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This is a fantasy story. It has no basis in reality. Even the names of the
characters are made up and have no relevance to anyone. It is for adult
readers only, of legal age, and deals with domination and submission of a
non consenting type. So don't read it if you are offended by this subject
matter or not an adult of legal age.

Those wishing to send Mistress Jytte E-mail can do so by sending it to me
and I will forward it directly to her.




                               "Fate"

                                 by

                            Mistress Jytte
                                 &
                               Musker

                              (part 2)


                            The Dark Art



"LISA!" A surprised and noticeably irritated Doctor Bridgestone exclaimed
when she seen Lisa out of her bed and in the mitts of doing some sort of
exercise.

"What on earth are you doing out of bed? You know you experienced some very
serious internal injuries as a result of the accident. So you need to stay
in bed and heal first. Now get back into bed young lady before I call an
attendant."

Lisa closed her eyes and gave a pathetic audible sigh like a daughter
confronted with an over protected mother. She put her hand to her side
where the bandages covered the stitches and slowly walked back to her bed.
Her contorted facial features atoned to how painful the short trip was.

"The nurse did say it was all right for me to leave the bed if I had to.
Besides, I am a nurse too you know. And who is the best to judge my body's
capabilities other than me Doctor Bridgestone?"

Lisa was true to her independent form. Even though she liked Doctor Rosalyn
Bridgestone, and her added motherly concern, she never-the-less was her own
woman. A woman who never took too kindly to others bossing her around.

"Yes, I know Lisa. But your leaving the bed was in reference to you going
to the bathroom only. Not doing some ritual martial arts exercises." The
Doctor helped Lisa back into bed and then placed the covers over her making
sure she was well tucked in. Rosalyn could not help playing the role of the
concerned motherly adult even though she was a divorced woman in her 50's
who never had children.

"It was Tai Chi Doctor Bridgestone." Lisa made the point of saying it to
the doctor in a clear forthright voice just to clarify the point.

The doctor finished tucking Lisa in and then took her normal place off to
the side in a chair next to the window. She opened her notebook and began
writing her standard preliminary notations with regards to the patient at
hand. Once finished she continued her conversation with Lisa.

"So, it was Tai Chi. Does eastern philosophy interest you in particular
Lisa?"

"A little, but mostly from the health oriented aspect. That is why I am so
successful in what I do. I combine both western and eastern forms of
medicine into my own eclectic version. It's a shame that the majority of
western medicine is based solely on drugs and surgery. It can be quite
contemptuous at times you know. Not that the mystic ways of the east have
all the answers either. It's only through the blending of the two that the
vast majority of my patients show mark improvement, almost boarding on a
full recovery."

"And this is what you used on Anna?"

"Yes, once she signed the contract."

The woman doctor looked upon Lisa with confusion.

"What exactly do you mean by contract? I know of consent forms and other
legal documents that defray liability, but I never heard of a contract in
the health care profession. Please, tell me more."

"It's something I had specially drawn up for me. It covers what you have
already mentioned regarding liability. It also covers various areas of
particular concern to me like payment, expenses, living in their home and
therapy prognosis, which I never sugar coat. And finally there is a small
part that allows me to virtually take over their lives completely for the
duration of my stay."

The doctor was troubled by how nonchalant Lisa was is saying that last part
as if it were just another item on a grocery list.

"Now wait a minute Lisa. That "small part" sounds awfully like power of
attorney and legal guardianship. And your patients, Anna included, actually
sign this contract of yours? I find it hard to believe that it would stand
up under judicial prudence"

"Oh yes, they do indeed sign it. Don't forget, I'm usually their last hope
and people will do almost anything when they are at the end of their rope.
And I never lie to them either. I'm always up front as to what they can
expect from me, health wise. There really is no need for me to lie to them
anyway. They do it to themselves. Once they hear me say that I can make
them better, their minds quickly fill in the gap between "being better" and
"being like before". They can't help it really. These women are use to
giving one hundred and ten percent in everything they do. They think of
themselves as wonder women, way beyond the norm of the general masses. So
whatever limitations of reality I put on their prognosis, they simply right
it off for the average woman and not relevant to them. They can be quite
arrogant in this respect.

