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A Different Kind of Therapy Ch. 11

[My thanks once again to estragon for editing my prose.

I appreciate all the feedback and love hearing from you. Please write. I love the suggestions, but may or may not incorporate them in the story. I have no control of where my Muse leads me. She is a wicked domme. :-)

-Tricia]


Session XI: Caught in a Web

I woke up on Wednesday morning to the vibration of my iPhone. I slid my finger across it to open it up and the Therapy App was awake. It had three messages for me: "Call in sick for work today," was the first. Then, "Dr. Gupta's appointment has been moved to tomorrow at six-thirty. Make an excuse to be out all evening." I gulped. The last message was, "Press here when everyone is gone."

I feigned illness to Bob when he woke up and went downstairs in my bathrobe to make sure that the kids got off to school. I wasn't going to make lunches if I was "sick," so I told them to buy lunch on their accounts. By eight I was alone. I picked up my iPhone and pulled up the Therapy App. I pressed the button.

"Have you showered?" the App immediately asked. I pushed the "No," button.

"Do not shower. Do not apply deodorant or perfume," came back to me, with a button for "Acknowledged."

When I pushed that, the instructions came back in a smaller font. "Your next Therapy session is at 10AM. Your therapist is Caroline Nail," and it gave an address. "Pack a bag with jeans, underwear and shoes. On your way to the session, wear only one of your husband's shirts. Unbutton it to your navel." I gulped once more. Thank god my car was in the garage. "Drink plenty of water; hydrate. Do not be late."

The address was two towns away. When I looked it up on the computer, Google showed me a horse farm. It would take me a half hour to get there, so I had an hour and a half before I needed to leave. I went to get some water to drink.

At 8:30, the App made my phone vibrate again. "Strip naked," it read. "Do 25 jumping jacks. Jog in place for five minutes. Do 20 stomach crunches. Drink more water." I stared at it for a moment in disbelief; it had been forever since I'd done that much exercise. But I took off my robe and my nightgown and did what I'd been told. I finished in about fifteen minutes, sweating profusely and breathing heavily. I needed more water and I needed to pee.

I caught my breath and took care of the bathroom and getting more water. At 9:00 the App buzzed me again. "You should still be naked. 20 more crunches. Five minutes jogging in place. Touch your toes 25 times. Drink more."

God, I thought. I already stink. What are they thinking?

I was still naked. I went through the exercises as instructed, then caught my breath and got more water. I was standing next to the kitchen sink at 9:20 when the phone vibrated again. I groaned. I couldn't do more exercises. I had to leave soon.

"Eight ounces of water. Now," the App told me.

I wanted to object. I was already starting to float. But I filled up another glass of water and drank it down quickly. I needed to get a shirt and get into the car.

I sniffed my underarms as I moved quickly to my bedroom. I never left the house this ripe. And I blushed when I realized I needed to shave too. But there wasn't any time for that. I grabbed one of Bob's shirts quickly and pulled it on, buttoning a few buttons on it while I headed back to the kitchen where my purse and keys lay on the counter.

I got into the car and opened my iPhone for directions to Caroline Nail's farm. I tried to arrange the tail of Bob's shirt so it was between my sex and the fabric of the car seat. I didn't need to leave any spots. Like spankings, the embarrassment of being exposed was making my pussy wet.

I was decidedly nervous while driving. What if I got pulled over? I thought. How would I explain this? I guessed I needed to make sure I wasn't. I was immensely glad that the minivan had me seated up higher than a sedan would have. I concentrated on looking normal and getting to where I was going.

When I was almost there, I noticed I seemed to be following another another minivan. It took me a moment before I realized that I had seen it before. When I'd left the rectory after my session last Friday, that minivan had been parked next to mine.

I gulped for the third time today.

As Google had revealed, we were headed to a horse farm.

"Horseshoe Nail Farm," seemed to be grass covered, with fenced-in fields on either side of the road. I could see five or six horses in the fields, heads down, quietly eating the grass. In one field a rider was putting a horse through its paces, riding in red jacket and black helmet. There was a big, old, white farm house and two barns: a large modern one of some kind of metal and a somewhat smaller traditional red wooden one.

I followed the other car -- was her name Lucy? -- into the parking lot. We parked next to each other, in spots right in front of a woman apparently waiting for us. The woman was in her early forties, with copper colored hair hanging loose on her shoulders and a serious expression on her face. She was clearly in shape from working the horses. She was wearing brown leather pants with a white silk top. There didn't appear to be a bra under her blouse. She had sandals on her feet.

I looked over at the woman in the other car, then dropped my keys in my purse, grabbed it and the bag of clothes I'd packed and got out of the car.

"Leave your purses in the cars," the woman in the leather pants said flatly. "Bring your clothes." I had almost closed the door, but I opened it back up again and tossed in my purse, then closed the door. I walked to the front of my car.

"Drop the bags. Which one of you is Lucy?" our host asked. I looked to my left at the woman from the other car.

She responded, "me." Lucy was also wearing a man's shirt and nothing else. Also in her forties, she had short blonde hair and a few extra pounds. When she glanced at me, I saw she had blue eyes. Like mine, her hair looked like it hadn't been washed yet today.

