0 comments/ 139632 views/ 4 favorites The Doctor Is In Ch. 1 By: johnwadd I smiled and waved goodbye to my nurse as she backed out of the parking lot. It was past time for the office to officially close and I had a little time to finish my paperwork before my last appointment for the week arrived. I glanced at the clock. It was now 6:15 and my charge would be here in a few minutes. Sitting down at my desk I opened my medical reference book and looked through it for a proper diagnosis. Insurance these days was getting reluctant to pay for my treatment, so I had to fudge a little on the paperwork. To give you a little background, I am a practicing psychiatrist by the name of Doctor Rhymer. My practice covers a lot of different mental conditions and diseases but sometimes the psychiatric community does not recognize my diagnoses or treatments. My treatments cover every type of conditions from simple depression to what society considers sexual perversions. The money is great, but that is really a secondary consideration. The sweetest part of the job is to get paid for doing what you enjoy. This patient was a special case to say the least and it was my pleasure as it would be hers to take my treatment. The buzzer on my door went off exactly at 6:30. A soft yet vibrant voice came over the intercom. "Doctor Rymer, this is Constance Hightower. I am here for my 6:30 appointment." I looked at the security monitor and a woman with shoulder length black hair was illuminated by the soft glow of the streetlights. Even though she appeared to be in her late 30's or early 40's, the woman was attractive by most anybody's standards. Pressing the lock release button that was installed under the desk, I heard a short buzz and she turned the handle and walked through my door. "Good evening Ms. Hightower, I'm Dr. Rhymer," I said standing and introducing myself to the brunette for the first time. "Good evening doctor," she said in a voice that had an edge or aristocracy in it. Her skin was soft as it touched my hand and I felt a warm tingle move directly from my fingers, up my arm and then down to the more vital parts of my body. Having never met this woman before, I held onto her hand firmly but gently and smiled. Life had taught me that first impressions were the most important. I took a long look at the beautiful creature before me. From the bottom of her feet to the top of her head she was all woman. "My pleasure Ms. Hightower," I said in my best professional manner. The sparkle of the diamonds in the necklace that she wore around her neck glistened in the artificial electric lights as she pulled off her jacket. It must have cost a small fortune I thought to myself as she turned with her back to me and hung her coat on the rack by the door. My eyes averted to her legs as she turned. It had been years since I had seen a woman wearing black stockings with a seam that moved from the tops of her pristine white shoes, up her legs to her firm thighs and then up to the hem of her dress. Memories of my childhood came rushing in as I recalled the nights I had spent under my covers with a flashlight looking at the pinup models and masturbated like a wild monkey. As unprofessional as it would be considered, I imagined her posed on the pages of those magazines right next to Betty Page. "Right this way Ms. Hightower," I said motioning to my office door. I watched her shapely hips sway from side to side as she walked. The pair of white 6-inch heels had pushed her ass up into a very neat package that seemed to beg to be fondled. Clad in a tight white dress that clung to her mature body like a glove, it was very obvious that she had taken very good care of herself over the years. Her demeanor did not betray her upbringing. Being a woman of means, she was used to talking down to people and myself being a doctor didn't seem to make any difference to her. Turning around, she looked at me as if to size me up. I could almost hear the gears turning inside her head as she looked at me. "Please, call me Constance Dr. Rhymer," she said. "Perhaps later," I said not wanting to get on a first name basis just yet. In stature not a tall man, I always let my patients know who the authority figure in this game was. I stared directly into her baby blue eyes that had just a hint of red from lack of sleep. Although she didn't turn her head, her eyes darted to the side quickly. When she sensed I wasn't going to stop my gaze, she stared directly back at me. I could see into the soul of a woman who was deeply tormented. Before I could help this poor child I would first have to show her who was in charge! "Could we please hurry Dr. Rhymer, I have a very busy schedule this weekend." "As have I Ms. Hightower," I said tersely. "First, we need to go over your case a little. Please, take a seat." Not used to taking orders from anyone, the frown on her face made the crowsfeet around her eyes more pronounced. The fact that she did not like the drain on her precious time came through loud and clear! Constance took a seat in front of my desk sat down and I moved behind to my chair. Adjusting herself, she crossed her shapely legs. My mind did it's best to imagine the silky skin of her thighs under her black nylon stockings. Years ago I had learned that you must always keep an air of superiority to your patients. With this in mind, I'd had my chair and desk arranged so that no matter how tall a person was, they were always looking up to me. Busying myself, I picked up her case file that had been sent over from her last psychiatrist and flipped through the pages. Constance Hightower was her name and not only was she one of the richest women in the country but at 6 feet tall, and a well proportioned 200 pounds, she was what some men would consider amazon. Her fortune had been accumulated the old fashioned way. She inherited it. Ms. Hightower as she was known, was CEO and Chief Operating Officer for Hightower Enterprises. Her grandfather H. J. Hightower had been one of the robber barons from the turn of the century. Like he did shortly after the great depression, she became one of the people who bought up small firms in the mid to late 80's and took them under the wing of her multinational corporation. She assumed the leadership roles in these companies as well as people's lives and used them as she saw fit. Now that in itself was not necessarily a bad thing, but when she used it to pursue her vendettas against people she considered her enemies, she was destroying innocent people's lives. It had been my experience over the years that guilt can overpower a person's life and make them a very miserable being. Other members of the medical community had been unable to help her. As a last resort, they sent her to me to see if my "therapy" would make her feel better. If she cooperated, she was going to get the full treatment and maybe, just maybe she would think twice about how her actions affected other people's lives. "So if you could give me a list numbered from one to ten, what would the number one problem be for you Ms. Hightower," I asked? "I am having trouble sleeping at night Doctor." "And what do you feel is causing this lack of sleep Constance?" Eyes