The Sessions

Chapter Three-1

Chapter Three

Sensate Focusing

When Kat got home from her waxing, she immediately took off her blouse and skirt and stood before the full-length mirror in her bedroom, admiring her now hairless nether region. She was surprised, but she liked the look. Her bush had never been very full anyway. It wasn’t much of a loss, and now it looked cleaner. It was no wonder the style had become so popular, though the original motivation had been microscopic bikinis. She ran her hands over her smoothness and smiled.

Rather than getting dressed again, she simply slipped on a shorty robe. She poured herself a glass of wine and thought about dinner. She decided on fish, a seared opah steak with a fast tomato concassé. Normally the tomatoes would be peeled and seeded, but she didn’t want to take the time. Instead she took the fish out of the refrigerator to come to room temperature. She roughly chopped two kumato tomatoes and minced a couple of cloves of garlic.

She left them to put some jazz on, Wynton Marsalis’ J Mood. She was definitely in a J Mood after her amazingly whirlwind day. Marsalis’ trumpet was definitely just the ticket.

Returning to the kitchen, she heated some olive oil in a skillet and put in the tomatoes and garlic. She stirred them until the tomatoes began to breakdown and then threw in a splash of absinthe. Then she pushed the tomatoes out of the way and put in the opah. Salt and pepper. A quick sear of two-and-a-half minutes on each side, heap the tomato sauce on top, and—voila—dinner. She drank in the jazz and the sauvignon blanc as she ate her fish. She let the music roll over her.

After dinner, she drifted into her bedroom and removed her robe. She had slept in the nude since college, when she was freed from parental supervision. The weather was warm, and she decided to treat herself. She went to the linen closet and got the satin sheets she sometimes used. She stripped the bed and then put the new sheets on. She slipped into the smooth bed. It was cool and luxurious on her naked skin. She flicked on the television and went to her DVR. She was behind on Game of Thrones, so she decided to binge-watch. She made it through two episodes, but her “climactic” day and the white wine got the better of her. She shut the TV and the light and drifted off to a blissful sleep.

The next morning, she was bouncing off the walls, positively giddy. She put down her yoga mat and spent an hour doing nude yoga. She tried to relax, but had a hard time. She was glad he had moved her appointment up to two o’clock. She didn’t think she could have lasted until four. And this time, she knew she was going to have s*x with him.

At noon, she took a cab to Orsay for lunch. She was too nervous to prepare anything for herself. Besides, she wanted to have a couple of glasses of wine to calm herself. She grabbed a seat at the bar. There were a lot of things that she would normally have, but they were either too heavy before the workout she hoped to have or, like the skate or the mussels, were just heavy in garlic. Not how she wanted to smell around him. She settled for half a dozen oysters on the half-shell (an aphrodisiac, after all) and a glass of Vouvray (and then a second). She sipped the wine and immediately began to unwind. Chenin blanc, the grape of Vouvray, was her favorite.

She swiveled around on her barstool just to take in the restaurant. Since La Goulue closed, Orsay was her favorite. It reminded her of Paris and Les Deux Magots, the place she had wasted too much time during her junior year at the Sorbonne. Orsay had the red banquettes and the glass, but it had more dark mahogany that Deux Magot. Still it looked as if it had been open since Art Nouveau was actually new. She repaired there whenever she needed a Paris fix and didn’t want to spend the time or money to go to the real thing—though she still wasted too much time at Deux Magots in real life, too.

She turned back to the bar, pierced one of the Malpeques with the tiny fork and dipped it in the mignonette. It was delicious, made more so when washed down with the Vouvray.

Just before 1:30, she headed for Paul’s office, arriving at 1:45, so she could prepare herself for her session. Ms. Bavinger greeted her warmly and said, “Come with me.” She led Kat through Ulbrecht’s office to a door at the far end. Opening it revealed a surprisingly large bedroom. Unlike the office, it was carpeted, but it was furnished sparingly—just a king-size bed, a single nightstand with a lamp, and a dresser. Ms. Bavinger walked over and turned on the lamp. On the dresser was a tray on which was an ice bucket containing a bottle of champagne and two champagne flutes.