"And you must be Pam. I'm Caroline Nail," the woman in front of us continued. Her tone was strict, like she was used to being obeyed. "You will call me 'ma'am'. Erica Landry is out riding and will be joining me for your therapy shortly. You will call her Mrs. Landry. Take off your shirts."

I unbuttoned mine and pulled it off. Lucy hesitated however. "Take it off now, cunt. I will not repeat myself again." Lucy jumped and pulled her shirt over her head without unbuttoning it. "Leave them on your bags," Caroline said.

She looked us up and down appraisingly. "Aren't you two cunts sorry excuses for women? Don't you ever exercise?"

We stood there mutely. "I asked you a question. Don't you ever exercise, cunts?"

"No," I stammered. Lucy's "no" was a second later.

"I told you bitches what to call me. Try again. Don't you ever exercise, cunts?"

"No, ma'am," our answers were synchronized now.

"Well, I expect a different answer if your sorry asses are ever in front of me again. Do you understand?"

"Yes, ma'am," we answered.

She stepped up close to me and grabbed a tuft of my pubic hair. "You probably haven't trimmed since summer. Am I right?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Well, that had better change too by the time I see you again. Raise your arms. Phew, you stink. And all that stubble. You need a shave there too. What's wrong with you, cunt? Don't you care how you look?"

"Nothing's wrong, ma'am. I do care, ma'am."

"Then why haven't you shaved?"

"I don't know, ma'am, I haven't had time."

"Well, at least we know you don't color your hair." She let go of me and stepped in front of Lucy, grabbing her pubic hair. "Well, cunt, you've trimmed, but do you think this black looks good with your blonde hair on top?"

"I don't know ma'am," Lucy said, "I didn't think of it, ma'am."

"Well think about it. Raise your arms. Ah, good, you've shaved." Caroline let go of her pubes and slapped Lucy's thick belly. "But look at this flab. Tisk, tisk."

"Ma'am?" Lucy's voice was hesitant.

"What is it, bitch?"

"Ma'am, I um, I um...."

"Get it out, cunt."

"I have to pee, ma'am."

"Yes, well, you were instructed to drink heavily. Go ahead. You too, Pamela."

Lucy looked around, trying to spot a bathroom. "Where, ma'am?"

"Right there, on the grass."

"Right here, outside?"

"Yes, bitch. Right where I tell you. Both of you. Squat and piss. Face each other."

"Ma'am," I said, "I don't have to...."

"I don't care. You'd better piss now. You won't get a chance later. Now. Both of you. And face each other."

I turned toward Lucy as I squatted down on the grass. She was already squatting, her feet apart, a pained expression on her face.

"What are you waiting for, bitches?"

"I can't," Lucy said.

"Well, then you'll stay there until you do."

I tried hard to relax my bladder and managed it. My piss started draining out of me onto the grass. Lucy saw and I guess that helped her. Her stream squirted out of her like from a hose, wildly spraying between and sometimes onto her feet. I couldn't stop watching her, staring right between her legs as the liquid drained from her. I kept thinking back to Natalie yesterday and how she watched me so intently.

I don't know why, but I found it strangely erotic. What was wrong with me?

As we finished, the pee sputtering out as we squeezed out the last of it, Lucy and I looked at each other. Our faces blushed bright red in embarrassment.

"See, that wasn't so hard," Ms. Nail said. "Now, get up." We both stood. I wished I had some paper to wipe with, but apparently that wasn't going to happen. Ms. Nail pointed into the middle of the field. "See that jumping fence there? The blue one with the white stripes?"

"Yes, ma'am," we said.

"I want you both to jog around there -- neither one of you look like you can run. Jog there, then around the back the big barn, then meet me in the red barn. Go. Now."

Neither of us wasted any time. We began to jog the course she ordered.

"You were at...at the rectory...on Friday," Lucy panted as she jogged naked next to me.

Neither one of us, I thought, were in any kind of shape. "Yes," I said. "I heard...your spanking."

"I could tell...," Lucy replied, "that you'd been...spanked too." She gulped for breath. "How long...have you been seeing...seeing Reverend Rusk?"

"That was my...first time. You?"

"My third..." We reached the blue horse gate. From across the field we heard and then saw the galloping hooves of a horse approaching. As it quickly got closer I was all too aware that I was naked out here where anyone could see me. Naked and running with another naked woman through the horse fields.

As we turned around the far end of the gate, the rider we'd seen earlier thundered up and jumped the gate with her horse. We stopped, totally startled by the beauty of the jump and the power of the horse. The rider looked back over her shoulder at us, turned her horse and pulled up in front of us, scowling down at Lucy and I from her perch.

On top of such a muscular animal you could tell that she herself was a muscular woman. In her thirties and African-American, her tightly curled hair was held close to her head by the black riding helmet. Her riding pants were leather and tucked into leather boots. Her red jacket was the traditional wool and she held a riding crop in her gloved left hand, which rested on her hip. The horse's reins were in her right hand.

