Anna -  My Patient and My Love

(a short unfinished allegory)

by Lewis Chappelle

She signed the new patient information form indicating that her name was Anna Bree; her health insurance card indicated the same. She said her reason for seeing my assistance was that, “She wasn’t sleeping at night, she was not happy in her twelve year marriage, and that she needed help straightening out her thought processes.”

Anna was a beautiful young woman - stunning in face and form. Tall, and slim of hip.

In our first session, she answered my general questions stating that she was the mother of two school aged boys who were the pride of her life. She talked about how she met her husband at a local restaurant when he, quite out of the blue, came to her table to identify himself. He got her name and called her that very night for a date.

After a whirl-wind courtship, she married the gentleman before she was twenty years old; the man was almost fifteen years older than she was. He was very handsome,  rich, and very powerful. He worked as a seven figure executive for an internationally known software firm. 

But, Anna was troubled. She had all the finest possessions a woman could want. She was pampered in all the ways money could buy. Yet, she didn’t feel her husband tended to her in the loving, caring, and assertive way she needed from a man. She  had made a habit of faking it in bed with her husband. Sshe wanted a man’s man - one who understood her soul, and understood her most gripping needs. In fact, Anna thought she was but a watch fob for him - a mere trophy wife, in fact.

Since her in-laws lived locally she was free to attend all the daytime social functions demanded of her as the wife of an important man. She lived in a very large home; actually a mansion. She was on the board of directors of several significant social organizations. She was a presence and an influence in the community in her own right. But, she was not satisfied in her marriage. She had experienced a complete loss of physical fulfillment.

In the last moments of her first visit with me, she said she had often considered getting a divorce, or even having an affair, but  was seriously afraid that her husband would take the boys from her if he thought, for a moment, that she was going to leave him.

Our second office visit went well. Anna was wearing a short skirt, and expensive, fashionable, high heeled, boots. “Great gams. I wonder if she’s trying to send me a message or something? You wish!” I thought to myself. Then, I remembered her comment about her vindictive husband, and I recalled, fleetingly, the oath I had taken as a practicing therapist.

I took copious professional notes during that session, but, I couldn’t help looking at her well muscled thighs and wondering what I would find under that short skirt.

As is my practice, I gave Anna some ‘homework’ to do before our next session. I wanted her to start a personal journal of her thoughts, and of the words she wanted to use to tell her husband that she was not satisfied with what was going on, or what was not going on, in their marriage. I told her I would not insist on seeing the contents of the journal but, that she should bring it with her each time she saw me.

It took all my resolve not to pat her tight ass as I walked her to the door to end our session.

After my wife ran off with her yoga instructor several years ago, I got a divorce, but had never remarried and had never met a woman I really wanted as a partner.

“Is Anna the woman I was meant to have and to hold?” I kept thinking to myself. “She’s a married lady, you dumb ass!” was the answer. But, that didn’t stop the question from entering my mind over and over again. And, from thinking of that beautiful face and those wonderful thighs.

In all of our sessions Anna was dressed to kill. But, at the sixth  session, Anna truly was a sight for sore eyes. I was sure she was sending me a message this time and I was only too glad to receive it. In five inch high heels, if they were an inch, which she wore like she was born in them, and no hose, she was a dream walking. Oh, those wonderful legs. And, her tits weren’t shabby either, pressed against a sheer silk blouse. She really filled her C sized cups to the brim.

Up until this session, our conversations were casual and could have passed the test for a professional therapist. She had never been overtly flirtatious, nor had I. But, on this occasion, she did want me to read the journal entries she had made since she had been my patient. 

In one of those entries, she had written that she missed having sex with her husband, who she referred to as ‘Michael’ - not ‘Mike’ but, ‘Michael,” which I though was sort’a stiff. She noted that he only seemed to want her on the rarest of occasions, and then only to relieve his pent up cum supply. She felt like she was his cum dump depository, not his beloved wife.

