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I was lying naked against the warm leather of the examination couch. Legs raised with my knees bent over my chest, exposing my genitals and arsehole. Jenny Appiah stood over me, poking, prodding and pinching my delicate areas with her rubber gloved hands, checking for stray hairs that I may have missed with the razor blade. The cramps in my legs were accumulating while I was in this awkward, vulnerable position. I closed my eyes to the intense glare of the overhead light and tried to concentrate my thoughts on recent events.
Earlier, I had knocked on her door, waited for a reply. Jenny’s voice called out for me to enter. Inside the room she stood, facing away from me, preparing the examination couch. Without turning, Jenny told me to remove my clothing and pointed her long manicured finger toward the high backed, wooden chair by the window. I complied, putting my bag beside the chair and undressed. I watched her as I stripped, noting her appearance.
She wore a light, blue summers dress, that buttoned up the front. Her jet black hair, tied up in loose bun. I took her curves, her dark skinned legs and her white high heels. She leaned over, adjusting the height of the couch, humming a melody to herself. Finally finished, Jenny turned around with a wide, twinkling smile, asked how I was, and said whenever I was ready to remove my butt plug and climb up on the couch.
The latest feature in the room was a lamp, that was on a tall, adjustable stand above the couch. It shone down, blinding me with it’s brilliant glow, obscuring my view of Jenny’s beautiful face. I was trying to keep my mind occupied, tensed up as she slid a well lubricated finger up my backside to explore my rectum. I thought back to what had happened last week, when I had spent most of my therapy session sat crosslegged on the floor at her feet. Later, Den had appeared and I had been ordered to give her boyfriend a foot massage, while she sat on his lap kissing with him.
Back in the present, Jenny softly hummed her tune, while she peeled off her latex gloves and stood back, throwing them into the waste bin. “You can bring your legs down now and relax,” she said. “You have done a fantastic job shaving, not a single hair in sight, all nice and smooth,” she smiled down at me. “I can see that your backside isn’t as tight now. Wearing the plug is helping, and I hope that you’re practicing with the dildo? So… where did we get to last time?”
The bright light hurt my eyes, I blinked and licked my dry lips. “I have been using it…just as you asked. I used it a couple of times since last week,” I replied. I still had the vision of Jenny, her lips around Den’s massive cock, as she sucked him in front of me. I couldn’t get that sight out of my mind.
That evening, last week when I returned home after completing my chores, I had gone straight to my bedroom and taken the thick black rubber dildo from out of the drawer. I studied it closely, my hand wrapped around it, feeling it’s realistic texture, length and breadth. I had compared it’s size to what I had seen of Den’s cock, wondering what that might feel like. I felt envious seeing him with Jenny, and thought about what she had said…’some things were not for me’. I had to accept my lot in life, make the most of what I had. If my only sex life was to be with this rubber cock, I would need to start practising. Jenny would probably know If I hadn’t used it… she always knew when I was being dishonest. I had already experienced the painful consequences of being untruthful with her. I contemplated my situation while I sat on the bed, then put the rubber cock down on the covers.
“How are you getting on? Are you having fun?” She asked, her questions interrupting my thoughts. She turned off the Iamp, pushing away from me to one side. I was relieved, now the harsh light was out of my eyes. “You do realise that it’s important for you to be honest with me? These sessions we’ve been having over the past two months or so aren’t going to work if you hold back.” She continued, folding her arms, as she gazed down at me.
I placed a hand over my naked, hairless groin, suddenly embarrassed by my nudity. I hesitated and tried to find the right words. “I’m getting used to it, I guess,” I replied, not exactly the words I wanted to use, but my thoughts were on that time last week when Jenny was with Den. I had used the dildo and had been aroused thinking about their intimacy. “I actually took the dildo and sat looking at it for ages, before I did anything.”
“What exactly did you do?” She said, frowning at me. “Describe what happened and how you felt after.”
“When I got ready for bed, I removed the butt plug, lubricated my bottom, then slipped-between the sheets. I made myself comfortable, propped the pillows behind my back and reached for the dildo. I was so turned on at that time. I grasped it by the suction cup base and spread my legs. I pushed the rubber cock between my cheeks and against my rectum, eased it inside, carefully and slowly. It felt painful at first, I was bursa escort bayan thankful that I had prepared by wearing the plug constantly,” I said, thinking about what Jenny had said when she introduced me to the butt plug.
