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Monica
******* SESSION TWO *******
When I arrived at The Institute on Wednesday I was about a
half hour early. I presented my appointment card to the
receptionist and she smiled as an expression of recognition
registered on her face. She placed my card in a small file
box and asked me to have a seat in the waiting room.
Unlike Monday, the room was empty. Scarcely had my rump
settled in one of the over-stuffed chairs when the
receptionist appeared in the doorway.
"Miss French," she whispered as if about to share a secret
with me. "Would you please come back to the desk for a
moment?"
I stood and was walking toward her when she turned and
hurried off. In the lobby she apologized for having to
call me back, explaining that she hadn't noticed the
message attached to my file. The note instructed her to
administer my medication when I arrived.
When she fetched the bottle and cup from her file cabinet,
I saw that the drawer contained a large number of bottles,
although I couldn't tell if they were all the same.
Opening the bottle, she poured the contents into the cup
and slid it across the counter toward me. She watched me
drink it all and held out her hand for the empty.
"Thank you so much," she said. "Now you can go back in and
make yourself comfortable until your escort calls for you."
I had taken only a few steps when I heard her exaggerated
whisper. "Oh, Miss French," she said. "The door on the
far side of the waiting area leads to the rest room in case
you should need to...." Her voice trailed off as she
searched for the right words. She looked grateful when I
smiled and thanked her for telling me.
I really did appreciate the information and chose a seat
close to the door she had mentioned. I found it strange
that the waiting area had no magazines or anything for
people to pass the time with. The only entertainment was
soft "elevator music" coming from I don't know where. I
was trying to guess what might be in store for me but I
hadn't a clue. Scenes from Monday replayed in my mind.
The strange intimacies still excited me. With closed eyes
I felt Shelly's soft hands on my buttocks and recalled with
vivid clarity what she had done with the long tube. The
fact that she and Alicia had acted with more than
professional competence in carrying out their tasks did
nothing to diminish the experience.
The back of my mind was waiting for the onset of the cramps
that I knew would be coming, and there wasn't long to wait.
Whatever that stuff was, it worked fast! Rather than wait
for the panic stage, I rose and walked casually to the
door. I was pleasantly surprised to find a large and well
equipped bathroom. Besides the bare necessities, this room
had a large counter under a mirror that covered a full
wall. The sink was located in the center of the counter
instead of simply hung on the wall. Next to the commode
was a device I had read about but never actually seen. I
recognized it immediately as a bidet!
Hiking my skirt, I pulled my panties down and sat on the
toilet just as the first honest-to-goodness cramp arrived.
I let it run it's course and allowed it to force a small
amount of foul smelling matter into the bowl. It wasn't
violent like the other time; there was very little
splashing and I was grateful. For the next ten minutes or
so I allowed my body to be guided by the chemical I had
drunk and after passing an equal mix of runny stool and gas
I gradually returned to normal.
Using a few tissues, I quickly wiped my bottom and flushed
the toilet. With a feeling of excitement, I moved onto the
bidet and looked around for the handle or knob or whatever
you turn it on with. I found a large lever on the left
side, down by the floor, that looked as though it should be
operated with the foot. Pushing down slowly with my heel I
was rewarded by a fountain of warm water erupting under me.
It felt marvelous! I used both hands between my thighs to
help splash the water where it would do the most good. I
was like a little girl with a new toy as the water gently
washed away the remnants of my bowel movement.
When I was completely clean down there I withdrew my hands
and brought my thighs together tightly in an attempt to
seal off the opening. There is no separate seat on a
bidet; you sit directly on the porcelain. Confident that I
had closed the opening, I pushed down harder with my heel
and received the full cascading force of the warm geyser.
I felt as if I could stay there all day.
But a part of me yearned to see what new things I'd do
today, and from the shelf next to the bidet I took a small
white towel and dried my crotch and buttocks. Dropping the
towel into a basket below the shelf, I stood up and used
another to dry my thighs before pulling my panties back up.
When I walked back out into the waiting room I felt
wonderful and completely refreshed!
I had no just sat down and gotten comfortable when a woman
I remembered as my escort on Monday walked into the room.
"Miss French," she said softly. "We're ready for you now.
If you'd like to come with me?"
I returned her smile and told her that I was ready.
