Open Secrets, Open Hearts (Closed)

[SexyChele]

OOC: Sorry, but this is a closed thread between Morwen and SexyChele. We do invite you to read along, and all comments are welcome through PM. Thank you, and we hope you enjoy!

IC:
Christine Miller pulled the file from her desk drawer and looked at the notes inside. She sat back in her chair and casually perused the the progress of her next patient, and smiled. They had come quite a ways since the girl had first come to see her. She had been tough to break through some barriers, and many remained, however, Christine had been able to get her to open up more and more.

There was a knock on the door, and Christine's secretary entered quietly, placing a cup of coffee on her desk.

"Sissy, since this is my last patient for the day, why don't you go ahead and leave early? I know that sailor boyfriend of yours has a ship that's due in this afternoon, doesn't he?"

The cute secretary blushed crimson, then smiled. "Um, yes, it does! And it's been 6 months since I've seen him! Thank you, Dr. Milller!"

"Don't worry about it. But I will need you to come in tomorrow. Seems we have a full calendar." She took a sip of coffee as she watched her secretary leave. The girl was cute, a little plump, but wonderfully proportioned. One day, thought Christine.

Turning back to the notes, Christine also noted her patient would be here in less than 10 minutes. She put down the folder and took out the small mirror from her desk. She checked herself once more - chestnut hair softly waving about her face and shoulders, her bright blue eyes sparkling with intensity. She wore minimal make up, and today was no exception. She needed no other enhancements. Placing the mirror back in the drawer, Christine stood, and straightened out the straight, short skirt she wore. She adjusted the waistband, then smoothed the blouse she wore. She glanced at the jacket, and decided against it. She did want to look like too much of a therapist. She liked her patients to relax around her, open up to her.

And with some of the revelations of her next patient, Christine was also finding herself becoming more and more attracted to her. Of course, the code of ethics in her profession forbade any such contact with her patients. She could lose her license to practice. Still, from some of the things the girl had told her so far....

She looked up when she heard the door to the reception area open. She could see the girl standing there, looking about the empty room.

"Come on in here," Christine called out with a friendly smile. "I've let Sissy have the afternoon off as you are my last patient of the day. How has your week been?"

Christine's eyes worked over the girl's body, and suddenly all those fantasies she'd been entertaining over the past two months came clearly to mind.

 

[Morwen]

Kelly Drake

People got addicted to the damnedest things. But sex? Could that be an addiction too?

A couple months ago Kelly Drake would've said no way, that's the kind of thing some drab frump on a talk show would try to tell you, but she wasn't so sure anymore. Cars, elevators, hotel rooms, hot tubs, roofs, even a subway now...and that was just this week. She fucked her clients all day long for money, then she went home and fucked her girlfriends until they ran away, then moved on to her toys.

She hadn't thought anything of it at all, hadn't found it the least bit unusual, until her last lover, Tessa, had moved out in a huff, saying she just couldn't take it anymore. Called her a nymphomaniac, begged her to get some help.

And so here she was, once a week in Dr. Miller's office, talking about her sex life. And oh, it felt good, just to talk about it, to get it off her chest, talk about how much she loved it. Seeking assurance that she wasn't crazy after all. It didn't matter that it cost $250 an hour; Kelly could afford it, no streetwalker she but a high-class callgirl: she made six figures, all of it tax free.

Oh but she should've gone to a man therapist. And old, old, old man therapist who hid behind his books and theories because he was too old to get it up anymore. Not a woman as shy and lovely and beautiful as Christine...no, no, no, she reminded herself. Think of her as Dr. Miller.

