Cutty

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Consequences, the psychiatrist

A long silence fell as ms Brendan walked through the room, and Donna didn’t dare to move, but wanted badly for this to be over, so she could get out.

“Okay, so in three days you will do your teeth, after that we’ll do the skin treatments. Those can be done in one day, in the morning the teeth, in the afternoon the skin. Cutty, you’ll be sore all over when you go to your grandparents!!”

Donna hung her head down in defeat.

“Now for some good news. I have a great project for you scheduled, the upgrading of the old business area down town. We have some great ideas to make it a new nightlife center, and you will be in charge of the budget! Not alone of course, at first, but in the end I expect you to pull it on your own.”

That was actually really good news. Donna looked surprised behind her where ms Brendan was busy with her phone checking her messages. She still didn’t dare to move, or better, didn’t think about moving.

“Thought you might like that.” Ms Brendan said with a smile as she looked at Donna’s happily surprised face.

“Tomorrow you will be briefed at work, and from thereon you’ll be full of work.”

“I expect you to keep the schedule of spa and gym, and Ninon will keep on training you, perfecting your skills. You’re doing great with that.”

“So the mornings keep on being training sessions, where you rehearse what you’ve been taught, until you do all the moves perfect. I mean, you must be able to fuck a dildo squatting on it, while smiling, and coming, lick any women’s pussy, suck dick, dance sexy, walk sexy, learn how to behave as a whore, as a slut, as a sex slave. So many different rules apply, and you need to know all. You must be able to handle every situation handed to you.” Ms Brendan didn’t even look at Donna as she rattled her instructions to her.

“In the afternoon there will be work, and it’ll be a lot. So you’ll be quite busy.”

“In the afternoons, beginning of the night you’ll have the spa, the gym to keep you busy, and at night Ninon will train you most of the time.” Ms Brendan looked at Donna again “As for coming Friday, after the clinic, I’ll pick you up and we come here were you’ll attend a party of mine. That will clarify what I expect from you in the future. You’ll be home by Saturday morning, where you can join your family for the trip to the grandparents.”

Donna understood this meant someone else had to pick up Robert when he arrived on Friday. She would only see him two short days, given that he would most likely return Monday morning early, the first day of the new year. He had already prepared her for that. “And all that is ms Brendan’s doing...She’s making sure Robert stays far away, and now I have to encourage that even!” She recalled she had to push him to work hard, so she would be used to service him.

Ms Brendan stopped with her phone and walked up to Donna.

“Cutty, we will go to the psychiatrist now, where your girls have been already. They have been briefed on what is going on with you, and how it will be solved. It means the silent treatment, and they’re told to leave you alone as much as possible alone. You’ll agree with that, but to make sure everybody understands just how weird the situation is the psychiatrist would like some special action from you.”

“But let’s go, she is in the other room awaiting you.”

Donna was pulled naked on the platform shoes to another room before she could really object. As she entered she saw a lady about her age sitting on a chair, next to a table full of documents. Donna was pushed on the couch in the room, and sat down with a sigh. The lady didn’t look surprised as Donna walked in naked, but that didn’t surprise Donna anymore. She understood she was probably on ms Brendan’s side too, as so many of the people she met lately.

“To explain you who this lady is, please introduce yourself, Melinda.”  Ms Brendan said in a friendly  way. And she smiled at Donna indicating she should pay attention.

The lady energetically got up gave her a friendly firm hand.

“I am Melinda Burkowitz, I am married, have three kids aged 5, 7, and 8. I am a professional psychiatrist, therapist, and specialize in relationship management. I am proud to help you with your problems, and know the road we have chosen for you will be most exciting, and fruitful.”

“I’ve convinced her to make your case a show case for her work. It is a radical new approach, in which the client, you, first indulges into her darkest sexual fantasies, to find contentment with the situation. I loved the idea from the very first moment, and she is making it real...” ms Brendan said.

