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An Adult Female Domination Tale

By

Miss Irene Clearmont
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There was a little nurse who had a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead;
When she was good, she was so very, very good,
And when she was bad she was more than horrid.
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Copyright © Miss Irene Clearmont 2012 (Sept).
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Find the PDF version of this story at:
WWW.MissIreneClearmont.Com


CONTENTS.
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Part I.
Beyond the Pail.
The Fall.
Gill goes up the Hill.
The Well of All Fears.

Part II.
It Grows.
Contrary Mary.
Little Silver Bells.
Mary, Mary…

Part III.
Snips And Snails.
Sugar And Spice.
So What Are They Made Of?
Part 1.
Part 2.
Part 3.
That’s What Little Girls Are Made Of!





Part I.
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Beyond the Pail.
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John looked at the therapist and wondered how it was that he thought that she was more attractive than Gill, his wife. There she was, all prim and proper, a long but tight skirt and kitten heels, white blouse tied with a silk scarf.

“The whole idea is renew your interest in each other,” she was saying to Gill. “A year of celibacy is just too long and creates a pause that threatens to become permanent.”

Gill nodded agreement and looked to see the reaction of her husband.

John was just sitting with a slight smile and following the conversation without taking part.

‘Bloody typical!’ thought Gill as she felt a surge of emotion fill her with something like anger. ‘He just is not interested; in fact he looks more fascinated by the therapist than he should be…’

The therapist smiled and crossed her legs before continuing.

“What I suggest is that you both think about this session and come back next week, each with five positive ideas for moving forward.”

“Personally,” said Gill, “I could suggest five things right now, I don’t need a week to think about it!”

The therapist nodded and looked at John as she spoke: “How do you feel about that, John? The fact that your wife is the one who wants to pick up the pieces and bump start your sex life. Does it embarrass you?”

“Frankly I’m bored with her incessant demands,” said John with something like a sigh. “Gill is a nymphomaniac, but I am quite happy with things as they are!”

“There is no way to move forward if you do not make some effort,” said the therapist as she stood to signal that the session was at an end. “I suggest that I see you both separately next time and then I will bring the two of you together as we try to find the middle ground.”

A look of annoyance crossed Gill’s features as she stood.

“John is such a blockhead. How many husbands would wish for a woman who wants to play wildly in the bedroom? How many men dream of an insatiable whore in their bed? But all John wants is to be left alone!”

“Gill, you have to accept that John needs some space and a little less pressure from you,” said the therapist. “There are more women out there than you can imagine who find that their partners cannot keep up with their demands. I am a specialist in this kind of dysfunction and you can rest assured that you will be satisfied when this series of discussions has run its course. Fully satisfied.”

She shook hands with her two patients and watched how they left the office.

John opened the door for his wife and then followed her through the reception and down the stairs. Not a word passed between them, just those unconscious signals that indicated that John was suffering from a reversal of their relationship.

The door closed to leave the therapist to make some notes about the session on her dictation machine.

“John and Gill. First session on the third August,” she started. “John is the subordinate partner and has been since he lost his job and realised that his qualifications were too low to find anything but dreary manual work. On the other hand, Gill wants to assert her dominance as she climbs the heights of her professional career. She wants her professional and society standing to be reflected in an understanding on her husband’s part that she is the senior partner in their physical relationship. Since John paid for Gill’s education and night school he feels as though she is trying to take over the marriage. Gill wants him to understand that she is superior to him in all respects and needs him to acknowledge this fact.”

She walked to the window with the small recorder in her hand. For a moment she reflected on Gill’s problem with her insignificant husband. At last she felt that she had found the words to express her opinion of the two of them and clicked the button on the recorder.

“John is using the withdrawal of sex as a means of asserting some sort of ascendancy since Gill is normally so sexually active. Gill is using her demands for sexual activity as a means of making him feel less like the ‘male’ partner in the relationship. She wants him to be ashamed that she demands more than him in bed.”

She put down the recorder on the desk after retrieving the memory chip and placed another in it to keep her personal comments quite separate. When the green light on the recorder came on she continued:

“His sexual reaction to me was all positive and shows that he has not lost his sexual urges; he has just repressed them in order to blackmail Gill. Possibly he is having an affair and thus his childish sexual strike is no strain for him at all! I shall work with Gill to overcome this resistance to her dominance and show her how to move John to the place that she wants him to be. In fact he is a perfect inmate for Ocean Cove, a little time with Maureen should solve his resistance. I just have to tip the balance and help Gill to move forward.”

She paused for a few seconds and leaned over to the intercom on her desk.

“You can show Mr and Mrs Werner in now,” she said to the waiting secretary as she kicked off her low shoes and slipped behind her desk.

Her feet found the stilettos with the studs in the heels and slipped into them as the door opened and her next session began.

“Hello Jemimah and Brandon, please take a seat while I show you what I have prepared for this, your last session. Today we will explore Jem’s needs and how Brandon can move towards satisfying them totally.”

She stood and walked to the door and turned the key to lock the door.

“Today you are going to learn about how a woman’s needs are so much more critical than a man’s inflexible ideas about sex. I want to show you that total male obedience leads to such fulfilment that Brandon will just love to submit.”

The Fall.
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Gill sat in the plush leather chair and stretched out her legs comfortably. The small bronze sign on the desk, ‘Ms Maxine Stansforde Psy.D’ was a reassurance. Qualifications were always a comfort, it was how she saw the world, her own qualifications made her the superior woman that she longed to be! The lack of clutter and the pre-Raphaelite pictures on the walls gave clues about the character of the therapist who she was paying to solve her problems with John.

Maxine had a presence that was difficult to quantify. Attractive and yet distant, she wore a business suit that signalled professionalism as well as a striking attraction that Gill could not quite put her finger on.

“I thought that we would start with a couple of sessions in which you and John could talk to me without a feeling that they were being overheard by the other partner,” said Maxine. “It is important that you are frank with me in every respect and that we can discuss your problems in an atmosphere of privacy and confidentiality that allows you to tell me what it is that you want.”

