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| The New Patient |
| By Paulina |
He was the last patient of the day on the Friday before Labor Day. She needed the break, and was looking forward to the long weekend, all by herself. No problems to deal with for 3 whole days.....that would be heaven, she thought to herself. She was almost sorry that she agreed to see him this late in the day, a new patient, and all, but he sounded so troubled that she didn't have the heart to turn him down.
The bell rang, and she buzzed him in almost reluctantly. She knew that he was a blue collar guy, a construction worker on a new project two blocks from her office building. He didn't want to tell her what the problem was over the phone, only that it was "urgent," and he was not able to speak openly, since he was calling from work.
When she came out to greet him.....she noticed his pleased expression when he saw her. He looked her up and down quickly, hoping she would not take notice of his apparent favorable appraisal of her. She usually tried to look conservative and wore business suits to the office. Today she had on her navy blue skirt with a matching blazer and a white button down blouse with one button left open at the collar. In order to look more professional, she wore her long auburn hair in a bun and wore glasses, even though she did not need them.
When they shook hands, she could feel the callouses on his hand. He smiled knowing that her smooth soft skin was probably unaccustomed to the rough feel of such hands.. Not a lady of her stature. "I'm sorry about the rough hands," he said apologetically, "hazards of my trade I guess." She smiled at him , "no apologies necessary," she said softy, trying to ease his embarrassment. He wore tight faded blue jeans and a black tee shirt that accentuated his muscular body. His dark curly hair fit his rugged good looks. She could almost feel his coal-like eyes watching her intently as she turned and led him into the sanctuary of her inner office. Once inside she motioned to one of the two chairs across from hers.and invited him to sit down. He looked at the two black leather chairs somewhat disappointed.....and asked, "What about on there?", pointing to the black leather couch that she seldom used any more. Seeing no harm in accommodating him, she said: "If you would like", nonchalantly. Some new clients still expected a Psychologist's office to have a couch, even though it wasn't prudent any more, with Managed Care wanting a quick cure in ten visits or less.
Once completely inside, he looked around her office ....noticing the somewhat provocative paintings that she had purchased on her last trip to the Orient. One was a nude of her, painted by a young Frenchman who had lost his inspiration to paint and came to the Orient to "find" himself. Not only had he found himself, but she had helped to ignite his passion for painting again and for a lot more. He made a gift of his painting to his muse, to commemorate his coming of age, as well as her own, in many ways.
He noticed the rich fabric of the dark green drapes which were now pulled open, illuminating the city sky line at dusk The thick green carpet matched the drapes, making the room feel warm and inviting. She took pride in having decorating her office herself. Picking out every statuette, lamp and picture, mostly on her world travels. Her desk and the rest of the decor had an Asian influence....She particularly liked the Silk Screen partition, with the Hologen lamp nestled behind.it, making the light cascade across the teak paneled walls. through its thin fabric....She loved the whole Eastern cultural mystique.....The duality of Yin and Yang ......the masculine and feminine energy, that created a dance of give and take.....forceful and passive.....She often felt that dance within herself...the giving and receiving of ideas of emotions, of passions.
She watched him settle in as she took her seat beside the couch, out of his range or vision. When she sat down, her thigh high hose made a rustling sound as she crossed her right leg over her left. She liked the dichotomy of her personality, her external appearance did not match her hidden side. One of her lovers called her a Paradox, a Contradiction.....she took that as a compliment. Although she looked all businesslike in her suits....she loved to wear provocative undergarments. It made her feel aware of herself, even though no one else saw them. She felt sensual wearing them....She particularly liked thong panties and how they nestled and conformed to the crevices of her body. She liked to wear matching lace garter belts, fastened to her thigh highs. Some days she felt "naughty" and wore all black....black lace bra, matching panties and a black garter belt fastened to her hose. Today's color scheme was white.....some days it was red..and some days it might be a floral print. It varied, depending on the mood she was in.
She was overwhelmingly weary this evening as she reached for her pad and pen. She wasn't sure if she was up to hearing this troubled man's saga She looked out of her window feeling a bit melancholy herself, realizing that the warm summer winds were receding into a memory; just as her own days and life seemed to be passing before her lately, uneventfully, unsavored, unlived. The city lights twinkled against the darkening sky, and she felt the weight of the world on her shoulders. She was long overdue for a break. from the problems and concerns that life seemed to have dumped not only on her patients but on her as well. Even her feet were feeling achy in the high heeled pumps she had worn all day long. A throbbing headache was beginning to make itself known as well and she tried to rub it away at her temples. She closed her eyes, trying to focus on what he was saying, His voice, was soothing, warm and rich. She could almost imagine how his laugh sounded when sharing a joke or a funny story with one of the guys.