that were as cold as ice looked at me as she related her story. "I guess it's the stress that is associated with my business. I have been to doctor after doctor and nobody seems to be able to help me. You are my last hope." "First a couple of questions Ms. Hightower. Are you married?" "No," came her reply. "Children?" I asked. Constance shook her head. "Significant other?" "No doctor. I've never had time for that tom-foolery!" she said matter of factly. "Tom-foolery," I asked? "Interesting indeed." I picked up her file and opened it. "I see you have quite an extensive medical background here." I thumbed through the papers. "Obsessive" read one diagnosis. "Compulsive" read another. "Controlling," read another and on and on. Page after page of medical jargon that showed that basically she was one messed up little girl. Perhaps I could add sexually frustrated to her list. "I suppose the doctors that sent you here told you a little about my treatment plan?" "No. Not really. They only told me that you were doing some experimental therapy." "Yes, it's highly experimental and not necessarily accepted by most of the psychiatric community. In order for me to treat you I need you to sign some 'consent for treatment' forms," I told her as I set the paper on the smooth glass top desk. I pushed the paper across to her and handed her a pen. "Sign this consent form and we will get you on the road to recovery." Constance quickly glanced over the form and I watched her thick painted lips as they moved up and down slightly as she read the document. Satisfied that she was not getting taken to the cleaners, she scrawled her signature on it and I stood up and walked to the door. "Right this way Ms. Hightower," I said as I led her into the hallway. We walked down the short corridor that led to my examination room. She followed me in and pushed the door closed behind her. Sitting down on the stool in front of the lady, I gave her ample figure the once-over with my eyes before I spoke. "Now the first thing we have to do is to have you remove your clothing." "My clothing? Doctor, I'm in here for psychiatric treatment. I'm not in here for my annual physical!" she said gruffly. I shook my head and stood up. Walking to the door I pulled it open. "Very well Constance, if that's the way you want it. I wish you well in your search for healing." "What?" she asked a look of confusion coming over her pretty face. "But Dr. Rhymer!" "Well my dear, you see it's like this. I am a psychiatrist and I have the same medical background as all the other doctors that you have been to." I pointed to the degrees that were framed neatly on the wall. "I have a very extensive background in the treatment of many different types of afflictions! Now," I continued, "if you are really interested in making yourself an acceptable member of the community, you will do exactly anything and everything I say. If you wish not to do this, you are free to walk out of her now and you can go back to the so called doctors that tried to help you before!" "But Doctor, they couldn't help me," she pleaded as a small tear moved down her cheek. Her mascara made a dark path down her face. "That's right my good woman. They could not, but I can if you will follow my directions and do everything that I tell you to." I watched for some sign that would indicate what would come next. "Yes doctor," she said after a short pause. Her expression seemed to change from one of sadness to one of desperation and she reached behind her and pulled her long black hair up. "Could you assist me doctor?" she asked as turned her back to me. I looked at the woman's shapely hips as I walked up behind her and placed my hand on her zipper. My nerves seemed to be on edge and the fine hairs on the back of her neck tickled my fingers lightly. The energy from this woman seemed to transfer to me as I moved closely to her. The smell of expensive perfume danced inside my nose as I slowly pulled the zipper down on her dress. I took one last deep breath to take in her fragrance and then turned and walked to the door, pushing it shut. "Very good Constance," I said as I sat back down on my stool. "Please continue my dear." "You're not going to watch are you Doctor?" she asked as she pulled the dress open slightly, revealing her beautiful shoulders. "It's all part of the treatment. Now finish disrobing." Constance turned her back to me and started to pull the dress off. Picking my note pad up I opened it and set it on my lap. "Turn around girl," I said raising my voice slightly. Pausing for a moment, she turned to face me and pulled the dress down just a little more. I tried to keep an air of professionalism about me as Constance pulled the dress from her shoulders and her tan skin came into view. Words could not express the excitement that surged through my body as I sat there watching this beautiful woman perform her private striptease for me. All of the years of medical training hadn't diminished my appreciation for the female form. The dress inched down slowly, revealing her beautiful mature body. My eyes were fixed on her shoulders as the tops of her breasts peeked over the top. I held my breath as I watched her magnificent mamories appear before my eyes. Her breasts were pulled tightly and firmly together with a lacy black bra that had obviously been custom made to accentuate her ample breasts. As if in slow motion, her white dress moved down her body and then fell to the floor in a pile and she stepped out of it. Bending over, I watched her cleavage as she picked up her dress. Uprighting herself, she neatly folded the dress and placed it on the counter top next to the wall. Nervously she looked at me with huge blue eyes that seemed to open her very soul to me. "Everything doctor?" she asked, as she stood before me in her black bra, a pair of sheer black panties and black stockings. "You may leave the stockings and the shoes but everything else must come off," I said, commanding her with my eyes and leaving no doubt that I was the party in control. Without another word, her hand moved between her breasts and one at a time her neatly manicured nails pulled the clasps apart that held her cups together. The room was cool but small beads of perspiration had begun to develop between the cleft of her breasts. I wondered inwardly how it would feel to have her wonderful tits pressed against the side of my face while I tasted the salty fluid that had collected there. When she put her hand on the last clasp, she looked up at me once again with those beautiful eyes and I nodded. Her slender fingers pulled the last clasp apart and the material sprung apart slightly from the pressure of her large mature breasts. "Take it off Constance," I said as sat there, my eyes fixed on her large fleshy mounds. Her hands took hold of the cups of her bra and I hoped that she could not hear my heart pounding in the silence in the room. Soon her large breasts were freed and she pulled the straps of the lacy bra from her shoulders. Constance stood naked from the waist up and I reveled in her stark beauty. Amazingly, there was hardly any sag in her full breasts. I moved my notebook around on my lap to hide my