"What are you two whores doing just standing there? Weren't you supposed to be running?"

"Yes, ma'am," I said. "Sorry ma'am." I started to jog again.

"Wait, bitch. Get back where you were."

In my haste to comply, I heedlessly stepped in some droppings. "Shit," I cursed and started to wipe my foot on cleaner grass.

"Stop that, bitch, or I'll make you roll in it. What are your names, whores?"

"Lucy, ma'am," my sister therapy patient said.

"I'm Pamela, ma'am."

"You must have met Caroline. Did she tell you who I am?"

"Yes, ma'am. Mrs. Landry," I said.

"Very good," the woman said, then she directed her horse to move so it was almost right on top of us. I wanted to back up but I was afraid to move. Somehow being in the presence of this powerful animal made me even more aware of my nakedness and my nakedness made me more aware of the animal's power. "Then she told you," Mrs. Landry yelled, "what you should call me. I'm not 'ma'am'. Don't make that mistake again."

"Yes, Mrs. Landry," we replied in unison.

I felt Lucy trembling next to me.

"Are you afraid of my horse, cunt?" Mrs. Landry asked Lucy.

"No ma.... I mean no Mrs. Landry. Well, maybe a little."

"Turned on by her? Don't lie to me, bitch. Feel your cunt. Are you wet?"

Lucy reached between her legs, "Yes, Mrs. Landry. Very wet."

"Well, isn't that sick, getting turned on by a horse. It's a good thing we have only fillies here. No telling what you'd get into otherwise."

"No, Mrs. Landry. I mean, I wouldn't do that, Mrs. Landry."

"Feel the other bitch's cunt, Lucy. Is she horny too?"

Lucy looked horrified. She looked up at Erica and then at me and then back at Erica. "Please don't make me," she said, shivering.

"I'll make you do what ever I want, bitch," came the angry reply. "Put your skanky-ass fingers into this other bitch's cunt and tell me if she's horny too." Lucy stood frozen. Erica raised her riding crop menacingly. "Now, bitch."

Haltingly, Lucy turned toward me and stretched her hand toward my crotch. "It's okay," I whispered. "Go ahead." This was a bridge I had crossed not too long ago too. I knew what she was feeling. Like I might be poison or something, Lucy gingerly reached out her hand and touched my vulva. I shuddered in pleasure with the touch and she snapped her hand back.

Mrs. Landry kneed her horse ever so slightly, causing the mount to shift its weight toward us. "Listen to me, Lucy," she said evenly, "Feel her cunt. Tell me how wet she is."

Lucy reached out again and this time managed to slip her fingers inside me. They went in easily. She pulled them back almost immediately, like she'd touched a hot stove. In a way she had. I'm sure I was burning up down there.

"Well?" Erica asked impatiently.

"She's very wet, Mrs. Landry."

"Hah," Erica laughed. "Two horny bitches. What are we going to do with you?" She turned her horse so it was headed toward the barn. The filly's tail swept into each of us, first me then Lucy. Erica looked back over her shoulder. "Once more around the gate, whores. Then whatever path Caroline already gave you. I'll see you in the barn."

She clucked and shook the reins and the horse trotted away from us, throwing dirt up on us.

We started jogging again, making a circle around the gate before heading back toward the barns.

"I hate," Lucy said when we were moving again, "how wet this all makes me." She breathed heavily for a couple of strides. "It's like my pussy is a traitor."

"I know," I answered. "The first time...I got spanked...I couldn't believe...how wet I got."

Lucy caught her foot on something then and went sprawling in the grass and dirt and dung. I helped her up and we kept on jogging.

"Did you know," I asked between breaths, "that...you got...turned on by... being... humiliated?"

"No...but there's a lot...that I've learned...about myself."

"Don't I know...it," I said. "Never thought...I'd like...eating pussy."

She stopped then and held her hand on my arm to stop me. She turned us toward each other. "They made you...you know?"

"Lick them?" I panted. "Not really....I kind of wanted to. You haven't?"

"No," she said with a swallow. She wouldn't look at me all of a sudden. "Look we'd better get going...."

We went back to running. The grass of the field gave way to a hard packed dirt path then across a gravel driveway that stung our feet and then back to dirt as we found our way inside the front of the barn.

Inside the barn, Mrs. Landry was brushing down her filly. She'd taken off her helmet and her hair stuck, sweaty, against her head. The horse was tied to the outside of a stall by her bridle. Caroline Nail was standing next to rider and horse, apparently talking. She looked up when we arrived, panting, at the door.

"About time you got here. I was afraid I'd have to send the dogs out to look for you. Come over here. Quickly."

As we both hopped into a slow jog, Caroline looked down to her blouse, pulled the tails from her pants and unbuttoned it, top to bottom. When we stood in front of her, she slid it off her shoulders and turned to hang it on a hook on the stable divider. She turned back to us, her breasts free of restraint, standing firm and high on her chest. Her areolae were small and her nipples firmly stuck out from them. Her skin was well tanned, without any lines from a bathing suit.

