1 comments/ 38273 views/ 6 favorites Therapy Week 01 By: Bardoc93 Therapy Week 1 I checked through my notes for the afternoon, the next appointment was for...her! I might need the notes to remember our conversations, but I didn't need them to remember her. She had been seeing me for two years with only minor improvements. She wished to be more forceful and in charge, but she was by nature moderately submissive. This submissiveness seemed to pop up at the most inopportune moments, last week I had spent the entire session listening to her berating herself for deferring, in front of her supervisor, to one of her co-workers and having him get the credit she deserved. It was time for a change, obviously talk therapy wasn't working. A new approach was in order. Picking up the phone, I spoke to my receptionist "Wait 5 minutes, Please, and then have Veronica come into the office." I sat back and considered my options, during the last two years I had relied primarily on having her talk out her frustrations and problems, with only occasional comments and direction from me. It had become obvious to me, long ago, that Veronica thought she needed to completely crush the submissive side of her personality, in order to compete and be happy. Her subconscious resisted the idea, obviously deriving pleasure from her submissiveness. In addition, I had my personal feelings to contend with, Not only was she a sexy, beautiful women, she was smart and capable too. Over the past years, listening and watching her, I had at first sympathized with her, then respected her, now not only did I admire her, but knew my feelings were crossing over to more than a professional relationship and while I wasn't certain, I think that she also felt more than the normal patient to therapist respect. While I really did wish to help her feel more adjusted and in control, I found her very appealing when she was submissive. I would occasionally harden my voice and act more dominant just to invoke it, the lowered eyes, the light blush, the hesitant low voice, breathy and a little unsure. If I worded my suggestions as commands, I could see her nipples firm up and become hard and from how she would occasionally rub them with her forearm or brush them against the couch, they were incredibly sensitive. If I continued, she would soon be flexing her thigh muscles when she thought I wasn't looking, once I thought I saw a wet spot when she stood to leave. I know it's not professional, but she had sparked numerous sexual fantasy's, as I imagined her sexy, beautiful body so soft, wet, and submissive, begging me to let her Cum. Yes, It was time for a change. I had to get her to reconcile the two halves of her personality, convince her that you can sometimes be submissive and sometimes dominant, you just needed defined times or circumstances for them. If she consented, hypnotherapy seemed to be the best option. A minute later she tapped on the door and I asked her to enter. One of the things I had found over the years, from our weekly sessions was how she dressed was a fair indicator of how she felt. I could tell from looking at her, she was a few days away from her period, she always dressed sexier and was more easily aroused and was always in a submissive mood during this time of the cycle. She wore a below the knees peasant skirt and a low cut orange top, which showed her remarkable breasts to their best advantage, nestled in a lacy half bra that lifted them and thrust them out as if she was offering them to me. It was a struggle not to run my palms over them and gently cup them, as I kissed, sucked and licked the exposed flesh above, conquering that image, I yearned to at least brush against them and feel their delicious softness. Again, I overcome my cardinal desires and walking from my desk, I guided her by her arm while mouthing the greetings and pleasantries I normally use to relax someone and prepare them for our sessions. I sat her down in the chair first and from my vantage point above her I could see her dark aureola with perhaps just a glimpse of the top of her nipple, she looked up and saw where my eyes are staring, she looks down and blushes, but I can see the nipple get visibly longer and more pronounced. I sit in the chair across from her and as I do she crosses her legs and I get a flashing glimpse of her thigh and what appears to be the top of a lacy thigh hi stocking, the same creamy color as her bra, I wondered if her panties were the same color. "Roni," I had adopted a more informal attitude with her once I saw she preferred it. "What we have been doing is not making the progress I had hoped for." I saw the look of panic and confusion, so I hurried on, explaining that there was a number of different therapies that could be useful, but that I thought hypnotherapy would be the best bet. As I explained what hypnotherapy was and how it might be useful, I watched her eyes go from a look of fear and panic to a look that was close to excitement. I ask her if she had ever been hypnotized before and as we discussed the differences between stage hypnotism and hypnotherapy, her breathing became a bit more labored and her eyes stared holes into her lap, perhaps seeing if the moisture that was dampening her panties was as apparent as it felt, she struggled with her mounting excitement, as she realized she would have to give me a certain amount of control over her. While it is true that everyone has a certain genetic makeup that predisposes them to being either more or less dominant. The obvious sexual excitement Roni felt had very little to do with dominance and more to do with the pleasure of anticipation and being controlled by another individual. This type of behavior is usually acquired and it was my job to see where and why she had acquired it. After an initial show of reluctance she agreed, as she walked over to the couch, I watched as her ass did amazingly complex maneuvers under her skirt, It always surprised me how hard I could get from just watching her walk. I dreamed of running my hands up her legs and under her dress squeezing and rubbing her ass, I could almost feel it, firm but soft at the same time, thoughts of smacking it and watching it quiver under my hand as it slowly flushed red and then of me kissing and licking it. The thoughts had me both hard and flushed as I watched her kick off her pumps and lie back on the couch. As I began the induction, she at first resisted going under, but as I continued, she relaxed completely, her entire body language changed from resistance to complete surrender as she gave herself to me to do with as I wished. No, not what I wished, only what needed to be done. I took her deeper and deeper till we stood at the base of the waterfall and I led her into the Room of truth. "This is the room of Truth, Roni, while here neither one of us can lie." I said in the low monotonous voice I used for inductions. "If something is too painful to talk about you may tell me so, but anything you do tell me must always be true if we are in this room." One of the problems