"Sorry about the clothes," she smiled, as she took a pack of smokes out of her purse and started to bang them against the heel of her hand. The clothes thus apologized for were a pair of leather boots and a white mini-dress, the skirt of which left her creamy thighs nearly bare, while the form-fitting halter left little about the size and shape of her breasts or even the placement of her nipples to the imagination. Hardly normal attire for the busy downtown, or this office building, or a professional therapist's office, she had realized belatedly, upon being stared at on the elevator. And in the lobby. Thank God that receptionist wasn't there this time. Kelly had almost got her number last time, she didn't think Dr. Miller would like that. "A john dropped me off down the block. I said I had another appointment. Which I guess you can say it true."

She laughed lightly, tossing her long blonde hair (the dark roots left lazily undyed) over one shoulder, and lit the cigarette. "So what were we talking about last week?" She crossed her legs quickly and took a puff. "Was it..." her lips curled back in a smile. "Sex?"

 

[SexyChele]

Christine had to stifle a smile. Looking down, she took a quick look at her notes, then picked up her coffee. She sat back in her chair, the coffee cup cradled in her hands, and looked at the young girl before her.

There was no doubt the girl radiated raw sexuality. Even with her most casual movements, she held one enthralled as to how she was going to toss her hair, or move her lips - even turning her ankle encased in the boot that she wore.

But, all of this had become a problem for Kelly. Granted, Kelly's occupation probably wasn't helping matters along, but from what the girl had told Christine, she was insatiable.

"Yes," Christine finally answered her client. "As a matter of fact, we were talking about sex. Trying to discover the root cause for your sexual appetite. You know, there might be a more radical method to help put you on the road to a better acceptance of sex, but we will want to investigate that later. Would you like to tell me what sort of progress you've attempted to make this week?"

Christine crossed her legs as she sipped her coffe. Her eyes followed Kelly's body, her mind focused on every word the girl would say. For a moment, Christine's eyes lingered on Kelly's nipples, poking so playfully against the material of her halter. Perhaps Christine should raise the air conditioning? It was a thought.

As Kelly began to speak, Christine was already thinking of the more "radical" method of treatment.

 

[Morwen]

Kelly

"Yeah. Progress." Kelly frowned through a lazy haze of cigarette smoke, chased it away with her hand. "I thought about what you said, about how if I kept treating my girlfriends like clients, you know, a little small talk, then right into bed, I was going to keep losing them, and yeah, you're probably right."

She shrugged. "But I don't want to hear about their cats or their poodles or their bosses, you know? I just want to get their panties off." A little giggle followed, she was thinking of the waitress she'd picked up the other night. How quickly her panties had come off.

"I mean, I just really enjoy sex. Most of the girls, they totally fake it all the time with their clients, least once they've been doing it for a while. But I still get orgasms, if the guy is even halfway decent. And no matter how hard I try, I can't commit to any one person.

"Like last Saturday night, this really rich guy, I mean he's so rich you'd know his name if I told you, well he wanted to be with three girls at once. So we're all there, three girls from the agency, all fucking and sucking away, and I'm thinking to myself, why haven't I tried this before? But afterwards the other girls are like, 'Oh man, that was horrible, I got a knee in the head, someone sat on me,' and 'We have to split the tip three ways?' -- blah blah blah. And I'm thinking, let's go back to my place and do it again!"

She sighed, adjusting one of the straps on her halter, where it was slipping off her shoulder. "But I tried to be good, went and had dinner with Tessa like we talked about, and I asked her about her acting classes and really tried to listen, you know. But she accuses me of flirting with the waitress and gets mad and leaves. So after a while I went home with the waitress instead."

Kelly paused, leaning forward to tap the ash off her cigarette into an empty coffee mug on the good doctor's desk. Her eyes narrowed, as she thought of something Christine had said. "Radical method? You mean like Prozac or something? I don't know, I don't want any weird drug things."

 

[SexyChele]

Christine shook her head and smiled slightly at Kelly's description of the past few days. If they didn't make some real progress soon, Kelly's behavior could turn destructive.

At her questions, Christine sat back in her chair and crossed her legs, allowing her skirt to ride up just a few more inches. She placed her fingers at her lips for a moment, then put them down in her lap and smiled.

