Linda was right. I wasn't sleeping well, and was drinking more. I just couldn't release the tension. Of course it would be awkward, not to mention unethical for me to be Linda's patient, so she referred me to one of her colleagues, Doctor Nash.
"Come in Gordon. How was your week?"
I've been seeing her once a week for several months now.
"Good Heidi. Ya, been a good week. Sure."
"Really Gordon? Sit. We will talk about your answer."
Doctor Heidi Nash speaks with a bit of a Northern European accent and idioms. She told me to address her by her first name our first session right after I signed the 'Doctor Patient Contract'.
Five foot three or four tall. Pretty face. Starling blue eyes. Thick long blond hair to the nape of her neck. Pale complexion. Age? Don't know, forty five to sixtyish?
"So Gordon, you see where we're going with this?"
"Yes, I'll try the mind exercises every night before I leave work."
"Good."
The next week everything changed.
"So, Gordon. We have reached a plateau. You are feeling better, but still tense a bit at the end of the week. Yes?"
"Yes, that's about it."
"So, let me use an analogy. When you start kindergarten you are uneducated. Yes?"
"Ah, yes?"
"Then as the school year continues you learn number, how to count."
"Yes?"
"Then the next year you learn to use those numbers to add and subtract. The next year you learn to multiply and divide. And so on year after year."
"Yes, I?"
"Now Gordon, you are ready to graduate my 'kindergarten' and move up a level. Or perhaps you would think of it as moving from design to construction in your trade?"
"Uh?"
"You do trust me, don't you Gordon?"
"Yes, yes, of course Heidi."
"And now it is time to move on to the next level. Correct?"
"Yes, sure Doctor. If you think so. That I'm ready I mean."
"Good. Come." A bit stern? She stood and walked quickly trough the door. I jumped up and followed.
We were back in her reception room. Behind us her office we'd just left. Straight ahead the door to the corridor. To the right another door. There was a chair, love seat and small table with some reading material arranged in a fan on it. There was no receptionist, and never anyone else there when I came or went.
Doctor Heidi motioned me through the door to the right and followed me in.
It was a toilet/changing room with a commode, vanity, shower, bench and clothes rack with some plastic hangers. Oddly, to the left was a Dutch door with a big, sweep second hand, analog clock above.
"When you arrive for next week's session, you will strip to your underwear. Then, exactly at three you will got through that door. Do you understand, Gordon?"
"Yes Heidi. But, um?"
She was already into the reception room. She gently closed the door to her office behind herself.
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"Honey, what's the matter?" Naturally after all these years Linda can read me like a book.
"Whatta you mean?" Silly me.
"You're tense about something since you got home from therapy."
So I told her about the 'next step'.
"Probably one of those trust building exercises. Like when I have group sessions, I have members of the group take turns falling backwards and being caught by the rest of the group."
"Oh wise one, as always....Really!"
She lay back along the couch and lifted the hem of her knee length, elbow length sleeve, blue print dress. She wasn't wearing panties. A before supper invitation.
Kiss the inside of one thigh. Kiss the inside of the other thigh. Kiss up to her pussy. Nuzzle her fur patch. Kiss those beautiful lips. God I love eating my sweetie. Kiss lick. Poke tongue in. Lick.
"Mm. Good boy!"
I love her so much. I love eating her. I love how she purrs praise as I eat. How her hands gently clasp over my ears. The way her legs wrap around the small of my back. The sweet little mouse squeaks she make when she cums.
"Oh, Gord. Oh. OH!...Eee, eee. AH!"
God I love Linda.
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The second hand climbed to '12'. Three on the dot. I opened the door. Coming from the windowless changing room, I'm momentarily blinded by the sunlight streaming through the wall of glass behind the tall chair Doctor Heidi is sitting on.
"Come, on your knees and kiss my feet."
I was so stunned by the strange order and her stern voice, I surprised myself and obeyed. As my eyes adjust I see she's wearing a long sleeve maroon satin bow collar blouse and a mid calf length darker maroon wool skirt with a wide red leather belt. I kiss her red extreme spike heel open toe pumps.
"You may stand. Shoulders back, eyes straight ahead, stand at attention."
Cripes!
"Good. Your session will be short today. In this room you will address me as 'Mistress'. You will obey and only speak with My permission. On the reception room's table are two documents. One is the doctor patient agreement for this faze of therapy, the other a waiver of liability.
"I have determined the best course of treatment for you involves humiliation and pain. Unless you agree I can no longer help you. So, get dressed, read and if you want my help, sign the documents. Leave one copy of each, and take the other. If you do not want to continue with my help. Leave. If you quit my treatment, never return. If you are late, the door will be locked. If you miss a session, never return.
" I will expect you at three next week. Do you understand?"
"Yes, er, Mistress."
"Good. Leave now."
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"You signed it then? Let's see the documents."
"Yes Babe. In for a penny, right?"
As Linda scanned the documents Her left hand stroked her long straight black hair from her eyes, the gesture that always looks so sexy. The tip of her tongue brushes her lips. "I'm glad you decided to keep with it dear."
"But doesn't it seem kinda weird?"
Later in bed Linda stroked me to attention. "Oo, my man is standing at attention for me. I think he's been very good today and deserves a kiss."
Oh God, the way she fondles my balls as she kisses my helmet.
"Mm,mm,mm." I love how she makes those sounds as she swallows.
"Would you like me to continue, sweetie?"
"God, yes. Please!"
"Mm,mm, mm." Her head bobs up and down, I stroke her hair. I smooth her red satin nighty down her back and try to hold on.
"Mm."
"Oh, Lindaaaa!" I cum and cum. She milks me dry.
She gives me a cum flavored kiss. I'm still amazed I won her heart. So beautiful, so smart, so superior, but she settled for me. We cuddle to sleep.
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'Gordon, you have pleased me,' read the note on the vanity, 'strip and put on this pink cock cage. You will leave the key on the vanity for after our session.' For the last three weeks only the bottom half of the Dutch door had been unlocked. When the second hand reached '12' I opened it and crawled to doctor Mistress.
She was wearing a long black gown. It reminded me of the wife in the sixties sitcom 'The Adams Family' dresses. Ankle length, long full sleeves, high lace collar. She nodded as I crawled to her. 'Rule number three: at the start of each session you will kiss Mistress's feet.' Her extreme spike heel shoes were a weave of thin black leather laces that wound well above her thin ankles.
"Open the drapes, Gordon."
"Yes Mistress.
The floor to ceiling drapes were to the right of the tall glass windows. They innocently hid an array of torture and bondage toys In the middle of the wall was a padded 'St. Andrews' cross. To it's left a slotted display board, but instead of the usual white, it was painted bright red, It's shelves and hooks held a variety of Her toys. To the right were a few padded benches on casters, of various shapes.
