Ruth's Therapy - S01 E99

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Ruth's Therapy - S01 E99

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 99

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Ruth knew that the therapy worked. And she knew that having a big cock outside her marriage could help a woman to be more content with her life. Ruth did not love her husband less because she'd been fucked by men with massive cocks. And the sex at home was more enjoyable -- now that she had introduced a little more adventure into the bedroom. She knew, too, that her daughter-in-law was only happier with her husband, Ruth's son, since she'd been to see Doctor Robyn.

"You're smiling more these days," Ruth had commented to Elena.

"We made some changes in the marriage," came the vague response. "A new perspective for us both."

"Did the counsellor help? Doctor Robyn?"

Elena would have been relieved to tell her mother-in-law about her new sex life. That the deviant Doctor had prescribed more adventurous sex as a remedy for her previous problems with her husband. And that her husband was thrilled by the results of his wife having regular sex with other men -- men with massive dicks.

"We're trying some different things," was all that Elena could say.

"I notice that you have regular nights out of the house. With girlfriends?"

"No need for worry," said Elena cagily. "Your son is quite happy that I'm getting a larger perspective on a regular basis."

Ruth could guess the meaning in what Elena had said. She knew Doctor Robyn well enough.

"Oh... oh, I see... yes... the therapy..."

"Sometimes a woman needs... I guess... bigger horizons..." mumbled Elena.

"Oh... yes, I see..." said Ruth, almost wishing she'd not asked. "I'm sure its for the best... something bigger..."

"Or things," let out Elena. "More than one..."

"Oh... ummmm... yes... well, therapy I suppose..." was all that Ruth could say.

Suddenly the older woman had been filled with a burning curiosity. But she could not ask Elena. It was bad enough that she now knew the deviant Doctor had prescribed for her daughter-in-law regular threesomes with other men. Elena had gathered her things and, blushing furiously, fled from the room.

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"Seeing your Master... the way he takes charge of you..." said Deepana, wishing to ignore the invitation from Ruth.

"It's like I've told you before. I need to be forced... used... its always more satisfying..." she tried to explain. "Being used like a dirty slut."

"Is it always like that? I mean... your therapy?"

"Peter can do what he likes to me."

"Oh, my god."

"He is my Master now. Other men... I submit sometimes. Not all the men are like Master. But they all know they can use me sexually."

"But when you submit to me... call me Mistress," Deepana wanted to know. "Does that feel degrading? Is that your therapy?"

"I am a happily married, respectable woman in the best part of the city," Ruth tried to explain. "Doctor Robyn showed me that being degraded and used as a slut is just as important to making me happy."

"Yes... I understand. Truly. I am good wife and mother. But I need this, too."

"I was so messed up. But Doctor Robyn knew what to do. She knew that I needed some new things... bigger things..." she said with a grin.

It was the same truth that Elena had shared with her mother-in-law. And the best way Ruth knew to explain her change. Deepana was not sure she understood but she was nodding, her eyes afire with lust. Lesbian sex with a submissive white woman was something she'd never expected. But what little she knew of Ruth's sex life -- her therapy -- had been an inspiration.

"But big dicks... your Master... that huge thing in your bottom," breathed Deepana. "What else? Does he hit you?"

"You mean spanking? Yes, sometimes... not as much as he could," came the careful confession. "Another Master might be different."

"Is it?... I mean... do you like it?"

"Of course," replied Ruth. She could sense that the other woman was aroused by the thought. And Ruth herself was turned-on by Deepana's wish to explore further. "When I am forced... when the other person enjoys it... its part of what I need."

"What if... what if I whipped you?"

Deepana was so nervous she could barely get her question out. Ruth was only a little surprised. After all, she had encouraged Deepana to explore as much as she'd wanted. There was something exciting and wicked about submitting to another woman. Her cunt was starting to melt.

"Its all part of my therapy," Ruth answered, trying to keep her voice calm. "I can't say no to my Mistress."

"I love it when you call me that."

With obvious glee, the brown-skinned woman reached under her marital bed and retrieved a short, purple riding crop. Ruth recognised it straight away -- it was shorter than the one that Cynthia had used on her, in that long ago, early therapy. This one did not look as bendy but it had the same type of black leather keeper. Ruth knew straight away what to expect. This time, however, she was curious rather than afraid.

"Seeing your Master," Deepana was gushing, "Made me decide to try it."

"Mistress," said Ruth quietly. "Please whip me."

Deepana was surprised to hear those words. How could a woman want that? But she knew that Ruth was genuine. And it was the response Deepana had been craving.

"Yes, you white bitch. I want to whip you."

Ruth smiled as she undressed. It was natural now, if still arousing, to strip off in front of the darker-skinned woman. Her large breasts swung deliciously. But it was her pale bottom and generous flanks that would be the target of the crop. Overcome with excitement, Deepana lifted her own skirt as Ruth sank to her knees. Aware of her growing confidence, the smaller woman grabbed Ruth's head and pressed her face against her hairy mound.

"You are a good slave for your Mistress," Deepana moaned with delight.

"I want to please you," replied Ruth.

Deepana responded by parting her thighs to let Ruth nuzzle into her long labia and thick clitoris. Her wetness grew as the white slut teased with her tongue. And she knew that Ruth was just as excited, just as wet.

"Such a dirty girl," Deepana moaned.

"I love being dirty and submissive for my Mistress."

There had been a time when neither woman would have contemplated such a scene. Deepana had long been curious but had resisted for fear of cheating on her loving husband. Reluctant at first, Ruth had embraced the deviant therapy that gave her everything her sweet husband could never provide. Those men would never imagine their wives like this. And the dirty secrets the women shared only intensified their illicit play.

"Lick my slit, white slut," groaned Deepana with real need.

Ruth had never been curious about lesbian sex but her desire to please had led her to the joy of eating pussy. She liked the taste and the smell - especially from her Mistress. There was much to enjoy from being degraded by Deepana. And Ruth glimpsed the purple crop now twirling in the hand of the dark-skinned woman.

"I'm yours to use, Mistress," she mumbled as she lapped at the wet snatch.

"Can I whip you? Are you sure?..."

The white woman responded by gently sucking the distended clitoris of her dark-skinned lover. Ruth considered herself still inexperienced with women. She knew well enough, though, that making Deepana more horny would overcome her reticence at using the crop. Flicking her tongue over that fleshy nub, Ruth heard the exciting sounds of her Mistress' pleasure.

"I think... its time to punish this dirty girl," groaned Deepana.

After her therapy, and her porn watching, Ruth knew just what to do. Rising slowly she placed herself at the foot of the bed. Legs apart, she leaned her torso forward, big tits hanging down. Her shapely legs and bottom thus were presented to the eager Deepana. The taut pale skin proving an inviting target.

"What about marks?" Deepana asked nervously.

"The crop is a wise choice, Mistress," replied Ruth as she wiggled her tushy. "The marks will fade."

Deepana knew she was breathing hard as she drew back her arm. She'd never thought of herself as cruel. But the thrill of making a woman submit like this was too great to resist. Unskilled, cautious, she slapped the end of the crop against Ruth's pale arse cheeks. The sound was pleasing but the effect was disappointing.

"Strike me, Mistress," urged the white woman. "Please, don't feel bad."

The next blow was much harder -- the sound more satisfying. Deepana saw the faint pink stripe it left across the pale skin. And she realised that Ruth had neither flinched nor made a sound. Again, she lifted the crop and slapped hard against the pale flesh.

"Yes, Mistress. Please make me yours."

Deepana struck Ruth again, on her bum, and then again. And then another two, harder strokes. The sounds were delightful. Even better was the quiet submission of the white bitch who was so willing to take the pain.

"Does it hurt?" Deepana needed to know. "Is it OK?"

"Please whip me. Make me your white bitch."

Deepana had never heard anyone speak like that. Not even her kinky white lover. But Ruth seemed so eager.

"I love this," she cried out. "I want to whip you so bad."

Deepana lashed the white woman again - harder this time. The gold chain around her dark waist flashed in the light as she moved her arm. The room was filled with the sound of the slapping leather tip. Another powerful blow followed, the noise a delight to Deepana's ears. As were the lovely pink marks that faded so quickly. That lovely, big white bottom was so perfect for the crop. But she moved lower now, slashing twice across the back of those toned white thighs.

"Urrghh..." came the faint sound from the motionless Ruth.

"Ohhh... that looks so good."

"Don't stop," gasped Ruth. "Whip me more.".

Thrilled by her own wickedness, the dark-skinned novice was unsure of what to do. She knew she'd hurt Ruth. But after all that was what she'd fantasised. Deepana felt a huge rush from wielding the crop in such a cruel fashion. And the white woman stayed in position, bent forward over the bed and her flesh on offer. Deepana thought to provide some relief and ran a single finger through Ruth's swollen folds. It was a surprise to find that Ruth was wet -- her cunt already oozing her arousal as she received the beating.

"Oh my god... you are turned on..."

Astonished, but reassured, Deepana lashed her submissive again and again. The lovely pink marks across the back of those married, demure thighs were captivating. And somehow Deepana found the subtle sounds of pain from Ruth very exciting. A half dozen blows across the back of those legs was followed with a volley of whipping of the generous, white arse..

"Unggghhh... unnnghhh..." came the quiet gasp from Ruth each time.