Ruth's Therapy - S01 E02

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Ruth's Therapy - S01 E02

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Seven days later, Ruth was back with the signed papers. Before she even sat, the doctor ordered her to remove her dress and her underpants.

Clad only in a bra, the somewhat bewildered patient sat in one of the large leather chairs Robyn used for her office.

Ruth could see for herself that the Doctor was an attractive woman. She was around the same age, shorter and with a shock of blonde hair. Her sweet face sat above small, perky breasts. There was a little middle-aged spread but her bottom was generous in a way that some men preferred. But the Doctor was being business-like.

"How did you go, with masturbation every day?" asked Robyn.

Ruth had to admit she'd failed -- feeling too self-conscious on two occasions and not being able to find privacy on another day. What was even more pathetic was that the patient had failed utterly to give herself a climax.

"I'm sorry, Doctor," Ruth said bitterly. "I know I signed that agreement. And I do want you to help me. I know I have disappointed you."

Robyn knew just how to use this to her advantage.

"You like the idea of me being in control of your therapy? You like the idea of pleasing me?" When Ruth nodded her concurrence, Robyn went on. "You have a sexual fantasy. We need the therapy to have a sexual element to it."

Ruth nodded again, not really understanding.

"And you need to obey me and do everything I say. Without question. Understand?"

This time there was no doubt that Ruth understood the import of what she was hearing.

"Good," said Robyn, softening her tone. "Now please put your legs wide apart, over the arms of your chair."

Ruth looked startled but, slowly, she moved to comply. It seemed unnecessary but, then, who was she to question the helpful Doctor?

"Better," was the response from the dirty Doctor, stealing a glance at the other woman's cunt. "Since you failed to complete the first part of your therapy, you can masturbate for me now - in this office."

Ruth looked more shocked than ever. How could she ever do such a thing? But the look on the doctor's face left no doubt. Ruth lived in terror of disappointing other people. It was easier to obey than to risk making someone unhappy. And the paper she'd signed for the doctor was an absolute promise to obey. Slowly, wishing the earth would swallow her right there and then, Ruth began to touch herself in front of another person for the first time in her life.

"Good. Now, lets discuss your fantasies. Tell me how they start. Where are you? Where do these other men come from?"

Ruth realized it was easier to discuss her perverted imaginings than to think about the fact she was masturbating for an audience.

"They just appear. Big men, strong... I am always somewhere alone. Lost -- in a forest or on an island. Like that Tom Hanks movie. There's always a group of men. Sometimes they chase me, hunt me. Somehow, they hold me down. I don't know how, but they make me afraid they will hurt me."

Robyn was already taking notes.

"Is that how it always happens?"

"Not always. Other times, I feel like I am in a big cage or something like a dungeon. The men are there. And I am trapped. And they get around me and then..."

Robyn smiled at the progress her new patient was making.

"I see. And you feel like you have no control? You feel like the men will make you do things? You like the idea they will make you do things?"

It was obvious that Ruth was getting aroused as she discussed her darkest fantasies.

"Its like I am kept by them. So they can make me do these things. It just seems natural... for me to be their plaything."

Robyn had anticipated this moment. She walked around her desk to her patient and handed a picture to Ruth. It showed a handsome man with an incredible physique. More to the point, he sported an impossibly large cock.

"Like this man?" she asked. Ruth could only nod silently. "Just look at the picture now. Do as I say and don't take your eyes off him until I say."

It was a firm order and it worked.

"Keep rubbing," said Robyn sternly. "Keep looking at the man and his penis."

The patient looked quite sexy in that position. Her long, brown hair could not teach as far as he large, pink nipples. She was trying to hide her breasts which, instead, pushed them together slightly and accentuated their fulsome size. Her legs were shapely, especially when draped over the arms of the chair. Ruth was compliant, continuing to rub her cunt.

The therapist reached down and gently placed her forefinger on the other woman's clit. Ruth wanted to protest but she didn't dare. And the Doctor's touch was somehow making her feel even more turned-on. Ruth had not realised that the good Doctor was a lesbian who was very skilled at stimulating women and their cunts.

