The Last Straw

[zydrate]

Another arguement. Another night sleeping in seperate beds.

Angie hated it.

She and Mark had another arguement about him coming home late. Deep down she believed him but for some reason, they both made the situation bigger than it really was.

So here was Angie, sitting in bed, her laptop to one side of her as she absentmindedly went through her 'before sleep' ritual. She checked her facebook. Nothing. She had de-friended Mark a long time ago. She went to the local news page...again, nothing.

Just as she was moving the pointer of the mouse away to close out the page, she saw it.

An ad that had bold words "Marriage Woes?"

It took less than a second for Angie to think about it. She clicked it. What was there to lose? Someone had to save this marriage.

The web page was pretty basic. Testimonials about how this program worked for them and how a Dr. Roberts worked wonders for them.

Angie bit her bottom lip. She wanted to know more. Not just read about how the program worked. She needed to talk to Dr. Roberts... She filled out the form requesting more information and waited. It was well after midnight now and besides, he was probably in New York or Europe while she was in boring Miami, FL.

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[Powerdog16]

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Doctor Jack Roberts, marraige therapist to the stars, walked through his Miami branch of his international enterprise and said, "Margerate... anything?"
"Actually... you have had 5,800 online applications come through. I have helped weed most of them out... but... I do have a few that are interesting cases. I put them on in your inbox. 20 cases in particular..." Margarate Welsh said from her secretarial desk. She was a lovely young woman, red hair, filled with life and excited...

"Thank you Margie. I will be in my office..." He walked past her and closed the door behind him. HE pulled out a bottle of Crown Royal, poured up a small amount into a crystal glass, then cracked open and cold Coke and filled it the rest of the way. He looked over to the other person in the room and said, "Do you like crown and coke?"

The person in the room was a tall black woman, 6 ft 2 inches in height. She stood upright in a thin steel rod cage. She was naked, wearing an arm sleeve, and thigh highs and matching thigh high boots. This woman was know by the rest of the world as Mulan... one of the most famous up and coming lady rap artists in existance today. She was gagged and harnassed to the cage.

Jack walked towards her, ran his hand along her breasts and said, "You only have 4 more hours left... then you will be free to go." It was his particular brand of therapy, he called it humiliation deprivation treatment... In other words, using the use of humiliation as a means of tempering self destructive mannerisms.

He smiled, slid his fingers inside Mulan's legs, finding the dual shaft filling both her pussy and ass. He flicked on the switch and looked at her as her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she started moaning. He said, "You can do it. I am proud of you..." He ran his hand along her masked face and then turned to his desk sat down and began reviewing the cases Margie had provided.

2 hours later, he had finished reviewing his cases and settled on one in particular. He looked at Mulan, whose legs were saturated from the dozens of orgasms her body had rocked her with. He said, "Looks like I got me a knew case. I have to go... Margie will let you go in a 2 hours. I will see you next week... oh.. and thanks for the tickets to your show and backstage passes... really not necessary, but thank you!"

THe woman was nearly mindless in orgasmic need but managed to nod barely as it was. He turned and walked out to Margie's office.

He sat the file down and said, "You know Angie Higgin's right?"

"You mean the author of the Angie's Folly series?" Margie said with excitement.

Nathan said, "Yes." Angie Higgins was a famous, albeit mysterious woman who had become a main stream writer when she released Angie's Folly on the world. 4 million copies later, she released 5 more novels and Angie Grissom and her adventures through sex and murder... Nathan said, "Let her know I am accepting her case. Have her meet me in my office tomorrow afternoon."

"You are free at 4PM..." Margie said looking at his calender.

"4 it is. Thank you Margie. Oh... and let Mulan out of there in 2 hours." Jack smiled... then headed out of the office... heading out to meet the Chief of Police Ralph Carter for a 3PM Tee Time...

 

[Powerdog16]

Ooops... duplicate entry

 

[zydrate]

"Where are you going?" Angie heard Mark ask from the couch. He had been flipping through channels for the past 20 minutes, never really settling on anything in particular.

Angie had just come downstairs from her home office upstairs, she was dressed in a pair of jeans, a black t-shirt and black ankle boots. Her hair was pulled back into a french twist and she wore minimal make up.

