A Doctor's Touch

[YourDreamGirl]

A Doctor's Touch (Closed)

“Do I really have to go?” Robin asked her mom as their driver held the door open to a dark town car. “I don't see why I need a therapist” she continued whining as she jumped into the seat next to her mother.

“You're seeing this really, really expensive therapist by the way because you're court ordered to get help for your little problem” The older woman said scolding her and waiving her hand signaling their driver to go. Robin was less than eager to deal with the consequences for having been charged with public indecency. She didn't see a problem with seducing one of her fellow students and than demanding that he fuck her right there in the school's library. She was lucky to get away with as much as she had with just a slap on the wrist. The two of them were going at it like a porno.

“But mother, I don't see how satisfying my appetite is a problem” the twenty something strawberry blonde made flirtatious eye sight with the driver before finishing “You were young once and just as beautiful if not more beautiful” Robin finished and suggestively licked her bottom lip while her gaze remained on the tan and mildly fit driver.

Robin was a spoiled trust fund kid that had never heard the word no unless it escaped her own baby pink pout. She had always gotten her way and when she started dabbling in the world of sex that mentality was also there.

“I understand your reasoning Robin” her mother said noticing the unspoken conversation going on between her daughter and the driver. “But, without our money and our family's social standing” her mother said giving her a stern look before closing the divider that separated them from the driver. “You would be nothing more than just another coed slut.” her mother continued.

Robin pouted and stared out of the tinted window. She didn't understand why she couldn't just take what or who ever she wanted when she wanted. Robin had exercised her “right” to do so with whom ever she found attractive and every one of her family's last three drivers. If her mother hadn't lifted the divider between them Robin was well on her way to seducing the latest replacement.

“Now promise me young lady, that you'll act accordingly” Her mother turned to face her “The last thing we need is another fiasco” she said stroking her hand through Robin's hair. Their family really didn't need that kind of publicity, especially with her father being up for re-election in a few months. As they finished the ride to her new therapists' office, Robin's mother kindly informed her of the punishment for not complying.


“If you ever want to see one cent of your inheritance you will see this through to the end” Robin heard this and delayed her answer so that she wouldn't put her foot into her mouth. “Okay...whatever” Robin's tone was snarky as she stepped out of the car and headed toward the Dr.'s office. As she entered the decent sized converted townhouse she was greeted by a smiling woman at a desk.

“Have a seat and nice to meet you Miss Chase” the woman pointed to a sofa near a table of magazines. “The doctor is just finishing up with his last patient and then he's all yours” the secretary finished, receiving no response from Robin except for a smug halfhearted smile. The sound of a door opening drew her attention to a rather short and bald man.

“Oh my God mother could have found an uglier doctor?” she murmured to herself as she watched him heading towards the receptionist's desk. “Hello, I'll be your new doctor” a man's voice sounded and Robin turned to look in the direction of the opened door.

Her eyes were pleasantly greeted by a very attractive gentleman in his mid-thirties peeking out from the office door. After watching him say goodbye to the bald man, she listened as he checked his schedule with the secretary “So you've cleared the rest of my day for this?” he asked his voice was a deep and masculine tone that only made Robin more turned on by him.

So much so that she took it upon herself to enter his office without invitation or greeting. Robin lied back on the plush leather chez and seductively crossed her long slender legs. If her new prey had cared to peek under short plaid skirt he would have seen her panties or lack there of. Robin eagerly awaited for her doctor and possibly the next notch on her belt.

As she began to unbutton the first two button's of her shirt, she was startled when she heard the door close. A naughty smile splayed across her face as she fanned herself, giving revealing little views of her cleavage.

 

[saedo]

I finished with Mr. Richardson and had him verify his next session with my receptionist. When I turned back, my new patient had disappeared from the waiting room. She'd have had to walk past us to exit, which left only one place to go.

Sure enough, she was draped over the chaise lounge. Her mother had mentioned her daughter's tendency to act out with "inappropriate behavior" and I already had a good idea as to what she'd meant. Her plaid skirt had slipped up her thighs several inches in what I was sure was no accident. I was equally confident that the amount of cleavage on display had increased considerably from what I'd seen in the waiting room.

"Miss Chase," I said with a nod. I closed the door behind me and stepped to my chair. I picked up the empty note pad from the side table along with a pen.