"No, Kelly, no drugs," she stated evenly. "I don't like to medicate my patients unless there is absolutely nothing else for them."

She bent forward and picked up a folder off the top of her desk. The information from within was something she had talked about with another therapist who had stated she had seen dramatic results in one of her patients who had the same condition as Kelly.

"This is a rather revolutionary concept at the moment. It really hasn't been fully tested, but I've known other therapists who have used it with some sucess. However, the theory is based on complete trust between patient and therapist. So, I need to know, Kelly. Do you trust me? Completely? And would you be willing to try?"

She smiled at the girl, and hoped she would agree. Christine's eyes traveled along Kelly's body. She could hardly wait to get started.
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[Morwen]

Kelly stamped her cigarette out nervously in the coffee mug. Treatment? But not drugs? What could it be? She shook her hair out and ran the heel of her palm against her forehead, wincing a little. Treatment meant there was something wrong with her, something to be cured. But she still didn't think of herself that way. But she was here, wasn't she?

"Well I do trust you... " she said, looking up as she chewed her split ends.

Dr. Miller was giving her that look, one she had seen many, many times before, in both women and men. It was the kind of look that said I want you, but it was different in everyone. In a man who'd just put a few c-notes on a bedstand, it was unmistakable, almost animal.

In a woman it could be more subtle, and with Dr. Miller, it was almost too distant to pick up on, masked behind her professional demeanor and professional decor, but it was there. Oh it was there. It was in the eyes, the leg posture, the expectant look.... Suddenly Kelly didn't care too much about whether this therapy worked or not. What she wanted was something different. What she wanted was Dr. Miller.

"Okay, I'm in," she smiled.

 

[SexyChele]

Christine smiled at Kelly's agreement. She placed the folder with the notes down on her desk and rose from her chair.

"As I've said, this form of treatment is highly controversial - but there have been improvements in other clients. Just a moment, Kelly."

Christine walked out into the reception area, and locked the door, using the special lock she had to keep even the cleaning people out. Then she walked to the receptionist's desk and insured the phone was turned over to the night answering machine. Walking back into her office, she closed the door securely, then undid the first few buttons on her blouse.

Walking up behind Kelly, she gently stroked the girl's hair.

"You know in the beginning I told you that touching between client and therapist is frowned on in the general sense," she started. "But for our purposes, I will need to touch you, Kelly. I hope you will be alright with that? Please tell me if I do anything that makes you uncomfortable."

Though Christine doubted anything she was going to do would make Kelly uncomfortable.

She began to stroke Kelly's face, lightly, gently, and was pleasantly surprised at the girl's smooth, soft skin. Such a treasure and a delight.

"You see, Kelly, the premise is that you act the way you do because of agression that you cannot release safely. But here you are safe. Here you can release your agression - with me, on me. Do you understand? Any questions?"

By this time, Christine had bent low and merely whispered the final words into Kelly's ear. She then moved lower and let her lips kiss the girl's throat, where she felt her pulse pounding.

 

[Morwen]

Kelly

As Christine walked out of the office, carefully locking the outer door and switching off the phones, Kelly -- a former receptionist herself -- knew that they were going to be alone. Knew that meant the doctor wanted them to be alone, for as long as they needed to be. That in itself told her something, and Kelly felt her breath catch a little, and her face growing flush.

Anticipation. Those moments in between, when seduction was just beginning to move itself from the unspoken to the whispered, they were some of the sweetest moments of all. Sweeter still if they were with someone new, someone forbidden, as surely a psychologist was.

But who was seducing whom? Kelly, accustomed to the role of the aggressor, found herself in the interesting position of being entirely unsure.

She heard the door click behind her, the soft step, the whisper of skirt and blouse. Kelly looked up as the doctor began to speak, warning about touching, even Christine's fingers began to move through her hair, such an intimate, familiar gesture. Kelly nodded slowly, signifying that she understood. Her own hand went to Christine's, wrapping around it reassuringly, as the doctor began to stroke her face.

