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Already ten o’clock and I am in a foul mood. My morning has been devoted to kicking various and sundry butts for incompetence, inefficiency, and wasting my time. Punching the intercom, I snarl at Jolene my executive assistant to get me a coffee.
A little background about me first. I am the Executive Vice President of a large advertising agency located in New York. My world consists of stress, deadlines, and irate clients. I live on Zantac to ease my ulcers. I am forty-five years old and one of the few women to attain this level in a very male-oriented environment. My husband and I have been married since graduation from university. He is the president of an investment-banking house. No children due to the demands of my career. We have all the benefits. The penthouse suite on Fifth Ave, the summer house in the Hamptons, luxury cars and so on. The rub is that we have no time to enjoy them.
Many consider me very good looking for my age and maybe beautiful. In this milieu, you never know, flattery is rampant from the sycophants that surround you. Blessed with a good figure all my life I have never seen the need to diet or do the gym routine. I stand at five foot seven, have long curly blond hair, long legged with full tits over a slim waist, a taut belly, and a nice rounded ass. I have no complaints. However, nothing is perfect in life.
I find that my relationship with my husband has gone downhill over the years. He is a very handsome man who I love. Over the past years, however, our sex life has been very dull. We still indulge in the weekend fuck; however, it is more of a ritual than it is lust. The sex play and fun we used to enjoy is gone. This leaves me very frustrated. Coupled with the frustrations of work I have become a Grade A bitch.
Jolene my executive assistant walks in with my coffee.
“Bad day boss?” she asks. Handing me my coffee and another pile of reports for me to read.
“Jolene you wouldn’t believe how bad it is. Hand my ulcer remedy please.”
“Why are you so stressed? I can see that it is making you sick and bitchy.”
“Well dear, between my home life being the pits, and this shit going on here, I am going crazy.”
“Marge I am surprised. Your husband Bob is an extremely attractive man. What’s wrong?”
“Well, let us just say the sparks are gone. All that is left is a dull fizzle.”
“That is so sad. Have you considered getting some professional advice?”
“I would not even know where to go.”
“Well, when my sex life hit rock bottom, I consulted with Dr. Roberts. He is a sex therapist. With his help, I regained my sexual sanity and freedom. “Marge I beg you to go and consult with him. I respect and admire you. I appreciate how you have mentored me, but you are getting worse. You snap at me, which never used to happen. Twice this week you brought me to tears.”
“Oh, Jolene, I am so sorry. You are my only safety net here. Your work is faultless and your cheerful attitude and smile keep me going most days. Do you think this Dr. Roberts could help?”
“Well, what could you lose it will either help or it won’t. I can make an appointment for you if you wish. In the worst case should he not be able to help, you will at least get to see one of the most charming and sexiest men I have ever met,” she says with a smirk on her face.
“Go ahead make an appointment. As you said, what have I got to lose?”
An hour later, she comes back in to tell me that the appointment is set for tomorrow at noon and that she has cleared my schedule for the rest of the afternoon tomorrow.
That night at supper, I debate telling Bob that I was going to consult the next day but finally decide to see what tomorrow would bring.
The following morning my mind a turmoil of thoughts about the step I am taking makes me distracted and distant during breakfast. In reply to Bob’s question, “Are you okay?"
I mumble, “Yes,” and leave the table to get dressed. Since I am not going to the office this morning I opt for something else than my standard power clothes. A simple blouse, skirt and a pair of sandals will do it. I look at myself in the mirror and like what I see. I wonder if my skirt is too short it reaches about four inches above my knee. The weather has been hot and I decide not to wear stockings. I finally decide that I look fine. After all, this is not a date or a business meeting.
I watch the minutes ticking by slowly. I am apprehensive about the step I have taken.
Can this Dr., this therapist help me? Is the lackluster sex life my fault or is it Bob?
Question after question race through my mind. Unresolved painful ones that torment me. The change from the carefree joyful girl I was in my youth is suddenly so apparent to me. I feel tears rolling down my cheeks. Thank God, Bob is gone to work. I would not want him to see me like this. I love Bob why can’t he see that I need his passion? Where has my passion gone?
Finally, the time comes when I have to go to meet this Doctor. More questions keep popping up. What is he like? Why did Jolene call him sexy?
