Dr. Francis looked at thoughtfully as he rested his pen on his pad.
"So tell me how you felt that day in the office, Dale," he said.
"We've been over this in detail. I told you everything that happened with her in our session last week." I said. I felt weary.
"You've told me what happened in some detail," Dr Francis replied. "But you've been avoiding discussing your feelings about them. I know you came to me because you are having conflicting feelings about your experiences."
Dr. Francis peered intently at me as he leaned forward in his chair. His beard was neatly trimmed into a goatee and with his glasses he looked almost like the stereotype of the psychologist. I was not sure if I had picked the best, but because he was part of the local University's program he was cheaper than a private practitioner.
"I'm just not sure what you mean. Obviously I am here because I want to get my life back into order." I said.
"Many people are into BDSM these days." Francis replied. "There is really no shame in being a submissive."
"Look" I said. "I have no problem with other people doing that sort of thing. It's just not the sort of drama I want in my life, and besides its inappropriate. She is younger, is the girlfriend of a coworker, and I did things in the workplace that are well, rather perverted." I said, looking at the floor.
"Ah yes the foot incident you talked about last time. But how did you feel at that moment?" the Dr asked.
"It was..powerful. The most intense thing I've experienced."
Just then there was a chime, and Dr Francis glanced at his phone.
"Dale, I hope you don't mind but I have a student who wants to sit it. If you allow it I won't charge you for this session."
I hesitated. "Well I don't know if I want someone else to..." I started to say, but before I could finish the shrink had bolted towards the door and opened it.
"Thank you Richard" a familiar voice said. In through the door walked Candice.
"What the .." I stammered.
She was elegantly dressed in a high collared form fitting dress, and was wearing a new pair of glasses. Her hair was made up in a tight bun, She was wearing little makeup and looked like a stern governess. I was amazed how differently she looked from her previous appearances. She was like a chameleon, adapting herself to whatever agenda was on her mind.
She sat in the chair that Dr. Francis had been sitting in. "Leave us now" she ordered, waving a hand at him. She set a large shopping bag she was holding down on the floor next to her.
"Yes Goddess " Dr Francis replied as he left the room and closed the door behind him.
"Don't look so shocked, Dale." Candice said, as she held a pen up to her lips. "I told you I was studying psychology at this University. It didn't take me long to identify him as a submissive, just as I spotted it in you the moment you started starting at me in that conference room. He figured out you were talking about me last week and was kind enough to let me know." She smiled as she pursed the pen between your lips.
"This is incredible" I sighed. "So you are stalking me now through your seedy network."
"No Dale, I am actually helping you. Helping you realize what you are. In spite of your rudeness. Josh says you've been working from home a lot, and you've been ignoring my instant messages. Do you really think I should be paying for my own nail jobs?" Candice said sweetly.
"It's nothing personal," I said.
She leaned forward and made eye contact with me, her hazel green eyes accentuated by the glasses. Her gorgeous legs hung over the edge of the chair.
"So you don't miss me?" she asked.
I felt my heart pound. "I do." I said.
"I know you do. I read the book you bought me, by the way. I'd love to discuss it with you."
"You.. are very intelligent" I stammered.
"Go on" she said.
"And beautiful." I said.