Ms. Bavinger walked over to a door and opened it. It was the closet. “You can put your things in here,” she said. She started to leave.

“Excuse me, Ms. Bavinger.” The receptionist stopped. “I know we all want to be professional about this, but truthfully I’m a little nervous. If it’s OK with you, I’d like to call you by your first name—you know, girl-to-girl. It would help me relax, I think,” Kat said.

Ms. Bavinger smiled. Kat couldn’t tell if it was supportive or just pitying. “That would be fine. It’s Ava.”

“Thank you, Ava.”

The receptionist’s smile looked more genuinely warm now. “You’re welcome.” Pointing at the closet, she said, you can hang up your clothes in there. Then she left, closing the door behind her.

Kat kicked off her pumps and put them on the closet floor. She removed her blouse and hung it, followed by her skirt. She was now naked. No need to worry about bra or panties. Should she just stand there, or should she go and lay down on the bed? She didn’t know what was expected of her. She decided that the bed was the most appropriate but without getting into the bed, just lying on top of the duvet.

The door to the office opened. Kat didn’t know why, but she assumed it was Ava returning for some reason. She started to cover herself with her hands as best she could. Instead it was Paul. He was dressed in a light blue dress shirt, khakis, and penny loafers. He took up a position near the dresser and then said, “Come over here, Kat.”

“s**t!” she thought. “Wrong choice. I should have stayed standing.”

Paul pulled the champagne from the bucket and began to unscrew the hood. “Would you like a glass of champagne, Kat?” he asked.

“Yes, please, thank you.”

Paul popped the cork and filled both flutes with wine. “Bollinger R.D., my favorite,” he said. He handed one to Kat and retained one for himself. He took a sip. “Let me inspect you,” he said. His tone was flat and clinical. He circled her two, then three, times. He paused in front of her and looked down at her nether region. “The Brazilian becomes you. How do you like it?”

“I really love it!” Kat said, and she was being completely honest.

She had all but finished her glass of wine. He took the flute away from her and placed both back on the tray. “Good. How do you feel?” Three glasses of wine had made her very relaxed.

“Vulnerable but very good,” she said.

“Good,” he said again. “I want you to undress me, and kiss every inch of new skin revealed. Can you do that?”

“Yes, sir,” she said. She began unbuttoning his shirt and then pulled it off his back. She kissed his broad, hairless chest and arms. She realized that she was going to see him naked for the first time very soon. Then she moved around behind him and kissed his back and the backs of his arms. Returning to the front, she knelt and removed his shoes and socks, kissing his feet. Still on her knees, she unbuckled his belt, unfastened and unzipped his pants, pulling them off. She kissed his legs front and back. All that remained was his boxers. She pulled them down, and he stepped out of them. She cast them aside, just as she had his other garments.

“Start in the back,” he instructed. She moved behind him and began to cover his buttocks with kisses.

When she had finished, Paul pivoted and was facing her again. She realized that she had not really seen his p***s before. Yes, she had fellated him yesterday, but she was too out of it to pay much attention. She tried to take in the sight. He was fully erect, and he was huge—certainly the longest she had ever seen personally—and he was thick. He had no pubic hair. He was shaved clean. “It’s beautiful,” she thought.

“Kiss it,” he commanded. She complied, covering it with little pecks. “Now, lollipop me,” he said. She licked the shaft from bottom to top. “Again,” he responded. She did as he told her. “Once more.” And again she licked him. “Do you like sucking c**k, Kat?”

Paul’s use of crudity still took her aback, but she wanted to please him nevertheless. “Yes, sir,” she replied.

“Have you ever tried it hands-free?” he asked.

“I don’t understand.”

“Have you ever had a man f**k your face while you could not use your hands?”

“No,” she said.

“Would you like to try?”

“If you think it would help.”

Paul moved behind her to the dresser. She heard a drawer open. From behind her, he said, “Put your hands behind your back.” When she had done so, she felt cold steel against her wrists and heard the snap of handcuffs closing.