“John is such a chauvinist when it comes to sex,” said Gill.

“What do you mean by that?”

“He is so stubborn and closed minded.”

“So do you mean that your problems stem from John not being willing to participate in the things that you want to do, or do you mean that he has a very masculine way of looking at the world.”

Gill relaxed. She had been sure that Maxine would take no part in the discussion and simply try to extract her thoughts in a cold manner. Instead she had the strange feeling that Maxine was on her side, if she could just respond in the right way.

“Both,” replied Gill with a smile, “he thinks that he should be my guardian and protector as well as the fact that he should be steering out sex life and determining what we do…”

“That’s a common problem, I’m afraid,” replied Maxine leaning forward and clasping her hands. “What we need to do is to show John that your sexual and other needs are paramount in the relationship. In order to do this we need to explore your requirements and then move to planning a therapeutic route to bringing them to fruition. By any means possible!”

Maxine leaned back in her chair and rested her chin on her thumb in a clear signal that she expected Gill to enlarge on the subject.

“It’s sort of difficult to explain what it is that I want from my marriage,” said Gill, “when I am not so sure what I want in the first place. I just know that I am dissatisfied with the stasis that we have reached and that John is no nearer to realising my fantasies than he was when we stood at the altar.”

“In that case we shall have to delve a little into your fantasy life,” said Maxine with a smile. “Tell me what you dream of…”

“When we got married I just wanted John and I to be equals, but he now imagines that I owe him some sort of debt that I have to repay for the rest of my life.”

“You mean the fact that he paid for your University degree and studies?”

“That’s right!” said Gill with some passion. “Now I am starting to get the feeling that he is just a millstone around my neck. When I go to functions and social gatherings he becomes such a boor, such an oaf who shows me up with his ignorance! When I try to tell him not to be so opinionated and such an inverted snob he just throw a tantrum. I can’t take him to official events anymore and he throws tantrums about that as well. He talks about wanting children, but I know that this is just to destroy my career and bring me down to his level. Now it’s come to this, the lack of sex and I am not sure if I love him anymore… In fact now that I think about it I realise we are not equals that and he is the inferior, he is the one who has to bend his knee to me.”

Maxine sighed in sympathy and then replied : “ OK, you’ve told me what upsets you, let’s move on a little and get down to what it is that you want! I mean, imagine a clean slate and the John did not exist. Imagine that you could construct your own new partner from the building blocks of your fantasies, how would he be now? What would you want from him and what would he be doing for you?”

‘This is more like it,’ thought Gill to herself. ‘This woman is really on my side, she is worth every red cent that I am paying for this last chance to save my marriage before I get rid of John.’

Gill relaxed visibly and smiled. Her dream man was something that she kept securely in her head and allowed no one to see. Here was a chance to see if she could shock her therapist!

“Leaving out the physical side of things?”

“If you like, they are not relevant at the moment anyway…”

“He is quiet, he speaks only when he is spoken to. He is always ready to help in everything that I do, unless of course I need some space of my own. My dream man initiates sex and enjoys serving, but only when I want him to! Otherwise he is both continent and obedient. He has no limits and is one hundred per cent committed to my pleasure as well as providing a perfect companion when I need it. He allows me to do what I like…”

“Is this a way for euphemistically saying that you mean that your ideal husband would allow you to have affairs?”

“Absolutely!”

“Do you think that your perfect partner might be female?”

There was a look of shock on Gill’s face at this question. It turned her assumptions on their head and sent her thought in another direction.

“Perhaps, if she was as attractive as you!”

“So you really want freedom to be single while your partner does as you decide?”

“That would be a crude way of putting it,” answered Gill.

There was a pause and Gill looked for signs that she had shocked her therapist. After all what she wanted in her dreams was a man who was nothing less than a cipher for her gratification.

But, there was no sign of Maxine being shocked, just a smile that broadened and a slight twitch at the corners of her mouth that signalled… who knew what? Amusement, agreement or perhaps just irony?

“The list that you have just read out for me is really just what most women want. They just dare not express it in such clear terms. It is also what most men want in their wives. After all, all those trophy wives and blondes on the arm are nothing less than that which you want from your partner. In fact I would go so far as to say that what you need is a trophy husband!”

Gill smiled and made a gesture that suggested agreement.

“I must admit that I have been so tempted to divorce John, but as a lawyer I know that I stand to lose so much just at the point when I think that I might be moving towards a junior partnership in a big firm. The trouble is that I am in danger of becoming a laughing stock every time that he opens his mouth. Worst of all, this ridiculous sexual strike that he is insisting on, makes me more and more inclined to find another man for my life!”

Maxine stood up and went to a small wood cabinet behind her desk. She opened it to reveal a selection of drinks and cut crystal glasses and a small freezer with ice.

“I think that a drink will help us relax,” said the therapist, “as we discuss the various options that are open to you. What do you want?”

Her hand indicated the bottles.

“Eagle Bourbon, if you’ve got some,” said Gill.

“Sorry, no can do! I’ve got a bottle of 1792 as a stand-in if you fancy?”

“Sounds good!”

Maxine poured the whiskey and tumbled three cubes of ice into each glass with her bare hand. She passed the glass to Gill and moved back to perch on the edge of the desk facing her client.

“First of all you have come to the right therapist. I specialise in problems that wives have when men think to assert themselves and get their own way. In fact I have a very steady success rate at placing wives on top and making their husbands see that they must be obedient. Your case has some interesting special areas that come out of the fact that it is the husband who is denying sex to the wife. Often, in my experience, the wife can successfully use this type of sexual blackmail to get her way. This time it is reversed! Fascinating… You will let me handle all of the details. Do not discuss this with anyone else, especially John, because I will start by making this look like normal therapy and then move to stronger solutions when I have decided the methodology to use on your errant husband. So, I think that I should meet up with John and see what he has to say and make an assessment of his malleability. After all there is not much good in trying to fix a personality without understanding what the problems are.”

