****** Patrick's Therapy by Cat ******
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Patrick's Therapy


"Hello Patrick, I'm Dr. Swanson. We spoke on the phone." A tall woman with
blonde hair piled high in a French twist held her hand out to him. "Hello Dr.
Swanson," he said shyly. "Why don't you come into my office, and we can talk."
He followed her into a dimly lit room, its beige walls decorated with
provocative paintings done by some of history's greatest artists. She seated
herself behind a mahogany desk, and offered him one of the leather chairs
across from her. He sat down and looked around nervously, wiping his sweaty
palms on his jeans. "Patrick, I'd like you to tell me why you came to see a sex
therapist." He blushed, his tanned skin turning crimson. She reached across the
desk and touched his hand. "There's no reason to be embarrassed. When we have
health problems, we see a medical doctor; when we have emotional problems, we
see a psychiatrist; and when we have sex problems, we see a sex therapist." He
looked down at the floor. "I'm here because I'm 22 and still a virgin." he
spoke softly.

Her expression was unrevealing. "That's what you told me on the phone. Let's
talk about WHY you think you are still a virgin."

He was silent.

"Patrick, nothing you say will shock me. In my 15 years here, I have heard
everything you can imagine." He sighed and answered. "My problem is that every
time I'm about to do it, I can't keep it up."

She nodded. "I see. Well the doctor's examination has ruled out any physical
problems. Why do you think this happens?" she asked.

"I, I'm not sure." He stammered.

"Can you ever maintain an erection other times?" she inquired.

"Sure, when I jerk off." he responded.

"And what do you think of when you masturbate?"

It was hard for him to tell her such intimate things, but he desperately wanted
her help. "About being tied up, spanked, stuff like that."

"With women or with men?" she asked.

He looked shocked. "With women, of course!"

She shook her head and smiled wryly. "There are lots of men who are interested
in other men, and there's nothing wrong with it. Patrick, I'd like to tell you
what the psychological tests revealed."

He indicated that she should proceed.

"You have a strong Oedipal complex."

"What's that?" he asked.

"A fixation on your mother. Do you ever think of your mother when you
masturbate?"

By his embarrassment it was obvious she had struck a nerve. He nodded slowly.
"Mostly I think about her spanking me. It's not that it's my mom that gets me
hot. It's the thought of being spanked and overpowered by a hot woman."

She paused for a moment, considering what he had said. "Have you ever looked at
any dominance and submission magazines or bondage videos?"

He smiled. "Yeah, quite a bit. It's usually about the only time I can come. And
I think if I could find someone like that, like one of those mistresses, I
wouldn't have this problem with her."

"Patrick, I think I can help you."

He started to ask questions and she held up her hand, quieting him. "Can you
commit to a week of intense, full-time therapy?"

"Yeah, I can do that." he answered.

"Good," she said. "Take the subway to the McDonald's on 45th and 1st Ave. I'll
meet you at 5:00, and we'll take my car from there." She stood up, indicating
their session was over. "I'll see you at five." She started rifling through the
papers on her desk, and he quietly left her office.

At 5:00, he was waiting outside the McDonald's when Dr. Swanson pulled up in a
red BMW. She motioned for him to get in, and she quickly pulled away from the
curb. At the first red light, she turned to him. "Where we are going is secret,
and I have to blindfold you."

He swallowed hard and felt his penis stiffen. "Sure," he said. "Anything you
say."

She slipped a black silk blindfold over his eyes, and he could see nothing.
They drove for several minutes, and she made several turns. Finally she stopped
and got out of the car. "We're here," she said and ushered him from the vehicle
into a small brick building.

She knocked on a door, and in a few seconds it opened to admit them. They were
led to a small room off the foyer, and Patrick heard the sound of footsteps on
the wooden floor. "Jacqueline!" Dr. Swanson greeted the slender dark-haired
woman happily. "This is the one I called you about this afternoon." She
motioned to Patrick. Jacqueline looked him up and down. He was very attractive,
with thick dark hair, and soft sensitive lips. His body was slender but looked
strong, and his skin was deeply tanned from working outdoors.

