Linda was right. I wasn’t sleeping well, and was drinking more. I just couldn’t release the tension. Of course it would be awkward, not to mention unethical for me to be Linda’s patient, so she referred me to one of her colleagues, Doctor Nash.
“Come in Gordon. How was your week?”
I’ve been seeing her once a week for several months now.
“Good Heidi. Ya, been a good week. Sure.”
“Really Gordon? Sit. We will talk about your answer.”
Doctor Heidi Nash speaks with a bit of a Northern European accent and idioms. She told me to address her by her first name our first session right after I signed the ‘Doctor Patient Contract’.
Five foot three or four tall. Pretty face. Starling blue eyes. Thick long blond hair to the nape of her neck. Pale complexion. Age? Don’t know, forty five to sixtyish?
“So Gordon, you see where we’re going with this?”
“Yes, I’ll try the mind exercises every night before I leave work.”
“Good.”
The next week everything changed.
“So, Gordon. We have reached a plateau. You are feeling better, but still tense a bit at the end of the week. Yes?”
“Yes, that’s about it.”
“So, let me use an analogy. When you start kindergarten you are uneducated. Yes?”
“Ah, yes?”
“Then as the school year continues you learn number, how to count.”
“Yes?”
“Then the next year you learn to use those numbers to add and subtract. The next year you learn to multiply and divide. And so on year after year.”
“Yes, I?”
“Now Gordon, you are ready to graduate my ‘kindergarten’ and move up a level. Or perhaps you would think of it as moving from design to construction in your trade?”
“Uh?”
“You do trust me, don’t you Gordon?”
“Yes, yes, of course Heidi.”
“And now it is time to move on to the next level. Correct?”
“Yes, sure Doctor. If you think so. That I’m ready I mean.”
“Good. Come.” A bit stern? She stood and walked quickly trough the door. I jumped up and followed.
We were back in her reception room. Behind us her office we’d just left. Straight ahead the door to the corridor. To the right another door. There was a chair, love seat and small table with some reading material arranged in a fan on it. There was no receptionist, and never anyone else there when I came or went.
Doctor Heidi motioned me through the door to the right and followed me in.
It was a toilet/changing room with a commode, vanity, shower, bench and clothes rack with some plastic hangers. Oddly, to the left was a Dutch door with a big, sweep second hand, analog clock above.
“When you arrive for next week’s session, you will strip to your underwear. Then, exactly at three you will got through that door. Do you understand, Gordon?”
“Yes Heidi. But, um?”
She was already into the reception room. She gently closed the door to her office behind herself.
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“Honey, what’s the matter?” Naturally after all these years Linda can read me like a book.
“Whatta you mean?” Silly me.
“You’re tense about something since you got home from therapy.”
So I told her about the ‘next step’.
“Probably one of those trust building exercises. Like when I have group sessions, I have members of the group take turns falling backwards and being caught by the rest of the group.”
“Oh wise one, as always….Really!”
She lay back along the couch and lifted the hem of her knee length, elbow length sleeve, blue print dress. She wasn’t wearing panties. A before supper invitation.
Kiss the inside of one thigh. Kiss the inside of the other thigh. Kiss up to her pussy. Nuzzle her fur patch. Kiss those beautiful lips. God I love eating my sweetie. Kiss lick. Poke tongue in. Lick.
“Mm. Good boy!”
I love her so much. I love eating her. I love how she purrs praise as I eat. How her hands gently clasp over my ears. The way her legs wrap around the small of my back. The sweet little mouse squeaks she make when she cums.
“Oh, Gord. Oh. OH!…Eee, eee. AH!”
God I love Linda.
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The second hand climbed to ’12’. Three on the dot. I opened the door. Coming from the windowless changing room, I’m momentarily blinded by the sunlight streaming through the wall of glass behind the tall chair Doctor Heidi is sitting on.
“Come, on your knees and kiss my feet.”
I was so stunned by the strange order and her stern voice, I surprised myself and obeyed. As my eyes adjust I see she’s wearing a long sleeve maroon satin bow collar blouse and a mid calf length darker maroon wool skirt with a wide red leather belt. I kiss her red extreme spike heel open toe pumps.
“You may stand. Shoulders back, eyes straight ahead, stand at attention.”
Cripes!
“Good. Your session will be short today. In this room you will address me as ‘Mistress’. You will obey and only speak with My permission. On the reception room’s table are two documents. One is the doctor patient agreement for this faze of therapy, the other a waiver of liability.
