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by David Jewell
Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica
Description: Erica Found She Loved being Prisoner in His Dungeon! Dr. Joseph Delaney and his wife Dr. Kym Yoshi have doctorates in psychology. They are husband and wife, experts in behavioral modification, and master and mistress of domination. They are deeply in love and open minded. Their office is in reality a dungeon where they provided the kind of hands of therapy that a select few of their clients require. Dr. Delaney decides that normal couples' therapy will not work for Andrew and Erica. Erica is a rich and spoiled bitch and really needs to learn the hard way to give her husband the respect he deserves. Within a week, he has Erica and Andrew involved in a new program of therapy. He is not surprised that Erica is not as big a fan of the program as is Andrew. But he is determined to convince her otherwise by revealing who she is by stripping away her clothing, her self-centeredness and her dignity to bring her face-to-face with the real submissive woman living inside of her. An electrifying novel of bondage, domination, and sexual deviation and intensity that will leave the reader breathless and wanting more.
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler Editions,
eBookwise Release Date: March 2010
5 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [289 KB]
Reading time: 193-270 min.
The offices of Delaney and Yoshi Associates in Psychology were located on the twenty-first floor of the tallest building in Century City, California. It offered a splendid view of the city, especially when the air quality was high. And it offered discreet access for the wealth of the area since it was clustered among so many other businesses.
Joseph Delaney and his wife Kym Yoshi had met at a prestigious college east of Los Angeles. They had fallen in love and were married right after graduation. With each having an doctorate in psychology and loving all that Southern California had to offer from its awesome beaches to its close by ski resorts and the striking beauty of the desert, they had decided to remain in the area and began an elite counseling service that catered to the more affluent. They had been in practice for nearly ten years and were doing very well as evidenced by their homes in Laguna Beach, Palm Springs and Big Bear Lake along with their matching corvettes. Unlike most psychologists, they were more assertive in their sessions and thus pushed their clients to not only grasp what they needed to do, but to do it.
Kym listened patiently as Lance Paul once again talked about his sexual confusion. In the past, she had encouraged him to explore his feelings, to not be afraid to find out what was hiding deep inside of him. But he kept hemming and hawwing about it and never showed any evidence that he had seriously grappled with the issue.
"Sometimes, I feel like I was born the wrong sex," he said looking at her to see her reaction.
She paused and held his gaze for a moment. It was a trick she had long used in her counseling. She considered his dilemma. After all, he had a successful chain of sporting goods stores. She was sure that it required a lot of testosterone to be successful in that field. He appeared to be a jock--handsome, well-built, athletic, confident on the outside, knowledgeable about sports, and competitive. Yet, he had some deep concerns regarding who he was sexually and obviously had concerns about what that would do to his business. She decided that he needed to be challenged to confront things, to face the turmoil inside of him. And she was prepared to do so today. She also sensed something else that she was going to explore as well. "I have something that I want you to do," she said in a controlled tone of voice.
"What?" he asked.
"You've talked about your sexual confusion several times. Yet, you don't seem to take any of the steps that I've suggested for you to take to explore and thus help resolve your confusion," she said maintaining eye contact. "It's time you did," she said candidly.
"And what do you have in mind?" he asked. He didn't blink.
She caught the mild challenge to her suggestion. She expected it. She smiled and got up and walked over to her desk and opened a drawer. She picked up the item that she needed. She confidently walked over to him exuding a dominant persona.
He felt it as she stood above him on her high heels. She looked very professional in her knee-length white skirt and buttoned-to-the-neck navy blue silk blouse. He looked into her black eyes and felt as if she were probing into his innermost thoughts. He was taken aback by it.
"I want you to put these on," she said and handed him a pair of dark blue panties that she had purchased for him. Her voice was firm.
He looked at the panties. He looked at her. "You're kidding?"
"I'm not kidding. I want you to wear them for the rest of the day. You may change in my private bathroom. I insist," she added taking more control.
"What's the purpose, Kym?"
"The purpose? You're struggling with your sexual identity, Lance. This will give you a chance to explore in a very small way what it feels like to be a woman...in a very safe way to discover if you do in fact have a feminine side that is longing to express itself. It's time to take the first steps and find out if you are the wrong sex as you think. If so, then we can deal with it. Now take them and put them on. I insist," she said forcing him to make a decision. She intuitively knew what it would be.
He took the panties. "Okay. But just for today."
"That's all I ask, Lance." She smiled after he went into her bathroom. She was standing by her desk when he came out. "How do they feel?"
He blushed. "Nice. Maybe not enough room for my equipment."
She laughed. She knew that putting them on was an important first step for him in coming to grips with his sexual confusion. "I bet they look cute on you."
He blushed some more. "They feel fine, Kym."
"I want to see you tonight and we'll talk about your day. I will want to know what you were thinking as you wore them. Did you find it exciting? Does it feel right or wrong? Did it touch something deep inside of you? So give wearing them today your careful attention. It's important."
"Not here. I have another office in Huntington Beach." She handed him a business card with the address and her cell phone number. "I'll expect you at eight."
"I'll be there," he promised.
"And keep your panties on until then. It's important that you do."
"Sure. What the heck. I've gone this far."
"Good. I'll see you at eight."
"I'll be there." He was relieved that she didn't want to see his panties. He felt strange, uneasy as he left to go back into the real world and to his office. He hoped that he didn't have a traffic accident. And yet, taking this first step--even though it was embarrassing--felt good. He had moved off the fence and was at least doing something to investigate his reoccurring feeling that he was born the wrong sex.
After he left, she made some notes. Then she had the receptionist send in her next appointment.