Ruth's Therapy - S01 E88

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Ruth's Therapy - S01 E88

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 88

Ruth dutifully continued her sucking. Of course she would clean him of very drop. It would not do to leave stains on the judge's expensive suit. Perhaps the judge agreed since he kept a hold of Ruth's head until his cock started to soften. She opened her mouth for the judge, showing how she'd received and swallowed his entire load.

"Well... hmmm... I should apologise... sometimes my therapy..."

"That was the best kind of therapy," she assured him with a grin. "Please don't apologise."

"I might have to pay the Doctor a little more for a whore like you."

Ruth thought that was sweet. She was proud to be an assistant in so much deviant therapy. As it happened, the judge had made the assignment more than enjoyable for her. It was always more satisfying to get a stomach-full of semen.

It took only moments to fix her dress so that no-one could guess what had transpired. She left the older man panting and looking stunned.

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The next assignment might have seemed a little disappointing. Ruth had hoped that the same two business partners of Ms Sanders would have requested her again. In truth, on that night she'd felt like a high-price escort -- except that she was provided free to the two men -- and that humiliation had excited her. It had been a frequent part of her masturbation thoughts ever since. Naturally, being used by two men at once was better than a single male. And they'd been insistent, if gentle, so that her secret, submissive self had helped her to orgasm many times that night. She'd been disappointed to realise there was to be no repeat.

Petra was unaware of all that. The beautiful assistant to the imposing Virginia Sanders had been more matter-of-fact when communicating to Ruth about her next assignment for the powerful lawyer. Time and place were simple enough -- Ruth would easily make an excuse to her husband. She was ordered to purchase new sexy lingerie. Ms Sanders' account would be accessible for her. Ruth did not think much of the command to wear red, since that was not her colour, but of course she would obey.

"Thank you," she said to Petra, somehow feeling submissive even to the sexy PA.

"No need," giggled the blonde woman over the phone. "Ms Sanders is giving me a night with her slave boy."

Ruth could hardly have forgotten that young man. And his prodigious penis. Petra was a very lucky employee if she was to play with that massive log. Ruth had guessed she'd never get the chance -- the point of Ms Sanders showing-off her male slave had been to reinforce that she was more powerful than the submissive Ruth.

The new assignment was also about power. Feeling nervous, as always, Ruth had assumed that she and some new business partner would share dinner in an expensive restaurant, getting to know one another. Instead, the arrangement was to meet this man in his expensive hotel suite. Once more, Ruth felt like a call-girl rather than a classy, older woman with needs. It was humiliating and she reminded herself that such depravity was part of her new life. The thought of being used by a stranger was always exciting. She focused her thoughts on what might be expected of her. So long as this man planned to use and abuse her.

At the suite, she found an older man -- looking wealthy and very distinguished in an expensive, tailored suit. Seemingly a man of few words, he at least smiled as he showed her inside. The glass of expensive wine he offered perhaps was intended to help with her nerves. Ruth was relieved that she had chosen a classy dress, not something that screamed "slut" to the room. And she knew this was not like the judge -- no need to be too forward and go to her knees without instructions.

"I am pleased you are here," he said softly.

He was a little shorter than Ruth, which surprised her for some reason. Not much to look at really. Greying hair and not very attractive. He could have been an associate of her husband. Though Ruth knew he was a wealthy and important business leader from out of town. And surely a sexual deviant of some kind.

"It was very nice to be asked," she replied with a smile that ignored the fact she'd been ordered.

Had the order come from Doctor Robyn or from Virginia Sanders? Ruth no longer was sure. The only definite thing was that this was all part of the special, deviant therapy she'd agreed to partake in. It was therapy that had made her into a submissive slut who could be made available to fulfill the sexual desires of rich business executive. Her cunt was throbbing with anticipation.

"You can refer to me as Sir. And then you can remove your dress."

"Yes. Sir."

It wasn't the use of his title that thrilled Ruth. She had her own younger man that she casually called "Master". The older stranger had an air that made it exciting to have such formality. He was letting her know that he was in charge in every way. Slowly, she removed her dress to reveal the red lingerie. A skimpy bra with holes that allowed her erect nipples to be displayed for him. Stockings and a suspender belt that looked so bright against her pale skin. A tiny G-string that Ruth guessed was already damp.

She forgot all about her normal life as the older man admired her near naked form. Her sole focus was on submitting to and pleasing this man. Because that was what her therapy required. And because being used for his pleasure was all that mattered then. She tried not to smile as his eyes showed his delight at her shapely body. But she could not stop her panting as he ran his fingers over her exposed nipples. The gentle hefting of her firm DD-cup breasts. His hand running around her waist and down to her tight arse, gently squeezing her bare bum with satisfaction at what Virginia Sanders had sent him.