Memoirs of a Submissive *18+*

Chapter 4: Therapy Appointment

I was always in and out of therapy due to my anxiety and depression. I had the same therapist from the age of 12 until I was almost 19, but then I moved and couldn’t have visits anymore. He was so good to me and just listened to me and it took me a while, but this visit was different. I disclosed something else to him that he couldn’t let go of. 

I looked up at the brick building that I was always 20 minutes early for because I was anxious about being late for things. I held onto my bookbag tightly as I walked up the stairs and into the building. I was met with the sight of Peggy; she was the secretary. I always wondered how she ended up being where she was today. I was also curious about how someone chooses the path they take and what happens if you go against your original plan. I smiled at her, checked in, I went over to the waiting area and sat down. 

It was so homey here, and I always felt safe. I used to talk about my f****d up family more than anything and then it got to when I could start to finger myself, but I never actually started talking about it. Today was the day that we were to discuss intimacy. Intimacy or being a slut? Does he want to know how I just came two times in his parking lot because I am hornier than usual today. Does he want to know how I stuck my panties in my mouth while I f****d myself with a dildo until I squirted on my bedsheets? 

I trusted him, so I knew that I could tell him anything, but the thought of sharing something so intimate so… sluttish. I wanted to know what his reaction would be, but whatever it was going to be was going to excite me to no end. I looked up the staircase and made eye contact with Dr.D. D for Daxter, Richard B. Daxter, PHD. I smiled and waved, “Hey Doc!” He nodded back with his charming smile, for an older man he was quite the looker. I walked up the stairs and followed him into the office. 

He sat down across from me as I sat in one of his chairs. I wore a skirt today cause I wanted to see if he would look at me not wearing panties and wanted to f**k me on his couch today. I could feel a soft gust of wind sweep under my skirt making the juices already on my lips make me shiver from getting cold. I looked at him and noticed his eyes drift down to my skirt. Maybe he saw my soft, wet mound? Would he appreciate the shave and how tight my p***y is? I purred, laying my hands on my lap. He looked back at my face and I could’ve sworn I saw something flash in his eyes, but I couldn’t tell what. “So last time we met, we were about to divulge into your intimate life.” He adjusted himself with his notepad in his lap as he looked at me awaiting my response. 

I looked up at him and nodded, “Yups, we were going to discuss further into that. So I guess to start, I’m still a Virgin. I have only given a few boys at my school a blowie, but they aren’t really ready for the real thing I think…” I trailed off watching him shift a little as he was taking notes. I noticed a sudden change in the atmosphere, maybe my plan was going to work after all? “I find that I like watching porn with rope, spankings, and Daddy’ roles.” I smiled seeing the last part make him grind his molars. “I’ve thought about it ya know, on if I want to be a Submissive, maybe a Brat? I can be bratty, sometimes.” I giggled, with a smile still on my face. A soft blush formed as I was getting hotter by the second. If he doesn't play with me soon, I am going to soak his chair. 

He cleared his throat, “Ahem, so when you watch.. Daddy… Porn, how does it make you feel?” He shifted his eyes to mine and then back down to his notepad. I looked away for a moment and then down to my hands. “I sometimes feel guilty, because what if it's a bad thing? I don’t want to get in trouble for liking something, but I want to enjoy it. So when I watch I always end up really wet and I have this ache that won’t go away.” I whimpered, wiggling myself in the chair. Dr. D couldn’t help it, but he looked at me. Then I realized what I was looking at in his eyes. It was desire and he wanted me. 

I wiggled some more under his intense demeanor. He lifted his thumb up to his lip and stroked his bottom lip looking at me. Was he drooling? Was that what that was? Now I couldn't stop grinding myself into his chair. I was talking so dirty to this person, who I have known for years, but it was thrilling. I continued, “I’ve read up on what a Daddy is in the world of submissives and dominates. I want to be owned, but I haven’t found the right one yet. The one that will make me his slut and f**k me until I can’t walk the next day. Who will take care of me and treat me like the baby girl that I am.” I smiled and awed at the thought. It is true, I want to be owned and just let all my power leave me as soon as I walk in the door. 

