GRIP THERAPY 
By Kandor 
Dave discovers bliss in the grip of a woman's thighs 

Dave awoke to the pungent aroma of his wife's dripping bush, aware of pressure 
on his face. He resumed full consciousness and opened his eyes to focus on 
Linda as she perched firmly on his head. She glared down at him and ground her 
moist pussy into his punished mouth. 

"How dare you," she growled, grabbing a handful of Dave's hair, steering his 
face deep into her mauling crotch. "How dare you pass out before I was done!" 

Dave struggled to answer that he had no choice but to pass out in his wife's 
strangling scissor grip. Linda's legs were honed to thick steel from years of 
aerobic workouts and equal amounts of sexual domination. She'd capture her 
husband's head in the velvety clamp of her muscled limbs and crush him to 
subservience, and more often than not, unconsciousness. It was the way she 
was. She was strong willed; he always loved her for that. But as time went on, 
she wanted things her way all the time, and when Dave failed to heed her call, 
she'd bring her dominating, leggy ways into play. 

Like today. Dave came home a little late, and Linda was angry, just something 
else to give the dark-haired, rugged-limbed woman an excuse to tear into him, 
verbally at first and then physically, reducing him to an emasculated heap 
that barely had enough strength left to do her sexual bidding. Linda smiled 
evilly as she hiked up her tight black exercise shorts, her five-foot-three, 
rock-solid 130-pound frame filling every opening in her outfit to a muscularly 
magnificent degree. The legs stood out most; tree-trunk thighs exploding from 
the tight leg holes of her shorts, jagged, peaked calf muscles tapering into 
short black socks and sneakers. 

The night was pretty much a blur to Dave. It always was. He remembered being 
pulled between Linda's thighs and the suffocating squeeze of those massive 
limbs closing around his face. He vainly pulled at her columnar calves as they 
lay locked on his chest, his fingers trembling in the effort. Later, Linda had 
glued her legs around his sides and squeezed as she applied a full nelson, 
threatening to snap his neck with her powerful arms and splinter his ribs in 
her tightening thighs, before releasing him to strip off her shorts and squat 
on his face, her football-hard asscheeks blinding him as she ground her sweaty 
sex into his mouth. Then a scissors to the neck with her calves when he didn't 
respond to her needs fast enough, and he was out. And now he was awake again, 
tasting his wife's fury as her cunt steamed onto his face. "Don't pass out 
again until you make me come!" she snapped. 

He snaked his tongue out from between his bruised lips and slithered it into 
Linda's dripping pussy, finding her tender spot and doing rapid laps around 
it. She hissed and face-sat him harder, mashing her entire crotch onto his 
head until he couldn't see anything but her jet-black bush. She pulled at his 
hair with one hand and spread her cunt lips with the other, allowing him 
easier access to her engorged clit, which Dave's tongue dribbled like a tiny, 
fleshy basketball. In a clamp of muscled thigh and a downward snap of snatch, 
Linda came with a squeal and bathed her husband's trapped face with her 
juices. 

She then rolled Dave lay atop her and slap-locked her legs around his ribs to 
allow her to control the tempo of their fucking. When she was through, she let 
him come and then lie in their dampness as she rolled over and slept. 

****************** 

Dave's thigh-bruised jaw ached as he smiled at the group of men who shifted 
uncomfortably in their seats while he related last night's tale of domination 
and abuse. He had come to this gathering of fellow battered husbands a year 
ago to share his agony and perhaps find solace and solution in their combined 
misery. He didn't find much of either, but did get some small satisfaction 
from the looks on their faces when he told them about his wife's abusive ways. 
The others had more mundane problems; mere verbal abuse, the occasional punch 
in the mouth or kick in the balls, and there was even one pathetic cliche in 
the guy whose wife whacked him with a frying pan when she got pissed. 

