## Therapy - with a twist !

Post by Opinionated » Tue Nov 02, 2010 8:10 pm

NOTE : In its first form my "Therapist" lacked ulterior motives. She simply sought consent to take me home, Domme me 24/7 and make me her spoiled play thing. I'm feeling frisky tonight, hence, this re-write.
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You see me every week - same Bat Time; same Bat Channel, for therapy. No one brings out the .... things in me the way You do.
You're sure a show off in your velvet black, half way down the calf skirt, five inch heels, legs that make men's heads turn and ample breasts straining to burst forth beneath the wine colored blouse you're fond of wearing. Today's a good day. For you. Not me.
"Since our last session, did you do like I instructed and figure out why counseling by me makes you fidgety and nervous?"
"Well, eh, yes; I -- I --
"Don't worry," you say. "I'm your therapist and as long as you're honest with me, I'll be with you,"
"Well ----
You assure me that being Opinionated matters.
Well .... um .... I'm ... a .... um ....
"Submissive ?"
My cheeks turn as cherry red as Your blouse.
"TELL me why you're submissive. To help you I have to know." Foreshadowing : no. It won't.
I'm going for broke. "I - I like like be- being --
"Dominated ?
Oh shit. The fat's in the pan.
"So - you fancy big breasts? heels? My hair? What?"
I murmur "all of the above."
Laughing - "I'm proud of you and your Opinions." You lean near, the scent of sweet perfume piercing nostrils. Batting eyes : "Imagine that."
"Now, imagine your greatest fantasy. Go on, give me your Opinion."
There's no holding back my heart from this stauesque Amazon, my Beautiful Therapist.
TELL ME !!
Crossing the room, clamping Her hand to my mouth, nearrly shouting, You reiterate "Tell Me NOW!!" Keeping Your hand clasped to my mouth you pinch and grip my nostrils as I gasp for breath.
"If I let go will you TELL ME?"
I nod my head. "Yes Ma'am."
"That's Mistress. Clear?"
"Yes, Mistress." We're in character now.
"I want to be a a a -- slave --
"My captive?"
"yes"
And ?
hush : "Take, me .....
"Oh," "Take you to billing/bookkeeping-accounting? Or take you home and TAKE you?"
Blushing : "Home, Mistress."
"There, now that wasn't bad. Open My desk drawer. Yes, _that_ one."
I grab the handle and pull. "But Ms. Jenk---
You grab my hair and PULL. "MISTRESS, LITTLE BOY."
I don't want my hair pulled again. Better be good.
"Sorry."
"Sorry to WHO?" You're all business.
"You .... Mistress."
"You have no right what so ever to question Me about ANY thing !"
"No, Mistress."
"Then open this drawer and remove the contents."
White sticky tape. Rope. And a HUGE "Nerf" ball.
"Run to the rest room slave. Go on, go and _go_. Hurry."
I dash there and back. Funny, I really didn't need to go.
"Mistress, I'm back."
"Good boy. Shut and bolt the door."
BzzzZZzzztt. "Hello, Gloria? Ms. Jenkins. Has everyone gone home yet? You can go too, I'm _tied up_ a while more." Cheshire cat grin. I'm in Her sights.
"Have a happy weekend Ms. Jenkins." - "Believe Me Gloria - I WILL." You wink.
"Now TURN AROUND and CROSS YOUR WRISTS. Quick!" Winding - how many? - turns of white braided rope round my wrists, cinching as You go, pulling tight and knotting it all out of reach. I hope Mistress knows what She's doing. Correction - She _does._
"And now for your fat mouth which never shuts up!!" But Mistress? Don't You like to talk to me?
"OPEN UP." Roughly You push, shove, pack and stuff The Ball to fill my mouth. Hands bound, mouth stuffed, I mutter : "ppphhyy Mmmph mmpffff?" (why, Mistress?)
"Why 'mmmph mmmpfff'? 'coz you're a jerk, blindingly permitting a stranger to bind, gag and Domme you!" Oh shit! I know where this is going! Hands bound, I make a mad dash for the door, Mistress blocking my way.
"Fool!! You didn't even unlock it. How did you think you'd escape with your hands bound."
She's right.
"Tssssk, tsssk. Now I _really_ have to punish you. Come here." Tears start streaming down my face.
"Oh, don't be such a baby. Good, that's still in your mouth. It needs pushed back in. There."
Stand STILL." I watch as You yank 4" wide sticky tape from it's cardboard center and wind it around and around and around and around and ....
"SPEAK. I command you."
~~ Gurgle ~~
"Alright, here's the plan. I'm gonna take this rope - see? And hobble your ankles. Then, I'm grabin' you by your useless elbows and taking you all the way out the door. Oh, and this leash I'm tying round your neck, you hesitate one second and I'll yank on it, hard. Let's go little boy." I'm really crying now.
"STOP your blubberin' !!" Resistance was futile. Hobbled, head bowed, in defeat, I follow.
"Lesson one: as long as you're good, I won't need the leash. C'mon, doggie."
"mmmmmm--uuuuuuuoooooooo !!!"
Laughing, "YES I CAN AND I AM."
Three minutes later we're outside the Mental Health Center doors. Over the asphalt lot to her car hasn't sat well with me so, true to word, She's needed to tug the leash - not a few times.
( Kinda like the lady with the lemon gag and blue gown being dragged to her doom in the first scenes of : Cabin by the Lake. )
Popping open Her trunk - lifting me with surprisingly strong arms (now _that's_ another thing I never knew about Her; those long sleeves hide buncha muscles) - Macho Mistress deposits me in the boot, slams the lid and per Peter Ce'tera, begins to sing --
Where do we go
Where will you will go
Where must you go
With ME
In the dark, tied, gagged, unknown to anyone but Macho-zon, weeping, sobbing, I wonder, what the hell have I gotten myself into.
"Sometimes in quiet desperation you realize it's never gonna be the way it was." - Carole King
"You've just been lonely too long." - Carly Simon