There was a pause while Maxine seemed to be pondering if she could tell the whole story.

“If the therapy does not work, if you decide that you wish to make the break a permanent one then that will be handled too. No divorce, no legal pain and a final solution to your marital problems can be had at a relatively light cost…” said Maxine

Gill wondered where this was leading. It seemed to her that this therapist was something else than she had imagined. ‘Malleability’ suggested that Maxine was a therapist who was overstepping the bounds of professional code of conduct. Neutrality did not seem to be her byword at any stretch of the imagination and the suggestion that Gill could dispose of her husband was almost unreal. This did not sound legal.

“I thought that you were supposed, as a therapist, to be a neutral party in a case like this?” said Gill carefully as she raised her glass.”

“I have my satisfied customers and patients,” said Maxine. “Most couples who enter my programs find that they are fulfilled when they leave. I pick and choose my patients with great care after the first session and then work to improve and reposition the woman in the marriage, with an eye of course for putting the reins of the relationship in her hands. A few decide to split from their partner and then take advantage of the full ‘behind the scenes’ service that we offer.”

“That is very gratifying, of course,” said Gill. “But it is rather unconventional!”

“Unconventional, progressive, feminist, alternative or activist; call it what you like! I aim to give the patient who is paying for the treatment the benefit of my assistance and I only take couples where the female is writing the cheque. I shall be quite frank; you as the female in this omelette that you call a marriage, have real needs that have to be satisfied. I will try my best to find the solution to your problem and give you the man that you deserve and want. All you have to do is to consent to my methods and sign here…”

Maxine twisted and picked up a small file and opened it to reveal some legal papers.

“This is the contract which you have to sign. You will immediately notice that I make no promises of results. I only promise to try all the means at my command to create John in the image of the man that you want.”

Maxine passed the papers to Gill and waited patiently while Gill skimmed through them with a practiced legal eye.

“This makes me a party to everything that you happen to define as treatment…”

“Of course! I have here a form that you have to fill in to guide my treatment decisions; basically you can regard it as a consent form.”

Gill took the proffered form and flicked through it.

“What is this going to cost?” she asked.

“It depends on how much attention I have to give John. Normally a full treatment costs between fifty and a hundred thousand.”

Gill gasped.

“I know that it seems a lot, but just think; when it is finished you will have the man that you defined here and if you decide to part ways from him during therapy the cost is reduced to a monthly charge to cover the costs of institutionalising him.”

Maxine’s red nail tapped the second form that she had given Gill and a smile crossed her face.

“If you ticked everything without restriction I can say that a hundred and twenty thousand will see the work done and three months will see you get the husband that you have selected. Of course if you want him to undergo other therapy, perhaps of a more physical nature then the cost will be even more.”

“Can I change my mind as we go along?”

“Of course, but you cannot subtract, only add to the list. I cannot possibly undo what has already been done!”

“Can I take this form home and think about it?”

“I’m sorry, no way! Nothing leaves my office and therapy centre here. However, since you will have to return here often, you will be able to reconsider your options on a weekly basis.”

Gill held out her hand towards Maxine and took the pen that was being offered.

“I’ll return tomorrow after I’ve thought about it. I think that you will understand that I need to consider if my fantasy and my reality can indeed be matched.”

Maxine took the signed contract and the questionnaire and placed both in the folder.

“Actually you are wrong to wonder if what you want can be created! I can match your fantasy, there are very few women whose wants are beyond my reach, so just decide from this list and then I shall do the rest and present you with the bill. Nothing happens until you have returned and filled in the forms and then we will have a short discussion that will allow me to judge best as to how to proceed. Until you have paid fifty per cent of the fee, then nothing will move forward anyway! The main problem for the wife to understand is that anything is possible, if you have the imagination and are prepared to pay for it.”

Gill looked Maxine up and down and decided that this was one woman who was offering a service that was at best dubiously legal. That was without considering the morals and codes of conduct that she was rolling over with a careless lack of concern.

Striking, but no means beautiful. Attractive, but not someone that Gill would have considered ‘model’ material. Dressed expensively, but with taste that would have fulfilled every man’s fantasy of a secretary for his outer office. All nylons and stilettos with a calming cover of tweed that was cut to show her narrow waist and long legs to advantage. She oozed confidence from every pore.


“Now, before you sign it just remains to warn you that we shall have to find a place for John in the Serena Clinic in order to make sure that he is under our control. It will be necessary for us to do a small amount of ‘play acting’ to get him there willingly, then the therapy will begin and we shall see what we can make of him.”

Gill sighed and looked into Maxine’s eyes.

What she saw there was cool greed. This was a woman who was interested in the money and only the money. She would fulfil any bargain as long as it paid enough. It was a mental attitude that, as a lawyer, she had seen so often and it always belonged to those who delivered if they were not cheated.

Then the revenge would be terrible!

“OK then, I’ll sign,” she said as she flicked the pen across the bottom of both forms. We’ll discuss the rest. I think that you are right, I want rid of him, I just never dared admit it!”

Gill admired Maxine for her strength, but at the same time she felt a slight twinge of either apprehension or jealousy. One or the other, she could not quite be sure.

“I’ll call tomorrow and we’ll set something up,” said Gill.

*****

John paused for a moment before entering the room. The secretary had waved him through but there was brief moment of indecision before he turned the handle and entered the office of Ms Maxine Stansforde Psy.D.

Maxine sat behind her desk and smiled at him as he entered. She waved a hand towards the couch by the window and then turned her attention to the file that she had open on her desk.

“John,” she said, “so glad that you could make it. I have already talked to your wife, but every story of relationships has two sides to tell. I am eager to hear yours and then I can put together a strategy for bringing the two sides together for a productive series of therapy sessions and treatment. Everything that you say here is strictly private between you and I so do not feel that in some way what you reveal will be whispered in your wife’s ear.”