She reached behind her head and began to kneed her neck, trying to massage away the stress, when she suddenly felt his hands on her shoulders....."Let me do that for you Doc......you look beat." Her surprise at not even realizing that he was no longer on the couch but standing in back of her, shocked her. She started to get up and protest, but he held his hands on her shoulders....pressing down with increasing force. "Come on Doc, I promise I won't charge you." he said laughingly. "Please let go", she said, beginning to feel alarmed. "Come on Doc....we are almost buddies, aren't we?"...he said with less humor now. She tried to remain composed, despite her rising fear. He continued to rub her shoulders and exerted a downward pressure when he sensed that she was attempting to stand up again. "Doc, I will be honest with you, I didn't come here for a therapy session, you know that don't you?" He said, in a flat voice. Upon hearing this, she froze. She was beginning to feel panicked now, yet still trying to maintain a composed demeanor. "Why are you here then?", she asked, already knowing the answer. "Doc", he said, sensing the fear in her voice, "I am not here to hurt you, I see you walking back and forth near the construction site, and you look like you need somebody to take care of you for a change." She wanted to deny that truth of what he was saying, but she knew it would be a lie. She was so hungry for passion, for love. She longed to be held and caressed to be made safe, and protected, to not need to feel strong and carry the burdens of the world's troubled souls Her body ached for a man's touch.....to feel his mouth on her mouth...on her breasts.....touching, feeling, carressing....exploring her secret terrain.
Almost sensing her thoughts......he released his grasp of her shoulders a bit, and leaned down to whisper in her ear, "Let go Doc, just surrender, let me take you where you know you want to go". Almost reading her mind, he said," "I am not really a patient of yours, you know that, don't you?" She could only nod her head feebly "yes." She was so weary, so hungry for what he was offering. Her mind swirled, not knowing what to think, or say, or do. Before she could collect her thoughts, the decision was being made for her, as he slid his hands down to her breasts, caressing them through her blazer. She found herself not resisting, as his mouth gently kissed her neck. Still standing behind her, he unbuttoned the jacket buttons and began to unbutton the white blouse which she was wearing. In her mind, she was saying "no, no"....yet her mouth returned his kiss, tentatively at first, as his tongue searched out hers. Then more vigorously, as his tongue entered her hungry mouth, allowing herself to suck it, as he sucked her tongue, taking it into his mouth. He stopped and moved back, leaving her mouth hungering for his.
He then gently pressed her forward and removed the blazer and blouse from her shoulders. She felt like a slumbering child, allowing a parent to undress her for the night. He came around to the front of her and unzipped the side zipper of her skirt and slipped it off with one hand while raising her bottom slightly with the other hand. She watched the events as though through a haze, for to actually comprehend that a total stranger was undressing her would have been impossible to grasp.
When he came around to the back of her chair again, he held a black silk scarf which he had pulled out of his back pocket and gently covered her eyes with it.....At the feel of the material going around her eyes...she started to panic and attempted to stand up....but he gently kept her seated and whispered, "shhh....it's all right, I won't hurt you." She relented and allowed him to blindfold her.....she also did not protest when he took another scarf out and placed her hands behind her chair and secured her writsts with yet another silk scarf. With the deprivation of her sense of sight, she was aware of all the small sounds that she had not been aware of before. The traffic below her window, the hum of the air conditioner was louder than she had realized, the swirling of the ceiling fan, the rhythmical inhalation and exhalation of his breath. What sounded the loudest was her own heart beat echoing in her ears..She was aware of his cologne for the first time too; a scent that she liked, clean and manly. Her skin felt more alive, more alert as well. She felt the breeze on her skin from the ceiling fan, she felt his body heat emanating from him. She could almost absorb his essence through her skin.
The fear and excitement rippled through her uncontrollably; the anticipation of what was to come next was becoming overwhelmingly palpable. "What are you going to do," she asked in a breathless voice, tinged with fear. "Shhhh," is all she heard near her ear as the last of the knots were being tied on her wrists. She could feel her chest rising and falling as her breath mounted, afraid, shocked at herself, that she had allowed this. She tried to get up, but of course she could not since her wrists were bound behind her chair. She followed his every footstep with her ears, not knowing what he was doing, or was about to do, perhaps even kill her. The fear creeped into her throat, and she wanted to sob, at the fear and her stupidity of allowing this to happen.
