Sensual Sessions <Closed thread - except Chalintra>

[mysterion]

[This is a closed thread between Mysterion and Chalintra; You are all of course welcome to read,a nd comment on another thread if you like]



Dr. Humphreys looked into his calendar. He noted among the carefully printed appointment a single crossed out canceled appointment; Becky Blount, 'cured' or so she thought. In reality, she had just fallen for another loser, she'd be back. But for a few weeks he'd have that hour open.
He noted this week he'd penciled something next to it. Another name, he was having trouble reading his scrawl. Usually he wrote these in carefully, slowly, methodically, the samw way he worked with people. That was the sort of man he was, at least at work, he wished his life outside of work was different. He had been told many times before to 'Doctor heal thyself' but some wounds were not so easy to heal, and skilled as he was, he could not do it himself..

He remembered making the appointment, it was late at night, a referral from Dr. Farring. She said it wasn't really her speciality, and that she would appreciate it if he would give it a try. Farring was not a big fan of his, she thought his work was too Freudian, or too sexual. She was all for liberation, but thought sex was not very important psychologically. It wasn't that Humphreys thought everything came back to sex. But he found that most patients only came to counseling when they had problems serious to warrant it. And for many people, no problem was too serious until it started to impinge on their sex lives. So, those seeking counseling were often a self selecting crowd. Anyway, if Farring recommended him, she must think this woman's problems were either too far out there for her experience, or that he might be right, at least in this case. He gave himself a moment of self-satisfaction then tried to puzzle out the name of the woman he was meeting in just a few minutes.

He couldn't make out his late night scrawl and decided he would simply have to check her forms, when she filled out the basic health form. He grabbed a standard package and then added his own more detailed sexual history and health form. It wasn't overly intrusive, but it might surprise the unexpectant reader. That was usually good, get the patient off balance right away and they might be more open to discoveries.

He put the forms in a blank folder and did some busy work while waiting for the appointment. A few minutes later he heard the sounds of a car coming up his long gravel driveway. He had moved out of a larger practice some time ago. He liked the privacy of working from a home office, his converted garage, but he knew it troubled some of his patients. He would have to see.

 

[Chalintra]

((OOC: Sorry to be late on this one, but I will be vrey vetry buisy throughout this week.))

Annabel wasn´t in her best moods. Her knuckles turned white from the strength she put in to her hands grabbing the steering wheel of her Alpha Spider. She hated the idea to visit one more of those psycho-freaks, those so called doctors who think they can heal her soul. As if they would even be able to understand their own needs and desires. Cretins, all of them. She had seen a few, never she had thought of them as useful. But the Judge had said that she had one choice, and one choice only. To attend to a renown psychiatrist or to face a trial.
All this fuss about this lone looser she had treated a bit unkind. Well, he had to be medically treated and a minor wound had to be stitched five times. But hadn´t it been his own fault? He had driven her crazy with his ultra-polite manners. A man that want´s to be worth this name shouldn´t waste hours of time if he want´s to touch her with asking if she´d like it or not. He´d deserved it.
So well, there will be some more time wasted reclining on a couch, answering silly questions. Grr. Should have broken this idiots nose for this.

 

[mysterion]

Humpheries heard the squeel of brakes as a small car whipped into the small lot. He waited the few short moments when the door burst open revealing a gorgeous tall woman with an angry look on her face. He gave her an apprasiing look from his position on the couch in his front room. She was silluetted in the light of the doorway, her hands on her hips and then she dramatically pulled her dark sunglasses off. She used them to gesture at him impatiently.
He stood his ground, or rather sat leisurely, and let her stew there. He had seen this type before, and from reading the files her previous psychologist sent over.
He gave a disinterested look and finally spoke in a calm voice.
"You are late. We may have to reschedule." He walked to the office desk and flipped open the scheduling book with his back to her. He could almost feel the steam emitting from her, but he ignored it.
"My schedule is pretty full. I don't have anything else this week. Tuesday morning next week? If that doesn't work for you, I can recommend another therapist." He offered firmly.
It was a calculated risk he knew. She might simply be angry because some jerk cut her off in traffic. But if the judge's account was accurate, and the other psychologist meant would he thought he meant, then there was a good chance she was a repressed submissive under her hostile exterior. Even if not, he was not going to let her determine the course of this treatment.
He looked up feigning impatience. "Well?"