John took a sitting position on the couch and looked at the woman who was talking to him in those silken tones. The black lipstick and the savagely high heels, the tight black skirt and red manicure. Hair pulled into a bun and a tight blouse that was almost transparent. He could feel a surge of interest in this paragon of therapy rise in his breast.

“Obviously, anything that you tell me in this session and any of the following ones remains absolutely private! So let’s begin with your feelings about the problems in your marriage that have led to you making the beneficial decision to try therapy.”

As Maxine spoke she crossed her legs and John caught a brief flash of her stocking tops and the bright red soles of her shoes. He felt a twinge of excitement when she stood and came to sit at the head of the couch. He saw her hands smooth over her skirt with those long nailed hands.

“Where is the right place to start?” he asked.

“It’s your session, John,” she replied. “Start where you like, with your frustrations or perhaps some of the more positive aspects of your marriage.”

John began to talk about the fact that he always felt as though Gill was manipulating him. That he had worked so hard to get her through her exams and now she acted as though she was embarrassed by his very presence. He told her that he wanted children and that Gill would be a so much better person as a mother than a lawyer. He told Maxine about the loss of his sex drive, the fact that Gill became ever more demanding and placed less and less importance on his likes and dislikes. Finally, he had slipped to impotence; he had lost that excitement, that eager enthusiasm that had made sex with Gill such a high point. Not general, just specifically with her.

“Are you saying that you’ve had an affair in the last months?”

“Only with my right hand and one other woman!” he said sheepishly as if such peccadillos could be forgiven by his wife and that she was so unfair if she would not see it that way.

Maxine listened.

Every now and again she made notes on the small pad that perched on her nylon clad knee. John looked up at her sitting over him; he could just peek through the buttons on her blouse to see that she was braless under the smooth cotton. He caught tempting glimpses of those smooth breasts, the curve, the white flesh and the rosy nipple that showed through the silky cloth like a shadow. Her lips were pursed and she occasionally made the odd single word comment to entice him to open the floodgates and spill all his thoughts.

In the end the forty minutes was over and the ten minute summing up began.

“I can see that we have a great deal of negativity to overcome, John. Then there is the physical side that also has to be dealt with. In summing up I would like to reassure you that you are not alone in this. I am here to help in any way that I can…”

John looked at her foot. Her toes allowed the stiletto to dangle for a moment, swinging to and fro before it fell to the soft carpet. The light nylon stockings did not hide the fact that her purple painted toenails were long and manicured in long tight curves like her fingernails. They did not hide the small tattoo of a circle divided by three wavy lines that was surrounded by a delicate wreath of roses that decorated the ankle.

‘Like a dangerous cat with its claws out,’ he thought as he watched her flex her foot.

For a moment he imagined that foot slipping into his waistband, the sharp claws touching his erection and threatening it with their razor nails. John looked up at her and could see that she had been following his eyes and perhaps guessing his thoughts. No, she would never imagine that he was attracted to her…

“Sex therapy is one route that we can try,” she said, “but it requires that Gill be involved, at least later, and consenting and she might need to follow the same road. Could you manage that, John. Because under my supervision the treatment might well be more effective than you can imagine!”

“I had never given it any thought, but I suppose that…”

“It is one of the things that I think that we may well discuss next time. In the meantime I want you to think about Gill’s point of view. I want you to think of five ways in which you could please her in things that she seems to want. As always in these cases; you and Gill will both have to move from your opinions and closely held beliefs if we are going to move forward, so it is good to think of all the small things that do not cost too much stress that you could offer her in return for similar concessions. Whatever happens next in this process I can only recommend that a short stay in the Serena Clinic would be of great benefit to you.”

For a moment John felt her hand on his shoulder in a moment of contact that thrilled him. Her foot stretched and dipped into that shoe, the nails disappeared and Maxine stood by the couch.

“I have made an appointment for you in three days. Actually for the both of you!”

John stood and realised that Maxine was taller than him by more inches than the height of her heels, tall as they were. She guided him to the door and he left in a daze that was filled by the scent of her floral perfume and the remainder of those wicked thoughts as he had watched her shoe fall to the carpet.

“One of the things that I am going to suggest is perhaps a little retreat, some physical therapy, just the two of you alone! Do not forget the list.”

John nodded and said: “Three days?”

“Three days!”

Gill Goes Up The Hill.
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“First of all you have to check in,” said the rather formal receptionist. “Have you got your papers with you?”

John pulled an envelope from his inside pocket and passed it over to the woman’s proffered hand.

“This is the admission form that I got from Doctor Stansforde,” he added.

The receptionist unfolded the letter and read it while John waited.

“Were you accompanied here?” asked the receptionist.

“I am alone.”

The receptionist nodded and looked at the suitcase that John had with him.

“This is not a hotel,” she muttered.

*****

Just two weeks before he and Gill had attended the fourth session with Maxine. Their first since Maxine had suggested that sexual therapy might be a way forward. That fourth session had not gone as well as expected. The arguments started almost at once and Maxine seemed to become a referee rather than a mediator between husband and wife.

In the end the ‘five little points’ was an area that was not touched upon. What was established was that the problem was a sexual one. Gill wanted John to satisfy her and John wanted Gill to ‘acknowledge’ his right to sex whenever he felt like it. His objection to her wanting to experiment was dismissed by John as ‘kinky’ and ‘abnormal’. Her use of the words ‘boring’ and ‘uninspiring’ set them arguing again and Maxine had to calm them down.

“I think that some sort of separate therapy is called for,” she said as soon as they had calmed enough to listen to her. “I was going to suggest sessions together, but now I can see that we should perhaps take another route and bring you back together after treatment has commenced.”

Gill brooded and John suddenly felt that he could score some points by assenting to Dr Maxine’s suggestions.

“Of course,” he said, “How does it work?”

Maxine smiled approvingly at him.

