Sexual desire is an interesting and powerful force. Everyone has felt it, but it can be difficult to define. Is it an emotion or perhaps an instinct? It's heathy to share but it's very private. People deal with it in different ways. Most embrace it and weave it into their lives. Others are uncomfortable with it. They try to ignore or suppress it, but it's always there, lurking just beneath the surface.
This is the story of a very beautiful young woman who was raised to ignore her sexuality, to hide it. The same as hunger it can be ignored but with time it will grow stronger. Like an animal in a cage, it can't be contained forever. Eventually the beast will find a way to break free.
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David was nude, except for the heavy black leather collar around his neck. He was on his hands and knees, eye level and inches from the one thing he wanted most. His small penis was rock hard and throbbing. He was desperate for release but he would never dream of touching himself. Mary had broken him of his masturbation habit during their very first session together. He hadn't ejaculated for weeks and he was desperately horny. It was the longest he had ever gone without a release. She had trained him to endure, even relish long term orgasm denial.
A leash extended from David's collar to Mary's hand. Her blood red fingernails contrasted with the black leather of the leash's handle. She was seated on the front edge of the couch, with her thigh high leather boots on either side of David's head. The sheer black fabric of her thong was the only barrier between his face and her glorious pussy. He could just make out the swollen pink curves of her labia from his close up point of view.
Mary was caressing David's lower back and the top of his bare ass with the short tail of her whip. She said, "Slave, I asked you a question. Do you want to lick my pussy?"
David was shaking, he knew what was coming. If he didn't answer, he would lose his opportunity to have an orgasm as he had for three weeks in a row. If he said no, this would be yet another session, without tasting Mary. His voice quivered as he responded, "Yes please Mistress Hyde, may I please lick your pussy?"
Mary raised her short whip and brought it down viciously on David's left ass cheek, crack! David lowered his head in agony and whimpered quietly. An angry red line appeared on his ass, extending down the back of his thigh. The fresh stripe joined the half dozen that were already there, evenly split between his left and right ass cheeks. His rigid little penis throbbed, despite the searing pain on his ass.
Mary smiled in silent delight as she watched David writhing in pain. She allowed him a minute to catch his breath. She was not acting, she truly enjoyed having a desperate man cowering before her. A man who was willing to endure substantial pain for the hope of sexual intimacy with her. She was intrigued by how much pain men would willingly accept from her.
Mary was, in fact, a licensed and fully qualified clinical psychologist. This, however, was her favorite kind of therapy. Over a short period of time she had transformed the lives of David and several other male patients.
She learned she was able to improve their focus and curb certain, self-destructive behaviors. In David's case, he had been a habitual masturbator, to the point that it was negatively impacting his life. He had been encouraged to seek professional help after he was caught masturbating at work.
Mary had taken control of his sexuality by claiming control of his orgasms. She had trained David to stop masturbating. With Mary's help he found he was able to control his sexual urges and function normally in his private and work life. Mary had trained him to only have sexual thoughts when he was with her, nude and collared. During their sessions he would focus his sexual energy on her. She purposely teased and denied him orgasm while she trained him to lust after pleasure enhanced with pain.
He was living in a world where his sexuality was completely controlled by Mary and he loved her for it. Mary enjoyed it as well. These therapy sessions were just as sexually arousing for her, as her patients.
After David's pain had eased, she took a short grab on the leash, pulling it taut. She pulled his head from the floor up toward her pussy and said quietly, "That's it slave, pain makes the reward sweeter. Just imagine your tongue in my sweet pussy. I know you want to lick me. I know you wonder what my pussy tastes like."
Mary was correct. David wanted to taste her more than he wanted to cum. She gently reached down under his chin and lifted his face to her hairless pussy. He nuzzled his nose to her soft fragrant folds. A tear rolled down David's cheek and dampened Mary's, already wet thong.
He was shaking as he held his face to the delicate fabric. He breathed deeply. Mary's feminine scent was his only anesthetic. He desperately wanted to endure her punishment game so she would finally allow him a taste. He had been wanting to experience cunnilingus for his entire adult life. Mary's intent was to, once again, deny him that pleasure.