"I don't understand, Doctor," she murmured, but didn't dare take her eyes off the picture.

Robyn carefully stroked and flicked her clitoris and Ruth, feeling very much out of control, began to panic. But the Doctor ordered her to continue.

"Trust me. This is helping you already," she purred to her patient.

Ruth felt the unfamiliar pressure inside her, swelling through her groin and up through her chest. She might climax if the Doctor did not stop. But she was being ordered to continue. And it had been so long since she'd really felt a true release. Nor did she wish to disappoint the nice Doctor.

"Let it go," purred the Doctor. "Stop resisting and let yourself cum for me."

Suddenly, Ruth forgot her confusion and her embarrassment as the dam wall burst and she had her first orgasm in months. Overwhelmed by need and the fabulous touch of the Doctor's finger, she moaned as a terrific climax rush through her body. She was left panting and confused as the Doctor resumed her seat.

"I'm very sorry, Doctor," said Ruth, ashamed that she had climaxed in the Doctor's office. "How embarrassing."

"There is no need to apologise. Its all part of your therapy. I wanted you to cum. That's the important thing. You obeyed me and you pleased me."

It was obvious that Ruth took comfort from that in spite of her shame. Obedience was important to her. Pleasing others was an important, also -- at least when it came to sexual fulfilment. But the session was over and Ruth was permitted to put her clothes back on.

"Please make sure you masturbate every day this week," she instructed Ruth. And received a nod of agreement. "And I'd like you to achieve orgasm each time."

As soon as the patient had left Robyn made some calls. One was to her good friend and collaborator, Cynthia. The others were close colleagues, a couple she knew who shared the thrill of perverted sex. They owned a large country house that would be perfect.

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For the next session, Robyn decided she could push things a little faster. Ruth was already responding well and it seemed certain she would be able to follow even the extreme therapy Robyn had planned. Only a few of her colleagues knew that Robyn was passionate about kinky, perverted sex and, what was more, that she liked to incorporate that passion into the treatment she developed for some of her special patients. These were treatments that would need to remain confidential -- despite their success and the gratitude of her patients. The pay-off was that Robyn and her friends got the opportunity to indulge their own dirty desires.

Ruth was ready to begin, sitting totally naked this time with her legs draped over the arms of the leather chair. At the command of the good Doctor, she lowered one hand to her cunt and started slowly stroking herself.

"I trust you followed my orders this week? About masturbation."

"Yes, Doctor. I did it once every day. I thought about last week ...and that picture."

There was shame on Ruth's face but she somehow had been convinced that Doctor Robyn knew the secrets of a cure for her depraved mind

"That's good. Very good. Now let's continue. I want you to describe for me what you see when these men surround you. What is happening to you in these fantasies?"

Ruth tried again to describe the scenery but that wasn't the main part of the fantasies.

"I always seem to be on my hands and knees. And they are all around me. And I can see their things ...their penises. They always look big, much bigger than a normal man, I think."

Robyn nodded, trying to appear thoughtful. In reality, her mind was spinning the next stage of her plan. Under more questioning, Ruth admitted that her fantasies included touching the men, stroking their cocks.

"It just feels like I need to please them. So they won't hurt me. I see their things. Then I touch them and stroke them. They always feel so hard and so hot in my hand. But if I don't touch them then they get angry and I feel like they will hurt me."

Gently, Robyn encouraged Ruth to admit that she usually ended up licking one or more of the men and their erect cocks. She was crying again but Robyn spoke to her softly.

"Remember that I told you fantasies are healthy and normal. There's no need for shame or for crying."

"But I enjoy that part," Ruth confessed as she wiped away her tears. "I enjoy being forced to touch them and calm them down. In my mind I want to please them sexually."

Robyn tried again to reassure her patient -- after all, submission and the desire to please seemed an important part of Ruth's make-up.

"And I imagine them licking me as well. On my hands and knees... they lick ...my sex ...and my other..."

Robyn knew it was time to intervene. Here was a woman who rarely used her mouth to pleasure her husband but had ideas of stroking one or more large cocks to completion. Therapy was going to be interesting with this one.