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Author: PlanetDweller
Title: The Bodyworker, Chapter 24
Part: Chapter 24
Universe: The Bodyworker
Summary: Eric falls in love with a new female bodyworker and
moves to Maine to ressurect a dormant sex therapy practice there.
Keywords: MF, MFM, FMF, FFFM, FF, Mg, Mf, Mb, Mm, MM, bb, Mm,
Fg, Fb, Fm, Ff, all combinations, sex therapy, sex surrogacy,
incest, mother/daughter, mother/daughter/son,
father/son/daughter, toddler, medical exam fetish, role playing,
whole family, all combinations, menstrual sex, light BDSM, DS,
caution, romance, polyamory, FMF group triad marriage, rough sex,
rough trade, consensual therapeutic forced rape, real-life based
in a lot of places
The Bodyworker, Chapter 24: Roads Evolutionary, Roses Tender
by
PlanetDweller
Copyright (c) 2002, PlanetDweller. ALL Rights Reserved
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"That feels so nice, Eric, Mary, please keep doing like you're
doing" our sweet little naked nine-year-old patient whispered to
us as she lay securely cuddled between the two us, our mutual
hands gently rubbing her pudenda as her eyes closed and a breath
was drawn deep. Mary smiled at me and I couldn't help but smile
back her. We leaned into each other and kissed a passionate kiss
as the object of our sex surrogacy session relaxed between our
also nude bodies. Our kiss became even more passionate as our
genital massaging of Katie became even more slightly vigorous.
Why shouldn't I kiss my Mary like a lover, patient present or
not, she is my fiancée' after all?
"Will you guys cut it out until after our therapy? I -am- the
patient here" Katie slightly but playfully scolded us. At age
nine she had been through the mill and presented an adult
attitude and language at times. Her familiarity with us after
twice a week sessions for the past two months, basically she was
our first patient after we had relocated back in April to Maine
to take over Dr. Josewics's bodywork practice, gave her and us a
familial familiarity with each other that was comforting if not
comfortable.
"Sorry sweetie, we do get carried away at time; it is a lot of
fun helping you, helping you get better" my betrothed replied.
"Yeah, and we three do have lotsa great sex together, don'we?"
"Yes we do Katie, yes indeed" my mouth breaking from Mary's to
kiss our patient firmly on the lips as my finger eased into her
waiting vagina and Mary made her way down to be between Katie's
legs.
"Hhhmmm . . . uuhhhh-hhmmmm, that's nice, Mary."
"Glad our Katie likes" came back a muffled mouth from being
covered in a hairless muff reply.
It was a scene I had been in, repeated hundred of times with a
variety of adult female sex surrogate therapist partners
partnering with me to treat pre-adolescent females and males as
well as other age range patients in the four years and change of
my professional polykinetic bodyworker career, but now, partnered
with the woman who was going to be my life partner as well as
therapy partner, it made my entire world, my entire outlook on
life seem even more relaxed, more happy, more hopeful.
Mary gave her some more head for a few more moments and then
looked at me with the silent signal of raising of the eyebrow
that it was time for me to do my part, taking her place between
Katie's legs.
Giving her pussy a few tongue licks of my own, I scooted further
up until the head of my dick was at Katie's entrance, then eased
inside her effortlessly as Mary moved up the kiss our patient on
the lips and suck on the buds of her breasts some. Her young
vagina felt so smooth to my penile skin, most pre-puberty vaginas
do, but the ease of entry our extended foreplay and oral sexing
of her aside spoke to the years of abuse and terror her father
had put her through before finally being caught. Now it was up to
Mary and I to try to heal the scars from all of the past abuse.
Mary got up for a moment to speak to Summer, Katie's mom who had
been sitting in an easy chair in the corner of the room watching
the therapy session. Summer nodded "yes" to something I couldn't
hear and came over to sit on the edge of the bed where her young
daughter's bodyworking therapy session was taking place.