She sensed him in front of her again, almost knowing that he was studying her body; looking at her full round breasts, seeing her nipples pressed against the soft fabric of the white lace. She was aware that her nipples had hardened and was embarrased by that revelation. She could feel his gaze as a hot laser beam, traveling down to her flat belly, down to her pubic area, where they lingered, then down her inner thighs. She pressed her thighs together, almost attempting to stop him from invading her with his gaze.
She knew that he was now kneeling in front of her, taking one ankle and then the other and fastening them to the legs of her chair, parting her thighs widely, despite her resistance, which was futile by now. Once her ankles were bound, she felt his calloused hands rubbing the soft skin of her inner thighs. She protested feebly through her clenched teeth, as her breath became labored. She threw her head back moaning at the sheer touch of his hands on her thighs....His touch was slow, it was deliberate, he was in no hurry. She could feel him studying her face, hearing her mounting moans, and heavy breathing.
His hands traveled higher to her parted pussy which was shaven clean. He moved the thin material of her thong to the side, sliding his thumbs inside her pussy lips which were very moist. She felt his fingers, exploring her, rubbing her, massaging her; her wetness mounted as did her moans. She squirmed in her chair, as she felt him grasp her from behind her knees, pulling her forward toward him so that now her bottom was on the edge of the chair. She felt his calloused fingers rub her clit, and she tried to stop the moans from escaping her lips, but it was useless....her body was no longer hers, it was his, he was orchestrating all her senses.
She could feel his thumbs parting her widely....and his mouth now replaced his hands; she could feel his moist tongue begin to lick her wet pussy, tasting her; taking in her musky, clean scent. His teeth gently biting, his lips sucking deeply then softly, his tongue maneuvering expertly. Her moans turned to groans, deep in her throat, like an animal. His fingers, mouth and tongue did not relent, until she could no longer hold back....and was about to climax as she had never climaxed before.....when he suddenly stopped.....and said in a menacing voice.... "no....I have not given you permission yet." Upon hearing that, she was totally shocked and confused.....not knowing what to make of this. "I mean that, you are never to cum without my permission again." he said, ignoring her shock.
Still stunned and flustered, she felt him stand up in front of her, lifting her chin up with his index finger and kissed her lips tenderly and whispered, "never without my permission from now on, not even when you touch yourself, is that understood?". She shook her head yes, knowing that she would obey, still not quite knowing why. She no longer cared why, she just knew that she would.
While still remaining standing in front of her, she heard the zipper of his faded jeans slide down. She heard him step out of them and approach her closer, feeling his hard cock close to her face. "Now, my pet", he said almost casually, "you will do as I say, without hesitation, or question, is that part understood as well?" She expected herself to come to her senses and reject such a notion, but found her self nodding "yes" instead. "Good," he said, pleased at such a compliant girl. "Now my pet, open your mouth for me." She did, however, hesitate and the anger in his voice when he commanded "NOW" startled her, and she opened her mouth promptly. "Good, now don't let that happen again." he said a bit softer now. Still with her mouth open, she could feel her lips being traced with the tip of his cock, going around, stopping and starting now and then. She longed to taste him, feel his hard cock in her mouth, suck him, lick him, take him deep into her mouth, deep into her throat, tasting his cum as he burst forth into her willing mouth, swallowing his nectar. But all that she was allowed to savor was the feel of his cock tip against her lips. Her pussy hungered for his cock as well, to fill her, ravage her, slam hard into her dripping pussy..over and over, harder and deeper until she could no longer bare the exquisite ache there.
But all that she felt was him stepping back, adjusting his zipper back up again, and whispering "good girl, that's enough for today." "But," she started to protest, and stopped when she sensed his disapproval at her protests. She felt her ankles being untied as well as the scarfs on the wrists being removed. Her blindfold remained where it was for a long time. She heard the door slam shut, and knew that he was gone. She sat motionless for a long time, the blind fold still covering her eyes. The ache in her pussy throbbed, and she reached down, slipping her hand inside her panties.....feeling her wetness as she had never felt it before....her fingers reached for her clit, rubbing it, massaging it, sending waves of unbearable excitement throughout her whole body...she inserted two of her fingers deeply inside, while her thumb still rubbed her clit. She felt as though she would explode into a million pieces.....when she suddenly stopped, remembering his order of not cuming without his permission. Reluctantly she removed her fingers from inside herself, breathing deeply still, blindfold still covering her eyes. When her breath finally became even, she removed the blindfold, and saw him sitting on her couch, watching her the whole time...a pleased expression crossed his lips. "Good girl," he said finally, "You will make a good submissive, I can see that now" as he approached her. "Now your training will begin in earnest," he said with satisfaction.
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Stories: Dream Girl
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