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The blonde woman was putting her clothes back on as Amber, or 'Mistress Amber' as she insisted on being called put her whip back on the hook on the wall. She pulled the dark red velvet curtains closed, once again concealing the dungeon, or as she put it, her 'treatment room'.
"Same time next week Mistress?," the blonde asked, rolling down her sleeves to hide the abrasions left behind from the handcuffs. The dark haired dominatrix nodded her head.
"Yes," she said as she put on a silk robe covering her black latex catsuit....."check with my receptionist out front before you leave..."
30 year old Amber Williamson was an accomplished professional. She was the youngest woman to graduate from Harvard Medical School and was one in a handful of people that pioneered in the field of sex therapy.
Sex therapy was the newest of the emotional and mental therapy fields and the least understood. For centuries, sex had most often been initiated by the male, as per the mores of the time. If the female partner refused, complained or came up with excuses, she was thought of as being 'frigid'. Later, the woman's role in sex was better understood but still the term frigidity wasn't unknown.
Amber often used methods of inflicting pain that could be easily concealed, often reminding her female clients (90% were female) to wear 'granny panties' to better conceal the marks left behind by her whip or flogger.
Amber's reasoning was that by being whipped and abused, her clients could release pent up hostility and tension, and judging by her success rate, it appeared she was correct. Her clientele ranged from college students, housewives, policewomen, even a few judges. Her rule of thumb was sacred....no one told of what went on behind her closed doors.
One afternoon, the receptionist knocked on the treatment door.
"Mistress Amber," she chirped..."your 2pm has arrived....she's a new client, a Wisteria Clark, age 21....and she's really beautiful...."
Amber nodded. "Bring her into my office," she reolied...."I'll be there momentarily..."
Amber put on a professional business suit and entered her office through the concealed back door.
"Good afternoon Ms. Clark," she said, shaking her hand...."My name is Amber Williamson. Now tell me....how can I help you?"
"Same time next week Mistress?," the blonde asked, rolling down her sleeves to hide the abrasions left behind from the handcuffs. The dark haired dominatrix nodded her head.
"Yes," she said as she put on a silk robe covering her black latex catsuit....."check with my receptionist out front before you leave..."
30 year old Amber Williamson was an accomplished professional. She was the youngest woman to graduate from Harvard Medical School and was one in a handful of people that pioneered in the field of sex therapy.
Sex therapy was the newest of the emotional and mental therapy fields and the least understood. For centuries, sex had most often been initiated by the male, as per the mores of the time. If the female partner refused, complained or came up with excuses, she was thought of as being 'frigid'. Later, the woman's role in sex was better understood but still the term frigidity wasn't unknown.
Amber often used methods of inflicting pain that could be easily concealed, often reminding her female clients (90% were female) to wear 'granny panties' to better conceal the marks left behind by her whip or flogger.
Amber's reasoning was that by being whipped and abused, her clients could release pent up hostility and tension, and judging by her success rate, it appeared she was correct. Her clientele ranged from college students, housewives, policewomen, even a few judges. Her rule of thumb was sacred....no one told of what went on behind her closed doors.
One afternoon, the receptionist knocked on the treatment door.
"Mistress Amber," she chirped..."your 2pm has arrived....she's a new client, a Wisteria Clark, age 21....and she's really beautiful...."
Amber nodded. "Bring her into my office," she reolied...."I'll be there momentarily..."
Amber put on a professional business suit and entered her office through the concealed back door.
"Good afternoon Ms. Clark," she said, shaking her hand...."My name is Amber Williamson. Now tell me....how can I help you?"