Two years ago, that would have never happened, a parent of a
young patient being allowed to remain clothed and
non-participating in a session. Either by therapeutic
prescription they had to be naked and participating in the active
sexual part of the therapy of their child, or they weren't
allowed in the therapy room at all. I never understood that. If
it was my child undergoing the kind of intensive direct contact
therapy that poly-k bodyworking is by its nature, even if my
direct participation wasn't part of the R-x I'd still sure as
hell want to be in the room where therapy was taking place. As a
parent, I'd sure as hell think it was my God-given right to,
since it was my child that was having therapeutic sexual touch
done to him/her.
It took me gently nagging Dr. Nick for months before he finally
allowed me to occasionally start allowing it in selective cases,
but after a dozen or so times after it was obvious that within a
tightly defined protocol and selective criteria for selected
parents, allowing a parent in therapy as an observer not only
dramatically cut the number of therapy sessions needed and more
importantly improved the cure rate and cure effectiveness for the
patient. After two years plus of doing that, plus some other
minor modifications to certain bodyworking protocols, even old
Doc Chaim who trained me and all other PBI (Polykinetic Bodywork
Institute)-franchised surrogates began to included it and the
other bits I developed in the new "Manual" which all future
bodyworkers would use as their "Bible". What works, works.
My penetrative sex of her daughter continued as Summer sat on
the edge of the bed beside us, Katie finally noticing her Mom.
"How you doin', Baby?"
"Fine, Mom; I mean, okay; Eric and Mary are wonderful, aren't
they?"
"Yes, they are; they're helping you get better, that's the main
thing."
"Mom?"
"Yes Hon'?"
"Will you hold my hand?"
"Sure."
This would have never taken place in any therapy session with
any young patient just two years ago, and I couldn't have been
prouder. As my easy lovemaking of Katie continued, her Mom fully
clothed and obviously not turned on by what she was witnessing,
held her daughter's hand, held it for support, held it to offer
her support and encouragement. Just what young Katie needed.
"Eric?"
"Yes, Katie?"
"Will you finish with me like we did the other day, then have
Mary give me some head too?"
"Sure; slow or fast?"
"As you like."
Easing up, Katie flipped around to offer me her rear as she
knelt on all fours, her vaginal lips glistening with our mixed
juices. I thrust my cock inside her as her Mom regained holding
her hand and I pumped away, deliberately coming within a couple
of minutes.
Falling to her side, Mary held her close and then eased over her
to a sixty-nine position, not expecting reciprocation for her,
lapping Katie's and mine mixed fluids from inside her.
As she did that I scooted beside Summer, she now sitting more on
the bed, and held her hand as my fiancée finished our therapy
session with her little Katie.
Summer helping her get dressed, we all four hugged good-bye for
now, her next therapy session being schedule in just two days.
+++++++++++++++++++++++
It seemed like a lifetime ago, just two months ago.
After building up Dr. Nick's bodywork practice over my four
years as his "lead mechanic", we were literally bursting at the
seams. We remodeled the old three-story house on Chatham Street
twice to try to accommodate the explosive demand for our
services, but even after that and after adding two paired therapy
couples (Marilyn was split off from me and paired with another
male therapist, I asked for and was paired with Emily after that,
plus one other M/F therapy couple that we recruited from another
practice out of state) and adding three more single female
therapists whose primary clientele were men, the latter always
being the backbone of almost most of the billings of most of the
PBI practices, we still couldn't keep up with the demand, still
had a waiting list for treatments that grew from days to weeks
and then into months.
Dr. & Mrs. Chaim knew of the situation and worked with Dr. Nick
to remedy it as best they could. I knew but I don't know if they
knew I knew back then before I eventually got promoted to
"franchise manager" for lack of a better term and all of the
entire business model was disclosed to me that Dr. and Mrs. got a
percent of the gross billing, two to five percent depending on a
set of contract criteria being met, so it was in there interest
to let the practice grow as large as practically possible.