"You see, Kelly, the premise is that you act the way you do because of aggression that you cannot release safely," the voice whispered in her ear, the breath warm and sweet, like her. "But here you are safe. Here you can release your aggression - with me, on me. Do you understand? Any questions?"

Kelly was about to answer, then felt the other woman's lips against her throat. A touch, tentative and sweet, but daring in of itself, crossing the line as it did.

She changed her own answer from words to a kiss, turning her head to meet Christine's, letting their lips join, their eyes speak. "Just one," she said, between kisses. Quick, aggressive, pecks, planted against those juicy, willing, sensual lips. "Who's billing who here?"

 

[SexyChele]

Christine smiled at Kelly's question. In fact, it took quite a bit of effort not to give in to a fit of laughter.

"Seeing as this is an experiemental procedure, I think any fees should be waived. If this works, perhaps we can work something else out."

And Christine was hoping for the "something else". She raised up, and gently moved Kelly's hair over her shoulder leaving her neck exposed. Christine gently caressed Kelly's shoulders, then brought her lips to nape of Kelly's neck, her tongue lightly skimming the tender flesh. Christine ran her hands down over the girl's shoulders, sliding lower onto her chest, until her fingers found the breasts she had admired since the day Kelly first walked into her office.

Running her fingers over the light material, she felt the girl's nipples harden. Gently stroking them, at first applying pressure, then softly brushing her fingertips against the very tips, Christine felt her own body responding to the teasing motions.

Raising her hands, Christine undid the back strap of the halter, and let the material fall forward. Kelly's firm, full breasts were exposed, and Christine gasped at the beauty of them.

 

[Morwen]

Kelly looked down as her breasts were bared by her well-paid and well-meaning therapist. Firm and full, they were two little lightly freckled apples to be proud of, and quite natural of course. She'd known girls who'd had them done, strippers mostly. None of that for her. Her nipples were short and stubby, the aureoles small and compact, but there was no mistaking when they were erect. As they were now.

She looked up at Christine. The woman stood so close. Her touches, her movements, were so graceful, so tender, so exquisitely erotic Kelly could feel that hot feeling of desire welling deep within her and taking her hold of her mind and of her being. A vision of auburn-haired formality danced before her; in her mind's eye she crawled towards it, like a starving legionnaire in a desert.

She tried to form words. Always tried, in moments like this, to speak. "Babe. Baby. Yeah." She leaned forward, her arms around Christine, her lips against hers, pushing her against the desk, a knee between the other woman's legs, her hands now on the girl's thighs, as she bent her back across her own desk, oh so aggressively. The papers, folders, little knick-knacks and appointment books went flying.

One hand found Christine's brow, swept the doctor's hair away from her forehead. The other held tight around her waist. Kelly leaned in for a kiss, leaned in for a whisper. "Aggressive, mon chere, like this?" Her tongue reached out, teasing the girl's lips. "Like this?"

 

[SexyChele]

Christine was unprepared by very aroused at Kelly’s reaction. She felt the girl’s body against her own, the lips – soft and firm – pressing against her own. Christine raised her hands and ran them up the girl’s body, running her thumbs over the sides of her breasts before cupping them and feeling their weight.

“Yes, Kelly, like that. The agression must be released and focused.” As she spoke, Christine found Kelly’s nipples and began tweaking and pulling the delicate and tender flesh. Pulling her towards her, Christine lightly kissed then gently nipped Kelly’s neck. Christine breathed deeply, enjoying the scent from the other woman, wanting to taste her, to feel her. Yet, also realizing this was about and for Kelly, not merely herself.

Pulling away slightly, Christine moved her fingers to her blouse undoing the buttons and slipping the silk from her shoulders. The white lace encased her breasts, heaving now in the throes of her desire. She reached around and unhooked the bra, slowly letting it fall away from her breasts, baring herself to her client.