The woman smiled agreeable at ms Brendan as she said this, and then turned to Donna and handed her some folders. “These are explaining the method. It is revolutionary, and very controversial. The method consists of encouraging, forcing, the client to accept her sexual fantasies, outlive them. Critics say I am abusing the trust of clients, and pushing them deeper into depravity instead of helping them. It is an ongoing debate, and it necessitates you signing you agreed even though you knew it was highly controversial, experimental. I even have to mention to you by court order that even the good results I claim are disputed still. I have an ongoing conflict with the ethics committee, and they forced me to be very clear about my treatment with my clients.”

Donna wondered what weird method she was subjected too. How could a psychiatrist do something so controversial?

Melinda smiled friendly at ms Brendan “But ms Brendan had provided me with sure win cases up to now. And I am sure you will be a great success for me too.”

Donna understood what was going on. “How evil can you get? This woman’s career is solely depending on some idiotic treatment invented only, probably, to abuse women. Women like me. And while she supplies some legal platform, ms Brendan has a nice place to bring her ‘girlfriends’ for therapy, which are the only ones who will agree to such a treatment, and would never complain towards the ethics committee that tries to stop her...What a mess I’m in!!”

“And how well does she act. She looks all professional as she sells this garbage of a treatment for real science!!!” Donna looked at the women with hatred boiling up.

“The therapy is basically as follows; I examine the clients sexual state, her history, her current dreams, desires, etcetera. From that portfolio we choose the heaviest, kinkiest dreams or desires, and strive to fulfill them. The idea behind it is sexual freedom. Our society ignores sexuality at all levels, and thus we need to brusquely brake through the barriers. It is not the dreams and desires that are despicable, it is the society that deems them inappropriate, forbids them, either through social condemnation, or through direct laws.”

“In other words, she even pushes her clients to pursue illegal sex acts.” Donna said as she listened to the bullshit she was hearing “How good this lady must have been to come up with something of an scientific base for ms Brendan’s idea for enslaving women. Making them fall deeper into her clutches...”

“As for your case, I haven’t really met you, but I’ve read your diary, as provided by ms Brendan.”

“Why doesn’t that surprise me...” Donna thought, but she gave ms Brendan a thankful smile “Bitch.”

“And based on that I have decided for the following course. We will clear the path for your sexual desires, like becoming a whore. We will inform your family you are in therapy, however they don’t need to, no better, must not know the details of your actions. I think you would agree with me on that. As your daughters have seen too much of your hidden life, we will tell them you are sexually experiencing as part of your therapy. We must have them cooperate in keeping this a secret to your husband, who only needs to know you are in therapy. We’ll tell him you felt alone, without a goal in life, and are looking for new ones. It is the truth, he just doesn’t have to know it are sexual goals you pursue. Man can’t handle that.”

“I already talked about most of this with your daughters, and they agreed to go along for a while. When we finished up here we’ll get them and together we’ll handle the last details.”

“Now lets sign the papers, so we got all the legal stuff out the way. You’ll have to sign all the papers I laid out on the table for you. It is a lot, but they really try to make my life difficult. Also, as part of the legal actions taken against me, I need to involve a guardian for you, a close friend who will vow you are doing this on your own free will. You must supply me with such a person, within the next week.”

“I would suggest you meet up at your house tomorrow morning, and have an old friend there, who is willing to be your guardian.” Ms Brendan suggested.

Donna’s mind raced again. Involve a friend! And tomorrow already, as she knew ms Brendan’s suggestion was actually an order. Who could she involve in such a short time period?

“She will be explained the background of the therapy, and she will be briefed on regular occasions. By court order I need to do that at least every month.” Melinda said, as she gave Donna a pen to sign a whole pile of documents.

“Court-order, legal problems... They are being chased because the therapy is as sick as it can get. What friend can I tell I am in therapy? Why can’t I just ask ms Brendan...” she thought about it “No, she is making sure she is always out of the picture, legally that is. And she wants me to confine a friend in my escapades, which will sink me deeper into this pit of lies...”