It was one thing to have compared my sagging breasts with Jennifer the other day: she was only twenty-three or something like that. This woman was more my age and her breasts put mine to shame. I looked over at Lucy, who I guessed was thinking much the same thoughts.

"You two must be thirsty after that run," Caroline said evenly. She pointed to the side, "There, have a drink." Her hand directed us to a metal trough, about six feet long and a couple deep, about waist high, filled with water. It was clearly for the horses, but we just as clearly had no choice in the matter.

Lucy and I walked slowly to the trough and we each cupped our hands in the water to pull a drink up to our mouths.

"Not like that, you cunts," Mrs. Landry said scornfully. "Bend over. Put your faces in it and drink."

I looked over my shoulder at her in disbelief, but I knew she was serious. With Lucy doing likewise, I bent over the trough and tried as best as I could to lap water into my mouth like a cat or suck it up like a horse might. We were so busy that neither one of us noticed Caroline walking over and between us. The next thing I knew, I felt a hand on the back of my head as my face and half my head was pressed under water. I struggled against it, writhing back and forth, but her grip was strong and I couldn't lift my face until she let me, some long, long seconds later.

"You two were filthy; you needed your faces washed anyway," Caroline said cruelly as we sputtered water from our mouths and noses and tried to catch our breath. "Which one do you want, Erica?"

"I know you like the blondes, Caro. I'll take the brunette. It's Pammy, right?"

"Pamela, Mrs. Landry, if it pleases you."

"No, Pammy pleases me, bitch. Give me your hands." I lifted them to her and she grabbed both my wrists in her own strong hands. She pulled me toward the back of the barn. There she pulled me to the side of a strange contraption. It resembled a spider's web made out of wood and rope; the rope tied in concentric hexagons around six radial lines. She roughly threw me against the side of the web and pressed into my back as she reached up and grabbed two cuffs hanging above my head and to the sides and tied to the web. As she attached my wrists to the cuffs, Lucy was pushed against me from the other side of the web and Caroline proceeded to attach her hands to cuffs that hung from that side.

The web wasn't very dense, so Lucy and I pressed as much against each other as we did against the rope. My left breast was mashed into her right one, while my right nipple was pressed painfully into a knot in the ropes. Our bellies pressed against each other through the web and our faces were level, facing each other through an opening. When we our arms were secured, we were roughly pushed closer together and our heads were cheek to cheek, with a rope just an inch or two beneath our chins.

"Lift this foot, Pammy," Mrs. Landry said, tapping on my right ankle. I complied as Ms. Nail said, "You too, Lucy Goosey." I felt Lucy stiffen at the name. I lifted my foot and Mrs. Landry roughly pulled it to the side to attach it to another cuff that I couldn't see. We repeated the maneuver with my left foot and Lucy and I were soon spread-eagled, against each other and the web.
This close to my companion, I was all too aware at how dirty she was from her tumble in the field and how fragrant she was from the morning's exertions. And while I was put off by that, I was even more mortified because I knew I was in the same shape. I needed a shower. My hair needed washing. But that wasn't going to happen any time soon.

"Would you mind getting their bellies, Caro, dear? I want to get out of these boots."

"Sure thing," Ms. Nail said. She moved away where I couldn't see, while Erica went to sit on a hay bale clearly in my view. She pulled off her boots, then stood up again and unbuttoned her riding jacket. Like her partner, she too was braless. Her milk-chocolate colored breasts were tipped by large areolae of a darker shade and I could see even from where I was that her nipples were stiff.

But I didn't get to enjoy the view in leisure. While Erica was taking off her boots and jacket, Caroline took some kind of belt and wrapped it around Lucy and me. She had to lean up tight against Lucy so she could pass through the web it around my back. Then she pulled it tight and cinched it somehow, so Lucy and I were pulled tightly together at another point.

"Don't they look sweet, Caro," Erica said malevolently. "Our two bitches are inseparable. Why don't you kiss before your beatings, bitches?"

Lucy and I looked at each other and then I leaned forward to kiss her. I was turned on by what had been happening and I had shared much with Lucy already this morning. So I was okay with kissing her. But she just pecked me and turned away.

"That's not much of a kiss, Lucy Goosey," Ms. Nail said. "Give her a real kiss."

"Don't call me that!" Lucy said angrily.

"What? 'Lucy Goosey'?" Caroline Nail grabbed Lucy's hair and turned Lucy's head to face her. "You don't mind being called 'cunt' or 'whore' or 'bitch', but you don't want me to call you Lucy Goosey? You're fucked up, bitch. And I'll call you anything I want. Understand, Lucy Goosey?" I saw Caroline's hand tighten, pulled Lucy's hair. Lucy's head went back to relieve the pain but she could only go back so far. "Understand?" Caroline asked again.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Now, give her a real kiss, Lucy Goosey." Caroline turned Lucy's head back to me. We kissed again, more then a peck this time. But Lucy's mouth didn't open when I invited it with my mouth. Lucy's head was pulled back again.

"What's the matter, Lucy Goosey? Don't you like kissing girls?"

"No ma'am," Lucy said through obvious pain.