 

[Chalintra]

"Ahem.."
May be I had been a bit to late, but who cares? He does and it looks as if this will be a very short session.

"Not only your time is limited, Sir, mine is too. But if you insist on a new scedule, then tell me when to show up again and I´m gone, trying to be on time to the new one."

Keep cool, he´s playing tricks on me. Those psycho doctors always think that they are the only ones proficient in manipulating others. What do they think what happens out there in buiseness?

"If you want me to I apologize for being late - oh, and if you like to make use out of the time left from our first date then you might still choose to make our first interview, or take a short break to be refreshed for your next meeting."

Annabel kept her stern expression, awaiting his answer. In the end it wasn´t that important to her if he´d get it all done his way or hers. All she has to do is tocome up with a signed paper telling she´d undergone a set number of sessions with him, that´s all what matters to her in this moment.
Hey, this is the first really handsome doctor I´ve seen in jears. Really cute.

Something must have made her smile. A pleasant smile indeed...

 

[mysterion]

He let her wait there a moment. Another. He could see her fidgit a bit. Her resolve was strong, but she seemed to be faltering, uncertain. She smiled in a disarming and vulnerable way.
He wasn't sure what to make of it. but he knew he had to keep her here. After another few long seconds of staring intently at her, he turned got up and turned around.
With his back to her, he spoke softly. "I suppse we can use the remaining time today if you wish. But I will have to charge you for the full hour."
He started walking to the small room where he conducted most of his therapy. On the way he picked up the forms and paper work. We waited at the door for her, holding it open, but in such a way that she would have to duck beneath his arm to enter. Little things like this could shift the balance of power in his favor. "Please come this way" he offered more cheerfully.
As she took a moment to ponder her next move, he took the opportunity to look her over. Beautiful red hair, lips to die for. He wanted to see those wrapped around his cock with those beautiful eyes staring up at him. This would either be the most difficult therapy he had ever done, or the most rewarding.

 

[Chalintra]

It made me a bit itchy waiting for his response. For sure he wouldn´t send me away, telling me that I have to search for another psychiatrist. Those guys have to pay their rents too and most of all they can´t afford to loose their reputations. The only question was if he´d start with our sessions today - that would take the edge out of his stern demeanor he showed first, or if he´d tell me to come back another day, insisting on the fact that he´s the boss.
Then he chooses to back off a bit and invited me to another room. Not without playing another trick. Oh oh, those so called Doctores are nothing else than ordinary men. Trying such an old trick on me - but this means that there is more he´s interested in than talking about my problems only. So here we go, I know to play this game too.

Annabel followed to the door he was partially blocking, and with a smile she passes through. She took care to let him see what might awaits him, as she tuned to face him as she passed beneath his arm, granting a breathtaking view by making the best use out of her low-necked dress she wears. If he think´s he´s the boss then he have to prove that he´s cool enough not to blush!

 

[mysterion]

Dr. Jason Humphries enjoyed the view as Annabel squeezed passed slowly by him. She had considerable assets to showoff and she knew how to do it. But Dr. Humphries was not easily embarrassed. Still the view was breath taking. He took a furtive look at her ample cleavage and smiled unabshedly when she caught his gaze. He gave her a look of genuine approval that one might give a painting in a museum or a new car in a showroom. She seemed thrown by that a little, she tossed her head and turned from his view.
He stood at the door and let her choose where to seat. Some women chose the overstuffed chair that gave them a sense of power, others immediately went for the couch, often sitting tightly on one edge to prtoect themselves, still others would relax on the setee, these were professional therapy-goers, they had a set idea what going to a psychiatrist was all about, and he wasn't about to disappoint them. It didn't matter to him.
As she strode into the room and looked around, he took the opportunity to admire her shapely legs and tight derriere. She looked good. Very good. He waited for her to pick a seat. She spent a few moments considering her choice as if she knew she was being tested.

