We first met Doctor Robyn in Chapter 16 of the Hanson House series. She also starred in her own sequel.
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The next week, Ruth found herself standing naked in front of a stranger. Disrobing while being watched had been worse that first time with Doctor Robyn. Ruth hated it -- she was past fifty and thought of herself as a loyal, demure wife. But she was unable to resist. She had signed that contract and, more than that, somehow she was starting to learn she enjoyed being obedient to strong-willed women.
Cynthia (Cyn to her friends) cast a wicked eye over her new charge. She liked the look of this one -- older but in good shape, just as Robyn had said. Her legs were shapely from lots of walking. Her butt was well-rounded and firm. Cynthia noted that this one had done her best to keep herself attractive. That was for the benefit of her husband, of course. Most of all, Cynthia enjoyed looking at Ruth's heavy, pendulous breasts that were still so firm and round.
"Only been to bed with two men?" she demanded to know. "Never done anything sexual with a woman?"
Ruth tried to respond but her embarrassment made that hard. She, in turn, was sizing-up Cynthia. A short, plump Chinese woman in her late twenties, Cynthia looked startling in her skimpy bra and G-string with her high, black stockings finished off with stiletto heels. Ruth also noticed the riding crop the younger woman carried so casually.
"Well," Cynthia was saying, "you're not here for pleasure anyway. You're here to learn a few lessons."
She reached up and fondled those huge tits. In her small hands, they looked even larger. Robyn had briefed her fully on what to do.
"This new patient has a good sexual response," she'd told Cynthia. "Happily, she is not past her sexual peak. But she does have a serious problem."
According to the good Doctor, Ruth's perverted fantasy of sex with strangers was not the real problem. What was really troubling this woman was a deeply repressed desire to be controlled -- to submit and to be used. Of course, Ruth had no idea of this or even what label to use for her urges.
"You're the therapist," Cynthia had said. "You know if she is up for some filth and perversion. But do you really think she'll have a gangbang?"
"I want to help this woman," the Doctor had replied. "I am certain that she only needs to live out her fantasies to get beyond her torment. But its important to proceed with some caution. She will need to learn that she can get pleasure from being degraded and humiliated. That's where you come in, my dear."
The two women were not lovers but their relationship had proven to be very beneficial for them both.
"Push her hard for these next two sessions," she had asked. "I'll make my assessment from watching the GoPro footage."
Cynthia squeezed those big tits and then pinched the nipples. She was delighted by the gasp that elicited.
"I know Doctor Robyn makes you strip for her. When you are with me, I'll keep you naked the whole time."
Ruth didn't mind that so much. What worried her was the unknown of what Cynthia had planned for her.
"Down... on hands and knees," ordered Cynthia.
Ruth did not hesitate. Her first sessions with the good Doctor had softened her up, prepared her for obedience. Ruth liked being obedient and she liked to please. With the tiny Cynthia it was even easier because she had that fierce countenance -- and the riding crop.
"I know all about your ideas of fucking men," Cynthia said firmly. "I don't care about men. There are no men here. So, you will do as I say. You are my pet."
The words shocked the older woman. This was more degrading and humiliating than anything the Doctor had made her do. Ruth wondered whether she would cry just as she had in front of Robyn. She was shocked even more when Cynthia slipped a heavy leather collar around her neck. Ruth saw that it had a short leash attached to it -- there was no avoiding the meaning of the leather strap that was attached to the collar. She muttered a plaintive "please" to her tormenter and then Cynthia really kicked off the next phase of her therapy.
"You are a bitch now," she told Ruth. "Like a dog in heat."
Cyn ordered Ruth to stay on her hands and knees and, with a series of firm tugs on the leash, soon had Ruth following her around the apartment. The younger woman enjoyed that very much. She wasn't exactly cruel but she enjoyed dishing out harsh treatment to willing submissives or to anyone who enjoyed being abused and humiliated. She'd never really thought about sex with a woman as old as Ruth. But there was no disputing how good Ruth looked with her firm arse and those big tits swaying in time to her awkward movements.
For Ruth, the situation was obvious. She'd confide to Doctor Robyn about her sick fantasies of being tied up and made animal-like for a gang of lustful men. It was horrible to think that she was being made to act out those fantasies. And with a young woman -- a stranger. She began to wish that it would all end in a few moments and that this other woman would release her. But Cyn had her instructions from the good Doctor.
"Told your husband what you dream about?" demanded Cynthia. "No, I didn't think so. Well, he'll never know. Lucky for you there are other sick and perverted people who can help you."
Ruth was a confused mess, wondering how this could be good for her, as "therapy" should be. She was being led about like an animal. A "bitch on heat" she'd been called. What Cynthia said next felt even worse.
"You're a hot bitch. Men will want to fuck you."