A silky authoritative voice spoke to him. "Remove your clothing."

Dr. Swanson leaned over to whisper in his ear. "Do exactly what you are told."

He peeled off his jeans and took off his t-shirt. He stood there in his Jockey
briefs, his hands in front of him, trying to hide his bulging erection.

"All of it." the voice added. Embarrassed, but remembering Dr. Swanson's
orders, he removed the rest of his clothing until he stood before them naked.
"Kathy!" the woman called out. "Destroy this clothing."

"You can't do that!" Patrick exclaimed. The woman came over to him and grasped
his chin. "You were not given permission to speak." He felt her warm, sweet
breath on his cheek.

Dr. Swanson spoke. "Well, I have work to do. Good luck Patrick," she said and,
to his surprise, swatted his bare ass. He heard her leave and the door closed
solidly after her.

Jacqueline removed the blindfold and Patrick had his first glimpse of his
surroundings. The room was nearly empty, except for chains on the wall and
hanging from the ceiling. Jacqueline stood before him and he gasped. It was as
though she had stepped out of one of his videos. She wore a shiny, patent
leather dress that zipped up the front, with an oversized yoke collar. Her arms
were encased in black gloves, and she wore tall, shiny boots with steel-tipped
heels. Her face was beautiful but forbidding, as she looked at him with
disdain.

"Do you know why you're here?" she asked.

"To get laid?" he offered, and was stunned when she slapped his face viciously.

"You are here to serve MY needs, nothing more. We have rules here, and that is
the primary one for you to remember. I am in charge, and you will do what I
say, when I say. Is that understood?"

Patrick began to feel somewhat uneasy. What had Dr. Swanson gotten him into?
"Maybe this is a mistake," he started to say, but she interrupted him.

"Another rule is not to speak unless given permission. You will address me as
Goddess and any other women as Mistress. You will be addressed as Pussy.' The
name was meant to demasculinize him, and he felt appropriately humiliated. "You
will be collared at all times. I will trigger an electrical impulse in your
collar by remote to summon you and you must immediately come to me, on your
knees."

He looked at her intently. She smiled. "One more thing. You will not look at me
directly, unless I permit it." He looked away from her then. "Do you have any
questions Pussy?" He shook his head. "Good."

"Kathy!" The woman who entered the room was naked, except for her gold collar
and shackles, which appeared to have been welded onto her. Kathy knelt on the
floor and kissed the toes of Goddess Jacqueline's shiny boots.

"Yes Goddess?" Jacqueline caressed Kathy's golden hair.

"Take Pussy to the dungeon and wait for me there." Without a word, Kathy
escorted Patrick from the room.

Fearful, he started to run, for he had decided to leave this place. Kathy
pushed a button on her collar, and they were immediately surrounded by two
strong women wearing leather harnesses and square-toed black boots.

"Yes Mistress?" they asked Kathy.

"This is Pussy, and I've been ordered to take him to the dungeon, but he isn't
cooperating."

One of the women grabbed his arms and cuffed his hands together behind his
back. The other slipped a steel collar around his neck and locked it in place.
A leash was attached to a ring on the collar and he was led placidly from the
room. He dared not struggle with the two Amazons standing behind him.

Kathy passed her palm over an electronic reader at the end of the hall, which
opened the door to the dungeon. The door closed behind them. "You will wait
here," she said and quickly exited. He thought he was alone in the room when a
hand touched his shoulder. He jumped.

"Goddess," he said and dropped to his knees.

"You're learning," she said and smiled. "Lick my boots until they shine," she
commanded. He licked the patent leather, his tongue leaving wet streaks on its
shiny surface. He was careful not to miss a spot. "I heard that you tried to
escape. Is this true?"

He nodded reluctantly.

"Such disobedience will not be tolerated. Stand up." He stood up slowly,
hampered without the use of his hands. "Turn around." He complied and she
uncuffed him.

