My third fur story posted here. If fur disgusts you read no further.
This is not the same as the other "fetishes" in so many ways. Indeed fetish or addiction? That is the question.
A Psychiatrist's fur seduction and Addiction.
Melinda is fed up with George and his damned infidelity. She has done all she can but he is continuing his affair with his want-a-be-a-blond secretary only a few years younger than her young 26 years. Nothing she has done warrants this. She has been loving, faithful, supportive and certainly tolerant of his behavior to now. The only thing George has done for her recently is to indulge her recent obsession for fur. With his sexual inattention to her it is the least he could do.
With fur masturbation having replaced sex with George, such as it was, she no longer cares about the relationship or George ... he's never around anyway. Melinda's close friends, not sharing her newly discovered intense feelings over fur, have voiced concerns about her fur obsession. Even she is somewhat concerned about it but under the circumstances there is little she can or cares to do about it. It's her only form of comfort and satisfaction under the circumstances.
Melinda has her Lawyer, an old childhood girlfriend, file for divorce. She has all the documented evidence she needs thanks to a sleazy PI her Lawyer hired. They claim the house, modest alimony for a year and payment of psychological counseling plus the legal fees. She even gets additional furs, the ones George gave his Secretary, claimed as property of the marriage and hers of course. A kind of just reward, precision punishment and humiliation for him. She left his business alone but with the threat to go after it. Her Lawyer did lean his business just in case he becomes reluctant with future payments. She gets all she asks for since there is little George can do to contest. George is finding his blond Secretary to be an expensive piece of ass.
Melinda is certainly no homely housewife, though this would certainly describe her role while married to George. College educated, mentally alert and intellectually active, she is no dummy. She always keeps herself in excellent shape, for herself as much as for George.
George thinks she IS homely. She does have a somewhat plain, healthy look with a smooth oval and childlike face giving her a deceptively innocent and younger appearance. She wears a pair of antique wire rim glasses for her penetrating clear blue eyes and has rather plain, thin to average lips but with deep dimples each side when she smiles, enhancing this childlike perception.
George finds it hard to lie to her when she stares and smiles at him. This is a real problem for George because he is a compulsive lier. Melinda otherwise has lots of freckles, quite a fine tall body with a cheeky butt to-die-for. She also has modest A cup perky breasts (George's Secretary has D cup melons) a smooth slender body with long legs and long, thick, flowing red hair fit for shampoo commercials. George is a fool except for those tits which will soon succumb to gravity. Melinda wanted children which George was dead set against. Now she is glad she didn't. Maybe with someone more compatible and loving?
Her obsession over fur does have her concerned however. It all started innocently enough. It was right after she had her first suspicions of infidelity and she was feeling depressed. Just prior to that she had talked George into buying her two fine furs which she selected. A very fine reversible golden Canadian Sable, worn fur in, with a lightweight, loose cashmere outer shell and an optional waterproof poplin shell. Also a full length long hair Lynx with a big full collar and deep full sleeves. She feels magnificent in them and they were a huge boost to her sagging ego. Shortly after that she began to suspect the infidelity.
Melinda found herself one evening alone as usual, sitting on the side of the bed very horny. She was wrapped in her Sable with no other clothes on after her bath, seeking comfort and emotional warmth in her new furs. She was hugging the Lynx like a person for security, sobbing over his betrayal of her. Soon her sobbing turned to sighing and then soft moaning as she had increased the stroking and fondling of the furs over her naked body.
She soon had no thoughts of George at all. The furs had, indeed, started to warm her in unexpected ways. She began to fondle her labia and between her thighs with the Lynx, laying back on the bed as she did. She soon was shaking with an orgasm quickly followed by another, equal to or better than what George was able to do for her when he bothered. Melinda suddenly realized then that George was not a very good lover. She hadn't had much sexual experience prior to George for a good comparison. She then could give a damn for George since the discovery of her true addiction for fur.
She was then able to get more furs due to George's guilt as he compulsively and stupidly got one fur for one (but different) fur for his buxom blond. Even George was not so stupid as to get the same furs for them both. This effectively doubled her fur collection overnight.
Now that they are divorced Melinda is concerned about ever being able to have a man sexually satisfy her again since she has discovered the wonders of fur. George now gets to pay for her psychological recovery from his infidelity, lack of attention to her needs and general abandonment of their relationship.
Melinda got a recommendation from her elderly GP for a Dr. Rappaport. Her GP felt that he may be able to help since he specializes in addictions and addictive behavior. She had confessed her general craving for fur to her GP as an aid to finding the right Psychiatrist.
Arriving for her appointment mid Monday morning she is greeted by a rather matronly woman with a pleasant smile. She said Dr. Rappaport would be with her soon. Melinda had dressed modestly in a full, mid calf length, light weight, gray flannel skirt and matching gray, cable knit, long sleeved turtleneck sweater.
She was expecting a more elderly man given her GP and the Receptionist but was pleasantly surprised when the Doctor greeted her. An early thirty's, six foot two hunk of Prime Grade A male firmly grips her hand and stares at her with his penetrating steel gray eyes. She is sure he can read all her secrets to the depth of her soul without her uttering a word. She feels totally naked even with her thick Lynx wrapped around herself. The Doctor is a runner and does Aerobics being a lean and more meditative type. As she enters the office the Doctor offers to take her coat. She declines and says that the fur is why she is here. She does take it off but it is laying across her lap as she sits nervously running her hands through the fur. The Doctor's eyebrow lifts, Spock like, as an indication of his curiosity.
"Tell me about it. What is the nature of your addiction?" Melinda gives up every little detail of her fur addiction, George's infidelity, her discovery of fur masturbation and concerns over men and sex.
"I can't seem to rid myself of these compulsions to fondle myself with fur now." The Doctor consoles her.
"It sounds as if it is a harmless addiction. Not all addictions are bad and I see no reason not to indulge yourself in this self gratification. Other kinds of addictions are certainly self destructive or harmful to others and one needs to rid them from their lives but this doesn't seem to be at all harmful."
She feels very comfortable telling him all this and it is such a great relief to get it out and to somehow share it with someone else who's not being judgmental, making her feel bad about it. By now she is softly fondling her Lynx and sort of hugging and caressing herself with it for self comfort. The Doctor is beginning to realize she is somehow getting him excited in a way no other female, regardless of her beauty, has ever done before as he watches and listens to her. He is having a hard time staying focused on her words.
"My desire for sex with a man seems to have dissipated and I don't seem to have replaced it with an attraction for women. I don't want to live the rest of my life alone!!"
"You have been through a traumatic experience and betrayal by a man you trusted. Is there anything else you can tell me that you are aware of that might help me see into this further?"
"No, I don't think so. I have thought and thought about it and since it is a recent behavior I can't imagine what might be in my past to engender such feelings and actions other than the few furs my mother has and the comfort and security I feel with her."
"Would you be willing to be hypnotized as a way for me to possibly uncover any related underlying past problems or unresolved issues?"
"I certainly wouldn't mind at all. Anything to resolve the situation so I can move on to future relationships." The Doctor goes over to the window and closes the blinds to darken the room then goes over standing in front of her in the chair trying desperately to stay focused on the task at hand and not her seductive beauty and fur fidgeting.
"Melinda, I want you to sit relaxed in your chair. You do not have to do or say anything that you do not want to do or that would make you uncomfortable. Is that clear?"
