Therapist in the Sky (Closed)

[wickedpen]

Kelly hurries to Patrick falling into his arms.

"I am so sorry" she says nearly in tears. Her sadness turns to passion as she kisses him and runs hands over his body and then presses her body into his.

"ENOUGH!" echoes through the tiled bathroom which is strangely clean and stylistic. "Get on with it Bridgette!" the voice, a touch softer instructs.

Kelly drags her eyes up to Patrick's. She reaches behind him and pulls two black stockings. She looks at him and says, "we are going to fuck in the cage, out there." her eyes glance towards the door which muffles the pounding electronic beats and hundreds of hot, sweaty drug induced bodies. "If we don't we die." she said dead serious up at Patrick. Her seriousness faded into a smirk, as her hand ran over his cock, "It'll be fun."

She pulled the first stocking over her head and face concealing her identity. Then she stripped, except for her shoes. She paused and waited. "It's not like we have another choice?" she said with a undeniable lick of her lips.

 

[BeachBum25]

Patrick took Kelly in his arms and held her close to him. He was confused by her apology. Then, responded to her kiss by kissing her hard and deep; his hands wandering over her body and settling on her fine ass.... caressing it firmly.

The words coming through the wall startled him. He looked at Kelly. "Bridgette? Who the fuck is Bridgette? Is that you? and what the hell is going on here Kelly? or Bridgette? whoever you are. What are you involved in and are dragging me into?

He listened as she told him what they were supposed to do. "What do you mean we are going to fuck in the cage, and if we don't we die?" The thought of fucking "Kelly" in front of all of the people out in the warehouse was not something Patrick would be opposed to, as long as his identity was hidden, but he was very concerned with her statement about them dying if they did not.

Watching her pull the stocking over her head, Patrick's concern about his identity being revealed was lessened. Watching her undress was very arousing, but he still wanted to know what she meant about them being killed.

"Tell me what this is about. I have no problem fucking you out there, or anywhere else for that matter, but I want to know what you meant by "If we don't we die" and who was it that called through the wall at you?

 

[wickedpen]

Kelly helped undress Patrick and then pulled the mask over his head and face.

"Come on." she said pulling him out the door at full staff. She led them through the crowd which took full advantage to grope and molest in anyway they could. Finally up the stairs to a six by six by six golden cage hung from a chain suspended above in the darkness. A masked female in a black lycra body stocking held the door open.

Kelly stopped at the doorway to the cage, sensing Patrick's apprehension.

"Come make love to me Patrick." she said like Scarlett O'Hara thirty feet over a rave.

"I will if he won't !" can blaring from the DJ across the room with a big smile on his face.

"I can tell you in the air." she said pulling his hand and stepping back into the suspended cell.

 

[BeachBum25]

Patrick watched Kelly pull the stocking over his head and undress him. There was something very erotic about what was happening, and there was also something very alarming about this whole situation. He was moving into protective mode, and wanted to make sure Kelly/ Bridgette was okay.

He followed her out into the crowd; his cock extremely hard at the thought of what was about to happen with Kelly. He looked around as people grabbed at both of them. He heard a woman yell, "Ronnie, he is so much bigger than you. I would love to have some cock like that."

Hesitating before entering the cage, Patrick looked into Kelly's mesmerizing eyes. She asked him to make love to her. She was good. Her way of getting him into the cage was to move it from fucking to making love.... she was making it much more personal. He hoped that she really meant it, but he wasn't sure.

Following Kelly into the cage, Patrick took her in his arms. His hands went right to her perfect ass and he caressed it firmly; digging his fingers into her wonderful flesh. He kissed her hard and deep, the passion flowing. He wanted her badly and was willing to put on a show with her.

Breaking the kiss, Patrick whispered to Kelly, "Grab a hold of the cage." When she did as he instructed, Patrick kissed down her body until he was kneeling in front of her. His hands still on her ass, Patrick licked up Kelly's inner thighs until his tongue slid along her silky pussy lips and flicked her button. He looked up to see Kelly's reaction before parting her lips and sliding the tip of his tongue through her folds.

