Therapy
Week 2
I sat at the desk completing the notes from my last session with a very unusual trio, Jonathon, Cleo and Charlene had been together for 15 years. It was the most stable 3 person relationship I had ever seen. The balance of a heterosexual male with two bisexual women seemed to be perfect, but it had its difficulties, as anyone who has been in a relationship can tell you, relating with a partner can be hard, Now add another partner. But they handled it well, plus long ago they had seen the need for professional help. So I had a once a month appointment with them, where I basically played referee, as a general rule I didn't say much at all, just listened as they hashed out problems that had cropped up over the last month, it was because my office was neutral territory that kept them coming back.
Glancing at the clock, I saw I still had 15 minutes before Roni's appointment. While I think I'm a pretty good judge of human character, we all have a blind spot around ourselves. We can pickup on other peoples interactions with other people, better than interactions that involve ourselves. I really had no idea how she felt about me. I recognized the interest she had in me from her body language and saw the smokey heat of her eyes when she became aroused, but whether she wanted to act upon those feelings, I didn't know. As for me, all week long, thoughts about Roni had been torturing me, the color of her eyes and how they sparkled when she was happy or excited, the way she tilted her head when thinking, The sprinkling of notes when she laughed, the feel of the soft skin on her arm, the only place I had actual touched, as I led her to her seat. These musings left me light headed, with a bubbly, happy almost surreal edge of excitement.
The real torture was the erotic dreams I had each night. I would wake up sweating, hard and yearning, with only a quick glimpse into what must have been a longer, hotter dream. These bits and pieces of dreams, became the one thought that I'd see over and over through out the day. Roni, with a look of wanting, needing lust, looking up at me and slightly lifting her quivering body as I slowly pull down her panties and get the first glimpse of paradise. The feel and the taste and the wetness of her lower lips and love button as she rubs them all over my face in frantic need, as we tease and please and enjoy each other in a 69. The texture and taste of her nipples and breast as I explore them with my mouth, while Roni rubs her leaking sex against my thigh. But the hardest one was of me burying my shaft into the slippery wetness of her sex and for one long moment of climax, we are one, our needs, our desires, our being, joined as one, as we ride the edge of ecstasy.
The sound of the intercom breaks me from my thoughts and I answer, as Karen, my receptionist, Office Manager and Keeper tells me Ms. Turner has arrived. I tell her to give me 5 minutes, then to send her in, after that she can lock up and go home. I walk into my in-suite bathroom and wash off my face and readjusted my clothing, paying particular attention to my bulge. My previous line of thought had left me hard, adjusting for best comfort and least notice, I returned to my desk.
I know I have my own kinky side, I love to control the pleasure of a woman, to me there is nothing as sweet and fulfilling as using my tongue, hands and body to tease and titillate, until she becomes a mass of need, where feeling my touch becomes her world, where release is worth any price. To bring her to the point of begging and keeping her there as the pleasure builds and ebbs, each time a little higher till at the perfect moment, I allow her release and enjoying her cries, her moans, her total surrender to the pleasures of my touch.
Over the last few months I had come to a decision. While Roni thought a cure for her would be the complete repression of any submissive thoughts, I knew she needed a balance between her submissive side as a compliant, eager to please, sexual being and her public self as a highly competent self-sure woman. I knew I only had three or four sessions with her before I'd be forced to quit being her Therapist, by that time, I planned on being the focus of her sexual submissiveness.
A hesitant knock at the door heralded her arrival, the sudden spike of anticipation and fear filled me as I asked her to come in. As I expected, she was dress in tight jeans that hugged her body and displayed her heart shaped derriere perfectly and a tight striped top that subtlety emphasized her all ready perfect mounds and left her thumbnail sized nipples clearly visible. I crossed my Rubicon.
As I greeted her, I rose and walking to her side, I placed my arm across her back and onto her shoulder and gently but firmly led her to the couch and sat her down. Looking down at her, I looked her firmly in the eyes and after I was sure I had her attention, slowly and intensely, examined her body. From this point forward, I wanted her to know, that in this room, I was completely in charge. While Roni always thought she needed to loose some weight, to me she was perfect. Her breast and rear perfectly balanced, her stomach soft and pliable. I longed to spread her thighs and lay between them with the inferno of her sex warming my groin. I returned my eyes to her face, she was flushed and staring at her lap, her lower lip quivered and her chest pumped in and out as the fabric of her shirt tightened and loosened with each breath.
