We first met Doctor Robyn in Chapter 16 of the Hanson House series. She also starred in her own sequel.
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One week later, Ruth was in Cynthia's apartment again. It was a week night -- Cynthia had insisted on that because the good Doctor had decided the older woman needed to be pushed still further. Special arrangements had been made.
"She still doesn't understand what is being done to her," Robyn had explained to Cyn. "We need to reinforce the fact she will get sexual pleasure every time she submits. But I need to take away her inhibitions. You made a great start. This time Roy will help us take her further."
Not content with the GoPro footage alone, Robyn had decided to be present that night. She was already there when Ruth arrived.
"Don't mind me," she assured her patient cheerily. "I am just here to observe."
Cynthia reminded Ruth of the agreement -- the older woman was required to obey totally and to do everything asked of her that night.
"This is what you chose," Robyn chimed in. "You took that collar because you like to do as you're told. No matter how dirty it gets."
Ruth regretted signing the contract more than ever. But it was far too late. Besides, there was something magical about hearing those words -- "do as you're told". The conservative older woman still had no idea why those words moved her so deeply. But everything the Doctor said was true. Ruth was frightened and excited all at the same time.
They had her naked and on her knees, already wearing her collar, when there was a knock at the door. She took fright at the sound --she'd not been warned there would be an audience that night.
"Please... I'm not ...I can't..."
"Quiet," hissed Cynthia.
Ruth instantly fell silent. She did want to do as she was told. Thanks to the good Doctor, she was learning that obedience brought rewards, pleasure -- dirty, forbidden sexual release of a kind she'd never imagined.
Her eyes went wide as Robyn admitted a man. Younger than her, plain-looking but with a powerful body. Ruth instinctively moved to cover her nakedness with her hands. But Cynthia saw that and slashed at her bottom with the riding crop. Ruth needed to learn what was expected -- she was to be totally obedient and fully available. She was left, on her knees, naked and presented to this stranger.
For her part, Ruth wished a large hole would appear and swallow her up. She'd used so much courage to confess her terrible fantasies and now, here, were three people who all knew what she did and what she thought about. That was even worse than the fact that a strange man was looking at her nude body with obvious delight.
The man - she didn't even know his name yet -- admired her breasts at first and commented on the "juicy arse" she showed all too well. For a woman in her early fifties, Ruth was in good shape and the size of her tits was set-off nicely by her shapely figure. She had a smallish waist and her hips curved nicely for a woman of that age. Cynthia brought her upright, still kneeling, and she and Roy each delighted in taking handfuls of those firm udders.
"You were right," said Roy with a grin. "She is a hot bitch."
In fact, Roy was only "in" on the scene to the extent that he understood Ruth was to be obedient and to be used sexually. He'd been told only scant details of her fantasies and his only role was to help with the sexual humiliation of this conservative, older woman. Roy took advantage, grabbing handfuls of Ruth's tits and weighing the flesh in his hands.
Ruth wanted to recoil. How could a man touch her like that, knowing she was married? She felt incredibly vulnerable. Only two men had touched her breasts before this night. But she liked the way responded as her boobs were mauled by this dirty brazen fellow.
"See?" said Cyn with a wicked grin. "I told you they were good."
Doctor Robyn, too, enjoyed the sight of those ample breasts. But she didn't suckle on them as Cynthia and Roy did and nor did she pinch and pull on the hard, tiny nipples.
Roy played his part well. He ran his hands over Ruth's body, enjoying the curves of the older woman. He even gave her rump a little pat, impressed that Ruth had made an effort to stay in shape. Then he placed his hands near the top of her thighs. With a little flick he signaled that she was to part her legs for him. Ruth, stunned by her predicament, realised that she was ready to obey. Knowing that the Doctor wanted it, she let her legs move apart. To her horror, she felt the stranger run his fingers along the cleft of her sex.
The patient gasped in horror. A part of Ruth, the "old" Ruth, hated the way they touched her. And hated their horrid comments about her body. But she was wearing her collar. Weirdly, Ruth felt more comfortable with the collar. It made her feel low and disgusting. It signified her depravity. But, as Doctor Robyn had shown in her office, the collar was a choice that Ruth had made. Somehow it was connected to the things she had dreamed of. Therapy had given her the most wonderful sexual pleasure. She wanted more and knew there was no alternative for her now except to be a dirty, depraved slut. She tried to forget her marriage.
"Come on little bitch," ordered Cynthia with a yank of the leash. "Some more walkies and then Roy can use you."
The older woman had never imagined being so cheapened, so humiliated. Having this strange man in the apartment was awful. But the heavy collar was a relief -- this was therapy and she was being forced. Doctor Robyn had assured her that this was the best way to deal with her problems. "Do as you are told" had been the command.
As she looked across, she saw Robyn removing Roy's cock from his jeans. Strictly speaking, Roy's cock should have been off-limits to the good Doctor. Once "straight", now married to a woman, Robyn knew a good cock when she saw one. But the deal with her wife was that cocks were permitted only as part of giving therapy. She usually managed to indulge her passion at "those parties" thrown by the Carvers -- her wife didn't want to know what happened on those nights.