 

[wickedpen]

Kelly could hardly function, other than to do whatever Patrick asked. he was being so wonderful and this was about punishing me.

"Fuck me Patrick" she said to him as the cage was released and they swung over the dancing people. The floor of the cage was plexiglass and Kelly could see them some ten to twenty feet below Patrick.

"FUCK HER!" boomed over the AP as the DJ dropped a record and the hoard below howled.

Kelly squatted reaching for Patrick's cock as she steadied his face with a hand.

"You are his punishment, now fuck me." Kelly said struggling to mount Patrick as the cage was periodically pushed back out by the nymphet in the black cat suit on the railing.

"Come fuck me Bridgette!" boomed over the music. The crowd seemed nonplussed by the strange obscenities out of no where. I guess they assumed it was part of the DJ's thing.

Now straddling Patrick with her perfect tits in his face and he hand finally bringing his rock thick head to her folds they swung. Then from silence to a cacophony of sound erupted as Kelly enveloped Patrick within her.

"Fuck me Patrick! Hard! Angry!" she moaned writhing on him. Sh reached back for the bars and pulled herself wrapped around Patrick upward. Desperate she played her last card as he looked confused and unhappy.

"Don't you want me?" she asked over the sound of everything.

 

[BeachBum25]

Patrick had no idea what was going on. The only thing he was certain of was that there was some crazy shit going on and Kelly/ Bridgette was not being totally open with him about what this was all about.

The loud voice booming throughout the warehouse was obviously controlling what was going on between them. Patrick was certain of that, because every time the voice was heard, Kelly's actions became more and more desperate.

There was something about Kelly that made Patrick want her more and more, but there was something about this situation that had Patrick convinced that he was being used by Kelly for her own good... and not necessarily in a sexual way.

When she looked at him and asked him if he didn't want her, Patrick's demeanor changed. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled it hard; her head pulled back sharply. Then he began to thrust his hips up to her.. forcing his big, hard cock into her deeper, faster and harder.

"You want me to fuck you. Fine, I am going to fuck you like a cheap whore... not like the high priced hooker that you acted like before, but like a no good cheap whore." He fucked her harder and harder... feeding on the energy of the crowd that went wild with his words and his actions. "I don't know what your game is whore, but you are going to get all of this cock over and over again."

 

[wickedpen]

Trying to balance her physical desire which was blinding. This game was obscene. There she was, naked in a cage, yet unknown. And Patrick rock hard, beautiful body being urged to fuck her by hundreds a few feet below. The laser lights and strobe lights bounced off the sweat running down his sculpted male physique. The music sent vibrations through me surrounded by the chants and wolf whistles from the masses.

Suddenly Patrick was inside me. Like a body slam of bass followed by the rush of Adrenalin. His hands strong on my hips. He was stronger than I ever imagined. He was somewhere between lust and hate calling me names I had led him to imagine. He had no idea who I was or what any of this was about.

Enough pontificating as I am holding on to the hard bars suspended over hundreds of kids partying getting fucked by a perfect male example. The sex is so good I forget that I am punishing my overbearing master. Oh god was she flying. Convulsive jerks and bucks as Patrick used her on himself. She had to think. She did not want to lose Patrick but...

"MAKE ME SEE YOU WANT IT!" The voice boomed sending the dancers wild but those words were spoken to me. He want to feel the pain of seeing me using Patrick for my own pleasure, completely separate from him. He claimed he would not be able to handle it.

I raised and arm and held out my fingers and signaled to Patrick, and unbeknownst to me, the dancers and every camera and eyeball in the massive warehouse were now all watching the cage, watching me.

I managed to disengage the biological machine Patrick had become thanks he drug I passed him would relax him, lower his inhibitions and resistance.

