About me:
I'm a man who wears many different hats: psychiatrist, college professor, real estate investor, semi-professional cyclist, hobby chef, dungeon master. (oops, what was that last one?;) )
During my few years teaching at a local college, I was in an on-and-off, no-strings-attached, sexual relationship with a student of mine named Christine. Christine and I never formally dated because I had a stable girlfriend at the time, but we had many intimate encounters, usually with a BDSM twist. Our relationship was strictly discrete!
During my few years teaching at a local college, I was in an on-and-off, no-strings-attached, sexual relationship with a student of mine named Christine. Christine and I never formally dated because I had a stable girlfriend at the time, but we had many intimate encounters, usually with a BDSM twist. Our relationship was strictly discrete!
I first met Christine when she was in her sophomore year of college, attending my psychology classes. Christine was a smart, overachieving girl. She was extremely hardworking, taking 7 classes per semester (while average students usually took 5) and working part time on the side. Christine's family is from SEA and she was one of eight children, so she was really working towards helping her siblings and family. She later told me she felt she was always under a lot of stress being the older sister and having to care for others.
We became friends not long after and talked a lot. What attracted me to Christine was her unique looks. She didn't look like a supermodel or one of those generic cheerleaders you see all the time on a college campus. Christine was on the shorter side, maybe 5'3", petite, olive skin, had long dark hair, and large brown eyes. She didn't wear much make up most days, normal clothing, very down to earth. She was quiet most of the time, but enjoyed long, deep conversations that were mentally stimulating. When we were together, we talked a lot about life, philosophy, and history. Christine loved listening to things she didn't understand, she asked a lot of questions and always wanting to learn.
Christine was naturally attracted to educated, mature, older men - I was just her type. She was 20 and I was 53 when we first met. Digging deeper, it seemed Christine lacked both emotional and physical intimacy at a time when she needed them the most. She did not have a boyfriend, had trouble connecting with her peers, and did not have many friends. She seemed to look up to older men, and especially men that were accomplished or smarter than she was. She often listed older artists and entrepreneurs as her "heroes" or people she looked up to.
Although Christine seemed conservative at first glance, she was in fact very sexual. Her natural interest in kink, BDSM, and D/s drew us closer. Christine enjoyed the idea of being submissive and losing control at the rare times in her busy life.
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Our Ordinary Encounters:
Since the start of the year, I knew Christine was having a very difficult semester because she had called me many times to complain about her school workload and part time job. Christine told me she was either working or studying from 7am to midnight on weekdays, getting less than six hours of sleep each night. Even worse, Christine's grades this semester were not where she wanted them to be, further giving her stress.
Taking my suggestion, Christine agreed to come to my clinic to talk in person. It was tough to schedule a time because of Christine's busy schedule but we ended up finding a slot on a Friday afternoon.
As usual and just like all our previous encounters, I had Christine lie down on the cushy, leather, chaise longue. I would then close turn down the ambiance lighting in the room so it was a bit darker, making things more intimate. Finally, I gave Christine a blindfold to wear. Some clients, including Christine, loved wearing a blindfold as they spoke because it helped them focus on communicating their thoughts. In reality, our sessions was really just Christine talking about the difficulties she was facing and taking comfort in confining everything in someone she trusted deeply.
As Christine spoke, I removed her sneakers and socks. I loved the feeling of Christine's warm, soft feet in the palm of my hands as we talked over the problems she was facing. I was instantly aroused as I rubbed my thumbs up and down Christine's soles. Christine's feet were really warm, likely because she ran to my clinic in a hurry. I took a sniff of Christine's toes, they had a light, sweet fragrance to them.
I then cut off Christine as she rambled on: