THE BLACK DOMINATRIX-25 By Hamlet THE TREATMENT OF AN ALCOHOLIC So Monday had come at last and it was time for my second appointment with Christopher the alcoholic.I was feeling so worked up after giving that beating to the Editor.I was just desperate to do some more beating.Once I start I just can't stop! I had the Professor in the car next to me with the dog collar round his neck.The pity was that I had not actually given him another beating.Still there was Wednesday to look forward to when he would get his first Corrective Therapy Session. I dropped him off at his house.God how I wanted to give him a thrashing! 'Right Professor just get ready for me on Wednesday and make sure you give me a full Diary of all your misdemeanours-don't forget anything at all! I really should have beaten you just them over the table-you got off lightly.Don't worry -on Wednesday you're going to feel the full sting of my leather crop.What's more I'm going to do it right in your living room and in front of your mother if necessary.So just get out of my sight and be ready for me when I come!' With that I pushed him with full force and he landed hard against the door almost breaking his head in the process. 'I'll do anything you say Madame Lisa!' he cried out lying in a heap in front of his house.He knew what was coming to him! I then drove towards the house of Christopher the alcoholic who was my first patient.As I drove there I realised that there were 2 types of Patient-there were those like Christopher whom I felt some affection for and whom I actually wanted to help even if id did mean beating them.Yet there were others like that Professor and Julie, whom I was going to see tomorrow, whom I just wanted to beat mercilessly.I had nothing but contempt for them.I did not mind if I maimed them for life.At the far extreme there were cases like Frank whom I effectively wanted to beat until they were dead.For them the only effective Therapy was death! For those of you who haven't yet read Episode 3 as I told you to do(I loathe disobedience more than anything) Christopher is a weedy little alcoholic whose whole life has been wrecked by drink.He suffered injury after injury as a result of drink.He eventually lost his job as a result of drink.Nothing could help him recover from the abyss he had fallen -he was sinking lower and lower drinking himself almost to death. He tried all sorts of treatment including AA and Rehab but nothing worked.Given my opinions on AA voiced in the last episode I'm not surprised AA did not work-sitting around in a room with a bunch of alcoholics is bound to make you worse!As for Rehab, as far as I can see it is based purely on relieving people of their money.The person stops drinking while he is in the clinic even worse than ever!There is one treatment and only one cure for alcoholism and that is Corrective Therapy as practised by me the Black Dominatrix! When I saw Christopher in the last session I had started by giving him a good wanking.I did this mainly to test for Brewer's Droop-a condition many alcoholics suffer from by which they cannot have an erection as the penis goes completely limp as a result of excessive alcohol.I was determined to cure this affliction so that whenever I wanked him he would become hard for me at once! I had also given him a 'mild thrashing 'which involved 3 hard strokes on each hand.I wanted him to be really scared of me and to associate drink with pain and agony.I thoroughly enjoyed it even though he was crying with pain throughout.Finally I made him keep a diary of every time he even thought of drinking-the point was that he was not allowed even to think about or crave for a drink! As I knocked on the door I was getting very excited at the prospect of administering another beating-beating the Editor was just not enough. I walked straight in when he answered the door strutting past him.I looked so wonderful and strong in my towering leather magnificence besides Christopher who was really just a balding wimp. 'Hello Christopher' I said holding his face in my huge leather gloved hands.'I hope you've been a good boy and haven't touched a single drop of alcohol since I last saw you.' 'Nnnoo honestly Madame Lisa i haven't touched a drop.I've really suffered as I've been having terrible DTs and shaking all week.' 'Well Christopher that's quite normal reaction to withdrawal from alcohol but it's better than the harm alcohol does and more important its less painful than the beating I would have given you if you'd had a drink!' I then used my technique to tell whether a Patient is lying using my brilliant Therapeutic skills.I pushed him hard against the wall and held him in a vice with my leather bound hands.I then grabbed his cock and wanked him hard.There was something about the look of a liar that came across to me when they were held in this grip.Even though sweat was pouring down his face I knew he was telling the truth.Spunk then came pouring down my gloves in a torrent. 