunt?"

"Yeah, except......Well I'd met her before cause Roger and I ran into her once at the beach. That time was before he had ever mentioned the 3-way, but I knew it was his ex. So I gotta say I think I was the bitch that day. Totally blew her off and dragged Roger away too. I was so mean to her!"

"Roger get mad at you for that?"

"Not at all. He was fine. But now I see her at Vic's Secret and I'm loaded down with these cute little panties and bras I'm buying for him and she comes over cause she saw me first."

"And...?"

"Well she was a sweetheart. Even told me some things Roger might want me to have, a little purple teddy he liked. And how she's got a new boyfriend but not too serious, just having fun with him. Said she was so happy for me and Roger and was sorry if she was a bitch and ...."

"Wow."

"Yeah. I know. Weird but true. So then Mom and I left and I was so happy. Then later that night I was home alone trying on some of the new things and what pops into my head? Three-way."

"Oh-My-God. You didn't!" I felt sweat pop out on my forehead.

"Well I did. And not just for him but me too."

"For you? Are you lez?" I was so shocked I could feel my body start to vibrate.

"No way I'm a lesbian." She rolled back and punched me on the shoulder. She was now facing me and I could see excitement in her eyes. Or maybe just relief that she was finally telling me her story.

"I guess it was really for us. For both of us. When I got the idea it was like a month after Roger mentioned the 3-way. He never brought it up after a couple of times of me saying No. Then his birthday was only a couple of weeks off."

"So you told him you'd do it with her?"

"No. Better. I called her at school. Jill. She's only an hour away. I just asked her out to lunch. We worked it out there. I know it seems crazy but it wasn't awkward at all. It seemed so natural."

"Like the pills?" I may have been vibrating with shock but something about the pills was stuck in my head.

My question confused her and she hurried by it. "What? Pills? No....Anyway we went back to her room. Kind of a test-drive. You know? To make sure we'd be good together for him."

"Fuuuuck meeeee!" in astonishment.

"No but we fucked each other. Then when he came home from work the night of his birthday, Jill and I were together in his bed. I had the purple teddy on."

"OH! MY! GOD!"

"Yeah, I know. But you wanted to hear something. That's it."

"So you did it....?"

"Now you want details?"

"Aaaah....no... I just.... I guess I can't believe it." I paused and we both went quiet. "You did her? I mean did it with Jill?"

"Yeah." Cindy dragged out the word, satisfied with the memory. "We did each other and he did us both. We've got with her twice more since then. Roger totally loves that I will do it for him."

I was quiet. There was nothing more to say.

"So now you know." Pause. "Remember that you asked." Pause. "Remember you promised." Pause. "Sleep time."

She rolled back away from me again. I kept my promise not to bother her more and she was asleep in about 3 minutes. I lay there awake thinking about her story for an hour before I couldn't stand it anymore and peeled down the sweats to masturbate, which I hardly ever – well I guess sometimes – do. The good news is that I was quiet enough not to wake her even though I came really hard from just my fingers. I fell asleep thinking about Jill (although I'd never seen the girl), about John, about Julian, about 3-ways and cocksucking and little homeopathic pills.



Caitlyn's Treatment Ch. 03



"You did it." 

"Yeah, I did." 

"You finally did it."

"Do you like it?" 

"I do....I mean I'm gonna."

"Well I wanted you to get a present too!"

"Can't believe you finally shaved your cunt."

He snapped off the game on the TV, grabbed the beer I had just poured him with one hand and mine with the other. We headed for the bedroom.

Maybe I need to back up a bit. This was on Monday night. My appointment with John was scheduled for the next day at 3. Kim, his receptionist, had told me that John likes to take new patients last in the day in case he ends up needing more time. But I was hoping we wouldn't need more than the 2 hours already allocated to me.

Graduation and prom were over. Julian finally called me Sunday night when he was able to get rid of his brother. They do not have a good relationship I guess. Anyway he called and we set a date for Monday after his work ended. He told me he had a present for my graduation so I guess I was even more excited than usual - which is saying something. Not to mention that I hadn't seen him for almost a week.

Since school was over I was free all day Monday till 4. Then I'd go over to get things ready for us. Mom and Dad were at work. Kristin, my little sister, still had school for another 3 weeks. I was alone in the house and able to sit out at the pool and get some sun.

I'd been a little on edge since my first phone call with John more than a week earlier. I liked him over the phone; something about his soft voice was so comforting and reassuring. But what would he be like in person? I knew Cindy just loved him, but I couldn't be sure I would. It's so scary to talk about private things to begin with.

Then Cindy slept over with me on prom night and dropped her bombshells on me. I kept trying to picture her with that girl and with her and Roger together. Like did they do this together? And this? And this other thing?

I texted Cindy to come over. I hadn't had a chance to talk privately with her since the sleepover. Ten minutes later I got a return text: "Busy. TTYL." A minute after that I got: "Luv ya." I figured she might be out with Roger, maybe he got off work. 

I sat there on my own, thinking things over. Cindy had told me that the key for her with Roger was trying to look at things from his point of view, which made sense. The idea was to compromise and not be a little bitch. I tried thinking about that but the image of Cindy going down on a girl – maybe while Roger was fucking her? – wouldn't stay out of my head.

By 2:30 I was ready to go in to shower and get ready to see Julian. While I was shaving my legs in the shower it hit me. "Something simple to make you both happy." So I kept going and shaved my pussy for him for the first time.

Don't get me wrong. I was always clean, fresh and nicely trimmed down there. But Julian had mentioned more than once that he'd like me to go bare. Never pushed me, just said it would be hot for us both. And for whatever reason I resisted. Somewhere in my dumb head I was like 'What if Dad finds out?' Stupid. How would he ever know? I never said no to Julian on the subject, just never did anything about it when of course I could have. So now I did. It was too late for a Brazilian wax cause girls need to heal down there for 3 or 4 days after. But I could shave it nice for the night and go Brazilian later. Something simple. Something that cost me nothing and would make him happy. Cindy learned it from John. I guess I learned it from her.

Julian had been so sweet over dinner! I'd made us linguini with clam sauce, his favorite. My mom had taught me how months ago when I first started trying (!) to cook for him. Now I think I was pretty good – at least at that recipe. We skipped desert because he didn't want either of us gaining weight, which is a good idea. After dinner he took out my present: a really cool Coach bag I'd been lusting over. A patent leather satchel in red that I was crazy about.

"Oh Julian! I love it!" I ran over to where he sat and gave him a big kiss. "Thank you so much! It's so expensive!"

"You're welcome Caitie. You deserve nice things." He watched me sling it over my shoulder, then hold it up and study the hardware. He smiled at me and I melted. "Go ahead and look inside."

A little thrill ran through me. What...? I sat down next to him and pulled open the clasp to look inside. Sure enough there was a little wrapped box inside. Now my heart was beating so hard I thought I was going to pass out.

I reached in to take out the box, looked up at him with a big grin and asked "May I?"

"Course Caitie – it's for you."

I undid the bow and opened the box. Inside was a gift certificate for 12 treatments at Sonia's Waxatorium. My heart dropped. I turned red but then burst out laughing.

"Don't laugh Catie. It's...."

"No, it's not that. It's....well, touch." 

I went before him, took his hand and guided it up under my skirt to my pussy. "Go ahead. Touch it."

He ran his fingers over my mound. I had on these little blue bikini panties. I knew he would know immediately.

"You did it." The look of shock on his face added to my pleasure.

"Yeah, I did." Maybe I blushed, I don't know. Probably.

He played a little in there, pretty gently, enjoying his gift.

"You finally did it."

"Do you like it?" I smiled down on him, so happy! Julian was seated before me, his hand reaching up under my skirt.

"I do....I mean I'm gonna."

"Well I wanted you to get a present too!"

"Can't believe you finally shaved your cunt."

He snapped off the game on the TV, grabbed the beer I had just poured him with one hand and mine with the other. We headed for the bedroom.

In the bedroom he stripped off my skirt and panties to look at it – actually kneeling in front of me to touch it. He even bent in and licked me there, which can be kind of embarrassing. Then he got up and stripped off my shirt and bra.

I dropped to my knees then thinking he would want to be sucked. And I guess to show him that I would get better at that too. That would be another present for him.

He laughed. "No way. Gonna play with my new toy." He lifted me up under my armpits and tossed me gently on the bed and mounted me flat on my back.

He fucked me fast and hard and came in me with a roar, but too fast for me really to get close. After about 10 minutes he let me suck him hard and then took me for the second time, this one from behind. I thought about twirling around to take his cum in my mouth but he was too fast for me. We collapsed on the bed and both drifted off to sleep. He was so tired from work.

I was lucky I woke up in time to catch the last bus home.

The next day I woke up smiling about what a nice night we'd had. A new Coach bag! And the treatments at Sonia's still made me laugh so hard. After shaving my pussy for him as his present!

I had another free day; my appointment wasn't till 3. So I went poolside, put on my spfs, and looked at a magazine for a while. But there was this nagging thought. He hadn't wanted me to blow him. Was it really just that he wanted my newly shaved pussy? Or was it that I really did suck at giving head? Guess I should be thankful that I didn't ruin a nice evening with a bad blowjob. I still needed help on that one. I could do nothing now but wait.

At 3 P.M. exactly I went into John's office. I was nervous but mostly OK, modestly dressed in a front-button, denim dress to my knees, nice new sandals, little pearl studs and my new Coach bag. Just a little makeup around the eyes. The office was in a modern complex just 5 miles from my house. Kim was in the reception area alone when I went in. We introduced ourselves.

She was my first shock of the day. Kim looked way younger than me – probably like 16. Cindy had told me that her older sister Beth had gone to high school with John's receptionist Kim and knew her well. Which, if it was the same Kim, made her about 21 or 22. But it was hard to believe. Then there was the way she was dressed: a flirty thigh length white, beach type dress, with these cute lacey scallops on the hem and neckline. It was sheer enough to see she wore no bra, but her breasts were pretty small so I was not surprised. And it hardly needed to be transparent in order to catch the bright red panties she wore. That was weird! I mean who wears red panties under a white dress? 

Beyond everything else was this: Kim was absolutely drop dead gorgeous. Why hadn't Cin warned me? Whether she looked 16 or not. Long soft curls of blonde hair down below her shoulders, a beautiful and delicate face with perfect red lips, shiny white teeth and a natural friendly smile, big green eyes, a tiny waist and a really cute figure (despite her chest size.) She wore these really expensive looking sandals and even her feet looked cute. Her toenails and fingernails matched the red of her panties. Wow! The girl had it going on!

It took me a minute to settle down. I was nervous to begin with about the reason for my visit, now I had this. I mean a girl always knows where she stands in relation to other girls in any room she's in. In this room with just the 2 of us I was definitely in second place. Not that I'm very vain about my looks – really I'm not, although I try to look nice. But did I have to be so far behind her in 2nd?

It turned out that Kim was really sweet and helpful. I reminded myself that there was no reason why she would know what my issues were. She brought me water and some forms to fill out – just the usual with name, DOB, etc. Nothing about insurance since they don't take it. Made it easy. She checked my driver's license for my date of birth and age. Funny to have your age checked by a girl who could be your little sister (if your little sister was gorgeous)! I couldn't keep my eyes off her as I did the work.

I sat filling out the forms and looking across. Kim sat behind a modern looking table-desk with a phone, computer and some small stacks of paper, engrossed in something on the computer screen. Her mother must have forgotten to teach her to sit like a lady. Her legs were spread and I got a good view of the little V of red panties over her pussy. (See! She wasn't perfect after all!) She even rocked forward and back a few times in her expensive looking office chair, like she was trying to give me the best views. I caught myself peeking and then turned away just in time before she caught me too. Maybe I was turning lez too – just like Cin? (Just kidding.)

"Don't forget the water. Important to be hydrated for the tests." Tests? I pretended I knew what she talking about, smiled back and sipped. "Oh! And don't forget the consent form. You put it on the table beside you."

"Oh, yeah. What's this one?"

"Just says you and John are working together on...well on whatever. You, John and Janice too." She smiled and said "Not me. I'm just a peon here. But I do love my job!" The way she said it you felt she was being totally sincere. She did love it.

Kim took a call while I finished the forms and the water and tried to keep my eyes in the right place.

"So" she said "John is running about 20 minutes late and said I should bring you right into Janice. He apologizes for not being here to greet you first."

"That's fine. And Janice is.....?"

"Oh, she does the physical structures tests for all new customers. It doesn't take long. Then John should be ready for you."

'Physical structures.' That's what John had told me over the phone, but I still had no idea what it was about.

Kim looked over my paper work to make sure it was complete and then asked me for a $10 copayment up front. I guessed I would pay the full bill after the treatment. She didn't know about that. I gave her the $10 and she said "Janice is ready now, so let me take you back to her."

We walked through a door to a long nicely decorated and lit hallway, all the way to the end. Kim knocked.

"Come in." We did.

"Hi Janice!" in a perky sweet voice, "This is Caitlyn Desjardin. John says if you could go first then he'll join you in a bit."

Janice could not have been more different than Kim. Old, probably 30, but a still very attractive face. Her appearance struck me as Jewish, not that that mattered to me. Her thick, jet black hair was tied in a bun. She had dark eyes and a strong nose, chin and cheeks. Nicely glossed lips. (I figured I was still in 2nd place: Yea!) She had on one of those white lab jackets, but I could see a hint of a peach blouse at the top and a dark knee length skirt below. She knew what it was to be professional.

I shook hands with Janice as she said "Pleased to meet you Caitlyn. I need just one minute before we begin. Kim, please take Caitlyn to Room 3 and get her settled in. I'll just be a sec."

Kim took me to another, smaller room on the same hall. "Caitlyn, would you please remove your clothing and put on this johnny?"

"What? Everything?"

"Oh yes." Kim looked confused that I would question it. "It's important that she checks your entire body before John sees you."

"But I didn't...."

Kim smiled at me and laughed a little, but in the nicest, sweetest possible way. "I know – most girls don't. I had to get used to it when I started here – freaked me out at first. But you'll see. It's easy. Probably take like 10 or 15 minutes." She went on with her beautiful smile as she handed me the johnny. Now she looked right at me to say "And you are soooooo pretty. I'm sure you have nothing to be embarrassed about. OK?"

It made my head swim a little, and I think I even blushed at her compliment, but then she was gone and I did what was asked. The johnny barely covered my ass and pussy, and it had these big gaping holes at the armpits so I was sure the sides of my breasts were exposed. Not to mention that it tied in back with paper strings in such a way that I was sure my entire ass was visible when I was standing. Thank God I could sit to wait, or I would have died.

As soon as I sat on the table noticed two things. First it had stirrups, just like at the gyno office. Next there was a folder on a desk across the room with my name on it. I looked over at the closed door. How long would she be? I decided to risk it and went to the folder. I opened it to find a single sheet of handwritten notes, presumably John's notes from the phone call last week. 

"Caitlin Desjardins." He'd misspelled both first and last names. Oh well. "18/f pleasant, worried complains failed fellatio with b/f 23. Sex active few years, intrcrse 6 mos current b/f. Toys. Non-orgasmic? Refer Cindy S. Strong fear rejection from b/f – says 'love' intact family, mom supports sex? , not dad. Fam issues? Prob psych cause, chk structures first. Appt week out."

I could hear sounds in the hallway and closed the folder to jump up on the exam table. I did my best to fold the johnny under the sides of my butt. Now I was breathing hard. 'Failed fellatio.' Is that who I was? My head was ringing 'failed... failing... failure...failure at fellatio...rejection by...non-orgasmic (but hadn't I told him – I mean with the toys?)...psych cause...psych case.' Janice knocked once and came in.

She knew immediately. Her smile froze as she looked at my eyes and then followed a line straight to the folder on the desk. She stopped her approach to me and moved over to it.

"Oh, Kim should not have left this out."

Janice took the folder and opened a filing cabinet to store it away. Great! Kim had delivered it. That meant she knew too. I mean what girl is going to walk a patient folder to an exam room and not sneak a look? She probably knew even the first minute I came into reception. And what about Cindy's sister Beth? If she and Kim were friends then Beth might know too, or know soon. Maybe all the girls in town would know that I was seeing a therapist cause I was a 'failed cocksucker.' Embarrassment and shame welled up in me.

"Don't worry. It's totally confidential." Oh yeah? I wanted to ask her if Kim knew that too.

I saw that Kim had left a second bottle of water, already opened for me, and took a long sip to calm myself. Hoped I wouldn't have to pee too soon.

"Now let's get started." Janice's professional manner and smile had returned. She looked like she and I were about to go out for a pleasant walk in the woods together. And it was reassuring. Her voice reminded me a little of John's – or what John's would be like if he were a girl. She took a minute to fool with her computer; I sipped water and felt a little better.

"Let's do the tough part first – it's only a minute or 2 – and then you'll see the rest is easy. OK?"

I didn't know what to say so I just nodded weakly. I could feel the heat of shame in my face but I suddenly felt that it was OK. Maybe I deserved it. Maybe I even wanted it. Or maybe Janice wouldn't judge me anyhow.

"Good girl! Now lay back and put your feet in the stirrups. Sure you've done this before."

I watched her apply lubricant to her fingers. She went between my upturned knees and gently opened the lips of my pussy. She ran her slick fingers over my entire slit and then circled the top a few times, where my clit is. She made a small noise that sounded like approval. "Ready?" She really didn't wait for a response. I felt first one then two fingers go inside of me. Then the push.

Janice said what they all do then "A little pressure now." But it wasn't so bad.

She penetrated me as far as her fingers would go, then swirled them around to hit every spot up inside me. Again a sort of grunt of approval. She took them out.

"All done now. The rest is easy."

Janice went to the sink and washed her hands as I recovered. I took my feet out of the stirrups and sat up trying to pull the paper gown over my bottom. She went to the computer and entered some notes. Her body was between me and the screen so I couldn't see what. She washed her hands again and came back to me with a smile.

"Tough part is over. Jump up on your feet for me?"

Now she did my height (5'4""), weight (122), pulse and blood pressure (she smiled "Good!") then shone her little penlight in my ears and throat (no comment from her.) She went back to the computer.

I needed to ask something "Everything OK?"

"Looks good to me. You seem like you're a pretty healthy girl. You exercise?"

"Three or four times per week at the gym."

"Good. No smoking or drinking?"

I thought about the times I got to sneak a drink – with his permission I mean – at Julian's. Figured I might as well be honest about it. "Maybe 2 drinks per week." She made her approval noise. No judgment about the drinking. I was starting to like her too.

She knelt at my feet and looked at them. Her hands reached out to grab the foot gently then she ran her hands up my calves to just above the knee. Then she did the same with the other foot. She stopped still on her knees and looked up at me. Somehow she looked younger and prettier than before.

"This spot above your right knee – had it checked out?"

"Oh yes. The dermatologist said it was nothing, just a little birth mark." I liked helping her.

"Good. I figured." She rose up. "OK now please lift the gown so I can do the visual on your bottom. You can just take it off if you're comfortable with that – gonna do your upper body next." As she asked she went behind me and undid the strings. The johnny fell off to my feet and I almost started to giggle. I took a sip of water so she wouldn't see how silly I was.

"Good." Now her hands rode from knee to my crotch, front and back. She looked at my pussy again but didn't touch it. "See you're shaved there."

"Yes, I...." I didn't know what to say. She must have seen it earlier but waited to mention it.

She laughed. "It's fine. Good in fact. More hygienic for one thing. Just didn't expect it from what John told me."

"What did he...?"

But she ignored me and went around to my backside, asked me to bend over slightly while she spread my butt cheeks. "Don't worry! No digital there today. Not needed at your age. Just taking a peek there. Looks fine." She paused. "I take it you don't....?"




Caitlyn's Treatment Ch. 03



"No!"

Julian had never asked for anal sex. I'd been worried for months about what to do if he did, like I needed another problem! Cindy told me she enjoyed it, but I didn't think I would.

She ran her hands up my back and sides, checking my skin I guess. Then over my shoulders and back down over the inside and outside of my arms. She ended by putting her hands on the back of my neck and applied some pressure. "Neck seems strong enough for fellatio. OK, you can turn to me now."

'Failed fellatio.' But good news! Not because of neck strength! Somehow it seemed funny and shameful at the same time.

Now her hands ran from my hips up my ribcage ending below my breasts. She went down to my belly and sort of tapped it a few times, listening closely for sound it seemed. Her fingers went down to just above my pussy and she continued the tap/listen thing. Whatever she was looking for seemed good cause she stopped and her hands went to the front of my throat, but gently. "Stretch your neck up and back please." I did and she rubbed my throat carefully, feeling for something. "Hmmm." The first sound she'd made that didn't seem like approval.

"Is it OK?" with her fingers still pressing, now a little stronger.

"Probably nothing....You have any trouble swallowing?"

I turned even redder than before and felt like I might start to pant. "I...well it's ...."

She laughed. "No, I didn't mean that. Just swallowing like liquids or foods? They ever feel like they were stuck there?"

What a relief (not that I deserved it)! "Not really. Never thought about it but I never noticed any problems."

"Good, like I said probably nothing. I'll mention it to John."

She went back to the computer and starting typing. I felt my own throat. It reminded me that I did have a swallowing problem of the sort she wasn't talking about. Silly girl! In my head I was saying 'Failed fellatrix found frozen.' Now that was funny.

"OK. Finish up with the breasts and we're done."

Her hand went to the underside of my right breast, like she was weighing it. She increased the pressure there and then her hand circled it and squeezed gently. Now her fingertips explored it all the way around slowly and methodically. She made a small noise after prodding one spot but I couldn't tell what it meant.

"You always wear a bra?"

"Usually."

"What size?"

"34B mostly but it depends." Again I found I liked being helpful. God she was pretty!

"I suggest you wear it, and get it fitted by a professional. Your boyfriend might be disappointed but it's probably best for your health."

"OK." She really wants to take care of me.

Janice kept circling the breast and said "hmm" but sounding not entirely pleased. I liked the bra discussion because it kept my mind busy while she felt me up. But I didn't like the sound she had made. Then she started the whole thing over on my left breast. It seemed like she stopped and focused on pushing in gently on 2 different areas, similar to what she'd done with one spot on my other breast.

We heard a knock and John's voice. "Everyone decent in there? You ready?"

Janice answered "Two minutes John, just finishing up in here."

"No problem."

Janice pulled away and went again to the computer. "You can pull up the gown again but please leave your breasts exposed. He's going to need to check those." I pulled the paper gown back over my hips but didn't know how I was supposed to tie it there, so I just held it for modesty. Made me think about Kim's red panties. (Smile!)

Janice called John in. He strode in with a hearty "Hello there Caitlyn, so very nice to meet you." His hand was out for me to shake, and then he saw that my hands were busy holding the gown over my privates. He laughed and said "Got it!" Then he winked at me.

He was...how do you say it? Not exactly handsome but something like that. He looked rugged, manly. Medium tall, lean but strong looking, like he must have been an athlete. Maybe 35 or 40 years old? It was hard for me to say. He was dressed in regular street clothes, expensive looking pants and shoes and a starched blue dress shirt open at the collar. His face was just slightly craggy; his hair was stylishly short, perfectly cut and dirty blonde. I felt the little flutter girls know whenever they meet a desirable man. Made me giggle inside about what a slut I am!

But here I was: tits hanging out, meeting my blowjob consultant/advisor/therapist for the first time. So while I was drinking in how lovely he looked I was feeling a combination of shame, pleasure and desire like I never had before.

John went over to read the notes Janice had put on the computer. Janice didn't say a word, just waited with me. "Hmmm...I see....OK....Shaved? Well, well." He chuckled softly as he read some more. "OK....Got it."

"So Janice. You have some questions about Caitlyn's breasts and throat?"

"Yes sir. Possible T-nodules there. Not sure about the throat. Phalange?"

"I see." He turned to me. "Caitlyn, try not to worry too much about this. What Janice wants me to check on are pretty common things, not likely to be a problem. But better to be safe, right?"

I nodded weakly and he moved in front of me.

"OK. Breasts now." He repeated the examination that Janice had already done, completely silent. Took his time. It was hard to tell if he concentrated on those same 3 spots, but I guess so. Especially hard because my heart was fluttering; I was embarrassed to think he might feel the effect he was having on me. Without a word about my breasts he said "OK. Neck back now, look up to the ceiling and really stretch it out for me." His right hand stayed cupping my right tit while his other hand ran along my throat. He was quick though.

When I looked back he stood there smiling at me, but a different kind of smile, not just professional but a big, happy smile. 

"It's good news Caitie!" (How did he know my nickname? Had I used it over the phone? It's so easy for me to get confused!) "First, there's no phalange. Your throat seems normal. Janice – come over." He took her hand back to my throat and guided it along the side. "Feel the break there? Phalange presents there as continuous. This is the normal shape in an 18 year old. Older women yeah I'd have a question but this is nice – just as it should be."

"Oh, I see. Wish I'd....well just trying to be careful." Janice's eyes were down like she'd failed him in some way. (Maybe a fellow failed fellatrix? The image of her kneeling at my feet got superimposed with one of her sucking John's cock.)

"Glad you were. And the other? The breasts? You're right. T-nodes for sure. Very subtle and hard to detect but you found 'em. Good work!"

Now I was nervous. While John congratulated Janice I was standing there with my T-noded tits out and feeling pretty alone.

He saw my distress and smiled big for me again. "No! No Caitlyn. This is good news. Great news in fact!"

"How can nodes in my breasts be....?"

"C'mon to my office and I'll explain." He started to open the door and then looked and remembered I was still half nude. He turned to Janice. "I'm all set for today if you want to take off. Again, nice job on the nodes."

"Thanks John. Good luck Caitlyn. If you have any further questions for me I'm sure John will let me know. I hope to see you again."

"Oh, yeah. Thanks for the....well thanks." I tried to return her smile, but she was out the door and gone.

John turned back to me. "You should get dressed now and come down to my office. It's the big office right next to Janice's. We'll be more comfortable there....Oh. By the way. Are you really shaved there?...You are...Funny. I would have bet..." But then he was out the door too. 

I got dressed and went out to find him. I found a bathroom on the way and stopped in to pee.



Caitlyn's Treatment Ch. 04



I entered with a knock. John was seated behind his desk and pointed me to a couch opposite.

"Are you OK? You look a little flushed."

"I think I am. I'm feeling really happy but sort of nervous too." I was so many things at once I couldn't keep track of them. Thrilled, nervous, excited and ashamed were there. But so were infatuation with Janice and John, a fear of being used and a mad, burning desire to be accepted by him.

"The thing about T nodules is making you nervous. Yes. I can understand that." He paused to look straight in my eyes. "But I told you it was good news, right?"

"Yes, but how...?"

"It will take a few minutes to explain. I want you to listen very carefully, and to remember my explanation. Can you do that?"

"I'll try." But I'm thinking other things. Like, he's so much smarter than me I doubt I'll follow this and, wow!, is he attractive.

"You took biology in high school, right?" I nodded and flashed back to me and Cindy in the back row of boring old Mr. Simms class. We barely cracked the book all year and still came out with grades of C. The image of Cindy flashing her tits to the boys when Simms had his back to the class. I guess I was too chicken to do it.

"So you must know something about enzymes, the little protein things that act as catalysts in the body." I nodded, but only cause I did remember that word. "You and I couldn't live without them." I kept nodding.

"There's this one enzyme called teatase, spelled 'T-E-A-T-A-S-E' but pronounced 'tee-taze.' Doubt they would cover it in a high school class, but it's pretty important. Its job is to kick start some of the reactions that lead girls into puberty, into sexual maturation. Its special job is to help start a girl's breast growth, to create the smooth firm tits that young girls have. You with me?"

"Yes, I think so." But did John just say 'tit' or 'teat'? I crossed my legs because it made me feel more mature and kind of professional. Like John and I were two colleagues sitting together to discuss a complicated case. Plus drawing a man's eyes to your bare legs is often a smart thing to do. "Do you think I could have some more water?"

"Of course, I should have asked when you sat down. It's thirsty work getting done by Janice."

He got a bottle of water for me from a little refrigerator in the corner of his office. I drank just a bit, didn't want to have to pee again right away. And did I really get 'done' by her?

"Right. So teatase. A good thing. The problem is, what happens with too much of a good thing? Some girls have this condition where there is too much teatase for what the body needs. We know that it's less than 5% of all girls that have the condition, and it may be as low as 2%. Now would you take off your dress again for this part? You bra too of course."

I stood to unbutton my dress, took it off as gracefully as possible and laid it beside my spot on the couch. My hands reached up behind my back, the bra came off and I put it on top of the dress. I sat thinking how it was funny to have my tits out in his office. I'd gotten used to it in the exam room. I still had on panties and sandals of course.

John got up and came around behind the couch. He reached over my shoulders and cupped both breasts, letting his thumbs rub over my nipples a bit. So sweet!

"Do you do breast self-exams at home Caitlyn? In the shower?"

"Not really, I....I thought it was only for when you get old or something."

"Not so. It's for every girl as soon as she begins to develop." He was pinching my nipples, but gently and sweetly. "Your breasts are very pretty Caitlyn. Did you know that?"

I felt a fluttering in my belly and my bottom, but didn't answer. Took another sip of water instead.

Now his hands went back to cupping both breasts completely. My tits are sort of medium sized, as I'd told Janice, but his large hands practically made them disappear. It made me feel small, small and weak but protected. He did it just right.

He said "Now to answer my own question, what happens with too much teatase is these beautiful, healthy looking young tits develop T-nodules. I can feel one here...and here....and here." But didn't Janice find 2 on the right and one on the left? "Let me take your hand and see if you can feel them."

First his left hand took my left and he guided it to a spot on my right breast. "Now press in lightly and run your finger around the spot in a little circle. That's it....not too hard." Then he switched to our right hands and showed me 2 spots on my left breast. 

"You feel them?"

"I don't know. It's hard to say." The sensation of his hand cupping mine, directing mine was so much stronger than the sensation of my finger on my tit.

"Yes it is." He'd let go of me and his hands returned to play with my breasts and nipples as he spoke. I stared straight ahead and waited for him to speak. "I'm not sure I would have believed you if you said you felt them. But I feel them. And Janice is my expert on this and she felt them. She's really very good at it. Perhaps it's because a woman is more naturally tuned to recognize subtle variations in the density of breast material than a man is. Still, I do have to check her findings of course."

"She is sooooo pretty. The more I got treated – you know how she touched me in the exam? – the more I saw how pretty she is."

"Yes. Janice is attractive. She's also an excellent cocksucker. You will learn a lot from her."

As he said it he was squeezing my breasts pretty hard. I didn't want him to know how turned on I was or for him to think I was a slut or something. I wasn't totally sure what he had just said. But I liked it.

"Those things you might be feeling and that she and I felt – those are T nodules or T nodes. Tiny, very tiny knots of fibrous tissue that look like the letter T under the microscope. The good news is that they are completely harmless in themselves. They're not cancerous or pre-cancerous or anything related to disease or breast health. The worst they do is maybe add some premenstrual breast pain, and we're not even sure of that. Many women live with them their entire lives without knowing they are present. When they do find them it's usually because an attentive lover – more often than not a lesbian lover – detects them."

I followed that. It was like if Cindy, or maybe Kim, and I had been making love then their delicate fingers on my tits would have detected these things. Guys aren't always so good at girl stuff. John and I were back to being colleagues.

John had finished playing with my breasts and went back to his chair.

"Now the even better news is that the T nodes are pretty easy to get rid of." My eyes opened wide but I was laughing inside because I was thinking that 'fysician fixes fractured fellatio fuckup' and 'fluid filled fellatrix found' were pretty good lines. I'm quite verbal that way. You'd think it would go together with good oral skills. He went on "There's a naturally occurring inhibitor – like a regulator – called Glucoxamine Teatwell, or GT for short, which controls teatase output and puts the body and breasts back to balance." 'Body and breasts back to balance'? Maybe he was doing it too. Colleagues! Wondered if he was good orally with Kim or Janice, which was dirty of me. I had a feeling that that cunt Janice was a threat to my position with John. But not Kim, she was a sweetie. He went on "Nice for us, and GT acts fast in most cases. Seven to 10 days and the number of nodes is often cut in half. It's herbal and natural; there are zero side effects. I'll put you on one 200mg GT tablet per day."

"Is that the same pill you gave to Cindy?" It just came out. I didn't plan it.

He raised his eyes to me. First his handsome face turned stern and then his eyes flashed anger. His voice grew even quieter now.

"You mention Cindy quite a bit don't you? Even though you know that I cannot discuss another person's case with you. Is there some reason you want us to talk about her?"

"No, no! I'm so sorry. It just came out. I apologize." It came crashing home to me that he might not fix me if I kept pissing him off. Why did I need to ask about Cindy's pill? Like I didn't believe him or something, which would be an insult to any man. Now I was cringing before him on the couch.

"It's the 3rd or 4th time. But it won't happen again. If Cindy's name is raised it will be by me not you. Got it?" His voice was quiet, and the words came out slow and distinct like he was measuring each one.

"Yes of course."

"Look me in the eye when you say that. Again. Got it?"

I looked straight at him, so sorry I had become unprofessional, like a selfish little twat really, and said "Yes, John. I promise I will never mention her again."

He continued to stare at me. My eyes turned down to the floor and by the time I was brave enough to raise them I could see him calming down, the anger disappearing from his face. Finally the changeover occurred and he smiled down at me in forgiveness. 

"I will tell you one thing about Cindy. I fucked her right there on that couch where you're sitting, fucked her there many times. Can you picture that?"

I needed my answer to be careful and professional and loving. "I wondered if you two..." I'm not really sure that I ever had exactly wondered that, or had even formed the thought. But I did now and I liked it. It seemed so natural imagining John fucking her, and certainly better than imagining Roger and that girl, or even Roger alone, doing her.

"I was fucking her right here when you texted her yesterday to go over to your pool. I almost decided to let her go too, but then I guess it was just too nice to fuck her again and then have her do some special things for me."

I nodded then. I certainly could understand a man enjoying fucking Cin. She's quite pretty. And a real sweetheart! My best friend.

"And no, Cindy is not on GT. You can check with her. She has an herbal remedy called ReVagislove LS. Totally different thing. Both are natural, but chemically they are very different plant extracts. OK? Now can I get back to my explanation? Remember I'm counting on you to recall this information later.

"Yes sir." My eyes were down with shame, but not exactly the pleasurable kind of shame I'd been feeling. I needed to concentrate for him!

"So I'll put you on GT starting today. Now, listen closely! I saved the very best news for last." He checked to make sure I was paying attention and then went on. "The biggest reason to use GT is that I feel confident that this will also help your blowjob anxiety, and blowjob performance. Yeah. You know that little problem with Julian that brought you here to begin with?" 

I was shocked to hear Julian's name. It was like hearing about some friend from long ago. The truth is that since the appointment began I'd come to see my problem of 'failed fellatio' as one between me and John, between the 2 of us, but maybe Janice and Kim too, as friends, lovers and colleagues. I had to try hard to even remember that Julian had any part in this. I guess you might think this was disloyal to Julian, but really wasn't my deeper loyalty owed to John?

John kept his lecture moving on. "Now remember this, Caitlyn. It's important. Excess teatase does create the T nodules. But it also has another effect, a more pernicious one." He looked; I nodded; I did know what 'pernicious' meant. 'Failed fellatrix verbal but not oral.' Concentrate! "Excess teatase somehow interferes with a girl's hormonal system, and then with her mind, to create sexual phobias. In about 20% of cases of excess teatase, the girl develops just a fear of vaginal penetration. In about 30% of cases she gets an unnatural fear of oral penetration. But the biggest group, probably about half of all girls with the condition, is the one which fears both vaginal and oral penetration. We can safely put you in the 30% category of girls with an irrational fear of sucking a man's cock."

"Can you see now how lucky it was that Janice and I found your T nodes? Only 2% to 5% of girls have the nodes, and only 30% of those girls have your sexual dysfunction – which means that something like one-half to one and one-half percent of girls have your issue. If we didn't find the T nodes it's highly unlikely we would find the excess teatase at the root of your problem."

It felt like I understood and a little flush of pride ran through me.

The biology lecture was coming to a close. John spread his arms to indicate that the big conclusion was at hand: "So you see: too much teatase leads both to T nodes and to fear of cocksucking, at least in your case. We bring in the GT; we kill two birds with one stone. No more T nodes, no more bad blowjobs."

He paused for effect and looked down at me. I was so stunned by his brilliance – how on earth could he know all this stuff? – that I couldn't say a word.

He lifted the phone on his desk. I heard him saying "Kim. Can you join us now?....Yes. Thank you."

"We'll need some talk therapy to knock the phobia out all together and get you sucking cock like a champ. But once the GT kicks in and your teatase gets regulated boom goes the physical, structural basis for your phobia. Now what did you think of Kim's red panties? When you first came in I mean."

It was like he was asking me to help evaluate a colleague, another professional in our office. I felt honored.

"They were hot. I mean I think she's really hot. I wondered why a girl would wear red panties with a short white dress."

"And yet it's none of your business what she wears is it?" Oh no! I was getting shot down again. But John was right. I nodded glumly.

We waited a minute together while shame washed over me. But I already knew that John was super kind and that I'd be forgiven. And I was. 

"Maybe I shouldn't be so hard on you" he said. "Maybe it was natural for you to wonder."

Kim knocked once and came through the door. She looked at me and smiled. Her eyes lingered on my exposed breasts and I was proud to see that she seemed to like them. Then Kim went to John.

"Caitlyn here is fascinated by your choice of red panties." Kim smiled lovingly and used just her fingertips to raise the short skirt to her waist and fully expose her bottom. John nodded in appreciation. So did I even if neither of them saw that. "Caitlyn spoke a little out of turn about the panties but I corrected her so we could move on to more constructive issues. And anyway it gave me an idea." Kim was nodding, holding the skirt up for our view and nodding like a good colleague. She was prepared to help. "It made me wonder whether you'd be willing to give your panties to her. ("Oh yes!!") Or maybe ..." I could see John pause to better think the thing through. "Or maybe the two of you could swap panties? Yes, we can't have you go home on the bus with no panties – not with the short slutty dress you wore today. Your cunt would be exposed for sure. So how about a swap with her? Caitlyn's panties are a light blue as you can see, but I think they look very nice on her."

"Oh yes sir. I'd love to swap with Caitlyn. But...well it's a little embarrassing."

"Go on, you better tell me."

It was weird. On the one hand I was glad that now Kim was on the hot-seat rather than me. But on the other I was jealous that she was getting all of his attention.

"Well after I took her down to see Janice I went back to my desk and did some filing, you know those old billing records. Then I organized all those phone records you gave me. But after that there wasn't much for me to do. I knew I had to wait for your call of course. So I just sat and waited. But then it all got me thinking about her – Caitlyn I mean, sorry girl! – and her problem sucking off her boyfriend. And then I was thinking about how Janice would examine her and then about how you might help Caitlyn with her problem and then I was picturing how pretty she is and the next thing I knew my fingers were in my panties and I was fucking myself with my fingers right there in reception. And you know, the panties, well they got pretty wet."

John did not look happy with her. "Are the panties dry yet?"

"Not really dry, still wet right over my cunt. You know how I produce a lot of juice. Probably should have taken them off."

I could see him forgiving Kim right away. "And did you cum nice?"

"Oh my God I came like crazy. Twice. Then you rang me so I needed to stop."

"I guess the question is whether Caitlyn will accept a trade of your sticky wet red panties for her nice clean blue panties – right?"

"Yes sir."

"Well I suggest then that you go ask her – nicely!"

Being a professional means you've got to have a colleague's back, even when she has screwed up by masturbating into red satin panties. Of course, I would trade my panties. I don't think anyone in the room was surprised. Someday when our situations were reversed it would be Kim bailing me out.

She came to me on the couch, took both of my hands and lifted me forward into a kiss on her pretty mouth. Her hands, and then her mouth, found my exposed tits. She bent to suck my tits and I dragged my panties down to my knees. I bent further to get them off my ankles and ended up kneeling before her. I reached up under her sexy little dress, and pulled the red panties down off her feet. Now we stood, each with the others panties in hand, and looked to John for direction He nodded and we both bent to slide our new undies on. A nice jolt ran through my cunt when I felt the wet crotch of the red panties hit my bare slit. Thank God I'd shaved it finally!

John looked so happy with us both. Now he glanced at his watch and said "Already 5:15. Kim, that will be it for today. Thanks for staying late – I think it will make a difference for Caitie. You should go home now and I'll finish getting her set up."

"Thank you sir."

Kim kissed me on the mouth again and left. I thought my blue panties showed nicely under the white dress.

"Caitlyn, are you ready to suck my cock now?"

"Yes, John. May I? Please."

John came around to the couch where I'd been sitting.

"Certainly. It's been a long day and you've been a good girl for the most part. You deserve something nice now. Plus it will give me a chance to baseline your cocksucking ability, and give me a chance to explain how your treatment will go from here."

I knelt before him in just the sticky red panties. I could get the scent of Kim's cunt from the wet crotch and hoped he could as well. I almost laughed when I felt just how wet she'd gotten them with her little escapade out in reception. Made me aware that if a girl went down on Kim she'd better be ready for a real bath of pussy juice. (Memo to self! Smile. Maybe?) But it wasn't all Kim's fault. The truth is that now I was so wet that it was a combination of two scents that John and I breathed. I unbuckled his pants, removed his shoes and socks, pulled off his pants, stood to fold them, and tugged his boxer shorts off.

The thing about being a failed fellatrix is that you go in knowing the man has low expectations. Plus John demanded my concentration on his talk, which made it harder to focus on his cock. Anyhow I sucked as well as I could and he told me the plan for my improvement.

"Good. Get sucking Caitlyn. I told Kim to set you up for Tuesday and Fridays 3 to 5. We're lucky that I only have one new case – you – right now, lets me take you late twice per week. That's it, the head. Eyes. You know. Every few days Janice and I will check your tits for a reduction in T nodes. You'll take the GT 200 every night before going to bed. We'll expect the T nodes to decrease, and your cocksucking to pick up as the chemical base of the phobias goes away. Who knows? We might get some improvement in your ability to orgasm from getting fucked. Remember that teatase is also associated with phobias focused on the cunt. Maybe you have a touch of that too? That's it? As far as you can go? Does Julian push down on your head to train you? No? Sad that he will complain about your mouth but skips the basics of training. Twice a week after we check tits you and I will have time for talk therapy. I'm getting an idea now of some of your technique failures." Aaaah! Delicious shame! It almost made the failed fellatrix cum right then. "Probably bring in Janice to help with that. Another thing. Better use of your fingers on my balls would be nice here. Focus! I'm thinking we go for about 3 or 4 weeks. I'm giving you a month's supply of GT although honestly I expect that all the T nodes will be gone in 2 to 3 weeks. There's nothing wrong with gagging, unless it stops you. We're going to teach you to drive down right through the gag. So say 6 sessions. Maybe one or two we might want to bring in friends and family. Emotional support...hey. Don't struggle there. Why? Family? Oh, I see. That's right your Dad is kind of a hard ass about your sex life? Well we'll just do your Mom and maybe Cindy. Like I said emotional support. Remember you're trying to stay pretty and feminine throughout the blowjob. Janice might help there too – even Cindy is pretty good at that."




Caitlyn's Treatment Ch. 04



"But here's the main thing about our sessions. After I cum in your mouth we'll be done for tonight. I have about 45 minutes worth of paperwork to catch up on before I leave. During that time I want you to write down, in your own words, everything that has happened in this appointment and then hand that in to me. It's an important part of your therapy – watch the teeth there Caitie, I know you're trying – to express in writing what you've accomplished in a day. And it's gotta be right away because the way this works is as soon as you step out of my office door you're going to start losing memory of some of the more interesting aspects of the day. Like this blowjob for instance. Or swapping panties with Kim. Or what I told you about me fucking Cindy. You'll see. It's from the way we've conditioned you with natural hormonal balancers in the water. Which you're also going to forget. Better. You're sucking hard now. You'll forget those things soon so better write them down the minute I cum and you swallow. Got it? Good girl. Work at it Caitie!"

"But the big details of the treatment? Those you won't forget. I want them crystal clear in your mind. Like coming and meeting Kim, seeing her beauty, getting turned on by her red panties. Meeting Janice and what Janice looks like. How she examined you, breasts, cunt, mouth and throat, etc. Meeting me. Me checking her work on your tits. Remember that very clearly – got it? Faster slut. Keep it wet. Everything about teatase, about GT – remember its Glucoxamine Teatwell, I'll write it down for you – how you are taking 1 pill per day, everything about the T nodes and why exactly we check your tits so carefully. Everything about how the GT can knock out the T nodes and the blowjob phobias. Tell your Mom and tell Cindy if you want. Women will be interested, especially your Mom. She's going to want to know that this is OK for you. Reassure her. Encourage her to take your GT to the pharmacist and even to ask her doctor about it. Tell her you expect the doctor to be sceptical about the connection to oral phobias, about how GT can treat them. That's because conventional doctors are always sceptical of homeopathic, natural medicine treatments. Reassure her. That's it. Nice and fast at the end. Good on how you get your mouth nice and slippery."

John began to cum in my mouth; big thick splashes hit the roof of my mouth. I tried hard but I couldn't take it all. The cum was hitting my cheeks and chin and tits. I swallowed what I could and then leaned in to kiss his cock.

"OK Caitie. About what I expected. You're probably a little better at the hard suck than I would have thought. But cock depth, sucking rhythm, keeping it wet and your finish are all weak. You knew that didn't you? Amazing he put up with it this long. Julian works for me. Did you know that? Well we've got a plan for your mouth. We'll get you there!"

"So off you go. Get that cum cleaned up off your face and tits. Good thing you're dress was off so it won't be a problem. We need to be sensitive about that for your Mom and Dad. Then get over to that little table and start your writing exercise. You may have regular water only now but try to keep the flavor of cum in your mouth. Show me your report as soon as you're done. Make sure you include everything, the parts you're going to forget and the parts you're going to remember. You clear? OK. Go now."

Forty five minutes later I handed in my report. He checked it quickly and approved it – colleagues again! John and I would leave the office together. I was filled with hope and appreciation, excited to know that I would be back again in 3 days. Already I was beginning to feel hazy about the panties and the blowjob, but they were safely down on paper for him to hold. By tomorrow I'd remember only how nice they all were, how thorough they were, and the details of the treatment plan. I'd feel nothing but positive emotions about the idea of returning. I'd tell Mom everything; she would understand. I would be excited for Julian: help was on the way! But I wouldn't tell him, would let it be a surprise the way my shaved cunt was. This failed fellatrix would become a fixed fellatrix! My only confusion would be: how on earth did I end up wearing Kim's red panties?



Caitlyn's Treatment Ch. 05



"That's a pretty bra."

"Oh, thank you. It's ...it's new." I felt a little funny telling him I'd worn my new bra for the appointment, but hey! He'd asked. I think John knew I was still sort of nervous – despite drinking all that special water that Kim gave me when I first came in – and was trying to calm me down.

"And the panties? They..." He flipped up the back of my pleated skirt, which made me giggle, and could see the blue polka dot panties. "Yup. A match. Very nice."

I still felt pretty nervous but I liked that he liked what I had worn. Important to feel very feminine around a man like John.

"My Mom bought them for me – the set I mean. Vic's Secret. I love their things."

John was behind me and kind of massaging my breasts over the bra cups. He'd pulled my little top right off at the start but seemed to be waiting to undo the bra and start his examination.

"Does she surprise you with lingerie often?"

"Yeah, sometimes I mean. Just wants me to look nice I guess. Herself too." I laughed. Mom was a sucker for VS stuff and almost always bought me something nice when she went in for herself. And she still looked great in nice things at the old age of 37.

"And Julian? Does he appreciate that you wear nice things for him?"

"Yes. I mean I think so. He doesn't really mention it often." He was running his thumbs across my nipples. Yikes! They would be erect by now, I could feel it. The polka dot bra was pretty sheer and my nipples really respond easily.

John popped the bra cups over my tits without bothering to unfasten it from behind. He leaned in from behind and with his arms around me cupped each of my small tits in his rather large hands. I felt a ping in my tummy when I saw my girls all covered with his hands – how they disappeared under them. It was nice!

"He should be more sensitive. Girls need that kind of approval."

I moaned out a little "Yes" without trying to sound like too much of a slut. I think the exam was underway now. It could be hard to tell with John. But he was massaging my tits, feeling for the places where he and Janice had found the T-nodes just a few days earlier. He squeezed and played with them for maybe a minute and I just knew the nipples would be like little rocks then.

He released me. "OK. All done. That was easy, no?"

I could feel the pinging directly in the nipples now that the cool office air hit them. "Oh....yeah....very. But what did you...I mean the T-nodes....are they..?"

"Are they still present? Of course, it's only been a couple of days on the GT. I did tell you it would be at least a week, probably two, till we saw improvement. Hopefully next visit I'll feel something different. Did I not tell you two weeks?"

I blushed and stammered. "Oh yeah. Sorry." I was crestfallen. Not just because of the T-nodes but because I'd let him down again. John was a stickler for me remembering everything he told me about the treatment and here I was on my first return visit with totally unrealistic expectations. I liked it a lot more when he was complimenting my undies and just holding my breasts. At least with the breast thing I felt like I was helping him with his science.

John is one of the pioneers in this whole field of T-nodes and how they relate to girl's sexual phobias. So it was definitely an honor to be working with him.

He was walking back behind his desk and I took the bra back down over my breasts before he corrected me. "No, don't bother. Janice will need to check as well. Always a good idea to have 2 sets of eyes on a problem." He laughed. "Or 2 sets of hands I should say. Here let me help you."

Well it's not like I can't take off a bra myself. But then again it's not every day a handsome man offers to do it for you either.

He walked behind me again and this time undid the clasp of the bra so it fell into my hands. He looked over my shoulder at it. "Yes, very pretty." And it was! These skinny little cream colored straps that only work on bras for girls with small boobs, the soft cups that plunged to advantage the disadvantaged (titularly disadvantaged so to speak), the beautiful little lace fringe, the cute little polka dots and the little floral design on the band right in front. When Mom gave it to me I thought Julian would be the first man to see me in it – but I'd put it on for the appointment without thinking. Airhead that I am! Mom got the same set for herself even though her breasts are much larger than mine.

John went to his desk and sat, letting me stand before it with the bra in my hands. I didn't know where to put it.

He let me wait as he made a notation on my record.

"Oh, yes. You can put it on that chair – panties and skirt too of course. Would you like a jonnie?" John was smiling at my discomfiture but in the nicest way, the way he smiles a lot at me. I blushed and nodded yes for the jonnie. I stripped then and put everything neatly on the chair and when I looked up there he was with the jonnie.

I wasn't too surprised by it having gone through this the last time. John helped me tie up the back but still it barely came low enough to cover my pussy, and I knew it would not fully cover my ass. Same as before there were big holes for the arms which left the entire sides of my breasts exposed. But I supposed they needed that access. ('Access' – what a nice word!) Janice had done my physical structures last time, but they probably need to recheck them pretty frequently.

John motioned me to the seat in front of his desk as he went behind it. "So let's begin OK? We have almost the full 2 hours left. Janice will be coming in sometime in the 2nd hour to do some more of the physical work. Special work I need her for. But you and I can do the psych part now. Have a long conversation about things. OK by you?"

I blushed at the word 'psych' but nodded.

"Let's go back to the start then, shall we? All I really know is that Julian doesn't care for your blowjobs. Correct?"

I nodded again and sipped some of the water they always had nearby for me.

"So our job, together, is to find out where that problem comes from and fix it. Right?"

I nodded. He was looking through the notes from my last visit, the visit where I'd read the phone notes in which John had suggested, somewhat indelicately I thought, that I had failed at fellatio. My little mantra of 'failed fellatrix' came back to me. It even somehow made me smile. "Failed Fellatrix Finds Failure Funny" read the headline. Plus John had said 'together', which I loved. That we'd fix the problem together.

"Hmmm. From what you told me last time he's never bothered to train you in any way. I mean train you for sucking cock. Right?"

I nodded again but was confused. Is it just me or do all girls find the way men talk confusing? "I mean he didn't, you know, 'train' train me I guess. I think he just thought I would know how."

"Yes. I suppose he did. But then where would you have learned if not from him? Did you ever suck off a guy before him?"

It was tres embarrassing to be asked but I loved how direct he was with me and how his questions made it easy to help in my own treatment. Just like last time it made me feel a part of the team.

"Yes, 2 guys. I mean....not together of course!..." He laughed then. Beautiful smile! "Well yeah but 2 different guys and it was like 3 times with one of them in when I was a freshman and once with this other guy but I was kind of tipsy" I paused to make a face to let him know how stupid I knew I was "and it didn't really work out at all."

"I'm sure you realize that these younger guys just want to get off in the girls mouth and can't be bothered to help instruct a girl, especially a girl who is just beginning."

I nodded glumly. Guys! Sometimes they're sooooo selfish with girls.

"Who then? Who trained you ever? Or taught if you prefer. Or guided you. Or even explained the basics of male sexuality to you? Or the physiology of an erect cock? Anyone?"

I shook my head and cast my eyes down, feeling like somehow I'd let John down.

"Not a big sister? Or a cousin? Or your Mom?" I was shocked that he would mention Mom in this context. Was he being unprofessional or was it just me being a nerd? Should she have told me about it? A crazy image of Mom flashed through my head so fast I couldn't understand it. But I was shaking my head from side to side the whole time.

I drank. John has this special water for his patients. I guess it does something hormonally to girls which is why it's so good for us. Really helps keep a girl calm during the appointment too. Pretty cool!

"How bout your girlfriends? I know you're close with Cindy, who by the way is a good cocksucker for her age. They ever instruct you?"

Wow! Did Cin tell him that herself? What a conceited bitch (even though I loved her.) She had told me that Roger loved her blowjobs so it was true but I still thought it would be kind of conceited to say it to John. Then I was remembering something John had told me about sex with Cindy. Which I don't know to be truthful but I suppose if he said it then it must be. So maybe that's how he knows? So confusing!

Meanwhile, I was still shaking my head. Somehow we girls never talked about it even though we all knew we were all blowing our boyfriends. Even Cin, who tends to have a big mouth about everything (insert blowjob reference here!) would just smile and look shy when someone touched lightly on the subject of cocksucking.

"So not family, not girlfriends, not anyone. OK, ok. I guess I made my point. It's all too common with girls your age. Drink your water. You can take a break to pee if you need to." I didn't. He went on.

"It just burns me. The expectations are high on girls your age, the libido of both parties is high, you're gorgeous" and did I blush then as I sailed over the moon!, "you're more than willing and T-nodes or not someone should have taken you aside for training before you ever met Julian."

One of the things I loved about John from the very beginning was that he's always totally on my side, always totally behind me and rooting for me. And a girl can tell. It's not just him being a doctor or a scientist or whatever he is. It's that he really truly cares. I broke into a big smile then and wanted to help!

"Yeah. Guess my Mom should have."

He stood and walked around the desk and behind me again. He reached down into the jonnie and cupped my tits as he had earlier, maybe though just a tad harder this time. But still so nice. "And then you throw in the T-nodes and what they are telling your brain – that cocksucking is dirty, that men are pigs for wanting it, that good girls don't, that a man's cum tastes bad and all that crap! All the sexual phobias associated with the T-nodes." Now he was really working my tits and I just knew my damned nipples would go off again. "And you probably didn't even totally know that's what your brain was saying, but it was there. And then you're out with a guy you truly care for, someone who is nice to you even if he doesn't compliment your pretty bras" smile at that!, "and your expected to suck his dick like you're a champ. All these women and girls around who know how – like Cindy. Or your Mom – probably been sucking cock for 25 years." Yeah! My suggestion had been a good one! "And no one says a word to help. Burns my ass." With that he let go of my breasts and retreated back to his chair. And did I love him then! Talk about being on my side.

He waited, looking sort of angry, but at least not at me. I hadn't screwed up. I had helped. I so wanted to go behind the desk and hug him or comfort him, but I knew he wanted me to be as professional about all this as he was being.

Finally he spoke. "Well no sense crying over spilt milk. We are where we are. The question is how to move forward. So the GT will begin to take effect over the next week or so – just like I told you before." He gave me that scary look that says better not screw up again – like he did the first meeting when I kept bringing up Cindy's name. Oops! I cast eyes down again. "The GT will work – I'm sure of it. But technique and brain messages are going to need to be addressed too. You know that right?"

I nodded yes and remembered I was supposed to be drinking the water. I took a big gulp, but strangely still didn't feel any need to pee.

"You know that's why I baselined you last time, right?" I gave little jump in my seat. It all came flooding back. Wow!! Had that really been me? But I looked at John then and he had his most loving smile back on to reassure me. "You know that's why I had you suck my cock, right?"

"Yes. Yes John."

"And you remember what I said afterwards?" Now he was testing me, and I didn't blame him after the number of things I'd screwed up here already. I sipped my water and recalled it all.

With a smile I said "Yes I remember. You said my hard suck was pretty good. Or better than you thought it would..."

He cut me off. "Yes. Good girl! I did say that. However I also said a few things that were less positive about your ability to fellate me properly."

I cast my eyes down sadly ("Improper Fellatri Fail to Fellate Properly" as is often said) but he corrected me. "Nope. Not now, Caitlyn. Big girl now. Look right at me as you tell me what I said."

I looked at him as well as I could, feeling deliciously shamed and almost lightheaded. "You said my depth and rhythm were bad. You said I didn't keep it wet enough."

"Yes, and that your finish was weak."

I nodded glumly.

"Now tell me in your own words about yourself as a cocksucker. How do you do it with Julian? Be as detailed as you can be. The idea is that I can match what you tell me with my own experience of your mouth and get a more rounded view of what's going on in that pretty little head when you are prettily giving a little head."

See? How he made me laugh! How he smiled and said the nicest things even though he was leading me to talk about something that is soooooo embarrassing for a girl my age. But he made it safe. So I tried my best.

"Well. I just try you know. Try my best. I really do."

"Be specific. Everyone tries."

"Well I like kneel or lay beside him on the bed. Or sometimes I might be handcuffed to his headboard and he like straddles my breasts. That's the hardest. Like it on my knees best. But I kiss it a lot first. Kind of smooching it, especially the big head of his cock. Then I like try to take it in my mouth but I get pretty nervous cause it's kinda big. Then I just suck. But it's like first I'm trying to open wide to get a lot in me but then I'm like starting to gag and then my mouth is open but I wanna close my lips around it but I get confused and I think I do things at the wrong time, so I gotta like start over and then he just cums in me right in my mouth usually although some times on my tits and then we're done with it."

"Not a very romantic picture is it?"

"No. I know it's not great but..."

"And what do you do with the cum in your mouth?"

"Well I do know what guys like but I ....I just ....you know can't... can't do that yet."

"So you..."

"Yeah. I spit it out in some tissues."

"So then you're 'done with it', to use your phrase?"

"Well yeah, with that. I know I sound negative, but I'm trying to be accurate, the way you wanted me to be."

John smiled and said "Go on."

"Well we are done then. I mean with that time. But then after we rest a bit he might want to fuck me or if he's too tired just have me blow him again."

"And you enjoy that? I mean if he fucks you after?"

"Oh yes!"

"But you don't cum?"

"Well no. I mean yes, but not from that. I told you he uses some toys on me sometimes. Usually when I'm cuffed to the bed. And then it's like..."

"Yes, yes I know." He was getting impatient with me, so I thought I must be telling it wrong, but I was truly just trying to be accurate. Still if hadn't stopped me I would have been off on a story about how he uses the vibrator on me – totally off subject. We waited as he thought about things. He made some notes on his record as I sat quietly. Letting him have the quiet space to think was the best help I could give the team at these moments.

He looked up at me. "Let me read back to you what I heard. OK?"

Nods, but pretty nervous about what I was about to hear.

"Or rather, it's what I didn't hear that concerns me. Concerns me quite a bit actually." His eyes were boring a hole through me and I kind of shivered then. "Didn't hear that you were making love to his cock, that you were burning with lust for it, that you wanted to please it and him in every possible way."

"I know."

"That you worked at keeping it wet. That you drove through the gag to get deeper, that you kept your eyes on him for a reaction, for direction, that you varied your mouth speed and worried about keeping the seal tight. You with those beautiful full lips and not using them to advantage! Or that you played with his balls, or feathered his anus or perineum, that you lapped and licked and swirled his cock instead of just kiss/suck, kiss/suck. That you wanted a blast of cum in your mouth, that you were proud and turned on when he gave you his semen. That you wanted more than anything for him to be pleased with you as a cocksucker."

"I know. I know, believe me I do." I was crying now hearing back from John, from someone who was truly looking out for me, how inadequate I really was.

"So when you sucked me off last time I experienced all the same things."

"I know. I'm so sorry." As I blubbered away fat tears began to fall on the jonnie.

"But if you recall one thing was different. Different and better than what you have described to me."

"The hard suck?"

"No. Different."

"The.....I don't know...." And then suddenly I did know. "Wait! I swallowed your cum!"

"You did indeed. And believe me I had jacked a lot of cum into your mouth that day. But why was that? Why did you swallow for me when you just told me you're not ready for that?"

"I don't know, I really don't" The sniffles were letting up. I felt like I was being helpful again. And then I got this one right too. "Because you told me to?"

"That's right. Because I told you to. And one of the best tools we have for fixing female sexual problems is for the man to be very specific and very demanding and clear about his needs. Too many of us guys hold back from demanding the specific thing we need a girl to do and then we get mad at them for not figuring it out. When they demand then the woman's submissive nature can take over. See? Can you see how submissive you are at heart? Can you see how you really do try? Cause you certainly did last time when you swallowed my cum."

This time I was nodding happily. At least there was one positive! Wow! I'd actually done that. Me!

"See. You want to be good. Want to be submissive and do all the things you're not doing now. But the combination of the T-nodes, the phobias, and the lack of training – well these things are screwing up you up inside. Pretty little head indeed."

John paused, examined me with his eyes and went back to writing some notes. I felt happy again. We were making progress on this case!