"Pammy here doesn't mind. Do you cunt?"

"No," I said truthfully, though I felt like I was betraying Lucy.

"I had to practically horse whip the bitch to get her to feel up the other one's cunt," Erica said from behind me.

"Really," Caroline responded. "Why, Lucy Goosey?"

"I've never, um, touched, ow, another woman like that before," she said. I could see her eyes watering.

"No?" Caroline laughed. "Well, Lucy Goosey, my smelly little virgin, you're gonna do a lot more than that today, I guarantee you. Today, you're going to learn to kiss a girl. You're going finger a girl if I tell you. But one thing I promise you is before you leave here today, you're going have your pretty little face in my crotch and you'd damn well make me come when you do. Now, kiss this other skanky whore and make it good."

Caroline turned Lucy's head back at me and pushed her toward me. Lucy kissed me back this time. Her mouth opened up and she let my tongue explore her mouth. I felt the pressure ease on the back of her head and I presumed that Caroline let go of her hair. Then I felt Mrs. Landry move up behind me and slide her hand between my legs, her fingers sliding inside my pussy.

"No! Don't!" Lucy's head jerked back from me.

"Just kiss, bitch," Caroline growled. She grabbed Lucy's hair again and pushed her face back at me. Mrs. Landry's other hand grabbed my hair and held it in place. We began kissing again while Mrs. Landry finger-fucked me. From the way Lucy was squirming, I assumed that she was getting the same treatment from Ms. Nail.

"You know, Erica," Ms. Nail said meanly, "For someone named Lucy Goosey, she's pretty damn tight. And frigid too. How about yours?"

"Well, this bitch ain't frigid. She'd be fucking me back if she could move. But yeah, pretty tight. Don't your husbands ever fuck you, you skanky whores?"

Lucy's kiss changed in timbre. Once second she was doing it just to make it look good. The next there was passion behind it. I felt more than heard her moan into my mouth.

"That's right, Lucy Goosey," Caroline cajoled. "You're starting to enjoy it. Fuck my fingers back. You're just a bitch. Ride your mistress's fingers. She knows what a dirty skanky whore you are. It's probably better than your husband ever gave you anyway. You're so wet for me, you know. So wet for another woman. Didn't know you had it in you, did you cunt? Are you going to come for me? It feels like it. Are you going to come?"

Caroline jerked Lucy's head back so she could answer.

"Yes," Lucy said like she was being tortured. "Please. Oh, so close, so close."

And like those were magic words, Mrs. Landry's fingers pulled roughly from my cunt, eliciting a ragged sigh of frustration from me. The same must have happened to Lucy because she suddenly stiffened.

"No!" she cried. "Don't stop. Please. Please make me come."

"What's that, bitch?" Mrs. Landry asked mockingly. "You want a woman to make you come? Are you some kind of dykey cunt?"

"Please. I don't care. I just want to..."

"Too bad, Lucy Goosey," Ms. Nail laughed. "Just too bad. Maybe in a bit. For now...." Mrs. Landry quickly slipped a strap over my head and pulled something like a rubber bit into my mouth, tightening the strap from behind. I could see Lucy had the same thing in her mouth. It effectively kept us from saying anything more. Then a length of black silk was pulled over my eyes and tied against my head. I couldn't see a thing through it.

It was only a moment later that the blows began to land on my bottom, my thighs and my back. Lucy must have been getting the same treatment, her body kept jerking into mine the same way mine was being pushed into hers.

The implements varied. There was something that felt like a paddle: the pain was spread out and almost bearable. But it was like a tenderizer making way for what I assumed was a crop. That slammed into me with a sharp pain that traced a straight line across my ass or thighs. Occasionally there'd be a brief halt and I'd feel Mrs. Landry move up close to me and bright, intense shots of pain would bloom around me backside as she used something I wasn't at all familiar with.

Through it all Mrs. Landry and Ms. Nail were quiet, working steadily and purposefully. All I could hear was the impact of the paddles and crops, Lucy and my muffled cries of pain through our bits and the horses in the stalls around us.

I think I came from the beating twice. I can't say I'm entirely sure. It was a period of intense sensation. Of pain mixed with pleasure. Of pain that became pleasure. I have no idea how long it lasted. Probably not long, and when it stopped I was in a different world.

It was like I was in a dream as my ankles were untied and my feet placed on the ground. I was glad then for the other things that held me and gave me a chance to set myself steadily. The belt came off around Lucy and me next. Then the cuffs that held my hands were untied from above me, but they were retied behind my back.

Someone, I assumed it was Mrs. Landry, guided me across the rough floor until I was standing on hay. Her hands pressed on my shoulders and I knelt. The hands left me and I heard some movement in front of me, I couldn't really tell what. Then my face was pressed into someone's smooth belly and hands reached behind my head to undo the blindfold and unbuckle the bit from my mouth. She stepped back and I could see it was indeed Mrs. Landry, though now she was naked.

She must have discarded her pants a second ago when she'd left me alone. Her muff was right in front of me: covered in dark, tight curls, trimmed neatly in a patch above her vulva, but shaved bare on her labia. Being this close I could smell her too. She smelled of lust and leather, sweat and heat.

