THE PSYCHIATRIST
Author: Closet Fetishist
Story Codes: nosex Fdom Msub ds flatu fart
This story begins a few years ago. I had known for a
long time, since about 6, that I had enjoyed farts and
fantasize about them in various...uh...situations,
usually captivity and torture. I thought myself
extremely weird because of this and quickly became a
loner person in fear that my secret would be exposed
somehow. When I got to about my teens, I became
extremely interested and after a few online searches I
found it wasn't as taboo as I had once thought. It was
actually something other people experienced as well
and I was not the only one. Even with this new
development, I still felt very strange having it and
decided that I would see a psychiatrist about it, to
talk it over. I had beaten myself up many times after
I had made the appointment, thinking about how stupid
the doctor would think I am or how strange. He'll
probably laugh me out of his office, I thought to
myself horrified.
The day finally came and all throughout I picked up
the phone to cancel only to slam it back down again. I
had to do this. The time came and I drove to the
doctor's office. The door read, Dr. Jane Thomas. Oh
dear. It's a she?! She might think I am a freak or a
pervert or something if I tell her all this stuff. I
better just leave. I turned to leave when the door
opened. Another patient walked out and the secretary,
thought the opened door, caught a glimpse of me
standing there wearing an extremely worried expression
on my face and sweating to high heaven.
"Uh sir...?" Damn, I thought to myself. I had been
spotted and what's more talked to. I decided to gather
my composure and walk in. I walked to the secretary's
desk and she said, rather cheerfully.
"Yes, can I help you?
"Uh...ya, I'd like to see the psychiatrist?" I
managed to mumble out, I was sure I would have to say
it again.
"Do you have an appointment?"
"Um�ya, It should be Ben Richardson."
"Ah yes, there you are Mr. Richardson. Go right ahead
the doctor is free." She gestured at a door to her
side. I knocked on the door and was called in. I
closed the door behind me and when my eyes rose to the
doctor I was awestruck by a beautiful creature. She
wore a tight business type suit with a skirt to match.
I stared at her gorgeous figure for a long while.
"Hi...," the doctor looked at her clipboard. "Ben, is
it?"
"Ydesa...," I said, stupidly. What the hell did I
say, I thought to myself. I shook my head out of my
stupor and replied properly. "Uh...ya, I'm Ben and you
must be Dr. Thomas?"
"Please call me, Jane."
"If you insist."
"So why have you come to see me today?"
"Well...," I started to laugh a bit to myself. The
doctor looked at me, smiling as well in a very kind
and respectful way not like she was making fun of me.
"Um...well, I really don't know where to start."
"Alright, well you must have a reason for coming
here. Just say it."
"Well, what I have to say have been a secret from
everyone for many years. I have never told a soul."
"I see and understand. Remember, I am not here to
judge you; I am just here to help you. What you say
will not leave this office."
"Um...uh...well...," I began to sweat again,
profusely. She saw this and came over to comfort me.
"Please relax Ben." I felt better with her comfort.
She sat me on the couch and she returned to her chair
across from me.
"Felling better?" She asked.
"Yes, thanks."
"Well, let's start at the beginning then...what d.."
I interrupted her. "No, that's ok...I'll tell you."
"Alright go ahead."
"I...I...I...I think I am a fetishist." I felt a load
lift off my shoulders with the letting go of those
words."
"Oh my, that is quite a mighty kettle of fish." I
found the phrase odd but I understood what she meant.
"Ya..."
"Well, what is the problem you are having with this?"
"Well, it's the kind of fetishist."
"And what kind may that be, Ben?"
"Uh...fart."
"Excuse me?" She asked, quite surprised.
"I have a fetish of female farts and what's more...,"
I continued to blurt out, "I like to fantasize about
domination with farts." I realized I had said a bit to
much and decided to look at the floor, embarrassed,
and did not look up until she finally talked again and
even then only my eyes peered at her as she spoke.
"I see and, lemme guess, you think you are weird
because of this?"
"Ya, kinda."
"Well, I am not going to lie to you Ben. That is not
a normal fetish but then fetishes in general aren't
really that normal, now are they?"