"Lay down" I yelled over the music looking up at him. "I want to fuck you." I said as the lights continued to flash across the space hitting us periodically. I smiled and said "it'll be fun, I promise." I reached out for his hand and got to my knees. I looked up, "lay on your back." in simple terms I thought he could understand.

His cock hung in front of him, literally bouncing in my face. I brought his interest as I reached for it and brought it to my mouth and began sucking the head. I looked up at him looking down on me. I pointed to the floor. It was almost comical if I had not wanted him on his back more than life itself.

 

[BeachBum25]

Patrick had no idea what the hell was going on. All he was really clear about was that he was being used.... used for his big, hard cock... used in some crazy game.... used by Kelly or by the person whose voice was booming through the warehouse over the PA system.

The energy of the room was infectious and Patrick moved his hips to the beat of the loud music.. thrusting harder into Kelly... fucking her like the whore she had pretended to be. Her pussy gripped his cock so good... reminding him of why he wanted to be with her so badly.

There was that voice again. Was he talking to him or to Kelly or Bridgette, whatever her name was? Patrick heard a woman say, "I need to be fucked like that by a cock like his. Why can't you give me what he is giving to her? Maybe he will fuck me when he is finished with her and you can watch and learn from him."

The scene was almost too much. Patrick started to relax. He wasn't sure why. He had been so caught up in the scene and now his body was settling down. Kelly began to tell him to lay down. She wanted him on his back. To entice him, she began sucking on the head of his throbbing member. He placed his hand behind her head and pushed his cock deeper into Kelly's mouth. "You want me on my back.... convince me."

He began to move his hips, sliding his cock in and out of her mouth. He smiled down at Kelly as she took his cock into her mouth. Fuck he could get used to being with her on a regular basis, but he was certain that there was someone orchestrating them being together and he was not convinced she really wanted to be with him.

Pulling his cock from Kelly's mouth, Patrick moved to the floor of the cage. He looked over at Kelly next to him on her knees. "Okay. Here I am. I am where you want me to be. I guess the voice is going to tell you what to do next."

 

[wickedpen]

The music turned more frenetic and the light show followed. Solid strobes blasted the cage as Kelly raised a leg and straddled Patrick. The ninja nymphet gave the cage another kick and spinning around in a wide arc they went. Kelly leaned her face next to Patrick's as she reached under and guided him to her.

"Can you imagine a world where this," she said loudly over the music and punctuating it with her body sliding down onto him. She grunted loudly and slowly gyrated as she looked back down on him.

"Can you imagine a world where this makes us happy and gives another pleasure through his pain?" she screamed then threw herself up and started working her body with his. Dizzy and high Kelly pounded her body down onto him. She played for the cameras she knew were everywhere. She clawed at her breasts and grabbed her own crotch in a lusty frenzy spinning over many dancers who had succumb to the primal lust and started humping and pumping and some on the floor.

Sweat pouring off Kelly as she worked herself on Patrick. She leaned forward looking at him as she stared up.

"Let him watch" she gasps. Her own body wracked with orgasm after orgasm. "Make him watch you cum in me." she gasped as she clutched her tits savagely and felt his hands on her hips as his hips rose up instinctively into her. She suddenly fell back as his hands caught her lower back as her arms flew over her head and she absorbed his thrusts with her full weight. Trembling with endless waves of pleasure.

 

[BeachBum25]

He was still confused, but he was enjoying everything about the way Kelly was fucking his big cock. He moved with her. They were perfect together. He reached for her tits as she grabbed at them wildly. There was no love-making here. This was a wild, lust-filled fuck, and Kelly was obviously enjoying it as much as he was.

With his back to the floor, Patrick could not see what was going on in the warehouse. He could, however, hear all the comments, all the groans, all the catcalls. He heard men and women asking Kelly to fuck them. Some women called to Kelly asking to have Patrick when she was done with him. It was all other-worldly.