As to the contract being completely legal, well, probably not. But many
prenuptial contracts are based on mutual agreements that would never hold
up in court either and yet both parties willingly sign them. Basically it's
just something for me to wave before their eyes when their fantasy for a
complete rejuvenation begins to crumble."

"And those women go ahead and sign the contract without the least bit of
trepidation?"

"No, not really. But close to it. They do balk a little when they find out
how much control I will have over their lives. But they definitely know
what their getting into. At this point their options are pretty much null
and void for them. Besides, for these types of women the ends really do
justify the means. And Anna was no different."

"So when Anna signed that contract what happened next?"

"Before the inked dried her life became an extension of my will. I
controlled it all. What and when she ate, slept, exercised, rest, therapy,
etc, etc, etc. Oh it really is quite dramatic. I'm practically a drill
Sargent in a white nurses uniform and they are my recruits on their first
day in boot camp. But with Anna it was a little different because of my
love for her. So a good deal of what I normally would have done was cut
back considerably. But like I said yesterday, I had an even greater plan to
focus on."

The doctor was amazed at the sudden change in Lisa's whole psyche after
that last comment. It was as if she quickly picked up from where she left
off the day before. Her eyes became wide as she focused on something out in
the distance. Her facial expression took on an energized and euphoria glow.
And her body started to move in an uneasy nervousness under the covers.

The doctor was busy writing as fast as she could all that she was
observing. And to give her more time she quickly asked Lisa to explain her
plan again.

"It was an exciting plan doctor. I can't tell you enough how it made me
feel. It was like an Epiphany, a true religious experience. Well maybe not
that strong, unless of course one's deity has come from the underworld of
fire and brimstone." Lisa monetarily looked over at the doctor with a
humorous smile on her face. But when the doctor did not bother to
acknowledge her little quip she simply continued on.

"But it was a very moving experience for me. And it was all right there
before me too, complete from start to finish in my mind's eye. With the
most important step in the whole operation being the easiest one to
accomplish. That being to make Anna aggressively hate Martha to the point
of doing whatever nasty thing I tell her to do to her.

I couldn't believe how easy that part was going to be. Because it's always
been a significant part of my therapy program anyway. I believe your
profession calls it "transference". I, myself, like to think of it as
conjuring up an escape goat. For you see, my therapy always causes a great
deal of agitation in my patients lives, both physically and emotionally.
There's simply no way around it. Otherwise I would never be in this
honorable profession to begin with. And in the beginning, when my patient's
enthusiasm is at it's crest, I use it to my benefit. And Anna was no
exception.

Anna had bought an estate on the out skirts of the college so she could be
around a familiar setting to keep her Olympic dream alive. The estate
itself was far more land than house and fairly secluded with a tall brick
fence and an impressive ornate iron gate at the entrance. She found she
could run the entire place with a single maid and one grounds keeper, or
handy man if you will. As soon as she signed the contract I fired them
both. I then hired a married couple that I use to do the same thing. You
see, I need total control with my patients and that includes controlling
the hired help as well. The team I use are very loyal to me and because
they are foreigners they speak only a little English. This makes it hard
for any alliances to be formed between them and my patients, including
Anna.

Next on the list is a detailed daily regimen. It defines sleep patterns,
therapy sessions, workouts, rest periods, meal times, everything in a 24/7
time span. The only free time I gave Anna was three hours a day, one hour
for the morning, afternoon and evening. And in this she had to spend on her
estate without outside contact. It's exactly like boot camp and then some.
I needed to control every single parameter of my patients lives, every
item, every force, every minuet detail in order to reach the desired
results.

I guess from your perspective it sounds like something right out of a
concentration camp. But Anna and all my former athletic patients are use to
having their lives guided by others. In fact, there is a certain degree of
safety and security in following such a well ordered plan that feeds and
nurtures them to perfection. The only difference was that the lifestyle I
chiseled out in stone for them was all encompassing, if not totally
consuming for them. Even for my dear precious Anna.

Once the itinerary was set down it was a simple matter of getting Anna to
follow it. Again, in the beginning, it's always easy. Anna's fanaticism for
the prospects of regaining her Olympic dream was like a shot of adrenaline
to her system. She was all gun hoe and ready to follow my orders whatever
they were.