His manner toward her was cold. On those infrequent occasions when he wanted her sexually, it was a ‘wham, bam; thank you, Ma’am’ sort of  a thing. Then he would roll off of her and go to sleep leaving her frustrated and unloved. 

I asked Anna if she ever used a dildo to relieve her sexual frustrations. I got a stare in return. Did I had hit a nerve, or was she being coy?

“Dr., that’s an embarrassing question,” she responded after a long pause. “No one has ever asked me that before. Do you really want to know?”

“Yes, Anna, I really want to know. And, moreover, if you don’t use one, why don’t you, and if you do, I want to know what satisfaction, if any, you get with it,” I responded as casually as I could manage, realizing that I was treading on thin ice.

“Well, Dr., I have one, but I can’t very well use it while he is in bed, so I wait until he gets up and goes to work, and before the boys stir, and have myself a go at it. It’s usually pretty good and I can clean up and go about my day pretty well satisfied from then on,” she said.

“Anna! Your answer was good as far as it went, but you were very guarded. I want you to use common language when you tell me about your body and your reaction to sexual things. Use words like cunt, tits, ass hole, and cum. Not any of those fancy words with me, please! Got it?” I said.

“Oh, Dr. you make me blush. I’ve never used those words before. But, I’ll get used to it because you told me to use them, and they do get me all excited, you know.”

“Excited? What do you mean, “excited?” I pressed her on for a more visceral answer.

“Oh, Dr. you are just toying with me now, aren’t you? You know what I mean! My heart pumps faster, my nipples get harder, and my…  weeeel, my cunt, get’s all juicy. Now I’ve said it, and frankly it feels good. And, it feels good to be here with you Sir, very comfortable and very good. “

“Would you like to have a cum, right here in the office before you leave, Anna?” I asked. “Why wait? Let’s not ever let your libido go unfulfilled. Let’s make it a part of each of your future therapy sessions include a good cum, if you are up to it. I have a sterile dildo right here for you, or you can bring your own each time. Ready?”

I could tell she was apprehensive, but not reluctant.

“Stand up, and get rid of your panties and ditch your bra too, because I want you to start your “libido relief” by massaging your tits and nipples. Get started now!” I said in a soft but insistent voice.

“I must just as well get all naked, if I’m going to go to all that trouble. Is the door locked, Dr.?” she said expectantly.

Yes, the door was locked and she shed her clothing, except for her heels, in a flash. My expectations regarding her body were more than fulfilled. Her flat core showed no indication of having given birth to the boys. And, her back was straight and shoulders were square. Her tits rode high on her chest. Her nipples were long and hard. I could see a trace of cunt fluid already seeping from her outer cunt lips. She was hot!

“Now Anna,” I said, “I want you to go to the closet over there and open the door. Inside is a full length mirror. I want you to spread your legs and put your hands behind your neck and look at your body from head to toe… over and over. I want you to see what I see. A most outstandingly beautiful and desirable woman. A woman worthy of  great love, and all the sex she can get. I want you to know just how truly sexy you are. Go!”

Anna walked, with tits high, and confidently, toward the closet and opened the door. She faced the mirror and went into the pose I had referenced. “Lovely, absolutely, lovely,” I thought. “I could get in real trouble with that!”

“Now play with your tits and nipples, then touch your clit, Anna,” I said. She did.

“You are a bad, bad, boy, Dr. ” she said at length in a shaky and unconvincing voice.

“Why is that Anna? Is it because I haven’t told you to cum yet?”

“You do have me ready to cum, Dr. And, I can tell by the bulge in your pants that you seem pretty ready too. I’d like to help you with that? I’d like you to control my body Sir! Don’t let me cum until you want me to, Sir.”

“Anna, I want you to crawl over to me and take my cock in your mouth. I want to feel the warmth of your mouth and the softness of your tongue. Can you take me all the way down and swallow my cum, Anna?” I asked.

“Master, I am so hot for you it’s just unbelievable. It would give me great satisfaction to give you pleasure, Sir.”

“It may be too early to call me Master just yet. But let’s get this show on the road, Anna!”