I glanced quickly to my right side where Lucy was, like me, on her knees, her hands bound behind her back. Ms. Nail stood before her, also naked. "As you see, my lovely whores, unlike Lucy Goosey here, my carpet matches my drapes." Lucy's eyes were big and locked on Caroline's sex in front of her. Like the hair on her head, Ms. Nail's pubic hair was copper, bright against her pale skin. Unlike the wild mane on her head, this was trimmed, but it clearly covered her lips as well as her pubic mound. She ran her fingers across herself. "What do you think, Lucy Goosey? How do you like my cunt?"

"It's...it's...I don't...."

"Cat's got the skank's tongue," Erica said. "But that's okay, the pussy will get it in a minute." Caroline snorted. "What about you Pammy? How do you like my cunt?"

"It's beautiful," I said.

"See Lucy Goosey, that's how you talk to a lady," Caroline said, "You tell her she's beautiful. Now," she grabbed Lucy's chin and rubbed Lucy's nose against her sex, "try again Lucy girl. How do you like my cunt?"

"It's...it's...beautiful, ma'am," Lucy stuttered.

"That's a girl," Caroline said and patted Lucy's cheek. "Good enough to eat, do you think?"

"I...I don't know, ma'am," Lucy said in little more than a whisper.

"Well, I do," Caroline said. She grabbed Lucy's hair and slowly lowered herself to a seat on a hay bale behind her. She spread her legs and held Lucy's head between her thighs inches from her sex.

"I don't think I need to force you, do I, Pammy?" Erica Landry asked me. She plopped down on a bale next to her friend, opening her own thighs to me. "Come, look at me, Pammy, you slut. Get a good whiff of me. I'm hot and I'm horny, just like you are."

It wasn't comfortable to bend down between her legs with my hands tied behind me, but I did. I leaned forward and moved closer to her pussy. Her scent, clear to me before, was overwhelming now. The notes of leather were strong, from her riding no doubt, but stronger still was the scent of animal musk and the salty stale smell of sweat. Her pussy was wide open, showing hot pink inner flesh, sopping wet with her juices, surrounded by chocolate lips and thighs, topped by her curly short hairs. I was intoxicated, entranced. I wanted her. I could barely restrain myself.

"May I...can I...?" I trembled. "May I lick you, Mrs. Landry?" I managed to say.

"You damn well better, bitch," the dark skinned woman said to me, leaning backwards. I dove in greedily.

Off to my side, I heard Ms. Nail say angrily, "See, Lucy Goosey? See how easy it is? Get to it?"

"No," Lucy sobbed as I enjoyed Erica's luscious cunt. "Please don't ma...." Lucy's sentence was cut off in the middle, her voice no doubt muffled into Caroline's own cunt.

Erica's taste was intense: bitter and sweet at the same time, strongly mixed flavors of something like rosemary and the leather she'd been wearing before. Musky with a taste almost like a well aged tequila. Her lips and her clit were small, but oh so responsive to my tongue. I let my tongue's tip wander around her complicated folds and was rewarded with Erica's squirms and moans. When I flicked her clit, fluttering my tongue like a hummingbird's wings, she shuddered and cried out softly.

While Erica was mostly quiet, Mrs. Landry, next to her was vocal in her commands to Lucy. "That's it, Lucy Goose, lick me, right there. Yeah, I knew you'd be a pussy licking slut. Fuck. Oh yeah, that's good. Lezzy whore. You know you love it. Why'd you fight it, bitch? You probably wanted to for years. Didn't you, slut? Didn't you? Oh yeah. Right there. Right there. Now, stick your tongue in me. Stick it deep. Fuck me with your tongue you dyke. Fuck me you whore."

Feeling like I'd been rewarded with a small orgasm from Erica, I sought something stronger. Taking my clue from Caroline's commands, I pushed my face hard against Erica's cunt and forced my tongue deep inside of her. My nose pressed against her clit. Her taste was all to me right then. Her taste and the feel of her slippery folds on my cheeks and the heat of her cunt on my tongue. I began to piston my tongue in and out of her, fucking her as best as I can, rubbing my nose at the same time against the nub of her clit.

"Oh, God, bitch," Erica finally called out. "Fuck!" Suddenly her sex was flooded with so much liquid that I thought for a moment that she was peeing on me. Then I realized she was "squirting." I had read about that in Cosmo or something. Erica's sex squeezed hard on my tongue and her thighs quivered on my shoulders. I back up a little to let her juices flood onto my face. Erica was making some grunting noises now. Nothing comprehensible but clearly pleasurable. I let my tongue slide from inside of her hand began to slowly, sensuously lave her outsides.

"Yes, bitch, my clit. Yes," Caroline was instructing Lucy. "That's it. Suck it. Suck my clit. Suck it between your lips bitch. Yeah, like that. Like that. Suck my juicy clit and show me how much you love it. Show me, fuck yeah, show me how much you love my cunt. Show me, oh yes, show me what a sluty dyke you are. Show me. Oh fuck. Oh Lucy. Oh yeah. Yeaaaah."