Christine ran her hands over Kelly’s firm thighs, and suddenly she wanted, needed to see this beautiful woman naked. To drink in her body with her eyes, hands, and tongue. Drawing close to her, Christine placed a gentle kiss on Kelly’s ear.

“Finish undressing for me, Kelly. Please. I have to see this gorgeous body for myself.”

 

[Morwen]

Kelly

Reluctantly Kelly stepped back away from the desk. Doctor's orders. She reached around behind her back and loosed the last few clasps so that the mini-dress that was already bunched around her hips fell down. The dress dropped to the floor. "Nude, doctor? Like this?" she asked innocently, standing there naked. The very picture of perfection. Or close enough, for $100 an hour.

Her hands were on her breasts, rubbing them and touching, up and down, as she planted her legs squarely, widening her stance, now that she was naked. There was nothing between her thighs, nothing but the thin red promise of her lips. The hair she had kept shaved off. It was adult industry standard.

She titled her head against her left shoulder, letting the hair wash over her shoulder. "Finished undressing," she reported with a smile.

 

[SexyChele]

Christine smiled at the vision of perfect loveliness before her. Kelly was perfect – the most perfect woman she had ever seen. She let her eyes rake over the other woman’s body, taking in her blatant sexuality.

Stepping forward, Christine reached out and lifted Kelly’s breasts. Feeling their weight, toying with the nipples, she could feel her own desire rising. Leaning forward, she gently kissed Kelly’s lips – just a soft brush, a promise of things to come. She worked her lips down the girl’s throat, gently licking the tops of her breasts.

“Undress me, Kelly. Please. I want to feel your body against my own. Have to feel it.”

Slowly Christine moved lower until her tongue swirled around the tight, firm flesh of Kelly’s nipple. Sliding her tongue over it, she felt it harden and took it between her lips, sucking and licking. Moving her hands slowly, Christine felt every inch of Kelly’s body – her shoulders, back, waist, and that perfect ass that Christine knew she had. Kneading and pressing the flesh between her fingers, she imagined Kelly’s ass against her face, Christine’s tongue eagerly lapping at the soft, tender flesh of pussy that looked so delicious.

 

[Morwen]

Kelly

The good doctor put her lips so attentively and so passionately against Kelly's breasts. It was enough to drive her silly. Silly, that was the word she used for it, because crazy was a bad word around here. The good doctor begged Kelly to undress her. To make her as naked and free as Kelly was.

But Kelly was having none of that. Oh, she wanted to see dear, sweet, beautifully coy Christine naked, she surely did. As Dr. Christine's hands ran freely over her body, Kelly returned the touch, her fingers tracing down the doctor's back, caressing her through her blouse, over the thin knit of her unprofessionally short skirt. Fingers finding the edge of the skirt and lifting it to her waist, leaving Christine's panties bared.

"Undress you?" she whispered in Christine's ear. Their necks were entwined, Kelly's lips against the woman's right ear. She whispered softly as silk. "First you have me undress. Then you tell me to undress you. Such ideas." Her thumbs, both beneath the skirt, found the edge of Christine's panties, slowly lowered them a few inches. Fingers found the smooth, pert flesh of the other woman's rear. Teased and tickled her there. Then Kelly pulled away suddenly, as if on a whim.

She danced away, the embrace broken, flopping down on the analyst's couch at the side of the room. She propped her head up under one hand, looked bemusedly at her therapist. "No Christine. You undress for me." Her body was sprawled out on the couch, nude. Her free hand between her thighs, playfully. She smiled encouragingly. "Reciprocity."

 

[SexyChele]

For all of the seriousness of the moment, Christine could not contain a smile and a slight chuckle. Yes, Kelly’s aggressive nature was coming out beautifully – just as she had been told it would.