I jotted down several notes from my fleeting mental images of my new patient. Judging by the display she was mounting for me before we'd even been introduced, I had a pretty good suspicion as to the reason her mother was so concerned. Moreover, given her luscious curves, I expected the daughter had found considerable success with this approach.

"Miss Chase, I am Dr. Hayward," I murmured as I wrote. "I am board certified in psychiatry and have been practicing in the field about a dozen years. I understand you've been brought here at the behest of your mother, but it is important to the process that I understand why you have chosen to attend this session."

I looked for the first time since I'd sat down. The patient was still striking the same sex kitten pose on the chaise lounge. "Miss Chase, you may sit however you feel most comfortable, but I suggest that you may wish to choose another position. I expect that thrusting your chest out like that will prove quite the strain on your back."

I returned my gaze to my notepad. "So you were about to tell me why you chose to see a psychiatrist?"

 

[YourDreamGirl]

Smiling for a moment I had relaxed my posture, melting into the back of the soft leather chaise and stretching my arms over it's back. “Why Doctor Hayward? Does my chest make you nervous?” I asked crossing my legs and stroking my hand along the outside of my calve.

“I haven't chose to do anything Doc. I'm more or less being forced to do this or be cut out of my trust fund. Not mention having to wear one those oh so fetching ankle bracelets on house arrest” I answer with a slight frown and pout forming on my face as I did.

He seemed practically un-phased by anything that I was doing. I found him extremely attractive and planned on bedding him before my session was finished. I had planned on fucking him so well that I would have him begging me for just another taste. Then when his cock was good and hard, straining itself to break free of his slacks; I would strike getting him to sign my paperwork so that I could blow off the rest of this crap and go back to living my life.

I get up taking a quick little tour of his office, eying all of the fancy little awards and plaques on his walls as I did. Then I casually walked to his desk, strumming my fingers alongside it until I was standing behind his chair. I rested my arms on the tall back of it before leaning in close enough to whisper in his ear “So what do you think Doctor? Would you classify me as nympho?”. My tone was seductive as I tapped my finger on the file with my name on it that sat on his desk.

“You know the story and you know why I am here..” I continue to whisper in his ear getting so close that he could feel the warmth of my breath on his neck. I wasn't going to touch him this early on, just in case he wasn't catching exactly what I had been pitching. The last thing I needed was more bad publicity happening while my father was in re-election mode.

I stood there behind him for only a few seconds more, noticing the lack of a wedding ring and admiring his lap before I went back to my designated seat. His bare ring finger shined like a green light wanting me to go and his lap in my mind could have used some company. It could have used my ass gyrating on it that is.

 

[saedo]

I resisted the urge to yawn as I listened to her drone on. Her youth was readily apparent from her lack of sophistication. Her entire performance was a rather blunt act of seduction.

Of course, I doubted she'd ever had much call for subtlety. The boys her age were single and vigorous with their whole lives before them. What cause would they have to refuse the sexual encouragement of a creature as lovely as Miss Chase?

I, however, was made of sterner stuff. Age and experience had somewhat inured me to my patient's charms. Having seen many a naked woman before, the prospect of seeing another didn't hold me in quite the thrall it might have two decades ago.

I let her have some leeway, hoping she might tire of this tack if I continued to ignore it. But Miss Chase's didn't take the hint. When she began whispering in my ear, I recognized it was time to reestablish some boundaries.

I set my notebook aside and rose from my chair. I turned her, making sure my eyes bore down into hers and not into the deep cleft in her hefty bosom. "Miss Chase," I said firmly as I grasped her upper arms just beneath the shoulders. She offered a little resistance, but I was considerably larger and stronger. I marched her over to the high-backed leather chair opposite my own and forced her into it.

"Miss Chase, I think I'd prefer you sitting upright for the time being. Before we continue today's session, let me establish some guidelines. While I am sure that in the past you have found it relatively easy to avoid unpleasantness and avoid conversation through flirtatious misdirection, your efforts in that regard will get you nowhere with me. I am your therapist and you are my patient. I have every interest in assisting you with your problem. I have no interest in your attempts to beguile and distract me. I suggest that you employ your energies elsewhere."

