by Selena Kitt
"Nothing to worry about, that's why we're here." Henry swallowed. "Please go on, tell me exactly what you wanted."
"Ok." She adjusted herself in the chair and leaned forward. "I would picture how she'd put her knees on the sofa, resting her arms on the back, you know, facing away from me. Then I'd kneel behind her and lick all of her, but especially right where he was fucking her. And she'd never even look back. She mustn't look back."
"And then?"
"She'd climax. Multiple times. And so would I, just thinking about it. And when George climaxed, I'd clean her out. Or maybe he'd pull out and give it to me. I'm not picky, you see."
Henry squirmed. "Ok, but in the big scheme of things; what did you hope would happen? Did you expect that George having sex with this girl would somehow improve your relationship with him?"
"I don't know," Claudia admitted, settling back into her seat. "But she was cute, and I'd never been used by a girl." Her face followed her eyes fell to the floor. "Still haven't."
"Did you imagine she was prettier than you?"
"Not at all. She was just cute."
"I see. Did you share your desires with George?"
Claudia giggled through a smirk. "I always shared my desires with George. He was never interested in doing anything I wanted—and he was certain she wouldn't be either."
"How did this make you feel?"
"Unloved."
"So, you suggested George and the secretary get together and they did?"
"Yes."
"So then what?"
"I gave him a quick divorce so he could be with her. You think they could have thanked me by giving me my fantasy for one night, wouldn't you?"
"That's not a very traditional way to say 'Thank you', is it?"
"I thought you weren't into tradition," Claudia noted.
"Not for it's own sake, no."
"What would you have done then, if you were in George's shoes?"
"This session is really about you," Dr. Stuart reminded his patient.
"Hey," Claudia started, "I'm the customer and the customer is always right. What would you have done if you were my husband?"
Henry released a long sigh through puckered lips. "I suppose, I wouldn't have married you in the first place if I wanted some prudish type instead. So why did George marry you in the first place."
"Pretty sure it was my tits," said Claudia, leaning forward again. "Now quit dodging the question. If you were my husband, what would you have done?"
"If my wife wanted something weird, I'd have given her what you wanted. I mean, what she wanted."
"Really?" Claudia's eyes sparkled. "Even if it was weird?"
"Yes," Henry said with a nod. "Even if it was weird. Now tell me what happened after you and George split."
With a smile, Claudia again settled into her seat and continued to discuss this and other relationships for the remainder of the session. The more she talked, the more the good doctor was convinced the lady's troubles were deeper than he had ever imagined. Even more disturbing, he found himself enthralled by her explicit recollections. Soon he found himself using the clipboard to cover his groin lest his patient notice his burgeoning interest.
"I think our time is up," Miss Burns declared, interrupting one of her anecdotes.
Dr. Stuart glanced at his watch and stirred. "Indeed it is."
Claudia began to gather her things. "I still don't see as how we're getting anywhere."
"It always seems that way at first," the doctor related. "Don't despair."
"I was just hoping to see some little bit of progress," Claudia said.
"If you want to make a tangible change, perhaps you might consider wearing less makeup for our next session."
"Why?"
"Heavy makeup is sometimes a sign of self-doubt," Henry explained. "I think it might help if you feel comfortable about yourself the way you are."
Claudia tilted her head to one side, "But Doctor, I thought we were here to change the way I am?"
"Well," Henry began, "I was referring to your appearance."
"I don't have any problem with my appearance, do you?"
"No," Henry replied quickly. "I didn't mean to imply that."
"If anything, I'm too pretty."
"What?"
"Guys always want to put me on a pedestal and treat me like a goddess," Claudia related. "But that's never what I want."
"I see."
"Do you think I'm pretty?"
Dr. Stuart paused, unsure how best to answer the question in a professional manner. "Not particularly," he at last responded, knowing it was easily one of the three biggest lies he had ever told.
Much to Henry's surprise, Claudia smiled rather than frowned. "Thank you, Doctor. I'll wear less makeup for the next session. I don't see how it will help, but I don't expect it can hurt either."