natural male reaction as her brown silver dollar sized nipples stared back at me. No tan lines were visible on her large fleshy globes but her skin was soft and well cared for. Writing a note in my book, I nodded and she slowly began to release her stockings from the snaps of her garter. My penis was beginning to betray my education big time from the private strip show this beautiful woman was performing for me. Long slender fingers pulled the clips apart that held her stockings and then she unsnapped her garter belt and pulled it from her waist. Next, she slowly peeled her panties off and pushed them toward the floor. An indentation became visible against the slight bulge of her tummy where the elastic had pressed against her skin. I held my breath as they made their way down her hips. As if in slow motion, she pulled them down and her neatly cropped patch of pubic hair peeked over the top. She watched my reaction as she pulled them down and I did my best not to look like a dirty old man but try as I may, it was all I could do to keep from staring at her natural beauty. Her panties lying in a crumpled heap on the floor, she once again bent over to pick them up and placed them with her other clothes. Standing naked before me, except for her stockings and shoes, her hands trembled slightly. Being the good doctor, I did not want my patient to be nervous so I stood and walked to the cabinet. Opening the door I took an alcohol swab and syringe and out pulled the wrapper off of them. "What are you going to do now doctor," she asked as she watched me. "You seem to be extremely nervous Constance and I think that maybe a mild sedative will make you more comfortable." Constance quickly nodded in agreement as she watched me insert the needle into a small container and I drew out the clear fluid. Making sure the air bubbles were out I withdrew the needle and pointed the needle toward the ceiling. "This will sting slightly," I said as I walked behind her and my eyes zeroed in on my target. I touched the soft flesh of her buttocks and I could feel her tense slightly as my fingers pressed against her skin. I cleaned a small area and pointing the needle, I quickly pushed it into her tightly muscled ass. Constance took a deep breath as the needle pierced her perfectly tanned buttocks and as quickly as I inserted the needle, I pushed the medicine into her buttocks and then withdrew it. Cleansing the skin once more, I disposed of the needle and motioned for her to get on the examining table. A drug induced calmness immediately started to come over her. Constance moved to the examining table and placed herself in the center. As I waited for the medicine to take full effect, I did the usual doctor stuff. Blood pressure, reflexes, pulse, temperature, ear, nose and throat exam. "Feeling a little calmer now Constance?" I asked her as I touched her thigh. "Yes doctor," she said seeming to be much less nervous. "Excellent," I said as I patted her leg. "Now lay across the table." The paper on the table rustled as she moved back on her elbows and lay down. I watched intently as she positioned her body across the padded bench. Adjusting herself, I waited until she was comfortable before I moved beside her. The medication was starting to take its effect and I smiled at the thought of what was to come. "The next part of the exam may be a little uncomfortable but it is necessary to get a good indication of your physical condition." Constance looked at me with her big blue eyes and she smiled slightly, as I stood over her. I moved my hand to her left breast and touched the firm mound. I gently moved my fingers around on her chest. Constance closed her eyes and I watched her face for indications that I was going too far. I saw none so I moved my hand closer to the center of her breast. Her nipple was visibly becoming erect in the cool air of the examining room and it stood up slightly. My fingers moved ever so slightly up and I gently touched her large nipple. Her eyes snapped open as felt my fingers. I pulled my hand back and touched her shoulder lightly. "I'm sorry Ms. Hightower, did that hurt?" "No doctor. It just surprised me," she blushed slightly. Again my hand moved back to her breast and she once more closed her eyes. This time she was not startled as I touched her nipple. The softness of her skin felt good against the palms of my hands as I felt around, satisfying my need to caress this woman. I removed my hand from her left breast and proceeded my examination the same way with her right one. True to form, the nipple on that breast was erect as well. Taking my hands from her breast I picked up my notepad and made another entry. "Now I am going to test the nerve endings in your breasts Constance," I told her. "How are you going to do that," she asked her eyes open once more. "Trust me Constance and I will make you so much better," I said as I touched the side of her face. Closing her eyes I sat my notepad down and my finger found their way to her nipples. She trembled slightly as I took each one between the thumb and forefinger of my hands. "Now tell me when this becomes uncomfortable," I said as I put just a slight pressure on her tender nipples. I watched her reaction as I slightly increased the pressure against them. When she made no move, I increased it slightly and then slightly again. I continued to increase the pressure until I could see her facial expression change. "Is that too much," I asked? The Doctor Is In Ch. 1 "No doctor," she said. I could tell that it was getting to be uncomfortable but I continued to increase my pressure she softly gasped. "Ooh," she groaned softly as I held the tips of her breasts between my fingers. "Ok, I am going to hold them and you tell me when you can stand it no longer." Constance tried to keep the pain from showing but it was evident on her face. Looking up at the clock on the wall, I timed to see how long she could tolerate the pain. 30 seconds, 45 seconds, 1 minute and then finally a minute and a half. "Please stop!" she said. Slowly and as deliberately as I had increased the pressure, I decreased it until I finally removed my hands from her now red buds. "Good pain tolerance," I said as I made a notation in my book. "Are you ok Ms. Hightower?" "Yes doctor," she said a noticeable slur coming to her words. "Shall we continue then?" I asked. "Yes doctor. You know best," she said as she closed her eyes once more. "Very well." I put my hands once more her body I felt my way down them, across her rib cage. "Oh doctor, your hands are nice," she said as I moved my way down her torso. I felt a slight tremble as I made my way down her body. "Thank you my dear," I said as I continued my examination. Across her rib cage, to her stomach, down across her abdomen and then I moved my hands down to her upper hips. "Very good pelvic structure," I told her as my hands moved their way down. A smile spread across her face as I gently felt around her lower extremities. My hands now moved to the sides of her hips and I felt across the fleshy sides of her nicely muscled buttocks. I massaged her hip joints for a moment and then in unison, I moved my hands toward the center. Her