As we walked out into the hall I looked at my watch and saw
that it was still a few minutes before my actual
appointment was scheduled. It seemed strange that even
though I'd arrived early I did not have to sit and wait. I
reasoned that they would normally have a delay built into
the schedule to give the laxative time to take effect.
What I was unaware of then, and indeed did not learn until
several sessions later, was that as soon as I had walked
through the door, early or not, all of the necessary people
knew I was there and began preparing for my session. In
fact, my activities were being recorded on video tape by
means of hidden cameras! Well, more about that later.
This time we walked all the way to the end of the long
hallway and swung into another. My escort led me to a door
some distance down the hall and knocked softly a few times.
When the door opened, I was greeted by a very pretty young
woman.
"Good morning, Monica," she said softly. "Won't you come
in?"
At the sound of her voice I knew who she was, though she
had looked only vaguely familiar at first glance. It was
Carol McGee! My escort left and I stepped inside the room
as Carol moved aside for me.
Instead of the uniform she had worn on Monday, Carol was
dressed in a full-length gown. It was actually a kimono,
the kind of thing you see Japanese women wearing in movies,
and it was lavishly embroidered with scenes of trees and
dragons.
Carol closed the door, turned and extended her hand with a
friendly smile. I took the hand and marveled at the
softness of her skin. It was really more than just a
friendly handshake.... she drew me close to her and,
before I knew it, we embraced. Carol acted so naturally
that I felt no un ease. Actually, I was relieved to be
with someone I knew because I had been a little nervous.
We stepped apart and stood looking at each other. Her
smile was genuine and my hesitation melted.
She told me that she had prepared a warm bath and suggested
that it might help me relax. I told her that it sounded
great and followed her into the living room of a gracious
apartment. It was beautifully furnished, decorated in such
a way that I could believe it a model from Better Homes &
Gardens! We entered a short hallway with a room on either
side. I caught a glimpse of the bedroom as we turned the
opposite way. The few details I was able to see were as
impressive as the living room had been.
The bathroom was huge! The focus was a red enamelled tub
in the center, large enough for a party! Looking around
the room, I noted that everything that would normally be
white porcelain was the same deep red. Carol was watching
my face and laughed a little as she asked me how I liked
it. All I could manage was "Wow." We giggled a little
over my reaction and Carol pointed out the dressing area.
"You can hang your clothes over there, Monica." She leaned
against the rim of the tub and watched me undress.
She was watching me, but not in a way that made me nervous.
I found that I didn't mind at all as I unbuttoned my blouse
and shrugged it off. Pulling my skirt down, I stepped out
of it and was attaching it to the clips on a hanger when
Carol complimented me.
"You have very nice legs," she said in a way that would
have sounded more natural coming from a man but which made
me feel good none-the-less.
"Thanks." I reached back with both hands to unhook my bra.
Her eyes were glued to my chest. When I slipped the straps
from my shoulders and tossed it onto the counter, Carol
drew a deep breath. When she said that my breasts were
beautiful I felt an immediate flush in my cheeks as I
thanked her again. I pushed my shoes off and slid them
against the wall under the clothes rack. Thumbs under the
waistband, I bent over to slide my panties down. I was
still not feeling self- conscious, much to my surprise, but
was aware of her gaze as she watched me turn to toss the
panties next to my bra.
"How are you coping with the loss of your hair, Monica?"
she asked as I walked toward her, her eyes directed now to
that part of my body. I told her that I'd decided that I
kind of liked it; it made me feel cleaner. Tretching out
her hand, she helped me over the edge of the tub into the
warm scented water. She continued to hold my hand gently
as I sank slowly down and sat on the small ledge under the
water's surface.
"Shall I join you in the tub?" Although she framed it as a
question, I'm certain she expected the answer I gave.
"Please, Carol. I'd like that very much." She smiled
warmly and stood up, her eyes on mine. I pulled my gaze
away from her face and watched her untie the wide sash
around her waist. In slow motion she opened the front of
the gown and presented her nakedness to me.
Again the only word I could manage was "Wow" and I spoke it
as the gown slipped from her shoulders to the floor. I had
never seen such exquisite beauty in person before. Carol
McGee could have stepped out of a Penthouse center-fold!