Anna hadn’t taken a cock in her mouth for a long time and it showed. But, I held her head and pumped into her to my own rhythm. She was very compliant to my efforts and she moaned while I pulled her nipples before I shot my load.

She did swallow my whole load and I had her spread her knees wide and look into my eyes. Then I told her to masturbate but hold off cumming until I gave her permission. I loved what I saw. And, she love what she was doing. I made her cum four times in a row realizing that each cum was a long lasting shivering experience for her.

At last I lifted her to her feet and with her hands by her sides, I wrapped my arms around her and gave her several mighty hugs, kissing her deeply and crushing her gorgeous tits harshly into me chest.

“Dr., you are squeezing all my juices out of my poor cunt. What will the neighbors think of me?” she said with a weak voice.

“My guess is that they will think you are a very lucky girl.  Aren’t you?

“Yes, Sir, and I think I’m a very lucky girl too because I know I’m in love with you; madly in love. And, I want to be your sex slave, Sir. May I have your permission, Sir, to touch you right now, Sir.”

“Yes! You may touch me, girl, but don’t over play your hand.”

Anna, placed her left hand behind my head and her right hand around the small of my back and gave me the most passionate, loving, mouthwatering, sensuous, kiss I have ever had. I knew I was in deeply in love with her for sure at that very moment too.

Over the next two sessions I gave her homework; erotic challenges actually to test her submission to me and her love for me.

The first challenge was to shave her cunt completely and to keep it that way for ever. I asked her if her husband would notice and be suspicious. She said, he would never notice and if she even thought he might she could cover up quickly. She was actually thrilled at the prospect of pleasing me in this way.

At the beginning of the next session, she was eager to prove to me that she had complied with this order. And, she was as eager to suck my cock as I was for the relief.

The next challenge for her was to dress provocatively and go to an Adult Sex Shop to purchase a list of ‘toys’ and to write a report in her journal of that event.

Anna, wrote, “This girl just returned from shopping. She purchased the following items: two butt plugs of different sizes, three sets of nipple clamps, a cock with balls, one black quarter cup demi under-wire bra, a black corset, a black ‘ribbed’ cincher, one penis gag, two different whips or crops, cinna lube, and a thick neck collar. 

“This girl was humiliated by the experience. This girl just ran to her car, where she burst out crying. Yet, she was energized and wet. She doesn’t know when this girl can use these items with the good Dr. but, she is just wet as hell thinking about it.”

We had a great chat about hiding all those exciting toys and the anticipation of being able to use them in a Master/slave situation.

Anna, said that she would find time on her own to play with them so she would be the perfect slave, and a horny slut, when it came time for that.

And we talked about us and of the issues that faced us in the future as a couple. Complicated issues, not the least of which was that she was married to a very suspicious and powerful man who had enough influence to take her precious kids away from her. We could not let that happen.

I told Anna, that she seemed to be well on the road to recovery and that my private, professional, notes on her progress would show her step- by-step improvement.

We agreed that she should enlist the assistance of a well regarded divorce attorney immediately. We both would always maintain that our relationship was purely professional and that it had ended.

I haven’t heard from Anna since that last session.

I expect her attorney has told her to live a perfectly normal and circumspect life as Michael’s devoted wife. I’m sure he will tell her not to “leave footprints” such as telephone or e-mail records to any man.

He will want her to keep complete notes, over a period of at least six months, on how she has tried to serve her husband sexually and how he typically ignored or rebuffed her.  The idea being that she needed his love and that he did not fulfill normal duties of a husband in the bedroom. All that very uncomplimentary information would certainly give rise to suspicions of his man hood. And, with that material in the balance, her husband would surly be inclined to be accommodating and cooperative regarding custody of the boys when divorce papers are served.

My professional notes are clean as a whistle. If there was ever  a court order to get them, they wouldn’t find a thing.

But, my cock aches each time I think of my beautiful Anna. It is difficult not knowing how dear Anna is doing. And, it is killing me to know when the field will be clear enough for her to make contact with me again.

