The therapist , sarah the masochist .

Ah! The twentieth century flourishes the cult of science in all its branches; and here we are ..., my name is Adrian Levine and I am a therapist, graduated from medicine and specialized in psychoanalysis thanks to the influence of Professor Freud and also Jung; over time improved my knowledge by devoting myself to the study of human sexual behavior; adherent of the theory that human nature consists of an imperfect reason constantly influenced by desires and feelings; and in the field of desire your sexuality has great prominence over behaviour.
It is almost eight o'clock in the morning, and I am jumping off of a streetcar across from Landtman Café in downtown Vienna, which has been my home since university days. Gustaf walks up to me as he picks up his wedding ring and hat and points out the usual table for me. As soon as I sit down, he brings me my favorite breakfast: cheese-filled brioche bread and a steaming cup of cappuccino.
After finishing my small meal, I pay and proceed to the building on the other side of the square where my office is situated on the third floor. The elevator operator greets me by closing the pantograph doors and turning the control knob. As soon as I enter the office, Martha, my always loyal and verbose secretary, says a loud hello.
I return the greeting and follow her into my room, followed by this always talkative woman with a notepad in one hand and an agenda in the other; pencil hanging from her ear she talks non-stop reminding me of today's appointments, scheduled consultations and everything else that can come out.
- Very well, Martha! <unk> I say in a louder tone, trying to make her shut up for a bit <unk> My first appointment of the day ..., Sarah ... is it here yet?
"No sir, not yet", she said in a hoarse voice.
I sign the reports on my desk and see a check from Mr. Weisemann, Sarah's husband. "Punctual as always!" I think while endorsing the document for deposit; hand Martha the paperwork and ask her to leave because I need to prepare myself to receive my first patient; once again she frowns at me as she retreats; take off my coat and hat, light up a cigarette and sit in the comfortable brown leather armchair next to chaise longue where my patients are seated.
A few minutes later, there is a knock on the door; Martha opens it and lets Sarah in. I look at this beautiful woman and am always amazed: "Sarah's beauty cannot be described with words!"
Her slender body full of natural sensuality is the delicate note that encloses the symphony of her face whose smile drives every man mad; blue eyes sparkle like exploding stars and her thin lips always seem to invite a lustful, deep kiss.
At first it was all very strange, and I came to think that she might present a picture of sexual hysteria; with the use of hypnosis I could finally find out that this is an aberrant behavior which should not be repressed but depending on your point of view stimulated.
"Good morning, Doctor Adrian. I must go to bed", said Sarah in her soft and submissive voice.
- No, we'll start our session right away!
Over time I learned the necessary techniques that would allow me to satisfy Sarah's need; without hesitation, she undressed herself with subtle movements and sweet looks; seeing her completely naked made an erection appear in my pants.
"What do you want me to do now, Doctor?" she asked in a low voice without looking at me.
- Come to me and get on your knees <unk> I ordered strongly.
Walking with provocative languor, Sarah approached and got down on her knees between my legs. "I'm excited! Do you know what to do? Or do you need a corrective?" I asked in threatening tones.
"I believe you know, my lord..., but a corrective is always advisable", she replied in an anxious tone.
I leaned over her and held the tip of my fingers to her chin; after a smile, opened her mouth and spat into it for then kissing profusely; I could feel Sarah's body quivering with excitement showing that she needed more stimulation.
The reaction was immediate: Sarah had an orgasm! And it was of such magnitude that her body unintentionally trembled and a groan exploded in her mouth; I bent down once more and touched her vulva which was hot and very wet. She smiled at me with some hesitation, opened my legs and pointed to the crotch.
She nodded her head and began to open my trousers until I had exposed a stiff member. "'What are you waiting for, little dog? Come on! Serve me!'
To feel that little mouth swallowing my member was something divine! Sarah rewarded me with a juicy blowjob, making the sturdy instrument disappear inside her mouth, reappearing soon after all lapped up with its saliva; she repeated this gesture many times while her tiny hand caressed my wrinkled thighs and left me on the verge of ecstasy.
I'm ordering <unk> growls at a certain time, sending efforts to new perspectives <unk> bitch! Stay back and sit on me! Hurry up, we don't have all day!
Sarah did not hesitate, obeying the command and offering her vagina to my delight; in a few minutes she was gnawing her ass on me with its gobbling grate and spitting out my member with increasingly vehement and profound movements. The moment I sensed an orgasm approaching through my body, I prepared myself for a quick reaction.
I got up abruptly, causing Sarah to fall on the floor; stood over her and ordered that she turn back toward me; cocked my head and issued a new command; Sarah began masturbating while I put my hand behind it and rolled her vagina. "You like this, bitch? Yes! You're gonna make fun of me, you understand?"
"Yes! Yes, my lord!" she murmured, continuing to masturbate and trembling uncontrollably.
Sarah reached her peak by enjoying a multiple orgasm that swept over her body in waves that seemed to have no end ..., at the same time, her manipulation had its desired effect and I ejaculated volumes on his face and breasts while still hearing his moans and prolonged sighs. Her body trembled uncontrollably and dominated by the waves of pleasure which battered it delightfully; seeing Sarah writhing with pleasure also left me in an indescribable state of ecstasy! At the end of everything, I got up and pointed towards the sink so she could clean herself. <unk> Don't forget! Breasts remain licked!<unk>, I reported in an authoritative tone.
As she collected herself, Sarah kept a grateful look on her face without uttering even one word. "Are we done for today, Doctor?" she asked as soon as she had recovered.
- Yes, for today. I replied by handing her an envelope. These are the instructions for tonight in your husband's presence... if all goes as hoped this was our last session... good luck Sarah and be happy!
I asked Martha to send another envelope for Mr. Weisemann with detailed instructions, which she promptly did. A few days later a courier came into the office carrying correspondence from Sarah's husband. Inside was a fleshy and nominal check accompanied by a laconic note written only "thank you very much".