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Anna - My Patient and My Love
(a short unfinished allegory)
by Lewis Chappelle
She signed the new patient information form indicating that her name was Anna Bree; her health insurance card indicated the same. She said her reason for seeing my assistance was that, ?She wasn’t sleeping at night, she was not happy in her twelve year marriage, and that she needed help straightening out her thought processes.?
Anna was a beautiful young woman - stunning in face and form. Tall, and slim of hip.
In our first session, she answered my general questions stating that she was the mother of two school aged boys who were the pride of her life. She talked about how she met her husband at a local restaurant when he, quite out of the blue, came to her table to identify himself. He got her name and called her that very night for a date.
After a whirl-wind courtship, she married the gentleman before she was twenty years old; the man was almost fifteen years older than she was. He was very handsome, rich, and very powerful. He worked as a seven figure executive for an internationally known software firm.
But, Anna was troubled. She had all the finest possessions a woman could want. She was pampered in all the ways money could buy. Yet, she didn’t feel her husband tended to her in the loving, caring, and assertive way she needed from a man. She had made a habit of faking it in bed with her husband. Sshe wanted a man’s man - one who understood her soul, and understood her most gripping needs. In fact, Anna thought she was but a watch fob for him - a mere trophy wife, in fact.
Since her in-laws lived locally she was free to attend all the daytime social functions demanded of her as the wife of an important man. She lived in a very large home; actually a mansion. She was on the board of directors of several significant social organizations. She was a presence and an influence in the community in her own right. But, she was not satisfied in her marriage. She had experienced a complete loss of physical fulfillment.
In the last moments of her first visit with me, she said she had often considered getting a divorce, or even having an affair, but was seriously afraid that her husband would take the boys from her if he thought, for a moment, that she was going to leave him.
Our second office visit went well. Anna was wearing a short skirt, and expensive, fashionable, high heeled, boots. ?Great gams. I wonder if she’s trying to send me a message or something? You wish!? I thought to myself. Then, I remembered her comment about her vindictive husband, and I recalled, fleetingly, the oath I had taken as a practicing therapist.
I took copious professional notes during that session, but, I couldn’t help looking at her well muscled thighs and wondering what I would find under that short skirt.
As is my practice, I gave Anna some ‘homework’ to do before our next session. I wanted her to start a personal journal of her thoughts, and of the words she wanted to use to tell her husband that she was not satisfied with what was going on, or what was not going on, in their marriage. I told her I would not insist on seeing the contents of the journal but, that she should bring it with her each time she saw me.
It took all my resolve not to pat her tight ass as I walked her to the door to end our session.
After my wife ran off with her yoga instructor several years ago, I got a divorce, but had never remarried and had never met a woman I really wanted as a partner.
?Is Anna the woman I was meant to have and to hold?? I kept thinking to myself. ?She’s a married lady, you dumb ass!? was the answer. But, that didn’t stop the question from entering my mind over and over again. And, from thinking of that beautiful face and those wonderful thighs.
In all of our sessions Anna was dressed to kill. But, at the sixth session, Anna truly was a sight for sore eyes. I was sure she was sending me a message this time and I was only too glad to receive it. In five inch high heels, if they were an inch, which she wore like she was born in them, and no hose, she was a dream walking. Oh, those wonderful legs. And, her tits weren’t shabby either, pressed against a sheer silk blouse. She really filled her C sized cups to the brim.
Up until this session, our conversations were casual and could have passed the test for a professional therapist. She had never been overtly flirtatious, nor had I. But, on this occasion, she did want me to read the journal entries she had made since she had been my patient.
In one of those entries, she had written that she missed having sex with her husband, who she referred to as ‘Michael’ - not ‘Mike’ but, ‘Michael,? which I though was sort’a stiff. She noted that he only seemed to want her on the rarest of occasions, and then only to relieve his pent up cum supply. She felt like she was his cum dump depository, not his beloved wife.
His manner toward her was cold. On those infrequent occasions when he wanted her sexually, it was a ‘wham, bam; thank you, Ma’am’ sort of a thing. Then he would roll off of her and go to sleep leaving her frustrated and unloved.
