Authors note: To anyone who has read my privious works, please be aware that an edited version of my vignette, 'The Owning of Lee Adams Chapter 2' has been incorporated into this longer story. 80 percent of the material here is brand new and well worth the read.
While there is plenty of sex and sexual activity throughout, this story is meant to be a "slow burn," building to a climax, or two, or three ; )
I've been working on this for a long time and have enjoyed the process of crafting a longer story. I hope you find it worthwhile. Thank you for reading.
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Thursday May 5th: Doctor and Patient
Doctor Harris looked up as her new patient entered her office. He was a man around fifty, tall with broad shoulders. Fit, but not buff. He moved with easy confidence as he walked into her office. He smiled warmly, extending his hand. His hazel eyes moved nonchalantly over her body as he appraised her also. "John Broderick-- Johnny," he said, taking her proffered hand. His grip was firm but not crushing, his hand callused. A working man.
"I'm doctor Harris," she replied, keeping it formal. After 10 years of doing therapy, she knew It was important to maintain some professional distance from patients. Doctor/patient. That's it.
"Coffee... water?" She offered, gesturing towards a coffee pot and a collection of bottled waters on a small table.
"No thanks, I'm good."
Nicole motioned him to sit on a couch as she sat on an identical one across from him. "Tell me about yourself, Johnny," she said.
Johnny eyed the woman across from him. Fortyish, tall, fit, and slender with long dark hair. Her eyes were large and brown. She was dressed professionally-- almost Hilary Clinton-esque, he thought, but much prettier. Her sterile attire couldn't fully conceal the voluptuous curves of the woman hidden underneath.
So this is the person I'm gonna spill my guts to.
He mused.
Probably should've picked a man.
He dispensed with the preliminaries: general contractor, divorced ten years, a steady girlfriend for a couple, two grown kids, mother deceased, dad still around.....
As he spoke she scribbled a few notes on a legal pad, asking questions now and then.
"What brings you here today Johnny?"
Suddenly the strong, confident man who'd entered her office, seemed to shrivel slightly.
"Well, it's kinda hard to talk about."
"That's why we're here, to talk about difficult things," she replied with a professional sounding cliche.
Johnny shifted uncomfortably on the couch. She scribbled notes, making him more uncomfortable. "Well, you see-- things aren't always going, umm, good in the bedroom." He felt suddenly warm.
"Yes. Go on."
"Everything was great-- I thought, till my girlfriend, Marisa, said she wanted me to be, umm, more dominant."
"Dominant. How?"
He shifted around in his seat. "You know-- tie her up-- and other stuff..."
"Stuff you're uncomfortable with?"
"Yea.... maybe. Not sure. I can fantasize about it plenty, but when it comes to doing it, things don't go so well with the man down there." His eyes glanced down to his crotch.
She scribbled some notes. "What kind of things does she want you to do?"
"Jesus Christ! I can't tell you all that!"
She wasn't ready to push him yet. "Tell me about your relationship with your girlfriend. Are you a monogamous couple?"
Johnny squirmed uncomfortably. "Not exactly. We both sometimes see other people-- but we're honest about it. Open... I guess. We even had a threesome once. Me, her, and another woman... in case you're wondering." Johnny smiled wryly, "guess you might say we've been experimenting. That's how this issue came up."
Nicole scribbled some notes. "Who would you say is more dominant in your relationship, you or Marisa?"
"I guess she is-- most of the time. I defer to her on a lot of things."
"You mentioned you fantasize. Can you tell me about that?"
He folded his arms across his chest. "I don't know-- right now?" He looked up at the clock hoping it was time to go.
"If you're comfortable. It might help clarify things."
"I-- I write them down sometimes-- I write stories, I mean. I'm writing one now. It's not done yet but I guess you could read it."
"That's fine. Can you email it to me so I have it before next week's session?"
"It's kinda-- "
"Graphic?" She smiled, filling in the blank as he seemed at a loss for words.
"Kinky too," he added, "I hope it won't offend you."
"Not much offends me at this point. I've been a sex therapist for a long time." She handed him her card with her email on it and he promised he'd send his writing in a day or two.
Their session was over.
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Doctor Harris: Nicole begins her therapy.
Monday afternoon, Johnny's email arrived. She didn't get around to opening it until after she got home and had her first glass of wine. She'd gotten into the habit of working evenings since her marriage had ended a year earlier. No kids to keep her busy-- David hadn't wanted any, and she wasn't ready to take on the burden of another man in her life yet. So she worked.
"Hope you like it," was in the message line and a pdf was attached.
Opening the file she read the title: 'Owning Lacy'.
This ought to be riveting
, she thought sarcastically. She'd had other patients write out their fantasies for her. The results were usually dull and amateurish. She had minimal expectations this time as well. She took a sip of wine and began reading.
Kent was getting impatient. Lacy had been on the phone with her sister for an hour and he needed her.
Badly.
Finally, he went to their bedroom, grabbed her blindfold, and brought it into the kitchen where she was in deep conversation on her phone. He dangled it in front of her suggestively. Her eyes lit up.
"Sorry sis, gonna have to let you go-- Kent needs me for something," she told her sister hastily.
As she ended the call Kent handed her the blindfold. "I'm gonna take a shower. Be naked on the bed when I get out."
As directed, Lacy lay on top of their big bed blindfolded and naked, the dancing light of candles sensually caressing her womanly curves. Her breasts rose and fell rhythmically as excitement and anticipation quickened her breath.
Kent grabbed his riding crop and silently moved to the side of the bed. Without a word, he slid the supple leather of the crop up her thigh and across her smooth belly. He gently swatted her luscious, full breasts, giving her a foretaste of what was to come. She squirmed and gave a quick intake of breath. He brushed the leather across her face and pinched one nipple hard, causing a quiver of anticipation to ripple through her.
Continuing his examination of her body, he slid his crop slowly down the length of her nakedness. Coming to her crotch he stopped.
What's this? He thought.
He swatted her inner thigh with the crop. "Spread your legs," he ordered, finally speaking.
Obediently she complied.
"Wider," he ordered.
She spread them wide, exposing herself to him.
He ran his fingers over her pubic mound and felt the telltale roughness of hair stubble. "Why isn't this pussy shaved?" He demanded. "You know I like my pussy naked."
"I forgot-- it's only been a few da--."
"You forgot?" He demanded, cutting her off.
