Psychologist Dr. Margaret Haines--Maggie to her friends-- was laying on the floor of her office, just in front of her desk. She was on her stomach, naked, with her right wrist tied to her right ankle and her left wrist tied to her left ankle. At first she had kept her legs together in an attempt to protect her modesty, but her muscles quickly gave out. Since then her legs had been splayed open, making what she knew was an obscene display of the most intimate parts of her body. Maggie felt the worst thing, though, was that her hair had been pulled back and tied into a ponytail with a length of rope that ran from the ponytail down her back and the crack of her ass, then between her labia and back up to her ponytail. The tension of the rope made her arch her back and kept her head and upper chest pulled up and back. The final indignities were a red rubber ball gag that was lodged firmly in her mouth, held in place by a strap fastened behind her head, and a note taped to her bottom.
As she laid there feeling like a trussed turkey, the rope in her crotch rubbed against her labia and clit. She tried to lay still, but she was desperate to relieve the pressure of the rope against such sensitive areas so she kept rocking from side to side. The resulting stimulation wasn't enough to give her an orgasm, but kept her on the edge and caused her vagina to secrete a steady flow of lubricating fluids that pooled beneath her while she moaned softly.
Trying to keep her mind off the rope, Maggie thought about how she had gotten to this point. It all started when she began seeing a patient named Stacy Weaver. Stacy had been required by a judge to get counseling after she was arrested following a bar fight. She raped and beat Maggie twice in the office--the second time with the help of Maggie's secretary, Carol, who turned out to be Stacy's roommate and long-time friend. Then Stacy began to take over her life. Maggie's intellectual side wanted her to take action and get out of the situation somehow, but the rapes and beatings had left her fearful of Stacy and Carol, and destroyed Maggie's confidence and self-esteem. As a result, her emotional side just wanted to give up and allow Stacy to do whatever she wanted.
Her emotional side won out, and she didn't resist when Stacy began telling her what to do and when to do it. Then Stacy surprised Maggie by taking an interest in some of her patients. She insisted on sitting in on certain patients' sessions, having Maggie introduce her vaguely as a "colleague." Of course, it was a perverted interest. Stacy didn't care about helping the patients--she wanted to manipulate them, and watch the results.
One of the patients Stacy was interested in was a man in his mid-thirties named Jim Smith. He was seeing Maggie because he was addicted to bondage pornography, and it was taking over his life. Every time he saw an attractive woman--at the office, at a store, even newscasters on television--he fantasized about tying them up and playing with their naked bodies. Stacy thought it would be entertaining to give him an opportunity to play with Maggie, so a half hour before his appointment time this morning she and Carol had made Maggie strip and then tied her up. They had laughed as they taped a note to her ass, without telling her what it said. Mr. Smith was now due for his appointment any moment.
Maggie heard her office door open, and then heard Carol say "Go on in, Mr. Smith. Dr. Haines is ready for you." The door closed and Mr. Smith moved forward a couple of steps before stopping suddenly. "What the fuck??!! What is this??" He stared at the naked woman on the floor and then quickly looked around to see if anyone else was in the room. Not seeing anyone, he approached the woman slowly, taking in the ropes and the bright red ball in her mouth. Then his own mouth opened in astonishment. "Dr. Haines??" With her hair pulled back, her mouth distorted by the ball and being naked, he hadn't recognized her for several moments. "What's going on?" He immediately realized that she couldn't answer his question, but then he saw the note on her ass. He walked over to her, bent down and peeled off the note. As he did so he couldn't resist rubbing his fingers on her bare skin, and he noticed her flinch at his touch.
Standing up, he read: "This is an exercise to see if you can control your urges. If you can, wait ten minutes and then go back out to the reception area. If you can't, you have permission to do anything you want with Dr. Haines as long as you don't leave physical marks on her." He couldn't believe it. This was his fantasy come to life. He stood between Maggie's legs staring at her pussy and ass, and then slowly walked around to look down at her upturned face, which was beet red. She had felt herself flush when she thought about what he was seeing when he stood between her legs.
With a smirk on his face Smith said, "You always looked so professional in your crisp white blouses and dark suit jackets and skirts, and you acted professional too. Now look at you--you're just a naked female, and you kinda look like a whore with that ball in your mouth, drool running down your chin and your legs spread. So you know I can't resist playing with you."
As he crouched down next to her, Maggie desperately tried to speak, but she could only make garbled sounds--"Ah unh, ah unh!!" He pushed his hands down between her body and the floor and grabbed her breasts. As he squeezed them and thumbed her nipples she cried out, "Aahh!! Aahh!!"
As he continued to squeeze and fondle her breasts he exclaimed, "I had no idea you were hiding such a great body, Doc. Your tits are great! Nice and plump!" Maggie groaned and continued to make unintelligible sounds. His hands were making her twist and rock, which in turn caused the rope to cut deeper into her crotch and rub against her clit. She could feel her crotch and the floor underneath her get wetter and wetter, and then she felt an orgasm begin to stir deep in her belly.
