Therapy Wors Miracles

Carla and Joey both looked up from the piece of paper they had handed each other with equal looks of bewilderment. They both honestly couldn't believe what they were reading. On the paper was written a secret sex act that they wanted to try but never had the courage to say out loud to each other.

Carla and Joey had been married for two years. They were only 21 at the time and both of them were virgins when they married. They had chosen to wait on their faithful day to have sex, which now, after 2 years had led to some road blocks in their intimacy. For 2 years, they were still only doing it missionary and hadn't really explored sex past that. The families had both been extremely religious and most of their friends were as well. After 2 years, they both started to feel like something was missing.

They decided to see a therapist. They made a contentious decision. Their church had many services for its patrons that included therapy but they didn't want to be told they were wrong and to be happy with what they have. Instead, they chose a therapist that specialized in improving sexual behavior.

The first meeting at the doctors was to say the least, awkward. They really weren't good at opening up especially not about sex. The doctor was persistent though and had worked with inhibited couples before. She knew the problem almost immediately when they said what church they attended. She coached them along and found that they were essentially madly in love but had no lust. Lust is needed in a relationship for passionate sex. Carla and Joey were best friends and had been since the 4th grade. There weren't two people that belonged together more than these two but lust had always been forbidden due to their religious beliefs.

Even after two years of being married, there wasn't much lust. They were essentially awesome friends who had sex once a week missionary style. Joey never saw Carla as a seductive little minx who wanted nothing more than to mount him like a race horse and Carla in turn never saw her husband's body as an instrument of her pleasure. They loved each other minds, personality, and souls but not their bodies. Of course they were both attractive enough, but to them their relationship was more than the physical.

These were all good things but sometime people needed to unload literally on one another. A no holes barred cum session when you are married is perfectly fine and with some difficulty the therapist helped them to realize this. She started with individual sessions with each of them and showed them porn both video and pictorial. To say the least, this therapy was very unconventional since porn doesn't really depict what real sex looks like but the therapists hoped it would give the both of them some ideas. It wasn't easy but it helped them see what they were missing. Eventually, she suggested the therapy they were doing now which was writing down a fantasy that both wanted to try and giving it to their partner.

Both of their faces turned beet red looking at what the other wanted. Carla wasn't sure she would be ok with what Joey wanted and Joey read her request with a little disbelief. They looked at each other and smiled shyly.

Carla said, "Wow, honey!!! I had no idea you wanted something like this."

Joey looked up sheepishly. He was shy but he knew he wanted to try this.

Joey replied, "Well I'm a little surprised by your request as well. Is this what you really want?"

Carla simply nodded and said "It's something I have been thinking about for some time and I think it something I really want to try. If its ok with you, that is?"

Joey looked at Carla his wife of two years and friend since he was nine and for the first time he didn't know what to say to her. He wanted to fulfill her request but he wasn't sure he was going to be able to do this.

Instead, Joey gave a weak "I'll try."

It was Wednesday night when they exchanged the request. Carla was a paralegal at a medium size law firm and all day Thursday she thought of what they exchanged. It was like an unrelenting pest that she couldn't get rid of. So because the day was slow and she couldn't stop thinking about it, she started doing some research. She spent the entire evening on her phone doing research and made a decision that she was going to do it and left early to buy the things she needed.

She hid what she bought in the house and waited for Joey to get home. He was always on time. Honestly, you can probably set your watch to Joey. He left ever morning at 8:30 am and was home by 6 pm. He was the manager at a chick-fil-a his family owned. His younger brother managed the other one. His father had already stipulated they would receive them when he passed on. It was a way of making sure he left his family something.

Carla greeted him with firm kiss that she held for a little while. No tongue, though. Joey didn't like to French kiss much and he hated to kiss in public. Carla had prepared dinner and was setting the table. That sat down to eat the lemon pepper chicken, wild rice, and mixed vegetables Carla had prepared.

"Hi, honey" Carla said. "How was your day?"

Joey went into a long spill about his day and what had happened. He talked about how some customer were unruly and how a gay couple continued to come into the restaurant to make out.

"I think they are still protesting or something. Little do they know, I really don't care if they make out. Dinner is really good honey." Joey said as he tucked into his dinner.