She had no idea what she meant by giving another pain, but he would be happy to be in any world where he could pleasure Kelly and she could pleasure him. Patrick had never been so attracted to, or aroused by a woman as he was by Kelly, and that was only heightened by what was happening now.

He looked side to side when she said to let him watch. Who was she talking about? Catching her as she fell backward, Patrick started to thrust faster and harder up into her. "You want my cum Kelly? You want me to fill your tight cunt with my thick seed? You want you master to see me fill you?"

He had no idea if he was accurate with his last comment. He just threw it out there. Then, he exploded in her. Patrick filled her wonderful pussy with rope after rope of thick cum... flooding her as their cum mixed together as he continued to pump his hips up to her.

 

[wickedpen]

The music, the lights, the crowd all seemed to intensify the man she was riding.

"So fucking good!" she cooed in her head as her body seized in an orgasmic cramps mounted on Patrick. Barely able to focus on a single sense the body jarring thrusts up into her caught her attention. The noise and lights were just that but she felt him under her.

She smiled and began gyrating her hips, milking his conduit. She fell on his kissing his cheek and panting "thank you. thank you." then suddenly the cage was back on the landing and Kelly was dashing down the steps and disappeared into the crowd.

 

[BeachBum25]

Before he knew what was going on, Kelly was off him and running through the crowd and out of sight. He sat up and looked around. The nymphet motioned for him to come out of the cage and took his cock in her hand as he stepped out.

The nymphet turned to him, "You could have any woman in here. They all want you to do to them what you just did to Bridgette." She squeezed his cock lightly and stroked it just a little as she led him back through the door. Once out of the reach of the groping women, the nymphet pointed to where his clothes were and went back out to her post.

He slowly dressed; trying to comprehend what was going on. There was no doubt that he had been used in some strange game between Kelly and the man with the voice that had boomed over the PA system. He wasn't sure what the game was, but, he knew he was a pawn in their game.

Making his way back through the crowd, he checked out some of the women that the nymphet had told him he could have if he wanted. Several women reached and groped his cock through his pants as he made his way to the exit.

Once outside, he found his car and headed home. He had no idea what the future held for him and Kelly. At that moment, he was thinking that he would be surprised if he ever saw her again. He wasn't sure why he felt that way, but he did.

 

[wickedpen]

Stalking Patrick from afar was making Kelly crazy. The stunt at the warehouse had given MM a renewed need for the delicious Kelly. He of course did not touch her but it was a mental thing. She wanted to know that she was thinking of him, always. Like now for example as she shuffles with the smokers in a long grey rain coat and scarf over her head watching the ambulances come in and then a lucky moment to see him.

She had bought scrubs and had a whole plan to slip inside change and then confront him in an empty room.

"Hey Kelly, I am back here." Eddie said from the shadows as though he was reading her mind about trying to contact him. "This is as far as I am willing to let you go." his voice was casual but serious. Confidence that he not only could but would hurt her if necessary. This was the type of loyalty the matchmaker employed.

She looked back but the latest Ambulance was not Patrick and she dropped her cigarette and stepped on it. Her black and white pumps clicked on the sidewalk until she got into the back seat where Eddie held the door open.

The black leather and interior behind the blackened windows protected Kelly, as did Eddie and the driver, Tony, She steamed with desire and annoyance at her situation. Her phone buzzed and she looked at it know it was him.

"Yes?" she answered and then listened as the older man on the other end of the phone spoke for a minute.

"Yes sir, that would make me very happy." she said as Eddie looked back with a smirk getting an eyeful of his charge with her raincoat having fallen open. Looking up she catches and Eddie and gives him a playful wink before pulling the coat back over her.

Kelly cupped her hands around the phone and turned away into the corner and sighed "thank you lover."

Almost immediately Eddie's phone started ringing.

"Yeah boss." Eddie answered. He did not speak again until he said "understood." He put his phone away as the car continued onto the interstate.