pubic area was trimmed to a v-shape that barely covered the area above her vaginal lips. The skin felt soft as my fingers touched the freshly waxed area. My cock was now straining against my scrub pants as my fingers made their way across the soft down of her pubic mound. Tracing little circular motions on her thin patch of hair, I glanced at her face and she seemed to be drifting in and out of sleep from the medication she had been given earlier. I removed my hands from her body and walked to the foot of the table. I glanced down and admired the totally nude woman before me. Never in my life had I seen such a fine specimen of a human being. "Are you still with us Constance?" I asked as I stood looking at her. "Yes," she slurred, not opening her eyes. I smiled broadly, knowing that she was conscious but that the medicine had totally taken away any inhibitions that she might have had. I moved forward and took hold of her legs, directly behind the knees and gently pulled her body down until the bottoms of her buttocks were even with the edge of the table. The rustling of the paper made her become aware of her surroundings, she began to become uncomfortable when I pulled the stirrups out and placed her feet, still covered in the white heels into the stirrups. "What are you doing doctor," she asked? "Trust my dear. Trust is the key to your healing," I said as I pulled my stool up and sat down with my face directly between her legs. Smiling, I admired her vaginal lips that were slightly spread before me. I reached my hand forward and touched them lightly with my fingers. I heard Constance moan a softly as placed the backs of my hands against the bare flesh above the tops of her stocking covered legs. "You have to trust!" Goose bumps dotted her flesh as my hand made their way down to the center of her womanhood. I once again touched the tender flesh between her legs. "Yes doctor. God yes doctor,"she breathed as I gently moved my finger, tracing a line around her thin patch of hair, down to her tender opening and then back up again. Mother nature's natural lubrication made her pink lips glisten and her excitement was undeniable. My finger moved easily between her pussy lips and then seemed to grasp it as I pulled it out and held it in front of my face. The fragrance of her flower filled my nose as I brought it to my mouth and touched it to my tongue. Like fine aged bourbon, the pleasant taste of this woman danced across my taste buds. Removing my finger from my tongue, I once again pressed it against her opening and pushed it in a little deeper. Consciously or unconsciously, she moved against my hand. Easily I moved my hand into her deep and then began to move with the rhythm of her breathing. As her breathing increased so did the movement of my finger. My other hand, not wanting to be left out made it's way until it reached the skin that covered her clit. Spreading her lips apart with my thumb and middle finger, I gently moved my finger and found my target. My mouth almost fell open as I pulled the pink skin back that nature had given her to protect her little friend. To my complete surprise, there before me was one of the largest clits I had ever seen in my life! "Well," I said as I touched the little bud and watched as she trembled. "That is amazing Constance," I said as I touched it again. Her body shuddered as I moved my finger, teasing her tender nub. I watched in amazement as it grew under my touch until it had enlarged to at least three-quarters of an inch long! Moving my face forward, to get a closer look, the smell of her cunt once again touched my nose. Blood seemed to flow to my penis at an amazing rate and I felt it swell to full hardness. Constance trembled as she felt my hot breath against her pussy and she started to protest. "No doctor. Please no," she moaned as I moved closer. "Trust Constance," I said as I moved my face forward and gently caressed the enlarged organ with my tongue. Sweet bitterness is the only way to describe the taste of her pussy as my tongue pressed against it. "Oh doctor," she moaned, as her body relented and her touched my head, grasping my hair between her fingers. "Please doctor, don't stop," she said as she tugged on my hair. The haughty woman that had been in my office had now become the girl who needed to have her release. Ever the good doctor, I moved my tongue gently across her clitty. "Oh! Yes!" she panted as I tickled her fancy. "That feels so good!" My tongue gently danced around her enlarged clit, occasionally pulling it past my lips and pulling it inside. Each time I did this she would tremble slightly and attempt to pull my face forward. "Please doctor," she pleaded as she attempted to pull my face against her cunt. "What is it that you would like the good doctor to do Ms. Hightower?" I asked as if I didn't already know. "Please doctor. Please don't be a tease," she asked as she released her grip and moved her hands tenderly through my thick hair. "Constance is being a naughty girl isn't she?" "Yes," she replied deciding to play along. "Constance is being a very naughty girl doctor!" My finger moved to her velvety lips and I could feel her natural moisture and I instinctively opened my lips and closed it around her clit. Tremors moved across her body as I sucked the hardened organ into my mouth. "Oh fuck yes doctor, suck my clit! Suck my fucking clit," she started to yell loudly. I began to suck her clit into my mouth and then I released it and then sucked it in again. Amazingly, her clit grew a little more as I pressed it between my lips. My mouth now worked a sucking in and out motion on her blood engorged clit and my hands instinctively moved around and massaged her firm ass cheeks. She groaned as I kneaded the firm flesh. "Mmmmmm," she groaned as she pulled my face into her pussy. "Oh god, I'm cumming!" she moaned as she pulled me tightly into her. My finger moved down to the bottom of her ass cheek and I waited until she was ready and as I felt her stiffen, I pressed my digit into the opening of her anus! "Oh fuck! Yes! Oh my god!" she yelled and pulled me against her smooth mound. I pressed my finger in deeply and then I felt it. A warm trickling sensation against my chin as she kept me pulled there. "Oh shit!" she squealed loudly and then she bucked against my face one more time and then let go of my hair and she relaxed. I pulled away stunned at what I saw. I had heard of it but I had never actually seen a woman excrete what looked like cum from her pussy! Constance's lay there panting, eyes closed until her breathing began to slow. Sexual satisfaction mixed with the calming effect of the medication meant that she would soon drift off into a deep sleep. "Rest my dear," I said as I pushed my stool out and stood. Picking up the phone I dialed the number and my assistant answered. "I believe she is ready for the next phase of our treatment Bruno," I said and then I hung up the phone. I looked one more time at the sleeping beauty before me. "I believe there is hope for you Ms. Hightower!" I walked through the door and closed it behind me. I went back to my office to catch up on some necessary paperwork. To be continued... The