"I suppose not, no." I felt better that she told me
the truth instead of some phony baloney shit about
fart fetishes being normal. I knew they weren't, even
most "sufferers" knew they weren't mainstream in the
fetish community or any community for that matter. I
was worried though since Jane did not seem to know
much about the topic that she could not help me in any
real way. She spoke again.
"As far as domination goes that usually, and of
course not in all cases, goes hand in hand with
fetishes. In any case, what did you come to me
accomplish with this�uh�fart fetish." It seemed
awkward for her to say those words.
"Well, you know I am not really sure. Perhaps you
could start by telling me how fetishes come about?"
"I am hardly an expert on the subject," smiling a bit
as she said this, "but it has been my experience that
fart fetishes come about due to some childhood
experience, both good and bad."
"So your saying, someone farted in my face as a child?"
"Well that is a possibility but it may have just been
a fondness you had or got for the smell or the sound
that developed this fetish in you. A person didn't
have to fart in your face for you to develop a fart
fetish." I watched Jane struggle to say fart, almost
to a faking degree but I believed she was getting
uncomfortable with the topic.
"Are you alright talking about this ma'am?"
"Yes, yes, I am fine. Please allow me too�" An
electronic alarm sound cut the doctor off as Jane
pulled a PDA out of her pocket. She looked at it with
the utmost seriousness and a bit surprised as well.
"Oh dear, I'm sorry Ben. I am going to have to cut
this session short. I have an important matter to take
care of. I will see you again tomorrow, around the
same time. Is that ok for you?"
"Uh...sure, ya should be ok."
"Great, see you then." I shook her hand and walked out.
I returned home felling a bit vulnerable. My deepest
darkest secret was now out there in the world with
someone I hardly knew. I had a hard time sleeping that
night with all the worry but I finally gave into sleep
around at about 2:00 a.m.
I awoke just about time to go back to the
psychiatrist. I opened the door to the office and the
secretary waved at me and told me the doctor was
waiting now to see me. I opened the door, without
knocking, and silently closed the door. I then
realized my mistake when I opened the door and saw the
doctor with her chair back to me. She appeared to be
eating something, but I could not see any of her body,
the chair was too large. I was about to speak when I
saw the chair shift a bit and then a large fart sound
resulted followed by a sigh of relief. I noticed I was
turned on but I quickly tried to conceal it. I finally
was satisfied with my cover-up and decided I would
retry that entrance. I opened the door silently and
closed it a bit harder. The chair swung around and
showed clearly the doctor.
"Well hello, Ben. Welcome back. Please take a seat."
I became scared when she got up and I fully noticed
her ensemble. She wore a latex suit which dominatrixes
wear for S+M stuff, the kinda stuff I liked but I
feared I would be a bit to close to the action. Jane
continued to speak.
"Like my attire, Ben? Does it turn you on?" Oh shit!
I had no idea what to say so I continued to stare at
her fearfully. I was hella turned on but I was also
horribly scared. I attempted to get up and leave but
she came and placed a forceful hand on my shoulder.
"Where do you think you are going Ben? This is your
dream, to be dominated by a forceful woman. If my
clothes don't turn you on, I sure know what will. She
bent forward, she was amazingly flexible, and placed
her wonderfully perfect ass in my face pressing it
into the back of the couch. She grunted and strained
until a rather large fart escaped her.
"Ohhh...doesn't that smell good Ben? Sniff it all up,
Ben! I don't want to smell a thing." I didn't know
what to think, I didn't know what to do. I just knew
for sure that I did not want to sniff this gas blast
that was now forced into my face. I breathed through
my mouth but pretended I was doing it with the nose
and loved every second of it.
"Oh boy, that smells rank but I love it!" Wow, that
didn't sound fake at all Ben, nice going, I said to
myself, sarcastically. She turned her head and saw
clearly that I was breathing through the mouth.
"Oh, no no no! We must have any mouth breathing. She
reached for a roll of duct tape, which I noticed was
oddly nearby, and placed a piece over my mouth. I
fought her as best as I could as she pulled two more
pieces and proceeded to tape my hands together as well
as my legs. I struggled to get free but it was no use,
I had little mobility.