Jenny sat down, perching her perfect peachy bottom on the high stool next to me, crossing her shapely brown legs. “How was your experience? Did you manage to give yourself an orgasm, and have a little squirt from your pee pee?” She asked, laughing out loud, then looked down at my penis. “Looks like you’re all excited just talking about using that big black cock?”
I was aware that my stiffening dick gave away my thoughts. “It felt okay really, actually, it was good… once I grew accustomed to the size.” I said, embarrassed at my confession. “Although it hurt at first, I managed to bring myself to orgasm eventually. I kind of leaked and dribbled, instead of shooting a load. It felt quite different masturbating like that.”
“Different, in what way?” She shifted her weight, uncrossing her legs, parting her thighs with her hands on her knees. “This wasn’t the first time that you’ve had something up your arse? You have had previous experience before, haven’t you?”
“I did. Occasionally Amy used a vibrator on me. This dildo was much larger, also more realistic looking.” I said, glancing down at my twitching, frustrated penis. I had the urge to play with myself, but I knew that I wasn’t allowed to do that without Jenny’s permission. I still could feel the smack I had from her wooden spoon.
“Good. You mentioned that in your transcripts, that she used a vibrator on you. I want you to keep practising with the dildo. Use the dildo, whenever you get the urge, Instead of wanking yourself off.” She swivelled herself from off the stool, stood and straightened her dress. “You can get changed now, ready for work. Don’t forget to replace your butt plug, then take a seat. I have something for you, I won’t be long. Oh, by the way are you allergic to anything?”
“No not really. Apart from fish and seafood, although I’m not allergic, It doesn’t agree with me… makes me sick.” I thought for a moment, then I added, “I do get hay-fever, from pollen. Does that count as an allergy?”
“That’s okay then. I’ll be back shortly.” Jenny turned on her heels, swaying her hips provocatively as she walked. She paused to open the window blinds, flooding the room with sunshine. Jenny turned to give me a backward glance and smile as she left the room.
I sat up, swung my legs off the couch and picked up the butt plug from the trolley at the foot of the couch. I wondered what she might have in store for me today. I stood up, relieved now that the cramps were easing, tiptoeing over to where I had left my clothes and bag on the chair. I looked out the window into the garden, hoping that noboby was outside, spying on me. I knew Jenny’s younger sister, Linda often went outside to vape. She had been such a bossy bitch, she had hardly said a kind word to me since I had seen her naked when Joshua, her boyfriend, had whipped off her towel in front of me, while I was cleaning her flat.
Reinserting the butt plug was easy. I leaned forward, my knees bent and gently pushed it up my lubricated arse. Recently I had began to feel empty and incomplete without the plug inside me. I had grown accustomed to it now, the feeling of rubber stretching my rectum, like it was part of me.
Unpacking my bag, I had brought with me, a pair of pink leggings, a loose fitting white top and a pair of silky white panties to wear for my evening’s cleaning shift. I dressed quickly, making sure that my softening penis was tucked out of sight between my legs, as I stepped into the tight fitting knickers.
I caught my reflection in the window, satisfied with my appearance. I hoped Jenny would be pleased with my progress towards submissiveness. Finally I placed my feet in a pair of flat heeled women’s shoes, and went to sit in the comfortable leather armchair. While waiting for her to return, I gazed around my now familiar surroundings. The empty chair opposite me, where Jenny had sucked Den’s cock last week. There was the dark wooden bookshelf on the far side of the room, and then up at the clock on the wall, above the door. I had been here for fifteen minutes, yet it seemed longer.
I wondered what we might discuss this afternoon. A week ago, I had told Jenny about when I had taken Amy out for a meal, then to my local pub. I recalled her being chatted up by a stranger, and how he had offered her alternative accommodation for the night, in his bed. She turned him down, choosing to sleep beside me. It had been our first night together, although absolutely nothing happened between us, apart from cuddles under the duvet. The next day, Andy had come over unexpectedly, to offer her a lift home. They had sex together once again in my room. I then got my treat, as Amy always called it, and licked up their collective juices from her well fucked pussy and arse.