"Now you mentioned toys. And I thought it would be a good time for us to explore that further."

"I....I....I like them. I cum sometimes...."

John reached into his desk drawer and took out a black rubber dildo/cock and placed it on the desk between us. "No talk on this one. Let's see you in action." 

He stood and walked towards me holding the cock. Raised me up from my chair and led me to the couch behind it. "Lay here on your back and show me how you would pleasure this cock. Just a role play with toys this week. Keep in mind what I've told you. Do your best. I don't want to see how you've done cocks in the past. I want to see you really think hard and do this cock the way your body wants to do it. What we're seeing is how you respond to instruction and to constructive feedback. I told you to swallow last time and you did great with it. Now I'm telling you to make love to this cock while I watch. Got it?"




Caitlyn's Treatment Ch. 05



I gave him a submissive little nod, buoyed by his recognition that I could improve when instructed.

He handed me the cock and I went to lie down on the couch. "Wait. Take that silly jonnie off. Barely covers your cunt anyhow. I need to see your physiological reactions when you suck. You nipples, your pussy, your throat muscles. Everything."

"Thank you John!" I realized I'd been feeling foolish the whole time with that thing on. Plus it was nice to be nude in front of John. Plus just him telling me what to do is sooooo comforting! And his smile when I thank him is sooooo gorgeous.

I lay on the couch and John came up and fixed the pillow under my head. Then he went towards the far end and spread my knees wider. He checked his angles and then got 2 pillows under my butt, I think so my pussy would be higher up. I was happy I'd kept my pussy shaved nice since that first day. Course I'd shaved it as a gift for Julian, not for John. Which in a weird way made me feel sort of guilty.

"Start."

"Just suck it? I mean don't use it...down there?"

"Just suck it. First take 3 deep swigs of water. You'll need it. We'll work on your cunt later."

I drank and then took the black cock to my lips to kiss and lick the head. It was very realistic, felt like the real thing in my little hands. But large. Maybe 9 inches and thick. Julian was nice there – but maybe 7 inches or so. Then I remembered with a rush of adrenaline that I'd sucked John's dick too, and I think his must have been about this size and girth. Made me happy. So I started in for real.

And Oh-My-God I knew right from the start that I was going to do it well. It was like all the things John had just told me were in my brain now and I automatically knew what to do at every instance. I'd had all that water and used it now to keep the rubber cock very wet, which is harder than with the real thing. I varied my motions, fast and slow. I played with the rubber balls and swirled the crown. I went deep, gagged, withdrew and then went deeper the next time before gagging. And my eyes? Well they never left John's eyes as he stood at the end of the couch watching. It was all automatic, it just wouldn't stop itself. I wanted cum from that rubber monster more than I'd ever wanted anything. So I went down deep and then dragged my lips slowly back up to the tip (thinking 'he said they were nice!') and then repeated it reversing the speeds down and up. I gagged once more. And then I came. The cum came. And it was my cum that came. Failed fellatrix? Not if you ask Mr. Rubber Cock. He and I came together but I was mewling, crying for relief of the feel of a splash, or many splashes, of salty cum in my throat.

The cock popped out and I looked to John. "Cum for me? I need to suck you. I need your cum."

John came towards my head. "You were magnificent. Your cunt was creaming from the very start."

I unzipped him and dropped his pants and briefs where he stood. He leaned in to enter my mouth but I was quicker to slide to my knees. It felt right to be there. His hands were covering my little titties again in that just right way of his. And then I gave John the best blowjob I'd ever given anyone (sorry Julian!) with the possible exception of the one I'd just given to Mr. Rubber Cock. Difference was here there was a goal I could reach. And after about 10 minutes of the hardest and most fun work I'd ever put in on any job (and certainly on any job-de-blow) John came buckets right down my throat. Hot, salty, thick cum splashes that just loved being inside my throat. Course they were swimming around happily in my belly by the time I thought of all that. Each little individual spermie-fish thanking me for setting him free and giving him the ride of his life.

But I wouldn't let go. I looked up full of the most wonderfully submissive feeling and told his eyes I needed more. I kept my lips glued to him mid-cock and rubbed my fingers so softly along the inside of his thighs and then down under his balls. He rested but then little by little I started lapping and swirling and licking and sucking and ball and anus playing and holding his treasure so tight between my lips and he responded and got hard again, hard enough to find the back of my throat cause now he was thrusting and fucking my mouth like a madman. He shouted out a little louder than necessary that he was turning my mouth into a cunt. Till he came again. This time in my mouth. Maybe not buckets this time but plenty to fill my slutty little wet orifice. And I came too, my little fingers having touched my clit once as he came was enough. I swallowed. Then we were done with it. (Ha Ha!) And my eyes hadn't left him, not even once. He didn't have to tell me that he was pleased with me as a cocksucker. His expression said it all.

I stood and walked over to John's private bathroom, closed the door. I was close to tears, but this time tears of relief and happiness. I smiled thinking "Well there was no way Mom was going to teach me – or 'train' me – to do that." I doubted she could even conceive of a blowjob – a double-never-left-my-mouth-born-to-please-my-man blowjob! – that intense. That profound. (Or maybe I just hoped she couldn't, I realized with a laugh. I had a mental flash of her sucking a guy's cock back in her college room before she met Dad and when she was still uber-hot. And her guy had a big cock too – but not as nice as John's.) I was humming some unknown song – got to name it Humming After My Hummer before the tune left me. I got myself cleaned up. Nothing fancy, just scrubbed up a bit to relieve the post-cocksucking look of depravity in favor of something softer and more feminine. He had a nice brush in there so I could fix my hair a bit. But I decided against the mouthwash. Wanted to hold on to the taste of cum in my mouth a while longer.

John was seated at his desk fully composed when I came out. I stayed nude. No sense in worrying about decorum once you've swallowed back to back loads of a man's cum in 20 minutes. Plus even though he is so professional about it I do think he likes to look at me naked while we talk. I smiled at him.

"Drink more water. You need it." I did. "Very nice job on Mr. Blacky. Very nice." So John had his own pet name for it. I waited for him to compliment me on the other more significant blowjobs I'd given. And I'm still waiting now as I write this! Men! But I suppose it's part of the training – see how ready I had become to use that word? Yes training. And who knew better than John? Who protected and supported me the best? John. Still. Men! I know, I know! I'd cum twice myself. Men!

I thought: maybe I'm getting too cocky. One – or 2 if you count that way, or 3 if you count Mr. Blacky (deciding to use John's name for it) – good blowjobs and I was anointing myself Queen of the Fellatrix. "Former Failed Fellatrix Finally Fixed!" would read the screaming 20 point headline. Girls would travel thousands of miles to be trained (!) at my feet. See? I get very cocky. But when I thought that all I got was a fixation on 'cocky' and realized I was wishing I could be all cocky for him in another way, in another place, a place a bit further south where I had my prettiest lips. Maybe if I played up some phobia about intercourse he'd have to involve himself and Mr. Blacky down there too. I drank more water.

But John took one look and read my mind. I swear he did. "Don't get too cocky. That's one blowjob." Which was the way he counted and yet all I heard was my own voice inside saying "No. You get cocky. Please, please, please get cocky with me." Says John "Still plenty of room for improvement."

Oooh the shame that I felt when he put me in my place like that. Made my little mademoiselle downstairs stand at attention and whimper.

"Your cunt, as I said, behaved admirably. Nice and wet throughout. Lips fully engorged. They're quite pretty now that you're shaved by the way. No idea why you resisted Julian on that. Your belly muscles rippled throughout. Nipples were excellent as they often are on small tits. I could see the muscles really going when you came on it."

"Yes." I was happy and happy to be in my place but I knew I needed to be cautious when getting trained by John. Cautious and professional. But still loving. Let him take the lead. Men always want to anyway. Men! And of course he did take it.

"Caitlyn it's now 4:20 and our talk session is about to come to a close. Janice should be in in about 10 minutes but there's one other subject I want to raise before she comes."

"Yes?"

"It's about...now don't be shocked...it's about..." One of the few times I'd seen him at a loss for words. Maybe it was draining all that semen beforehand that was tying his tongue? We know that's the basis of men's thinking (ha-ha!), but is it also the key to their speech? (Cocky! And a bitch sometimes too even though I always regretted it later. Still he could have been a little nicer about how I sucked him.)

"Yes?"

"It's about your lesbian tendencies." He must have seen the shocked look on my face. (Why do people say things like 'don't be shocked' right when they're about to shock you?) He backtracked. At least a bit.

"Well maybe bisexual tendencies would be more accurate. Yes. I apologize. Bisexual."

I couldn't speak. Even if I had something to say I know it wouldn't have come out then. This was a man I'd just sucked off twice (that's my way of counting) and he wanted to question me about being a dyke?

"Take some water. You'll feel better. That's it. Long swallow. Good girl."

And I did feel better. But still confused.

"You remember of course what happened here. With Janice? And then with Kim?"

And lo and behold I did. Stopped me and the mademoiselle short is what it did. Cause I remembered then. At least I think I remembered. So I blushed a real blush, nodded and drank water.

"How you said how attractive Janice was? Which if you think about it was kind of inappropriate towards a woman who had just examined your breasts and pussy for medical reasons. But you couldn't help it could you? Just came babbling out of your pretty mouth. I have to tell you I was a little embarrassed for you. I know it embarrassed Janice when I told her the next day."

"You told her!?"

"Of course Caitlyn. We're in practice together. Janice works for me and the 2 of us are a team on your treatment. Don't you want to be a member of that team too?"

"Oh John! But I'd do anything to help you and Janice." I was horrified by what he'd told Janice about me but still felt a ping of pride at his suggestion that we were all colleagues in this. For science! For large headlines celebrating me too, but mostly for science.

"Well then you understand that she needs full knowledge of your case as much as I do. As much as you do yourself."

My crest fell for about the umpteenth time that day. Of course he was right. Airhead! But a cocksucking airhead who might be getting the hang of swallowing, and who was, therefore, not a dyke. Better than plain Airhead I think.

"But don't worry about her reaction. Janice is a big girl and she's seen all this before. She's over it and she'll be completely professional when she walks in that door. I guarantee it."

Despite my bravado I really was drained and sad and angry at myself. A tear ran down my cheek and landed on my tit. I was so sorry! And would be mortified when Janice came in even if she was over it.

"But that's not the worst of it." Oh oh I said to myself. What else did I do? "Remember the incident with Kim? The red panties?"

And Oh-My-God-Help-Me I did then. I remembered that one too. Kim and I swapping panties in front of John, hers all sticky wet with girl cum. I remembered too waking up the following day and being so confused by the red panties I had on. Didn't have a clue where they'd come from. I remembered throwing them away before Mom got to see them in my room. I guess that mystery was solved. 

"We were about done with our talk therapy then. This was before you sucked my cock. Remember?"

I nodded.

"And you asked if she could come in?"

"Wait. I....?" That didn't seem right but John kept speaking right over me.

"I figured you'd forgotten something in the lobby, like your purse or something. So I called her in. And you immediately started in on the panties. How hot they were. And how brave a girl she was to wear that dress with red underneath. How pretty she was. Seemed weird to me. But then you asked for the swap and I quite honestly was floored."

"I still...I don't think...."

"I'm not even saying you embarrassed her. I'm not sure what it would take to embarrass that girl." He laughed but more to himself than with me. "But that, and the kiss, and the panty swap in front of me, right in the middle of our appointment!" He was semi-thundering now and I was still like "Wait I think you've got it wrong because...." but only to myself because I needed him not to be angry at me. "And then when you did swap, you on your knees, so help me I thought you were about to reach in with your mouth and lick her cunt. Unbelievable!"

He was still thundering and I was appropriately thunder-struck. I was crying again but I figured I was getting used to these mood swings in this office. Still struck by thunder if not actual lightening! (Oh if he would only get cocky with me we could solve this lesbo thing right away and I'd be feeling that lightening on my clit.) I thought it had been his idea, but you know me I was probably wrong again. Reduced to the former rank of plain Airhead. I am often wrong you know. Lots of girls are. And how could I face Kim when I was leaving the office tonight? Bad enough with Janice but now a girl I tried to go down on in the middle of a doctor's appointment (if that's what he was.)

John went on. "But the only reason I bring this up now is therapeutic. Don't bother with your tears or with embarrassment. Those red cheeks and little splashes of tears covering your tits don't really impress me you know. We're professionals here and we've seen stranger sexual inclinations than yours. Some stranger by far, even with girls your own age. But therapy is the issue. That and all of us" – he glanced over to indicate he meant me – "maintaining a professional decorum as a treatment team."

"And that team includes Kim by the way, even if only in an extended sense. Kim knows she's just part of the admin team, not the therapeutic team. But that's no reason to disrespect her."

"I...I didn't mean...I..."

"Right. Nor did you ask Janice for her panties despite your obvious attraction to her. Nor try to stick your tongue up her. Just Kim. Oh well. There's a lot to be worked through here." He paused to watch me cry and a little smile came over his face. Oh so nice! "And by the way. Just remembered. Kim asked that you leave her panties with me. She's gone now but can get them tomorrow."

Well I was relieved to hear she wouldn't be at the front desk as I left, but on the other matter I felt a new embarrassment.

"I....I can't. I threw her panties out."

"Threw them out?" Disbelief. "Threw them out? Why?" Now he was looking at me like I was mad, which was less sexy than before. "You asked her to swap with you only to throw her expensive panties in the trash?"

"I didn't know! I swear. I'm so sorry and I can pay her back. Really. It's just the day after I was in such a weird frame of mind, like I couldn't remember anything. Well not that I mean. I remembered the GT and T-node stuff just like you told me too. Told my Mom just like you wanted me to. And," deep breath, "I did know I was attracted to Kim. But I swear. I didn't remember taking her panties. And then I woke up with these strange red panties on and I was like 'throw them out before Mom sees them!' So I did. I'm sorry."

"Your mother? You're blaming her? You think your mother should have taught you – even trained you – to suck a cock but that she'd be shocked by the site of a pair of red panties?"

And Oh-My-God did I cry then. Not just a few tears rolling down on my tits but full sobs, choking sobs. Don't ask me how but in that flash I'd had earlier of Mom giving a blowjob in her dorm room she'd been wearing red panties. I'd been confused why she wouldn't be naked for him. But then figured it was her period but he still wanted to get blown. And now this. Red panties and Mom coming back on me like a weird judgment. And I was beginning to think now that I wasn't an airhead but a full blown insane person. What was happening to me?

He paused for a long time. Waited for me to compose myself. "OK then. We'll forget the panties for now. Just remember. No disrespect. Not Janice. Not Kim. Not me. Got it?"

"Got it. I'm so sorry." And I was. I mean did he have to include himself in the list of people I'd disrespected? Oh God! "It won't happen again, and I do apologize."

"Accepted. So how long have you been having these feelings and fantasies towards girls and women?"

"I ....I...it's hard to say. I...didn't really know I had them."

"Never fantasized about other girls? Please!" He looked at me carefully. My body felt on fire and I glugged down water in a most unfeminine way. He probably just thought that meant I was butch. "How about Cindy? No fantasies about her?"

"No. Cindy is my best friend I don't..."

"Don't what?"

But I had just remembered another thing. A bad thing, maybe very bad. It was the night of the prom when Cindy slept over. Before I'd ever met John. She told me about having sex with this other girl, and I went nuts. I mean this beautiful girl, this girl who had been my best friend since the 3rd grade, was having sex with another girl. Sometimes with just the girl and sometimes with the girl and Cin's boyfriend Roger all together. She told me right in my bed as we lay side by side! And then she fell asleep. Amazing! Could I have slept then? Could you? Could any normal person? No. But my friend Cin could. Not me. I was wide awake and buzzing. I couldn't get the picture of Cindy with the unknown girl out of my head. Then I masturbated to the image, which, masturbation I mean, is something I hardly ever do. Just never went in for it. But I did then, and in a big way. With Cindy asleep right beside me. That's what I'd remembered.

"I don't, you know, fantasize about her. About being with her."

"Even though you know that she's bisexual? And quite pretty herself, even if you are more attractive." A little thrill of delicious shame/pride swept from my little toes up through all my girl parts to the top of my head! I thought it might blow off my shoulders. "Even though – she told me this herself – you two often share a bed together? I'm not asking if you've done anything with her. She told me you haven't and I believe her. Just whether you've pictured it or fantasized about it."

I knew he'd get it out of me what with his X-ray mind and my inability like a lot of girls to hold in these deep thoughts. So I came clean. For science again I suppose.

"Well. Maybe. I mean not me. I mean pictured her yes. But with the other girl, not me."

"And when you pictured it what was happening between them?"

"She, Cindy that is, was doing stuff."

"Stuff? To the other girl?"

"Yes."

"What stuff?"

"She was, you know, going down on her. Cindy was. On the other girl."

"And this other girl. Do you know her?"

"No. I think it's Roger's ex but I never met her."

"So you couldn't really picture her then. Right?"

"Not really. Her face was just kind of a blur. Maybe some image of a girl from a magazine. A generic girl. I don't know."

"But what you pictured was Cindy right?"

"Yes."

"Nude?"

"Yes."

"Her tits are extraordinary, aren't they?"

I nodded.

"And her mouth?"

"Was between the other girl's legs. Like I said Cindy was going down on her."

"So you pictured that. And the other girl's cunt? Being eaten?"




Caitlyn's Treatment Ch. 05



"Yes."

"By Cindy."

"Yes."

"And the girl. Her pussy I mean. What was it like? Nice? Pretty?"

"Her cunt was shaved. And Cindy's tongue was, you know, up inside her. Licking her. Licking her clit."

"And the other girl. She was enjoying it?"

"Oh yes. She started by thrashing around while Cin ate her, making all these girl noises. I could see the girl's tits then up above Cin's head – so pretty. And then she got louder and louder. And then she was cumming right in Cin's mouth, but Cin just kept eating her."

"Stand up. Come over to me." I did. He motioned me closer. Took his finger and ran it up along my slit. It came away all wet. I shivered when I saw the moisture. "And you. Your cunt is shaved too." He took his finger to my lips and I sucked it. (I was half thinking but was I shaved then? Or was that later? And then realized it was more fun to suck on John's finger. Better to let him do the thinking.) Then his finger went back inside me and nuzzled at my clit. "When you had this fantasy? Did you cum too?"

I blubbered rather than spoke. "I did. I came. So nice."

His finger came to my lips again and he had me suck it clean a second time. Then he pinched my nipple.

"Two girls with shaved cunts cumming for Cindy that night. Quite a coincidence, wouldn't you say?" 

Now he had one hand working on my nipples and the other began to finger fuck me. But I couldn't say anything. I was cumming again. Cumming just like I did from picturing Cin. Oh-My-God it was true. I was cumming just like the girl I'd never met. I was the generic girl.

And just then I heard a rapid double knock at the door and Janice walked in.



Caitlyn's Treatment Ch. 06



Janice stopped, raised her eyebrows quizzically and said "Hope I'm not interrupting. I can come back."

John still had his finger still in me. My body was beginning to unclench after the intense orgasm but I was afraid that if he didn't take it out he'd make me cum again right in front of her. I'm sure I made quite a sight for her.

"No, not at all Janice. Come in. Caitlyn made need a few minutes to ....to...."

"I can see that."

"Yes. We'll give her a minute." He removed his finger and once again brought it to my lips. That was my third time cleaning after having it in my pussy. It seemed even wetter than before. I know I felt a little funny doing it right in front of Janice but I was still so turned on I couldn't help it. Plus John had wanted me to.

"Good girl! Now go take your seat again and we'll let you relax a minute before we start up again." My pussy was still vibrating so nicely that it was difficult to walk back to my place. I heard Janice giggle while she watched from the doorway.

"Wait! Please" John had caught me just in time. "Before you sit let's find something to go under your bottom, still leaking a bit I would think." Now the shame did kick in as Janice watched me fumble around looking for something suitable. In the end I could only find the nice summer skirt I'd worn. It was right on the chair in back under my bra and panties. I grabbed it quick draped it over the bottom of my chair and sat.

As my breathing returned to normal and the shame set a blush over my face and chest, John took his seat once more behind his desk and Janice pulled up a second chair beside me.

I could feel her looking at me as she said to John "Good session then?"

He laughed. "Well good but mixed results. Some progress and some new issues have arisen." He paused and looked first at me and then at Janice. "Bottom line: you were right. Plan B it is."

The fact that they were both professionally dressed and that I was nude and leaking on my skirt was not lost on me. I found my water bottle and drank deeply. The fact that I was leaking that bad because I'd just discovered that I was the 'generic girl' getting eaten by Cindy in my fantasy didn't make things any easier.

Now Janice giggled again and said "Told you so!" and they laughed together.

"Plan B OK for you then?"

"Of course. Either would have been. And I wasn't totally sure either. But would you mind giving me a run down on how it's gone while I check Caitlyn's breasts?"

"Yes. Of course her breasts while she's recovering! Be forgetting my own head soon."

Janice stood and walked behind my chair. Draping her arms over me from behind she methodically checked first one and then the second breast for the T-nodes which were at the base of my problems. Took her maybe a minute on each breast. It was good to be back at the practical matters of my treatment. And had anyone ever had her breasts treated so tenderly by her doctors? She returned to her seat beside me.

"No surprise there."

"Right. Early days. Little Miss Muffet here thought they'd be gone by now." They laughed together at that. And when had I become Little Miss...?.oh, yeah! I was sitting on a tuffet, at least if my pretty blue pleated skirt, the one Mom had bought me before my last date with Julian, could be considered a tuffet. I was a little confused as to what exactly a tuffet was, but I guessed this might not be the time to ask. So I drank. "Next time or the appointment after that we should see some reduction, maybe a lot."

"But mixed results so far, you said."

"Right. On the plus side we had a good open conversation about her oral technique." He rolled his eyebrows as he said it. "I was able to give her some beginner level tips. Needs a lot of practice and repetition still of course. We'll be using your article, and using you, for that of course, but maybe not today."

"Right."

"And then a good session with Mr. Blacky. Surprisingly good I must say; I was proud of you Caitlyn."

John beamed at me and I drank and flushed some more. My head was buzzing as if I'd been drinking. Wasn't he going to tell her about how I did with him?

"I found her pussy was highly responsive while she was sucking, always a good sign. In fact I'd say her cunt was a revelation. It's quite the little worker. And then she sucked my cock. Know that wasn't the plan but she had done so well and was so needy then. She needed cum. And not bad at all I'd say. But I didn't give her anything too difficult." 

"Sucked his cock twice. Swallowed both times." I blurted this out unintended and they both turned and looked at me with that serious aloof gaze doctors sometimes get with me. I just figured it was time for me to stand up for myself. I want to be good and kind and professional and would never, ever want to hurt John's feelings or dispute what he was saying. Really! But 'not bad' seemed misleading to her. Didn't Janice need all the facts too? The way he'd told me?

John smiled at me. "Thank you Caitlyn. You're right. It was one blowjob but I did cum twice, and I do believe she swallowed most of it." ('Most'? Where did he think the rest of it went?) "Course she swallowed for me last time too. She just needs to be told to do so."

Janice chimed in "She is nicely submissive. Easy to see that." She was smiling at me too and reached over her hand to cover mine and give it a nice friendly squeeze. "We know you try hard Caitlyn. We knew that from last time." Then to John: "But what's the mixed part? That sounds pretty positive if you ask me."

Before John could answer I jumped in again. Feeling my cheerios now that I'd become so assertive. I blurted again. "And what's Plan B? Heck! What was Plan A?" I knew immediately that this time I'd gone too far.

John looked at me more seriously this time. "Drink your water Caitie. You're becoming a little emotional and we have to stay focused on the therapy. Right?"

"Yes. I....I just...."

"I know now drink up. That's a good girl! And I'll tell you about the Plan A and B stuff in a minute. Mostly just a little joke between Janice and me. But first let me answer Janice's question. She needs all the facts to participate. As we discussed."

I'm sitting there wondering if I was still dripping below and what it would do to my skirt and whether my Mom would see stains on it when I got home. Wondering whether Janice like my tits from that angle. The water was definitely helping me to calm down. Still part of me is like if she needs all the facts then why did you skip the part about me sucking you off twice? Which as I calmed down I realized was pretty unfair. Unfair and stupid. I'm sure he would have told her if I hadn't interrupted, if I'd given him a chance. Janice had just said I was submissive, and I try to be, but sometimes I just get so full of myself and my opinions. Makes me sick! It was that comment about Little Miss Muffet that got to me. I will stand up for myself if people are laughing at me. Unfair I know. Now I was calming down.

John looked at Janice while I drank. "It's the lesbian thing. Just as you suspected. Opens up a whole new can of worms."

He saw me react and waved a hand to quiet me. Oooh. Nice.

"Or bisexual thing if you prefer. Caitlyn does prefer that way of thinking about things. Which is totally understandable. At least for now. And we'd just had a breakthrough when you came in."

"Over the panties thing with Kim I bet."

"Actually no. I'd covered her inappropriate comments about you and Kim. And we went into some detail in the panties story. When she tried to blame the panties incident on her Mom..." Hey! That was unfair, well at least sort of. Wondered then if my skirt would be ruined, looked down between my legs but it would be impossible to tell without standing to examine the skirt. And the 3 of us had work to do before I could attend to that. "When she tried to blame the panties incident on her Mom I knew she was feeling cornered and that something more would come out."

"I hope you were gentle with her. She's just 18 you know."

John seemed a bit miffed at this. "Of course I try to be gentle with all my young women. You do realize it was important for us to get inside these issues therapeutically?" You could really hear it in his voice and I shot a glance at Janice who must have known she'd screwed up. Her eyes were down and I could see she was a blusher too. Just like me. Wondered if it made her nipples stiffen too. I felt pretty bad for her and wanted to help her the way I'd helped Kim when she screwed up in my first appointment. Made me laugh though because Kim's screw up concerned the red panties everyone here was so fixated on. Then that reminded me of the red panties my Mom wore in that fantasy – if that's what it was – that kept running through my head about her, Mom, blowing a guy in college while she was wearing a similar panties. But then I focused. Not my strong suit always but I might be needed to protect Janice if John got really angry. She's so pretty, and she was only trying to be nice to me. Still I knew John was right.

Janice looked up right in John's eyes and said clearly "I apologize John. That was uncalled for." See she must already have been trained to respond correctly. Still I bet her nipples did tug at her at least a little. A girl can tell. She had been trained but I still needed to be told. Or corrected. By him. Which is not always a bad thing. (Smiles!)

John grinned at her and nodded kindly. I knew he would. He's so good like that. Don't know if it's just with woman and girls or if he's like that with everyone but I'd seen him have to correct me (many times), Kim (the once with the panties) and now Janice and then immediately forgive us. It's one of the things the 3 of us love so much about him.

"So no. The panties story upset her. But that lead to her really telling me what was going on with the lesbian stuff. It's focused on her friend Cindy."

"Cindy! Wow! So she and Cin...?"

"No, no, no, no and NO!" But in a friendly way that made both of us girls happy. Now I covered Janice's hand and squeezed for support just as she had done with me. Colleagues! He went on "Don't you think Cindy would have told us if she had a Cindy-Caitlyn thing going on? A C on C, cunt-on-cunt, physical thing going with our little muffy muffet?" We giggled. The Muffet thing was pretty funny but it made me check below again to see if there was a stain. Still couldn't tell, but I must have been done dripping by this time.

"Hasn't' Cindy told us about each and every time she's eaten pussy? First with that other girl....what's her name?"

Janice said "Her name is Shelly I believe."

"Yeah. Roger's slut. Right. And how many times has Cindy eaten your pussy?"

"Don't know, but a bunch. Should I check the records on that?"

"No that's not the point." I squeezed her hand again. "And Kim too. We watched Cindy eat her pussy for an hour. Got the little minx squirting like a fire hose." He paused. "The point is that they do not have a physical relationship. That is other than the fact that Caitlyn masturbates while she pictures Cindy going down on her."

"Oh wow."

"So you see now?"

"Wow. And that's what was making Caitlyn cum when I came in the door? Thinking about Cin eating her?"

"Yup."

My head was down. I knew now that he was – they were – right. But still it was just one time. Not like every night. And of course I had some real help cumming then from John's middle finger on my clit. But it was not clear that Janice needed these details so I kept quiet and professional.

Janice went on. "So it was the lesbian thing. I was right."

"Correct. So now we're treating at least 2 things in this girl. The blowjob thing we know we can get under control. We're doing the GT and the talk therapy. Plus she'll have you for instruction – no one better!" I looked over but knew what I would see. She was glowing! The little slut. "That part went well as I told you. Still a long way to go but Caitlyn shows every sign that she'll be successful in overcoming this phobia."

He smiled then at me and I couldn't help but interrupt with a "Thank God!" and a big whoosh of expelled air. I didn't want to say or interrupt more so I had some more water.

"But now the lesbian...excuse me...the bisexual thing. And it better be bisexual if we really are going to get her sucking cock the right way." He was being funny again. Janice squeezed mine.

"So plan B you said." That was Janice.

John looked at me in the most loving possible way and said "Yeah. We're going to have to treat the lezbo thing first to see how deep it runs. I mean we'll continue with the GT, continue checking for the nodes -aren't her tits cute by the way? and you'll have to see her in the bra and panty set her mother bought for her, very nice! – we'll do all that. We can still monitor her blowjobs with Julian and directly with me, we'll still have you go over your article on technique with her. You'll be able to demonstrate. We'll still do all these things. But our deep dive will be on Miss Muffet's muff dive inclinations. So next time. Either you or Kim or both. OK?"

"Not tonight? I'd be happy to eat her pussy so you could observe."

"Tempting. But on the whole I think next time is better. I'm going to have to run for a dinner appointment in about 15 minutes, and we don't want to begin and find we're running out of time. You know her first time getting eaten by a woman, there may be complications I need to be here to handle."

"Understood."

"Especially with her. First time being eaten by anyone from what I can remember of the history. The boys seem to have missed out on tasting her little muffet. And I told you – her cunt is a worker, so who knows how she'll be."

Janice held my hand. We both nodded although I guess he had just been speaking to her.

"OK then." He looked over at me and I melted. Worried I'd be soiling that skirt even worse. "Following all this Caitie? You OK with the plan? Any questions?"

I kind of had to snap awake now- no more hazy daydreams with this team. Somehow I'd heard it all but my mind was pretty far away. I'd heard what Plan B was and I guessed I didn't really know what it meant but still I approved. Better, much better, to face the lesbian thing head on. So the 3 of us were in agreement.

Plus John was being so nice I didn't want to keep correcting him – if it was correct, I mean who am I to say? I'm like totally no doctor even if I was now a member of what John referred to as the 'therapeutic team.' and me not even out of high school yet! - about the lezbo vs bisex thing. I mean they were different I think and lesbian girls wouldn't exactly be in trying to fix their fractured fellatio would they? But then I figured these were all details that the 3 of us would work out in the sessions and it seemed much better to just let things ride, especially cause I could feel my nipples harden as he looked at me and it would be a shame if that skirt.....

So I just said. "Yes. I can follow. Sounds good to me." And gave my loveliest smile (which might not be in John's class but isn't bad.)

Janice chimed in. "Good girl Caitie. Good work."

Then back to John. "Right. So three things to end up with then. OK Caitie? Almost done for today."

"First. Janie I'm going to ask you to sit with Caitie while she does her write-up of today's session. After I leave. And it's kind of obvious that it's been awkward for her having you here discussing all this while she's naked and you're fully clothed. So I suggest you disrobe for the end of the session."

"Of course John." Janice let go of my hand. I'd hardly realized we were still connected! She rose and began to unbutton her blouse. The blouse was violet and very officey professional. It looked expensive and fit her beautifully. I would have to ask her where she shopped. Underneath was this really lovely pale pink bra. She unhooked it and it dropped from her tits just as mine had earlier. Hers looked to be maybe a 36-C at a guess. Large dark nipples – well larger than mine (which were small) and darker than mine (which are pink.) They were delicious looking. Shivers! Next she unhooked the cream colored skirt and dropped it. Her bikini panties didn't match. They were plain white but had some sort of little cartoon character right over her cunt. I was dying to see it up close but given the circumstances thought I'd better not suggest that. However, I was also afraid the mismatch and the unprofessionalism of her panties might upset John, so I took a quick peek at his face. He seemed fine, which surprised me, but maybe men are kind of oblivious to some of the mistakes girls make. Thank God. Still I made a mental note to talk to her at some point about it – since we were colleagues on this job I felt I would have the right. Anyhow she stripped off the panties and was naked. No surprise there. Her cunt was lovely and pouty and just so, so nice. It can be hard for a girl to find the right words to describe another girl's cunt. It was shaved too as I knew it would be. Just like mine.

She sat. (Hey! How come no tuffet for her? Oh right. She wasn't leaking pussy juice on the expensive furniture. Well, just thought I'd ask.) 

"Thank you Janice. And now part 2. Which is another delicate issue and I hate to raise it last thing in the session but I think I need to while all 3 of us are together. Working together on this stuff." Well with that sentiment I could not have agreed more. Let's get it all out while we're together – give us the best chance of fixing this girl. If the 3 of us together could manage her muffet mania and fix her fractured fellatio then what could we not handle?

"So it's about her Mom."

Janice seemed confused. Maybe me too. Did he mean my Mom? "I told you about how she tried blaming the red panties disaster on her mother? Struck me as pretty strange, that one." And, to be truthful, it struck me as strange now too. "And then there's her underwear. I told you about her cute panty and bra set? Caitlyn. Go retrieve them and show them to Janice."

I did as I was told so the 3 of us could still work together. I was nervous about stains on my skirt and what if Janice or even John saw them. But good news. I didn't see a thing as I glanced back. My little pussy must have sucked all those nice juices back inside me. For a rainy day ha-ha! I retrieved my lingerie – had John really called it 'underwear'? God help us girls with men! – brought it back and handed it over to Janice. She held first the bra and then the panties up and inspected them with a big silly grin on her face.

"Oooh so pretty! I have to see these on you! I have a similar bra but this one is so much nicer – the floral thingy is gorgeous! I have to see you in these after we're done tonight." I was glowing as she continued to hold the panties up before us. "But John. They're lovely. What's the problem?"

"Well I'm not sure really there is one – at least with the undies." There he goes again! "But she went out of her way – first thing in the session too – to tell me that a. her Mom had bought them for her and b. that her Mom frequently buys lingerie..." (!) "...for the two of them. I mean isn't that odd? I don't mean if it was normal underpants and bras. Stuff girls wear to school or for every day. But these are sex panties and bras. These are the things she wanted to wear the next time she went to Julian's to get fucked."

"I see. That does seem unusual." I loved how nonjudgmental Janice could be. No matter how big my problems were. "I mean we're happy Caitie that she supports your sex life with Julian, but this seems like too much involvement to me." 

Janice went on. "You know John it's possible she wore the set here – I mean as opposed to on a date with Julian – just in order to open us the conversation about her Mom."

"Yes. That occurred to me."




Caitlyn's Treatment Ch. 06



My head was hanging down but I was happy to see I wasn't crying as much in front of him. Maybe having another woman there for support made all the difference.

"I would never have picked up on that if she hadn't forced it into the conversation first thing with me."

"Yeah. I see the point."

"Then there's one more thing. I don't know for sure. Just a hunch. But every time her mother comes up in conversation Caitlyn gets this hungry, sexy look in her eyes and you can see her mind goes to another place. It's really rather startling when you first experience it. Her brain goes phhhhht and I can see her nipples stiffen. Her mouth opens slightly and I can see her running her tongue over her lips to wet them. So I think there's some fantasy going on there too – just like her fantasy of being eaten by Cindy. Only this fantasy involves her mother, which is definitely unusual."

And Oh-My-God the feelings of delicious shame came back really strong then. Do you remember that I said I thought he could read my mind? Well here it was again. I knew I should stick up for myself again. After all the thoughts weren't about me being sexual with my Mom – gross! triple-dipped-in-dog-poop-gross! -but about Mom sucking off a guy way back in her college days. Sucking him off wearing red panties like the ones I'd taken from Kim and thrown away. That's what I'd blamed on Mom. Still there was no denying that he could read my silly mind.

But I kept my poise – which is best when the 3 of us have to work together. I kept it and realized from within the shame that he might, just might possibly, be right. It might be different than what I'd thought. Even if what he thought really was gross. Just like me masturbating next to Cindy in bed had been different. Now I realized that the fantasy wasn't her eating some unknown girl but eating me. And could there be something similar going on in the Mom thing? And where did the darned image of her blowing him come from anyway? Seemed so real at times. So I kept quiet and hung my head.

"So you see. I'm just throwing this out there. There may be a third part for the therapy beyond cocksucking and muff diving, and that's coming to grips with her incest fantasies."

We sat there. It seemed like John was done. No one had anything more to say so we just sat. I might have sniffled then a little, but I didn't cry.

Janice finally offered a thought. "Wish we had some data on how T-nodes interact with lesbian and incest desires. We know so much about fellatio but I don't recall much in the literature about these other things."

"Same here. Uncharted waters I guess. I'll research it soon though and see if anything pops up. Beyond that we'll just figure it out on our own. Done work with more complicated girls than Caitlyn and those have generally turned out well. So let's be confident." 

He paused, looked at me and came over behind me again. He draped his arms over my shoulders as before and cupped my tits as before. But this time it wasn't for T-nodes. He was just being nice. His big thumbs played across my little pink nipples and I just loved it sooooo much. Janice was squeezing my hand again and it was a super-nice moment. With these two I really felt like I could – or at least should – be confident.

He released me and said "And now I really do have to go. We'll see you again next Tuesday – right Caitie?"

"Yes John. And thank you so much. For everything. Really. I know I can be dense sometimes but..."

"Caitie don't. I keep telling you we're in this together. And we are. You're as much of the team as either me or Janice and I don't find you dense at all. You're a beautiful, bright young woman who just happens to have a couple of little sexual tics. That's all. So just keep plugging and be confident, OK? Keep taking the GT and see us back here Tuesday. Take care till then."

Janice had moved to his spot and held my breasts just as he had. I think she liked my nipples too. But my tits felt so different in her small feminine hands!

Then she remembered something just before John walked out. "John. Didn't you say 3 things? There was the lesbian thing with Cindy. Then the incest thing with her Mom. What's the 3rd?"

"Oh. Thanks. Right. But just, you know, her general instructions about her writing now, and about what she'll remember and what she'll be forgetting when she leaves here. But damn. I am running late now. You can cover all that with her. Right?"

"Of course John." And she gave my tits a squeeze.

"Bye then. Thanks Caitie. Thanks Janice."

We heard the door close behind him and she and I were alone. I knew I had to write up the session while I remembered everything. Thank God since I'm such an airhead that I'd forget it all if we didn't have these records to refer back to. All 3 of us I mean although technically they use them more than me. And Janice would have to make sure I knew what I would be allowed to remember. And I could write it all up sitting on my tuffet with this gorgeous woman naked beside me. I think both of us thought about it. At least I know I did. And now when I thought about this one I was nobody's 'generic girl.' I was me. 

But John had told us we had to wait till next time and that was that if we were going to remain professional. Which we were. And after writing I'd show off what my bra and panties looked like on me. I'd like that, and hoped she would too. Maybe even have that word with her about her lingerie, although I figured I should really wait till another time. We were making so much progress I didn't want to upset the dynamic in the team.

And then back home to Mom and Dad for dinner. I figured I'd be tired tomorrow.



Caitlyn's Treatment Ch. 07



Janice and I didn't leave John's office that night until about 6 P.M. He had left about 45 minutes before us for some dinner date. Made me wonder if he had some 'significant other' in his life cause girls are naturally nosey about these things. But there was no way I could think of to ask either he or Janice about that. Course I wondered about her too, but probably not as much. Maybe I could wheedle it out of Kim one of these days - she must know.

Anyhow in the parking lot Janice handed me my 'to-do' list for the next 3 days until my next appointment. I was really glad she did write it for me because it's hard to remember everything they say in a 2 hour session - at least for me it is. But with list in my purse I made it home for dinner with the family by 6:30.

I was pretty quiet at dinner. Mom shot me a few questioning looks cause she knew I was back from my appointment. But we had decided to leave Dad in the dark about this stuff since he's often very judgmental about sexual matters, which is totally unlike the therapeutic environment John was attempting to create for me. Mom knew but she was pretty cool, and I had quietly promised her in the kitchen to fill her in later. Now Mom and Dad were busy with my annoying little sister, Samantha, who they were taking the following morning for an overnight to some amusement park. Kids, make me laugh. But soooo annoying. Anyhow I had plenty of time to think at dinner and then excused myself to my room for the night. I was bushed. Well shaved and bushed so the headline would read Bushless Girl Bushed. But whatever.

The session that day had gone pretty well I thought. I couldn't remember all the details of course. But I did recall that John was very complimentary about my new polka dot panty and bra set, that he gave me some fine coaching on what men like when they are blown, and that the highlight of the session had been my time with Mr. Blacky.

Mr. Blacky is this 9 inch black rubber cock that John has girls practice with. I remember that he got me nude - cause it makes it more realistic for the girl I think - and had me suck on it for a good 10 or 15 minutes. Which is not the easiest thing for a girl. Afterwards he had been very complimentary about how I had worked it and how I had managed to understand some of his key tips. Very, very nice. To be complimented I mean. In that way. By him. Did I emphasize very nice? Anyhow it's not all my doing as I'm sure he knows. I mean for someone like me it obviously helps to do it while being observed - I could look up and see him between my spread knees - by a really handsome, rugged man who really, really knows how to instruct and protect a girl when she's at her most vulnerable. Did I emphasize really handsome? For some reason he made me sit on a tuffet afterwards (something I'd have to look up one of these days.)

Then Janice came in and checked my breasts again for T-nodes but there was no real improvement yet. Of course John had already checked, which was really nice, but as he said it was their protocol to have 2 sets of hands on a job like that. It's a very meticulous operation. Anyhow they kidded me gently about having had a false expectation that the T-nodes would be whooshed away in the first week. They were funny but kind about it. Still it made me feel like an amateur on a team of pros, which I hated.

Anyway after Janice checked we just sat and talked about my work with Mr. Blacky. For some reason Janice was looking better and better to me as we spoke. Something about her pretty lips and mouth when she spoke - and of course her face was made up perfectly. Gotta slow down on that one or I'll be as lez as Cindy soon (lol.) John brought up the fact that he had spoken with Kim about her inappropriate office attire - which was good. I mean red panties. Get out. Still on Kim you know I have to say to be fair well the girl is absolutely gorgeous and if she wants to wear red panties well then so be it. She has this absolutely rocking bod even if her tits are pretty small (like mine, lol.) But that's just my opinion. Plus I hate to say it cause I know she and John are going to read this but Janice herself had some clothing on which had this little Micky Mouse figure on it. I remember her showing it to me just before we left but cannot remember if it was her blouse or her skirt or whatever. So maybe we all need to be understanding with Kim. Just my opinion.

Now in bed with my warm jammies on I could pull out Janice's list and begin to plan the next few days. I know I was bushlessly bushed but I owed it to the team.

I pulled it out of my purse and here's what it said:

1.Suck bf min 4 x -real world practice remember why we're here

2.Practice mr whitey min 1 hr/day 

3.Read 'oral protocols' chapter female on male - comprehend

4.Optional - a favor - interview 2 females on views about lesbianism

5.Write this report, continue GT etc.

It seemed like an awful lot, but then I'm a real worker. John had said that in the appointment. So I planned my strategy nice and toasty in my pjs.

I was going to go hour by hour, day by day with this. But now as I sit here in my room with only 4 hours till the next appointment (yeah. Tuesday is here!) I figure I better just go subject by subject cause it's easy to get confused and leave something out if you don't follow your outline. I learned that in Mr. V's writing class, which was my one good subject in high school. So here goes nuttin:

Suck boyfriend: Janice was so smart to emphasize this. I know John would have too. But as she said 'girls learn by doing, so do.' Very wise. I mean we had the practice dildo and the reading too which were important. But not as important as to learn by doing.

Which is what makes me so upset that the thing went phhhht. Well pretty much phhhhht. But I tried my best, I really did. 

You have to keep in mind that I had not actually blown Julian or anyone (lol, like I would ever cheat on him), since before I began treatment with John. Just before that first visit I'd shaved my pussy for Julian, as a show of cooperation with (submission to? maybe) him. And that turned out great. Or maybe too great. Cause in the 2 times I'd been with Julian since all he wanted to do was fuck my little bushless wonder. I mean he like fell in love with my pussy all over again. Which was great even if I only come close but never you know finish that way. Still I shouldn't be selfish. But the point is that now I was worried that he would only fuck me if that makes any sense, that he was so upset by my bad oral that he had written off my mouth altogether. Which is sad cause here I am doing my best to ...well you know.

Anyway I was incredibly horny for him, and mostly at the thought of sucking his dick (although the other can be very nice too) but I couldn't call him Friday night to see if we could get together cause I knew he was out with his guy friends and he hates it when I call him then. But first thing Saturday morning, meaning like 9 when I got up, I called him. I was figuring that with John's coaching, with the reading I'd done Friday night and with the practice I'd done with both Blacky (with John there) and Whitey (last night alone in bed), and with some T-nodes I hoped gone (even if John and Janice couldn't detect that yet with their breast exam) that I was ready to give him the best head ever. And a girl gets all excited when she thinks she's getting better at anything and then there's this incredible praise. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

Forget the details of the call. Please. Bottom line is that Julian's boss was sending him out of town to a big customer for the next week. He was leaving Saturday afternoon and wouldn't be back till the following Saturday. Which Oh-My-God and pardon-my-French just absolutely sucked donkey dongs. I offered to come over for a couple of hours then before he left for the airport but even that didn't work. He was like 'got my team here to pregame our approach to the customer.' And that was that. I was so disappointed. I told him I loved him and to have a good safe trip and then again I loved him. And he said 'me too' and then we hung up.

So now it's 9:15 Saturday and I'm in a panic. I mean I cannot do the most important thing on the list. The thing I'd most wanted for him, well for him and John cause the John part was for science and for helping with my problem. But the most important thing. And then I start pouting like the little bitch I am and I'm like just wait I'm going to get really good at it and at this rate you (Julian) won't ever know cause between not being around or being with the guys or being at work or just wanting to fuck or whatever I may never blow him again. And I'm like it'll be like that tree falling in the forest with no one around. Does it make a sound? If an excellent cocksucker never sucks a cock can she still be an excellent cocksucker? Kinda deep, but very bitchy. 

So then I'm like I've gotta call John and have him tell me what to do. He would think of something and even if he couldn't at least I'd be off the hook homework wise and not get reamed out (!) by my colleagues next Tues. So I called his office.

"Hello." It always surprised me that she never said anything like "Dr. Venruil's office." Who knows why? It was Kim, the red panties girl.

"Hi Kim, It's Caitlyn."

"Oh hi girly-girl, sorry I missed you last night. What's up?"

"I was wondering if John's in."

"Sorry no. He's away at some conference. A something-something-something conference on female sexuality in San Antonio. Then entire weekend. And Monday too. Won't be back till Tuesday afternoon."

"Oh darn it." And I really meant it because I needed him so much right then, for advice I mean. But then I was like "Well how about Janice?" figuring she was really smart too.

"Sorry. Same deal. The 2 of them went together while the peons stay here filing reports from your session last night."

Hmmmm. So Janice got to travel with him? Lucky girl. But oh-fer-two on getting any help.

"You're there by yourself?"

"Oh, yeah. Gotta keep this place running." She laughed.

But I'll tell you confidentially John and Janice what had made me ask. I mean if they kept up with my history they know that Cin's older sister was friends with Kim and I always wondered if I could trust Kim to be totally confidential with my information. I was just sure she knew about my little blowjob problem but wanted to feel like Cin's sister and all her other friends didn't know too. Failed fellatri like to keep things kind of quiet like that.

I guess I really shouldn't say that cause John already had to correct me once (Yum!) about treating Kim with disrespect just cause she wasn't on the therapy team with us. So I'll try better. And truly do not mean disrespect. It's just I have some knowledge of what girls are like. Anyhow.

"So Kim. How do I reach them if it's, like, an emergency or something."

"Oh, that's different. What's the emergency?"

"Well I'd rather not say here, you know, on the phone and all."

"I know. It's so hard. Believe me I've been there before myself. But John is very specific that I am not to give out his or Janice's private line number unless there's an emergency like a breakdown where you're like totally going nuts. He's like 'You gotta ask Kim. Make them tell you what the emergency is.' And he's the boss. So is it like one of those? You know a breakdown?"

"Well no, thank God, not really." I mean sure I was worried but it wasn't like I was about to drink cyanide or something.

"Then it's not an emergency."

"But I don't know what to do." I heard my own voice then coming out kind of whiney little girl and got embarrassed.

"About what? Maybe I can help. We're kind of similar you know?"

This made me think a bit. Chewed my lip for a second. But I figured she might be right about that. About us. Being similar I mean. It was all a little bit hazy but I think I'd felt some special connection with Kim from the first moment I saw her in John's waiting room and she'd had me fill out all those forms. And, no, since you're nosey too, not just because she was so beautiful. I think it was more than that. We did seem alike in some way I couldn't exactly say. So I decided. To trust her.

"Well it's just my homework. From the session. Janice gave it to me. And..." Here I paused for maybe 5 seconds, just long enough to say to myself 'now don't be a pussy' and then "And...I'm supposed to blow my boyfriend a certain number of times between now and Tuesday and he's totally gone out of town till even later than Tuesday and I'm like panicking here cause what if I can't do what she told me to?"

"Oh. I see. That is a problem." She paused and I could pick up from her the same non-judgmental thing I always got from both John and Janice. His staff was nothing if not well trained.

"A problem, but not an emergency. So let me think. Yeah what would I do?" We paused together and I thought I could hear her perfect nails drumming on the desktop. The sound of Kim thinking. Then I heard "Well if it were me I'd blow my boyfriend. He's always around."

"Ah Kim. The point is what will I do? Me. Not you."

"Yeah I know. I get it. But I'm just thinking out loud here. Cause like what if ...I mean this would sort of work I think ...what if you just blew my boyfriend instead of yours? Cause they just want you to practice sucking a cock, right? Not sure it matters whose cock it is. And I'd be like so cool with it. I mean either with me there too or you two alone. And Mike is totally cool too. So just a thought."

"Kim. I don't... Are you serious? You'd do that for me?" Shows you how desperate I was. And how nice she is. Plus I gotta say I really heard her when she said 'with me or not.' That would be interesting!

"Ahh. Let me think. I mean I'm cool with it and Mike will be cool with it." She laughed here. "I mean he's pretty open to having lots of different girls suck him off." She laughed again. "And I really, really want to help you as much as I can - we all do."

I was ready to bite, but like Janice would say 'no teeth!' and started in "But how...? I mean when...?"

"Well whenever I guess." Pause. "But I do wonder if...well, let me think for a second." Pause. "Wonder if, you know, John would approve." Longer pause. "I mean I don't want to get in trouble for changing a therapy plan. And what if they're like 'it had to be that specific dick she sucked', cause he's your actual boyfriend I mean, not Mike. Then what could I say?"

I was losing her and tried to butt in "No, I think..."

But she was quicker "So I don't...maybe not. I mean we better not."

I took one more try at her but I sort of knew it wouldn't get me anywhere.

"Oh my God, no? You're sure?"

"Yes, you know I'd love to help but I think my professionalism needs to come first. Sorry Catie."

Which when I had a chance to think about it later I had to agree with. I thought the same thing myself about my role, that I needed to be completely professional to be part of the team. So I totally understood her position, even right then I think.

"Oh, well. Thanks for the idea anyhow. But I understand. Any other ideas for me? I'm kinda hurting here."

And her voice was so loving and tender over the phone then.

"Sorry Caitie. I really am. All I can say is to be creative. John always appreciates a girl who thinks up creative solutions to problems. It's just I can't be in the middle. But be creative. There have gotta be tons of guys out there who'd love to have you suck their cocks."

"Yeah but..." But I didn't bother. Kim had actually tried for me but this was a dead end.

"Well thanks then Kim. Thanks for trying. I should get going now." 

Kim jumped in and said "Oh. Caitie. One other thing before you go."

"Yeah."

"Well John told me that he talked to you about my red panties and all and I'm like totally fine with whatever you did that made you throw them away or burn them or destroy them or whatever you did which was weird but I'm not judging but then he, like, told me you had offered to pay me back and I was like if John was really cool with it and he said he was they were my panties after all and so long story short I just wondered if you could? Could pay me back? The $280."

I was all set to go into apology mode cause I was really sincerely sorry about that whole mess even though I still didn't understand how I got the darned panties in the first place. But then I heard the amount and I was like:

"$280? For one pair of panties?"

"Well it's the set. You know panties and bra. I hardly ever wear the bra cause you know with tits like ours its way more fun not too." Made me feel funny when she said 'like ours' and not just cause mine are actually at least a little bigger, funny and kind of excited too. "But still it was a set, and only comes that way plus I think I'd like to try the pink next time so it's like the set, panties and bra, yeah $280."

"Well if that's what it costs..."

"You're so sweet. Thanks. I'll see you Tuesday." Click.

So that didn't exactly work out. But I had bigger problems than the $280, which I knew I could wheedle out of Dad somehow. Cause now it's 9:45 and I'm in even more of a panic and so panicked that I actually sat and cried for a little bit. But then I figured I had no other options and that I better take Kim's advice, even though some of her ideas don't exactly work out, which sounds mean but I don't mean it that way. Be creative. Who out there would want me to blow him?

Which you know it's sad cause I couldn't think of anyone in over 10 minutes. I mean the guys my age that I'd just graduated with tend to be total losers and don't know anything at all about a girl's feelings or her sexuality or anything. And it wasn't like there were any hot older brothers from friends of mine. Cindy is an only child and Beth has this one brother whose kind of OK but away at grad school or something. There was no one in my age group. 

Course I prefer older men anyhow, like Julian who is 23, and was thinking how if I was older and like worked in an office or something then there'd be all these cute smart guys around who probably really do know about girls and then this would be easy. And then it hit me. 'Office.' Who has an office? Dad. And who works with Dad? Lots of older men like 25 to 900 or something. And who in that office is less than 900 and kind of attractive and I know him already and I really think he'd want to and it was clear. Mr. Williamson, that's who. 

See? Creative.

Now you know I would never ever ever cheat on Julian. Even if I did stop to consider Kim's initial offer of her boyfriend. Cause of the panic. But then I'm like it's not really cheating if I'm doing it for him to begin with. Doing it so I can improve to where he actually enjoys me sucking his cock. That is not cheating. Cheating is like being out at a club with your girlfriends and seeing this mega hot guy and saying 'mmmmmm - one blowjob won't matter.' That's cheating. And this was not. In fact, this was part of a scientific study of some sort. You could tell cause of that conference John was at.

But then I had to wonder, did I actually have the guts to call Mr. Williamson? Trust me it wasn't cause I thought he might turn me down. No. Mr. Williamson was this pretty hot, pretty fit, pretty masculine and domineering, something like maybe 40 year old guy who had worked with my Dad forever and had always been very complimentary about me and my looks. Meaning he'd been hitting on me when my Dad wasn't around - you know, company picnic time and such - since I was like 15. At first I thought he was just being cute like old people sometimes are, but sometime around my 16th birthday it became clear even to me. Comments about my little boobies being so sweet, about my 'cute butt', and questions about whether girls today all get their tongues pierced cause he read it in some magazine. Did I know why girls did it? Plus he'd said to me he'd love to take me out on his boat someday, just for fishing or sun bathing or swimming or whatever. He'd said it right after I caught him looking down my top at Dad's company softball game.




Caitlyn's Treatment Ch. 07



My Dad absolutely loved this guy so I couldn't say anything to either him or Mom. I think Mom knew anyhow but just said to 'be careful' around him. Which I had been. But that was then and this was now and now was a crisis and I'm like 'Do I have the guts?' Or 'the balls' as Cindy would say but I don't really get that cause I'm totally fine with being a girl even if it is a crisis.

I'm really not a slut, no matter what you might think. And no I don't mean what you, John and Janice (and Kim too if she takes a peek), think. I mean if some other people see this like it goes into one of those books people publish for science where they XXX out all the names but leave all the rest of the words. And then someone thought that, that I was a slut? Cause it's not true.

And then I figured John had complimented me as being a 'worker' which I think just means tries hard. And I knew that Kim was right that they both appreciated creativity, which was one of the major themes of Janice's paper on blowjobs to begin with. And then I was like 'Go for it." Even though I knew there was this other problem that Mrs. Williamson was like 8 months pregnant and he probably couldn't do it anyhow just cause of that. I found the Williamson number in the book Mom leaves by the phone cause cell phones confuse her. So I figured I should go for it and just try. Which I did.

"Hello." Sounded gruff. Sounded like he had just woken up and it was 10:22 already.

Then I heard this click and then another voice, a female voice this time, which was probably Mrs. Williamson, also say "Hello" and then I heard him yell out "I got it" and then one more click.

"Hello, who is this?" 

"Hi Mr. Williamson. It's Caitie." No response. "Caitie Desjardin. You know? Bill's daughter?"

"Caitie? Oh Caitie. Yeah Catie. Hi sweetie." I heard the sound of a door slam over the phone. His voice brightened considerably. "What can I do for you darling? Everything ok with the old man, with you?"

"Oh yeah. Things are fine it's just...well like I had nothing much to do today and..."

"Wish that was my problem" he said with a really friendly laugh.

"Well ...it's just...I was thinking it'd be cool to go swimming today...like from a boat or something...and like I just remembered...that you had one...a boat that is...and that you had said one time..."

"Swimming today? With me? On my boat? Well isn't that an interesting wake up call." So he had been asleep. I was lucky he picked up I guess.

"Yeah I just figured if you were around and didn't have anything to do it might be like fun?"

"Oh. I bet it would be. I just know it would. But tell me. Who else would be on this little cruise of ours?"

"Well no one see I told you I didn't have anyone to hang around with today and I was just..."

"So just us two?"

"Yeah."

"Interesting. Very. Where are your Mom and Dad?"

"Oh away for the day at some park with Samantha, which I totally did not want to join them." I wondered if I should tell him they'd be away overnight too but then I figured one step at a time.

He paused then and I figured he was trying to figure this out. Obviously I couldn't tell him the whole story. Plus he might have been kinda insulted and that was the last thing I wanted to do. So I waited.

"This idea. The swimming. It just come to you or you been thinking about it for a while?"

"Oh, a while I guess." Which was kinda true but not exactly in the way I knew he meant.

"Interesting...very." There was some static on the line and I couldn't make out what he was saying. And then "Listen. You still there?"

"Oh yeah, I'm here."

"Listen. I've gotta move some things around. I'll call you back in 10. OK? Can I call you on this line? Is this your cell or something? ...It is? Good. Be right back to you."

"Oh yeah like I said no one is around and I just..." But the phone had gone dead.

Oh-my-God I thought I was going to pass out. I didn't realize till he hung up that I had sort of been holding my breath the entire length of the call. Course I'd never made a call like that one before and it was kinda scary. Especially when Mrs. W. almost caught us. But I'd done it. Guess I did have the guts after all. I'd have something creative to report even if (cause I figured that would happen) he called back to say he couldn't go.

Then he called back in like 5 minutes and said "Pick you up in 10" and clicked off fast again.

So I rushed around and found a nice bikini, the white one with these skinny vertical blue pin stripes on the bra and wider horizontal green ones on the bottom and Cin had always told me I looked pretty hot in it, and some sun protection spray and my little yellow beach dress which is see through but you have the bikini on underneath anyhow so it doesn't come off looking slutty and I wanted to make us a lunch or something to bring but then I heard the beeping in my driveway and looked out and he was already here.

Not much got said on the way to the dock. He asked me if I was good. I was. I asked if he was good. He was. I asked if his wife was excited about the baby. She was. He asked if my Dad and Mom were good. They were.

He was still pretty silent as we pushed out of the bay, him steering, me staring. Cause I never realized how nice an ass a guy can have at his age but I gotta say his really was nice. Really shaped and strong and powerful looking and it gave me shivers to just think of him and his wife making love and how he must really be able to thrust hard and such. Really nice strong legs too. He looked sort of very fit all over in the way men can at that age. But we still weren't saying much.

I asked him where we were going and all he said was "3 miles out."

"Why 3?"

"Cause you're not 18."

Which hurt because he missed it but his wife had actually been at my 18th birthday party and she gave me a gift and everything, which was just like a single tea cup and saucer, but I guess pretty expensive, and she said I should start a collection for when I had my own husband and my own family and I'd appreciate having nice things like this. Which is probably true. But still it was like 1 tea cup. Anyhow he should have known.

So I told him "I turned 18. Two weeks ago. And besides isn't it 12 miles?"

"Isn't what 12 miles?"

"The legal boundary. You said 3. But in Ms. Simpson's law class we learned that it used to be 3 but now it was 12 miles or maybe even a little more cause they count the miles funny till you got outside of the technical U.S. territory." And I was proud I knew this stuff more than he did, cause he was this sort of important guy in Dad's company, and I was supposedly a dumb girl just barely out of high school.

"Well 3 is plenty. No one around there anyhow." He paused and really looked me over for the first time. 

"Whyn't you lose that little yellow thingy and get some sun? And you're really 18?" I nodded as I took it off. The sun and slat air felt wonderful on my skin. "Hells bells. Yeah 3 is plenty." And he looked kind of excited but also in a way kind of disappointed in me then for actually being 18. 

We parked the boat out there and he was right, no one was around anywhere. The boat was rocking but very gently and the sun was pretty hot. So he asked did I want a beer or a soft drink or anything and I took the soft drink and he had a beer. I was wondering whether I ought to tell him something, maybe not everything but something, about the homework cause otherwise he'd just think I was slut. But I couldn't think of any way to say it that would not also make me look like a slut. So I let it go. Let him take the lead. Men like to anyway, and he was a pretty manly guy.