“I think that we can book you into the clinic for a week’s stay and then work from there.”

“It’s easy for that layabout there,” said Gill. “He is not working and can take time at any moment. I have clients to look after and court appearances to make. Guess who’s going to be paying for it all?”

“That’s not fair, Gill,” said Maxine in a stern tone. “He is willing and you will have to make the effort as well.”

“OK then,” said Gill with a theatrical sigh. “I can take a week off after John has done his week. I’ll arrange it.”

“Great, you see. We can move along now,” said Maxine. “I just need you both to sign these papers and then I can book you both in to the Serena Clinic. I have already explained what will happen there and why, but do you have any other questions?”

“Why do I have to sign these papers?” asked John. “I mean that this is not a medical procedure…”

“John, you have to realise that the law requires that you provide a waiver for any treatment and that is all the form does.”

Maxine passed the form to John and flicked to the last page. It was covered with fine print at the top and then a long blank with the signature line at the bottom. John skimmed what was written and then signed the form and Maxine countersigned as witness and dated the form.

“In a week John will return for another session and you will sign for your treatment,” said Maxine to Gill.

Maxine led the couple to her reception.

“I shall see John in a week and then we will be able to move forward, I am sure.”

John and Gill took the lift to the street in silence.

The silence of animosity and antipathy.

“I have to get home,” said John.

Gill pulled a face and reached for his hand.

“John,” she asked, “how did it get so far?”

He shook his hand free and grimaced.

“You only have yourself to blame,” he spat. “I shall give it a go, but if it does not bring us together then you can expect the papers for the divorce!”

Gill stood in the street and watched her husband’s back retreat and then he was swallowed by the crowd on the sidewalk. Her heart hardened and she went back into the building.

The lift swept her up to the fourth floor and when she stepped out from the small cubicle Maxine was waiting for her.

“I thought that you’d be back,” said Maxine. “John needs what is coming to him!”

Maxine extended a hand and led Gill back into the office and closed the door.

*****

The primly dressed woman took John down several corridors and then opened a door into a small room that was like a simple hotel room. Pictures on the walls of meadows and hills. A double bed and some plain modern furniture that left a neutral feel to the room.

“This will be your room for the next week Mr Horner,” said the nurse. “Please wait a few minutes and Dr Henson will be along for the induction.”

“Thanks,” said John as he put his suitcase on the bed and the receptionist left the room.

Suddenly it was all reality!

Maxine had signed him up for the ‘sexual healing’ course and Gill had actually consented to it and all the other women that it entailed. He sighed and reflected on how bitter he felt towards Gill. How she had become a superior bitch who constantly told him how to behave and what to say to her friends and colleagues. The bitch that had become so patronizing to his needs.

There was no way that he was ever going to go back to her! He would show willing in therapy, show that he was ‘trying’ to rebuild the relationship and then he would take her for every red cent that she had. Lawyer or not, she would have to pay up, and big time. He had paid for her education, he had paid for her professional accreditations she owed him everything.

He would take it all… she would pay for life!

The sound of a key in the door and the door opened to reveal a large woman that he took to be a nurse. Standing behind her was a slim woman in a white coat who had to be the Dr Henson that was coming to chat to him.

“My name is Dr Henson,” said the younger woman with a smile as she entered the room with her companion. “I have your committal papers here and would like to discuss the rules and regulations of this clinic before your stay here.”

John stood up and juggled his thoughts. She was the doctor, then who was her companion?

“Committal?” he said.

“Of course, Mr Horner. I have the forms for the committal and psychiatric assessment under WIC 5150-5157 of the Californian legal code. You have signed to undergo the seventy two hour assessment of your mental health and I am responsible for that assessment and I have to warn you that if you show signs of the violent behaviour that has seen you forced to undergo this process you can expect a negative appraisal from my pen!”

“What were all those numbers again?”

“WIC 5150-5157?” she asked. “That is the legal permission that you signed when Form MH 302, Application for 72 Hour Detention for Evaluation and Treatment was presented to you by my colleague.”

“What is this place?”

“The Serena Clinic for the rehabilitation of the criminally and emotionally insane,” she said with a smile. “But, you already know that, don’t you, because you signed the forms?”

“Show me,” said John in a querulous tone as he pointed at the form that was held in her hand.

She passed the form to him and he flicked to the last page of the document. The page was filled with small text that filled the gap above his signature that had been blank. Under his casual scrawl was Gills prim and rounded signature as well as three others that belonged to people that he had never heard of.

His hands made as if to rip up the terrible contract and Dr Henson spoke: “That is just a photocopy and is for your information only. If you rip it up, two things will follow as sure as day follows the night. The first is that I will note that you showed a violent reaction to me and second you will be deprived of the chance to read what you signed.”

John looked at the form in his hand and could not stop himself. Her tore the paper in half in a dramatic away and then tossed the fluttering pieces onto the bed.

“This form has been altered since I signed it,” he said trying to keep the quiver out of his voice. “I want you to call the police and a lawyer…”

“Mr Horner, I warned you of the consequences of your actions, but you persisted in your violent reaction. This is a bad sign!”

Her slim finger pointed at John and the woman in the corridor entered the room.

“Please strip off all your clothes and we can begin the induction.”

John retreated to the window. For a moment he considered picking up one of the small bedside cabinets and tossing it through the window so that he could escape into the gardens beyond.

The large nurse shadowed him but did not reach out; she just penned John into a corner.

“I told you to strip, Mr Horner. This is not a voluntary committal, even though you signed form MH 302 with your own free will. You will obey or you will be sedated and placed in a holding cell for examination. Be reasonable and do not force me to tell Maureen to undress you!”

John felt a feeling of despair as he saw that Maureen was licking her lips and her hand moved to her crotch to gently squeeze herself in a sexual motion that carried overtones of threat and eroticism. A smile came onto Maureen’s face as she lightly bunched a fist to show just her middle finger standing proud.