Christine felt deliciously naked without her panties, and the touch of Kelly’s fingers on her had made her shiver. She smiled at her patient lying on the couch, and stepped away slightly as though entering a stage. Slowly, she unbuttoned her blouse, watching Kelly’s face the whole time. Inch by inch her breasts became visible, the white lace bra holding them more of a tease than anything else.

Pulling the blouse from the waistband of her skirt, Christine quickly unbuttoned the cuffs at each wrist, then slowly let the silk slide off of her shoulders. She reached behind, unfastening the bra, and held it up for a moment before letting it flutter to the floor. She ran her hands up her body, cupping her breasts, and holding them out for Kelly to admire. Grasping the nipples, she began to twist and pull slightly, the motions driving her desire even higher.

Turning so her back was towards Kelly, she glanced over her shoulder as her hands searched out the button and zipper on her skirt. Undoing them slowly, Christine bent over slightly and wiggled as she slipped the skirt over her hips and then let it fall to the floor. Slowly she turned, allowing Kelly to see every inch of her body. Christine decided to leave her heels on – for now, at least. Running her hands along her body, Christine smiled to her patient on the couch.

“See anything you would like to explore further, Kelly?”

 

[Morwen]

Kelly

Desire was like a river. Sometimes blocked up behind a dam, sometimes slow and meandering. And sometimes swift and raging, ready to overrun its banks. That's how Kelly felt now. Mississippi in the spring of her youth, sweeping away entire towns.

She sat up on the couch, as Christine began to move about, sensuously undressing in the center of the room. Kelly's own hands moved in response; it almost goes without saying that her fingers found her own nipples, already responsive to what she was seeing, the touch heightening her desire.

What a beautiful woman, Kelly thought, as the bra hit the floor. How many sessions have we had? Why didn't I do anything before? she thought, as the skirt followed the bra. A slim, sensual, radiant woman turned around and smiled at her. Asked her if she'd like to explore...Kelly smiled in spite of herself. Of course she would like to explore.

She hooked her finger at the now-naked-except-for-her-heels Christine, beckoning her over. Patting her bare knee.

 

[SexyChele]

Christine smiled at Kelly's response. She moved with grace to the couch, watching as Kelly's hands moved across her body. Christine's eyes were focused on the beauty of her patient's breasts, but she had to admit the other woman was gorgeous.

She stood before Kelly for a moment, smiling, loving how it felt to show off her body for another woman. Then, without a word, she sank to the couch next to Kelly, and lightly drew a finger across the delicate skin.

Kelly tapped her knee again, and Christine smiled. Yes, it did appear the roles would be reversed - and she was looking forward to it. Christine moved slowly off of the couch, until she was kneeling on the floor next to Kelly. She glanced up, knowing what she wanted, but unsure if Kelly was willing to go that far. She decided to take a chance, slid her body along the other woman's lap, feeling Kelly's thighs against her breasts and then belly. Christine held her breath, waiting.

 

[Morwen]

Kelly blinked a couple of times in quick succession. She had about jumped out of her chair in surprise when Christine had flung herself across her lap, sprawling out, bare bottom up. It was...well there was no getting around it, Christine was behaving quite submissively. And Kelly had merely wanted the gal to come sit on her knee for a makeout session. It seemed there were depths to this woman that Kelly was only beginning to understand. To fathom.

Wow, Kelly thought. Okay. Now what. Sure, she'd played at being a domme with some of her clients, played out whatever little script they wanted if the money was there, but this was a different thing. This time she cared. And, it occurred to her, this must have something to do with her therapy. Christine had been talking about getting her aggressions out. This must be what she had meant. It was probably some kind of therapeutic role-play, if there was such a thing.

And, Kelly had to admit, the idea of commanding another woman, it was kind of a turn-on. Not like anything she'd ever done before. Assuming that she was really in control here. Somehow, she wasn't so sure.