He had worn just ratty cutoff jeans and some old shirt but men can totally get away with that. When he pulled off his shirt I could see that he was really dark tanned and that his chest hair had a lot of gray in it which was odd cause the hair on his head was still very dark all around. He said come here and I did and he put his arm around me and said "So you wanna have some fun after all?" and then he was just like playing with my suit's bra straps, kind of putting his thumb under and letting it snap back a few times. Then he'd edge the strap a bit farther towards my shoulder. But I didn't answer so he just asked the same thing again and then he threw a seat cushion thingy down by my feet. After that he undid the clasp of the bikini bra and my tits were out and I figured this was as good a time as any and I sank to my knees on the cushion and I undid his cutoff jeans and out pops a very nice looking cock which actually looked just like Mr. Whitey so I went to work. And he said "Ahhh. Good girl. Knew you would."

I was really careful to try to do everything I'd been learning from John and from Whitey (and Blacky, but Mr. Williamson wasn't that big) and from Janice's article or book or whatever and I think I did it pretty good too. I was conscious of really working hard at making love to his cock and balls, with my mouth, lips, throat, eyes, hands, you name it. I made sure to vary my stroke and depth best I could. My eyes were up to make sure I followed his lead but his were closed anyhow and he had both hands gently cupping my head as I sucked. And I was doing something right cause he said about 3 times 'Oooh, you're a nice little cocksucker' and once 'nice and deep, nice and deep, good girl' and another time he asked 'you love my cock, baby?' and I was able to nod without missing a stroke and then, finally, 'take it now sweetie" and he shot like a gallon of his sperm right in me and said "every drop slut" and I know technically it's called 'semen' but it sounds hotter to think of his cum as sperm so I did. And I did get to swallow, at least some. But there was like so much that I know a lot came out and dribbled on my chin and such. Still, most of it.

I wasn't too upset about him calling me 'cocksucker' and 'slut' and such cause I think that's just the way some guys are. I mean Julian doesn't. He's pretty quiet except for some moans when we make love. But Barbara Freiling says her boyfriend Ed calls her every name in the book when they make love and she kind of likes and it and makes it hotter for her. The fact that I liked it too is probably because I am pretty submissive.

When he was done with my mouth I was still on my knees and he was breathing really hard and I wondered if he had a heart attack or something would I be able to drive the boat back which I doubted and he had his one hand just resting on my head and the other hand still had a grip of a bunch of my hair and his big wet cock was hanging right in front of my face and I do admit it was getting a little uncomfortable. Knees I mean. Still I knew it was right to just rest that way.

Finally he moved away to grab his beer and I was able to get up and wipe my chin and I wondered if I wiped it off with my hands was I supposed to lick it up? I didn't know the answer. I don't remember it being in Janice's book. But I figured the answer was probably yes so I did. Which, I gotta say, he watched me do it and absolutely loved it. He gave me another "Good girl!" and then I took a few sips of the soda, which he didn't seem to mind at all.

I turned back to him and he was staring at me now all serious looking, not like he was looking at me before I blew him.

"You are one hot little cocksucker, Catie. You know that?"

I nodded although I wasn't really sure I deserved the praise. I mean he had always been a horn-dog so it was easy to make him cum like that. Plus I figured with his wife's condition he probably wasn't getting much sex at home although if you think about it there was no reason she couldn't still blow him. Like I had. Still it was polite to nod which is what I did even though I still wanted to be pretty modest.

"How come you been a little cock tease all these years? Parading those little tits around, that ass? Just waiting till you were 18 huh? For the record I would have let you blow me when you were 15. Always a way to figure these things out. Still you teasing around and probably jiggling your little joy buzzer at night waiting for me? Pretty hot."

See even guys, even older guys, can get a little carried away once in a while. I felt a little guilty that maybe I was misleading him, which would be totally unfair to him. But what could I have said anyhow?

He had come over and was playing with my breasts when he said it and then "Know what'd make it even hotter? Pierce your tongue."

I was like "I don't know" because obviously I'd need to check with John before taking a drastic step like that. Not to mention how I'd explain that one to Dad. Still I appreciated the feedback and I wondered if it would help me with Julian too.

But it seemed like he didn't even care if I was listening cause then his hands slipped inside the bikini panties and he found my shaved slit and was like "Holy Mother of God, you shave your cunt?" and I didn't really know what to say but in the end I didn't have to answer cause his phone went off like boom and I was like how can you get reception way out here and he was like 'Don't move, Caitie, be right back.'

He went into the cabin but just for a minute. When he came out he looked totally different. Now he looked angry and disappointed and excited and happy all at the same time. Is everyone able to do that stuff except me? But he said we were going back in and I'm like, well inside anyway, noooooo that was only 1. But it turned out the call was from some neighbor of his and his wife had just gone into premature labor and now he said we had to go back so he could rush over to the hospital and take care of her. So I was like whatever. But I felt bad about what I'd thought about the tea cup and her not giving him enough sex.

It still took us quite a while to get back in. He didn't say much, seem distracted. And I didn't know what to say either. So I went up to the front deck o get some sun - topless still, which is nice cause I don't get to do it much with Dad around the pool. And then Mr. Williamson said to me 'Come on up here and I'll teach you how to drive her' which I did but was just a way of him getting to cup my ass and tits a lot while I tried to steer the boat and I could feel he was getting hard but then we were close into the harbor so he had to take over the driving and he had to remind me 'Hey, kiddo, put that bra back on now, there's children about' which of course I did. But he was still hard and then when he got the boat moored (is it 'moored'?) he was still hard I could see and he took me into the cabin cause there were all these other boats around and people talking and laughing and some music playing and he was like 'Can call the water taxi in 10 minutes, 10 won't matter' and I dropped to my knees thinking well at least it will get half done but then he said 'No way know already what that cute mouth feels like. It's shaved pussy time now sugar.' 

And I tried to stop him then not like it was rape or anything hell the whole trip had been my idea but for good reasons anyhow I tried to stay down and convince him that I'd give him and even better blowjob but then he lifted me like straight up like I weighed nothing and kind of duck walked me over to this little bed but he didn't put me on the bed instead he got me facing it and bent me over so just my hands were on it and then I felt him strip off the bikini bottoms and he was spreading my feet and my bum and pussy were up and exposed and he stroked my slit twice from behind then he was inside me even though I wasn't totally wet there yet and while he was fucking me he asked if I was on protection and I said yeah thank God I was and he said 'Good woulda cum in your mouth if you weren't' which I thought was pretty gentlemanly of him and I didn't mind, I mean that he didn't use my mouth then, cause that wouldn't have counted as a blowjob anyway even if it would have been good practice swallowing. Remember I said I bet he could thrust really hard well I was right and I gotta say he fucked harder than Julian ever did with his strong hands cupping my tits so tight and he didn't last long just like 5, 6, 7, 8 but of course he was in a hurry to get to the hospital and I could feel his body tense and he was cumming in me. But I didn't blame him, no one bit.

After that he called the water taxi and when we got to the dock he gave me $20 for a cab and then took off in his car for the hospital. I barely had time to congratulate him and to wish him and the baby and his wife well. He said as he got in his car that I should think about the piercing and that he would call me and I guess I think he really will. 

So that was it. There was no one else I could remotely think of to call. No more blowjobs.

Bottom line: 1 blowjob, but, and I think he'd agree, a pretty good one. 

Also noted in the captain's log: 1 sea voyage, and, hey, it sure does get salty out there.

Practice Mr. Whitey: There's a lot less to say about Mr. Whitey. He's this pretty cool fake rubber cock that Janice gave me before I left the other night. He's about 7 inches and just moderately thick, probably like Julian come to think of it but smaller than Mr. Williamson was. I say it's pretty cool cause it had this suction cup on the end kind of under where the semi-realistic but pretty balls are and so it can attach to furniture in my bedroom or even to the shower wall so I can practice almost anywhere private. Janice had told me to combine use of Mr. Whitey with use of a banana, the banana being better for gentle blowjobs where the girl is doing most of the work and its delicate and fine and Mr. Whitey, like Mr. Blacky before him, better for simulating the kind of blowjob where the guy is sort of fucking your mouth just like it's a cunt. I was supposed to do it at least an hour a day.

I'm happy to say I did more than the required amount of practice, probably more like 90 minutes each on Friday through Monday nights. Course I'd only had the Friday session and my shower Saturday morning before I went out with Mr. Williamson, so it's hard to say based on real experience, but I do think it helped quite a bit.

One thing I discovered in my bedroom was that it's easier to take the cock deep in my throat if I'm lying across the bed and hanging my neck over the side. Discovered that on my own even before I read about it in Janice's book.

Another thing I discovered is that it helps to do the sessions, even the ones with the banana, in the nude. The first night I was all cozy in some flannel pjs and it just didn't seem as sexy. Then I remembered my session with John and how he had me get naked before I worked with Mr. Blacky so from then on I got nude for my sessions. Definitely helped my performance. Not inspirational like having John watch me work at it but still much hotter than with pjs on.

I remember that John had said my pussy was really responsive, getting wet, opening up and such, when I did Mr. Blacky, so I tried lying across the bed pointed at the dressing mirror on my bathroom door to see for myself. The problem was that I had to crane my neck in an uncomfortable position and wasn't really able to perform well. So I had to give that up.

The final big thing I learned is that it's really fun to practice in the shower but if you do then you better not have a Mom or Dad who will start shouting at you 20 minutes into the shower to get the hell out of the shower. That's not cool. Course to be fair they didn't understand why I was in there so long to begin with. Still.

With Mr. Whitey in the shower I could do 3 things that were good. Practice on him. Check my breasts for T-nodes, cause I was convinced I'd figure out how to check for them just like John and Janice could if I could only practice enough. And finally check my pussy to see if it was time to top off the shave job with a wax job. I now had waxing free of charge thanks to Julian's nice graduation gift. And it turned out it was time to wax. Anyhow the time added up with all this not to mention plain washing, shaving my legs and armpits and doing my hair right and eventually they'd start yelling.




Caitlyn's Treatment Ch. 07



By Monday night I had got to the point where almost - but not quite - all of Mr. Whitey would disappear in my throat. And this was with me standing (nude) in front of the mirror. I was convinced I had him all with my head hanging trick, but it's hard to be sure.

This training is awesome and I promise to keep it up. The only problem with it I see is that it's really frustrating for a girl to do all that good work and not see or feel or taste any cum at the end. I mean really frustrating. So frustrating that I did in fact masturbate a couple of times after my sessions with Mr. Whitey, and masturbation is something I hardly ever do. It made me wonder how I had handled the frustration when I did Mr. Blacky in front of John. All I recall is that feeling of frustration and the next thing I knew John made me sit on a tuffet.

Read: The first thing I want to say about Janice's book, and I hope she doesn't think I'm just sucking up to her, is I think she's a genius. Right in the front it says Dr. Janice Goodplay, Ph. D., Human Sexuality, Duke University and I read that and was like wow. She is smart. Not just cause of the Ph. D. but because everything in the book is so intelligent. I'm not totally sure I understood it all but I tried and I do think I completed this assignment properly.

I was not able to read the entire book but I'm not sure she even meant me to. Because "Oral Protocol" is separated into 4 sections for female on male, then male on female, then female on female and then male on male, I was able to read just the parts that relate to my condition. Which is female on male, aka blowjobs. So I read that section once and then read it again. I actually was able to read it the second time in combination with practice on Mr. Whitey and I'm sure that made a funny picture but it was helpful and the right way to do it according to the book. But me naked in my room, one hand holding "Oral Protocol" up to the light and the other driving Mr. Whitey in and out of my mouth at the same time well sir I'd pay $12 at the Cineplex to see a motion picture of that (as Grandpa used to say, course he would have said $1 at the motion picture house.)

Then I figured it would be interesting to read the female on female section too, especially to try to understand my best friend Cindy who might want to read it for herself if she hasn't already. It makes me laugh to think of me using Mr. Whitey while I was reading about girls doing that stuff for other girls, but I enjoyed reading it that way. In the end I probably spent as much time reading about girls doing girls as about girls giving blowjobs. I hope that's not weird!

The sections on blowjobs sounded of course just like John the other night. "Maintain femininity", "Be submissive", "Use everything: eyes, lips (John had said mine were nice!) tongue, throat, fingers, hands, tits", "Get everywhere: head, shaft, balls, perineum, ass", "Vary the stroke and speed: fast, slow, hard, soft, feather, deep, shallow" "Use the hard suck" "Make a strong finish" and "Swallow" Most important is to make love to the cock (which is more than simple cocksucking) and make sure you are grateful for his cum, and that he sees your gratitude and submission. Janice gets quite heated about females who can't finish strong (one of my flaws) and/or who don't swallow (another up until now - fingers crossed!) Janice does point out however that 'swallowing' in the text is often shorthand for 'wherever he wants it to go: face, or mouth, or belly, or tits, or hair, etc.' the point being that submission is more important in making love to a cock than the physical fact of where the cum ends up.

So I learned a lot but will keep reading it. As Mr. V. my writing teacher last year used to say, 'You can get as much out of a careful reread as the first read: there's always something more that the author can teach that you missed in the past." I know I'll come to understand more of Janice's book through rereading lots of sections.

Lesbianism Interviews: Well it's getting late here and I have to get myself all nice and cleaned and scrubbed for my appointment, and I need time to pick out a nice outfit and some pretty lingerie to go with it. So I better skip writing up the final part about my interviews on lesbianism with Cindy and Mom. I did the 2 interviews on Sunday (Cin - we were alone together at my pool after we both got a wax and our nails done) and Monday (Mom - we had the house to ourselves once Sam went off to school.) One funny thing happened though: in the middle of my conversation with Mom I got this text from Mr. Williamson that just said "Next weekend. Call this number when you can." But I want to ask John about it before I return the call anyway. So I did the assignment, but I better leave the report as an oral (lol) once I'm with John and Janice in a short bit. Plus Janice said it was optional anyhow and I still did it.

Overall Assignment: I tried hard on all 4 things Janice wanted me to do. The blowjob practice on Julian did not work out but I did my best. But I tried hard to fit everything in despite still having my chores at home (keeping my room clean) and still going to the gym twice (so I don't get fat.) Overall I'd give myself a C cause I really did fail on the most important job she gave me. Also a C is what I'm used to from high school anyway, except for Mr. V's writing class where I got a B+ cause he said my mechanics were horrible but I had good ideas. 



Caitlyn's Treatment Ch. 08



In this chapter of the Caitlyn story I bring in cross-over character Jevon from the Robert and Kayla series. This begins the merger of the 2 series into the Caitlyn story. This chapter is probably best read as part of the Caitlyn series, but can be read stand alone or with Ch. 3 of the Robert and Kayla series as background.

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Mom bought me this really cute bra and panty set from Stella McCartney. It was a thanks for babysitting my little sister while she went out with her girlfriends. That was the night after I'd blown Mr. Williamson. 

The bra was a balconette demi cup which I didn't even know about before - very feminine with soft lacey cups around some underwire that somehow pushed the girls up just right. Mom said that even with small high boobs like mine a little help never hurt and I think she's right. It had a tiny rose between and skinny little peach colored straps. The matching hipster panties were so tiny they kind of showed off a lot and Mom said maybe she had made a mistake in getting them. But she could see I loved them so much, so of course she let me keep the set.

I loved the bra most. It showed off the girls just right. It was a soft cream color so I could wear it under my floral lace dress, the one with the peach colors that Cindy loves. The dress has a low scoop neck which totally worked with the bra and off the shoulder sleeves that let the straps peek out. It's a little shorter than thigh length but as Mom says if you know how to sit like a lady you can totally get away with it without looking like a slut. Flirty but not too naughty. It looked just right with the new lingerie.

Mom came into my room that afternoon when my back was turned to her. I had been admiring my new undies in front of the full length mirror. She didn't like the way the panties showed off my bum but like I said she came around. I can usually get my way with her - with Dad too I suppose but not on issues like this. I guess since Mom bought the set for me to begin with she couldn't complain too much.

Problem was then I came around, by which I mean I had to turn to speak to her complaint about my ass showing. Somehow I'd totally forgotten about how I'd shaved my pussy and how that would be obvious under these tight low-rider panties.

"Oh my God. You shaved it?"

Funny it was almost the same exact reaction I'd got from Julian when I showed him. But with Mom I had to blush and turn away. I knew she didn't shave hers but she's like 37 or something so that would have been weird. Anyhow I blushed and tried to turn away.

"You shaved your little thingamabob? Your whatchamacallit?"

That almost made me laugh. Mom tries to act all coy and modest about sexual things - even her own body - but I don't think she really is. At least not if the noise coming from her and Dad's bedroom at night means what I think it does. But I couldn't laugh till I knew if she was really pissed at me or just doing her Mom role. And by the way, and technically, it was no longer shaved. Cindy and I had used 2 of the coupons Julian had given me to have a wax done - which did hurt but is still much nicer. I didn't bother explaining that to her.

I just kind of mumbled "Everyone..."

"For Julian I suppose?"

I found my courage then. I loved Julian so much I couldn't let him take the blame. So I turned fully back to her and said "For God's sake Mom, every girl my age does it." 

Mom doesn't really like it when I confront her like that. She began to back off. I could see it in her face. Still, she had to say something.

"But you just turned 18."

"Well Cindy started when she was 16 and her mother was like fine with it." That was sort of an exaggeration but I kept going. "Then Sarah did hers when she was 17. I'm like totally the last girl on earth to get my pussy shaved."

The word 'pussy' just sort of escaped. I didn't mean to use it to my own Mom. Her head snapped back but she continued into full retreat.

"Oh. I suppose everyone is doing it for their boyfriends?"

"Oh, Mom! Don't be such a prude. You sound like Dad." I knew that would get her. She likes to be the more open-minded parent and we both knew that Dad would freak out if he saw me in these panties. "I don't have to do it for a guy." Which wasn't at all true but she wouldn't know that. "It's just like it feels so nice under my panties and I save all that time grooming every morning."

"So it's not for Julian?"

But I'd had it with this conversation. "Mom!"

"Ok. Ok." She knew I was done with it. "Just don't let your Dad find out."

"Yeah, like..." I stopped myself from being a bitch. Cause I was gonna say "Yeah, like I might sit down to dinner tonight and say 'Guess what Dad? Got my pussy waxed today.'"

But she heard it and changed the subject to something more positive. "I love that bra on you." She came over and circled me to check it out. "Oh your little boobies look just perfect in it."

I didn't mind her calling them 'my little boobies.' After all they are pretty small and I'm really OK with that. I mean I see the problems my girlfriends with big boobs have and wouldn't want them. Sheila's already sag and she's only like a year older than me. Plus tits are for attracting men and I think I was doing sort of OK in that department.

I dropped the dress over my head and the lingerie party ended. I was going simple for the appointment with John. Just the little dress, a heart anklet, hair back in a ponytail like it was a beach outing. A touch of eyeliner. Those nice strappy Italian sandals.

Mom said 'Wait. I have the perfect lip gloss. The peach?"

She took off to her room to get it and I checked myself in the mirror. Why was it that she still barged into my room whenever she felt like it? I was 18 now for God's sake. I knew she was in a hurry to get out of the house - she'd been calling me for like 10 minutes from downstairs. Which was ridiculous anyway cause John's office is like 10 minutes from our house and we had almost 40 minutes till the appointment. But I think the real reason is she did want to check out the bra and panty. I knew she would love that bra on me even if the half cups did expose just a hint of pink areola. But that panty had shocked her almost as much as my little bald thingamabob (as she calls it) had. Well, c'est la vie, as my French teacher Ms. Rondeau would say. But Mom did mean well.

She came back with the lip gloss which really did work with the dress. Then we were out of there.

The reason Mom had been calling me was that she was my ride to my appointment with John. It got complicated because my car needed new breaks and some other stuff I didn't understand. So Dad got up early and drove my car to the shop. I would have done it but he had to explain what I needed to the guys anyhow so he just let me sleep in. He had to get a cab back to the house to take his car to work. Now Mom and I only had her car for the day. So the plan was she would drive me to my appointment, then do some errands (seemed like she always had errands) and then head to pick up my car. From there she'd either ferry the cars with a cab in between like Dad did or, more likely, flirt enough with that guy Tony at the shop to get him to drive one of the cars home. After that she'd wait for the call from me when the appointment was done. That was the plan. Simple.

Thinking about Tony on the way over in the car made me realize I wasn't the only girl in the car who looked nice today. It actually made me feel selfish, just thinking about my own looks all the time cause I was 18 and boy crazy (which I had to admit to myself.) Mom had on this nice summery white linen dress that came maybe 3 inches above her knees, a pearl necklace and sandals similar to mine. The dress had a cool leathery belt that matched the sandals and really showed off her figure. She was perfectly made up. And I wondered - was this all for Tony?

See Mom is this pretty hot 37 year old woman if I do say so myself. Definitely the hot mom among all my friends. Maybe the hottest of everyone who graduated with me. Cindy's Mom is pretty but even older and even then pretty but in a kind of slutty looking way. And the other mothers? Forget it! My Mom looked hot and classy. Everyone thought so.

Which is weird cause like, hello!, she's almost 38!

Now she was driving and asking me about the appointments with John and Janice. She and I are pretty close and I'm usually pretty open with her. But so far I'd just told her that he and I talked about 'relationship issues' and about keeping a man happy. Well she's no idiot and knew I was talking about sex but also about other deeper stuff like commitment and loyalty and being good for a guy. Which I knew she totally got.

Still there was no way I was going to tell her about my homework - like Mr. Whitey or Janice's book or (God forbid!) my day with Mr. W. A girl's got to use a lot of judgment about telling things like those, even to her own Mom, or especially to her own Mom. I definitely had told her right away about taking the GT pills cause John sort of insisted she be involved with having them checked out by our pharmacy and doctor. He was a real stickler for that one. Which was fine. I just told her they were for some nodules in breast tissue that were creating premenstrual pain, which was somewhat true. And I'd done homework with her and Cindy (separately) where I'd asked for their beliefs about lesbians. It had kind of shocked Mom - I could see her wondering whether I was wondering if I were lez. Which I just left there like that cause there was no reason to tell her it was part of my homework.

Now she wanted to know about today's appointment. And I was like "Well it's hard to describe but we just talk about you know relationships and guys and being a good partner and all. Just kind of therapy to convince a girl my age not to be selfish and how to look at things from a guy's point of view every once in a while."

But I wasn't just avoiding the issue. The fact was that the appointments with John and Janice had this way of flying by and at the end I could barely say what we had discussed. I guess that's what happens when the therapy goes deep enough. I just knew I was happy to be part of the therapeutic team, and I just knew I was getting better with my little (Ha-ha!) FF (that's 'failed fellatio' for you newcomers) problem. Wasn't going to say that though.

We pulled up in front of John's office and Mom said "I'll be here at 5:30."

"No just wait for my call." I never knew if an appointment would run late and didn't want her just sitting there for an hour if it did.

"No problem Caitie. I don't have anything doing right then."

I was starting again to tell her when I heard his voice behind me.

"Hi Caitie!" It was John.

I turned and felt embarrassed for some reason. "Hi John. I mean Dr. Venruil. I mean John." See I always call him John cause he told me to but in front of my Mom I got a little confused to go along with the embarrassment.

"I'm just getting back from a short walk. You know, shake out the afternoon cobwebs before I sat down with you." He flashed that beautiful smile at me and I felt that feeling you get like your knees go a little weak or something. "You're a little early but we should be ready for...Hey is that your Mom?"

I was saying "Yes" but feeling even more uncomfortable and Mom was in the car asking me "Who are you talking to Caitie?" cause she couldn't see him. He walked around back of her car to her open window.

"Hi Mrs. Desjardins I'm John Venruil, Caitie's therapist." I was still leaning in the other window and saw him extend his hand. "Pleased to meet you."

Now Mom kind of twisted her body in the seat toward him and hunched her head down. She extended her hand and said "So nice to meet you at last, Dr. Venruil. I'm Beth."

"Yes. And I'm John." he said with a smile. "Funny I should run into you today. We've been planning to have you come in on one of Caitie's sessions soon anyway."

My head was buzzing but now I remembered. John had told me that in an earlier appointment. Why she would come in I didn't know. And how embarrassing was that going to be? I was standing in the sun by her car and realized I'd start sweating in this nice dress if I didn't get this wrapped up soon.

Mom was saying "Well I don't know about today. I..."

So I jumped in. "Mom! He doesn't mean now, not today. Just maybe sometime I guess. Like in a few weeks or a month or something."

Our 3 faces were lined up through the car windows and I could see a look of amusement on John's face. I just have this way of speaking out of turn when I get nervous and John always busts me on it - but in a really sweet almost sexy kind of way. He did so now.

"Well Caitie is certainly feeling her oats today. Must be the GT kicking in." he said with a laugh. Mom now looked confused too but she laughed along with him. Being polite I think. Thank God she did not have one of her low cut blouses on or he'd really get to see something. (Where did that come from? But Mom really did have nice boobs for a 37 year old. Bigger than mine of course and I had the picture of her in a balconette bra like the one she bought for me.) He went on. "But she's right. Can't right now. But what about later if you are picking her up anyway? Would that work Beth?"

"Oh yes! Great, totally free then. I can be here by 5 at the latest. It's just I have these errands to run now and ..."

"Mom!" I wanted her to back off.

John looked at me, grinning, and then looked back to Mom - probably giving her that sexy smile now - and ignored me.

"Perfect Beth. We'll keep Caitie pretty busy today and I'm not sure if we'll be done even by 6. It depends on her progress. But if you get here by 5 you and I can take an hour or so to get acquainted."

Mom was blushing like a teenaged girl going on her first date. I wanted to protest again but John gave me this look that told me to back off - which of course I did. I feel it in my tummy when he puts me in my place like that. Still I was pissed - but at Mom of course, not at John. I'm sure he had some valid you know therapeutic reason for wanting to discuss things with her but I was sure it would be totally embarrassing even if he was pretty discreet about the exact nature of my problem.

And there was this other thing. It's bad to say it but I was wondering if Mom had just found a bigger target than Tony for her linen dress and pearls and perfect makeup. For her tits nicer than mine. That is If John went for 37 year olds.

So then they shook hands and John walked me into his office.

Kim jumped right up as we entered the waiting area. "Hi Caitie!!" She rushed over and we hugged as John stood there grinning.

"Gosh, how are you? I haven't thought of another thing since we spoke. Haven't even seen John or Janice for 2 minutes to tell them." John stood now looking perplexed. Kim saw his reaction and hurried in to say "But probably better to mind my own business anyhow." She paused and we all looked at each other. "Still, you know I'm dying to know how you made out if...if it's OK with John."

John finally asked "Kim. What are you going on about?"

Now I jumped in to protect us both. "Oh. John it's really nothing. Just Kim and I spoke on Saturday while you were away I guess. I had this little problem with my homework but it all worked out fine in the end."

I shot Kim a look begging her not to continue. But you know picking up looks might not be her strong suit. I looked down at her outfit. Very short flirty skirt with big red and blue polka dots. Vintage I thought - have to ask her later where she got it. Tight tee-shirt blouse with no bra. She looked so fresh and pure and tasty. Did I say tasty? As Dad would say, 'Sue me' cause she did look tasty! She really did. Kim always has this way of looking so edible it makes you want to scream. Then I got bitchy inside and thought she looked like all the money in the world that would never be able to buy her a brain.

She jumped in "So you did it? You found a guy? You know to ..."

I felt so uncomfortable then. First Mom bugging me and then John and Mom together bugging me and now Kim. So I just said "Oh yeah. It's all in the report I wrote." Hoping that Kim would get the drift and not ever get to read it. I pulled the homework report out of my bag and kind of shoved it into John's hands. "It's all written down in here."

Finally John put an end to it. "OK. We'll take a look at this stuff later. In the meantime Kim, would you get Caitie some water? She looks parched from standing out in the sun. Then make 2 copies of the report for us and file the original. After that take her right back. Janice should be ready for her in my office and I'll be right in behind Caitie."

So much for Kim not getting to see the homework results. Still I shouldn't begrudge her. After all she had tried to help. And in her situation I'm sure I'd be just as nosey as she was.

Five minutes later I was alone with Janice in his office.

But everything seemed wrong. I started to undress you know to be efficient with our time but also so she would see my new lingerie. Janice told me to stop, which was weird. But then John came in and stood behind me the way he always does. He pulled the sheer dress right up over my boobs and then popped the bra over them without even seeing it. He took his time feeling around for the T-nodes but I couldn't tell what he was finding. Still I was glad to be beyond all those awkward conversations and down to the real business of my treatment.

He spoke to Janice over my shoulder while he was feeling my tits. "Yeah. We have a change today. I just spoke to Jevon and he's on his way over - will be here in 20 minutes."

Janice made a face. I couldn't tell what it meant. "Does it have to be today? We had a plan. I have Kim ready and everything."

"Well no choice really. They moved their event up to tomorrow night."

"Tomorrow? How can we have her ready? And our plan. Do we have time - for any of it?"

John didn't answer the question, but then I couldn't really know what they were talking about. Who was this Jevon? Ready for what?

"Come over and check this for me."

Janice came over and stood before me. Now she lifted the dress over my head and I stood there in my undies the way it should have been. She reached behind me while John held my tits and she undid my bra clasp. I shook the straps off my shoulders and the pretty bra fell between our bodies. Janice bent over and slid the panties off my legs. She rose and John released my boobs to her smaller, delicate hands. But she was hungry and really worked on them good.

"You see?"

"Yeah."

"Fifty or sixty percent gone. Maybe more."

"Yeah." She squeezed my tits harder and then bent in and kissed the nipples. Which was weird. I mean she had never used her mouth to check them before. Even if I did kind of like the feeling. I felt John's fingers slide between my thighs and glide up along the ridge of my pussy lips.

"She's getting wet quick." He paused. Janice looked up at him over my shoulder, a needy look if ever there was one. He chuckled. Then "Go on. Go for it. You've got 10 minutes." Janice sank to her knees. His hands went back over my tits to hold them, and to support me. He used his feet to spread mine. Janice grinned up at me and then leaned in and licked my pussy. Then again. And again. And I was so freaked out and turned on and confused and moaning. She licked inside me, right up inside my cunt and swirling the little clit. After that I was cumming. I would have fallen, my legs get so weak, but he had me nice and steady by my boobs.

She kept licking and used her fingers to open my slit so she could suck it deeper.

John whispered "I told you what a good little cocksucker Janice is. Goes for pussy too."

She pulled back and looked up at him. "Can Kim...you know..?"




Caitlyn's Treatment Ch. 08



"No time. Finish her once more and then we gotta get ready. I'll give you Kim for later."

Janice smiled up at us, happy looking now. She wasted no more time. She dove in under me and licked up into my wet cunt. I came hard with little girl cumming sounds while John pinched my nipples. Janice fell back on her ass - her face wet with me and John finally let me drop to the floor beside her.

Janice looked at him and said "Easy cunt. Knew it."

And he said "Yeah. We'll let you edge her up some later, when there's more time."

My head was down. Flushed with 2 orgasms. Flushed with shame and maybe even a little pride but I don't really know how to describe that. Maybe cause it was the first time anyone had ever eaten my pussy? And I did cum so nice - twice even! I closed my eyes and waited.

When I could look up I saw John already seated behind his desk. I heard John's private bathroom door close and realized Janice had gone in to tidy up. John picked up the homework report and started flipping through. I sat there not knowing what was happening to me. Had I really just cum twice in 10 minutes from a girl's mouth?

Finally I had to ask him. "John. I 'm sorry. But why did Janice lick me like that?"

He looked up amused. "We told you last time. We both sensed real lesbian desires and we know how attracted to Janice is you are. Told you from the beginning that we might uncover sexual phobias other than your blowjob thing. So we had to test. You know - see what your reaction would be."

"I...I just..."

"Listen to me Caitie. It was exactly what we had predicted. And Janice is totally professional about these things. Don't be embarrassed."

"I'm not - but I'm ashamed. I mean with a girl!"

"Caitie. The phobias run deep. Go easy on yourself." He looked down at me with complete loving kindness. Thank God I had him to support me then. "But you saw how responsive you were to her mouth. There's no sense pretending it isn't there. We can work on your denial and guilt feelings. The sooner you admit your desires the sooner you get well. It's that simple."

"So, and I'm sorry, but I have to know, you think I'm a lesbian?"

"Well. Not entirely. I'm not even sure how big a part of you it is. Let's just say it's one part - a nice part once you accept it - of who you are. Try not to focus on the label. Lesbian? Slut? Cocksucker? All these idiotic labels! Maybe you're all of them. Maybe none of them some times."

You know how much I respect John's opinions and that I would always believe him. But right then I wanted to crawl under a rock no matter what he said.

Then Janice came out of the restroom and gave me the prettiest smile. Like we were 2 girlfriends with a secret - which was true. And oh-my-God what a secret. She sat in front of his desk with me still sprawled nude on the floor.

Now they flipped through the report together. I waited. Suddenly Janice snorted. Her happy look was gone. 

"One? In four days only one blowjob?"

"But I...I tried. And then Julian was gone. Kim couldn't help so there was only Mr. Williamson. And he, you know, his wife was having a baby."

"Yeah, right." But she'd said it in kind of a snotty way. "One. Never had a girl do one when I told her she needed four." And she looked at me like my teachers had in high school when I'd let them down. These people can change on you quick.

We were interrupted by a knock on the door. Kim entered and said "He's here! Jevon is here." She said it with such a reverent and excited tone that I shook. Who was this Jevon?

John rose gracefully and moved toward the door. Kim looked over at me on the floor and seemed excited and disappointed somehow. John said to Janice. "Get her ready" and headed towards the lobby followed by Kim.

Janice jumped up - clearly excited too. "Up now girl. Up quick. No. One your knees. Fold them under so your butt is sitting on your heels. Knees together modestly now. Ankles together. Yes sit on your heels - just like that. Now hands flat on your thighs. Fingers down to your kneecaps. Oooh. Nice job on your nails. Very pretty!" She walked behind me and tugged my shoulders back slightly. "Posture Caitie. Straight up. Makes your tits rise you know." She walked around me and inspected. "Stop shifting your butt! Stay still!" She circled me again. "Peaceful. Quiet. Submissive. OK then... better...well as good as we can do on such short notice." I heard voices in the corridor and she did as well. "Now don't move. Eyes down on your fingertips. Keep them down. Don't speak unless you are asked to."

The door opened and John led in a very tall and very black man. I could see him from the corner of my eyes even while keeping them down as instructed. Athletic like John but if John had been a distance runner then this one had been a football player. Rugged. Handsome. Well dressed. Shaved head. Even from this distance I picked up a new scent in the room - some kind of mildly spicy aftershave I thought. Lovely!

Janice went over to shake his hand. He leaned in and kissed her cheek gently.

John brought him to me. "Jevon. This is Caitie. We've been doing some work on ...oh...some little problems she's been having. Good progress too." I kept my eyes down and saw just two pair of shoes. Nice shoes. Rich looking shoes.

"Caitie. Look up for a second. I want you to meet Jevon, a friend and a colleague of mine."

I looked up. "Hello sir."

"Hello Caitlyn. Pleased to meet you." He extended his long arm to shake my hand and I thought how weird it was to do a formal introduction with me nude on the floor after getting my pussy eaten 10 minutes earlier. John's therapy was nothing if not surprising (and exciting.) Jevon's hand engulfed mine as we shook. He held on to it, paused and read my face and body with his eyes. He didn't smile and I put my eyes back to the floor.

"John. May I?"

"Of course."

"Stand for me please, Caitlyn. I'd like to inspect you."

My eyes went to John. He nodded.

As I stood I realized that my legs were on fire from the position Janice had put me in. Jevon faced me and looked very seriously at me and said "Good girl. Now let me check."

His hands covered my tits. I thought he'd be rough but I swear he was gentler than either John or Janice had been. John was saying "We see more than 50% reduction in nodes so far. So we're going in a good direction."

"I see" said Jevon. "So she'll have no excuses now." He laughed and the other two joined in.

John said "Yes. We do think it's time for her to spread her wings a bit." I wondered if this was a joke about me spreading my legs, but no one laughed so I guess not. "And you're right. No excuses from T nodes at least. And she's shown some promise I think."

"How so?"

His hands had gone from my breasts down the sides to my hips. Then he turned me and cupped my ass cheeks with those big hands. A long finger snuck between my thighs and penetrated hard fast and deep into me. Just like John had done while Janice was stripping me, but deeper. My body jerked forward and Jevon steadied me with his other hand.

John went on "With me. Then her homework with some friend of her Dad's. And just now - well you missed it - but ten minutes ago Janice was proving that she would respond to female cunnilingus very nicely."

Jevon was saying "I can feel her there. Janice that is. Did a nice job. As is always the case Janice. She's nicely opened."

I couldn't see her but I knew Janice would be blushing at his compliment the same way I was from John's review of my progress.

Jevon asked "You get to check her the other way Janice? Her on you?"

Janice spoke for the first time. "Not yet. We were going to today but..."

It felt like maybe he would apologize then for disrupting the plan. But he didn't.

Jevon's hands then went from behind me to the fronts of my knees, up over my thighs and belly and back to my tits. He was like a surveyor inspecting every inch of a new piece of land. Then he was in front of me again with that serious look and one finger began a trace of my face, forehead to eyes to nose to lips.

"Nice lips. Pretty." As he said it his other hand went to my tit and squeezed harder on the nipple. His big thumb traced and searched my lips slowly, back and forth over the bottom lip, till they opened -like I had no control but had to open for him - and the thumb entered my mouth and wetted itself on my tongue. Not deep. Just getting it wet. And then lingering there, searching on my tongue. And my tongue curled around the thumb and sucked gently on it. Finally with a small twist of the nipple he took it out. Jevon moved his hands to my head, gently guiding me down. Janice was behind him mimicking the position again. So I did that.

"She'll do" was all he said then. But after a pause he added. "John told me you were smart. Didn't tell me you were so pretty too." And my head was buzzing as I knelt there looking down at the carpet.

"Janice. Would you get Caitie some more water?" That was John. She went to the fridge and brought me the bottle, whispering as she gave it to me "keep eyes down while you sip."

John went on. "Now Caitie, drink the water while Jevon and I discuss some things. Don't worry if you cannot follow it - it's professional talk you might not understand. Got it?"

I needed and sipped.

The three of them were arrayed around John's desk and I knelt ten feet back, ignored for now.

"So. You think she can do it?" That was Jevon. But what did he mean by 'it'?

"Yes. Like I said - good progress. Gotta try it some time."

"But the mother?"

"Not yet. First meeting tonight while you...while you talk things over with Caitie."

Janice said in surprise "Tonight? Her Mom? You didn't say."

John sounded pleased with himself and said "Yes. Just happened as I came in. Think we should see her together?"

Janice giggled.

Jevon said "Well it might be ok if you can get her done in a couple of weeks."

"Hard to be certain. But we did Caitie in that time. Depends what we find tonight."

"Yeah. Understood. And we might do the girl separate, but far easier to deal if we do them as a package. Been wanting a mother-daughter on the team for a while."

"Yeah I get it. But you'll take Caitie to try for now? The frat position?"

"Well I'll offer her the chance. See how it goes. Then it's ladies choice." Which got Janice to giggle again.

John asked "How's it work? How many girls?"

"Well we got 40 men coming. But that's just for the dinner. Five girls can serve together with the kitchen help. Then the after activity is just about 20 guys. So 5 works there too. Keeps the bidding high if only a fourth of them can win. They're pretty competitive which is exactly what we want for the fundraiser."

"Oh yeah. What's the money for this time?"

"Botswana orphanage. Not exactly sure why they voted for that one. Most of our members are from slave stock of course. Not many of those people trace back to Botswana. Still, a good cause."

"So five girls. You got them?"

"Well we didn't two hours ago - why I had to rush this a bit. I have Beth and Kayla of course. Beth is experienced but first time for Kayla. Still she's pretty good. Then we got another girl named Maureen from your competitor - from Giemella." He paused. Not sure who that was either. "So Caitlyn here would make four. Originally I'm hoping you moved faster on the mom, even though with her age..."

"Well there's Cindy - or Kim if you need one of them."

"Yeah I figured. Might even take you up on Kim - she's fine. Cindy's nice but just not right for this work - I tried her that one time and it didn't go well."

"OK so Kim."

"Like I said, maybe. Thing is we got Kayla's sister flying in tonight to visit her. Seen pictures. Looks promising. Nineteen."

"But experienced? Do you know enough about her?"

"Well experience works both ways. Remember we used Kim for this last year. Excellent work too. But the guys all know her and they expect something new. Specially since Beth is an old timer. Her they accept that she's a star and the leader of the girls. But Kim? Let's say if you were to make her available on more of a full time basis we'd really get them excited. But for just this one event? Probably rather see new talent. Kayla thinks she can be persuaded - the sister I mean. Anyhow let me check out the sister and I'll call if we need Kim. OK?"

"Sure." Pause. "And for Caitie? Can you get her in? The way we talked about it?"

"To school? Of course. Girl's gotta think some about her future. High school graduate right? Then she really ought to be moving up to college. You say she's smart enough right?"

"Yes she is. Quite bright. Perfect for what you need for the frat during the year. And she'll get herself educated."

"OK. Let me take her over. We'll see. It's 4:30 now. What time you need her back for Mom?"

"Six-thirty should be fine. Give us 90 minutes with her."

"No problem. Get her ready man. I'm good to go."

"Caitie! Get up girl." That was John bringing me back to reality. I stood and three sets of eyes turned to me, making me blush.

"Did you listen? Understand any of that?"

Well the real answer to that was "not much." I knew Jevon needed five girls as waitresses for some party at a frat. But he looked kind of old. What kind of guy his age goes to frat parties? Then there was some stuff about Mom I didn't follow at all. Then there was this part about me getting educated that was totally confusing. So I just shook my head.

"Your future Caitie. We're talking about your future. Talking about you going to the University next year. About that and about you working for Jevon in the frat national house from time to time."

"But I'm not...going to the U...I didn't apply."

"Doesn't matter. You didn't have some big plan for next year, did you?"

"Well no. Not too big. But my Dad. He can get me a job. Olson's Toyota. Just you know sitting at the desk and greeting people as they come in. The girl they have now is going on pregnancy leave in October."

"Well we're going to do better than that. And I'm sure your Dad will approve. Your Mom too. Maybe her especially." This got Janice chuckling again. "Get ready now. Jevon is going to take you for a drive to see the house. It's where you'll work from time to time. He can explain this better than I can. OK?"

"Yes John."

They all looked at me. I waited. Waited to be lead from the room by Jevon. Excited. Maybe confused still but very excited. Kind of afraid too to tell the truth. But the U!! Could this be for real? And they sat there looking at me some more. Why are we waiting? Is this a joke? Janice had that big grin on her beautiful face.

"Caitie?"

"Yes John?"

"We all think you should get dressed before Jevon takes you."

I looked down and blushed like mad. I'd forgotten I was naked for my session. "Yikes!" I ran over and got the undies Janice had peeled off me. I practically jumped into the panties. And then brought the bra under my tits to work the clasp from the front. I spun it around and fit it over the girls and then fixed the straps.

As I picked up the dress Jevon said "What a pretty bra! Panties too. I love how they show your ass."

Which made me blush all over again. "Thank you sir."

I flipped the dress over my head, straightened it, checked my hair in the office mirror and slid into my sandals. I was ready.

The first thing that happened was I saw his car - some super cool looking, super expensive looking Porsche. It gave me a little tingle is all, cause a girl likes to have some luxury at times. But then I climbed into these really low bucket seats in the front and I realized for the first time just how short my skirt really was. So I'm like pulling it down - or trying to cause there was not much to work with and the seats really didn't help - and he gets in and immediately his eyes go down, and probably between, my legs and I'm like pissed cause I think he can see my panties. Which is totally illogical I know. We'd just left John's office where he'd inspected my tits and mouth and put his finger up my cunt. So you'd think I wouldn't mind him seeing my panties now. But for some reason I did. Girls are weird like that some times.

But that wasn't the only thing bothering me about him. Take for one the fact that he seemed somehow but I couldn't say exactly how to have the upper hand on John. Which - well you know how I respect John as a man and a colleague, and I kind of resented Jevon for it. Then there was the fact that my entire therapy session had to be postponed for him - and I barely knew who he was. I mean Janice had even said there was some plan (which involved Kim somehow) and she seemed aggravated too about the change. Course she got all gooey-girly for him once he arrived, but she was definitely pissed before that. And the plan involved Kim I think, and Janice had already licked my pussy which made me wonder a lot about what Kim's role would have been.

Then there was the fact that they didn't even get to check my homework report, not really. I mean all the trouble I'd gone to to get with Mr. Williamson. I'd been soooo nervous calling his house, and then especially when I think it was his wife who picked up. It's true that Mr. W. had been so nice and friendly that it turned out well - even if it was only the one. But it had been stressful and John hadn't even really read the thing.

And finally there was the fact, and I don't wanna sound like a jerk or a bigoted person here, that Jevon was black. Not that I have anything against black people. And now that I could see him in daylight he somehow didn't look quite as dark-chocolatey black as he had before. Maybe just milk chocolate. And, like I said, I'm not a bigot at all. Neither are my Mom and Dad - especially Mom I guess who totally hardly even notices a person's color like the ladies who wait on her at her fancy clothes shops. Dad may be a little bigoted. Not that he would ever say or do anything mean. Just he told me to be careful around black people because, he said, you know they are different. Which actually isn't being bigoted at all.

So because I was nervous and kind of anxious and confused and kind of bitchy it just came out when he started up the car.

"I hope you don't think I'm just some kind of slut."

See I really can stick up for myself sometimes.

"No, of course not. Not just a slut." And we kind of roared out of the parking lot. The rumble of the engine beneath my thighs and butt kind of gave me a little pleasant jolt, like the one when I first got in the car but somehow even nicer.

It was nice to hear what he'd said but later that night in bed I wondered if he meant 'not just' like 'you're a slut but other things too' or if he meant 'you're not totally 100% slut' or if he meant that I wasn't a slut or at least that was not why I was in his car. But at the moment it felt good that he said it, that I was not just a slut. And I know I shouldn't overthink these things. When I say that at home my Dad kids me that I don't have the tools for thinking never mind overthinking. But he's just joking.

So then, all of a sudden, and girls can be weird like this too, I warmed up to him. I can't say why, I just did. I remembered that he had called me smart (or at least John had, which was even better) and pretty (which every girl loves to hear.) That he wanted to hire me for some sort of job together with four other girls. That he had complimented my bra and panties when neither John nor Janice had even noticed them (even when she was pulling them off to lick me.) And that he supposedly could get me accepted at the U.

So I asked him "Can you really get me into college? To the U?"

"I can."

"But how? I like didn't even take the SAT exams cause I figured after what Dr. Jones told me - oh, he's my, or was my, guidance counselor at school, and he was looking at my grades and all - I figured I wouldn't get in anyway, at least not the U and I didn't want to move away cause I have" and here I got kind of self-conscious about it all "cause I have a boyfriend and ..."




Caitlyn's Treatment Ch. 08



"Don't worry. I can."

We were stuck in traffic and I figured it was a good time to talk before we got there. I had so many questions.

"And this job that you want me for - you do don't you?"

"Yep." All of a sudden he was a man of very few words and I kind of liked it cause I felt like me doing the talking for a change. I always let the man decide what we talk about but not then. I guess like John had told my Mom earlier it might be the GT kicking in. I smiled when I remembered the checkup and that he and Janice agreed that the nodes - those little thingies in my breasts that somehow had created the blowjob phobia that lead to my little FF ('failed fellatio') problem - were down like 60 percent. It gave me even more confidence.

"So what is the job with these other girls?"

"OK. There are two parts to it." We were crawling towards a red light and the nice air conditioning was just right even if it did maybe make my nipples hard under the sheer bra.

"First there's this dinner for about forty guys. Just like I told John. They're frat alums like me, an easy crowd, likeable most of them. You'd help serve the dinner. Then later there's our executive meeting with just about twenty guys. You might serve some drinks there too. But more than that you'd be part of the entertainment, part of the auction."

"I don't get it. What auction? And how come you're in a frat at the U at ..." I was about to say 'at your age' and then realized that might be insulting. It was hard for me to tell just how old he was but I figured he must be at least 30 or even 35. I did wonder about it.

Jevon laughed and said "I'm not in a frat. I'm an alum - an alumnus, get it? I was president of the frat 18 years ago when I graduated. Actually for both my junior and senior years. Now I'm Vice President of the national, taking care of all sorts of general business we have with the 47 different college chapters around the country. It's called Beta Tau Sigma, ever heard of it?"

"No. I...beta what? ... wait... is that BTS house?"

"Yeah. It's called that. How did you know?"

"Well this kid I went to high school with, his older brother is at the U and went to a party there once and said, well he said the name stood for 'Big Titted Sluts.'" Which was pretty embarrassing to say mostly though just cause it called attention to my small boobs.

"Yeah. I've heard that one. There's a million of those, like 'bring the sluts' or 'bang the sluts' or even 'bunnies taste sperm'... well they're easy for our guests to create. But that's the local U chapter, not us in the national. We're definitely not the frat party types, at least not any longer."

We'd gone through the red light and traffic opened up just a little. I realized we'd be at the U - and that's where the BTS house was - in about 5 more minutes. I still had so much to ask.

"Oh." I couldn't think of what else to say. It really didn't seem so embarrassing or scary once he explained that they were just dumb jokes. Then "And that's how you can get me in? By being a boss of the national BTS fraternity?"

"Well that might have something to do with it. But it's more that I'm a donor to the U. In fact one of the top five donors in each of the last six years. So when you give them money...they sort of have to listen." He chuckled at the thought. "And I'm president of the Alumni Admissions Advisory Group, so there's that too."

"Oooh." It was just sinking in that I was with someone who was very smart and very rich and pretty powerful. I shifted in my seat to look at him again, trying to keep the dress over my panties but not really as worried about it now, and I got a good look as he drove. He was very handsome.

But I still had those questions.

"You never explained the auction thing. I still don't get it."

"Well it's like I have these five young attractive girls. You and the four others I told John about." I was tingling when he said I was one of his attractive girls. "And we - the national executive board that is - meet every month, at least some of us do. But quarterly - I mean every 3 months - we have a major meeting with entertainment that we use as a fundraiser. Do-gooder stuff. Black causes of course since we are a black fraternity."

"Oh. I didn't know it was just for black people. I..." I was going to explain to him that I was white but then that struck me as kind of dopey. Plus I was remembering my Dad saying to be careful around them.

"Yeah. We raise a ton of money. This time for an orphanage in Botswana." And I remembered him saying that to John. I had no idea what state or part of the country Botswana was in but thought I should keep that quiet, wanting not to seem dumb and all so he wouldn't change his mind about getting me into the U.

We were finally pulling in the parking lot behind the big BTS building I'd seen from the highway before. It was right on the edge of campus. Jevon pulled into a spot and we sat there to finish the conversation.

"So we take the girls to auction. Means the guys bid on them and the winner, the guy who bids the most on a girl, sort of owns her for the duration of the meeting. It's just for fun. Mostly just means getting him coffee, maybe a few dances with him, making sure his drink is always fresh at events and so forth. The girls love it. You could ask Kim about it."

"So when is it?"

"Tomorrow night."

"Tomorrow!! Oh my God you don't give a girl a lot of time to prepare. I mean I'd want to get my hair and nails done and get a new dress and all and..."

"Don't worry about that stuff. We have outfits for the girls. And the girls all help one another with hair and such. Plus the guys like it when a girl looks pretty natural - you know, not too made up. It's all part of the entertainment, makes them more generous in what they offer at auction. And that's the point isn't it? To have them spend a lot on the girls - for charity."

"Oh." He was so confident and forceful it was hard to argue with him. Not that I really wanted to.

"Are you telling me you can't make it tomorrow night? Actually tomorrow starting around 3 to make sure everything is ready. Get you home probably around midnight or maybe 1 a.m. - all depends on what the guy who buys you wants."

"No. I think I can. If you really think it will be ok. I mean the dresses and hair and such."

"Yep, will be. And you wouldn't mind, right? I mean for a good cause? Helping orphans. Little black babies in Africa?"

"Oh! Is that where Botswana is?" It just came out.

"Oh, yes."

"And you really help them? The children?"

"We do indeed."

"And I'm really getting into the school?"

"Yes again." 

He smiled. I melted. I had a really good feeling about this.

"Then I'm your girl."

So the very first thought I had when he took my hand to help me out of the car was that he was going to take me in that building and fuck me. And then I thought I should blow him first before he could because that way I'd make up to Janice one of the missing blowjobs from my homework assignment, and I knew that would make her happy. And then I started having these weird thoughts. Not about getting fucked because he had been so nice to me then and I really did have to work on everything because you never know what kind of sexual repression can get caused by the T-nodes and even if they were 50 to 60% gone they were still there. No it was about blowing a black man. Not prejudiced stuff at all, just stuff I didn't know because I'd never done that before. Stuff like did his cum come out a different color and did it taste different or feel different going down your throat. Weird I know but like I said it made me nervous cause I just didn't know.

But then in front of the building, we were just sort of standing there looking up at it cause it was this impressive mansion type house that totally didn't look like what I thought a frat house would look like, but then I remembered that it was the national headquarters house not where the dopey college boys stayed, and then right in front of the building he just gently put his arm around my waist and draped his big hand over my hip on the other side and it felt so right to be held like that by him that then I totally stopped worrying about everything.

He took me up in this elevator right to the top of the building - about 5 stories up I believe - where he had his private rooms. When I went in I got that feeling again I got in his car. Rich. Rich and powerful. There was all this dark wood and glass and beautiful big windows that let us look out over the campus and I was thinking 'my campus.' And he gave me some water to drink which was the exact same brand that John always had for appointments and I was like gushing and then he almost ruined the mood by looking at his watch and saying that by now my Mom would be in visiting with John and Janice but that bad feeling didn't last long.

He told me to undress and I did but he stopped me when I got down to panties and bra cause he said I looked so pretty in them he wanted to keep me that way for a while. He actually took some cell phone pictures of me in them because he said I looked so nice. And we were standing in front of those big windows with him behind me holding me by the hips again and running his big thumbs over the band in the front of the panties and I just knew I'd be nice and wet for him. Finally he kind of bent me forward against the glass and slid the panties down and I heard him unzip his trousers and then his hands were covering my tits with the bra still on and I could see his reflection in the window in front of us and I wondered what it would be like if anyone on the campus could see up there and what he was about to do to me.

I thought then that I should turn and kneel and suck him off the way I had planned but then realized that would be pretty unfeminine to make my needs come before his and I almost laughed out loud realizing that the treatment from John and Janice and the GT pills were really working and making me so much more mature and loving and I could see his reflection crouching to get him lined up with me and then he entered me but it was probably only half of his penis and I was right that I was so nice and wet that it went in really nice even though it felt much fatter than the other cocks like Julian's and even Mr. W.'s that had been inside my little pussy. But then his hand went in my hair and grabbed it and he bent me more and my forehead was against the cool glass and I felt him fuck in me harder, probably all the way in I thought, cause it really did hurt although I tried hard not to show it, and he whispered in my ear even though there was no one else around to hear "fuck now Caitlyn" and I tried my best to tilt my pussy up higher and even got on tip-toes to make it better for him and he was pulling my hair hard lifting my face from the glass and really slamming the thick cock into my cunt and I just knew I was going to cum so hard for him but wanted to make sure he was completely satisfied with me before I did so I waited till he thrust in me 9 or 10 times and I could hear his breathing go all ragged even over the noises I was making from getting fucked and his fingers were on my nipples pinching and twisting them but in a very nice way and I just couldn't help it then I started moaning and cumming like a crazy slut and he fucked me hard all the way through it till it was over and then he fucked me some more and then he came in me with a roar and then he pulled his cock out and it felt like there was this big whoosh of air coming out of me and I was able to get off tippy-toes and I remember my legs were aching and my pussy was aching and I twirled and knelt and took the cock in my mouth to clean it up for us both. I remember how proud I felt that I knew to do that. Then I remembered Janice licking my pussy and how much righter this felt than that had.

It was only then that I realized how long and hard and thick he was and I remember thinking that it was a good thing I didn't know beforehand because I would have been too afraid to let him fuck me so that really worked out for the best. It was covered with frothy cum all the way from the fat purple head to his big black balls and that made it a little easier to get in my mouth but very very messy and I did my best to clean it all up and I think I did a pretty good job too.

Jevon stood me up and walked me over to the bed and undid the bra and then kind of nicely pushed me down on it on my back and then he stood above me from the side and let the cock slide in my mouth again and while I sucked he took his finger and ran it along my cunt getting more and more cum and then he'd take the fat cock out of my mouth and put his fingers in to get them cleaned and then go back to letting me suck. Back and forth and back and forth we went. It was so hot and so cool at the same time. And me! A real college girl having sex on campus for the very first time!

I thought like most guys that he'd have to take a break then to rest but he never did. He just kept alternating his cock and his fingers in my mouth and I felt like I'd swallowed about a gallon of cum, which by the way was pure white like whipped cream and tasted every bit as delicious so that was a relief. Then he left his cock in my mouth longer and I realized he was getting super hard again and his fingers left my cunt to play with my nipples and he climbed on the bed and straddled my chest to feed me his cock and I thought the sight of him like that might make me cum again and I was right cause I did. And he fed me the cock which even though I could only take maybe half cause I haven't really been trained for deep throat yet even though I practiced with both Mr. Blacky and Mr. Whitey I was doing a good enough job I think and happy to get to blow him for obvious reasons and after I finished cumming while I sucked I realized he was almost ready so I took my hands and cradled his balls while sucking as much as I could and then he was pulling out of me and aimed the cock right at me and came all over my face and tits, about seven creamy shots worth. He rested his balls on my chin and let the heavy wet cock drape over my face past my lips and nose and up to my forehead.

He made me stay like that for a while to watch the cum dripping from my face and boobs and it felt kind of nice in a way even though it can be sort of embarrassing for a girl it's also a nice feeling to have pleased your man so much that he came all over you. Then he told me it was time to clean it up again but this time he wanted me to scoop the cum from my face and tits and belly and - well it felt like it had gone everywhere on me! - such and then bring it up to swallow and only after I had done that till there were just sticky streaks left on me did he let me lean back over to suck his cock clean for the second time. He took a few more pictures on his phone while I cleaned us up.

And then oh my God but I still can't believe it but as I was sucking him clean he started on my little bald cunt again and next thing you know I'm not cumming but he's like gone rock hard for the 3rd time and I'm sucking and sucking and totally into it and not just sucking to clean but I think he's gonna cum again? And he just said 'straight down your throat this time girl' and began fucking my mouth from the side not too too bad but still kind of uncomfortable due to his girth and all and thank God it didn't last very long and he did cum right in my mouth and I'm like this is amazing but I can't say it to him because my mouth is still stuffed and then I cleaned it again with the little spermies all safe and sound and snug in my belly. Right where they belonged.

He got up and went in the bathroom and I could hear the shower start up but I just laid there still tasting him and still feeling him and still smelling his fragrance, the fragrance of all that cum and all that love making, while I lay in what seemed about 5 puddles of cum I hadn't even got to, on the sheets I mean. And I had this blissful probably kind of dopey lovey-dovey-girly feeling and I just loved it then and never wanted it to change ever. But of course at some point I had to get up from the bed and go back to the window not caring who might be looking up from the dorms across the way - probably no one since it was summer but I couldn't know for sure - and look out again over the campus while I had this feeling. A college girl! An absolutely and extremely and amazingly well fucked, well painted, well coated, well sperm-nourished college girl!

Then I saw that he was behind me covered just with a towel now and still kind of wet and I wanted to run to him and kneel and suck it again and again but of course I didn't do that a. cause it was up to him and b. cause I really didn't want him to know what a slut I felt like inside right then. A girl's got to keep her pride to some extent even when she's being as good as she can for her man. So I didn't but he stooped and picked up my panties by the window and with a smile said:

"We have this tradition at BTS" holding the panties by the waist band with just his thumbs and forefingers. "It's whenever a girl is fucked here for the very first time. We keep them. Keep the panties. Some girls want to leave their bras too, but that's up to them. The panties stay though, that's the tradition ever since I was in college here myself."

So I'm thinking like a. weird and b. that whatever he wanted right then was what I wanted too and c. while I might miss them (they were so cute!) it would be nice for my Mom cause I could tell her 'oh I got rid of them - you were right that they showed too much under a short skirt' which would make her happy. But the bra! I loved that bra and the way it made my little boobies feel.

"Do I have to? The bra I mean? Do you mind if I ..."

"Not at all. Like I said it's the girl's choice. Keep it if you like it."

So that was a relief even if it did make me feel pretty selfish. And then I got all nosey like girls do and I was like "What do you guys do with the panties? How many pair of them are there anyway?" and hoping that his answer was not going to be too awful right after we had been so close.

"Just kind of throw them in a drawer downstairs to tell you the truth. It's just knowing they're there and who we took them from. Might tag her name on them somewhere. Might show the other guys if you liked her."

"But...I hope you don't mind my asking...I know it's really none of my business... But how many pair do you have?"

"I think this will make 46 this year." He was smiling and happy.

I was stunned and hurt. "Forty-six! In one year? How could you..."

Well I didn't mean to sound like some little virgin deflowered (I read that in a book in high school) and it was not like "how could you, you monster!" but more like "how is this even possible?" He didn't get mad at me, which was sweet but just laughed and said "Not me. I mean not just me. I have 3 this year. Remember how there are 40 or so other guys who visit? Them too." So I felt a lot better and calmed down and it seemed kind of funny to us both that I had thought he'd fucked all 46 girls himself but I told him I do sometimes get emotional about things and he said he understood that girls can be like that. And even if I was his third girl that year that really wasn't so many and he was probably just helping the other 2 like he was me, getting them admitted to the U or something.

So he kept the panties and I kept the bra. He told me to get dressed and I did but still felt a little funny cause the skirt really is that short and now without the panties and with the fact that I was still pretty squishy down there I wondered if I should have asked if I could take a shower too but then it was too late because Jevon still wanted to show me around the dining room and ballroom so I'd feel more comfortable with my role on the next day. So we left - me squishy and all, we left.