So we began with her diet. To a "T", all my patients have put on weight.
With their normal routine broken due to physical problems and the stress
that develops as a result of their changed lives, my patients cannot help
but put on a few pounds here and there, and sometimes it is substantial.
Anna had this problem too. Not that she was blatantly fat, but only because
of her lower back problem. Her bottom half began to reflected that full
pear shape characteristic of most women living an arm chair existence.

I always put my patients on a total vegetarian, low fat, low sugar and no
more than 500 calories a day diet. It sounds pretty drab and severe, but
the woman who cooks for me does an excellent job of making each abbreviated
meal very tasty as well as nutritious. A few vitamin supplements are added
to make up any critical lost in any particular area. And I have to
practically forced my patients to drink vast quantities of pure distilled
water throughout the day. My goal was to tear my patients down, literally
right to the bone, before I build them back up again into a strong lean
submissive love mate.

Then along with the diet, I require them to undergo colonics. Twice a day
for the first week, then once a day for the following week, and finally
once a week after that. In a way I really enjoy giving them an enema.

On the one hand, it's a fast way to remove the impurities that fill their
drugged up toxic bodies. Then on the other hand, it feeds my need to
sadistically dominate them. There is nothing more embarrassing or
humiliating than having to expose one's most private orifice to another,
and then have them diddle around with it. The degree of degradation one
feels literally goes off the charts. And I take full advantage of it too by
prolonging it as long as I can. Which means I have the enema solution drip
very slowly into them, taking almost an hour sometimes. Then I tell them
how necessary it is for them to hold it for awhile. And to help them with
this, I use a special cone shape nozzle with a shut-off valve built right
inside of it. All I have to do is to pull out the tube from the nozzle and
nothing comes out. They are then free to move around if they wish. Or I
should say, if they can.

Oh it delights me to no end to watch them twist and turn with great
discomfort. Hearing them moan and groan as wave after cramping wave hit
their bloated bowels. But I do try to help them out too, with words of
encouragement and some soothing body massages with my matching rubber
gloves. Oh I do so love the feel of rubber. And when I give my patients
their enemas it is an opportune time for me to wear my very fashionable
rubber nurse's outfit."

The doctor immediately stopped writing and looked up over the rim of her
glasses.

"Did you say "a rubber nurse's outfit" Lisa?"

"Oh yes! And it's so cute too. It's a standard old fashioned white nurses
uniform with a long flowing skirt that comes down to my ankles. It has long
billowy sleeves with a full bib apron trimmed in red with little red
crosses on it. It even has an adorable white rubber nurses hat with a
single red cross in the center of it too. And underneath I wear a very sexy
black rubber bra and garter belt outfit with matching hip high rubber hose
too. The next best thing to wearing a fashionable rubber uniform is how it
sounds when I move. Mmmmmmm, all those crinkling and crackling sounds it
makes has such a sensuous erotic effect on me."

"And your patients have no objections to your rather . . . overt fetish?"

"Oh heavens no! They do look at me kind of weird when they see me like that
for the first time. But since they are completely nude and I am wearing a
uniform of some authority they seem to take on a rather passive demure
about the whole thing. Besides, when they are aching something terribly
from having their abdomen distended out as if they were five months
pregnant the last thing on their minds is why I am wearing a kinky fetish
outfit. But their discomfort does allow me to touch them in a very pleasing
way. Like along their soft smooth arms and legs, over and around their firm
bloated bellies and I can even caress their tender naked breasts. And in
some strange way, I do believe the rubber plays a significant part in
allowing me this physical intimacy as well. It acts as a kind of buffer as
to make such "familiar" contact less an act of girl to girl love making and
more of a clinical nurse and patient experience. But it's really all a play
on words. Whatever illusion they wish to believe, it's still comes down to
it being our very first lesbian encounter."

Doctor Bridgestone was making note upon note in her book. She was finding
Lisa's method of operation more and more fascinating with each new
revealing event.

"So after the colonics what happens next Lisa?"

