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Subject: {ASSM} {ASSD} Slut Therapy by Katie McN  (f/F, Fdom, Humil, Blackmail, BDSM, Parody)
Date: Tue, 17 Dec 2002 19:10:03 -0500
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Slut Therapy

By Katie McN <katie@katie-mcnNOSPAM.com>

(c) Copyright 2002, Katie McN


"Take these handcuffs off me, Kayla, and give me my clothes 
back right now.  I'm really getting mad."

I couldn't understand how it happened.  I'm a licensed 
psychotherapist and always in control.  Until today that 
is.

I'd been seeing Kayla McNamara for about two months.  Our 
sessions started out at an hour at a time, but her problems 
were so severe I decided to extend the time to a full 
afternoon every week.  Thirteen is a difficult age for most 
girls and Kayla was certainly not the exception.  She was 
very shy, introverted to the extreme and naive about almost 
everything in life.  While other girls were trying to look 
like Britney Spears, Kayla seemed to be emulating Mother 
Theresa.  Dowdy clothes, no makeup, hair askew and little 
or no sense of style and grace.  I knew I had my work cut 
out for me as soon as I saw her.

I was ashamed to say we made no progress in the two months 
since she started seeing me.  Today, was the first four 
hour session and I decided to try something new.  I asked 
her to bring in all the things she thought were important.  
Maybe I could get her to talk about them and open up to me.

"This is my sister's diary, Dr.  Alexander.  I read it all 
the time and don't believe a word of it.  She's a liar.  
That's all.  Just a liar."

"Kayla, I told you to call me Madison.  We should try to be 
friends and work on things together."

"I'm sorry Dr.  Alexander.  I'm mean Madison."

"I don't know if it's right for you to get into your 
sister's diary.  That's pretty personal and she might not 
like it."

I thought she was thinking it over, but I never could tell 
with that girl.  She didn't seem to play with the same 
rules as everyone else.

"Well, maybe I won't read it anymore, but since I brought 
it in, maybe we could talk about some things I found in 
here."

This is what I'd been waiting for.  Finally, she wanted to 
talk and I could sense a break through.

"Okay then, let's talk.  Tell me what you found that's so 
interesting in your sister's book."

Kayla read me several entries where her sister described 
getting dressed for school or going out on a date.  There 
seemed to be quite a few descriptions of matching bra and 
panty sets, thongs, push up bras and all the undies teen 
girls like to experiment with as the move from little girl 
to woman.

"No way, Dr.  Madison.  Girls wouldn't wear stuff like 
this.  What's wrong with my sister? She makes me nervous 
and I'm scarred."

I thought it was so sad.  The poor girl knew nothing and 
she was getting the wrong message from her sister's diary.  
I had a pretty good idea about why she was so messed up.

"Kayla, you know I'm a professional woman and certainly 
wouldn't do anything kinky."

"Well, yes", she said in a voice seemed a little skeptical.

Something made me pull my skirt up above my nylon top where 
I revealed a garter and the red suspender that attached to 
my garter belt.  I could see the look of disbelief on 
Kayla's face when she realized I was wearing underwear 
every bit as sexy as the items described in the diary.

"You wear sexy underwear, too, Doctor M.  Does that mean 
it's normal for girls to wear stuff like you have on?"

She got me to pull up my skirt and stand in the middle of 
the room as she walked around studying every detail of my 
black seamed nylons, red garter belt and matching red 
panties.  I loved wearing sexy lingerie and somehow I was 
getting turned on standing there on display with the young 
girl taking it all in.

"Gee, doctor, I can see right through the back of your 
panties."

I felt her hand rubbing my butt as she talked.  She was 
feeling the flimsy material and also starting to have an 
effect on me.  I felt her hand gently trace one of my butt 
cheeks and then I had a difficult time standing still while 
her finger moved up and down in the crack between my two 
round globes.  I didn't want to stop her exploration 
because this was the first time I got her to talk and I 
didn't want to ruin the moment.

When she asked me if my bra matched my panties, I decided 
it wouldn't matter if I slipped my dress off since we were 
both female.  I felt a little shiver of anticipation as I 
threw my dress to the chair and waited for her to continue 
her inspection.  I was amazed at the glow forming in my 
pussy and noticed that I was wet.  For some reason I got 
very excited when she looked at me in my exposed state.

"Wow, a strapless push up bra.  I've only seen things like 
that in books.'

She was doing more than looking.  She cupped my breasts 
with her hands and I felt an insistent squeezing as she 
examined the flimsy red garment.  My nipples started to 
stick out and I could feel the heat flow from the tips of 
my breasts to the rest of my body.  I thought I was going 
to lose control and I wanted her to stop, but I wanted to 
find out how this was going to end even more.