"I have an appointment." She told him in a montone voice but then softened it, "Would you like to come? At least for the drive...we could get some dinner afterward.." she asked him.

"Nah, I have to work tonight." He said, not even looking at her. Seeing the look in her eyes go from hopeful to disappointed.

Ange grabbed her purse and sighed, "You know Mark, you really don't have to work, we talked about this. I'm doing pretty good with the novels and well, we have enough to go away somewhere. Like a cruise or even a second honeymoon...OH! What abou--"

It was then she noticed he had turned back to the TV and wasn't listening to her. Shaking her head, she told him, "I'll be back in a few hours. Have a good time at work." He still wasn't listening.

****
Angie had just made it to Dr. Roberts office. And to say she was impressed was an understatement. His office was plush as plush could be. The waiting area had 3 standard couches, all leather. The dark oak coffee tables held the latest magazines. There was a 52" flatscreen TV attached to the wall showing CNN and small bar where guests could get a bottled water or a soft drink of their choice.

Just as she was about to admire the place some more, she heard her name being called softly by the receptionist. "Dr. Roberts will see you now."

'Well,' she thought, 'Here goes nothing...' and she followed the pretty young lady toward the good doctor's office.

The receptionist held the door open for Angie and as Angie entered, she closed the door behind her.

Now Angie wasn't one to stereotype anyone but the man sitting behind the desk going over paperwork was nothing like she had pictured. He was extremely handsome and distinguished looking. His suit was expensive and she expected no less of him after seeing the small waiting area.

Smiling, Angie held her hand out as she walked toward him, "Dr. Roberts, thank you for seeing me on such short notice."

 

[Powerdog16]

"Dr. Roberts, thank you for seeing me on such short notice."

The words rang through his ears like bells at Christmas. He looked up and said, "Angie Higgins! My my my!!! Your pictures on the backs of your books fail to do you justice at all!" The doc got up and walked around the desk and crossed the room to meet her at the door.

His office appearance had changed for a reason. There were no cages, no bondage racks, no tools of humiliation out, nothing at all that would scare away a new client. He saved those for the really heavy sessions. He shook her hand and said, "You know... after I decided to take you as a client, I went out and picked up the Angie's Folley... Good stuff... Good stuff indeed..."

The book was a very sexual charged novel that was set during the modern day about a woman who owned a company and had found herself in a position of being exploited by a man, Bill, who was her employee. Rather than money that she had figured he would go after, Bill went after her body. He made her do things with her that she would never have done on her own and by the end of it, she was madly in love with Bill despite the fact that others tried to exploit her folley. It had been a well written novel... and filled with lots of meaning.

Jack led her to the desk, offered her a chair, then a bottle of water and then sat down on the chair next to her. The two chairs were forty five degrees apart and turned in on each other. He said, "I read your file and I must say, your case sounds positively fascinating to me and I would love for you to tell me your story..."

She turned and looked at him as if to say, "Where do I begin..."

He smiled and sipped on his own bottle of water, pulled out a pen and paper, prepared to write, then looked at her and said, "Just... start from the beginning... if you wish..."

 

[zydrate]

"Well..." Angie laughed nervously. She didn't know why she was nervous but she was. She took a deep breath and found herself telling Dr. Roberts about everything. He seemed so intent on hearing it all and she got the feeling that he genuinely cared about her situation.

It had all started when things were at their lowest. Angie and Mark married young. Just a year after highschool. He had promised to take care of her. He was very prideful. Angie wanted to attend college which she did while Mark worked double shifts to pay for her education.

That wasn't why things were how they are now. No, it started to get to Mark when Angie's first novel was completed and bought by a new publishing company. They took a chance on a rookie writer and everything just fell into place.

Angie became more successful with each book and yet, Mark didn't like it. He wanted to be the money maker. He wanted to take care of his wife, not the other way around.

"Now things just seem tense you know? I mean, he still works and well, we lost the intimacy about 6 months ago...." she said, trailing off. That was sort of embarassing to say but it was the truth. The last time she was with a man, it was 6 months ago...