Caitlyn's Treatment Ch. 08



As we walked out of the room I saw the panties lying on his bed and thought 'Oh well. Only one time with them, but I'd trade 100 pair of panties to have a time like that." And we were out.

So we toured the rooms downstairs, all very formal and elegant and rich seeming and masculine to the max, the kind of masculine feel that gives a girl these pleasant little shivers, like she's been looking into the private world of guys and it makes her so happy, but it didn't take long. Jevon showed me where the outfits for serving were and they looked cute or sexy-cute and he called them 'French maid' outfits and I just hoped he was right about getting me fit into one correctly so at least I'd look nice for the guys. And then he showed me these even tinier outfits that us girls were supposed to wear for the auction and I actually laughed out loud and then was afraid I'd hurt his feelings but I hadn't. Still I laughed because they were like these little super slutty tiny rag bottoms and tiny rag tops that would hardly cover anything and I was like (inside my head I mean) "can you guys really get away with this?" Then he told me that I could wear bra and panties over to the house on the next day but that I wouldn't have them on under either the French outfit or the slutty auction outfit. And he told me that the auction outfit was so little because the idea would be that us girls were kidnapped bounty from some raid on another village - you know the ones you read about where they always take the king's daughter and all the other good looking girls but leave the homely girls behind and then kill all the guys - and he admitted that that was kind of a corny thing but that's how somebody he wasn't sure who had planned the thing and it was all for a good cause for those kids in Africa and I shouldn't let the little things bother me. And after he explained it to me it did bother me less, a lot less, cause I could see how lame it was but that sometimes these lame things can earn lots of money for a good cause. So I apologized for laughing at the outfits and told him I'd do my best to make him happy and he smiled at me and said "Good girl."

After that we just got in his car and headed back. I was amazed to see that it was almost 7:15. We'd been gone about 3 hours and I remembered that John had told Jevon to be back by about 6:30. We were going to be an hour late and my Mom must have been with John now for over 2 hours. Which made me a bit nervous again. I checked my phone then but there were no messages from her. Just one from Mr. W. wondering if we could get together the next afternoon for an ice cream or something.

But it was too nice a night to worry about any of it. I didn't mind now how short the skirt was in his bucket seats, even though now there were no panties at all to block the view. And we laughed when I started finding dried blotches of cum on my thighs and even on my arms and he told me to wet a finger and just wipe up the sticky areas and then just keep licking the finger clean, which I did. And then he reached over and kind of twisted his hand backwards to put his long slender middle finger in my wet cunt again and let me suck it clean as we pulled up to a red light. And I asked him if my face was all right, by which I meant no big cum splotches left there cause I hadn't even washed my face after, and he laughed and said it looked fine and I hoped he wasn't just being polite about it.

At the light he must have hit some invisible button somewhere and John's voice came in over the speakers.

"Hey Jevon. You set with..."

Jevon clicked off speaker phone and picked up. I only heard one half of the conversation. It went like this:

"Yeah. Set here. In the car with Caitlyn and probably just about 10 minutes out. Damned traffic!...Yeah, fine...All set. Caitlyn knows her duties for tomorrow." He looked over and gave me a nice toothy smile - handsome! "How'd yours go?...Un-huh...Uh-huh...Good...Interesting...Both of them? ...And both ways?...Good. You too I suppose..." He gave a good laugh then. "No surprise there...OK, give me 10 and we'll meet you right in the parking lot." And he clicked off.

Jevon said "He was telling me about his niece's dance recital. He's almost late for it so we're going to meet him and your Mom outside his office."

"Oh." John's life seemed so busy I don't know how he had time for all the scientific stuff he did. He was soooo sweet to support his niece that way. But I was wondering about things and needed to ask more kind of nosey questions before I left Jevon.

"Uh...Jevon?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I ask? It's embarrassing but...You know. About your penis?"

He grinned. "Sure what about it sweetie?"

I loved that when he called me 'sweetie.' Like he was my boyfriend now which I know is totally wishful thinking but it felt like it for a minute.

"You know...in between. It sort of never went down. Like soft? It just...you know...kept getting harder and I thought all guys..."

"Well," and he smiled again at me, I could see it made him happy, "don't know about all guys. Mine works like that though. Could 'a done you twice more if we'd had the time."

And I got so dreamy sweet then. Felt sticky and happy and dreamy and proud that I could get him like that. (In the back of my mind I'm wondering how many times he did those other two girls, you know the two whose panties he'd taken before mine. But whatever. I wasn't going there.)

"And...oh...just one other thing." We were a block away from John's by now and I wanted to ask before I had to deal with whatever embarrassment my Mom was about to cause.

"The U? It's really happening? For real?"

"Definitely. What I'll do is I'll have one of the girls at the office. No, not BTS but the brokerage firm I run. That's my real job, not some grab-ass frat house manager." He laughed the big laugh again. "I'll have one of the girls print out the forms and even fill them out. We can get all your information from John's office I think - who is it, Kim? So we'll get them all set for your signature. Courier them over some time tomorrow. You sign. Your Dad slips in a big fat check for the first semester or whatever they need. She can take them right over to admissions to the guy who works for me there. Probably have your admissions package out to you by Weds or Thurs I would guess. That good enough?"

"Oh. Jevon. It's so wonderful I can't believe it. I don't know how to thank you."

"Well," he said, "we'll think of something." And we drove into the lot.

John did a quick introduction of Mom and Jevon when we got out, and said he had to run quick. As he was hugging me goodbye I whispered "Have fun at the recital" but I don't think he understood what I said cause he looked confused. Then Jevon shook both our hands and said that he too had meetings to run to. Mom and I were left alone at the door of her car.

As we got in to leave I know that I was kind of vibrating with the excitement of the day. Student at the U! And a new job, my first professional job ever. All in one afternoon! But more than that. I was still wearing parts of him, Jevon, on my body. I could feel the bra sticking to my tits in spots. I could feel sticky patches still on my belly. I could still taste him. I knew those spermies were inside me and I felt them being happy there. I almost forgot I had no panties on and had to sit carefully.

Mom snapped me out of it. "That Jevon is a handsome man, almost as handsome as John." I glanced over and saw her eyes were big with excitement too, that she had an eager smile on her lips. I wanted to agree with her but she got there first "And what..." then she rolled her eyes a little "exactly..." and broke into a bigger grin "...were you two..." now she looked right at me as the key turned "...kids up to..." and I could see the spaciness there like when Cin takes even one hit off a joint "...all this time?"

"Mom!" It was this kind of embarrassing question that I was afraid she'd been bothering John and Janice with. So I let her have it. "Mom! Behave! Jevon was just showing me around. You know ... the campus?" Which was sort of almost true. So I added "And he was a perfect gentleman" to let her know I meant it.

"Oh. Honey I didn't mean anything by it. Just wondering."

"Didn't John tell you?"

"Tell me what?" She was driving pretty slow in the traffic and I was glad cause she looked a little out of it.

"About the U? About me?"

"Oh. Yes. That you got a job. With Jevon. At some frat house..."

"Mom! It's not a frat house! It's the national headquarters of BTS."

"That's where the frat party was? God I remember them from my time at the U - so much fun!"

"Mom!"

"What'd I say now?"

"I didn't go to a frat party and I'm trying to tell you it's not a frat house. It's this professional place where these executives for BTS national meet. And I just, you know, toured the house. For my job. It's where I'll be working."

"Oh. I see" was all she said. Then it was like she was remembering something important from long ago. "You know John told me Jevon might have a job there for me too, at the frat house...sorry I meant the professional place thing. I'm not sure what it is and it wouldn't be right away but..."

"Mom!" Cause this was just ridiculous! I mean she's like 37 and how could she ever wear the French maid outfit never mind the little rags we girls would wear for the auction? No doubt she was just getting things all mixed up again, as usual for her. It almost made me laugh but I was too aggravated with her for that.

I had to change the subject "Didn't John tell you the bigger news? About me? Getting into the U?"

I could see her straining to remember that one. "Did he...well I guess so...yes I think he did say something about it."

"And that's your reaction? After all these months of you and Daddy bugging me about my future. Now I get accepted at the University and you just say 'I guess he did.'?"

Then I think she finally snapped out of it - at least a little. She turned to me again at the light and this time looked sincerely pained.

"Oh, honey! I'm so sorry. I don't know where my head is at these days. Of course it's wonderful and I'm very, very proud of you." She reached over and took my hand in hers and squeezed. "Your Dad is going to be thrilled when you tell him." And I softened because like I said she was sincere now.

"Thank you."

We went through the light in silence. I glanced over and could see the big spacey grin all over her face again. It had come back and Mom was thinking, always a scary situation.

"That John is amazing, so happy I met him finally. He knows so much - about women and medicine and what makes people happy. Janice and Kim too. That Janice is really smart too - like the Jewish girls were when I was at U."

"For one year." Which was me being a bitch putting her back in her place cause let's face it going for one year and leaving cause she got pregnant with me wasn't that big a deal. And in the old days back then even Dad says the U hardly ever rejected any applications - not like now. I was happy to have her confirm my thought that Janice did look pretty Jewish, not that I minded. Still, it was bitchy and I was kind of sorry I'd said it. But you know I don't think it even registered with her.

She went back to her spacy chatter as we came to the highway "That Kim is what your Uncle Frank would call a real piece of ass." And she spazzed out giggling.

"Mom!" I couldn't believe she would say that! I mean I understood what she meant but still she was my Mom and all. Uncle Frank is her younger brother, younger by a lot. He's actually only 2 years older than me. He's also kind of the renegade in the family. We all knew that he was an unbelievably horny devil who had dated like a billion girls. But he'd always been very proper and nice and funny with me.

Mom fought back this time. "Caitie stop getting mad at me. You know even your mother gets to say things like that every once in a while. I have feelings and ideas too you know. Wasn't it you who called me a prude this morning - about the panties?"

It made me feel pretty guilty when she mentioned the panties. I had to look down again to check that their absence was not obvious, but the car was dark and besides it didn't have those deep seats like Jevon's car had.

"OK. Sorry. It's just..."

I could see she wanted to change the subject now. She broke in on me "But I have good news too - it's not herideritcal. Is that the word?"

"Herid...what?"

"Those thingies - the T nodes in your boobs. I don't have them. So it's not herederitical or anything."

"Oh 'hereditary'. That's the word." Mom's terrible vocabulary aggravated me but then I had to struggle to remember exactly what John - or was it Janice? - had said about hereditary and T-nodes. "Oh yeah, John told me science people don't know, at least I'm pretty sure that's what he said." I paused. "But how could you know for sure you don't..." And it hit me finally. The image of John and then Janice examining her hit me like a ton of failed fellatri fellating fabulous fellows! 

"Mom!" I know it's the millionth time. But I really did "Mom!" her again. "They...they...like...examined you? For T-nodes?"

She seemed genuinely confused. "Isn't that why I had to go for an appointment? To see if I was the cause of the problem?"

"Oh. Yes. I mean maybe." I was still flabbergasted at the thought even after I figured it out. John and Janice would naturally want to add to the science by examining Mom to see if the T-nodes were hereditary in my case. They're very thorough in their research that way but you know I had never realized that's why they wanted her there. In a way it was a kind of relief, you know to realize that it wasn't just to ask her all these embarrassing questions about me but just to check her boobs. But in another way I was like 'Yewwwwww." Cause she's my Mom I mean.

"And they gave me some pills too - to help me."

"But you said you didn't ..."

"Oh. Not the GT stuff you have to take for them. No, some other thing. I can't remember the name. Something about blood flow. Will help with my pale complexion."

She glanced down at her purse on the center console and I realized that's where they would be. She didn't mind my opening it to look, I could tell. So I reached in and pulled out a sample size of something called 'Vagiwell-B'. And quick like I thought "Is that what Cindy's on? And will Mom become a lesbian too?" and then I remembered that Cin's was different, something like 'Vagislove' so I was relieved at least a little. But John had put her on this Vagiwell-B for her pale complexion? Why? I mean Mom definitely is fair skinned I suppose, and so am I. But why was that suddenly a problem?

"Mom you're not a patient now too?"

"Oh. No, not at all. Not really a 'patient' patient I mean. Not like forever or anything. Probably just one or two more visits - John said we'd play it by ear depending on if my condition improves."

"What condition?"

"I told you blood flow. Well some other things too, but they're ...well your mother deserves to have some privacy when she goes to a doctor or scientist and even Janice said that to me."

So that was that. We were pulling onto our street and went quiet. But we were both thinking a lot I can tell you that. I can also tell you that my number one image then, in what had been a day pretty full of interesting images, was the one of John standing behind Mom checking her tits for T-nodes. With Janice on deck. 

But that was just then, just at that moment. Cause number one doesn't have to remain number one forever, as I was soon to realize.

She parked the car in the driveway and I followed her up the path to the front door. Dad has it so well lit because he says it keeps the criminal element away. She tried the door but it was locked like I knew it would be. Then I saw something and ... I was confused for a second. She dropped the keys on the front stairs and bent to get them. I saw it again. She dropped the keys a 2nd time with an "Oh, damn!"and this time I got a really good view as her skirt tightened over her bum. When she stood backlit by the front door sconces I saw it all.

Her linen dress I told you about? Well it's really nice. Linen is this really dense fiber usually, like in the skirt I have which totally doesn't show anything, not even bikini lines. But Mom's must have been really thin. And with the light behind her I could see clearly now. She wasn't wearing any panties either.



Caitlyn's Treatment Ch. 09



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Caitlyn on the Block

"This young cunt..." Jevon put his hand atop my head then snaked a finger under my chin to raise it so they could all see my face. I know I was blushing but that might not have been bad – sometimes men like that. He paused to smile out at the crowd and laugh with them. 

He began again. "This young cunt...well, what can I tell you brothers? She really is a young cunt." He released my chin and let my face turn back towards the stage floor. "Turned 18 just 3 weeks ago."

This brought loud cheers and laughter and some hoots of "Go Big Blue!"

But please wait! Hold your horses! Cause I already know what you're thinking. You're thinking that I must have been ashamed, humiliated, embarrassed, hurt, angry, mortified and horribly, horribly scared. You're thinking this cause I was still a young girl, and being auctioned off and all for the very first time, and because of some of the bad language he was using.

But you're wrong. I wasn't, wasn't any of that. Because you may have forgotten that this was a. all for charity and b. what Jevon needed to say to get the guys going. And I mean really going; going like they wanted to spend a lot of money on just having some time with me. Me. Imagine! 

My biggest worry then was getting a good price for the BTS charity, not Jevon referring to me as "this cunt."

Beth had explained earlier that this sort of talk would be used with all the girls. So it wasn't like it was just specifically me. I mean not just me who was referred to as a "slut" or a "cunt." And Beth was really good at explaining how it was more a funny, jokey sort of talk the brothers used at these events, like goofing on things. Hence the crowd's laughter. Hence Jevon's laughing with them. 

The girls before me got the same treatment. They seemed to do OK with it, smiling and behaving correctly to get the brothers bids even higher. So why shouldn't I? I did want to behave correctly for Jevon. For John and Janice and even Kim too, who I figured would get the update. Wanted them to be so proud of me. But especially Jevon. 

I know it's stupid! I told you I was boy crazy. And since the day before when we kind of went up to his room in the house and kind of, you know, fooled around a little I couldn't get it out of my head that somehow I would be his girl – just his. 

And it's stupid cause a. I'm totally in love with Julian and b. I have to admit that I was also kind of totally in love with John and c. to be honest I realized it was hard to be "just his" when he was auctioning me off to a stranger. 

See? Stupid. I know. But girls have these feelings. 

I guess I was trying hard to be good for them all, but I was enjoying it too, which is you know part of being good. 

So, see? You were wrong. Now let me begin again, so long as you remember this time that I was fine, fine and happy. Cause it was really so amazing and exciting and I mean how many girls get to do this? But, like I said was just a tinge worried about what my price would be. 

OK? Got it?

"She really is a young cunt. Turned 18 just 3 weeks ago." Cheers, whistles and laughter. "Graduated high school week before that." Which, he had that wrong cause it was the week after, but I didn't think it mattered. Louder cheers. "Going to be a freshman at the U this September." 

Big, big cheers. Lots of "Big Blue" and "BTS" yelling and more whistling. It took Jevon a minute to calm them all down. 

"Says she likes...well what did she tell the girls today? Wait...I have it." 

He reached into his pocket and took out a crumpled piece of paper – I'd seen him do it with the other girls too. 

"She likes running and exercising...Good (cheers)....likes dancing...Keeps her in a nice shape boys (cheers and laughs), you can see that...and, oh, likes to write...write?...I dunno, well...stories I guess...who knows?...says it was her best subject in high school....good..." and he started laughing, but not you know at me, just cause of how cool this was, and repeated "...good... I guess." Laughter. 

"Brothers, looks like we scored some literary pussy here tonight" and the BTS fight song broke out to my left. He had said it as "lit-er-air-ee" which did make it funnier.

A brother shouted out "Wanna get my black dick inside chapter 3 of this slut."

Then another guy "Gonna deconstruct that white pussy of hers." Then Jevon got them settled down again.

I do admit it was a little disorienting to be there on stage under the lights, which were hotter than you would imagine, with the audience so close but in darkness, and all the cheering and singing from faces I couldn't see. Sometimes a little random beam of light seemed to scan the room and I could see Kayla and Kristen kneeling to perform fellatio on the BTS brothers who'd purchased them.

But being disoriented, at least if it's just a little disoriented, doesn't bother me too much. It's happened before, actually kind of a lot, and John's therapy had been good training on how to handle it. Plus I had some of the water just before going out. Then you just go with the flow I suppose, which is a pretty mature attitude for a girl my age even if I do say so myself.

Before Jevon could start up again a piercing voice shouted "Bang those sluts" cause it's BTS house – get it? - followed by more hoots and a little of the BTS fight song mixed with the Big Blue fight song. I was beginning to learn both since the guys had been singing them for the last 45 minutes at least. While the other girls were on I mean. 

Jevon raised his hand for quiet and it took a while but he finally got some. So I also admit that I was a little bit aggravated with the guys then for not following his orders better. 

"Lightly trained by a friend of ours. Very lightly. Used water I think. Slut had T-nodes in her tits ..."

I heard a worried cry of "Oh goodness!" and some more laughter.

"...but don't worry..." and I could hear him pause: beat, beat, beat "...they're all gone now." 

Big laughs and cheers even though I knew that "all gone" was an exaggeration. Which people in sales do sometimes. So it's not like a lie or anything. Still I was a little embarrassed that he had mentioned the T-nodes at all and thought it might be a turn off to the brothers, like I had defective tits.

A rough voice rumbled out "Tits? What tits?" and that got Jevon breaking up again. Smoke from cigars was swirling in the lights shining down on the stage and in our eyes.

Someone answered from the crowd "Girl forgot to bring her tits is all. She'll have to run back home and get them." 

General laughter. But I didn't let it bother me, I knew I had tits, and I liked my tits, and besides they didn't say it in a mean way at all. Still, if he hadn't mentioned the T-nodes then maybe... And even though that is a little disrespectful sounding I really don't mean it that way.

Jevon put his hand flat on top of my head again and went on "Small breasted, certainly. But ripe, succulent, firm young tits. And the freshest pussy you guys have seen since you were 15." Cheers and hoots. 

Someone shouted "Fresh water fish! Gonna gaff her up later. Do a catch and release on her." 

Someone else cried out "Fresh water literary pussy." Laughs. 

"Fresh white pussy, Jevon. We like the cute little white sluts." 

Jevon chimed in "She's fresh all right. So if you want to be part of her training up...well, gentlemen, get out your wallets, see if you're the brother who gets her into his boat..."

"Cunt have a name?" from the audience. 

Which I admit is a little bit rude even if it's meant in a nice way.

"She'll be whoever you want. But we call her Caitlyn. Or Caitie."

"Stand her up man. Give us a better look."

When I was first being shown I had to kneel the way Janice showed me the day before, bum on my heels, knees together, eyes down, back straight to pop the girls, hands palm down on my knees. Beth and Kayla had given me a little more training on it that afternoon and I was finding it not so hard now even if it still did cramp my legs a bit. 

Then Jack (he's Beth's husband and a pretty nice guy but sort of goofy) had been called out to tie my hands behind my back with this really pretty purple silk scarf they had for the girls. It somehow made it easier to maintain my best posture.

It almost made me laugh that I was nude with the hands tied behind me. 

All day long I'd been worried about how I'd look with the little rag top and bottom bikini we were given for the auction. I mean with no panties or bra it was pretty close to being nude already but it somehow seemed more humiliating. Which I guess was the idea because we were supposed to be like the defeated king's daughters and such and naturally the victors – they being the BTS brothers – would want to get some revenge on the king by parading his daughters on a coffle like they were captured booty. 

Not to mention killing him. The king I mean.

Anyway I worried about the bikini even though it was obviously in good fun and for a good cause.

And I worried about my nails. Which when you kneel like that with hands on your knees are visible to everyone. I knew I should have taken time that morning to get them perfect. (I was doing sky blue fingernails and toenails at that time.)

Anyway those had been 2 of my big worries first day on the job, the bikini and my nails. And we all did wear the rag bikini when they paraded the 5 of us on the coffle at the beginning of the auction. But that lasted like 2 minutes. Then they took us out one by one for the actual bidding. Kayla first, then her sister Kristen, then Maureen had gone and now me. They were saving Beth for last because she always brought the biggest price. 

And once they took out a single girl the very first thing Jevon did, even before introducing her, was to cut the bikini off to show her nude. He turned her this way and that way and then had her kneel. It was at that point Jack that came on –to some boos and laughter - and tied the girl's hands behind her back with the scarf. 

So no more worries about either the bikini or my nails now. Bikini gone, nails behind my back.

It was after this all happened that the girl knelt and Jevon began his introduction of her. Usually, like with me, the guys asked for her to be raised and turned again so they could get a better and final look at what they were bidding on.

So after the brothers asked for me to stand Jevon came to me and gripped both biceps to help me up from the kneeling position. His grip is so strong! But it somehow is pretty gentle and reassuring at the same time. He had to help cause it's awkward when your hands are tied behind your back.

I got a few more comments that made me blush. "Pretty shaved pussy" and "Tits aren't that bad" and "Nice pink nips."

"Turn her man."

Jevon stage whispered to me. "Turn now, slowly. Give them a show." He stopped me after I went half way, so they could see my ass better. Then he adjusted my hands and the scarf so they wouldn't block the view. 

I kind of wiggled my butt just a little like girls can do where you just kind of shoot one hip out a bit and then back quick and I think it makes your ass jiggle just a little even if there's really no fat there. From my running I mean. Dancing too. I wanted to show my appreciation for what they were doing, and not just for those orphans but for me and the other girls too. 

I mean I really did feel that way, appreciative. And it can be submissive without being slutty if you just work to make it cute and pretty and feminine. I think the guys understood that too cause then I heard more hoots, laughter, shouts and some BTS singing. And I could see that Jevon enjoyed it, which was nice and gave me confidence.

As he turned me he reached in his pocket and took out the panties I'd worn the day before, the panties he'd taken for BTS house after fucking me. It's one of their traditions. He held them up to the audience. "Taken just yesterday. Yours truly of course." 

Huge cheers. "Go Jevon. Bang the slut." 

Jevon threw them towards the crowd – my nice new panties! – and from the corner of my eye I saw a big black hand reach up and snatch them from the air.

A laughing voice shouted "Billy gonna wear them panties out tonight." 

Much laughter, and Jevon whispered to me "Don't worry. I'll make sure we get them back." Of course they would never have fit that guy to begin with.

Then "Bend her over dude."

I didn't wait. Spread my feet a little more and then bent at the waist and waited. Jevon stage whispered to me "More Caitlyn. Make that cunt pop." He held my shoulders lightly from the front to help with balance and I kept going till his hands had to stop me from falling. Then I wiggled my butt for them again.

"That, gentlemen, is the sight of fresh, white pussy. And, I might add, a pure virgin asshole. Something for your gaff, Billy." Laughter and cheers. Whistles. "Mouth and cunt certified. Pure white pussy."

I admit that I got a little nervous at the mention of me being a virgin and all in the back. Cause I'd had lovers before, especially Julian, but he just wasn't into that so I had never had to try it. And John and Janice had really only worked with me on my cocksucking phobia. They never even mentioned this other thing but I was afraid of it too. Even more afraid than I had been of blowjobs I think. 

So I really hoped this part was just joking, and figured it probably was since the other girls looked like they were just giving blowjobs. Plus Beth had told me that it was really up to the girl in the end, even mostly totally up to her, at least to a degree, to decide what she would do or not do for her new owner. So I was in control at least, which also gave me confidence.

Jevon raised me up by a hand on my tit, and then got me moving again. Back to the front. He stood behind me the way John does for an examination and covered my breasts with both hands. They just disappear when a man does that with me – so tiny. 

That light beam ran across the room and now I could see Kayla kneeling by her man wiping her chin and face with the back of her hand. The beam hit Kristen too, but her head was still bobbing up and down in her man's lap. Or maybe her 2nd guys lap since she and he sister both went on shares.

Then a huge roar, or huger roar I guess, erupted from the crowd and it confused me a little even though I thought it was pretty cool, like they were applauding for me. And it kept getting louder.

Jevon whispered "Look" and turned me so my backside was to the brothers again and I saw what they saw. Me. That is pictures of me projected on the wall behind us, high up on the back wall of the stage. 

They were the ones Jevon had taken the day before when, as I said, we kind of fooled around. And at first I thought they weren't too bad cause it was just me in my panties and bra parading and goofing around for him and dancing in front of that big window in his apartment and I thought I looked pretty cute in the pictures, especially my butt in those panties.

But it was a slide show and I do admit that it got more embarrassing as it went on because the next few pictures were of me lying on his bed naked with his cum oozing up out of my little pussy and then pics of his finger going in there and then in my mouth for me to well suck it clean.

After that there were some of me drenched in his cum from my navel up to my hair with lots and lots of it on my tits and then more pics but this time of me feeding myself semen from my face and tits and the crowd really was roaring and I was starting to shake and thought my legs might give out but Jevon still had me by the arms for support so I didn't. 

There were 3 shots of my fingers going in my mouth to clean his cum from my body. Then one more of his dick going back in my mouth.

He turned me back and I think the slide show was over cause there was still this excited hum of everyone talking, cheering and singing at the same time but it was starting to quiet back to normal, I mean what was normal before the slide show.

Then Jevon turned and said to the crowd "Thank you gents. How we got to 46 for the wall."

Cheers and singing. "BTS! BTS – on the wall! BTS – hoo, hoo, hoo." And, of course, "Bang the slut!"

So he really had got them going. Totally. Which, like I said, he really has to to get the bidding high for the charity. Even if when he said wall I think he meant some drawer somewhere where the panties were held after being tagged with the girl's name. He'd told me so the day before.

From the audience then "Fuck it guys. Let's bid the slut." And it began.

Caitlyn Prepares for her Big Day

I just this second realized that maybe I need to back up a little before I tell you about my auction. I mean I have this tendency to jump right in the middle of things and everyone is like "huh? I'm confused" which is really totally my own fault and even Mr. V., my creative writing teacher in high school, said that sometimes it can be OK to do that but not to overdo it and I guess he's right. So let me back up.

When I woke up that morning my first thought was not that I was going to be auctioned off to a black executive of the national headquarters of a frat, even though I admit that would probably be the first thought of any normal girl in my situation. No. My first thought was that it was my very first day in my very first professional job and that I wanted to look nice for it.

I knew Jevon had said not to worry about clothes or undies since he had outfits for all the girls to wear. But that didn't mean I couldn't wear something nice and I really wanted to because, well everyone knows that first impressions are important and I knew I'd be meeting a lot of people for the first time before the auction, even if it was just the other girls.

So the first thing I did was call Cindy to see if I could borrow her pale yellow dress, the one with the white piping at the bosom and the skinny alligator belt that goes perfect with my sandals. She always says yellow is my color and I'd worn it before and thought I looked nice in it. Cin and I can totally wear the same outfits even though her boobs are a lot bigger than mine – it's just getting the right bra underneath that matters. 

So I called her and think I even woke her up but she was really nice and sweet about it and said of course she could bring it over around noon and then we were hanging up and I heard this groggy female voice saying "Who is that?" but then the line went dead.

And then my second thought – I was still in bed at this point – was how Mom was not wearing panties when we got home the night before and what the heck was that all about? I had to admit to myself that John and Janice needed to check her boobs for T-nodes just to make sure that mine were not inherited from her. That made scientific sense. 

But the panties? I could even almost understand her taking them off because if Janice had done a full intake exam like she did with me there would of course be a digital exam of her insides, I mean her vagina. Which was medicine or science or whatever. But why would she not put them back on? I was certain that I'd worn panties home from my first exam, red ones which is unusual for me (and which somehow, don't ask me to explain, led to trouble with Kim.) But I had them on so why would Mom not wear hers home? 

I couldn't think of any scientific reason for it like I had that scientific reason for if they took off her bra to feel her tits for T-nodes. And I had this vague feeling like thinking about how Jevon had said over the phone "both of them?" and that he liked whatever John had said back. But that didn't make sense either because Jevon had told me that it was all about John's niece and some dance recital. And then I had this flash again that I told you about before where Mom is in college – at the U!, same as me – but in her dorm room giving head to some guy (it wasn't Dad) and she's wearing bright red panties for some reason I could never figure out. Now I was as mystified by her lack of panties as I had been before about her red panties. 




Caitlyn's Treatment Ch. 09



I just didn't know what was going on and I worried that Mom might be getting in over her head. Cause I love her to death! I really do, even if she is sometimes a pain.

Anyway, I still couldn't figure it out and it was only after all that that I realized "Hey! I'm going to be auctioned today!" and that I better get out of bed and get going to make sure I was ready. In my mind I'm like "Maybe get my nails done before I go?" I kind of forgot about Mom and her panties at that point.

When I showered and got downstairs Mom and Dad and my little sister Samantha were just finishing a late breakfast cause it was Saturday and I told Mom I just needed some toast and juice and an egg white omelet with tomato and spinach and some fresh fruit and maybe a protein shake and I'd be fine. They worry about me not eating enough but I didn't feel like a big breakfast anyhow. 

So Mom got up to make my breakfast and Dad went into how proud he was of me getting into the U and how he had gone there and how he'd met Mom there and how they were the greatest years of his life even though we'd totally covered all of that the night before. Right after Mom and I had showered from our day out.

And then my sister Sam said "Guess it can't be that hard to get accepted there" which I felt bad but she was kind of right about it in a way even though Dad and Mom both defended me on that one which was nice. But my sister is a little brainiac and knew that I hadn't really totally applied myself to learning in high school. So she just sat there with a little smile on her face while they lectured her. 

Then breakfast was on the table so I started eating and Mom, who did seem kind of spacey, said she had errands to do. What else was new? Probably just shopping for some new outfits. But Dad doesn't mind cause a. he's so nice and b. he's loaded. For real I think.

And Dad said he would be in his office working because he had to fly out in a few hours for some big meeting in Ohio. On a Saturday! 

Then Mom said could I watch my little sister in the pool for a few hours till she got back and kind of winked and whispered privately "I'll be home in plenty of time for you to get to ..." So I had to say "Yes" quick before she finished and ruined everything. By then breakfast was over. 

The doorbell rang and I answered it and it turned out to be this girl who looked just like the girl in Girl With the Dragon Tattoo, kind of all tough and dykey but still pretty cute, and she had the papers from the University to get me enrolled. And I'm like "Oh my God." I had totally forgotten with all the other things going on. 

But Dad came in and she got us to sign them in like 300 places or something and then Dad was like "Beth get my checkbook," so Mom went running and then when she got back he wrote it and handed it to the girl who put it in this leather bag she carried on her shoulder. 

I saw him write it out: $32,426. For the first semester. He never looked happier. Then the dykey (but kind of cute) girl was gone and we all celebrated again, which was actually getting a little bit old even if I was totally excited. Then Mom said she had to leave.

Sam and I got into our suits to go out to the pool. I picked a really modest one-piece where you can hardly see anything cause Daddy would still be around for a few hours. Plus my tan was already perfect mainly due to me sunbathing when I was boating with Mr. W. 

So Mom left and Dad went into his office and Sam and I went out to the pool.

I brought Janice's book on fellatio down with me cause I wasn't going in to swim. I brought another book too, something I was supposed to have read senior year about something 'also rises,' to hide the first book. In case Samantha got all nosey about what I was reading. I figured it would be good to review. The blowjob book I mean, not the other.

Before I knew it in walks Cin with the yellow dress and she looked sooooo pretty like she always does and looked really happy too. She was wearing these tight, super cute and pretty sexy white short-shorts and a little blue tee shirt with spaghetti straps that really showed off how nice her boobs are. I was so happy to see her again since it had been about 2 weeks. Still, it was a little awkward because she'd brought her lover or girlfriend or partner or whatever and we were meeting for the very first time. With brainiac Sam watching the 3 of us from the pool. 

Cin's girlfriend is Jill and she's pretty too I suppose. But she's not pretty like Cin is pretty. And she had this little sun dress on which I admit was cute but so sheer I could see she had no bra on, and even Cindy had hers on. And Cin's tits are much nicer. Which made me think of the 2 of them doing stuff, stuff like Jill bending Cin over the way I'd been bent over by Jevon. Awkward! But that was all in a flash while we were hugging and introducing and such. 

Then Dad came to the sliding doors with a cup of coffee in his hand, taking a break I suppose. He waved to Cin but didn't come out, and she waved back and called out "Hi. Mr. Desjardin!" He drinks too much coffee I think. I don't drink it at all because I think it's bad for a girl's skin, not so much at my age but later like when you're my Mom's age. 

Anyway it was awkward but Jill and I shook hands – which is weird if you think how she's a girl who is going down on my best friend, and probably vice versa too –and Cin gave me the dress which I hung right on the pole holding up the shade awning. 

Cin asked me what the big occasion was and I kind of didn't feel like discussing it then, what with Jill and Sam there. Plus Jevon had said something about things not working out with Cin before, and I didn't want her to feel bad that I got to go and she didn't. So I fibbed and told her it was a wedding like for my father's cousin's daughter or something, you know someone she would never figure out who I meant. Then Cin and I kissed cheeks and they said they had to go cause of some brunch they had with these other girls. 

Samantha went back to swimming but called out "Who was that chick?" meaning Jill of course, which I totally ignored. Then she surfaced and said "Is Cindy a lesbian now?" and I made a face at her and ignored that one too.

Then I was able to read just a little bit about how you should change speeds when you give a blowjob cause a man might get bored with your mouth if you always do the same stroke. I thought that might be important and wanted to underline it but I didn't have a pen or pencil. Then Dad came out with his bags and I hid the book quick. He kissed both of his girls on the cheek and was off in his car to the airport. Sam was in the water again and I was reading how you should keep eye contact to make sure you're satisfying your man. 

It seemed like no more than 10 minutes later that Mom came back carrying just this one tiny shopping bag. She looked a bit spacey again but maybe not much more than usual. It was hard to tell. And for a second there her panties problem came back to me. But not for long cause I wanted to go back upstairs to my room to lie down and think about getting ready. Cause it was around 1 by now and Jevon had said to be there no later than 3. 

Mom asked if I wanted a ride "to my new job" but I told her I had my car back now from yesterday, which she should have realized since she picked it up for me. 

Samantha said "What job?" and we both ignored that and I told Mom I'd be fine. 

Mom said not to worry about getting home that night but could I call so she'd know I was safe? She said John had told her I'd probably want to stay at Cin's since she lived closer to the 'the place where I was going to work.' Which was cool that she knew not to give the place away to the little prying ears in the pool. But I got confused because when exactly had John...?. Mom hadn't known about it in the car last night.

Sam interrupted (again) and said "Who is John?" but Mom and I both just looked over at her (again) and didn't say a word (again.) I'm pretty sure she's used to it. So then Sam said "And Cindy was just here with her new girlfriend. I bet she'll be sleeping with her because Cindy's a lesbian now."

Mom looked from her to the yellow dress and then back to her again and said "Now mind your manners" but you had to admit she was a smart little cookie to pick it up like that. Then we ignored her again and she shrugged and dove underwater.

I started to tell Mom I'd be home because of what Jevon had told me – but I didn't want to mention his name in front of Sam or even bring it up to Mom. Plus I realized it would be better to have some flexibility on the time. So I agreed that I would call her later when work ended. 

I went up to my room. Mom could take over watching Sam.



Caitlyn's Treatment Ch. 10



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Just Before the Auction

I got to BTS national house right before 3 just like I was supposed to and rang the bell. No one answered so I ended up going around back to this service entrance where the door was open. I went into a hallway where I ran into – almost literally ran into – a kind of old but not really old, like 30 maybe, not too bad looking, medium build but not very tall guy dressed very casually who was carrying these big heavy looking cases of bottles . He had short sandy hair and a kind of cute little crooked grin. A white guy, so I figured not one of the BTS execs (duh!)

Right away he was really friendly and put down the box to introduce himself and shake my hand. His name was Jack and he worked sometimes for BTS. He broke into a happy smile when I told him I was there as one of the girls working the event. I mean his face really lit up. Which was a nice welcome.

We chatted for maybe like 1 minute and he seemed really excited. I got the feeling that he wanted to stand there and flirt with me – girls can usually tell – but that he was nervous about it too. Like looking over his shoulder to make sure we were alone. Then he broke it off and told me I should go into the kitchen area at the end of the hall and find Beth, who he said was the lead girl for the event. I thought it was funny coincidence though cause 'Beth' is my Mom's name too. Then I thanked him and went inside. 

I could feel his eyes on my backside as I walked away; he was definitely that sort of guy, but then most other guys are too. I heard him say "Good luck Caitlyn, enjoy it" as I went through the door. Which was very nice of him.

I found Beth in the kitchen and introduced myself feeling kind of nervous, and not just because it was my first meeting with who it sounded like was maybe my boss, but for 2 other reasons. The first one was that I realized I had way overdone it in Cindy's yellow dress. Beth had on jeans and some old looking flannel shirt, a man's shirt. No makeup. Scruffy tennis sneakers. Hair all frizzy from humidity. I could see a bit of perspiration on her forehead. 

She didn't have to say that I was overdressed, I knew I was. So embarrassing after I'd made such a big deal in my head about looking nice for them. But men! That Jevon should have told me that the girls had work detail before the entertainment began. Sometimes men don't think things through the way we girls do. Which I mean no disrespect to Jevon.

But the second reason I got nervous was the real reason: she was the most gorgeous girl I'd never seen in my life. I mean absolutely stunning! I thought Cindy was beautiful, and that Janice was lovely and that Kim was like the top girl in maybe the universe. Until then I mean. Cause Beth was in some other universe compared with all of them and especially compared with me. 

No matter if she was dressed for housework and had frizzy hair, I could she was perfect. Perfect face, perfect body, perfect boobs (even covered up by a man's flannel shirt), perfect smile, perfect hair, perfect lips and nose and throat and – well perfect everything, at least everything I could see right then (lol and just kidding.) If she was an example of who I'd be working with then I'd have to get used to being the ugly girl. 

Not a nice feeling. It made me uncomfortable that she was so perfect, like when you first meet her it's overwhelming. It's too much.

But at least it didn't last long. She seemed super busy, cutting and arranging flowers, checking something in the oven and texting with someone all at the same time. It made me feel really silly to be standing there in my prissy little party dress, even though I do love it. But pretty soon she brought me into the dining room at BTS, which I'd seen the day before, and introduced me to the 3 other girls, Kayla, Kristen and Maureen.

And I got to feel a little better. All of them were dressed down too for work. I could see that Kayla was vacuuming while the other 2 set the table. But they were much more normal cute, pretty types like me I suppose which may sound more conceited than I actually mean. It was just nice to get a break from perfection and to be with my own people.

Kristen especially I thought was pretty – tall for a girl, long blonde hair, fair features and what looked like a nice figure. She was introduced as Kayla's sister, on a visit from Seattle where she was going into her junior year. Kayla was going to be a sophomore next year at the U – just 1 year ahead of me! – and was really cute although definitely not as pretty as her sister. And Maureen was, well I hate to put it this way, but at least I wouldn't be in last place in the looks department.

Still even Maureen was sort of pretty in her own way, kind of dark and short and pretty thin and wiry looking. But I could see that she had a nice figure cause she had those big boobs on a thin frame that men love. And her curly black hair was nice. But in terms of her face it was like when you hear someone say it was "more interesting than beautiful" (and I hope she never reads this.) It's maybe why she had her tongue pierced, you know to add something, and it was cute on her. But I'm trying to be honest. Maybe she was Greek? Like some of the girls in high school?

Beth had gone and found me some work clothes so I could help out, which was really sweet. Brought me some water too to keep me hydrated and it turned out it was the same kind that John always gave me. The jeans were a little big on me but had a belt and the old sweatshirt said BTS on the front and "Better Than Sugar" on the back. Pretty cool!

I changed in the bathroom and handed Cindy's dress and my bag over to Jack who had reappeared. I kept the panties and bra on cause it seemed like the other girls were wearing bras. I figured we'd change together later on.

They put me to work on vacuuming the front hall and a couple of side rooms off the dining hall and I tried to do a really good job. Then I dusted some and worked up a pretty good sweat due to the humidity. But it didn't take long and by around 4:15 Beth called me and Maureen into one of the private rooms for a talk. She said that all the new girls got "the talk" if they were "virgins."

That meant that we were doing an auction for the first time and she wanted to let us know what it would be like so we wouldn't be too nervous or freak out. Which she said did happen but hardly ever and not for a long time, not since Jevon had been in charge. Because he really knew how to select the right girls.

First she just asked us both some questions about what we liked to do and how we spent our time, like our hobbies I guess. So I told her about running and exercising and dancing, and Maureen told her she played the piano and liked to sketch things and was the girl singer in a rock band for a while. Maureen was going to be a sophomore at State next year studying art and music and I was going to be (as you know) a freshman at the U. I told Beth I didn't know what I would study so she asked me what subject I liked best in high school and I told her writing because Mr. V. our teacher had been so nice to all of us girls.

Then she went on to telling us about the auction and it was really helpful. Now that she wasn't so rushed I could see how sweet and caring Beth was. She told us about the French maid uniforms which I already knew about. And about the funny slave bikinis we would wear for the auction itself. About how the guys would be yelling and screaming and cracking jokes and singing BTS songs and would be using some rough language which we should ignore since it was for charity and really all in good fun to begin with. 

And that we shouldn't worry about what the other girls were doing or how they looked cause it totally wasn't a competition among us, that we should just focus on our men, making them happy. And not to worry about our auction prices especially cause we were virgins and Jevon would understand if we didn't raise a lot. 

And that we were totally free to decide what we would do or would not do once a guy won us in a bid, that we were totally free to say no or to walk out or leave or whatever because no girl should have to do things she wasn't comfortable with, which is exactly what Mrs. Randolph had taught us in Health in the 10th grade. 

Not that the guys would ask for much. If we wanted to do something for our guy that was a different story and she knew each and every one of them would appreciate it.

And how she's done this event like 4 times before and believe her it was a huge honor to be invited back. And that we would want to get invited back too once we saw how much fun our first time was. But just to remember that this was for a good charity and that the guys were really nice when you got to know them and some of them made for excellent connections and even references like later when we were trying to get a job. Like after college.

And to be appreciative of guys who would spend all this money on a good cause when really all we had to do is be with them and nice to them and such, maybe run to get them a drink sometime or whatever.

And especially not to worry about the rough language cause we weren't children and had all heard the words "cunt" and "slut" and "tits" and "cocksucker" before. And to remember that these were grown men who in addition to supporting the charity were blowing off steam from high powered jobs where they earned a lot cause they worked so hard for themselves and their family and their communities. And that we were 19 (Maureen) and 18 (me) and we weren't babies and we should just get over it. Which was a little unfair since it's not like we had complained about it or anything.

And then she told us it would be our obligation to be discreet after the event had ended because people's reputations were at stake and no one should be punished for trying to do a good thing like raise money for orphans. And that if we couldn't handle that then we needed to get out now and no one would ever think the worse of us cause all the BTS brothers were very understanding people.

She really emphasized it and looked at us carefully as she asked if we knew what she meant.

Maureen and I said we thought we did but that was just a way of saying it cause we both knew exactly what she meant: that we couldn't talk about the event afterwards. It was private.

Beth looked at us carefully again but in the end nodded "OK." And then she asked did we have any questions of our own but we didn't and she told us to have fun and to make the most of our opportunity. And that we should go to meet the other girls for dinner.

But Jack came in first and handed Beth a piece of paper, saying it was from Jevon. She read it and stopped me on my way out. Jack and Maureen were still beside us and listening as she said "Oh. Caitlyn. It's for you. From Jevon or, I guess, really from John. John Venruil? You know him right?"

My ears perked up. John? But I just said "Yes I do know him." Kind of neutral, trying to be professional and all.

"Well he sent a message that just says 'Good luck, have fun and make us all proud.' Nice of him. Oh wait, there's more. It says 'Whatever happens do not – it's underlined here – do not use T-nodes as an excuse. Just try your best. It's a great opportunity.' Then 'Love, John.'"

My head was buzzing, trying to process it.

Maureen was the one to ask "What are T-nodes?"

I could see that Beth was confused by that too, you could tell just the way she read the words. But all she said was "Shush now. That's their private business."

Maureen looked embarrassed because Beth had put her in her place. Even so she had the guts to say "I did think of one question" which I could never have in her situation. But at least it took the focus off the T-node issue.

"Of course." Beth smiled.

"Well. I'm just wondering. What about lez? Cause when I met with Jevon yesterday he said something about it and I just wondered..."

Beth interrupted before she could continue. "Oh, yes. Good question." She paused and searched out my eyes. 

Maureen had seemed pretty matter of fact in asking, like she just wanted to know so she'd be ready, but I think Beth could see that the subject made me a little anxious. I had to look away from her and took a quick sip of water.

She said "Oh that? Don't worry. It's like anything else, just up to you if you want to do certain things." 

Beth smiled then at both of us to let us know that that was the entire answer. Which was good by me. It's what I would have wanted her to say. Especially after I had felt so much shame over the incident the day before with Janice. It was up to me. Just like Mrs. Randolph said.

So then we started to leave but Beth said one more thing as we got to the door.

"Still, it's often a way to get really good tips. Some of the brothers love it."

And Maureen and I walked out. Jack grinning at us like a madman.

At dinner it was really nice to relax with just us girls. So far I hadn't seen Jevon or any of the BTS brothers, and even Jack was busy somewhere and left us alone. I think sometimes girls really actually enjoy themselves more when there are no men around cause we don't have to worry every second like how we look or if we are saying the right thing.

Beth turned out to be a total sweetheart, the kind of girl you can't really hate for being so delicious looking and perfect because she is so nice and puts you at your ease and tells you how pretty you are. And how she'd kill for nice full lips like mine (although hers are gorgeous too and usually everyone ends up complimenting my lips which are like my Mom's.) And she complimented all the other girls too in a really nice, genuine, sweet way. Beth was one of those girls so perfect you had no idea how old she was till it turned out she was she said "the old lady" of the group cause she was 23, which is cool because I think my boss, or any girl's boss, should be a little older at least. And if you just looked at her you might have guessed 20 like I had.

And Kayla was this pretty funny girl who cracked jokes all the time. She served us all some iced tea and little crackers which were delicious even if Beth made me finish all my water before I got any. I thought Kayla was pretty too, but kind of tall for a girl. She had dark brown hair and small boobs maybe about the size of mine. She called herself our "plain Jane" till Beth shushed her on that even though I could imagine it would be hard for her since she was going to be compared to her sister.

Her sister Kristen was the quiet one, although she seemed really nice and did loosen up after about 10 minutes. She wasn't as tall and had this beautiful long blonde hair below her shoulders and a really pretty face and looked curvy all over from what I could see. She told us she had experience with a black frat out at her school in Seattle. Which was why Jevon accepted her for the job even though they'd never met till the night before. Somehow Jevon had had the mistaken idea that Kristen was the younger sister and for some reason this cracked them both up and Beth had to tell them both to shush with the kind of look she had been giving me and Maureen earlier. Then the two sisters were pretty funny about how weird it would be to work together cause they never had before. Except when they were kids at some ice cream stand where they fought all the time. 

And I told them how Jevon had given me a tour of the house the day before, but I skipped the fooling around part cause I thought they might get jealous or think I had a big head about it. Beth kept giving me this really pretty smile of encouragement and it gave me confidence. Which is not my strongest suit, confidence I mean. And only Beth had ever actually been in the BTS national house before so I felt like that was pretty cool. Cause I had seen a lot of it with Jevon. And the other 3 girls asked lots of questions about what the rooms looked like that we would be in, which I did my best to answer accurately and Beth only had to correct me like twice.

And Maureen was funny too about some guy named Giamella who was her boss in her job outside of this one. How he was counting on her to make his business successful but that she doubted it would work. Only she said it in a pretty funny way even if you didn't really know what she was talking about. She seemed like a pretty humble girl. And Beth was so nice to her too and told her that she was lovely and would do just fine at our event, which maybe missed the point Maureen had been making about Giamella. So no one is actually perfect.

Between Maureen and Kayla we were all laughing our heads off for almost an hour and I felt like I already liked all of them. Then Jack came in and things turned a little weird.

Jack Becomes the Collector

Jack knocked twice really fast then came right in. He walked over to Beth and said "Jevon wants me to collect this time." He said it in kind of a proud, look-at-me way which seemed a little strange to me even if I usually try not to judge.

"What?" Beth went blank; she looked confused at what he'd said. 

"Collect. You know from the guys? The bids?"

"I know what collecting is. But Billy does that."

"Not this time, not according to Jevon. I just saw him out front He wants me to do it." Now you could really see how proud he felt to be able to say this in front of all of us girls. Seemed like he wanted to show off in front of us for some reason.

Beth seemed a little upset then. Both at him and what he had just said." But why? Why not Billy? Or at least why would it be you?"

Jack had a big grin on his face and looked somehow kind of shiny and kind of oily then. "Said Billy is sick of it. Needs to relax. Said you'd tell me what the game is. I mean how to do it right. What the rules are. It can't be that hard."

"Are you serious? You?" Which, Beth is lovely, but did seem a little mean. Especially since Jack, even if he did like to show off, seemed like a pretty nice, sweet, harmless guy who wanted to be helpful.

The 4 of us girls listened in, but then it was right in front of us and there was no way not to listen. I saw Kayla whisper to her sister who looked shocked. This was when Beth was busy questioning Jack. Then Kristen mouthed the words "her husband" to me and Maureen, and then we were shocked. I didn't know if I believed it but after about 2 seconds of watching them together I decided that I did believe it. And it turned out it was true. Beth was Jack's wife even if you could tell that she was totally the one in charge.

There was some more back and forth between them till finally Jack said "Listen. You're his girl. If you don't believe me then just go ask him. Told you he's around somewhere. He told me what to do and to get you to give me the instructions." 

Which took her edge off and I could see that she was calculating in her head whether to keep questioning him or do what we all now believed Jevon wanted. Also his words "his girl" were ringing in my head, the other girls' too I bet. Beth made up her mind.

"OK then" she said with a sigh of resignation "sit down and let me explain it and – Jack...." She glanced at us girls like trying to decide if she wanted to say this in front of us and then realized that yes she did. "Jack...If you fuck this up, and I mean fuck it up in any way, I mean fuck it up even a little, then you and I know Jevon is going to cut your nuts off. And I'll be the one behind him handing him the clippers. Got it?"

We were all shocked and sat there not knowing where to look. I don't really care for it when a girl curses cause it's not very feminine, but I guess Beth really needed to emphasize her point. Plus it was also not very feminine to be judgmental of Beth, who was my boss. So I tried not to think about it.

I could see that her words took Jack off his high horse and he started to look kind of worried then. But in the end what could either of them do if that's what Jevon had decided?




Caitlyn's Treatment Ch. 10



So finally he pulled up a chair between Beth and Kayla and they got down to it. The four of us didn't exactly know what to do what with some kind of marital dispute going on but it was too early for us to dress in the French maid outfits and we had nowhere else to go. Finally Kayla took charge of us and said we would order in some dinner, maybe just some salads or light sandwiches cause none of us was very hungry. Which is what we did while they talked things out.

It went like this:

Beth: "So there are 4 areas to be aware of. The basics of course are just that you collect from the winner bidder. Whatever the bid is. He gives you a check. No cash. Jevon won't accept cash. So you get a check sometime over the 3 days. Easy. Just you have to be discreet about it." 

She stopped and gave him a long stare. Something told me she wasn't confident of her husband's ability to be discreet.

"Be discreet. Don't approach the guy when he's busy with his girl, or he's with the guys or just taking time to himself. Find a good quiet time and just very respectfully say – now listen, cause I want you to say it just like this – 'Brother Jevon asked me to see if you could write that check now.' Except..." she paused for thought "...except maybe 'Brother' Jevon is not the right thing since its coming from you."

She thought about it again with these little crinkle lines between her eyebrows (which by the way are prefect.) It must have been pretty important to get it right.

"Maybe 'Mr.'...that's it 'Mr. Jevon' and add a 'Sir' somewhere like 'Sir. Mr. Jevon asked me to see if you could write that check now.' Yeah. That works. You got it?"

Jack: "Sir. Mr. Jevon asked me to see if you could write that check now. Easy."

She looked at him dubiously but decided to go on. 

Beth: "OK then. Just, for God's sake, be discreet. No jokes, no trying to be anyone's pal. No...no BS Jack. I mean it."

I was learning that the BTS brothers were very big on discretion, which totally made sense to me.

Jack: "I got it. Believe me. Now what are those 4 areas? That's what I think I need help with."

Beth: "Right then. It's pretty simple. There are shares, swaps, lends and tips. And really you only have 2 of those to worry about, swaps and lends."

"Tips are strictly between the brother and a girl. If he tips her she keeps the money and Jevon doesn't even need to know unless... Or what do you girls say we make things simpler and just pool all the tips? Like all the guys just give in to one big tip jar and we can split it up at the end?"

She had turned and addressed this to the four of us cause naturally it wasn't up to Jack. Kayla and Kristen immediately agreed and Maureen and I just went along and it was decided.

I sort of wanted to ask then "Why do the girls get tips?" Then I remembered what Beth had said earlier about lez. But I figured probably for other things too like just serving dinner or getting drinks. Not that I needed the money and I really didn't want to ask that much to begin with.

"OK, then. Better. And it will keep Jack out of any disputes around tips, which is to the good."

I think she meant again she didn't trust him that much.

Jack: "Got it. Don't need to do a thing on tips."

Beth: "Second item: Shares. Shares are easy for collection too cause it's really the same as any other winning bid. Just collect the amount from whichever brother gave out the bid, which you know you're going to be keeping track of for all 5 of us. But shares are when 2 guys join together to bid more on a girl than either would spend on his own. They share the cost and then they share the girl over the 3 days."

Jack got his shiny grin again.

Jack: "How does she get shared?"

Beth: "Pretty much however they decide and you're not involved with that." She looked at him hard. "Not involved with it in any way, so just leave it alone. You just collect whatever the bid is same as for any other girl."

Jack: "OK."

I think he got her message from her tone. But you know what really hit me then for the first time? Had people had been saying all along that this was 3 days? I thought maybe I had heard it before. But when? And where would we be staying? And I had just the one dress. Not to mention what Mom would have to say about it! Of course I couldn't say anything then, so I just got pretty nervous inside.

Beth: "And shares are really simple in our case because lots of time a girl doesn't get shares put on her. I mean the guys are not allowed to bid shares on every girl. And for us there are shares only on Kayla and Kristen, cause the sister thing is going to get the bidding going pretty high on them and this is a way to force it even higher."

"But for me, Maureen and Caitlyn, there are no shares allowed. Jevon decided last night. Maureen and Caitlyn because they're virgins..." She paused to look over at us and smiled and we both smiled back. "And me because..." she blushed a little "...well because I'm me and will get a good price without shares and that'll keep me fresh...or at least fresher." 

We all laughed although I was pretty unclear on what she meant.

Beth: "So shares and tips are really nothing much for you. What you have to worry about are swaps and lends."

"So first swaps: it's like 2 guys win bids on girls, or maybe more than 2 guys if the girl is under shares. Anyway the guys decide to swap girls for a certain amount of time – usually for a single night but it could be anything from an hour to all 3 days even though that doesn't really ever happen. So they swap."

"Just means he takes his girl and he..." and she crossed her arms pointing in the air to 2 fictitious brothers for the example "...takes his. Easy. And it's like shares because some girls can't be swapped. For us it's the same, only Kayla and Kristen have swaps on them. Me, Caitlyn and Maureen are out of swaps for the same reason we're out of shares. Virgins, at least the 2 of them are virgins." She smiled again at us.

Jack: "Ok, so Kayla and Kristen both shares and swaps. You and the 2 new girls, no."

I think he was regaining some confidence after being bitched out by his wife.

Beth: "Right. But for the sisters here's how swaps will work. Say they go on shares, which is what Jevon expects. Then each of the girls has 2 owners. So now there are 4 brothers altogether. Probably each of them wants some time with each of the girls. So he takes part of his share of the one and swaps it with one of the other guys for part of his share of the other sister. And when he does that each of them owes BTS 10% of the cost – the winning bid – on whatever new sister he's taking."

She paused before going on "Like say me and Jevon win Kayla for $30,000 and you and Maureen win Kristen for $25,000. Then I swap one night of Kayla to you for one with Kristen. I pay 10% of the Kristen price and you pay 10% of the Kayla price. That needs to be collected. Got it?"

Jack: "Aaaah. And how will I always know if ...."

Beth: "Oh please. It will be obvious to everyone. The guys don't exactly hide it cause they're proud to get the girl or they wouldn't do it in the first place. And of course we'll always be able to tell you – like if it happens in the middle of the night or something."

Jack: "OK I think." 

And she gave him the stare again at that. But then went on.

Beth: "It's really only complicated when you have a mix of shares and no-shares girls because when a no-shares girl gets swapped it costs 15% of her price not 10%. The brothers complain sometimes about it but that's been the rule so long as I've been around. Hell, Jevon says it's been the rule so long as he's been around and that's almost 20 years at this point."

"Plus, I forgot, there's a limit of 2 swaps per girl maximum, which is for our protection. Doesn't make much difference in a 3 day even cause there's not really time for more than 2, but in a week event it matters and needs to be monitored. Anyway, because our only swaps girls are both shares girls, meaning the lovely K sisters right here", and she smiled over at them, "there should be no problem. Just add 10% of the girl received to each guy's amount."

Jack: "Yes. I...well doesn't sound too complicated." 

But I couldn't tell if he really was confident or not.

Beth: "You sure? Wait and just come to me first if you get confused. Don't bother Jevon or the brothers unless you're 100% sure of what you're doing. OK?"

I could see that Jack wanted to stand up for himself and be the man of the family right then. I could also see that he was unsure enough of himself to nod weakly and agree to what Beth told him.

Beth: "OK then. That leaves lends. Not too hard. But say I win Kayla and you don't take any girl. Now you want some of her. That's a lend. If I agree to lend her to you then you then owe BTS 20% of her price. Could be a lend for a day, a week an hour or forever, they're all the same, 20%. Also the 2 swaps limit includes lends. Like a girl like Kayla could be swapped once and lent once, but that would be her 2. No more."

"I think what's really going to happen is that the sisters go on shares to 4 guys and then each guy does a swap of his part of his girl to each of the other 2 guys – the ones with the other sister. That's be 2 for each girl meaning that they would only be shared within the 4 brothers – no other brothers would get a shot cause the girl would be maxed out at 2. Four swaps at 10%. Right?"

Her math might have confused him again; I know it confused me. But he didn't let on if it did.

Jack: "OK."

Beth: "Jevon sets the limits on these and he can change them too, but hardly ever changes one after we've begun. So for us I have zero lends. No swaps, shares or lends on me. Whoever wins me is just stuck with me for the whole time."

"But Caitlyn and Maureen even though they have no swaps they do have 1 lend each. Could be to anyone whether he has his own girl or not. Usually the lends go to the guys without a girl of course, but could be to anyone. Anyone who wants to cough up the 20% that is. No exceptions."

Jack: "Got that too. Lends. Got it."

Beth: "OK then. That's it. You've got it all?"

Jack: "Think so." 

He wanted to seem confident in front of us.

Beth: "Good. Prove it. Say it back to me."

Jack: "OK." 

And he giggled, which was a little girlish of him I thought.

He looked down at his notes. He'd been scribbling into this little pad the whole time she spoke. We all thought he was going to choke. He hesitated. Tried to start but fumbled up his words. Hesitated again to look back at his notes. And then:

Jack: "You, my lovely wife, are the easiest. Collect the winning bid. No swaps, shares or lends"

"Then your 2 virgins, Maureen and Caitlyn, are next: no shares or swaps but they do get 1 lend apiece. Costs the guy 20% who gets the girl."

"Then the complicated one, for the sisters K. They might have shares on them but that part won't make any difference to me in what I collect. If they get swapped it can only be for each other cause none of the rest of you have swaps on. So they swap and I add..." 

He hesitated briefly and looked at his notes before he went on.

"... 10% of Kayla's price to the bill of whoever receives her. Same for Kristen. Plus they have lends on them, but only 2 even though the virgins have one. Or really I think swaps plus lends is a limit of 2 for them. Thing is the guy who takes any of you in a lend has to pay 20% of the girls price."

He paused again but you could see he thought he had nailed his dismount, as the girls on my high school gymnastics team always said. I was pretty impressed with him then.

"That it?"

Beth took her time doing it but finally broke into a big grin.

Beth: "Maybe you'll get to keep your nuts after all."

Jack: "Thank you sweetie." He was beaming.

Beth: "Yeah. Just make sure though that you remember all this once things get hectic. You know it's like the middle day and 5 brothers have you running errands for them, and you need to get all the liquor stocked, and Jevon needs some different cigars, and maybe one of us girls needs a new blush or lipstick, or even a whole new outfit like if our guy wants to take us clubbing. Or....well you get it."

