Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 7
************************
In the Doctor's office again, Ruth was reluctant to disrobe.
"I don't think this is working for me Doctor," she tried to explain.
Robyn wanted to know why.
"Well, it's the therapy. I am sure you know what you are doing. But ...well... its not making me better."
"I told you that this is not about a cure," replied the Doctor.
"But all these things ...making me do things. Its disgusting. And Cynthia ...she was disgusting and she made me do the most terrible things."
Robyn allowed a long pause.
"But I heard that you enjoyed your session with Cynthia," said the Doctor quietly. "Enjoyed it very much. I believe that's the first time you've ever experienced multiple orgasms."
Ruth could not deny that. The stimulation had been explosive. And she was finding the same with masturbation -- it was getting so much more pleasurable. Ruth had long tried to avoid self-play. There was no substitute for the pleasure she gained - certainly not from her husband -- but she still believed it must be wrong. Sexual pleasure was something to be given by her husband. Until now. And the good Doctor could read the older woman's thoughts.
"You were happy to follow orders when I told you to start masturbating regularly. You were happy when I told you to use a vibrator on your ...cunt! Admit it, you enjoy being obedient and you enjoy making others happy."
"She made me pee, while she was watching. It was disgusting and horrible. Urinating in public."
"But you did it," said the Doctor, gently. "Cynthia gave you an order and you obeyed. And afterwards it made you feel good, didn't it?"
"No. How could it?"
That was a lie. Ruth knew that her shame was written across her face. And Doctor Robyn was in no mood for mercy.
"Cynthia ordered you to do those things and it gave you pleasure. And when she touched you, it was even more enjoyable. You had several orgasms and you loved it."
Ruth still could not believe that she'd been made to do such perverted, disgusting things. Nor could admit that she might have enjoyed the experience. Instead, she played her final card.
"I'm not a lesbian, Doctor. I am a married woman. These things are ...dirty. Its just wrong!"
Robyn took a sterner tone now. The older woman needed to focus on what was important -- which the good Doctor judged was all about making her "patient" sink further into depravity.
"The therapy is unconventional. But your case is unconventional." She let that sink in before going on. "I told you that these are sexual thoughts, that you need a sexual response to them. There is no cure and until you accept what you are then these thoughts will torture you."
Robyn might have been making this up but she knew how to sound convincing.
"You and I both know why you have these thoughts of yours. Why you have thoughts of sex other men. Its not even sex -- its about you being obedient and submissive to those men and letting them use you. Isn't it?"
Ruth sniffed a little, trying to hold back her tears. Robyn repeated herself.
"You enjoy being submissive. You enjoy obeying others and doing things to please them. Even things that might considered degrading or disgusting. And that's part of the reason why you took so many orgasms from Cynthia when she fingered you."
It didn't occur to Ruth to ask how Robyn knew so much about the session with the younger, Chinese woman.
"We can end the therapy if that is your decision," the Doctor went on. "But you don't have an illness, something to be cured. You have very strong needs. There's the part of Ruth that's 'proper' and allows her husband to set the rules. But you've found another part of Ruth and that part needs something much more extreme in order to be satisfied."
Robyn was freelancing now. But she knew she was close to the mark. It was just a matter of making Ruth see what she truly was.
For her part Ruth had no answer. In her own mind she tried to ignore the logic of what she was hearing. She knew, though, that her fantasies were getting stronger. It had been worse since meeting Cynthia. When masturbating, her orgasms had been more intense.
"But Doctor," she almost wailed, "why am I being treated so badly? Why is the therapy so extreme? Its degrading and it makes me feel so dirty."
"Because you enjoy it," came the gentle reply. "It makes you feel good, happier. Nothing can be so disgusting when you enjoy it. Don't you agree?"
Ruth knew it was true but she could not bring herself to say it out loud.
"What do you want to do?" came the question.
Ruth looked on with a kind of horror as the good Doctor produced a leather collar and placed it in the middle of her desk.
"Do we go on or not?"
Ruth stared at the collar -- the same collar that Cynthia had used. It was beautiful and repulsive at the same time. She knew what it meant. The Doctor was presenting it as a choice. Ruth knew it was no such thing.
"That's it isn't it? You're going to force me to have sex with strangers," she whispered
Robyn paused again.
"I can't promise you will experience your fantasies for real," replied the good Doctor. "But that collar will tell me that you are ready for more therapy."
Ruth fought herself, wanting to reject the offer and run from the office. But she could not do it. Everything Doctor Robyn had said was true -- the middle-aged wife and mother had a yearning to be used and abused and to submit to the most filthy, unspeakable things. Ruth had tried to deny it but now there was a collar on the desk and she was being given a choice. Ruth wanted to do something about her fantasies. She wanted to be happy. She wanted to feel more orgasms like she had had the previous week.
Robyn had decided it was time to stop Ruth pretending she was "good" and "wholesome" - she had a cunt and she was a slut and there was no point in pretending otherwise.
The "patient" slowly reached for the collar and placed it around her neck. It had pleased Cynthia to see her wear that first collar. Strangely, the idea of this collar from the Doctor seemed somehow more comfortable. Her hands were trembling and she just knew that this was a point of no return.
"Masturbate for me," came the soft command from the doctor. "Open your cunt lips and show me while you play with yourself."
************************
In the Doctor's office again, Ruth was reluctant to disrobe.
"I don't think this is working for me Doctor," she tried to explain.