"After that comes the exercises, massages and acupuncture treatments. The
exercises start off slowly, mostly simple stretching. I need to find their
baseline before I can really push them. In the beginning, I will also
stretch and exercise with them, making sure they copy my moves precisely.
Then I will just watch them perform by themselves while I orchestrate the
sequence. During these later times I am right there next to them. So close
that they can feel my hot breath on their soft feminine skin."

"Does that mean you, they, exercise in the nude Lisa?" A note of quiet
disbelief was in the doctor's voice.

"Oh No! Not at first anyway. I need to acclimate them to that point slowly.
So we exercise with standard workout clothes. I have this other cute little
nurse's outfit that I simply love to wear for this occasion. It has a pair
of white hot pants with red crosses over the pockets and a white halter top
with two more red crosses over the breast area. Then I accessorize it with
my little white nurse's cap and white tennis shoes, both sporting the red
cross signature of my profession. It's only after the first week when the
patients have really become familiar with the training program that I
insist that they forgo any clothes and do their exercises in the nude. I
explain to them that it is necessary for me to see how their muscles react
to the various stretching and pulling techniques that they are doing. Then
after a day or two watching their sexy muscles bulge and elongate I begin
to touch them. Again under the veil of it being medically necessary. You
can't believe how exciting and pleasurable it is to feel their moving
muscles and tight tendons under soft smooth skin. But it is kind of funny
in a way."

"Oh, how so Lisa?"

"I have become so sensitive to the simple act of touching that I can
readily tell how nervous they are by simply feeling their flesh. A sudden
jerk upon first contact, a benign shrug of a shoulder as I slowly rub my
hands up and down their backs, and then the little muscle spasms I feel
when I caress a tender sensitive spot like around their ribs or under the
folds of their breasts. Not to mention those other areas like behind their
knees and along the inside of their thighs, or simply around their ears
were a tender lover would spend the longest time exploring those sensitive
spiraling surfaces with her tongue. You would never know it, but it takes
several days with me examining them like this before they finally loose
their aversion to my touch. Except for Anna though."

"Oh! Did she take longer?"

"No, quite the contrary. It only took her two days before her flesh was as
calm as can be when I caressed her so lovingly. With hind sight, I think it
might have been the massage therapy that helped out in this respect. But
then again, how could it not. After a long laborious day of exercises, who
wouldn't respond to a period of gentle manipulation of their sore tired
flesh with scented oils. And then hearing in a lover's whisper a series of
reinforcing messages telling them that they were getting better and better
with each successive day while soft romantic music played on in the
background.

Little by little I was imposing myself on them, on Anna. If not with my hot
yearning flesh upon theirs, then with my tender words of inspiring
adulation. Within a mer few weeks time I was able to touch Anna's labia
lips ever so gently and caress her breasts and nipples as a lover would
with her lips and tongue. And then after a full month had gone by, when
Anna was looking very much the reborn phoenix, I was literally able to
tickle her clitoris at will, masturbating her to the brink of orgasm. But I
never let her cum. I wanted her to ask for it, to beg me for it! Once she
did that then I knew I had her as my lesbian lover for all time."

"So then that proved your theory that Anna was really a latent homosexual,
lesbian if you will, correct?"

"Well, not exactly. Anna was responding very well to my intimate touch. I
just loved to hear her coo and groan as I wound her up, sexually, like a
child's toy. But she never asked me to let her go all the way. And Anna
still had a problem with giving back to me what she passively received. Her
inhibitions were very strong in that respect. Several times I just about
had to force her to touch me. And only under the excuse that I was showing
her, on my body, what I was looking to develop in hers. But even in that
she was very sheepish in going too far with her touch on me. Oh I knew I
had my work cut out for me all right."

"And what about the acupuncture? Was that part of your therapy or primarily
for your own sadistic desires?"

Doctor Bridgestone was pushing it with that question. Especially the way
she said the last part as if she was sitting in negative judgement of her.
But what she was really doing was testing Lisa, as to how comfortable she
was with her sadistic nature. From listening to her talk she felt Lisa was
very at easy with her abnormal sexuality. Thus if Lisa balked at her
"between the lines" negative implication, or took out right direct issue
with her, than Doctor Bridgestone would know that there was a small part
inside of Lisa's psyche that was not all that comfortable with her blatant
acceptance of hurting young women for her own sexual arousal. The good
doctor figured that a person who was content with whom and what they are
would give little credence to what other people thought, even doctors like
her.

