Ruth's Therapy - S01 E49

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Ruth's Therapy - S01 E49

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 49

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The two women got dressed quickly. The Doctor's next patient was due at any minute. But she noted that Ruth had slipped her collar into her handbag.

"Moving on from therapy will be easier now you accept that you cannot be a faithful wife," pronounced the good Doctor. "You will be in demand for your submissive talents."

Ruth had to admit that she liked the sound of that. To be in demand, to serve others and provide sexual pleasure -- she knew that she was ready for this new life. Not that all doubts had been banished.

"The gangbang... will I be expected?..."

"Wait for Peter," counselled Robyn, raising a hand to gently silence those fears. "If you are ready for him to be your Master?"

Ruth could not help trembling at the thought. But that, of course, was exactly what she now hoped for. Would it be so bad if she was shared again with his friends?

"Good," said Robyn as she sat down behind her desk. "Meantime, I can make use of your experience with a few of my other patients."

Ruth was intensely curious. But she knew better than to ask for details. It was best simply to trust in the good Doctor.

"I assume," the Doctor went on, "that you still wish me to help your daughter-in-law?"

"Yes, Doctor. I think it would really help Jelena to have some of your special therapy. Not the same as mine, of course..."

"No, not the same. I can guess that she already wants to embrace her inner slut."

Ruth did not know what to say. Except that she was a little surprised to realise that so many other women seemingly craved a debauched sex life.

"And in return," explained Robyn, "you will help with therapy for others. Be here next Thursday, lunch time. A nice couple with a special request for the husband. I know you will find it easy."

Ruth blushed at hearing that. But her smile betrayed her willingness to do just what the Doctor ordered.

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Ruth felt strange and awkward as she waited in front of Peter. In truth, her conflicting emotions were almost harder to handle that first confession to Doctor Ruth. She was foolish, surely. The younger man already knew so much about her and her craving for sexual submission. Still, it felt like an audition. Unlike the other times, when he'd had her alone in the special apartment, now she was in his home -- a small townhouse in a less wealth area of the city.

And this was not therapy. Ruth was desperate to please and to be chosen.

"Why are you here?" he asked, almost as many words as he had ever spoken to her.

Peter was a rather good-looking young man. And younger than her. His sandy-coloured hair was almost boyish and helped frame a soft face with a nice smile. He kept his body in good shape although he was more lean than muscly. Ruth knew that he had more than enough physical power to take whatever he wanted. His height allowed Peter to almost tower over her as he stood so close, And, yet, Ruth knew it was not his physical attributes that had caused her to surrender to this man. Now she had to admit it aloud.

"To please you. To submit to you."

Ruth could scarcely believe that she was uttering such things. But such was the power of the naughty Doctor's therapy. Still, she was trembling at her own daring. But there was more.

"To give you my body," she mumbled. "Anything you want from me."

"Anything?" he wanted to know.

"My body. My cunt... my mouth..." Ruth knew there was more. "And my arsehole... please, Sir."

Peter enjoyed her nervous pleading. He knew Ruth's history -- and older, conservative women surely never spoke like that. Doctor Robyn had invited him to be part of the deviant therapy and Peter had been happy to satisfy his own dominant needs. But he could see that this woman had been transformed. And his cock stirred at hearing her desire to submit.

"Anything?" he asked again.

"Yes, anything. Everything you want. To share me with your friends. As your personal whore."

Ruth was shocked that she found it so easy to say that word. But she was as horny as she was ashamed -- and she wanted to be worthy of him. Peter approved of such dirty, sinful thoughts. Yes, David had taken her first. But he had his own thoughts about how to use this shapely, sexy older woman.

"A personal whore. Yes... maybe not to share..."

"Yes, Master," breathed Ruth, feeling confused. But she caught herself.

"Oh... I mean, Sir... please, may I call you Master?"

Peter's smile was all the answer that she needed. Master! And then she realised the meaning of his words. He was answering her pleas, telling her that he would decide what he did with her.

Ruth still had doubts -- could really be so low and debased as she imagined he would want? And Ruth could not forget she was a married woman. But his smile, his acceptance of her submission, banished such concerns. At least for the time being. Doctor Robyn had ensured that adultery and sin were now a part of her life. And, if she'd been able to think straight, Ruth would have realised that this moment seemed more glorious then when she'd received a proposal for marriage.

He would be her Master and she would submit fully to him. The sense of relief was overwhelming. The strange therapy had worked and heart lifted as her dream had come true.

Peter was oblivious to all that. A look, a simple wave of his hand, commanded Ruth to strip. She obeyed instantly, no longer anxious about how he might react to her body. The gang bang had finally convinced Ruth that she was physically attractive to men. In a flash, she was naked and kneeling before her new Master. Her excited breathing caused her tits to rise and fall in a most alluring manner.

"Your husband," he said firmly.