Marriage Therapy: A Dom, a Sub & a Cuckold Page 2
Tears glossed her eyes now, “I don’t know what I am, yet.”
“Yet? How do you plan on finding out? Arranging an exorcism? Seeing how you react to holy water?”
She handed him the card. “By going here.”
“Marriage therapy? How will that help our sex life?”
“I don’t know...though a friend said it helped. Her husband gives her orgasms all the time now. At least...I think he does.”
“Those therapists just like to hear peoples’ dirty laundry. Perverts in disguise!”
A surge of emotion filled Lori. “Well...I owe it to myself to try. You can come with me...or I’ll go alone. Something has to change.”
“Or what?”
“Or...maybe it’ll be time to rethink our marriage,” she said sadly.
He gasped, thinking of their union ending. They’d dated since early teens, being each other’s first and only. However, that thought paled in comparison to his sexy blond wife under the control of another man. He was mortified, angry, and oddly enough, he was erect. Why in the world would I be hard? He wondered, staring down.
The sudden 4-inch erection surprised Lori too. Though the mere sight only helped her decide to take charge. “We’re going.”
Her dominant tone shocked him. He started to argue back, though shut down instead. “Fine,” he said, walking away. Not wanting to argue, he chose his usual retreat.
With even more proof of Tyler’s submission, she silently wondered, I don’t know how this therapist can cure that, but I sure hope he can.
As Dr. Joshua Stone exited his office, the past no longer mattered. Lori was about to get her answer. “Mrs. Lori Hale, I presume,” he said, avoiding Tyler’s extended hand, arriving at the lady first. Side-eyeing the husband, he noted a weak, but accepting reaction.
Lori gasped, struck by Dr. Stone’s commanding presence. Wearing tight slacks, a buttoned-down shirt and red tie, his muscles were bulging from within. Strength seeped from his dark eyes. Forty years old, he possessed the gaze of wisdom, while still claiming the allure of youth. She returned his greeting, easily encased by his large strong hand. Her already soft grasp softened, as his got stronger.
She melted in his dominant presence, feeling warm flashes strike her. She silently wondered, Did someone just turn on the heat? Am I entering menopause at age 25? So much for having children, I guess.
“I’m her husband, sir,” Tyler said, keeping his hand extended.
Joshua ignored Tyler for a while, holding Lori’s hand for a few more moments. He kept her locked in his intense dark gaze. Having never been so captivated by such strength, Lori fully submitted to him already.
Finally letting her hand go, Joshua Stone turned toward Tyler. He gripped the weak husbandly offering extra hard. Mr. Hale cringed, showing his submission. Within one moment, the therapist had already assessed them both. There were more tests to be done. “Follow me,” Dr. Stone said in a deep voice, leading them both into the office.
*****
“Take a seat on the couch,” Dr. Stone said, sitting in his leather desk chair. The couple sat down, as Joshua studied their body language. Both Lori and Tyler looked nervous. Mr. Hale sat slightly slumped, hands folded, eyes veered toward the floor. The Mrs. sat straighter, with her legs tightly guarding a peek up her flingy red dress.
Her eyes remained in contact with Dr. Stone. It was like she was under his spell, even though she’d just met him. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence with people in her position. Their vulnerability made them even more submissive than usual.
Joshua Stone started, “So, tell me what brings you here today?”
The couple stayed silent, hoping the other one would speak first. Lori spoke first, indicating that Tyler was the most submissive of them all. “Well, this is kinda embarrassing to admit...”
“No need to be embarrassed, Lori. I’m no different than a medical doctor. When you have an ailment, you have no shame baring your body to him, do you?”
She blushed, suddenly looking away. “Not really.”
Tyler spoke up. “We have to bare our nude bodies...for marriage therapy?”
Joshua ignored Tyler again. “Well...then I ask you to bare your mind to me.”
Comfortable with his words, Lori returned to Dr. Stone’s eyes. “I will.”
“How can you help us?” Tyler asked, already feeling a twinge of nervous jealousy in his stomach’s pit.
“Tyler, in this office, we raise our hands to speak. When I grant you permission, then you can ask a question. Do you understand?”
“But she didn’t raise her hand,” he said, pointing at Lori.