Doctor Is In Ch. 2 I opened the file on my patient, Ms. Constance Hightower. Although she was in her 40's, the dark haired beauty had never had a relationship that had lasted. She never knew what it was like to share herself with anyone other than her grandfather and her business. She was one fucked up little girl I had decided. Being as that would not be an acceptable diagnosis that the American Psychiatric Association would approve of, I did my best to make the wording a little milder. I scribbled on her chart: Progress Report: Constance Hightower Prognosis: Undetermined. Treatment: Physical examination to date. Psychological profile: Pending. Progress: None at this time. Subject seems to be physically healthy. Mental state appears to be somewhat unstable. Have treated her with a mild dose of thorazine. Subject was in varying states of consciousness due to the medication when left with my intern, Dr. Bruno. Still under treatment. Dr. Rhymer There it was in black and white. It seemed like forever before my Dr. Bruno informed me that the patient was ready for the next phase of her treatment. But, like they say "good things come to those who wait", it was soon time for me to return to the task at hand. My adrenaline was running high as I walked into the room and looked down at the prone, semiconscious Ms. Constance Hightower. As I had instructed she was bent forward, face down. Her feet and arms were bound by leather straps, which allowed her limited movement. The upper torso of her 6', 200 lb. frame was in an almost horizontal position, head elevated slightly higher than her hips to keep the blood from rushing to her beautiful head. And, even though her legs were vertical and touching the floor, they were spread wide for my viewing pleasure. The padded bench that she was strapped to allowed her head to move from side to side with a measure of comfort. Her large, heavy, mature breasts were swaying seductively as they dangled through the openings in the bench. "That Bruno is quite the creative person, don't you think Constance?" I asked, knowing that she couldn't answer. I admired the contraption that he had custom designed to specifically fit her large frame. I walked behind her and moved my finger across the smooth flesh of her lovely pussy lips. A soft groan came from inside her, more of a reflex action than a conscious one. I drew my arm back and gave her ass cheeks a firm slap with the palm of my hand. Startled from her drug-induced slumber, I chuckled to myself as her firm buns tightened with her body's reflex action. Her words were muffled by the ball-gag that had been pressed into her mouth. I could only imagine what manner of unkind words she was throwing my direction. Fear and anger were present in her eyes as she struggled to free herself. "It will do no good to fight Constance," I instructed her. "The only thing that will work is your complete obedience!" Like a caged tigress, she pulled at her restraints until the leather straps that bound her arms to the front legs of the bench bit into her delicate wrists. "Such a stubborn little girl!" I walked to the head of my patient and took hold of the back of her hair and pulled her head up. Staring deeply into her steel blue eyes, I got close and talked to her in my most soothing voice. "Very well little lady. If that's the way you want it, we will wait." Instead of soothing her, her fear and anger seemed to turn to hatred for me. I gently laid her head back on the padded bench and began to search the room. "There it is," I said as eyes moved across the room to the wall behind her. "That assistant of mine thinks of everything!" As always, Bruno had everything prepared just like I had instructed him. Hanging on the wall was a small leather riding crop that I had picked up somewhere over the years. I removed it from its hanger and walked behind my patient. Slapping the leather against my hand, I could see her flinch each time she heard it snap against my palm. "I guess I'll have to entertain myself while I wait." The muscles in the beautiful ass tightened as I lay the leather crop against her skin. "Now, first off, let me tell you not to be frightened." I looked into her blue eyes and noticed more anger than fear. "Mmmmmmfffffffffffff.........," was all I could hear coming from her. "My, my, my! Such an ugly attitude from such a sweet girl," I said as I pulled the leather crop back and tapped her round butt cheeks. She jerked hard, not expecting to feel the sting. "We MUST work on that attitude!" I said firmly. "Mmmmmmmffffffffff........," she groaned, almost defiantly. I could tell this was going to be a hard nut to crack. "Seems that we have a situation here Constance," I said as I moved around to her side dragging the leather across her back. "I think that unless we open the lines of communication that our work is going to be much more difficult." Tears were beginning to form in her eyes as I talked to her. "And," I paused, "I really would like to communicate, wouldn't you?" Constance nodded as best she could. "Good! Good!" I exclaimed, trying to reinforce her cooperation, much like a parent would a child. "Now, the only way we can communicate is if I take your gag out. Don't you agree?" Her eyes brightened somewhat and the tears became less visible as she did her best to nod her head. I smiled at her and moved the leather whip down her side and removed it from her delicate skin. "But first you've got to promise not to be verbally abusive when I do." Nodding as hard as her restraints would allow her, she tried to talk against the gag. I touched her large nipple with my leather implement and she trembled slightly. "Is it agreed that we will behave girl?" I asked her. Once again she nodded and I laid the whip across her back and untied the ball gag. Her breath was loud in the silence of the room as it fell to the floor. "Please let me out of this thing doctor," she said, more an order than a request. "I'll let you go when I am done with your treatment Constance," I told her. "Let me go now doctor," she pleaded a little more sugar in her voice this time. "I've changed my mind. I don't want your treatment any longer." "You're not being very cooperative," I said, moving my hand gently across her ass flesh. "You're not cooperating at all!" Constance tried to struggle against her restraints. I watched her muscles tense and flex, tense and flex as she fought. "Now settle down girl. You're going to wear yourself out," I told her as I raised my hand and brought it down across her right butt cheek. "OWWWWW! FUCK!!" she yelped as the palm of my hand crashed against her. "YOU SADISTIC FUCKER!" she yelled. "Such ugly words from such a pretty mouth. I guess you're going to have to work on that Constance." My hand gently caressed her now pink flesh. "Remember what your mother used to do to you when you were a little girl and you talked ugly?" I asked. "Oh no!" Tears were once again moving down her cheeks. "Oh yes Constance! What is it that your mother would do to you girl?" I asked. "Oh god!" she moaned. "No please!" "Please what?" I asked as I pulled my hand back and smacked her hard on her firm cheeks. "Please don't spank me Sir!" she