| No time for flowers |
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| Written by sabre120 | |
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No time for Flowers
You hit the window button, saving yourself from a Prius's whining music. Needing to call me, you realize you can't, again, forgetting the headset. At the light, sweaty and tired, you sneak and smell your arm pit. Day 3 and you just can't take it anymore... You pull abruptly over, seeing the florist sign. WHATEVER it takes, you think. About to get out, thinking roses, purple, your cell phone beeps signaling a text message. You grab it and open the message. Confirming your 5:30 appointment. Don't be late! ... is all it reads. Seeing it is 5:22, you get back in the truck, and just drive. No way will you make it. Whatever-it-is. Leaving the truck too far from the curb, forgetting to lock it, you walk with quick strides, then break into a run, up the walk way to our front door. It is left cracked, you pause, then go in.
It is quiet. You call out Karen-honey- I'm home. I am at the desk. My back to you, sitting. Your late, I say. Starting to explain...you say something about flowers and traffic. I drowned you out, stand up and turn toward you, and tell you to call me Dr. Mistress K, asshole. You almost laugh, but can't. I look at you with an impatient, indifferent green stare with my black glasses perched on my nose. You can't help but notice my black fishnet leg as I begin to pace back and forth. My pencil thin heels mark the floor, piercing it. From now on, I say, come 5 minutes early and wait outside, then come in exactly at 5:30. Is that understood?, I am not asking but telling you..You start to say yes, I just cut you off and tell you that my fees are $100 dollars a minute, per visit, and you get 45. Late fees are $200 per minute just so you are clear.
I stop pacing and slap the leather sofa with a black leather whip telling you to lie down here. You back into the cold hard leather and I sit crossing my legs, as I do. A very fitted, white leather skirt covers my hips which makes it nearly impossible for me to do so, opening the slit of my skirt up my left thigh, revealing a garter belt. I am expressionless and grab the pen stuck in my severely pulled back bun. I fervently scribble something on a pad and clear my voice and say... So Andrew, tell my why you are here? You say you don't know, because you really don't. I take a big massive book from my desk and throw it at you. It almost hits your crotch, but slams to the floor, it's pages spilling open. I yell you must really be Fucked Up if you come to a shrink and don't know why! ....Are you stupid, or are you just plain shy?...inquiring. You then start to tell me something about being very sad....I interrupt with a bored look. Your feeling WHAT!?....I implore. You just repeat again how you are just so sad because you....I stand up abruptly, loudly scrapping the bare floor with my chair, and say strip!...you pathetic, little shit! Tearing off your shirt in one motion, I impatiently grab your jeans with your boxers, pulling them so hard, the buttons just pop at the fly open. You bend down to take them off your ankles and feel me whip your bare ass with the black leather. Relentless, cracking, you yelp and stumble out of your jeans. I push you back hard onto the sofa and tell you to open your legs. I bend down, my breasts falling out of their shiny black push up bra, into your face and I inspect your caged cock. I say...you are pathetic and weak crying like a little girl!!! Your cock is twitching and pulsing as it leaks onto the sofa.
Adrenaline rushes through you. Your temples are wet and beating. I clutch your balls in one hand and twist hard. You moan. I just say....what else are you feeling Andrew? You say I'm having problems sleeping and counting lines, and I interrupt with boredom, and say...lets move on....you might have an opportunity to discuss that later, as I dig my pointed leather heel into your groin. Is that all?....I bark! You say I think, for now....Okay,...I say because when were done here, none of that will matter anymore.
We'll begin with some cognitive exercises right now. Sliding up my skirt, I pull a white, silk scarf from my crotch and fling it open, covering your eyes with a mean pull. Tell me Andrew...do you jerk off a lot? You say yes. I say I know. You are a pathetic boy that probably has to jack off to Internet porn! ....I bet you like panties, don't you Andrew? I am going to give you all my panties I wore this week and you can take some time to figure out which pair I just wore home. Take all the time you need because while your doing that, I will be inspecting your cock. You feel the garments fall into your hands. I say this is not a time to hold back Andrew, your just such a sad, weak boy. I cram the pile in your face. Your heart beat can be heard and your cock rocks. I slap your balls and keep doing it with the whip. Have you figured it out asshole??...I asked. Covered in sweat and way past any point you could imagine, you sniff them wildly. Use your mouth Andrew....You Lick and I Whip...and you find the ones with fresh pussy juice and a thin film of my shit. Are you sure Andrew these are the ones???You just nod your head. Eat them clean and hurry up!!! I shove them into your mouth for you. Finally, I take them all from you without speaking. I rip off the scarf and say we need to discuss your childhood.
I say to unzip my skirt. You find the zipper and pull it down over my ass. Take it off stupid!... I say. You pull it down over my hips and I step out of it, unbuttoning my blouse and flinging it out of my way. My garter belt is whit lace holding black fishnets in place. Rip off my stocking with your nails...I command. You rip each in one pull. I straddle the chair, my legs spread wide. My blond pussy lips are open and pink. What you need is a daily routine, dickface...I state. Bring your mouth here...I point to my pussy..and say to lick my clit very slow and soft. I begin to drip with juice and jilt my pelvis, screaming. I just stand up right in the middle of this and tell you to think back to your childhood...you sorry mess....I call you. Remember wetting your bed?...I question. You get to make up for that mess now...I say. Open your mouth, you will have a daily routine of toilet training. Got it asshole!? Toilet....you are my toilet now!...I say over and over. I pull a blond strand from your hair and put my pussy to your mouth peeing in short squirts, instructing you to not make a mess this time!... I finish and look down on you. You balls are engorged and a puddle is underneath them. You have some serious issues...I explain....I believe you are turned on, you insane, sad child. Your only hope is I'm afraid, shock therapy. I am bending down and grabbing and clanging metal. My ass looks dirty and beaded with sweat. Put your wrists together behind your back...I tell you. I slip the handcuffs on tight. You need to come to terms with reality Andrew. Look at this ....I am saying. I spread my asscheeks wide and put my ass hard in your face. See how dirty it is???...I say. The reality is you are my shiteatter!....Lick it Andrew and then sick your nose in it! It smells strong and tastes bitter. Since you are obviously delusional, as well, tell me how beautiful it smells. You say it smells like roses. I take my hand and wipe it through my ass. Satisfied it's clean I move to my desk and get a small key out. I think we've made a breakthrough and need to let you vent your anger. Bending slowly down to your cock, I put my mouth on one nipple and nibble and suck, then bite the other one hard. I bend my long back gracefully to your cock and unlock it.
You ARE insane now. From under my desk, I take a vibrator/dildo and bottle of lube. This is the only course of treatment effective for your case. You are just hopeless otherwise...I say. I lube up the dildo and throw a blanket onto the bare floor and just sit on it with my legs spread wide. I tell you to strap it on me as I maneuver my hips for you. You are in no space and looking at me right now makes you need to come. I bark to turn around and you hesitate-REALLY. I bite your ass hard and then stick the dildo slowly into it. I have never done this before, but it doesn't show, as I get into a rhythm that grinds and pumps. My vibrator is on and I ride it and pump you until I am screaming and raking with spasm after spasm, gushing beneath me. I grab your cock from behind and pull up and down slow and firm, while pumping you more. Your head bursts and you are hard and thick and near exploding. Come just shoots out of you, as you mimic noises of an animal in pain and yell my name...Karen..oh my God!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You claps on the floor with me. I hold you into me gently and make soft kisses on the back of your neck. We lay there for a while and you turn toward me and pull my face into your chest and kiss the top of my head, over and over. I whisper....I think your cured.
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