My thoughts bursa escort sitesi were interrupted by Jenny’s return. She swung open the door with steaming cups in each hand and her file s notes tucked under her arm. “Oh you’re looking good,” she said, studying my appearance. She smiled, nodding with approval. “You look about ready for a busy evening.” She walked over to me, offered me a cup. “Here you are. I made this for you.”
I reached out and took the hot drink from her hand. “Thank you so much,” I said, with a smile. Jenny stood beside my chair for a moment, then placed her cup and notes on the low coffee table, between the armchairs. I could feel the warmth from the cup as I held it by the handle. I recoiled from the strange smell, a strong, earthy aroma that filled the air. This wasn’t the what I expected. “What the hell is this?” I asked, peering into the cup of dark, steaming liquid.
Jenny took her seat, opposite me, reached out for her cup and took a sip. “A herbal tea, it’s very popular back home in Africa. It will help you relax and stay calm. Also it’s very healthy and beneficial. So drink it while it’s hot.”
“Are you having one as well?” I asked, taking another sniff. I was unsure and thought that it could be drugged… or something?
Jenny shook her head, still smiling. “No. I’ve got a coffee. I made you that especially. It will make you feel more relaxed, calmer and a lot less anxious. It is part of your therapy. Although I won’t force you to drink it… if you don’t want to.” Jenny motioned for me to take a sip.
The thought crossed my mind, maybe I should just put the cup down on the table and leave it there. “Do I have a choice? What’s in it exactly?” I brought the rim of the cup to my lips and blew across the hot, steamy tea, hoping to cool it down.
“I’m not sure of the exact recipe. All I know is that it’s made from a root and infused with herbs. I can understand if you are not sure about what I’ve given you. Tell me something, do you believe that your sessions here have been helpful?” Jenny asked, taking another sip of coffee.
I thought for a moment, watching the steam rise. “Well yes they have. I feel more able to… confront my past now and I’m finding it easier coping with life.”
“That’s good to know and it’s all free of charge,” she said.
“Free of charge? I have to work here, five evenings a week cleaning up after everyone and scrubbing the floors next door, and your sister’s flat.”
“Are you complaining? Just drink your tea and be thankful that I give you my time,” Jenny raised her voice and gave me a disapproving look.
I hesitated, thinking that I had better give her the benefit of the doubt, and took a small sip. The taste was a surprise, sweeter than I imagined, with an aftertaste reminiscent of liquorice. I had another longer taste, swilling the hot tea around my mouth before swallowing.
“Good boy. Do you like it? As I said, It will help you relax. You’re always so tense, shy and not very forthcoming with me. I’m hoping you’ll be uninhibited with me,” Jenny said, looking over at me, then placed her cup down on the table. “So, where did we get to? What happened next with Amy?” She picked up her notes, opened the file and flicked through the pages.
“I didn’t see Amy the following weekend. She had to work all day, Saturday. I went to a beer festival with some friends, which was fun but didn’t end too well for me.”
“Why what happened? Did you drink too much, or something?” She asked, disapprovingly. “
“Yes I got very drunk, then I lost my phone on the way home. It must have fallen out of my pocket in the taxi, on the way home,” I replied, thinking back to that moment. “I panicked when I realised that I had lost it. All my text messages from Amy and the photos she had sent me were lost. I did have a password lock but thought that whoever found it might be able to unlock the phone and access my personal stuff.”
“I hope that taught you a lesson? You shouldn’t get yourself so drunk. How did you manage to stay in contact with Amy?”
“I had a spare pay as you go phone, it was older but worked okay. I rang my service provider, as soon as I could to report it’s loss, ordered a replacement handset and reactivated my old number. I was so annoyed with myself for getting drunk like that. When I managed to send Amy a message, she said that she had done exactly the same thing once, losing her phone on a druken night out. I should put it down to experience.” I replied, after having another sip of my strange tasting tea. “It was an expensive, inconvenient mistake to make.”
“I know the feeling. Well, at least you could stay in contact with her. Did she talk about her weekend?”
“She had to work all day Saturday. She did go for a drink after, with her friend, Nicola, but only stayed out for a couple of ciders. She then went home to an empty house. She talked about being bored, her kids were still away at their Dad’s until the end of the week. Amy wished she could’ve spent her time with me. She did have a surprise text message from her ex boyfriend, Will.