Robyn wanted to know why.
"Well, it's the therapy. I am sure you know what you are doing. But ...well... its not making me better."
"I told you that this is not about a cure," replied the Doctor.
"But all these things ...making me do things. Its disgusting. And Cynthia ...she was disgusting and she made me do the most terrible things."
Robyn allowed a long pause.
"But I heard that you enjoyed your session with Cynthia," said the Doctor quietly. "Enjoyed it very much. I believe that's the first time you've ever experienced multiple orgasms."
Ruth could not deny that. The stimulation had been explosive. And she was finding the same with masturbation -- it was getting so much more pleasurable. Ruth had long tried to avoid self-play. There was no substitute for the pleasure she gained - certainly not from her husband -- but she still believed it must be wrong. Sexual pleasure was something to be given by her husband. Until now. And the good Doctor could read the older woman's thoughts.
"You were happy to follow orders when I told you to start masturbating regularly. You were happy when I told you to use a vibrator on your ...cunt! Admit it, you enjoy being obedient and you enjoy making others happy."
"She made me pee, while she was watching. It was disgusting and horrible. Urinating in public."
"But you did it," said the Doctor, gently. "Cynthia gave you an order and you obeyed. And afterwards it made you feel good, didn't it?"
"No. How could it?"
That was a lie. Ruth knew that her shame was written across her face. And Doctor Robyn was in no mood for mercy.
"Cynthia ordered you to do those things and it gave you pleasure. And when she touched you, it was even more enjoyable. You had several orgasms and you loved it."
Ruth still could not believe that she'd been made to do such perverted, disgusting things. Nor could admit that she might have enjoyed the experience. Instead, she played her final card.
"I'm not a lesbian, Doctor. I am a married woman. These things are ...dirty. Its just wrong!"
Robyn took a sterner tone now. The older woman needed to focus on what was important -- which the good Doctor judged was all about making her "patient" sink further into depravity.
"The therapy is unconventional. But your case is unconventional." She let that sink in before going on. "I told you that these are sexual thoughts, that you need a sexual response to them. There is no cure and until you accept what you are then these thoughts will torture you."
Robyn might have been making this up but she knew how to sound convincing.
"You and I both know why you have these thoughts of yours. Why you have thoughts of sex other men. Its not even sex -- its about you being obedient and submissive to those men and letting them use you. Isn't it?"
Ruth sniffed a little, trying to hold back her tears. Robyn repeated herself.
"You enjoy being submissive. You enjoy obeying others and doing things to please them. Even things that might considered degrading or disgusting. And that's part of the reason why you took so many orgasms from Cynthia when she fingered you."
It didn't occur to Ruth to ask how Robyn knew so much about the session with the younger, Chinese woman.
"We can end the therapy if that is your decision," the Doctor went on. "But you don't have an illness, something to be cured. You have very strong needs. There's the part of Ruth that's 'proper' and allows her husband to set the rules. But you've found another part of Ruth and that part needs something much more extreme in order to be satisfied."
Robyn was freelancing now. But she knew she was close to the mark. It was just a matter of making Ruth see what she truly was.
For her part Ruth had no answer. In her own mind she tried to ignore the logic of what she was hearing. She knew, though, that her fantasies were getting stronger. It had been worse since meeting Cynthia. When masturbating, her orgasms had been more intense.
"But Doctor," she almost wailed, "why am I being treated so badly? Why is the therapy so extreme? Its degrading and it makes me feel so dirty."
"Because you enjoy it," came the gentle reply. "It makes you feel good, happier. Nothing can be so disgusting when you enjoy it. Don't you agree?"
Ruth knew it was true but she could not bring herself to say it out loud.
"What do you want to do?" came the question.
Ruth looked on with a kind of horror as the good Doctor produced a leather collar and placed it in the middle of her desk.
"Do we go on or not?"
Ruth stared at the collar -- the same collar that Cynthia had used. It was beautiful and repulsive at the same time. She knew what it meant. The Doctor was presenting it as a choice. Ruth knew it was no such thing.
"That's it isn't it? You're going to force me to have sex with strangers," she whispered
Robyn paused again.
"I can't promise you will experience your fantasies for real," replied the good Doctor. "But that collar will tell me that you are ready for more therapy."
Ruth fought herself, wanting to reject the offer and run from the office. But she could not do it. Everything Doctor Robyn had said was true -- the middle-aged wife and mother had a yearning to be used and abused and to submit to the most filthy, unspeakable things. Ruth had tried to deny it but now there was a collar on the desk and she was being given a choice. Ruth wanted to do something about her fantasies. She wanted to be happy. She wanted to feel more orgasms like she had had the previous week.
Robyn had decided it was time to stop Ruth pretending she was "good" and "wholesome" - she had a cunt and she was a slut and there was no point in pretending otherwise.
The "patient" slowly reached for the collar and placed it around her neck. It had pleased Cynthia to see her wear that first collar. Strangely, the idea of this collar from the Doctor seemed somehow more comfortable. Her hands were trembling and she just knew that this was a point of no return.
"Masturbate for me," came the soft command from the doctor. "Open your cunt lips and show me while you play with yourself."
{{comment.anon_name ?? comment.full_name}}
{{timeAgo(comment.date_added)}}
{{comment.body}}
{{subComment.anon_name ?? subComment.full_name}}
{{timeAgo(subComment.date_added)}}
{{subComment.body}}