I had quite a week of interesting families come in for counseling. On Monday, when Steven and Roberta Smith came in for marriage counseling, I learned that they were having money problems. Strangely, that was because Steven had recently received a promotion. Now that they had money to spare, Steven had started buying his wife more expensive clothing and taking her to fancy places. Instead of appreciating this, Roberta felt like he was using her as arm candy and resented it. I could understand why Steven wanted to show off his wife. Even in the rather dowdy outfit she was wearing that day, I could see that she had curves in all the right places.
In any case, not only was Roberta starting to refuse to wear the sexy, revealing outfits he bought her, but she was refusing to have sex unless Steven stopped treating her like an object rather than a person. I decided that that needed to change because I agreed with Steven, Roberta was a beautiful woman who everyone should get to enjoy, myself included. She didn't realize that she had come to the wrong psychiatrist. If you've read my other case reports, you know that I think women are meant to be used by others for sexual pleasure. Roberta was certainly a proud woman who needed to be taken down a few pegs.
To start with fixing things, I told Roberta that from now on, each day from the time she got up in the morning until she went to bed that night, being around her husband and other men would slowly raise her libido level until she was so horny she couldn't think straight, The only way to get any relief was to have an orgasm, but there were only two ways she could ever orgasm again. The first was to have sex with her husband at home. This made Steven grin and Roberta attempt to protest, but I told her no complaining, she would do as I told her, even if she knew it wasn't right. I then told her the only other way that she could orgasm was to have sex at home with a man, or woman, that her husband ordered her to have sex with.
However, I didn't tell her that she was now bisexual. As part of her punishment, she might orgasm from having sex with a woman, but she wouldn't enjoy it, at least not as much as having a man fuck her. I added that now she was a free-use woman, anyone could have sex with her and she could have sex with anyone, but again, she could not orgasm unless her husband had told her to have sex with that person and she did it in their house. I wanted to be sure to get it as much as I could on camera. Also, the more sex she had without having an orgasm, the hornier and hornier she would get. Steven's grin grew even bigger, and Roberta's frown did too. I added that masturbating wouldn't do it for her, either and if she tried to resist her husband's commands, her libido level would rise even faster.
I decided to have more fun using Roberta by taking away some more of her control. I told her that she was no longer allowed to undress or even dress herself, nor could she unbutton or button up, unzip or zip up, etcetera any of her own clothing. She would have to have someone else undress her and someone else has to dress her as well. If she could not find someone to put her clothes on for her, she would have to stay naked until she found someone. Also, she had to remember that anytime someone wanted to undress her, she had to let them. I pointed out to Steven that this meant he would get to choose his wife's outfit every morning. This also meant that from now on, she had to wear as much, or as little, clothing as he picked for her. So he could dress her however he wanted to show off as much of her as he wanted. She better keep him happy, or he might just send her out in her underwear, or maybe without any underwear. He could send her out in an unbuttoned blouse without a bra, or in a skirt without any underwear. He could even just send her out completely naked. I liked the grin that grew even bigger on Steven's face as he thought about the ways he could flaunt her as well as embarrass her. I pointed out to Roberta that this also meant that if she had to use the bathroom, she'd have to find someone to pull her underwear down for her and back up again, so she better be nice to strangers, too. If someone didn't want to, well, then she was going to have to go without until someone did. The look of distressed shock on Roberta's face seemed to say that she was realizing she was no longer in control.
I then asked Steven if there was anything in particular that Roberta insisted she would not do sexually, like suck cock or letting him fuck her ass. I learned that, like I found with most women, those were two sex acts she did not like. In addition, she flat-out refused to consider taking part in a threesome. Considering that new information, to finish things off, I reiterated that Roberta was now Steven's sex slave and whatever orders he gave, she would obey.
I figured that was enough, I could see Roberta was already starting to squirm. I asked Steven if we should give her some relief. He agreed and we both ravished her right there in my office. He ordered Roberta to let us both fuck her together. We tore her clothes off, leaving them unwearable, and I got to see that this woman had an extremely hot body. Her plump breasts were just right for groping with nipples that had become quite stiff, her shaved pussy was incredibly slick and wet. Steven and I enjoyed ourselves fucking Roberta, spit-roasting her over and over. Though we filled her ass and cunt up six times each, it brought no relief to her since I told her she could only orgasm when she was fucked at home. When we were done, Steven threw her ruined clothing in the trash and then made his wife crawl completely naked out of my office to their car, dripping semen from her rear and her cunt. I followed them to their house to set up my cameras. By then, an hour had passed, so Steven and I took turns shoving our cocks down her throat and between her breasts until we had both come on her face and tits five times each. We finished off finally giving her a chance to orgasm by having him fuck her cunt while I shoved my dick up her ass again. Once we were done, I decided to call it a day and head home to pull up the cameras and see what Steven did with his wife next.
On Tuesday, another couple came in for marriage counseling. Karl Kipper looked like a football player and his wife Linda was quite voluptuous. I could tell from the look on Linda's face that she was pissed and Karl looked defeated like he knew he was caught and was awaiting sentencing. When I asked what was wrong, Linda had no doubt.
"He's cheating on me!" she shouted angrily.
I turned to look at Karl.
"Tell me if this is true," I ordered.
"It's true," he mumbled.
"Why?"
"Linda's not around much," he complained. "A man has needs."
I turned to Linda and asked why she wasn't around.