[Unorthodox 01.0] Unorthodox Therapy

by Lilah E. Noir

  Thomas was having the time of his life while I was suffering and trying to run a company. His sadism reached new heights every day. He didn't lack imagination when it came to creating different ways to keep me on my toes. I was constantly looking around the hallway on my way to the office, wondering if anyone could catch a whiff of my sodden sex. It was necessary to keep my blazer on the whole time so my hard nipples wouldn't be on display.

  How long would I last before I went insane and stopped caring about my dignity? Those five days could have been five years.

  “Lina?” Katie cleared her throat and took another sip of tea. We were in my office kitchen, enjoying a short break for an afternoon drink. I wished I could have something much stronger than plain black coffee. It was Friday and I was supposed to go to Thomas's house tonight. If I were lucky, I'd finally be free of the painful throbbing of my clit. I'd get to feel his strong hands on my ass as he put me on my knees so his cock could slowly slip into my hyper-sensitive body. He'd yank my hair back and fuck me into oblivion...

  I hated him.

  But I longed for him like no one else before. I’d begun to crave his dominance and look forward to his morning inspections. His maddening erotic play always left me desperate for more. Why else would I put up with this ridiculous prohibition? At this point, I wouldn't be satisfied even if he allowed me to cum from my own hand or his talented tongue.

  Nothing short of Thomas fucking me would be enough and my pride was powerless to change it.

  “Lina? Are you okay?” Katie's words shook me out of my stupor. Her sweet eyes were filled with curiosity and concern. Oh, great, was I cracking right at the end of my challenge?

  “Erm, yes, I was just thinking about the weekend. What were you saying?”

  She chuckled, left her cup of tea on the kitchen counter and regarded me with infuriating curiosity.

  “I was asking you if you’re using a new blusher. Your cheeks have been untypically rosy.” Katie smiled suggestively as she checked me out. If I didn't know she was engaged and madly in love with her fiancé, I'd have said she was hitting on me. What was the deal with my personal assistants, former and current?

  “Oh…” I shrugged and took another long sip of coffee in the hope its bitter taste would appease my raging hormones. It wasn't easy after I’d earned myself a spanking earlier today because of my use of explicit language. The sneaky bastard fingered me again and changed the old butt plug with a bigger, wider one. “I haven't had much time to look at myself in the mirror.”

  “Or is it that someone is finally putting color in your cheeks?” She winked.

  Damn it. I guess I wasn't authoritative enough. Katie allowed herself to speak to me as if we were two giggling schoolgirls. Part of me longed to have an honest talk with another woman and get a different perspective. It would be quite the confession.

  Oh, by the way, Katie, I allowed Thomas to turn me into his private sex slave. I regularly get spanked over my desk and I spent the week without panties. Pass me the sugar?

  There was no way I could tell anyone, even my best friends, about my strange affair with Thomas. They’d simply call me mental and refer me to the first available shrink. Perhaps I really was crazy.

  “No, Katie, I hate to spoil your speculations over my private life, but if my cheeks are red it’s because I'm overwhelmed.” I rubbed my forehead and sighed. “I need a holiday.”

  Katie smiled and picked up her cup again.

  “Come on, you know you can tell me. I noticed you were glowing.” I gave her a warning glance and she hurried to add. “I think even a strong woman like you needs someone to keep her happy at night. You deserve it.”

  “I'll let you know as soon as it happens, Katie.” I rolled my eyes even though I was touched by her genuine concern. “Why do all women like you, in successful, functional relationships, insist on playing the love guru?”

  “Oh, trust me, I'm not the matchmaking type.” Katie finished her tea and put the cup in the sink. “But I'm very observant and can tell when another woman is satisfied and happy.” With those words, my assistant hurried out of the room before she could get into further trouble.

  Oh, Katie, if only you were right.

  As soon as I got back to my office, I looked at the time on my phone and nearly cried in frustration. It was barely 4pm, and with all the extra work I had to do, it would be ages before I was free to head to Thomas's place. He insisted on punctuality and I knew well enough he was serious about punishments.