with trying to resolve problems with the subconscious mind is the fact that it doesn't understand logic you can tell it A means something, you can tell it B means something but it will never make the connection that when A+B=C, C=A+B, so you have to convince it in other ways. I have one main way I do it, positive reinforcement. I began setting up a positive reinforcement trigger, the simplest and most effective of these is a shot of pleasure when the subconscious responds how you've decided it should, normally I use the words "Very Good" to trigger it, since I tend to use those words when I'm satisfied things are going well. To set the trigger I used the following dialog. T: "Roni, can you hear me?" R: "Yesss" T: "It feels so good to be relaxed and only be concerned with listening to my voice, Doesn't it?" R: "Yesss" T: "It feels good to tell the truth, doesn't it?" R: "Yesss" T: "you really like feeling good, don't you?" R: "Yesss" T: "Do you want me to make it feel even better?" R: "Yesss" T: "When ever you hear me and only me say the words, Very Good you will feel a tingling Pleasure flow thru your body. Do you understand?" R: "Yesss" T: "Very Good" I raised and lowered the pleasure and time till it was just right, too little pleasure or time and the subconscious wouldn't respond to it, too long or too much and the Subconscious would take too long calming down and the flow of the session would be too slow. When I was satisfied that I could reward the subconscious whenever I wished, I set up the next step, a trance Trigger, a whole induction can take anywhere from 15 minutes to an hour or more, once you have someone in a trance it is easier to set up a trigger for them to return to as deep a trance as they are currently in. T: "Can you hear me, Roni?" R: "Yesss" T: "Very Good" R: "mmmm!" T: "Do you like being in Trance?" R: "Yesss" T "Very Good" R: "mmmm!" I know I used the reinforcement trigger more than I really needed to, while you do need it fairly often, especially early on, seeing the look of pleasure on her face and her hips move for those few seconds while the pleasure is pulsing thru her was exquisite. T: "I think we need a secret word so we can return here anytime we wish, don't you?" R: "Yesss" T: "Very good" R: "mmmm!" T: "Any time you hear me and only me say the words Sleep for me Roni you will return here to this place sitting in the chair and become more and more relaxed. Each time you return here it will be easier and easier. Do you understand?" R: "Yessss" T: "Very Good" R: "mmmm!" T: "So what will you do when I say Sleep for me Roni?" R: "Return hererr, sit chairrr, relaxxx" T: "Very Good" R: "mmmm!" T: "For things to work the best your conscious mind should not remember all the details of what we do while you are in trance. Is this okay?" R: "Yesss" T: "Very Good" R: "mmmm!" T: "So the subconscious will remember everything so the conscious mind doesn't have too, is that right?" R: "Yesss" T: "Very Good" R: "mmmm!" T: "Now we need to practice to see if you can return here once I say the right words, is that okay?" R: "Yesss" T: "Very Good" R: "mmmm!" T: "I am going to count from one to five and wake you up, you will wake up rested, relaxed and happy." T: "1, you are beginning to wake up" T: "2" T: "3, closer and closer to being awake." T: "4" T: "5 and awake" She awoke fresh and wondering if I was going to hypnotize her, I said "Sleep for me Roni" Her eyes widened then closed and she lay quietly, "Are you back in the room of truth, Roni?" "Yesss" "Very Good" "mmmm!" I took her out and brought her in 4 or 5 times, rewarding her each time, the last time I knew it was the last, until the next weekly session, and I couldn't help myself, I gave her a post-hypnotic suggestion. Then I woke her up. I told her I thought we had made a good start and next week we would start the actual therapy. I asked her to speak to the Receptionist for a new schedule, I was moving her to my last patient of the day since hypnotherapy wasn't something you could always just stop at a moments notice. I said goodbye as she moved to the door, she started to reach for the knob, paused, with her right hand still on the door she flipped her skirt up to her waist with her left hand, then let it fall into place, as she opened the door and left. Yes, her panties did match her Bra. Therapy Week 02 Therapy Week 2 I sat at the desk completing the notes from my last session with a very unusual trio, Jonathon, Cleo and Charlene had been together for 15 years. It was the most stable 3 person relationship I had ever seen. The balance of a heterosexual male with two bisexual women seemed to be perfect, but it had its difficulties, as anyone who has been in a relationship can tell you, relating with a partner can be hard, Now add another partner. But they handled it well, plus long ago they had seen the need for professional help. So I had a once a month appointment with them, where I basically played referee, as a general rule I didn't say much at all, just listened as they hashed out problems that had cropped up over the last month, it was because my office was neutral territory that kept them coming back. Glancing at the clock, I saw I still had 15 minutes before Roni's appointment. While I think I'm a pretty good judge of human character, we all have a blind spot around ourselves. We can pickup on other peoples interactions with other people, better than interactions that involve ourselves. I really had no idea how she felt about me. I recognized the interest she had in me from her body language and saw the smokey heat of her eyes when she became aroused, but whether she wanted to act upon those feelings, I didn't know. As for me, all week long, thoughts about Roni had been torturing me, the color of her eyes and how they sparkled when she was happy or excited, the way she tilted her head when thinking, The sprinkling of notes when she laughed, the feel of the soft skin on her arm, the only place I had actual touched, as I led her to her seat. These musings left me light headed, with a bubbly, happy almost surreal edge of excitement. The real torture was the erotic dreams I had each night. I would wake up sweating, hard and yearning, with only a quick glimpse into what must have been a longer, hotter dream. These bits and pieces of dreams, became the one thought that I'd see over and over through out the day. Roni, with a look of wanting, needing lust, looking up at me and slightly lifting her quivering body as I slowly pull down her panties and get the first glimpse of paradise. The feel and the taste and the wetness of her lower lips and love button as she rubs them all over my face in frantic need, as we tease and please and enjoy each other in a 69. The texture and taste of her nipples and breast as I explore them with my mouth, while Roni rubs her leaking sex against my thigh. But the hardest one was of me burying my shaft into the slippery wetness of her sex and for one long moment of climax, we are one, our needs, our desires, our being, joined as one, as we ride