"Well, both really. There is no doubt that acupuncture does have
therapeutic applications, as any of my patients would testify to. But I
have to admit, each time I stick them with a needle, and especially when
their eyes scrunch up in pain as they gasp and groan as I push and turn
that long dagger like needle deeper and deeper into their tender flesh, I
do get a very arousing sensation from it. To be honest, it is quite a
rewarding experience for both my self and patients. I in the short fall
from being sexually excited, and my patients in the long fall from
receiving significant better health."

The doctor wrote three short words off to the side of her book and then
circled them twice, "A true Sadist!" Then a thought came to her mind.

"Lisa, didn't you say that it was difficult for you to cause Anna, your . .
.. . "precious love" I believe you called her, any kind of physical or
emotional pain because you were so much in love with her? If that is so,
then how did you reconcile all these embarrassing, humiliating and sadistic
pleasures you took from her, causing her so much physical and mental
torment while still claiming to be in love with her?"

"Oh it was very hard for me Doctor Bridgestone! Very hard indeed! The
acupuncture alone caused me much dismay that I was actually empathizing
with her discomfort. Several times I caught myself making faces and
emitting sounds that were in line with being on the receiving end of those
long pointed needles. It took great strength on my part in order to get
through those times with my precious Anna. And you know where I found that
strength Doctor Bridgestone?"

The woman doctor was keenly interested in finding out if Lisa was truly in
love with Anna. A love so deep and so over powering that Lisa was actually
content in replacing her natural sadistic sexuality with that which
reflected pure romantic love.

"Where Lisa?"

"I found the strength from Anna herself. Within the short time I knew her,
I could easily recognize that she was an exceptional individual. Her stead
fast perseverance to her cause, her complete and total faith in me, and all
those people who promised her the world and then broke that promise. She
continued to have no ill will towards anyone. Not even that evil bitch
Martha. The one who caused her demise and robbed her of her Olympic dream
in the first place.

Anna was the source of my strength Doctor Bridgestone, as well as my love.
Whatever period of humiliation, embarrassment and yes pain I had to cause
in my beloved Anna, I knew it was for a greater good. I knew that once Anna
came to realize that her Olympic dream was over it, she would need a new
goal, a new direction, a new passion in life to replace it. For if none was
there, then I knew she would be devastated beyond all hope. That's why she
needed me to show her the way. To show her that love and hate were not just
the opposite sides of the same coin with it's socially idealistic good-bad
connotation. I wanted to show her how to love for simply love's sake. To
love me, to please me, another woman, sexually, as I was so willingly to do
for her. But I also wanted to open her eyes to a new world as well. To love
to hate with equal passion. I wanted to show her how to cause pain in
others and be moved erotically by it without regret, without empathy and
without remorse. I wanted to show her the delicious arousing pleasure in
seeing another woman suffer in pure emotional torment. And above all, I
wanted to see her embrace her new found sadistic lust with all her being as
she successfully transforms her most hated enemy into a simple masochistic
lesbian fuck toy. And that is where Martha came into the equation."

Doctor Bridgestone had just finished writing another cryptic note in her
book and then stared at the page full of her scribbling that only she could
read. Another question formed in her mind, but she already knew the answer.
She knew it because she was coming to know what made Lisa tick deep down
inside. But she still had to ask it, for scientific and professional
reasons.

"So this is where everything comes together. Anna's transition from one
life quest to another. Practically a rebirth in Anna's entire personality
actually. Martha's part as the training aid for Anna's blossoming new
passion as well as the recipient of all your own limitless sadistic dreams
and desires. And then the method of "transference" as you called it, that
would start the whole ball rolling if you will. It all begins with a single
event, Anna's enlightenment that her Olympic dream is no more."

Lisa looked upon the doctor with a big open smile and twinkling eyes.

"Why yes Doctor! That's absolutely correct! I was wondering if you were
really paying attention to me while you were diligently writing god knows
what in that book of yours. I am very impressed!"

Doctor Bridgestone gave a small brief smile in return.

"Could you elaborate a bit more in that transference method you mentioned?"

