THE BLACK DOMINATRIX 2




Hello again! Its me Lisa the all powerful and invincible Dominatrix!I would
like to continue from the last episode and tell you how I began work as a
Corrective Therapist or CT for short.

As I told you, I used to work in the hospital as a physiotherapist.In many
ways I enjoyed the job , but was getting fed up with the restrictions as well
as the low pay in the Health Service.Eventually matters came to a head when I
was summoned to the Administrator's office.I could never stand him anyway and
always saw him as a total wimp.He told me that one of my patients who was the
local Member of Perliament had complained about the amount of pain he had
suffered at my hands.He had even written to the Minister of Health about me.

I was absolutely furious when I heard this,I told the administrator that if I
ever saw that MP again I would dislocate his shoulder and make sure he needed
more physiotherapy.I then told him he could stuff his job, that I could earn
more elsewher and that was the last time he would see me.AS I left I threw one
of the plants against the window which smashed the glass,THe wretched
Administrator was left cowering under the desk1

I walked outside in the sunshine feeling so overjoyed! Although I was now
unemployed, soon I would be making more money than ever and would be able to
spend years of my life inflicting as much pain and torture as I liked and
there was nothing anyone could do about it.Noone would dare resist or complain
about a Black Dominatrix !

I walked outside in the sunshine feeling so glad that I was no longer working
at that hospital.I would soon be a full time Corrective Thrapist and would be
able to torture and beat people to my hearts content.I could inflict the most
terrible pain and there was nothing they could do about it.

I realised that I was now unemployed, but I would use this period to develop
my fighting skills.I knew I could not lose a fight, but I wanted to fight
until my opponent was black and blue and almost maimed for life.I practiced
fanatically in the gym every day until my muscles became like steel.I made
nonsense of the claim that somehow women were weaker than men-my musles were
stronger than any man's .What is more I knew as I said before that there were
far more vulnerable parts on a man's body than a woman's and that men have far
less resistance to pain. I developed my fighting skills to such an extent that
I gave self defence classes in which I showed how to beat any opponent at all
no matter what size he was.I learned new fighting skills such as Taekwondo and
became so good that I could beat people who had practiced the sport for years.

I then started to advertise as a Corrective Therapist in various papers and
journals.I realised that much Academic Therapy was hostile to CT as they
believed it was just an excuse to beat up patients.I had therefore to be a
little subtle and not tell the whole truth.I advertised as a Therapist who
dealt with personal and emotional problems.I would be prepared to use a
certain amount of 'Forceful Persuasion to help patients solve their
problems.All patients would have to sign a contract for at least 6 weeks
treatment.It was made clear in the adverisements that patients would have to
submit to me completely for the treatment to be effective.

It took about a week for me to obtain my first reply.i returned home from the
gym one Saturday evening and saw 2 messages on my ansaphone.One of the
messages came from Christopher and the other from Julie.I decided to deal with
Christopher first.I rang him back and introduced myself to him as Lisa the
Threrapist.He sounded very nervous on the phone.He told me that he was a
serious alcoholic and did not know what to do about it .He said he had been
drinking all his life and did not know what to do.His wife had left him.He had
fallen into gutters and been terribly sick with liver complaints.He had tried
everything-AA and treatment centres,but nothing worked mainly because he
enjoyed drinking and in some ways wanted to continue.

I told him I would be happy to see him.I told him that the kind of Therapy I
practiced CT was the only treatment that could cire him.This was because he
had ton overcome the desire to drink and Ct would do that.I told him that CT
was a very serious form of treatment, not like AA where people just sit around
talking.Ialso told him that he would have to sign a Contract that would commit
him to a minimum of 6 weeks treatment.It would cost him £500 minimum.Once he
signed it there was no escape-I would carry on visiting him and he would have
to see me whether he liked it or not.I told him that as today was Saturday I
would see him at 9 am promptly on Monday for a 2 hour session.

The next call was from Julie.She was in a very distraught state,She told me
that she had 2 children and she was constantly getting into trouble for
neglecting them.She said that she was in trouble from Social services because
her house was filthy.She had also been in trouble for going out and leaving
her childen alone in the house and when she returned one of them who was 2
years old had fallen down the stairs.

I was furious with this bitch.I had seen children neglected by their parents
in hospital and it made me mad.I was very abrupt with her on the phone and
told her to be present at her home at 9 AM on Tuesday for a 2 hour Session.I
also told her that she was going to sign an 8 week contract with me for £750.I
then told her to clean up her filthy house by Tuesday or there would be
trouble.I slammed the phone down.

With that my life as a Corrective Therapist had well and truly begun!

TO BE CONTINUED