Stepping back to face her, his p***s was in front of her face again. “Open your mouth,” he ordered. Though his voice was stern, it did not sound angry or agitated. She opened wide to accept his engorged member. He placed his hands on either side of her head, as he had yesterday and entered her mouth. He pulled her head onto him, penetrating her deeply. She started to gag.

Paul pushed her head back and withdrew his organ. He rubbed her throat. “Just relax here,” he said, as he stroked her. Her gag reflex subsided. He returned his member, moving her head back and forth. She was determined to take all of him.

Kat’s ministrations felt good to Paul. She moved her tongue slightly from side to side as he f****d her face. At times, he moved his right hand to the back of her head and forced her gently down on his shaft until she had it down her throat to his balls. He smiled. “You’re a good little cocksucker aren’t you, Kat?”

“I am.”

“Say it.”

She knew what he wanted to hear. “I’m a good little cocksucker, sir.”

Paul chuckled and let her head off his c**k. He reached behind her, and unsnapped the cuff. Kat was surprised that he didn’t need a key. “Go to the bed and lay on your back.” She rose and walked to the bed, lying down face up.

Paul lied down next to her. Then he spoke, saying, “Masters and Johnson developed a technique they called ‘sensate focusing.’ It involves non-s****l touching that avoids the obvious erogenous zones like the breasts and the genitals. This is a variation that I use called ‘tumescing.’” I want you just to focus on how good it feels on your skin. Are you ready?”

“I’m ready,” she replied.

Paul began tracing circles on her body starting on her face. These were about an inch in diameter, and he did not overlap the circles. Avoiding her breasts and her p***y, he traced his way all the way down to her feet. When he reached her legs, he said, “The theory is that the areas within the circles longed to be touched. The skin is the largest organ in the human body. Your entire body becomes tumescent. It is as if your whole body had a hard-on. How do you feel, Kat?”

She loved it when he spoke her name. “I’m incredibly aroused,” she said.

When he finished “tumescing” her feet, he lay on his back. When she made her first appointment with Ulbrecht, she had to present evidence of a recent blood test, showing she didn’t have an STD. He had shown her similar proof. There was no need for a condom between them and their enjoyment. “Mount me,” he said. Kat straddled him, grasped his p***s and lowered herself onto it. Almost immediately her whole body shuddered.

“Oh, my god. Oh, my f*****g god!” she exclaimed. She experienced one of the most intense orgasms of her life.

Paul chuckled. He was just getting started. With his hands on her hips, he began moving her rhythmically. As he had the day before, he punctuated the smooth, rapid rhythm by pulling her down violently on his shaft as he thrust upward. “You love it when I ram it into you, don’t you, Kat?”

“I do,” she breathed.

“Say it, then.”

“I love it when you ram your big, hard c**k into me,” she proclaimed.

“That’s good, slut. I love it, too.” He moved his hands from her hips to her breasts. She kept up the motion. He pinched and twisted her n*****s hard. “You have a beautiful body, slut. I love your t**s. Do you like this, slut?”

“Yes,” she gasped.

“Then come for me, slut,” he commanded. The sensation overwhelmed her. Her body shudder violently again. It was like an out-of-body experience. She heard herself moaning—loudly. Who knew that she was a screamer? He sat up and kissed her, sliding his tongue into her mouth while never stopping what he was doing.

The temperature in her mouth was cool. Paul knew that she had orgasmed a second time. He eased onto his back again. His hands back on Kat’s waist, he continued to pump her, punctuating his f*****g by ramming it hard into her. On the third hard thrust, he shot his wad into her.

Kat felt it and was pleased that she had satisfied him again. He lingered a moment inside her and then lifted her off. “Clean me off,” he said. This time she knew what to do and used her mouth to suck her juices and the remnants of his c*m off his member. When she finished, he said, “That was wonderful. Go clean yourself up.” She got off the bed and went to the bathroom off the office.