"I want you to lie down on that table." She gestured to a hard metal table
suspended in a metal frame. He obediently laid down on the table. She used the
attached leather straps to bind his hands and feet. He shivered in a
combination of anticipation and fear. The first thing she did was summon Kathy
to assist her in shaving his body until all his chest hair, leg hair, and pubic
hair had been removed. While his cock and balls were being shaved, his penis
instantly sprang to attention. As if unable to resist, Jacqueline bent down to
suck it. She took it fully into her mouth, and he moaned in pleasure. She
scratched his balls with her fingernails and then slid a slender finger into
his anus, causing him to squirm. She used her mouth expertly, scraping her
teeth lightly against the sensitive head and swirling her tongue along the
shaft. He arched his hips against her mouth. Then Kathy bent down and began
flicking her tongue on his nipples. He groaned loudly. She nibbled one with her
teeth, and he could feel himself nearing orgasm. Jacqueline could feel it too,
and suddenly she stopped.

"Oh please Goddess, please! Let me come! I'll do whatever you want."

"You'll do whatever I want anyway," she reminded him, with a slap on his cheek.

"I think I'd rather come," she said wickedly and stood over his face. She
rotated her clit against his face. "Eat my cunt Pussy. Tongue-fuck me." Trying
to forget his own aching member, he lapped her furiously. He could barely
breathe, and his nostrils were filled with the strong scent of her arousal. The
coarse hair between her legs abraded his chin as she mashed down on him. He
suckled her clit like a nipple, rolling it around with his tongue. "Unh!" she
groaned as she dribbled cum into his mouth. He sighed in relief when she
removed herself and inhaled the fresh air deeply, though not for long. "Go
ahead Kathy," she said to her female slave. Kathy eagerly straddled Patrick's
face. She used her hands to spread her pussy lips apart so that he would have
better access to the sensitive button beneath. Unlike Goddess Jacqueline,
Kathy's pink slit was shaved bare, and he was able to elicit a climax from her
quickly. Meanwhile, he felt the Goddess working her oral magic on his cock
again, and he trembled, once again nearing his own explosion. And again she
stopped. The torment was unbearable.

"Shit!" he yelled.

"What did you say?" Jacqueline asked coldly. "Did I say you could speak?" She
took a remote from her waist and pressed a button. Instantly, an electric
current started at his neck and surged through his body. He felt as though his
body was being stung by a thousand bees and he cried out. He was happy when the
current stopped and decided to be more diligent about controlling his tongue.

Goddess unlatched the metal table from its steel frame and swung it so that he
was strapped upside down. He could hear his blood pounding in his head. He felt
something being inserted into his ass, and he whimpered as it stretched his
hole. He could not see it and did not realize it was a candle until wax started
to drip down his body. It landed on his balls first, hot and scalding. It
dripped down his shaft and ran down his abdomen and chest. He winced as it
burned his skin tender, shaved skin. He could feel the heat of the flame
between his thighs and feared its burning touch. Then his nose sensed that the
candle had been extinguished, and he felt himself being spun horizontal again.
His front was covered in hardened wax, which the two women removed with putty
knives, occasionally jabbing him.

The goddess leaned over and kissed him, her tongue sliding between his teeth.
He kissed her back but stopped as her hands squeezed his testicles tightly, as
if to say "I'm in control." She continued kissing him, stroking his tongue with
her velvety one. "It's late," she said. "Let me show you where you will sleep
for the night."

She unfastened the leather straps and took him through a door into her
chambers. Her room was large and spacious, with a king-sized bed and a mirror
on the ceiling. She took him through a small door off this room and pushed him
down onto a commode. She cuffed his hands to the towel rack above and, using
ropes, tied his legs apart, passing the rope behind the base of the toilet. His
position was uncomfortable and he doubted he would get much sleep. The next
thing she did was lift up her dress. She sat on his lap, facing him, and
emptied her bladder, the warm liquid coursing down his privates before
dribbling into the water below.

His erection pushed against her and she teased him by rubbing up and down
against it, pushing her leather-covered breasts against his chest.

"You're such a good toilet slut," she whispered in his ear, and he shuddered as
she bit his neck. "Thank you Goddess," he said humbly.

Then she stood up. "Clean me off," she said. He licked the remaining salty
drops from her body, and she turned to leave. "I'll be back," she said.