"How come your panties are transparent in the back and 
opaque in the front."

While she talked her hand slid between my legs and grabbed 
my pussy.  I felt the fingers of her hand glide slowly 
between my legs.  He finger was trying to split the lips of 
my cunt and I felt a firm pressure on my slit as her finger 
pushed the panties into my cunt.  I almost pushed her hand 
away, but lost my breath when her knuckle marched across my 
swollen clit.  I lost track of everything except her hand 
and my pleasure.  I knew I should stop her, but I wanted 
her to go on even more.  Lust was clouding my mind and it 
was almost too late to turn back.

"What about this doctor." I came back to reality and saw 
her pointing to another entry in the diary.  "It says here 
that girls kiss and even put their tongues in each others 
mouths.  How gross."

I tried to explain to her that some girls liked to kiss 
each other and that she shouldn't be so judgmental.  We 
talked about it for a few minutes and then somehow I found 
myself showing her how to kiss.  I was surprised at how 
quickly she learned and how easily I was being turned on.  
I was still in my underwear and found I was enjoying the 
opportunity to show off.

I felt her lips press against mine and her tiny tongue 
traced a route across my lower lip.  It felt like a tiny 
jolt of electricity that moved from my lip to some hidden 
place inside my brain.  Her tongue was like a key that 
opened my mouth to her exploration.  Her tongue snuck 
inside and quickly found mine waiting there in the dark.  
Her mouth had the sweet scented taste of ambrosia and her 
tongue was like a lovable dragon trying wrap it's love 
around a mate.

She had me kiss her again and again.  She delighted in what 
we were doing as if she invented the kiss and now wanted to 
make sure it didn't go away.  My breath was coming in gasps 
and my chest rose and fell over the constant thumping of my 
heart.  Her hands were moving over my naked skin.  Her hand 
stopped at my bra strap and then moved on to the elastic of 
my panties.  A finger slipped inside and marched along the 
trail formed by my butt cheeks.  My back arched to give her 
better access and my tits pressed into hers.  I felt my 
heat and felt my wetness.  I felt my lust and felt my 
passion.

"Okay Doctor, I guess kissing is pretty good, but look at 
this.  No one would be dumb enough to let someone put 
handcuffs on.  This is just silly."

At first she seemed skeptical that people would play little 
fantasy games.  I told her that we all have things in the 
back of our minds we might like to try and if we found a 
willing partner, it would nice for both people.  We talked 
some more and I thought she was finally beginning to see 
the light.

"I guess you're right doctor." She pulled a pair of 
handcuffs from her bag and dangled them from her hand.  "My 
sister had these in her room so I guess she does play those 
games."

"Yes, Kayla, it's just something fun to do.  Would you like 
to try the game?"

I thought I would put the cuffs and her so she could feel 
how much fun a fantasy game could be.  Before I could do 
it, she had my hands behind my back and secured the cuffs 
on my wrists.

"Hey, this is really way cool, Madison.  I can do anything 
I want to you and you can't stop me."

Kayla was making me nervous.  She hadn't done anything yet, 
but she did have a strange look on her face.  I felt very 
helpless with the cuffs holding my arms behind my back.  My 
nipples were still sticking out and for some reason I was 
getting turned on by being exposed and helpless.

"Gee, Madison, I could do anything I wanted and you 
couldn't stop me.  This is so cool."

I wasn't feeling the same way.  She squeezed my nipples 
through the material of my bra and got them standing up 
straight like two little soldiers.  She traced the hills of 
my breasts with her hand and let a finger slide into the 
separation.  Her finger moved down to my bra and slowly 
pulled on the cups until my tits popped out of their 
enclosure.

"What are you doing, Kayla?"

"Anything I want of course.  Why don't you shut up and let 
me have fun."

"Who do you think you're talking to young lady?"

"Just some dumb broad who is standing hear in her underwear 
with handcuffs holding her arms behind her back." She let 
her hand slip between my legs and grabbed my pussy so hard 
I almost doubled over.  "She can't do shit about it 
either."

"This has gone on far enough, Kayla."

"Fuck you, Madison.  If you don't shut up, I'm going to 
start screaming and I'll get the receptionist.  You'll be 
in deep shit then."

My god.  No one would believe that a young girl could trick 
a mature woman into taking off her dress and putting on 
handcuffs.  I remained silent as I tried frantically to 
figure away out of this mess.

"Okay doc, I've been reading up on this and I want to get a 
few things straight.  First, you better start calling me 
mistress.  Understand?"

"Yes, Kayla."

"What!"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Ah, that's better bitch.  Now you better show me some 
respect and do just what I tell you.  I've got a few more 
tricks in my bag to make sure you do."