"And make an appointment with the receptionist, please."
Claudia smiled. "I know the routine. And do lose the please, will you? It's so trite."
* * * *
The next couple of sessions were routine, as the good doctor continued to try and understand how someone apparently comfortable and happy with herself could so enjoy being mistreated. The more he heard, the more he began to wonder Miss Burns's case was beyond his capabilities. Henry had encountered such situations in the past, but this was different. Before he had been worried about professional image and his perfect record. This time he was concerned about his patient. Then, with some reluctance, he began to accept his feelings went beyond concern.
And he began to wonder if he too, was weird.
By the end of the first month, Claudia had reached a similar conclusion, at least regarding their progress. "It still doesn't seem like we're really getting anywhere," she declared as their fifth session began.
"You may be right," Dr. Stuart admitted. "Rather than focusing on what may have triggered your desire to be dominated, perhaps we should simply explore the desire itself."
Claudia smiled through pressed lips and nodded. "Ok."
"Why don't you tell me about your most exciting moment," Dr. Stuart suggested. "Maybe if we can understand what it is you truly enjoy, then maybe we will learn why."
Claudia's smile broadened. She leaned forward in her chair, rubbing her palms against one another. "My most exciting moment ever was just a few months ago. "I met this guy at a singles bar. We talked a while and I had maybe a little more to drink than I should and I told him what I liked.
"He was interested immediately. And so was I; he was very handsome. He offered to take me home and fulfill my every fantasy, and I gladly accepted.
"As soon as we got to his place, he began to call me all sorts of nasty names, you know: Bitch, Whore, Slut. It was like I was in heaven. Then he ripped my clothes off, not seeming to care that he ruined them. This thrilled me so much; I almost wet myself on the spot! He threw me to the ground by my hair and told me how worthless I was, but that he was going to teach me to be useful in spite of myself.
"He made me suck his cock until it was good and hard and wet! Then he plowed it into my ass. I had been sodomized before, of course, but never like that. I mean, I always enjoyed it, but everyone else always went so slow, and they were always so careful. This time, I felt like I had truly been skewered. I thought he had really injured me. I cried out and he didn't even seem to care. It was so wonderful!
"Then he pulled out suddenly. He grabbed me by the hair and yanked me around, to where I was on my knees in front of him, bringing my face to his cock. Then he said, 'Look what a mess you've made of my cock! Lick it clean, you worthless whore!'
"I looked at his dick, and it really didn't look messy—but I knew where it had been—and he was about to make me suck it! It was so nasty, so vile, so debasing, so, so wonderful! I know it sounds really gross now, even to me, but at the time I was very excited."
Dr. Stuart gulped and put his clipboard in its customary position. "And what was so exciting?"
"Being forced."
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br /> "I don't exactly see how he was forcing you to do anything?"
"When a man gives me direction," Claudia explained, "and I know he means it, well, I not only want to obey, I have to obey."
"Really? And how do you know a man means it."
"I have to give him a test, of course."
"Like what?"
"Disobey."
"And how does a man pass this test."
"By making me do whatever he said, and by punishing me for not doing it."
"And this man, he did these things?"
"Oh, yes!" Claudia said. "That's why I just knew I'd finally found the right man for me."
"Ok. What happened next?"
"Well," began Claudia, "I moved my mouth to follow his instructions and I wondered if he would taste ever so nasty. I almost wet myself again." The young woman squirmed in her chair before she continued.
"Then," Claudia paused to release a mighty sigh. "My body betrayed me. I'm not sure if it was the idea or all the alcohol or maybe just the excitement, but I wretched. I puked, first on his cock and then his floor.
"At first I was distressed; but as soon as my heaves stopped I realized what a blessing in disguise this might be. Surely he would punish me for my misdeed! It was the ultimate test! I was more excited than ever!"
Henry's brow shrouded his eyes. "And this was your most exciting moment ever?"