Patrick's phone dinged unexpectedly with the text message "The doctor will see you now. -MM:"

 

[BeachBum25]

Patrick went back to his regular routine. It had been several days, and he had heard nothing from Kelly or Bridgette, or whatever her name was. For the first day, he spent a lot of time trying to figure out what the game was that he was involved in. However, that wore off after a while, and he tried to push it all out of his head.

Over the next day or so, the only time he thought of Kelly was when he thought he saw her standing in the shadows around the hospital or around the firehouse. When he looked again, there was nobody there. It was just his mind playing tricks on him.

He finished his shift and was leaving the locker room when his phone buzzed. He looked down at the message from a number he did not know. "Who are you? What is your game?" he replied to the text. There was no response.

Patrick sat in his car and wondered what he should do. He was getting tired of the game, although, he was not tired of Kelly. He didn't think he could ever get tired of Kelly. She was incredible, but, she was part of the game too, and it was frustrating.

He started the car and headed to her office. Patrick assumed that is where she would see him, since the text message referenced the doctor. He wanted to know what was going on. He was going to demand that she let him in on the little game she was playing.

After parking the car, Patrick headed up to the Therapist's office. He noticed a limo parked outside the main entrance, and wondered if it belonged to the person who identified him/herself as MM. He looked at it closely to remember it and then headed inside.

He entered the office and attempted to go into the back office. He couldn't get in. The door was locked. He looked around the outer office and wondered if he had been mistaken about where the doctor would see him. He stood there for a moment and then took out his phone and texted MM... "Office closed. I guess I missed my appointment."

 

[wickedpen]

Eddie's shadow covered Patrick as he stood frustrated with the phone and the situation.

"You can go ahead and get naked for her." Eddie said with his deep tough guy baritone.

Patrick was big and trained but Eddie was six six and well over three hundred and most likely carrying at least one weapon.

See Patrick's discomfort with the situation Eddie said "cheer up pal. I'd give a nut to have some of that." nodding towards the door as he sat on the bench, unconcerned with any aspect of the situation.

"The door will open when you are naked. Otherwise we can sit here all night." Eddie offered as he lit a cigarette.

 

[BeachBum25]

Patrick noticed the outer door to the office open and there appeared a man that had to duck to fit through the doorway. He stared at the man when he told him to undress for Kelly, but Patrick did not make any moves.

Weighing his options, Patrick looked the man over. Patrick was trying to find a weakness; something he could exploit if the need would arise. He actually thought about Kelly and what he would have to do to protect her if this beast of a man tried anything.

Believing that he had found the weakness, Patrick put that in the back of his head in case he needed it. He hoped he didn't need it, but, he wasn't so sure.

Patrick took off his shirt and laid it over the back of a chair as the large man sat down and watched him. "I can think of a lot of things that I would like to do tonight, but at no time would I ever think that I would want to sit here with you all night.

Kicking off his shoes, Patrick unbuttoned, unzipped and then lowered his pants. Stepping out of them, he placed them with his shirt, before removing his boxerbriefs and sitting them on the chair.

Assuming all along that there was a camera in the room and that someone was watching what was happening, Patrick moved his eyes around the room trying to locate it. He could not confirm it, but he thought he saw several locations where cameras could be located.

Not looking at the muscle of the operation, he looked around the room again so that the person controlling the situation could see him from any angle. "Okay MM, I did what your muscle here told me to do. What's next? The door is supposed to open now."

 

[wickedpen]

"Mr Boyle, welcome back and aren't you looking, (clearing her digital throat) well this evening?" Becky the automated AI assistant spoke into the room in with such vibrant audio it was as though Patrick could feel her warm breath passing between her lips carrying the words.

The door slid open and the office was dark. Only a single spot light beam on the center of the pedestal desk. The windows were now black. The city was gone as though turned off but.

Kelly said "Come in" in her professional voice. It sounded as though she may be behind the desk in the shadows.