“I have determined the best course of treatment for you involves humiliation and pain. Unless you agree I can no longer help you. So, get dressed, read and if you want my help, sign the documents. Leave one copy of each, and take the other. If you do not want to continue with my help. Leave. If you quit my treatment, never return. If you are late, the door will be locked. If you miss a session, never return.
” I will expect you at three next week. Do you understand?”
“Yes, er, Mistress.”
“Good. Leave now.”
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“You signed it then? Let’s see the documents.”
“Yes Babe. In for a penny, right?”
As Linda scanned the documents Her left hand stroked her long straight black hair from her eyes, the gesture that always looks so sexy. The tip of her tongue brushes her lips. “I’m glad you decided to keep with it dear.”
“But doesn’t it seem kinda weird?”
Later in bed Linda stroked me to attention. “Oo, my man is standing at attention for me. I think he’s been very good today and deserves a kiss.”
Oh God, the way she fondles my balls as she kisses my helmet.
“Mm,mm,mm.” I love how she makes those sounds as she swallows.
“Would you like me to continue, sweetie?”
“God, yes. Please!”
“Mm,mm, mm.” Her head bobs up and down, I stroke her hair. I smooth her red satin nighty down her back and try to hold on.
“Mm.”
“Oh, Lindaaaa!” I cum and cum. She milks me dry.
She gives me a cum flavored kiss. I’m still amazed I won her heart. So beautiful, so smart, so superior, but she settled for me. We cuddle to sleep.
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‘Gordon, you have pleased me,’ read the note on the vanity, ‘strip and put on this pink cock cage. You will leave the key on the vanity for after our session.’ For the last three weeks only the bottom half of the Dutch door had been unlocked. When the second hand reached ’12’ I opened it and crawled to doctor Mistress.
She was wearing a long black gown. It reminded me of the wife in the sixties sitcom ‘The Adams Family’ dresses. Ankle length, long full sleeves, high lace collar. She nodded as I crawled to her. ‘Rule number three: at the start of each session you will kiss Mistress’s feet.’ Her extreme spike heel shoes were a weave of thin black leather laces that wound well above her thin ankles.
“Open the drapes, Gordon.”
“Yes Mistress.
The floor to ceiling drapes were to the right of the tall glass windows. They innocently hid an array of torture and bondage toys In the middle of the wall was a padded ‘St. Andrews’ cross. To it’s left a slotted display board, but instead of the usual white, it was painted bright red, It’s shelves and hooks held a variety of Her toys. To the right were a few padded benches on casters, of various shapes.
“Step to the wall, facing the big ‘X’ Gordon.”
“Yes Mistress.”
After securing me, Mistress began the session. It had become normal (if you can believe it) to be restrained and questioned by Doctor Mistress, fully clothed, while I, naked, answered her questions.
As I told Her about my week She went to the red board and selected a meter long thin round rod. She gently tapped my side just below my ribs, then slid it up and down my inner thighs as we talked.
“Thank you for being so honest Gordon, but you still have been very bad. Haven’t you?”
Barely above a whisper I answered. “Yes Mistress.”
“You treatment will begin.”
Smack!
“Uh!”
Smack!
“Aa.”
Smack!
“AA!” My balls!
“There.”
Through gritted teeth, “Thank You Mistress.”
Mistress released my bonds then wrapped me in a gentle embrace. “You are forgiven, Gordon. You may go now.”
“Thank You Mistress.” I whimpered.
I was glad my car was an automatic. I could sit with my legs spread as I drove to give my swollen balls lots of room. Linda reminded me Doctor Heidi knew what she was doing, was well respected, and never has a patient complaint.
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Spike heel, knee high shiny white leather boots, a knee length pleated pink skirt and a pink long sleeve angora sweater with a big soft loose pile of collar.
I crawl in and kiss Her boots. Today’s cock cage is a smaller one, of stainless steel rods.
“Open the drapes.”
“Yes Mistress.”
“Sit.” She pointed at the hard wooden straight back arm chair. She secured my wrists and ankles, then slid over a padded stool for herself, and went to the red board.
“So, you will tell me about your week Gordon.”
“Yes Mistress.”
As She questioned me She worked her fingers into the blue examination gloves She’d brought from the board. I eyed the riding crop across her lap.
As always the questions became more difficult to answer because the answers were embarrassing. As Mistress Heidi questioned me Her left hand fondled my balls and Her right stroked me with the riding crop. My cock tried squeezing out between the bars.
Mistress stood. “You have had a bad week Gordon.” She walked back to the board, leaving the riding crop on Her stool. “I know you are frustrated, but the problems and delays are not your apprentice or your PA’s fault.”
