What am I doing here? Do I really need therapy? I'm sitting on a nice brown cushion couch, looking at those two brown doors, leading to the therapist's office. While waiting for those doors to open, I look at a small table in front of me. Several of the magazines looked a few years old. Most of them were on celebrities and health. I felt like I was in a scene of an HBO show "The Sopranos". I'm wearing a grey collared shirt, dark slacks, dark casual dress shoes and small cologne. I thought making a good impression on my first therapy session would help my mood.
Twenty minutes later, doors opened. I stand up, hoping this would go well. A woman steps out, looking late 30s, brown hair tied, silver dress pants, dark blouse with silver blazer, half-rimmed glasses and dark pumps.
"Come on in." She speaks.
I step inside her office as she closes the doors. It wasn't nothing fancy. There was her desk with a mobile phone, couch and a chair across from each other. I sit on the couch as she sits across from me, making sure her glasses are on straight. Crossing her legs, she looks up to me, looking serious like it was a job interview.
"So, you're here for depression and anxiety sir?" I look at her innocent, hazel eyes.
"Yes doctor, I just don't know how therapy is going to help, and call me Matt."
"Ok Matt." She speaks. "Call me Patricia or Doctor."
Patricia leans back, arms crossed.
"So, what's been going on with you Matt?"
I lean back, trying to get comfortable.
"Things have been hard on me Patricia. I get easily stressed when it comes to work, loneliness and boredom. It's hard to relax when I have these episodes. I've tried masturbating, meditating, reading self-help books, none of it works."
Patricia leans forward, resting her chin on her folded hands.
"Really? Have you ever tried bondage Matt?"
I look up to her in shock.
"What do you mean? I haven't done that in years. I was a young guy. It was with a professional dominatrix, but she moved away. I had to move on."
Patricia smiles as if it was an achievement.
"You should try a new dominatrix. I think I can help you." She stands up and heads to her desk, opening a drawer. She pulls out a small calling card, writing something down.
Patricia walks back, handing Matt the card.
"Be at this address at this date. I'll make the arrangements. You'll like her."
I smiled and shook her hand.
"Thanks Patricia, I won't forget this."
I gave her some money for the session and left the office. Three days later in the evening, I arrive at this apartment complex. It looked working class/middle class. But, not bad. I approach at the front door, pressing the buzzer. Instantly, I hear the door unlock and I step inside. I approach an elevator, pressing the "up" button. Doors instantly open and I step inside. I press the "p" button, which stood for penthouse.
"Geez, this person sounds like a hard worker and good earner." I say to myself. As the doors close, the elevator moves.
I lean against the wall as the elevator is in motion. Then, it comes to a halt, opening the doors. I step out, noticing that there's no hallways, just a clean brown door. Heading to the door, I knock. I hear footsteps, walking towards the door. Then the door unlocks, and the footsteps fade away. I open the door and step inside. After closing and locking the door, I face the hallway. The walls were painted dark green, and the floor was tan. I head down the hallway, leading to the living room. The windows are covered with dark curtains, two couches across from each other, marble table, nice fireplace, 34-inch flat screen TV, and a leather chair.
I hear a door open, and I turn. Didn't see anyone come out, so I walked towards to the room. As I enter, I see a full-size bed, dark painted walls with masks, handcuffs, dildos, chastity belts, and other adult toys. There was a closet that had certain outfits and massive pairs of shoes. I stand in shock like I walked into a pit. The door behind me closes loudly and I turn. Then, I stand extremely shocked. Patricia was standing in front of the door, looking different. Her hair was untied, no glasses on, dark nylon stockings, dark G-string, dark stiletto heels and her bare DD breasts, nipples hard.
"Not a word Matt. Take of your clothes, now." She speaks.
Immediately, I remove my shoes, white socks, jeans and a dark V-neck shirt. I place the clothes on the side and looking at Patricia's eyes, they were about to burn my eyes.
"Ok, what's next?" I ask. Patricia slaps me in the face.
"That's Mistress to you. I said take off your clothes, not strip to your boxers Matt!"