Ruth had no idea what that meant but it sounded frightening. She was uncomfortable trying to "walk" on her hands and knees. But Cynthia was keeping a tight hold on the leash and almost dragging the older woman around the apartment.
"You like showing your arse off. Showing your dirty married cunt. Making them turned on for you."
Ruth wanted to deny it -- surely it could not be true. But she was speechless. And confused. The therapy with Doctor Robyn was making her question whether she did enjoy making her body an object of sexual desire.
Cynthia kept leading the older woman about, continuing her commentary. Ruth was a "slut" and a "filthy bitch". Her knees were aching and her ears were burning from the filthy language. Ruth wanted to protest. Most of all she wanted to escape. Ruth was sure she did not deserve to be treated like this.
Then Cynthia placed her tablet in front of Ruth. A video started playing and Ruth could not contain her gasp of horror. The video was a short clip, looped over and over. It showed two large men fucking a tiny woman - one male mounting her from behind and thrusting furiously. The video confirmed her humiliation and shame. Her secret was out and Ruth felt tears in her eyes.
"That whore is going to cum. So are you," said Cynthia with a wicked grin. "Touch yourself, bitch. Like you do for Robyn. Touch your cunt and make yourself cum for me."
Ruth was angry, confused and ashamed. She was a married woman and mother. She didn't want to play with herself in front of this strange young woman. But, as Cynthia said, it was just as she'd done in the doctor's office. Perhaps if she did this one thing Cynthia would release her and she could flee. And she did want to please this perverted young woman.
Ruth started to touch herself right then. It was awkward since she was still on hands and knees. Cynthia pushed the tablet right under her face. There was sound - Ruth could hear the breathing of the men as they penetrated the tiny woman, fucking over and over. She'd learned that masturbation was easy. To her surprise, it wasn't hard to do it in front of another woman.
It felt good. Watching the men fuck was turning her on. Her body was responding. She tried to ignore her predicament, focusing only on her masturbation. That was all part of the plan -- not that Ruth realised it. But there was freedom. Her fantasies were wicked and forbidden but she had no need to hide them from Cynthia. She imagined that it was her the large man was mounting. Her orgasm rose and she even moaned aloud as she felt her release. It was so wicked, so depraved. She felt her shame once more.
Cynthia was not done, however. She had her orders and, recognising the signs, went behind and shoved two fingers into Ruth's wet cunt.
"Let's test her sexual response," the Doctor had ordered.
Cynthia liked the sound of that and started to finger-fuck the older woman, resuming her stream of abuse.
"Take it bitch. Cum like a dog. Let that big cock fuck your dirty, married cunt. Yeah, he's mounting you like the bitch you really are."
As Cynthia expected, it worked. She jammed her fingers hard into the older woman's cunt as the video kept looping around. Ruth was unable to control herself, despite the shock of being touched sexually by another woman. She'd always assumed it was "wrong" and "dirty". But Cynthia knew just how to touch a woman. Ruth felt a third and fourth orgasm smash through her body and she surrendered to Cyn and her first ever taste of multiple orgasms. She lost control of her body, wailing at the most tremendous release she had ever experienced. And it was only when the older woman collapsed to the floor that Cynthia let her be. The therapy was over for that day.
Ruth felt shame anew.
"I've never ...well, how disgusting..."
The truth was that making love to her husband had never delivered more than a single climax. That was all she'd ever expected. Ruth just did not know how to process the idea she'd had multiple orgasms -- and at the hand of a woman.
Cynthia watched as the older woman recovered from her climax. She enjoyed the sight of those big tits heaving. She was small busted herself but she knew why men generally preferred larger tits. Cyn already had plans for those. But there was something else she had to take care of right now.
Cynthia fetched a large metal bowl and, with a bang, put it on the floor in front of Ruth.
"Piss in that," she ordered the older woman.
Ruth could not believe what she was hearing. Cynthia repeated the instruction.
"Piss in that. I know you'll need to relieve yourself before you go. You will squat and piss in that bowl."
Naturally, Ruth protested. She could not possibly do anything so horrible. But she was too afraid of Cynthia to do anything else. Of course, her tormentor was insistent. The older woman slowly, dutifully took up position. Nothing happened but she stayed in position. Ruth knew her bladder was full and she would have loved to empty it but not like this. Was there no limit to the degradations this young woman could impose on her?
Finally, Cynthia could wait no more. With a groan of exasperation, Cyn moved the bowl and squatted above it herself.
"Its not hard," she said sternly.
Ruth could only watch in amazement as Cynthia parted her knees and released her own pee. It was a hot and golden stream that came through the flimsy G-string and splashed loudly into the metal bowl. Ruth felt disgust and wonder that the younger woman could do something so brazen and, seemingly, enjoy it. The bowl was pushed back under Ruth.
