Therapist: Memory Maker - Part 2
At 3:00pm, I walked out of my office to meet Emmanuelle in the reception area and bring her back to my office.
"Mrs. Foster is here for your 3:00pm, doctor," Gabrielle, my secretary, said from behind her desk turning towards me with her hands in her lap. She had her computer in front of her, her phone nearby.
"Thank you, Gabrielle," I said, smiling. "Mrs. Foster, are you ready?" I asked the woman seated in the waiting room.
"Yes. Certainly," Emmanuelle said, setting a magazine aside and standing. She straightened her outfit, a blouse and skirt ensemble that really accentuated her figure, and walked towards me.
I turned to let her lead. "Thank you Gabrielle," she said as she passed by the receptionist's desk.
"Certainly Mrs. Foster. Any time." Gabrielle immediately went back to her computer work.
I followed Emmanuelle into my office and closed the door behind me just as she was sitting on the couch. I grabbed my notepad and pen from my desk and moved to sit in the comfortable chair next to her. "How have things been going since our last session?" I asked.
"Well, no real improvement I guess," she said, looking down as she played with her fingers in her lap.
"Oh... I'm sorry to hear that," I said sympathetically.
"He's just... uninvolved... I guess you could say," she said. "He stands back and has me do everything. He does what I ask... sometimes... but that's about it."
"Why do you say 'sometimes'?" I asked.
"Well, as you know, he certainly isn't taking care of business in the bedroom," she said, looking at me with sad, desperate eyes. "No matter if I ask or not. It's like he doesn't know what to do. It's very frustrating."
"That's not good," I said. "A husband definitely needs to take care of his wife. I'd hoped we made more progress by now."
"It's been three months since we've had sex!" she said, terribly frustrated.
"Wow... I can't even imagine," I said. "Especially being married to a woman like you. How does that make you feel?"
"I'm frustrated as hell!" she said loudly. "I feel like my pussy is going to shrivel up to nothing." A few seconds later, she calmly apologized. "I'm... I'm sorry for saying it like that, doctor. That was inappropriate."
"No, that's ok," I said, reassuring her that whatever she said or felt was ok in my office. "You should feel free to express yourself fully in here. It's a safe place for you and I don't want you to feel you can't say what you need to say."
"Well, thank you," she said. "It just doesn't feel right to talk like that."
She was such a good, kind-hearted woman. It was a shame that Jake had stopped giving her attention. That was the reason they'd started to see me, so I wasn't too ashamed about their current state. But I did have a hand in making it a little worse. I had my own plans for Emmanuelle and Jake.
"I know you get frustrated... and that's not good," I said. "This whole situation is just not fair to either one of you. I know, you're trying to be a good wife and I know he wants to be a good husband. There's just something between you that's not working right now."
"Yeah," she said softly.
"Jake mentioned that he set up a date night with you last weekend," I said. "Tell me about it."
"Yes... he did," she said, suddenly perking up. "We went out to dinner at Michel's, my favorite restaurant. And we had a wonderful time. Then we went dancing and... it was the best time ever. We haven't done anything like that in ages. I was... I was in heaven, frankly!"
"That sounds wonderful!" I said. "It sounds like there's a 'but' in there somewhere, though."
"Unfortunately. It was so wonderful and he was so attentive and fun that... honestly, I wanted to have sex with him," she said excitedly. "It had been so long. We got home and I changed into a red-lace teddy that Jake bought for me several years ago. He loves that lingerie, too. And I waited for him in the bedroom."
"And... what happened?" I asked.
"He just... he... he wouldn't come in," she said, obviously frustrated. "He looked embarrassed or ashamed for some reason and just stood in the doorway looking at me. Then he just turned and walked away. I couldn't believe it."
"What did you do?" I asked.
"I just said to hell with him," she said, unapologetically. "And I just took care of myself."
"Took care of it yourself?" I asked, for clarification. "You mean you... masturbated?"
"Yes. I masturbated. I figured I'll make myself cum if he won't. I've caught him masturbating enough. It's my turn."
"With a sex aid or...?" I asked.
"Yes," she admitted, sounding a little embarrassed. "I used a rubber... toy."
"And what was Jake doing at this time?" I asked.
"I caught the fucker just watching from the doorway," she said, sounding surprised and angry. "He can watch me fuck myself, but he won't fuck me. What... what kind of man does that? What's wrong with him?" She stopped for a moment, thinking. "What's wrong with... me... that he... he... doesn't want me?"
"Your issues and how you resort to satisfying your frustration is certainly not ideal in any way," I said. "I truly hope we can fix this and really get your marriage back on track again."