"There now, much better! Now you won't miss one
lovely scent of my ass. But I can't let your naughty
mouth breathing go unpunished." I watched in sheer
horror and yelled out as she pulled down the zipper in
the ass part of her suit, displaying a completely bare
backside. She shifted me so my legs hung off the back
of the couch and my head was in the seat part. She
then sat on my face and farted relentlessly. POOOOTT!
PFFFFFFFTTTT! BPPPPTTT! BFFFFFTTTTTTTT!
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she sighed out in relief.
"Isn't it great Ben, that you can get your fetish
needs meet right here in my office? Aren't you so glad
you came here, now you can smell my wonderful ass
smells and I don't have to. Thanks." She laughed
hysterically as she farted another one into my face,
PSSSSSSSSSSSFFFFTTT! The smell was so rank and I could
do nothing but take it all in. I prayed for death,
unconsciousness, anything that would end this horrid
torture. Jane continued to fart and did not allow me
to breathe anything else. My eyes began to water from
the horrid smell and I soon felt unconsciousness
approach me. I was nearly out when I heard a door
open. I heard talking but I could not make out any of
the conversation. I thought I was in heaven when that
first burst of fresh air came in as Jane removed her
ass from my face. I attempted to get out of my
position but Jane quickly held me as I was as I
watched a flowered skirt approach the couch. Oh
no�.the secretary! She must have asked to get in on
the action. Oh dear, I thought as the skirt lifted and
my face was put in this cell of doom. The underweared
ass came down to my face and the secretary farted a
SBD right into my unwilling nostrils. The smell was
god awful but smelling it was my only choice. She
appeared to be straining to produce another one but
she could not. The skirt prison was lifted and fresh
air blew in again. I took in as much as I could, as
fast as I could because I knew Jane would be right
back on my face in a few seconds. She was back and
farting in no time. PFFFFFFFFFFFTTT! FPPPPPPTTT!
PBBBTT! They would not end and I could not take this
torture. I thrashed my body but she only increased the
weight with which she held me. A break in the farting
occurred but I was still forced to smell Jane's rank
ass.
"Well that's breakfast, now lunch should be workin'
its way in any time now. Enjoy this break while it
lasts." She crossed her legs and continued to sit on
my face, full weight allowing me to breathe
occasionally. During this time I though only of how
wrong I was about my supposed fetish and I wondered
how people could bare to do this even if they did like
the smell of farts but I guess that was the key, they
enjoyed the smell. I had never had anyone fart on my
face; I only fantasized about scenarios which played
in my head with various people I was attracted to but
usually, in most cases, famous stars. I knew one thing
for sure, I would not be returning here to face this
again. I was at that office enduring farts for another
5 hours which began about 10 minutes after my 'break;
had started. Jane became ruthless, holding down my
stomach and then letting it go just as she farted so I
would get the 'full effect' needless to say, I finally
fell into blissful unconsciousness.
I awoke in my bedroom, no longer bound or gagged. It
was almost sunny outside, about dawn it must have
been. The clock confirmed it. I had noticed a white
piece of paper on my chest. I turned on my mini-lamp
and looked at it. My eyes shifted to the change in
light slowly but I finally saw it was a bill. It read:
Dr. Jane Thomas
Psychiatrist Services
1000 Hillview Way
Reno, NV 15784
BILL FOR:
Mr. Ben Richardson
57458 Chestnut Lane
Reno, NV 15784
Session with the Doctor:
Anti-fetish therapy/Fetish
session..........................$1,000.00
I noticed nothing else except something in the
comments section:
Comments:
Well, Ben you are either cured of your "problem" or
you wish to see me again, either way�I am happy if you
are happy and I get my money of course.
-Jane
I laughed a bit as I got up to get my checkbook, I
would not be getting back to sleep now anyhow.
And that's my story and here I am at home getting
serviced by Dr�uh�excuse me she prefers Mistress Jane.
Seems not many people who went to her for fetish
'problems' were ever cured.