That's true, but I don't want to give you the impression that
money was the motivator for them. It wasn't. Beyond a shadow of a
doubt, I'm know in my heart of hearts that Doc and Missus' only
concern was for the welfare for their patients, both face-to-face
in their own practice and by influence through their polykinetic
bodyworking training and "franchise" (the word sucks for that
usage, but it's the only one that fits) of bodyworking practices
affiliated with local psychiatric and sex therapy practices
across the country.
So it was no surprise Doc Chaim stepped in with a grand plan. A
ten-story office building was planning on being built adjacent to
a ten-story hotel to built simultaneously with it, next to it on
an outparcel near the new Rex Hospital in west Raleigh, and
somehow Doc found out about it. He bought the entire project from
the developers, and then had the plans redesigned a little.
The plan was for two pedestrian bridges to connect the hotel to
office building at the fifth and tenth floors, and for floors
five through ten (yep, I ain't kiddin' !) be turned into a
massive therapy complex. A complex where seven M/F therapy
couples would reside onsite per standard bodywork practice
procedure along with twelve single female therapists. There was
to be a gym, for lack of a better term a one-room school house
for all the resident pre-eighteen-years-of-age "therapy models",
the eighth floor being host to a ten-person full-time support
staff including a f/t maintenance person, a full-time cook and
assistant cook, three administrative assistants to take care of
all the billings and such and even more non-therapist personnel.
And guess who was promoted to "franchise manager" to handle all
this mess, an immediate (but needed) doubling close to tripling
of our size? Uh-hu, little old me. Even though it meant a huge
salary increase, hell, my gross for the previous year with
commissioned billable time and all had bumped my taxable income
to just over a hundred thousand plus for cash compensation alone
plus my standard benefits, so I didn't need the extra money. I
did need and want time with my patients, which I value more than
anything, and which this promotion would have cut by eighty to
ninety percent. The deal money-wise, a raise to one-fifty plus
benes but my commissions being cut out, was still great, the
increase in status and title was great, but the deal patient-wise
sucked. I wanted to turn it down immediately and leave for
another practice but my instinct told me to wait a while.
Glad I did. A month after everything was presented to me slash
us, the rest of the new staff including four recent PBI graduates
flew down to see their new home that would be their new home in a
week or two, and Mary, yes, My Mary, was among them.
The attraction was instant. I don't why, and I don't care. As
part of my job I had had sex with I don't know how many beautiful
women, hundreds, thousands, but that was therapy, and this was
love.
At five-six and one hundred twenty pounds and long
shoulder-length brunette hair and perfect champagne-glass 34B
breasts and legs up to there, I wanted to jump her bones as soon
as I saw her get off the plane, but that had to wait a couple of
hours until she and her other newbie classmates arrived back at
our then-empty office slash residence waiting for the move, where
I took her to my room and absolutely ravished her for three or
four hours.
Thankfully, God thank you, she felt the same spark which turned
into inferno the instant she saw me. Our lovemaking was beyond
description. I proposed to her that same night. She said yes.
Taking her to Capital City Chop House a week later, I proposed
again this time with a full carat diamond ring in tow, and she
said yes again.
My falling head over heels in love with Miss Mary Faison-Hewitt
and she I sealed my decision for me.
At eighteen, she had earned both a degree in evolutionary
biology and also one in economics from Yale as a double major,
having graduated from high school in France at age 14 (her dad
was a high-level American diplomat there) and applying for and
being admitted to Yale that same year, also Harvard, Mt. Holyoke,
and several other American colleges before choosing Yale. I
mention this because while I'm a decent writer and a great
bodyworker I know that lots of other people are book and
other-smarter than I am, and my Mary is definitely one of them,
so I sought her advice on what I should do regarding staying on
as the franchise manager of the new expanded practice, which I
would have done anyway since we were to be married.
Oh, how did she wind up as a bodyworker, then? She had been
planning on doing her Master's thesis and then her PhD on human
female sexual evolution and through her research somehow stumbled
upon PBI, something I'm still not sure how she did even though
she's explained it to me several times, considering how beyond
paranoid secretive Doc about things to the "outside world".