“You have your rules...she’ll get hers. Now, do you understand me?”
Dead silence filled the air. After a full minute of awkwardness, Tyler answered, “Yes.”
“Address me as Dr. Stone! I am a PhD, and will be referred to as such.”
Both Lori and Tyler’s mouth hung open in disbelief. The curvy blond wondered, What exactly did Tara get me into? I’ve never heard of a therapist talking to patients like this? Why are my nipples hard from his voice?
After another shocked pause, Tyler obeyed, “Yes, Dr. Stone.”
At that moment, Joshua didn’t need any more proof about Mr. Hale. Already knowing he was a submissive male, the level of submission was clear. He’s a cuckold...just doesn’t know it yet, Dr. Stone silently thought.
With Tyler assessed, he turned his full attention upon the wife. “Lori...”
“Yes, Dr. Stone,” she added, showing her immediate submission to him. It was a much different role than she took with her husband. They both wanted to please him, feared disappointing him.
The Hale’s were exactly the type of couple he sought. Their level of shared submission went deeper than he’d ever seen. It was exactly what he’d been waiting to experiment with. Be careful, he warned himself. Just because I can push them to the very edge, doesn’t mean I should. “Very good, Lori. Now, finish telling me why you’ve come here.”
“Well, Dr. Stone, my...I mean, our...sex life isn’t good.”
“I think it’s fine,” Tyler defensively said.
“Hand!” Dr. Stone shouted like a teacher scolding a student. Even more stunned than before, the couple tensed at his powerful tone.
Humiliated, Tyler wanted to run from the room. However, he was too afraid of how the strong therapist would react. His hand went up, eroding any remaining inner stubbornness. Ignoring the raised hand, Dr. Stone continued with Lori. He intentionally made the husband wait. “Go on, Lori.”
“Thank you, Dr. Stone. As I was saying, our sex life is...lacking.”
“Have you ever orgasmed during sex?”
She blushed, “No.”
Tyler’s mouth dropped open, hand dropped down. “She orgasms every time...oops,” he said, covering his mouth with one hand, raising the other again.
Still ignoring the request, Dr. Stone returned to Lori. “Ok, so you haven’t orgasmed with your husband...have you orgasmed in other ways?”
She turned even redder, as Tyler’s full attention turned to his wife. He wanted to know the answer too. After a long pause, Lori looked down in shame. “Yes.”
A loud gasp sounded from Tyler, about to unleash an outburst. However, he paused before doing so. Looking over at Dr. Stone, the punishing gaze which he returned, spoke louder than words. Tyler held his hand higher, gritting his teeth in anger. Mr. Hale stayed silent and ignored.
Joshua Stone returned his attention to Lori. “Tell me what you think about...when orgasming.”
Lori was the one gasping now. She turned even redder, matching the bright shade of her dress. She also wanted to run from the room, though she knew no answers awaited her at home. Neither did the odd arousal filling her body, making her wet between the legs, stiffening her nipples. “I don’t know...if I wanna share that information,” she said.
“Did I ask what you wanted?”
“No, Dr. Stone,” Lori submissively answered.
“Yes, Dr. Stone,” she said.
“Now, tell me what you fantasize about while masturbating.”
After a long stressed pause, she exhaled. “I...think of...my husband’s manly physique.”
Both mens’ faces soured, knowing she was lying. Dr. Stone said, “Lori. You have one last chance to tell me the truth...or our relationship will come to an end. As you know, I only take clients by referral. I was told you were willing to do anything...to save your marriage.”
She thought hard, wondering, If I tell him, there’s no going back. Should I go...or stay? After looking at the door for a moment, she nodded. “I think about being spanked...hard. Really hard.”
Her husband’s face cringed in shocked disgust. His hand remained raised.
Dr. Stone turned towards Tyler, saying, “Ask your question already.”
The confused husband slowly lowered his hand. “Uh...damn, I actually forgot.”
Joshua Stone returned to Lori, “Tell me the rest.”
“The rest? How do you know there’s more?” she asked defensively.
“Spanking’s merely a gateway into much darker things. It’s obvious this has been in your head a while.”
