She Had to Now

Part 3 - She Had to Know - So it starts.

I had forgotten mostly about Doctor Veronica. Slut V, as I thought of her. I had moved on and just took it that she was back to her job of surgery and seeing patients when her schedule allowed. That is until I got a text message after four weeks.

"Hey there, Mark, Veronica here. I completed the checklist and survey you gave me in that packet thing. Can I have permission to share a blank one for Mallory to do? Then, I will forward it to you, along with mine. There was a lot of stuff I had never heard of and had to research, and yeah, work got in the way. It is good even for this. We got called, and we were done and basically on standby for the next hour. Surgery stuff, I do not want to bore you, sir."

First, I had to calm down my heart rate and reaction. I hate admitting it, but I will. Her reactions to the first two sessions, and how she was both physically reactive and mentally aware and analytical, was a huge turn-on. I knew I had to step back and look at this not as some lust-filled douche but as the cold, calculating, Dominate male both she and I expected from me. At the same time, I had to be careful and polite. There was no relationship here as Veronica's dominate, yet. There definitely was no relationship at all with this Mallory friend of hers. This could end up very good or very bad. I thought for a bit before I replied.

"Yes, you may make Slut M a copy Slave V. Let me know when they are ready, and I will schedule you a time to present them to me to review before I schedule another session. All forms need to be completed for you, Slave, but Slut M can just complete and sign the checklist and the acknowledgment sheet. This will be done right."

I was going to see how serious she was and how she reacted to that statement.

Less than an hour later, I got a phone call, not a text.

"Mark, V. I want to talk to you person to person, no lifestyle protocol, an interested party to a knowing party, about a few things before I go further. Can you meet at Randle's tonight at 8?"

Of course, I agreed. This will be an interesting conversation, I am sure. Her intelligence, smarter than me side is kicking in, and she is now analyzing everything.

X x X x X

When I arrived at Randles, I was 15 minutes early, by the way, Veronica was already seated. She had gotten a booth of all things towards the back, away from the majority of the other dinners. She had her drink already. She was dressed to the nines but a lot more racy than I expected. His hair was down. This is the first time I have ever seen it down. It was fucking long, as in below the shoulder blades, covering the tits from the front type of length to it. I had always thought it was short, with just enough to make a small ponytail or bun. I was now thinking extensions, or she had hidden this length well.

As I neared the table, I could see she had worn a tight, sheer black top that left little to the imagination if up close. She had nothing showing, indicating she had a bra on. As I got to the table and leaned over to give her a kiss on the cheek, she blushed when she caught me gazing down and realizing it was a dress, and it did not hide the fact there were no panties either. I was rock hard instantly. Before I said a word, she pointed over to a jacket. "It is a knee-length light jacket. I am not quite ready to be that exposed in public." She gave a very nervous laugh.

"Okay, I am here. What do you want to chat about?" As that, the young teenage male waiter came over for my order. He was nervous, more nervous than Veronica was. He struggled not to even glance at her. For her part, she did not cover up but fidgeted and blushed a lot. I ended up suggesting we both order. I ordered my salad, then grinned as this meant the waiter had to turn and look at Veronica for her order. She finally got out the words a salad also. I was chuckling in my head but managed not to show my amusement at the predicament she put herself into.

"Mark, Jesus, I am so fucking turned on, nervous, excited, and blown away just hiding in public in this dress. I have owned it forever, and this is the second time I have worn it." This was how she started off. She did not stop there. It was like her brain needed an information dump.

She continued. "I am not sure what is wrong with me. I went home after each experience here, well, there at your place. I looked in the mirror in my bathroom. The master bath has this large full-body mirror in it. I stood there and looked at my welts and marks you caused, and I saw my face with a dumb teenager grin. The type you would get when you got away with something fun. I felt pride in myself and every mark on my body. I used my fingers to trace every single mark I could reach and relived the moment with glee. All the while I did this, the voice in my head was also saying what the fuck is wrong with you, girl. There was this euphoric joy to what I saw. My self-confidence soared. I am a fucking surgeon. I save lives, yet those two sessions made me feel more self-confident than I have in my entire medical career. It even showed in my work the following day. I had this feeling of accomplishment that was so rewarding."