 

[Powerdog16]

Jack listened intently. He was not the kind of set a limit of one hour. He let them talk for as long as they wanted. He would let them go till they were done. Which is why he only had two sessions a day. One in the morning one in the afternoon. Generally, sessions went on average 3 to 4 hours and almost always ended with an embarrasement by the client who realized how much time they had taken. He would always tell them it was quite okay and offer encouragement to keep going if they chose.

Angie talked for nearly an hour while he listened quietly, jotting down important facts about the marrage, her feelings and her husbands. He would ask an occassional question to get her to elaborate on her story... but other than that, remain quiet.

When she got to her sex life, he contemplated her issues as well. This was the part of the therapy that he paid most care about. They health of the marraige was almost always a direct reflection of the sex life. In her case, the lack of a sex life seemed to weight heavily on the marraige.

When she was done, he finally looked over at her and said, "Well... this is most informative. Let me make sure I got this right. Your husband is feeling inadequate with the marraige because he is not the primary bread winner. As a result, he is punishing you and this marraige by losing his sex drive."

He looked at her as she nodded and looked away. He said, "There is no shame here and you are not the only one. You feel like you can't talk to him anymore and I am sure he feels that way with you at the moment. It is human nature of men to want to be the dominate role. To provide the security, the food, the money to live on. So the question I have to ask you is... what exactly have you done to try and spark the sex life?"

he was about to get into a subject that was often hard to discuss... but discuss it they would...

 

[zydrate]

Again Angie laughed nervously but there was the sadness in her eyes shown through, "Well, you know, the usual. I've planned romantic vacations, surprise dinners..." with a hard sigh, Angie shook her head, "that's about all I can do with Mark..."

"You see with Mark, you have to tread carefully with him. If anything regarding our sexlife, Mark is extremely vanilla. I would talk to him about the researching I was doing for each book, he seemed to lose interest more and more."

 

[Powerdog16]

"I see..." Doctor Jack Roberts said as he listened to her case. He thought about this a bit and said, "How about you? How about your sex life? Do you see yourself as a vanilla? Do you do anything to ...supplement the little you get from your own bland sex life?"

He looked at her in the eyes and could tell she was extremely uncomfortable with this and he put a hand on her hand and said, "It is okay to be embarassed about things... I do too... But we are trying to heal the broken link in this marraige and all avenues must be explored including the sex life of both of you..."

 

[zydrate]

"Well..." Angie rubbed her hands nervously..why was she so nervous? She took a silent deep breath and started off quietly, "I will have to answer that....by...saying..."

Angie took a quick drink from her bottle of water, her eyes cast downward, "...I guess I've been putting my own needs and cravings to the side...You know, just in order to please Mark. Like I said, he's not really into sex in regards where it's something that takes like say, on average an hour. No, he's more of a get it done, you came, I came, great! Let's go to bed...."

By now she was talking more to the floor than anything seeing as how she never did really talk to anyone about her marriage, "So all this time, I've been settling to what he's used to. Yes there are times when I would suggest something else and he would either be disgusted at the idea or wonder who the hell I was fucking in order to want more from him...."

"As for me..." she finally looked up, making eye contact with the doctor, "I guess I'm more open to other things. OK, it's like this, as I started to write, I also started to do research about the BDSM lifestyle and found it rather intriguing and even a turn on. It does have me curious to want to try some of things I've found out or come across but I know Mark will never, ever go for it..." she trailed off.

 

[Powerdog16]

"Very interesting!" Jack said with a half a grin. It was perfect. He leaned in and said, "Sometimes the labido of a man simply diminishes. Perhaps the fix could be as simple as a little blue pill... for which I can prescribe to him... should you get him to come in and talk with..."
He saw her shaking her head and he said, "He has the pills?"

She nodded.

"I see... and he uses them?"

She shrugged.

"Hmmm... well that puts a spin on it." He said, "He just does not have any interest in sex... "

She nodded.

He looked at her and said, "Okay... what about you? What if... you had an outlet to begin really understanding the BDSM lifestyle... as you say you are interested in learning about."

She looked hesitant and he knew why.

He smiled and said, "no no... I don't mean having sexual relations with anyone. I am talking tools, toys, and self pleasures?" He looked at her to see what she was thinking. He said, "What if... I provided you a safe outlet to experience the BDSM lifestyle while at the same time... protecting the sanctity of your marriage?"