He ached to stroke his cock, to fondle it until it spurted its white load, but
he could not. He rested on and off throughout the night, waking up more than
once when the goddess returned to shower him with her golden nectar. In the
morning, she removed him from the toilet seat, which had left a round semi-
circle crease in his ass, and ordered him into the shower with her. She
scrubbed him viciously with a wooden scrub brush, until his skin glowed pink.
She took the soap and lathered his penis, stroking it up and down with slippery
hands. She pushed his head down to her breast and he sucked its pink bud as the
water poured into his face. He started to pulse and was only a stroke away from
release when she stopped. Without thinking, he reached down and grabbed
himself, preparing to finish.

She slapped him hard across the face, leaving a red handprint. "You selfish
cunt!" she scolded and pulled him dripping wet from the shower and into her
bedroom. She pushed him face down on the bed and, sitting on his back, expertly
hogtied him. She grabbed what looked like a brass curtain rod and brought it
down on his bottom.

"Ow!" he yelled.

"With every stroke, I want to hear what you are." Jacqueline commanded. "I'm a
selfish cunt," he replied. THUD! The rod came down again. "I'm a selfish cunt,"
he said again. THUD! His skin was already burning, and tears began to trickle
from his eyes. "I'm a selfish cunt," he cried. THUD! He moaned senselessly.
"I'm a selfish cunt," he said breathlessly. THUD! He screamed. "I'm a selfish
cunt!"

She stopped and let him cry. His skin was decorated with purplish welts. Then
she untied his feet and rolled him onto his back. She was astonished to see he
was fully erect. "What have we here?" she said, as she lowered her body down on
his engorged penis.

He sighed as he felt her moist pussy engulf him. Jacqueline began to move her
body up and down on his shaft, and he secretly watched her peach-sized breasts
jiggle. He could feel the way she contracted her vaginal muscles, milking his
cock. "Oh yeah!" he said, eyes closed. And once more she thwarted his orgasm by
removing herself. He did not know how much he could take. His balls were
swollen and perpetually hard. He was afraid he would soon have the condition of
blue balls if she persisted in teasing him.

She sat down on his face then. "Lick my ass," she ordered. "Ream me with that
tongue." He licked her tawny puckered hole and slid his tongue inside.
Meanwhile, she rubbed and stroked her clit until she came, her whole body
throbbing. "Mmm," she said. "It feels sooooo good to come." And she left him
alone in the room.

He dozed off, and when he awoke, he was with someone he did not recognize. She
untied him and he bowed at her feet. "Thank you Mistress," he said. "I'm here
to get you ready." she said. "Goddess wants to take you out tonight." He
grinned at the thought of accompanying the lovely Jacqueline. The woman came
over to him and clasped a metal tube over his cock.

"What's this?" he asked. She glared at him but did not answer. Then she took
the attached chain and pulled his shaft back through his legs, clipping the
chain to his collar. She taped his balls firmly against him with duct tape, and
he knew it would hurt tremendously when it was removed. She fastened a black
garter belt around his waist and handed him a pair of stockings. "Put these
on." He balked but decided it was better to obey and slipped the stockings over
his legs. She wrapped a piece of latex with falsies around his chest and gave
him a pair of cushioned panties to wear. His figure went from stick straight to
luscious and curvy. She helped him into a slinky black dress with long sleeves
and a size 12 pair of stiletto heels. He shook his head in amazement. Then she
added a long black wig, the fake curly hair cascading sexily down his
shoulders. As a finale, she caked his face in makeup and clipped on a pair of
gold hoops.

Goddess Jacqueline entered the room. "Bravo!" she exclaimed, clapping her
hands. "What a sweet Pussy you are," she said happily. She turned him to face
the mirror and he gasped at the woman who looked back at him. Still, he didn't
think he would fool anyone, if that was his goddess' intention.

She took him to a private party at the home of a close friend. Dr. Swanson was
there in tight leather and she and Patrick did a double take when they saw one
another. Then she laughed. "Patrick -- oops, I guess it's Pussy now -- you look
lovely." And she leaned forward and kissed him, smearing his lipstick slightly.