They listened in open-mouth fascination as Dave spoke, and this amazed and 
delighted him. At least here, he could speak and be listened to. At home, it 
was speak and be squeezed. Even the doctor, a bald, bespectacled holder of 
several degrees, was at a loss to effectively respond to Dave's woes. He would 
just listen, shake his head and ask the others if they had any advice for 
Dave. None ever did. As the group broke up that night and Dave headed for 
home, Dr. Whitman stopped him. "Uh, Dave, I...we just don't, uh, seem to be 
helping you, so..." he said nervously, his voice trailing off. Dave picked it 
up. "I don't know if you can help me, I don't know if anyone can," Dave said 
weakly. "I love Linda. I hate Linda. I could just leave, I suppose, but she 
warned me she'd kill me if I did. Believe me, doc, she can do it." Dr. Whitman 
coughed into his hand that a second later produced a business card from his 
pocket. Dave took it with his fingertips and read aloud: "'Dr. J. Bliss - 
Marriage Adjuster'. Who's this guy?" The doctor turned to walk away, speaking 
softly. 

"A specialist...handles, uh, unusual cases like yours," he said. "This is out 
of my hands. Dr. Bliss is most likely to, um, help in a situation like this." 
"You recommend him?" Dave asked, as the shrink slid quickly out of the door, 
hunching his raincoat up his shoulders. "Call the number, Dave," was all he 
said and walked out. 

************************** 

Dave flipped through the expected assortment of old magazines as he sat in Dr. 
Bliss's waiting room. He'd called the day after Dr. Whitman bailed out on him 
and got an appointment that week. He felt desperate and didn't think this 
newest shrink would help, but he would try. He always did. Standing as the 
secretary signaled for him, he headed for the thick mahogany door bearing his 
last chance's name. "Good afternoon, Dave," Dr. Bliss said smiling, extending 
a hand. 

Dave's mouth fell as his fingers held the smoothest hand he'd ever shook. He 
stood up straight, all six feet of him, and was staring straight into the 
crystal-blue eyes of the sexiest blonde 'marriage adjuster' he'd ever seen. 
"You're a woman," Dave said, grimacing at his ignorance. "Uh, what I mean 
is..." Dr. Bliss smiled and sat down behind her dark-timbered desk. "Don't 
apologize. Most men have that reaction. They think they're meeting a guy and 
then..." 

"They meet one of the most beautiful headshrinkers I've ever seen," Dave 
blurted out as he sat, going red in the face. "Oh, shit, I'm sorry, I..." 

Dr. Bliss smiled more broadly. "You're being honest, and honesty is everything 
in a patient-client relationship, just as in a marriage. Now, care to tell me 
about yours?" Dave took a deep breath and began, telling her everything he'd 
told Dr. Whitman, and then some. He instinctively trusted her, even without 
knowing her, and it all came out of him, each painful recollection. Finally he 
sighed, stopped and looked up at her. She wore a genuine look of concern, her 
brow furrowed below her silky blonde hair. 

"Yes, that pretty much confirms what Dr. Whitman told me," she said, gently 
touching the open folder on the desk. "You know, I've seen many cases like 
yours before. It's sort of a specialty of mine." 

She stood and walked to the window, the bright sunlight piercing her white 
dress and outlining the long, lean body that lay beneath it. Dave stared at 
her muscular legs. As she talked, she rocked back and forth, the thick, 
marble-smooth muscles in her long calves rolling deliciously above her white 
pumps. Dave broke a sweat, the way he did when Linda was bearing down on him, 
but not out of fear this time. He could barely hear what she was saying. He 
looked away. 

".....and as I said, there are ways to do what Linda does, but sensuously, 
playfully...call it foreplay," he heard her say. "Of course, Linda has a lot 
of anger and it comes out inappropriately. All abuse is wrong and is 
particularly dangerous in this case, given the strength of a woman's legs. But 
if Linda is, well, taught to use that unique power of hers in a more mutually-
satisfying manner, things could be quite nice for you both." 

Dave was flabbergasted as he realized she'd hit the nail on the head. As 
painful as Linda's dominating ways were, it touched the core of his sexual 
being. Whenever she wrestled him into submission, his prick never failed him. 
It rose to Linda's occasion on demand and it wasn't until Dr. Bliss explained 
it that he knew deep down, he liked being the sexual victim. He just had to 
get his wife to use it in a less angry manner. "May I show you what I mean?" 
Dr. Bliss asked, suddenly standing before Dave, who was staring at the floor 
in revelation. He looked up at those white, sturdy legs. 