I released my grip on her and returned to my seat. "Now, I am not here to judge, but merely to understand. Why is it that you do the things you do?" I flipped back a page. "Let's start with this recent incident with the young man in the library. Tell me about what you did and why you did it."

 

[YourDreamGirl]

I sat back in the leather chair pouting my lips “Ooooo Doc why so bossy?” I moaned out slipping my hands under the backside of my shirt before I find the hooks to my pink lace bra, unfastening it. “Isn't your job to make the patient feel comfortable...Dr. Hayward? I ask slipping my bra off without removing my shirt. When I sat it to the side of my chair I winked and crossed my legs. I wanted him to feel uncomfortable and when he did, I knew my hooks were in him.

“If you must hear me recount it, he had a cock and I wanted it. Plan and simple.” My eyes stayed remained on him while I rested my hands on either side of the chair that I was sitting in. “I had him eat my pussy out on the table before I pushed him onto it and fucked him. I came hard...he would have to if we weren't interrupted”

I watched for the doctor's reaction to this. I knew that he was ignoring me on purpose. Maybe it was his job keeping him from partaking in me or maybe he just thought himself too experienced for me. I didn't really care either way. I always get what I want sooner or later so I wasn't the bit discouraged by his actions at all.

He could try to resist me as hard as he could and I would just push back harder. “I did it because I wanted him. The same way that I want you at this very moment. Doctor Hayward, what I am about to say may sound cocky but as I see it, it's truth. All of your previous women have been nothing but practice, practice for me.”

 

[saedo]

I sighed audibly this time and rubbed the bridge of my nose. "Miss Chase, I assure you that my interest in you is purely professional. Whether you choose to play the innocent virgin or the experienced sex kitten, I have no interest in your sexuality beyond its relevance to your psychological well-being."

I looked up and glared at her. It was easy to see why she preferred this approach. She was undeniably attractive The way her round breasts strained against her top no doubt got most men stiff.

But I couldn't let myself fall into that trap. If I reacted to her like any other man, she'd consider me as equally disposable as the others. If I hoped to provide therapeutic advice that she would listen to, I had to demonstrate self-control.

"Now tell me more about why you chose to have intercourse with this young man in a public space like that? Were you hoping to get caught? Did you want to get caught? Were you hoping someone would stop you?"

 

[YourDreamGirl]

"It wasn't really a choice it was just serendipity. If I had seen him in any place at that moment in time I would have still found a way to have him." I sit back in the chair and check my rose pink nails for chipped polish. He was really making this hard. I never had to work this hard to get anyone.

"I won't lie to you Dr. Hayward by saying the thrill of possible discovery wasn't coursing through my veins at the time but it wasn't the main focus of it"

Then I part my legs and slowly let my hands inch my skirt up until it's barely covering my cunt at all. "The more you fight against me Dr., All the more sweet will it be when I do have you thrusting between my legs. But if it would make you feel more professional I'll play along, for now"

I seductively lick my index finger and begin to leisurely stroke my pussy with it right in front of his view. "Mmmmmm...Ahhhh," I moan out lowly under my breath as I nibble my bottom lip. My gaze stays fixed on him as I toss one of my legs over the arm of my chair.

I playfully dip my fingers in and out of my wet snatch not caring what he has to say about it. There was no warning for me not to touch myself and technically this wasn't public space. I was in the privacy of my therapist's office, somewhere that was supposed to be a sanctuary for his patients. That gave me the right to do so.

"You can continue asking your questions if you want Doc. I'm just making myself comfortable. You don't mind do you?" I say my voice barely able to remain stable without moaning

 

[saedo]

"Miss Chase, if you can focus on me for a moment and away from your genitals, I would like you to think about something."

I laid down my pen and interlaced my hands. "You begin the session by openly flirting with me. When I fail to respond as you'd hope, you intensify your language. When I express my disinterest, you remove your bra. When I again decline your overtures, you hike up your skirt and begin playing with yourself."

"Step outside yourself a moment and look at what you're doing. You're a young, attractive woman with no shortage of male attention. Yet I show no interest in you and you seem desperate to change that. Why is that, Miss Chase? What makes it so important that every man want you sexually?"

 

[YourDreamGirl]

"That is where you're wrong Hayward. I don't want every man, just the ones I find worthy enough to have a little fun with" I say continuing to touch myself, and throwing my head back in near orgasmic bliss.