When I get to the address, I am surprised that his offices are in a very elegant building off Fifth Avenue. The elevator takes me to the sixth and top floor. A small brass plaque on the wall reads ‘Dr. J Roberts MD. PsyD.’
As I enter an elegant waiting room, a young woman stands up and walks up to me. “Good day you must be Marge?” she says extending her hand. “My name is Kali. I am Dr. Roberts assistant. Why don’t you take a seat, and I will have you fill in some paperwork to start. Once that is done, the doctor will receive you.”
She hands me a clipboard with several forms attached. I look at the forms and they are the usual forms most doctors use. Health conditions, medications, past medical history, work history all are very vanilla until I get to the last form. This one is entitled Sexual History. There is a statement saying that all answers will be confidential as per doctor-patient privilege. As I go through the questions I feel myself blush. When did I lose my virginity, do I masturbate and how often, am I attracted to women, what are my preferred sexual positions ranked in order of preference after answering the first dozen I get up and go to see Kali.
“Kali are all these questions necessary?”
"Yes, absolutely the doctor needs as much information as possible in order to be able to help you. Don’t worry only he gets to see them.”
I go back, sit down, and fill in the rest of the questionnaire. I figure I have come this far, it is not the time to back off.
I suddenly see a man standing in front of me. “Marge? I am Jim Roberts why don’t we step into my office?”
I follow him to the office where he shows me to a chaise lounge and asks me to get comfortable.
“Why don’t you take off your sandals and relax. I can see that you are tense.”
Looking at him, I realize why Jolene’s description is dead on. He is tall broad shouldered and has the look of an athlete. Blond, Clean shaven with a radiant smile and piercing blue eyes he radiates assurance and masculinity. He brings a chair next to the chaise lounge and sits facing me at the level of my feet and slightly to the side. He peruses the forms with a pensive air, as I blush, knowing that I have bared many very private things in the questionnaire.
Finally, he puts them to the side looks at me and says, “Marge, let me tell you how I proceed. First, you and I are going to have a long talk where you will tell me what you think your problem is. The one thing I ask of you is total honesty. If you are going to play games with yourself and with me, I cannot help you. From there I will give you a full medical exam to see if there are any physiological problems, we have to deal with. Finally, I will make a diagnosis and recommendations on how to deal with your situation. Anything you say or do stays within these walls. No one will know what we discuss. Understand?”
“Yes, doctor.”
“Please call me Jim. By the time we are done I will know more about you than anybody does.”
“Now to start to tell me what leads you to me?”
I start to tell him my story. About my feelings of anger and frustration, the stress and the overall feeling of being powerful over others, and powerless over my fate. When I look at him as I speak, it strikes me that his concentration on what I am saying is total. His eyes are riveted on me and he surprisingly does not seem to be judgmental. Finally, I get to the end of my tale of miseries.
“Well thank you for sharing those details. Let us go to the next step. I want you to close your eyes and really relax, breathe deeply, and release any accumulated stress with each breath you take. Take your time we are not in any rush. Take ten to twenty breaths . Once you are relaxed, I want you in your mind to visualize what you would like your life to be, specifically your sexual life. You do not need to tell me, but you do need to have a firm mental picture of where you want to go. Is that clear?”
I agree. Closing my eyes, I follow his instructions. He has put on some sounds that surround my ears. Very soft and at the limit of what I can discern. I feel myself going almost into a trance. I visualize the sexual me, naked and spread out on a bed. Ravished by… by who? Pictures of Bob come into my mind followed by visions of other men. None of them defined just a succession of cocks one after the other penetrating me. I go through orgasm after orgasm. One of the men comes into focus. In shock, I realize that it is the doctor, Jim.
Peripherally, I sense my feet and calves touched and massaged. That touch brings me back to the reality of the present. I open my eyes and Jim has his hand on my calf.
I look in shock at him. “What are you doing?”
“I had to bring you back from your visualization,” he says. “What I did was intrude on your subconscious. Do you want to talk about what just happened?”
I blush feeling the heat rise to my cheeks, “I don’t know whether I am comfortable speaking about it.”
He smiles, “Well that must have been a powerful experience.”
“How do you know?”
“Marge look at your chest.”
Looking down I notice my nipples are standing straight out and making very defined bumps through my blouse. I realize that my panties are sopping wet and that my thighs are sticky.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”
“Don’t worry these things happen. You sure you don’t want to talk about it.”