Despite the short time we had together, I’m sure, she will never forget me just as I won’t ever forget her. 

The End

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Anna - My Patient and My Love        (Part II)

(a short, continuing, allegory)

by Lewis Chappelle

Anna Bree is her name. She is thirty two years old and had come to me professionally because she was not happy in her twelve year marriage. Her husband, Michael, was fifteen years her senior and treated her with indifference, like a trophy wife.

Anna is the proud mother of two young sons, yet she was slim, fit, and quite beautiful. Despite the fact that she had all the finest material possessions money could buy, there was something important missing in her life; specifically her husband was making no effort to provide her with loving companionship and sexual satisfaction.

By the end of our sixth therapy session, Anna and I had developed an attraction for each other that neither of us had previously known. She expressed her deep and abiding love for me and I, against all professional standards, reciprocated in those sentiments. She expressed her need to be with a dominant man, and I made it clear I was just that man.

Anna decided to seek out a successful, and well regarded, attorney in preparation for a divorce; a divorce in which she hoped to retain full custody of her beloved boys. She knew she would be in for a fight because her husband was a powerful, and resolute, man and would not give her, or the boys, up without a fight.

While I never saw Anna after our ninth session, I became convinced that the divorce lawyer she chose had told Anna to keep her skirts clean, assume the role of a dedicated wife to her husband, keep a journal of her attempts at physical affection to her husband, and to record his reactions to her.

I knew it would be a long, drawn out affair before we could see each other openly, and that both of us would need to leave no tracks regarding our love for each other; no e-mails, phone records, no chance meetings.

Apparently, she realized I would worry about her, but could do nothing as far as attempting to contact her. It would be up to her to communicate with me in a way that would not jeopardize her standing, and future prospects, before the divorce court.

Almost five weeks after our last session, I found a note marked “Personal” under the door to my office. Actually, my receptionist found the note, but luckily, she didn’t open it. It was from a woman who said her name was Randi. She said she was a friend of “my friend” and wanted to offer her services as a private, and very circumspect, currier of material between us but, that we would have to find a secure way for her to send and retrieve our material. 

Randi gave me the number of a cheap, throw-away, cell phone. Using that phone on two occasions we made some very complex arrangements for her to get my messages to Anna and to give me her messages in return.

During one of these calls, Randi explained that Anna had first met her at her place of business, which was a very up-scale, and well stocked, adult sex shop. She said she and Anna had gotten along famously from the very first, and that Anna was doing well and was in high spirits. She said Anna asked her, during her second visit to the shop, if she would act as the confidential intermediary between us until the divorce was finalized.

We discovered a place that could serve as a letter drop for our notes near my office. To show Randi that I had put a note in the drop, I only had to move the American flag in my office to my South-facing office window. To show that she had delivered one from Anna, Randi would make a chalk mark near my office name plate. I would remove the mark each time I picked up a note from Anna. The scheme worked well.

In my first note to Anna, I explained that I wanted her as my wife, and that once the boys accepted me, I wanted to adopt them if that would work out in terms of the divorce settlement. I also asked her if she would be my slave girl; to do my bidding compliantly and without complaint.

Anna’s answer was short and reassuring. It read, “Yes, Master, I will be your slave girl from now on.” She signed it “slave anna.”

My first note to Anna acknowledged her eagerness to be my slave girl, and included several requirements. I wanted her to shave her body several times a week from her neck to her toes, paying special attention to her cunt and ass. I wanted her to purchase a pair of five inch heels and to get comfortable wearing them. And, I wanted her to have cums only when I gave her permission to do so.

As a final order, I told her that when she was alone in the house the next time, I wanted her to wear the new heels, and to walk around the house naked while looking into all the reflective surfaces she could so that she could admire her wonderful  body.

I told her that when she was back in her bedroom she was to strap a gag in her mouth and set a timer for ten minutes, during which time she was to pose with legs wide spread in front of a full length mirror and to stand there “like the compliant slave girl you are.”

