Indiscretions Chapter 6 Part 2

I don’t go home straight away after clocking out from my job. Inside my car, I take out my phone and call Ray’s number. After a few minutes, the call finally got connected. “Ray, it’s me, Paul Benson, do you remember me?”

“Paul Benson? Of course, I remember you, you are the ‘lucky guy’ who got Mistress Noir’s attention. In fact, I have been waiting for you to call me, Paul.”

“You have been waiting for my call?” I don’t expect Ray’s reply.

“Of course, I know that you will sooner or later contact me; no men who has been with me only use my service once. What we did that day was just an appetizer; people always come back for the full service. So, are you going to hire my service?”

“No, I mean yes, I mean I want to use your service, but not the dominatrix one, I want to hire you as a psychiatrist.”

“You want to hire me as your psychiatrist?”

“Well, not only for me, but also for my wife?”

“For your wife? Wait a minute, Mr. Good guy, you understand that I am a psychiatrist, right?”

“Yes, what’s wrong with you being a psychiatrist? Isn’t psychiatrists job to offer some counsel to a couple with issues?”

“You got our job mixed with a marriage counselor. Well, some psychiatrists are also able to offer counsel. But only if it isn’t too related to marriage issues and more to issues that arise because of some mental problem. Our psychiatrist focused more on straightening and healing our patient’s state of mind. Basically, our way to treat patients is different from a counselor, although we can tackle the same problem.” Ray explains

“Uhm…so are you accepting the job, or is that kind of topic beyond your expertise?”

“Bring your wife to my office tomorrow at ten A.M,” Ray replied curtly with an annoyed tone.

“Okay, I will bring her to your office tomorrow on time. Anyway, can I go to your place today, Ray?”

“As long as you come before 6 p.m, I will likely be here until 6 before I go to my second job.”

There are still 30 minutes left before 6, I think I can make it on time to her place.

I arrive at Ray's clinic when there are still around fifteen minutes left before it is 6 o’clock in the evening.

“Welcome to my clinic, Paul.” Ray greets me. Unlike when we met in the club, this time, Ray looks formal and professional. She’s wearing a frilly white blouse, a knee-length black skirt, and the typical white doctor lab coat. Her makeup is light instead of the thick, bold makeup she sported in our last meeting. There's no trace of Ray, the domme mommy. She is just Ray, the psychiatrist.

“Do you want to try a session with me right now? I can guess that you are coming here because you want to check whether I am a legit psychiatrist or not, so I will not deny you that. You are not the first client I have who doubted my skill as a psychiatrist because of my other background as a domme.”

I nod.

“Ok, please lie on that bed and relax. I want you to be as comfortable as possible with me. Think of me as your mommy, Ray. You can say what troubles your mind like a boy sharing a story to her mom,” Ray says with a soothing voice.

I lay on the therapy bed. Well, her bed was more like a combination of a psychiatrist's bed and a dentist's bed with overhead spot lighting. The blue light from the overhead lighting makes me feel cool, but it also makes my eyes heavy. The bed setup seems to be made so her patient can quickly go into a relaxed state. I start telling Mommy Ray my story as soon as I relax, “I came to you because I am concerned about my wife. She is a good woman, but these two days, she has taken a drastic change. She began to smoke, something I know she disliked for years. The bag of cokes you gave me was found by her, she said that she had thrown it away. I believe her words, but my gut feeling tells me that something is suspicious about my wife. I suspect that she is hiding something from me. Was I overthinking it? This is the reason I want you to help me, Mommy. I want you to pry the truth from her and tell me what she hides from me. Is my wife hiding the cocaine stash, or is she hiding something else from me? Can you help me, mommy?”

“So you want me to dig up her secret and break her private secrets to you? That’s again the psychiatrist’s code of conduct, but you are in luck, because I’m not exactly the type that cares a lot for that code of conduct. I have used my patient’s secret for my advantage, or even sold it. I’m what people usually call a manipulative, crooked psychiatrist. But are you sure? It’s going to cost you dearly,” Ray replies

“Money is no problem for me. But I also need you to keep her from knowing that I asked you to pry her secret.”