 

[Chalintra]

Having passed him she let out an unheared growl. Bastard, he´s as self confident as an elephant, untouchable. Worst of all I like this style.
Taking a look around she choosed the couch as her place, but instead of other girls that uncle doctor had in mind, Petra made herself comfortable, reclining on this piece of furniture as if it was an instrument to help her showing the curved luxury of the long line from her head to her toes. Sure she´s a woman that can make a man murder his best friend to lay his hands on her and she knows about her power very well.

 

[mysterion]

Jason watched her take possession of the couch like Cleopatra. Her long legs stretched and knees bent slightly to part her skirt enough to hint at glories within it. Her legs seemed to go on endlessly, yet miracluously terminated in round and inviting hips. These then we lost in a narrow waist, and lean stomach. Her lage breasts defied gravity by remaining pert, and pointing to the ceiling. Still, they were clearly real as their shape bore none of the tell-tale false roundness of implants.
Her neck curved gently to keep her head upright in this reclined position. He examined her for a moment. She was confident and powerful, she knew her looks could stop traffic, or a man's heart.
"I'm glad to see you getting comfortable. Take a moment and breath deeply, maybe we can work out some of this stress... if necessary we can try sometime more radical."
With that, he removed his sports coat slowly and draped it on the heavy chair. This revealed his strong torso and slim waist. He moved casually to the setee and lay down himself with his strong arms both behind his head staring at the ceiling. From this position he couldn't see her, but she could she him.
He listened for a moment.
"Just breath deeply." He said again.
He let a moment pass.
"Now tell me why do you think you've been sent to me?"

 

[Chalintra]

((OOC: Sorry to have left for this long time without announcing it, but a friend of mine invited me on a little vacation and I couldn´t say no.))


Sure to have caught his full interest I was a bit confused to see him getting that kind of comfortable too. Most psychiatrists had been sitting in their enormous armchairs as if they´d been glued on to them, but this one was a bit different. Different and definitely interesting. Stunning good looks for someone who´d spend most of his time sitting behind some books and papers. Radical? what does he mean with radical? May be it´s worth to find out, but at first I´m going to play his game, as long as it keeps on to entertain me.

"It´s just been a strange idea of a so called `modern´ judge. To be honest I´ve hurt a few men, literally hurt them by a few not so nice tricks and mentally hurt their pride by doing this while we were not alone. Well, they deserved it and no real damage has been done."

 

[mysterion]

James listened attentively. She was rationalizing her actions. That was normal in invulntary cases such as this. He thought about the best way to get to what was going on, then decided on a course of action.

"If you'll indulge me" he started "I'd like to set aside these actual cases for a moment. We will need to return to them later for me to sign off on your... status, but for now I would to get inisde of you." He stopped, realizing what he said. he blushed a little.
"Your head, that is" he clarified.

"I'd like to get a sense for what you would like to see in a sexual partner to find out how these men failed." He added.
~And see how I could succeed~ He thought to himself.

"Do you have sexual fantasies or daydreams?" he put out like he was asking what shoe size she was.

 

[Chalintra]

She lifted an eyebrow in a way Mr. Spock would have been proud of.
Talking about my fantasys? What does he want to know? The reason why I can´t stand whimps or the best way to get his hands on me without any problems? Hm, anyway, he´s a cute one and if he has the guts the others hadn´t his hands might get everywhere he wants them to.

"A little fantasy?
I don´t know why I should tell you about, but well, you are the doctor, so hopefully you know why you´ve asked this question."

Something in between her words tells you that she damned well knows why you´ve asked - at least she´s guessed it.

"May I start with an old favourite, the story of the Princess and the Dragon.
To keep it short, its the classic beginning. There´s a Dragon terrorizing the People and to calm him down he gets the Kings daughter, me.
So bound to a stake I´m standing, awaiting my fate.
The Dragon appears, not as tall as in most peoples imagination, may be just as tall as a horse, but with every other asset a dragon needs. Teeths, claws, wings, scales, just like on the fantasy pictures everyone has seen once in a time.
Instead of devouring me he takes his time to get a closer look, rips off my clothing and muses about my beauty.
Then, same as every story with Princess and Dragon, the armoured Hero appears.
A short fight, and the Hero´s dead!
End of the story - the Dragon rapes me over and over again, and hey, he´s really good at it. No questions, no playing around, just good hard sex, straight to the bone.

Is this the kind of answer you´ve thought about?"