  One would think a week without climax wouldn't be such a difficult task. Sometimes, during the busier months of the year, I didn't have the energy to masturbate. My interest in sex would wane very quickly. Back then, though, I didn't have a sadistic and dominant younger man who would find all sort of excuses to show up at my office and tease me until I was soaked and panting.

  There was no pattern to his behavior. Now and again, Thomas would pull my breasts out, play with them and twist my nipples until they were rock hard. At other times, he'd have me bend over the desk to tease my clit lightly until I begged him to touch me more. Most of the time, he'd command me to suck him off. He'd cum in my mouth, all over my face and tits, then he'd finger me, get my hopes up and leave with a nonchalant smile.

  There was only so much a woman could handle before excessive teasing, pressure and need broke her. It was difficult to be horny all the time and still go about my duties, especially when he was so close, so seductive. Everything he said in the presence of others sounded like sexual innuendo. One look of his eyes, so mischievous one moment and so firm the next, would make my body temperature rise and my thighs get stained with profuse wetness, so palpable I had no idea how no one could sense it. It was impossible not to look at his fingers, envisioning him pushing them between my lips as his heavy cock ran against the folds of my greedy pussy.

  How humiliating would it be if I knelt before him in front of everyone and begged him to fuck me?

  Never had I been so sensitive to everything around me – the soft breeze blowing between my legs when I traveled to work, the pressure of my pussy against the leather chair, even the casual handshakes with interviewees. Sometimes during my lunch break, I thought of all the points he could use to make me cum on the spot just with a slight rub of his fingers.

  I fucking hated him, his confidence and arrogance, his sense of self-entitlement when he played with my body. So why not just quit?

  Because if I ended it, I would deny myself just as much as I was denying him. I was hopelessly in lust and he had fucked me just once. Was he avoiding entering my pussy on purpose, as if to reject intimacy?

  Intimacy? I'm the one calling it a business arrangement. And that is what it is!

  I feared the moment we would become regular lovers. He'd only been teasing and playing with me so far, punishing me with pain, making my body long for him. What would happen once it became a sexual relationship? Would I have the strength to leave in the end?

  I shouldn't have fooled myself. It was all lust – raging, destructive lust that would bury and ruin me if I allowed him to take things further. Would I end up as a mindless sex slave who only longed for her Master and his approval?

  I hated him.

  And I hated that it would be hours before I could get to his door so I could beg him like the desperate addict I was.

  Just a week earlier, cigarettes had been my only problem. Maybe I should have stuck with them and my life wouldn't have been the complicated mess it was.

  Seth Anderson worried me as well. I should have gotten rid of him ages ago, but as bad as he was, the man had been with me from the very rise of the company. Nobody knew, but he was also one of those who encouraged me to try my luck as an entrepreneur. What we had could not be called friendship but I felt I owed him, and his words were still haunting my brain.

  Seth had the determination of a pit bull once he set his mind to something. What if Thomas's promotion provoked his resolve and he started observing him closely?

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sp; I collapsed on the desk and cupped my face wondering how to get out of this mess.

  There was so much to fear, so many ways in which my life's work could be destroyed,... and all I could think about was having an orgasm.

  I'm such a whore.

  ***

  This time I didn't bother going back to my apartment to change clothes or take a shower. Thomas had seen all of me, in the most humiliating positions, covered in juices, sperm, naked and in bondage. What was a little more sweat after a long, rough day? I couldn't remember when was the last time I hadn't made sure I looked flawless before a date.

  Date? Not really. I was his pet and I was going there to be trained, used and hopefully allowed to cum. The world was blurred as I made my way to the car. How embarrassing would it be if I got into an accident due to a hormonal overdrive? What would my obituary say? “Lina Riley, businesswoman, entrepreneur and programmer, but above all, a slut who died with a dripping cunt.”