Only after all this was completed, was she then to lay on her bed and spread her cunt lips with her fingers for five minutes and think of me and the five cums I was ready to give her; three of which was to be on her stomach while humping a thick cock she had purchased earlier.

Her response to the note, a few days later, was no doubt one of the finest, hottest, and erotic messages any slave girl could have written. I’ve studied it over and over, dozens of times. It read as follows:

“Master, this slave girl just completed the assignments you gave. Please, Sir, allow this slave girl to thank you for allowing this lowly slave to perform these exciting tasks, and thank you, thank, you thank, for the five fantastic, powerful, and beautiful cums this slutty slave girl was allowed to have!!!!!!

“This slave girl did have the house alone just today and this slave girl went from room-to-room, upstairs and down, and then into the master bathroom where this slave caught the naked reflection in the mirror, and it was amazing Master.

“As funny as it may seem, Master, what this slave thought of, as this slave walked by the mirrors, was that she looked like a new born colt or a calf. Did you ever see a newborn stand on wobbly legs, Sir?

“Master, by the time this slave wobbled back to the pc room, actually almost four minutes had elapsed, but this slave did do it in those painful shoes, Sir, for you!!! Yippppeeeee!!!!

“Master, the next part was/is almost beyond description for this slave girl, but this slave will give it a try. This slave wobbled into the bedroom where there is a full length mirror on the outside of this slaves walk-in closet. This slaves ankles were a bit sore, but this slave was determined to stay in those shoes; real ‘fuck me shoes’ Yes, those “fuck me shoes” oooooh, mercy me.

“This slave put the thick, long, realistic cock and balls on her bed and strapped the gag in her mouth, then turned and got into position in front of the mirror, and opened the eyes!!!!!!

“Master!!!!!!… ooohhhh gooodddddd!!! It was an incredible, unbelievable sight!!!. This slave girl felt instant wetness flowing from her cunt. And, Master’s words, “stand there like the complaint slave you are,” kept running through this slave’s head over and over again.

“This slave saw a true slave girl in that mirror, a gagged slave, a penis gag, no less!! standing there with tits and ass thrust out, legs apart, muscles aching. And, she stood there, not from choice, but for the pleasure of her master while drool started to drip onto this slaves tits, and the cunt juices started to run on down the thigh, and the legs trembled. Master, this slave truly held her the pose for a full ten minutes, Sir, I really did!!!!!!

“Master, this slave girl took an eight minute break before the last phase of the assignment, and this slave just sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed the calves and thighs. Then, with a large towel in place, this slave girl scooted into position on her back, with legs spread wide; wide open for you, and arched her hips high.

“This slave rubbed, and pulled, and twisted the tender nipples hard. Then, with both hands, this slave spread this slaves cunt lips wide open for you, Master!!!!.  So wide open!!!! It was sooooo very wet and the clit was engorged and throbbing, Master. This slave girl, YOUR slave girl, held that position for you, Sir, for over three minutes!!! I loved doing it for you Sir!!

“Sir, this slaves first cum had already begun when the legs gave out. The cum was as intense as any ever experienced. This slave did thrash, and buck, and saw the colors of the rainbow behind closed eyes!!!!! The mewing sounds from behind the gag just drove this slave girl even harder. The second cum came right on the heels of the first, and seemed to go on forever and ever!!!!!!

“After the second cum subsided a bit, Sir, and the quivering slowed, this slave lay there on her bed taking in all of her emotions and sensations for several minutes just making those beautiful mewing sounds from behind the gag. It was at this moment also, that this slave noticed that she was sopped with sweat, and cum juice, and drool, and the whole room smelled of sex!!!!!! It was so hot!!!!!! So erotic, Master, please believe me!!!

“When breath finally was back to normal, this slave took off the gag and inserted, rather easily, the fake cock into a horny, and hungry cunt. This slave then flipped over and this slutty slave did ride that fake cock in the slutty cunt like a true slutty whore, Master. She rode it to three more, mind bending, cums!!!!! And yes, she did each one while thanking you and thinking of you, dearest, Master. Thinking of my love and devotion to you, Sir!!!