"Sure, of course doctor. It really is quite simple as you will soon see. As
I said before, in the beginning it's very easy. My patients enthusiasm is
at a high and I start off really slow. I relate to them not only as their
medical therapist and personal trainer, but as their closest dearest friend
on earth. I inspire them to always give their best with no holding back.
Over and over again I tell them why they are doing this. So it basically
becomes a ritual or a mantra with them. With each successive increase in
repetition, in speed and in endurance, I act as if it was a grand
accomplishment with lots of verbal congratulations and eager fondling. The
more mile stones transversed the more passionate our celebration becomes.
And the more controlling and demanding I become too.

Their growing positive results blind them to how much "I" have changed in
the process. A change that demands them to do more, to last longer and to
be the virtual instrument of my will. I almost literally take on the
persona of a military drill Sargent with bold dominating body language
thrown in as the icing on the cake. This is the part I love the most. For
it allows my sadistic side to come out in full regalia. I can taunt them,
belittle them and yes, I can even physically abuse them if I wish with a
slap here, a poke there and even a grasp, squeeze and twist on any body
part I so desire. My voice is harsh and rises in volume, my words mock and
sting their fragile ego's, and my touch is no longer one of tender
compassion. I smack, grasp and pull on their flesh to motivate them. No
longer do I choose the carrot approach, it is now time for the stick. And I
do use one too, all be it in the form of a riding crop.

It's all so utterly amazing in a way. How they come to accept my sadistic
domination of them as part of their therapy. Even Anna followed suit just
like all the rest. Although I was much less aggressive in her case. But it
didn't matter though, for they all lead to the same end, like it or not."

"Which is?"

"Sooner or later they all plateau out. They reach a level where their
physical rebirth has peaked. For them to train any longer or anymore
vigorously would be more of a step back then forward. The bad news for them
is that they are far from reaching their desired goal, which was to be like
they once were."

"Then what happens Lisa."

"Then it really becomes a mind game. Up to this point it has been a simple
exercise in mind over matter. The psychological motivation I instill in
them is enough for them to persevere through the most ruthless therapy
sessions I can put them through. But once they recognized that they have
reached the final plateau in their development, they begin to change. They
begin to see the reality of their situation and they don't like it one bit!
And as a result, they start to see me in a new light and thus I become the
bad guy now.

So now I'm the one who is causing them all the pain and heart break. Which
is not totally untrue, but they see me as the "initial cause" of there turn
about in life as well. Their total devastation from realizing that they
will never be like they were is overwhelming for them, and it clouds their
powers of reason and judgement. It makes them lash out at whoever is
causing them pain at the moment. Which of course is me."

"Ohhh, I see. This is where the transference takes over then."

"Yes! All I have to do is to reroute all those nasty feelings they have
towards me to someone else. And once I regain my position as their best
friend and devoted lover in life, my complete domination over them is all
down hill from that point on. And there is always someone else to blame. Be
it a parent, a sibling, a friend, a brief negative encounter with a
stranger, whomever, there is always someone there. I just have to dig deep
enough into their psyche to find that one individual for them to focus all
manner of hellish wrath upon and the hardest part is now done."

"And for Anna that would be Martha, correct?"

"YES! Once I found that escape goat then it's time for me to work my magic
again. Just like before, I am their closest and dearest friend. I empathize
with their pain and anguish in not obtaining their desired goal. But I tell
them that I am not the one they should be angry with. For it was I, and I
alone, who always told them the truth. Who worked with them diligently to
improve their physical health a hundred fold. And who loves them in all
that they are and ever will be. Then I remind them who actually caused them
to be in this situation to begin with, and that's when the transference
takes place.  The escape goat becomes the target for all their negative
feelings in life from that point on and I am off the hook. In fact, I am
seen in a completely different light now. A combination of Angel of Mercy,
best friend in the world, and the start of being their dominating lover."

Doctor Bridgestone began tapping the end of her pen on her notebook as if
trying to comprehend something. Not readily seeing the answer she decided
to ask Lisa.

"I'm having a hard time seeing how that last step happens Lisa. Could you
elaborate on it a little more?"

"Sure, it has to do with shared extremes. You know how some people, perfect
strangers no less, who share something extraordinary in their lives can
become great friends afterwards, sometimes for life. And in some cases the
relationship can even result in marriage."