With the rope keeping her head tilted up and back and his face less than a foot from her own, they stared at each other in a strange intimacy as he continued to grope her breasts. Then the orgasm erupted. Her eyes grew wide, her nostrils flared and then her body jerked as it swept through her. Grinning at her, he said "Why Doc--did you just cum? I think you're enjoying this as much as I am!"
Maggie was mortified. To have a patient witness such a personal moment was beyond embarrassing. Now that he had seen her naked and have an orgasm she didn't think she would ever be able to face him again, let alone counsel him.
Finally letting go of her breasts, he moved back between her legs. That's when he noticed a large vibrator dildo, anal beads on a hard plastic shaft about five inches long and a tube of gel laying off to the side. He smiled broadly and then kneeled down. "What nice toys you laid out for me--you must have been hoping I would play with you." Maggie didn't know what he was referring to, but she knew whatever it was had been left by Stacy and Carol.
Maggie felt his finger move down her crack and then pause at her anus, rubbing it. She bit into the ball gag in frustration--she had never felt so helpless, and it was killing her. He could touch her most private areas as much as he wanted, and she couldn't do anything about it.
The finger moved to her labia, which were swollen and very sensitive after being rubbed by the rope for so long. She whimpered as he pushed the rope aside and pinched and pulled at her folds, and then spread her lips wide. "What a nice, pink pussy! And look how wet you are--you're flowing like a faucet!"
Maggie felt him spread her ass cheeks and then his tongue was licking at her labia. She made a squealing noise and then let out a loud cry of "Ahh!!" as he pushed his tongue inside her. He licked and nibbled at her for a moment and then stopped. She sighed in relief, but then she felt him rubbing gel on her asshole and realized it must have been one of the things he found next to her. Knowing what it meant, she panicked but all she could do was rock her hips and ass up and down while crying out "Unn uh! Unn uh!!" The next thing she felt was a hard, round object that he pressed against her small hole. Her sphincter resisted for a few moments but the pressure was too great. When it slid into her she let out a loud grunt of pain but that didn't stop him--he immediately began pressing another, larger bead against her anus. When it slid into her she let out another loud cry, and as he moved it back and forth inside her she kept yelling "Ahh! Ahh!"
Maggie made even louder noises when he pushed another, larger bead about the size of a large marble into her, and her eyes watered with the pain. Then he slid two fingers into her pussy, making her feel stuffed. When he began pulling the beads almost out of her ass while thrusting his fingers forward into her pussy, and then reversing the action--pushing the beads deep into her while pulling his fingers back--she thought she would lose her mind. She was essentially getting fucked in both holes at once, and she could feel his fingers rubbing against the beads.
He began moving the beads and his fingers faster and faster, causing Maggie to feel intense sensations she had never felt before. As she gasped for air she began blowing snot bubbles, and drool poured out of her mouth and ran down her chin and chest as she grunted "Huh! Huh!" over and over every time he pushed the beads deep into her ass. Then to her great shame she exploded with another orgasm. Her body contracted, yanking her head even further back for a moment, and her hips jerked. As the orgasm subsided her body relaxed, and she made a sound like air escaping from a balloon.
Smith laughed and said, "Well, you really enjoyed that, huh Doc?"
He got up and moved to stand in front of her face again. Looking down at her he said, "Now it's time for you to do something for me, Doc." As he said this he unzipped his fly, took out his cock and slowly waved it back and forth just above her face. Maggie stared at it with a horrified expression, knowing what he wanted her to do. When he reached down and removed the ball gag from Maggie's mouth she immediately started to say "No", but when she opened her mouth to speak he used the opportunity to push his cock in.
"Nomph!" His cock wasn't unusually long but it was fat, and almost filled her mouth. He pressed it to the back of her throat, making Maggie gag, and then slowly pulled it back, sliding it along her tongue. He moved a little closer to Maggie and then slammed his cock forward again, this time going down her throat. Unfortunately for Maggie, her head was at just the right angle for this. As she sputtered and gagged, she again had an overwhelming sense of vulnerability and helplessness.
Smith began to fuck Maggie's mouth at a steady pace, thrusting forward and pushing his fat cock as far down her throat as he could, pausing a moment to savor the feeling and then pulling back slowly before driving forward again. Maggie tried not to pass out every time his cock blocked her throat, and when he pulled back she swallowed repeatedly as large amounts of saliva and Smith's pre-cum built up. He was already very excited, and with the swallowing action making her mouth and throat constrict around his cock he couldn't hold out for long. Suddenly, with his cock jammed in her throat again, he gasped "Oh Fuck!" and then his body jerked as he ejaculated. Thick gobs of cum slid down her throat, making Maggie cough and gag as she struggled to breathe and swallow at the same time. He finally pulled back, pushed forward slowly one more time and then pulled his cock out of her mouth.