Connecting with his intense gaze, Lori’s reluctance slowly drifted away. “Being tied up,” she admitted passionately. “Gagged.”
“Keep going.”
“Choked. Used as a sexual doll...for a man willing to claim me.”
Having done many introductory therapy sessions, Joshua Stone never got an erection from spoken words. However, that moment changed it all. He shifted in his chair, trying to hide his throbbing member.
Oddly enough, Joshua Stone wasn’t the only one erect. A horrified Tyler covered the stiff rod poking from his pants. The image in his mind disturbed him even more, as the man claiming her, wasn’t himself. It was the studly therapist.
Dr. Stone was sure, They’re both submissive. How he’d treat their dysfunction was still to be decided. The only way to know what he could get away with, was to test their limits.
Joshua Stone stood tall, ordering the couple, “Stand up...both of you.”
Nervousness covered their faces, though they immediately obeyed. He’d never seen a couple fold to his dominance so quickly. The urge to dominate them both claimed his libido. It would be a first for him.
Not only would he perform Tyler Hale’s husbandly duty, but also force Tyler to get off on that fact. It would fulfill the couple’s true natures. He would own them both, at least for the duration of the treatment. Afterward, he knew he’d have to leave them alone.
Dr. Stone continued, “I need a verbal commitment. Are you willing to empower me with the tools to save this union? Are you willing to submit to me...both of you?”
“I submit to you...completely, Doctor,” Lori said passionately.
Tyler looked disturbed. Lori’s willingness to put fate in another man’s hands made him jealous. However, his commitment came in the form of a raised arm.
Joshua Stone said, “Speak.”
“I guess so.”
“Yes or no!” Dr. Stone said forcefully.
“Yes, doctor,” Tyler said, intimidated by the therapist’s deep, strong tone.
The couple was officially compliant in any act to befall them. It was a vote of confidence for a man they didn’t even know.
Dr. Stone said, “Then it’s time to start. Lori, give me your hand.”
The curvy blonde’s heart began to pound, breath quickened. She didn’t know what he was going to do to her. That fact only added to her arousal. Her trembling touch reverberated through Joshua’s own, soft pale skin contrasted his tough and tanned.
He led her to the glossy oak desk, papers already cleared away. His strong arm wrapped around her waist, firm hand pressed against her back. Bent across the desk’s surface, she gasped, feeling her red dress rise from behind. A sliver of white panty was revealed.
Habit caused her to reach around, attempting to pull the dress downward. Joshua’s hand stopped her, forcing the blockade away. Lori immediately capitulated, surrendering to the doctor’s unyielding authority.
Tyler watched in disbelief, trembling at the sight. He wanted to charge the therapist, punch the man in possession of his wife. Though he knew better, silently assuring himself it would end in his own ass kicking. He wasn’t a fighter, but a hider. Instead, he watched helplessly, seeing Dr. Stone lift Lori’s red dress higher. He was even more helpless as Joshua’s hands slipped through the panty bands.
The bikini-cut panties were lowered to Lori’s ankles. A series of silent gasps seeped from Tyler Hale’s throat, seeing his wife’s luscious ass exposed. They only increased as Dr. Stone lifted Lori’s feminine feet, removing her red high-heels.
Lori’s underwear followed the heel removal. Examining the crotch, Joshua Stone announced, “You’re so wet.” Although Lori was faced opposite them, her blushed cheeks shined like a Christmas bulb. Placing the panties to his nose, he inhaled deeply. “Ahhhhhh,” he exhaled in pure bliss.
Tyler’s blood boiled. He’d never felt so jealous and enraged in his life, yet never so aroused. He felt himself seeping precum at an alarming rate. I feel like I’m going to have an accident, he told himself. What the hell’s wrong with me...have I caught Lori’s sexual sickness? It must be like the plague! He fought not to combust inside his pants.
Joshua held the panties outward to Tyler, ordering, “Sniff.”
“Why would I do that?” Tyler asked. A look of fury filled Dr. Stone’s face, as Mr. Hale quickly corrected his error, raising his hand in humiliation. Joshua nodded in permission, as Tyler asked again, “Why, Dr. Stone?”
“Because I said so,” Joshua Stone responded strongly. He forced the panty crotch to Tyler’s nose, offering no choice but to breathe inward.
