Midas knelt happily as Broussard relaxed on the couch, her fabulous gams straining the expensive hosiery he'd bought her from Niemen-Marcus.
The therapist, also a bit of a dish leaned forward encouragingly. Dr. Dunnigan had helped them so much!
It was rare to find a shrink who knew the ins and outs of the sadomasochistic psyche, and Kirraleigh Dunnigan, PhD. was a rare gem.
"It's goin' real good." Broussard said, smiling at the doc. "I didn't really understand much when we first started up, but six months of the meetings with you, and I think I got a handle on all this."
She giggled. "I think when I use the strap-on with him, y'know, it helps me lose weight, it's aerobic, sort of."
Broussard was a recent émigré to Buttermilk Falls, coming here just to become Mrs. Midas McGillicuddy.
She and Midas had met on an online dating site, and he'd been fascinated by her bored, big hair look, much like the wife on "Married with Children." a hit from the 1980s.
The big hair look seemed to drive him wild, while Broussard had been taken by his portfolio, of the financial kind.
"And Midas got me a nice Chevy Corvette and got Skee-Ball a Subaru Forester, so he can drive to the track, 'cos Skee-ball wrecked Midas's Jeep. Yes, my new hubby has been real sweet."
"Your new slave." Dr. Kirra corrected Broussard gently
It had taken some time for Midas to convince Broussard that she didn't have to be so nice to him in return for his generosity, and that he didn't need to be a recipient of her world-famous blowjob capabilities.
In fact, she didn't need to be nice to Midas at all.
"It's real funny when I get Midas all gussied up in the Little Bo Peep outfit and then use the cattle prod...I filmed it and sent it to my Mom back in Canarsie.
"More I kick him around, an' he gets me more furs and jewelry and clothes. I am lovin' it so far."
"I really enjoyed you comin' over, Kirra to help me with the stocks and teaching me about the St. Andrew's Cross and all."
The doctor winked and bestowed a generous smile on the kneeling submissive husband as well.
Broussard had initially been slow to dominate. Having been mistreated by men all her life, her self-esteem was fairly low.
She had half-heartedly spanked Midas when he'd asked her to, but then he'd brought her to Dr. Dunnigan and now Broussard had developed quite a swinging arm.
She felt far better about herself, and was taking pottery classes and subscribing to magazines, and Midas had also paid for Broussard to send for her no-good boyfriend, Skee-Ball from Queens all the way to this nice little Midwestern hamlet.
"And Midas and Skee-Ball get along real good though it was odd to us that Midas wanted to sleep in a cage by our bed."
Broussard reflected a moment while adjusting her lip gloss. "Yeah, that freaked Skee out a little, but he's real strict Catholic."
Broussard ruffled Midas's hair affectionately, slightly displacing his toupee. How happy Midas was down on the floor. He'd stripped naked when the appointment had started.
Dr. Kirraleigh Dunnigan had explained to the happy couple by their third session that Midas needed to get into the mentality of being the humiliated submissive.
This way he'd shut up more and not subject the women to mansplaining and bravado.
(The toenail polish and the butt-plug he had shoved up the wazoo also helped with this.)
It all seemed to have worked!
"He had this fantasy of servin' us food in bed, but Midas can't cook worth shit, and I don't really want to?" Broussard continued.
"But he hired this great chef who gives him stuff to bring up, all kindsa Chinese food, Eye-Talian, French shit like Salade Nicoise an' crepes, don't you know."
Dr. Kirra Dunnigan smiled. "Yes, the fantasy is usually easier than the reality. Men rarely can clean or do much very well. If a man is a gourmet chef, he probably isn't submissive. Good thing you worked that one out."
"Sometimes I pretend something Midas brings me is over-cooked or somethin, and I swat him with the tray, or throw hot coffee at his crotch, or get a cane and hop outta bed and beat the shit out of him."
Both women snickered as they saw Midas's penis become quite erect.
"Skee-Ball thinks this is a hoot. Good thing you showed me how to use the canes and whips, or I might have killed the poor bastard by now. But he seems to be doin' fine."
"I love you so much, Mistress Brosi" murmured Midas happily.
"Remember, to keep him fascinated with you, limit his orgasms to less than one a month" the doctor advised.
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"Your next appointment is in the back office." the receptionist said to Kirra without smiling.
"Yes ma'am." Kirra said simply, ducking her head and heading down the hall.
"So you're Mister Stottlemeyer?" the dark haired therapist asked.
Stott scoped her out. All that raven hair, and what a shape! Not like any social worker he'd ever met. And it was covered by Blue Cross!
"Yeah, I go by Stott." Stott said. "You're a professional submissive too?"
This was much too good to be true.
"Yes sir. I'm Kirra Dunnigan."