"Oh yes. Sharing an important event, especially one which has the effect of
showing the true nature of the person in glaring detail can act to bring
people very close together, or drive them further apart if the case maybe.
And quite a significant number of marriages have arisen from this sudden
unexpected union of two people under extraordinary conditions which result
in favorable consequences for both parties. . . . Or if the case maybe,
divorce, if it entailed great betrayal."

The last phrase the doctor said in a low voice as she looked off to the
side as if she was remembering something in her own past.

"Exactly doctor! And what I share with them is the extreme event of pain
and pleasure. One draw back to my therapy is that it must always be done on
a regular basis. Any lax in my patients dedication to their routine will
only result in them moving backwards. Even back enough to the point when I
first found them if they are persistent in their abstinence. That's why the
escape goat is so necessary. It allows them to focus their negative
thoughts on them while they go through the discomfort and pain of their
therapy. And I am right there with them. Goading them on with their hatred
for the person responsible for their pain, for there broken dreams and for
their forced change in life.

I even entrap them with scenarios of the mind. They would be running on a
tread mill or riding a stationary bike and I would be whispering in their
ear that their hated foe was right there in front of them trying to get
away. Their minds easily fill in the rest of that image as they begin to
exert themselves more and more in catching them. And that's when I crank up
the resistance on the machine more and more too. They are so involved in
their little revenge seeking fantasy that they don't even notice me
touching them again. This time I concentrate fully on there erotic pleasure
zones. Oh they can feel it all right, the pleasure of my touch. But they
are too focused on other things to give it full awareness. And this is how
it starts. Little by little, adding more and more pleasure to their
physical pain and mental distress.

Sooner or later their bodies give out, complete exhaustion. I immediately
take them in my arms like a sleeping child and lay them down on the floor.
Their hearts are racing, their breathing is like a locomotive running full
out and their bodies begin to feel the thunderous pain that their minds and
endorphins have shunted out for awhile. Physically helpless and mentally in
despair, they in the perfect state for conquest and they are all mine.

I so love the feel of a physically distressed female. Their hot sweaty body
next to mine. My hands and skin seem to glides over theirs because of the
way their sweat acts like a natural lubricant. And when I kiss them, and
lick them, I can readily taste their unique salty flavor. But the best part
of all is their smell. The rich erotic musk scent full of their pheromones
is like a direct connection to my clit. It makes me want to fuck them until
our hearts burst."

The doctor was once again writing in her book a mile a minute. She didn't
even stop when she asked the next question.

"And your patients don't even try to stop you? Don't they realized that
they are for all practical purposes being raped by you?"

"Ha, ha, ha, ha! Stop me? At that point and time they're lucky to know
their own names. And as far as stopping me because I am "raping" them as
you put it. What for? These women know only three things, pain, emotional
devastation and focused anger. Their life long dream is gone, forever. And
the only thing that keeps them going is their hatred for the person who did
them in. There is absolutely nothing good happening in their sorrowful
lonely lives. Remember, I have cut them off from the world, even the two
servants are of no help to them. I am the only one they can count on. I am
the only one who would tell them the truth, good or bad. And I am the only
one to give them purpose in life. Thus, when they do experience something
nice, something physically pleasing, something that no one will tell them
is wrong or evil or that they should never do, how could they turn their
backs on that? I give and they take. And with gratitude I might add!"

"And that's what happened to Anna?"

Lisa hesitated for a few seconds before quickly looking away. Her whole
emotional euphoria suddenly switched off. And in it's place was a sad quiet
demure. She took a deep breath and sighed. Neither one of them made a sound
for the longest time. And it was critical for the doctor to purposefully
wait for Lisa to make the first move.

Lisa was just sitting there looking down at the blanket that covered her,
but not really seeing it. The period of silence ended with a small smile on
Lisa's face as she turned her head and looked to the doctor again. She then
continued, but in a more reserved tone.