I sat in my chair upright and dominant, my very demeanor expressing power and confidence. In a voice that left no room for disagreement, I ordered her to lay upon the couch. She quickly kicked of her shoes and lay back. I could see the effects of my actions from the clandestine movements of her pelvis as she squeezed her legs together and the accidental brush of her arm across her nipples, which were visibly larger, as she settled in, under the guise of getting comfortable.
I had decided, I would only give her limited choices during our sessions, I would tailor my questions and her responses, to the path I had already chosen. Yes, this was unethical, but I knew it was for the best, for her and for me. I wouldn't be her Therapist much longer anyhow. I looked at her laying there, waiting, waiting for me to take her, mold her, tweak her wants and needs to the vision that we both would soon share.
Looking at her, I said "Sleep for me Roni", in perfect obedience, her body relaxed and the slight eye flutter you watch for when putting someone in trance, started.
T: "Can you hear me Roni?"
R: "Yesss"
T: "Very Good"
R: "mmmm!"
It was time to begin, this was the last chance I had to quit, to withdraw from what I planned. The last chance for me to retreat back into the desire haunted fantasies that filled me. Back to the lonely wet dreams of existence without her. Is this really what's best for her or only me? As if to answer me, she moaned as the pleasure she was feeling became to much.
I began questioning her, each question leading to another, based on the answers from the previous ones, each answer that led in the direction I wanted, I would reward her. I loved rewarding her. After an hour of this, she was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, her back slightly arched, her nipples hard as diamonds pushing out from her bra and blouse. Her groin moved slowly up and down as if seeking more pleasure.
I had ascertained that it wasn't a major trauma that caused her to respond sexually to domination but a gradual conditioning, her father had been a dominant figure, the boyfriends and lovers, that she had been happiest with, had all been dominant, that plus the poor body image she had of herself resulted in her feeling happiest when being dominated. She would immediately retreat to her submissive mindset when confronted by a confident aggressive person.
Watching her panting and squirming on the couch had kept me excited, now was the time for her first release under my control.
T: "Are you hot, Roni?"
R: "Yesss"
T: "Very Good"
R: "mmmm!"
T: "You know you can only cum when I allow you to?"
R: "Yesss"
T: "Very Good"
R: "mmmm!"
T: "would you like to cum, Roni?"
R: "Yesss"
T: "Very Good"
R: "mmmm!"
T: "Would you like for me to let you cum, Roni?"
R: "Yesss", pleasss Let me cummm!!
T: "Very Good"
R: "mmmm!"
T: "Will you cum just for me, Roni?"
R: "Yesss", pleasess let me cummm for you!!
T: "Very Good"
R: "pleasesss,pleasess, pleasesss cummm"
Watching her getting hotter and hotter, watching her body betray itself as she thrust her sex up at an imaginary lover, waiting for me, waiting on my approval to cum, the pleasure was overwhelming for us both, my climax would be purely mental at this point, but her's would be very physical and very real.
T: "In a moment I going to let you cum, Its going to be the best orgasm you've ever had. It will be so intense you can't keep quiet and the louder you are the more intense it will be."
T: "do you understand, Roni?"
R: "Yesss" cummm bestsss loud pleaesss
T: "Very Good"
R: "mmmm!"
T: "Cum for me Roni"
R: "oh god!! oh God!! yes!! yes!! OH GOD YES THATS SO GOOD YES OH MY GOD, "Yesss", "Yesss", "Yesss", yess, yess, so good, yess"
Watching her thrash around in the midst of her continuing orgasm, pushed me mentally over the edge and I felt the snap, as my mind had what I call a mental orgasm, when the pleasure becomes so great the brain shuts down for a second and my body felt like I had run a marathon. It was delicious.
After recovering for a moment I looked over at Roni, she was sweaty and disheveled with a pleased satiated look, her body sprawled, knees slightly up, legs spread apart, the whole crotch area of her jeans was soaked and the smell of her sex was strong in the air. I longed to bury my head between her thighs and suck and lick up all her delicious wetness, but we still had work to do.
T: "Did you like that, Roni?"