Eddie pulled a betting sheet from his coat pocket and went to looking for winners as though nothing out of the ordinary was happening.

"Security for the rich and weird." Eddie thought as the trifecta at Belmont tomorrow looked enticing.

"Patrick I want you to come in here." Kelly was having a hard time being patient.

"Please enter the office Mr Boyle." Becky asked a bit less patient herself.

 

[BeachBum25]

Patrick's head was spinning. He had no idea what the hell was going on. The muscle guy was sitting in the outer office now looking over a racing card, The AI voice, Becky, was talking as if she was a real person watching him, and Kelly was speaking to him from a dark part of her office.

Slowly, he entered the room. He said nothing at first. Patrick's eyes moved around the room looking to find what the next surprise in this "relationship" was going to be. As much as he liked Kelly and as attracted to her as he was, Patrick was wondering if it was all worth it. Maybe, he just needed to move on.

Stopping just inside the door, Patrick continued to survey his surroundings. Until the meathead in the outer office had arrived, he had never been concerned about his safety. Now, he was being extra cautious about moving in. It was obvious that MM had something up his sleeve.

"I wish I could say that I was happy to be back Becky, but I am not certain that I am. Things have really become very weird since my last visit." His eyes continued to move. "Dr. Brown would be able to tell you just how weird things have become." Yes, he was talking to an AI voice... things were really weird.

"Okay Dr. Brown, I am not sure why I am here, but I have followed all the directions so far. MM texted me that the doctor would see me, which led me here. I am sure you gave him my cell number." He paused for a second.

"The blockhead security guy told me I had to get naked before you would see me, so, I got naked. Now, I am in your office as you and your AI, Becky, have directed. What next, Dr. Brown?"

 

[wickedpen]

Kelly moved around the room in silence as her bare feet moved purposefully through the darkness. Once behind the desk she pressed a button and the door shut. She stepped into the light with the pedestal of marble between them. She was dressed completely in a leather body suit. Her feet were visible as fine black leather covered every other inch, from head to ankle. Her face was now some sort of mesh circle she could see and breath through but that is it. It was the most elaborate chastity suit ever imagined. All of it was strapped to a single lock on her left shoulder where a combination lock was tight.

"I will allow this." the matchmaker boomed through the sound system. "One male orgasm." the voice boomed then was silent.

Kelly looked into Patrick's eyes as the room became slightly illuminated like a sliver of the moon came out from behind a cloud. Kelly looked like a strange sex toy on the outside. An obscenely hot sex toy but not like Kelly. Behind the mask her face showed the horror of wanting him so much she would put him through this. She was split in two, drawn to his kindness and honesty, yet driven to physically bond with him anyway she could.

Life is a tangle of commitments and promises, honesty and lies and managing these, even for the most ethical, can leave one torn apart, certainly the body and mind opposition is not uncommon. A relationship of mutual mental desire can allow almost anything of the body. A relationship of mutual physical desire can allow anything of the mind. These two exquisite humans were separated by a calf skin from scratching that sleepless itch of mutual physical desire, yet the mental trap Kelly is in restricts her full on desires, making them that much intense.

"He thought this would teach me." Kelly says, her voice pained yet wanting. "He thought I would not be willing to go without, to give selflessly." She looks away, ashamed of how that makes her look. Slowly she turns back to him.

The leather of the suit is so finely tailored the rise of her nipples is apparent. Like a second skin, over everything, but her feet.

Kelly's eyes rise over the marble to see Patrick's reaction.

 

[BeachBum25]

Patrick became even more confused. He was actually considering turning around and walking out. Then, the door behind him closed, and he felt trapped. He continued to look around, but the darkness made it difficult to see anything. He looked for cameras, but, with the spotlight on the pedestal desk, he could see nothing.