  I laughed out loud at my morbid thoughts even if they weren't funny at all. The parking lot security guy gave me a weird look, to which I simply shrugged and uttered, “Just one of those days.”

  Luckily, the Friday traffic jam from Palo Alto to Marina was tightly packed. The chances of crashing, killing myself and possibly other victims were minimal. However, it would take me even longer to get to Thomas's house and I had too much time to think.

  A smartly dressed guy in a sports car was on my right as we waited for the long column of vehicles to retreat into the distance. He gave me a seductive smile. Any other time it might have been welcome, but now, all I felt was mild irritation. I wondered how he would react if I slid my skirt up and started fingering myself right there and then? Did he have a sordid side beneath his façade? Would he love it if I went down on all fours on my leather seat and spanked my already red and bruised ass in front of him?

  I needed to get to Thomas before I completely degraded myself. My mind was taking a detour to Porn Land and I'd soon not be responsible for my actions. I merely nodded politely at the stranger, then fate decided to take mercy on me, and the column of cars finally moved forward. My laughter echoed through the car, desperate and a little insane.

  “Too late, buddy.” I nearly cried. “I'm already owned.”

  After an eternity, I returned to the quiet, idyllic house with a sex dungeon in its underbelly. It took me nearly an hour and a half of crawling in the traffic but I got there on time. It was a mystery how I summoned the strength and presence of spirit to make it out of the car to his threshold. Those last few steps were the hardest when my will power was slowly fading and my knees refused to work.

  I never thought a body might hurt from something other than direct impact play, the contact of the whip to the bottom, but by the time I pressed my entire palm against the door bell, the ache had spread through my skin, from the quivering of my inner thighs to the hard pang of my nipples. When Thomas opened the door, I practically barged in without so much as a hello and landed straight in his arms. They didn't bring me the usual comfort, though, just increased my agony.

  “Where is the fire, Lina? Someone is in a big hurry.” He chuckled and ran his palms against the small of my back.

  “Thomas, please...” My voice sounded weak and sick to my own ears. The slowly burning fever had risen to my cheeks as if I was ill and he was the only medicine that could help me. “I can't last anymore. It's too much.”

  “I think there are better places than my threshold, pet.” He laughed again and pulled me into the house before closing the door behind me. “There's rarely anyone walking down the street at this hour, but I suspect the granny next door is an amateur adult film director. We wouldn't want to end up on porntube.com.”

  “Thomas, it's not funny.” Maybe at other times, I'd laugh at his joke but not when my stockings and skirt were dirty with my own secretions. “Please, I'll do whatever it takes. Just let me cum, please. I'll beg if necessary.”

  “Relax, pet.” He placed another one of those infuriating kisses on my forehead. “Your Master will take very good care of your filthy, needy pussy tonight. You did great this week but there's still more before I indulge you.”

  “More?” I whimpered in despair and clutched his shoulders until he removed my hands and pulled back from me. Moving away from his warm, safe body and the mild comfort it gave me was even worse.

  “You didn't think I'd just fuck you quickly while you still have your clothes on, did you?” He leaned forward to kiss me and ran his fingers through my hair. Just as I tried to open his lips and push my tongue into his mouth, Thomas stepped back and let go of me, leaving me wet and panting. “I want you to truly savor the moment I fuck your sweet slit for the first time.”

  “I think we're way past any first-time rituals, Thomas,” I uttered through gritted teeth and put my hands on my knees. “You fucked my ass and that was one of my biggest sexual taboos. Why penis in vagina should be more special? Just... let's get this over with.”

  “Lina, Lina.” Thomas tutted, undid several of my blouse buttons and brushed his fingers against my collarbone. “I'm very disappointed with your attitude, pet. I should really take my time with you tonight.”

  “No...” The fever in my blood grew even more intense at his words.

  “When I do something with my submissive for the first time it needs to be special.” He took my hand and kissed the back of it, slowly placing more soft pecks down the wrist. Caning was a caress next to that subtle, exquisite torture. “I want to leave a permanent mark on your memory so whenever you think of tonight, no matter how many years from now, you always get wet and craving.” Thomas leaned forward and pressed his lips against my ear. “Even if you have other men, I want you to remember the nights I had your submission.”

