The Picture, DSM-IV by Faibhar faibhar@yahoo.com "So. How does that make you feel...?" The slurping noises came from the chained slave, ferverently bobbing her head as she sucked the therapist's cock. Heavy breathing under rustling clothes provided counterpoint to the rhymic ticking of the therapist's clock.Yet another session inexorably approached its short-hour climax. The man gasped as he came; The Mistress sighed. The slave slurped. Wiping salty cream from her lips, the slave looked up to the middle-aged social worker and said, "Mistress ordered me to please Sir. What i feel is of little importance, but i do hope that Mistress's wishes have succeeded." "They have! When can you two make it next time?" He turned to the reclining woman, ignoring the kneeling slave who had just given him service. With an attempt at retrievieving some modicum of professionalism that belied his racing heart beat, he reached across his desk for his appointment book, poised a pen above one page and compared his wrist-watch time with that of the mantle clock. The Mistress gentily stirred from her semi-recumbant position on the couch. Long scarlet fingernails softly raked her slave's raven locks.Finally, heavily lidded eyes the color of a churning sea at sunset gazed upon the disheveled, and nearly frantic MSW. "Make it next Tuesday at 3. Let's try then for another theme, shall we?" She rose to her sandaled feet and cloaked the long robe over her manacled lover. Ever eager to please this most pleasing couples client he wetly murmured, "We could always try for an initiation into The Mile High Club...As a theme, I mean." The more mature woman closed her eyes and slightly titled her head, as if considering the relative merits of this latest proposal. A slight silibance betrayed her Southern heritage. "Hmmm. Let me give it some consideration. You will be contacted." Hastening to button up his Arabian Nights costume the therapist rose with this most special client, forgetting all about his pen and the time.With the cloaked slave still on the carpet between them he almost pleadingly said, "I will make reservations for the three of us. A short flight. Only about, uhm...say an hour? You two can rest on the return flight back!" >From the very first session Tom Lessons, MSW, MFCC, knew that the thirty-something client was manipulative; the alpha "male" of the pair. There was the way Ms.Marilyn Knowles interacted with him and her twenty-five year-old lover, the ever-sensual but simply named Sheila. That much was okay, though. He had seen much since opening up his own practice and manipulation was not all that unique in couples therapy, especially if the two clients were of the same sex as Ms Knowles and Sheila were. He had done the usual at their first introduction, learning that Ms. Knowles was somewhat concerned by the effect any stryaing might have on her relationship with Sheila. She did most of the talking and the black-haired beauty sat mainly mute at her side. And then things changed. The familiar power structure Lessons had long employed in his practice began to shift. Learning of his couples' predilection for Sado-masochism, Tom at first confirmed what he already suspected by later consulting with his desk reference. In later sessions he practically shoved the appropriate page of the DSM-IV under Ms. Knowle's nose. The move was hardly professional, but growing frustration on his part was his excuse. To his dismay, Ms. Knowles only scoffed at the therapist's bible, laughingly removing from her purse a pair of handcuffs. At first he didn't know what to do with the cuffs placed in the palm of his hand. Searching for an answer he sought those sea-green eyes flecked with golden and purple hues, and then peeked at Sheila. Too much was taking place for him to notice that the younger woman had stood and turned her back to him, placing her delicate wrist behind her back. Marilyn Knowles knowingly smiled at Tom, nodding toward the proffered wrists. "She is quite tame...You'll see." A top button was undone, and then lower buttons until the female stood in Tom Lesson's office handcuffed and practically naked to the waist."From now on, you shall address your client not as Ms. Knowles, or even Marilyn, but as Mistress." Tom nodded at the words but his attention was focused on the pale neck, ample bosom now naked sans any bra, and the smooth flesh of Shelia's exposed midriff. Absently, he muttered a reply. "Yes...Mistress." What was once called a mental or personality disorder by the DSM-IV and all of his colleagues soon turned into a preference amongst the three. Sex acts soon followed the initial disrobing.At times Ms. Marilyn Knowles merely watched as Tom handcuffed a nude Sheila to various hard points around his office and then made love to her. On other occasions all three of them commixed in an orgiastic stew. Knowles, it turned out, also possessed a lucious body and even more formidable sex drive. When Tom rested between bouts, "Mistress" would continue their trysts by slapping her slave and then kissing various parts of the young woman. For her part, Sheila proved enthusiastic with both of them, willingly allowing herself to be undressed, cuffed and used. For Tom Lessons, these weekly appointments made getting out of bed very easy and the usual daily grind all that much more tolerable. Each moment closer to their next appointment added a futher bounce to his step. Despite the loss of familiar power in the shifting relationship between therapist and these particular clients, he no longer felt frustrated about anything. Another volume of DSM needed to be written. "IV" was no longer relevant. The writing, however, would have to be done by others as Tom Lessons was too busy with his most special clients. The idea for various masquerade parties and costumed themes for their sessions was first introduced by Ms. Marilyn Knowles. She offered no alternative and besides, Tom and Sheila fast became eager participants. At first came the logical: Nurse and Doctor. Later "events", and they soon became "events" involved anything from ancient Romans, to latter day Nazis, and sultry Arabian Nights. All were enacted in Tom's office, regardless of the costume or theme. All, that is, until Tom's idea for The Mile High Club. By definition their future menage-a-trois, should his idea be accepted, would need more space...