General RP Housewife under glass.......(Tina and Selkiesong)

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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?"53741196924_ece102ea9e_k.jpg
 
Wisteria could still barely believe she was doing this- going to talk to a complete stranger about her sex life, of all things. Of course, her husband Toby knew and was on board, but that didn't make it feel any less awkward- especially when she remained convinced that the problems here were all her fault in the first place. Even talking to the receptionist, she couldn't meet the woman's eyes.

When the doors to the office finally opened, a positively breathtaking woman stepped out- soft brown curls, sharp cheekbones, perfectly done makeup, and an expensive-looking suit that, while professional, certainly complimented her figure. Wisteria's eyes widened and her breath caught in her throat. She was sure there was no way this woman had ever disappointed anyone the way Wisteria had been disappointing her husband. She was practically a goddess and made it look effortless. Wisteria reached out with a trembling hand to return the gorgeous woman's handshake, hoping dearly that her palms were dry. It took her a moment to find her voice to answer her. "Hello, Doctor. Thank you for agreeing to see me... I was hoping you could help me work through some difficulties my husband and I have been having in the bedroom. He's, uhm... beginning to grow frustrated with me, and I don't know why I can't seem to give him what he wants." Her voice sounded small, even to her own ears. Admitting the problem out loud to someone else made it feel even more real, and her chest ached with the pain of it.
 
Wearing her favorite white and red silk outfit, one might not recognize her as a professional....well, a business professional, that is. She was wearing teardrop earrings made of genuine diamonds, her dark brown hair in curls cascading down to her breasts. She wore a strapless low cut bra that wasn't visible beneath the blouse, making it appear that she was braless. Amber wasn't dressed like this merely for show....as a sex therapist, she felt she should look the part of a seasoned professional of the erotic arts.

Her client was very attractive and understandibly nervous. Amber motioned for her to sit in the overstuffed leather chaise lounge then pulled up a chair and sat beside her, crossing her legs....with her skirt slit up to her waist, much of her silk panty was visible....again, just as she designed.

"Why don't you tell me in detail about your problems in the bedroom....may I call you Wisteria? THAT's a very pretty name, and you can call me Amber....much less formal than Dr. Williamson.

The brunette sat, still nervous, bringing a smile to Amber. IN the few short minutes the girl had been there, Amber decided she wanted her. Pursuing a married woman wasn't easy, but her confessed sexual problems clearly indicated vulnerability, a trait that Amber would use against her.
 
Wisteria delicately took a seat on the chaise, tucking a strand of wavy, light brown hair behind her ear. When the doctor crossed her legs, Wisteria could not help but catch a glimpse of long legs and silk panties. She quickly looked away, pretending she hadn't noticed, but her burning cheeks betrayed her. Normally, Wisteria would be shocked at such a display in public, but perhaps the doctor didn't realize her choice of outfit was so revealing... And perhaps this proved her husband's point about Wisteria's own closed off "frigidity." What business of hers was it what this woman wore?

Keeping her eyes above Doctor Williamson's waist didn't help much either. She had to pointedly avoid looking at her chest, and her eyes were too intense to hold her gaze. Instead, Wisteria looked just to the side of her, trying her utmost to keep her composure. "Okay Doctor- um. Amber." She was quiet for a moment, thinking of how to broach the uncomfortable subject. "It's... uhm," Maybe best to rip the band-aid off? "It's my fault, really," she confessed, heart sinking, "We've been married for two years and it's been mostly good, but I just... More and more, I don't feel interested when he asks for sex, so I delay it." She bit her lip. "He's been respectful of my wishes and everything, but he's been asking more and more, and I never feel ready, and he's getting frustrated now and keeps asking me what the problem is, and I just- I just don't know!" She let out a frustrated groan, burying her face in her hands to hide the way her blue-gray eyes were beginning to well up with tears. "He said something's wrong, it's like I'm becoming frigid or something, but I'm only 21 and we only just got married and how can this already be happening to us?" She shook her head, finally looking up to meet Amber's gaze. "I don't want to be like this. I want to be a good wife. Please help me!"
 
Amber was enjoying this cat and mouse game going on....her client was so obvious the way she gazed, Amber knew it wouldn't take much effort to seduce her and break her. Soon, she promised mentally to herself....soon she would take this lovely whisper of a girl through the back door and into her treatment room.....soon, she would mess with the girl's mind and spirit and steal her from the ogre of a man that married her.

Amber wasn't a staunch feminist, a man hater---10% of her clientele were male---but this girl deserved more out of life than to put up with a man that only cared about how much he could get out of his wife.
It would be fairly easy to put a drug into a drink, have the girl take it and let her wake up gagged nude and bound. No, even though she had done exactly that countless times, she decided this time she would take her time with this beauty.....she would seduce her and later, if she became too impatient she could still drug her.

Amber got up and went to the little wet bar at the end of the room. Glancing behind her a thought entered her mind....why couldn't she do both? just put a few drop of a sedative in the glass...not enough to knock her out but just enough to relax her and keep her from wanting to make a run for it.
Amber took the wine, put a few drops of the sedative in and brought the glasses out, handing one to the girl.
"Just to relax you," she said with a disarming smile. "I'm sure we can work out your problem...."