She stopped as the waiter showed up with the salads and the drinks. This time, she pushed her hair out of the way. She looked right at our poor waiter and whispered for him to take his time and look at everything. Please enjoy the view it makes her feel good. His pants tented pretty quickly. I had to stifle a chuckle. I looked down at the salad as I dribbled the extra salad dressing on it. The young man finally gained his composure and left.

As soon as he was out of sight, I laughed out loud. "You are really growing on me, and how you are embracing what you seem to hide from."

"See, that's just it. Before you, this dress would still be in a baggy hidden away in the back of a drawer in the closet. Let alone wearing it out of the bedroom. I never ever would have said anything remotely sexual in front of Mallory. Now, I am actually trying to convince her to come with me, experience it, and beat me into a true apology. What the fuck have you done to me. I am filled with worries, concerns, and questions. Questions on my sexuality, my sanity, and most of all, my sudden dislike of normal sex. My poor husband has no clue why I crave sex but end up bored with it at the same time. I know I love him and love him deeply. At the same time, forgive me ahead of time Sir, But I am madly in love with you and everything you have done to me. I am so fucking confused. I need your help."

She ate a few bites and took some deep breaths. I stayed quiet as I digested her almost complete run-on sentence as she breathed.

Finally, I spoke up. "That's a lot to unpack. You definitely are dealing with a lot. Part of this is your very nature. Your profession and drive to be absolutely the best, as lives are in your hands, tend to cause you to analyze things deeper than any other I have dealt with. I believe it is also the cause of it impacting you at a more primal level as you have been suppressing things for so long. Look at how you are dressed. You set the tone. There was no demand or command for you to expose yourself, yet you must have felt compelled to do this for me. My question is, why? Especially why, when you said you need to keep this under wraps as people talk."

"It is worse than you think. I almost asked our poor waiter to jerk off in my salad so I could eat his cum and my salad. That is what my blossoming thinking and sexual needs have done. Then there is stripping in front of Mallory and showing her my welts and bruising and being proud of them and bragging about it. Telling her all about the session and showing her my shaved cunt, that's what I have to call it, correct? Gawd, I am turning into a wanton slut just to get you inside me again. Beating first, then you fill me up."

I smile and let her ramble so more as I eat. She seems to need to unload more than she needs a discussion at this moment. I have nothing but time this evening. She is in the first stage of what I call self-realization of the submissive person inside. She is experiencing things she did not know she wanted or would end up craving. Unfortunately, that makes it hard for me to keep her engaged without knowing more, hence the worksheets and checklist.

"V, let's take a deep breath. Slow down with all the unloading of your thoughts. First, I love how you dressed and how you are beginning to think and behave. All wonderful signs for me as a Dom. My concern is burnout or overloading you. So, let me unpack a few salient points from your information."

We ate in silence. I started after a few minutes. "First, you are serious. You wanted the waiter to jerk off on your salad. I mean, we are isolated enough from everyone else back here and not very busy. You could have jerked him off on it. It is inspiring to hear that it has entered your mind. You could always order an after-dinner coffee and ask him if he would give you his personal creamer. "We both laughed, and then she said she is not that courageous, but she will think about it.

"I want you always to remember that no matter what, you are married, and you love your husband, no matter your feelings about me. Believe me, how you feel about me will change a lot, sometimes several times in a session. We will deal with those in the after-play cuddles. You are a world-class surgeon, according to everything I can find out, and you need always to put that first, as other lives are out there for you to save. That honestly is part of the arousal for me. Are those two points clear to you?"

"Yes, but..."

I stopped her before she could say anything else. She lowered her eyes and went quiet, whispering sorry, sir.

"Now, as for how you feel and how you love looking at yourself in the mirror. Those are wonderful signs of growth in yourself. Something you never knew you wanted, needed, or liked came to the surface. The fact you went home and admired what you did and you showed them off, how did that make you feel? One day later? A week later?"