John started to undress and a look of disappointment crossed Nurse Maureen’s face as if she had hoped that John would make a fight of it.

Dr Henson smiled and said: “Your wife wishes you to remain here for a while she sorts her life out as she wishes. She has paid well for the care that you receive her in the Serena Clinic so make sure that she has not wasted all that money! I suggest that you do as you are told and you may come out of here a better man, if it is decided that you may leave. Better for yourself and better by far for your wife!”

John looked down and noticed that Dr Henson had the same strange tattoo as Maxine on her ankle. A circle divided by three with wavy lines and a crown of roses and thorns that framed it…

“If you have to be sedated it will so disappoint Maureen here. She likes it when there is the occasional physical skirmish. Also you should bear it in mind that Maureen gets to care for the cases that require a personal touch and we do not have a policy of overseeing our patients at night when she is on duty.”

John stood naked.

Vulnerable and exposed to the gaze of both Maureen and the doctor.

A slight trembling shook his frame, not cold, but dread. The next words of Dr Henson did not help him to overcome that fear.

“There will be a hearing in the next seventy two hours as you will come up before a board of three doctors. Myself, Dr Stansforde and one other who just happens to be a close associate of ours. If the majority decision is to commit you then you will be moved to a much more secure unit where further evaluation will be carried out, by sedation or force if necessary.”

The young doctor turned to Maureen and pointed at the open suitcase on the bed.

“Take all his clothes and that shit,” she said with an almost-laugh, “and dispose of it in the furnace. He won’t be needing it.”

Maureen slung all the clothes from the floor into the suitcase and picked it up without bothering to close it properly.

For a moment the naked John thought that he might be able to run for the exit. Maureen had her hands full and just a slip of a girl stood between him and the way out of this den of horrors. As he stood, indecisive, she smiled and turned her hand to reveal that she had a small black object in her palm. Two wicked metal studs told John that the object was some sort of stun-gun; the sly smile that played on her lips told him that she would enjoy using it.

The young doctor watched Maureen leave the room with the half closed suitcase that trailed clothes.

“When the seventy two hour examination of your mental fitness has been completed you will be assigned a lawyer. Of course, being unfit to conduct your own defence it will be necessary for your wife to assign you legal counsel, or perhaps, if you are lucky she will deign to handle your case herself. In the last analysis you had better make sure that you obey her advice, after all you will be depending on her totally. There is no one else here that is interested in getting you out of here. Dr Stansforde and I both need you here because you generate a great deal in fees and you provide excellent opportunities to experiment on. Maureen would like you to stay so that she can show you her own unique treatment method for sexual dysfunction and she is by no means the only one her with their own ideas of the regimen of treatment that will be possible if you fail to cooperate. As for the state, it follows the dictates of law, precedent and of course, the easiest road. There’s no help there.”

The doctor started to giggle and swept out of the room, following Maureen, and slammed the door closed with a last guffaw.

John heard the lock click with a finality that made him jump.

He looked out of the broad window onto the gardens that stretched away from him. He inspected the windows and realised that they had no opening mechanism, in fact a tap with his knuckle on the glass revealed that they were like a jeweller’s windows, giving just a solid sound to his knock.

He pondered the furniture and wondered if he could break the glass with one of the bedside cabinets. He went to lift a cabinet and realised that it was fixed to the floor, as was the bed and the wardrobe. John searched the room for tools that could help him to escape this prison. All he found in the wardrobe was a single piece jumpsuit in pink and a pair of soft shoes.

With a resigned sigh he pulled it on and realised that the cloth was almost paper thin and the buttons were so flimsy that they looked as though they would fall off as he did them up. Everything in the room was screwed to its place, the door was metal and the pictures on the walls did not hang on hooks but were almost a part of the walls.

This was far less a clinic than a prison.

The Well of All Fears.
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“It all depends on you,” said Maxine to Gill. “The examination board is always three people. The doctor in charge of the case, that’s Doctor Valerie Henson. Myself as the doctor that signed the initial order and another doctor who makes the final decision about the person being examined.”

“So who is the other person?” asked Gill.

“Well, normally it’s Doctor D’Everard, but he is not available at the moment. He is quite flexible generally because he gets paid for every case and he tends to make decisions that follow the advice of the resident Doctor. He’s quite easily led, actually because he has the hots for Doctor Henson!”

Maxine pulled a face that showed some small uncertainty and then continued to explain the process.

“I have just found out that the third panellist will be Doctor Mary Paige Psy.D and we have never worked with her before so there could be a bit of a problem as she is an unknown quantity.”

“What happens after the assessment then? I mean assuming that John is committed.”

“We usually have them transferred to a private secure unit in Ocean Cove up the coast where we have a free hand to do whatever we like to them. The trouble is that Doctor Paige may well insist on a further week of examination in the Serena Clinic.”

“So what are you going to do?”

Maxine laughed and said: “Don’t look so worried, everything is under control, we will take the examination as it comes and then decide what the best route is. In any case we want you to visit John as his wife and make him anxious, because it will make the examination far more favourable if he is foolish enough to lose his temper.”

“Since you have decided to dispose of him, the course of events will be much simpler,” said Maxine with a grin. “Just go with the flow and watch us handle him…”

*****

The door opened and Gill was led into the small room, that was John’s cell, by Maureen. John sat on the edge of the bed looking dejected and only raised his head when Maureen stood within a foot of him.

He looked a pitiful sight in the thin pink jumpsuit that had already lost some buttons and opened to reveal the skin of his torso.

“Stand up, John,” said Maureen in a sharp voice. “Your wife is here and you will show her some respect.”

A sly smile crossed Maureen’s features as he watched John’s reaction to his wife. She had seen this so many times and it had always heralded a conflict that he, Maureen, could slide into and use to his own amusement.

John stood and watched Gill walk into the room.