Anyway, once finding PBI, she finagled an interview with Doc and
Mrs. Chaim, found the process fascinating, somehow conned her way
with them into letting her sit on a couple of days of a training
class, something Doc to my knowledge has never done with anyone
before, and at that point made up her mind that this is what she
wanted to do now if not for the rest of her life, become a
professional bodyworker.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
When Dr. Nick and I were talking about expanding the staff like
we were going to have to, Doc Chaim gushed on and about Mary,
telling me that she had even more potential than I did at the
stage she was now as I was at years back, just having graduated
from the course. When Doc told her about my pioneering work that
had modestly re-written a lot of the bodywork protocols and
modified many others especially where therapy with children were
concerned, she told him that she would either work with me
side-by-side and have me train her, or she would go back to
school and start work on her Master's.
There being no coincidences in this life I do believe, she made
that statement to Doc the same day Dr. Nick and I decided to make
our offer to her and the other recent graduates we wanted to
hire. She came down a couple of days after that, and the rest is
history.
No it isn't history, sorry. How did I/we end up running and
being 2/3rds of a potentially tiny struggling practice in
Rockport, Maine just a short while later?
There was going to be a ten-day gap or so between shutting down
at the old place on Chatham Street and moving into our new fancy
digs near Rex Hospital. After that, after we moved in, there
would have been an implied if not contractual commitment on my
part to run the new enlarged practice, at least for a year or
two. Ninety percent plus of my time would have been
administrative or at least non-patient-contact. Mary didn't want
that for me or her or us. She wanted to work with me as my
"apprentice" for lack of a better term, and this was before we
met face-to-face and fell madly in love with me and I her. After
we met, her desire to work by my side working with patients as a
team was even stronger. And at that point since all decisions we
were making we made from an "ours" perspective, the only logical
thing to do was tender my resignation and move on to a practice
where I and she could actually practice, i.e. be with patient. So
I gave my resignation notice of thirty days.
Stupid idea.. Turns out, Dr. Nick didn't have confidence in my
administrative abilities to run his new great ship of bodyworking
therapy, so he had been secretly talking with several candidates
to replace me behind my back, my incredible reputation nationally
as a wunderkind of therapy firmly established totally shoved
aside. I didn't find this out until after I had tendered my
resignation. Then two days later, 9-11 happened.
Usually there are at minimum several potential job openings in
almost all parts of the US for trained bodyworkers at any given
moment, and we all can access them through PBI's secured BBS and
website. Never has any bodyworker had the least bit of trouble
moving on and getting another job, ever, not ever.
But then 9-11 bit me on the ass two days after I tendered my
resignation. Three potential openings I had been looking at were
withdrawn within two days after that. Only one job opening
remained "on the board", and that was in Rockport, Maine of all
places.
The salary was less than half of what I had been making, and
there were fewer benes, such as no practice-furnished car. The
usual concession residence was offered, but no unlimited expense
accounts like I had been used to having for four years with Dr.
Nick. There's wasn't even any accounts with local food joints to
have pizza or sandwiches delivered and charged to the practice,
something I had gotten used to. Basically, I hadn't spent a dime
on any necessity of life for four solid years. And now if I took
the offer I was going to have to buy my own food and pay for all
my incidental living expenses. Sucked.
In a phone conversation with Mike, Dr. Josewic, he gushed on and
on about how beautiful Maine and Rockport were, how I'd fall in
love with place once I got there, how the cost of living was so
much cheaper there than Raleigh, did he mention how beautiful
Rockport was and that my/our practice-furnished residence was
high on a hill overlooking the a small yacht basin on Ocsac Bay?
I was skeptical, but agreed to fly up in a couple of days with
Mary so we could be interviewed by him and see everything.
