"Doc, I keep having nightmares about face slapping, balls trampling and getting fucked with dildos," Theodore Paxton said somberly. The big and tall young black man sighed deeply after confessing his feelings to the psychiatrist. Inside the doctor's office, located on Newbury Street in downtown Atlanta, silence reigned for a long moment. Dr. Florence Pews leaned back in her chair as she considered her patient's words. This brother is a man of mystery, to say the very least. The amount of trauma and anxiety swirling inside Theodore boggles the mind...
"The first step in vanquishing our fears is in confronting that which scares us," Dr. Florence Pews said gently. The tall and chubby, dark-skinned and well-dressed, matronly African American psychiatrist pursed her lips after saying her peace. Born in the City of Atlanta, Georgia, and educated at Spelman College and Howard University, Dr. Florence Pews is a credit to the psychiatric profession. Someone has to prove to black folks that psychiatry isn't just for whites. In her practice, centered around helping young black people, the good doctor tries to make a difference.
"Doc, why is it that the things I fear arouse me?" Theodore asked, looking quite miserable and forlorn. Dr. Florence Pews looked at Theodore as he sat there, his face in his hands. The forty-something black female psychiatrist looked at the younger black man the way a hungry snake looks at a cornered dove. One doesn't choose psychiatry as a profession without having a few screws loose. Dr. Florence Pews, a highly educated and church-going black woman, has a mild case of antisocial personality disorder. This lovely black female sociopath has some bad habits and cannot stop herself from acting on them. Oh yeah, it's like that.
"The only way of ridding oneself of temptation is to yield to it," Dr. Florence Pews said to Theodore. Nodding, Theodore stroked his goateed chin. He looked at the doctor, who looked quite lovely in her stylish gray pantsuit. The good doctor was recommended to Theodore by his former mentor, Morehouse College professor Edward Adewale, a middle-aged black gentleman from Lagos, Nigeria. Dr. Florence Pews is supposed to be really good at what she does. Theodore has been seeing the good doctor for three weeks now. All proceeds paid for by his parents life insurance policy.
"How do we do that, Doc?" Theodore wondered aloud, and Dr. Florence Pews smiled. Theodore felt nervous. He wondered if he should be totally honest with the good doctor. Ever since Theodore graduated from Morehouse College and joined the workforce, he fell into a deep depression. Theodore's former girlfriend Valerie left town, having gone back to her native Blacksburg, Virginia, after graduating from Spelman College. Theodore's buddies Jean Pierre and Ahmed Ali returned to the Island of Haiti and the Federal Republic of Somalia, respectively. What's a lonely, depressed brother to do when his world changes?
"Let me be your psycho-sexual surrogate, Theodore, we are going to act out your fantasies," Dr. Florence Pews said with a smile. Theodore looked at the doctor thoughtfully as he considered her words. Truth be told, Theodore's own fantasies both aroused and disturbed him. The son of a southern Baptist minister shouldn't be having sexual fantasies of mean, bossy black women smacking him around, tying him up and banging him with dildos. This isn't the Christian way. Theodore will do anything to rid himself of such unclean thoughts and fantasies.
"Please help me, Doc, I will do anything," Theodore pleaded, and Dr. Florence Pews grin broadened. The black female sociopath knew that she had the black college man right where she wanted him. Dr. Florence Pews ordered Theodore to undress, which he did. Naked, the big and tall black man faced the mature black female psychiatrist. Dr. Florence Pews admired Theodore's body. He had an alright body, a cute ass and a big ole dick. Oh yeah, she can work with that. Time to get this show on the road. When sociopaths like Dr. Florence Pews find someone naive enough to fall for their schemes, they like to have themselves some fun. Theodore is going to make a fun toy...
"Do you know what a psycho-sexual surrogate does, Theodore? I have to do terrible things to you, with your permission of course," Dr. Florence Pews said cautiously. Theodore thought about it. Truth be told, he'd had a crush on the good doctor for ages. Sometimes at night, while lying in bed, Theodore masturbated while thinking of Dr. Florence Pews. The young black man's dick got harder than Russian Algebra while he thought of Dr. Florence Pews curvy body, especially her big tits and big round ass. Nothing wrong with that. As far as Theodore is concerned, what the good doctor doesn't know is none of her damn business.
"I am down for whatever," Theodore assured Dr. Florence Pews. The young black man looked at the tall, curvy black woman the way a hungry man looks at fast food. A lot of women get uncomfortable when a man checks them out like that. Dr. Florence Pews isn't like other women, and no, not in a delicate walflower kind of way. This proverbial wolf in sheep's clothing has a certain horny, naive young black man right where she wants him. Dr. Florence Pews is about to show Theodore a thing or two about the darker passions. Lesson one, coming right the fuck up...