Helping Catherine (closed for Sidney_1)

[Sidney_1]

Catherine hung on every word. She was about three paces behind Paul. . . reminding herself that she needed to think of an orgasm as a “nice surprise” but not the end goal. She liked the way he had phrased that idea.

She was also thinking about surrendering. And perhaps it was easier to let down her guard here, because she wasn’t focused on pleasing someone else and Paul kept her focused in her own body.

And then she was thinking about the admixture. She knew what he meant. It was that feeling of connection and it was gratifying to know that you could turn someone on. That’s why she knew . . . well, it was important for both of them if she could orgasm with sex.

“Yes, it makes sense. But, to be honest, if I’m not in the mood, and I’m say. . . stroking Michael. . . okay, you’re right, I usually get in the mood.”

Catherine could feel her cheeks warming. She had worn a sweater dress instead of layers, so she pulled up the sleeves attemting to cool herself.

She wondered if Paul felt turned on and empowered from knowing that he was capable of making her orgasm.

 

[BurningMonkey]

Paul smiled again. "There's nothing wrong with pleasing your partner when you're not in the mood; dare I say, that's what hands and mouths are for. But you need to communicate to him--gently and lovingly--that you want to please him, but you're really not feeling it, so no reciprocation is required. And that's okay. There is something powerful also about giving without needing to 'get back' in return."

"Of course, if you do somewhere during the process discover yourself 'getting in the mood', then by all means indulge."

Paul rose from his chair. "Well, shall we begin today's session?" He went to the little door, opened it, and beckoned Catherine to enter.

 

[Sidney_1]

“Yes, perhaps I should communicate more clearly with Michael. I should probably say something like ‘This is just for you’.”

Catherine shrugged and tried to ignore her shyness about being naked again in front of Paul. She knew it would pass after a few minutes. Still. . . she might start bringing a robe.

“Yes, I’m ready for therapy in your secret little room,” Catherine replied, as she entered, trying to make light of the fact that she actually had to have sexual therapy.

She was equally nervous and excited by the idea that she had no idea where Paul was going to lead her.

 

[BurningMonkey]

Paul turned on the lights in the little room and turned on the scent infuser. The little spruce twig that had been on the little table last week was absent; in its place was a black silk sleep-mask.

"I'd like to begin the same way as we did last week, with a full-body back massage. I'll leave you to change into the gown; call when you're ready. We didn't discuss the sort of music you would like, if any, but we can talk about that at the end." With that he exited the room and closed the door.

 

[Sidney_1]

Catherine felt relieved that they were going to start the therapy the same way they had before. The massage not only felt good, but it had helped her to relax and feel comfortable with Paul’s touch. It had definitely helped her to be more attuned to her sensuality.

Catherine slipped off her clothes and studied her nude and tied the gown tightly around her back. She slipped her hair into a high ponytail so it would be out of the way during the massage and therapy. Just the thought of Paul’s hands on her. . . she already felt a lustful twinge deep within her womb.

She sat on the table, not knowing how Paul wanted her positioned. The room smelled really fresh – like a mix of pine, lavender, and rosemary.

“I’m ready, Paul,” Catherine called out.

 

[BurningMonkey]

Paul entered, and said, "Please lay on the table on your belly, as you did last time. We'll begin the same way today." When Catherine was in position, he unhurriedly released the ties at neck and back and spread the sides of the gown out, exposing her back. He also unsnapped the shoulders, so that she lay entirely exposed.

He took up the little bottle of massage oil, poured some into his hand, and cupped them to warm it. Then he began as he had last week, slowly and gently, from her neck down her back, over to the flanks, down the ribs to the waist, then across the small of the back. But this time he didn't stop; he continued down over her buttocks, outer thighs, calves, ankles, and feet.

When he had completed this circuit he started back up again, bypassing for the moment the upper inner thighs, across the buttocks, and back up the spine. When he'd reached the shoulders, he slowly worked his way down one arm: upper, elbow, forearm, wrist, hand, spending some few moments concentrating on the palm, then back up again, across the shoulders, and down the other arm, back up, then down the back again to the feet.

When he'd repeated the cycle three times, and judged her relaxed enough, he said, "Now I'd like you to roll over onto your back. Do you think you'd be comfortable doing that for me?"

 

[Sidney_1]

“Mmm, yes Paul, that felt really relaxing, thank you. Um yes, I feel a little embarrassed to be full frontal nude with you, but I know you’re here to help me, and I just need to get over myself. Is it possible that I can be draped if we’re only working on select areas of my anatomy or do you need to see all of me?”

