Re: Patient #23508
The patient described the following fantasy during our session. She finds this highly arousing. Further exploration will be required to understand all dimensions. I have asked her to share all future fantasies during our sessions. The following is a partial transcript of our session in which she describes the fantasy in question:
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I'm sitting on a chair in our bedroom. I'm naked other than a pair of panties.
My husband and I are experimenting with handcuffs for the first time.
He is attaching them to my wrists behind my back. I'm telling him what I want.
"Don't put them on too tight..."
"Don't worry..." he tells me.
I feel the cuffs locking.
We stand.
"When we get on the bed, I just want you to pinch my nipples a little and then kiss them. I just want to feel what it's like. And then I want you to take the handcuffs off."
He chuckles.
"What's so funny?"
He is silent.
"Michael, I asked you what's so funny?"
No answer.
"I'm not joking!"
My voice is rising.
I try to turn to face him.
He holds onto the handcuffs with one hand and puts his other hand on my elbow, preventing me from turning.
"I heard you" he tells me.
But he still won't let me turn!
"What are you doing? Let me go!"
He doesn't let me go.
He starts pulling me backwards towards our dresser.
He's scaring me now.
"MICHAEL! What are you doing??"
He can hear the fear in my voice.
"Just relax..." he tells me, but I'm doing the opposite because he's still making me walk backwards.
I start to struggle against him.
"MICHAEL! This isn't funny!"
He doesn't say anything. We end up at our dresser, which is about eight feet from our bed. He starts to pull down on my wrists.
"Just let yourself go down to the floor."
I am freaking out at this point. He adds another hand pushing down on my shoulder.
"MICHAEL! Stop it! Let me go RIGHT NOW!"
I try to kick him. It's not easy since he's behind me. But I am determined to make him stop pulling me down.
He doesn't. He pulls harder.
I try to stay up on my feet. It doesn't work.
I lose my balance and fall backward. Michael catches me and lowers me to the floor.
I'm screaming my head off now. I wiggle and jerk to try to break free.
He opens a drawer and pulls a thick short rope from it.
"STOP! MICHAEL!! STOP!!!"
He wraps the rope around the chain of my handcuffs and ties it tightly. It's like a triple knot or something.
He takes the other end and ties it around the leg of our dresser. Our dresser is big and heavy. I can't move it with two free hands, let alone in with my hands tied behind my back.
So I end up anchored to the floor.
Michael stands back up. I am still struggling against my restraints, but I am able to sit up on my ass.
As loud as I can scream, I demand that he release me.
He says "when you're ready to talk, we'll talk, until then, that's where you'll stay" and walks out!
He's never talked to me like that. I am in shock. I continue screaming until I realize he's really left me there.
He walks back in after a couple of minutes.
When he walks back in, I scream bloody murder. He walks around as if I weren't there, and then casually says "If you don't stop screaming, I'll pull your panties off you and spank your ass!"
I am in shock!
He leaves the room.
He walks back in a few minutes later. I scream at him again!
"UNTIE ME, YOU ASSHOLE!!!"
Michael walks over to me. After a fierce struggle, he gains control of my legs and pulls my panties off me.
"MICHAEL! NO!!!" I plead and kick.
It is useless. Soon he is standing above me again, twirling my panties in his hand!
"When I come back, I want a respectful tone, or your ass will burn red!"
"How DARE you!" I scream as he walks out.
When he walks in again, his face is serious. It is clear he intends to make good on his promise.
I do not scream.
"Better" he tells me, "but not good enough. I don't even want to see a hint of attitude on your face..." He walks out again.
By the sixth visit, I am broken. I am sitting on my ankles. I watch him walk around a bit, and then, defeatedly, timidly beg him to talk to me.
"Please, Michael" I say, almost in a whisper.
He smiles. It is a giant victory for him. I am always in control in our relationship.
"Good!" he says.
"Michael.... Why???" I ask him calmly.
He smiles again.
"You're tied to the dresser because I have it on good authority that our sex life could be a lot better, and I know someone who will show you how."
"W-W-What do you mean???" I ask with a renewed sense of panic growing in me.
"I'm going to have someone show you!"
I am in shock.
"W-w-what do you mean, show me?!?"
"Right here, I'm going to fuck someone right here in front of you, so you can see what a real fuck looks like, and learn!"
The full meaning becomes clear. I am stunned.
"Michael, you're going to...."
He smiles!
"WHO?!?!?"
He just smiles some more!
"...Michael... NO!"
"Your voice is rising."
"MICHAEL, NO!"
He walks out again.
He is gone for several minutes. When he comes back in, he's wearing nothing but boxers. There is a slight hint of cologne.
He walks up to the dresser and checks himself in its mirror. I look up at him. In a calm voice, I try again.
"Michael, please.... Please don't do this to me!"
He looks straight ahead.
"Please, Michael, I'll do anything you want... just tell me..."
He is not responding.
Suddenly I hear a voice from downstairs.
"Michael?"
My ears shatter into a thousand pieces. It is Kim, my best friend!
"I'm upstairs!" he yells back.
My eyes are as big as grapefruits.
"MICHAEL! Is that... KIM???"
"Yes" he smiles.
I hear her start to climb our wooden stairs.
The thought of Kim seeing me like this is insupportable! The betrayal is incomprehensible!
"MICHAEL! PLEASE!.... NOT... KIM!!!" I beg inconsolably.
His smile widens. He says nothing. The footsteps grow louder as she approaches.
"MICHAEL!.... PLEASE!!!"
It is the worst feeling of helplessness I've ever felt.
"MICHAEL!... PLEASE!... PLEASE DON'T LET HER SEE ME LIKE THIS!"
But it is no use.
Kim steps into our doorway and looks in. She is wearing a long, tight black dress and stilettos. She cannot hide her amusement at my situation. I look away, mortified.
"Well look what we have here!" she says, walking in.
The mockery is too much to take. The picture blurs as tears form in my eyes.
She reaches down and pulls my chin up, releasing one tear to stream down my cheek.
"Look how cute you are all tied up! Isn't she cute, Michael?"
Michael looks at me and nods approvingly. The second tear breaks free and rolls southward.
"Awww... you're crying!" she says, and catches the second tear with a finger.
It deepens the humiliation.
My husband leaves the room. I have one chance to stop this nightmare.
"Kim..." I plead in a hushed tone. "Please... please don't do this to me."
Kim smiles with approval. She thinks about it a second and then speaks.
"I'll tell you what. Try to break free from there. If you break free, I won't fuck your husband!"
There's no way I can break free. She knows it and I know it. But it is my only chance. I have no choice.
"You have 30 seconds..."
I begin to twist and pull on my binds. My tits bounce around.
Kim laughs, delighted by my naked struggle.
Thirty seconds lapse and I am no closer to breaking free. She pinches my chin again and speaks through a wicked smile.
"Not... a... chance!"
Michael walks back in carrying a small bag. He turns on some music. Kim walks to him.
His eyes lock on her as she starts to strip. I am breathless and helpless to stop it.
"Like what you see, Michael?" she purrs.
He nods. A bulge starts in his boxers.
Kim's dress falls to the floor. She kicks it to the side.
She liberates the bra from her body, leaving only her panties.
"You wanna fuck me, Michael?"
Michael scans her entire body with his eyes.
"You wanna fuck me in front of your wife, Michael?"
With both hands,Kim pulls her long hair back and twists her body suggestively.
Michael puts his hands on her hips.
"Yeah, I wanna fuck you in front of my wife!"
His hands reach around and grab her ass. His lips dive onto hers. Her arms wrap themselves around his neck. They pant with their mouths locked.
He slaps her ass.
It is too much to take.