"Uh, sure, I guess so," he said meekly, following her to the office couch. He 
sat down, hands folded between his legs like a schoolboy in the principal's 
office. 

"Oh, don't be so tense," Dr. Bliss laughed, sitting beside him and massaging 
his tight shoulders with strong hands. "Relax." 

He did, for a few moments, even as Dr. Bliss slowly laid back on the couch, 
taking Dave with her. His eyes were closed when he felt the familiar rub of 
rugged thighs on his cheeks. He opened them up and saw Dr. Bliss's long, 
creamy legs gently close around the sides of his head. She didn't squeeze at 
first, as Linda would have, but just held him there and let his hands roam the 
sinfully soft and taut length of those gorgeous legs as her white pumps 
crossed before him, the rocky calves resting on his belly. His neck felt the 
heat from her pussy. As she slowly tensed her scissoring thighs, they both 
moaned with pleasure. "You see, Dave?" Dr. Bliss said, stroking his forehead 
with her crimson fingernails. "There's no anger, just gentle loving. I'm 
starting to squeeze you harder, but you don't mind, do you? It feels nice 
between my legs, doesn't it?" 

Dave was delirious with pleasure. He didn't know how good it felt until the 
doctor's shoes brushed the bulge in his pants and he groaned loudly. She 
laughed. 

"Go with it, David, just go with it," Dr. Bliss hissed seductively, rubbing 
her locked feet on his throbbing cock. "You're trapped and there's no where 
you'd rather be than scissored in my thighs right now. Go with it." 

He was spellbound; the rhythmic trembling of Dr. Bliss's massive thighs on the 
sides of his head was hypnotic. He had been headscissored maybe thousands of 
times in his married life, but it never felt this sweet. If this was sexual 
capture, he'd give himself up to the enemy every time. 

"Dave, do you know you're giving me pleasure as I give it to you?" Dr. Bliss 
sighed. He then noticed the gentle throbbing of her thighs was forcing the 
back of his head to rub her hot pussy through her panties. As she squeezed, he 
felt her wetness coming through. 

Dr. Bliss groaned and loosened her thighs a bit; Dave realized how hard she 
was really squeezing him by the way the feeling came back into his neck, ears 
and jaw. Holding his head, she turned him over and relocked her dedicated 
thighs along his sweating face, jamming his nose and mouth into the heat of 
her pantied crotch. She let out a brief cry and Dave saw her beautiful head 
tilt back as her thighs grew tight again and her hands laced around on the 
back of his head, forcing his face further into her. "Now, Dave, you don't 
mind giving me more pleasure, do you?" Dr. Bliss asked, reaching down to pull 
aside her panties until the curly blonde hairs tickled his nose. "Make love to 
me with your mouth, Dave, while I make love to your head with my thighs!" 

She made it all seem so natural, so beautiful, so painless. Dr. Bliss's 
bulging thighs rippled as they deliciously crushed the head scissored between 
them. Dave sliced his tongue deep into the folds of her burning pussy and 
slapped it up and down, a maneuver that always satisfied Linda but which now 
seemed vulgar to him. He changed to a gentle probing of her most sensitive 
spot with just the tip of his tongue and Dr. Bliss responded with a moan, an 
arch of her back and a tightening of her liquid-muscle thighs. Dave's hands 
snuck under her ass as she lifted up and felt fleshy stone when the juicy 
buttocks descended onto them. He slipped his thumbs into the crack and began 
to massage her wet asshole, slipping one in her milking butthole as he 
continued his slavish licking of her boiling pussy. 