“Now, this slave sits here, with a towel on the chair in front of the pc, naked, and the whole upstairs smelling of the slave’s cum, and the slave doesn’t care at all. The slave still has the image of a tall, slave girl with ass and tits stuck out, and of the penis gagged face. And, the slave is still horny, Master. 

“But, the slave knows the exercise is over, and permission must be given by you, My Master, before any more cums can happen.

“Please Master, just know, that this slave loves you, Sir!!!!  This slave gives the body to be yours in every way. I can’t wait until we can be together forever, and for you to fuck me, fuck me hard, hold me, crush me tightly, and punish me, punish me hard. I love you, Sir.”

Well, that note kept me in a state of erection and expectation for a long time. And, the sexual aspects of her writing style and the hidden implications of her use of punctuation re-awakened the Freudian underpinning basis of my therapeutic practice. Her emotions, hormones, endorphins, and fantasies, surely were running at a full gallop pace when she wrote that. The note also was ample evidence that Anna is still deeply frustrated sexually by the lack of interest and coldness shown her by her husband.

My note in return was endearing and reassuring. It conveyed my sense of awe in her ability to convey her erotic thoughts so eloquently.

I also told her that from that point on, I wanted her to pay homage to me each day. The homage position was to be naked, in her bathroom on the tile floor, kneeling, with spread knees, nose and nipples to the floor for five minutes. I also wanted her to apply Icy- Hot lubricant to her ass hole and cunt before she got into position.  She was to use that time to contemplate how lucky and blessed she was to have me love her, care for her, guide her, and discipline her.

Her note in response read:

“Master, this slave did make herself naked right after waking this morning, and did kneel down, facing South East toward you, with stimulating lubricant applied to cunt and ass, knees parted wide, nose and tits to the floor for five minutes, Sir, in homage to you.

“Master, it’s as if this mind was in some other head. This slave knows that the body was not longer under this slaves control!!! A very, very, erotic feeling, Master, especially for a horny, slutty, slave girl, which is becoming a natural feeling now to this slave girl.

“Soooooo many mixed feelings; absolute arousal and anticipation, perhaps even fear and dread of the prospect of loosing you. I know now I am  your creature, Sir, and am living to please you!!!

“This slave loves you! slave anna.”

“ps: Master, may this slave please have a cum,? Know that this slave girl is so horny, please, please, Sir!!!!”

I couldn’t wait to write my dear Anna a return note.

“Yes, slave girl, you may have two cums on the day you receive this note, and two on the day following. But, there is a catch.

“I want you to bring yourself to the very edge of a cum with your legs spread wide, then pull back from that edge and slip your slimy hands under your ass and count to thirty. Then, you may bring your hungry clit to the edge of a cum again stopping before full release, pulling you hands under your ass once again, and counting to thirty one more time. One the third attempt at a cum, you may proceed, unrestricted, to full release. And, then you may have a second cum without interruption.

“This is a ritual you will have to accept every time, I say it is time for “a three part cum.” Understand, slave girl?

“And, slave girl, I want you soon to make a concerted effort to find a beautiful anklet, silver or gold, to wear forever more. We will wait until the divorce is finalized to have it engraved with my initials but, in the meantime  you will know that the anklet is the visible evidence of your compliant submission to me, slave girl.”

Our frequent notes are not always erotic in nature. Anna and I chat about our lives and the challenges we face day-to-day. Those challenges include Anna putting on a good face for her husband who, still seems just more than indifferent to her.

Our love for each other seems to grow with each note we write. And, Anna’s submissive bent seems to become more entrenched as well. 

Randi is our life-line. Not only does she have a system to pick up and deliver messages for me, but she has a similar secret plan which she uses with Anna because Anna is afraid that her husband might have her followed meaning that she can’t even meet Randi any more in person. Randi goes out of her way to keep us in touch at least three or four times a week, a circumstance that is like to continue for many months to come.

The end of this story, Part II

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