"Ah, good!" Kelly said in response, then wrinkling her nose immediately thereafter. That didn't sound right. Didn't sound domineering. She should try to be more forceful. "Good girl," she said, looking down at the beauty sprawled across her lap.

Her right hand found the base of Christine's neck, stroked her hair upwards against the grain, tenderly. Her left hand followed the line of the other woman's body, starting with her lower back and working down towards her pertly upturned rump. Lingered on the firm, soft curves there. The lean muscular sides, the tender cheeks. Caressing each side in turn, and the divide.

Yes, Kelly thought, smiling to herself. This could be fun. She leaned down, her lips at the base of Christine's neck, brushing them gently. Oh so gently. Whispering a cliche she'd picked up from somewhere, assumed it was right for such a situation: "Have you been a naughty girl?"

 

[SexyChele]

Christine knew she had surprised Kelly. She had surprised herself as well, because Christine normally played the Domme – however, she felt a pull towards being submissive to her client, letting her get out the aggressions that Christine suspected were deeply buried.

As she felt her patient stroking her body, she shivered slightly. She began to rub her body against Kelly’s legs, feeling the softness of her skin and enjoying it. She felt Kelly brush her hair, saw it dangling in front of her face, obscuring her vision. She knew she was fully exposed to Kelly, open to her. And she couldn’t believe how incredibly turned on she was because of it!

Christine felt Kelly’s warm breath against her neck, and she sighed. When she heard Kelly’s question, Christine smiled to herself. For Kelly, she would be an incredibly naughty girl – and then some!

“Oh, yes,” Christine purred softly against the firm flesh of Kelly’s thigh. “I’ve been very naughty! I’ve had the most nasty thoughts of my patients doing slutty things for me, as I enjoy them. And my secretaries! Oh, they have been the best. Every one has given themselves to me to be used, to be treated like the sluts that they truly are. Yes, I’ve been a very naughty girl!”

 

[Morwen]

kelly

Freud who? Kelly smiled. She'd gone to a therapist for help, now her therapist was sprawled across her lap naked, squirming to be loved and touched, talking about what a dirty girl she was. Role reversal indeed, she thought, as her lips broke the lingering kiss left on Christine's neck, even as her fingers roamed up and down the woman's body freely, touching, stroking, caressing.

Kelly tried to take it all in stride. In her line of work, she was exposed to other people's deepest fantasies on a routine basis. The cop who liked to be handcuffed. The doctor who gave 'exams.' The minister who simply could not get off unless he was reading out his verses while he slipped it to her. The world went round and round.

But this was a new one on her. Women weren't her normal clientele. The occasional wife surprised by a husband for a menage a trois, sure, but not one on one. Certainly not with a woman as lovely and distinguished as Christine. As lovely and submissive as Christine. So that lingering doubt ate at her. Was this therapy? Maybe Christine was playing a game above and beyond anything Kelly could comprehend. Her mind whirled with such thoughts, as she contemplated what it was next she was going to do. For she hadn't a clue. No dominatrix she.

Her hand glided smoothly along the tender curves of Christine's rear as the woman gave her little porno speech. This wasn't business, she realized, this was fun, this was her free time, she could actually do what she wanted to do for a change. And suddenly she realized what that might be. She was going to be a domme, and not just play one, but really be it, raw and green though she might be. Because that's what she wanted to do. To be. It was like all her problems, opened by this key.

"I see," she said, in her most authoritative, I-am-a-doctor kind of voice, finally answering Christine. "Naughty indeed. You will be treated like a slut, like the slut you are."

The fingers of her left hand were on her own mouth, where they were licked and moistened. Then returned to their original location, between the spread cheeks of the girl on her lap. Slipping down, dancing around, between the little brown circle and the full pink flowering. Exquisite sensation, she hoped it was, and her other hand continued to pet Christine's neck. "Nasty thoughts? Let me hear them. Start with your secretary. What you'd do with her. Every detail."