Life is a series of compromises and it is all too easy to let those become regrets. I try to avoid that mistake, seeing as we are inherently limited beings and it is foolish to contemplate all the paths not taken. I must admit I feel some reluctance around finishing my anecdotes. Life goes on. That being said, I have begun this diary, not for it to be read or appreciated, but to understand the limited spectrum of my lived experience.
So much has happened, so quickly, and now I have a moment of calm after the storm. Recent events have left me agitated; it was never this easy before. Maybe I'm more skillful than before, or maybe the stars have aligned.
Whatever the case, Laura's birthday was simply wonderful. The entire affair is recorded on video, from beginning to end, that I might revisit this glorious event in the future. Soon I will do a detailed write-up, but first I must finish this remembrance.
Final Therapy:
There they were: Alexa smiling, in a thin pink shirt, a white bear printed in the middle, deformed by her huge tits, raw hem jeans and violet floral sandals. Clara is at her side on the futon, legs crossed, a short black crop top which left her shoulders bare, hair held back by a ribbon.
I pronounced with aplomb.
"This is our last session. Alexa, Clara, it's been an honor to be the professional in charge of your case. You've had some time apart, gotten some fresh air in your lives, and today it's time to decide whether your paths will rejoin or continue to diverge. What say you? Clara?"
"I'm not sure. Nice speech, but I haven't felt any positive change in our relationship. We've still been fighting even after we came here. Alexa broke up with me over the phone!" Replied Clara, Accusing her partner.
"How could you be so cold? No, Doc, I wouldn't go back to Alexa, even if you paid me a million dollars." She reiterated with infinite indignation.
I looked at her, putting my hands together, feigning a serious expression.
"Very well, but then why are you here? Would you mind sharing your reasons for showing up today?"
"I have found a companion, more loyal, more beautiful and even sweeter. I'm here to prove to this bitch, that I'm capable of advancing without her. That she never had any hold over me."
"By 'bitch', am I given to understand you mean Alexa?"
"Is there another bitch in this room?"
I smiled inwardly. Oh Clara, of course there is another bitch in the room.
"Frankly, I don't believe you, Clara. That seems rather improbable in such a short time."
Alexa, for her part, looked somewhat uncomfortable with her toes pointed timidly inward.
"You don't believe me? She's closer than you think, Doc."
"Where?" I made a show of looking around.
"Men. You are all so clueless." She rolled her eyes. "It's Kassia, your receptionist."
"Kassia!? Ha ha ha ha! That's too funny, Clara." This would really be fun for us. "You had me worried there for a minute. Kassia's not a lesbian, she's a full-fledged cocksucker."
"How can you treat her like that?! Kassia deserves respect." She exclaimed.
"Forgive my language. Don't judge if she likes to taste her boss's mast once in a while."
Clara stood up and yelled toward the waiting area.
"Kassia! KASSIA!"
"Sssh, please have some consideration for my neighbors and keep it down. I'll call her on the intercom." I press the button, positively brimming with anticipation for what is to come. "Kassia, please come in here immediately, we need your help to clarify an important matter."
Into the office walked my sexy foreign employee with a slightly confused expression on her face.
"What's going on?" She inquired.
"Forgive me, I know you have more important matters to attend to. Is Clara, I mean, this educated dark-haired girl, is she your partner?"
"What? NO! I like to suck cocks, to be fucked from behind by men, as is befitting of me." It was exhilarating to listen to her proclaim her commitment to cock, specifically mine.
Clara was stunned, she couldn't believe what she'd just heard.
"Kassia, this isn't funny. These last few weeks we've shared so many things together."
"I'm sorry you misunderstood but I'm a straight girl. My boss is straight too, in fact he's a stallion. Alexa is your partner, no? She's bisexual so something could happen there, but you are just a rug to clean my feet with. It should be obvious, girl-boy, girl-girl, but never girl-rug."
Clara's heart was broken. Even though Kassia wasn't lying. It's sad to see a rug experience such delusions.
"Kassia...no...Kassia..." Just when she seemed ready to break down into tears, the fire came surging back into her.
"You shameless fucking whore! How dare you embarrass me like this? You'll pay." She advanced on Kassia aggressively, threatening violence.
"Walking to work gives me 'Sticky Feet', they must be sweaty, smelly and kind of disgusting by now." Clara was suddenly paralyzed, arms at her sides and a silly look on her face. Alexa didn't notice her partner's deep trance.
"Kneel down and clean my shoes, then continue with my feet. It seems you need to be reminded of your place."