the edge of ecstasy. The sound of the intercom breaks me from my thoughts and I answer, as Karen, my receptionist, Office Manager and Keeper tells me Ms. Turner has arrived. I tell her to give me 5 minutes, then to send her in, after that she can lock up and go home. I walk into my in-suite bathroom and wash off my face and readjusted my clothing, paying particular attention to my bulge. My previous line of thought had left me hard, adjusting for best comfort and least notice, I returned to my desk. I know I have my own kinky side, I love to control the pleasure of a woman, to me there is nothing as sweet and fulfilling as using my tongue, hands and body to tease and titillate, until she becomes a mass of need, where feeling my touch becomes her world, where release is worth any price. To bring her to the point of begging and keeping her there as the pleasure builds and ebbs, each time a little higher till at the perfect moment, I allow her release and enjoying her cries, her moans, her total surrender to the pleasures of my touch. Over the last few months I had come to a decision. While Roni thought a cure for her would be the complete repression of any submissive thoughts, I knew she needed a balance between her submissive side as a compliant, eager to please, sexual being and her public self as a highly competent self-sure woman. I knew I only had three or four sessions with her before I'd be forced to quit being her Therapist, by that time, I planned on being the focus of her sexual submissiveness. A hesitant knock at the door heralded her arrival, the sudden spike of anticipation and fear filled me as I asked her to come in. As I expected, she was dress in tight jeans that hugged her body and displayed her heart shaped derriere perfectly and a tight striped top that subtlety emphasized her all ready perfect mounds and left her thumbnail sized nipples clearly visible. I crossed my Rubicon. As I greeted her, I rose and walking to her side, I placed my arm across her back and onto her shoulder and gently but firmly led her to the couch and sat her down. Looking down at her, I looked her firmly in the eyes and after I was sure I had her attention, slowly and intensely, examined her body. From this point forward, I wanted her to know, that in this room, I was completely in charge. While Roni always thought she needed to loose some weight, to me she was perfect. Her breast and rear perfectly balanced, her stomach soft and pliable. I longed to spread her thighs and lay between them with the inferno of her sex warming my groin. I returned my eyes to her face, she was flushed and staring at her lap, her lower lip quivered and her chest pumped in and out as the fabric of her shirt tightened and loosened with each breath. I sat in my chair upright and dominant, my very demeanor expressing power and confidence. In a voice that left no room for disagreement, I ordered her to lay upon the couch. She quickly kicked of her shoes and lay back. I could see the effects of my actions from the clandestine movements of her pelvis as she squeezed her legs together and the accidental brush of her arm across her nipples, which were visibly larger, as she settled in, under the guise of getting comfortable. I had decided, I would only give her limited choices during our sessions, I would tailor my questions and her responses, to the path I had already chosen. Yes, this was unethical, but I knew it was for the best, for her and for me. I wouldn't be her Therapist much longer anyhow. I looked at her laying there, waiting, waiting for me to take her, mold her, tweak her wants and needs to the vision that we both would soon share. Looking at her, I said "Sleep for me Roni", in perfect obedience, her body relaxed and the slight eye flutter you watch for when putting someone in trance, started. T: "Can you hear me Roni?" R: "Yesss" T: "Very Good" R: "mmmm!" It was time to begin, this was the last chance I had to quit, to withdraw from what I planned. The last chance for me to retreat back into the desire haunted fantasies that filled me. Back to the lonely wet dreams of existence without her. Is this really what's best for her or only me? As if to answer me, she moaned as the pleasure she was feeling became to much. I began questioning her, each question leading to another, based on the answers from the previous ones, each answer that led in the direction I wanted, I would reward her. I loved rewarding her. After an hour of this, she was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, her back slightly arched, her nipples hard as diamonds pushing out from her bra and blouse. Her groin moved slowly up and down as if seeking more pleasure. I had ascertained that it wasn't a major trauma that caused her to respond sexually to domination but a gradual conditioning, her father had been a dominant figure, the boyfriends and lovers, that she had been happiest with, had all been dominant, that plus the poor body image she had of herself resulted in her feeling happiest when being dominated. She would immediately retreat to her submissive mindset when confronted by a confident aggressive person. Watching her panting and squirming on the couch had kept me excited, now was the time for her first release under my control. T: "Are you hot, Roni?" R: "Yesss" T: "Very Good" R: "mmmm!" T: "You know you can only cum when I allow you to?" R: "Yesss" T: "Very Good" R: "mmmm!" T: "would you like to cum, Roni?" R: "Yesss" T: "Very Good" R: "mmmm!" T: "Would you like for me to let you cum, Roni?" R: "Yesss", pleasss Let me cummm!! T: "Very Good" R: "mmmm!" T: "Will you cum just for me, Roni?" R: "Yesss", pleasess let me cummm for you!! T: "Very Good" R: "pleasesss,pleasess, pleasesss cummm" Watching her getting hotter and hotter, watching her body betray itself as she thrust her sex up at an imaginary lover, waiting for me, waiting on my approval to cum, the pleasure was overwhelming for us both, my climax would be purely mental at this point, but her's would be very physical and very real. T: "In a moment I going to let you cum, Its going to be the best orgasm you've ever had. It will be so intense you can't keep quiet and the louder you are the more intense it will be." T: "do you understand, Roni?" R: "Yesss" cummm bestsss loud pleaesss T: "Very Good" R: "mmmm!" T: "Cum for me Roni" R: "oh god!! oh God!! yes!! yes!! OH GOD YES THATS SO GOOD YES OH MY GOD, "Yesss", "Yesss", "Yesss", yess, yess, so good, yess" Watching her thrash around in the midst of her continuing orgasm, pushed me mentally over the edge and I felt the snap, as my mind had what I call a mental orgasm, when the pleasure becomes so great the brain shuts down for a second and my body felt like I had run a marathon. It was delicious. After recovering for a moment I looked over at Roni, she was sweaty and disheveled with a pleased satiated look, her body sprawled, knees slightly up, legs spread apart, the whole crotch area of her jeans was soaked and the smell of her sex was strong in the air. I longed to bury my head between her