Sigmund's Couch...

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Sigmund's couch is a soft deep brown leather. When not occupied by his patients, he frequently reclines on it, giving himself over to ruminations about and analysis of the supressed needs and dark desires of his clients.
The couch is the showpiece of an otherwise plain but comfortable office whose walls are hung with his myriad degrees and awards and festooned with pictures of Sigmund shaking hands with famous people or looking sagely into the camera lens over these same people as they recline on his celebrated setee.
The one large window looks out onto Washington square, which in this innocent dawn of the century is the social hub of Greenwich Village, the wildly bohemian heart of New York City.

NYC...NYC! you say?...Why Freud never set his shingle out in the Big Apple.
No but this isn't history either and I have decided that after his amazingly succesful visit to Boston and Harvard in 1909, he decides to relocate across the Atlantic in the dynamic heart of
metropolitan America.
Frau Freud however refuses to accompany him, atributing it all to mid-life crises...he's 53 at the time...and wishing him well, asks only that he send money frequently.
He finds a small but efficiant office on the square with a comfortable apartment just above it and hires as his nurse a young woman named Veronica Cabot, a recent graduate of Vasser, an avid follower of the Professor's work, with a raging ambition and a raging Libido. Miss Cabot is a 'liberated' woman and a tall blonde bombshell to boot.
He is known sometimes to call in his former student and close friend Karl Jung when in need of a fresh perspective on the collective sub-conscious and things like that.

It's a chilly Fall afternoon in 1911 and Vera has just stuck her head in the door from the small waiting room to tell him that his next patient has arrived....



This is a closed thread for the moment. Chanaud and I who create and discard threads like bad poker hands have great hopes for this one...
If your interested in making a guest appearence on the couch, or coming in as one of the good Doctor's consultants, please PM me or Chanaud.


Special thanks to Morwen who gave me the idea.

 

[chanaud]

“Yes. Please have her come in.”

Freud looked up from his massive mahogany desk as Vera slipped aside revealing a tall figure wrapped in a wool plaid shawl. The figure crept in as if she was unsure of herself. He watched with careful eyes through his round shaded spectacles.

“Please make yourself comfortable. Lie down if you choose.”

She chose to sit taking a small space in the oversized tan couch. Her back was hunched like an old woman. Freud sat across her in a winged chair and crossed his left leg over his right knee. A black notebook sat on his lap with a fountain ink pen waiting between his fingers.

“You are Rochelle Dunleavey. Am I correct?”

A slow nod barely moved the shawl.

“Now tell me. How can I help you?”

The only sound that was heard was the tick tock from his perfectly timed clock from his hometown. Freud’s eyes remained focus on her. Her own flickered over the room wildly like a frightened rabbit.

“Doctor..”

She spoke. Much to his surprise a childlike voice came from the shawl but his face remained expressionless.

“I have a problem and I need your help.”

“Please continue.”

“I am about to get married next week and I…I….I’m frightened.”

 

[ariosto]

Interesting...she comes to me wrapped and veiled like a Bedouin...has terrible posture and the voice of a child...very interesting.

"You are frightened of having sexual intercourse with your husband my child?"
The bundle on the coach did not move and did not answer.

"You are anxious about fornication?"
The clock ticked on the wall.

Sigmund sighed.
All right then...we'll try a different approach...

"He thinks your a virgin and in fact your quite experienced...a seasoned performer...a sailors delight...a...."

Was that a giggle or a whimper?!

"Have you never done the old 'In-Out" my dear?"

Silence...

"Do you realise how much this is costing you?"
A note of impatience had crept into his voice.

"Doctor?"

AT LAST!

"Yes...yes..please tell me what your problem is!"
Sigmund leaned forward on his seat, studying the shapeless lump before him.

"I...I...can't pay you.
But I think we can work out an arrangement."
The garment's moved and he assumed she'd crossed her legs.

"An arrangement!?"

"Yes...that's what your nurse said anyway."

 

[chanaud]

“What exactly did you discuss with Ms. Cabot?”

She lifted her arms and unveiled the heavy woolen shawl. Freud’s jaw dropped at the beauty sitting across him. Rochelle was considered a classic beauty. The kind found in a Park Avenue penthouse.