She was dressed in a long tight skirt and a silk blouse that was cut to show where her breasts met in a deep décolletage. She wore more makeup than John had ever seen her wear and together with the heels and nylons it made her look like a secretary who was looking to have an affair with her boss. All that was missing were the glasses and the hair pulled up into a bun… but, that had been Maxine.

John could sense a change in her, a difference of stance and a transformation of the way that she looked at him. This was not the Gill that he had known over the last few years. This was not the Gill that he had married.

Something had broken between them, the bridge that connected them was teetering and falling into a chasm that was turning into some new emotion.

“Sit,” she ordered. “We need to discuss your future.”

John decided to conciliate and sat as she had ordered.

“Do we have to have her here?” asked John as he pointed at Maureen. “I mean, I am scarcely going to attack you or else run away!”

For a moment Gill looked at Maureen and her smug grin. She was on the point of dismissing her when Maureen spoke: “Mrs Horner, you know that I cannot leave you here alone with this disturbed man.”

A cross look came over John’s features as he saw Gill nod in agreement with her guardian.

“In just a day you have a hearing to decide your fitness for release, John,” she said as if she were declaiming a courtroom summing up. “Do not try to tell me how I should deal with your mental problems! You are here because you are having challenges that only therapy can resolve…”

John looked up at the nurse that was standing behind his wife. Her hands were on her large breasts and clearly sought the nipples that showed through the stiff cotton. Fingers and thumbs found their targets and rolled the flesh gently through the cloth of her medical coat.

“That’s just not true,” said John in a heated voice. “I am here because you tricked me! I am locked in this institution,” he spat the word, “because I want to divorce you and you are afraid that I will destroy your reputation and your fancy lifestyle. I’ll bet that you found about the slut that I have been fucking while you are at your high class job! I’d rather fuck a whore than you!”

Maureen took a step and placed herself between the couple. She folded his arms and looked down at the red faced husband who was now close to shouting at his wife.

“This is wrongful imprisonment; it would be laughable if it was not so fucking annoying. Let me out of this flea pit now, you know that you cannot have me kept here forever and when I get out…”

“I can keep you here as long as I like, in fact the more I watch you shout and swear the more I realise that only Maxine can help your mental distress. When you attend the hearing tomorrow remember that I have complete control over you, try to understand that it is only concern for your wellbeing that makes me take this action.”

A sound like a frustrated roar came from John’s lips as he stood and bunched his fists.

“Maxine, that fucking bitch friend of yours tricked me into this prison…”

“Mr Horner, please sit down,” said Maureen as she reached a hand towards John.

There was a brief moment as the scene was static and John soundlessly moved his lips. He swung at Maureen who blocked the blow with just a small movement of her arms.

“Mr Horner,” she said, “sit down or I shall have to have you sedated.”

A fist swung, Maureen blocked the blow and pushed John to sprawl onto the bed.

At that moment Dr Henson entered the room. In her hand was a syringe ready with the gleaming point pointing upwards. It was as though she had been waiting for the signal, the sound of a fight, before she entered.

In an efficient move Maureen kneeled over John and pinned him while the slim doctor emptied the contents of the syringe into his upper arm. For a moment there was a struggle. A twenty seconds of frantic move and countermove before John was at last still.

A glassy look filled his eyes, a relaxation took his body as the drug took effect and at last Maureen was able to climb off Gill’s husband and leave him to lie on the bed in a tangle of limbs.

“That was one hundred ml’s of ten per-cent Pentobarbital,” said Dr Henson to Maureen. “It should be enough for now, he should still be conscious for the next hour or two.”

“He said that he was going to divorce me,” said Gill, still in shock from the events of the last minutes. “The fucking prick said that he was going to divorce me… and he said that he has been fucking prostitutes. Street whores, the little fucker…””

“Don’t worry, Mrs Horner, we will ensure that he stays in confinement as long as you wish. I would like you to come with me and you can sign the forms that we need to ensure that the treatment continues. You do want us to look after him, don’t you?”

“I want John to stay here; I want the cunt to suffer… forever.”

“Don’t worry Mrs Horner, that’s something that we specialise in!”

Gill cast a last look over her shoulder at her husband. He lay splayed on the bed, his pink jumpsuit torn to his crotch. Even though he was sedated there was a wild look in his eyes that betrayed the fact that he hated Gill. If looks could have killed Gill would have been splattered over the floor and the walls.

The door closed and Dr Henson put an arm around Gill.

“I know that this isn’t easy for you,” she said, “but once the hearing is over and done with and we have him in our private clinic you and I will be the ones to decide on his on-going treatment. We can have him grovelling like a little puppy for you in weeks. There are so many delicious alternatives. For now I have some forms for you to sign and then you can discuss the details with Dr Stansforde in my office.”

*****

Maureen stood over the prone John.

Her hand reached down and stroked John’s torso with the tips of his fingers in a delicate sinister move that was like affection, but twisted affection.

“John,” he said. “Now we can enjoy a little quality time all to ourselves. Now you are in my care for the next day or two I will try to help you.”

John groaned and tried to roll over, but Maureen simply tore the jumpsuit from his body with a casual pull and slapped him lightly on the cheek. He looked up at her starched white coat, the strong hands and the tight lipped smile and felt a wave of despair envelop him in its arms.

As Maureen spoke, her hand grasped his flaccid cock and pushed to make the tip extend from the circle of thumb and forefinger.

John moaned and tried to move, but his limbs felt like lead and the strong grip that the nurse had, pinned him to the bed.

“Look, you are getting all interested,” said Maureen as his erection started to grow and push from her hand. “Would you like a nice little hand job?”

John groaned and a trickle of saliva dribbled from his lips.

Maureen started to work his prick. Short firm strokes that built up his erection while the other hand closed around his throat. Soon John’s cock was standing firm and her hand was slipping up and down the shaft with sure strokes.

John groaned as her hand gripped his throat and choked him while the other brought his erection to full size with brutal efficiency.

This was like a dream, a nightmare that had become true. His body felt as if tonnes of lead were holding him prone for the attentions of this outsized nurse. His weight was more than he could lift, his body was not his own.