Mary and I talked about a lot that afternoon. She had been to
Maine several times, loved it, said I would too, and was eager to
relocate there (she was NOT impressed by Raleigh at all!) with
me. Her base salary would have been pitiful to start, only $32.5K
base and almost no other benes, but she said she didn't care as
long as we could be together, in real life and as therapy
partners. I was still skeptical and thought about waiting until
things settled down and some new job offers appeared on the
board. After all, I had almost two hundred thousand dollars in
CD's by that point, and didn't need to work for a long time if I
wished to pull back and wait. But Mary was eager to marry me, and
eager to begin her career. I called Doc that night to seek his
advice. Doc never gave me anything but the truth and good advice.
"I can't believe, Eric, that you'd leave Dr. Nick" old Doc
protested.
"Well, if I could continue to have a substantial amount of
patient contact and still run things, that'd be different, but
Dr. Nick made it very clear if I stayed I'd be a manager, not a
therapist."
"That would be waste. You simply have too much talent to become
a pencil-pusher, Eric. The polykinetic bodyworking modality
movement needs you, needs you to continue doing what you're
doing. Want me to call Dr. Nick and talk with him? I'm sure he
could find someone else to run things and let you continue being
a therapist."
"Naw, that's okay Doc. I think it's time to move on. Mary loves
Maine and wants to move there, and it would be a good place for
us, I think. The only thing I'm worried about is this huge salary
cut I'm taking, not to mention the fact that there's very little
patient case load right now for her and I, let alone the second
therapist which is also leaving and Dr. Jose' is going to have
replace, too."
"Eric, Eric, Eric. My boy, you still don't get it, do you? With
your reputation that you've worked so hard to establish, you
could literally pick your practice anywhere. Anywhere."
"But there was only this one job opening on the board, Doc."
"Eric, you can be so, well, dense at time, my boy. What did I
just say? Let me explain. Three-quarters plus of your patient
load right now you pick and choose from a huge backlog of cases
to choose from, and most of these are from out-of-state,
correct?"
"Yeah, so?"
"So, they're flying in from all over to country to Raleigh,
setting up temporary residence while you work with them, and
after their therapy is complete, they leave. See now?"
"Not really, Doc."
"Damn boy, let me spell it out for you. Since your patients
come to you now, they can come to you no matter where you're at,
if it's Raleigh, Rockport, Kalamazoo or Timbuktu, get it
now!!??!!"
"Yeah, I see, I think" my sometimes slow thought process
catching up.
"So you don't have to worry about having to make a living, your
living, your patients will come to you regardless. So, if
Rockport is not to your liking, then pick your city in any state,
and I promise, no, guarantee you'll have a job there within 24
hours."
"Thanks, Doc, I appreciate it."
"You're welcome."
"Mary's got her heart set on moving to Rockport, though. I just
hate taking a bad deal."
"Let me call Dr. Josewic and speak with him myself about your
deal. It is not fair to you. I can't promise a sweetheart deal
like you've got with Dr. Nick, but I can promise you I'll cut a
deal for you that's much closer to what you should be getting.
After all, you're bringing to the practice all told probably a
quarter million dollars plus a year in net billings."
"And for Mary too?"
"And for Mary too."
"We're supposed to fly up there for our interview in a couple of
days. Will you have our deal done by then."
"It'll be done by lunch tomorrow."
"Thanks Doc, I owe you."
"No Eric, you don't owe me anything, if anything I owe you."
I was puzzled by that last remark but let it slide.
"I'll call you when we get back."
++++++++++++++++++++++++
Rockport's airport was cute, almost as small as RDU had been
forty-some years ago. Mary had been singled out twice on the way
there for frisking by the new security procedures, but just
giggled at the male security guards as they openly groped as
opposed to frisked her in the open space of the concourse, making
them blush with embarrassment. Fuck them.
Even though Rockport is Maine's third-largest largest city, it
is still smaller than Raleigh, about the size Raleigh was when I
was little. And the view of Ocsac Bay from the backporch of what
was to be our new residence was worth almost anything, was truly
beyond fucking gorgeous, just like Dr. Josewic and Mary both said
it would be. Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it. I loved it. I was sold.
