"All right, Heather. The tape recorder is on. Start whenever you like."
"Okay. Are you sure this is necessary, Doctor?" Other than the pleated tartan skirt bunched up around her waist, pearls, jewelry, and the red stockings and high heels, Heather lay nude on the exam table with Dr. Steele at one side and his nurse at on the other.
"Think back on our discussions. We decided that getting all this out as sort of a 'confession therapy' might help you break your ever growing sexual needs. It's an important part of the therapy. You still want to reign in your fetish desires, correct?"
"I...I think so. But I'm afraid talking about them may get me excited. Make the problem worse."
Doctor Steele's eyes roaming over the buxom, brown-haired 24-year-old's assets and those of his 35-year-old nurse Marie, making mental comparisons. While not as tight as Heather's, Marie's frame was still spectacular, made more so by the bimbofication she had received last year. He looked Heather straight in her brown eyes. "One step at a time. You trust me on this, yes?"
"Of course, Doctor."
The voluptuous red-haired nurse pulled out a syringe. "All right, Heather", she cooed between thick red collagen-enhanced lips, "please assume the position we taught you in the last session." Heather Marquis turned her lusty form over onto hands and knees. She put her face down to the table, spread her knees as far to each side as they would go, and thrust her perfectly round ass cheeks high into the air. Her long, dark eyelashes fluttered against the table as the nurse adjusted Heather's skirt to make sure it stayed out of the way, up around her waist. Just as they had done in the previous two sessions, Dr. Steele took hold of an upturned heel with his right hand. With his left he pressed down against the small of her back, holding her steady and enjoying the feel of Heather's firm back. He idly considered how good a latex corset would looked wrapped around this patient. The nurse grabbed one of Heather's round ass cheeks - taking the opportunity to dip her ring finger and pinky between the moist, bald, pierced pussy lips - and shoved the needle into the patient's skin, giving Heather another shot of libido-altering nanoparticles. This would be only the first 'injection' of today's session.
Dr. Steele punched a remote and the now-familiar hypnotic swirling patterns appeared on the screen behind the exam table. Remaining on her knees, Heather's face rose, transfixed on the screen. Her big brown eyes then relaxed, fluttered, and half-closed. Her white globes dangled and swayed invitingly over the table as the nurse pulled Heather's cunt lips open and flicked the hard clitoris. Heather jerked and began to breathe heavily as her pussy rings glinted in the office light.
While Heather quivered in lust on the table, Dr. Steele smiled and ran his hands over her lithe body. He unclipped the emerald barrette from the exposed patient's hairdo, letting the long brown hair cascade sexily over her face and shoulders. He brushed it from one cheek, smearing a bit of makeup, then put a finger in her mouth and his lips to her ear. Without moving her head, her irresistible big brown eyes turned towards him, lips and tongue sucking on the finger as he spoke softly. "Very, very good. Keep your eyes on the video screen at all times. Do not turn to look behind you. And remember, as we discussed, be as explicit in your descriptions as possible. If a thought springs to mind, say it. Remember all the nasty language we practiced in our last session? Use it. The therapy depends on removing all inhibitions. Use no, I repeat, NO filters. Tell me everything for the record. Everything, be it real or fantasy. All right?"
"Mmm, hmm.", she mewled softly around his finger. Heather's rubbery nipples grew stiff at the thought of the dirty talk she was supposed to use for the therapy. The nurse used her free right hand to tug on Heather's right nipple and the doctor began to twist the left one casually between thumb and forefinger. The fingers of his right hand slid between between those of his nurse, wiggling deep inside the already-gushing cunt before them. A squishing sound came from Heather's lower lips as a low moan escaped her upper ones. The inside of her thighs ran with moisture.
"And remember the safe word. When you say it, I will stop the recording immediately. You remember the safe word?"
"Of...of course. The safe word is...'cumguzzle'." Doctor and nurse smiled. Together they pulled their fingers out of Heather's wetness and onto each other's tongue, sampling the flavor and aroma.
Dr. Steele moved a microphone near Heather's face as the nurse checked a video camera directly over the exam table."Good, please begin."
"Um...my name is Heather Marquis, and Dr. Steele has instructed me to describe my unusual living arrangement and the problems that have developed. You see, for the past three years I have kept not one, but two husbands. 'Polyamory', it is called. While this isn't for everyone, it works well for us. I'm 25, 4'10', 90 pounds, brown hair and eyes, and take great pride in my figure. I'm told I look very much like the porn star Spencer Scott, but with darker hair. I wear four wedding bands at all times but you can normally see only two - one on my left ring finger, and another on my right. The left one belongs to Jack and the right one belongs to Brad - the other ones are between my legs. You might assume that I married one man first and the other one later, but that's not how it is. Even though I had dated each one separately - and later together - I married both of them at the same time in a civil ceremony. We agreed this would be best, so neither man could claim to be 'first' husband. They started out as bodyguards that daddy assigned to me when traveling overseas as his business representative. Jack and Brad were very protective of me and over time their protectiveness grew into something much deeper. I love both of them deeply, and until recently the relationship worked perfectly for us all."