She sighed and got that pensive, deep in thought look. She stared off into nothing for a bit, then over at the waiter, and then finally at me.

"A few months ago, I would look at you or the waiter and think about if I would ever see you in the surgical suite. Now I look at you and want to go to your dungeon and see you naked on the throne and look at him and want to please you by showing you I am brave enough to do more than wear something slutty in public. I want his cum in my coffee now, and I do not even have coffee. So how it has made me feel has been slow progress from wow, that was an experience I won't forget after the first meeting, to gawd, I need more after the second meeting, to now where the part now awaken wants it as often as you will allow. I want you to order me to your place and tie me up and demonstrate all the whips, paddles, floggers, and everything, then fuck my throat again. At the same time, running in the back of my head is, that my husband is at home, asleep by now, in front of the TV with sports on. I need to check on two patients before midnight, and I need to pee really bad. Do I ask permission or what? I have so many threads running through my head now."

I smiled and asked her if she realized the restrooms were over by the bar and severe station. She nodded her head yes. That means you have to walk there without the benefit of the jacket, I noted. She nodded yes again. Do you need to call the nurses' station and ask about the patients now and then again later? Would that ease your mind? She nodded yes again.

"Okay, I tell you what, I am going to the restroom myself. I will check out to see how exposed you might end up. You can call your Nurse on duty about the patients while I am gone. I might chat and send the waiter over if you think you truly want to try that. You need to say what you want. I still think we need a little more chatting, but this should be fun also."

She was blushing, so I knew she was thinking of the waiter. She took out her phone to call and then uttered oh fuck I forgot. I have like five messages from Mal. I forgot to do my safety check-in. She was dialing immediately.

I walk towards the bathroom hallway. The place was less busy than I thought. Mostly made up of 20 and 30 somethings. None would be bothered by her apparel. I got to the hallway, and our waiter was alone.

"Hi, I am Mark. I noticed you found my date alluring and dressed to show. Did you like it? It is okay. Be honest, I want to know. "

"Hi Mark, Todd, like I said. Gawd yes. That is awesome, and she is so beautiful. I had a hard time not looking. I don't want to get yelled at and lose my job, you know."

"Could you linger at the table for five to ten minutes?"

"Yes sir, tonight, no problem."

I looked around. I told him to take a coffee over to her and me. Place it on the table. After setting the coffee down, offer her cream or sugar, or if she doesn't want to wait, you brought your own cream for her. If you are lucky, she will unzip you and jerk you off in her coffee. Are you game? I guess I will know when I am done here. I nodded towards the men's room. I glanced over, and he did, too. He quietly asked if I was serious and if I was really good with this. "She wore the dress because she is in a slutty mode. Let's give her a chance, huh." I patted him on the back. As she hung up from Mal and started dialing again, I presume the hospital.

When I came out of the bathroom about ten minutes later, I looked over to the table and saw our waiter standing dead still and Veronica staring at his crotch. It was apparent what was going on to me. From here, though, it appeared he was just talking to a customer. I stood silently waiting. I was not disappointed. I could see him flex and then get control. I saw a huge smile appear on her face. Then she leaned in. I am assuming she licked some dribbles off and was putting it away. I stepped back into the shadows of the hallway and watched. As he slowly turned and walked back. I acted like I was just coming out as he got to the station. He looked at me with bliss in his eyes. "She is amazing. You know I never saw a bald beaver before. Amazing, just fucking amazing, sir." Thank you was his whispered statement to me.

When I got back to the table, she was on the phone with the hospital. She points towards her cup. Floating in the coffee was a massive load of cum. She took a sip and then licked her lips.

I told her I needed to apologize as I violated the parameters of this meeting. So, I want to get back on track as you enjoy your coffee.

"First, tell me what you really are seeking and why you wanted this meeting."

That's it, Mark. I have no clue what I am seeking; I just know it is there with you and the fucking dungeon of yours. I think about it a lot more than should be legal. I want clarity, I want help, I need guidance and insight, something that tells me this is good for me, you want me as much as I want you. I WANT TO KNOW I AM NOT A FOOL AND BEING FOOLISH." She raised her voice as she was in tears at this point. All her frustration and insecurities she was fighting, I am assuming her whole life, about her as a sexual person, as a woman, as someone desirable. This is what I really wanted her to say finally.