A tall, burly man came over and addressed Jacqueline. "Mind if I dance with
your new girl?"

Jacqueline was gracious. "Not at all," she said and pushed Patrick towards him.
He put his arms around Patrick and held him tightly.

"You're a hot dish," he said. "Great pair of legs." And he squeezed Patrick's
foam latex ass. Patrick tottered along with the man in his high heels. The man
tongued Patrick's ear, and he shuddered. He would have pulled away but
Jacqueline was watching and shook her head warningly. "What's a matter, are you
a lezzie?"

"No," and when Patrick spoke, the burly man realized the trick that had been
played on him and laughed. Patrick thought the man would let him go then, but
he held him even more tightly.

"I'm bi," the man winked at Patrick, who groaned inwardly. At the end of the
song, Jacqueline rescued him. "You homophobe!" she chastised.

"I have plans for you dear," she said and took him into one of the bedrooms.
There on the bed was a very beautiful nude young woman, tied spread-eagled. Her
large breasts were bound and nipples clamped. She was gagged and the look in
her baby blue eyes was that of a frightened deer. Jacqueline addressed the
bound woman. "Your Master tells me you have an aversion to women." The girl
just looked at her. Jacqueline ran her fingers through the girl's blonde locks.
"We'll see about that," and she pushed Patrick's head down onto the girl's
exposed slit. "Lick her cunt, Pussy." Then Jacqueline ground her clit against
the girl's pinched nipples, and the girl made muffled sounds beneath the gag.
Suddenly her face became flushed and her body shook, on the edge of a
tremendous orgasm.

"Stop Pussy!" Jacqueline commanded, and at once he stopped, and the girl
whimpered in unhappiness.

Jacqueline strapped a leather harness around her clothing and crawled on top of
the girl. "If you want to come, you're going to have to do it while I'm fucking
you." Patrick could only watch in envy as his Goddess shoved the plastic dildo
in and out of the pretty young girl. The girl arched her hips against it,
apparently forgetting her previous aversion to women, and then she came, her
breasts swelling even more in their tight bondage.

"Get on the bed Pussy," Jacqueline ordered. "On your hands and knees." He
obeyed her instantly. The girl's eyes grew wide as Jacqueline undressed him,
revealing the masculine form beneath the clothing. She removed the shackles
from his cock but left the duct tape in place.

"Get on top of her," Jacqueline said. Patrick positioned himself over the girl.
"Put your dick in her cunt," she demanded, and he eagerly complied, gliding
easily into the slippery hole.

The girl threw her head back and gave a smothered moan. As Patrick pushed into
the girl, he felt something pushing into him. It penetrated him deeply, and he
bit his lip.

"Fuck her," his Goddess ordered. The girl looked into his eyes, and though she
looked frightened, he could not prevent himself from ravaging her. His Goddess
had teased him so many times that his cock craved release. But every thrust
forced him to push back against the dildo inside him. Jacqueline would give him
release, but it would come at a price. Then the dildo was removed, and he felt
Jacqueline's slick fingers sliding one at a time into his stretched-out anus.
"Ahhh!" he exclaimed as she pushed her fourth finger into his hole. Adding more
lubricant, she coated her hand and, with great effort, pushed it inside. He
stopped ramming the girl beneath him and screamed in pain as she made a fist
inside his tunnel.

"Now fuck her," Jacqueline said evilly.

"I can't," he cried. "I can't move." He sobbed openly.

"Do it now," she demanded and slapped his taped balls. Slowly he started to
move, but every movement brought intense, mind- numbing pain. Eventually as he
became more accustomed to Jacqueline's fist inside him, he was able to thrust
his cock into the girl, and he fucked her hard then, until he knew he would
come. As he spilled his load into her gash, Jacqueline pulled her hand out of
his ass. The feeling was so intense, he fainted.

When he awoke, he was alone in the room with Jacqueline. She smiled at him.
"Well, you aren't a virgin anymore."