I look up at the clock in his office and notice that our session is about over with only twenty minutes left of it. "And Doctor...I am focused on you so it's only logical that I touch myself to ease my urges. Especially since you yourself can't, oh I'm sorry, excuse me, won't help me ease them" I say with a small giggle before licking my taste off my fingers.

I begin to play with my nipples through the fabric of my shirt while my other hand brings me pleasure between my legs. "I've since given up on trying to get you to participate in this." My voice heavy in sexual undertones as my breathing becomes more shallow and rapid.

"I can handle myself, with out the aid of your cock Dr. Hayward. I see myself as nothing more but a girl wanting to get her pleasure when and how ever she wants it"

My fingers start to dance back and forth on my clit as I feel myself ready to burst with cum. I grind my hips in small circles, rubbing my clit along the palm of my hand when I feel myself orgasm. It was hard to keep my voice down as I did.

"Oh yesss! That's it! Gosh that feels sooo damn good!" I say moaning as I finish up my orgasm. I lick my fingers clean before I get up to grab some Kleenex from his desk and my bag. I notice that our session is over as I dry my hands and grab my hand sanitizer from my bag.

I flash him a devious smile "Well it looks like our time here has ended Dr." Then I place my bra in one of his desk drawers and say "That's for you...Same time this Friday?"

 

[saedo]

I continued to take notes as Robin continued her performance. She proved to have a fairly short fuse on her libido. Shortly after she reached between her thighs, her moans intensified. It took her fairly little time before she shook in the throes of orgasm.

I offered no resistance to her behavior. Letting her act out was providing useful data as to her condition. Still, when she attempted to leave behind her underwear, I had to refuse. "I don't require your clothing, Miss Chase. I have no interest in souvenirs." I picked up the discarded bra and stuffed it into her bag. "I prefer you not leave your clutter behind."

When she turned on her heel and left, I couldn't be sure if I'd made any impact on her. At the very least, I'd been able to hold firm against her advances, which had stymied her somewhat. However, whether her futile efforts would persuade her to abandon her attempts to sexually manipulate me or just inspire her to try harder would remain to be seen.

I picked up the phone and dialed. "Mrs. Chase? Dr. Hayward. Yes, we just completed the first session. No, I can't comment directly on what occurred; such matters are confidential. I can say that the first session was informative and that I have a better understanding of your concerns. Yes, I agree. I will also say that we may need to consider alternative therapies in light of your daughter's authority issues. I'll know more after our next session. Yes, ma'am. That's correct. Very well. Till next time. Goodbye."

I hung up and then dialed my receptionist. "Colleen? Yes, Miss Chase is the last for today. I'm going to stay awhile, but you can go ahead and leave. No, I don't need you to stay. Go on home; I won't be here long. Thank you. You have a pleasant evening, too."

I hung up. Producing a key from my pocket, I unlocked a lower drawer on my desk. I retrieved the Fleshlight and the plastic bottle of lube and set both on my desk. I then unbuckled my belt and tugged my pants and underwear down to mid-thigh.

I looked down at my cock, which flopped limply over my balls. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths as I unlocked the mental block I'd put in place earlier. It had taken considerable practice to learn the technique, but the mental control it provided was quite beneficial when dealing with patients who sought to divert my attention from their issues by provoking emotional reactions in me.

As the mental hold came free, my formerly caged lust leapt to the fore. Blood coursed into my cock as memories of Robin's sex show replayed in my mind. I reached for the Fleshlight and deposited a healthy dollop of lube into the pink interior. By the time I had it ready, a towering erection had risen from my groin.

I slipped the Fleshlight over the swollen head and groaned softly as the slippery plastic slid along my throbbing shaft. I thought of Robin as I pumped myself towards a long-delayed climax.

 

[YourDreamGirl]

When I got home my mother was waiting for me in the parlor and more than eager to hear how my first session with her choice of doctors went. “I've already spoken to your therapist and by the look on your face young lady, you've obviously been up to no good” she said giving me a quizzical look.

“I know that look mother and just in case you may be wondering, nothing happened between me and your golden boy Doctor Hayward” I grab a glass of ice “He's way too professional for that” my voice was a bit snide when I made my last comment but it still bugged me some that I couldn't get into his pants.

