It had been a few weeks since Dr. Eva had requested I join her sexual fantasies group or join her alone in her office. I had begun to relax, and had even started to think that part of my life was over and I could finish my internship with little or no ripples. I should have known better.
In the beginning, working for Dr. Eva had been a dream come true. Her reputation as the leading sex therapist was undisputed. I felt fortunate to have been chosen as her intern after my intense interview. Her methods were known to be unorthodox, but with incredible results. My future as a therapist was secure once I obtained that golden letter of recommendation upon completion of my internship. But, in the process I had to do whatever it took to please Dr. Eva. I had 8 months left on my unbreakable contract and I intended to please Dr. Eva to secure my future.
As I sat at my desk reviewing some of Dr. Eva's prior cases (she always taped her sessions) she buzzed me to come to her office. I slipped my heels back on, straightened my short dress and headed down the hall to her office. Dr. Eva greeted me with a smile and guided me to the leather chair across from her desk. She stood behind my chair. The scent of her perfume was intoxicating. Dr. Eva was strong, direct and extremely open-minded. That is what made her so popular with those needing to fulfill their sexual fantasies.
"I'll need you tonight at session," Dr. Eva said, as she slipped her hands down the front of my dress and toyed with my nipples. "Your wardrobe for the evening is in the dressing room. Be here promptly at 7:00 with an open mind." She nibbled on my ear and neck for a few minutes before slipping around to face me. The look in her eyes dared me to challenge her power. I didn't. I let Dr. Eva do whatever pleased her. I needed her and she knew it. With one powerful tug, the snaps on the front of my dress gave way and my black lace bra was in full view. Dr Eva smiled a very wicked smile as she unhooked it in the front, exposing my round firm breasts and rosy pink nipples. I hated how they instantly became hard nubs for her, as if they too obeyed her every command. Dr. Eva leaned into my breasts and snatched one up with her lips, sucking it and drawing it out to its full potential. "Your tits are perfect," she said as she plucked them with her long red nails. Gripping the material of my dress, she pulled the rest of it apart, revealing my black lace crotchless panties that she deemed as part of my wardrobe on my first day in the office. Using her fingers she spread my pussy lips apart and licked her lips. "Mmm, so very pretty," she said as she slipped her finger inside me. "And hot." She leaned close to my pussy and flicked her tongue over my clit and then up inside me. "Eight more months of eating your pussy..." she purred as she sucked my clit and lapped my juices in her usual controlled manner. I felt my excitement building and was once again surprised at how her complete control of me left me wet and wanting. Dr. Eva left my pussy sopping and swollen and licked the juices from her lips and chin. "I'll see you at 7:00," she said as she led me to the door.
I walked down the hall in a daze, pussy swollen and liquid pooled between my legs. What now? I wondered. Tonight was Fantasy Fulfillment Group. I had fulfilled so many fantasies the last time... I began to worry. What would she have me do? What fantasies could these people still have?
A few minutes before seven, I left the dressing room wearing what could only be described as bondage attire. A black leather open-crotch thong, and a 1/2 bra with silver chains connecting the top to the bottom. The black stilettos were at least three inches high. I felt awkward and unpracticed as I moved down the hall toward the group room. My hair was pulled up high on my head with ringlets around my face. I became wet just looking in the mirror. I knew I liked being used this way on some level. It was evident by the pool between my legs.
I pushed open the door and immediately a short leash was attached to the spiky collar around my neck and I was lead through the room to a pedestal. It had happened so fast and I was on such a short leash that I had not yet seen which member was leading me. A tug on the leash meant for me to kneel. I did, and shackles were placed around my ankles. A hand forced me down on my hands and my wrists were shackled as well. The room was illuminated only by candlelight. I sensed the members in the room but could not see much.