A little Sadism

Dr. Drake had a palm-held massager in his drawer for when his neck got tight.

He took it out, turned it on, and slid up tight up against Millie's pussy. He then gagged her with his sock.

While Millie sat there getting turned on, Dr. Drake busied himself by making an online chart of his female client conquests. He took his time, knowing this was driving Millie insane. He left the office and went out for coffee and a bear claw at a nearby bakery, taking his time of course.

By the time he was ready for his next client, Millie was a sweaty mess, and her pussy was leaking. He pulled her hair into his closet. "Don't make a sound, or you don't get my cock." He shut her in the dark closet.

His next client was a businesswoman. Abigail Thurman. She was pacing around his waiting room. She had her phone out and an appointment book.

"You must be Abigail."

"Yes, Dr Drake. Nice to meet you. I know we have an hour scheduled, but can we cut it to forty-five minutes?"

"We'll talk about that. Come in."

After she sat down, Dr. Drake asked to look at her appointment book. Every half hour of her day from 6:00 am to 7 pm was scheduled from exercise, breakfast, commute, meetings, lunch, then yoga class, and a recap of her day. His appointment was scheduled but with hour? written by it.

"So what seems to be the problem?"

"As you can see I'm a very well-organized woman. I like structure. I need it. I hate disorganization. I hate chaos."

"How is this a problem for you?"

"Since very, very few people are as organized as I am, I keep finding other people who fall short of my high standards of organization aggravating. This means I can't form meaningful relationships either at work or in my social life."

"I think I can help," said Dr. Drake.