"Yes." Claudia shifted again in her chair. "But, then, do you know what he said?"
"Hmmm," Henry mused. "How about 'You worthless excuse for a whore! How dare you insult me like that?' I think that would have been appropriate—given the situation, of course."
Claudia's brows bounced upward and her eyes brightened. "Oh! That would have been good!" Then her shoulders slumped. "But he said. 'I'm sorry.' That's all; just a pathetic apology." She sighed and shook her head. "And that completely ruined it all, don't you see? He had taken me to such heights and then, on the brink of what I always wanted, he let me come crashing down.
"Anyway, that's when I decided I needed your help," Claudia concluded. "I'm tired of wanting something I can't have. I'd rather just not want it any more—even if it means being normal."
"Do you really want to be normal?"
"Shouldn't I?"
"That really is your decision."
"Everybody seems to think I should," Claudia noted.
"It's still your decision, not theirs. And everybody is occasionally wrong. You don't seem terribly unhappy with who you are."
"I'm not."
"Then why change at all?" Henry asked. "Have you ever considered simply accepting who you are?"
"Yes!" Claudia exclaimed. "I can accept it—but no one else seems willing to!"
The doctor sat upright on the sofa, his eyes to the floor. For several heartbeats he stared at the carpet before shifting his gaze upward to his patient. "Would you consider completing this session on Sunday?"
"Why Sunday?"
"I have an idea," Henry announced. "But I need to do a bit of research."
Claudia shrugged. "I suppose I can make it."
"Good," Dr. Stuart whispered with a nod. "Noon?"
"Sure," Claudia replied as she stood. "Not like I go to church." She picked up her purse and headed for the door.
Henry smiled. "Me neither." He quickly gathered the paperwork associated with Miss Burns's case and filed them, then picked up the phone and pressed the button for his receptionist. "Jenny?"
"Yes, Doctor."
"I'm ready for Mr. Hayes."
"Very good, sir," Jenny replied. "He's not here yet. Shall I send him in right away when he arrives?"
"Yes," replied Henry. "Please do. By the way, do you have any additional appointments scheduled for Miss Burns?"
"No, sir," Jenny responded. "She didn't ask for one when she left. Shall I make one?"
"No," said Dr. Stuart. "I think we've resolved her case."
"Very good, sir." Jenny replied.
I hope so, Henry thought as he placed the receiver back on the phone. He cast a glance to the chair where Claudia had recently been. He tilted his head as he noticed a dark spot upon the seat.
Dr. Stuart walked to the chair and examined the circular stain. He put his fingers to the fabric and brought them quickly to his nose. At once, his eyes flew wide. He drew the finger away from his face and examined it as if it was a loaded gun. Closing his eyes, he brought the digit back to his nose. With deep deliberate breaths, he relished the musky aroma of feminine arousal.
* * * *
"Hello?" Claudia called as she entered the dimly lit reception area at midday on Sunday.
"In here," Dr. Stuart responded from the office beyond. He appeared over the threshold a few seconds after his words.
"I thought for a minute no one was here," Claudia said.
Henry walked to the exterior door and turned the key. The deadbolt lever swung into place with a substantial click. "No one else is," he announced as he turned to his patient. "Let's get started, shall we."
Dr. Stuart walked into his office and waited for Claudia to move for the chair. "No," he said as she started to sit. "You'll not be using the chair today."
"No?"
"That's right," Henry declared in the calmest of tones. "Today you'll be on the carpet where you belong."
"What?"
"Remove your blouse."
Claudia tilted her head. "What?"
"Remove your blouse. And bra. I want to see your tits."
Her eyes widened for a moment before her lips formed a smile. Her chin shifted upward. "No."
The doctor's hands found hers and she felt him force her fingers to the edge of her blouse. There he wrapped both her hands and his about an edge of the garment before yanking each the opposite direction.
She gasped as buttons flew across the office.
With an abrupt motion Henry released her hand brought an open palm to her face, snapping her head sideways. "You will obey my commands the first time. Now get on your knees where you belong."