“Jim, I never had these types of thoughts in my life. I have no idea where they came from. I saw myself as completely depraved. I wanted sex with multiple partners all penetrating me in different positions.”
“Well, I saw in your questionnaire that you had only indulged in very plain sex all of your life. You have never done oral or anal sex or sucked a man. Is that the truth?”
“Yes, everything in there is the truth.”
“Why? Subconsciously it seems to me that you want more than that. What is holding you back?”
“I honestly don’t know. It might be my desire to be in control, or the image I have of myself.”
“I think that is a problem Marge. If you wish, I can help you overcome those blocks. To do that you are going to have to trust me. To let me assume control for a while. Are you willing to try?”
“Jim I have not had an orgasm such as the one I had during my trance in years. If you can get that to happen again for me I would be the happiest of women.”
“Okay, first things first. You are going to go through that door into the examination room and Kali will get you ready for the physical exam.”
He leads me through a door and I step into a medical examination room. As he leaves Kali walks in and tells me to strip down so she could prep me for the exam. I ask her whether I should keep on my bra and panties. She looks at my panties, which are sopping wet and tells me I would be more comfortable without. Taking off my clothes, I hang them in a locker she indicates to me.
Turning I see her eying me with a smile on her face. I blush and ask her why she is smiling. You are such a beautiful woman. I just cannot imagine you with sexual problems. She is almost licking her lips as she says that. I notice for the first time that she is gorgeous. I feel my pussy getting wet.
What is happening to me here? First, I imagine multiple partners fucking me. Now this young blonde has my pussy dripping.
“Okay,” Kali says, “Up into the chair.”
She motions me to a chair such as the ones found at my gynecologist’s office. I climb up and position myself. I realize that I am fully exposed. My pussy and ass are on full display. I feel the heat rise in my face as I blush and try to cover myself with my hands. Kali comes, moves my hands to my sides and secures them to the arms of the chair with leather cuffs.
“Why are you restricting my hands?”
“Don’t worry it is to ensure that you do not get hurt. Some of the procedures are quite intensive. Relax I am sure you will feel much better after.”
She then secures my ankles in the same manner to the leg pieces and spreads them even wider. She takes a washcloth and wipes my pussy clean of the results of my previous orgasm. Then she applies a warm cloth across my pussy. It feels nice and warm, and it offers me a measure of protection. However, it does not last for long. She comes back removes the cloth, and with a brush starts lathering my crotch.
“What are you doing?”
“I am going to shave you so the doctor can examine you thoroughly.”
What have I consented to? Is this really happening to me?
Before I can protest, I feel the brush tickling my pussy. I decide that I am enjoying the attention and the fact that I am helpless. After lathering me, she skillfully runs the razor over my labia shaving it down until there is not a trace of a hair left on the outside. Then she pulls my lips apart and removes any hair that is on the inside. She does the same to the few hairs around my asshole. She then rinses me thoroughly, cleaning my pussy and ass.
“There we go smooth as a baby’s bottom. I left you this adorable tuft of hair just above.” Taking a mirror, she shows me the results. “Like it?”
What I see is very erotic. Yes, I like it; it is much prettier than the tangle of curls I had sported before. She then takes some lotion and rubs it into the area she shaved. I feel her rubbing it in and become instantly wet from her touch. Her fingers massage the lotion into my pussy lips relieving the razor burn and making me very horny.
She steps to the door to tell the doctor I am ready. Jim comes into the room and looks at me. I can feel his eyes examine my nakedness. My embarrassment is complete, multiplied tenfold by my helplessness.
He steps up to my shoulder level. I am thankful, as my nudity is not as apparent to him from this angle.
“Marge, he said, “I have made a preliminary diagnosis. We are now going to conduct a series of examinations and tests to determine if I am correct. Is that okay with you?”
I smiled at the thought, “Jim I am not in much of a position to object am I?”
“There is not the question. If you were in a position to do so would you object?”
“I honestly don’t know, it is comforting to know that I can’t. Yet it scares me.”
“Okay, let us proceed with the examination. I am going to start by testing your reactions to various stimuli.”
Taking hold of my breast, he fondles it. His hands are hot on my skin and I am instantly aroused. My nipples grow hard under his touch as he grasps them between his fingers. He pinches and pulls on them. I feel myself gushing and incredibly horny. Here I am having my tits played with by a man I hardly met with a strange woman watching as he mauls me.