After coming back to reality, I looked back at the Doc and realized a few things. My skirt was no longer covering my thighs and my doctor was no longer sitting in his seat. He was standing in front of me and that's when I noticed it. The hard, rigid outline of his c**k in the front of his dresspants. He was hard and he was massive. I whimpered and my mouth watered. I wanted to suck on him and be covered in his c*m. The thought sent a shock to my p***y, reminding us that we are sluts and that we are always c**k hungry. I looked up at him breathing a little heavy. 

“Y-Yes, sir?” 

“Are… you f*****g with me?” He growled, his voice sounding restrained.

“No, sir, I am being honest.” My heart was racing and the ache in my p***y was getting stronger. He wrapped his hand around my throat and lifted me up gently. I whimpered as I was now standing in front of this man. “Show me that you are being serious with everything you are saying…” He whispered against my cheek. I moaned softly, “H-How?” 

He stroked my neck roughly before speaking, “Pull up that skirt, because I know you aren’t wearing any panties. I could smell your arousal a mile away, I want you to sit on that chair, with your legs spread, and your p***y and asshole in my view.” 

I moaned at everything he was saying. I nodded my head before he released my neck letting me stand on my own. I sat back down on the chair and lifted my legs up. I had them spread just enough to see the pink lips and how wet my p***y is. “Like this, sir?” I mewed softly, staring at him with half lidded eyes. He growled, nodding his head. He looked at my p***y like it was the holy grail. 

I couldn’t help but start to rub my c**t, Snap! Snap! My p***y lips started stinging and I moaned with a cry. “Did I say you could touch yourself, you pathetic w***e?” I whimpered, when I opened my eyes he was holding a ruler. I should be pissed right? I should be mortified that I was about to give this man my p***y for the taking, but he just smacked me with a ruler? It was the opposite, it was a hot pain, my p***y pulsed with want and need. It stung, oh god it stung, but the aftermath was worth it. 

I moaned when he leaned down and blew on my c**t. I shivered trying not to move. “Mmm now that is a good girl. I didn’t even have to tell you what to do and you just knew it. So you have been looking into this? Or is this just natural?” He smirked, running his tongue from my c**t to my asshole. I gasped, moaning through gritted teeth, as I looked at him. “This feels… ohh… so natural, sir.” I closed my left eye trying to focus my right eye on him as I bit my lip watching as much as I could. 

He groaned in approval as he pulled me down to where my ass was in better view. “I am going to destroy this ass.” He whispered, before sliding his tongue against my asshole again. I arched up, this was new and so different. I was panting after one lick, and he was chuckling. “Someone likes that.” I squirmed as he pushed a finger at the hole. “Oh, but that…'' I trailed off as he started pushing his finger in my ass. I moaned as it was so dirty, but so delicious. He started thrusting his finger, and then I felt the second digit. It was so full and so thick, I gasped and moaned. My p***y was just dripping  juices and he was able to use the juices as lubricant for my asshole. I was panting at this point, I wanted him, I wanted something to fill me up and his fingers weren’t doing it for me.

He pulled his fingers out and groaned. I hadn’t noticed he was stroking his c**k until now. He wasn’t as big as I thought he was, but he was girthy. I knew that was going to be uncomfortable, but I didn’t know for how long. I want him and I want that c**k. I held my legs up for him to get better access to my ass and I whimpered, “Please… please sir..” He panted, pulling up his sleeves. I watched him, he was so dreamy in his suit. He spat in his hand and stroked his c**k staring at my pink p***y and all the juices that were dripping down my ass. He pulled his pants down as he pressed the tip against my asshole. I sucked in the air through my teeth as he started to push through. I arched up, tears welling up as I tried to breathe through the pain. He bit my neck, causing my p***y to gush more juices to cover his c**k. 

He stopped moving, allowing me to get used to his size, but I was so full and he was so deep. My p***y was aching, I slipped my hand between us and circled my c**t. That gave me a disapproving look. FWAP! He smacked me across the face, “Did I say, you could touch your c**t you w***e?” I gasped, my p***y aching harder, I retreated my hand back to my side. A red mark was forming on my cheek as a tear slid down my cheek. He leaned down and put his forehead on me. “Mmmm, you learn quickly…” He kissed my forehead, thrusting his c**k in and out of my ass. I gasped, head tossed back as he f****d me like the w***e I was. I wanted this and needed this as I knew I was going to lose my mind with wanting to get f****d. I moaned as my t**s bounced with each thrust. I kept my hands by myself on the chair as I was f****d harder and harder. He pinched my n*****s and kept thrusting. 