Even though Joey was very religious, he wasn't one of those nuts that believed you were going to hell if you like the same sex. Honestly, Joey felt it wasn't his duty to dictate what another person did with their body or their partner. He felt religion was more about love than hatred and tried to love his fellow man no matter what.

Carla loved that about him. She tried to listen as he talked but her mind wondered about what tomorrow would be like. She had decided she would take a half day to prepare tomorrow and she was going to give Joey a night of his life. She simply smiled and tried to listen to him. But for the first time, she was having extremely hot fantasies about her shy husband and it was making her very wet. She felt embarrassed but he couldn't see it and he wouldn't know cause tonight wasn't their sex night. She crossed her legs and continued to eat dinner. Once they finished, they fell asleep binge watching House of Cards of Netflix.

The next morning, Carla got up early and kissed Joey before she headed to work. She went to work on a high. She had already confirmed with her boss that she was leaving early and 12 pm came really quickly. She had some last minute items to pick up but she made it home by 1:30 pm. She made a cup of tea when she got home, finished it, and proceeded to get the house ready for Joey. Tea helped her calm her nerves. She was really nervous about tonight but she wanted it to be great.

By the time she was done it was 5:15 pm, she put the steak she had bought for joey on the gas grill to sear in the flavor. She salt and peppered it and cooked to the doneness he liked. Perfectly medium. She had already baked a potato and decked it with butter, sour cream and bacon. Finally, she mixed a salad complete with ranch just the way Joey liked it. She looked at the time and knew that Joey would be home soon.

Carla fixed Joey's plate and placed the dinner on the table. She showered and put on her outfit. She looked at herself in the mirror. She started into her brown eyes and nodded. "You can do this," she repeated over and over. Soon she heard the garage door open. She looked at the clock on the night, 6 on the dot just like always. Soon the back door opened and Carla heard Joey in the kitchen.

"Hey, honey. I'm home. You here?" he called. "Ohhh, dinner looks great honey!!!"

Joey had walked in, put down his bags, and sat at the table. He looked at the steak in front of him. Only his place was set. He knew Carla sometime ran in the evening and she liked to eat her dinner later when she did. He figured she must be running and he didn't want his food get cold so he pulled up a seat and sat down to the delicious meal Carla had prepared. He cut into his steak. The meat released the steam and juice and he knew it would be savory. It was better than he expected. The meat was tender and juicy. He couldn't wait to take another bite.

Sarah knew Joey must be sitting down to eat right about now. She looked herself in the mirror one last time and nodded "You can do this". She looked over the room to make sure it was ready. Then, she opened the door and walked out.

Joey was enjoying his steak so much that he didn't hear the door open. He did hear the clicking of heels on the wooden floors coming up from the back bedroom. He was taking a sip of the sweet tea Carla had left for him when he saw her. He was stunned.

Carla was dressed head to toe in a black and red leather dominatrix outfit. The outfit was complete with a back and red corset, leather gloves, a riding crop, a leather red thong, fishnet stockings and thigh-high, 5 inch heel black boots. Carla slender figure filled out the outfit nicely. She looked at herself in the mirror a few a moments ago and couldn't believe how sexy and empowered she felt wearing it. Carla was only 5'2, her body was slender without a lot of curves. Her breasts were small and so was her ass so she never felt sexy. Her first journey into lingerie and she for once felt like a women.

Joey drank in his wife. He studied her high heels, the thong (something she never wore), and the corset. He looked into the wide sensual mouth covered in red lip stick, the button nose, and the warm brown eyes all accented by dark black hair. His penis instantly stiffened. He was so turned on he forgot he had a mouthful of sweet tea when he tried to speak. He started to say "Wow" and dribbled tea down his lips and on to his white work shirt.

Carla eyes switched from warm to piercing. She slapped Joey's face hard. Joey snapped out of his stunned stupor and went straight into surprise. He was surprised she hit him, surprised at the pain, and really surprised in how much he liked it.

Carla said, "How dare you stain your shirt dog? Did I say you could stain it? Huh? Answer me, you whelp!!!" as she grabbed a handful of Joey long black hair, placing the riding crop on his throat.