My mother gives me her face of “don't you dare” and I put down the bottle of tequila that I was planning on taking a sip off. Even though I'm all of 23 years old, she still doesn't let me drink in her home. I put back my glass and tell her that I'll be upstairs. The first thing I do when I head into my master size suite is pull my bra from my bag. It smelled lightly of his cologne, barely even noticeable but I know it wasn't the scent of my own perfume.

“He called it a souvenir...interesting choice of words there Thomas” I smile when his first name leaves my lips. Tossing off the rest of my clothes and the bra into my hamper I head toward my shower ready to rinse the day away. I couldn't help but think about the look of slight frustration that he thought was masked by professionalism. Was he just frustrated because of my unwavering determination to turn him on was it his body's frustration to have mine illustrated on his face?

The next two days go by like a nice spring breeze with me going through my little black book for some sexual fun from one of my exes. He got what I wanted done and at least tamed part of the animal between my legs that lusted after Hayward.

By the time Friday had come around my body physically was satiated, I just had to get through my next session with the older stud that haunted my dreams two nights before now. I decided to calm my clothing down to give him some since of progress with me after our first meeting.

This time around I wore a simple pair of tight fitting jeans, my favorite heeled sandals and a simple tank top that gave a small view of my flat belly. Surely he couldn't think anything suspicious if that. I wave hello to his receptionist and lower my voice when I ask if the doctor's in. I don't know why I did it. Maybe I just wanted an element of surprise.

“Dr.! It's so, so good to see you again” I say taking my new designated seat in the high backed chair opposing his own. I start to blush realizing that I used my seduction voice when I entered his office. My eyes immediately scan over his body trying to imagine him in the nude again. He was still as tantalizing as ever. I could feel myself growing wet as I unsuccessfully fight the urge to try to make him uncomfortable.

I knew that he would most likely resist as usual and I didn't care if he fucked me or not. I just wanted to give him that feeling of tension and in turn myself some kind of pleasurable reward for doing it. “Oh Dr. Hayward, that night after our first session I had the most disturbing dream”

“Would it be okay if I discuss it with you? You know, get it off my chest?”

 

[saedo]

"Welcome back, Miss Chase." I directed Robin to her chair. This time she offered no objection to sitting down normally rather than draping herself seductively over the chaise lounge. Progress, however mild, was welcome.

Before I could continue, Robin spoke up eagerly. “Oh Dr. Hayward, that night after our first session I had the most disturbing dream. “Would it be okay if I discuss it with you? You know, get it off my chest?”

My brows furrowed slightly. Dream interpretation was, in my experience, too vague to provide much psychological insight. I preferred patients talk about their memories and experiences in the real world. Still, the fact that Robin was attempting to participate in the therapy process instead of trying to avoid it wasn't something I wished to discourage.

"Well, Miss Chase, dream interpretation isn't strictly my specialty. But if you feel you would benefit by talking about it, I will listen."

 

[YourDreamGirl]

I turn to face him parting my legs and resting both my hands between them. What I'm about to say to him actually didn't happen in a dream. More or less I just wanted him to feel as if he was more comfortable and didn't have to worry as much about me coming on to him. What I was about to describe to him as a dream was really a naughty little fantasy of mine. It was created about him so I open with “Dr. you were there...we were here incidentally”

I watch for his reaction to this before I continue with my naughty little tale. I arch my back as a sit forcing my ass to poke out a bit; preparing for my next part of the story. “I had your hands tied to either side of the chair as my pantyless pussy hovered over your hard cock.”

My hips slowly start to grind the chaise, mimicking the movement of me grinding in his lap. I continue with my tale totally unconcerned with what the good Dr. had to say about what has already left my lips.

“You beg me to stop Doctor. You say that it wasn't professional for you to treat your patient that way and I remind you Hayward that it is I who is treating you. Reaching down between my legs I grab your shaft and drag it's tip along the wet opening of my pussy before I impale myself on it”

As I say recount my false dream to him my hips begin to move a little faster and I start to raise them and lower them as if I was being lifted by his own hands and slammed back down onto his lap.

“I loved it, I loved feeling you inside of me; bringing my body to pleasure. I came so hard that my cum dribbled onto your balls. You wanted me to stop riding you so hard when you felt like filling me with yours...mmm I didn't of course but what can I say? I've always wanted to try it sometime.”