She dumped the contents of her bag on my desk after pushing 
my things to the floor.  I didn't recognize most of what 
she had, but the cat of nine tails and riding crop looked 
ominous.

Her hands found the back of my bra and I felt her unsnap it 
one hook at a time.  When it was completely unfastened she 
pulled it back and forth across my breasts.  My nipples 
were being tortured by the rough material sliding over 
them.  I tried to move away from her, but she had me 
trapped.

My breasts jiggled and bounced when she let my bra pop off 
my tits.  I felt my face turn red as her hands moved easily 
over my boobs.  She pulled my nipple until it hurt and then 
let it snap back into place.  She pulled both nipples next 
and held them until I moaned.  Somehow this all seemed 
right and yet I was the prisoner of a 13 year old girl.

"You like this don't you, Madison?"

"No, let me go now."

"YOU LIKE THIS DON'T YOU, MADISON?"

"Yes, Mistress, I like it."

"Yes, I thought you did.  You better like everything I do 
if you know what's good for you.  Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good."

With that, I felt a finger from each hand slide into the 
elastic of my panties.  She pulled them down very slowly 
while she smirked in my face.  I could just feel the top 
clear the start of my pussy hair when she grabbed the red 
silky garment with both hands and tore it off my body.  I 
was more than naked standing there in nothing but heels, 
stockings and garter belt.  I couldn't cover up and she 
didn't try to disguise her lewd glances at my body.

"Well, why don't you open your mouth as wide as you can.  
Madison."

I had no idea what she had in mind, but decided I better go 
along with her until I had a chance to get away.  As soon 
as my mouth was opened, she jammed my panties into it and 
pushed my chin closed.

"Now I want you to take good care of those panties.  If you 
drop them I'm going to do something really bad to you.  Do 
you understand."

I couldn't talk with the silk garment in my mouth so I just 
nodded my head.

"Now spread your legs, Doc.  That's a good girl."

Her hand was on my pussy.  She was rubbing me in a constant 
motion and I could feel her finger slide up and down my 
slit.  Her hand wasn't moving very fast.  Just enough to 
tease and taunt my body, but not enough to give me the 
release I needed so badly.  I could hardly think straight.  
She had me on the ropes and I wanted it to end.

I felt an orgasm sneak up on my body and I tensed for its 
pleasure.  She must have felt it, too.  She stopped just 
long enough for me to cool off and then started in again.  
She did it over and over until I was crying with 
frustration.

"Does the good doctor want to get off? To bad I can't 
understand you with those panties in your mouth.  Oh well.  
I guess we'll play another game."

She stopped moving her hand and left one finger inside me.  
I tried to move my body to get off.  She let me thrust my 
cunt into her hand over again without moving it.  I didn't 
care how foolish I looked.  I was desperate and needed her 
hand.

Just as I was ready to get off on my own she said, "Ooops, 
times up.  You should have been faster, Madison.  Well, 
you'll know better next time."

She pushed me down on my knees and then made me sit back on 
my legs.  I was very uncomfortable, but couldn't do 
anything about it.  I was relieved when she pulled the 
panties from my mouth and gasped for breath when my mouth 
was empty.

I watched as she unzipped her granny dress and let it drop 
to the ground.  I was stunned when I realized she was 
wearing a bondage uniform underneath her cotton shroud.  My 
god where did a 13 year old get something like that?

She grabbed my hair and buried my face between her legs.  I 
could smell her lust and feel the shaved smoothness of her 
pussy.  When she pulled my hair harder I realized I had no 
choice and tentatively licked her pussy.  She used my hair 
as a rudder and controlled my actions to suit her needs.

My tongue was buried in her slit and I tasted a flood of 
her juices pour into my mouth.  My tongue was twirling 
around inside her pussy as I lapped up the liquid that 
cover my tongue and face.

She pulled hard on my hair and screamed out her orgasm.  I 
felt her body tense and tremble.  She shuddered as she lost 
control to her lust.  Nothing but the sound of animal lust 
and woman passion.

It seemed like forever before she finally got control of 
herself.  I hoped it was over, but I was wrong.

"Okay, Madison.  Hop up on your desk.  Get a move on."

She made me kneel down in the middle of my desk and bend my 
body in a 90 degree angle.  My tits hung loosely pointing 
toward the desk like two upside down mountains.  They 
swayed back and forth with every little movement.  When I 
finally spread my legs and arched my back to her 
satisfaction, she jammed my panties back into my mouth.  I 
felt like a fool and must have looked even worse.