thighs and suck and lick up all her delicious wetness, but we still had work to do. T: "Did you like that, Roni?" R: "yess, so gooddd" T: "would you like to feel that again?" R: "Yesss so gooddd" T: "Very Good" R: "mmmmmm" Roni was fully satiated at the moment and even a reinforcement pulse of pleasure didn't register as much as it had, but that was OK I'd soon have another tool to reward her obedience. T: "would you like me to make you cum again later?" R: "Yesss" T: "Listen closely, anytime you hear me say the words "Cum for me Roni" you will have an orgasm as strong and as good as that one. Do you understand?" R: "Yesss" cum for youuu" T: "Very Good, baby" R: "mmmmmm" Now it was time. I had some post-hypnotic commands I would give her later, to insure she act more confident away from me. The end result should be for her to only display her submissive side to me. But for now, I wanted to wake her up and assert my sexual dominance on her awakened consciousness. T: "Can you hear me baby?" R: "yesss" T: "In a moment I'm going to wake you up. When I do you will find you must obey every command I give you. Each time you do, you will feel the same tingle you do when I say "Very Good", understand?" R: "yess obey feel good" T: "Very Good" R: "mmmmmm" T: "I will count to 5 and awaken you, this one time you will remember everything we've done and said, you must obey my every command, you love the feeling you get when I order you to do something." T: "1, 2, 3, your almost awake, 4, 5 and awake." I watched as her eyes cleared and watched as the emotions flitted across her face, satisfaction faded into wonder which faded into anticipation which slowly became apprehension as she realized I could control her actions. Roni darted glances at me from lowered lashes, as I sat quietly, waiting for the right moment to speak, her glances became centered on my groin as she noticed I was hard, I shifted position and open my legs wider making sure she could see how excited she made me. She blushed, the color rapidly filling her face and the visible part of her chest. I casually reached down and ran my hand up and over the bulge in my pants. If it was possible she blushed even deeper, but at the same time I could see her nipples harden and her breathing becoming more labored. It was time. "Did you enjoy that, Roni?" I asked, knowing that such a direct question would embarrass her and be hard for her to answer. She looked towards the back of the couch trying to escape both my scrutiny and my questions. I stood and walked in front of the couch. "Sit up Roni" I said in my command voice. She hesitated for a second then sat up, as she did, I heard a low moan from her. "You will answer all my questions honestly and completely, do you understand?" A low, barely audible, yes, followed by a moan. "Very Good, Baby", another moan somewhat louder came from her. "I am going to ask you a series of questions you must answer each one truthfully, " I said in a positive voice "Are you ready?" another low yes followed by a moan. T: "did you enjoy what I did to you, Roni?" R: "yes, mmmm!" T: "would you like for me to do it again?" R: She hesitated a moment then, "yes", followed by a gasp T: "Does it make you hot talking about it?" R: "yes", louder this time, followed with another shaky deep breath T: "Do you want me to make you hot, Roni?" R: "yes, mmmm!" T: "look at my crotch, Roni, do you like looking at my bulge?" R: "Yes, mmmm!" T: "Rub your hands between your legs and tell me what you feel?" R: She Slowly lowers her hands and begins to feel between her legs, "I'm wet and sticky, mmmm!" T: "Why are you wet and sticky?" R: "Because you made me so hot and I cum so good, mmmm!" As I was asking the last question, Roni's hands which were still between her legs began moving, rubbing up and down her jeans directly over her mound. T: "Are you touching yourself Roni?" R: "Yes it feels so good, mmmm!" T: "move your hands, Roni," as I said this she removed her hands "mmmm!" T: "you cannot touch yourself unless I allow it, do you understand?" R: "yes, mmmm!" Looking at Roni sitting on the couch, was extremely erotic. She sat leaned back, her breast thrust forward, her nipples hard, her hands, which I had made her move from between her legs, were making small up and down motions on her upper thighs. Her legs sprawled wide, a new patch of wetness could already be seen, forming on her jeans, her breathing rapid and deep, her eyes were bright with lust and center on me waiting for what I would say or do next. T: "would you like to please me, Roni?" R: "oh god!, Yes" mmmm!" T: "Have you ever pleased a man with your mouth, baby" R: "Yes, mmmm!" T: "did you enjoy it" R: "Enjoyed pleasing him, didn't like the taste, mmmm!" T: "I think I can help with that, Sleep for me Roni" She slumped back relaxed on the couch as I started thinking of what I was going to do. T: "Can you hear me, Roni?" R: "yesss" T: "Do you love it when I please you, Roni" R: "yess" T: "Very good" E: "mmmm!" T: "Can my member please you, Roni" R: "yesss" T: "Very Good" R: "mmmm!" T: "If you love my member pleasing you, you must love my member, don't you" R: "oooh , Yesss" T: "Very Good" R: "mmmm!" T: "Listen very carefully Roni, any time you see my bulge it will make you very hot and very wet" "You like being Hot and wet, don't you Roni" R: "Yesss" T: "Very Good" R: "mmmm!" T: "What will happen when you see my bulge, Roni" R: "So hot and wet" T: "Very Good" R: "mmmm!, so hot and wet" T: "Listen carefully, Baby, any time you hear me and only me say the words "Cock Slut" , you will have an overwhelming desire to take me in your mouth and please me, Just thinking about pleasing me makes you so hot. You will love the smell, taste and texture of my member. Every time, you see my member for the first time, you will have a small orgasm. Every time my member hits the back of your throat, it will feel like I'm sucking on you sex, every fifth time it hits your throat you will cum, just as if I had said "Cum for Me, Roni", You may not have my member unless I give you permission. The longer you have to wait for it, the hotter you will be, until you beg me for it. When you beg me for my member it will make you even hotter and wetter." "Do you understand, Roni" R: "Yesss, so hot" T: "Very Good" R: "mmmm!" I couldn't think of anything else at the moment, but I could always go back and fine tune her responses. I woke her up. As the dazed look left her eyes, she immediately locked her eyes on my bulge, I could see her visibly becoming hotter, she was using her arms to squeeze her breast together, and she was continuously wiggling in her seat, her tongue made swift darts out to lick her lips. Time to proceed. T: "do you like my bulge, Roni" R: "Oh god, yes, it makes me so hot looking at it. T: " That's Very Good, baby" R: "mmmm!, love your bulge" T: "I need somebody to take care of my bulge, I need somebody to be my "cock slut" R: "oh god, can I see it, can I see your member?" T: "I don't know if your worthy of my member or not. R: "Oh god, I'll do anything you