I stop my movements and get bold by walking towards him. “My only questions are Doctor Hayward: How big his your cock really? And if you would just let me hold you down and fuck your brains out? Never really was the submissive type...or maybe I just haven't found the right guy” I use my seductive voice when I say this.

Then without warning I run my hand up the center of his pants giving myself a quick feel of his cock as I do so. I get even bolder and sit in his lap, facing him before I give a deep kiss. “What will it take for you to let me have you? Uh Thomas?” I moan in his ear as I slowly start to ride his lap.

“Tell me that you haven't honestly thought about having me...and I will stop. Tell me that you didn't fantasize about fucking my tight, young, pink pussy and I'll leave you alone”

 

[saedo]

I could see that I'd made a mistake with the patient. Like a recalcitrant child, once given the slightest bit of slack, she immediately went back to her old ways. Clearly I was going to need to be more direct with her.

With her still in my lap, I put my hand on her shoulder. I stroked along her smooth skin, eliciting a cooing note of approval from her. "All I have to do is tell you what I want?" I inquired, rubbing her jaw with my thumb.

"All I have to do is tell you?" I whispered as my other hand teased along her abdomen. "Okay. Then I'll tell you." I leaned in close to her ear. "No."

I grabbed a handful of her waistband along with her neck as I launched myself forward from my chair. I couldn't get as much momentum as I would have preferred, but I had several inches and probably half a dozen pounds on her. I carried her forward enough to get my feet under me. That gave me sufficient control to slam her back down on the chaise lounge.

Her attempt to yell came out as a muffled squeak as I applied pressure to her throat. Her hands immediately went to my wrist but my grip was like iron. I sat down on her hips, letting my superior weight pin her down.

"Stop, Miss Chase." My voice was calm and firm. "Stop. Do you feel that wooziness? That's because I'm reducing the supply of oxygen to your head. If I squeeze harder, you'll pass out. But I want you conscious enough to listen. So stop struggling."

 

[YourDreamGirl]

As he held me there pinned to the chaise all I could think of was how he was handling me. No one in their right mind had ever laid a hand on me that I hadn't wanted first. It wasn't hard for me to stop struggling after the wooziness set in. My head was so light that it made it hard to focus on fighting him off of me.

My feet slide easily out of my heeled sandals as my kicks slowly loose steam. They weren't doing much of a good job at lifting him off me anyway. My grip on his wrist begins to loosen as I start to feel sleepy and I let my hands fall away from him. One hand slipping right past his grip on my waistband and the other falling back behind my head.

I had never got this type of reaction from a guy before. Usually I got my way just like in all things, I've always gotten my way. I could have sworn that he wanted my legs wrapped around him by the way he stroked my body earlier. His answering “no” to my question might not have stopped my attempts to bed him. I had enough courage to admit that truth to myself.

What was he going do to get out of this situation? Why wasn't he afraid of me leaving that office and blabbing all about how the good Doctor handled me? What have I gotten myself into?

Those unanswered questions made my heart race as I thought about all the possible scenarios that could be played out here. My eyes focus in on the look in his as I prepared myself for what he might do next.

 

[saedo]

I eased up on the pressure on her neck till her eyes regained their usual focus. I didn't move my hand, though, and I made no effort to shift my weight off her lower body.

My voice was calm and even, betraying no hint of exertion. "Good. Now that I have your full attention, let us discuss your situation. By which I mean, you will listen quietly until I ask for your input."

"Now as you take some deep breaths, you'll feel that initial surge of fear waning. Most likely replacing it will be a sense of indignation. 'How dare he put his hands on me like this! Doesn't he know who I am?! Who my father is?! What gives him the right?!' "

"The answer to that last question is sitting in your file over there." I nodded my head in the direction of my desk. "You seem to have underestimated just quite how concerned your parents are about you. Or perhaps how concerned they are about the potential damage your future antics might do to the family reputation. They have given me considerable latitude in setting the course of your treatment."