Joey couldn't believe how turned on he was. He stuttered "I'm sorry!!! I didn't..."

Carla grabbed his hair tighter and pulled him to her into they were eye to eye. "You will only speak when spoken to do you understand me? For the next, few hours you are mine. I will do with you as I please. Do you understand?"

Joey nodded, "Yes, Ma'am."

Carla replied, "It's not ma'am. It's Madam Carla!!! You will address me properly or you will be punished. Do you understand slave?" finally releasing her grip of Joey's hair.

Joey said, "Yes, Madam Carla."

Carla was feeling very empowered. She had never done anything like this. She was surprised that Joey wanted to have a BDSM session. When she read it on the card a day ago, she almost gasped. She had never thought he would want to be dominated but she understood. Joey was always been in charge. He worked as the manager of his dad's side carpentry business when he was in high school, worked as the president of the christen club in college and now owned his own business. It wasn't a time in his life where he wasn't in charge. Even now, even though Carla was the dom, she had read that the submissive always held the power. She also knew growing up in a religious house hold would lead to many whippings. A fact she knew may be why he wanted this so bad.

"Good, boy!!! Now who told you to sit at the table? On your knees slave!!! It's where you belong." Carla said.

Joey instantly fell to his knees and did as Carla commanded. "Lick my boots salve!!!" Carla yelled.

Joey instantly ran his tongue up her boots. From the ankle to the top of her thighs. Carla wanted Joey to go further but she had to keep up the game. As soon as Joey stopped at boot and made it to her fishnets, she slapped him again.

"I said boots slave!" She said with force and a scowl.

Joey took the slap and looked into his wife's eyes with obedience. He was hard as a rock by now. He couldn't believe that Carla was doing this for him. It was something he never thought he would experience but was getting off on the pain and humiliation.

"Where is your collar slave?" Carla asked. "Who told you, you can walk around without your leash?"

Carla went and grabbed the leash she had bought yesterday off the rung in the closet. She put it on Joey. He accepted without hesitation. She guided him around in the kitchen on his hands and knees. She went to the kitchen and pulled out some grapes. She bent over and Joey could see the back of the thong. He wanted to touch the warm white skin of her butt as she bent over but he obeyed and stayed on his hand and knees.

Now it was Carla turn to start getting off. She noticed Joey's eyes. He was watching her every move and she relished the attention she was getting. Once she got her grapes she sat down at the table pulling Joey roughly along. She sat and stomped one of her feet.

"Come slave." She said, and Joey did as commanded. She put her legs up on his back and proceeded to enjoy her grapes. Joey felt the weight of Carla's legs on his back. He could smell her boots. The leather smell giving him chills. He was so aroused. He felt a trickle of electric run down his spin. He flinched.

Carla felt the flinch and spanked him hard with the riding crop on his ass. "Who told you to flinch, dog," Carla said. Joey had to bite his lip from the sting and pleasure he felt.

"No one, Madam Carla!" Joey replied.

Carla was seriously getting off on this. She was giving Joey what he wanted and he was liking it a lot. She could tell by the way he kept sneaking glances at her. She turned up the tease. She ate the grapes slowly. Using her tongue and mouth to pluck them from the vine. She licked them. It made Joey think of her tonguing his own balls. She threw a grape on the floor. "Eat dog!!!" Carla said.

Joey started to use his hands. She spanked him again on his ass. "With your mouth, dog!" Carla ordered. Joey obeyed. Carla threw another grape on the floor and once again he ate it like a dog. "Good boy," she said patting his head. Carla didn't feel bad about making Joey off the floor. Doing her prep she had scrubbed the floor so hard, you could do surgery on it. She had prepared thoroughly for tonight.

She stood and held the leash tight. She set down on Joey back, side saddle. "Walk!" she commanded.

Joey did as he was told. He walked and Carla pulled his lash to where she wanted him to go. She sat on his back like a queen ridding a palanquin and enjoyed how obedient he was. He submitted well. She guided him to the bed room. She commanded him to stop and wait outside the door with his head down. He complied. She got off his back and walked into the room. She lit the candled she had placed in there. Did a one quick look to make sure everything was ready and she opened the door. Joey was still on his knees with is face down like a dog.