He breathed slow and apprehensively, almost scared. It was clear he’d never given her oral sex. What started as a shallow, hesitant inhalation, turned into a deep breath. For the first time, he’d discovered the most addicting perfume known to man: the scent of a woman.
“You can stop,” Joshua said, as Tyler kept breathing in. “STOP!” he shouted, removing the sweet cloth from nostrils.
Tyler snapped from his spell of scented sweetness, embarrassed by the display of enjoyment. “Sorry, Dr. Stone.”
“Now, come here and spank your wife,” Joshua Stone ordered.
Lori’s gasp matched her shocked husband. Tyler raised his hand, Joshua nodded. “How is spanking her...marriage therapy, Dr. Stone?”
“If you were going into surgery...would you ask the doctor why he cut you in a particular place?” Dr. Stone asked.
“No, Doctor.”
“Then never...ever question my methods again. Do you understand me?”
Fear struck Tyler’s face, as he said, “Yes, Doctor.” Quickly hurrying into place, he prepared to spank his wife. “Just use my hand, Dr. Stone?”
“Do whatever comes natural. You won’t be penalized for doing it wrong.”
Tyler nodded, disgusted by the mere thought. Readying his hand, he gently patted Lori’s curved cheeks. She barely reacted, staying bent over the desk, stiffened with legs spread.
“Spank her again,” Dr. Stone ordered Tyler.
With hand extended, Tyler weakly patted the juicy bottom again. Lori didn’t react. He looked towards Dr. Stone, who nodded. Mr. Hale spanked again, greater disgust crossing his face. It was clear he was not cut out for such acts. After one last insignificant pat, he backed away. “I can’t commit this...degenerate abuse!”
Joshua turned his head towards a bent Lori. “Tell me, Lori, how was it for you.”
After a moment of quiet, she unconvincingly said, “Really, really hot.”
“Now tell me what you really felt.”
“I’m being honest...”
“LOR
I!” he shouted. “If you’re here to play games...or fluff egos, do it on someone else’s time. If you’re here to save your marriage...speak truth now.”
After another long pause, tears fell from her eyes. “It was...pathetic,” she whimpered.
“Good girl,” Dr. Stone said. He picked up the panties again, handing them to Tyler. “Sniff them,” he instructed. “Then...stand back.”
A worried Tyler obeyed, placing the used crotch to his nose again. Making distance, he wondering what was about to happen. As Dr. Stone took his spot at Lori’s heart-shaped ass, it suddenly became obvious. Oh shit, he’s gonna spank my wife!
Lori kept her gaze forward, hearing Joshua Stone’s footsteps thump closer. She felt her heart speed, teeth chatter. I haven’t been touched by any man except Tyler. I’ve only been spanked by my father. I doubt this is gonna be the same.
Before the curvy blonde’s thoughts could continue, a breeze rushed her backside. Within moments, a flattened hand smacked her thick ass cheeks. She moaned, embarrassed at her unexpected dramatic reaction. Her cheeks throbbed and stung, skin rippled from palm delivered power.
Tyler stared at the red handprint staining his wife’s ass. His own weak spanking left no mark, lacking any passion or authority. Another crackling sound filled the air, as Dr. Stone’s hand delivered a second sting. A third quickly followed, as he switched to the opposite ass cheek. The feminine canvas was covered in another round of manly blows.
The therapist’s palm radiated heat. He could only imagine how Lori felt at the moment. Her shaking legs hinted at pain. Air-sweetened arousal assured pleasure. Joshua Stone knew it was both.
Mesmerized by the sight, Dr. Stone reached out for Lori’s vaginal lips. Glistened with love juice, thick lustful beads spilled down her thighs. Collecting a few drops upon his finger, he brought his finger around to the blonde’s mouth. She opened wide, accepted his finger within. She sucked, letting the sweetness seep into her taste buds.
“What does that taste like, Lori?”
She remained silent for as long as possible. There was no doubt that Tyler would be jealous, likely hurt too. However, there was something even more important to her. I just can’t lie to this man, she told herself. No, that’s not it. I can lie to him...I just don’t want to. “It tasted like...satisfaction,” she said passionately.