"For example, I've counseled them that you display certain narcissistic tendencies - both as a combination of your upbringing as a child of wealth and privilege as well as your more recent discovery that you can use your sexuality to manipulate others. I warned your parents that when an individual used to getting their way - such as yourself - encounters an individual who won't yield - such as me - a common reaction is anger - even rage. I advised them that it might be necessary to physically restrain you lest you cause harm to yourself and others. They readily agreed that I should take whatever measures I deemed necessary."

I smiled pleasantly at her. "I will, of course, explain that to your mother that I did just that today. My imperviousness to your sexual flirtations frustrated you, so you lashed out. I was therefore compelled to physically restrain you."

My grin widened slightly. "Naturally, you are free to tell her I assaulted you without cause, but your history of inappropriate behavior has seriously undermined your credibility in your parents' eyes. She won't believe you and you know it."

"So let us reestablish the ground rules. I am the doctor. You are the patient. You do what I say. If you're good, you will be rewarded. If not..., " I shrugged. " Let's just say that you shouldn't test me. Remember, I've got carte blanche. If I have to truss you up like a Thanksgiving turkey, I can and will."

I leaned in close enough for my nose to touch hers. "Oh, and in response to your earlier inquiry, it's fucking huge - way too big for a little girl like you. I'd split you in two. Any more questions, or are you ready to continue your therapy?"

 

[YourDreamGirl]

So this is why my parents were shelling out the big bucks for this guy? Really? I can't believe that they gave him total freedom with me. I listened to his cattle walling up until I heard that. My blood was boiling white hot through my veins as focused on ways to get them all back for this. I don't consider my behavior as such a problem in the first place.

I start to pay attention again when he leans in close. I roll my eyes and then imagine how big he just might be. The familiar feeling of wanton lust returns and I know what about to do is probably the wrong thing to do.

I run my hands along his legs until they find the waistline of his pants. “I'll be the judge of that Doctor.” As soon as I say those words I reach down into his pants and press my lips to his. The kiss only last along as he lets it. When it ends I quickly pull my hands away and out of his pants.

“Now I'm ready to continue my therapy...So you can get off of me now” I turn my head to the side not making any eye contact with him at all.

 

[saedo]

Her attempt to kiss me caught me off-guard. She managed a few seconds before I pushed her away. Still, I considered it a good sign. Robin wasn't the type to give up immediately; if she'd yielded without any fuss, I'd have cause for concern. This grudging acquiescence suggested she might be willing to give therapy a proper try.

I also noted that she grabbed a quick feel of my cock while she was at it. I was glad I'd taken the precaution of jacking off before her appointment. Had I become erect at her touch, I'd be ceding some of my control to her. Instead, all she got was a couple handfuls of flaccid flesh.

"Don't do that again," I cautioned before releasing her. Robin didn't even meet my gaze. I shrugged; this was still progress.

I resumed my seat and took up my notepad. "For the remainder of today's session, I want to get a better understanding of how you fulfill your sexual needs. Let's start with masturbation. Can you achieve orgasm through self-stimulation? If so, what techniques work for you? Do you use toys or sexual aids - dildos, vibrators, beads, plugs, and the like? What about just using your fingers? What areas of your body do you stimulate in order to achieve climax? How many times per week do you typically masturbate? In what locations do you perform it - in bed, the shower? Do you ever do it outside the home? In public? Tell me more."

 

[YourDreamGirl]

As I sit up on the chaise I leave my heels off instead reaching for the compact mirror I keep in my purse. I listen to him spitfire questions at me as I check my make up making sure that none of my pale pink lip color smeared. Then I cross my legs and lean back into the lounge.

"I thought men like you buy a girl dinner before getting to how they get off" I say this with a cocky smile. I go over what I had just felt inside his pants. I was impressed but not at the same time. I could smell cum on my hand when checked my make up. He had to have pleasured himself in the moments before my arrival but I held my assumption to myself.

"You know I can achieve an orgasm --from what is it that you called it? Self stimulation?" say still undressing him with my eyes but not with the same hungry look in my eyes as I did before.

"I use whatever I have on hand at the time or whatever I happen to be in the mood for. To answer your question about how many times in a week, well that is unknown really. But I can tell you that I do it at least once a day. I did it in the car ride over here in fact. My driver seemed to have enjoyed the show."

Then I lie on my back making myself comfortable. I unbutton the top button of my jeans and fold the corners over before I continue to answer his silly little questions.

