The Therapist
by Muscle Fan



I've been having trouble at work, in part because of the stress of the job;
meeting deadlines, achieving the desired results, etc., all the usual reasons.
That combined with the fact that I've been taking a few 'supplements', shall
we say to enhance my lifestyle away from my job.

My lifestyle is that of a dominatrix. Shocking, I know, but not just any
dominatrix, in New York City, you have to be unique. You have to stand out,
and stand out I do. I'm an African-American standing six-foot tall with short
black hair and grey eyes. I've honed my body to be both admired and feared.
You don't get to be one of the Big Apples most requested dom's by
pussy-footing around.

I work hard and play hard, so it's no wonder that at a critical point in the
development of a new vitamin supplement, I was pushed to my limit. My daytime
job is that of a research scientist for a pharmaceutical firm. I have a staff
of five under me. I'm sure they think I'm a bitch, and honestly, I am. I think
of the three men and two women as my minions, or more accurately, my slaves.
But one of these underlings had the balls to go to corporate and complain that
I was being inappropriate.

'Inappropriate, what the hell does that mean,' I thought. Anyway, I was
reprimanded and asked to attend an anger management class given by Doctor Tim
Johnson, the company therapist. Doctor Johnson was on retainer with the firm
and it wasn't so much as a class, per se, as a one-on-one with him. 'OK,
whatever,' I thought as I was meeting with the doctor for the first time.

I walked into his office which is two blocks off Park Avenue. "May I help
you," the young girl behind the reception desk inquired. "Yes," I said, "I'm
here to see Doctor Johnson." She looked up at me and I could read the
expression on her face. 'Fear,' I thought, 'Good, this little mouse should be
afraid. I could break her in half.' "And your name?" she said, checking a
planner in front of her. "Tamara Thompson," I said, "Doctor Tamara Thompson,"
and smiled, showing her my bright white teeth.

She smiled back although she looked like she was ready to run from the room. I
thought I would have a little fun, so I put my thumbs and fingers on the
counter in front of her desk and tensed my trapezius muscles. I knew what they
looked like. I have studied them, as well as all of my muscles, at length in
the mirror. I admire my body.

She swallowed hard as my traps bulged, but tore her eyes away long enough to
pick up the phone. Looking back up at me she said, "Doctor, your three o'clock
is here; Doctor Thompson." She listened briefly and then hung up.

"Please, have a seat, Doctor Johnson will be right out," she said. I relaxed
my traps and removed my hands from her counter, turned and took a seat in the
small reception area. I was the only one there.

"Doctor Thompson," Doctor Johnson said, holding the door to his office open,
"thank you for coming." Doctor Johnson was wearing khaki pants, loafers and a
navy Polo shirt. 'Quite the yuppie,' I thought. He is trim with dark brown
hair, standing about five and a half feet tall. I smiled to myself as I walked
by him. "Please, have a seat," he said, indicating a loveseat in front of his
desk. I sat on the loveseat.

"Before we begin, can I have Megan get you anything, coffee, water?" he asked.
Not because I was particularly thirsty, but I said, "Water would be fine."
Doctor Johnson lifted the phone handset and said, "Megan, would you bring a
water in for Tamara, please? Thanks." A minute later the receptionist brought
in a chilled bottle of water and a plastic cup on a tray. She sat it on the
small table to my right.

"Thank you, Megan," Doctor Johnson said. "Yes, thank you, Megan," I said. Her
eyes locked with mine as she stood up and I smiled. "You're welcome," she
said, quietly, giving me a brief smile. 'Beautiful mouth,' I thought as she
walked from the room, 'it will be nice to have her suck my pussy.'

"Please, call me Tim," Doctor Johnson said. I turned back to face him. "Is it
OK if I call you Tamara?" he asked. "I prefer Mistress Tamara," I said, "or
simply mistress." He furrowed his brow and consulted his notes. "I'm a
dominatrix, doctor," I said, "a muscle-dom, to be precise." "Ah," he
stammered, making a notation in his notes. "Is that relevant to why you are
here?" he asked looking up. I thought about that a minute and then said, "I
believe so, it's relevant to how it impacts my life, it's who I am." He made
more notations in his folder.

