Please enjoy this latest chapter and remember, it's complete fiction.
All similarities to actual people is pure coincidence.
This whole week has been a blur. Keeping my breasts hidden from my husband William has been a challenge but lucky for me, he hasn't initiated sex. Church on Sunday was also a challenge, what with these lusty thoughts that keep coming unbidden.
I don't know what has come over me. In confession, I tried to convey my guilty thoughts but all I could think of was being in the confessional naked and on my knees. It was horrible.
The worst part of my thoughts was the inability to have an orgasm. As much as I was masturbating-constantly-I couldn't bring myself to cum. My pussy was constantly wet it seemed, and all I kept thinking of was sex.
Maybe Dr. Kessler could help me with that too. It was becoming a hindrance at work, the constant lust. I didn't know what was in my mind all day but sex, sex, and then more sex. My nerves were shot, I was always wet, and even my best friend Nicole said I seemed different.
I hadn't seen much of her during the week, but when I did, I found myself looking at her body. Wondering how her tits would look covered in whipped cream or oil. I have never in my life thought about girls like that, and it was a little distressing.
So with all of this on my mind, I find myself here in Dr. Kessler's waiting room again. This time I was dressed differently though. It seemed I was a bit more daring, choosing to go with a knee length skirt, and a tight sweater. Of course sticking with the padded bra and modest panties.
While I waited I noticed the girl in front was a different receptionist. Gone was the pleasant older lady and in her place was a pretty young blonde. I bit my lip wondering for just a bit what she might have on under her dress. Then she told me the Doctor was ready for me and off I went.
"Have a seat there Ashley," Jane told me, as she pointed to a wooden arm chair in the center of her office. I wondered where the plush comfy chair was as I sat down. She already had a tea ready for me and as I sipped it, she started asking questions. How I felt during the week. If I was getting my exercise. How my body felt in terms of working out.
I didn't know what to say, so I told her the truth. I hadn't been to the gym all week. I had been so distracted with everything on my mind that I hadn't even thought about working out. Even more so, I hadn't even talked to my family all week. And that was completely out of character for me. My sister's and I keep in touch with regular calls and visits and such.
Sipping my tea and telling Dr. Kessler all of this, I started feeling my eyelids droop. I squirmed a bit on the hard wooden chair and shook my head a little to clear it.
"We certainly do need more sessions then," Jane said, as she frowned and made notes on a chart at her desk. "I thought you would need a bit more attention, as you seemed like the first session didn't really take," she continued.
As she stood and walked around in front of her desk, she asked, "And did you enjoy the salon treatment?"
I smiled, and I could feel myself blushing. Did she know about my piercing? My new tattoo? I struggled to answer, almost ashamed to admit that I did enjoy my new look, when she asked, "Wasn't it just
heaven sent?"
Mistress Jane smirked as she said the trigger words. Watching the lovely Ashley slump down in a trance. The trigger and release words were working like a charm. As was the implanted notion that everything revolved around sex. Everyone she saw and talked to would instantly become a sex act in her mind.
She even took to the thought that her pierced nipples and tattoo were her own idea. That was so delicious. Mistress Jane rubbed her hands together and got ready for the second phase of Ashley's training.
Smirking, Mistress Jane said to Ashley,"Stand up slut, and strip, everything." Without a word, Ashley stood up and started to slowly undress. Handing each item to her new owner. Her new handler. Each article of clothing put in a pile on the floor until Ashley stood naked, wearing only her wedding ring.
"You are absolutely gorgeous," Mistress said with a smile. "Almost as lovely as your sister, little miss big tits," she added with a grin. "I can't wait to have you side by side that I might compare your naked bodies."
If Ashley was cognitive of what was being said, she gave no sign. Just standing still and quiet. Jane smiled and went back around the desk, taking an item from the top left drawer and walking back around to stand in front of Ashley.
"Open wide slut," she commanded, and Ashley quickly obeyed. Her cute little mouth wide open. The item was then put to Ashley's lips, a thick, long, suction cup based dildo. "Suck," was the only command given.
Ashley took it in her mouth, and began to suck it. Getting it wet. Gagging when it was pushed deep, slurping when she was spitting up. The whole thing was very sexual, and the only sounds were sucking, gagging, slurping, and Ashley's little whimpers of effort.
As Mistress Jane slowly pumped the dildo into Ashley's sucking mouth, spit dripped. All over the lovely tits Ashley was sporting. Drip drip dripping down her chin, her saliva making a mess and lubing up the thick rubber shaft. Finally, Mistress handed her the dildo and told her, "Stick that suction cup onto the chair slut."
Ashley, her cute face almost a blank and with spit dripping down her chin, took the rubber cock and with a quick stab, stuck it to to chair. Dead center. Right in the middle. The shaft shiny with spit. All eight thick inches and included in the bargain, the balls at the end.