I asked Anna if she ever used a dildo to relieve her sexual frustrations. I got a stare in return. Did I had hit a nerve, or was she being coy?
?Dr., that’s an embarrassing question,? she responded after a long pause. ?No one has ever asked me that before. Do you really want to know??
?Yes, Anna, I really want to know. And, moreover, if you don’t use one, why don’t you, and if you do, I want to know what satisfaction, if any, you get with it,? I responded as casually as I could manage, realizing that I was treading on thin ice.
?Well, Dr., I have one, but I can’t very well use it while he is in bed, so I wait until he gets up and goes to work, and before the boys stir, and have myself a go at it. It’s usually pretty good and I can clean up and go about my day pretty well satisfied from then on,? she said.
?Anna! Your answer was good as far as it went, but you were very guarded. I want you to use common language when you tell me about your body and your reaction to sexual things. Use words like cunt, tits, ass hole, and cum. Not any of those fancy words with me, please! Got it?? I said.
?Oh, Dr. you make me blush. I’ve never used those words before. But, I’ll get used to it because you told me to use them, and they do get me all excited, you know.?
?Excited? What do you mean, ?excited?? I pressed her on for a more visceral answer.
?Oh, Dr. you are just toying with me now, aren’t you? You know what I mean! My heart pumps faster, my nipples get harder, and my? weeeel, my cunt, get’s all juicy. Now I’ve said it, and frankly it feels good. And, it feels good to be here with you Sir, very comfortable and very good. ?
?Would you like to have a cum, right here in the office before you leave, Anna?? I asked. ?Why wait? Let’s not ever let your libido go unfulfilled. Let’s make it a part of each of your future therapy sessions include a good cum, if you are up to it. I have a sterile dildo right here for you, or you can bring your own each time. Ready??
I could tell she was apprehensive, but not reluctant.
?Stand up, and get rid of your panties and ditch your bra too, because I want you to start your ?libido relief? by massaging your tits and nipples. Get started now!? I said in a soft but insistent voice.
?I must just as well get all naked, if I’m going to go to all that trouble. Is the door locked, Dr.?? she said expectantly.
Yes, the door was locked and she shed her clothing, except for her heels, in a flash. My expectations regarding her body were more than fulfilled. Her flat core showed no indication of having given birth to the boys. And, her back was straight and shoulders were square. Her tits rode high on her chest. Her nipples were long and hard. I could see a trace of cunt fluid already seeping from her outer cunt lips. She was hot!
?Now Anna,? I said, ?I want you to go to the closet over there and open the door. Inside is a full length mirror. I want you to spread your legs and put your hands behind your neck and look at your body from head to toe? over and over. I want you to see what I see. A most outstandingly beautiful and desirable woman. A woman worthy of great love, and all the sex she can get. I want you to know just how truly sexy you are. Go!?
Anna walked, with tits high, and confidently, toward the closet and opened the door. She faced the mirror and went into the pose I had referenced. ?Lovely, absolutely, lovely,? I thought. ?I could get in real trouble with that!?
?Now play with your tits and nipples, then touch your clit, Anna,? I said. She did.
?You are a bad, bad, boy, Dr. ? she said at length in a shaky and unconvincing voice.
?Why is that Anna? Is it because I haven’t told you to cum yet??
?You do have me ready to cum, Dr. And, I can tell by the bulge in your pants that you seem pretty ready too. I’d like to help you with that? I’d like you to control my body Sir! Don’t let me cum until you want me to, Sir.?
?Anna, I want you to crawl over to me and take my cock in your mouth. I want to feel the warmth of your mouth and the softness of your tongue. Can you take me all the way down and swallow my cum, Anna?? I asked.
?Master, I am so hot for you it’s just unbelievable. It would give me great satisfaction to give you pleasure, Sir.?
?It may be too early to call me Master just yet. But let’s get this show on the road, Anna!?