Her hand left his throat and moved to her own.

John could only stare as she started to unbutton the long white coat to reveal that the evil nurse was naked under that crisp cotton. Naked but dressed! Her breasts were perched slackly on the cups of a stiff corset that flared over her hips to become a girdle that passed her crotch and held up her white stockings with a multitude of straps.

The coat flapped open and Maureen stood for a moment to regard her victim.

Then she climbed onto the bed next to him and resumed her assault on his prick. Her lips formed a small ‘O’ as she worked to bring John close to climax before she kneeled over him. Her breasts came out of the cups like a tidal wave and hung before his face as she moved to make sure that those swollen dusky nipples hung just short of his lips.

“Do you want them?” asked Maureen as her nipples brushed his face. “Do they excite, are they big enough?”

She draped her breasts on his face cutting his breathing as the hard final wank began.

John could feel the claws of her nails biting into him as she violently pushed him over the limit and forced him to orgasm. His face was smothered by the soft yielding flesh of those breasts. The hand on his prick blurred and then tightened its grip to force him to come.

His thighs trembled with the fear and pain as Maureen watched John spurt all he had. She could feel the heat of his breath on the skin of her breasts and felt a rising sense of pleasure, a sort of emotional ecstasy that left her short of breath.

“I would love to snip off those little balls, my dear,” she whispered in his ear. “It would put an end to all that mess and all those mixed up thoughts!”

Just a short introduction for John of what he had to look forward to. A prologue to allow him to taste fear before the examination the next day.

At last she allowed him from the shadow of her hanging breasts and her hand retreated from his sore prick. The scores and scratches from her fingernails had drawn red lines the length of that prick.

Maureen smiled down at John and reached a hand almost affectionately to his face. A single drop of semen dripped from her nail and she fastidiously allowed it to drop on to his open lips.

“You will learn a great deal from me, there are so many surprises for us to share as we commence your therapy,” she said. “Just let me say one thing. You are here for a rehabilitation which will have no end; you are here because your wife wants it. Right now you are just a rag doll in a bed. If you make me angry you will suffer a reality that will make your worst nightmares look like a trip to the nursery.”

She looked down at his face and then pushed the drop of his own come into his mouth with her fingernail.

“Do you understand that you are here to be raped by me?”

A tear welled from John’s eye and slid down his cheek, but he could not move…

Maureen looked at him for a moment and then slapped him sharply across the face.

“Do you understand that you are here to be raped by me?” she shouted as she slapped him again.

With a massive effort he managed to nod.

The small movement made the teardrop slip to the bedcovers.

“That’s good! There are treatments in Ocean Cove that will make you beg to be a captive back here in my bed. Remember that when the good doctors play with you!”

She delivered another ringing slap on his face and got up from the bed. Her large hands eased her breasts gently back into the cups of her corset and buttoned up her coat.

“In just a few hours you will be up before the examining panel. Then the therapy can begin, a healing process that has no end!”

The Well Of All Fears.
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The glass wall deceived the eye of those who looked into the interview room. From their point of view it was a window that allowed light and sound to enter their little auditorium and monitor the interview in progress. From the other side it was a blank glossy wall that allowed those in the interview room no peep at their watchers.

The table set the scene.

Blank and plain it was screwed to the floor and had seats for just four people. The fifth, Maureen, stood by the door as if she were a guardsman. On one of the chairs sat John Horner. A white papery jump suit fluttered about his frame as he spoke in an animated voice. The other three around the table were Maxine, Dr Valerie Henson and Doctor Mary Paige, a mature woman who sat back on her chair and observed John with a detached eye that seemed sympathetic.

“Mr Horner,” said Dr. Paige, “Explain how it is that you signed the self-committal form if you did not wish to go through therapy willingly?”

“What I signed was mostly blank,” he said in a high, agitated voice, “the rest was printed onto the form after I signed it!”

“Mr Horner, I am sure that you realise that this sounds more like paranoia than anything else,” she replied with a small smile. “If you had said that you did not understand the form, or perhaps signed it when you were not in a fit state to understand it then perhaps I could believe that. But, what you are doing is; you are accusing Dr Stansforde of forgery, and that I cannot wish to believe.”

Behind the black wall of glass sat just Gill Horner. In one hand she held the key to the small room that she was in whilst the other slipped between her thighs and stroked her pussy through the thick smooth denim of her jeans. Her legs parted slightly to allow better access and her lips formed an ‘o’ that spoke reams of the change that she was undergoing as her husband spiralled deeper into a nightmare that she was starting to see as viewing entertainment.

As John sat silent, as he realised that it did not seem as if Dr Paige was an ally he looked up at Maureen and saw her lick her lips with a lascivious motion that spoke of all the assaults that had been carried out by that evil nurse.

“Mr Horner! You are here because you signed the self-certification, but now you deny that you did so. I have the form before my eyes and I can only say that you are clearly showing some signs of disturbance that may best be served by remaining here under observation,” said Dr Paige. “I shall have to review all the case notes again and speak to your attendant doctors before reaching a final decision, but rest assured that in the next week I will make a decision that is based on all the testimony of doctors, family and the medical evidence.”

Gill Horner sighed as her hand strummed over her jeans with ever more pressure. The look on her husband’s face was one of fear. He seemed to shrink in his chair and bowed his head in resignation as nurse Maureen led him from the room. Gill came with a small cry as she watched the three members of the medical tribunal exchange a few comments and then leave the room after shaking hands.

This was so exquisite she thought as she left the small room and met the three doctors in the corridor.

“Your husband signed the release form in your presence?” asked Dr Paige of Gill.

“Yes he did,” she replied with a sigh. “I tried to dissuade him, because it all seemed such a drastic solution to his problems, but he insisted to Dr Maxine Stansforde and said that it would be for the best.”

“I am so sorry that your husband needs this type of treatment,” said Dr Paige, la