She sat back down, crossing her legs and making sure her skirt rose and repositioned just enough to display even more panty.
 
Wisteria was only too happy to take the glass of wine offered to her. She didn't ordinarily drink very much, but she was eager to relax her nerves. She gave the doctor a grateful nod, taking a long sip from her glass. "Thank you. I don't normally talk about anything this personal to anyone except-" When she looked back up and saw the way Amber was sitting, she choked a little, swallowing hard. After a few little coughs, she wiped the tears from her eyes, face growing flushed all over again. "S-sorry... Doctor- I mean, um, Amber, you're kind of- you may want to...!" She gestured in the direction of her own thighs, which were hidden by a mid-length blue sundress, trying to subtly warn her. Or, well... as subtly as she could after that whole display. But if it were Wisteria showing off that much skin, she'd want someone to warn her.

In her rush of embarrassment, Wisteria didn't even notice anything off about her drink. She took another quick sip to cover her face again. "Sorry," she repeated softly, lowering the glass again. "So... what can we do to fix this? What are the first steps?"
 
Amber smiled, looking at the girl as she sipped the wine. Even in small amounts she knew it wouldn't be long before the girl would be complacent enough to make her easy to control.

She turned slightly to one side, now al.ost totally exposing her panties.
" Sexuality can be and is a wonderful thing" Amber says to the obviously nervous girl. " You should never be afraid to explore sex...after all, it's a product of nature..."

She got up and sat next to the girl, putting the wine glass back in her hand and encouraging her victim to finish the glass.

" I'm sure you have much to give to the right person," she said almost in a whisper. "It's just a matter of letting go of your inhibitions and fears... you're a very beautiful woman.."

Amber took the now empty glass from the girls hand and kissed her.
 
Amber did not move to cover back up when Wisteria warned her, but Wisteria did not worry about it further, mostly because her mind was beginning to feel a bit weird and fuzzy. Probably just anxiety, she assured herself, taking yet another drink to try to assuage it.

The girl's skin flushed with heat again, and her heart gave a stifled jump in her chest when Amber sat down right beside her, her hand brushing hers as she handed her the wine glass. Wisteria nodded, her gaze already growing soft and distant with the effects of the drug in her system. She drank as directed, taking in the last of the wine and dulling her inhibitions even further.

Even Amber's voice sent a shiver through Wisteria's body, especially now, with the woman sitting so close to her, saying such kind things, leaning in...

Wisteria did not resist when Amber closed the gap between them to kiss her. She kissed back almost automatically, and quickly found that this felt good! She didn't think of Toby at all, just the warmth of Amber's lips and her breath, and the press of their bodies against each other. Her hands reached out to clutch at the other woman's arms, and her lips parted easily to allow her in.
 
To Amber, the girls reaction was even better than she had hoped....was it because of her seduction or was this girl bisexual and never knowing it, with Amber the one to draw it out?

It didn't matter. Amber locked her lips on the girl and, picking her up like a groom does to his new bride, carried the girl out of the office and into the treatment room.

She laid her on a day bed and slowly began to strip her....once she was naked Amber disrobed and laid on top of her. She began to lick and kiss the girl's erect nipples, feasting on her flesh.
 
Wisteria did not struggle when Amber scooped her up, but when they entered another room Wisteria hadn't even noticed before, a spike of confusion broke through the fog of drugged arousal in her mind. This confusion grew when the doctor began stripping her, and Wisteria began to squirm. "Wh-what...?" She trailed off, eyes growing wide as she watched Amber strip off her own clothes, revealing voluptuous curves and so much  skin, and then suddenly that body was upon her. Bare skin brushed bare skin, breast brushed breast, and she could feel the heat of Amber's body above her. Wisteria was going to try to speak again, but she was distracted by a warm mouth closing over her nipple. The girl whimpered, freezing in place, overcome by the new sensation. Her emerging protests and awareness dissolved into moans, her back arching to try to press herself closer, to seek more. Already, she was growing wet between her legs, though she pressed her thighs together, trying to hide it.
 
Wisteria was responding so rapidly that it served as an aphrodisiac.....Amber wasn't possessed but she had to have this girl....she HAD to and the fact that she was married was of little concern. As the girl squirmed beneath her it only made Amber want her more. There was no doubt in the dominatrix's mind now....she would take this girl and make her into her willing sex slave.

Willing however was the magic word. The beautiful, voluptuous vixen laying beneath her was not only willing but was craving the attention, something obviously her husband knew little about. Foreplay was an art that few men seemed to grasp but women were quite good at and Amber was no exception. She was going to break this girl, to ruin her and possess her....but she would accomplish this by seduction instead of painful torture. Yes, eventually the girl would find herself gagged and hanging from the ceiling,but for now the only bondage she would experience was mental.

As she laid there, Amber could feel the girl's wetness between her thighs, clear signal that she was enjoying herself but Amber was far from satisfied....she would give the girl a toe curling orgasm, a sexual explosion that would be impossible to forget.
Amber took the girl's nipples in her fingers as she slowly moved downwards, leaving a wet warm tongue trail down between her breasts and to her belly button. She sucked on it for a while before continuing downwards, finally arriving at her pussy.
kissing and gently sucking on her blood engorged lips, she slipped her tongue inside.
 

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