“Very good. Your reactions are those of a normal woman. What are you feeling as I do this?”
“Uh… well, you are getting me excited and horny.”
“That is great. Are you ready to go to stage two?”
“I suppose so,” I mumble.
“Kali, hand me the clamps.”
The clamps. What does that mean?
Kali hands him what look to be two wires ending in clips. He attaches one to the base of each nipple. They grip me firmly but are not overly tight. I feel my nipples harden even more as they restrict the blood flow.
Turning to Kali, he tells her, “Start at level one.”
I feel as if my nipple has received a sharp bite. It hurts as I sense that they are running a mild electrical current through my nubs. Then the current seems to run right through me and I can feel it right down to my pussy. My pussy and my clit tingle and throb . He then asks for level two and the pain gets more intense. The sensations I am feeling down there also intensify. I cannot believe how good it feels. He finally says stop.
He removes the clamps, and as the circulation comes back to my nipples, I feel my whole body tingle. He takes my nipples in his fingers and gently massages them. So far, he has been very clinical and rather distant. I love the feel of his hands on me. My mind questions how far this will go.
He steps back and I look at him as he smiles at me. I can see that his cock is tenting his trousers. Following my gaze, his smile widens.
“Marge, I am only human and you are a very beautiful desirable woman. What do you expect?”
“Jim I don’t know what to expect. I am in your hands and you are doing to me things I would not have conceived of before today. Here, spread open and tied down I feel very aroused. I did not expect that. I did not expect the clamps would have the effect they had on me. I have already had more orgasms than I usually have in a month.”
He comes over and leaning over me, he brushes my lips with his. My tongue darts out, he sucks it into his mouth as I close my eyes and give myself over to his kiss. My, that man can kiss. I don’t think I have been kissed like that in my life.
He slowly backs off and looks deep into my eyes. I feel I am drowning in his gaze.
“Thank you. You are a great kisser,” he says. “Ready for more tests?”
I blush and nod my agreement. He then moves down and sits on a stool between my parted thighs. My clit is poking out of its hood. I feel his finger rub it and a wave of pleasure washes through my body. He pulls and tugs at it sending my hips bucking at his every move. He then examines my labia by massaging those sensitive lips between his fingers. I feel ready to scream as I feel my juices welling in my pussy.
His fingers part my lips and he slides a finger deep into my hot cunt. His touch is firm and the massage of my inner tissues drives me crazy. Curling his fingers, he reaches in finds my g-spot and rubs it until I start to moan. Just before I reach my orgasm, he withdraws and I feel a sense abandonment.
He stands up looks at me and tells me I have a lovely pussy. I blush again and almost want to tell him to fuck me. I try to control myself and restrain that urge.
“Kali hand me the speculum. Marge, I am now going to give you a rectal exam. I just want to make sure everything is working the way it should be.”
What, no one has ever touched me there. What is he doing?
I feel his fingers rubbing against my anus. He is spreading some kind of lubrication around the rim. Then he slides a finger into me and lubricates my asshole. I feel a shamed and at the same time, it is making me hornier than ever. Metal touches my anal pucker and I feel it enter me. Slowly he spreads my anus wide open. It hurts and I have tears running down my cheeks. I cry out for him to stop but the stretching continues. He tells me to breathe deeply and relax. I try and the pain goes away. His fingers slide into me and he stimulates my soft inner tissues. Again, to my surprise, I feel myself getting horny. This man is pushing buttons I did not even know I had.
He withdraws his the fingers and the speculum leaving me with an aching void.
“ Well, Marge everything seems to be working fine. Your parts are all in fine working order and healthy.”
“Jim please fuck me.” The words escape me before I realize what I am asking for.
“Are you sure, Marge?”
Am I sure? Me the faithful wife. What has happened?
“Yes, I am sure I want to feel you in me. Please.”
He stands back looking at me seemingly deep in thought. He lowers his trousers and underwear and takes off his shirt. His cock is stiff and stands out a good eight inches long. I notice that it is dripping pre-cum.
“Where do you want to be fucked?”
“What do you mean where?”
“Do you want it in your pussy or in your ass?”
“Jim, you can take me anywhere you wish. I am open to you and very helpless.”
