All characters are 18 years or older. Please vote and comment. I may take a bit of a break to work on my novel. I have some stories in the works. I will finish them when i can. I want to get this book done and together for an editor to read. Wish me luck.
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Part One: The Doctor is in
It was like a drug and I was addicted, to women and to the act of love. No, that's not entirely true. It was the act of lust I desired. I wanted it all the time and anywhere I could get it. Haley preferred sex out of the house in some very interesting places. Lydia, the woman I formerly thought of as my mother, liked it in her bed or up against the wall or in the shower. There had been others, quite a few others but my family had become my core partners.
Spring was in the air. It had been almost three months since Lydia and I had consummated our lust for one another. My quiet life had ended after that night. I had slowly become a more social creature. I went to bars, clubs and hell even nice restaurants. It was my social life that brought the strangeness into my life, not that creating a sex slave collar isn't a little strange.
It began with little things at first. I would take Haley or Lydia to a new place to eat and the Maître D would welcome me back. Once we went to a bar and the bartender slapped me for no apparent reason. People would address me as J instead of Jim or James. I would look at mom or sis and they would shrug when this happened. So one night after a night of drinking and debauchery in the back seat of my car I came home with an idea blazing in my brain.
I took out my cell phone and took a selfie, something I would normally never do. I moved the file to my laptop and did an image search on me. The results changed my life forever. There were images of me but it wasn't me. I was clean shaven and had been most of my adult life. But here was a guy who looked just like me sporting a goatee and some long ass hair. He looked to be a lead singer in a band of some kind. I followed the link to the band's home page.
The band's name was the Silver Tongued Devil. I looked at one of the high resolution pictures of John Najarian and it was me. He looked just like my reflection except the goatee and long ass hair. According to the site they were currently in Europe doing a tour. I began looking into the life of the man that called himself John Najarian. I quickly learned that Najarian was a stage name. I needed to find out who he was and if he was in fact my twin brother.
I would ask dear old mother but tonight was date night and the guy she was seeing would have her out all night, again. He was half her age and fucked like a machine or so she bragged. I was glad she was seeing other people. In the end I only wanted the best for her and sis. Feeling a little depressed I decided to go out and try my luck with finding out about the man who could be my brother.
I drove down to the strip and picked out the most expensive looking restaurant. It had valet parking and I was glad I had put on a nice jacket and a black tie. I pulled up and the young man parking the cars seemed to recognize me. He looked at the car and made a curious face.
"Hey J, is this your mom's car?" He said as I exited. "Oh I get it, you are undercover. I won't say a word."
I walked up to the line waiting to get in and the large Ukrainian fellow waved me through.
"Eet ees good to see you again J," he said in his heavily accented English. I just nodded and strode into the front of the place.
"MARIO..." the thick looking Maître D cried out. "J is here, hey everyone J is back from Europe! Hey J come over here you scoundrel you. Does she know your back? Never mind, we kept your table open just in case, the usual?"
I nodded as I was led to a huge round table with a sign that said 'reserved'. The bottle of tequila and a single tumbler arrived even before my utensils and glass of water. I broke the seal on the unopened bottle and poured a healthy measure into the sky blue tumbler. I sniffed the glass and it had a pleasant almost fruity quality to it. I smiled and took a sip. I had never tasted tequila like this before.
I took a second larger sip and a moment later the warm fuzzies hit me right between the eyes. Oh damn, this shit is strong! I set tumbler and bottle aside. I did memorize the brand and maker for future reference. My food showed up at the same time my knife and fork did. I ate and I could see why John liked eating here. The food was amazing!
"Dr. Thompson," a heavily accented female voice called me by my proper name.
I looked up and I swallowed hard looking up at the ebony skinned beauty. She was a gorgeous mix of Black and Slavic. I smiled and gestured that she should sit. She told me her name was Katja and she desperately needed my help. The maître d walked by and smiled as he passed.
"Doctor I need your help," she repeated and the older man stopped and balked at what she had said.
"No... no... no... young beautiful woman, he is no doctor he is a very gifted singer. Tell her J. Tell her about your band."
"My name is James Thompson, Doctor James Thompson and I believe I am J's twin brother."
"Holy Mary... you must be his long lost brother. Sure you are! Welcome doctor... I am Damian and this is my restaurant. You are welcome here anytime. Your brother is in Europe. He should be back by summer. He will be touring here by then. Take the bottle of tequila as a gift. Yea gods where are my manners. Forgive me young lady, what can I get you to eat and drink?"
She ordered without a menu and that tickled Damian to the core. Katja told me she was a model and did some more risqué jobs on the side. She admitted to a drug problem and needed me to cure her of it.
"How do you intend on paying for this treatment?" I asked and she looked down at the table. "I will help you. We will work something out." I reached into my jacket pocket and took out the collar I had there. I passed it to her. The platinum and sapphire circle was both elegant and beautiful. "Put it on."
"It's very pretty," she said as she placed it around her neck. I leaned over and adjusted the fit. When it was perfect I activated it through the Master Collar around my neck. The loud click as it locked surprised her but once the effects of the collar took hold she relaxed. "I feel really good."
"I'm glad. Snap your fingers three times for me."
She did so and looked down at her hand as if it belonged to someone else. I told her to relax and questioned her about her addiction to cocaine. I asked if she were alone or if she were here with friends. She was alone but she was supposed to meet up with friends later. I asked her to call her friends and tell them that she had run into me and that we would be starting her treatment right away. She was crying she was so happy as she talked to her sister.
"He is going to help me," she said as she wept. "Yes... he is a very good man! No... we are going to work out a payment plan. Yes... I love you too."
"Give me your panties," I said once she was off the phone.
She looked around as she slid her hands under her dress and managed to lift up enough to lose her thong without anyone noticing. Katja passed the item under the table to me. I glanced down and saw how damp a certain portion of the material was.
"You are soaked," I noted and she nodded. "Why?"
"I think it's the necklace. It is making my pussy all wet." She said the word pussy so soft I almost missed it.
"Tell me about your problem Katja."
We talked about the first time she tried cocaine and how it had subsequently ruined her life. I asked her how bad the craving was now. Katja looked at me and I could see the pain. I locked my gaze with her and told her the craving was fading away like so much smoke. As I spoke the desire for the drug became like a bad nightmare. She rocked in her seat and when I touched her hand she woke to find the craving controllable.
"Oh my god," she gasped. "I feel so much better. If there is anything I can do."
"As a matter of fact," I said smiling. "But let's eat first; we are going to need our strength."
"God, I hope so."
We ate and we talked about her problem. I told her that the craving was fading with each bite and each time she chewed. It was the best meal of her life. By the time she was finished her addiction was gone. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she took her last swallow of food. I could tell by the look in her eye that the collar had done its job.
"How do you feel?" I asked.
"I am free of it," she whimpered barely able to keep from flinging her body at me. "I will do anything you want for this."
"You will never touch another illegal drug as long as you live. Do you understand me? Repeat it."
"I will never touch another illegal drug as long as I live!" She said and I turned off the collar.
"How do you feel?"
"I feel like a new born. Ask me for anything and I will do it for you."
"Ever have sex in public?" I asked and she shook her head.
"Here..." she began and I told her no. "... Oh okay, if you want it I'll do it."
We took a walk after our meal and I turned the collar back on. I changed the setting and watched her cheeks flush with color as the pleasure flooded her body. I asked her about sex and soon I knew from her own lips just exactly what she liked to do and have done to her. I slid my arm around her waist and she moaned. When I placed my hand on her ass cheek she almost climaxed right then and there.
"Are you going to fuck me Doctor?"
"After you suck me off," I replied.