"Let me ask about this, ah, incident at work," he said, "Can you tell me about
it in your own words?" I smiled and said, "Certainly, I simply asked one of my
subordinates to explain why he used certain ingredients in a formula. He took
offense to my questioning him." "It says here that you threatened him," Tim
said. I smiled and said, "Not at all; he may have been intimidated, he's a
little man." "Uh-huh," Tim said, watching me, "Did you physically assault
him?"

I hesitated and then uncrossed my legs, stretching them in front of me. I wore
a gray suede micro mini skirt with matching ankle boots and a dark green silk
blouse. I ran a hand along my dark quads. Tim's eyes were focused on my legs.
"They're very strong you know," I said, tensing my muscles, "I could crush a
man's ribs with them." He looked up into my eyes. I smiled and added, "Would
you like me to show you how strong they are?" He shook his head and I
chuckled.

"To answer your question, doctor," I said, "I did not assault him, I simply
had him pinned against a counter in the lab. That's all." Doctor Johnson
swallowed, still transfixed by my legs. I flexed my calf muscles. My calves,
like my biceps are nineteen inches.

"I admit," I said, getting to my feet, "I may have made him uneasy. I may have
violated his space by standing too close," as I walked around the desk to
where Doctor Johnson sat, "but I didn't assault the man." I stopped by his
chair and turned him to face me. He looked up and I put my hands on my hips,
my feet spread as far as the suede skirt would allow.

"Feel them doctor," I said, "Feel my legs. Feel how strong they are." He
looked down at the tree trunk size legs in front of him. "Go on, feel them!" I
repeated. Slowly he reached out, first with one hand and then both, running
his smooth hands over my thighs. I chuckled and said, "You have soft hands,
doctor." He glanced up, but only for a minute as I brought my thighs together
trapping his right hand between them.

"See," I said, "they're strong. I could probably crush your hand just by
flexing my muscles, don't you think, Tim?" He was quiet for a minute and I
tensed my muscles. He winced. "Yes, you're very strong, Tamara," he said.
"Mistress Tamara," I reminded him and squeezed a little harder. "Please," he
said, "you're hurting me." I laughed and waited. "Mistress, please," he
finally said and I released his hand.

He massaged his right hand with his left. I put my right foot between his
knees on the seat of his chair. My skirt rode up my thigh and I knew he had an
unobstructed view of my pussy. I made no effort to cover myself. He looked
toward his desk and I said, "What's the matter, doc, don't you like women?" He
glanced up at me. I laughed.

"Feel my calf, doc," I said, "Use both hands." He glanced at my calf, its twin
muscles huge. "Nineteen inches," I told him, "Nineteen inches of pure muscle."
He touched my calf and then stroked it. "Do you like that?" I asked. He was
quiet for a moment and then said barely above a whisper, "Yes."

I noticed a small bulge in his pants. 'How could he not get excited,' I
thought. I touched the bulge with the toe of my boot. "Oh, I can tell you like
what you see, but let's see if I like what I see, open your zipper," I told
him. He stopped rubbing my calf and said, "Please, Tamara, please don't make
me do this." I chuckled and said, "Do it or I'll crush your balls under my
foot," and to emphasis that I applied a little pressure to his crotch.

"OK, OK," he said quickly, "I'll show you." I removed my foot from between his
legs and stood, hands on hips, waiting to see his manhood. He unbuckled his
belt, unbuttoned his pants and then pulled the zipper down. He wore white
brief. I took the elastic waistband with both hands and ripped it apart
exposing his erection.

"Hmm," I said, "Not bad, doc, not bad at all." His penis was perhaps seven
inches. Certainly not the biggest I had had, but not the smallest either.
"Does little Timmy want to come out and play?" I asked and laughed at my own
joke. "You know, seeing your cock is making me hot, doc, why don't you eat my
pussy," and I lifted the hem of my suede skirt. My clit is large and thick.

Doctor Johnson's eyes widened slightly and I smiled. "Come on doc, I need to
have an orgasm before I explode. Suck my 'she-cock'," I told him. I spread my
legs and pulled the good doctor, still in his desk chair, into my crotch.