He smiles and leans over to kiss me. I feel his cock against my hand, take hold of it marveling at how stiff, and strong it feels. The kiss leaves me breathless and hornier than ever. The thought of him penetrating me has my pussy drooling for his cock.
Stepping between my parted thighs, I feel his cock slide into me. It fills my cunt and my hips thrust against his. Each thrust rubs the sides of my hot wet hole and drives all the way down to my cervix. My moans rise and I beg him to make me come. I feel his pulse through the walls of my cunt and he drives me crazy with lust. For countless years, I have not felt the frenzy, which has overtaken me.
Unable to hold back, I feel my body give in to the orgasm which has built up inside. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over me. I seem to cum forever.
I feel him draw out, and am about to tell him not to stop, when I feel his cock pushing at my anus. It spreads me wide, and with a thrust, he slides right into me. I feel filled to the brim. It is a different sensation, which I find erotic. His warmth and thrusts rub every inch of my insides. I can feel his cock throb in me. He brings his hand to my clit and immediately I feel my asshole grip him even more tightly. Rubbing my hard clit gets me going again. I thrust back at him wanting to milk his juicy cock of every ounce of his sperm. He lets out a moan and I feel the jets of his cum flood my bowels. I immediately have another orgasm. At last, he withdraws leaving me empty but fulfilled.
“Thank you very much, Jim. That was the best sex I have felt in years.”
He smiles and kisses me whispering in my ear, “I thank you. You are such a luscious piece of tail. Shall we continue?”
“What there is more?”
“Yes, my dear one more step for me to finalize my diagnosis.”
“What is that?”
“Kali!”
Just that single word reminds me that she had been present and watching the whole time. I feel humiliated and ashamed. What does he expect of me? I am not a lesbian. Then I remember how aroused I got when she shaved me.
I look around, and she is there beside me. She has removed her clothes. She joins me on the table. Placing herself so that her pussy is above my face, she lowers herself on me and her tongue starts lapping at my gaping cunt. I feel her velvety smooth tongue sliding into my waiting pussy. My body starts to quake with delight.
Looking up, I can see her tight slit and little-puckered asshole. I realize my hands are now free; I reach up, and pull her towards my face. My tongue starts its voyage of exploration licking her gently at first. I grow bolder and I part her lips thrusting in her deeper with each lick. I can taste the sweetness of her juices as they coat my tongue. Her clit is right there for me and I tease it with my finger. My cunt feels loved and wet from her tongue play. She brings a finger to my asshole and starts a deep massage at the same time.
Hips heaving up at her, I let loose with another wonderful orgasm as we both cum together. She slowly sits up. Presenting her ass to me she says, "lick me." She spreads her cheeks and my tongue rims her opening. I amaze myself by my actions. Who would have expected these events this morning?
Sated Kali climbs down and detaches my leg cuffs. Jim is standing there smiling at me.
“Get dressed Marge and join me in my office.”
Kali comes over as I am putting my clothes back on and gives me a full body hug and a deep passionate kiss, which I return.
“You did good Marge. You should be proud of yourself.”
Proud of myself? Well maybe. I have not felt this good in a long time.
Joining Jim in the office, he has me sit in an armchair.
“Marge, I have my diagnosis ready do you want me to give it to you now?”
“Why not?”
”Well I do not want to shock you but you are a complex case. At the office, you are under stress trying to control the business. You carry that attitude home and attempt to control events there. In essence, you act as a dominant figure in both environments. That serves to emasculate your husband. He finds it impossible to assume the male role in your relationship. Do you see that?”
Realization hits me like a ton of bricks. “Yes, I see. How stupid of me.”
“The other factors here are that you are not a dominant sexual person but rather a submissive. You want conquest by a strong assertive male. I might even say males. I think that you are a slut. Not in the base sense of the word rather in that, you desire multiple partners. Lastly, you are bisexual. Now do not be shocked. What you are is what you are. All of this, we can deal with. What I want to do is have you and Bob come in and see me tomorrow morning so we can discuss the situation.”
“Are you sure, Jim?”
“Positive. This is going to change you for sure. In the end, however, you will be a happier and better person. That will also transfer to your behavior at work and make you even more efficient. I am not saying it will eliminate all stresses in your life but a good part of them will disappear.”
“What time should we be here?”
“I need to see Bob here at nine thirty and you at ten.”
“Not together?”
“No I need to speak to him first to make sure he is ready to accept the new you.”
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