A Little Sex, A Little Talking

"So," Dr. Stone said, as they settled into their familiar chairs for tea—iced tea, today. "You've had a week to think about last week's session. How do you feel about this form of therapy?"

The psychiatrist wore a distractingly short miniskirt, small jacket, and midriff-bearing blouse. It looked better suited for a nightclub, a woman on the prowl for sex, than a professional, but it didn't actually show off anything inappropriate. Just an outfit worn by a woman comfortable with her body. By contrast, Sue was wearing shorts and a t-shirt over her Fantastic Four costume, which made her look like she was on her way to the gym.

"I guess I'm not clear on the point," Sue Storm said. "You say my stress is caused by my lack of sex, but I've been more stressed—more sexually frustrated—since I started seeing you. I just don't know if being submissive is really—me."

Dr. Stone smiled. She stood up, and walked toward Sue. The Invisible Woman instinctively moved back in her chair, but the other woman invaded her space. One knee came to rest on the seat cushion between Sue's legs. Was driven forward until it touched Sue's crotch. This close, Sue could smell Dr. Stone's perfume, was aware of the swell of her breasts, the fact that the doctor wasn't wearing a bra beneath that pale yellow blouse.

The psychiatrist's hand dipped down to Sue Storm's glass of ice tea. She brought up an ice cube.

"So you want to cum, Susan?" Dr. Stone said, her voice sultry.

Sue swallowed.

"Yes," she said.

"That's good. That's progress. I know this process can be difficult for you—frustrating, as you say—and if you want me to stop, I'll stop at any time."

The doctor's hand slid up beneath Sue's shirt. The Invisible Woman gasped as she felt the cold of the ice pressed against a nipple through her costume.

"As for whether you're really a submissive—I think being submissive will make it easier for you to embrace your sexuality. You need to overcome your own sexual hangups to really indulge in your sexuality. And if you can't give yourself permission to climax...then you need someone else to tell you."

Dr. Stone's hand found the back of Sue's head and gently tugged the blonde heroine's hair. Forcing Sue to expose her throat. The Invisible Woman breathing quickened as her domme brought the ice cube to play across her throat. To her lips...and the psychiatrist's knee pressed into Sue's crotch.

"Let's test it," Dr. Stone said, her voice husky. "Rub yourself against me. Let's see if you can cum."