begged. "I think you mean 'please spank me sir' don't you?" "No!" I laughed a wicked laugh as I pulled my hand back and brought it down once, twice and finally a third time, alternating cheeks with every slap of my hand. Each time I hit her, it was a little harder than the last. She flinched in pain and possibly a little pleasure as the flesh on the palm of my hand landed on her red buttocks. "Oh yes Constance. You know you've been a naughty girl and naughty girls get punished. Now beg me to punish you Constance!" I commanded. "NO! NEVER!" came her reply. "Hmmm. Never is a long time Constance my dear. And since I am a patient man, I can wait a long, long time for you to become totally submissive to me." Heavy quick breaths were coming from deep within and her temper was starting to boil to the top. "Now look here you quack! You can't keep me a prisoner here!" "A prisoner?" I picked up her medical file and looked through it. "Hmmmm. Well, you see, it's like this," I replied as I thumbed through the files. "It says right here on the paper that you signed that you were committing yourself to my care. In doing so, you gave me the right to keep you as long as I see fit." "No! It can't be true! I read the papers!" Constance began to sob as I read the paper back to her. "I've got friends! They'll come looking for me!" "Friends? Friends? Do you honestly think anyone gives a shit if you live or die Constance?" "I've got lots of friends!" she said defiantly. "No! You've got no friends Constance!" My patience was growing short as I did my best to convince this woman that she had no choice but to obey. "What you have is thousands and thousands of people who work for you and not one single one of them give a shit about you!" "That's a fucking lie!" she cried, the tears smearing the heavy makeup on her cheeks. "That's a fucking lie! That's a fucking lie!" I said mocking the girl. "No please doctor! Please don't be mean to poor little Constance!" I said, dancing around and doing my best to copy her pathetic little voice. "You fucking pig!" she spat in my direction. Unsuccessfully struggling against her leather straps, I stood and laughed at the woman who was supposed to be the symbol of corporate power. "God no!" she cried as she finally gave up her fight. "First a quack and then a pig? I told you not to talk ugly!" Moving behind her and standing between her legs, I laid the riding crop on her ass cheeks and moved it from side to side. "I guess you still don't understand!" I said as I raised it and tapped her on the ass, leaving a cherry red stripe across her buttocks. "OUCH!" she screamed. I raised it again and brought it down harder this time, making her jump when it landed. "DAMNIT!" she screeched. I could hear her sobs as I raised it once more and this time I hit her across both cheeks this time. "FUCK!" she squealed through her tears. "Now you see Constance, this is what you call punishment." I pulled the crop back and hit her hard. She screamed as loud as she possibly could. "Now," I said laying my hand against her ass, "This is for pleasure." I pulled my hand back and laid it down firmly against her ass. "When I spank you, it will be simply for pleasure. Now which one will it be? Will it be punishment or pleasure?" I asked. "Please NO!" "Punishment," I asked tapping her lightly with the crop, "or pleasure?" I asked once again as I tapped her on the ass with my bare hand. The tears that were flowing down her cheeks were now making the mascara run and she had a silly, almost comical look about her. "Punishment," I asked, raising my arm again. "NO!" she screamed. "Pleasure Sir!" "Very good Constance," I said as I moved the riding down her spine, between her butt cheeks and then I moved it gently across her spread pussy lips. My hand moved down and touched her warm butt cheeks. "Pleasure it shall be." My hand started a gentle massage on her butt cheeks. "Oh, and one more thing Constance, from this moment on, I will be referred to as Sir and you will be referred to as bitch, or cunt, or whatever other name I choose to call you. Is that completely understood!" "Yes doctor," she said softly. "Wrong answer bitch," I said as I picked up my riding crop and laid another stripe across her backside. "Oh god!" she screamed. "So what is the correct answer?" I asked. "Yes Sir! I understand completely Sir!" she said through her tears. "Now, what is it that you want me to do to you rich bitch?" I asked. "Spank me Sir," she whimpered. "I can't hear you Constance," I said moving my hand between her legs and touching her delicate cunt lips. I began pushing my finger between the petals of her moist flower. "Oh! Please," she groaned. My cock strained against my pants, wanting to be inside this woman's hot pussy more than anything, but alas, I restrained myself. "Tell me bitch!" I said as I removed my fingers from between her moist vaginal lips. "Please spank my ass Sir!" she said with more force this time. Always the one to please a pretty lady, I pulled my hand back and smacked her directly on the ass cheeks. Although the force was intense, it was spread out over the width of my hand instead over the end of the crop. She squealed in pleasure and pain as I made contact. "Oh fuck yes!" the girl cried out as the firm cheeks jiggled. "You love that don't you? You love it when I spank your ass!" "Please Sir. No more sir!" she begged. The sound of my hand hitting flesh could be heard as I pulled back and smacked those sweet cheeks once more. "I said you love it don't you cunt!" "Love it?" "Of course you love it. All women love to be dominated. Especially you high and mighty executive type cunts. You abuse the poor little wimp bastards that work for you all day and when the guilt gets too much for you, then you come here to get your 'treatment'. Well, you can rest assured that when I am done with your series of treatments, you will know what it is like to be taken fully by a man!" "W-w-what are you going to do to me?" "Never mind what I'm going to do. All that matters is that you are mine to do with as I please!" I took a good look at the dark skinned beauty. My finger ran down her back, making circles on the buttocks and then I inserted my finger into her anus. She cried out in pain, or pleasure, I'm not sure which as my digit sunk into her rectal cavity. "I will do whatever I want and you will just take it. Is that understood?" Her body quivered as I withdrew my digit. "Please no sir!" she moaned as I pulled my finger back out. "I just came for therapy Sir! Not this, oh god not this....." My cock stirred against my pants as I pressed my finger inside her. "Oh my, I'm so sorry." I said in a conciliatory voice. "I guess that is what we agreed to wasn't it Constance." "No Sir," the woman said, "just therapy!" The fear left her face and I could see her relax a bit. "Well now. I guess we have a problem then." "A-a-a problem," she asked? "Yes! We definitely have a problem!" "Oh god please. Please Sir. I'm sorry for everything!" These fucking rich women are all alike I thought to myself. Just because they have money, they think that they have the world by the balls. "Yes indeed bitch, this is going to be an weekend you will