Sunday, March 31, 2013

Sex Therapist: Case 1, part 1


My sexual counsel isn’t confined to the limits of my office space. My reach expands to my client’s homes and private bedrooms. These circumstances are rare; however, but I will exert all possibilities to help my clients overcome sexual inadequacies.
                If it requires me to observe them in their own personal settings, then that is where I will perform my therapy.
Clients are more relaxed in a home setting, which enables me to establish a stronger bond of trust and understanding.
It is an arduous process, especially for clients who have a repressed memory condition, like my client Linda.
Married ten years with a surprisingly enviable sex life, their sex life tore at the seams without forewarning during the course of a Saturday night encounter.
Under the notion they would venture into their growing bondage obsession they pulled out their bag of sexual goodies. A variety of satin blindfolds, foot long satin lace whips, fur paddles, gags and a bedroom bondage kit.
Sharing an interest for role-playing they fantasized a night of submission and domination.
Linda sneaked about the house bare, branded an escaped sex slave. Her husband, acting as her owner, pursued her.
Underneath the midnight sky, the house was as black as night. Imagination mounted as furniture took the form of bushes and walls stood as trees. She fled for her life, knowing that if she were caught, she would be punished.
In the kitchen she tiptoed around the granite island which held the form of a water well, when finally she came face to face with her tracker. Grabbing her petite frame, he holstered her on his shoulder and carried her to the bedroom. She pled with him, vowing to never run from him again if only he didn’t punish her.


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