The voice over the speakers was proof that everything that was going on would be watched. Patrick looked at Kelly; her amazing form being shown off by the leather that encased her incredible body. The mesh over her face, was confusing... the lock on her shoulder convincing him that, for some reason, this was all about punishing Kelly.

"So, Bridgette, tell me what is going on. What is it that you did to anger him? Why is it that I have become the pawn in this game?" He stood there, naked, waiting for her response. He was pretty certain that she would not share any information since MM was definitely watching and he had his goon outside the door.

"Why does he need to teach you? I have witnessed you giving of yourself. I know that he watched us in here before. He would have seen it. How could he not have seen you giving? Does he really want to see you giving but not getting anything in return? That is a true sign of punishment."

Patrick's mind was now focused on only one thing... how could he get Kelly out of this predicament? How could he secure her freedom from the clutches of MM? Would he be able to get her away and have her to himself and not have to worry about the craziness of this man who was afraid to show himself?

 

[wickedpen]

"Patrick, I think you are confused. I am Doctor Kelly Brown." the leather encased person said. "You are Patrick Boyles and I am your therapist. Don't you remember?" her voice confident and strong.

It was suddenly surreal, next level surreal, as Kelly, woman in leather suit, ignored and or disregarded any knowledge of anyone named "Bridgette" through her every tone and word.

"Patrick do you understand the parameters of the treatment?" Kelly said with a hint of anxiety. Not so much nervous as in a hurry. When he did not answer immediately she deftly stepped around the desk, a second spotlight lit her rich brown leather bodysuit in a pinkish hue, as Patrick's tracking spotlight was bluish, making him appear pale. She moved to within inches of him, face to face, or to be more precise, face to mask. Her leather encasement was millimeters from his stiff cock, as at least some aspect of this was arousing.

"I want you to use me as an object for your sexual gratification. You may rub against any part of me you find pleasing or just have me watch, if you are merciless." Kelly said, smiling behind the mask. She was nearly trembling being so close to him but unable to touch him or feel him skin to skin. Her hands flexed her fingers in a rhythmic pattern, feeling the bonds of the gloves on her skin. Only her feet were uncovered.

"fucking Match Maker. " she thought wanting Patrick inside her again.

After an agonizing five or six seconds of silent nervous twitching and muscular tension Kelly blurted out, "you will not be allowed to leave until you cum."

The moment she said it, she regretted it. She thought he might need some encouragement to get going.

"Bad practice to not complete a treatment." Kelly groaned unable to resist rubbing her gloves hands over her leather body suit from knee to head, in a fit for sensation. Trapped like an animal in a cage.

 

[BeachBum25]

This situation was other-worldly. Patrick felt like he had been dumped into some wild six-fi sex movie and he had no way to get out of it. He stood motionless as he listened to the leather-bound woman in front of him talk about being Dr. Brown, his therapist.

As she moved around the pedestal desk and approached him, Patrick’s eyes moved over her incredible form. He wanted to rip the leather outfit from her body and fuck her long and hard right where she stood; his cock was so hard and aches to be buried deep inside of her.

Patrick listened as Kelly told him that he was not going to be able to leave until he had cum. His mind raced. He knew he could handle the meat head out in the lobby by taking him by surprise, but he wasn’t sure he would be able to get through either door. There was no doubt in his mind that MM had locked the doors and was controlling the locks.

He knew Kelly was trying to act like a professional in a very uncomfortable situation. She was playing the role of therapist at the moment, because MM was making her. Patrick wanted to protect her, so he had her kneel in front of him. “I want this hard cock moving over your wonderful tits. Even through the suit, I will enjoy your treatment and I will leave my cum on your mask and the suit.”

Patrick moved his hips, his thick hard cock sliding over Kelly’s leather covered tits. His mind was on sliding his cock between her uncovered tits. He wanted her so bad and that was where his focus was. “You are going to wear my cum Dr. Brown. I am going to cover you in it to complete the treatment.”