And he looked a little less confident again.



Caitlyn's Treatment Ch. 11



The Auction

About the auction itself I'm not sure how much I'm supposed to tell because it's a private event for the BTS executives and this report is really mostly for John. You know as part of my therapy, the way I write things up after a visit. It helps track my progress, although it's also because I forget so much in between. So I'm not sure how much to say. 

I tried to ask Barney the day after the auction but said he didn't know. Later on after I got to know him better he said Jevon would want me to give enough detail that John could help him, help Jevon I mean, with girls in the future, but would also want me to make sure not to embarrass any of the brothers and that I should be discreet and to use my own judgment. And there was the word again, "discreet."

Which, even if using my own judgment is not exactly my strong suit, I'll try to do it the way I think Jevon would want. Then maybe I can ask Jevon to read it before John, to make sure I didn't make any mistakes in the discretion department. Here goes.

Dinner was no big deal for us girls. We all looked pretty cute in the French maid outfits and hardly had to do anything except carry a few plates to the brothers. That and make sure the liquor and wine bottles were replaced when they were close to empty. Or run to the bar for a drink if one of the brothers wanted something different. Pretty easy. 

For the most part the guys were just really nice and appreciative and supportive and funny and cool. Course it was different for me to be in what is called the "minority," like there were all these black men and just us 5 white girls and at first it was a weird feeling and I kept remembering how my Dad would say to be careful around them, meaning black people but especially black men I think, cause they were "different." But after a few minutes of serving I hardly noticed that. 

They didn't seem very different to me, just like the kind of executive guys Dad sometimes brought home from work to have dinner with us, white executives I mean. Except black. And like I said, they were really very appreciative of all of us girls and pretty cool too. And a number of them were quite handsome even if maybe not as handsome as you know who at the top of the table. So it turned out to be a pleasure to be a minority serving their needs.

Course that didn't mean they wouldn't make funny comments about your tits or pinch your ass or run a hand up under your skirt to cup your pussy. A lot of the guys were very manly in that way and I didn't think you could blame them cause I'm pretty sure it happens in every restaurant. So we were all fine even if the brothers did take some advantage of us the way guys often do.

After dinner and some more drinks Jevon announced that it was time to go into executive session and some of the brothers began to say their goodbyes and then make their way out of the hall. I felt a little bad for them that they didn't get to stay for any of the entertainment but I figured at least they got to be with their friends for a while and have a nice meal.

Beth called us all into the back room and had us take off the French maid outfits so Jack could send them out to the laundry. We didn't have a lot of time to get made up for the auction and she and Jack both had to tell us to hurry. Fortunately there was this one big shower room with 6 separate shower heads, which I was surprised that had a room like that in an old mansion like the BTS house. But it made things go pretty fast. 

The five of us were naked and in under the spray in like 2 ticks, all loofered and lathered with a strawberry scented body wash 2 ticks after that and then shampooed, also strawberry, in about 4 more ticks. Beth had already checked our legs and armpits and pubic thatches for any stubble at the inspection before dinner. Only me and Kayla were totally bare down there but all of us had made sure we were totally smooth everywhere before coming to work, cause we know how important that is. So that didn't take any time. And then we were rinsed clean in another tick.

The hurrying paid off then. Jack peeked in and told Beth we had about 4 minutes till we needed to get out - that Jevon was still making his remarks to the guys, so we still had plenty time for hair and makeup and outfits and such. So then we got to relax a bit under the hot spray.

You can see a lot in four minutes. And I have to admit I spent almost all of it on Beth. I think the other girls were doing it too, but I know I was. But I wasn't being like an obvious jerk or lezbo freak either, just letting the hot water run down all over me in this really nice way while I stood watching her primp a few more spots with the loofer.

If anything she seemed even more beautiful than she had before. I knew before that her face and long thick blonde hair were perfect but now I could really see all these amazing curves, and the beads of water running over the curves made them seem even yummier. Because her hips, her butt, her tummy, her nice long sexy legs, her slender feminine arms, her delicate neck and throat and her breasts were all soooo pretty. 

Beth has those nice full breasts, like a really full C cup or maybe even a D, which are big and seem big but not too big, not even a little too big, but just right. They curve so pretty underneath like if a guy was holding her breasts you could see how much he would enjoy it. Cause the heft and weight would make him know he had a real woman's tits in his hands. Then the curve kind of shoots straight up like it wants to lift her nipples into perfect position for him. And from the top there's this really nice soft slope from her chest down, along the topside of her tits I mean, which it has to then slope back up to meet where the nipples are and makes it look like the top is holding up all that weight of her boob. 

And everything just works together so nice. Plus her nipples are soft and pink and rubbery-delicate looking and point out and up just the way a girls should. Beth has the kind of tits you think would be too heavy to stand on their own and point up and all - but they do anyhow.

Her waist is about the size of mine even though I'm a much tinier girl all around. Then her hips flare out and it's so feminine but not girl-feminine but real woman-feminine. The delicate line from her back to her round ass to her slender thighs and nice long legs is so beautiful that I almost think she'd be as wonderful even without her boobs.

I tried not to stare or be rude but she didn't seem to notice or seem to mind since she's probably used to people going crazy over her body. 

She had a nice gap between her thighs below her privates which all girls really like - I have one too. And I could see the cutest little trimmed patch of light blonde pubic hair which blonde girls are lucky because they can get such soft fine hairs there even if it's probably not all of them. Like a fuzzy little halo around their vagina lips. Beth had it. Of course. 

Her patch was so cute it made me wonder if I had done the right thing in shaving my little thingy for Julian. Although John had told me he liked me shaved there too so I'm sure that's what is better on a girl like me.

Mom had told me once before when we were watching a movie at home that not every beautiful woman was as beautiful once her clothes came off, not if she didn't know how to use her body. And that some women became more beautiful in the nude. Beth was the kind of girl it would be impossible to say whether she was more beautiful naked or not naked - cause when you're perfect either way it doesn't make sense to wonder.

Seeing Beth nude also reminded me of Mr. Wannamaker who we had for art in grade 12. He showed us this pretty hot collection of nudes cause the artists back in the day were horny devils he said and I guessed that if one of them like that guy Courbet or the other guy Manet (although I might mean Monet I don't remember) had got to see Beth he would have wanted to paint her body and face from like a 1,000 different angles.

In four minutes you can see a lot, and I did. And the hot water felt so nice I thought I could stay there forever, especially if I got to look at Beth's face and body the whole time. But then Jack came back in and told us it was time to get out.

So I didn't get to look that much, maybe just a little, at the other girls. Their bodies were really nice too, and I think they are all so pretty. Kristen and Maureen really did have such nice boobs even if Kristen's fit nicer on her frame and Maureen was maybe a little too skinny. And Kayla didn't seem plain to me at all and I thought her pretty shaved pussy looked so awesome, and her ass is nice and round too. 

We began doing our hair and makeup and the girls all helped one another just like Jevon had told me. It was kind of sweet and so much fun when girls get to help each other that way. I thought we all had really nice hair which is so important too. Beth had the prettiest thick blonde hair half way down her back. Kristen was blonde too and her hair was even longer, like almost down to her butt. Kayla's was dark brown to below her shoulders and mine a more reddish brown that was pretty short compared to the other girls. Maureen had lots of black curls.

Then it was time to put on our slave bikinis. Course our panties and bras were gone before dinner but now the guys would basically be able to see everything cause they weren't really bikinis but just these old rags kind of half stitched together with lots of holes. Me and Maureen got just a tiny bit nervous since we were virgins but the other girls were so nice to us that it wasn't so bad. And if you tugged the bottoms just a little and walked a certain way the panties did sort of block the view of your pussy. 

Jack was in the room too to help with the outfits so he got to see us all nude. But he had already been able to check us out in the shower room so it didn't seem to matter much. You could tell he really liked it though, like most guys would I suppose. Beth said we should just ignore him, especially when he got a bit overexcited. 

I thought he was actually pretty helpful getting us fit in the bikinis right but he couldn't stop talking about which brother would take each of us, making these different guesses and then changing his mind about a second later. And especially who would get his Beth, which I got used to after a while even if it was pretty weird. Beth had to speak to him in her way and got him to concentrate in the end.

Jack brought out the coffle which is supposed to be like this heavy rope with iron rings to go around all of our necks, tying us together for the long march through the sands of the desert after our tribe was defeated by BTS. To control the girls and make sure none of us ran I think. But of course they just used this pretty feminine and actually kind of pretty blue satin ribbon (cause blue is our school color - yeah!) just looped lightly around our necks so you hardly even knew it was there.

While we were getting ready in this little room off the stage we could hear the guys settling in. Then the singing and shouts and laughter were getting louder so I knew we were close to the start. Some of the guys had really nice voices, but not all of them.

Beth checked us all one more time. Jack looped the coffle around our necks. She peeked out the curtains to get the signal from Jevon. And she said "Time girls! He's ready."

The next thing I knew we were marching out under those hot lights and I really was kind of nervous and disoriented. But I just had to keep my eyes down like they told me and looked at Kayla's butt the whole time cause she was the girl right in front of me. And the guys all hooted and hollered and started singing their songs and I heard a few rude comments but nothing very bad and they were doing the BTS cheers and started in with the slut banging stuff and we were fine. Just marched in a little tiny circle twice and then Jevon was on stage and faced us all out to the brothers for the first time. Even though we couldn't see them cause of the light in our eyes I was pretty sure they got a good look at what we would look like as captured slaves. For like 30 seconds was all. But long enough that it finally hit me and I was like "oh-my-god this is really happening."

After they displayed us we marched off to Jevon making some speech about us and how our tribe fought bravely but I wasn't really listening, no disrespect, cause I needed to concentrate on other things. Things were starting to go faster in my head, but Beth and Jack made sure I had the special water to help once we got off.

Kayla was sent out first and Jevon introduced her as a girl he'd been training for the last few months and how her owner Robert was unfortunately not present because he had some big conference in England and how she had done 2 of these events in the past at other BTS locations. And was great and all. While he was saying this he had her kneel and then cut her bikini off. 

When he raised her up to turn her he let it out that her sister was next up and the guys, I admit it, kind of went crazy then and demanded that Kristen be brought out too. Jevon resisted them cause the idea was one at a time but it went on so long he finally gave in and brought out Kristen. I could see it made Beth smile which I thought was a little unfair to Jevon even if he did screw up a bit.

He had both girls kneeling when he cut off Kristen's bra and panties, which weren't covering much anyway. Then he got both girls up to turn them and had them kiss, but just a little, and hold one another's breasts while the guys continued to go mental. He sent Kristen off again and she came to the side soooo excited by it all that you just had to be happy for her cause she looked so happy herself. And she really is very pretty.

Jevon announced that Kayla and Kristen were both going shares and swaps and the guy started haggling with each other about forming teams of 2 for the bids. We could see it all through these little cracks in the curtains where the lights didn't shine in our eyes like they had on stage. Jack watched too. 

Then the bidding started and was pretty intense even though you could see the guys were just in like friendly competition, and all shouting funny things at one another. And eventually they bid Kayla all the way up to $41,500 which was a totally amazing amount to me since she had called herself "plain Jane" and didn't have the big tits and all. But Beth said it was due to her training with Jevon and Robert and that the guys all knew she was well trained and obedient and a really nice girl. 

The winners were a brother from Los Angeles named Marvin and one from Louisiana named Paul. Beth was really excited then for Kayla and whispered to us all that her price was a new record for a first girl out. Then Kayla came off and we all kissed and hugged her, but not too much so we could all stay presentable, and Jack and Beth helped her with some little touches to her hair and makeup. After that Jack brought her out through a side exit to meet her owners.

Then it was Kristen and it went about the same, cause the brothers were totally whipped up about the sister thing, but she got a little less for the orphans, $37,000, because she was new there and no one knew what she could do whereas Jevon had been a personal reference for her sister. Still! $37,000! And I could tell Beth was relieved and happy because she had never even met Kristen before that day. We hugged her too and Beth and Jack got her all nice looking and he delivered her to 2 brothers, a Samuel from Baltimore and someone named Ray-Ton from New York City.

By now I was getting super nervous cause I was next after Maureen. I tried to stay hydrated and Beth kept whispering encouraging little things in my ear. To help me stay confident and calm, which it really did help. She did it for Maureen the whole time too. And I kept repeating to myself what John had said in his note - no excuses, especially no T-node excuses, and that I should make him proud. I was breathing deep and slow to try to control things but even so it was mostly a blur.

So Maureen went out and got the same treatment of being stripped and shown and Jevon was saying how he was giving this new dealer in town Giamella a try and that Maureen was his girl and he was very complimentary towards her tits and that she was a Croatian girl, certified 19 year old which I hadn't known her age, and that they, the Croatians I mean, are known as wonderfully talented cocksuckers. 

But the guys wanted to know if she had ever blown him, Jevon, and he had to say No, that she came to the event too late and that he had been so busy yesterday with everything else (smile!)And I thought she looked really cute naked, especially those nice big tits, but I could see her ass was pretty too. I guess I hadn't really noticed how nice she looked even in the shower, but I blame Beth for that (smile!)

The bidding stalled at $19,000 and I knew that Beth and Maureen would be disappointed, so I felt really bad for them, Maureen especially. Which actually made me calmer I think, just focusing on their problem for a few seconds rather than on my nerves. I gave her a nice hug and a kiss when she came off cause I knew she had done her best and that it really wasn't her fault. Her new owner was a brother named Wheat Thin from Colorado, which I'm hoping is just a nickname and not like what his parents picked for him. He looked pretty young though compared to some of the others which would probably be nice for Maureen.

And then Beth was gently pushing me through the door. About my time there I've mostly already told and all that remains now is to tell you that my bid turned out pretty good I think, but not really because of me but because Jevon did such a good job presenting me as this young white literary pussy that every guy should go crazy for and get me in a boat and etc. etc. 

I'd been so nervous about the bid but almost right away it got to $16,000 and then $19,000 and then $21,500 and it seemed like it was stuck there and Jevon was about to announce the sale when some other guy - I couldn't see him of course - shouted out $22.500 and then it went to $24,000 and $24,750 and my head was spinning then and finally it ended when that same guy went to $25,500 and that was it. 

A girl blushes for real when she hears that kind of thing. And when I got off stage I was kind of floating on air. Only Beth was left there, of the girls I mean, and she hugged me and told me how great I had done and that the slide show from Jevon was awesome, which was so sweet when I had thought she might be jealous, she being Jevon's girl and all. She knew the guy who won me and told me that he was a great owner and totally rich and super smart and I was like sooooo relieved. That he was nice. Then she had to hand me over to Jack cause she had to get ready herself even though I thought it would be impossible to make her any more pretty or any more desirable or sexy.

First thing Jack did was dry me off all over cause of those lights and the heat. Then he helped with a little makeup cause he said my owner liked red lipstick, which looked nice then even if it's not my usual color. He added a little rouge to my cheeks, perfumed my armpits and between my thighs, added just a very tiny amount of the rouge to my nipples, which was a first for me. I was able to brush my hair quick and gargle and then he got me moving out the back of the room.

On the way he told me that my guy's name was Brandon something-I-didn't-hear and that he was a professor at the U. He was the head of the Afro-Lit Dept., some kind of genius who'd been made a full professor in his 20's. That he was a longtime member of the BTS executive board. Plus that he came from a wealthy family. That he "was nice" but also that he "had high standards for girls" and "expected obedience." Jack repeated the obedience thing to make sure I really got it.




Caitlyn's Treatment Ch. 11



And I was really super nervous then for the first time wondering if I could handle it. So Jack had me drink more water, cause he said it would keep my mouth moist. Plus it really does help me calm down. And then Jack was saying "hurry now" cause I had to get to my new owner, this unknown Brother Brandon. But I think mostly cause he was dying to get back and watch the bidding for his wife.

Caitlyn Meets Brandon

Jack handed me over then and disappeared, discreetly, just the way Beth would have wanted. My owner was seated off stage front left in a big comfy looking chair and not too close to the other guys. Now that I didn't have the lights in my eyes I could see that the room looked pretty big for the number of brothers present and so they all seemed to have lots of space. Course some of them were up wandering around for better views or to visit and joke and sing with friends. Some were nearby watching me get introduced.

"And how are you my dear?"

"Fine. Thank you sir. And you?" Because it's important to be polite. Just like he had been. But I was glad I got the words out clean since I was so nervous.

'He' was a kind of slender, middle aged (maybe 40? maybe like my Dad's age?), dark chocolate black man dressed in a nice tweed jacket and (this always makes me want to laugh, but of course I didn't) a bowtie. Plaid. He had a dark goatee but even in the dark room I thought I could see a little white beginning to sprinkle on his head. He had nice eyes and a nice smile which he used on me then. Beautiful white teeth which I always think are as important for a man as it is for a girl. And I'm like, inside I mean, I'm not even enrolled yet and I'm meeting someone so intelligent and so important. Someone who wanted to pay $25,500 to be with me, almost as much as my Dad had paid for a full semester at the U!

"I'm well thank you. Especially now that you're here." I blushed at his compliment and he smiled the loveliest smile at me then. Made your heart melt, really it did. I could see how smart he was just by the way he looked at me and had to try hard not to feel or act as dumb as I actually might be. "Here, please kneel here beside me." So I did that. "Good girl. I'm Brandon McCullough by the way. Understand you're Caitlyn?"

"Yes sir." But I kind of stammered at that point.

"You may call me Brandon. I'm not much of one for the 'master' game."

"Yes...sir. Yes...Brandon."

"Are you surprised by my name?"

"Well...I think yes." He was being honest with me telling me not to call him "master" which I appreciated since it seemed a little corny now that the auction on me was over. "I didn't think that...well, I mean the name 'Brandon' is you know..." And then I was kind of afraid to finish the sentence.

"Wonderful lips and lipstick by the way. Open your mouth for me Caitlyn." I did and he ran his finger around my open lips and a little inside over the tongue but I didn't suck then because I didn't know for sure if I was supposed to. He didn't seem to mind though. "The lipstick shade compliments your complexion nicely." Which sounded pretty nice I thought and I relaxed a little. 

He went on "Didn't seem what? Black? Didn't seem African? Which, by the way, I am by birth. Namibia according to records."

"Well...I don't exactly know."

"It's OK Caitie. You can say it. White name on a black man. A split. I am one of those hopelessly split figures, split between white and black culture - or at least between American and African cultures. Part of my birthright I suppose. Adopted by Americans you see - the McCullough's of course. From an orphanage in Namibia. They named me Brandon. Never did know my African name and by the time I was old enough to consider changing it I didn't want to just because, well...because my colleagues, both black and white, seemed to expect it of me."

He paused and looked down at me but I don't think I was able to give him much of a reaction even if I thought that's what I was supposed to do.

"Never give in to what the bastards want. Right Caitie?"

I actually had no idea what he meant but said "Yes sir, I think..."

His fingers went to my hair and started twirling it lightly as he spoke. Gently, and I liked it.

He went on. "And not just the name. I mean not just the white name Brandon splits me. The entire thing splits me in half. I love Hemingway and Faulkner and jazz and the Ramones and Jay-Z but I also love Achebe and Fanon and Huchu and Baka music and dance and, oh so many things. Love American girls, those little white sluts who come to my lectures to be instructed by an African man. But I love the strong African women too. See? I'm hopeless." 

He paused again to let it sink in for me I guess, whatever 'it' was supposed to be. He was still winding and unwinding my hair on his long finger as I knelt there.

"Then there's what I hate about each. The greed and capitalism in America, the corrupt African governments. The squalor. I love both but I hate both too I guess. That's what I get for sticking with a name like Brandon McCullough." He laughed at his own joke and looked down at me.

I knew I should say something but nothing occurred to me that wouldn't make me sound like an idiot. I had heard of Hemingway in high school and figured that was my best bet but I had no idea what to say about him. In fact I wasn't even sure it was a guy, but probably if he was famous as a writer. Then I remembered that book earlier in the day by the pool, the one I brought down to hide the Janice book just in case, and it was called something 'also rises' and I was pretty sure that was that guy Hemingway who wrote it. But then I thought 'also rises' was kind of a funny title so I just sort of smiled instead of saying anything. 

Which was probably the right thing to do cause then he gave me the nicest smile back, released my hair, and said "Enough about me. Bore myself to death one of these days. Stand for me now Caitlyn and let me see what I purchased."

So I stood up before him and he let his hands roam a bit up and down my legs, but only the outsides, and then over my tummy and up between my breasts and he raised my chin and let his hands ride along my throat in a slow sensuous motion that almost got me shivering and then he went back down and this time examined my breasts and didn't seem too disappointed in them cause some guys actually prefer small tits and he might have been one of them and then back down and this time his hands went to the insides of my thighs and then I was ready for it and he penetrated me with a long slender finger and kept it in there a bit and when he took it out he raised it to his face and sucked his own finger clean of me.

I was totally shocked. I mean I never saw a man do that before.

Then he turned me and cupped my ass and spread the cheeks but only a little to let his finger ride over that place in there and then had me bend over just like I had for Jevon on stage. He penetrated me again, in the front part of course I mean, but quicker this time and then he turned me back and his hands were on my hips and he was looking me in the eye in a way that made me shiver cause he looked so hungry then like I knew he might devour me and then his hands went back to my tits and he looked at me again.

And said "Nice. Very nice."

So I thanked him of course cause he had been so wonderful already to purchase me for all that money in a good cause. And for him to approve like that, especially since I know the things he inspected (my tits for example) are far from perfect. Which was so nice of him.

With both hands on my tits he said "Looked like Jevon had quite a time with you. Fucked you really well."

I didn't know what to say. I mean if I had said Yes that I agreed it might be like I was saying he wouldn't fuck me as well. But if I disagreed then that would be so disrespectful to Jevon. So I just stood there.

"And I'm sure a young white slut like you just loved getting to drink down all that cum."

Once again I was at a loss for words. It was a little embarrassing the way he said it.

"We'll have to see if I can come up with something as impressive. As impressive as what Jevon did to you. Something for you to remember. Later on. Something for your scrapbook. Something...different."

He was still playing with my tits while he said this. And every once in a while he gave one of them a light slap, nothing hurtful or mean of course cause I don't think you get to be a professor at the U if you're like that, but just, I think, to see how smaller tits would shake when he did it.

"Would you like that Catie? Something different?"

His hands had dropped down then to cup my pussy and jiggle my clit a little. I couldn't go on not answering him forever so I just kind of nodded then, blushed and nodded and then looked down at his finger inside me. Which he liked.

"Good girl. We'll think on it, you and I. And I'm sure we'll find something suitable."

And I nodded again.

"And now you may suck my cock."

And even though I appreciated everything he had done for me I almost giggled then cause he said it like it was just up to him and I knew from Beth that it was totally up to me, or at least both of us together, if I wanted to or not. At least somewhat. But I wondered if he even knew it was up to the girl too.

Of course the other girls were doing it for their owners. 

Plus I wanted to please Jevon and John. 

And Brandon did seem really nice and really really intelligent. A professor at the U!

So I thought well that of course I'd do it because it really is a total honor if you think about it cause he's this super intelligent black man who is a writer and the head of the African literature department right here at the U and I started going inside like "Whoa, one day as a student and I already get to be with a famous professor?" which really would be a honor for any girl and that sealed it. 

Plus you could look at it one more way. It was the first thing he'd said where I actually knew what he was talking about.

As I shifted over to kneel between his legs I could see some of the other brothers looking on. They weren't too close or anything but I think they still probably got an eyeful as I unzipped him and pulled his nice slacks to his ankles. Followed by his (silk? nice!) boxers after which a very respectable black cock sprang out. And I mean no disrespect in calling it just "respectable" but I had to admit it was not like Jevon's had been or even John's not cause they were huge but still kind of bigger in that department than Brandon was. 

Anyone who tells you that all black guys have these super large dicks is lying cause like I said John's was bigger and thicker. Just not as big and thick as Jevon's (smile!)

Brandon's hand was on my head just lightly playing with my hair again and I started licking him thankful that I had reviewed some of the Janice book earlier and in my head I kept going "make love to it - worship his cock." And I knew I would or that at least I would try to give a totally loving and submissive blowjob. Even John says I'm a good worker that way. Trying hard I mean. With no excuses.

I had my eyes up to his which seemed right especially cause it was my first time blowing him and it's important to read his signals like if he wants something more or something different or just faster or slower or whatever. And I got off to a good start and totally blocked out the comments that were coming from some of those brothers who were watching.

But Brandon went on speaking to me even as I sucked down hard the first time. Kept his hand in my hair too while he did it.

"Know why I paid for you Caitie? You girls have any idea what motivates a man like me?"

I shook my head slightly back and forth because of course I didn't know but it was only slightly because you don't want to lose focus on the main thing right there at the beginning. So I just shook it slightly and kept going down. Besides I don't think he really would have wanted or expected an answer then. It was just him wanting to tell me why he had done it.

"First I think you're a very pretty girl. Very." And my head-head and his littler head were both swelling then. His got bigger than I had first thought it would. Very nice! And if he was trying to motivate me well, I shouldn't need the extra motivation but let's face it it's always nice when a girl hears how pretty she is in that situation, even Janice would agree with that. 

He went on. "Your lips are sexy too for a young girl. Real blowjob lips" which I'd heard before and it sounded nice. My Mom has the same lips too so I guess I get them from her.

"Good! Keep going." Because they were locked on in a hard suck about 2/3 the way down there and I was doing that thing from the book where you're blowing him but snaking your tongue out too to lap the underside at the same time. I could taste some of that pre-stuff begin to coat my tongue then. And he swelled some more. Wow. And I started thinking his cock was pretty awesome after all. 

"But of course I was also taken by the idea of you as - what did they call it? -'literary pussy' because of course those are 2 of my main interests in life." I had started sucking up and down pretty fast and letting the head of his dick spear my throat each time, and I was fondling his nutsack and flicking a finger underneath to find out if he was one of those guys that likes some stimulation there and I found out he was so I did that some more and started varying my mouth stroke just like I'm supposed to. 

"So were going to find out exactly how literary your mouth and cunt can be." Which I still wasn't sure what they meant by that.

I wasn't at all distracted from my mission even with the guys around saying stuff like "someone trained her" and someone else saying "Venruil I think - Jevon swears by him" even though this made me so happy - I mean that John got some of the credit he deserved from the guys because I know that if this had happened like even 2 weeks earlier when I basically knew nothing about fellatio and still had all of those stupid T-nodes well even 2 weeks earlier this would have been a disaster. So that made me even more motivated and I was really sucking him hard and fast and slow and wet and licking and using my lips and keeping his thing wet and letting it, as I already told you, hit my throat like every time and still playing with his balls and ...

But he wasn't done talking even though he'd taken a break there for a while. And I could see then that Kristen was there beside me with her master watching me suck Brandon's cock. He had a finger in her cunt; I could see it from the side, and thought how nice she looked like that. Owned and all. Her master was using his other hand to take some cell phone pictures of what I was doing for Brandon.

"But the biggest single reason? For taking you?" His voice and breathing had gone a little ragged which tells the girl she's doing at least a decent job, but he somehow sounded like he was lecturing too, or like he was used to talking through it. Maybe cause he's a professor I think.

And all of a sudden to surprise him, and it kind of surprised me too, I popped his cock out of my mouth and went in to suck his testicles. First one black ball in my mouth and sucking it medium hard and then softer and then harder and lapping at it inside my mouth with my wet tongue which was behaving nicely with lots of moisture and then the other ball and his dick was jerking around banging my nose and cheeks and eyes (which were closed for this part) and forehead and even my hair and I could hear Kristen's master saying "whoa!" which told me he liked it. I found out later that black guys often do like the view of their thick black cocks banging against a pretty white girls face cause of the contrast in color, and the submissiveness too I think.

I could tell Brandon liked it too but then he chucked my chin a little to tell me it was time to go back to sucking his dick which I did immediately even if part of me wanted to tease a bit then cause I knew that I really had him. And even if I did, and I did, he still wanted to finish his speech or whatever it was first. While I blew him.

"The biggest reason? Your ass. Virgin hole in an 18 year old white girl? Getting the chance to break you there." 

And I could hear the guys around us laughing and joking about it and Brandon took his time again before saying "So sweet" but by then I didn't know if he meant the blowjob or the idea of fucking me in the ass and I hoped it was the first one.

And I know you're thinking now that this would totally distract or upset me but you've gotta remember that the T-nodes were mostly gone and I was going to stay focused and stay good no matter what. No excuses! 

So it didn't, distract me I mean, and I kept up a nice wet sucking rhythm and looked right in his eyes which told me I was getting him so close and finally I went really deep and held him in my throat - or at least some of him, the head at least, was in my throat - and he tightened his grip on my hair to keep me like that and then he burst and I could feel it throbbing between my lips as he pumped that nice starchy taste all in me and right down that throat. And I really had got to him cause I tried to keep eye contact but his were up focused on the ceiling I think with his head thrown back and gasps and some moans even coming from him then. 

So there Janice. Four. A little late maybe but four. Cause if you count Mr. W. and then two for Jevon and then this one I had finally finished my homework assignment. And I'm not bragging if I say it was a good one. Not at all.

A few of the guys were clapping and joking around us, and some were getting a few more pictures of me, but I stayed down and on it to make sure it was right for Brandon and waited till his eyes told me to and even then I dragged my salty lips slowly back along the shaft to the head and was lapping it clean and he popped it out.

I knew I had done it but tried not to act too proud even though his dick was completely clean and when I wiped my lips with my hand, which if anything he liked too, I couldn't see or feel that any of his cum had escaped. Which was a first for me, unless maybe that one time with John when I thought I had done it but he disagreed (which probably meant I was wrong.)

And even then I was aware of what he had said about taking me in the ass and heard some of the guys laughing about it but I stayed focused while he recovered in case he wanted it again. But he didn't and directed me with his hands to kneel beside him again and the crowd of guys who had watched me blow him started moving away and I got to see how pretty Kristen's ass was as she followed her man.

My head was swirling, a little from pride and a little cause it can be hard work when you blow a guy that completely. Then I became aware that Beth was on stage. Jevon had already introduced her I guess and I was proud of the fact too that I'd missed his introduction of her and the noise from the crowd that must have generated because when I was able to look up she was already nude and bent over.

I admit that I might have lost a little concentration after that because I was basically done for now with my job. I barely made out what Jevon was saying about Beth. All I knew was that the guys were singing and joking and laughing and smoking those damned cigars (pardon me, but the smell gets in a girl's hair you know) and whistling and that Brandon was done with me for now but did keep a hand on my tit most of the time while I knelt beside him. 

So if my attention wandered a little it was probably OK, probably the right time for it. And so I did worry a little then about what he had said, about taking the virginity of my backside. Even though Cin says she enjoyed it with Roger, at least before she became a lesbian I mean. I was startling to get pretty nervous about it and wondered if he was going to do it to me right there in front of all the other guys which I think you'll agree would be pretty embarrassing for a girl.




Caitlyn's Treatment Ch. 11



And I guess I really did lose it a lot even if Brandon never seemed to notice or care now he was back with the other guys cheering and laughing. But the next thing I knew Jevon was on the stage by himself and Beth was walking past me with Jack, on her way I guessed to meet her master or whatever he would want to be called. I mean whoever had won the bid on her. . And I heard Brandon saying to another brother "A record?" and the other guy saying "Personal best, $52K, but there was a slut about 5 years back..."

But Beth never looked more beautiful that at that moment, not even when I almost went total lez on her in the shower. And Jack had this shiny excited glaze over his face, almost like a girl would get, almost like he was going to explode with excitement and pride and whatever. So that was nice for them both I think.

We sat there, or I guess knelt in my case, for about another 15 or 20 minutes with lots of guys stopping by to visit and Brandon walking around some without me to visit others. So I was just there quiet by myself and some guys came over to check me out and a few took like cell phone shots of me kneeling there but no one spoke to me cause maybe for all I knew it wasn't allowed since Brandon was my owner. Or they just didn't feel like it. And I could see Kristen, Kayla and even Maureen were the same, just kneeling beside their master's chairs. 

And I could see towards the back a bigger group of guys surrounding an area and figured that was where Beth was, maybe giving her owner a blowjob if that's what was expected of all of us and I thought I wouldn't mind seeing that myself but didn't mean it in a lez way at all but of course I couldn't just get up and go over like the brothers could.

And for a second there I forgot to worry about my backside virginity and became worried that Brandon would want to discuss literature with me later cause of his job and cause I was supposed to be this "literary pussy" and that definitely had me nervous and I wished I had some more water then. Plus the taste in my mouth. I'm not complaining at all but it wasn't as nice a taste as it had been the day before with Jevon.

Then the lights came on, which made my eyes water but not too bad, and Brandon told me to go and wait for him in the lobby while he said his goodbyes to some of his friends. I was a little disappointed that he didn't bring me to introduce me to them but then I thought it's not a bad thing if a man wants you all to himself. 

When I got to the lobby I saw Jack was already there and the other girls were too except for Beth probably cause she went last and he, Jack, took us into this side room to wait for her and for our owners. We could see through the half opened door that a lot of the guys were leaving then but that was just the ones who hadn't won a girl but even so they still were in great moods to be with their buddies still laughing and joking. 

Jack had some coats waiting for us girls since we would have to get in cabs to go back to whatever hotel our guy was staying at. They were more like just rain slickers and not too stylish but they did cover everything so I thought they would be fine. I figured Jack would probably send our clothes over later. 

It was so nice to get a break then, to be with the girls and be able to chat together about how each of us had done. Cause it was only like the most exciting night of my life - like the prom was supposed to have been even though in fact it had been a pretty big letdown. And a girl really wants girlfriends around at times like that even if I had only met them that afternoon we had all gone through this amazing thing together so they felt like girlfriends. And the girls all seemed happy, especially Kristen who looked so excited and bubbly and pretty then, like I hoped and thought I might look too. 

But then Kristen and her sister Kayla got taken out right away by the four guys who had won them. And Beth showed up looking like she'd just stepped out of a beauty day at a spa, all shiny-clean-pretty and she kissed me and Maureen right away looking so happy and she and I were starting to talk but then her guy came and took her out. 

She didn't even get a chance to say goodbye to Jack who was right there. His eyes were as big as the moon as they followed her out the door with her owner.

So it was just me and Maureen waiting and I asked her how it went and she said "Fine, I guess" which I'm not sure adding the "I guess" was respectful but maybe she was just being honest so I didn't judge her at all.



Caitlyn's Treatment Ch.12



That's when I remembered I had to call Mom and was so thankful then that John had told her to let me sleep over Cindy's. But I had promised Mom and thought I really better. So she wouldn't worry about me. Jack let me borrow his cell phone and I called her right there off the lobby with guys leaving all around and while it was ringing I saw Maureen going out with her guy, who didn't look bad to me, and then Mom picked up.

"Hello?" Which sounded funny compared to how she usually answered my calls but then I remembered it was a different phone and all so it was understandable.

"Mom. It's me."

"Caitie? Oh, honey. I've been thinking about you all day. How are you? Everything go OK?" Her voice sounded super excited which I definitely appreciated. Funny how you do need your Mom for those huge events in life. I loved her so much right then. Still I didn't want to give any of the private stuff away so I had to be a little more professional than I actually felt.

"Yes, of course. Fine."

"And the job...? Not too bad?"

"Oh, no. Went fine."

Then that didn't really seem to be enough for either her or me so I brightened my voice and added "I really, really liked it, really. It was amazing!" Which of course it was. And then I could hear her turning happy at the other end and I jumped back in to say "I just have a minute but wanted to tell...."

She cut in. "And Jevon? Did you get to spend time with him? Was it fun?"

"Jevon? Well a bit I guess, but not really too much. I was kind of busy and ..."

"But was it really fun? I'm so proud of you out there a working girl. I should say working woman and going to be a university student and I'm so glad you loved it. I just wish I had been allowed to..."

"Yeah, but listen Mom I only have a minute here and just wanted to tell you..."

"I'm so happy for you! Really. Wish you could tell me the whole thing now but I have company here so maybe tomorrow?"

We both paused. Now it was like she was rushing me. Weird.

"Company? I thought Dad was..."

"Oh. Yes. He's away. Just some of the girls. It's why I can't talk now. But I'm dying to hear it all."

"OK" cause I thought that was nice for her. She didn't get to visit very much with the other ladies she played golf and tennis with and sometimes went to lunch or shopping with. Like Mrs. Williamson, but I figured not her tonight since she'd just had a new baby. Maybe it was that nice Ellie Rogers. ".. But..." And of course she interrupted.

"You caught me out in the kitchen making more drinks. And it's..."

"Mom! If you'd let me get a word in I wanted to tell you I'm going to Cin's tonight."

"Of course. I know. John told me you would." Which I was confused about earlier. But no time for it now.

"Oh yeah. Right, but I said I'd call so this is it."

"Yes. I'm so glad you did. Like I said I haven't thought of another thing all day long. So long as you're safe and having a nice time."

"Yes, Mom."

"Are the guys all behaving themselves?"

"Mom! Of course they are but...."

"But what? Not getting too fresh with you girls I hope."

"MOM!" And I was pretty upset with her for asking that but it also made me think for a second. Then I realized that "fresh" was like what the senior boys would try to get off of you on a date when you were like a freshman in high school or something. And these were grown men. Executives. So it was way different.

Mom's voice changed again and she went on, "Still, so exciting! Remember I know what some of these frats are like cause I ..." and she was about to launch into another of her stories about when she was at the U so this time I just had to cut her off. Not to mention that she was confusing the national house with the frat house for like the 20th time. She can be difficult to talk to.

"Wait. Mom. Really. I'm fine. Trust me. It's just that I might stay over here, you know at Cin's, for like a few nights, not just this one."

"Caitlyn? Honey? I know. I just told you I know." 

She sounded a bit miffed like when Julian one time called her a "miffed milf" when she was being kind of a bitch to me. Even if she is my Mom. 

"I just told you that John explained it to me, explained the whole thing this morning when I went to get....er...well I'd left something at his office and had to you know....But he explained the whole thing. And then again like just an hour ago." 

Like she was a little exasperated with me. Like I couldn't follow her story. Now my head was buzzing.

"This morning? An hour ago? I thought..."

"Yes. Remember I went out?"

"Yeah but..."

"Yes. Then. And it was so thoughtful of him. He's such an amazing man! And so good looking. My God!" And she paused like she was trying to catch her breath. Then, "And I'm sure I would have worried so much if he hadn't explained about the charity and the other girls and all the BTS brothers all the rest of it."

Now I felt like my head was going to explode. I knew that a lot depended on what she meant by "all the rest of it." That covered a lot of ground, but I hoped not too much. I did have faith in John that he would totally respect my privacy. Cause it's a medical issue. But mostly I knew I really, really didn't want to get into it with her right then with Jack hanging around and probably listening to every word. So I just you know said "Oh. I thought he just ...you know... told you one night."

"Oh. No." Her tone brightened again cause she changes moods fast. "And it's so much more exciting. Three nights, I can't even imagine! You girls must all be out of your minds. He really did explain everything, which was good cause I knew how excited you were even if he told me not to discuss it with you till after so you could stay calm and all."

"Mom. I...." I realized I didn't know what to say but she interrupted again anyhow.

"Plus he just finished explaining it again for Janice and Kim and so I heard all about it a second time."

"MOM! John is there? Janice and Kim are there?" And maybe my head did explode then cause I definitely saw Jack looking over with interest.

"Oh, no honey. John left hours ago. I told you it was just the girls. He just had the one drink. While he explained to Janice and Kim, cause he said the team...you know...the thera...thera-something ....thera..."

"PEW-tic," Mom has this terrible vocabulary. I try to help cause words come pretty easy to me. Even if my head is exploding.

"What?" She sounded surprised.

"It's PEW-TIC."

"Tick? Oh Caitie, Be careful! Jenny Soames got Line Disease from a tick."

I saw that she had got herself all confused again and tried once more to help.

"No, not 'tick' like a bug. I was saying 'tic' like 't-i-c' 'tic' and you get Lyme..."

Now she was aggravated. "Limes? Caitie please stick to the point! I have plenty of limes. Janice has them with her Gin & Tonic so I stopped at the market on the way home to make sure. But are there ticks there around you?

I saw we were getting farther and farther away from real clarity. Maybe some people you cannot help this way. So I just said "No, Mom. No ticks here."

"Good then."

"All I was saying Mom is it's the therapeutic team. That's all I was saying."

"Of course it is. Exactly what I said to you. John and Janice and Kim. That he therapeutic team needed to know. So I said let's do it here cause I already had that salmon to grill and I had already asked the girls so I figured, why not? And John had his one drink while he explained it and then Kim knew so much too. Did you know she was at the auction last year?"

But I just couldn't handle going down the Kim path at that moment, even though I do love her. I just let it sink in that they were there together discussing me and BTS and the auction and God knows what all else. After Mom's no-panties incident the day before. After my own pretty big day. And now my ther-a-pew-tic team was at my home eating our salmon.

"I'm just glad your Dad is out of town for it. Makes it easier I think and, oh, I forgot to tell you but Sam went away with her girlfriend Jenny Wilkins, her family I mean, for three nights too! Up to Lake Watkins. So how lucky is that? She won't even know." 

Which I actually was pretty relieved to hear that they were both away. On the other hand without even Sam there to babysit Mom who knew what might happen. But I knew better than interrupt again and make things worse.

"And I'm dying to hear all about the hotel. Are you there yet?"

"No not yet. I...I mean we just finished up here and I ..."

"Not to mention the men. I bet they were so handsome at the dinner, Jevon especially! I knew you wouldn't get him, but then you did have yesterday afternoon with just the two of you and ..."

I could hear female laughter coming over the line from behind Mom and decided I better stop this thing cause I know Mom and knew that she might go on like this forever. Plus now I could see Brandon across the lobby waiting for me, which made me really nervous. The other guys were gone and all the other girls were gone too.

"Mom don't you have to go? Cause I think I do." 

"OK honey. I do. And I know you're busy too. At your age and already getting so much experience. You know, especially with men. Which is really going to help you when you next year – being experienced I mean."

"Mom. I gotta go now."

"But do you need anything at all? Cause I know you just have the one yellow dress from Cindy and I don't know what the other events are or if they have special outfits for you girls to wear. And I could run over to the hotel or to the campus if you need anything. Tomorrow I mean, cause I have the girls here tonight.

The way she said it put a scary thought in my head.

"Mom. They're not staying over are they? Janice and Kim?

"What? No, of course not. Janice said they were leaving after this one more drink cause they've been so busy with you and now me and getting you ready for BTS. So we're all bushed."

"OK, good."

"But it is an idea cause I have your bed and Sam's – that'd be perfect for Kim who is hardly any bigger. Imagine! She could almost be my daughter!"

"No, Mom. Please. Just let them go home."

"Yes. I think you're right. No sense overdoing things." Which I finally relaxed a little. "But you must need something? Panties? Bras? Skirts? Sandals? Makeup? Anything?"

"Mom! I've got everything already," which was a pretty big fib since I was standing there with only a rain slicker on. But I was really afraid then that she would show up no matter what I said. So I wanted to argue with her some more to try to make sure she wouldn't, even though I'm never very confident that will work with her.

But now Brandon looking my way and knew that he was my number one responsibility. No excuses.

So I just said "Mom. Trust me! Please? Gotta go. Love you." 

She jumped in again quick though. 

"Oh. I almost forgot. One more thing."

I was going to hang up anyway when I heard her say "From John." So I stayed on the line.

"What was it Mom?"

"Well like I said he was just here. And just before he left he said that if I talked to you tonight I should pass on a message."

"Yes?" My heart raced a little.

"He said the T-nodes. You know those things you had in your tits?"

And since when did she refer to them that way? But I let her go.

"He says to tell you they're just about gone, like gone completely almost, and that whatever problems they were causing, like for you and Julian, in the bedroom I mean," she stopped to giggle and said "course nowadays it could be anywhere, don't need a bed like we did when I was your age," and then regained her composure and went on "that they're not a problem anymore and just to remind you that you shouldn't – and we don't think you will but it's just a reminder – use them as an excuse, like if your man wants something special. OK?"

Well there wasn't much I could say to that. So I didn't, or just "OK." Still it was nice to know that John was thinking about me here.

Mom said she had to run then and love and have fun and ....

And finally I hung up. I gave the phone back to Jack who had been waiting nearby with his usual excited grin. Then I went over to Brandon to apologize. He brushed the whole thing off cause he's a gentleman and saw how embarrassed I was. Then he took my arm, and we went out to the cab. 

My head didn't explode. But it was close.

At The Hotel

The ride to the hotel was only like 10 minutes and we didn't even speak which was fine. At one point Brandon spread my knees under the rain slicker I wore and played with my pussy a little, so I was wondering if I was supposed to do something for him but when I looked he didn't make me so that was good too. It would have been too embarrassing because it was just a normal cab, not like a special car hired by BTS or anything. Guess he was just unwinding and wanted to touch me down there.

The hotel turned out to be the Ritz and it was like crazy gorgeous with all these rich people walking around in beautiful clothes even though it was midnight by then. I'd totally lost track of the hour till I saw the big clock in the lobby. And Brandon turned a little bit chatty then saying that all the guys were getting rooms here and that I'd see them and the other girls around. And as if to prove it Kayla walked in then with one of her 2 guys, I think it was the one named Paul, and Paul and Brandon were talking and Kayla and I were like laughing cause we looked so out of place in our rain gear. It hadn't rained in about a week.

Then Paul told Kayla they were going into the bar for a nightcap and Brandon decided to go too but told me to go up to his room and get myself cleaned up and ready for him and that he'd be back in an hour or so. So I didn't get to do that but since I'm 18 he probably just figured I couldn't have a drink anyway. Course Kayla was only 20 I think so I'm not sure why she got to go.

The room on the 21st floor opened right up with the electronic key Brandon had given me and I was way blown away by how beautiful a room can be. Cause when my family goes away we always stay at really nice places but not this nice. And the room was actually a suite with a huge bedroom and a sitting room and a TV room and this huge bathroom and I was most interested in that cause it had been a long day, a long, long day, and I was immediately like I'm going to take a bath in that huge tub and started filling it. I waited till there was enough water covering the floor of the tub and poured in some bubble bath cause I thought that it would smell nice, and it did. I sat on the toilet while it filled some more and must have peed like a gallon cause of all the water I'd been drinking, but of course I had needed lots that day.

Then cause the tub would still take a while to fill I walked around and looked at everything in the suite and it was all pretty nice, especially the big bed – which must have been king size I think – with these very nice pillows and nice warm looking comforter, and just looking at the bed made me realize how tired I was and if I hadn't already started the tub or if Brandon hadn't told me to get ready and then wait then I might have crawled in right away and gone to sleep for like 100 years. Instead I went and peeked in the closet where Brandon had a bunch of really nice suits and in his bureau drawers that we filled with beautifully pressed shirts and more of the silk underpants I'd seen on him earlier. But he also had what looked like athletic gear, some running shorts and shoes and some of those corny golfing pants guys wear and I noticed a bag of golf clubs over to the side of the bureau too. 

On top of the bureau were real silver and gold cuff links and tie pins and some other things. One was a pin that had the BTS symbol on it and I thought that it was really cool and wondered why he hadn't worn it to the auction that night. By then I realized I was being way too nosey like girls get sometimes and decided I better just sit on the bed to wait for the bath tub.

And it was this amazing coincidence because first thing I noticed, other than how soft and nice the bed was I mean, was that there were 3 books on his nightstand so naturally, even though I had promised myself I'd stop being nosey, I looked at them and the first two were by some guy named Fanon and I couldn't even understand the titles but the 3rd one underneath them was The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway and I was like "I cannot believe this." It had a nice black leather cover so even his books looked kind of rich. I wasn't sure it was a proper thing to do but I opened it up and I could see that it was pretty old and looked like it had been read, by Brandon obviously, a bunch of times before and it totally made me want to read it then. 

I only got up to page 5 before I had to go turn off the water in the tub but at least I felt like I had tried to be literary. I closed the book and put it back figuring I could read more once I got all nice and clean.

All this time of course I'd been walking around his room with the stupid rain slicker on and it felt so nice to take it off and hang it in the closet so he wouldn't think I was a slob which sometimes I can be and slide under the hot water. I'd done the temperature and the bubbles just right and as soon as I got in I realized that for all my looking around and being nosey what was really going on was in the back of my mind I was so worried about a bunch of things but like especially what he was planning to do to my backside and also especially what Mom really knew about today from John. And from Kim too. But also whether Brandon would question me about literature.

Then I wondered a little what Jevon was thinking about all this, Beth too. And John of course. Was I good enough? But the thing about a hot tub on certain nights is no sooner had I realized that I had all these worries than the water started washing them away cause it was so nice to just lay back and be totally relaxed and let the water go everywhere and even slide under and hold my breath and I ended up by being pretty happy in there. I'm sure I got bubbles covering my face and hair like when I was little and Mom would give me my bath. 

Then I realized I must be taking a long time even though I figured an hour wasn't up yet and knew Brandon wasn't back yet, so I started to scrub up good and scrubbed every part of my body clean and then I got up and toweled off at least a little while I let the tub drain and then I went into this hi-tech shower with glass walls which had like 10 different water nozzles and it was hard to figure them out but eventually I was able to take a really nice hot shower after the nice hot tub and washed my hair properly cause they had like 5 different shampoos even if they weren't my usual brand with one that smelled like apricots and I tried that cause it sounded sweet and fun and it turned out it was and I began to think I should switch to it permanently.

Then I toweled off again and found in a bathroom closet one of those big thick bathrobes and it was nice to have something on again that wasn't vinyl and I was able to find the hair dryer and made my hair nice but pretty quick cause I didn't want to get caught in there when he returned. They even had new toothbrushes – 4 of them wrapped up there so I didn't think it would be bad to take one – and even mouthwash that was nice. Everything I needed except my GT pills and my birth control and you know I might not have been surprised even to find them there. Plus it was fine to skip a day so long as I got back on the pills soon and wondered whether Jack would help me with that the following day.

I realized then how cool the room was from the air conditioner and that made it even nicer to be so warm and toasty in the bathrobe with my body all flushed red from the heat of the water. Then I decided I would read more of that book while I waited so I crawled into bed and kind of slid under the covers to get even warmer even though I really didn't need to then. And I got the book and I was reading I remember on page 8 when the words started looking funny and I realized I was falling off and then.....




Caitlyn's Treatment Ch.12



I woke with a start when he started jiggling my shoulder even though he had done it so soft and sweet. I jerked up to a sitting position and saw him then.

"Where am I?"

"The Ritz Carlton."

"Oh....I....yes...The Ritz...I..."

"Fell asleep?"

"Yes. I...well I'm sorry. I couldn't..."

"No need to apologize. Long day for you girls."

"Yes sir. Brandon. Yes it was. Thank you. What time is it?"

"About 2:30." So I had probably been asleep for more than an hour. I was still groggy of course but I did feel better than before I thought. "See you've been reading?"

"I...well..." and looked down on my lap where the Hemingway novel had fallen, I guess when I jerked up like that. 

"Enjoying it?"

At least he wasn't mad or anything about me using his stuff which I know some guys totally are if you even use like the littlest thing they own. Julian got that way sometimes. But Brandon was so sweet.

"I do. I really like it" and would continue liking it if he would promise not to ask me to discuss it further. But of course I couldn't say that. 

Still I got lucky cause he just took it from my lap and returned it to the side table by the bed. As he did he said "Caitlyn, please stand for me now." And I realized it was a little disrespectful of me to lay there in his bed like I owned it with him just standing beside it. I jumped up quick and stood next to him and he put two fingers under my chin to raise it and he kissed me deep then and I could taste alcohol on his breath but it seemed nice and masculine and strong and I liked it.

He said "You may take off that robe now. You're not too chilly are you?"

"No sir. I was but now I'm..."

"Fine. Take it off and lie in the middle of the bed. On top of the comforter if you please. I'll be in the bathroom no more than 10 minutes. Please be ready." He kissed me deeply again and tweaked both my nipples and then moved away towards the bathroom. So I took off the robe and did as he had told me. Middle of the bed.

And now the air conditioner felt nice on my skin. It does after you get too warm like I had in my sleep. And I was really feeling too good right then, what with him being so sweet and all, so I didn't even worry about what he would do when he came back in. Which it seemed like happened in 2 minutes and somehow miraculously he had showered too in that time and had on a robe just like the one I'd just dropped to the floor.

I figured he would jump in the bed with me, or ask me to roll over then to expose my backside or something. But instead he just turned on some music, classical music I think but not too loud, and dimmed the lights a little and pulled a chair up right beside the bed. Then he told me to shift over towards his side till I was almost right at the edge. And then he stood and positioned me a little more so I was kind of laying diagonally my feet closer to the edge and he repositioned his chair so he was looking right up between my legs, right at my pussy.

"Now spread your legs wider. Just a bit. That's it."

And I'm like what? But of course I didn't say that.

He reached in and I thought he was going to touch me there but he didn't. He just adjusted my legs a bit more – so he could see better I think.

"Yes. A very pretty cunt indeed."

"Thank you." Cause he was being so nice.

"Do you know that when I first purchased you I wondered whether you wouldn't be better off with a little peach fuzz down there?"

"Yes sir." Cause of course I had been wondering that too after seeing Beth.

"But now? I think I'm coming around to Jevon's way of thinking – why he had you shave your cunt."

"Yes sir." Which of course it had been Julian, not Jevon, who made me do it. Still John had approved and now Brandon did too which made me feel good inside. 

"Now masturbate for me."

And he saw me react cause I really couldn't help it. All my worries had been about lez stuff and my virgin backside but I had never expected this.

"Masturbate for me Caitlyn. I want to see your pussy being worked. Want to see you cum."

"I..."

But he knew I was trying to make up some excuse and then for the first time he looked at me sternly and I recalled Jack saying he had high standards and expected obedience and I made up my mind that I would at least try. I mean I remembered too what John had written about no excuses, and that I owed Brandon for becoming my master by using all that money on me.

His face lightened when he saw my middle finger from my right hand, cause I'm right handed, snake down between my legs and along the slit of my pussy. I was breathing hard but not from masturbating just cause it was so strange. And I moved the finger up and down the slit but of course it really wasn't wet the way it gets like with a man.

"You can do better Caitlyn."

And I knew he was right so I tried really hard to concentrate then and thought I better think of something that would get me wet so it would be nice for him and the first thing that popped into my head was the night I masturbated lying next to Cindy in my bed the night of prom after she told me about being a lesbian or bisexual or whatever. I could see him watching me, not my cunt but my face and knew I had to try even more so I closed my eyes and started to picture it all again and into my head pops the conversation with John about how I was the generic girl in the fantasy that night when Cindy was going down on a girl and so I decided to go for it and really get into the image of her eating my pussy and it was working cause in about 2 tics I could feel some moisture down there. 

And my fingers went inside my pussy lips, not right into my cunt then but at least inside like I was rubbing the clit and she was definitely getting nice and wet and inside I was like "Oh! Cin!" and pretended I could feel her breasts on my legs while she was licking me there.

"Good." Cause he could see I was getting into it I think. And I did more and more and it was pretty hot by then and I was definitely enjoying it even if I was totally doing it just cause he'd told me to.

"Tell me now. Tell me what you are picturing."

And that of course was even more embarrassing but by then I was so into it and Cindy was licking my clit so nice and soft and sweet and I was definitely feeling lots of things not just moisture and I knew I would do what he wanted me to do.

"It's her...my girlfriend...Cindy. Eating. Eating my..." and I wasn't pausing from embarrassment anymore but because it seemed like I was too turned on to speak "eating my pussy."

"Oh. Lovely! And Cindy. Is she pretty?"

"Oh my God...yes."

"Raise your knees just a little. Hard to see inside you. Better. There."

And then I thought I really am going to be able to cum from this, and I was as amazed by that thought as by any thought I'd had all day. And my finger was circling the wet clit and I could feel her growing and getting all stiff and demanding like a little slut and Cindy was lapping up and down all along my cunt.

"Describe her. Describe Cindy."

"She's pretty....beautiful breasts and face...so pretty"

"And you two have..."

"No. Never."

"I see." He paused. "And are there others? Other girls? That you think of? When you do this?"

"I don't....don't really..." but just because he had said it I did and you know who it would be too I think. Not Beth, not yet. It was Kim who was eating me and in my head I was looking down between my thighs and I could see Kim's beautiful face like an angel and her blonde hair and pretty smile and her face was all covered with my juices and it was her licking my pussy. And I was so close then.

"You do. Tell me."

"Kim. This girl I know." But I was moaning too while I talked and it wasn't meant to be funny but it kind of sounded like I was sobbing like when Grandma Keaton passed away ad my voice got all strangled sounding the way a man's does when I blow him and I was even closer. "She works for this....man...who..."

"Aaaah. John's girl. Venruil. I know her too. In fact. Small world. She' been right where you are now." I think I heard his voice struggling then too just like mine was but it was hard to know anything in my condition.

And my mind went there to what he was saying about Kim having been right here and the dam broke and I was cumming like crazy and my eyes were still closed cause Kim was still eating me and I could hear him move then but barely noticed it cause what was happening down there was so nice and even if it is embarrassing for a girl to say I had probably never cum before the way I was now and suddenly I felt it splashing across my face and my eyes opened which is the opposite of what a girl usually does cause she knows it coming in advance but my eyes opened and his cock was in his hand and shooting cum at me while I panted like a bitch from the orgasm Kim was giving me. 

So we came together and I had to take my hand away from my pussy cause it was too much and his stuff landed all over my face and tits the same as Jevon's had the day before even if not quite as much and it fortunately missed my eyes and hardly any went in my mouth even though I think it was open from what was happening to me. What did land there I swallowed.

"Good girl." And then he did get in bed beside me and I was still panting like mad, wet and sticky and panting but he had got in the other side of the bed and got in behind me to spoon and I could feel his wet cock on my behind and his arm went around my waist and his hand went up to my tit and I was trapped there in all the fluid and it was like 2 minutes later he was asleep, snoring, but just a little, in my ear. So I slept like that, which wasn't so bad. 

And oh my God what a night. And oh my God John and Janice would go out of their minds when I told them this and I knew I would tell them because there really wasn't any way to deny what I was any more, just like John had said.

So I was drifting fast and of course thought the night was over and you might not even believe me but one more thing happened. I did fall asleep then but some time later he woke me again and this time told me to get on all fours in the middle of the bed so I did and then he had me bending into this slave position where the girl raises up her ass and pussy to give better access to a man and I was told to stretch out my arms in front which I did and it turned out he had handcuffs for me just like Julian sometimes did and cuffed me to the headboard. 

And I thought well this is it for my virgin ass but you know that's not what he did cause he just fucked me the usual way, in my pussy and it barely lasted like 2 minutes and he crashed down again asleep without another word. And I learned that a girl can even sleep like that on her belly with her arms extended cause they're cuffed to the headboard. It's not the best, but still not that horrible.



Caitlyn's Treatment Ch.13



The Next Morning

So the next morning I woke up feeling not that bad all things considered and I lay there for a bit with my eyes still closed listening for a sound but I couldn't hear any so I opened my eyes and saw that Brandon was gone. And I moved a little then to try to see the clock on the bedside table and had to laugh cause my tits were kind of stuck to the sheets but of course they weren't really stuck-stuck. I couldn't see the clock that well cause it was turned mostly away from me and of course I couldn't move far to see it cause I was still cuffed to the bed. But it looked like it said 10:15 and I was wondering where Brandon was and if he would take the cuffs off me when he got back.

I could flip over on my back by crossing my arms above my head which felt good since my shoulders were kind of aching from being in that one position all night. But when I flipped I saw that there was an envelope on the pillow beside me that said 'Caitlyn' on the front.

I had to kind of shift around to get to it which wasn't too hard but once I got it I realized it would be difficult for me to open. In the end I had to grab it with my teeth and then get back up on my knees and move forward till I could pass it to my hands. I was able to rip the envelope open and got the letter with my teeth. Then I had to shift back down to drop it on the pillow.

Just when I got it in position there was a knock on the door.

"Housekeeping."

Which freaked me out because just imagine being found like that, in that position, cuffed and nude, by some nice foreign lady who just wants to make up the room and get out to do the next room. I was panicked and hoping she would just go away when I heard it again.

"Housekeeping" a little louder. And another knock. Two knocks this time.

So then I had to say something and it was kind of weak but all I could think of. "Can you? Do you mind if...if you don't mind coming back some time...some other time?"

And she was nice about it even though I'm sure it's an inconvenience in a profession like hers.

"Of course, Ma'am."

And I really liked that, the Ma'am I mean, cause it was like I was just 18 and here's this professional woman treating me like a real adult.

"Thank you. Thank you so much. Could you...you know...maybe just like an hour or even 2 hours or something" which I felt was too much to ask but then I had to look objectively at my position and I didn't even know if 2 hours would be enough.

And she was sweet again. "Of course, Ma'am. Or if you prefer you could call when you are ready for me."

"Oh yes! Thank you so much. I will. I will definitely call the minute I am...able to."

"Thank you Ma'am" and she went away. Thank God. I think some of those women in those service professionals can be so nice like that - I really do.

So now I could look at the letter and it said:

Caitlyn, you behaved admirably last night and I have decided to give you some time to yourself this morning. Use it well. You may stay in the room or go for a walk or see one of the other girls if they are free too. I've gone golfing and will be back around 5 p.m. You do have an appointment at 2 and another at 3:30 so be sure to be back in the room by then. I left a key on the nightstand. Tonight we have dinner at BTS again and then you and I will get to know one another better.

This morning I was in a rush and realize that I left you in a somewhat unfortunate position. But take heart. There is a phone on the floor beside the bed which you should be able to reach. Just get that and press the call button and that man of Jevon's - the white man he uses - will answer. He is expecting your call and will be able to help. He will fill you in on the appointments.