Her spine straightened pointing her sharp chin towards him. Her cool blue eyes held his stare as she spoke with a newfound assurance.

“That I might be able to donate my time….myself towards your new study. She told me you need someone to carry out your studies. I will be more than happy to oblige if you can waive my fees. You see Doctor. I have a problem. I am unable to seek professional advice from my errrr…the area I live without remaining anonymous.”

 

[ariosto]

Magnificent creature!...look at that perfect face!...Her breasts are just raging to be free of that blouse!...No, her whole body should be unshakled from...

He reached for his pipe, dropped it...
Most embarassing!

"Doctor, do we have deal...I help you with your studies, you help me with my...problem?"

Her voice was deeply sensuous for one so young....

She smiled patiently as he retrieved his pipe.

"My studies...yes quite, I don't suppose Miss Cabot was refering to my studies of Sanskrit or the Kings Indian Defense."

A small frown knit her pretty brow.

"I thoufght not...I deal in problems of human sexuality Miss Dunleavy. My studies have led me to some peculiar, some say outrageous programs of therapy. Are you willing to trust me in this?"

She nodded, her face lighting up in a smile.

"Now what is the exact nature of your...problem?"
He took a long time packing his pipe hoping the diversion would give his raging boner a chance to calm down.

 

[chanaud]

She looked at him shyly at first then smiled with boldness as she saw the tall tale sign confirming Freud’s reputation. Yes, she did come to the right person for her problem.

Her spine straightened. One long limb crossed over her knee, lifting her skirt higher and revealing an ample amount of nude stockings.

“Doctor. I have been diagnosed as…errr….what was that word?
It starts with N…”

Sigmund shaped his lips to a small o. Ringlets of white smoke flew out of his mouth.

“There are many words that starts with N. Neurotic?”

“Neurotic? Oh no. It was Nimmm…Nimph…maniac..”

Freud couldn’t hide the astonishment as his eyes widened.

“You mean nymphomaniac?”

“YES!!! That is the word!”

 

[ariosto]

Her admission did nothing to alleviate the pressure in his pants so Sigmund stood and walked over to the window, puffing his pipe and stuffing his hands in his pocket where they could play pocket pool to Miss Dunleavy's reflection.

"True nymphomania, is a VERY rare condition...are you sure your not just imagining this my dear?"

"No Doctor," the refection said. "I want a big hard cock in me all the time!...I...I need one!"

Freud gripped his own and to the limits his pleated aberdeen trousers would allow, began to rapidly stroke himself.

"Before I could prescribe ...treatment. I would have to have more than....
your...words.
...as... proof."

A line of perspiration beaded his noble brow.

Rochelle stood, her drab outer garment falling away to reveal a low cut form fitting dress that even in the window made his heart beat faster.

"Doctor Freud?...Doctor?"
He looked over his shoulder at her.

"Doctor...what are you doing?"

 

[chanaud]

“Are you ok, Doctor? Doctor? Shall I call the nurse?”

Her genuine concerned voice pleaded with him. Dr. Freud turned with both hands crossed to cover his bulge.

“No! Nooo…no…everything is fine. No need for Nurse Vera.”

Odd! She didn’t even bat an eyelash though it was his erection was clearly noticeable. The indication she gave was a slight shift to her feet.

“Doctor, will you be able to help me? Do we have an arrangement?”

“Yesss…I think we have an arrangement. Will you be able to meet me every afternoon for an hour?”

Her eyes rolled back in thought. “Yes, I will see to it. I will provide some form of excuse to my family. Wedding plans. Yes. An hour will be fine.”

“Good. But first, you must provide a health exam.”

Freud’s cheeks puffed out a few times. The pipe was shooting out smoke like a chimney. Her eyebrows furled into a knot.

“Nothing serious. It’s just an internal exam and a check to the vital signs. We will be monitoring you every day.”

“We?”

“We as in Vera and I. Vera will be assisting.”

“Very will, Doctor. Shall I undress right here…right now?”

 

[ariosto]

"Of course."
Freud drew the heavy drapes, cutting off the view of Washington Square and then crossed to the door hardly looking at her.