She obeyed, her knees collapsed to the ground, and she knelt to savor Kassia's patent leather shoes. Her tongue tracing curves over the mud stains.
Kassia pulled down Clara's shorts as she bent over.
"Nice ass. A pity you're just a simple rug." She snaked a hand between Clara's legs, and when she withdrew it you could see how damp the rug was.
"Looks like you're very excited, but what more can one expect from such a lascivious bitch. You look ridiculous making demands of normal people. Come on, a rug has no will. Right?"
"A rug..."
*Lick*
"...has no.."
*Lick*
"...will..."
*Lick*
Clara responded quietly, robotically, submissively.
"Kassia, let's switch places. Sit here and relax with your rug, I've some socializing to do with Alexa."
* * *
I sat next to Alexa, put my arm around her shoulders and stroked her hair with my free hand. Bringing my mouth closer to her, we kissed, twisting our tongues together with carnal desire.
"No, please stop, I just can't. Clara's here, it's not right." She protested, breaking off our embrace.
"What's the big deal? You have seen that Clara is only a rug."
"No! She's... She's... She's a... She's a... a... She's a... She's a... She's a... a... She's a... She's a..."
"A rug." I insisted.
"No, no, no. Clara is... is..."
"Look into my eyes, allow me to guide you."
Our gazes met and I reaffirmed that indisputable truth:
"Clara is a rug to step on and nothing else. Say it."
"Clara is...not...Clara is...is..."
"A rug."
"Clara is a rug."
"...a rug to step on and nothing else."
"Clara is a rug to step on. Nothing else."
"Good girl. Now get on your hands and knees and let's fuck."
Clara lay naked, face up, masturbating as Kassia rubbed her feet, still dripping with saliva, all over her skin. It didn't seem fair to leave all the fun to my employee.
Alexa had gotten her jeans partway down her thighs, unveiling her naked pussy. I touched her soaked sex, thrust my pelvis against her ass experimentally, touched her tattoo, Private Property. I worked my hand beneath her shirt, my fingers probing the delights encased by her bra.
"You've got a bra on, but no panties. You're a total slut, Alexa. I bet you'd like me to fuck your ass."
"No, please! Not here, this is humiliating enough already."
"You're so negative today, 'Pinocchio Girl'. How do you feel now?"
"I feel at peace..." She said in a whisper.
"You like being in a trance, don't you? You like that I'm in control of your mind, and your body."
"Yes Master, I like being your submissive slave."
"I'm going to play with your ass, I'll stick my fingers in you, and I'll spank your cheeks. Your mind will be a whirlwind of anxiety, until you finally succumb and beg me to fuck your ass.
I'm gonna count to three and you won't remember this dialogue.
One, your consciousness is like jello for me to mold.
Two, you're not in control, you've never been in control.
Three, wake up Alexa."
* * *
I lubricated my cock with the dampness between her legs, in between tempting and tormenting her more and more.
At last the moment came when she was shouting, begging to be fucked, and I plunged my thick stem into her rectum with one blow. I held on to her hips and rammed her like a horse does a mare.
Before too long her body was filled with my sticky affection.
I slowly extracted my swollen limb from her.
"Clara... I mean rug-girl, come wipe down this bitch's ass. Don't forget to absorb every drop of cum."
Immediately, she got to it. She placed her head between Alexa's buttocks, setting herself about the task like a delicate woman doing her homework.
"You've left me without a rug and my feet are still covered in slime. That's not fair, boss."
"It's your turn to clean up. Wake up Kassia."
She turned pale, glanced around slowly, processing the scene before her. She had been in a trance all morning, woken up in a trance, prepared her breakfast in a trance, and come to work in a trance.
"What's... what's going on? I'm barefoot. That girl, oh my God! I demand an explanation NOW!"
"Ehm, this is a dream, Kassia. You're dreaming." A lame excuse to be sure, but I wasn't feeling terribly motivated just then. I had enough power over her to allow me to do so.
Nevertheless she believed me, because of the surrealism of the scene. She looked at my body from top to bottom, rubbed her eyes with both hands. Being in a trance for so long always produces a fragile grasp on reality in my victims.
"No, it's not a... this doesn't make sense..."
"'Sweet Polish Mouth.' Breaktime is over, babe."
Her countenance relaxed, she looked in the drawer of the table beside her, the jar of honey was there, she renewed it every week. She smeared her lips, her tongue, her palate.
She moved aside and allowed me to sit back down. A long day of consultations capped off by fucking Alexa had left me exhausted. A good slimy blowjob was just what I needed.
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