She returned with a red ball gag. “Open your mouth and we will begin your treatment, Gordon.”
She sat, and in a gentle voice told me where I’d failed and what I must do to re-gain my worker’s trust. As She spoke Her left hand gripped my hanging balls and squeezed tighter and tighter.
“Agh!”
“Quiet! Sit up straight.”
“She began slapping my sides and stomach with Her weapon. Then she released my balls and smacked them until I was nauseous.
“There, that is enough, I think.” She released me and gave me a cuddle. “Now you are forgiven. You may go now.”
“Thank you Mistress.”
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“But Linda, look what she did to me!”
“Oh, don’t be such a baby. You know it’s helping. No pain no gain. Is that bag of frozen peas helping?”
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Naked except for my pink plastic cage I crawled to Mistress and kissed her red pointed toe pumps. Her dusty blue skirt was fanned out across her throne. Her royal purple satin puff sleeve blouse was unbuttoned enough to show a hint of cleavage. The drapes were already open and the saw horse bench pulled out to the middle.
“Today it is time for your first pony ride. Shall we get you mounted up, Gordon?”
“Yes please Mistress.”
I soon realized why the pony’s legs looked odd. The ones at the front were straight down from the edges of the top, but at the other end they spread out to almost three feet wide at the floor. Wide leather cuffs that reminded me of blood pressure cuffs were secured with Velcro around my wrists as I lay stomach down on the foot wide padded top. I spread my legs so my ankles could be similarly secured.
As Mistress slipped on her blue Nitrile examination gloves she said: “Today, Gordon we will talk about your home life, because work and home must be in balance. Would you agree?”
“Yes Mistress.”
We soon were exploring my feelings about Linda and home as Mistress stroked my back and fondled my hanging balls. Strangely I was so distracted I couldn’t help but answer truthfully, holding nothing back.
“So, Gordon, lets sum all this up.” She gagged me with a dog bone one. “You let Linda and the housekeeper..”
“Mmgh!”
“Quiet Gordon, it’s just a butt plug. Now as I was saying, you contribute nothing towards the house work………” She continued to remind my of various things She thought I should think about, including our sex life. “So you’ve had anal sex with Linda, and you did use a condom. But Linda never buggered you. Does that seem fair?
“Now, lets begin your treatment.”
From the red board she chose a wide hard leather strap.
I screamed and screamed through the dog bone until I was reduced to whimpering.
She released my wrists and ankles and gave me my ‘you’re forgiven’ hug.
“Make sure you wash the gag, cage and butt plug thoroughly and leave them on the vanity. You may leave now.”
“T-t -thank You M-Mistress.” I whimpered.
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“Really, even our sex life?”
I blushed remembering all the intimate details I’d told Doctor Nash. Odd how even thinking about my shame, our love making was always more intense after my therapy sessions.
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A different steel cock cage. It had a tube that inserted into my urethra. At least there was a tube of lube on the vanity beside it.
I crawled in and kissed her woven bamboo platform sandals. Her pink sundress had red hearts for polka dots.
“Open the drapes and bring the pony to the middle of the room, Gordon.”
“Yes Mistress.”
“You may mount the pony.”
“Thank You Mistress.”
Something different. Instead of asking questions She went to the board and got a pink rubber ball gag and secured it around my head.
“You are a useless little slave Gordon. Week after week you tell me about your bad behavior. Week after week, you are a bad little slut. A useless cunt.” I was shocked by her language. “You are of no further interest to me. I will publish my account of your treatment in the journal, of course.
“But I am not a cruel Mistress. I understand you will need ongoing treatment, probably for the rest of your useless life. I have sold you to another Mistress. You will meet her in a few minutes. She will demonstrate her dominance over you. Then we will have a short ceremony at which you WILL pledge yourself to her service and she will collar you.”
She went to the door. My heart stopped. Heidi and Linda shared a long sweet lovers kiss. Not a sisterly peck. I never suspected. God my cock was so painfully wonderfully erect in it’s confinement.
Linda wore her silver sparkly open toe spikes and her velvet little black mini dress. So sexy.
“You didn’t bring the ‘black momba’ or the ‘purple penetrator’?” asked Mistress as she pulled on her blue examination gloves.
“No, I think he’ll learn his place if I start him with this little pink nine incher.”
Mistress Heidi dribbled lube on my crack and worked it in with her gloved finger as Linda hiked up the hem of her dress and adjusted her strapon, standing where I had to watch the girlcock bob as she adjusted it’s harness.
“Mmgh! Mmgh! Ghh! Ghh!” I screamed and shook my head ‘NO’.
The beginning of Gordon’s new life.