not soon forget." I moved in front of her and took a handful of hair and pulled her head up. Her face was directly across from my cock which had started making a tent in the front of my scrubs. Her large blue eyes fixed on my rigid member and I moved forward and pressed my erection against her cheek and moved it around. I could feel her tremble as my hard cock pressed against her face. "Open your mouth slut," I said to her as I held her by the hair. Not wanting to get slapped on the ass again, she did as I told her and I pushed my cotton covered cock into her mouth. Her mouth was hot and wet and the moisture felt good against my aching prick. "Very good Constance," I said as I pulled my hardon out of her mouth. I released her hair but her eyes stayed fixed on my rock hard member. I backed away from her and put my thumbs into the elastic of my pants and pulled them down. Once again her eyes grew big as my circumcised cock came into view. "Oh god," I heard her moan as the purple head stared at her. A wicked smile came across her face and I knew she was hooked. "You like my cock don't you," I asked, taunting the girl. "Yes Sir! It's a beautiful cock Sir!" "Why thank you very much," I told her, patting her on the head. "And it is tasty too I'm told!" "Please let me taste Sir," she said, licking those full red lips. "Please let me suck your cock!" "Oh no, not yet," I said as I pulled my pants back up and motioned for my assistant to come in. The sound of footsteps echoed in the room as my assistant, Bruno walked in. "Who is that?" Constance asked, totally humiliated that anyone would see her in that condition. "Damn, boss, that's one sweet ass," Bruno said as he looked at her red cheeks. "Yepper, that's one sweet ass!" His smile was one of approval. He gently touched her tender butt flesh and her cheeks flushed as he caressed it. "It certainly is Bruno. She likes having it spanked too, don't you Constance?" "Who is that?" Constance asked once again, unable to turn her head far enough to see the man behind her. "Oh, why, that's just my assistance Bruno. Didn't I tell you about him?" "No you didn't!" she said, the bitch coming out in her voice. I nodded to Bruno and he slapped her smartly on the ass, his large hand landing on both cheeks. "FUCK!" I heard her yelp. "How cold I have let my manners get away from me? Bruno, this is Constance. Constance, meet Bruno!" Bruno moved to my side and I pulled my patient’s head up so she had no choice but to look at him. "Say hello to Bruno bitch." "Hello Bruno," she said softly. "Hello Constance. It is my pleasure to meet you!" Bruno and I laughed together as we watched her complete and total humiliation sink in. Bruno's large hand replaced mine and he held her head up to let her know he was also a force to be reckoned with. "She's pretty boss," he said his hand pulled her dark hair back and he began caressing her soft cheek. "You are right my friend." Constance began to enjoy his soft touch and she was almost totally consumed by his gentle caresses when he pulled her head up hard. He laughed and released it, letting it fall back down. "Asshole!" she spat as he stood in front of her. "She's a real firecracker Boss," he said as he moved behind her and began to take his pants off. "She is indeed." I replied. "Now, something I forgot to tell you cunt," I said as my assistant removed his shorts and his large prick came into view. "Bruno is my assistant. As such, he is an extension of my medical practice, and also an extension of me." Her eyes widened as I spoke. "If Bruno is an extension of me, then you are to obey him just like you would me. Is that perfectly clear?" "Yes Sir," she said softly. "Very good my dear." My assistant smiled and moved forward and she tried to move away as she felt Bruno lay his large cock along the length of her butt crack. Bruno picked up a bottle of baby oil and opened it, pouring a little onto the round ass cheeks of this middle-aged woman. Slowly, gently, he began to move his hips forward and then back, sliding his prick against her skin. Pouring a little more oil onto her back, He leaned across the length of her, his hard cock pressing in the cleft between her ass cheeks. "Just relax my dear, and everything's going to be ok," he said as he moved his fat prick between her buttocks. Bruno touched her shoulders, massaging the oil into them, moving down her sides tickling her breast and then on down, massaging the oil into the sides of her hips. "Oh God," she groaned as he humped against her red gluteus maximus. The pre-cum had already started leaking from the head of my prick, causing a wet spot against my scrubs. The large blue eyes were fixated on the outline of my cock. I could tell that she wanted it, so I pushed my pants down and once again my hard prick came into view. I stepped out of my pants and pulled my shirt off. "Like what you see slut?" I asked as I placed my right hand at the base of my cock and moved toward her face. "Yes Sir," she said, her tongue wetting her red lips. and I touched it on her cheek. She turned her head slightly, trying to lick the tip. "You are a little suck up aren't you?" I asked as I pulled her head back by the hair. "You think that if you suck up to someone that they will let their guard down and you can retaliate! Well not this time Ms Constance goodie two shoes!" My cock was burning by now and I had to have some relief. I looked down on my captive and I pulled her head up and pointed my cock at her mouth. Rubbing it on her lips, I felt her hot breath and the tip of her tongue grazed the blood filled head. "Oh my yes bitch, I think I will let you suck my cock. But only if you beg good enough." The Doctor Is In Ch. 2 "Please Sir, please let me suck your cock," she begged. "How bad do you want it Constance," I asked her as Bruno's hands moved down her side and he cupped her swaying tits in his hands. "I want it more than I've wanted anything in my life Sir," she moaned as he took her pinkish-brown nipples between his fingers and squeezed them tightly. "Then lick it first," I said as I pushed my cock up and put my nut sack in her face. Ever the good little slut, Constance began a licking, tickling motion with the tongue against my testicles. Gentle at first, she kissed the tender sack and then she sucked one of my balls into her mouth. Not giving her permission to suck on my nuts, I tapped her gently on the face with the palm of my hand. If looks could have killed, I'd have been one dead son-of-a-bitch. "I said you could lick my cock, not suck my nuts!" Nodding at my assistant, he took stood back up and taking his cock in his hand, he put it at the opening of her pussy lips and rubbed it against steaming hot lips. "Jesus! Look at the size of her clit boss!" he exclaimed as his prick bumped against her hardened organ. "It looks like a little cock!" Her eyes almost rolled back in her head as she felt him move his hard cock, bumping against her blood-engorged member. "Lick my fucking cock cunt," I instructed as I moved forward. This time she did as she was instructed and I felt her tongue move up and down the length of my shaft. "Such a good little whore," I moaned as I strengthened my