"Oh, yes, Dave, don't stop, don't stop," Dr. Bliss groaned, clamping his head 
tighter in her gripping thighs. She came with a squeal and a sudden snap of 
her hips as her thighs squeezed him harder still. Dave didn't care, it was the 
best he'd ever been scissored and he repaid Dr. Bliss by deeply drilling her 
sweet pussy with his tongue to devour every juicy drop of her orgasmic 
offerings. She smiled down at him and unlocked her legs. Sitting at the edge 
of the couch, she had him kneel between her spread legs, kissing him deeply as 
she unsnapped his pants. 

"Very well done, David," she said, sliding his pants down to his knees and 
stroking his throbbing cock against one creamy thigh. "Your turn now." 

Sliding her long tongue in his mouth, she snaked her long legs around his 
waist, locked up and reeled him in. With a single thrust he was up to the nuts 
in his therapist's seizing snatch, the velvet-lined walls of her pussy taking 
him to heights he'd never even imagined existed. 

"Do you like it, Dave, do you like making love to me while I squeeze you 
tight?" she hissed, biting his ear. "Do you like my thighs scissoring your 
ribs like they scissored your head? Do you like my grip therapy David?" 

"Oh, shit, yes, Dr. Bliss, yesssss," Dave moaned, as his balls slapped into 
her ass. "Sweet Jesus, you're gonna squeeze the come out of me!" 

"That's my job, David," Dr. Bliss said, evilly squeezing him a bit harder to 
coax him along. "Give it to me!!" 

Dave felt it build from the balls of his feet. His whole being melted into the 
molten center of the universe that was bolting up his cock and searing a semen 
trail deep into the anxious, rippling belly of his magnificent therapist. Dr. 
Bliss howled in pleasure and threw her arms around his neck, holding him tight 
as her tireless legs crushed his sides. He hammered away at her again and 
again, fearing and hoping his seemingly endless orgasm would never end. 

When it finally did, he tried to slump to the floor, but Dr. Bliss's gripping 
legs held him to her, gently squeezing him, daring him to another hardon. He 
smiled and asked to be freed. She obliged, and his wet cock slid from her 
pussy as he flopped to his back. She followed, sitting playfully on his belly, 
applying a slight squeeze with her straddling legs. 

"My God, Dr. Bliss, that was..." Dave began, but he could speak no more. 

She smiled and bent to kiss him. "I know what you're thinking, Dave, and it 
can be like this with Linda. Leave everything to me. Tomorrow, I'll visit your 
wife and we'll, uh, talk things over. I have remarkable success with women 
like Linda. Everything will be fine, Dave. Just trust me." 

He did. He thought about calling his wife from work the next day to tell her 
of the doctor's impending visit, but he didn't really feel the need. He knew 
Dr. Bliss wouldn't fail him. And if she did and he went home to an angrier-
than-usual wife, well, he'd been at the end of his rope before. It wouldn't be 
unfamiliar turf. He turned the doorknob with a trembling hand. He walked into 
the living room and there was Linda, in her exercise outfit, sweating to an 
aerobics tape. She saw him, smiled and clicked it off. Dave apologized for 
being late and braced himself. 

She walked to him and gave him a hug, a real one. Then she jumped up and laced 
her lethal legs on his sides, gently squeezing him and nervously laughing. She 
kissed him with passion and he swore he smelled and tasted Dr. Bliss on her 
lips and tongue. His hardon swelled into her belly. 

"Did, uh, someone visit you today, Linda?" Dave asked apprehensively. 

"Shhhh," Linda hushed gently, kissing him again. "Don't talk. Let's just do." 

And they did, in ways they hadn't done for years. Two hours later, Dave was as 
sexually drained as he'd ever been, the whole time spent between Linda's 
thick, muscular but not-as-angry legs. It was a dream, but he knew he was 
awake. 

As they lay in each other's arms, Linda said "You know, we should go see Dr. 
Bliss once a week. She said only every couple of months, but...well, I sort of 
like her. She's a very effective therapist. "So," Linda said with a laugh, 
suddenly rolling Dave over between her tireless legs and locking him up tight 
again, "is there a problem with seeing her that often?" 

Not at all, Dave thought as he kissed his gorgeous wife, feeling new life flow 
into his dick. No problem at all.