But she knew she didn’t have a choice. And the next ten minutes she signed all sorts of documents, in which she basically agreed she knew the therapy was bullshit, was most likely illegal, could lead to illegal activity for which she waved any responsibility of the therapist. In other words, she signed her own demise...

“Will I be strong enough to find a way out somehow?” she wondered as the last paper was signed and filed. “Up to now everything I did didn’t help much. And it is getting worse fast.”

“Tomorrow you will get your copies. Let’s get you ready now, get the girls, and finish up.”

“Wait I can’t meet them like this!” Donna protested as she saw ms Brendan get up.

“That is an essential part of the therapy.” The psychiatrist said with a friendly smile “You’ll expose yourself as the slut you are for them. It makes it all more convincing, and pictures are better than a thousand words.”

“No...no..” Donna said.

“Come on Cutty, get yourself together.” Ms Brendan spoke as she was by the door. “They have seen you fucking three black boys, they know the sick things you do, and they have been told what sick things go through your mind. Being modest right now is ridiculous.” Ms Brendan opened the door and got out. Clearly agitated, which in turn frightened Donna.

“Don’t worry, I’ll do most of the talking and explaining. You just sit tight. It is hard in the beginning, but you’ll have to get through it to cure yourself. Just imagine what dangers they could be in if you didn’t solve your problems?” Melinda said as she walked up to Donna.

Now that was a threat, Donna understood. Her mind racing again useless, only to come up with the same old result, cooperate, go along.

She hung her head down in despair. “What a mess, what a mess..”

“Here come on.” The psychiatrist warned. She lifted Donna’s head and looked her in the eye, and handed her some fishnet stockings. “Nothing says ‘slut’ as much as fishnet stockings. Put them on..”

Donna looked at the garment for a moment and with a big sigh undid her shoes, and put the stockings on. When her shoes were back on Melinda sat on her lap, and proceeded to apply make up “We don’t have much time, so I just cover the basics, and use bright whorish colors.”

If that was meant to ease Donna it didn’t work. But by now Donna had resigned to her faith, and just held her face still as the make up was applied.

When she was finished the door opened, and the girls were let in. They looked surprised at Donna, who smiled back sheeply, with tears filling her eyes. It was too embarrassing, too emotional for Donna.

The door was closed. Donna noticed ms Brendan was not with them. It would be just her, her daughters, and her new psychiatrist.

“Please sit down next to your mother.” The psychiatrist urged the hesitating girls.

They silently did looking weird at their mother, who herself avoided their looks, and looked pleadingly at Melinda to please stop the humiliating charade.

As the girls wriggled uncomfortable on the couch, Melinda, still smiling started the session.

“Girls, you have been told already about what is going on with your mom, and how we will try to solve it. You can see now for your own eyes your mother is quite the slut, sitting naked here with just those awful high heeled platform shoes and fishnet stockings on.”

She let them look at their mother for a moment.

“You can also see she’s quite embarrassed to be exposed like this. However it is what she desires most, to be a slut.”

“Donna” she said, making eye contact with Donna “Please look at your daughters. They need to see you as slut too. Don’t worry about crying, it is all ok, it is going to be alright.”

Donna meekly peeked at her daughters, and next started to cry uncontrollably, as she saw the way they looked at her.

“Don’t worry girls.” Melinda said “It is a normal reaction. It is the humiliation she feels. Years, centuries of denied sexual freedom has to be overcome, and that is not easy. Rome was not build in a day...”

Donna sobbed and curled up and covered her face with her hands. She was out of it.

“Mom...” Trixy said “Don’t worry, we understand..”

Melinda mentioned for Julie to say something too.

“Ehh, mom... It is kind of weird... but I...it makes sense now, your actions. And if this experimental therapy works, we will be one big happy family again. We’ll support you...”