"Vera dear,"
He said as he opened it,
"please come in here for a moment and bring the examination devices... and my white lab coat."

"OH YES! Siggy...I , I mean Doctor Freud, I'll be right there."

He placed his glasses on the table along with his pipe, straightened his back and walked over to Rochelle who seemed to be having some problems unbuttoning her blouse.

"Please, allow me."
She hadn't noticed how blue his eyes were or how deep his voice had suddenly become.
Once free of her blouse, her skirt had followed quickly and just as Nurse Vera walked in, her arms full of a variety of gleaming instruments, Sigmund went down on one knee to untie his patients rose colored garters.

"Nurse would you mind helping Miss Dunleavy out of her stays, I'm having the devils own time with these ribbons.
I may have to use my teeth..."

 

[chanaud]

Rochelle's tall form stiffened at his initial touch. But, she soon relaxed as the warmness flowed through her.

"Do what you have to do, Doctor." She answered him in a low husky voice.

Vera's hand touched her back lightly as she watched intently. Amazing how interesting the ribbons are. It seems to be attracting a lot of attention.

Dr. Freud's dry lips brushed against her soft, creamy, white flesh before his teeth gnawed like a rabbit's against the silky material that was plastered against her.

Rochelle's eyes closed as her breasts heaved heavily. Her exaggerated breath took in the scent of her arousal. Yes, he is the doctor she needs to help her of this strange disease.

 

[ariosto]

"In the stirrups?!"
Rochelle stood by the couch suddenly turned examination table.
She was covering her charms most charmingly with one hand demurely veiling her mons veneris and the other clutched to her right breast, though this left the rose pink nipple of the left winking at Sigmund most provacatively over her forearm.

"Doctor I thought this was a pychiatric office not a gynecologists."

*Was that a wink she gave him?*

"OHHH! Doctor Freud is a most wonderful gynecologist Miss Dunleavy...I wouldn't use any other one myself.....even if he doesn't have a degree."
Vera chimed in as she set the sterilized instruments up on the coffee table.

"An oversight on the part of the University. I had in fact completed all requisite courses in the field during summer vacations in the South of France."
Freud grew misty eyed at the memory.

"Now if you'll please lay back my dear...yes that's right...ankles in the stirups.
Good.....Now spread 'em wide. Miss Cabot and I are eager to assess the state of your pussy."
Freud was holding in his hand what looked to be a footlong
penis, made out of solid glass.

 

[chanaud]

Rochelle gasped at the sharp glass object coming to her. She had never seen anything that large in her life! A thick film of lust blinded her cool blues. She didn’t even notice Vera’s gentle hand help her up on the examination table and guide her to a comfortable lying position.

Dr. Freud’s held the dildo shaped object before him. A cloudy white mist formed around it from his sharp breaths. When he approached between her perfectly shaped V legs, Rochelle couldn’t help gripping the sidebars from the anticipation of what’s to come.

“Doctor, please?”

A soft childlike voice escaped her lips.

Dr. Freud looked up and blinked behind his thick lens.

“Yes? Is there a problem?”

“Please…Please, doctor, please don’t hurt me.”

Odd! Her voice seemed to transform to a child’s. It was so unlike the low, husky tones from earlier.

“Perhaps, my assistant, Vera can help.”

“No…please….you d-d-don’t understand. I….I…”

“Yes? What is it, Ms. Dunleavy?”

Her eyes closed as the words fell out quickly….

“I’ve never done this before.”

 

[ariosto]

Freud held the gleaming instrument poised above it's waiting target.
He looked at Vera, who'd stopped massaging Rochelle's breasts to stare unbelievingly at the lusciously endowed woman spread out before her.

"Your shitting me!"

"Miss Cabot please!, I know that your a 'New' woman and all that but such language will NOT be tolerated!"
Freud tossed the glass penis to his shocked assistant.

"Now please, show her how to use this. We must break down her natural fear and revulsion of masculine penetration...
"You can use my desk chair...yes...wheel it over by the window where we can see you quite clearly.
I'll just sit here with Miss Dunleavy and help her relax her inhibitions."

"Oh Doctor Freud, I'm not really revolted...I...I...
I think I LIKE the way your relaxing my inhibitions though, I can feel them all just melting away......."