Negative Reinforcement

Charlie sits in the dark on a hard stool, hands gripping the seat, legs spread, while the therapist circles behind her. He makes her repeat the rules out loud. She nods fast, voice cracking. Then his fingers trail up her bare thighs, unexpected, rough. She flinches. He doesn’t stop. He gets her to agree again, rubbing her cunt through her panties, feeling the wet spot grow. When she starts to drip, he slaps her inner thigh hard and clamps his hand over her mouth. Breath-play. She almost comes. He pulls the Hitachi out instead, presses it tight, and watches her struggle to hold it back. Her husband’s gone. Bags packed, door shut. She’s got no one left but the doctor. Now she’s stripped and bound on her knees, wrists cuffed behind her, mouth open. Codey steps up, feeds his cock into her cunt from behind, drives in deep. Each thrust lands with a slap on her ass. She tries to stay quiet. He slaps harder. When the vibrator joins the game she breaks, squirting down her thighs. He flogs the wet streaks until she bites her lip bloody. Still not enough control. He pulls out, lines up at her asshole, and pushes in anyway. Same result—more gush, more marks. Next he straps her to the bench, arms pinned, head tipped back over the edge. Mouth wide open for his dick, vibrator glued to her clit. She floods the floor in one long spurt. He pulls the toy away only to shove back into her cunt, then switches to her ass, alternating fast. She’s soaked, shaking, lost in the mess. He fucks straight through it, pounding until he pulls out and paints her face. Breath ragged, he tells her she needs more sessions. She looks up, eyes glassy, and says yes.