grip on her black hair and pulled her head firmly up. "You are such a fucking fine little cunt," I said as I let her lick my cock. My balls were growing impatient with the cum that had built up inside them. "Are you ready to suck my cock rich cunt?" "Yes Sir!" she said, her lips glistening from the saliva that had drooled from the corners of her mouth. I aimed my cock directly at her open mouth and the head slipped easily between her red lips. "Very good Constance," I said as she began a sucking motion on my dick. I pushed in deeper and I could feel her tongue make gentle movements across the bottom of my shaft. "Very sweet Constance. You might make it through this course after all!" As soon as I hit the back of her throat, I pulled my cock out and slapped it across her cheeks. "Please Sir, I need it!" "Think I should give it to her Bruno?" I asked my able assistant. "Yes boss, give it good to the bitch!" he said as if her were a cheerleader at a college football game, rooting for the home team. I grabbed the base of my cock and rubbed it across her lips. She was a good little cocksucker that's for sure! As soon as it touched her lips, her tongue snaked out and licked the tip. Having the advantage, I put the head into her mouth. Holding it there for a minute she suckled on the knob of my dick, rolling it around in her mouth. I pushed forward and she sucked it inside her waiting mouth. I started a slow in and out motion into her warm wet mouth as I held her by the hair. "Fuck her face boss," Bruno said as I moved in and out of willing mouth. I looked at Bruno who had continued to rub his oil-covered cock all over Constance's wet pussy lips. Smiling, he gave me a nod. "Brace yourself my dear," I told her as I pushed my dick till it hit the back of her throat. "Breathe through your nose and it will be easier." I moved my hand to the back of her head and pushed my dick in a little deeper. "That's it girl.". Moaning, I pushed forward until my balls were resting against her chin. "Suck it cunt! Suck my mother-fucking cock! Let me spray my sweet load of cum down your throat." Panic set in and I felt her begin to struggle for breath. I slowed a bit and stopped pressing into her face, giving her room to breathe. Gently caressing the side of her face, I felt her relax even more. "Your face makes a fine cunt," I said in a soft soothing voice as I left my cock deep within her mouth. Her breathing was coming through her nose completely now, because of the blockage in her throat. I pulled it back and began a gentle movement into her face with my hips, stroking with shorter thrusts now, pushing in and out of her wet, and waiting mouth. Constance's eyes seemed to be glazed over as I face fucked her and I could tell that she was lost in a trance. Bruno began massaging her shoulder as he teased her cunt with his dick. I could feel the cum building up in my testicles, and Constance could too because her sucking motion increased. She could feel my impending release as I went all the way into her. "Oh god I'm gonna' cum you little slut!" I groaned. The bitch wanted my cum inside her mouth. She wanted it real bad, so I pulled my cock out and took hold of the base and began stroking. My hand moved up and down on my rigid meat as I began jacking my dick while aiming it at her face. "No, please, in my mouth," she begged as I stroked my dick. "Stick out your tongue Constance!" I looked down on her long sleek and totally naked body. Her blue eyes looked up, begging, pleading me to take what I wanted. "Please Sir, please give it to me Sir. I want it Sir, I want it all across my tongue Sir," she begged. Hunger overtook the girl as her tongue moved between her lips, lapping the pre-cum from the end. The tickling sensation of her tongue on the head of my prick was more than I could take and it was at that moment I lost what little control that I had. My nuts let go of their load and the first squirt went straight against the back of her throat. "Oh fuck!" was all I could say as I pumped on my cock. The tip of my cock rested on her tongue as I continued to stroke my rigid cock and the cum dripped off of it until it was completely gone. I pushed my softening cock into her mouth and she sucked the sperm off of it like a baby sucking from a bottle. "Very good Constance!' I said as I let her suck me until my head became too tender. Pulling my cock from her cum drenched face, I moved my finger across her cheeks. I looked up at my assistant. "Your turn Bruno!" Trading places with Bruno, I pressed my finger against her anal cavity. Bruno assumed his position in front of my patient. "I'm gonna' cum on your face slut!" he said firmly as he stroked his dick. "Oh fuck yes Bruno! Cum on my fucking face!" I heard her groan as my finger entered her anus and my other hand began to massage her swollen clit. "Cum on her face Bruno!" I commanded as I frigged her ass and pussy with my finger. "Shoot your sperm all over her pretty little face!" "Oh god you little whore!" Stroking his cock faster now, his face contorted with pleasure. " Here it comes you little cunt!" Bruno squinted his eyes as his first shot of cum plastered against the face of this rich fucking slut. "Oh my fucking god!" Constance moaned as his dick spurted its juice against her face. "Oh yesssssssssss....." she moaned as a total wave of unadulterated pleasure came over her. Finally, his cock was spent and he moved forward and pressed it against her lips. Like a hungry baby going after a bottle, she sucked his half-erect cock into her mouth, sucking every last drop of cum from him. "Yes Constance, I believe you might make it after all." I picked up her black panties. Turning them inside out, I wiped the sticky cum from her face with the crotch. On my cue, Bruno began to unbind Constance's hands and legs and soon she was free. Moving to her sides we took her by the arms and stood her on her feet. "God that was so fucking intense!" she said, a look of complete satisfaction on her face. Slowly, Constance took a step and we walked her to the chair that was in the corner. "That was so exhilarating," she said as she massaged her tender wrists. Bruno walked to the refrigerator and took out a glass. "Drink this my dear," I said as he handed it to her. "What is it?" she asked. "It's just something to help you keep your strength my girl." Constance put the glass to her lips and let the cool liquid move across her parched lips. "That's a good girl," I said as I took her by the arm and pulled her to her feet. "Now go clean yourself. You look like a fucking clown with that makeup smeared all over your face!" I told her as I picked up her chart. I watched as she nodded and walked toward the shower in the corner of the room. Without a bit of hesitation, the brunette just nodded and for the first time since we had started the treatment, she obeyed without question. I walked out the door and opened her file. Progress Report Patient is making improvements in her behavior modification treatment. Not as headstrong as she was just a few hours previously. I feel that if we continue treatment through the weekend that we may be able to release her soon. Doctor Rhymer To be continued...