  “Trust me, I could never forget.” I moaned and tried to grind my curves against his body. My mind grew even dizzier as his wet lips brushed my sensitive earlobe.

  “We'll see.” Thomas kissed my neck so briefly I could not find any pleasure in it. He turned his back on me and walked leisurely to the bookshelves. “Strip to your stockings and heels and stay in the position from last week.”

  “We're not going to the dungeon?” I panted and hurried to unbutton my blazer. The thought of being naked in his home, where he lived his daily life, made me feel nervous in the back of my mind. It was strange how liberating lust could be, completely wiping away any modesty.

  “No, we won't need to.” He picked up something from the top shelf and kept it behind his back. “I enjoy having my pets outside of it, almost naked and at my disposal. Besides, you spend too much time with clothes on.” Thomas grinned wickedly and returned to me, still hiding the object. I was taking my blouse and skirt off, anxious, with shaking fingers. I wasn’t trying to appear seductive at all, unlike last time. Our eyes met briefly when I reached to unclasp my bra. His usually bright eyes were dark with hunger in spite of the bright smile dancing on his lips. At this point, I knew better than to rely on his weakness for me.

  “How can you be so perfect?” Other times, I'd have laughed at him. I was sweaty and my hair was a mess. All my makeup had melted due to the heat and me constantly rubbing my face. Any resemblance of self-control and dignity were gone. Was that what he called perfect?

  Thomas shook his head and took a step closer, putting a finger on my lips.

  “No arguing. You’ve never looked hotter than right in this moment.” He kissed me again and added, with a wicked grin, “I'll fuck your brains out until you can't say your own name, little one. Just not yet. On your knees.”

  Another blow job? This guy had a pathological obsession with fucking my mouth. Still, I obeyed and the shameful thrill of kneeling before him pierced me. It was humiliating but as soon as my knees pressed against the floor, I felt a strange serenity.

  Thomas laughed when I opened my lips, ready to take his cock, and shook his head.

  “I see my conditioning works pretty well. I love what you do with your mouth, pet, but I
’ve got other plans for tonight.” He shifted his right hand and showed me a simple black leather collar. It was as basic as it got, one you could see in most hardcore porn productions, with a small silver loop at the front. A sturdy leather leash was attached to the O-ring and left no doubt what its purpose was.

  “N-no, Thomas. Please... We talked about it.” I had put collars down as a soft limit when I read more on some blogs and websites about their significance, but I also left a comment that I might try a play collar at least once to see what it was like. Some photographs on the web left me seriously conflicted. They were of women down on their knees with pieces of leather around their necks with hands holding their leashes. It was supposed to disgust me, but instead, the sight made me drip with longing.

  Still, even in my febrile state of mind the thought he could collar and bind me in a permanent state of submission scared the hell out of me.

  “Relax, pet.” He caressed my head with a condescending smile. “Do you think so little of me? I'd never collar you with something so anonymous. You think that I would do this to you when you’re too horny to think straight? My subs deserve better. You're not ready.” Relief pooled through me together with a new wave of lust. I looked up at the black leather with growing curiosity. “This is just a play collar, to show you how it feels to be owned. I want to put it on you.”

  After some hesitation, I gathered my hair and stared at him with nervous expectation. He smiled warmly and placed the leather against the front of my neck. Powerful shivers went through me as his deft fingers clasped the metal buckle from behind and fastened the collar around my neck. It was wrong on so many levels, such a symbolic act of dehumanization. So why did my pulse race with excitement? At that moment, another, more powerful, awareness stood side by side with the excitement taking control of my mind. Pride and intimacy. As if I truly was a treasured, protected pet who could put her trust and submission in the person holding the leash. Complicated emotions overpowered any resistance in my brain and a lump got stuck in my throat.