Mary spoke in a soothing voice, "Shhh, shhh David, it's okay, you may kiss me. Show me how you feel about me. Kiss me and breathe through the pain."
David began gently kissing Mary's pussy through her wet thong. This was his favorite place in the world. Nuzzling the most sacred place on the body of the most beautiful woman he had ever known. He kissed over and over.
His extreme frustration was revealed by the way he subconsciously gyrated his hips, his rigid penis bobbing uselessly under him. Mary was aroused as well, her pussy was slick and needing attention. Denying him access to her womanhood kept her in sexual limbo as well.
Mary continued softly caressing David's lower back and red striped ass with her whip. She centered it and the flexible tail draped down the crack of his ass, teasing his balls. She dragged it up and down, emphasizing her power and his vulnerability. David knew that one carefully aimed stroke would devastate his balls.
She enjoyed the soft teasing kisses on her moist, swollen pussy lips. She allowed David to kiss her for a long time. She enjoyed the feeling of arousal.
Finally she said, "Maybe I'll let you taste me today slave. The next time you ask I might say yes, but then again, I may simply whip your ass. I'll ask again. Do you want to taste my pussy, or would you rather end this whipping and lick my ass instead?"
David sobbed quietly as he gently kissed. His ass cheeks were burning. He wanted to lick his mistress' pussy but he didn't think he could take another stroke from her cruel whip. Mary smiled down evilly at her patient and said, "I need an answer in five, four, three," she raised the whip. "two."
"Your ass Mistress Hyde," David interrupted, his voice muffled by Mary's womanhood.
Mary didn't hear him. She looked down, spread her legs far apart and said, "What's that slave?"
David was still kissing Mary's thong. He knew it would be his last chance for another week. She used the leash to pull his face away from her pussy.
David fixed his eyes on the buckles of her leather corset and said, "May I please lick your ass Mistress Hyde?"
Mary smiled in triumph. She said, "Well slave, since you asked so politely, yes you may. I do enjoy it when you massage my asshole with your tongue."
David's face burned in humiliation. He had been defeated again, but a least his session was not over. He hoped that, if he did a good job licking her ass she would grant him the orgasm he desperately needed.
Mary's journey from conservative young lady, to credentialed doctor and finally to real life dominatrix began years earlier. Her life was shaped and molded by a brilliant doctor named Scarlet Stone. An expert in the workings of the human mind.
Dr. Scarlet Stone was a skilled clinical psychologist, some would say she was a genius, albeit an evil one. Contrary to what one may think, she was truly concerned with the wellbeing of her patients. She simply believed that it wasn't always necessary to conform to cultural norms to help people live a happy and fulfilling life. She knew that people could live happily in a multitude of situations. After all, who created the definition of a "normal" life?
She was occasionally self-serving in the care she provided, depending upon the patient. She was willing to bend the rules of ethics to satisfy her own deviant desires.
Early in Dr. Stone's career she took on a young female patient named Mary Beth Jekyll. At the time, Mary Beth was an undergraduate university student. She was a senior in college and she found herself living in a conflicted world between her desires and hopes for her future and the opinions of her parents.
She was strikingly beautiful and could have easily been a model but she aspired to be more. She planned to attend medical school after college.
Mary Beth had long curly black hair and striking bright blue eyes with long thick eyelashes. She had a glowing complexion and rarely wore makeup, there was no need. Besides, her parents frowned upon the use of makeup. There was no need, her face was beautiful by all accounts. She was graced with high cheekbones and a pert nose. Her teeth were naturally white and straight, framed by full pouting lips.
She was relatively tall at five foot ten inches and thin, yet muscular. Her hips were narrow but her shape was clearly feminine. Her slim hips accentuated her round muscular bottom. Finally, her breasts were large and firm. She was a perfect D cup.
Her undergraduate college was an all-girl catholic school. Her parents were strict Catholics with very rigid opinions of right and wrong and how life should be lived. They wanted to protect her from the sexual advances of men so they insisted on an all-female college.