She lay on the couch. I wasn't sure, but I had the impression she was crying, one moment blaming Jake and the next blaming herself but not understanding why.
"Emmanuelle... trance," I said.
"I am a mindless sex object who loves to cum for her master", she repeated as her hand slid between her legs and up under her skirt. I could see her start to touch herself as her other hand moved her skirt up to give her more access. "I am a mindless sex object who loves to cum for her master," she said again and again as she went deeper and deeper into her trance. I could hear her breath catch again and again as she got to the edge of an orgasm and pulled back. She wasn't allowed to cum in trance until I allowed it. I used her edging over and over as a control mechanism, to make her want to deepen her trance. She knew in the end she'd be allowed to have a wonderful release.
When she was fully entranced, she stopped talking and barely whispered her mantra. I was kind of enjoying watching her play with herself, but I knew I could have far more fun.
"Emmanuelle? Can you hear me?" I asked.
"Yes," she said softly, almost a whisper.
"Tell me about how you masturbated last weekend, after you came home from your date with Jake."
"I wanted to be really satisfied so I took my large, rubber dildo from my bedside drawer," she said softly.
"I know you need a large cock to fully satisfy you," I said.
"I do... it feels so wonderful to be filled with it," she said almost dreamily. "Stretching my pussy... I was laying on my back at first, pushing it inside me with both hands. I didn't even need lube... I was so... wet. Then I turned around and got on my knees, and pushed it in so deep from there."
"Show me," I said. "Show me what you did." She knelt on the couch, facing sideways, her knees wide. She dropped her head to the cushion, arched her back, and lifted and pushed her hips back to get into a wonderful position for doggy style. Her ass was facing me and I watched her fingers slide back between her legs and slide into her pussy, two then three thrusting in and out.
"What do you think about when you masturbate like that?" I asked.
She giggled. "You," she said, sounding embarrassed. "I think about you thrusting into me, doing whatever you want to me, treating me like a sex toy. I think that the dildo is your big, hard cock, sliding into me again and again, stretching my pussy wide open, making me cum."
"Good girl," I complimented her, making her shiver in pleasure. "You think about my cock often, don't you?"
"Yes," she said as if dreamily thinking about it now.
"Emmanuelle, I want you to continue to masturbate for me," I said. "I want you to repeat your mantra knowing that every time you say it, you get more and more physically aroused."
She pushed three fingers into her wetness and repeated her mantra, "I am a mindless sex object who loves to cum for her master." Over and over she teased herself, plunging into her wetness one moment and the next circling her fingers over her clit. All the while her face betrayed her desire and need.
"You're so close now," I whispered. "Your pussy is throbbing. Your pussy is aching... throbbing. Now, cum for me and go even deeper into your trance."
She came, her entire body shaking, her juices flowing out of her pussy and down her legs. She was the perfect, little, mindless, sex object. I couldn't ask for a better subject.
"Emmanuelle... did that feel good?" I asked.
"Yes," she giggled softly.
"Does your pussy feel good?"
"Yes," she giggled again.
"Good," I said. "I want you to listen very carefully to me. Can you do that?"
"Yes."
"Every time you look at me, in or out of the office, you'll feel your pussy throb just like it was when you started masturbating for me," I said softly. "You'll feel a deep, deep need for me... and you'll know that I can satisfy every sexual need you have."
"Deep... need...," she whispered.
"That's right. You know deep down that my cock is so big that it will fill you like none other. It will touch you in places that you only dream about."
She giggled, thinking about it. "So... big..."
"Now I want to go back into your memory, Emmanuelle," I said. "I want you to remember a time when you were young and in college... your first year. Do you remember that?"
"Yes," she said softly.
As I spoke, her mind started creating the scene, like a movie in her head. She remembered it like a long-lost memory.
"That was the first time you realized that you needed a large cock to be satisfied," I said. "Do you remember when you went to that dance club? It was a Friday night and you and your girlfriends wanted to blow off some steam. You dressed so seductively... so slutty. You were hoping a guy would notice you. You were hoping to do more than dance, weren't you?"
"Yes," she said with certainty. "I wanted more than just dancing..."
"Do you remember meeting that older guy?" I said, setting the stage. "You were so happy he chose you instead of your friends. You danced with him a little and were so turned on by him. After dancing, you went to a table to drink and talk and flirt. You enjoyed teasing him... showing him how sexual you could be, weren't you?"
"Yes... I enjoyed flirting," she whispered.
"And he came on to you," I said.
>> "You know," the man said as loud as he dared over the
>> music, bending forward, his mouth close to your ear.
>> "Maybe... I can help you out."
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>> "With what?" I giggled, playing coy.
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