Catherine rolled over, although she felt self-conscious being completely nude in front of Paul. Surprisingly, after a moment of shame, she relaxed and it almost felt good to just give herself over to him, completely. He clearly knew what he was doing with her.

“Actually, I feel okay and ready for whatever you might have in mind. It just took me a minute to having you see my naked.”

Catherine could already feel a yearning in her vagina. A yearning to feel more, to grow, to explore.

 

[BurningMonkey]

Paul smiled. "That's fine; we're taught from childhood never to let others see us naked and vulnerable. Your reticence is perfectly understandable."

He began with his massage again at the neck and shoulders, slowly working his way down and over the shoulders, across the top of the chest, around the sides of the breasts and down the ribcage, across the abdomen, avoiding the pubis for now, along the hip bones, down the front of the thighs, along the legs, the shins, to the feet, then slowly back up again. The next time he worked his way downward, he spent some time caressing the breasts--the outsides, the undersides, the valley between, then gently manipulated the greater mounds entire, brushing his thumbs across the nipples. Then he continued on, down the torso, the abdomen while still avoiding the pubis, then down the thighs and knees and shins and feet.

Working his way back up again, he gently spread her legs farther apart and spent some time on the upper inner thighs, running his fingers softly in the creases between her thighs and mons, then up across the abdomen just above the clitoris without touching it, then back down into the creases again. "Many women find this particular area to be very sensitive to touch, and very erogenous. Do you agree?"

 

[Sidney_1]

“Ah, is that where that shame comes from? You’re right. We’re just trained to dress privately and not to display our nudity publicly. I’ve never connected those dots for myself.”

Catherine sighed. So much to still learn and she was an adult woman, a mother. Thank God, she had found Paul to help guide her back to her essential self.

“Mmm, that’s so soothing,” Catherine said dreamily, as Paul massaged the tight muscles in her shoulders.

She breathed deeply as he massaged her breast tissue, and then relaxed a bit as he massaged every inch of her, down her abdomen, over her hips, her legs. And then he circled up again and concentrated more fully on her breasts, and she felt her body rousing once again. By the time he had touched her nipples, she knew she was wet.

And then once agin, he brought her back to a relaxed state was, when she felt his fingers gently caressing her pubic area and her lower abdomen.

“I only find those areas arousing and sensitive if the skin happens to brush against my clitoral hood. So, as long as your fingers are at the right angle to do that, then it is arousing, yes. But, I don’t find that area on my body particularly sensitive in itself, no.”

 

[BurningMonkey]

Paul nodded. "Interesting," he said softly.

Reaching over to the table, he brought up the silk sleep-mask. "I'd like to do something different again today. There is a phenomenon called 'sensory deprivation', which is just a fancy term for when we lose the ability to use one of our senses, even temporarily, we compensate by paying closer attention to the other senses." He displayed the mask for her.

"We are visual creatures, for the most part; all primates are. Sight is essential to survival in the wild, though we as humans have found ways to compensate for its loss. I'd like to blindfold you for the rest of the session so that you can experience tactile and auditory sensations more keenly. Are you willing to try it?"

 

[Sidney_1]

“Yes. I actually think it might help me to focus. Perhaps I’ll feel differently when I can’t see what your hands are doing or sense you watching me. Although you never feel judgmental or expectant. I apologize if I react in a way that you might not expect, though. This is my first time being blind-folded. With a therapist in the nude, no less.”

Catherine chuckled to break her nervous tension. She truly did trust Paul. Part of her wished he was in a robe and only partially dressed, too.

She did feel so vulnerable, but also safe. Just his voice and the gentle way he spoke to her was so reassuring and calming.

 

[BurningMonkey]

Paul carefully fitted the mask over her eyes, making sure it was comfortable. He wrapped his one hand in the silk, and with the other took up the feather-duster.

"And to add to the experience, I'm not going to tell you when or how I'm going to change the texture of what I'm doing. I want you to feel and classify them in your own mind, without outside influence."

He began running his silk-wrapped hand at random across her body, accompanied by strokes of the feather-duster on other parts of her skin, sometimes whisper-soft, at other times more firmly, almost slapping. "Tell me how you feel, Catherine," he said softly close to her head. "Does the random nature of my touching and the sense of anticipation and uncertainty lessen or augment your arousal?"

 

[Sidney_1]

“I like the feel of the silk everywhere on my body. But, the feather-duster only feels nice when it’s whisper-soft over my sensitive areas. . . well, everywhere, really. I don’t care for it at all when used for slapping. It feels scratchy. Paul, I don’t think I’m going to like that twig, either. Can we skip that?”