Donna sobbed more and more, crying big tears, not being able to think straight anymore.

Melinda walked up to her and comforted her as she cried relentlessly.

“Come on Donna, give the girls a small thank you..” she whispered in her ear, as she hugged her and rocked her gently. “Be strong...”

After a few minutes of nurturing Donna finally was calming down. Her daughters had on advice of Melinda kept on telling her they understood, and that they would help. It caused every time another wail from Donna, but eventually she looked briefly at them and stuttered a small barely hearable “Thank you..”

“There you go...” Melinda said as she let go of Donna who kept her face in her hands, and kept on crying.

“The first session together is always very emotional, and hard on the subject.” Melinda explained to the girls “But it is necessary for you girls to see a real part of your mother, to see what we deal with is real. She is a slut, as whore, and she loves it.” Another wail from Donna as this was said.

“Donna, for you to know, I have discussed, shown, your daughters several extracts from your diary.” Donna began to cry even louder “I know, I know, it is embarrassing.” Melinda agreed “But it was necessary to show them the incident on the island was not a stand alone one. It was a result from your suppressed desires, The secret life you have been living now for a few months.” Donna cried even more.

“Don’t worry, your diary is something personal, and I gave them some less incriminating sections, only to give them the correct idea.”

Donna just cried on, as she heard her whole personal life was ruined for ever.

“You see how emotional this is for her?” Melinda said to the girls.

“Now to understand we are all on the same page here. You girls understand she is not allowed to speak to you girls for a while?”

“Yes Melinda” the girls said in unison.

“Donna?” Melinda said friendly. All attention was back to the sobbing mother.

“Yes...” Donna stuttered softly.

“And you all understand why?”

“Because it is something a woman has to deal with on her own, without friends, without family to hold her back.” Trixy said. She obviously was a good listener.

“And as this whole thing is a woman thing, no man should know, especially not your father. He wouldn’t understand, and just get mad.”

“We understand..” Julie said with confidence.

“Donna?”

“Y-Yes.”

“Great. We really are making progress here!!” Melinda said. “Now all we need is a last act from you Donna. I want you to really open up now.” Melinda got up and lifted Donna and positioned her on her knees, bend over on the couch. Donna meekly, crying followed the instructions of Melinda, totally comatose.

Her naked ass was now facing her daughters, who looked a bit disgusted at the view.

“Now girls, this is your mother you’re looking at.” Melinda warned them “Don’t give her those looks.” Another wail from Donna.

“Okay Donna, now do one more last humiliating thing, start masturbating for your girls. Show them what slut you are.” She grabbed the hand of Donna and pushed it through her legs up to her exposed pussy.

“As you can see girls...” Melinda said as she parted the outer lips of Donna some more “She is wet already, despite her obvious embarrassment.”

“Go on Donna, rub yourself...” Melinda gently encourage the ashamed Donna. Donna slowly started to rub her clit, not even understanding why she did it.

“Good, good, you little slut...” Melinda said as she patted the upright ass.

“Now you girls go home, and leave us alone, she will find her own way home.” Melinda said as she stood up and let the girls out.

“you think you can cure mom?” Trixy asked Melinda sincerely.

“She has to cure herself, sweety.” Melinda answered “But she has taken some big steps today, in showing you girls the depraved person that is taking over. “ Donna sobbed even more as she heard them chat about her like this. Her image towards her daughters had been ruined forever.

“You’ll just need to brace yourself for the obscene things she will do, and of which you most likely will see too much... That is why I wanted her here as a slut. You girls now know what you’re up against.”

Donna just laid on the couch and masturbated while she cried in a pillow. She didn’t even heard the girls say goodbye to her, nor did she hear Melinda and ms Brendan discuss how the meeting had gone. She was just lost in her own mind, while she automatically masturbated herself coming several times, but not really enjoying it, not really feeling it anymore...