I noticed something strange.  No matter how bad things got, 
my body betrayed me and seemed to want even more to happen.  
My pussy was wet and I felt heat radiate to every part of 
my body.  My lust was all I could think of.  I knew I 
should stop this, but I couldn't think and didn't know what 
to do.

"I think you need a few decorations, Madison.  You're just 
all naked and stuff.  Let's see what I've got for you."

I muffled a scream when she put the first nipple clamp on 
the sensitive tip of my breast.  She just laughed and found 
the other clamp which soon held my other nipple in a 
permanent erection.  I didn't know what she was going to do 
with the third clamp until I felt her trap my swollen clit 
it its vise like grip.  I felt pain and suddenly spit the 
panties out of my mouth with a scream.

"Oh, too bad.  Now I have to punish you.  Don't you agree, 
Madison."

I went along with her and said, "Yes, Mistress.  You have 
to punish me."

"I'm glad you agree."

I felt the cat of nine tails crash on my back.

Twack! Twack! Twack!

Stripes of heat seemed to be forming over my back in all 
the many places where the razor sharp lashes struck.  I 
cried out once again.

"Damn.  You're not learning anything.  So I guess I have to 
do it again."

Twack! Twack! Twack!

This time I was able to hold back my scream.  I was 
relieved to see her throw the cat to the ground.

"Now let's see.  Yes, I was decorating you."

She picked up a ten inch long round cylinder that had a 
large red and yellow feather attached at one end.  The 
other end was slightly rounded and blunt.  I refused to 
scream as she jammed the butt plug into my asshole.  I 
realized that I must look like a fool, but it was now far 
too late to do anything about it.  I was in her power and 
had no other choice.

Next she took a bright red lipstick and colored my areolas 
until my breasts looked like parody.  She roughly colored 
my lips making sure to enlarge their look and took no care 
in being neat.  She painted my cheeks with a bright red 
rouge and I could fell myself being turned into some sort 
of clown.

She has the largest container of hair gel I'd ever seen.  
She poured it over my head and molded it into something 
that must have looked like a hair style the Bride of 
Frankenstein would wear.  Once she had it looking hideously 
the way she wanted it, she took out some spray colors and 
turned it purple, orange and blue.  She used the rest of 
the purple color on my back and spelled out, "F-U-C-K M-E 
N-O-W!"

She produced a bar and used the ropes on the two ends to 
tie up my ankles.  My legs were now spread apart and I 
couldn't close them.  Just to remind me how much was 
exposed, she pressed several fingers roughly into my pussy 
and twisted them around until I could hardly stand the 
sensation.

Next a cord was attached from my hand cuffs to the bar 
spreading my legs.  It split my butt cheeks and put 
pressure on the butt plug that was still sticking out from 
my asshole.

I couldn't move.

" I think we need a remembrance picture, don't you 
Madison?"

She started snapping away with a digital camera.  I 
realized she was only one step away from being able to post 
pictures of me on the internet.  My god what was I going to 
do?

She set up a tripod and started a video camera.  When she 
was happy with her setup, she took out the riding crop and 
started wailing away wildly on my ass.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Every time I cried out it caused her to hit me again and 
again.  Somehow I was able to stifle my screams and see 
decided to stop.  My body was now covered with red welts.  
I knew it wouldn't be possible for me to sit down for 
several days and I certainly couldn't expect to lay my back 
down on anything.

Even though I was in extreme pain, I realized that my body 
was betraying me.  My pussy was soaked and I longed for 
more of her brutal treatment.

"Now I've got one more thing to do here and you better not 
make a mistake.  Do you understand?"

Somehow I was able to mumble a "Yes" and she continued on 
with her torture.  I felt the riding crop get stuffed into 
my swollen pussy.  I was very wide, but the handle on the 
crop was big enough to jam into my womanhood.  It was stuck 
in the hole between my legs like some grotesque cock 
without a rider.

"Okay, Doctor Alexander.  I have to leave now, but I'm sure 
your receptionist will come in to get you eventually.  I'll 
just take my stuff with me.  I'm sure all my friends are 
going to love the videos and pictures."

With that she was gone.

I've been here for over three hours.  I knew I would be 
trapped until the morning.  My receptionist never bothered 
me when the door was closed and by now she had gone home.  
I couldn't move and had to wait until my assistant arrived 
in the morning.

Then I realized it was Friday and no one would be around 
until Monday.  My god.  It was then that I noticed the 
video camera still pointing at me.  When I saw the antenna 
I knew that it was broadcasting to some remote location.  I 
had the whole weekend to think about who might be watching 
the broadcast.


The End 


Let me know what you think of my story .  .  .

By Katie McN <katie@katie-mcnNOSPAM.com>


Read more of my stories here .  .  .

www.katie-mcn.com

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