Catherine tried to synthesize her feelings into words.

“Not knowing what you’re going to do does heighten my sense of touch. But, I can feel myself tensing and feeling a little guarded. I’m not as relaxed as I was when I was on my stomach and I knew you were just using your hands and I wasn’t blind-folded.”

 

[BurningMonkey]

"That's perfectly fine, Catherine," Paul said. "What we're doing is experimenting; you can't know what you like or don't like if you don't experience it." He placed the feather-duster back on the little table. "And no, we'll dispense with the twig from now on. You didn't care for it, so it's gone from the repertoire..."

He slipped the fur glove onto the hand that was holding the feather-duster and commenced a slow, sensuous stroking all over her body, with silk in one hand and fur on the other. "I believe you enjoyed both of these before; does it enhance or detract from your enjoyment if you know that wherever the touch happens, it will be pleasurable, but not know exactly where I will touch you, or when?"

 

[Sidney_1]

Catherine moaned softly in pleasure.

Paul’s gentle, patient way with her made her feel safe and unrestricted in exploring her sensations. The blind-fold was definitely helpful in getting her to focus on her body instead of her thoughts.

“Yes, I still enjoy them and it enhances my pleasure knowing that everything you do will be pleasurable, but still somewhat of a mystery as I don’t know what you’ll be doing exactly, or when, or where. I love both of these items, but I actually think it might be exciting if you used one of these things and the feather-duster. I think I just have so many memories of being poked in the face with a sharp duck feather that part of my being is afraid of being poked or scratched. But, I think if you try it again, and just do a light dusting, I’d like to see if I find it arousing. I’d like to feel it all over. . .my neck, chest, inner arms. ..all the way down to my privates and inner thigh. You can use it in combination or alone. I’m sorry that I’m so undecided. I think it took me a little while to get used to being in this mask and really focusing and exploring and then getting comfortable with unique sensations. This mask is definitely a helpful tool in getting me to focus.”

In fact, she was getting excited at the idea of him dusting her inner thighs and over her pubis and perhaps her clit.

 

[BurningMonkey]

Paul paused. "being poked in the face with a sharp duck feather"? he'd have to explore that, later. But right now...

He placed the silk and mitten on the table and took up the feather duster again. "So you think you'd like this? Well, then, let's see what we see..."

He drifted it lightly across her skin, but rather than one continuous path he lifted it from time to time and picked a different place to begin stroking again. The feathers, being down, were very soft and not pokey at all, and he made sure to just barely touch the skin with it. He caressed her body slowly all over: arms, legs, belly, waist, feet. He lingered a long while on her breasts, and was gratified to see some little goosebumps rise in her areaolas, and he spent a longer and more lavish time on her inner thighs and her mound and lower abdomen.

"How is that?" he asked softly. "Is it pleasurable? Arousing?"

 

[Sidney_1]

“Yes, I found it pleasurable, arousing, and erotic. Apparently, I like being dusted if you’re the one doing it,” Catherine smiled beneath her blind-fold.

In a million years, she couldn’t imagine her and Michael doing something like this. Nor was she certain that she wanted to do it. She and Paul were in the process of discovery and it was his objectivity, knowledge, and kind manner that made any progress possible in getting her to enjoy her sexuality again.

Catherine had a suspicion that her body might have been giving signs of arousal to Paul. She was grateful for the blind-fold, otherwise she would have been embarrassed.

 

[BurningMonkey]

"Actually," Paul said, knowing she could hear the smile in his voice, "the question was somewhat rhetorical; your body already answered it, with its response here," and he dusted lightly over her now-erect nipples, "and here," and he drew the feathers slowly and softly up and down the folds of her labia. "But it's important for you to verbalize it, all the same; interactive communication during sex is one of the ways that couples can stay connected, present, and in the moment, not to mention that feedback for your partner is crucial. He may not be able to discern the signs as readily."

"And now," he said, bending low, "we'll add something more. Tell me how this feels." He lowered his mouth to capture one of those stiff little nipples and began gently licking and sucking on it, keeping his eyes trained down her body to make sure that the feather-duster, still working its way up and down her pussy-lips, remained at a proper distance to just tease.

 

[Sidney_1]

Catherine immediately arched her back and released a long, deep groan.

“Fuck . . . Paul. I mean . . . that feels really hot. It makes me want more,” Catherine confessed.

Catherine opened her legs further, enjoying the new lustful sensations. She had never felt anything so tantalizing in her life. Between his warm mouth and that crazy duster barely touching her clit, it was hard to remain still on the table and control her breathing.