Till then Mon Cherie,

Brandon

Well it was clear enough but I was pretty upset, and not only because I had no idea what a 'mon cherie' was. I mean I was in the center of the bed and couldn't even stretch far enough to see the floor on either side, never mind pick something up from the floor. Plus my hands right then Duh! couldn't exactly pick anything up to begin with. So what good did a phone there do me? And why would he leave the phone on the floor to begin with? And why spend all the time to write the note when he could have used it to, well you know, uncuff me? 

And then I realized that I was falling into the trap of being super critical with all these negative questions and even getting angry at him when if I knew what he was doing it probably made perfectly good sense like he was testing me for some reason, testing my ingenuity at least which was perfectly in his rights after spending all that money to help some orphans. Or maybe he just got confused like happens with me a lot, you never know. 

And then I got all positive to replace the negativity which if I do say so myself I'm pretty good at, which is why my Mom had always said I should go out for cheering even if I never did. And I decided it was ingenuity and that I had no excuses and didn't want any and was capable of figuring this out.

Which turned out though to be easier said than done.

I made a good start though by thinking it through and realizing that there was no way my arms or hands could get over to the side of the bed. So it was going to be my legs and feet. And I got back on my belly to untwist my arms and stretched as far along the headboard as I could till my hips were at the edge of the bed and I could drop my legs over and feel along the floor with my feet. So first I did one side of the bed, the side we used for me to masturbate the night before. Problem was my legs would only stretch so far and I couldn't feel anything like a phone on the floor but also couldn't be sure it wasn't just out of reach of my feet. So then I shifted back to the bed and went to the other side where I still couldn't feel anything. Then I was kind of stumped but decided I'd try it again starting again with the masturbation side and this time I focused on twisting enough and stretching enough that my feet could explore a little further under the frame of the bed than the first time and there it was. Right where he said it would be.

Now I had the problem of figuring out how to pick it up with my feet but first I had to get it closer to the top of the bed cause that was the only place where I could touch it with both feet at the same time. And that worked out because I found I could kind of scrunch my toes into a little claw and grab the phone and drag it along the floor. And I made sure to bring it out from under the bed cause I didn't want to lose it by accidentally kicking it further in. Which I'm happy I thought of cause I don't think every girl would have. 

So then it was right under my feet by the headboard and after that it was pretty easy to wedge it between both feet and slide my body back up till the phone got up high enough to drop it right on the edge of the mattress. Thank God it didn't bounce off to the floor again which I hadn't even thought of till it would have been too late. After that I just had to shift the phone deeper into the bed with my legs and then grab it under the sole of my foot and slide it up till it was first under my butt which I could slide it that way too and then finally flip over and use my knees to push it forward. Then I grabbed it with my mouth and knelt up and brought the phone to my hands. 

Ingenuity. Probably the way a professor like Brandon thinks about life in general and I was learning a good lesson in thinking things through and coming up with my own ideas which I admit had never been my strong suit.

But you know good lesson or not I started laughing then at the thought of someone watching a nude girl do all these gyrations and gymnastics and thought of all the weird positions my body had been displayed in over the last 10 minutes. And I could laugh cause of course there was no one there to actually see it. That wouldn't have been as funny.

I got confused but only for a second when I realized I had no idea what Jack's cell number was, or Beth's. Or Jevon's. Certainly not Brandon's. And I was almost at the point of calling John's office, a number I know by heart, and realizing that I'd probably get Kim whose idea of a solution might be for me to blow her boyfriend, which had actually happened before, the idea from her, not the actual blowjob, I mean. 

And that made me remember that Brandon had said she, Kim, had been right here before too, by which I doubt he meant this exact room but in the same general situation I had been in when he told me to masturbate and that made me wonder whether he'd made her do that too and that made me picture her pussy which I'd seen before and was so cute and believe it or not I could feel it, you know, down there from just the thought of her pussy and I almost took time out to masturbate but then realized that might be difficult without any hands to use. Not that I ever masturbated much in the past, I really didn't.

Stupid! I know. Cause then I remembered that the letter, which was still right there almost under me, had said just press the call button and he would be there, like it was pre-programmed. And of course that was true. Jack picked up on the third ring.

"Caitie?"

"Yes. Yes it's me."

"You ready?"

"Yes. Can you..."

"Be there in 10. I'm over at BTS and it will just be 10." And he clicked off.

So that problem was solved. And I was able then to lay back and relax and feel good about myself for once although I shouldn't say "for once" because even John says I'm much too critical of myself. So let's just say I could lay back and relax and feel good about me. Which was nice. And it wasn't long till I heard a knock on the door and was just about to say...

When I heard a voice, a gruff male voice this time, say "Housekeeping" but much louder than the nice woman had before.

But now I was ready and realized they just had a mix-up as often happens and was able to say "Oh...she was here before...and said I could call when I was ready."

But the gruff voice said "Ma'am this is housekeeping management and we have to come in" and I was like totally shocked. I thought I even heard a little laugh come from him and that got me so mad. How could he be like this when the other woman had been so nice and understanding and respectful? But before I could speak the voice said it again "Housekeeping management and we have to come in right now. There's been a complaint."

Now I the shock was turning into tears and I had to beg him "No, she said it was all right and...please" and I was wishing I had asked for her name which would have been more polite to begin with and if I had I could tell him now that he should call her to check that what I was saying was right.

"Ma'am please make yourself decent. I'm coming in." And I heard the door open and I was trying to curl up in a ball with my back against the headboard and my legs kind of tucked up underneath so he wouldn't see like everything when he came around the corner even though doing that totally exposed my tits.

And then I heard the door open and I couldn't see him at first from the bedroom and he was asking "You decent Ma'am?" Then he turned the corner and it was this big huge black guy saying "Housekeeping management and we have to...what the fuck?"

"Please!" Please what I didn't know and still don't - but please something.

"Lady, what the fuck? What happened here?" He rushed over above me to check the cuffs and even jiggle the short chain between them that connected me to the headboard but I knew he couldn't get me out without the key or tools or something. And I had to stretch my neck back to look up above to see him and man was he huge like huge all over and I'm not saying fat cause that's a hurtful term but really huge. 

I couldn't answer so he said "What kind of fuckin' nutjob did this to you?"

And then I was like "No...no! It's OK...It's really...I'm fine." I even tried smiling up at him to get him to understand.

"You been raped or something?" Which, you couldn't blame him for wondering once he saw what he saw.

But I was like "No, really...It's nothing...I'm OK."

He looked pretty skeptical and then he reached down to cup my breast and lifted it to see it better and said "OK my ass. Dried cum all over your tits. That's rape." Then he checked my other breast and said "Lots of DNA evidence here, don't wash these" and I was like, inside I mean, how am I going to wash my breasts right now?

I was blubbering pretty hard now feeling really nervous and really sorry for myself and said "No! No! I wasn't ...it wasn't...wasn't exactly like rape."

"What then? What was it exactly like? Did this to yourself?"

And you can see for yourself that it would be pretty hard to explain things in that situation. Where would you begin?

"No, but please...please...listen, please listen to me."

"I am lady. I am listening, but what the...? Let me call security...no let me call the police and security. It's my ass if I don't, so I'm going by the book here." I was so miserable and I think he could see it then. He said "Those fuckin' animals" with a disgusted shake of his head and looked down at me with real pity.

He had his cell phone out and was dialing and then I was crying super hard and begging him to stop but I heard him saying "Yeah. We got an emergency here in" he looked down at the key in his hand "in room 2103...yeah...the suite...yeah!...Looks like rape to me. ...Yeah, naked chained to the bed...Got dried patches of cum all over her... No, she says it wasn't but you know...covering up for him...Yeah, scared...Young girl too, white chick...Pull the room registration...yeah...I know...find out what bastard booked this room...get the police...bring them up here ASAP." And his cellphone snapped shut.

And the more I cried and begged the more he ignored me and then I heard the door opening again and I was like oh my God the police are here already? Which of course didn't make sense. And then ...

It was Jack. And I was never in my life so happy to see a friendly face and thought maybe now the guy would listen, cause he, Jack I mean, was a man.

"Oh. Jack. Oh my God Jack! You're just in time...make him understand...make him stop doing..."

"Stop who? Oh. You mean old Barney here?" He had this big shiny smile on his face looking down at me cause he didn't even understand that it was like a total emergency.

"Yes. Him. Make him...what?" Cause that was pretty confusing. "You...you know him?"

"Of course I know Barney. BTS brother since 2009."

"No! No! He works here. Housekeeping management and he...he thinks Brandon raped me and ..."

The big guy, Barney I guess, said "That the perp's name honey? Brandon?"

And I was like "Yes. I mean no. I mean..." cause I really didn't know what I was supposed to mean then.

Which made him roll his eyes and say "Which is it honey? Yes or no? Some rich white guy from down at the bar named Brandon, right? Probably out on the road with a fat expense account and thinks he can get away with anything. Has a fat wife and some stupid kids at home and sees some fine young pussy and then Wham! You never saw it coming I bet. Right? This Brandon, that's who did this to you?"

But there was so much wrong I couldn't begin to answer but then I finally said "But he's not white, he's black." Which I thought would make it better what with him being black himself.

And Barney rolled his eyes even more but it seemed like it made him angry at me too and said "Oh? So that's how we gonna to play this? Got a rape so it's gotta be a black dude, right? Like no white guy ever went crazy over pussy." And I was saying No, no, no but he wouldn't listen to me and said "Just fuck up the Negro's life cause some white douchebag can't keep his dick in his Hagaar slacks?" 

He turned to Jack, who now had his hand covering his mouth like a frightened girl, and said "She's either lying or maybe she's in shock. Or maybe he threatened her. Understandable I guess. Some asshole, whether black or white doesn't matter," and he paused to roll his eyes at me a third time "named Brandon and he's down in the bar with her and drops roofies in her drink and..."

And it was so out of control all I could do was look at Jack and say "Help me. Please Jack. Help me." And I was starting to be pretty angry with him cause he hadn't like said a word to defend me or to defend Brandon even though he had said this Barney was BTS himself and so you'd think he could have worked it out with him. With Barney I mean. 

Inside I'm like Beth threatened to help Jevon cut off his balls if he fucked up the collections. What would they do to him if he helped land Brandon in jail for rape?

So I'm looking up at Jack saying help and now his hand was down I can see he's laughing pretty hard but without much noise and I'm like ready to explode at him and...

And it finally hit me. I know I keep saying I'm stupid and I know I just said above that I shouldn't be self-critical but then who else falls for things like this? Anyone? Anyone in the whole world?

I shrieked "Jack! You bastard" and even though I said before I don't like girls to curse I do think I was in my rights on this one. Cause even if I'm the stupid one that was a pretty mean trick. And I could tell for sure now cause the black man, the one he called Barney, and he were high fiving and laughing and Jack was saying "You see the look on her face when..." and Barney was saying "Yeah, shoulda seen her 3 minutes before that."

And I was crying again really, really crying bad but also I have to admit feeling somewhat relieved that it was all a big joke and I wasn't about to get Brandon arrested for rape or something cause I cannot, literally cannot, imagine how much trouble I'd be in with John and Janice and Jevon too if I had screwed things up that bad.

And I was still crying of course but then the anger got to be more than the fright or the relief and I shrieked, which is totally not like me at all, "Jack. You are a rotten bastard! You scared me so bad you asshole!" and I did it in a way that at least got them to stop laughing at me and maybe then both of them started to look a little sorry for what they had done. I think.

And then I was like aware that I was still naked in front of the stranger Barney but then I also realized that if Jack had told the truth and he really was BTS that he might have seen me nude already last night at the auction. And of course Jack himself had seen plenty of me nude the night before even if I didn't have sticky cum blotches and cuffs on then.

So I stopped crying long enough to ask Barney "Is it true? Are you really BTS?"

"Yes ma'am" and I was still pretty angry but I admit that I liked it, being called ma'am, again just like I had before by the real housekeeping lady. Which made me cry a little bit less I think. That he at least could be nice like that.

"Of course he is. Was at BTS with me when the call came in so he was like what if we...and I said sure. But it was his idea." Jack could be a weasel like that; I was starting to learn more about him that way.

Barney was staring at me with the pity look again and I think with regret. I noticed then what beautiful eyes he had, big white eyes with rich dark brown pupils; eyes that looked like they felt bad but which were also somehow smiling down on me. Which, for some odd reason, got the tears going again.

"Excuse me ma'am but he's right. It was my idea and I should have known how stupid it was. Really stupid!" He paused and looked down at me and I thought his eyes were getting bigger just like he was going to cry then himself which got me to feel bad all over again - that he should be so sad now.

"I'm so sorry and I apologize if I frightened you, embarrassed you. Just got carried away there, but there's no excuse for it. Totally my fault."




Caitlyn's Treatment Ch.13



Then I was looking up at him and trying to smile to let him know I would accept such a nice apology since after all it would be the polite thing to do. And his big eyes! So nice!

"But after seeing you on stage last night I figured I wanted to get to know you and I worked it out with Brandon so I figured I was coming over to see you this afternoon anyway so why not..."

I was sniffling and trying to dry the tears on my face which I'm sure was a total mess from everything that had happened and I wanted to tell him that I did forgive him cause he was being so nice and honest and apologetic unlike Jack but then I remembered what the letter from Brandon had said about being back in the room by 2 o'clock.

"The afternoon? I don't think I...because I mean I already have appointment...an appointment at 2." Which I realized even as I said it that I had not acknowledged his apology or told him that I accepted it - even though I really did.

Jack came over with the key to the cuffs and finally released me and as he did he said "No you don't. Have a different appointment I mean. Barney here is your 2 o'clock. He's your lend."



Caitlyn's Treatment Ch.14



Making Up and a Lunch Date

Once my hands were freed I realized then that my arms had been killing me, from the position all this time, but that wasn't why I burst out sobbing again. Really hard again too and I thought Barney would think all I ever did was cry.

Now I'm sitting there with my tits out on display sobbing and trying to massage some blood flow back into my arms and finally the guys jumped in to help. Jack ran to the bathroom to get some tissues and a wet cloth for my face and Barney moved over behind me, turned me and started massaging my upper arms. 

And he did it really well too not too hard and not too soft but just right to get my muscles to relax and get the blood flowing and all and he was totally being a gentleman about it too just doing the work for my sake and never sneaking a hand around to my breasts, not even on the sides, or anything like that which a lot of guys would have done in his position. He took the wet cloth from Jack and gently wiped down my face and neck and the cold water on it felt good and Jack gave me the tissues for my eyes so Barney went back to the massage and you know in about 5 minutes I started feeling soooo much better.

Not like it had never happened but like it wasn't the worst thing in the world and how a girl of 18 can't be a baby about every little joke played on her. Cause I had to admit that I had played some jokes on people too like when I pinch Cin's thigh cause I know she's scared of it and it really gets to her but sometimes I threaten to do it anyway just like to have fun. Which might not be as mean as what they did but was definitely a dirty trick on someone I loved.

And Barney he was like huge as I told you earlier but when I turned around to look again saw how nice his whole face was, not just his eyes, and he had this really sincere and gentle smile or grin on his face and oh-my-God of course I forgave him. And then I became conscious of the fact that though my tits were out I had somehow scooched my bottom under the comforter while they were playing their little trick on me and I thought how that might be a little disrespectful towards Barney especially if he really was my lend cause that sort of made him my master or whatever you want to call it at least temporarily. Of course Jack was there too but he didn't matter. So I pulled the comforter down so he could see all of me and I felt a lot better, like myself again, for having done it.

Then Jack said "Yeah. I'm sorry too Caitie. We messed up there for sure" which was easy for him to say now that Barney had taken all the blame and I wondered if I would have the guts to tell Beth cause she would definitely have something to say knowing her. 

And I thought about how noble and sincere and sorry and gentlemanly Barney had been in comparison. He, Barney that is, went right in the bathroom himself, I mean rather than sending Jack, to get more cold water on the face cloth and came out and washed down my front and back I mean my tits and everything but in a totally non-sexual, very gentle and healing way like my Mom used to do for me when I was a kid and got the flu or something. I could see he was just trying to make me feel better by cleaning away all the little reminders of what I had been through, meaning no disrespect there to Brandon, cause it was his cum. And my heart melted for him cause I could see how bad he felt about the way things had gone.

So I said "Oh, Barney. I do accept...of course I accept your apology" which I do admit was intended in part to get at Jack but I could see he was already distracted looking at some of the nice things Brandon had on his bureau. So he didn't even care really. But Barney did and sat on the bed beside me and threw that big arm around me and I felt small but really protected then. And you know I said he wasn't fat really but if he was at all it was this really hard strong fat, not like flab, like he was heavy but in a totally cool manly way that a lot of girls are attracted to.

He said "I hope I haven't ruined things for us by getting off to such a bad start. I would never in a million years ..."

I had little tears in my eyes then but for him cause my angry scared tears were all gone and with the cold water on me I felt good enough that I just wanted both of us to be nice with each other.

He said "Let me make it up to you with a nice lunch downstairs. Take a long hot shower now and then we can go eat. You'll feel better then and maybe then we can get to know one another the right way, you know get off to a fresh start." 

I was reminded again of the letter cause Brandon too had said something about getting to know me better. Not to mention reminded that Jevon had advertised me to the BTS brothers as the "freshest pussy they seen since they were 15." But fresh everything sounded good to me right then.

At first I was like "Yes. I'd love that and I'm st..." I was going to say starving because I hadn't really had anything to eat since the day before at breakfast but then I didn't want to say that because men don't necessarily like it when a girl starts eating like a wild animal or something, it's so unfeminine, but also cause I realized I really couldn't go anywhere since I had nothing to wear unless I wanted to do lunch in an elegant restaurant wearing only a rain slicker.

"You're what?"

"Well I don't have anything, like nothing, like no clothes to wear" and he and I laughed cause girls always say this but it was never truer than in my case right now. "I mean nothing" knowing that he would understand.

So then Jack pops up. "Problem solved." He ran around the corner to the door of the suite, the one everyone had been knocking on all day, and came back with some dresses on hangers over one arm and a small suitcase on his other arm and said "Problem solved. Clothes from home."

"What? How on earth?" Cause I could already see that the dresses were mine

"Well I had like a million errands this morning for the guys like Beth said I would. But 5 errands at the top of the list came from Jevon that I should round up nice clothes for all 5 of the girls. For the dinner tonight. Beth was easy since she and I...well you know...and I know her taste and her man's tastes too" and that did make him blush so he hurried on to "at least pretty well. And I had the keys to Kayla's place which covered her and Kristen. So then it was just you and Maureen and she was the hard one and I actually had to end up going to some store Beth knew after Beth called in an order for clothing that would look good on Maureen."

"But for you Beth said just go to your house, your parents' house I mean, cause that guy John..." and it grated bad to hear him called "that guy" but "...that guy John somehow told your Mom you needed things and even sent that girl Kim...," ditto on the "that girl" but "...you know her right?, yeah sent Kim to help your Mom pick things out cause Kim is younger and has even been to auction before. So she would have a better idea of stuff you'd like."

"So I got there and they had like a dozen outfits and I was like 'Whoa!' so in the end they sent just 2 dresses for the dinner and some stuff that goes with them, to give you a choice, and then Kim said why not add in some summer dresses and skirts and sandals that Caitie likes, you know things that aren't too formal like the dresses for tonight, just in case, and so they did that too. And here it all is."

To say then that I was astonished would be an understatement of astonishing proportions as is often said. Fractured Fellatrix Felled by Friendly Fire. I loved them all so much then, Mom especially but of course John for having the idea and even Kim for helping and even Jack, which I did feel bad about being so angry with him before, but only a little bad. They were all so awesome.

And naked as I was I had jumped up long before Jack finished his little speech to grab the dresses, which were just perfect, and lay them on the clean comforter and then I opened the suitcase and I guess it really wasn't that small cause they had put everything in it and packed so nice and neat. My toiletries, my makeup bag, a little bag with some GT and birth control, 3 summery cotton dresses, 2 skirts with the right blouses, some shorts and tees and 3 pairs of sandals. Even 5 sets of panties and bras though that made me laugh cause around the brothers you never knew whether you could wear them. And I was beaming and cooing cause it was my own stuff and I could wear it out with Barney and had a dress for the night and it was perfect.

And you know it really does teach you a lesson in growing up. Just 24 hours ago I took all of these things for granted cause they were mine and right up in my closet and I could wear them whenever I wanted. And now a day later I swear I almost cried to see those things, some of the little skirts especially, as if they were treasures that I'd lost long ago. Weird. 

But like I said it made me think about what it means to really own things and, no disrespect to the brothers or the orphans, what it meant like not to own them or not to be able to get them when you want or actually even, when I thought about it, to be owned yourself so you never had your own things, but always needed someone's permission like they were doing you a favor. Which in a way was selfish cause I had to think of the orphans too and I bet they didn't own many nice things.

But Barney just smiled his smile at me which made me smile back and he said "See? You're all set. Now get your cute white ass into that shower." Ooh! In a nice way, Oooh!

And I was like a little girl so excited and I actually turned to run into the bathroom to get ready for him but he was quicker and came up behind me and swatted my rear end and even if it stung a little cause he probably doesn't even know his own strength he did it in such a nice way. So I just yipped a bit and kept running.

Fifteen minutes later, cause Barney had called into the shower that that was all I had, I was out again nice and shiny and hair done and even my face made up and I was standing with a pretty light blue skirt with some green in it and a little white top and I looked at Barney and he nodded and then I held up 2 pair of pretty sandals towards him and he really looked hard instead of being all manly like "guys don't care" and then nodded towards the Genevieve leathers in my left hand and I took out this panty and bra set, white also but with this faint floral design and so soft and feminine and kind of flattering to my figure, and kind of sheepishly looked again at Barney afraid of what he might say but he was so nice and smiled and nodded again and I was like so happy then. 

See? Getting permission wasn't so bad. At least with the right man it wasn't.

So my 2 p.m. appointment started at 11:45 a.m. as we rode down the elevator to the lobby.

As we did Jack said "Geez. Can't join you now." 

Which I admit I got a little snooty inside and said to myself "Don't remember anyone inviting you either." 

"Way too many errands to finish up. But I can...you know, get back in an hour or so when you're done with lunch, like if you need any help at all afterwards Barney."

Barney just said "Think we'll be all set then Jack."

"Right. Of course." He waited about 5 seconds before he said "But maybe pictures? Or even video? Or maybe just tidy up some for Brandon, you know before he gets back, either after or even while you..." and trailed off.

Barney smiled at him. "All set."

"Right. Just thought I should ask." And 5 second later "You know I have to be back here by about 3:15 anyway, for the other thing she has."

"Right." 

So that was that.

So Jack went off and Barney and I went to the terrace of the hotel, of the Ritz freaking hotel for God's sake!, and got a nice table in the shade away from everyone else. Course we drew some looks on the way in what with him being so huge and so handsome and me being, kind of little and kind of young maybe. But we didn't care.

I ordered the Caesar's salad and some fizzy water and Brandon ordered the Cobb salad and a glass of red wine and finally we were alone enough so I could be nosey and ask "What was that all about? With Jack in the elevator?"

He laughed and said "I like a girl who speaks her mind, or at least asks sensible questions."

"Thank you." He was so nice! "But what...?"

"He wanted to know if he could watch me fucking you."

"Oh my God! I thought that might..." but I didn't want to finish. So I started again "Did you know that he...that he and Beth..." and I felt guilty even as I did it cause it wasn't really totally my business "...that he and Beth are..."

"Married? Of course. Everyone knows that."

"Oh" and I felt bad that I thought I was Miss Know It All but only for things which everyone else already knew. And I started thinking about how gorgeous Beth was and how it could be possible that Jack would want anything other than her. Which was weird of him for sure.

He must have read my mind, such as it is. "And Beth? You know her a bit right? From yesterday at least?" And I nodded and he went on "She strike you as the kind of girl who would let her husband watch her with her guy, lessen it was the kind of guy that wanted him there to prove to him that he could fuck her right in front of her husband?"

"Are there really guys that would want that?"

"There are."

"And guys that like that, I mean to be the husband watching his own wife?"

"There are." So I had to almost gulp to let that sink in. He went on "Obviously Jack is one of them. He probably got off on that auction last night more than any of the BTS brothers did. You see him at the end of the bidding on Beth? "Which I just kind of shook my head No since Barney might not have figured out that that was the time when I was busy blowing Brandon. 

"He was going crazy. I think Jevon was going to speak to him today about it. Some guys they just are like that. Don't know why but there it is"

The waiter interrupted then to bring our meals over. Barney paused, waited for him to leave and then went on.

"But what about Beth? You think she likes it? Does Beth strike you as someone who would want him there watching?"

"Not really. She seems too nice and too normal." 

But that wasn't quite right I thought because just to be doing what we were all doing but with a husband right there running errands and doing collections and whatever else like picking up my clothes when he wasn't playing dirty tricks meant that there was something pretty weird about her too, even if she was perfect in every other way, which I'm pretty sure she was. 

But all I said was "I mean she seems so in charge and keeping him on a short leash and such. She'd be afraid he would screw up something she was doing for her guy."

He beamed at me. "Right. You get it. So he has to look elsewhere, like you and me. Or any of the other girls with their guy, but us now cause he was right here and looking at you in the nude for like 30 minutes there while we..."

I broke in so he didn't have to finish. "But you said no." He nodded. "Can I ...is it OK if I...ask why?"

He paused. Looked. Leaned over. Kissed my mouth and let it linger. Looked at me again and said "Cause I'm gonna have you all to myself. Even if it's only a few hours, all to myself."

He kissed me again and then paid the bill so we could go back to his room. 



Caitlyn's Treatment Ch.15



Barney Fucks Me

Barney had just finished fucking me for the first time or maybe I should say I fucked him and I mean no disrespect by that cause he was definitely the man and I was definitely the girl. It's just that he was so huge in every department if you catch my drift, but I mean huge all over of course, that we both figured he would crush me if he was on top. And he didn't mind at all just laid flat on his back while I straddled him spreading my legs as far as they would go and then slowly impaling myself downward on his thick cock about which all I'll say is bigger even than Jevon which is saying something. 

But it wasn't just cause he was so big there but cause of me too. A girl my age who is healthy and fit has a pretty small and tight pussy so it took like 15 minutes of gently rocking my way down till he bottomed out inside me and I could feel the slick lips of my little cunny get tickled by this thick bush. And then he took hold of my tits and was really able to fuck me silly, not that I wasn't kind of silly even before that.

Thank God I got so wet for him right from the start or I think it might have hurt way more.

So naturally when he pulled out and I could see all that juicy thick white cum coating his dick I slid down to lick it up for him.

And Barney is such a gentleman he said I didn't have to that the thing for him was the pussy and that mine was fine and that he knew he had dropped a huge nut inside of me. And of course it wasn't for me to insist, that would be weird, but I just kind of kept going anyway and got there and licked up as much as I could and in the end I think he did like it from the way he was gently patting me on the head and playing with my tits while I did it.

Barney is a guy who likes to talk all the way through fucking which is unlike the other men I'd been with for my therapy. I mean it was mostly just crazy sex talk and a lot I didn't even know what he meant but there were some like 'wider slut' (meaning my legs) and 'shake them titties' (meaning my tits) and 'fuckin you now' (meaning my cunt) and such that were pretty obvious and pretty hot the way he said it and a girl feels so needed then that she stays nice and juicy wet inside for her man and without that I'm not sure I could have got it all in me and like I said it would have hurt a lot more.

Then when I was done licking it all up I asked did he want me to go rinse my mouth out but he just didn't answer and pulled me up beside him and kind of enveloped me and then he started kissing me which I was really surprised at because even if a girl does a good job swallowing there's still bound to be some cum somewhere like on her tongue or on the sides of her mouth which didn't even seem to bother him at all so I got into kissing him then big time. And he was playing with my cunt in a very nice way while we kissed and I think I was even more turned on by that than by when he fucked me and I came for him nice and I was so happy that he liked watching me cum even if he did make fun of my scrunched up face a little afterwards cause I'd seen the look on his face when he came inside me and that was funny too, not that I would ever have said that.

Then we were resting with his huge arms around me and I was still so excited I wanted to talk to him more because the more I knew him the more I liked him and he was really interesting and funny the way he said things and I felt like I could really be myself with him even if I was just his lend. So I did.

"Barney, can I ask something?"

"Sure girl, what is it?"

"About Beth and Jack again?"

"Them? You surprise me little thing. Right after I shoot my load in you and you wanna discuss another guy?" But he chuckled as he said it so I knew he wasn't really mad and didn't really take it the wrong way like he pretended he had. He was good at pretending like earlier with his dirty trick, for which I had totally forgiven him even if that sounds bad cause I was his lend. But I knew this time he was kidding me.

"No but I keep wondering. I mean...do you...do you think they do it? I mean just him and her together?"

"Yeah I do."

"But then why?"

"Already told you I don't get it either so can't help you too much there." And he tweaked my nipple then in a cute way, made me yelp a bit. "But yeah they do fuck cause Jevon told me. Course he only gets to fuck her when Jevon doesn't need her on a given day and if Jevon has allowed it. Like sometimes he's pissed at Jack, who can be a fuckup, and gives him a no pussy rule for a week or 2. Other times like now, this event, Jevon just has Beth hopping and there's no time for Jack even though, like I said, he'd probably rather see a brother fucking her than to do it himself."

"And then Jevon has his own needs. Beth is his number one girl. He takes her on vacations and golfing and such bout 3 or 4 times a year so he can enjoy her all by himself. Other times he uses her to train some of the newer girls, like she did with that slut Kayla, so he has the bitch hopping all year long. Still he says Jack will probably fuck her like 10 times a year.

It was actually cool the way he kept up the BTS joking with the 'sluts' and 'bitches' and 'pussy' talk which I was totally used to by now anyway. But I was shocked enough at what he said not to know where to go. Except for one more question I was dying to ask.

"But do you think he loves her? Like real love? Or that she loves him?"

"Dunno. Tough one. You are an inquisitive little cunt." So he tweaked that nipple again but not so bad cause I saw it coming. He made me smile. 

"Yes but I'm your ILC."

"Huh?"

"ILC. Like inquisitive little cunt. I'm your ILC" and I snuggled in more to his warm body. It made him laugh so hard he was squeezing the life out of me when that big chest and those huge arms rocked me in his belly laugh. He didn't mean to though.

"Well yes Miss ILC I spect there is some kind of love there. Maybe some kind I don't get, but something. Tell you one thing for sure though; the bitch loves Jevon a lot more. And Jack? He understands that."

And even though we were mostly joking inside I was thinking that when I got married I'd want my pussy and everything else to be just for my husband. It was different now cause I was young and a college student (!) and everything I' done was really mostly just part of a medical therapy and I was doing it to get better, to be a better girl for when I did get a husband. And definitely no way would I ever want to have a husband who liked to watch me getting fucked by other men! No matter what!

So then I started kissing all over his big brown chest and even the dark chocolate colored nipples he had cause guys have them too even if they're not as super important as they are for a girl since we have actual tits and all. He had this nice crinkly black hair all over his chest and some even on his belly but not too much and not too little, just the right amount for a man. And he played with those tits now but gently and no tweaks or anything just really sweet while I kept kissing and I figured it would have some effect and it did cause pretty soon he told me to get up on all fours and raise my cunt and ass up high cause he was so much bigger than me so I did and he got in behind me kneeling and I worried for a second that the whole bed would collapse from him but I guess that's the advantage of going to a nice place like the Ritz Carlton, quality bedding and bed frames.

"Damn that is a fine cunt" as he was rubbing the head of his dick up along my slit which got instant wet again for him. And I could feel his cock was not totally hard but mostly and wondered if I should have blown him first but there really was no need cause I could tell it was getting harder and harder and he was just wetting the head between my pussy lips and not really penetrating me yet. And he told me to lower my shoulders and head right to the mattress and shift my knees forward and arch my back so it would pop my cunt and as I turned my head to the side to lay it flat I thought of that book by Ernest Hemingway called The Sun Also Rises and thought that ain't all that rises cause his cock felt like steel by then.

Then I had this thought that made me nervous cause he was taking a lot of time back there and I couldn't see him but he wasn't in me yet, just still slicking us both up still.

"You're not going to...you know...are you?"

"What baby?" He was focused on something else so I got him a little confused.

"You know. The other place? Not my pussy?"

Which got him laughing but he never stopped wetting his cockhead the whole time.

"No sugar. Not there. Part of my deal with Brandon. Part of the lend. He saving that hole for himself later tonight" which was a relief like I'm no worse off than I already figured and Brandon, no disrespect, was a lot smaller so it might not hurt as much. And it got Barney talking again.

"Why he paid like, what $22,000?, for you. To bust your cherry."

"No, $25,500." Cause it might not be exactly modest and I was kind of ashamed that I corrected him so quick like that but I do admit the price made me pretty proud, which Barney totally got I think.

"Yeah, fine price for a first time slut. You'd think I'd remember the number, gonna pay Billy 20% of it later for the lend, which is like...what?"

But we were goofing so it was OK for me to say "Aaaah. Remember I'm an ILC not a math major" which considering my high school math grades was like the understatement of the century.

And he laughed and said, still wetting it, "Yeah. It's $5,100 to BTS for this fine white pussy I'm bout to fuck" which got me proud all over again cause even without being a math major I was pretty sure that would bring my total for the orphans to over $30,000, which was like earning back that tuition check Dad had written. Even though we were giving it away to a good cause and even though it wasn't actually my money to begin with. Still. It made me proud.

But my ILC condition made me a know-it-all bitch sometimes too and I couldn't help saying "You pay Jack, not Billy. Jack is the collector" cause it was true and I really did know this one even if, like I said, it made me an ILC-KIA.

"Huh?" cause I don't think he was listening right then and his fat cock split into me and drove down pretty deep on the first thrust cause I was so wet for him and he said "Grab the headboard, hold on tight, gonna make them little titties dance now" and he did and I did too, I mean hold the poles, cause he would have sent me flying for sure and even though my arms aren't very strong, I like the way they are pretty thin and soft and feminine, I was able to do pretty well cause considering our difference in size. 

And he fucked me, pretty hard but I could tell not all the way, just fucking into me with maybe half that dick and only a couple of times really pounding it in deep and then I really was hanging on for life and wished I had some upper body strength but he knew it too and went back to fucking probably just half way till at the end he grabbed my hips and pulled my poor little pussy all the way down his cock till he filled me up with his whipped cream cum and I collapsed on the bed. 

He didn't say anything too creative this time just mostly 'oh fuck' and 'fuck girl' and once 'god dammed fine cunt' and another time 'work those titties' and he slapped them, my little titties I mean, from the side and from underneath cause his arms are long too and he could reach, but it wasn't bad just like a real fucking thing. This time I was so exhausted I forgot even to go down to lick up the sweet vanilla yogurt that would be coating his dick. I just crashed and he crashed beside me.

When I woke up from the second fuck Barney was already showered and told me to jump in there now and get ready cause I had to be back in my room by 3:15. Clock said 2:30 so I thought I had a few minutes to just lay there and watch as he got dressed and don't you know I thought maybe I really was falling in love now for real cause he was so handsome and nice and funny and fucked like I think Batman must have fucked Anne Hathaway in that movie which is one of my all-time favorites, she's pretty hot. 

And then I got to thinking how weird it was that now I was happy he had played his little trick on me. Cause that made me cry and that made him be so nice and sweet and considerate and it made him so handsome too. So naturally I would fall in love at least a little.

And I think it made me be a better lend for him too. Like in a way he put me in my place even before I knew who he was. Taking control and such, and making me want to do whatever to please him. And like how I was so proud that he'd said I had a "fine cunt" which even if it sounds conceited I do think it's a nice one. Which made me want to use it to please him even more. Which his lend should do for him anyway.

Weird how a mean trick could lead to all that! But it's cause it was him. Barney is just the nicest most sincere man ever and a girl feels so protected when she's with someone that big, like he could stop everything bad that could ever happen to her. 

So yeah I was super happy, especially when he smiled at me and gave me his middle finger to suck on while I lay there. Then I jumped down and tied his shoelaces for him which was probably just an excuse to kneel down there and I'm pretty sure he knew that too and liked it.

So I pushed my luck with him. "Barney, can I ask one more question?"

He looked down at me and smiled. "Is it something about Jack? Or Jack and Beth? Cause I think..."

I smiled back and even had the guts to interrupt. "No, not this time." Something else had been nagging at me since the day before and I figured Barney would know the answer. So I looked up all sweet and nice from my knees and said, "You know the panties?" 

"What panties?"

"You know like the ones Jevon kind of took from me for the tradition and all after he..."

"After he fucked you?"

"Yes, those panties but not actually those exact ones I mean but..." And I took a breath and started over. "What I mean is like what if a brother takes a girl to BTS and you know, they fool around a little, and what if, you know, she's not actually wearing panties? Cause some girls I know..."

He cut me off then, but in a friendly way. "What about it sugar? What does it matter if she's not wearing panties?"

Which shocked me a little and I had to look down at his laces so he wouldn't see. I was putting a cute little bow on the lace of his shoe.

"But Jevon said it's a tradition and the guys put them in a drawer with the girl's name and such. And I mean if she wasn't wearing any to begin with then they couldn't do that and it would ruin the whole tradition."

Which made Barney burst out laughing in this really nice way cause he gets more handsome than ever when his face lights up like that.

"You do make me laugh Caitie!"

I could tell he really liked the question so I tried to be modest and bent down to tie his second shoelace. And it was very nice of him to say it but I still did want to know and looked up at him all wide eyed and such to make the point and he took it very seriously when I did that.

"Well, then. Can't rightly say I know for sure."

And it made me wonder whether I'd gotten too nosey, like it was BTS businesses not mine so why should he have to tell me? But maybe that wasn't it because then he went on after a pause.

"I suppose what they'd do is he'd tell her to come back the next day. You know after he was done with her. And to bring a pair of her panties then."

Which a. made me feel silly cause the solution was so obvious and b. made me love Barney even more cause he would confide in me like we were friends and lovers and not just a brother with a lend. And it was obvious now. I'd been all twisted up wondering if they would like let the girl leave something else like a skirt or a bracelet or a hair scunchy which did all seem stupid even to me. And when you hear the real solution you go like "Oh. That makes sense." And you feel silly.

And later on I thought of more questions like what if the girl was leaving town the next day like on some family vacation or whatever. And did the brother fuck her again that next day cause if he did then they wouldn't be the panties from the very first time. And then I got confused all over again. I wondered whether I could ask Barney about those things too but I was glad I didn't think of them right then because he had already been bothered enough with questions from an ILC that were actually none of her business. At least for one day.

Then the clock said 2:45 so love or not I did have to move. And he kissed me goodbye not once or twice but 3 different times and looked me in the eyes with his so dreamy and said "Be a good girl now Caitie and get yourself ready" and I was in heaven. But then he finally did leave and I might have cried just a little but nice tears this time. Then it was over.

So I tinkled and showered and did my hair quick and was getting dressed wondering do I put the panties and bra on again since I had no idea what this next appointment was it was hard to say but in the end I did because Barney had told me it was allowed during our date and technically the date's not over till the girl is back home, which in this case was Brandon's room, room 2103. And if you're thinking I had forgotten the key you'd be wrong, and I went back up.

A Visit

Back in Brandon's room nothing had changed, Duh!, and I still had a few minutes to freshen my breath and put on just a little makeup but didn't use the red lipstick Brandon liked cause I knew the appointment wasn't with him. I brushed out my hair again and I even remembered to take my birth control and a GT but didn't double them up for missing the day before cause you're not supposed to do that. 

Then I got wondering whether now I should take off the panties and bra cause now the date was technically over and I got all confused arguing the point back and forth but finally I did take them off cause I thought that was the safer way to go, meaning like not get in trouble for being a bitch or disrespectful. I swear guys have no idea how confusing this stuff is for a girl even when she's trying to be good. 

Although I also think that probably guys have their own set of problems figuring out girls problems that we don't even know about. Especially around our periods which I would be getting mine in probably 4 days and I was so thankful that it hadn't interfered with me coming to the BTS auction. I bet Jevon had checked that before selecting me cause just imagine auctioning a girl and then her new owner finds...yewww. But checked with John I mean cause he and Janice know my cycle for medical reasons.

My cycle is very regular even though me and Mom told Dad I needed to be on the pill for difficult periods. Even if I mostly think he knew what the truth was. To be fair to him.

When I took the bra off I was able to check my tits for marks cause I forgot to before and maybe Barney had slapped them a little harder than he had meant to but they were fine, just a tiny bit red but nothing anyone would likely notice. Not like the bite marks Julian had once put on my tits just before a family vacation and my Mom was so curious about why I wouldn't wear my new bikini at the beach. So I had to make up a story, but I could tell she didn't believe it.

Anyway I was ready and still kind of buzzed with happiness thinking about how wonderful Barney was and then right exactly at 3:30 there was a knock on the door. I half expected to hear a voice say 'Housekeeping' and that made me laugh but I also realized I had never called back for that nice lady and that's why the sheets weren't changed. So I ran first to pull the comforter all the way to cover up any stains or whatnot cause you never know what people will see.




Caitlyn's Treatment Ch.15



And what it was when I answered the door was John and Janice and I was like wow, so cool, cause they had thought to come over just to check that I was OK and everything. Which you have to admit was very loving and kind and thoughtful, which is exactly how they always are, or maybe just mostly for her but definitely all the time with John. And then I was even happier and ran to them and got nice hugs from them both and then we all sat together and chatted. 

John looked awesome of course the way he always does even if he did seem a little smaller somehow. Probably cause of all the time I'd had with Barney. And Janice I had to admit looked really pretty then, especially her legs cause she was wearing a much shorter skirt than she usually did in the office and I thought it looked really cute on her even if she is almost as old as Mom

So we chatted for like 10 minutes. Just this and that. Course I remembered to thank John so much for thinking of sending Kim to get some clothes for me and I was able to twirl and show them the pretty outfit I'd worn on my date. Then I showed them the 2 dresses and asked which one they liked more but they just said it would be up to Brandon, which of course I had already known. And Janice said what a nice time they had all had at my house last night being entertained by Mom, and how nice and pretty Mom was, and John agreed and said that Mom was a "nice girl" and that was funny to think of her as a girl but I understood what he meant anyway. The talk about Mom made me a little uncomfortable to tell you the truth but only for a few seconds cause there was so much else to talk about.

John said they should check my breasts since I was technically missing an appointment with them to do the auction. And for a second I actually worried that I would be breaking the BTS rules cause I only had one lend on me and that was Barney so should I let John touch or inspect my tits? But I knew right after that that was stupid cause he's actually like my doctor or something and Janice is just a girl so the rule definitely didn't apply to her.

So I hopped up and Janice pulled the little shirt over my head and I was standing with just the blue skirt on. I was glad that I'd decided to take off the bra beforehand cause it just made things easier for the team. And first she and then John checked me the way they always do. And it made me laugh cause I thought how no one, not even Barney, held my breasts just right the way John did. And I was also laughing, inside I mean, cause while he stood behind me the way he likes, when he was cupping my tits I mean, I had this really nice view of Janice's legs as she sat on the couch. Cause like I told you her skirt was pretty short, almost as short as the one I had on. 

And looking at her legs while he checked me somehow made me remember that the last time I saw them was only like 2 days ago and that Janice had eaten my pussy. That was right before Jevon came to take me to BTS for my interview.

And it was so weird cause it all felt like ancient history, like those little skirts of mine had felt like ancient history when Jack gave them to me for my date with Barney.

Then John said the T-nodes were almost gone and I was like Yea!! But that I should still take the GT for another 6 weeks or so because the newest research said you shouldn't stop the moment the nodes seemed like they were gone because maybe there were these super little T-nodes still in there waiting to grow up. And then you'd have to go back to the start of the entire therapeutic regime, is what I think he said.

So much had happened to me that I was dying to tell them, about my interview with Jevon, and about the other girls, Beth especially, and about the auction and Brandon and Barney and, well, all of it. But I had to be careful then to be discreet, especially since I didn't know if Janice would be allowed to hear any of it.

But I was dying especially to tell them that I wasn't so afraid of being a lesbian any more. Cause they had been so concerned about my lez phobia and I had made things so difficult by denying everything like a spoiled KIA bitch who always thinks she knows everything. And I was denying it not just to them but even to myself. 

Not that I was a lesbian (duh!), just that I wasn't afraid of it. Especially cause if a man tells you to do something, like picturing Cin or Kim going down on you, then it can't be that lez to get into it cause you're only doing it to please him, at least mostly. Which means calling it "lez" to begin with is like what John had been trying to tell me - just another stupid label! 

There was this pretty big change inside my mind when Brandon had made me masturbate right there on the bed while thinking about it, and I realized how much I owed them all, Brandon too, for getting me to stop being stupid about it.

And I wanted to tell them about that and about how I'd given so many blowjobs over the last 2 days, at least to Jevon and Brandon, cause Barney definitely preferred just pussy to getting his cock sucked. And how I had been fucked by Jevon and then by Brandon and then 2 times by Barney. And I wanted to tell them all about Barney, how cool and funny and sexy he is, even if that would probably not have been too discreet.

But I couldn't really, not with Janice there. And then John said there really wasn't time for any of it then anyhow and that we would cover it all in the office later. It made me a little sad that I couldn't tell them, but I was still so happy that they'd stopped by to visit. Just I guess to say Hello. 

So I was trying to blurt it all out without actually saying anything indiscreet and I'm sure it made no sense and that I sounded sort of like an insane person. So John had to stop my jabbering and say "Caitie! Stop and listen! We're just here for Janice to give you an enema." 

And I was like "What?" cause I knew what an enema was from when my little sister had trouble with bowel movements as a child and my Mom had to do them for her. Still why would I...and then I remembered how Brandon had said he was going to fuck my ass and even Barney had said it was going to be that night, so I wondered if there was a connection.

Anyway it was super embarrassing but at least Janice and I were able to go in the bathroom while John waited and it didn't take very long. And when we came out John said it was time for them to go, and Janice told me just to lie down for an hour or so.

And they both kissed me on the cheek, and wished me the best and told me to have fun and to do what I was told and to take advantage of this great opportunity and John reminded me again (!) not to make any excuses and that they loved me and were proud of me and then they left. 

It wasn't even 4 p.m. yet and I was sad to see them go although glad to have some privacy then too. So I laid on the bed and did have to use the bathroom a few times but it wasn't really bad like I felt pain or felt sick or anything and then it passed and I felt fine and that's all I'm going to say about that.

I just took a shower and washed all over but especially I made sure to wash my rear end (duh!) and my pussy really well, not that I hadn't washed it before in Barney's shower. But cause of all the cum I might still have inside me and I did but didn't use soap up there cause you're not supposed to but just with the hot water and a loofer and my fingers and I did a good job. 

Cause no guy, well maybe Jack but I don't mean him, wants to find another guy's cum in his girl's pussy. Then I got back in the big bed, nude and right on top of the comforter cause it wasn't at all chilly in there the way it had been the night before and I was already toasty from the shower and this way Brandon would see I was naked for him the second he walked in the door.

I must have fallen asleep then because the next thing I knew Brandon was in the room with me gently shaking my shoulder and this time I knew exactly where I was. He kissed my cheek and told me we had to hurry to get ready for some meeting before the dinner and I was still waking up but he asked me if I had had any trouble that morning and I remembered but answered cautiously No cause I didn't want to get Barney in any trouble and then he asked if I had seen Barney and Yes and had I seen John Venruil and Yes and he seemed pleased that it had all gone according to his plan. 

Then I thought it would be polite so I asked after his golf game, like was it fun?, but he just made a face like he was suffering so I thought I better drop that. 

Brandon went into the shower which gave me some time to look at the dresses that Jack had brought and I thought the red would be best cause I knew Brandon liked that color but I laid them both out, the red and the striped, to let him decide. I didn't lay out the panty and bra sets I would have worn with them each because I didn't want to seem like I was presuming but I did want to at least ask if I could wear the lingerie. Like I had with Barney and that had turned out so nice. 

Then Brandon came out in one of the thick bathrobes but still drying his hair which was pretty short and he looked really good then even if not so big and strong as Barney had, or even John had, no disrespect. And he told me to go into the shower so I did and I was just going to rinse cause of all the other showers but then I decided to shampoo again even though I was beginning to worry a little about what it would do to my hair and would I become a Folliclely Fucked Frizzy Fellatrix. But I liked the apricot so much and wanted to make sure the fragrance was there for Brandon.

When I got out of the bathroom all shiny and made up and pretty and naked I was going to ask Brandon about the 2 dresses. So he could decide. I was surprised to see that he was just in slacks and a jacket with an open collared shirt. Because I thought the affair tonight was supposed to be pretty dress up. But then he reminded me we had that meeting first, right in the hotel, and that we'd come back after that to dress for dinner. 

So I showed him the summery dresses I had there and he picked a sheer white and told me no panties or bra for the meeting so that was easy enough and we left his room.



Caitlyn's Treatment Ch.16



The Show

So we went up in the elevator this time, to a massive suite on the 24th floor that turned out to be Jevon's and he was obviously hosting some sort of party with the guys drinking and the girls with soft drinks or waters and I was given one too, the same water as the other girls not the special one John and Jevon and Jack and Beth had been giving me. They were all there before us except for Beth and her man, but then they came in like 2 minutes after us and Jevon said "Let's get started." 

Everyone was dressed pretty casually but you could see that Beth and her man, whose name I hadn't got so far, looked the best. I thought all of the girls looked really cute though, even Maureen.

Jevon made a little speech about the money that had been raised and said how proud we should all be, brothers and even the girls too, cause it would come out to something like $197,000 for the orphanage once the swaps and lends were added in and that the entire sum would go to them because he, Jevon, was donating the cost of the entertainment out of his own pocket which got the guys cheering like mad. And all of us girls were so happy for Beth then, that her man was so awesome. It made her blush.

Then Jevon lowered the lights and showed some pictures on the wall of the orphanage. He had Jack in the back of the room to run the computer and projector. 

The work they did at the orphanage was very impressive and the little black children looked so cute and so sweet and my heart just went out to them for being orphans, especially in Africa where it's probably even harder. The guys were quiet then not even joking around or singing or cheering cause you could tell they were moved too. A few of us girls had real tears in our eyes but still we were proud of what we had done. Then the lights came on again and Jevon said it was time for the photo shoot but then he remembered that he had one other issue to cover first.

That being, he said, that the girl's tip jar so far had only $7,900 in it plus, he said, a couple of BTS bumper decals which made everyone laugh cause it was obviously done as a joke. And that by now there should have been at least $10,000 even considering that a lot of the brothers only gave their tips right at the end before leaving. So would they all, the brothers, keep that in mind and that the goal for the girls ought to be at least $20,000 by the end of the meeting tomorrow cause that was really only 10% of what the guys had raised for charity, and the guys all clapped then and I could see they were all really thinking about what he said.

Not that I wanted tips or wasn't completely gabberflasted ("Funny Fellatrix Finds Form") by the numbers he was using! I mean $20,000! For us? For 3 days? Even I could do that math and see that it would be $4,000 for each girl including me and I almost felt guilty at the thought of taking money for what we were doing, like maybe that should go to the orphans too. Course I could only speak for me, and in actuality not even for me since I was never going to say a word in front of all these important people, but I mean in my opinion I didn't really deserve $4,000 for just hanging around with the guys like Brandon and Barney for a few days. 

But I should also be honest and admit that part of me is kind of selfish and was imagining the new outfits I could buy for school with all that money. Even though I shouldn't have because I knew Mom and Dad would buy those things for me anyway.

Then they started the photo shoot. Jevon had hired some older, nice looking black man, I don't think he was one of the brothers, to do the shoot and Jack became his assistant too, moving lights around and such for him. And the photographer took charge then and really seemed to know what he was doing. But I never got his name.

First up he took a group photo with Jevon and all the guys who had won girls. There were 7 of them because of the shares on Kayla and Kristen, Then they expanded the group to include any of the guys with a lend cause they contributed a lot too, and I was so proud to see Barney join the group together with another guy who must have been Maureen's lend.

Barney had on this blue blazer that would have matched my skirt from earlier and gray slacks and a nice white shirt with gold cufflinks and a striped tie and even a silk hankie in his breast pocket. And oh-my-God he did he look handsome then and no disrespect to any of the other brothers in the room but I really thought he was the most handsome. Even counting Jevon.

Then they did some bigger shots with all the BTS brothers in attendance which wasn't all 20 of them but maybe like 17 I think. And the guys were just like guys are, horsing around and having fun and making bad comments and kidding one another and checking out us girls to each other and having a great time. Then it was time for him to shoot the girls so the guys all got drinks again and just milled around talking while we went into a side room to change.

It was really quick cause Jack had already laid out all the outfits from the night before and we just had to pull our dresses over our heads and slide into the French maid outfits. So we went out like that and the guys were singing and joking like they do but there wasn't the same tension as the night before cause there was no more bidding. And he took photos of all of us girls together and then individually and then more with our various masters and lends standing behind us.

Then it was back into the room to change into the rag bikinis which had been mended from where Jevon had cut them all and no one was worried about modesty at all by then. And Beth said to us all that it was probably the most clothing we'd had on in the last 24 hours but she was wrong cause Barney had let me wear my cute outfit to lunch and even with panties and bra. But I still saw her point.

We went back out and the cheering was louder this time and there were more group and individual photos and this time he was aiming up the bikini panties or down the bra to see everything in the shot. Then Jack came out to some boos and laughs and cheers, even though they made him smile and he wasn't nervous looking at all, and put us in the ribbon coffle and there were more shots. Finally he, the photographer I mean not Jack, had all of us girls kneeling facing the camera at the feet of our men for a few, and then turn so you'd see our backsides and it would look like we were blowing the guys, which we weren't, but our faces were right in the crotch of the guy so we might have been.

Then each individual owner stripped his girl naked and Jevon handed out these really pretty gold chains, very small and fine, that each owner got to fasten around his girl's waist so they rested on our hips and in front they positioned this locket thingy which of course said BTS on it so the locket kind of dropped down a bit to right above our pussies. And I could see that all of us girls did look even nicer that way. And Jack came around and put a decal tattoo of the Queen of Spades on each of our lower backs, kind of right about the crack of the girl's ass and we were told to kneel again so the man could take the fake blowjob photos again where this time you'd see the tattoo. 

Brandon could see how it confused me, not that I objected, I just got confused, and whispered to me "Means black owned" as I knelt there before him so I felt a little better about it then cause at least I felt like I understood it, and even if "owned" seemed like a big exaggeration well it least it was meant in good fun. 

Then they let Barney replace Brandon for a few of the same shots which made it nice cause I was able to smile up at him before I buried my face in his crotch. Which he liked. And in between shots while the photographer was setting up Barney cupped my tit with his big hand while he gave me a few sips of his wine. Which I didn't think anyone minded and I was after all his lend so he could to begin with. And it was a nice robust Bordeaux with a little of the blackberry finish that I like cause Dad sometimes drank those nice reds too and taught me some about it. I guess we're kind of wine snobs in my family, at least Dad is for sure.

And I said to Barney "Hope you didn't put any roofies in there" cause of what he had said when he was playing his trick on me and I could kid with him like that and it did get him laughing hard which is a really nice feeling.

Then the photographer was packing up and Jevon got up to speak once more. He told us that dinner would be in 2 hours and that we should spend some time relaxing here and then get dressed for the short ride to BTS. And he reminded them again to of the girls tip jar and that he hoped it would be a big night for achieving that goal too and that now the girls wanted to put on a performance that might motivate the men to be extremely generous. Which got very loud cheers and the guys started clearing the center of the room to gather towards the walls.

Which left us 5 girls out alone in the middle, all naked huddled together. Beth took charge of course and made a little bit of a show of looking at each of the 4 of us from every angle. Walking around us and touching a girl lightly from time to time. And I was like nervous but excited too and thinking: what now?

First Beth chose Kristen to be by her side and there were 3 of us left in a group. Then she took her time again and paired me up with Kayla which left Maureen all alone without a partner and I felt pretty bad for her. But she looked over Maureen again and even slid a finger along her slit which got the guys cheering and then she looked back first to her partner Kristen and then to me and Kayla and she must have decided what was best then cause she took Maureen by the hand and added her as the 3rd girl in my group.

Beth came and looked at our group and selected me to lay flat on my back in the middle of the floor. Which got the guys going again cause of course I was nude and she got them going more by telling me to raise up my knees and spread my thighs. Then I saw her walk over to the other 2 girls and select Kayla.

She kissed Kayla then on the mouth and whispered something to her. Kayla smiled back and then Beth started to speak.

"Kayla, don't you think Caitlyn's cunt is so cute?" (Which, I can't help it, I'm thinking is a CCC for Caitlyn's Cute Cunt to go with my FF and my ILC and my KIA. But it was good cause I think it meant I wasn't really too nervous the way you'd have thought.) "Can you see? Can you see it well? Come and look. That's a good girl!" 

Beth stood behind her with her hands along the sides of Kayla's breasts, directing her to look down into me. "She's all shaved nice and bare and the lips of her pussy look so lovely." I didn't hear any answer from Kayla but the guys were giving Beth plenty of positive feedback. She went on like it was supposed to be a whisper, but still loud enough for everyone to hear "And you can even see how it's nice and juicy pink inside." Which got more roars and I think I heard Barney's deep laughter above all the others and was glad that he was enjoying himself. 

"And do you know what? There's a secret. Shhhh! don't tell a soul!" I saw Beth pause and look around like to see if there was anyone eavesdropping on them. But I guess she didn't notice all the brothers laughing and cheering cause she went on. "A little birdie told me a secret about her, about our girl Caitlyn and her pretty cunt." 

One of the guys shouted out 'Oh-oh. That's trouble' and got some good laughs. 

"Do you want to know what it is?" And again the guys provided the only answer I could make out. So she said "The secret is that this little slut fantasizes about her girlfriends eating her pussy..." which I wasn't surprised at the huge cheers that got "...which is soooo bad of her. I mean a girl shouldn't be thinking about having another girl's mouth on her cunt. Isn't that so naughty of her?" 

And I was like only a little shocked as I said 'Brandon told her?' To myself I mean. Not that I questioned his judgment cause it wasn't like he had promised or something that he wouldn't tell and he was, after all, my owner, which meant he had every right. But still. In front of everyone and all and I felt like my body was burning up a little then. But I never moved.

Then I remembered Jack telling me that Brandon had high standards for girls and expected obedience. And it sure seemed like he was out to prove it with me. Maybe it was another test like this morning with the phone. But I also remembered then that John had given me the best advice: no excuses. 

Plus I wasn't given much time to think about it either, which was probably good.

I did hear Kayla's response this time despite the cheers. "Yes it is, soooo naughty." But she was laughing when she said it.

"But I wondered Kayla, about you I mean. About you and Caitlyn. About whether you would do it for her? Cause even if it's naughty she is so pretty down there. Maybe if she said "pretty please"? Would you eat her pussy?"

"Yes, of course, Beth. I would enjoy licking her pussy." I think, though it was pretty hard to tell over the shouts of the guys and Kayla's voice is pretty soft to begin with.

"Then down you go my lovely" cause they must have forgotten that I was supposed to say "pretty please" first, not that anyone seemed to care. And next thing I knew I saw her face, Kayla's, between my thighs and she's got this wicked little grin and I could see her tits hanging below and this look of lust and excitement and she ran her wet tongue out along her lips but very slowly just painting them with moisture and making sure I could see her tongue.

And the next thing her mouth is on my cunt and I'm not freaking out like when Janice ate my pussy, which I don't even think Beth or any of the guys knew about, except maybe Jevon, but it was like I didn't even know where I was, like my mind had left my hot blushing body, which didn't mean I wasn't embarrassed cause of all the BTS brothers being there to watch and them knowing my secret and cheering their heads off and giving her instructions on how use her mouth on me and trying to make the best joke and whatever else they did.

I was trembling a little bit either from nerves or from what she was doing it would be hard to say but I kept my concentration on keeping my knees up and wide so I would have a good presentation for her mouth. And while she licked up inside of me I was able to hear Beth go to Maureen and ask,

"Maureen. What do you think about a girl who only likes other girls to eat her pussy but never eats a pussy herself? Would you say that was selfish?"

"I would, very selfish." Roars.

"And I think it would be a shame if Caitlyn was allowed to turn into a selfish slut like that, only thinking about her own cunt all the time."

"Yes, ma'am." Which was funny given everything.

"Cause we're her friends and we need to help her. Help her to be a better girl, a nicer girl."

"Yes, ma'am." And I figured what it was then. I'm not that stupid.

"So what I thought was, well you can see her face and mouth are right there on the floor even if she is thrashing around a little because Kayla is doing such a nice job, I thought why not have you, cause your cunt is so pretty too, have you go right over and kneel with your juicy slit right above her mouth and see if together we can convince her not to be selfish. Could you do that?"

Now I could hear Maureen loud and clear even if she was giggling a lot and even if the guys were almost drowning her voice out and even if Kayla was doing a great job of opening me up and finding how to put my little slut lieutenant, she being my clitoris, at attention and she said "It would be my pleasure Beth" which made me wonder what happened to the "ma'am"?

And next thing her pussy is right above my mouth and I was looking up at the slit and the little triangular patch of dark pubic hair she wore right above it and the little BTS locket that was swinging just a little back and forth as she knelt and I might have hesitated, but only for a second. I remembered being so proud earlier and wanting to tell John and Janice how I wasn't afraid anymore. Of lez I mean. 

So my tongue reached out and I licked up once, twice and then three time before her slit juice covered my tongue and I knew that I was really eating my first pussy ever. 

And I heard a man's voice then, and it wasn't Barney or Brandon or even Jevon, saying "Like a fine wine sweetie, taste it all." Which reminded me of the wine Barney had let me sip.

And given what I discovered about myself the night before with Brandon was not so hard now, not now that I knew how much I wanted to be with a girl. And I agreed that it was selfish to think that they would always be licking me instead of the reverse. With about zero T-nodes in my tits I ought to be able now to overcome this problem too, just like I was overcoming my blowjob phobia.

I began to block out the crowd noise and let myself enjoy it. And then really enjoy it. And then totally enjoy it. Which when you let yourself do that suddenly you realize that you are beyond enjoying, that you are loving it. And so I went for it licking up in there and then using my fingers to open her wider and getting more and more into just making love to a girl's most private area. 