“Alright, but money is just one thing for me to agree. In addition to money, I want you to do me a favor.” Ray agreed to my request, but there is still one catch that I need to do for her.

“What kind of favor? As long as it will not endanger my career and family, I will offer my help,” I ask her.

“Nothing big, in addition to your wife, I want you to refer me to another woman. She needs to be my client, whether she will hire my service as a psychiatrist or a domme mommy. As long as I get another client from your referral, your wife's secret will be yours.”

“Just that? You just want me to promote your service?”

“Yes, just that, easy, right? Our group can go so big because we let our client be a serial recruiter. One client brings another client, and the second client then brings another one,” she explains.

I don’t question that she uses the word group instead of just her business. It must refer to her second job as a domme. I know that some dommes belong to a group with other dommes.

“Okay, I agree.”

If she wants another woman as a client, I will just let Jessica join our session. I have been worried about my daughter’s state of mind. Maybe Ray can help her too.

“Do you have any other worries? If not, I think our therapy session can end here. You can open your eyes now.”

I hear a click, and the cool feeling on my face vanishes. Ray seems to have turned off the overhead light. I open my eyes and look at Ray in shock. She is no longer in her professional getup but naked without any ounce of clothing. Her enormous tits hung in the open.

“Surprised?” She asks me after she looks at my incredulous response.

“W-why are you naked?”

“Nothing wrong with me being naked. Didn’t I say that from 6 o’clock, it’s my time to be a domme mommy and not a psychiatrist? It’s 6 o’clock now. So, Paul, do you want to play and drink from my funbags again before you go?” Ray plays with her tits and lets them jiggle. Her huge tits’ jiggles are so hypnotical.

My mind quickly fills with the desire to play with her enormous mammaries.

“Mommies, let me drink from your teats,” I beg. I lost my self-control I was always proud of, in front of her humongous juggs.

“Come, play with mommy titties, Paula,” She says. I disregard how she calls me with such a girly name like Paula. On other occasions, it will make me feel offended, but right now, my mind is filled with lust to care about it.

“Oh, Paula, you have such a hardon, you are such a bad boy, you don’t suppose to get hard for your mommy.” She fishes my cock out of my pants.

Mommy Ray plays with my cock for some moments, my cock throbs with pleasure, but then, before I am able to cum, she grips my cock with a strong deathgrip. It is painful, but the pleasure which once centered on my cock seems to be distributed over my whole body. It is an electrifying sensation I have never felt before. As she slowly loosens her fingers, the sensation rushes back into my cock. When she let my cock go, I instantly shot my cum all over the place.

Mommy Ray is playing with my cum that stains her hand. She then had a wicked grin on her face, “Open your mouth, baby.” She pushed one of her cum-stained fingers inside my mouth.

“Lick it clean,” she commands me. My tongue dances over her cum-stained finger. It is the first time I taste my cum, and it tastes weird.

She pulled her finger out of my mouth after a moment.

“Okay, everything will be $300. It already includes the therapy session.” Ray charges me money. It is the moment I finally get sober and back to reality. The pleasure vanishes as overwhelming guilt replaces it.

“So, both of you will go to a counselor with me tomorrow. I already booked her service for us.”

As soon as I get home, I tell Lisa and Jessica the news that they will go with me to Ray tomorrow. Tomorrow is a weekend, so I don’t need to go to work.

“Do you book a counselor service without telling me first?” Lisa replies with a disbelieving expression on her face.

“I notice that our family has been going awry these past few days, so I hope that going to this counselor will restore the harmony of our family,” I tell them my reason.

“Whose fault do you think it is that?” Lisa rebukes me.

“Right, blame me, so it is also my responsibility to patch it. I just think this is the best for our family. So I will not accept a no. You two ladies are going with me tomorrow, whether you like it or not!” I say it with my most stern voice to show how serious I am.

To be continued.

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