want, just let me see it and hold it, let me suck it, please" T: "while I think about giving you my member, take your shirt and bra off and get on your knees in front of me." It only took her seconds to rip her shirt and bra off and to scramble to her knees before me, Her breast were magnificent, 36 DD, firm with very little sag, with bullet shaped nipples, they were diamond hard and around a ½ inch long. T: "I'm still not sure about you seeing my member, play with your breast and twist and squeeze your nipples, while I think about it." Watching this beautiful, sexy woman, on her knees, stripped to the waist, mauling her own breast with her eyes lock on my crouch and her eyes full of lust was almost more than I could bare. T: "Unbuckle my belt, undo my pants and pull them down" She hastened to do my biding, fumbling a second with the belt and clasp, then I heard the sound of my zipper being pulled. I felt her hands slide around my waist and her tugging on each side of my pants, her face was almost buried in my crouch while she did this and I could see her taking deep breaths and savoring my smell. My pants caught on my hips and I thought she would rip them in her haste to get them down. She buried her face into my boxers and I could feel her lips kissing my bulge through them. T: "I'm still not convinced you should see my member, convince me" R: "Please let me see it, I'll rub it so good, I'll lick it and suck it, you can use my mouth anyway you want, please let me see it, let me play with it and suck it, please, oh god, please let me have it." Roni, slowly became more and more frantic as she begged, she was rubbing her hands up and down my boxers and trying to kiss it through the fabric. This was the reason I had done this, not only was she enjoying being controlled, the sense of power from having a wanton woman begging for my sex was unparalleled. But there was one more thing I needed before I let her have it. T: "Roni, when a man has a woman stripped to the waist on her knees in front of him, begging to put his member in her mouth, I think that man is her master, I think you should beg your master to give his sex to you. R: Oh god, please Master, let me have it, let me put it in my mouth and lick and suck on it. Please master." T: "Roni, when a Master has a wet horny woman, kneeling in front of him begging for his member she must be a sex slave, beg me like the sex slave you are." R: "Please master let your slave have it, please let your slave suck and play with your member, I'll be a good slave master, please let your slutty sex slave suck on you." T: "Very good, slave you may have it" R: "mmmm!, thank you master! Thank you!" Therapy Week 02.5 Roni walked absentmindedly across the parking lot, she was numb and dismayed at what had just happened. Her dismay was for how wanton she had become. She couldn't believe she had wanted his sex so bad, she had gotten on her knees and pleased him. She couldn't deny it had made her hotter than she had ever been and her orgasm was far better than any she had ever experienced, but to just let loose and do what ever he wished her to do, was... well, hot. That was the only word she could use, hot, from the moment he put his arm on her shoulder till he lead her to the door, had been hot. Here she was walking across a public parking lot, wearing a pair of jeans soaked in her own juices, It was surreal, but it felt naughty and hot at the same time. Roni, clicked her keys and opened her car door, then glancing around to see if any body was close grabbed the paper towels she kept in the door and tore off a bunch of them and placed them on the seat, she really didn't want to explain that kind of stain down at the station. Gingerly slipping behind the wheel she pulled out and headed home. Who would have thought she could have such an experience with of all people, her therapist, Sean Howard. Sean was a nice guy, not handsome in the way you see on TV or anything but he was charming, considerate and easy to talk to. Someone nice to be with. He was almost 30 years her senior, not someone she would have considered as a lover. Especially when she considering his history. Fairdale being a relative small town, it was hard to keep a secret. What had happened to Sean was widely known. Sean had been a happily married man until 15 years ago, when a freak automobile accident took his wife and two teenage children. He had taken six months off to mourn, then had returned to his therapy practice. He was well respected by the community and was known as a honest, good man. She couldn't deny she always felt content and at ease around him. He had a presence, a something that attracted her. That was what scared her, after the disastrous marriage she had endure with Jake and the other men she had been attracted to. She didn't need that kind of stuff anymore. Jake had been a domineering asshole. At first all she had seen was the domineering part, he had practically forced her to marry him, like always, she had not known how to say no. He stayed out late almost every night and came home reeking of alcohol and took her, there was no love, no consideration, no concern for her at all. He would take her, any way he wished, in any hole, he would twist and mash her breast and nipples and pinch and twist her arms till she cried and he would laugh. She hated him, yet at the same time, desired him. The hurtful truth was, she probably would still be with him if he hadn't run off with some woman he had met at the bar. But he had. She was determined to change herself into the woman she knew she could be. She had enrolled into a Forensic Science program and gotten her bachelors degree, moved away from her home town and accepted a job here with the Fairdale Police Department. Now this, but it had been so hot, it was different, there was none of the pain and hurt her previous dominant partners seemed to revel in. Damn it, he was even considerate when he dominated her. Arriving home at her modest 2 bedroom ranch she had bought when she came to town two and half years ago, she pulled into the drive way. Oh no, Mrs. McCarty her next door neighbor and resident gossip was watering her flowers. Thinking quickly she backed the car into the drive way to put herself on the opposite side of the car and popped her trunk like she was going to load something from the garage. "Hi, Mrs. McCarty, how are you doing today." "I'm fine, dear," replied Mrs. McCarty, "You're back late. Is your therapy sessions, taking longer?" Roni cringed inside, but replied in an even voice, even though she knew a slow flush was spreading up her chest. "Yes, Dr. Howard has changed my therapy and the first few will take a little longer." Unlocking the garage door she grabbed a box of aluminum cans she had been meaning to recycle and put them in the trunk. "Gotta go, the cats will be wanting fed and I need to eat too." As she started closing the garage door, she heard Mrs. McCarty chuckle and say "If I were having "Therapy" with Sean Howard, I wouldn't mind staying late and maybe inviting him to