Ruth's Therapy - S01 E63

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Ruth's Therapy - S01 E63

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 63

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Resting after another round of frenzied lesbian sex, Ruth found herself enjoying the languid peace. She found Deepana's soft, brown skin fascinating. And delightful to the touch. Losing her inhibitions -- thanks to therapy -- had been the greatest change in Ruth's life. Even adultery seemed less of a sin when she could enjoy another body, to explore and experience what others had to give. Ruth was idly playing with the gold chain around Deepana's waist when her lover stirred, needing to use the toilet.

Ruth made to follow but Deepana was having none of it. After the discussion about Master Peter, she was adamant that she would not urinate on her lesbian lover.

"I don't expect you to," countered Ruth. "But you make me your sex slave, too. And I thought you'd like me to lick you clean."

The truth was that Deepana was as fascinated as she was repelled by Ruth's experiences. She did not understand the need to submit, to be made filthy. But her own dominant streak was obvious enough. Body trembling at the chance to degrade her lesbian playmate, her grin signaled that Ruth should follow her. The surge of her dirty desires enabled her to urinate even with the face of the kneeling white woman only inches from her snatch. With only a few drops remaining, Deepana shuffled forward, bringing her cunt right to the other woman's mouth. And she moaned with delight and amazement as Ruth gently, thoroughly, licked her clean.

"Now I have another gift for you," announced Ruth.

Quickly back in bed, she presented a wrapped package to her friend. It contained a small vibrator. Deepana saw instantly that it was a size that could be hidden from her husband. And it was quiet when Ruth started it buzzing.

"If you tell me to," said Ruth with a wicked grin. "I'll fuck your pussy with this. And then your black butt."

Deepana had no hesitation in spreading her plump, dark thighs. She cried in delirium as the other dirty bitch nibbled on her clit while thrusting and twisting the buzzing toy inside her snatch. Almost exhausted, ready to pause, she soon was shrieking with delight while her friend used the buzzing, humming object to ream her hairy shit hole. A dutiful lover, Deepana would conclude later, was worth her weight in gold.

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Mr Burns was an older man. Not quite distinguished looking but clearly wealthy, with an air of someone who knew secrets. Ruth had little idea of what to expect but, then, she had approached this meeting as just another part of her therapy. The Doctor, after all, had been insistent. And Mr Burns had been expecting her email. He ushered her into this spacious house with a knowing look.

"You will call me Mr Burns," he said in a serious tone. "You are a patient of Doctor Robyn and you will respect everything that happens here. Just as you would her office."

Ruth nodded and didn't bother trying to smile. She was not entirely sure why she was there. It seemed that this man was not a natural dominant but that hardly mattered.

The good Doctor had mentioned guilt and atonement. And Ruth was sure that Mr Burns had already agreed to whatever Robyn had suggested.

The man was tall and wiry. Ruth thought him plain to look at and did not approve of his greying beard. But she owed him nothing other than compliance.

"Skirt off," Mr Burns ordered.

Ruth obeyed silently. She had no objection to standing half naked in front of a man she'd just met. Displaying her naked body was easy now. She was not bothered in the least by showing her toned thighs and her bare bottom, framed nicely by expensive stockings and a skimpy G-string. Not that Mr Burns was overly interested in her looks -- bare buttocks were a path to a much darker pleasure.

He sat now, leaving Ruth standing awkwardly and too afraid to ask what was in store for her. Drawing out the truth was one of most delicious parts of these encounters.

"You are a high-class woman," he said." With good looks still. I imagine you're married. So why would you need my help?"

"My... my therapy, Mr Burns... Doctor Robyn is brilliant. But... being married..."

"Tell me everything," he said firmly.

Ruth explained her original sin -- those dreams -- and then, feeling deeply embarrassed, described her therapy. In particular, her submission to David, being fucked in the open air, the gang-bang and -- most importantly -- her new submission to Master Peter. A little prodding from Mr Burns brought details of facials, anal penetration and other degrading sex play that served a dark inner need. She did her best to stress that she had only followed the advice and the therapy prescribed by the wicked Doctor Robyn.

"You became an adulterer," he said plainly. "For your own benefit, you became a slut. Available to men. To be used."

"It was just therapy," she protested. "But now..."

"The Doctor's therapy is very effective."

"At first it was disgusting. So wrong. But I learned..."

"I like to hurt women," he said plainly. "It is a curse. But, like you, I found the talents of Doctor Robyn to be my salvation. I learned how to use my skills for the good of others -- like yourself."

Ruth looked at him once more, a little surprised by his confidence. She was wondering what might provide atonement when Mr Burns rose to open an old, large suitcase. To her shock, Rut saw that it contained implements that were only intended to cause pain. There were whips of different types, paddles of smooth leather and another adorned with metal studs. Ruth was especially concerned about the canes -- two thick ones and couple of very evil looking thin versions.

"Don't be afraid," he told her. "This is part of your therapy, too."

What Ruth did not know was that Robyn had chosen Mr Burns for her own wicked reasons. Despite the confidence of her patient. Robyn needed to be sure that Ruth truly could leave her old self behind There must be no outpouring of guilt, no tearful confessions to her husband. For then there was a terrible risk that Robyn's practices would be exposed.

"So you have become a promiscuous woman," he went on. "Thrown away your marriage vows to become a jezebel."

Ruth's head dropped in shame. That was the rub of the whole thing. She cheated on her husband for her own sinful pleasures. Becoming a woman her husband would never recognise.

"My husband... I wish I could..." said Ruth in anguish.

"You are a married woman, But you give your body to your Master. For him to do all manner of dirty and vile things."

"I need my Master," Ruth tried to explain. "He makes me so happy. But my husband could never... do those things..."

"You won't stop with your Master. So the guilt about your husband will get stronger."

"Yes... I suppose so..."

"Until you betray yourself to him."

Ruth gave him a look of horror. That was the worst thing she could imagine. That she might give herself away. Or that her husband might guess -- or even suspect. She, too, was concerned about keeping the secrets of her sexual lifestyle. How to stay safe by suppressing her guilt.

Mr Burns understood all of this. Seated once more, he took Ruth's hand and roughly pulled her down and across his lap. She felt foolish and a little humiliated. The position seemed ridiculous, as if she were an errant child. But she did not argue, head hanging down and her hands braced against the floor. Mr Burns noted her shapely body and approved. The bare cunt lips were something else but he had little interest -- they simply proved the bitch was an eager fornicator. He was much more interested in the pert, rounded buttocks. They would be perfect for this first session.