My Wild Therapy Session

It was a lukewarm afternoon. The sun was shining brightly outside, leaving no space to a single cloud. It was -as some could say- a perfect day. Which was probably why I also was in a perfect mood. Looking through the window of my therapist's waiting room, I was singing an happy tune to myself. I couldn't wait to see him again today and check on how much progress I had made lately. Only problem, I hadn't done the work he gave me last time properly. In fact, I hadn't done it at all. But it was fine, I was sure Stephen -my therapist- would understand. He always did. Even if that had never happened before.

"Mike ?"

I raised my head. My therapist was there, right in front of the door, apparently waiting for me. Stephen was a tall and lean man with a perfectly symmetrical face. His eyes were blue, like the sea, and his hair was chestnut brown, the type of chestnut brown you didn't see everyday. I'm sure that if we had met in a totally other setting, I would've immediately fell in love with him. But he was my therapist. And it wasn't appropriate, considering he was supposed to have a neutral standpoint towards me.

"Are you ready ?" The latter inquired with a smile, making his dimples pop out.

"Yep. I am ready." I answered, getting up.

As per usual, we settled in the red couches, him on one side and me on the other. We didn't come to talk immediately about everything we were previously working on. He asked me how my day was and I truthfully answered 'good'. He asked me if my ex had contacted me again to which I replied 'no'. And then he finally proceeded to ask if I had done my homework. 

"No. I'm sorry, it completely slipped my mind." I calmly explained, looking down at my shoes.

For a few seconds, there was utter silence. I thought he was probably just thinking about what to say next, how to deal with that, asking himself whether he could postpone it. But instead he said :

"You know what ? It's fine. We can do another similar exercise right now."

"Really ?"

"Yeah. Just stand up here and we'll do it."

I obeyed him without really questioning it. I stood up and went to where he was pointing. He then asked me to close my eyes and try to make the void. At this point, I wasn't really sure how that was correlating to the exercise, since normally it was a writing one, but I supposed that he obviously knew what he was doing. He then told me to take deep breath. Once again, I complied. I could hear him walk in circles around me. Tap, tap. Tap, tap. I heard rattle and suddenly the orange that I was perceiving through my eyes became pitch black. 

"What are we-"

"Shh, Mike. Just trust me." He whispered and I sensed he was closer. "Just let all the tension get out of your body. Relax."

I tried to obey him but my gut told me otherwise. Still, I didn't move. I could feel him getting more distant and I thought that was it. When suddenly-

"Mpffff!" I attempted to scream through the wet tissue.

My eyes opened instantly and I attempted at fighting back. What was Stephen doing ? His arms were wrapped around my torso, completely restricting me from using my arms, and his body was pressed against my back. I could almost feel his crotch rubbing against my ass. Worse than that, he was pressing a wet tissue against my mouth and nose. I had never smelled that before but it was a terrifying smell.

"Shh." He murmured in my ear. "Relax. This is all part of the process."

The room was plunged in the dark. I tried to kick him but he pinched my nose in return, blocking one of my ways to breathe. Slowly but surely, I started to feel myself become weaker and weaker. Gosh, what was in that tissue ? Most likely nothing good. I felt my arms starting to droop and my legs trembling under my weight. It all seemed so heavy suddenly. My eyelids, my legs, my arms, my body. 

"Good. That's good..." was the last thing I heard before succombing to a deep sleep.

***

It all had seemed like a crazy dream to me. I mean, I couldn't believe Stephen would do that to me. No, the real Stephen would never have done that to me, I thought as I slurred myself away from unconsciousness. I slowly opened my eyes. Pitch black all around me. Which was normal, seeing how I usually slept with a sleep mask. I tried to take it off and that's when it hit me.

"MMph???" I tried to scream, yanking at the ropes around my neck.

I was fully tied up. My arms were tightly bound behind my back with no way of escaping. I could feel leather around them but I wasn't fully sure. Ropes were severed around my neck, forcing me to be hunched forward. My knees and ankles were tied up against two different poles that were facing each other. From what I could guess, I was sitting on a chair but- backwards ? To make it worse, I could feel a pressure against my cock.

"MMMPH!" I tried to yell once again in my gag.

"Oh, I see you're awake." A voice -Stephen's- said, resounding in the whole room. "How are you feeling ?"

I grunted and squirmed a little bit.

"Well, that doesn't really matter now, does it ?" And I could swear, he was smirking.

If I had the ability to, I would've cursed him. But I couldn't do a single thing in this position. I suddenly felt him really close behind me. Was he sitting ? I instantly got an answer as I felt his arms wrap around me.

"God. You have no idea how long I have wanted to do this to you. Since the first day I saw you, when you entered the room, I couldn't stop thinking about it. You were all so cute and charming and- Ah-" He caressed my chest, which I now realized was fully bare. "But you were so 'perfect'. How could I have taken you away like this, with no reasons ? So I had to wait until the day where you forgot about your work. And I did wait. It took a long, long time but it was all so worth it in the end." He pinched one of my nipples and I couldn't help but yelp like a girl. 

I tried to squirm again afterwards but it just failed. He chuckled behind me and his hand went down towards my crotch. He was still pinching my nipple and it was starting to hurt but as his hand got hold of my cock, I suddenly felt myself get hard. Gosh, this was mad.

"Look at you, getting all hard for me. Does that turn you on Mike ?" He kissed my neck and all of my hair spiked up. I didn't want to get all horned up. But I couldn't resist. "Well, you know what I do to mean boys who don't do their work properly ?" He whispered in my ear, grabbing my chin from behind. "I punish them."

I felt him pull away from me and suddenly a whirring noise resounded in the whole room. At first, I didn't know what it was. I got scared. Madly scared. But then, I felt it against my cock. The pressure. A vibrator. It was a vibrator. And it felt so motherfucking good.

"How does it feel ?" Stephen asked and I heard some cluttering.

I moaned lightly, unsure but my body; certainly pleased. 

"Good. Because I'm not done with you."

I heard him approach me and before I could react his hands were on my chest, rubbing, twisting. It also seemed like the vibrator had increased its intensity. I started moaning more and more. The feelings of his hands on me, the pressure of the vibrator and the helplessness. It was so good. Too good. Suddenly he stopped and attached something. Nipple clamps. He turned them around my nipples roughly and kept on doing it until it was the tightest possible. I don't know how long it lasted but at least fifteen minutes and at this point, I wasn't even thinking about the mess I got myself in but the pleasure I was currently feeling. It wasn't enough to make me orgasm though but just enough to keep me over the edge. And he knew that. 

Brutally, his phone rang. He walked away from me and picked up. I couldn't hear what he was saying through all of the whirring that had once again increased but it seemed urgent. When he came back, he tightened everything up. Even my gag and blindfold. He pulled on my neck rope and tied it even harder around the chair rest, so much my chin was resting on it now. I tried to protest but he just chuckled.

"I have to go my dear Mike. But I'll be back soon." is what he said before all I could hear was opera music. Opera music out of all things. He knew I hated that. He did it on purpose. 

The last thing he did before apparently leaving for good was a kiss on my gag. And then as simply as that. He was gone. Leaving me all alone, helpless.