 

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"Yes Patrick, please let me give you a moments pleasure as I know the ache for you." she said holding her chest out for him. It was nothing like the real thing with an hours sweat coating her cleavage.

"Lay down on your back" Kelly said as she moved and quickly straddled him. She rubbed her bare feet against his calves and feet and thighs. now her leather sealed crotch was pressing against his hard cock, a single thin hide of a dear, sweet lamb was sewn into the suit. She began to work herself along him.

She worked herself slowly at first but his hands on her tight ass pressed her harder and faster than she wanted.

"Let me use my feet on it when you are close." she gasped through the mess mask. The leather suit feeling like chain mail or worse as she wanted Patrick so badly. She writhed and jerked as even the leather could keep her from orgasm.

"Patrick please! Let me wrap my feet around your cock and feel it, skin to skin as you erupt." she begged rocking up and down his shaft.

 

[BeachBum25]

Just being with Kelly was arousing. His hard cock moved over her leatherbound chest. His mind continuing to race; torn between the desire to figure out what the fuck was going on and the desire to be intimate with Kelly.

When Kelly told him to lay on his back, he did so; moving slowly as his eyes darted around. He did not like being in the vulnerable position that he was moving to. Being off his feet left him defenseless, and that was concerning to him considering everything that was going on around him.

All was forgotten when she straddles him and began to move over his throbbing member. His hands grabbed her ass, and squeezed it hard; pressing her down harder on him. In other circumstances, Patrick would love to see Kelly bound in leather like this... to start anyway. He had a feeling that she wouldn't be in the suit that long though.

"She almost begged him to allow her to use her feet on his cock. It was the only part of her body that was not covered in leather. He wasn't ready to let her move off his cock yet, though. His hands on her ass kept her right in place on his cock.. their joint movements pushing him closer to orgasm.

"You want to use your feet on this hard cock, Dr. Brown? Is that some new type of therapy that you are using?" He looked up at her.. staring toward her eyes through her mask.... not certain he was really making eye contact.

"Go ahead and do it Dr. Brown. Use your new therapy on my cock." He watched as Kelly adjusted herself and wrapped her feet around his hard shaft. It was a first for Patrick. He had never had a woman use her feet on him, and, probably because it was the only skin Kelly could use on him, it felt great.

"Fuck yes Dr. Brown. Make me cum. Do what he wants you to do." Patrick exploded... shooting giant ropes of cum everywhere... certain that this was all witnessed by the person who was acting as a puppeteer.

 

[wickedpen]

The thing about the MatchMaker is he reads people. He knows Kelly is the kind of person who craves physical touch, skin to skin. He knew somehow, that she never let anyone fuck her unless they was bareback. So he uses this information creating situations to test limits.

As Patrick agrees she slide back until her tight ass is between his knees and my little feet come together with his cock pressing it between them. I moan with pleasure feeling his warm skin against mine. Leaning back on my hands I perform a yoga exercise extending her legs up his body as her feet grip his cock, her toes against the head. Pushing up and then back. His view is of her leather body body played open to perform for him.

"It feels so good." she moans, sounding as though she is the one being pleasured. "I love touching you." Kelly continues ecstatic, her feet like hands working Patrick who was in perfect sync in this strange position.

Kelly knew Patrick well enough, in terms of his orgasmic tells to know he was close. She began pulling his cock upward so her feet moved vertically above him. His first grunt propelled his seed well over his shoulder in a magnificent arch the spotlight captured beautifully. Kelly lost her concentration and connection with his cock. Patrick could not waste this moment, jumping over and dry humping her leather clad body as though it weren't until he was full drained.

He laid on her for a few minutes before lifting his head, thinking of the mind games and physical games being played. The door clicked and opened on the empty lobby outside before he could realize he was the direct beneficiary of these horrible constraint filled episodes. Then he heard her speak.

"Please kiss my feet and our session will be complete." she whispered hearing the echos of the Match Maker words, "make him yours, or lose him."