Therapy or Into to BDSM

When Patrice pulled up to the location, she saw that it was a nice-sized home, but there weren’t any signs that indicated it was an office. She wondered if she was in the right place. She sent a message to the First Lady and asked. The First Lady responded and confirmed that the location was correct.

Patrice took a deep breath and headed to the door. She waited several seconds. The door was opened by an older woman with silver hair, yet her face still had a pretty youthful appearance. “You must be Patrice, Nikolas is waiting for you, come inside.”

She allowed Patrice to walk in and she looked her over, “Oh you’re very pretty,” she commented as she looked Patrice over.

Patrice smiled, “Thank you.”

“I’m Dianna, I work with Nickolas. I’m his assistant.”

Patrice nodded as she walked alongside the woman down to the basement. “He’ll be out shortly,” she said before leaving Patrice in a waiting area. She sat in a chair and looked around the rather plain area, that had nothing more than a single chair and a small round table with a plant on top.

“Patrice,” a voice sounded.

She looked up and saw a man standing at the entrance of the door. He stood nearly as tall as the doorway and had this serious look on his handsome face. His eyes seemed to pierce through her. His hair was cut low on the sides and a little longer on top. He had a little bit of fuzz on his face.

She stood up, “I’m Patrice.”

He allowed a little smile to appear. This eased her nerves slightly, “Come with me,” he said.

She followed him to another room, he allowed her to walk inside. It was dimly lit and had a desk with a lamp and a chair that sat in front, “Have a seat.”

She sat.

“So, where do we begin?”

She was nervous. She didn’t know what to say. He tilted his head, “You’re here for a reason.”

She nodded, “My Pastors and my husband said this could help me with my problem.”

“And what seems to be your problem?”

She giggled like a schoolgirl before responding, “I like certain things sexually and my husband thinks I need help.”

“And what do you think?”

She shrugged.

“Anything you say here is kept between us.”

She nodded, “My friend thinks I’m fine.”

“Who is this friend?”

“Carlos.”

He nodded and it was silent for a while. “Carlos, is this a friend of your husband or is this a man that you’ve been fucking?”

“Excuse me?”

“Patrice, let’s not play coy. A woman with powerful urges such as the ones you’ve been having must have found a way to circumvent not being satisfied at home. Is Carlos a man that you’ve been fucking?”

Patrice was livid. She didn’t get angry often, but this therapist had pushed her buttons. She stood. “Sit down!” he commanded.

She halted and eyed him. His eyebrow rose, “Sit. You came here for help and I’m going to help you.”

She sat and glared at him.

He grinned, “You don’t have to respond. I’ll take your actions as a yes.” He cleared his throat. “What are your desires, Patrice?”

She shook her head, “I just want to be satisfied. I don’t see what’s wrong with that. Why am I being harassed? Why isn’t anyone talking to my husband about making me happy?”

He nodded, “That’s it let it all out.”

She cried, “I love him, but I can’t live like this any longer. I want to feel that nice throb in my pussy. I want my tits licked and my clit licked too. I want to suck to taste the sweet substance that flows a man’s cock. I want my pussy stroked right.”

He nodded.

“I can’t stop thinking about fucking. I want good sex.”

“Are you thinking about sex now?” he asked as he stood and walked around to where she sat. His crotch was right in her face. She could see the bulge in his pants. She looked up into his eyes.

“I should probably leave. I knew this wouldn’t work.”

He kneeled to her level. Their eyes met. His thumb stroked the side of her face, “I can give you all the cock you want.”

Her heart raced. Why would he say that? What kind of treatment did the First Lady recommend to her? “Are you really a therapist?”

He grinned, “I work in a special community. You were referred by a friend. We help women like you and Dianna, you met her earlier. Your husbands are oblivious to your sexual needs, but I can help.”

His lips touched hers. But what would she need him for if she already had Carlos and Jorge? They were all she needed.

“It’s simple. With me, your husband just assumes you’re seeing a therapist. In our sessions, I fuck your sweet little cunt and kiss it the way you like, that way when you fuck him at night, you can just tolerate it.”

“I don’t know.”

“If you keep fucking Carlos, eventually your husband will find out and your marriage will be over.”