I reached over and pressed the button for his secretary, Megan. Now on speaker
phone, I said, "Hmm," as he took me into his mouth, "That's it, baby, suck
me."

I noticed that he was fondling his cock as he sucked me. I took his head
between my hands and tilted his face upwards. "Keep your hands off of my cock,
sugar," I scolded him, "that belongs to me now." He let go of his shaft.
'Stupid men,' I thought, 'they always want to pleasure themselves. He needs to
concentrate on pleasuring me.'

"Megan, get in here," I said softly and moments later she opened the office
door and peered into the room. "Come in sweet cheeks," I said, "and shut the
door behind you." She looked from her boss to me and back again, and then did
as I asked.

"Your boss wants to play with himself, so I'm going to let him," I said, "but
I still need to have an orgasm, so I want you to suck my clit and get me off,
do you understand?" She stood rooted just inside the door. "Do you
understand?" I asked again sternly. Megan jumped but then nodded. I chuckled
and said, "Good. Now get over here on your knees and service your mistress."

She walked towards me as if in a trance. Megan was petite, not much taller
than five-foot, with shoulder length blonde hair. I pushed her hair behind her
ears and said, softly, "Get on your knees. I want you to suck my clit and get
me off. Have you ever been with a woman before?" She nodded and said in a
whisper, "Yes, once." "Uh-huh," I said, "Well, you've never been with a woman
like me, now get down there and suck me."

She looked down and then got on her knees. Again I held up the hem of my skirt
and watched as her eyes widened. She briefly looked up at me and I smiled at
her before she took my clit between her lips.

"Hmm," I hummed as she pleasured my labia and clit, sucking and pulling. I
felt myself getting harder. "Tongue me, baby," I said, "I want to feel that
tongue in my pussy." I placed a hand on the back of her head and held her
against me.

I watched Doctor Tim Johnson masturbate as he watched his secretary pleasure
me. It wasn't long until a small geyser of cum shot from his cock, landing on
his pelvis and chair. No sooner had he came than I erupted sending a stream of
my cum down Megan's throat. She gagged at first but swallowed the majority of
my cum. My orgasm subsided and I tightened my vaginal muscles sending the last
few drops into her mouth.

Releasing her head, she looked up at me, a trickle running from the corner of
her mouth down her chin. I laughed and said, "Well done, baby, thank you." I
held out my hands and helped her to her feet. "Thank you, ahh, mistress," she
said. I wiped the lingering remnants of my cum from her chin and then kissed
her deeply savoring the taste of my saltiness on her tongue. 'Megan showed a
lot of promise,' I thought.

With my arm around Megan, we looked at the spent Doctor Johnson, his flaccid
penis limp in his lap. 'Disgusting,' I thought.

"Give me your panties," I said to Megan. She reached beneath her skirt and
slipped them down her legs. I tossed them to Tim, who made no effort to catch
them. "Put those on, bitch," I said, "and when I come in tomorrow, you better
be wearing them, do you understand?" He nodded and then said, "Yes, mistress."

He stood up and removed his trousers and what was left of his shorts and then
stepped into the receptionists white satin underwear. "Cute," I said, "don't
you think they're cute on him, Megan?" She giggled and said, "Definitely, but
he needs to get rid of that pubic hair." I smiled and said, "Absolutely. Be
sure to shave tomorrow. I'll see you at the same time." I kissed Megan once
more and walked out.

The following day I walked in to Doctor Johnson's office. "Hi, Megan, how are
you?" I asked. "Fine, thank you, mistress, how are you?" she said. Today Megan
was wearing a scoop necked dark blue top with no bra and when she stood up, I
saw she had on a black leather mini-skirt. We kissed across her desk.

"I'm good, Megan, is the doctor ready for me?" I asked. She smiled, "He is,"
she said, "he's been ready all day," and she laughed. She walked me to the
office door and knocked and then let me walk in. Megan followed.

I was dressed casual today; jean shorts with a crop top and a pair of sandals.
"Hello, doc," I said, "Are you ready to begin where we left off?" "Yes,
mistress," he said. "Good," I said, and then turned to Megan, "Why don't you
have a seat, baby, and watch."