He covered my mouth with his giant hand as he thrusted into me over and over again. My p***y was aching and I was close to coming, before he stopped. “Don’t you dare cum.” He stated sternly as he pumped his hips again into me. I gasped, whimpering, “But.. I..” I watched him raise his hand and I wanted to be a good girl. I stopped and nodded my head. I held my c*m and watched him intently as he grew proud, but then he smacked my ass while he f****d it. I cried out as he thrusted harder, I felt him grow inside my ass as he kept thrusting harder and harder. He groaned as he emptied himself into my ass and I took it. I was panting, my p***y aching, and I was at his mercy. He pulled out and looked down at me.  

His c**k was still hard and ready. He arched his brow, I was still in a position where I was holding my legs. My p***y and asshole on display for him. He took off his tie and tied my hands around my legs, so I couldn’t move. I whined. “W-What are you doing?” I wiggled against the restraints watching him. “I will be right back.” He simply stated as he pulled up his pants, and got redressed, walking out of the room and locking the door. I whimpered, but stayed in my spot as I was told. After what felt like hours, which turned out to only be five minutes, he had closed down early. He explained to his secretary that I had left due to an emergency.. “I told her that you took off and that's why your car is in the parking lot.” He started to unbutton his shirt, staring at my p***y. He licked his lips, “That beautiful welp that has developed looks like it might be a little sore.” He ran his thumb over the welp, I whined as the new-found sting made its way up my body. 

My c**t responded with a shock of excitement and the pain. I watched him take off his shirt and his pants before walking into the other room. I heard the water and figured it would be safer to clean up after being in such a naughty hole. I shivered remembering what just happened earlier. He looked at me, as he walked back with his hard c**k in hand. He was for doing that. I’m sure it wouldn’t have happened at any other time to anyone else. I just watched him as he stroked his c**k, looking at my p***y. “I’m going to f**k you. I’m going to put you in your place and know this is all part of your therapy… with me that is.” He growled, sounding a kind of like ownership growls. 

I mewed, spreading my p***y lips with my movements. He groaned in approval as he untied my hands from around my legs. I let my legs drop on his sides as he rested the tip of his c**k on the opening of my p***y. I gasped at the size, even though my asshole was a little sore, I still remember just how big his c**k was when he filled me up. I knew it was going to feel even bigger in my p***y. He leaned down, pressing his lips against mine before shoving his c**k with one thrust into my p***y and remaining still. I gasped, he slipped his tongue into my mouth, wrapping it around my tongue. Eating my moans and screams. 

After a few moments of letting me get used to his size, he began to move. I moaned loudly into his mouth as he thrusted in and out of me. He pulled back from our kiss as he thrusted harder. Sitting up, he held my legs against me and grinded into my p***y deep. The spot he kept hitting was warning me something big was about to happen, every time he hit it. I arched my back, gripping his arms. “Some-th-thing is coming.. Oh Oh God…” I arched my back as I felt this sudden urge come over me and I screamed. I squirted all over his c**k and his balls, dripping down my p***y onto the chair. I shivered and shook as I was drained of everything in me. He groaned, thrusting deep, filling my p***y with his hot c*m. 

Growling in my ear, reminding me of what a slut I am, and grinding me as he continues to overfill me. He started to pull out, I gasped when each ridge rubbed the walls of my p***y. Panting, drained, and curled up on the chair. I looked at him, he had a look of approval as his hair was messy over his eyes. His c**k was half hard, half limp, but even then my p***y pulsed with need. I whimpered, reminding myself there was always our next appointment, because at that point I was exhausted. I was breathing pretty heavily when he stood up and walked back over to me. Kissing my forehead, he whispered, “I will see you again soon. I’ve already scheduled you for after hours.” He winked as he walked back into the bathroom to clean himself off. I smiled to myself, knowing that I was going to get f****d, and used it many, many more times.