"Ok so what was wrong with Lisa?" You know when I went to psychiatrist I was expecting to lie on a comfortable couch and drift off occasionally ,but here I was sitting in what used to be a conference room in front of a coffee table sitting in a stiff back wing chair. I wanted part of my money back.
"Uh she was too young." Which she was. I mean we had absolutely nothing in common ,but sex. Even that didn't hold out for very long. She had wanted me to go with her to some music festival. I had just shook my head and decided that was the last straw.
"Are you sure that was it? Do you think maybe you setup that relationship to fail?" I watched Dr. Farthing tap the pad she was writing on again and again. She was waiting for me to answer. What the hell do I say?
"Maybe I did? I just want Denise back." I eased back down into the chair as Dr. Farthing eyed me. She had the look on her face like she wasn't believing a word I said.
"Michael do you want her back because you can't have her or because she meant something to you?" Damn I hate these types of questions. No matter how you answer, its going to be bad.
"I already told you that I think loved Denise." I shook my head and let out a exasperated sigh as she scribbled away on the pad. She grabbed another pad from her bag and scanned a few pages of it.
"Yeah and did you notice just now that you qualified how you said that. Its exactly how you talked about Mary when you two first came here for counseling. Michael ... I don't think that you have ever had a relationship that you are really happy with. From what you and Mary told me both of you were virgins when you got married. Both of you just sort of fell into the marriage." Damn it all to hell I don't need this. Especially from her.
"Yes we both were virgins and yes I don't think we were really ever supposed to get married. Your right I never had the typical fairy tale love affair that everyone dreams of ,but what can I say. I worked too damn hard and took everyone in my life for granted. I never wanted kids because I knew that would mean less attention for me from Mary ,but what can I do about it now? I sure as hell don't want Mary back." Dr. Farthing had been scribbling on her paper the entire time of my tirade.
"Well did working make you happy?" She scribbled again on the pad and looked to me waiting for my reply. I moved back into the seat to try and relax a bit. The seat was still too uncomfortable.
"Yeah it did because people respected me and listened to me." They did after all or so I thought anyway. I still hadn't got any responses to my inquiry about consulting.
"So what about the work itself did you enjoy that?" What kind of a stupid question is that? I just said what I did.
"The decision making and the responsibility that is what I just said." Her voice didn't change a bit.
"No the work itself you told me you did a lot of data analysis, statistical work, and database work isn't that why you went in your career? But you were just telling me you didn't enjoy that part of your job.... Michael is there anything that makes you happy?" .................
I felt her hands on the insides of my boxers shorts as she massaged my cock. Her hand drifted up to my waist and caressed my stomach. Her lips pressed themselves into my stomach and began kissing. Her hand felt its way up and down my crotch as I finally managed to open my eyes.
"Please Master may I wake you up properly." I looked at Denise's smiling face as her head hovered close to my face. I reached out and stroked her face lightly as I nodded. Her eyes lit up with happiness as she reached out and stroked my crotch. Her hands moved to the top of my crotch and tugged at my boxers. I let her pull them down and felt her lips kiss every visible inch of skin as it appeared. I reached for the leash that was attached to her collar and wrapped it around my hand. She tensed up for a few seconds and then relaxed as soon as she looked back up at me. I felt her hands along the insides of my thighs. I could feel my cock harden as she licked the tip of it and blew across it. A small giggle escaped her lips as she reached out with her hands and began to stroke it.
"May I suck your cock Master?" Her legs were interwoven with mine as she laid there. I just smiled and nodded. She made a small smirk and began to kiss and lick the shaft of my cock. Her tongue darting out along the entire shaft. Sliding along as her hand teased the tip. I shuddered and closed my eyes as her mouth engulfed my cock. She pistoned her head up and down rapidly. I let out a brief groan as she stopped and licked the insides of my thighs and bit lightly. I could hear her breath quicken as she began to suck again.
"And another thing you better not be playing with yourself." I heard a tired sigh as she stopped sucking half way down and pulled her head up.
"Please Master it won't distract me I promise and I promise I won't cum. Please Master?" I smiled and nodded my approval. She eagerly went back to sucking as her moans turned into just vibration on my cock. I could hear her breathing increase as she tried to breath through her nose. It sounded like she was already close. I reached down and flicked each one of the shiny gold rings on each of her breasts and smiled. She stopped sucking for a few seconds and then eagerly was bobbing her head on top of my cock. Denise took her mouth of my cock for a second as she began to stroke it.