She thanked me for the compliment and gracefully swung her
leg up and over the edge of the tub to climb in. I watched
speechless as her lower body disappeared under the water
and she sat directly across from me. I had noticed that
she too was without pubic hair and thought she looked
perfectly natural that way.
We sat there motionless in the water for a few moments just
looking into each other's eyes before Carol spoke again.
"I love to just sit in here and soak," she said dreamily.
She reached over the edge of the tub and turned a valve.
The water began to swirl. Next came two large soft
sponges. Leaning forward in the water, she floated toward
me and handed one to me.
"The soap is in the tray right next to you, Monica," she
said as she turned and sat next to me on the ledge. "If
you'll hand it to me I'll do your back." I readily
accepted with a smile and handed her the bar of Ivory.
My mind was whirling! I had hoped that I would get the
chance to feel her hands on my body but was too timid to
make the first move. I think she knew that, and her offer
to "do my back" was one that sounded reasonable. I let
myself imagine where this might be leading and the
possibilities excited me.
Carol began stroking gently with the sponge, and the warm
water felt nice. She washed my back for several minutes
before rinsing it.
"Would you like to do me now?"
"Oh, yes."
Carol turned her back to me and I began soaping my sponge.
To keep from sliding around on the slick shelf, I put my
free hand on her shoulder to steady myself. Her skin was
smooth and soft. I was sort of moving my hand around on
her shoulder while making big soapy circles on her back
with the sponge when I felt her hand on mine.
"Here, try it this way," she said and pulled my hand down
from her shoulder and under her arm. She guided my arm
around her side and cupped my hand firmly on her breast.
"Thanks," I said. "That's much better." I squeezed gently
and marveled at her firmness as I circled her nipple with
my index finger. She sighed softly and rolled her head
back when I kissed the junction of her neck and shoulder.
Things started happening quite fast then. Oh, I don't mean
that we moved around in the tub real fast. But it all
seemed so natural and spontaneous that we began exploring
each other's body under pretense of "washing." Let me just
say this ... when we finally stepped out of the tub some
time later, we were both squeaky clean! Some areas of our
bodies had been washed and rinsed multiple times, our
ministrations bringing various giggles and sighs from the
other. Our mutual helpfulness naturally continued through
the process of drying off as we rubbed and patted each
other with large fluffy towels.
Carol said she was feeling a little chilly, and I would
have mentioned it too but I was not able to put words to
any negative thoughts.
"I know it's warmer in the bedroom, Monica," she said as
she pulled the towel around her tightly and hurried toward
the door. I followed right behind, clutching my towel as
my chin jittered up and down from the chill.... it had
felt so heavenly in the tub. She waited for me to enter
the bedroom with her before closing the door tightly and I
immediately started to feel warmer.
The bedroom was beautiful! It actually had a fireplace set
into the wall on our right, flames licking up and around
the glowing logs. Carol explained that it wasn't a real
fireplace, just a very authentic looking unit powered by
natural gas. The logs weren't real either, but the effect
was great. A white plush rug separated the dark green
velvet sofa from the heart, and smaller versions covered
the floor on either side of the huge four-poster bed.
Carol pointed out that the king-sized water bed had many
individual cells so that it didn't slosh back and forth
when you pushed on it. The bed was dark mahogany, with
shelves and compartments in the headboard for things that
you might want while in bed. The large dressing table had
a nice big mirror and a wide bench seat, all of the same
dark mahogany and highly polished.
"Let's sit by the fire for a while and warm up."
I didn't need to be coaxed. Instead of sitting on the
sofa, as I was about to do, Carol sat down on the big white
rug and leaned back against the sofa. Catching my hand,
she patted a spot on the rug next to her and pulled me down
next to her. So we sat side by side staring into the fire
for a while. Our knees were drawn up close in front of us
and I could feel the warmth from the fireplace on my shins
and the backs of my thighs. We were very close together; I
felt a bit awkward because she wasn't saying anything or
even doing anything. Our shoulders, hips, and upper thighs
were actually touching and I found myself thinking about a
small spot on my shoulder where it met hers, and how it was
beginning to feel uncomfortable. I didn't want to move
away, even an inch, but it seemed that we would be more
comfortable if one of us would put her arm around the
other. I turned my head slowly and examined the side of
her pretty face as she continued to stare into the fire. I
knew that she knew (does that sound right?) I was looking
at her and after a few moments she looked at me and smiled.