I glanced upwards at that moment and I saw Caroline's hand in Erica's, both arms tight against each other, fingers intertwined and holding tight. From the corner of my eye I could see Caroline's face squeezed tight as she came.

"Keep licking," Caroline commanded when she could talk again. But Erica pushed me away. I fell back on my knees, looking over at Caroline and Lucy, the latter's blonde hair in a total mess, plastered with sweat against her head as she bent to her task, no sign of distaste in her posture anymore. She seemed to be enjoying herself. Certainly, she no longer needed Caroline's hand in her hair to hold her in place.

Erica stood, then turned her back to me, and knelt between me and the hay bale, then leaned forward, laying across it. The position totally revealed her to me, both her pussy and her anus open to my gaze.

I knew what she wanted. I had submitted my will enough that I would do as she wanted without her even saying it. I leaned forward again and extended my tongue and began to lick her asshole.

The taste was strong, though not as unpleasant as I thought it would be. The skin was smoother than I expected and I quickly overcame my initial abhorrence. I began to lick with enjoyment. And Erica was definitely enjoying it too.

While she'd been fairly quiet while I ministered to her cunt, she wave very vocal now. "Good slut. Good. Lick my ass, bitch. You know you love it. Ain't no ass like black ass. Ain't that right, cunt? No don't talk. Lick, bitch. Lick my ass."

Caroline was saying something too, continuing to talk Lucy through her paces. But I don't really know what she said. I was concentrating on Erica. But now she was almost yelling. Her hand slipped down underneath her and I felt more than saw her fingers beginning to diddle herself. "That's right, bitch. Lick my black ass. Lick it bitch. No, fuck my ass. Fuck my black ass with your tongue, white bitch. Yeah, like that." Her asshole was so tight against my tongue, but I loved the way it felt. Or rather I loved the way it seemed to make her feel. I wanted to please her oh so badly. Wanted to give her everything she wanted.

"Fuck, don't stop. Oh fuck," she continued. Then, with my tongue pushed as far into her as I thought I could, she screamed in pleasure and her body shook uncontrollably. I was forced from her by her body quake and just sat back on my heels to watch this magnificent woman have a magnificent come.

I didn't even notice it, but Lucy must have achieve something similar with Caroline. The red head was lying back, muscles slack, against the wall behind her hay bale, her legs still spread, with a contented smile on her face and her eyes closed, breathing quickly and shallowly. She languidly pushed Lucy away and Lucy sank back like me onto her haunches.

We looked at each other. I have no idea what I looked like, but Lucy was enormously sexy with her hair totally messed up and her face relaxed, triumphant, and slick with the juices from Caroline's cunt.

After a second, I leaned hesitantly toward her, as awkward as that was with my hands bound. But she leaned in hesitantly too, and in a second we were tilted against each other kissing passionately, our tongues meeting inside our open mouths. I knew I could taste Caroline on her and was sure she could taste Erica on me. It was wonderful.

I'm not sure how long we kissed, we stopped when we heard Erica say, "She sure seems to like it now, Caro. Why'd she fight it so much before?"

"How should I know, Eri. Shall we let them come now?"

"They did good, I think they're in for a reward."

They continued their banter as they both got up and stretched, then came around behind us and unbound our hands. Erica had me stand and lay on my back across the two hay bales that she and Caroline were recently sitting on. The rough hay on my recently beaten backside sent shivers through my body again. Erica raised my knees and spread my legs apart. Then Caroline instructed Lucy on top of me, her head toward my feet. We were soon positioned into a classic sixty-nine position.

I was immediately reminded about just how much Lucy and I each needed a bath; how dirty and sweaty and smelly we both were. But neither of us really cared. As soon as we were each face-to-cunt, we both leaned forward to greedily enjoy the other's cunt. I had thought Erica's taste strong, but it was nothing to compare to Lucy. I'm not sure I could say that Lucy tasted good (Not right then anyway, I learned otherwise another time), but I didn't really worry about it. I was horny, I wanted to please this woman who had gone through so much with me and, oh fuck, she was licking me and that felt wonderful.

I'd never managed a sixty-nine with a man that was worth the time to get into position. With Lucy, on the other hand, it was wonderful. There was a feedback loop that was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. When I tried something different with my mouth, I soon felt the same on my own sex. And when Lucy became experimental and ventured into new territory with her lips or tongue, I found myself emulating her, letting her feel what she was doing to me.

Our hand were on each other's thighs, holding onto each other. Our tongues and lips wandered from cunt lips to clitoris to pushing deep into slippery wet cunts. We brought each other off and just kept on going. We never even noticed that Mrs. Landry and Ms. Nail had stopped talking and moved away from us for a few minutes.

They made us aware of them again rather abruptly. Without warning, as I was licking upwards against Lucy's pussy, my head was pushed downward and I watched Caroline push a thick, strapped-on, dildo into Lucy. At the same time, Lucy's tongue was removed from my cunt and I was filled with something large. Without much pause, Erica -- it had to be Mrs. Landry -- was fucking me and I watched from an unusual angle as Caroline fucked Lucy.