She thought about it. How many days could she really take off work? Nickolas had provided her with a solution but was his stroke better than Carlos’s or even Jorge’s.

He stood, undid his pants and his cock fell out. He had a whopper. She looked up at him and back down at his cock. She gulped before her hand touched it and examined it. It was beautiful. She wanted to kiss it. So, she did. She licked it until a small amount of fluid escaped the slit. She tasted it.

He stepped away from her and pulled his pants up. Her face was shocked. How dare he pull his cock away from her when she was enjoying him.

“In order for this to work, you aren’t to see this Carlos anymore. You have to listen to me. You have to submit. Do you understand?”

She nodded her head vigorously, “I understand.”

“Stand up,” he commanded. She stood. “Remove your dress,” he said. She unzipped her dress and peeled it off. He looked at her body. It was beautiful. Skin flawless. He smiled as he approached her, he said in a soft voice, “No matter what I do, don’t move and don’t moan. Stay silent.”

She nodded.

He stood behind her. His lips drizzled kisses down the side of her neck. She could feel his cock poking her ass as he stood pressed against her. His left hand pinched her nipple until it got hard.

She left out a soft moan. He slapped her ass, “Don’t.” he insisted. His hand pinched the right nipple and she remained silent, “Good girl.”

She could feel his breaths against her skin as he stood behind her kissing her neck and playing with her breasts. Her pussy was sopping wet and she wanted to moan. She held it in.

His finger touched her gem and strummed it beautifully. Her heart raced as she stood still holding her jaws tight trying not to utter a word. This was a different experience for her. It was oddly arousing. She bit her lip when two of his fingers slipped into her pussy, she moaned. He pulled his fingers out.

Swack! He slapped her ass, “Don’t moan, don’t move.” He said.

Her body trembled. He stood in front of her. He pushed his fingers back into her pussy and stroked. She stood at attention. Her eyes watered. She bit her lip, her chest heaved. She felt an orgasm coming. What would he do if her body flinched? Surely that was a natural reaction, she flinched and grabbed his hand, “ah, ah, ah,” he grinned.

He bent her over the desk and spanked her several times. He pulled down his pants and took the tip of his cock and placed it at her entrance. She wanted his cock to fill her. She pushed back, but he pushed her forward, “Not until I say.” He demanded.

He held it at the entrance and traced the lips of her pussy. Her body shook, “Please, please, please,” she begged.

He kissed her back and spanked her ass again before he pushed his cock into her pussy. “ahhhhhh, shit,” she said as he filled her pussy. The mouth of her opening looked stretched to capacity as it rubbed along the sides of his shaft with each stroke. Immediately causing her pussy to cream.

He pounded and slapped her ass until he was near climax. He pulled out, “On your knees,” he commanded.

She kneeled and took his huge cock into her mouth. He pushed it in as far as it could causing her to gag. He pulled out and her hand stroked for several seconds before he plunged back into her mouth. He pulled out and grabbed his cock, “Ahhhhh, ahhhh, shit.!” He said as streams of cum spurt out of his slit onto her tits and face.

When he finished jerking. She stood. He looked her in the eyes, “You belong to me now. Do you understand?”

Patrice nodded.

On her way home, she thought about her session with Nickolas. It was intense. The First Lady called her, “So, tell me about your session.”

“Um, I don’t know if I can. It was different. I’m not sure if this is what you meant to send me to.”

The First Lady let out a boisterous laugh, “I have been with my dom for years honey. He keeps me right. That’s exactly what I wanted you to experience.”

Patrice giggled, “I never tried anything like that before. It was insane, but—”

“You enjoyed every minute of it.” She chuckled, “Some of these godly men forget that sexual desire goes both ways. And when they act like they don’t understand…you just find you a good way to get your fix.”

“Thanks, First Lady.”

“Oh, honey you’re welcome. How often are you going to see him?”

“Once every two weeks.”

“Oh no, tell him you need at least once a week at first.”

“Okay.”

“Well, let me get off this phone. I have an appointment myself in a few.”

“Thanks again.”

The call ended.

As Patrice drove home, she wondered if her new sexual experience with Nikolas was a sustainable solution and if she would truly be able to give up Carlos’s curvy cock that she had grown so fond of…