She lifted her right arm and brought it around my
shoulders, pulling me closer to her. I gratefully returned
her smile as I felt the soft side-swell of her breast
against my own.
She asked if I were comfortable now, and I told her, with
no influence from the drug, that I was "very comfortable."
She smiled again and looked back toward the fire. I
couldn't take my eyes from her, she was so pretty, and when
she spoke I watched her lips move. I know this sounds
terribly stupid, but the mood was intimate and I felt very
close to her.
Carol told me about herself and her job at The Institute.
She had been there for three years, the last in her present
capacity, and enjoyed it very much. In what seemed a bold
move, I reached up to my right shoulder and covered her
hand with my own. She paused to look at me and smiled
again.
Her primary job was to screen applicants on their first
visit, as she had with me. She qualified that, adding that
only applicants for one of the sexually related services
required screening. In most cases, that single meeting was
the only contact she'd have with the client; but her duties
were flexible enough to allow more direct participation in
the therapy if she wished. She seldom did, however, for
most applicants fell into a category she described simply
as "undesirable."
She turned toward me and her eyes peered into my soul.
Once in a great while, she said, she saw someone across her
desk that she felt compelled to become involved with. I
didn't notice her other hand moving because I was deep in
her eyes, but the soft touch on my cheek made me lean
toward her. When I kissed her mouth, time seemed to stand
still -- but my mind did not! I was kissing another woman
on the mouth and my breast burned where it pressed against
hers. I wondered fleetingly if I were a lesbian, and
realized that I didn't care! I only wanted to be with
Carol McGee. I remember clearly her hand moving down to my
breast, her tongue slipping between my lips, the taste of
her sweetness. But I remember only vaguely her saying
something about the bed, and it seemed so natural that we
should go there.
We stood and she held my hand gently as she led me across
the short distance to the bed. Carol turned me around and
eased me back onto the bed, following me there as I scooted
into the center. She fit so nicely between my thighs as I
felt her weight bear down on me. Her mouth covered my own
once again and our breasts nestled comfortably together.
She pressed her soft mound against my crotch; I lifted my
knees and rested my calves across her hips as if she were a
man.
Then I opened my eyes for a moment and saw us in the giant
mirror on the ceiling! The scene was so erotic that I
cannot describe my feelings. There was Carol's beautiful
back. My arms wrapped tightly around her and my legs
clutched at her hips; I closed my eyes once again in an
attempt to record the image in my memory.
Carol lifted her lips from mine and moved downward slowly,
the light perspiration on our skin allowing her to slide
without rising. Drawing my left nipple into her mouth she
began sucking rhythmically and biting ever so softly,
finally letting it go to trace a path of tiny kisses and
nibbles across to the other. When she began moving down
again, her hot lips seemed to burn their way down to my
navel where her tongue probed and licked. I followed her
progress in the mirror. My hands were in her hair now and
I opened my thighs farther for her as I felt lips and
tongue on my pubic mound. Another series of kisses and
bites that were not at all painful.
Only once before had I experienced what Carol McGee was
about to give me. A guy I kind of liked claimed he wanted
to, but I think it was only because I had sucked his cock
and he felt obligated. It was a great novelty, but he
might just as well have saved his time. I didn't enjoy it
very much. He was rough and in a hurry -- and he
complained about the hair in his mouth. I told him it felt
wonderful but that he didn't need to do it. He didn't
argue, and I'm sure he didn't enjoy it either. The only
similarity between what he did and what Carol did was the
basic mechanics. He licked my cunt.
What Carol did defies description. She made love to me
with her mouth and brought me to the first of several
climaxes before she even got to my cunt! She devoted a lot
of attention to the soft mound covering my pubic bone and I
was floating away! When she finally moved down into my
crotch, I think she intentionally bypassed my clitoris,
maybe choosing to leave the best for last. I couldn't
control my hips and began involuntarily to rock my pelvis
against her mouth. When her thumbs pulled my outer lips
apart and the tip of her tongue actually entered the mouth
of my vagina I thought I had died and gone to heaven! It
was obvious that she really wanted to give me pleasure, and
that really set me off. That, and the softly muffled
sounds as she gently sucked and kissed and nibbled every
part of my cunt before moving down and actually kissing the
small ring of my anus. I became aware of tears on my
cheeks and I wanted so badly to be able to return the
pleasure for her.