share my couch." The chuckling faded as the door rolled shut. Roni froze, her body refused to move, as her mind fast forwarded thru her day, starting from opening this very door, to this moment in time. Her whirlwind thoughts, slowed and dwelt with crystal precision on each exquisite detail of her time with Sean, just thinking his name caused a surge of... Desire, Fear, Want? An impossible to name emotion that started low in her womb and spread upward like a blush, setting nipples and sex to reverberate with their own tingles of sympathy. Did he cause that, did he make her feel this way, just thinking his name. But she knew it wasn't a command he had given her, she knew he had given her some, "commands", but this wasn't one of them. This was her feelings, all on her own. Shaking her head, she decided after the cats were fed, She would take a long hot bath. She had to get out of these clothes. She'd run the water while she took care of the cats, then a glass of wine and a bath with lots of frothy soap. She'd clean her body of the evidence of the day and maybe her mind would see answers, instead of questions. Turning the light out, she opened the door and entered the kitchen. With a sigh, Roni relaxed into the oversized sunken bathtub. This was one of the reasons she had liked this house, an opulent bathroom with a high-tech tub that had numerous jacuzzi and spa setting, but tonight she set the temperature to hot but bearable and just relaxed. She lay back with her eyes closed and went over the afternoons events. She wasn't concentrating on actions but on feelings, her feelings. She had spent the last 6 and a half years trying to get rid of her desires, her wants, her needs and in one brazen, lustful, slutty afternoon, everything she had tried to bury and kill had come back in a rush of orgasmic pleasure. Sean had been hinting for the last six months, that she was never going to be able to leave that part of her psych alone. She was never going to be able to cage it permanently. The best she would ever be able to do, was to use it to her advantage, to channel it and her feelings, into a set of behaviors that would allow her to be happy and productive at the same time. Roni thought back to her childhood, her father had left, when she was five, she could remember the feelings, seeing other kids with their dads and how happy they seemed. She only saw him once or twice a year and she wanted so much for him to love her, she tried everything she could think of but over the years the visits had dwindled till a Christmas card when she was twelve was the last she had heard from him. Roni remembered vividly when it all changed. She had stayed all night with her girlfriend Stacy. They had changed into pajamas's and were watching TV in the basement family room. When Rod, Stacy's brother, had walked in and flopped down on the love seat across from the couch where they where sitting. Rod was 20 and would be a college sophomore in the fall. He was tall and muscular, one of the star athletes at the University. She'd had a crush on him forever. But tonight was different, the look he gave her was intent, almost hungry. For the first time she was self conscious about what she was wearing. Roni had been sitting cross legged with a foot under each knee, on the couch next to Stacy, her thin, white with pink trim, baby doll pajama, had ridden up and she was giving Rod a perfect view of her pink panty's. Beginning to blush, Roni pulled her pajamas down and sat up. Rod gave her a grin that was more of a smirk and winked at her. She blushed even deeper, and became even more conscious of how short her pajamas were. Recently she'd began to fill out, widening across the hips and getting larger on top and what should have been a mid thigh length pajama was now only inches from her panty's. When she sat or stood straight there was a smooth flow from the tip of her breast down, the pajama never got closer than two inches of her stomach until it flowed over her hips. Rod sat and stared at her, his eyes tracking from her feet up to her head, pausing at her thighs and breasts. Completing a circuit he would immediately start over. Roni had never felt anything like she was feeling now. She had been attracted to boys and had vague feelings of wanting something, but now she felt like her skin was burning hot and a million needles were stabbing her at once. It was both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. Her breathing was speeding up and she could feel her nipples pushing her pajama even farther out. Glancing over at Stacy she could see she was still engrossed in the teen romance movie they had been watching and hadn't noticed Rod and Roni at all. Roni could feel a tingling itch and the beginnings of moisture in her panties. Rod's scrutiny and her own unfamiliar feelings were translated into a squirming wiggle, as she experienced sensations in her body that were completely new. Her movements caused her knees to part about an inch, she saw Rod focus on that inch. looking her directly in the eyes, he smiled and nodded immediately returning his attention to the dark space between her thighs. She closed her knees. Rod fixed her with a stare and a frown and slowly shook his head no. Roni felt a surge of fear and panic wash over her. She wanted him to like her. She opened her knees back open an inch, he looked at her and smiled, then raised his eyebrow in expectation. She couldn't believe the rush of pleasure she felt in his obvious approval as she opened her legs another inch, The look he gave her was the start of another flow of pleasure. Roni knew he wanted to see her panties again and she wanted to please him. She opened her legs about 6 inches apart and reaching down slowly slid the bottom of her baby doll up until she had given him a complete view of her panties. His wide smile and intense gaze set her on fire and she could feel her panty's getting even wetter. His knowing look and smirk of dominance at the sight was almost to much for her and she began a new series of squirms. Roni's wiggling even disturbed Stacy, as she turned around and ask Roni, if she had ants in her pants, pausing the DVD she said "I'm going to make popcorn, want something to drink while I'm up there?" With a quick glance at Rod, Roni answered, "Thanks Stacy that would be good." As she bound up the stairs, Rod stood up and stretched, Roni could see a huge bulge in the front of his shorts, walking over, he stood looking down at her, he loomed over her dominant and commanding. Giving her one more look up and down, his hand swiftly darted down and He ran his finger up the front of her panties, feeling her wetness. "I think your ready, come to my room after Stacy falls asleep." He walked away sucking on the finger he had touched her with. Roni knew this had been the real turning point, if she'd had stayed in Stacy's room, she would have went home the next day and having been sexually awakened would have given herself to another high school senior her own age and their awkward fumbling would have taught them