"There you go. The truth shall set you free. However, that is a lot to discuss with her. So let me start as we finish our coffee and payout." She motioned to our waiter, handed him her card, and told him to ring us out. She then remembered she had to pee. LOL. I told her she ought to pull that poor kid into the hallway when she was done and at least give him a thank-you kiss. She looked at me and asked if I really thought she should. I shrugged to her, but it was up to her.

We left shortly after. I have no clue what she did. I spent time checking messages and emails from my businesses. I have two things to take care of once I get home. As we are leaving, I ask her if she can reach Mallory at that point. It was just short of ten. She said yes, she was still on shift. I said to get ahold of her and find out the next day she is available and willing to join me at my place.

As we got to the cars, she got the return text, and Mal said she started her four-day break tomorrow morning, so late afternoon was the earliest. We kissed goodbye. I told her to get Mal to agree to get texts from me and that I would set everything up. I also told V to send me her schedule.

X x X x X

Before I could text Mal the next day as planned, I got a late-night text from her. It was straightforward and to the point; I am on the way over to talk. This might be getting out of hand.

She rang the doorbell and looked right where the camera was, and said bluntly, "I ain't playing you fucked up games. You either want to talk or you don't. You either want these papers, or you don't."

I told her over the speaker to come in straight back to the kitchen. I am making myself something to snack on. She walked into the kitchen, still in her scrubs. However, she was pulling the scrub top off, so she was in the long-sleeved t-shirt under it. No bra or a very thin one, as her nipples were rock-hard pokies showing through the T-shirt.

"What the fuck, man, why is your house so warm? I mean, do you walk around in nothing or something?"

All I could do was laugh. I told her I had it hot tonight because I had just had a session, and a naked house cleaner left after being over for three hours. I looked at her and asked her if she realized it was almost one in the morning. She looked at her watch and then at me. "So you have a naked slave girl here at this hour cleaning. So it is just not the doc you are after you prey on other women?" Her voice was pure venom and sarcasm rolled into one.

"Okay, Mallory, what are your issues, and what at this hour do you want to have a meeting, alone? Are you not afraid I will seduce you or something worse." She laughed and said I was not her type.

"Let me try to answer as many things as I can before you get started or go off on me." Veronica knows there are at least four others. I told her the first night once she came into my home. I explained that I had told Veronica that I still had ladies who call when they need a session and two of them who still desire regular weekly sessions. Three of the four regulars are married. Only one of those married ladies' husbands knew. That I also have three dungeon parties a month. Different themes and different groups. Some months twice. When a party has been thrown, the lady that was here tonight volunteers to be a naked house-cleaning slave. There is no physical sex involved. It is an entirely different level of Dominance. I concluded that there are also three like Veronica who only show up or call when they can not fight their urges anymore.

I handed her a plate with a sandwich, chips, and a pickle. I also gave her a glass of sweet tea. I invited her to follow me to the living room to chat. I noticed her scent had changed when I got closer to her the second time. It is more musky instead of hospital-like. Her nipples also seemed to be harder.

"Okay, here's the deal. Wait, fuck, this is a fantastic sandwich, what the hell. Guys are not supposed to make sandwiches like this. Anyway. You have fucked up, my friend. If she is not in surgery or seeing patients, her mind keeps wandering back to this place. Not necessarily you, but here. She talks about her experiences and how it felt mentally freeing just to give self over to control of another, how the pain felt like freedom of the soul and on and on and on. I am sick of hearing it, to be honest. You are wrecking a world-class doctor and surgeon. She fucking said she does not even care if she ever fucks her husband again as long as you do her as a reward. Then when she told me she was serious that I got to punish her for being such a bitch one night, well, I will be honest, it will be for that one night and all this bullshit since. Do you not understand if she slips away, there are patients who could die because she is not on her game as a surgeon? Do you get that? What the fuck type of pickle is this? It is frikkin delious."