“Really? Wasn’t he the guy she was seeing when you first met?” Jenny asked, sitting forward, showing an interest.
“That’s the one. Amy broke up with him shortly after we met, saying that he was unreliable and kept on letting her down. She hadn’t heard anything from him for months.”
“Did she say what it was about?” Jenny asked, shifting in her seat, turning a few pages back in her file.
“He was just asking after her. They had a conversation, texting about what had been going on in their lives. Amy told him that she had met someone new.”
“When she said that she had met someone new, did she refer to you or Andy?”
“I think she meant me.” I said, taking a long gulp of the strange smelling, sweet tasting tea. The cup was still warm in my hand, I would have prefered to put it down on the table while it cooled down, but Jenny’s advice was to drink it while it was hot.
“This Will, he was the younger guy, who already had a girlfriend and drove a Porsche? Was she was thinking about getting reacquainted with him? Perhaps meeting up for a fuck?” Jenny asked, with a smile.
“Amy didn’t mention anything about that. She just said that I was on her mind… she was thinking about me at the time.”
“Oh really? Well that’s nice,” Jenny said, with a surprised expression. “What exactly was she saying?”
“She wished we lived nearer, so she could see me more often. She wanted to give me a cuddle, and thought that I needed cheering up, after losing my phone.”
“Okay, what was Amy going to do to cheer you up?”
“I asked her the same question. She replied that she wanted to cuddle up in bed. She mentioned that she had some new lingerie to show me.”
Jenny pouted her lips, raising her eyebrows. “I’m surprised that she was getting all lovey dovey now. Did you think she wanted to have sex with you?”
“I didn’t think so. It was more like being affectionate,” I paused, trying to find my next words. “I was delighted, asked if she might prefer to model her new lingerie for Andy or Will. I was attempting to ascertain which guy she preferred. Her response surprised me. Amy said, she had thought of me, while shopping for underwear. She had developed genuine feelings for me and didn’t want lose me. Also she didn’t want to give up seeing Andy for sex, as he fun, but felt that she didn’t have an emotional connection with him… not like she had with me. She needed me to know that she would feel lost without me in her life. We were made for each other, because I understood her completely.”
“I wouldn’t expect to hear that from anyone after such a short period of time. That must of made you feel like you were the king of the world? Jenny smiled. I caught a quick flash of white between her dark thighs as she crossed her legs. “What else did she say?”
“She was counting the days until she could be with me again, I meant the world to her.” I said, feeling pleased with myself while explaining this. “I felt Iike the luckiest guy in the world.”
“Amy was getting soppy with you?” Jenny asked.
“She hoped that one day we could live together, and that I made her feel so special. I really cared about her happiness, unlike all the other men she had been with,” I said, taking another swig of herbal tea. “Amy said that perhaps once her kids had left home, it would be easier.”
“Of course, with her children living there would make things more difficult. At the time you were yet to meet them?” Jenny glanced through her notes, took her cup of coffee in her hand, “If you lived together, would she have continued her sexual relationship with Andy? If so… how would that make you feel?”
“I was excited at the thought of living together. I didn’t yet know what it would be like to share our space, after all it was still early days, but at the time, I couldn’t imagine life without her. We did have quite a sexual discussion after that.”
“What did you discuss?” Jenny asked, looking intrigued as she brushed her hair behind her ear.
“Amy said about the experience she had with Andy the previous weekend. She thought it had brought us closer together, and asked if I felt the same way,” I paused, downing the last of drops of tea, then placed the empty cup on the table. “When I text her back, I asked if she had enjoyed me licking her pussy clean after they had sex.”
“So she instigated the conversation? How did she respond when you said about licking her pussy?” Jenny said, adding to her notes.
“She really enjoyed me going down on her, asked if I would like to lick her clit while she had Andy’s cock inside her pussy… She did use those words. I responded immediately, I was getting horny thinking about doing that.”
“Did you have a wank, when you thought about going down on her while she was being fucked?”
“I did have a wank later that night. Amy asked if I was sexually satisfied by just wanking myself off. It mattered to her, that I got some pleasure out of this too. I replied that it was pleasure enough just having her in my life. I loved everything we did together, especially when she sat on my face. That was enough satisfaction for me.” I said, my mouth was suddenly dry.
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