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My therapy part 3
Over the weeks I turned up for my therapy and to discuss my progress . I didn't believe I was purged of the feelings and I had grown to accept that I was a sub. However Dave said he wasn't convinced and more therapy was needed .
By now I was being used in his bed upstairs . I felt privileged to be taken to his bed . He sometimes spanked me and fucked me over the worktop in his kitchen and over the sink . He shoved my face into the washing up bowl and I heard him laughing. I know he is doing his best to purge my desires away by humiliating me constantly . By far the most humiliating was when he took me into his garage . He has a pulley system setup in the beams . He put wrist cuffs on me and hooked me up to a chain and hoisted me up. My toes could barely touch the floor . He pulled my trousers and pants down and took his belt off and thrashed my arse. He gagged me to stifle my cries. He ridiculed me throughout heaping insults on me . He got me to say all sorts of degrading things like I was a complete whore and making me say that I loved it and how marvellous he was.
He reinforced reminding me that it was for my own benefit so I had to endure it. I was confused as although the treatment was painful somehow I found it exciting . Maybe I am a sub slut? So it was strange to say how I adored him as he thrashed me. However, I realised this was necessary to find out what I am . Deep inside I wanted more and more. Then he finally lowered me. I was totally exhausted . He threw me over his grubby workbench and fucked me shooting his cum into me. Finally I collapsed on the floor and suddenly I felt liquid being poured over me only to realise he was pissing over me. It was so degrading.
As the months have passed I consider myself fortunate as he is a highly skilled counsellor and it isn't charging me anything. It's because he is a friend and I really appreciate him taking the time to help me. He spoke less and less of the therapy and if I asked if we were getting anywhere he just said it was continuing . He has me licking and kissing his body all over and often smothers me by sitting on my face forcing me to rim his hole. I haven't been purged of the feelings and when I say I must therefore be a sub Dave tells me we must be sure and we must continue . He is such a dedicated therapist.
One day I arrived at his and as I entered I assumed my usual position of crawling along his hall floor as he kicked me up the arse. However, I was confused as once I got into his lounge as he told me to sit in an armchair for a chat. I was concerned he was finishing the therapy.
He opened a bottle of wine and was being really friendly . I wasn't used to this. Then he seemed to imply that I wasn't fully committed to the therapy . I insisted I was and I couldn't understand why he would think that way. I had obeyed him thoroughly as I totally trusted him. He kept topping up my glass and I could feel the wine taking an affect on me.
He said I need to go to the " next stage" of the therapy and quoted some educational stuff that I didn't understand saying it was what I needed. He asked if I agreed so I just said that I did. I don't know about that sort of stuff but he is smart . He had obviously done his research
He left the room and I heard him making a call and he returned and then I recall the door bell rang and this guy came in . His name was Ted and he was one of Sirs colleagues. Dave had kindly invited him to help with my therapy. Sir said I need to be further abused to purge this sub attitude I had. Ted was big and not attractive at all and seemed to be looking at me strangely . It was a sort of lecherous sneer .
Things got a bit blurry then as I was a bit drunk. I recall standing up as Sir told me to strip. They sat back and watched me . I didn't seem to care really as the wine had removed all my inhibitions. I followed Sirs instructions and gave them a twirl.
I was told to kneel and was blindfolded. The next thing I know I was choking on a big cock. It wasn't Sirs so it must be Teds. Then I was sucking two cocks , first Teds then Sirs back and forth. Then they turned around and I had to literally kiss their arses and I heard them laughing . But I didn't care. Sir told me to rim their arses it was so degrading but also exciting. Poppers were put under my nose and I went really high and sucked both their cocks and balls with gusto ! I wanted to give them both the best blowjobs of their lives. I wasn't going to hold back at all . I wanted Sir to say I was following his therapy wholeheartedly. I licked and sucked their cocks and balls the very best I could.
Then I was taken upstairs and thrown onto the bed . They tied my hands to the bed and Sir said I must be punished for being a dirty bitch . They thrashed my arse each hitting it in turn. I tried to scream out but the ball gag restricted me. I heard Sir saying all sorts of degrading things to me but saying it was all part of the therapy . My arse was red hot .
Sir then got in between my legs and fucked me and Ted after untying and removing the ball gag sat in front of me and pushed his cock in my mouth. They both started pummelling me hard . I wanted them to cum in me . I wanted to be the best slut for them. Ted forced my head down and made me rim his fat arse. I didn't care now . Poppers was given to me and I was high .
Then they changed places and carried on thrusting and thrusting . I recall at one point I was told to squeal like a pig as my nipples were squeezed hard. I oinked and squealed and I heard them laughing . Finally they both shot their cum into my arse and mouth . I was exhausted . I felt so proud that I had pleased them though.
Sir said we should stop and have lunch but I had done well but they both agreed I needed more therapy . They said there was more to do but I was doing well. I felt glad that these two experts were giving me therapy and their time. I knew I was in safe hands .
( to be continued)