Damn it, but it felt good. Fucking wonderful actually. I tried at one point to reach up with my head and lick Lucy while she was being fucked, but it didn't work. She was moving around too much and Caroline kept hitting me in the top of my head. So, I just let my head lean back and enjoyed what Erica was doing to me and the view of what Caroline was doing to Lucy.

They fucked us through a number of orgasms. Caroline even managed to get Lucy to squirt, the copious liquid falling on to my face and shocking me before it triggered another come on my part. By the time they'd decided they'd finished, I had been fucked more than I'd ever been fucked in my life. Certainly Bob had never managed to go that long.
When they pulled out, Caroline looked down on us and said, "There's a shower in the back of the barn and plenty of soap. Clean up and then follow the sign." With that they disappeared from view, leaving Lucy lying on top of me and our faces still perched between the other's thighs.

"Oh my god," Lucy said after a second. "That was unbe-fucking-lievable." She slowly levered herself off me and off the hay bale.

"I know. I know," I struggled up to a sitting position. Then my hand snaked out and I grabbed Lucy's wrist. "Come here, babe," I whispered, pulling her gently.

She didn't resist and we came together in a passionate kiss. I'm not sure how long it lasted. But when we separated I said, "I've never really met you before today, but I feel like what we went through together just did something to us. Am I crazy?"

"No, I know what you mean. Like we're sisters or something."

I laughed, "I got a spanking once, with my sister, but ain't never done with her what I did with you."

She laughed too. "No, me either. But wow, I don't know. I haven't done anything like that with anyone. And how it felt to be up against you as we both got whipped. I don't think I would have survived it without you. Thank you." She kissed me again, shorter this time, but just as meaningful.

"We should wash," I said. "It didn't sound like we were done yet."

She stood up and grabbed my hand to pull me up too. "No it didn't. I hope we get to do whatever it is together."

"Oh, god, yes," I said. We held hands as we walked to the back of the barn where there was indeed a shower stall surrounded with cobalt blue tile separated by a shoulder-high wall also covered with the blue. There were three shower heads and plenty of room. We took turns washing each others bodies and hair and I very much enjoyed the gentle nature of the caresses I both gave and received. I was fascinated by her breasts as I washed them. I realized that while I'd eaten a few pussies over the past week, I hadn't spent much time with anyone's breasts.

"Lucy," I said as my soapy hands moved around her body. "How would you feel about maybe getting together sometime. Maybe for another shower if nothing else. I like this."

"Mmmm," she said, "me too. More than just a shower though," she kissed me.

I flicked her nipples gently with my thumbs, "Okay! More." We laughed.

It felt wonderful to finally be clean. There was a pile of fluffy white towels outside the shower area and we dried off and wrapped ourselves up, sarong style. Another pair of towels went around our hair. We had discussed whether we should be still naked but since we didn't have any directions, we figured we might as well act like normal. Though this "normal" wasn't like the old "normal."

There was a sheet of paper tacked up next to the towels. It said that we should go out the back of the barn and along the path marked "H.T." and report in when we were clean.

The path led around behind the back of the farm house where we found our therapists sitting together in a hot tub. "Lucy! Pam!" Caroline said, waving at us and smiling. "Come in and join us."

Lucy and I looked at each other and the expressions on the other women's faces and shrugged. We were exactly going to argue though, we'd been literally beaten into submission. We unwrapped our towels from around us and climbed into the tub. There was room for more than the four of us. Caroline and Erica were sitting close to each other on one side of the tub. Lucy and I sat on the other, hip to hip under the water.

"You guys were fabulous," Erica said, beaming. "How are you feeling?"

"Um, confused, Mrs. Landry," I said.

"Not Mrs. Landry now," she waved her hand. "Erica's fine. Therapy's over."

"She's right," Caroline said, "Therapy's over and you guys did great. Lucy, your tongue was marvelous. Are you still so set against going down on me?"

"No," Lucy said shyly. "I liked it. You were right. I always wanted to. Do you want me to do you again? Now?"

Caroline laughed. "No, but I will take a rain check. We're all pretty wiped out. I love doing therapy, but I can't keep up the pretense for too long. I like it when we can all finish up like this."

And so we spent another hour in the hot tub, soaking and relaxing and recovering from what just happened and not incidentally going over it again and discussing it. I realized later that was their sly way of just a little more psyching us out. It wasn't like what had happened at any of my other therapy sessions, but I guess Caroline and Erica were different. They both lived at the farm, more or less as a couple. The horses were Caroline's passion though. Erica, surprise, surprise, was a psychologist, one of the first ones brought into the program by Jennifer and her partner.

Eventually it was time to leave and Lucy and I got dressed in the clothes we'd brought. Leaving Caroline We exchanged phone numbers and emails and promises to call in the parking lot before we eased ourselves into our cars and drove back to our homes.

I got home a half hour before Alison came home from school. Plenty of time to slip into a nightgown and crawl into bed, pretending I'd been there the whole time.

different   kind   therapy  

May 11, 2018 in bdsm

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