"At that point, one of three things will happen. The most common one being
that the patient begins to give back what she receives. Once they have
broken through that mental barrier of lesbian love being bad, they are all
mine. Heart, mind and soul. Before, the scales were tipped drastically in
their favor with me giving 100% of the time. But once they start to give
back in kind, then the scales begin to shift. In a very short time the
relationship between me and my patient is one of being your basic vanilla
50-50 girl to girl equal. Then I push things, and of course they follow
like trusting little puppy dogs. Again, we start out slowly, but soon I am
dictating what I want, when I want and how I want it. The scales have
shifted overwhelmingly in my favor, and now I have the devoted submissive
lover that I set out to have in the first place."

The doctor was able to see the reason why there was such a great and
immediate change in Lisa's personality after her question.

"And that's not what happened to Anna."

"No. The other two things that can happen are not as common, but directly
related to the same reason. That being the inability of my patients to
break through that lesbian barrier. Either my patients get really upset
with what is happening to them and end our relationship completely. Those
are the ones who would call me a dyke bitch or the sadistic bitch in white.
The other negative result is that they simply will not give back in kind.
And that's how it was with Anna. Except for one distinction."

"Except?"

"For some reason, Anna became psychologically stuck. Once I established
Anna's hatred for Martha, it seemed to consume her. The periods of pleasure
I tried to give her didn't seem to work anymore. In fact, she seemed to
have regressed back a bit. Oh I could touch her all right, but it was
virtually impossible for her to become aroused by it anymore. It almost
seemed like the only time she did become aroused was when she only thought
of Martha in the context of revenge. I figured she was developing into a
perfect little sadist like me. And for awhile I thought I could still make
her love me too, or so I wanted to believe. Then one day she came to me
with some evidence regarding Martha. I didn't know it until right then, but
my dear precious Anna was quite an accomplished computer geek. Somehow,
someway, in the little time I allowed her to be by herself, she had found
out that Martha was embezzling money from the college where she worked.
Anna brought the evidence to me one day and thought it would be a good way
to blackmail Martha with."

"Wasn't that what you wanted all along? Part of your great plan as I
remember."

"Yes. But Anna had radically jumped the gun. I wanted to establish an
intimate lesbian relationship with her first, then bring in Martha. I had
all manner of fantasies of both of us making love together in bed while
Martha was in the background moaning and groaning from the pain and
humiliation Anna and I had inflicted upon her prior to it. And bringing in
Martha now would result in having those intimate nights of passion with
my dear sweet Anna fall by the way side. So I stalled her. I told Anna that
what she found was great, but we needed more. It worked for a couple of
days then Anna came back to me with all manners of financial blackmailing
evidence.  Later I found out that she had planted it all with her computer
skills.

So when she showed me all that she had, what could I say? Thus we decided
to invite Martha over on a rouse and then spring upon what we had on her
and our ultimatum."

"So in reality, it was actually Anna who started the blackmailing ball
rolling then."

"Yea, surprise, surprise. What's that old saying "The best laid plans of
mice and men,"

"Often go astray. Oh yes, I know that one very well indeed." Doctor
Bridgestone again looked off to the side as if in quiet reflection. Then a
noise outside in the hall broke her trace like stare.

"Let's see. It's about 10:30 now. How about we continue our discussion
after lunch, say about 2 PM. That will give you plenty of time to eat and
rest for a bit before we start again fresh this afternoon. That should give
me enough time to see to other matters that I have pending for today as
well."

"Sure Doctor Bridgestone, that will be fine."

"Is there anything special you would like me to have the orderly bring you
for lunch?"

"Hmmm, just a light salad with vinegar dressing on the side and a
strawberry yogurt, low fat."

"Very well Lisa. Have a pleasant lunch and I will see you at 2 then."

"You too doctor."

The woman doctor left the room with her well used notebook clenched close
to her breast. On her way down the hall she stopped at the nurse's station
and asked the nurse for Lisa's chart. She entered some notes regarding
medication and the current status of her patient's health. Then she told
the nurse on duty to relay her patient's lunch request to the proper
department. She took a few minutes to briefly review the charts of other
patients related to her staff just to keep tabs on how they were doing. All
those patients seemed to be doing very well too, a good reflection on the
quality of people she had working under her.

When she was finished with the paper work it was pretty close to lunch
time. So the woman doctor decided to beat the crowd and have an early
lunch. This way she could spend more time with her "other" patient before
going back to Lisa again.


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