“I think I finally feel some lust and desire. Please don’t stop; I’d like to enjoy this for a moment,” Catherine pleaded.

 

[BurningMonkey]

Paul lifted his mouth just long enough to say, "Why would I stop? We're making good progress here." Then he lowered his mouth to continue manipulating Catherine's nipple. Half-turning, he transferred the duster to his other hand and with the first now free he began to slowly began using one finger to stroke lightly across the top of her mound and down the channel between her inner and outer lips, but avoiding the clitoris proper.

Through all this he continued his brushing with butterfly-softness, up and down the labia and across the tip of the clit, though the timing and pace became more uneven with two hands involved and the necessity of dividing his concentration between them.

 

[Sidney_1]

Catherine raised her arms above her head and clasped at her bent elbows. It was just instinctive. She didn’t want any part of her body to get in the way of Paul’s warm mouth on her body.

Catherine twitched at the titillating sensations of the feather duster along her labia, and now Paul’s tantalizingly light exploration of her with his finger. Coupled with his tongue on her nipple, lapping and flicking it until she could feel it becoming erect, she was highly aroused and she could feel her body responding to Paul’s treatment.

“Paul, please. . .you’re making me so . . .mmmm. That all feels really nice. It makes me want to kiss you, to be honest. You also make me want to ….well, you know heighten my pleasure.”

Catherine found herself beginning to squirm with desire on the table. She knew it wasn’t the goal, but it was hard not to wonder if she could be able to orgasm with Paul’s help.

She tried to imagine Paul with his shirt off, her bare breasts against his chest, gripped in his hands, her nipples lapped at with his mouth with equal attention. . . perhaps he was in a simple robe or nude. . . as he worked on her.

Her fantasies would never be the same.

 

[BurningMonkey]

The position was becoming untenable. Paul relinquished the feather duster as unworkable, and confined his efforts to sucking and licking at her nipple as he simultaneously lightly caressed her labia and mons, still not yet touching her clitoris. The hand that was holding the duster now crossed her body to pinch and pluck and twirl the other nipple, which quickly stood up proud and eager at his touch.

"You want to kiss me?" he asked softly, taking a break from his mouth ministrations on her breasts. "You mean...like this?" He leaned down to press his lips to hers, sliding his warm wet tongue along her lips as they opened involuntarily. At the same time he finally grazed the tip of her clitoris, a feather light touch...

 

[Sidney_1]

As Catherine felt Paul’s warm tongue against her lips, she gasped, opening her mouth wider momentarily, as his finger grazed her hot nubbin. She kissed him back. . . slowly, playing close attention to both his lips and the tension that he was creating within her from his manual maneuvers.

She was soo grateful that she couldn’t see herself and feel embarrassed at her body and her reactions. She was wet and aroused, and Paul’s finger made squishy sounds as he brushed into her wet folds.

“Please. I can’t stand it anymore. Please Paul, help me to . . .learn to let go,” Catherine pleaded.

 

[BurningMonkey]

Paul leaned in close to her ear, upping the force and speed of his manual twiddling of her clit and pussy lips. "Only you can give yourself permission, Catherine; only you can let yourself go," he whispered. "Let the feelings come; let them build. Remember: there is no right, there is no wrong...only what you permit and allow, and what you don't..."

"Tell me what you want me to do, Catherine; tell me how you want me to help you let go..." And with that he inserted two fingers inside her oh-so-wet-and-ready vagina, still using his thumb to make rapid circular motions over and around her hard little ecstasy trigger...

 

[Sidney_1]

Catherine arched her back and tried not to fight the twitching that was now happening in her legs and abdomen. The pleasure was concentrated now. Paul had stimulated her libido and she was dying to have a full climax.

Everything Paul did felt perfect and she didn’t want to tell him anything, really. . . not wanting to change what he would intuitively choose to do to her without direction.

“Everything feels. . . fantastic. . . but, perhaps just one finger inside of me, so I can focus on it.

Catherine let the sensations build and allowed herself to pant with excitement. Her legs were now open wide, and she could sense her body shaking more consistently as she focused her attention on Paul’s finger circling around her clit. Her fluids were pouring out of her.

Catherine moaned and writhed for a moment and felt the sudden contractions building from her feminine center.

“Mmmm. . .it’s happening,” Catherine forced out, as her body began to shake uncontrollably, and her pussy spasmed around Paul’s finger. Paul knew to keep the same tempo around her clit, but lightened the pressure as her orgasm peaked and then crested.