I stood in front of Tim and ran a hand down the inside of his pants, grasping
his flaccid penis. "Hmm, I see you shaved that thatch of yours," I said, "Very
good, baby." He winced as I squeezed slightly. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" I
asked, "Sometimes I forget just how strong I am." "No mistress," he said.

"You want to fuck me, don't you, Tim?" I asked. "Yes, mistress," he replied. I
smiled at him while I unsnapped my jeans shorts. "How badly do you want to
fuck me?" I asked. "Very badly, mistress," he said as I stepped out of my
shorts, tossing them on his desk. "Uh-huh," I said as I pulled my crop top
over my head, "maybe tomorrow, baby, but right now I want to demonstrate how
strong I am, and then you're going to eat my pussy so I can climax and come."

I opened the top drawer of his desk and pulled out a pair of scissors. Holding
the handles in one hand and the tip in the other, I bent them in half just
below the pivot point. "Wow," Megan said. I took the stapler from his desk and
holding it in my right hand squeezed the tool until it was totally scrap
metal.

Opening my tote bag, I extracted a small bottle of oil. I tossed it to Tim and
said, "Here, oil my muscles. I want Megan to appreciate my definition and
vascularity." Tim poured a little oil into the palm of his left hand and then
using his right, began to rub the oil into my skin. Soon my body glistened as
if I were carved from brown marble.

"Are you horny, Megan?" I asked, flexing my muscle and tightening my
abdominals. "Oh, yes, mistress," she replied. I chuckled and reaching back
into my tote bag, withdrew a twelve-inch vibrator. I tossed it to her and
said, "Here, pleasure yourself with that while Tim here sucks my cock, are you
ready, Tim?" "Yes, mistress," he replied and got on his knees in front of me.

Doctor Johnson was very proficient in pleasuring me. As he pulled and teased
my clit, I watched as Megan ran the vibrating dildo I had given her over her
pubis. Slowly she inserted the head into her vagina and continued, rocking her
hips as the shaft went deeper.

"That's it, baby, take the whole thing," I said, encouraging her to go deeper.
'It's exciting to watch someone masturbate while you're having your pussy
tended to,' I thought. I ran my hands over my oiled skin, savoring the feel of
my hard muscles and rope-like veins. I felt myself nearing an orgasm and said
to Tim, "I'm going to cum, baby, enjoy my juice," and then I came. Tim
swallowed and swallowed again, savoring my cum.

As my orgasm ebbed, I saw that Megan had also climaxed. I stepped away from
Tim, and took my dildo from Megan, ran my tongue along the rubberized shaft
savoring her saltiness.

For the balance of the week, this tableau repeated itself. I never did let
Doctor Johnson playout his ultimate fantasy of fucking me. On the final day of
my 'therapy', Tim signed off on my completion of my 'anger management'
sessions. "Thank you, doc," I said, tucking the paperwork into my tote bag, "I
got a lot out of our sessions and I hope you did too." He smiled and said, "I
did, mistress, I doubt I will ever have a client like you again." "Perhaps
not," I said withdrawing one of my business cards and handing it to him, "but
if you want to continue to be my slave, I charge less than you do," and
chuckled. "In the meantime, obey Mistress Megan;" I told him, "she'll be your
mistress from now on." He glanced from me to Megan and back, "Yes, mistress,"
he said smiling.

"Megan," I said, wrapping my arm around her shoulder and drawing her into my
body, "I'll see you soon." "Yes, mistress," she said. "Take care of your
slave." I gave her a long kiss.

I see Doctor Johnson periodically. He comes by for my kind of therapy. The
same can be said for Megan.

As for my colleague that initiated my visits to the good doctor, he met with
an untimely death two months after I had returned to work. Seems he was out
jogging when he fell nearly forty feet into a river.

A creature of habit, he followed the same route for his evening runs. I waited
patiently for him at the end of the bridge, stepping from the shadows and
wrapping my arms around his chest. He pounded on my shoulders and back and
even tried to kick me, but it didn't take long for me to crush his chest and
squeeze the air from his lungs, breaking three or four ribs in the process.

I carried him over my shoulder to the middle of the bridge, making sure no one
had seen me, and simple tossed him over the low railing.

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