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Slut Therapy

By Katie McN  <katie@katiemcn.com>


Copyright 2001, Katie McN all rights reserved. I love
hearing from people who read my stories and I answer
all e mail. Drop me a line at Katie@KatieMcN.Com when
you get a chance.

My story was written in just three hours as part of a
Write Club Duel against Aqulliae. We are both writing
a story based on the three themes found at the end of
this story. Our Judge is Hecate and she has her work
cut out for her. I hope everyone likes what we did.

***

"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, 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 budy 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


The following are the themes submitted by the two
players and the judge:

Katie:

"A girl convinces a woman she doesn't know what
lesbians could do when making love. The woman
provides a demonstration but the girl pretends
not to understand so the woman continues to
demonstrate repeatedly."

Aquillae:

Fed up with the constant snooping around in her
private diary by her youngest sister, oldest sister
plans to teach her youngest sister a
lesson by making up some juicy stories for her diary.

Hecate:

I thought the above two dovetailed together very well,
but made things a little easy <e.g.>. So I thought
I'd throw in something slightly different
to give you a challenge:

A woman loves showing herself off. She's a real
exhibitionist. But she's subtle, no stripping off
in the park fex. She meets someone who pushes
her limits a bit further.




Katie McN  <katie@katiemcn.com>

I love hearing from people who read my stories and I
answer all e mail. Drop me a line at
katie@katiemcn.Com when you get a chance.

If you want to read more of my stories or find out who
I am, drop by my web site at
www.asstr-mirror.org\~Katie_McN\

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