"I have toys, yes and often times I watch porn. Haven't had any experience with beads. I've never had anal but I heard it's a fun frontier to explore. My favorite way to climax though...well it's; I'll just come right out and say it I guess. My favorite way to climax is when I use my thumb to finger the inside of my pussy while my index and middle finger play with my puckered little ring. I'd be more than happy to demonstrate if you want?"

 

[saedo]

I took thorough notes as I had Robin detail her various preferences. Yes, there was a definite pattern emerging with regard to what she found pleasurable.

I waved away her offer to demonstrate. "I have no wish to feed your desire for attention, Robin. Part of our goal here is to curb that impulse."

I looked up from my notes. "Our first step is learning to control your desires. There is nothing wrong with your libido itself - only your will to keep it in check. So this weekend, you will practice just that."

"Our next session is a few days from now. I want you to try and refrain from sex and masturbation during that time. This may be somewhat unpleasant for you, which is okay. Improving oneself is not always easy. If it becomes too difficult, though, don't hurt yourself trying to resist; give yourself enough stimulation to get by. Just try and go as long as you can this first time.

"We'll then talk about your experience at the next session. Do you think you can do that, Robin?"

 

[YourDreamGirl]

I could do nothing but frown when he gave me his little assignment for the weekend. I folded my arms and then caught on to the words "This time" how many times would he ask me to do this? I don't know what the hell he or my parents were thinking when it came to helping me. Asking me to refrain my usual behaviors would only make me want to lash out even more.

Watching him wait for my answer to his question I slipped my heels back on and got ready to go. I made him wait until I was nearly out of his door. "I will try to do my best but I make no promises Doc. Oh and by the way" I sniff my hand reminiscing and the familiar smell of lube and the soft undertones of his possible orgasm.

"It would be nice if you wouldn't Jerk off before our sessions. Do I get you that hot and bothered Sir?" I ask with a giggle and leave his office. I hope that me letting on to the fact of me knowing that he had been jacking off before our appointment made him as uncomfortable as his breakdown of the rules made me.

As soon as I get home I race upstairs and flop down on my bed thinking about him and how his flaccid cock felt in my hand when I stole of feel of it earlier. For being soft it was still quite large. Hayward may have been correct on his assumptions about it being to large for my little pink palace but it doesn't mean I wouldn't have enjoyed trying to make it fit.

I step out of my jeans and throw on an old t-shirt as I make myself comfortable in bed. Instantly my body gets the old familiar tingle, the tingle that begs me to pleasure myself but I resist it. "So begins Day ONE" I sigh frustrated trying to take an early bedtime. I figure that since Friday is nearly over as is me sleeping through what's left of the hours would make time fly by.

Only one problem with that plan though. Every time I had managed to go to sleep I would dream about Hayward and how he handled me today. His firm grip on my throat had become a new turn on to me. As my dream continued there were a few twists added to the scene. Instead of reading me his riot act he took off my jeans revealing my baby pink thong and since we were in his office it had to be just a quickie.

He unfastened his pants and pulled my panties to side and in one piercing go infiltrated the tight walls of my pussy. Hayward's hand would continue to hold my throat to silence my screams of pleasured pain. It was when my orgasm felt to real that I forced myself awake. I was cold with sweat and my body ached to be touched by a man. It was only a little after midnight. I could totally get someone to come over for a little fun.

As I pick up my cell though I can hear the good Dr.'s voice in my ear and I put the phone down trying to get back to sleep.

 

[saedo]

I spent my weekend pondering whether to refer Robin to another therapist. My notes from the prior session detailed my growing disdain for her antics. Her sex kitten routine. Her tendency to slip into present tense as if narrating her own life in real-time. Her questionable willingness to change her behavior. Perhaps she would be better served by working with someone else.

I also didn't like the reactions she was provoking in me. The obvious sexual appeal of a young, fertile female did undermine some of my usual reserve. But more troubling was how she aroused more than just my libido. In that brief moment when I had her by the throat and saw that flash of vulnerability and fear cross her visage, I'd experienced an unfamiliar but quite enjoyable thrill. Was that a momentary lapse, or did Robin unlock doors within me that should never be opened.

I came to no conclusion. Moreover, the appointment was already scheduled. I resolved to see it through and determine then what course of action - if any - to take.