When Kat came out of the bath, Paul was in the office opposite her, leaning back against his desk. He was wearing a black paisley dressing gown. He carried two full flutes of champagne. “Have a seat,” he said, gesturing at the sofa. She sat. He handed her one of the glasses, keeping the other for himself.

“Kat,” he said, “you are making enormous progress. It has been much faster than I had hoped. The repeatedly-interrupted m**********n method that I used yesterday is often enough to trigger multiple orgasms. It didn’t in you. I didn’t expect it to, but at least you experienced a small climax while vaginally penetrated. That encouraged me to move today to tumsecing. This is another technique with which I have had great success. You became aroused enough that you did achieve two orgasms today. How did that feel?”

“What are you talking about?” she asked. “It felt amazing!” Kat loved it when her lover explained the rationale behind his training and the science—or even pseudoscience—of s*x. She had never thought so much about s*x in her life. The temperature in a woman’s mouth dropping when a woman had an orgasm? She had no idea if that was true, but he had caught her in coming without asking permission, and she was unwilling to test him again. Giving her entire body a hard-on? If she had been capable of intellectualization at the moment of his “tumescing,” she would probably have been skeptical, but her skin felt full to bursting, and her mind had been on fire with desire.

For the second time, Kat asked, “Am I cured?”

“I wish it were that easy, Kat. You had another breakthrough today. You had an amazing breakthrough, but we still have a lot of work to do. As I told you yesterday, I want you to explore the full panoply of your sexuality. I want you to become a very s****l person.”

“So where do we go from here?” she asked.

“Well, as you know, I have to leave town tomorrow for a week. I really regret that because it comes just as you are have these amazing developments. It, however, can’t be avoided.” He stepped behind the desk and opened the bottom drawer on the right side. He extracted what looked like a swag bag from some party. “While I’m gone, I have homework for you,” he said, handing her the gift bag.

Before she could look inside, Paul spoke, “Have you ever heard of Dominance and submission, or D/s?” She shook her heard. “b**m?” he queried. Again she indicated no. “b**m is ‘bondage and discipline, sadism and masochism.’” Dominance and submission is a s****l relationship in which one partner dominates the other, the one who submits to him or her. The strictest D/s relationship is a Master/slave relationship. Do you understand?”

“Not really,” she replied.

“While I am gone, I want you to read up on it, starting tonight. There is a card in the bag with a few websites. Go to them. Start at Castle Realm. It is no longer an active site, but it has been archived, and it’s very good.

“Next, you have never had anal s*x. I want you to experience that. You’ll find instructions on how to prepare in the bag.

“You’ll also find a vibrator in the bag. I want you to experiment with it. Pleasure yourself.

“Finally, while I’m gone, I want you to be nude as much as possible. I want you to get used to being naked as much as you can. Whenever you are at home, I want you not wearing clothes. I want nudity to become your default position. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she replied. “I’ve always slept in the nude. I’ll stay so at home, but what if I have someone over?”

“Obviously, when you go out, you can dress. When you’re at home, use your discretion. I don’t want you to embarrass yourself…. Stand up,” he instructed.

Kat immediately did as told. He approached her and placed his hand on her mound. “Kat,” he said, “you have a beautiful body. You must realize that and get used to displaying it for men’s satisfaction—for my satisfaction.” She was giddy again, but she tried to hide it. He wanted her!

He did want her. “This one was going to be a challenge,” he thought, “maybe too much of a challenge.” He could easily get attached to this one.

“I’m going to take a shower. Get dressed and let yourself out. I don’t mean to sound rude, but I never want to see you in clothes again. Do you understand?” he asked.

“I do,” she replied. And she really did. He wanted her.

Paul removed his robe. He took her in his arms and kissed her deeply and passionately. It was the first time he had kissed her other than to determine if she had come. It made her weak in the knees, but his powerful arms would not let her buckle. He released her and looked down at her smiling. “Don’t forget the bag. And make an appointment with Ms. Bavinger for a week from this Thursday. On that Friday, as we discussed, you’ll come to my home for the weekend.” Then he stepped into the bathroom and closed the door.