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Subject: {ASSM} Unnatural Selection (Femdom)#14
Date: Tue,  8 May 2001 20:10:03 -0400
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                  Part - 14

Turning around and giving him one last look from just outside his
bedroom door before I closed it, I then turned around and (after taking
a deep breath) I then headed for the kitchen, which when I entered it I
saw the daughter, who was at that moment sitting at the small table
(which ran halfway inside the kitchen and halfway outside onto the
enclosed porchette) sipping at a cup of coffee.

Which as she heard me enter the room (and looked up at me from where she
sat) she then used her cup to point to the coffee maker and the two
empty cups sitting next to it, at which point she told me to help myself
to the coffee, and as well to also help myself to a piece of the coffee
cake that sat next to it !

Setting my briefcase down next to the chair closest to me I then walked
over and grabbed a cup and poured myself some of the wonderful smelling
black coffee, but after eyeing the cake for a minute to calculate if I
could afford the extra calories, I then decided to take a pass on it as
the damned thing looked to be made up of around 200% sugar and I
couldn't afford to spend the extra time in the gym burning the sucker
off my ass.

Turning back to look at her more closely (as she was eyeing me at that
moment as well) I then took the empty seat at the table, at which point
we then respectively sipped our coffee in silence as I then took the
opportunity to evaluate her at which point I noticed other finer
differences between her and her mother ( which of course was a habit I
now unconsciously indulged in by that time, as I then bookmarked them in
my memory ) speaking of which ( her mother) I then asked her "Where is
your mother at" at which point she gestured with her head in the rough
direction of a doorway before saying "Bathroom" at which point I nodded
my head in the affirmative, and we both understood that we would wait
for her to return before we spoke to each other again!

After glancing at my watch to make sure of the remaining time on the
test run, I then settled back and sipped at my coffee as well, until
(less than five minutes later I reckoned ) I heard footsteps coming up
from what must have been the basement stairs, at which point a few
seconds later Ann showed up in the kitchen archway looking a little
flustered, and after making her way over to us (after stopping and
pouring herself a quick half cup) she then sat down across from her
daughter and then turned in her chair to face me.

Being in the dark as to how much Ann had told her daughters about their
brothers condition, I therefore decided to start with Barbara by asking
her a couple of break the ice questions (such as) "my name is 
Doctor Margaret Gangers but you can call me Margaret!....... You mind if
I call you Barbara?" at which point she half shrugged her shoulders and
kind of said "S'Okay with me" as she was staring into her cup, at which
point I then asked her "Did your mom tell you the reason why I came here
today?" at which she kinda hesitated before she shook her head in the
negative and said "No"!

Looking over at Ann ( who shrugged) then back to Barbara (who was still
looking into her cup) I then decided it would be best to start from the
beginning ( or at least from the point in time that I came into the
picture) even though I had given Ann most of it over the phone, I found
that it never hurt to hammer the point home a second time.

So after first picking up my briefcase and then setting it on the table
I opened it up (which triggered the recorder) at which point I then
removed two hand tooled leather hardcover books (which I found in
dealing with my patients not only held more weight physically but
mentally as well than a paper back book or a pamphlet or a printout ) at
which point I then handed them to Ann ( telling her to keep them for as
long as she needed them) as I then went on to explain to them about
Peters problem.

Going on to explain the circumstances of what had happened to him, and
what Miss Kimono had reported to me about the experience she had with
him, I then told them that when I had finished my examination of him in
the Principles office, I had then called in a Psychiatrist who is a
specialist in this area of human sexuality ( at which point I pointed to
the book on the right and told them that was the book she had written on
the subject) for a second opinion, and she then had confirmed my initial
diagnoses that Peter has what is referred to as a Sexually Submissive
Personality Trait!

Looking first at Ann then at Barbara (who had this curious look on her
face I saw) I then dived into new territory, by first telling them that
at the moment Peter was taking a test to determine the parameters of his
sexual submissiveness, such as for example whether it was limited to
women or was there a homosexuality angle to it as well ( and so on and
so forth), but from what I have observed so far (I told them) his
condition leads me to assume that it is a condition that is severe
enough to warrant immediate treatment, as almost certainly he will not
be allowed back into a normal school environment without it!

At which point Ann looked at me sharply (but still remained silent) as I
then went on to explain to them that pending the test results, that I
was going to recommend that Peter continue his schooling in a Special
Environment, at which point I once again reached into my briefcase and
pulled out about thirty xeroxed pages taken from half a dozen memo's
describing a new In Home teaching program being set up in North America,
via a special computer over the internet using special sensors and
camera's, and as well by the use of a special tutor who would show up at
the home daily for the first six weeks, then one day a week afterwards
to monitor the students progress (which from the look of relief I saw on
Ann's face was something that she had been worrying about).

Then turning to Ann I looked at her a second before asking her if she
would mind discussing her and her husbands sexual orientation in front
of Barbara, at which she then blushed a deep shade of red which I
noticed even through her makeup, at which point she asked me if it was
really necessary for her to do so, which was the answer I had been
expecting her to give me at which point I said to her "I think it is
Ann! because if what I think is going to happen to Peter comes to pass,
it will help Barbara and Julie to understand that what her brother is
going thru and will go thru in the future, is something that you have
had some previous experience with" at which point Ann turned to her
daughter and with a little difficulty told her ( what she had by the way
already volunteered to me over the phone) about what she had learned
about her father, after they had been married for about seven years.