Carol saved the best for last and when her tongue reached
the small throbbing bud I nearly passed out from
anticipation realized. I looked up at my reflection and
watched my belly moving in and out with my rapid breathing.
Had I not known personally what I was feeling, I'd have
thought the expression in the mirror showed panic or fear
rather than the intense pleasure that filled me. She was
gentle and patient, never pushing me over the threshold
into pain. I sensed my clitoris growing and rising between
her lips, something that I had only heard about. I floated
on a heavenly cloud and my entire existence seemed centered
on that small organ; wave after wave of unspeakable
pleasure emanated from it and rippled throughout my body.
I don't know how much time had passed, but suddenly Carol's
face was close to mine and she was smiling. I could smell
myself on her face and her lips and chin glistened with the
moisture they held. I held her face and kissed her mouth
tenderly and I told her that I loved her. Inside, I knew
that what I meant was that I loved what she had done and
I'm sure she knew understood. Yet when I said that I
wanted to make love to her, I feared that she might not let
me.
With no other words I held her shoulders and slowly pushed
her over onto her back. She moved with me and I found that
I felt really strange looking down at the face of this
woman. I tried to act as though I were in control, but I
was only repeating what I remembered her doing. It didn't
make the experience any less important, but I wished I
could do something original, something that she hadn't
already done. The indecision soon vanished when I looked
into her eyes and kissed her lips. I was doing what I
wanted to do. Did I bring her as much pleasure as I hoped?
Or at least as much as I had received? I don't know -- but
her body was exciting.
Everything was new to me: her nipples between my lips; the
way they hardened when I sucked them; her stomach moving up
and down as I kissed it and ran my tongue around her belly
button. There was one awkward moment when I wondered where
to put my arms and hands, but I found that by encircling
her thighs with my arms and caressing her stomach with my
hands I was quite comfortable. I kissed and nibbled at her
mound and the soft skin of her inner thighs.
I learned what a woman tastes and smells like and I hoped,
above all, that I was bringing Carol pleasure! At some
point, her hips began moving rhythmically and I could hear
her rapid and shallow breathing. Her hands clutched the
back of my head, urging my tongue deeper as I probed
between her lips and felt the rippling waves emanating from
deep within her. Her vagina seemed to squeeze rhythmically
at the tip of my tongue as I strained to push it into her.
The slight salty taste of the area around her anus was not
at all unpleasant, and I was reassured and encouraged by
the sound of her moaning softly as I ran the flat surface
of my tongue over it again and again.
I found her clitoris to be hot as I sucked gently on it,
and I felt it grow out of it's small sheath as she ground
her pelvis against my face. Her thighs, where they touched
my cheeks, were trembling and her stomach rose and fell
under my hands, just as I had seen my own to do. It seemed
that I was indeed making her feel good.
When Carol reached down and grasped my shoulders, pulling
me up to her, I was gratified to see that her face was
flushed and that she was smiling warmly. We spent some
time then just lying there and looking at each other.
There seemed no need for talk. I finally broke the silence
by saying something corny. I told her that I was glad she
had seen fit to "get involved" with my therapy. She
apparently didn't find it corny though, because she smiled
and touched my cheek.
"So am I."
A knock on the door brought us out of our reverie, and I
watched Carol rise and put on her robe. I couldn't hear
what was said in the living room, but she was carrying my
clothes when she returned.
"I'm sorry, Monica," she said. "I wish we could stay
together longer but your escort has come to fetch you."
She sat on the edge of the bed and watched me dress. I
think she sensed my mood.
"We'll be seeing more of each other." Those were the words
I wanted to hear, and although the frenzy we had shared a
few minutes earlier was gone now, she came to me when I had
finished dressing and kissed me on the lips. We hugged
each other as if I were leaving on a long trip and I
couldn't help the tears when I left with the escort.
I stopped at the reception counter on the way out and the
lady gave me a card for my next appointment on Friday. I
could think of nothing else as I drove home.
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