Claudia blinked her eyes in rapid succession as the tingling pain warmed her cheeks. "Yes, Doctor." She allowed gravity to take her to a kneeling position while her fingers peeled her blouse from her form.
From above, Henry continued to ogle as she disrobed, slowly revealing every inch of her succulent bosom. "That's a good Slut," he said. "Do you like your new name, Slut?"
"I love my new name, Doctor," Claudia avowed as she placed her bra on the floor beside her. Then she simply sat awaiting further instruction. But none came. She maintained her upward gaze as the doctor leered down upon her. After several seconds, the awkward silence got the better of her. "What do..."
At once, Henry brought his hand again to her cheek, a bit harder than the first time. "Stupid Slut! Who said you could speak?"
Claudia sighed with satisfaction as she once again felt the sting in her cheek. "No one, Doctor," she replied in a detached whisper.
"That's right," Henry said. "Your mouth isn't for talking, is it?"
"No, Doctor."
"What is it for then?"
"Pleasing you, Doctor?"
"Right again," Henry said. "So get my cock out and start pleasing it."
"Yes, Doctor," Claudia replied, her hands already reaching for his zipper. She opened the trousers as if she was unwrapping a gift. Pulling the loosened flaps aside, she pulled down his boxers and freed his already rampant member.
Claudia released a long, satisfied sigh as she beheld his glistening rod. She smiled even more when she saw him already leaking, oozing just for her. She nuzzled the length of the shaft once with her nose before retracing the same path with her tongue.
"Suck on my balls a bit first," Henry ordered.
"Yes, Doctor."
"Quit replying," Henry said. "Unless I ask you a question, you don't need to say anything. When I issue a command, you just do it."
Claudia moved her mouth down and accepted one of his testes between her lips. She rolled the precious orb within her
mouth, nurturing, caressing, and releasing whimpers as she beheld his warmth upon her tongue.
"Stop."
She released his flesh from her lips, leaned back and turned her eyes upward.
"In my professional opinion," Henry began, "there's nothing wrong with you. Now that you're exactly where you long to be, do you think there's anything wrong with you?"
Claudia beamed. "No, Doctor!"
Now that you've tasted my balls on the outside, are you ready to taste what's inside?"
"Oh, yes, Doctor," Claudia begged in a haughty whisper. "May I please?"
"Not that it matters what you want," Henry said. "Start sucking."
Claudia grasped him and brought her tongue up along the underside of the shaft, then slipped her lips over the crown. Henry grunted as her mouth enveloped him. She then began to nurture his head, cradling it between her tongue and the roof of her mouth.
"Stop."
Claudia froze, her eyes wide, his cock motionless between her lips.
"You call that sucking?" Henry asked. "I guess if you want a job done right, you still have to do it yourself."
With that, he grasped the rear of Claudia's head with both hands and shoved his cock beyond her mouth and into her throat, triggering her gag reflex in a most audible fashion.
"That's right," he said. "If you can't suck a cock properly, you can choke on one properly instead. I don't feel your tongue. If you want to remain my patient, you'll have to do much better than this!"
Claudia's eyes watered, but remained wide and bright as she began rubbing her tongue along the underside of the doctor's shaft. She continued to gaze upward even as he began to fuck her face. After less than a minute Dr. Stuart released the grip on his patient's head.
"Now," Henry said in a whisper. "See if you can suck it right."
Claudia resumed her efforts, once again caressing the crown of Henry's cock before devouring it, pushing this most sensitive area across her tongue to the soft cradle at the back of the roof of her mouth. Her cheeks puffed and shrank in rapid succession as she drew upon his shaft.
"Yeah," Henry moaned. "Suck it good and hard, just like that. I'm about to give you a nice reward, but don't you dare consume it until I give you permission."
Claudia somehow managed a smile when his cock began to throb between her lips. Her eyelids fluttered and she emitted a low, "Mmmmm," as the rhythmic streams of semen began to fill her mouth.