"Thank you Goddess," he said groggily, his asshole feeling bruised and
battered. It had only been two days; he was afraid he would not survive the
other five. He opened his eyes and looked around for the girl.

"Her Master came to get her," Jacqueline explained. "While you were
unconscious, she did a wonderful job licking my cunt, with a little prompting
of course."

"Prompting?" Patrick asked. She showed him the riding crop. He quivered,
imagining the girl's pretty pale skin marred by bruises administered by his
Goddess. "It's time to get you home," Jacqueline said. She clipped a leash on
his collar and led him naked to the car. He was too tired and sore to be
embarrassed as she pulled him through the throng of people.

Jacqueline kindly allowed him to sleep on a rug beside her bed instead of the
uncomfortable position on the toilet. She took Kathy to bed with her, and
frequently during the night, he could hear the two of them making love. He
heard the wet sounds of juicy pussies, and he longed to fondle himself, but
afraid of discovery, he refrained.

In the morning, Kathy anointed his balls with a substance designed to dissolve
the sticky chemical on the duct tape. It still pulled on the very sensitive
skin of his scrotum, and he cried out as she ripped it off. After it was
removed, she handed him an ice pack to soothe him. "We can talk if you'd like,"
Kathy said.

"Where is Goddess?" he asked immediately. "She had some business to attend to.
Have you been enjoying yourself?"

He looked at her as though she were insane. "Enjoying myself? Hardly. Besides,
Goddess gave me the impression this was not a vacation."

Kathy nodded. "You're right. Your pleasure is irrelevant," she agreed and was
silent. "I noticed your bindings don't come off," he said. "No, I have given my
life to our Goddess. She owns me completely," Kathy added. "Shh, she's back!"

Kathy removed the ice pack, and the two of them knelt down as Jacqueline
entered the room. Today she was dressed in a white blouse, the tips of her
breasts visible beneath the sheer fabric. She wore riding pants and boots, and
carried a riding crop. "A huge business deal just fell through," Jacqueline
said angrily. "I'm so mad I could--" suddenly she stopped and grabbed Patrick
by his collar. "Let's go!" she said and dragged him into the dungeon. She
locked his hands into a suspension bar above his head and lashed at him with
her riding crop. The first blows landed on his ass, still sore from the rod.
Next she took a whip and let it rain down on his back. "Men are pigs," she
yelled. "Cunt-licking pigs. Isn't that right?" she asked him.

He dared not oppose her, especially in her present mood. "Yes Goddess. Men are
pigs."

"All you're really good for," she said, "is to be my whipping post! I don't
need a man for a good fuck, and I can take care of myself." She moved around to
the front and began beating his chest and shoulders with the whip. He was
surprised to feel himself growing hard. But then she struck that, too, with the
whip, making him dizzy. Finally, her rage exhausted itself and she stopped. Her
hair hung loosely about her face, perspiration beading her forehead. She looked
at him, with black and blue stripes across his torso. "What good are you?" she
said dejectedly.

He forgot about his own pain; all he could feel was sadness that his goddess
was unhappy and he could not fix it. "I'm only a man," he said. "And that alone
makes me inferior to you. But if I can bring you any happiness, then I will
gladly give myself to you."

She looked at him seriously. "Do you understand," she asked, "that I promise
you nothing in return? I do not offer you love, kindness, or pleasure?"

He nodded his understanding. "I live only to serve you," he said. "I ask for
nothing but the opportunity to belong to you."

She let him down then and kissed him tenderly. "Make love to me Patrick," she
said, using his name for the first time. With awe and reverence he laid her
down on the nearby table and unbuttoned her blouse. He kissed her smooth
breasts and her flat stomach. Then he removed her boots, kissing them lovingly
before he placed them on the floor, and tugged her pants off her legs. Slowly
and gently, he filled her deeply. They moved harmoniously against one another,
and her fingernails dug into his back as she came.

"Oh Goddess," he begged, "may I come?" She stroked his dark hair. She granted
her permission and he exploded in a flash of white. She held him close to her
in the aftermath of their lovemaking.

"I think we'll have to tell Dr. Swanson you're cured," she said, smiling.

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