Anna hadn’t taken a cock in her mouth for a long time and it showed. But, I held her head and pumped into her to my own rhythm. She was very compliant to my efforts and she moaned while I pulled her nipples before I shot my load.
She did swallow my whole load and I had her spread her knees wide and look into my eyes. Then I told her to masturbate but hold off cumming until I gave her permission. I loved what I saw. And, she love what she was doing. I made her cum four times in a row realizing that each cum was a long lasting shivering experience for her.
At last I lifted her to her feet and with her hands by her sides, I wrapped my arms around her and gave her several mighty hugs, kissing her deeply and crushing her gorgeous tits harshly into me chest.
?Dr., you are squeezing all my juices out of my poor cunt. What will the neighbors think of me?? she said with a weak voice.
?My guess is that they will think you are a very lucky girl. Aren’t you?
?Yes, Sir, and I think I’m a very lucky girl too because I know I’m in love with you; madly in love. And, I want to be your sex slave, Sir. May I have your permission, Sir, to touch you right now, Sir.?
?Yes! You may touch me, girl, but don’t over play your hand.?
Anna, placed her left hand behind my head and her right hand around the small of my back and gave me the most passionate, loving, mouthwatering, sensuous, kiss I have ever had. I knew I was in deeply in love with her for sure at that very moment too.
Over the next two sessions I gave her homework; erotic challenges actually to test her submission to me and her love for me.
The first challenge was to shave her cunt completely and to keep it that way for ever. I asked her if her husband would notice and be suspicious. She said, he would never notice and if she even thought he might she could cover up quickly. She was actually thrilled at the prospect of pleasing me in this way.
At the beginning of the next session, she was eager to prove to me that she had complied with this order. And, she was as eager to suck my cock as I was for the relief.
The next challenge for her was to dress provocatively and go to an Adult Sex Shop to purchase a list of ‘toys’ and to write a report in her journal of that event.
Anna, wrote, ?This girl just returned from shopping. She purchased the following items: two butt plugs of different sizes, three sets of nipple clamps, a cock with balls, one black quarter cup demi under-wire bra, a black corset, a black ‘ribbed’ cincher, one penis gag, two different whips or crops, cinna lube, and a thick neck collar.
?This girl was humiliated by the experience. This girl just ran to her car, where she burst out crying. Yet, she was energized and wet. She doesn’t know when this girl can use these items with the good Dr. but, she is just wet as hell thinking about it.?
We had a great chat about hiding all those exciting toys and the anticipation of being able to use them in a Master/slave situation.
Anna, said that she would find time on her own to play with them so she would be the perfect slave, and a horny slut, when it came time for that.
And we talked about us and of the issues that faced us in the future as a couple. Complicated issues, not the least of which was that she was married to a very suspicious and powerful man who had enough influence to take her precious kids away from her. We could not let that happen.
I told Anna, that she seemed to be well on the road to recovery and that my private, professional, notes on her progress would show her step- by-step improvement.
We agreed that she should enlist the assistance of a well regarded divorce attorney immediately. We both would always maintain that our relationship was purely professional and that it had ended.
I haven’t heard from Anna since that last session.
I expect her attorney has told her to live a perfectly normal and circumspect life as Michael’s devoted wife. I’m sure he will tell her not to ?leave footprints? such as telephone or e-mail records to any man.
He will want her to keep complete notes, over a period of at least six months, on how she has tried to serve her husband sexually and how he typically ignored or rebuffed her. The idea being that she needed his love and that he did not fulfill normal duties of a husband in the bedroom. All that very uncomplimentary information would certainly give rise to suspicions of his man hood. And, with that material in the balance, her husband would surly be inclined to be accommodating and cooperative regarding custody of the boys when divorce papers are served.
My professional notes are clean as a whistle. If there was ever a court order to get them, they wouldn’t find a thing.
But, my cock aches each time I think of my beautiful Anna. It is difficult not knowing how dear Anna is doing. And, it is killing me to know when the field will be clear enough for her to make contact with me again.
Despite the short time we had together, I’m sure, she will never forget me just as I won’t ever forget her.
The End
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