Summer laid on her bed. She was only three days past her high school graduation but already feeling the boredom from summer creep in. It was a rainy day, and none of her friends were around to hang out. Her parents were gone, and no one else was in the house. As she laid in bed, her skirt gently slid down her legs. Suddenly the mood struck her.
As one hand cupped her breast, the other hand slid down between her legs. She parted her legs and raised up her skirt, but she stopped. "I might as well make some money for this," she thought to herself.
Since Summer had turned 18 several months back, she began camming online for extra cash. Summer was starting college in the fall and wanted extra cash so she could have a fun, college experience. She flipped open her computer and logged in.
Summer had attracted a small following in her few months camming. Summer had long, trim legs. Her black hair was long to her lower back, her delicate face framed her green eyes. Summer had a slim, athletic frame, with breasts that weren't too large but had ample bounce.
"Ding," her computer chimed. Already several had logged in to watch her, and the tips started coming in. Summer slowly took off her top and slid the straps of her bra down her shoulders. She rolled over to her knees and let the camera get a view of her lacy thong as she pulled her skirt up over her ass. She reached her hand between her legs, and looking back at the camera slid her panties to the side and began playing with her clit.
Summer had an extremely sensitive clit, which probably explained why she was constantly horny. She was always thinking about sex, constantly. Even after cumming she was usually wanting more but did not often have the time to properly get herself off several times. This would be one such occasion; her parents would be due back soon, and she still needed to shower from her morning run.
Summer didn't last long. She came face down in her pillow, almost screaming from the pleasure. There was nothing she loved more than that moment the endorphins rushed over her body, and it didn't hurt that she made a quick $50 for her college fund.
Totally spent from her orgasm, she set her computer aside and headed to the shower to clean off for the rest of the day. As the water began pouring, she missed the sound of her parents coming home. "Summer," her father called, "We're home!"
No response.
Summer thought about her plans for the summer. She planned to lay out and bathe in the sun, maybe meet some new boys, and pack for college. She turned off the water and stepped out to grab a towel. She walked to her mirror and put her long hair up in a towel. She could hear the dings from her chat still open. As she walked out of the bathroom to log out her computer, her heart sank.
There her dad sat, the computer in his lap.
--Chapter 2---
Summer looked out the window as the trees passed. As the miles went by, she found herself further and further from the fun summer she had planned with her friends. Her dad was driving her to a rehab program he and his wife had heard about. Other girls at Summer's school had eating disorders, drug issues, and other problems, which had all been successfully cured at the facility. "Do we have to do this dad?" Summer asked?
"Yes, Summer. After what I walked in on, that was the last straw. And you had better believe any money you made on that site is paying for this rehab. I can't trust you to make good decisions on your own in college, which means either rehab, or I'm not paying for school."
The facility was run by Dr. John Lockey. However, the place was exclusive and hard to get into. Dr. Lockey admitted girls on a case by case basis, and after a video chat with Summer and her parents, he could tell Summer was a "unique" case that required his expertise. At least that's how he spun it to them. Only the most attractive girls were admitted. Summer was a shoe-in.
But what really fascinated the doctor was a newly of-age, nymphomaniac with a ten body and a perfect, beautiful face.
As Summer and her father arrived, they were greeted at the front by a stern-looking woman. The facility was a late 1800's mansion converted into a rehab facility; it looked more like a resort. The stern woman introduced herself. "My name is Miss Naomi; I am the headmistress here in charge of behavior correction and personal growth. It is a pleasure to meet you Summer."
In her office, the three discussed the treatment Summer would receive. Her treatment would revolve around several rules. The first rule being that what happens in the facility stays in the facility. "Dr. Lockey's treatments are his own design, and we cannot have his methods getting out to the public. But more importantly, if you want to trust Summer to go out into the world and make good decisions, you have to trust her to work on herself in here and make progress on her own. I am going to ask you to step out, while Summer and I continue the remaining rules."
Her father complied and gave his daughter a kiss on the head. "I'll be right outside until you are done."
Naomi went over the remaining rules.
"If you want to have successful treatment, you must do what we say, to the letter. There can be no deviation from this. Do you agree?"
Summer nodded.
"No, I need you to tell me you agree."
"I agree," Summer said.
"Thirdly, you may not bring any possessions into the premises. You will be placed in a uniform like the others. Our goal is to eliminate distractions, so when your father leaves you will be asked to remove all of your clothing and piercings and be given a uniform to wear."
"Ok, that makes sense," Summer said.
"The last rule is that once treatment begins, it may not end until we feel you are sufficiently cured. Ending treatment can be damaging to the psyche, and it is important that you agree here and now, treatment will not stop, no matter how difficult it gets."
Summer gulped. She didn't realize it would be so challenging. "I agree," she said, nervously.
As her dad walked to his car, he turned and waved to her. Summer waved back and was gently ushered back into the building to begin her summer program.