                  [ Ann's Tale ]

 
Just finishing with folding the towels (on a gray April day) I heard the
front door bell chime, and so after climbing up the stairs (which wasn't
easy as at that time I was six months pregnant with your brother) from
the basement I all but expected to either have to face one more Avon
saleslady, or worse still one of those friggin Jehovah Witnesses ( that
never seemed to take the hint to fuck off), but instead as I looked thru
the peephole I saw this really good looking thirty something blond
haired woman standing out there, who was dressed in this tan pantsuit
and who was obviously waiting for somebody to answer the door.

Figuring that maybe she was lost or that her car had broken down, I then
opened the door at which point she looked down at a piece of scrap paper
in her hand and then she looked back up at me at which point she
politely asked "are you Ann Moresby?" at which point I started to wonder
what was going on here!

Anyway after I told here that I was indeed Ann Moresby she then said to
me "I am very sorry to disturb you but the reason that I have come to
see you is that I cannot contact your husband, who I need to very
urgently get a hold of, as a problem has unexpectedly come up that may
cause him some big problems" !

Figuring she must be a business associate of your father, naturally
enough I then invited her in to talk a minute, at which point I learned
that her name was Alice Steele as we shook hands.

Sitting her down on the couch I then somewhat dramatically sat down in
the chair across from her (with the coffee table between us) and after
offering coffee (and then being slightly relieved when she refused it)
she then repeated her question to me, namely if I knew where David was
at which point I told her straight out that he was in the middle of the
Australian outback, helping to setup some mining operation and that he
wouldn't be back until late June or early July.

Looking somewhat agitated at hearing this news she then asked if I could
give her a telephone number which she could reach him at, regretfully I
pointed out to her that the only way I had to get word to him was thru
contacting his boss, at which point he would then send word to David to
contact me.

Seeing on her face that this wasn't what she wanted to hear, I then
asked her if I couldn't somehow help her if it was so important, at
which point she then gave me the most curious look I have ever gotten in
my life!

Then seeming to make up her mind she then asked me if David had ever
told me what he did in his off hours when he was away from home (at
which point a chill went down my spine) as I then responded to her
question, by saying that he didn't say much about what he did.

At which point she then went on to tell me that the reason she was here
was that because David had come to her about 17 months ago so she could
dominate him in a sado masochistic type relationship, going on to
explain (as I could feel my mouth falling open) that her Professional
Dominatrix handle was Mistress Steele, she then explained the reason she
had showed up here like she had done, was because about a week ago the
dungeon she had worked in had been vandalized by a former employee, who
had stolen the files and some photo's of four current clients of hers,
who she was now contacting so as to warn them of a possible blackmail
plot on the part of the woman who stole the files.

For about ten minutes all I could do was sit there completely stunned at
this news, and think of things that had hapened over the last few year
that at the time didn't seem to me to have made sense, but now came into
a new perspective with this revelation.

Not wanting to know but knowing that I now needed to know I started to
ask her questions on what went on between her and David, at whch point
she then told me everything that had gone on between them from the frist
time he showed up, to his last visit to her just a week before he left
for the outback.

Learning that what he wanted her to do to him was to use him in
something she referred to as Equestrian Domination, which basically
amounted to her treating him like a horse.

She then went on to explain that as a Pro Dom that no sex goes on
between her and her clients, other than allowing him to masturbate at
the end of each session!

Anyway after telling me this and much more she then handed me a card
with her name and number on it, at which point she asked me to please
call her if this person contacted me, and she would then have the matter
attended to as she had hired a PI to deal with it, so as to keep what
had happened as private as possible! 

Anyway when your father came home (in July) I had fully intended to have
it out with him over this, but by that time Peter was just about due and
then this person never did show up, so after awhile for me it slowly
started to fade into a non issue.

As I realized that everybody has imperfections in their character, and
seeing as your father had been good to me and to you kids, and that I
still loved him deeply, I began to look on these visits as more like
doctor appointments, because after all it wasn't as if he fucking some
bimbo, so it was easier for me to live with knowing what he was doing
didn't involve intercourse!   

At that point (coming back from the past) I then looked over at Barb who
I saw had this stunned look on her face, as I had all but shattered her
image of her beloved father, which then made me reach my hand over to
grasp hers at which point this thought/sensation of overwhelming lust
exploded in my head, and by the look I saw on Barbs and Margaret's face
a minute later as I recovered somewhat had happened to them as well. 

Next thing I knew I was looking at an empty chair as Margaret had by
that time jumped up out of her chair and bolted for Pete's room, and as
I then looked at Barbs and she looked back at me we both got up and
headed on in in her wake to see what was up, and when we got to Pete's
room ( and stopped just inside his room) we saw Peter lying on his bed
with the front of his pants wide open, with this ring thing around the
base of his exposed penis, which was resting in a pool of his sticky cum
which he had expelled all over himself.

As I then watched Margaret was bending over him and almost frantically
removing the earphones and goggles from off his haed at which point
(when he seemed to regain rational thought and focused onto her) I saw
in his mind what had happened to him while we had talked, and at that
moment I knew that my old world and life had just been turned upside
down forever more!


To be continued... 
  

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