mutual respect. But she didn't. When Stacy's breathing said she was asleep, she had gotten up and slipping quietly through the darkened house, made her way to Rod's bedroom. Opening the door, she had slipped inside. Rod had taught her. Not the arts of love. But the pain and pleasure of giving her self to a man, with no thought of her pleasure, only of pleasing her man. Roni had been Rod's sex toy for five months before he'd tired of her and "gave" her to a buddy. The next two years was a succession of "Rod's" resulting with Jake forcing her to marry him when she was 20. Thinking through her life to this point, Roni remembered the circus, she, Stacy and another friend, Pam had went to when she was nineteen. They had been walking down the midway when they came to a fortune tellers parlor. Pam and Stacy were excited to hear their fortunes, so they went in. The interior was everything to be expected from a fortune teller, an older woman, swarthy and stout, dressed up like you see gypsy's in the movies. She sat at a table, "Enter my dears, how may Madame Borsala help you?" Pam, always the boldest said "We want you to tell our fortunes". After a short negotiation, Madame Borsala proceeded with a very dramatic searching of Pam's hand and the usual platitudes of long life, true love and beautiful kids. She did the same for Stacy. "Come my child let us see what your future holds." She stretched out her hand to Roni. The second their hands touched, there was a shudder almost a shock running up her arm. Looking up at the older woman, Roni, saw a sharp almost regretful look in her eyes. "For those like us, the path is never easy, but you are who you are." sighing with a look of compassion, she continued "When your questions become answers, that turns into questions, then will you meet the one who will make you whole." slumping down in her chair, she closed her eyes and whispered "leave me I can tell you nothing more" The fortune teller's words had been a topic of conversation between Roni and her friends up until she had married Jake, after that he hadn't allowed her to see them and they had drifted away. Shaking her head, Roni, rose up out of her bath and stepping out, began to towel herself dry. Roni awoke in the middle of the night, her nightgown was around her waist and sodden with sweat. Her left hand was jammed between her legs frantically pushing her panties up inside her. Her right hand was squeezing and pinching her nipples. She was in the middle of one of the best orgasm's she had ever had. As the tremors and jerks of her excitement subsided she remembered the dream. The dream had seemed so real. Thinking about it, even now, she could feel her nipples harden and new moisture flood her already abused sex. She had watched a TV show before she went to bed. It had been about vampires. It had been set down south somewhere. Her dream must have used this as a starting point. She had been shopping at the local supermarket. In the dream, she had been dressed in a short black leather miniskirt and black fishnet thigh high stockings with garter belt and a silky black thong. On top she wore a halter top that was designed to display and offer her breast more than cover them. 4" stiletto heels completed the ensemble. As is the manner of dreams, her outfit seemed perfectly natural to wear shopping. She was walking through the produce department and she could feel the eyes on her, all the men looking, with eyes hot with lust and yearning, waiting for even the smallest glimpse of more. She could feel herself becoming aroused and the thoughts that with slightest bend forward from her waist she would show, not only the top of her thigh highs but the garter belt and with a bend a little deeper, even the strings of her thong running down the crack of her rear. If she was to bend all the way forward they would be able to see her plump sex and her thong already wet with her juices. Glancing around she saw a man standing in front of the salads, looking up to his face, she saw his eyes. She couldn't look away, it was as if he was controlling her with them. His identity seemed to keep shifting, one moment he was the handsome, hunky star of the TV show she had watched and the next moment she would be looking into Sean's eyes. It was as if her body had a mind of its own and the real her was just a passenger, able to feel what her body felt but without any control over her actions. She walked down the vegetable aisle like it was a runway and she was a supermodel, each foot precisely in front of the other, her shapely ass undulating gently side to side. The edge of her skirt bobbing up and down with each step showing a momentary glimpse of her garters and a hint of black cloth. She stopped in front of the cucumbers and her hands picked one up. It was seven inches long and around 21/2 inches thick. Holding it in her left hand she began to rub her other hand up and down it like she was teasing a man, her eyes locked on the man across the aisle from her. He gave a little smile and with a twinkle of his eyes, like he had thought of something new, she felt an overwhelming desire to lick and suck on the cucumber. With the first touch of her tongue, her mind went into overdrive. It felt, smelled and tasted like a real cock, even to the slight taste of precum. She laved it with her tongue and even though she didn't have any control over herself, she couldn't deny the heat that flushed through her body. Moving to the tip, she slide her lips over it, fluttering her tongue over the shaft. Slowly she took it deeper and deeper, tongue working every inch till her lips hit her fingers holding the end. For the next several minutes she stood, leaned back against the counter, sucking and tonguing the hard green shaft. No one except her controller noticed anything usual. Her mind anticipated what her body did next as she leaned farther back and with her left hand pulled her skirt up to her waist and slid her thong to the side. Her mind reeled at the thought she was exposing herself in public, she knew the man was feasting his eyes on her neatly trimmed sex, framed by her stockings and garter belt. She slowly slid the shaft length ways between her legs, teasing her clit with the hard rough cucumber. Her heat built and she wanted to ram the hard green shaft up her sex, she wanted to fuck herself with a cucumber in the middle of the store. Her body was still under the control of someone else, as she continued to gently rub the vegetable back and forth between her lips. Looking into her controllers eyes she mouthed a single word. "Please!" For the first time the man spoke, "You waltz into a store dressed like your going clubbing or maybe just going fucking. Every man who saw you has a boner and dreams of what he'd do if he had you alone for an hour. You strut up the aisle, grab a cucumber and proceed to show me what a good cocksucker you are. You show me what a wet, horny cunt you have by rubbing it with a vegetable and now you want me to allow you to ram it up your dripping slit?" Still rubbing the shaft