'You have been a good boy' I said releasing him from the vice like grip' I can tell you haven't touched a drink -if you had I would have taken your trousers down now and thrashed you so hard you wouldn't be able to stand up .Also The Brewer's Droop is much better-your prick became hard almost at once with my touch. Now I want to have a look at that diary .I told you to keep to see how many times you have craved for a drink.But first of all I want to check you flat to make sure you've kept it spotlessly tidy- after all you've had nothing else to do all week! I made him stand to attention while i examined every room and corner of his flat -there was no doubt that it was a vast improvement but it was not up to my high standards .This was the trouble with alcoholics- they let themselves go and live in squalour so I had to insist that he maintained himself and his flat in complete order.As I looked around the flat I noticed dust in the corners, some plates were still in the sink and the rubbish had not been emptied. He was standing downstairs with a look of complete terror all over his face. 'Right Christopher I have done a thorough inspection You have tried hard but this flat is not up to my high standards- there is dust in the corners, plates in the sink and the dustbins have not been emptied As an alcoholic who wants to stop drinking you must concentrate on hygiene! I walked close to him .Then without warning my hand crashed against his face SLAAAAAAPPP! AAAAAAAGGGGGGHHH1 Then came the backhander even harder SLAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPP! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH! Blood started to shoot out of his nose and he went flying across the room. I stood over him 'Come on now Christopher one more to go'.He stood up terrified out off his wits PPPLEEEASSE ' he cried out -it made no difference. SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH! It was almost like being hit by a steel cricket bat. He flew again across the room blood spurting out and he hit the wall hard. Blood now came out of his head.He was unconscious and lay in a heap on the floor. I decided to show him mercy.I picked him up in my arms and took him to the bathroom.I washed his face and cleaned his nostrils out .I put powder all over his face and kissed his cheek .I then carried him back to the sofa. 'Right Christopher I know that hurt like Hell -you must understand that when I say your flat has to be spotless I mean it.You see alcoholics are normally filthy people -that's why I want you to concentrate on personal and domestic hygiene.I will make a thorough personal inspection of you next week-I will concentrate on your teeth which look pretty filthy to me.You'd better clean them properly if it means spending hours every day.If I find one dirty tooth, I'll pull it out! Now you will tell me how you have been feeling all week.' Christopher described how he had suffered the most terrible withdrawal symptoms all week.He had been suffering horribly from DTs and had actually been seeing terrifying visions all night.The only way to kill the craving was to eat all the time.He had entered his diary with every time he had thought about drinking.It seemed as if he was thinking about drink every hour! 'Well you are a serious alcoholic aren't you? Normally I would be beating you until you were a cripple, but as I actually do like you I will let you off this time with just a relatively mild Spanking.Now strip down and get those trousers off now!You're getting six of the best.You will count each one or you get it again!' He stripped down at once nd went over my leather pants.I held him in a tight grip by his prick.He was now going to get a steel cricket bat across his rump! Suddenly my mighty hand struck. CRAAAACCCKKKKKKK! AAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!OOOONNNNNEEEE! 3 more came in quick succession. CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCKKK! CRAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCKKKK! CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHH! he screamed TWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOO! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! He had forgotten to count the fourth. I laid it down even harder. CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH! FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! With quick succession my hand smashed down again. CRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKK! AAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! He was now almost unconscious with the pain.Also I was wanking him with full force and spunk came down all over the carpet. I tried to find a bit of his rump that was still white.There was a little bit near his ball sac.I brought my hand down on the ball sac itself. CRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX! I let him go-he went rolling all over the floor.His screams were like the screams of Helland could surely be heard all over the neighbourhood.His backside was red and purple all over.He was in a sea of utter agony.Once more I had administered a good hard beating and enjoyed myself! I dragged him up and held him by the throat. 'Christopher you'd better stop thinking about drink or next time it will be the leather crop and hospital for you! YYYESSS MADAME LISA' he screamed. I will see you next Monday I said to him as I got up to go.As I was leaving I heard the loud thud of beat music.I asked him what was the noise.He replied, just about able to speak ,that it was a neighbour who played music throughout the day and most of the night. I was furious.How dare this bastard upset one of my Patients.What was more why wasn't he at work at this time on a Monday! I kissed Christopher once more and then strode out of the door in the direction of the noise! COMMENTS AND IDEAS FOR NEXT EPISODE THE TREATMENT OF A NOISY NEIGHBOUR TO Hamlet56@hotmail.com PLEASE RESPOND!