And you know what really surprised me about my first taste of pussy? Of Maureen's pussy? How delicate and delicious and perfect her flavor was. How wonderful her fragrance and earthiness were. How raw and sweet her taste was. The just amazing loveliness of a pussy spread right above my mouth. 

Cause before a girl does it for the first time she's gonna think it's gross and then oh-my-God the reality hits you like a ton of Curious Cunts Cavorting on a Cruise. And you actually think, or at least I did, that it's a shame that men get to fuck something so delicate and pretty and nice. Which was wrong of me to think that I know, since they're our owners and all and should get to do with a cunt whatever they want. But I'm just trying to be honest about what I thought.

I could see everything and just had to take the tip of my tongue and reach it inside her and nuzzle around till I found her own little slut lieutenant and made it stand up straight and tall and stiff and I could catch a glimpse of it for a moment all red and wet and lickable and lovely. And right then for a second it's like I owned her little delicacy, her tiny oyster, even if she actually belonged to Wheat Thin.

And not just so so sexy. It was fun too, like I said. And then I kind of thought of it as a race between me and Kayla to see which of us could make our slut, Maureen or me, cum first. So I lapped and fingered and cooed on it and feathered it and stuck my tongue in her as far as it could go and then I decided that Maureen really had more of a tangy flavored cunt, cause I don't know but maybe the flavor changed the more I ate it. Raw and tangy and I'm thinking not so much a fine wine but a Beef Carpaccio with vinaigrette, hints of raspberry and lemon, and a strong finish. But very very lovely and I could see her pussy lips and her insides go all puffy and wet which made it even more fun and I was totally committing to her pussy the way I know you're supposed to totally commit to a blowjob. 

Maybe more so cause when you suck a man's cock he does a lot of the work by thrusting into your mouth or holding your head or giving instructions or whatever but with a girl's pussy it's like there is no roadmap and you totally have to get the slut off in creative ways. Or maybe it was just cause it was my first time eating pussy.

And I don't mean to ignore what Kayla was doing to me especially cause I knew immediately that she knew a lot more about this than I did, which believe me I'm not just trying to be modest. It was my first time ever for God's sake! And it seemed like maybe she did have a roadmap to my little whatchamacallit cause I was gonna cum from her mouth and lose the race even though I did think that I had Maureen pretty close too.




Caitlyn's Treatment Ch.16



Before either one of us could win I realized that I could lick Maureen's clit and still see between her thighs. And what I saw was Beth kneeling in front of Kristen, who was standing with her legs and feet spread, to eat her pussy. I got a really good view of Beth's ass and the Queen of Spades above as she did her. I didn't know how long those 2 cunts had been at it but I was thinking more and more that both me and Maureen were going to pop when I heard Jevon's voice say "Change it up Beth."

And Beth tugged Maureen's shoulders up to move her over to lick Kristen's pussy (and inside I was like No, No! let me finish!) and then swapped Kayla in over my head so now I could eat her and of course that was a bit disorienting like now I had to start all over even if I thought Kayla was prettier than Maureen and I was kind of wishing I had something first to cleanse my palette and all but couldn't of course and just had to start in on her. I could taste an immediate difference in pussy flavor, more mellow but still rich (a nice Burgundy, mussels in savory broth), and liked them both and thought I should order the pussy sampler more often.

And then, I know I'm weird, but I actually thought the exact opposite of what I had just thought with Maureen's pussy in my mouth. I thought that Kayla was so pretty there that if I were a man and had a cock and all then I would definitely want to fuck her pretty cunt as hard and as often as I could and shoot my stuff inside her and I got this image in my head like the tip of my tongue was a man's cock and I was owning her cunt then too. 

Then she, Beth, dove down between my thighs to try to finish there what Kayla had started and I found that Beth was probably the best at cunnilingus of the 3 girls I knew personally, no disrespect to Janice or Kayla. And it was all so amazing and so sweet and the guys were singing BTS songs and Big Blue songs and making the most outrageous comments which were easy to ignore, at least for us girls who had better things to do, and Jevon started calling the changes faster so then I was standing while Kristen was eating me and Beth had Maureen on her back while Maureen lapped at Kayla's twat. 

And then Jevon called "Come, Come!" or maybe "Cum, Cum" but in this really authoritative strong voice like he wasn't asking he was telling and even if I had only tasted two of the girls when I thought I would get the entire sampler I knew what to do. So did Kristen. She drove two fingers up my cunt and found the exact right spot while she feathered my clit with the tip of her wet tongue until I came, came. And I had done, done what Jevon had told me to do. So I collapsed then and saw that Maureen and Kayla were also cum, cumming on his command.

Which was kind of cool like synchronized swimming almost. Which we had in my high school because they really liked everyone, even the girls, to do a lot of athletics.

But then Kayla and Maureen were quicker than me and dragged Beth and my partner Kristen down to the carpet so that Kayla was eating between Beth's thighs and Maureen was licking Kristen and I was the odd girl out, which was embarrassing. So I slid over to where Beth was being pleasured cause I couldn't let this amazing thing end without some of her taste in my mouth but Kayla wouldn't give up her cunt (bitch!) and so I had to just lay beside Beth and suck her tits (pine, soap, wild strawberries, woodlands finish) and feel her all over and kiss her face and mouth (parsley, sage, rosemary and pussy) while she came. I mean cum came.

And when we three finally looked up we could see that Maureen hadn't quite made Kristen cum yet which worked out because the brothers were all screaming to get the sisters together so then Kayla scooted over to put her mouth there and her fingers inside her sister and after about 30 seconds or so then we really were done.

It seemed like all the guys really enjoyed it too which made us all proud.

I feel like I ought to explain here that I really did take a wine tasting course in Tuscany, which is in Europe I think, with my parents two years earlier on a vacation. I was only 16 at the time but over there you can drink, wine at least, when you're like 5 or something. It was kind of fun but mostly boring cause Dad was trying to be all expert and such, and Mom would try to say something intelligent that always came out wrong, and Samantha and I were mostly just goofing but I did pick up some of the language cause I like to do that. 

So I actually did know some things about wine tasting. And now I knew some things about pussy tasting too, the main one being that pussy tastes better than those wines ever could have. Better tasting than almost anything I could imagine in the whole world, or in the whole universe or whatever. 

Except maybe of course a man's cum which is special cause of all that body and texture and a very robust finish and cause it comes from inside his balls which can be so cute even if they are wrinkly and because you get it from sucking which is so natural for a girl, unless she's like really loaded with T-nodes (smile!) And if girl ever says to me that a man's cum is an acquired taste, well I guess I had acquired it. But now I had acquired a new taste to go with it, a taste which might be the perfect appetizer before a man gives you the main course.

It was amazing, like nothing else ever could be, that amazing. Way, way more amazing than when I lost my down below virginity which wasn't really amazing at all. More amazing than when I sucked my first cock because I was kind of young then and really nervous. My only regret was that I never got to taste Beth's pussy. Next time would be different I hoped, although even the pussy mini-sampler had been very nourishing and I wished that Janice had been able to watch me enjoy it.

Jack brought us hot soapy towels for our faces and thighs and pussies and then towels to rinse and then dry towels and then he brought our clothes out so we could go back in the elevator to our rooms. We girl's stayed together in the middle of the floor kind of embarrassed with each other then and being nice and sweet and all and Beth said 'I hope you didn't mind...' and I kissed her mouth then to shut her up and to let her know that I loved how she did it and also cause who wouldn't want to kiss her mouth? And I kissed all the other girls too even if we were all being a little shy with each other. And the guys, our men, were still buzzing but there and waiting for us.

Brandon took me by the arm and said "If that doesn't fill up the tip jar then I don't know what will."



Caitlyn's Treatment Ch.17



This chapter is the first of 2 parts transitioning Caitlyn from her BTS event to the time when she and John meet - together with two other people of interest. Not much sex here, it's more about how Caitie is processing things and the complications in her life.

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After BTS, waiting for John - Part 1

A full week had passed since that first event for BTS. And that week had been, pardon my French, one damned thing after another. I don't mean that they were all bad. Some of them were very, very nice. But together they kept me confused and on edge. I was a really quite anxious. Like an anxious-Annie. Who analyzed. A lot. But I still couldn't figure out what it all meant. So I was really looking forward to seeing John later that afternoon.

I mean it wasn't John's fault that the first appointment - the one for 3 days after BTS - had to be cancelled or postponed or whatever. He had to go help that girl in Colorado. 

Let me back up and explain things.

When I got home the afternoon after the little L-E-Z event at BTS (the one I described earlier, the one to get us all better tips from the men) I was so exhausted from all the practice and hard work and submission and excitement and fun and obedience and the delicious feelings running through me that I slept virtually non-stop for 36 hours, getting out of bed only to pee a few times and once to have some toast and tea that Mom had forced into me.

Finally on my 3rd morning home I made it down for breakfast with Dad and Mom.

"Feeling better honey?" That was Daddy. He was sitting at the breakfast table and put down his Wall Street Journal when I came in. He took my hand, looked me over and then put the back of his hand over my forehead as I bent in to kiss him.

"Oh. I think so. Guess I was just over-tired or something."

"I'll say! Poor kid! You were exhausted." Looking at me with love but all worried too. He is so nice.

Then Mom chimed in, sounding way too cheery. "Maybe you're just getting your per..."

"Mother!!" Cause right in front of Daddy! And it wasn't even true cause it was still about a week away. I had really been lucky with the timing of that BTS event.

She and Daddy exchanged a little smile and I think he winked at her. Parents!

He went on. "Well anyway, I don't think you have a temp. That's good."

I sat and looked at the feast Mom had prepared. She's actually pretty good in the kitchen. I mean for someone who is so easily confused everything always comes out pretty nice at all of our meals. There were blueberry pancakes and bacon and juice and toast and marmalade for the croissants and some nice hot tea. And now she was scrambling up eggs as Dad and I sat. 

I realized I was starving. I wanted it all.

Daddy reached over for my hand. "But with all the excitement, all these new amazing things happening to you, it's no wonder you're run down." I saw Mom give him a nervous look back over her shoulder, like "What's he...?" And I was feeling that way too. What did he mean by "new amazing things"?

"I just cannot believe all the things you girls get into nowadays." He sipped his coffee which, Mom and I agree, is bad for a girl's skin, at least in the long run.

I paused with my mouth full of pancake. Pretty unfeminine I guess but it was only Mom and Dad so it didn't matter. I was a more worried about what he was getting at.

"Goodness! Getting into the U for this fall and then getting a new job on top of it. Even if it is just a frat house." And inside I was like "it's not! It's the..." But he went on "I'm really proud of you. I'm just worried it's too much."

I swallowed. It was OK. And I'm like, inside again I mean, remembering how I told John "I swallowed" and thinking "Swallow = OK" Click, cause I knew the GT really had done so much good! Which was probably inappropriate in this context but I still felt it. Cause girl's brains can think all of these things at the very same time.

I shook out the thoughts and started to reassure Daddy. "No it's just..." But all men interrupt, especially fathers sometimes, even when they're trying so hard to be nice.

"You know you don't need to keep the job. Mom tells me they've got you vacuuming and dusting and cleaning dishes non-stop. Even heavy cleaning, right? Like windows I bet?" Which made me think of me and Jevon in front of that big window in BTS house and that's a nice memory. "And I can only guess what a mess these frat guys make. It's too hard on you."

Again I had to refocus. Stop thinking about Jevon and the window! "Oh. No. It's fine. Really." 

I was hoping we could change the subject away from my job.

"But what about you just enjoy your summer before you start up studies in the fall?"

"Oh I will enjoy it Daddy. I'll still have plenty of time for my friends. Cindy and Beth and you know all the girls. Really."

See I knew not to mention Julian, just the girls. It's the right way to go with Daddy. Not like he hates Julian - who is only the number one love in my entire life and I would and have been (pat on back for me!) doing everything and anything to make him happy - I mean not exactly like he hate-hates him but I think it bothers him that I might, you know, have some physical relations from time to time with Julian. And he thinks I'm still just this little girl even now I'm 18. For goodness sake!

"Time for the girls? I should hope so. You should see them more often, maybe have Cin over." Did he usually call her "Cin" like that? I couldn't remember. "Or even all the girls. Like a pool party or something?"

"Yes. I think I will..."

"And listen to me honey. I know you feel obligated about the job because you accepted it." He looked at me like I'd let him down cause I should have asked his permission or advice or whatever. Which is maybe true even if I am 18 now. "But just think about it will you? Trust me they could get lots of girls to replace you if you feel..." 

He trailed off and smiled at me. So I nodded and said "OK Daddy" meaning I would think it over and he stood up, ready to head off to work.

He smiled and said "Good then. We can talk again about it later cause I'm going miss my meeting unless I leave pronto."

And I already was thinking about it. The worst part was I knew he was right: they could get lots of different girls to replace me even if it wasn't so much the dusting and dishes. I mean what girl wouldn't want to? It made me shiver. Would I even get to see Barney or Jevon or the other guys ever again? I really needed to see John bad!

But Daddy still didn't leave. Another thought occurred to him. "You know that now you've got your mother thinking she's going to take a job at the frat too? Crazy!" 

Mom shot us both a cute innocent smile - which she's good at - and turned back to the stove. She has such a nice figure for 37! Daddy kind of rolled his eyes at me and I don't remember for sure but I think I rolled mine back at him too. Cause the thought of Mom working at BTS was too weird! She came over to the table with eggs for me.

He beamed at the 2 of us and said "My 2 girls! Two busy little beavers. But even beavers need rest sometimes."

That was the moment when Sam stumbled in bleary-eyed in her yellow and red summer PJ's, the ones with all the frogs on them that make her look like she's 7 instead of 13, and said "Aren't I a busy beaver too?" 

It made Dad and Mom laugh and he said "You're right honey. I should have said 3 busy little beavers. Or maybe 2 beavers and 1 beaverette." Which got her to make a face at him and he laughed again. She banged into the chair and Mom came over to serve her pancakes and cereal. She won't eat eggs.

Dad came around the table, kissed my cheek again, then kissed Sam and then folded Mom in his arms from behind to kiss the side of her neck. He tried whispering in her ear "Sweet little beaver" and I guess he must have thought Sam and I were too busy eating to hear him. Or maybe he thought we were both deaf. Cause when I say "whispering" I only kind of mean it because Daddy's whispers can usually be heard through walls. 

He never seems to know that everyone and anyone can hear what he thinks is private. It made all 3 of us girls, us beavers, blush like crazy. Even Sam got it. But the beaver-in-chief, Mom, she blushed the most. 

Then with a quick "Toodle-oo" he grabbed his briefcase and was out the door.

The 3 of us sat there not knowing where to look. All this talk about beavers had me recalling the moment when I was looking up into Maureen's cunt getting ready to lick one for the first time. Which got me even more embarrassed cause I'm not used to picturing a wet erect clit above my mouth at breakfast time. So I just kept eating to cover my embarrassment. The marmalade was delicious.

Usually it's Mom who is the embarrassing one, but at times Daddy is right up there with her, trying his best to make us all feel icky! Which is strange cause he's the one who is so strict about sex, like never letting Julian and I hang in my bedroom, or me stay over his place even past like 8 p.m. or having Mom lecture me if he thought my bikini bottoms were even a little tight which they weren't to begin with. Parents are sooooo weird!

After a minute or 2 of silence Mom caught my eye when Sam's head was down in her cereal bowl. She grinned a nervous grin and mouthed the words "Don't worry" and then a second later mouthed "He doesn't know." Pretty awkward!

And I say awkward not just cause of what he didn't know but because of what she seemed to think she did know. Cause did she? Did she actually know something about my job at BTS? Or did she just imagine things? And was she imagining good things or bad things?

Did she think it was all about waiting on tables and flirting with some handsome men? Doing little chores? About serving them drinks and snacks and then tidying up after them? Or did she picture...well, what it really was. Starting with us girls getting displayed and then stripped and then bought? Which is totally not a criticism of BTS because it was actually just a fundraiser for a good cause. But Mom might not know that even if she knew the other.

I couldn't tell what she knew but I was pretty sure it was more than I wanted her to know. I had her meetings with John, Janice and Kim to thank for that, which sounds bitchy and critical of them but God knows I don't mean that! Where would I be without John? Still...What exactly had that cunt Kim told her about her own auction a year earlier? Which, I'm sorry but Kim does sometimes speak out of turn even if I know that's one of my faults too, like lots of girls.

Finally Mom thought of a way to change the conversation. Thank God!

"I'm going downtown to get a new dress today if either of you would like to come. Girl's day out! We can all get pretty new things for Sunday. Dresses and jewelry and shoes and nice new undies and..."

Which I knew she really meant me cause Sam never comes out shopping with us. She's totally still a little tomboy which I have to admit can be cute at her age. She had finished her cereal and was taking tentative bites of the pancakes, looking at each one like it might be radioactive before putting it in her mouth. She shook her head No and went back to inspecting the food.

I had finished my pancakes and bacon and was beginning my eggs and thinking how they were very eggszellent when I asked Mom. "Why? What's the deal with Sunday?" I meant we usually go to church together but it wasn't like we bought new outfits every week for it.

"Oh. Right. I forgot to tell you. The Williamson baby christening. We're all invited." She paused and I had time to worry about something new.

"Oh."

"Baby Edward or Edmund or Edgar or something."

Sam said "Ethan" without ever lifting her head from her plate.

"Right. Ethan. Big solid baby. Going to be a bruiser like his Dad. Having it at their house of all the crazy things, and so soon! He's only 2 weeks old."

Again I was aware of a need to change the conversation. Away from the Williamson's I mean. Cause this was weird too. Mr. Williamson had been texting me off and on ever since I went out with him on his boat to accomplish a homework assignment which Janice had given me. Asking when we could meet. Asking if I was ready "for another cruise." Asking me out for ice-cream. Asking if I'd thought about the tongue-piercing.

I hadn't answered the texts because I knew I had to discuss the issue with John before I could make any commitments. Plus now I think I would need Jevon's permission too and it was all getting so confusing. Which made me feel kind of bad cause I was not being totally fair to Mr. Williamson. He had been sooooo nice to me that day, helping me out of a pickle as my Dad would say, the same day his wife delivered the bruiser Ethan. And I hated to be rude to him because I just was not brought up that way.

It was probably cause I felt bad that I didn't really try to change. The conversation I mean. Like I was drawn in against my will. Or maybe I was just curious.

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why is the christening..."

"So soon? I really couldn't say but..."

"No, I meant their house. Why is the christening at their house instead of at the church?"

"Oh it's just craziness. You know they used to be regular Presbyterians like us. But then Charles, I mean Mr. Williamson, got so liberal, don't ask me how, and I guess she just went along. Which I doubt I could do that even if Daddy is the head of the house. Cause I totally believe in wives being submissive and all..."

Sam chimed in "Colossians 3:18." She takes Bible study on Sundays and loves showing off how smart she is about it all. Which, I used to be good at it too at her age.

Mom smiled down at her. "Thank you Samantha! Yes, I believe in being submissive cause it's right there in the Bible and all but if he's going to go all liberal like Charles, I mean Mr. Williamson, did then I doubt...Cause even Pastor Krieg said wives shouldn't need to do absolutely everything their husbands, you know, want. Like if he wanted you to murder someone or such, not that Charles, I mean Mr. Williamson, would ever..."

"Mom!" Cause she gets so confusing and doesn't even know what she's talking about like 99% of the time. Even Sam agrees with me on that. 

"What about the house? Why is the christening at the house?"

"Well I'm telling you for goodness sake. It's that he, I mean Mr. Williamson, got all liberal and didn't want to do it at the church with Pastor Krieg so he went out and found some economical minister to do it at the house."

"Economical?"

"It means everyone is invited. The Baptists, Lutherans, Methodists, you name it. Even the Catholics and the Jews for goodness sake! Normal Presbyterians too even if Pastor Krieg says he's not sure it counts as a real baptism if it's only an economical minister. Like I said, so liberal now and all religions are equal and blah, blah, blah."

"You mean ecumenical?" Trying, as always, to be helpful.

"Well if that's another religion then I'm sure they'll be there too."

I'd been down the vocab road with Mom before and it was a tough way to spend time. Plus I guess I just wasn't in the mood to discuss the fine points of "economical" and "ecumenical." 

She paused and frowned trying to collect her thoughts. "I know Daddy will be upset but I can't help that." And then she cheered up again, "Anyway I'm getting a new outfit for it. It will be fun."

My main concern was getting far away from any notion that I'd be there along with the Baptists and Jews and Catholics.

"Well I can't go on Sunday."

"Why? You're not working again so soon are you? Cause I spoke with John and he said that..."

Sam's head popped up from the plate at the mention of John's name. Somehow she knew there was something juicy or exciting going on there.

"No not that. It's just...well Daddy says he wants me to relax and enjoy my summer and, well, Cindy and I already made plans for a beach day on Sunday."

Sam asked "Is her girlfriend going?" and then turned to Mom and announced, as she had once before, "Cindy is a lesbian now."

We both made a face at her and Mom turned back to me. Sam shrugged her shoulders and said "I think it's pretty liberal to go swimming with lesbians. Romans 1:26: Their women exchanged natural relations with those that are contrary to nature" and went back to eating her breakfast.

Which hurt a little I admit, I mean my own little sister feeling that way about lesbians because I was overcoming that phobia and probably could be considered about one tenth lesbian myself after eating all that pussy. I mean at least Maureen's and Kayla's and Kristin's even if I never got to go down on Beth although I have to admit that I certainly wanted hers even more than the other girls'. Still I didn't see why it was contrary to nature just to go to the beach with my oldest girlfriend, so it hurt a little.

Mom put her frowny face back on. But it wasn't for Sam this time, it was for me.

"Oh. Marcia, I mean Mrs. Williamson, will be so disappointed. At first when we got invited I thought it was just me and Daddy but then when I was leaving their house Charles, you know Mr. Williamson, followed me right out front and told me to make sure you came. He told me that Mrs. Williamson, of course he calls her Marcia, loved you so much but hardly ever got to see you. And how it would make Marcia's day, Mrs. Williamson's I mean, if you would come to their house. And would I please make sure that you knew it was important to them, both Mr. and Mrs. Williamson, cause they love you and cause it's an economical baptism where everyone gets to go."

So in the end I had to promise her, I mean Mom, that I would see if she, I mean Cin, and I, meaning me, could change our plan for the beach so I could go to their, I mean the Williamsons', house for his, Ethan's, baptism. Which I had slightly fibbed about that plan to begin with since I hadn't even spoken to Cin since before BTS and suddenly I remembered her, Cin's, yellow dress which I had totally forgotten about on the way out of BTS that morning.

So another problem.

Anyway Mom went out shopping alone since I said I was still too tired. Plus I figured I better nap again before my appointment with John (yeah!!) scheduled that evening for 6 p.m. I didn't want to be too tired to discuss everything that had happened, or to participate in my therapy or to do exactly whatever he wanted me to do. So I stayed home.

Sam went off for the afternoon to her tennis lessons and so I had the house to myself. I really was feeling tired again but thought I should stay up a bit to worry some more. So I did. First it was just about how to get the dress back because who knows where Jack and Beth and the other girls put it when I changed out of it at BTS to get into some old work clothes that day. That was when we were just cleaning the house prior to the auction. 

And then I had to worry about whether I actually would have the guts to go to the Williamson's and would he like corner me or something somewhere to ask about tongue rings or maybe even suggest a blowjob right there with his wife and baby and my parents and Sam somewhere nearby. Or maybe he'd want to fuck me again especially if his wife wasn't, you know, ready for that what with just having had a bruiser bash his way through the little thingy she had down there - which is a scary image for all girls. Thank God I didn't have to worry about that sort of thing now that I was so young and didn't have a husband or anything.

But then I started worrying more about Mom and what she actually did know, which I would totally ask John about later at my appointment. And then about how she was not wearing panties that night when she drove us home after she met with John and Janice, which even if I didn't have panties either at least that was understandable because BTS has a rule about keeping them after you get fucked there by a brother, I mean Jevon, for the first time. And about how now Mom was on her own medicine from John.




Caitlyn's Treatment Ch.17



That last one got me wondering. That night in the car I'd seen the label, which was something like Vagiblush or Vagifresh or whatever but that might be just the name of the feminine deodorant Mom uses but I don't really need to. She told me it was to control her blushing even if I had never noticed that was such a big problem with her. And I set off into her bedroom, hers and Daddy's that is, to see if I could find it to make sure. It wasn't in the medicine cabinet in their bath cause probably she didn't want Daddy to see it. Girls really like to be private about that sort of thing. And it wasn't in her nightstand or her jewelry box or any of the other obvious places.

And then I went and found it hidden under some of Mom's lingerie, which is smart cause she figured guys like Daddy would never look there. But there it was: Vagiwell Blush. And I looked closer at the label now and it said "1 pill before bedtime daily, 2 if intercourse is expected." Maybe the idea was that if you need to control a blushing problem then you would really need it if you were, you know, about to fool around, especially if you were, like Mom, a married woman whose husband definitely would not expect her to blush no matter what he wanted her to do.

But then I went to my room and looked it up on the internet, which is a good place to look things up, and it wasn't that at all. The article I found said it was an all-natural (good), herbal (good), remedy for women who experienced painful intercourse and/had trouble achieving orgasm. It also said that the mainstream medical schools "doubted its efficacy" which I looked up and it meant they thought it was fake or something. But John had explained how wrong doctors could be about herbal medicines so I wasn't surprised. 

I freaked immediately! Mom had trouble down ..., you know, down there? Or it hurt? When she and Daddy did it? Or she didn't even enjoy it the way a good wife should cause it would make it better for her husband? OMG that was so sad for her and Daddy!

I read more and it explained things really well. Cause what the blush is, well it's not for your face but for your labia, which are parts of the vagina, and the other parts inside a girl. Which if they get more blood get engorged really nice, like nice full lips on a girl's mouth, and that opens the girl up like a flower, which means it exposes her clitoris and all the other juicy parts to whatever her man is wanting to do to her. Plus when the lips of the vagina engorge it makes the man's penis feel bigger in her like she's totally filled with him which is the feeling I got with Jevon and Barney and is very nice. And finally it gets the girl like super wet which is helpful in getting everything nice and slick and slippery for him while he's fucking her.

It's amazing what these doctors or scientists or whatever like John can do to help women, and I was happy for Mom that John could help her just like he helped me with T-nodes in my breasts with the GT. I still didn't know what she knew about the BTS event but at least I thought it was good for her to be in John's control because he'd know just what to do with her.

So then I sat on my bed and worried about the possible job for her at BTS which she had mentioned to me and now even Daddy knew about. And that was the most upsetting, or maybe tied with her not having panties because it would be hard to believe that John would want the panties of a 37 year old woman even if she still did have awfully nice breasts for her age. But I was too exhausted to really think about it much - just like Daddy had said - and I lay my head on the pillow and fell asleep in like 2 minutes. 

The next thing I knew Sam was shaking my arm to wake me up. I bolted right up and looked around. I was right! The clock said 6:20 and I was supposed to have met with John at 6! I felt this terrific sadness and almost terror at the idea I was missing him and that it was all my fault and I might have started crying if Sam had not interrupted.

"Don't worry about it."

"What? Don't worry about...?"

"About you appointment."

I looked at her eyes. But Sam is inscrutable. How did she know about it?

"That girl Kim, the one who works for that John guy you see? Mom told me about her, cause they're like friends or something now. That Kim called like two hours ago to cancel. Said John had a crisis with some girl in Denver and had to go to see her. Said he told her not to wake you or anything so I didn't."

"Oh my God, he cancelled?"

"Yup."

"Denver? What? A girl there?"

"Yup."

I felt relief that at least it wouldn't be my fault, but still I so needed to see him! And I admit that I got annoyed even if I have no right to. But not at John just at the idea that some bitch in Denver...

"What else did she say?"

"Said you could see someone named Janice tomorrow if you wanted. Or you could wait till next Monday for John to be back."

"Oh."

I knew immediately that I would wait for him. I mean Janice is awesome and knows like everything and is really good to me. But the last time I saw her with John had been the day Jevon ended up taking me to BTS to show me where I would work. She ate my pussy that day before Jevon came in and I thought that was really loving and sweet even if it did freak me out at the time. But still it would be too awkward to meet with her alone. I think we would both need John there to really tell us the right way to behave now. 

Sam interrupted my thoughts. "What's it all about? Why do you see these people?"

"It's...aaaah...it's just kind of, you know, related to some...some therapy I have."

"About boyfriend problems I bet. Julian?"

"Well, maybe. Kind of...it's hard to explain."

But that was enough information for her. Thank God she's not really all that interested in my problems.

"Yeah, well at least it means you're not a lesbian. And Mom seems to like them all so I guess it's OK."

"Yeah."

So the two of us went downstairs for dinner. Mom had just got in the door herself and seemed only a little spacier than usual. It was so late that she brought back pizza for all of us - I mean at least for the 3 beavers since Daddy was missing it again cause of some important business meetings he always has. 

Mom modelled her new blue dress while Sam and I ate. I thought it was really pretty even if it was kind of too low cut I thought for a baptism. She always goes for that sort of dress and I guess Daddy allows it so it must be OK. She showed us her new bracelet and necklace which were pearl thingy's nice for middle aged women I guess and put on her new high heels. Which I really liked cause none of us Desjardin girls is all that tall to begin with and I thought they made her legs look really pretty.

And Sam wandered away to the den while Mom showed me 3 new bra and panty sets she'd bought so she'd have a choice on Sunday and they were really pretty and kind of sexy the way she likes. And then she surprised me with 2 nice new sets for me too even if it wasn't that much of a surprise because she usually gets me some lingerie whenever she goes in for herself. And I thought my things were super nice, these really tiny panties and bras one with Snoopy and one that was a really pretty pale green which make a girl feel so feminine even if the bras did remind me of how small my boobs really are. Mom is very thoughtful in that way.

After that we all watched some stupid movie which I didn't really pay attention to and almost started crying a couple of times cause of my missed appointment. But in the end I was OK and went back up to bed and to sleep around 9:30 just as Daddy was getting home.

The next day was Wednesday and really nothing happened at all. Daddy left on a business trip to China, which is in Asia, of all places and we all got to hug and kiss him and say a nice goodbye. I guess there must have been some emergency over there because it hadn't been planned at all. And Mom said "Oh, no! You'll miss the christening" meaning the Williamson baby and Daddy said "Well it can't be helped and you'll have the girls with you" which was quite a shock because I'd already forgotten about that what with all the other problems I had.

But after that like nothing.

Sam and I hung out at the pool and I tanned and swam a little and still slept a lot. Mom disappeared for 3 hours in the afternoon and when she returned she wouldn't really say much other than she had been "out with the girls." But she was looking a little more dazed and goofy-happy than the day before and didn't seem like she'd been drinking so I sort of doubted that was the whole story. Which got me worrying again about her.

Then I went for a run. I was afraid I'd be getting fat cause I hadn't really exercised for almost a week. Unless you count getting tied up and fucked, which is pretty physically demanding when you think about it. So it felt really good to work out again. And after the run I did about a million sit-ups and then used Mom's Stairmaster to help firm my butt cause all girls need to worry about that area even the ones like me who are still 18. After that I ate a little dinner and was a really good-tired now from the workout and so I went to bed early. Only 4 days till I got to see John!

It was the following day, Thursday, when things got weird, and I mean weird-bad. As soon as I got up I saw the text message from Julian, sent at 3:45 A.M., breaking up with me. How we weren't right for each other, how he'd fallen in love for real with some slut named Jasmine, how he wished me the best but we couldn't see each other anymore, and how sorry he was. 

I sat on my bed and had to read it like 5 times till it totally sunk in. Then I sat and cried for like an hour. We had been so much in love!

And then I got mad, and I mean really mad like only us girls get when we get super screwed over by a guy we like totally love and have done everything for. Like he didn't even know how much I had done for him!

Which, the part that really got to me was the "sorry" part cause I didn't believe that for a second. And I'm thinking after all I'd done for him to make him happy and how devoted and faithful I'd been. I mean not counting what I had to do with John and with Mr. Williamson and with Jevon and Barney and Brandon cause that was all for Julian to begin with. And not counting the girls like Beth and Maureen and Kayla and Kristin cause that had been part of my job more or less. And how I'd cleaned and cooked for him and even shaved my pussy just to make him happy - although John and Jevon both thought it suited me anyhow - and how hard I had worked at trying to Fellate-Fix myself and had to use GT and do exercises and read a book and go to therapy and everything else. And all the worry about whether I was good enough for him. 

It's awful to say but I think I hated him then.

And I stayed totally po'd till about noon wandering around the house all by myself and thinking how I'd like to send back one of those texts which are so mean and devastating. Something like "My blowjobs are better than Jasmine's" or "I think she's a whore" or "You are sooooo mean" or "You don't have any idea what you're missing" or something. But nothing seemed quite right and in the end I never responded. Which was probably for the best.

Then I picked up a banana for lunch and carried it upstairs to my room. I was so upset and distracted laying there on the bed crying that before I knew what I was doing I was sucking on it, sucking on it banana peel and all probably cause it stays hard that way. When I realized what I was doing I smiled for the first time and suddenly things seemed to get better. Even my thoughts about him.

I mean in the end I have to say that Julian was a horrible boyfriend and I probably never really actually loved him and he was really mean. So good riddance. 

But there was a good side too. I mean despite his being a dick our relationship had led to so many good things. Like getting to know John and getting the T-nodes in my breasts all taken care of and how that would improve my oral skills, which are important to every girl. And how John and Janice had been so loving and kind with all my other problems as well. And how I'd actually fallen in love not once like Julian had with the slut but 3 separate times with 3 wonderful men. And how I still loved all of them even if mostly I was in total love now with Barney. And how if not for Julian hating my blowjobs I would never have even met any of them to begin with. And how I got into the U and was a college girl now and how I knew all these wonderful men at BTS and could work for them. And how even my L-E-Z phobia was pretty much gone now that I knew how wonderful it was to go down on a girl and lick up her wonderful flavors and scents.

But still. He really he was a dick. And for a second I even added to myself "like all men" but I didn't really mean it cause Barney or Daddy or some men would never ever do that to a girl.

Anyway I started to feel really much better and went in for a swim and everything seemed pretty nice.

And then I got depressed again and then Mom went out for the entire evening again and Sam was over her girlfriend's house and how I binge-watched "Sex and The City" to cheer up but it really didn't do much to help even if I loved seeing the outfits the girls wore. I sat there crying and saying to myself "only 3 more days."



Caitlyn's Treatment Ch.18



This chapter is the second of 2 parts transitioning Caitlyn from her BTS event to the time when she and John meet - together with two other people of interest. Not much sex here, it's more about how Caitie is processing things and the complications in her life.

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After BTS, waiting for John - Part 2

On Friday things were a little bit better cause Jevon called me to thank me for all my hard work and attention to detail and how he knew it wasn't easy being owned by Brandon for 3 whole days and how great I'd done and how impressed all the guys were with me and how Barney in particular sent his love and thanks and how I'd be sure to see them all again soon even if there weren't currently any BTS events scheduled that would need me. Which was nice. And I pictured Jevon all during the call and how he'd been in his private apartment in the BTS house and how loving and sweet and forceful he had been with me. How much he'd loved watching me goof around dancing in my panties and bra before he went at me (3 times!) and didn't even, you know, ever get soft like in his penile region in between.

Suddenly I wanted then to ask him if he ever got my panties back after the auction cause if you recall he threw them into the audience at one point and God knows who had them. I was pretty concerned that they should end up where they belonged in that drawer or whatever in BTS house where they keep all the panties from the girls who get fucked there for the first time. But before I could ask that I began to wonder if I could ask him that other question - the one I had asked Barney - about what would happen if a girl happened not to be wearing panties on the night when one of the brothers fucked her. Cause even if Barney did his best to answer me and even if I love him like crazy, probably even more than I love Jevon or even John, I still knew that Jevon was in charge there and he would know for sure what happened and that Barney seemed really to be guessing.

And even if I think it's pretty slutty I know some girls do not wear panties out especially, like my cousin Julia, when they are going out clubbing to meet guys. Like I visited her a year earlier at her dorm at State, cause she didn't get into the U the way I had, and met her girlfriends and a lot of them seemed like total sluts. Julia and at this one other friend got dressed right in front of me in her room and I know for a fact that neither of them wore panties that night. I didn't get to go with them cause I was too young and Julia had promised her mom, my Aunt Claudia, so I stayed in her room and read a bit but mostly wondered what they were doing. And I ended up naming Julia's friends The Pussy Posse and even gave them the motto Pantiless Princesses Parading Proudly cause they did seem pretty stuck up about how good looking they all were. Which I have to admit was sort of true.

Anyway, by the time I had thought all these things - and during which Jevon continued telling me how great I had been and how cute I had looked on stage in the slave outfit and how the guys had liked how I shimmied my little butt for them when Jevon had bent me over on stage - I mean by that time Jevon said he had to run and would be in contact soon and so hung up. So in the end I never got to ask even about my own panties never mind about the girls without panties.

And then that afternoon while I was sunbathing and wondering whether I should just take a drive by BTS house to see if anything was going on, like maybe Jack was there and needed some help (although that would be awkward) or even to do some of the actual cleaning that Dad thought was my entire job (as if!) or maybe one or 2 of the guys where there, maybe even Barney, and they'd want to hang out and just chat or watch TV or whatever, into my yard walked Beth! 

I was like "What??????" and I must have jumped up and my mouth was wide open in astonishment which made her laugh. And we hugged cause I wasn't even wet or oily or anything and I wouldn't have otherwise cause she looked so cute - really so beautiful I mean but cute too cause now outdoors in my back yard she suddenly looked so young and innocent. Like I guess I did to her and to other people too. And she had these little white short-shorts and a cute top without even a bra cause her breasts are so awesome she doesn't need one even if they are pretty big, especially compared with mine. And I realized I had on this pretty old bikini like 2 years old and it wasn't even near my cutest and I sort of got embarrassed.

Beth said "You look like you've seen a ghost."

"Oh! Beth. I'm so sorry. I'm just super surprised to see you here." And then I thought that sounded like criticism of her like maybe she shouldn't just pop in which was totally not my intention so I said "But oh my God I'm so happy to see you. It's so nice of you to come over."

And I was wondering did she just come over to hang out like we were girlfriends now and I tried not to presume about it but that was hard cause it would be awesome if we were. Like if she and I hung out together a lot and she could give me advice about clothes and makeup and men and whatever. And then sometimes we'd get together with Jevon for her and Barney for me and we'd all have a blast. But then I caught another look at her and how beautiful she really was and I was afraid that maybe I looked like a teenaged boy in my bikini. I mean especially standing next to her. Cause the top is still a bit roomy for my tits even if it's 2 years old because my boobs had barely grown in all that time.

But she wasn't there for that, for just hanging out I mean. She kissed me and we hugged and she said "Oh. Honey you are too cute! And it's so nice to see you too - especially outside of the office." Which made us both laugh cause it wasn't like work was so hard or anything but it was definitely different than just meeting by my pool. And she said "But I just have a minute and I have to run to get ready for tonight."

I was afraid to ask what "tonight" meant. I remembered that Jevon had said there were no events I was needed for which meant maybe there were events for Beth, just not for me. And I must have looked sad then cause she hugged me again and said all bright and cheery "Jevon told me he forgot to mention the tips when he called you and he was going to send Jack over with them. But I thought I should do it cause...well, just cause, so anyway here I am."

And I was totally glad it was her instead of Jack, especially after what had happened between he and I in Brandon's room on the last night but also because who wouldn't rather see her than Jack? And if I'm honest then I have to say now that my L-E-Z phobia is under repair ("Lovely Lez Lass Learns to Lick" would be the headline) I was mostly in love with her too even if maybe a tad less than with the guys. And I was thinking about how I missed out on eating her pussy on that night but had been able to kiss and lick and suck her tits, which was incredible in itself. And I knew - I could tell - that she knew I was thinking about it which meant that she was too and I kind of blushed and she kind of blushed and we both looked away and then we sat.

Beth pulled an envelope from her little bag and handed it to me. "Your wages young lady" she said.

And I opened it and there were all the $100, and $50 and $20 bills inside and I was like "What?..." cause I had totally forgotten about what they had said about tips and maybe it was cause I never really believed it to begin with. I mean tips? For just doing that?

And I must have looked astonished again and sat there with my mouth hanging open again cause she laughed at me again - I mean in a nice, friendly way but still - and said "All there? Should be $5,000 even." And I couldn't speak so she reached over and touched my knee gently and then leaned in and this time gave me the nicest kiss ever right on the mouth and she let it linger a little and so did I, probably especially me, and she leaned in further and her hand cupped my breast but just for a second and then she jumped up again.

"I wish I could stay. Your home and pool look so nice." She picked up her bag ready to leave.

"But...but...?"

"Yes Caitie?" And I liked it when she called my name like that.

"But all this money? I mean I feel bad."

"Why honey? You certainly earned it." And I figured then that she meant being with Brandon and that she probably even knew what had happened with me and her husband in that room and I was blushing and nervous cause what if she hated me for it? But she didn't. I could tell that for sure. Cause right after she said it she gave me another beautiful smile and even said "Love you!" And left as quick as she'd come.

With me bathed in confusion and all sorts of feelings and with a wad of money still in my hand. It took me more than an hour to calm down but when I did I realized I better hide the money cause I didn't want to have to explain to even Mom where it had come from. And so I hid it in my closet inside the pages of Oral Techniques buried under a pile of old gym clothes from my senior year.

And then - it may be selfish but I'm just telling the truth here - and then I started to really enjoy the idea. Sure I felt bad that this money too didn't go to the orphans, or to BTS house itself, or to maybe some of the other girls who didn't have rich parents like I did. But at the same time I'm thinking of the amazing outfits I can buy with it and how I really did sort of earn it by being of use in the auction and how I wanted to get for starters the exact same outfit Beth had on and I was pretty happy then.

Mom came back around 6 in just the same state as the day before. Again she had been "out with some of the girls." Again I didn't totally believe her. And then she winked at me, kind of private like and like we were in things together. Cause Sam was there I think but I would have been kind of too afraid to talk to her about it anyway.

We had lasagna that night that was totally delicious and watched the movie "Home Alone" together on our Blu-ray DVD surround sound system and I was still pretty happy and still thinking about all that money I had for just me. And it seemed like the right time so I told Mom and Sam how Julian had broken up with me and they were both so sweet - especially Mom - and came over and hugged me on the couch and Mom and I cried together a little and then we went back to watching the movie, which is quite funny.

Then the following day was Saturday and it turned out even better, not that I thought much could be as good as kissing Beth while she cupped my little tit. I was just hanging around in my room texting back and forth with Cindy cause we were both bored and she was starting to tell me how she was having girlfriend problems with Shelly. And then she called and I told her about Julian right after she told me about Shelly who she thought was fooling with some slut girl they'd met while they were out dancing. And we were like sisters again then pouring out our hearts to one another. I was afraid she'd ask about the yellow dress, or about details from my cousin's wedding but she never did so that was good.

And then I saw Barney's name come up on my phone!! He was calling me!! So I ditched Cin pretty quick which felt a little bit rude but I knew she would totally understand if she knew the circumstances. Cause it was a man I mean.

Barney said he only had a second on the phone and I had to be pretty quiet because Mom and Samantha were still home somewhere. He told me how sweet and pretty I was (blush!) and that I was a good girl (blush!) and how much he liked petite girls with small tits (bigger blush!) and how hot I was riding him (double tingle-blush!!) with my little white titties bouncing up and down (getting wet down there blush!!) and how tight and slick my little cunt was (triple orgasmic-blush!!) and how much he had enjoyed having his thick cock up inside splitting me in half (five-alarm wet-panties-erect-clit-blush) and how he must have "shot a gallon of it" in me (no blush - passed out momentarily) and how he hoped we could get together again really soon (dropped dead.) And then again that I was a good girl. And then he hung up. Or actually he said one other thing first although I could hardly understand human language by then - they were just sounds. Which was that Jack was on his way over with something for me and to be sure to get it while I was alone.

I took a minute - or it might have been 10 minutes I couldn't exactly tell - to come out of the bliss of it all and when I did I panicked. For a couple of reasons. First I now understood what the words had meant: "get it while I was alone." They meant "alone." And that meant I had somehow to get by Mom and Sam to try to meet Jack somewhere outdoors before he could come in the house or ring the bell. Especially since I remembered that Mom had actually met Jack because he came over the house with Kim to get some clothes for me the day Barney took me out to lunch. And no way did I want them meeting again - especially if Jack had with him something that I should only see "alone."

And not only that. But the thing with Jack and I on that night. I mean I know now looking back at this that I'm being all mysterious and weird about it. Believe me you would be too. But I guess I better tell you all. After all John expects me to be honest in everything that's happening to me and I totally owe it to him to do that. So here it is.

I knew that Brandon's plan for me on our last night as owner and slave was to fuck me in the ass. It's some kind of crazy tradition he has with girls he buys at auction, especially if, like me, they're virgins back there. Naturally I was pretty nervous about it. And with good reason. I mean he was actually very nice about it and used like tons of lube on me before he put it in. But it still hurt like the Dickens (as my Dad would say.) and then after he did it to me in the bed on all fours and we rested awhile he bent me over the back of the couch and did it to me again. This time the only lube was the cum that was already inside of me and I have got to say it hurt even more. And I started thinking that he had accessed my ass assiduously but stopped cause I thought it might bring on a 3rd fuck there.

The good news was that it actually didn't hurt all that long. I mean like 10 minutes afterwards I could still feel it but really it wasn't bad by then. So you're probably wondering like what's the big deal. Cause like he told me someone was going to fuck me in the ass eventually and it might as well be him and I might as well get it over with. Which was totally true.

But it wasn't that. It was the Jack part. What happened was that Jack, who was always trying to get invited to see us girls - but especially his wife Beth - getting fucked, had volunteered to video my anal deflowering for Brandon. He later told me he had laughed Jack off. But then just before we went up to our room that night, I mean right after the L-E-Z, he changed his mind and told Jack that he could do it - but with one condition. And that condition turned out to be that Jack also got fucked in the ass. 

To which you're saying: Whoa Brandon is gay! - like sometimes I used to think about myself before I got all mature. 

But no. Jack would get fucked but not by Brandon, by me. And so after Jack filmed me getting reamed twice he was told to disrobe and bend over and then Brandon fitted me out with this contraption which was a fake cock connected to all these straps and rubber bands and hoops and things which went right around my sore butt and my thighs and right up over my pussy and then I had to lube up Jack's butt and then fuck him. Which I did. And he came on the rug while I did him. The end.

And now you can see why I was so worried about seeing Jack again. For the first time since. And why I had felt super awkward with Beth cause I do think she must know that I had fucked her husband in the ass. And why I would feel even more awkward with Jack himself. And why I had to wonder exactly how many people knew and especially did Barney know. Because it was very embarrassing.

And now that I've told you that I'm never ever going to mention it again.

Anyway it turned out to be actually pretty easy. I was already dressed of course so all I did was sneak down the back staircase all the way to the garage and out the garage door. I snuck across the back lawn onto the Feingold's property and then out their driveway to the street and down the block to the intersection where I was pretty sure Jack would have to travel. I kind of sat on this wall there behind some bushes so not everyone in the neighborhood would know my business and start asking questions.

And for once in my life I had planned things out well ("Fearless Fellatrix Finds Fucked Friend") cause sure enough within about 7 minutes he rolled on by. I flagged him down and he stopped. I approached the window. He handed out one of those pretty large manila envelopes. We both said "Hi" at the same time. He never looked over at me. He drove away. Thank God!

So then I needed to get off the street where anyone and everyone could see me so I just shoved the envelope down the back of my shorts and pulled the shirt over it to cover it up and headed back in. I thought of going back again the tricky way but then saw Mrs. Feingold out watering her flowers and thought I better not. So I just marched up through the front door and when I did banged almost right into Mom in the front hall.

"Caitie? What are you doing out front? Thought you were still upstairs."

"Oh. No. I...I had to go..."

"Go where?"

"Out to my car I guess."

"You guess? What...?"

But then I caught my fearless rhythm and said confidently "Yes. My car. Had to..." and with only a tiny pause continued "to get my jacket."

"You did? Well where is it?"

"Where is what?"

"Your jacket."

"What jacket?"

"The jacket. The one you said..."

"You mean my red parka?"

"I guess. I mean I thought..."

"Oh my God, Mom! It's too hot for a parka." I think I managed to say it just right, with a tone of exasperation like she was an idiot, which is often a useful technique with her even if was a little unfair in this one case. I looked at her like is this a free country or not? Can I wear or not wear a jacket without your permission? Cause like I said it works with her and she gets herself even more confused than usual. 

And I said "So I just..." But I let that trail off as I headed up the stairs walking sort of sideways so she wouldn't see that I had anything hidden under my clothing. And I think that worked too cause she just kept looking to see if I was going to finish the sentence and never said anything after that. 

Once I got upstairs I knew to look out the window and sure enough there she was, looking in the windows of my car to see if the red parka was inside. Which I knew it wasn't but I was in the clear by then.

So I locked the bedroom door. And then I went in my bathroom and locked that door too. Because with Mom around you can't be too safe, not that she's like some criminal mastermind who can jimmy locks or something but she does tend to burst in unexpectedly at times when I'd prefer some privacy.

Finally I took out the envelope, which had some metal clasp or something on it and it had been rubbing against my butt and kind of hurt, and opened it. And inside was the nicest present ever from a guy. Pictures of the 2 of us. Well mostly of the 2 of us. But the other brothers and girls too because the pictures were the ones that professional photographer had taken just before the special L-E-Z event us girls had put on to help fill the tip jar

There were like 20 good size photos, maybe 8 by 10's or something and the first bunch were all of us girls kneeling before the men in our slave outfits, and then a few of us turned around so it looked like we were blowing them (which we totally were not) and then some of us nude in front of them. And then there were a few of just me and Barney and formal almost like they were our prom pictures or something. Him behind me with his big strong arm around my should like protecting me and one where he's reaching around my front to display the BTS locket which hung from the pretty gold chain around my hips and down over my pussy. And then a really nice picture of him sharing a sip of his wine with me and the photographer had caught my boobs just right to where they looked bigger than I think they really are - and looked really cute too. And then there were pictures of just us girls doing our event and 3 of me going down on the different girls including the one where my mouth and tongue are reaching up between Maureen's thighs for my first taste of pussy ever and another one where I'm kissing Beth's breasts.




Caitlyn's Treatment Ch.18



They were incredible. And not just cause everyone, including me I hope but I try not to be so conceited, looked so sexy and hot and wonderful, but because they were all such nice mementos of an event which I knew I would never, ever forget.

And the ones of me and Barney? All I can say is that they mean so much to me. Cause he was only the most wonderful man ever! And even if I was only his lend at the event and not really owned by him I felt like he was my actual owner, no disrespect to Brandon, and that I would love him forever. And the picture where he is displaying the locket meant so much to me, his face all serious but happy too if you know what I mean. And my second favorite was of me kissing Beth's breasts.

After that it took me like hours to calm down and I did actually have to lie down and masturbate not once but twice which is not all that wrong if it's for a man you love and besides I hardly ever do it and it felt incredible. And I had to tell Sam to go away when she started banging on the door to see if I wanted to go for a swim. And they left me alone which was nice.

After all that I had to get up and hide the pictures which made me sad because I would have loved to hang one or two or even all of them on the walls of my bedroom. And I had a perfect spot opposite the bed next to the big picture I have there of Anne Hathaway in a bikini where you can see her breasts are so nice and even a little of her butt which you can tell she works really hard on. But of course I couldn't do that and in the end I hid them together with the tip money under all those old smelly gym clothes cause at least no one would ever look there.

At dinner I was snapped out of it by Mom asking again would I be at the christening the next day. She said for "baby Edgar" and Sam and I immediately corrected her to "baby Ethan" and in the end both Sam and I couldn't get out of it.

And so on Sunday first the 3 of us went to 10 o'clock services at Pastor Krieg's church which was nice even if I was a bit distracted most of the time. He preached on "the good wife" and I think he probably made a lot of sense but I can't really remember much of it.

Then we went home to change for the christening. Mom got into her new outfit of course and I have to admit looked really pretty and feminine. I felt bad though cause she was a little sad that Daddy wasn't there to lead her. I thought I would feel better by getting into a totally cute outfit but then I realized I better be careful not to wear anything that would get Mr. Williamson too excited. So in the end it was a very modest rose dress that buttoned all the way up the front and isn't short or anything - just about mid-thigh. I did put on a super cute panty-bra set (soft yellow with these adorable little blue and red butterflies) because it's nice to feel sexy underneath even when you're dress is pretty plain. And Sam just had on her usual little girl skirt and blouse and she looked cute too.

So the 3 beavers set off for the Williamsons. And I was pretty nervous but I shouldn't have been. It turned out fine, or at least fine for me. There was this huge crowd in the house - Mom said "told you so!" So we just mingled and met the ecumenical (!) minister, Pastor Daniels, and chatted with family friends and cooed over the baby and kissed Mrs. Williamson who, if she was totally happy to see me like I was her long lost love or something, kept that feeling well hidden. Not that she wasn't nice, she was. And I looked at her and saw that having a baby was really hard on a girl's figure so I felt bad for her. Still I thought she looked pretty - and she did beam cause she was definitely the center of attention.

And Mr. Williamson was nice as could be and was all busy entertaining guests - all those Methodists and Baptists - and all he did was kiss first Mom and then me and then even Sam on the cheek. And told us all how pretty we all looked even if he was staring right at me when he said it, which I think Mom definitely noticed. And we ate sandwiches and cake and then had some punch cause Mom said they didn't want to offend the Baptists with wine and beer, even if everyone knew that some of the Catholics had brought their own whiskey and were drinking it on the back deck.

The only thing that happened with me was that once when I was in the hallway with a lot of girls my age like Jenny Snow and Alicia Mondale and Wendy Phillips and Mr. Williamson had to squeeze through to get into the garage to bring in more soft drinks well he took the opportunity to run his big hand across my rear end and give it a little pinch while his other hand brushed across my breasts as I hugged up to the wall. Which wasn't so bad at all compared to what I'd been afraid of and I could tell the other girls hadn't even seen it. Then with the girls' backs to him he turned and made that phone cradle thing with his hand and fingers at me and then ran his tongue across his upper lip. Then he was gone.

About 10 minutes later Pastor Krieg came in. He came right over to us girls. At first he just seemed kind of spacey and funny. But I think he might have been a little drunk too. At least he was slurring his words a bit when he told Alicia, as he leaned in too close to her and gripped her upper arm, that she was the prettiest girl in the choir and could sing hymns for him any time. It made us all a little nervous, and made her blush too. I'm pretty sure she's a virgin.

Right after that Pastor Krieg got in an argument with Pastor Daniels. Something about the true definition of "holy orders." It was a little embarrassing to tell you the truth. Then the two of them began to get a little bit loud and the language started to get a little bit rough. Pastor Daniels said something mean about predestination and then Pastor Krieg got off a good one about original sin. Everyone in the room was staring at them. And then Pastor Krieg was saying "Bullshit! Bullshit! Bullshit!" pretty loud.

So finally Mr. W. had to step in to separate them. 

The whole thing happened in the living room right in front of Mrs. Williamson and she started to cry. Which made baby Ethan begin to howl and spit up formula all over her nice dress. Then one of the Catholics who had got drunk out back fell through the screen door as he looked in to see what the commotion was. 

It might have been OK except he fell right on top of Mrs. Williamson's grandmother who was like 100 or something. She was lying on the floor moaning and writhing while he lay atop her alternately cursing and shouting "sweet Mother of God!" I think he was too drunk to get up on his own. Some of the other old ladies started hitting him with their canes and yelling for him to get off and Mr. Williamson had to come over to free his mother. 

Mr. W. is so strong that he was able to lift that big beefy Catholic right off her. The Catholic stumbled to his feet and then fell back the other way through the door, the same one he'd entered by a minute earlier. This time he hit the frame and tempered glass and the door exploded. Glass was flying everywhere and I heard a Baptist scream "My eyes! He got my goddamned eyes!"

The fight between pastors continued through all of this. Mr. W. was still comforting the grandmother, which left Pastor Krieg free to scream "Fuck that!" and take a swing at Pastor Daniels. He got him really good right on the nose and blood started pouring everywhere as Pastor Daniels crumbled in a heap on the living room carpet. By then almost everyone in the room was screaming or swearing. Some of the Methodists had banded together behind the ecumenical minister and were circling Pastor Krieg in a threatening way.

Then another Catholic was fighting his way through the mangled frame of the door. He was screaming at Mr. W. and seemed to think that he, Mr. W. I mean, had intentionally thrown the first Catholic through the glass door. Which was totally unfair cause I'd seen him stumble on his own. But then the second one got through and launched himself. Mr. W. fell back to protect himself which made the Catholic land right on the grandmother. She was having a pretty tough day. 

This time the old ladies didn't need to use their canes cause Mr. W. was up and had his hands clenched together and was clubbing the man on the back of the neck while he screamed "Get the fuck off her."

Me and the other girls had a really good look at everything from the hall right off the living room.

Mom grabbed me and told me it was time to go. We found Sam in the kitchen inspecting the hors d'oeuvres and discussing Thessalonians with the black maid the Williamson's had hired for the day. Back there you really couldn't hear much of the ruckus. Which surprised me. Mom and I each grabbed a hand and were pulling Sam away. Then we were sneaking out the front door and heard Pastor Daniels say "Motherfucker sucker punched me." We could hear a slap and another punch and some moans, but I couldn't tell from whom. Then the screaming started again and drowned it all out. Someone threw a lamp across the room and it exploded on the wall over Mrs. Williamson's head just as we got out.

By the time we got to the car an ambulance was pulling up, probably for the old lady and the Catholic and the Baptist but maybe for the ecumenical minister and the second Catholic as well. It was a pretty high body count for a baptism.

I think all 3 of us were in shock. Sam was saying "Be not afraid nor dismayed by reason of this great multitude; for the battle is not yours, but God's. - 2 Chronicles 20:15." And Mom was all jittery and fumbling to get the key in the ignition and telling Sam to be quiet for goodness sake. And then Mom said she hoped that baby Edgar and Marcia, she meant Mrs. W., had not been hurt and Sam and I didn't even bother to correct her. And I know I was kind of dazed myself, which is unusual for me.

But even so I was able to turn to Mom and look her in the eye as I reached out to squeeze her hand. I said "You were right. Economical baptism is definitely not the way to go." Cause I guess that, as confused as she often is, her instincts on these things are pretty good. 

And she appreciated me saying it, I could tell. Finally she got the key in, started the car up and we drove off.

As we turned the corner off the Williamson's street we saw a second ambulance and 2 police cars scream past with lights flashing. But by then I was already over it. All I could think of was "Tomorrow I see John."



Caitlyn's Treatment Ch.19



"Her cunt is first rate."

"No argument there."

"Depth, grip, slickness. Action and presentation. Good in every category."

"Absolutely."

"Call it a 9."

"Why not a 10? Or even a 9.5?"

"We're using straight average here. A 10, a 9 and an 8 gives us the average of 9."

"I see. One pretty hard grader there."

"You can probably guess who. But no matter, a 9 for her pussy."

"Understood. What do you have for ass?"

"8, 8 and 9 gives us 8.3."

"And tits?"

"7.0"

"The tough grader?"

"Was a 5 of all things. I think her tits are adorable. But 5, 7 and 9 so OK in the end."

They paused and thought this over silently.

"Mouth and throat?"

"8.3 – which if anything is generous."

"Hmmm."

He shifted uncomfortably and seemed to want to object. Then shrugged his shoulders and moved on.

"Face and hair."

"9.3 – her best score."

"Yes, I think she's very pretty. What do you have next?"

"Body type. A 9.0 average. The boys like petite."

"What's it give overall?"

"Just under 8.5 straight average and 8.3 with the weighting. We had the mouth high on that so..."

"Yeah. Figured."

"Which is not bad. Beats the 8.1 average for girls we've processed over the last 5 years. And those girls tend to be the good ones who can get that far. We figure the campus average at the U, even just counting the prettier girls who would stand a chance, is more like 7.2 or something. You should be proud of Caitie."

"Yeah. Well...I guess I shouldn't be too disappointed but we thought...you know 8.5 or even 8.6. Cause she really has worked on her mouth. On her cocksucking."

"We know that. It's in the scores."

"There's a lot of upside there on that. Potential for improvement I mean."

"We agree. That's in the scores too."

He shrugged his shoulders again and let his face go blank.

"OK. I get it. Let's move on."

"Yeah. Submission. Spirit. Soul of a slut. Call it what you will."

"Right."

"More subjective obviously."

His eyebrows rose.

"You getting me ready for more bad news?"

She let out a little laugh. "On the contrary. I think you'll like this one."

"Aaaah. Good! Lead on MacDuff!"

"All right then. We went with 4 broad categories: submissiveness, eagerness, anticipation and reaction/resolve."

"Aaaah. Yes. I mean...what exactly do you count in the last one – the reaction/resolve?"

"Is she happy after serving? Does she review her performance? Does she commit to improvement? And do so happily? Is she a good role model for the other girls and does she encourage them? For that matter does she encourage herself?"

"Fine. I think. So how'd she do?"

"Really excellent. You'll be proud of her. A 9.7 on submissiveness. She almost ran the table there."

"That one hard grader?"

She smiled. "Yes. Him again. But don't focus there – there's an easy grader in here too."

"Hmmm."

"You'll see. Eager beaver – still excellent, a 9.3. Reaction/resolve is again 9.7."

"Nice. I'm glad they saw that."

"One of her greatest strengths. She's committed to improving. The only underperform was anticipation. She got an 8.3, which is still pretty good."

"You mean she didn't..."

"Anticipate? Not always I guess but I'm not sure of the details. There was a 7 in there."

"The hard grader. Brandon I suppose."

"No comment." She giggled.

"So what's the average?"