gently back and forth, again all she could say was "Please!" Starting to unbuckle his belt he said "No, a slutty woman like you needs to earn her pleasure. Show me just how good a cocksucker you really are and maybe I'll let you cum." Unfastening his pants he let them fall to the floor. Without thought she found herself on her knees before him. Reaching up she slid his bulging briefs over his hips and down with her left hand, her right still gently rubbing her flowing sex with the cucumber. The cock that sprang out was almost exactly the same size as the cucumber and she felt her whole body heat up even more looking at it. She began to kiss it, slow light sucking kisses, up and down the shaft. While still kissing, she began to use her tongue, slowly licking the shaft and ridge paying extra attention to the sensitive vein running up the bottom. She heard a soft sigh. "damn you can suck cock, slut." Hearing the praise excited her even more and she sunk her lips over the tip, reveling in the taste of his juices and the pleasure she was giving. Sliding her lips down, she polished his head and shaft with her tongue while lightly sucking, when she felt his hair tickle her nose she slowly slide the hard cock out of her mouth continuing using her tongue to touch all the sensitive spots on his shaft. She soon worked up a rhythm, sucking the cock deep into her mouth till her lips could go no farther and slowly sucking in as she pulled back, while at the same time using her tongue. The whole time she continue rubbing her hot aching slit with the cucumber. She could feel her juices running down her legs and the cucumber was slick and hard to hold from the wetness. The man was breathing hard and suddenly push her back till she sat down. Therapy Week 02.5 She sat in the middle of the aisle, legs spread, skirt around her waist, rubbing her hot box with the hard cucumber. Where she had been kneeling she could see a puddle on the floor. Again all she could do was plead "Please!" Slowly fisting his cock, he stood over her and said. "That was a good blowjob, slut, I almost filled your mouth, but I think I want to blow my load in that sopping cunt of yours. On your feet, bitch, lean over the counter." She rose unsteadily to her feet and leaned over the counter, a hand on her back pushed her face down in the green beans. Without thought she brought the cucumber to her lips and began licking her juices from it, as she felt him raise her skirt over her ass onto her back and roughly jerk her thong to the side. "Remember slut, this is for my pleasure, if it's good, I'll let you cum." With no preliminaries, not that she needed them, he rammed all the way into her and she felt his sac bouncing on her clit. Her mind melted. She had to cum, but she couldn't till he said. She had to cum! All she could do was say "Please, Please, Please!" over and over as he rammed her again and again. The pressure built over an indeterminable amount of time till all she could do was softly whimper and pray for release. She felt him swell inside of her and she held her breath in anticipation and as she felt the first spurt of his climax, she clearly heard Sean's voice say "Cum for me Roni" That's when she awoke. Laying in bed slowly relaxing after the dream and the orgasm, Roni had to smile as she drifted back to sleep. At least he hadn't been covered in glitter. Therapy Week 02 Even as she said these last words, Roni, pushed my boxers to the floor, my member, harder than it had ever been, fell straight out and hit her on the forehead, she put her hand around it and pulled back to look. R: "ahhh!, Master, Oh Godddd, ahhh!, Its so good master. I'm cumming Master! I watched as she cum from just seeing my sex, she leaned back on her legs, threw her head back and I watched as her whole body contorted, a flush began that spread to her face and down past her breast. I almost lost it, seeing this magnificent woman, half naked on her knees holding my sex and cumming. She recovered quickly and rammed her head down on my sex and I felt my balls hit her chin, I felt the back of her throat, as she worked her tongue and swished it around the sensitive bottom of my sex, in accordance with my command, she moaned as she felt the sucking at her wetness, her legs widened and a lock of surprise and pleasure swept over her. I took a firm grip on her shoulder length Strawberry blond hair and pulled her back till only the head was in her mouth, she grabbed the shaft with her hand and started jacking me as she twirled her tongue around my head. I pulled her forward till again my sex hit her throat, she slide one arm around my thighs and grabbed my rear cheek and tried to take me even deeper. I tighten my grip on her hair and began moving her head and lips up and down my member, I was getting close, so I rammed her face onto my sex again and again. It was going to be over sooner than I wished but I couldn't hold on much longer. I didn't want to cum in her mouth, at least not this time, I wanted to spend my load on those beautiful breasts, I rammed into her throat one last time, moved her head back and immediately spewed my load on her chest as she collapsed on the floor with a screaming, thrashing, whites of the eyes, orgasm. My whole body was spent, for the first time in too long, I was completed sexually drained, both mentally and physically. Roni lay on the floor twitching and moaning, her eyes fluttering, her face slack. I stagger back to my chair and collapsed down, waiting on Roni to regain focus. It took her 10 minutes to relax and quiet the constant throbbing of her body, I took delight watching her face as it transformed through stages from utter bliss, to contentment, to relaxation and a smile that made it all worth while, for I had never seen her smile in such content. another 5 passed before she opened her eyes, first in an unfocused faraway look, then sharper, then at me. She jumped to her feet ran over and fell in front of me, lay an arm on each of my thighs and staring at my member. She licked her lips and started pleading "Please master, can your slutty little cock slave lick you clean, can your slave please her master again" I immediately saw my mistake, I had given her a trigger phrase and not made provisions for it to end, but her pleas where too hard to resist. "Clean me slave." she immediately took my spent member into her mouth and sucked and licked it, "That's good for now, slave. On your knee's before me, I want to see my cum on you." She immediately moved back on her knees, "Put your hands behind your head and jut out your chest." She complied. "Spread your knees farther apart, even with your shoulders.". The sight before me was breathtaking, Roni, with a look of renewed lust in her eyes, pushing her breast out at me, covered in my cum. The only thing better would have been her totally naked, so I could have seen the constant flow of moisture that now was wetting her jeans. One last command then I would begin her list of instructions that would gradually occur over the next week. "Roni, Cum for me"