Carla had decorated the room earlier in the day with things she wanted for the night. She had rigged rope and hand cuffs, she had candles and a whip (She didn't plan to use it). The room was more for show than anything. Their bed still had the blue bed covers and everything still looked pretty much the same except the candles and the darkening day cast an eerie light into the room. It gave the effect that Carla had hoped for. This was her first time doing this and she didn't want to get too crazy. "Stand!" she commanded. Joey obeyed.

"You no longer require clothes salve. Remove them, slowly. I want to see." Carla ordered. Joey complied. He removed his clothes slowly. He slid off his shoes, then his shirt, then his pants and slowly removed his underwear. Carla realized for the first time that she never looked at this body in the light.

Joey was built with lean muscles. His years of working for his farther in the carpentry shop and him playing league basketball with the church had left muscular but not bulky. She saw his slim legs, his muscular chest, wide shoulders and square chin. She bit her lips when she took in his large hands, muscled arms and square chin. Joey also had the warmest smile and piercing blue eyes. She fell in love them when she was 9 but she didn't know it at the time.

She continued to study her husband's naked body. She looked at his semi-hard penis. When he was ready for sex it would be about 8 inch long but now it only hung slightly limp. He was aroused but his passion had cooled. She was enjoying the sight so she stared. Joey was slightly uncomfortable even though he knew if a person should see you naked it's your wife. Even with her though, he was shy. Still, he didn't want disobey so he avoiding hiding his privates.

"Go wash yourself, slave. You're filthy," Carla said. He wasn't but she wanted him to get wet and she wanted to watch him shower. It wasn't originally in her plan and she was freelancing. She spanked him again with her riding crop and he retreated into the bathroom. A minute later Carla followed him. The room didn't really fit with the night with its folded towels and strong smelling soap but it would have to do. Carla pulled the shower curtain back and Joey immediately tried to cover his body.

Carla spanked him again. "Did I say you could cover up?" Carla asked.

"No, madam Carla" was Joey's only response.

"Then continue," Carla said and he complied. He dropped his hands and continued to soap his ropey body. He was going faster and Carla once again popped him saying "Do it slowly!!!"

She watched as he slowly soaped his body. It was huge a turn on for her. It turned her on so much that she felt like pleasuring herself. She sat on bathroom counter and slid her fingers into her thong. She had only masturbated a few times in her life and each time she felt bad afterward. This time though, she was on a mission and she rubbed her clit as she washed Joey soap himself. He stared back at her and his semi-hard penis went instantly hard as diamond. He continued to soap and she began to moan as she rubbed her clitoris harder.

Joey found his hand around his penis stroking it using the soap as lubricate. He bit his lips as he watched his wife pleasure herself on the sink. He couldn't believe her. He was amazed at the transformation and stroked himself faster. Suddenly Carla stopped.

"Are you pleasuring yourself slave? Did I say you could do that?" Carla said. Joey stopped. The water from the shower washed the soap from his penis. "You continue to be disobedient slave, and therefore must be punished!!! Dry yourself and follow me!!" Carla said.

Joey took the towel, dried himself, and stepped out of the shower. Carla grabbed his collar hard and pulled him back into the bedroom. She had rigged the rope around a hook in the ceiling and had attached the handcuff so that Joey would be restrained and standing. She took his hands and roughly strapped them into the hand cuffs she bought the other day.

Once he was secure, Carla found a scarf and wrapped it around his head so he couldn't see. She looked at him. He arms hung in the air and he was blindfolded. She marveled at his body. He was so vulnerable. She could do anything she wanted right now and Joey wouldn't be able to do anything.

She began by running her hands along his chest and chin. She then ran the riding crop along his back and onto his butt. She popped his butt somewhat hard with the crop. Smack. Smack.Smack. Joey groaned.

"You like that don't you slave." Said Carla.

"Yes," Joey replied tentatively.

Carla dropped the crop and grabbed Joey ass hard. He sucked his teeth. Carla spanked with him her hand. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Each smack caused Joey to become more aroused. When Carla was done Joey was bright pink. On to the next phase.