"Call it 9.3, no weighting here. I mean they're all weighted the same. So 9.3 is it."

"How's it compare?"

"Outstanding. Average over the last 5 years is 8.2 so statistically she's..."

"Off the charts?"

She smiled at him again. "Well I wouldn't go quite that far. We've had 3 better over those years. Me for example."

He laughed. "Of course I meant present company excepted. No one thought she'd hit your scores."

"Well not to brag but..." And they burst out laughing together this time. Then she said "But she is exceptionally submissive and we're pleased with that."

A pause, then her again: "Let's finish her up. We still have the Mom to do and then we can set price."

"Yeah. Ready."

"OK then. Performance. Fucking is 9.3. Cocksucking is 8.0. You're hurt here because her easy grader didn't even get a blowjob and so was not allowed a vote on this....but anyway, 8.0. Anal was a nice surprise. 8.7. Then lesbian receiving was 9.0 and giving was 8.7. Good scores, especially considering her age."

"Wait...wait a minute. Anal? 8.7? I thought only Brandon..."

"You're right, but that was his grade."

"He's allowed to..."

"Yup."

He sighed wearily. "All right."

"But it's damned fine. Apparently he enjoyed himself."

I was freaking out there on my knees remembering the whole thing. And I think Beth got flustered too cause she was trailing off. "He enjoyed himself.....wonder why." But John might not have known about that part and I hoped Mom didn't either. And Beth did sound upset so I just kept my eyes down while I turned about 100 new shades of red.

John broke us out of that. "What's it give?"

"What?"

"Overall for performance?"

"Oh yeah." She paused again. I could hear her take a deep breath and go on. "Well the weights here are 30-30-20-10 and 10. So it's 8.7." 

"All right. Yes she did well there."

"Very respectable at any age." Did she still sound funny? Or was that her normal voice?

They paused. She asked "You got it all?"

"Yeah, I think so. What's it make for a final score?"

"We just average the 3 – body, spirit and performance. Comes out to 8.7. Again she did really well."

"And the 5 year compare?"

"Top 20% but closer to the 20 than the 10 mark. Good. Actually very good."

"What about intangibles? Like I mean..."

"We'll do those after the Mom, cause the mother-daughter thing is the kicker here. We all know that. Make sense?"

"Yes, of course. As you wish."

And with that my review was done. And I drew what seemed to be my first breath in 10 minutes. I could see a bead of perspiration run between my breasts down to my belly. But it was over – that part at least.

Mom and I had been kneeling naked side by side for 25 minutes. In our living room. Each of us looking down between our spread knees with hands on our thighs. I didn't mean to peek but out of the corner of my eye I could see her blushing like mad. I knew I was too from the heat in my face. But at least mine was done. Her grades were still to come. And I hoped...I don't know what exactly.

John and Beth had surprised us – wait, no, shocked is really the word – by showing up at the house 30 minutes before I would have left for his office. There was no explanation. Just that we'd do the appointment here and that Mom and Beth would participate. It all happened so fast I hardly had time to be embarrassed. Mom too I think.

At first it seemed like it would be kind of a normal session for me even if it was in the living room with Beth sitting here looking beautiful and amused from the couch. And even if Mom was standing right beside me when John came over and raised the green striped blouse over my bra. He told Mom to unhook the bra from behind so he could examine my tits for T-nodes. He whispered to me "Beth said you did such a good job there." He ran his big thumbs around the undersides of my boobs, smiled and said "Good" again though whether he meant my work at BTS or an absence of T-nodes (which I knew where almost entirely gone) I wasn't sure.

He smiled again. "Take the GT 2 more weeks. But it's just to be sure. I can't feel a thing there."

Which I knew, I just knew, would be the case. And, inside I mean, I'm like "Yeah!!!!" partly cause of the good news and partly because it just felt so right to feel his hands on my breasts again and feel small and vulnerable and protected again. And I could feel Mom's eyes on me looking on proudly which is nice for any girl even if the situation was a tad awkward.

He left me like that, tits exposed, and turned to Mom.

"Caitie, please kneel down here and take your Mom's panties off. I need to examine her as well."

I knew I would be embarrassed but it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I knelt beside her then reached up under her skirt while I tried to control my breathing. I found very pretty white panties with embroidery at the waist and crotch. They were from the new sets she bought just before the Williamson's baptism and I was happy for her that she had something nice on for them. Mom stepped out of them and I handed the panties off to Beth. Then John had me stand behind her and raise her skirt so he could inspect her cunt.

"Taking the Blush as instructed?"

"Yes sir."

"And doing your exercises?"

"Yes sir. Twice each day the way you and Janice..."

He spoke over his shoulder to Beth with his eyes still on Mom. "Just want to tighten her a bit – really no problem there. Main thing is keeping her lubricated."

Then back to Mom. "And no fucking – I mean here at home – for the last 10 days?"

"No sir. It's been 14 days now I think."

"No cocksucking or sex of any sort with your husband?"

"No sir. I told him I didn't feel well and he was very sweet about it."

"Good girl."

Even from behind Mom I could tell that his finger was roaming up and down her slit. I don't think he put it in her though. It was pretty quick, probably about the same amount of time he'd spent on my tits.

"You may drop her skirt now Caitie."

I did and watched as he turned and displayed his glistening middle finger to Beth.

"See?"

Beth nodded and smiled at us all. John turned back to Mom and raised the finger to her lips so she could suck the juices off. He tweaked her right breast through her clothing and kissed her cheek. Then took me forward to do the same to my exposed breast while kissing my cheek.

He turned back to Beth and said "To business now?"

"Yes...but...won't the girls be more comfortable if..."

"Of course. Getting ahead of myself here." John turned to us and said "You girls should be naked for this. Beth and I have business to discuss concerning you both, concerning your opportunities at BTS. We'll need you to listen attentively. And silently. At the end we'll allow you to ask any questions you may have. About any of it. But for now, please strip and kneel here so you can take it all in."

He took 2 plump pillows from the couch opposite the one where Beth sat. She looked so beautiful and supportive and pleased right then. So I knew it might be good, or maybe I just hoped.

Then we were naked and kneeling, our clothes piled neatly on the 2nd couch. Beth flipped Mom's white panties over towards the pile but somehow missed and they slid to the floor behind us. I wanted to get up and move them to the pile but thought better of it when John shot me a look and said "Please practice your position ladies." So we both did and I was amazed that Mom knew it too. I mean the eyes down hands on thighs kneeling position. But she did. "Closer by a scooch Beth, right next to Caitie." And Mom slid over on her knees.

Then Beth, I mean the real Beth, not my Mom, said "She's a Beth too? Awkward cause Jevon..."

John said "Oh right! Jevon already told me to change her. So we just call her Liz now. Ya'll can change her again later if he doesn't like that."

And she said "Right. Liz it is."

Then he asked "And where's the family? We're not going to be interrupted here I hope. I mean at my office we could have..."

"No problem there. Jevon specifically told me he wanted the inspection and grading done here where they are comfortable and feel safe. Have them totally clearheaded for this. Caitie's Dad is off to China for 3 weeks on business. Jevon arranged it with his boss. They're old football buddies or something. Things work out here the way we both hope then he'll be offered a permanent position in the Shanghai office. You know, to free up her time. Then the little girl – I forget her name – is off at tennis camp for the week. After that she's scheduled to enroll at St. Anne's upstate. You know the Catholic boarding school for girls? That's just a week after she returns. So no problems there either – either now or in the future."

Well first her name is Sam, which I hate to be judgmental or critical of Beth in any way but it was important to me cause she is my sister and I love her to death even if she is a total pain lots of times. And the thing about St. Anne's was news to me. I mean I had heard it mentioned but I guess I never paid much attention to Mom and Dad when they discussed it. Sam is a major brainiac and I knew they didn't want to send her to the public school that I had gone to. 

Still I was a little surprised about the Catholic school thing. I mean we'd just the day before seen what Catholics are capable of when they get a little whiskey in them.

But it must have been true cause I could see Mom from the corner of my eye as we knelt and her head was nodding very tiny nods – the kind that almost aren't nods at all unless you know what's happening – like she agreed with what Beth was saying. Her breasts looked so pretty when she knelt like that and I was happy for her.

"I see. You folks have thought of everything."

"Well. It's our business to take care of that end. We try to be as thorough as you have been in finding and training the girls."

"Thank you."

"OK then. Let's start on Caitie's grades." Beth took 4 sheets of paper from her briefcase and spread them on the coffee table that separated me and Mom from the couch where they both sat. They were upside down from my perspective and my eyes were down of course but still I have this pretty phenomenal peripheral vision and a pretty good ability to read upside down writing so I was able to catch a glimpse of them. They were arranged like a report card.

Then she took out 4 good size photos and handed them over to him.

"Just a little sample. There's a lot more if you need or want to see on my IPad. But these give you the idea."

John studied them. I could see what they were. The first was with Jevon. It was one of the pictures he used in the show before the guys bid me. The one with his hard cock hanging over my face which is drenched in his semen. From that first day with him. The second was of me on all 4s on the bed with Brandon's cock in my butt – taken no doubt from the video Jack shot of us on that last night. The 3rd - they were not in order - showed me eating Kayla's pussy. And the 4th was the picture of me kneeling in front of Barney while he inspected the BTS medal that hung over my pussy, the one I'd seen just a few days earlier. It was my favorite.

I glanced sideways at Mom. I could tell that she had seen them too, even if they were upside down to us both as Beth handed them over. She mouthed the words "So pretty!" to me and I felt pretty OK about that. A little embarrassed I guess, cause she is my Mom I mean, but still pretty proud of what I'd accomplished too and that she got to see some of it.

John said. "Yeah, these are nice. I can check out the others later. Let's go."

And then they began. My part I mean.

But I already told you my part. I didn't really know what it all meant but some of it definitely hurt my feelings like when they said my tits were a 7 which is like a C- or something in high school. And I remembered my French teacher had once said that even a moron could get a C- in French if he just paid a little attention. So it's like my tits were the morons, which hurt. And of course it was totally icky to have them discussing my pussy and my blowjobs and fucking right in front of Mom even if I was so proud of getting a 9 which by the way is an A, or at least an A -, for my pussy.

But then I also heard Beth say I was in the "top 20%" and that sounded pretty good. It was like 4 months ago that my guidance counsellor informed me that I would not get into the U because my grades were in the bottom third of my graduating class. Now here I was four months later already enrolled in the U and in the top 20% of something. Even if I wasn't sure what that something was. Pretty neat!

So then John said "Let's do the Mom. Let's do a little Liz-biz." He smiled at the little rhyme which I got even if the others didn't. John is kind of a genius.

Beth giggled and said "You have time if we have some tea brewed first? I'm parched."

"Of course Beth. No problem. Liz, would you please get Beth a nice cup of tea? And I might have a scotch while you're at it."

Mom jumped to her feet, nodding. "Yes sir." I looked up at her. I mean I'm not sure it was really allowed since John had only addressed Mom. But he didn't say anything and I got a good look at her as she scurried out to the kitchen. It's amazing how firm and perky her breasts had remained after us 2 children, and how adorable her bum was. But it only made me more confused about everything. I mean why was she here? And why would they grade her too? And why had John inspected her pussy? Then I caught myself and put eyes back on the floor before they could catch me.

While Mom was out making tea they went on just sort of chatting.

"So how'd you find them?"

"You never heard?"

"No. Jevon was going to update me on all this but then he had to leave for that meeting so quick we never got around to it. Why I'm here to begin with. I mean he would have sent Robert or Barney..." my ears perked up at the sound of that name "...but they had to go too. Meeting of all the mucky-mucks, but no girls. So guess you're stuck with me."

"Delighted, of course. It is unusual to be settling a deal with..."

"With a slut?" 

"No it's not that it's ..."

"Why you're not prejudiced against doing business with a woman are you?"

I could tell from her tone that she was just messing around with him. Girls understand when one of us does that with a guy. But you know even a genius like John can be pretty clueless at understanding girls, at least sometimes.

I could hear Mom banging around in the kitchen and hoped she didn't get herself all confused out there and bake a cake or something instead of just doing what she'd been told to do. I think that's what I was most nervous about. Not my grades or even Mom's hearing my grades. The idea that she'd do something to embarrass me in front of 2 such important people.

But no one would ever think that John was prejudiced, especially against women. He's only spent his entire career in science trying to find ways to help all of us! Still, John must have been embarrassed by Beth's joshing him because he got kind of defensive and said "No. No, nothing like that..."

Beth said "Don't worry. I'm kidding you. You know I'm Jevon's owned woman, which makes me more than a slut and more even than his slut. So..."

"Of course. No offense intended."

"So how did you? Find them?"

Mom was out there filling the kettle. Good.

"Well part luck and part skill I suppose. Started when my girl Kim found a slut named Cindy at this underage dance club. This Cindy was almost 18 and very pretty so we figured we might try. We put a man on her. Roger, one of our best. And we got her into treatment right away when she turned 18. She seemed quite promising so naturally we scouted her Mom."

"Yeah. Jevon's been on this kick for a while. Mother-daughter for the house."

"Right. We've tried pretty hard on that. Problem was the mother turned out to be a train wreck. Not bad looking at all, the reverse if anything. But a real slut. And I mean not in a good way."

"So then..."

"Then Roger reports Cindy has this girlfriend named Caitlyn who is pretty hot. So we put another associate, Julian, on her. And right away we see we've got something. Then we get her in treatment at 18..."

"For?"

"For...? Oh, yeah. Had T-nodes in her tits, screwed with her normal sexual desires and response. Her mouth mainly, cause her fucking was fine. Julian was complaining about her blowjobs."

There was a pause and I took a chance and glanced up. Did he just wink at Beth? It was soooo embarrassing. Did he really have to tell her everything?




Caitlyn's Treatment Ch.19



"But still we knew we had something. So now we got the 2 girls in treatment, Cindy and Caitlyn, the C and C sisters we called them. And we're thinking of marketing them that way – like they're sisters. But then Cindy didn't work out – went too far lez to be of much interest to us – and Julian comes back with a report that Caitlyn's Mom, Liz, is super-hot for 38."

And I was like "That's so unfair to Mom cause she's only...." To myself of course. And it was really interesting what he was saying about Julian cause I wasn't ever really sure if he worked for John or not.

"So now we get 2 things going. First I had Julian run these little tests on the Mom. You know like brush up against her tits or 'accidentally' put his hand on her ass when they were together in the pool. See how she did. Got Caitie to convince Liz that Julian should be allowed to sleep over whenever the Dad and the girl were away. Found out she was easy on all this. She liked it."

"So a good start."

"Yeah. He was convinced he could have fucked the mother too, Liz here, but we held him off. He thought she was a natural slut."

"Interesting."

"Then in Caitie's treatment I steered towards discussion to the Mom, got the Mom issue in her head. Which was pretty easy. Turned out that Liz liked buying Caitie sexy lingerie, a natural opening. And finally I got the Mom to come in on her own. Which, we really got lucky with her. With both of them really. So easy to lead them."

"Always a good sign."

"Yeah. And we used the water of course. But really they were so easy that after about 3 sessions we hardly even needed it, just kept with it to be sure."

"So it is laced? I mean some control substance in there?"

"Well that one sort of falls under the heading of trade-secret. We don't discuss the water even with Jevon."

"Oh I hate to pry! But you know us girls. And I heard..."

"Excuse me for interrupting but I know what you heard. Cause it's been out there a while. That it's not laced at all. Just a placebo which creates an impression that it is or might be. Create a question, create a doubt, create a presumption. Get inside the girl's head."

"Yeah. And I know you don't wanna tell but it makes sense that..."

"Well...maybe...or maybe not. But in any case the water gives a girl permission to act out. You know? Like "it's not really me doing this" or "I'm doing this for a noble cause." But it's really just giving her permission to be herself. To be what she really is. It works."

Which was also interesting. I never thought there was anything funny about the water.

"I see."

"Natural submissiveness takes over. We think both are off the charts."

"Yeah, Nice! So it's a jump-start?"

"Pretty much, yeah."

"But you're not going to tell me if..."

John never answered, or maybe he gave her his look. It puts a girl – maybe even a girl like Beth – right in her place. Or at least it does it to me.

It was her turn to sigh wearily. Then I heard the tea kettle whistling. And I was hoping Mom wouldn't forget the scotch for John.

They went back to business.

"Anyway because of the BTS event we were prepping Caitie hard to meet Jevon and see if he would bite. I had told him the Mom was a real possibility too but it was too early to know for sure. And then we're working the Mom out on her own appointment schedule. Her cunt was fine but maybe a little moisture problem. Not bad but for our line of work, you know. Put her on the Blush and got her working out regularly with me, with Janice and with Kim. Then you took Caitie off our hands for the 3 days and after that we had this week after to really accelerate her, Liz I mean, and get her up to speed. Quick learner too. Both girls in fact."

"Yeah the timing was great. These last 7 days we worked out the China thing for Dad and the St. Anne's thing for the girl. Parents had wanted that anyway. Made things easy."

"Amazing it all came together so fast."

"Yeah. That is if we can make the deal."

He chuckled. "Yes. If."

She did too. "That is if you don't mind negotiating with a slut."

This time they both laughed.

Mom came in with a little tray she uses for entertaining. It held one cup of tea and one scotch neat the way John like's it. I hoped she used the really good scotch that Dad saves for his important business friends. They took their drinks. Mom curtsied, which was kind of cute, and resumed her kneeling position beside me.

Beth blew on her tea and took a small sip. "Delicious. Thank you."

John swirled the scotch in his tumbler but didn't sip yet. I caught sight of Mom from the corner of my eye looking really proud and happy. To be of service I guess. And I think I was proud of her too then.

John said "May I proceed?"

"Of course."

And he began Mom's grading the way Beth had led my own.

"I'm gonna be a little less formal, roll body, submission and performance all together in one grade if you don't mind. Gonna come out the same either way. OK?"

"Fine by me if you cover it all. Start with the basics. Cunt?"

"An 8.0."

"Based on?"

"Jevon sent in 2 of the BTS kids, juniors I think, just yesterday to fuck her. Their grades, both 8."

"What's your grade?"

"Well I'd do a 9 today. I've fucked her 6 or 7 times by now. A little dry at first, she had some pain too. Turns out the painful intercourse has been fucking with her marriage and her head for years. Frustrated the hell out of her but she sublimated it all into her cocksucking, which worked out well for us."

"Not to mention her husband." They both laughed.

"But we're well on our way to working that out with treatment. The moisture you saw? We've almost got her creaming on command. But leave me out. Just count the 2 boys."

"Nah. I'll give you 8.3; average you in with the boys. Not as good as the girl but not bad either. See you left a little muff on her but shaved the girl."

It took me a moment or two to recognize that I was "the girl." I was beginning to understand that Beth can be very professional like that and it made me even more proud to know her.

"Jevon specifically wanted Caitie shaved. Our Julian handled it. Didn't tell us on the Mom so figured it was better to let it be and y'all can decide later what to do there."

"Ass and tits?"

"Well, I've got 9 on her tits and 8 for her ass. But she's right here so you can decide for yourself and if we disagree then... Liz – up again please. Please present yourself to Beth."

Mom jumped up again and moved toward them. John had to push the coffee table back a bit to where it almost touched my stomach as I knelt. To make room for Mom. 

I could see it all cause I could tell they weren't paying any attention to me. John took a sip of scotch. Beth put down her tea. Mom began to kneel but Beth stopped her. She looked her up and down and then put her hands on Mom's hips to turn her gently. A hand a on her back and Mom knew to bend over to let Beth examine her ass. 

Now Mom was staring right at me and mouthed the words "It's OK. Don't worry." Which, I can totally read Mom's mouthing she does it so often when Daddy is home. And I was proud of her again for how mature she was being about all this, and about how she didn't seem confused when they told her what to do.

Beth's hands roamed up her thighs and cupped each ass cheek. She smacked Mom lightly on the butt, I think to see how or if her ass cheeks reddened. I couldn't tell about that though. Then she ran her hands over both globes again and then spread them.

"You've fucked her here?"

"Just once but yeah. She's good too. The submission makes it work for her."

Beth turned her attention back to Mom. "Turn and kneel please."

She took Mom's tits in her hands as if weighing them. She jiggled them back and forth, then up and down and then side to side again. With a serious look of concentration on her face like when I used to watch Cindy trying a math equation. She pinched each nipple in turn to where Mom gave this very tiny moan. Then she held them again and let go quick like she was seeing how far they would drop. But I don't think they fell very far and she looked satisfied. 

I may already have mentioned that I think Mom has beautiful tits.

"Return please." Beth waited till Mom was kneeling beside me again before she spoke. "Well I'll give you the 9 on her tits. Really nice for a 38 year old." Again!! Poor Mom couldn't even defend herself. Still a 9 for her tits and it made me feel even worse about my bad grade of 7. "But the ass? Seven would be a stretch, more like a 6. I think it's safe to guess that hubby is not working her out there, so there'll be lots of practice in store."

"Yes, but an ass like that? At her age?"

"Yes for her age it's actually very nice. Just I'm not grading on a curve here. One of the brothers is fucking her he wants something special there. You know how they are with the ass."

"And we're working her out pretty hard, firming exercises for tone but there's no flab at all, and no cellulite. Plus the Blush and the submission exercises."

"But I'm buying today's property, not future improvements, especially since those are uncertain for a woman her age."

I could tell John was going to give in, even though his own score of Mom's ass had been 2 points higher. And he did. So I felt really bad for Mom then to have her ass criticized like that. I'm not saying it's like a teenager's ass or that it's awesome or anything but she does look very nice in her bikini and compared to all the other Moms of my friends her butt is awesome.

"Well 6 then, if we must."

"Let's cut to the chase here. Face and hair – she is very pretty! You're going to say 9. I'll give you 8. Body type. You're going to say 8, I'm giving you 7. I like that she's taller, maybe adds some stamina. And nothing wrong there but seven is a good grade from me on body type. The only question is mouth and throat."

"Fine, fine, fine. But the mouth and throat are excellent. She's a natural. You'll see. And like I said, sublimation helped her develop. And the brothers will see. Had her blow the 2 frat boys yesterday after they were done fucking her. They gave her 9's so I'm sticking there."

First I'm like thinking no wonder she's been bringing home pizza rather than cook, and no wonder she's looked a bit spacey when she's come home at night. I was laughing inside – I think I'd be looking a bit frazzled after that afternoon too! Mom had been pretty busy! 

And now I could tell, I'm not sure how but probably just from how certain John had seemed, that Beth would be the one to give in. And I was right again.

"Put in the 9 then and let's average."

"But you know her submission and what you call resolve/reaction are both very strong."

"I believe you said they were all rolled into the earlier grades? No double counting please."

"And her work with the girls? Both Kim and Janice?"

"Well I'm interested but we cannot count grades there."

"Can't count them? Why not?"

"No brothers present to judge. Even Caitie's lez rating? It came from the brothers watching her eat pussy and getting licked, not from us girls. Remember we're the peons in the organization."

"Wow! Even for lez ratings, huh? I would have thought..."

"Yeah. And for the record if it had been us girls rating Caitie we would have gone a bit lower than they did – so that worked to your advantage."

They let that one sit. I was a bit upset but tried hard not to show it. Which of them, Maureen, Kayla or Kristin, had I failed to please with my mouth? And didn't they realize it was my very first time eating pussy?

Then Beth asked. "But off the record then, how did Liz do with the girls?"

"Fantastic. We had to pry her off Kim's cunt the first few times we let her go down on her. Same with Janice. And same in reverse. Janice says she loved eating the mother's pussy even more than she did Caitie's. Course she got a lot more chances with the Mom cause we had to hurry Caitie through it for Jevon."

"Yah. Very interesting. I'll be looking forward to meeting her that way." And they both gave a little giggle.

And I admit it even if it's really bad of me. I was jealous of my Mom right then. A jealous jerk. Cause I should have been so proud of her for pleasing John. But all I could think of was: they hadn't even let me taste either Kim or Janice's pussy so it was unfair!

John went "hmmmph" then took out a little calculator and started pecking at it.

"I get 7.9. You?"

"Yes. And because of her strong blowjob performance it's an 8.0 weighted, so I'm giving you that. It's 8.0 for Liz and we said 8.7 for Caitie. Agreed?"

He paused, she waited. Finally she asked again "Agreed?"

"Yes Beth."

"Right then. Gives us 16.7 for the package."

"But the intangibles."

"Yes, of course. I'm getting there. Jevon says I can go plus-1 for that."

"Plus-1? Are you ...." I could feel him getting genuinely angry at that and thought he was about to curse, something I don't think I'd ever heard him do. But he must have pulled back. "Are you....are you ...kidding me? Plus-1 is what I get for a single slut who's 18. Years of service alone. Future value. Now I got the rarest combination you can ask for – mother-daughter – and you're offering +1?"

"Well give me a counter then."

"I make it +4. One for Caitie, one for the Mom and two for the mother-daughter thing."

"Why does Liz get 1?"

"God! I had her at 8.3. The cocks she sucked! The way she was with the girls! You got me down on that to 8.0. But even that number is almost your average over 5 years comparing her to girls half her age. To hit even 8.0 is remarkable."

"OK and since when is almost average worth +1?"

"But her age!"

"Again not doing this on a curve John. We're evaluating her like any other slut."

"Yes but that part just doesn't make any sense. Look if Jevon wants a mother at all he has to understand that..."

"Aaaah. I don't think we want to go there. To what Jevon needs to understand." She sounded pretty upset the way she said it, like John was criticizing Jevon, which I doubt was what he meant. "I have my instructions on this so you and I may have to agree to disagree." She paused. "I suppose we ..... " And stopped again.

She let it hang there in the air. I was so nervous I began to wobble a little bit on my knees. I realized for the first time that my thighs were burning due to the position. I needed more practice! I took a quick sideways glance at Mom and she looked fine. Perfectly contented and placid. How on earth did she? Please do not let me be the one who passes out here!

Finally Beth said "No. Let's just let it wait for Jevon and Robert and Barney to return. They'll be disappointed we couldn't finish but..."

John sounded nervous for the first time. "Wait. We don't have to do that. We've come this far."

"Yes, but..."

"C'mon Beth. We're close, I can feel it. But I'm not sure we want to do this part in front of them."

Beth sounded more confident than he had. "I don't care. Doesn't matter what they think. You want them to leave?"

"Nah. You and I. Right there in the kitchen."

And I could feel John's energy pick up, like he was going to take charge here. Which is awesome! If only I could tell him right then that I loved him and that both me and Mom were on his side, even if Beth is so beautiful, and that we were so thankful for the way he stood up for us. Cause we need a man to protect us and boy was he ever that man!

They stood together and moved towards the kitchen. John saying "Finish this and set a price and we're done. We're not waiting on this anymore."

The two of them stood and left. Mom and I continued to kneel. I shifted my bum a bit and it felt a little better. I was afraid to look over at her. Not just cause I was told to stay in position but I felt bad. All this talk about how she eats pussy better than me. And all this talk about how old she was. Which, even if I do it myself, that's different cause I'm her daughter and I'm supposed to think that. But to hear it all out in the open like that and to hear Beth smooshing down her grades and my lesbian grade – even if I was glad of course that mine were higher overall – I felt bad.

But I guess Mom didn't. I felt her reach over for my hand which even if it was wrong of her I was so happy she did. I looked at her and again she seemed so calm and peaceful and happy. Her face was pretty red of course and I'm sure mine was too because who wouldn't turn red in these circumstances. But happy.

I didn't mean to but I couldn't help picturing her getting fucked by those 2 BTS brothers. I mean was this even possible? And I was like not knowing whether to be proud of her for that and for how mature she was being and how even Beth agreed Mom was pretty with nice tits and probably really did give a great blowjob or to be like all "Ick!!" cause it was my Mom and it's still somewhat confusing to this day. Even with all my knowledge and training.

I could hear John and Beth in the kitchen. Their conversation was a low rumble but even with my good hearing I couldn't make out what they were saying.

Mom spoke to me so quietly. "Are you ready for this Caitie?"

"Ready for...." Because call me dense but I still didn't know what this was all about.

"Ready for when they come back in to..."

"To what?"

"You know. John told me it would go like this. Told me they would have to split off from us right at the end. You know to...."

"You mean you knew about this? This whole session?"

"Sort of. Some of it at least. He told me but told me not to tell you. Just cause we both want you to be so happy when he..."

But she never got to finish. We heard John's voice boom out "Done." From the kitchen. It couldn't have been more than 2 minutes. And we both snapped back into position. A moment later they came out and resumed their sitting positions opposite us. This time my eyes really were definitely down on the carpet between my spread legs. I knew Mom's would be too.



Caitlyn's Treatment Ch.20



John began. "Heads up girls. We've got some news. Some news you might like."

I raised my head. They were both smiling down at me, down at Mom too. But my head was swimming. What was I supposed to be ready for?

Beth took over. "First, let me give you some background so you understand what's going on. OK?" She smiled that million dollar smile at me and I melted right there on the carpet. I remembered then so vividly what it was like to kiss her and kiss her breasts and belly. The way she smelled. The way she tasted. The rubbery perfect texture of the skin on her belly and tits. So awesome! Even if I never, you know, got to lick her down there.

"Traditionally BTS has had a house mother to take care of the administrative details at the national house. Works for national but covers both national and frat business. Things like planning for events and parties and supervising normal cleaning and maintenance. Getting food and liquor delivered and so forth. Supervising the outfits and dressing the girls for the parties. Things like that."

Beth paused and looked down at us.

"You know the house pretty well now Caitie – and Liz I know you've at least seen the outside. Anyway, for the last year or so we've been searching for a new mother. Mrs. Aaronson was there for years but had to move away to care for her sister. Out to California. We knew it was going to happen and had plenty of time, we thought, to find her replacement."

"But then Jevon had this idea that he wanted to replace her with a mother-daughter combination. Which made it tough. So now Mrs. A is gone for these last 6 months and we've had no one. Which meant that me and the other girls have had to fill in and do double duty. Which has been pretty hard on everyone – brothers included. Cause no one ever knew who'd be free to do what when. It caused a few problems."

She paused and looked straight at us. "Anyway, we engaged John here to help us with the search. Which led us to the 2 of you. And up until about 10 days ago we were all thinking we might have our solution."

Mom and I were going to work together for BTS?

"Thing is something changed along the way. Actually a lot has changed. First and most important is that Jevon and Robert are leaving the local BTS chapter. For a good reason, an important reason. They've been promoted up to the national leadership group. No, they're not physically moving. Jevon still has his business here and Robert has at least 4 more months on his dissertation at the U. It's just that they have new responsibilities and can no longer do everything needed at the local chapter level."

"So then the local needed new leadership. And Barney? I think you know him pretty well Caitie?" She laughed at this. John did too. "Well Barney was elected. He's the new Jevon, the new head of house."

Barney! Just the name made me tingle cause you don't know what it feels like to be a girl in love, really really true love, for the first time ever! And I could barely understand the words but Barney (my Barney!) was the new Jevon or something – whatever that meant. Cause he was so different than Jevon even if I loved Jevon too just not as much.

"Problem is one of the...well it's not a rule exactly...let's call it an expectation. One of the expectations of anyone who leads a local is that they have an owned woman. And Barney never has. Never has owned anyone or wanted to far as I can tell."

She paused and looked me in the eye.

"Until now that is. Until our last BTS event."

I'm thinking "Oh No!!! He's found someone...."

"Until that is he met you Caitie."

"Me? How is...." But she was smiling at me so nice it couldn't be bad. And then Mom was squeezing my hand right there in front of them. And then John jumped up and kissed me! Right on the mouth. He looked so happy.

"You. We want you...I should say he. He wants you. Barney does. To be his owned woman. Just as I am for Jevon."

And oh-my-God I couldn't believe her. And I remember thinking it was some big joke – almost like when Barney pranked me – it was really Jack's fault of course – by pretending to call the police for a rape after Brandon left me chained to the bed in his room. And then Mom was hugging and kissing me and John had his arms around us both and I realized they wouldn't be part of any prank and I almost understood then. 

And I think...well actually I know... that I passed out there for a moment or two because when I was next aware I was laying on the other couch right on top of the 2 outfits me and Mom had stripped ourselves of and they were all over me looking concerned and then I burst into tears and they were all saying "Don't cry Caitie."

And finally I could speak and said "But is it...is it really...really true?"

And they were all nodding and saying "Yes" and "Yes" and "Yes it is sweetie" (that was Mom) and I was crying even more and they were all saying "Ssssh now" and "Yes Caitie" and "Barney's woman" and "owned, for real owned" and "if you agree" and "he wants you" and "Yes" and "still be a college student" and "whenever he needs you" and "Yes" and "wishes he could have told you" and "Yes" and "be a good girl now" and "Yes" and finally even I knew they were telling me the truth.

They got me standing at last and Mom walked me around the room to try to get my head clear, to get my breathing to slow down a little. John and Beth sat on the couch while we walked, flipping through some of those nice pictures they had of me. The Beth got out her IPad to show some of the others. And round and round I went with Mom. But my brain wouldn't clear. It just wouldn't. I mean I finally stopped crying and I finally believed them but it all seemed....impossible!

And then they let me and Mom sit on that couch while they stood. John even moved the piles of our clothing and lingerie off to the side on the floor so we could. And I wondered if I needed a tuffet but I couldn't tell. Maybe. Cause hearing news like that is so exciting for a girl you don't know what's going to happen down there but I definitely could feel something going on.

At last I could hear Beth speak again. "...and so congratulations again. But of course it's only if you want it. Only if you agree."

And I was like "Oh-my-God, oh-my-God..." and probably would have gone on like that for a while if John had not given me that look that snaps any girl back to attention and told me that I had to answer for real.

So I did. I said "Yes" just as they had been saying it to me. And it was official. Barney owned me. And Mom leaned over and kissed me again and then John and Beth both came and kissed me again and it was done.

Then Beth brought us all back to attention again. "Of course this lead to a different problem. Jevon's idea of a mother-daughter house-slut combination can't work now, at least not with the two of you. You understand? Cause you cannot be both a house slut and Barney's owned woman. And it's really a shame after all the hard work we put in. Especially John, who did an incredible job with you two."

And I almost burst into tears again. Cause I had ruined Jevon's idea. And cause it was like did I ruin the chance for Mom? And did I ruin all of John's hard work? 

But I hadn't. At least not the part about Mom.

Beth went on. "So we'll just have to accept that and go back to the idea of a single house-mother. And that's you Beth. Course Caitie can help you out from time to time but it would be unofficial and really not what Jevon had in mind a year ago. Still. Nothing to be done about it now. The important thing is you know that Jevon and Robert and Barney all want you Beth." 

I noticed she didn't call her "Liz" that time. Like it was too formal a moment or something.

And then it was Mom's turn to cry and we all hugged and kissed her just like they had me and finally I had to walk her around just like she had me and then they made Mom formally accept the position. Which, of course, she did.

After that John brought out champagne which even if Mom and I hardly ever drink was nice for a celebration and it tastes pretty good. Those little bubbles go right up into my brain where pictures of Barney and me were celebrating, just the 2 of us together, dancing and kissing and drinking and kissing and laughing and kissing some more. And it had a very nice body and mild fruitiness and excellent finish and I probably got even more lightheaded than before. So did Mom I think.

Finally after we all drank and kissed again John said "So you're turn. Both of you. Any questions for either Beth or me?" Now they were seated opposite us on the couch that first held our clothing. Mom and I were still naked (duh! Like we would be in clothes for a moment like this!) but allowed to sit on that first couch just like we were officially something.

And at first we were both like shy and still giddy and kind of unfocused and didn't want to say or ask anything. Then finally I heard Mom say "Can I ask one?"

"Of course." From both of them.

"Well....it's just.... You know...being owned. I mean Caitie has Barney now. Do I get owned too?"

Beth answered. "Oh, my. Yes of course. But you're owned by the house. Which really means owned by the national leadership. There's Jevon and Robert who live right here so you'll answer to them and to Barney. But think of it as having really 8 owners from the national and Jevon is the main one here. So really it's like Jevon will be your owner."

Mom blushed like crazy and could only say "Jevon!"

I busted in, even if it was rude or out of line, and asked "But he owns you. How can he..."

"Well I'm still his number one owned woman. But he has others...." And she drifted off. She didn't look unhappy the way I had been – like a child! – when I found out Julian had another slut. But you could tell she didn't want to talk about it either.

So I just kissed Mom's cheek. Which they didn't seem to mind at all.

And then I asked my question. "But will you and Kayla still be lead girls at the house?"

"Well no. It's kind of like we get promoted too because the men who own us got promoted. We'll have different duties too than in the past."

"So who's in charge?"

"Well for the house now it'll be Liz." She smiled. "But of course the girls still need their own leader. It's going to be Kristen. We've got her transferring to the U and she'll take over my job."

"Oh goodness! That's excellent!" Then I thought that was kind of rude towards Beth and added "I mean we'll miss you and Kayla like crazy but Kristen is so awesome too we're lucky we have her."

"I agree."

And I just knew I would love Kristen so much and I remembered her taste too.

"Beth? May I ask another?"

"Of course."

"So Mom is the house mother. But does that mean she goes to auction like we did and wears the slave outfits and all?" Cause that idea had always bothered me. She was still my Mom for goodness sake!

Beth said "No. At our auction you saw me and Jack have to run the girls even though I was in auction myself. But now you'll see Liz here will run and organize the girls and the events. She'll keep everything and everyone running smoothly. But she won't be in the auctions or bought by the brothers at our events."

And I was like so cool with that even if I admit I was concerned about the idea of Mom being the one to organize things. She has a slight confusion problem from time to time.

"So I don't get used?" That was Mom. And she sounded a little hurt. Which I had to admit was understandable even if I was so relieved to find out she wouldn't be wearing the slave outfit together with us younger girls.

"Oh certainly. Whenever a brother or a guest wants you he'll take you – with Jevon's permission that is. We have all sorts of brothers and guests who request the use of a...a...a more mature woman. Two Senators and the Governor's chief of staff have visited us in just the last month looking for that. And some younger brothers like it just for a change of pace, or because a woman like you can offer things the young ones can't. Plus with you being Caitie's Mom the opportunities are endless."

I could look over at her then. Mom looked so mellow and sweet and happy, actually blushing with pride at what Beth had said.

But I was still nervous. I hated to ask it but didn't see how I couldn't. "Will Mom and I have to...you know?"

"Make love to each other? Or service men together?" Beth and John exchanged a worried glance. Like they were unsure of me, like I was letting them down. Finally she said "Well I think you know better than to ask me that."

She stared at me kind of loving but sooo stern. It made me look away. Cause it's like I felt so dumb right then. I should know this! But no, nothing came to me right then. Fixed Fellatrix Fails Floozy Final might be a decent headline.

Beth said "Turn to me Caitie! What's your main role? Your job?"

"I...I..." and I started to sniffle. All this time they'd put into helping me and I didn't even know what my job was? I felt like such a loser right then.

John stepped in to help me. As he always does. "C'mon Caitie. You know what we've worked so hard for here!"

"I'm owned?"

"Yes and that means what to you?"

"I...I... well I should make Barney... make him happy, I think? To make him happy by being his slut?" I shouldn't have made it a question but they didn't seem to get angry cause they are both so nice.

Beth said "Of course, and another way to say that would be that you are..."

"Owned?"

"Yes...yes...but Barney's ownership means what? That he is your master and that you are..."

I interrupted cause I finally knew what they were getting at. "...that I am obedient." Not a question, a statement!

"Right. That you obey him and make him pleased with you in every way. Which means..."

And I interrupted again "...means that if he tells me to then I will." See, now I was happy cause I understood.

"Yes. Or if Jevon does."

And Mom and I answered together this time and giggled together. "Yes." And this time Mom bent to the side to kiss my cheek! Like I had (finally) passed the big test. Grateful girly graded good!

Beth resumed. "But don't worry about these things for now. For the first 3 months of your being owned it's like your honeymoon. Only Barney gets to use you. For you Liz it's Jevon, Robert or Barney. We need to get both of you settled in your roles. We need to get Caitie doing well at school. We need to let Barney enjoy her to himself. And he doesn't want the lez-Mom distraction either. So no worries for at least 3 months. After that it's really up to the 2 of you. And Jevon. And Barney."

"Course it doesn't mean you might not see things." Beth looked at us both and we both nodded. Even I could figure out what she meant. "Caitie, you turn a corner in BTS house and see Robert or Jevon fucking your Mom, you...well you need to be ready for that, to be mature, to be happy and encouraging. Happy for her, for them both."

"Yes, Beth. I promise."

"And you Liz. You go to ask Barney a question about his schedule and you find your little princess here on her knees sucking him off, you do the same."

"Yes, Beth. I promise." Said Mom. But I didn't think that would happen since Barney preferred fucking to getting a blowjob to begin with. But of course I could see the point.

"But you both have the 3 month honeymoon so don't worry much about it for now. And by the way, the honeymoon doesn't cover lez events for us girls. So Caitie you'll still be part of those – at least if and when Barney wants that. But Jevon decided that to avoid any stress in the honeymoon period Liz will not take part in them. John here has graciously offered up Kim and Janice to continue your lez training for the time being."

John let out a belly laugh and said to Mom. "If that's OK with you we mean."

And Mom was all flustered and blushing and got all girly, which was kind of cute to be truthful, and blushed some more and I could see Beth and John laughing a little but Mom was trying to be all serious and to show her obedience and all and said "The privilege will be all theirs, John." Which I knew what she meant, and I know they did too, but still. So now she had finally embarrassed me, but I still loved her for what she was trying to say. And John and Beth both seemed to enjoy it.

So at least I wouldn't have to worry about doing stuff with Mom, at least for a while. And I have to say even though I would have followed their orders was a big relief. I bet to Mom too.

John asked "But speaking of the 2 of you together there's something I've wondered about."

We waited and he smiled so nice at the two of us we both just melted. Or at least I know I did. And it made me wonder whether he would still be in charge of me and my medical condition, you know the T-nodes, even if he had said they were about totally gone. Like would he still examine me?

"Liz. You ever get to see her, or watch. I mean Caitie?"

Mom looked dreamy and content. But neither of us knew what he meant.

"I mean in action with Julian. You ever get to see him fucking her?"

"Oh. No sir!" Not offended like but kind of maybe. "Because that was private."

"But you let them. You encouraged them?"

"Well I...not really. I just...I did let him sleep over a few times, maybe 5 or 6. Cause then Caitie wouldn't have to take the bus home from his place and I always worried about her."

"But those 5 or 6 times, you never saw them?"

"No sir!" Emphatically. "No, they would be in her bedroom and I..."

"What about hearing it? You ever happen to walk by her bedroom door or..."

I was watching her face. It scrunched up a little. Now she looked dreamy but scrunched is all I can tell you. "Well, maybe once or twice."

"And you heard, what?"

"Well once she was blowing him, cause I could hear him instructing her. You know like "All mouth Caitie, you're gonna keep it wet for me." And I could hear her gagging a little."

"And the other time?"

"The other time they were fucking and I heard them both. Right when he came. I could tell."

"And you enjoyed hearing it?"

Mom didn't answer but kind of pulled her mouth to one side and looked pretty funny. He went on. "What about Julian? Did you know he wanted to fuck you?"

"Well, no. I mean not exactly. I mean he was very nice, very complimenterous to me. Especially like when we were at the pool and he'd send Caitie in the house for drinks or whatever and he'd tell me how nice I looked, you know in my bathing suit."

"And you liked that?"

"He would look. You know. At my breasts. When he was saying it. And he touched them a few times, but just by accident, when we were, you know, playing around in the pool. But that was all 3 of us."

"And what did you do after he said that, that he liked your tits?"

"Oh, I...I just...I think after I went in and showered and got her room ready. Cause he was sleeping over that night. You know just fresh sheets and air it out and make the room nice so they would both enjoy it."

Which. I'm listening and I'm like not mad at Mom at all even if some girls would be. Cause she really was trying to be nice. But that Julian. Like I said earlier. What a dick! Cause any boyfriend who wants to fuck his girlfriend's mom is not the boyfriend for me! Good riddance I say. And I was glad I was never actually in love with him cause it would be gross.

Then Beth took over. "I think we've got that one John. And what about the other way around? Caitie?"

"Yes Beth?"

"Have you ever seen Liz getting fucked Caitie?"

"No." I mean why would I see Mom like that? With Daddy? Gross!

"Or giving a blowjob?" And a little stab went through me. I didn't know why.

"No...I...no, of course, ...no....but I..." Suddenly I got all tongue tied.

"What Caitie?" Mom turned to me with a puzzled look.

"John tells me that she is an excellent cocksucker. Have you seen her at it? Truth now girlie!"




Caitlyn's Treatment Ch.20



"No. I honestly haven't. It's just..." I probably should not have said "it's just" cause it made it sound like I had sort of when actually I really hadn't just like I was telling her. But I felt all confused and was kind of like panicking for some reason I couldn't have said.

John came in to save me. He laughed. "Wait. I think I know what's she's wondering. The red panties Caitie?"

I was too embarrassed to answer with them all looking at me. But I nodded.

For the last few weeks or maybe months there was this crazy mental image I had of Mom. It was her years ago when she was a student (for 1 year) at the U – back in the days when they accepted everyone. In my image she was on her bed in a dorm room blowing a guy while she wore these cute red panties, well at least what I think counted as cute way back then in the Stone Age. 

But this mental image. I always see her from behind, like her butt in the panties is up in the air in the front of the image and her back and head slope down to his crotch. And his legs are spread wide for her. So you can tell she's sucking the dude's cock even if her beautiful long curly hair (which I loved how pretty her hair was back then) covers up her face and mouth and everything. And I can see his chest and arms and legs but only part of his face cause he's laying back on the pillow with one arm covering his eyes. The guy looks pretty hot in the scene. So does Mom who has a really pretty butt and you can see how slender her thighs and waist are and she looks so hot in those red panties. And her right tit is hanging below looking so sexy. 

And you can tell the guy is really enjoying the blowjob. And you can tell for sure it's Mom cause you can see this little round birth mark she has on her inner thigh. I'd seen it plenty of times when she wore a bikini.

And it was crazy. I mean how did I dream that up? I mean I wasn't even born then. 

But it seemed so real every time, like I was there watching her go down on him. Like I could hear him gasping for breath cause she was doing it so nice. And I could hear her gagging a little every time she took his cock in really deep. And I knew she was cradling his balls so nice while she sucked. And I knew he was going to cum really soon. And I knew she'd let him cum in her mouth. Cause it seemed like she was so totally into it.

But how on earth?

John said "Well she never did see it. Not really. But we made it real for her anyway. Gave her an image of it, one that became vivid and real to her over time. And the blowjob itself certainly did occur."

"Beth." This was John to Mom. "Do you remember Jim Favielli?"

Mom's eyes opened wide and she blushed again. She looked so confused and vulnerable then. But I guess maybe we both did.

"Yes. But how...?"

He turned to Beth. "After we found Caitie we had to wait around a while till she turned 18. There wasn't much we could do. We had Julian dating her but that was it. But when he told us about the hot mom we decided to do some research on her. Easy to trace, back to her home, her parents and up through high school and then to when she went to the U for that one year. Janice did all the research."

"So then Janice, who is exceptionally thorough at this sort of thing, decided to get the college yearbook from that time. And lo and behold there was this picture of Beth here, Liz, at some dance and underneath the photo it says "Senior Jim Favielli enjoying time with date Beth Carlson." And I gotta say Beth you looked really beautiful in the picture."

Mom blushed. "I did? Thank you. I...I had on a red striped dress." So she remembered it. But she didn't know what else to say.

"You did, very pretty too. Very feminine and sweet." He turned again towards Beth. "So we figured. Let's see if we can find this Favielli. You know shed some light on who she was back then. Remember none of us had met Liz at that time. We only had a few current photos of her from Julian. So find Favielli."

"And it was easy. Turns out he's a lawyer now practicing up north just about 2 hours away. And I decided to have Janice visit him and feel him out. See what he knows, what he remembers of Liz. See if there's anything of use there. And she says let me bring Kim along. You know, as bait. Leave it to Janice to anticipate these things. And the two of them got an appointment with him."

"Jim? He lives..." Mom seemed a little in shock.

John ignored that and went on. "So they talked to him and tried easing into the questions. They might have implied at first that Liz was some distant cousin they were looking for. But he was all put off. Like I don't know who you're talking about. And I don't know her. And none of your business and so forth. It took Janice some time to convince him they weren't after him in some way. And then the bait came out."

"Beth? Caitie? You both know Kim. Liz especially since we never did get a chance to hook up Caitie with her. But you know her. Think she'd work as bait?"

To which the answer was obvious. I think we both just got redder. No one said anything. But his "Liz especially" reminded me how Mom had gone down on Kim. I never had. Probably Kim did Mom too which was a bit upsetting actually. I think Kim is sort of a slut is all.

"In exchange for a blowjob from Kim this guy opens up totally. How they dated 4 months his senior year, which was her freshman year. How he had fucked her the first night of freshman orientation. How hot she was, how willing and easy, how submissive. Almost perfect. But a better cocksucker than a fuck. And it's like we hit the mother lode of information here. All the details up to how he drops her over semester break when he meets a new slut to replace her."

"My girls thought they had everything he knew and were about to leave when Favielli offers them another deal. He gets to fuck them both together and he has one more thing they'll want. And at first they were sceptical. But he convinces them to come back in a week. Which they do."

"And they go to a hotel where he does them together. And he gives them what they want. Which is a picture. He's had it blown up 8 X 10 and everything. And it's a picture of Liz here sucking his cock in her dorm room when she was 18, same as Caitie is today. That's the picture Caitie has had in her head."

And I'm like "oh-my-God" and Beth was like "oh-my-God" and then finally Mom was like "OH-MY-GOD!" And then Mom was like "But how..." and I was like "And how..."

"It turned out to be the night of that dance, the one we had the year book picture from. At some point this Jim guy convinces Liz it's time to leave and go up to her room to fuck. And she was reluctant cause she was on her period. So he says OK then you can just suck my cock."

"And they go up to the room only to find that her roommate is already in there getting ready to get fucked by her boyfriend. And Liz wanted to leave but the 2 guys convince the girls they should just hang there a while and party. Course the guys are thinking that it'd be hot for each couple to watch while the other screwed or sucked or whatever, but they don't say that right away. I think some weed was involved."

And Mom was nodding at that. "Some vodka too."

"Anyhow the girls agree and the next thing they know Jim's hand is up Liz's dress and the roommate has her top off. Pretty soon the roommate is getting screwed by the other guy, and he says to Jim, right in the middle of fucking, "Get the camera." Turns out the roommate was into photography and has an expensive camera right there on her bureau. By now the girls are wasted enough that no one objects. So Jim starts snapping photos of the other couple fucking."

"She was pretty. My roommate Natalie." Mom's voice was pretty soft and meek right then.

"Then Jim can't wait any longer so he starts taking off Liz's clothes, only she won't let him take off her panties cause of her period. And they hop into bed and she starts sucking his cock. And he's making it last – really making her work hard, says she was excellent even then – cause he sees that the other guy has bust his nut in the first girl and is now snapping photos of the bj. With the roommate passed out on her bed. So Jim cums in her mouth, Liz's pretty, pretty mouth, and she swallows it all up for him. He says it was one of the best blowjobs of his life."

"After that the 2 guys and Beth get dressed and leave to go back to the dance. They leave the roommate, Natalie was it?, laying there naked on the bed, cum all over her belly and tits."

"So pretty." And I could tell Mom was a little more comfortable thinking about having seen Natalie get fucked than she was about what she and the Jim guy did.

"By the next day the 2 guys have had the film from the camera processed. But the girls freak when they remember at last what happened. They ask for the film back. The guys put up a fight but in the end they hand it over. Then the girls demand any prints back. At first the guys lie about it and say there aren't any. But they finally break and hand over the set of photos. They tell the girls that that's everything and get them to believe it."

"There was just the one set. Natalie and I couldn't even look. We burned them." Quiet. Meek.

"But of course they had printed 2 sets, one for each of them. So they still had the one set and they split it up. Jim has held on to his for all these years, says there are 8 of them. The 3-way he had with Janice and Kim way got us the one print, but that's all we ever needed. That's the photo. Liz here with her ass in the air bending down to suck his dick. That's the scene in Caitie's head."

Beth said "Damn you are good. But hearing the story after what else you've told me, well isn't there another question here?"

We all sat and waited.

Beth turned to Mom. "Liz. The red panties...."

"I just thought they were nice with the dress. I had the same bra too."

"Yes but. Keeping them on. Did you really have your period?"

"Cause it hurt when he fucked me."

"You weren't a virgin. He had already fucked you, right?"

"Three times before that night. Like he said the first day of freshman orientation was the first time. I was a virgin before that. It hurt."

Which even if it's weird to compare I'm thinking I have that beat cause Jevon had fucked me on campus before I ever enrolled. Not to compare, but I doubt many girls could make that kind of claim.

And John burst in. "Damn! You're right. She's always had this problem of lubricating. So it hurt when he fucked her and she pretended to be on her period."

Which, not to criticize, but why do men say "on her period" instead of "had her period"?

Mom said "And I liked blowing him. I think I was good at it cause I started sucking boys in high school. His cock was beautiful. I even like the flavor of a man's semen. Jim's especially."

And Beth asked "Do you like the flavor of your husband's cum?"

"I do. Very much."

"And you're a good little cocksucker for him?"

"I am. I mean I try to be."

"And no more pretending? To a man who wants to fuck you?"

"No. No more. John has fixed that problem."

"Good girl!"

Then Beth turned back to John and asked "But how'd you...?"

"Get it in Caitie's head?"

"Yeah." Which of course had been my question all along. Not that anyone would have listened to me.

"Simple. The old subliminal advertising technique. Once she was 18 we had the image flash on a wall or the ceiling while Julian fucked her, or while she blew him at his apartment. You know, like one one-thousandth of a second kind of flash. Repeated it while he asked Caitie about her Mom's sex life. While he asked was her Mom a good cocksucker. Flashed it a few times in my office with her too while I worked her out with the black dildo and when she was sucking me off. She never had an idea. Just got the image in there. Till she knew it was her Mom. And knew her Mom could be very good that way."

"Amazing."

"Was pretty easy. Even had my girl Kim wear red panties the day of Caitie's first appointment. Caitie ended up wearing them home. We were having fun with it." He chuckled at the recollection. And I could remember seeing those panties under Kim's little white dress and how confused I'd been to wake up in them the next day.

Which I had to admit was true even though – and I would never criticize John, not at all – it was a little sneaky. I think he might have known though that I felt that cause he turned to me to comfort my hurt feelings. At least I think that's what he was doing. Being nice as he always is. And explaining things to me.

"I know Caitie. But it was necessary too. To build up your confidence. Cause you were so ashamed of your failure to please Julian with your mouth. Remember that you were my little "failed fellatrix." And it was a real problem with the nodes in you then. Shame was our enemy. Cause how you gonna work it out while you're too ashamed to work at it? See, we needed you confident. Or at least hopeful. Of improvement. And showing how your Mom was an excellent cocksucker really did help. Like showing you your bloodline, showing you how your Mom did it. I know it helped in those early days."

For a few minutes no one knew what to say. The story had been so intense for both me and Mom that we almost were out of breath. It seemed like it anyway. I know it was such a relief for me to feel that I wasn't crazy at least, wasn't just imagining stuff from Mom's college days. And I even think it was good for Mom to have it come out and to bond with Beth the way they just had. The way girls do when they open up about sex to one another.

But now I just had to find a new question or topic. Then Mom beat me to it, which told me she was handling things in an appropriate way. Whoosh!

"So do I live at home once this starts? Or live at BTS?"

Beth answered. "Well here at your home officially. For real too a lot of the time. Especially when your husband is around, visits back from China I mean. Or if your other daughter..."

"Sam." I interjected.

"What?"

"Sam. Her name is Sam. Samantha."

Beth seemed confused by this but went on. "Well then if Sam is home on holiday or whatever. We want to be supportive of your family obligations. But you'll have your own room at BTS too. So if you need to stay over you'll be all set. A place to have your clothes and personal items. With a nice bathroom attached of course. And it'll be private to you. Someone wants you we have other rooms for that. This is just for you."

Mom was beaming. "That sounds lovely! But who does my job if I need time with Sam or Bill?"

"See that was Jevon's original idea. If we had the mother and daughter we could finesse that stuff. And to a degree we still can when we have Caitie here. But only if Barney can give her up for the time. We'll just have to see how that goes."

Finally I got to ask. "About school. At the U I mean. Is Barney really OK with me still being a student?" Cause I didn't want to let him down like that.

Beth again. "Of course he is. Just like we need to support you both in your family obligations we, Barney especially, are totally committed to supporting you as a student. There's nothing better for you Caitie than to be successful in your education."

And now I was beaming. But I still had one more question.

"You know all those grades? That you and John gave us. Or rather just me? Well..."

"Yes?"

"Well this may sound stupid but... But do they end up on like my college transcript or something?"

Beth and John burst out laughing. But it didn't make me feel bad. Cause I had an idea here.

John took the lead then. "No, certainly not Caitie. Those are private for just me and Beth and Jevon."

"Just the three of you?"

"Yes, Caitie. Scouts honor." He had raised his hand and was grinning at me.

And then I had him. Cause I wasn't really being stupid. He said what I expected him to say.

"So then...then they're private from Janice and Kim too?"

Which, given what he'd already said, he had to agree to. It made him frown a little at me like I'd let him down. And I could see that it made Mom uncomfortable too. But I stood my ground which is what I'm trying to get better at. That and sucking cock.

Cause for one thing now I was owned by Barney I would never ever want him to be embarrassed or ashamed of me and of my grades. Especially of that 7 on my tits. And for another thing that cunt Kim would for sure blab all over town, or at least to Cindy's sister, that my tits were only a 7. Not that hers were any better.

And I apologize to John right here and now if I offended him in any way. And even to Janice and Kim too. Cause I really do love them all even if Barney is the only person in my life that I like totally love, I mean not counting Mom and Dad and Sam of course. And I apologize. But now I was owned by Barney I didn't see how my allegiance could be to anyone but him. Forever. And even if I sort of tricked John there well let's face it I may have failed as a fabulous fellatrix there for a while but he did sort of trick me too with those sneaky photos of Mom blowing that dude in college.

Finally Beth said. "So let's wrap this up. Any final questions girls?"

To which, well it felt inside like there were a million more questions, but to be honest none that I could think of right then. Plus once she said "wrap it up" it wasn't like me or Mom was stupid.

"So let me tell you what happens next." And we both, I think, got kind of all excited and tingly and girly for her then.

"When's your next period Caitie?"

Which was embarrassing cause John is a man and all and even if he had examined me regularly down there it's still something girls don't like to talk about in front of a man. But of course I did.

"Soon. Next 2 or 3 days."

"OK. Nice and regular is it?"

"Yes. Cause of the birth control."

"Good. Our cycles are about the same. I'm due in 3 or 4 myself." And she smiled.

"And you Liz?"

"Probably about a week from now. My mensa is very regular too." Which, menses, but no one cared even if it did make them smile. Mom tends to get in trouble with words.

"Fine. We'll schedule then about 2 weeks out when we're all nice and pretty and fresh for the men. Will work for Kristen too which is important now that she's lead girl."

John asked. "First event?"

"Yes. Well their welcome party. Their coming out party. Kristen's too. Which you, darling Liz, will get to plan. The brothers should be back well before that but not too many since it's not a major meeting or anything. We'll have you plan for 10 to 15 at most Liz. Counting the girls. We can go over the details you need in the next few days."

And Mom was like "Oh. This is sooooo exciting!" Which I totally agreed with her on that one.

"And John we'll be delighted to have you there of course. Kim and Janice too if you want. That's up to you."

"Thank you Beth. I wouldn't miss it."

"And now. If we're really done for now there is just one more thing. Barney."

My eyes, ears and my little titties all came to attention.

Beth said "He wants to offer you a little gift on this night Caitie."

"Oh My God! Really?" But he is so nice and so generous and it was just like him to think of me here even if he couldn't be present himself due to his important meeting.

"Really." Beth stood and unzipped her skirt. As she did she said "Jevon held you back." The skirt came off. "From my pussy." She slid her panties down – they were really cute with this sort of paisley style I hadn't seen in the stores and would have to ask about – later. "At the BTS event." She was unbuttoning her blouse. I could see John and Mom looking on – Mom with her mouth wide open which didn't look great but I couldn't blame anyone who was seeing Beth take off her clothes for the first time. "Because he wanted to see." She reached behind and undid the clasp of her bra – which was just plain yellow for some reason. "How you would handle disappointment." The bra slid off and her amazing breasts were on display. Mom gave a little gasp of appreciation. "But now." She moved over and lay on the carpet in front of the fireplace. She raised her knees but kept them together. "Barney thinks." Then her knees spread and the 3 of us were looking at her lovely cunt. "That I should welcome you officially." The soft, fine blonde hairs surrounding her pussy were so pretty and I was glad Jevon let her keep it like that even if he and Barney both like mine shaved. "By letting you. Eat my pussy."




Caitlyn's Treatment Ch.20



I didn't say a word. I couldn't have if I tried. I climbed off the couch trying to be as ladylike as she had been. Of course I was already naked. My breathing was heavy. I heard Mom saying "Oh My God!" as I walked to her. I knelt. Between her spread legs.

But before I could Beth said over my head "And John? Jevon thought you might want to fuck Liz once more as Caitie serves me. Welcome gift for her too I mean."

"My pleasure Beth!" And he jumped up and started to disrobe. I looked behind me and saw Mom jump up too and kneel in front of him to undo his trousers. And to take his shirt and boxers and put them on the pile with all the girl undies.

I turned back to Beth but she had one more instruction. "I think if you were to do her right here..." indicating "...above my head...that's right...do her doggy...that's right, with Liz pointing our way...good...God her tits are pretty!...then the 2 girls will get to see...most everything. Yes, now Caitie. Get to see most everything that the other....good girl...has been trained for and...oh-my-god! – and....ohhhh....and ohhhh that's it John...fuck her hard...and oh-my-god Caitie..."