Doc had indeed kept his promise and cut me a much better deal. A
50/50 one, with $50K base salary plus 50% non-expensible
commission, plus a 5-10-15 per cent bonus structure based on
total billables and total net yearly income. "Dr. Mike" still
wasn't willing to give us both a practice-furnished vehicle, but
knowing we were to be married soon, made his pitch to Doc (all
this was taking place in private phone calls between Doc and Dr.
Mike) that he'd pay for a lease on a new Jeep Grand Cherokee for
us as a couple or a similar 4WD vehicle making the point that
we'd need it in the winter. Doc told him that we would go for
that. Plus he was willing to give us the usual benes of local
accounts with several local sub and pizza shops that would
deliver food to us as we wished "as long as they don't abuse the
privilege too much" he cautioned to Doc Chaim who was negotiating
for us.
All this done for us by Doc in private, Dr. Mike not mentioning
anything about it as he showed us around, still not telling us at
first that he was going to give us a better deal that Doc Chaim
had more or less forced him to offer us, either that or lose his
PBI franchise and possibly me/us as income rainmakers.
Our therapy practice building was separate from our residence,
something a little unusual for a bodyworking practice, but was
only literally a block away, a five minute walk, no big deal.
Cutting through an alley between our residence and a next-door
neighbor, our house was an old Victorian row house that was
actually three of them side-by-side recombined into one, we
walked across Perkins Street to go down another alley between two
houses to the backside of our therapy building which faced State
Street, a main commercial street in Rockport where a lot of other
doctor's offices and other professional-type practices and
businesses were scattered along its length, Dr. Mike's office
being just four blocks or so away. A modest sign out front read
"Dr. Josewic & Associates + Therapy Annex."
Inside, our new therapy home really sucked. It wreaked of old
cigarette smoke despite two "No Smoking" signs and old urine
smell too, almost an old porn shop smell. The drapes were old and
faded, the furniture old, the threadbare worn carpet older still.
The exam tables looked like there were from the 19th century, the
therapy beds felt like horrible old Motel 6 mattresses. Just two
small half-bathrooms, no "wetroom" and no BDSM-room and no group
room, either, for teaching, three facility rooms I thought all
practices were required to have. The receptionist area didn't
even have a computer, let alone connected to the PBI main system.
All records were kept manually, and all billings done the same.
Geez, maybe I had made a mistake?
Doc Chaim had told me not to sweat the details like these, that
whatever I wanted changed, to call and let him know and he'd work
with Dr. Mike to get things up to standard, telling me he knew
I'd want a lot of stuff done, this being one of the oldest
continually-operated practices within PBI's aegis. With Doc
handling things for me, that would save Dr. Mike and I having to
begin our professional relationship from a negative.
I had to make my decision, now, and let Dr. Mike know. My
decision had already been made. Dr. Nick had told me before I
left that I could come back and get my stuff out of storage that
had been there for almost four years and pick up the few personal
effects I owned that were in my company-furnished apartment, but
basically, he told me not to bother to come back, that he would
take care of things from here on out. The new incarnation of the
practice was set to begin the following Monday, as was mine/ours,
if we could swing it that soon. I'm became gladder and gladder to
have made the decision I made.
Dr. Mike found Peggy in the back, straightening things up a bit
back in a dark hole of a room that served as the supply room.
Peggy had been a therapist with him for about six years and had
hit that wall that all therapists know about and usually hit
sooner if not later. After years of struggling with lots of
non-40 hour weeks and just struggling to make a living, she was
ready to leave, even though she loved the profession. Marnie, the
other therapist whose leaving had prompted the notice of
employment on the in-house job BBS, was long gone, having left
for another position weeks before.
Dr. Jose' introduced us and the four of us chatted for a while
as. Peggy knew who I was, knew of my so-called reputation, and
seemed genuinely pleased to have met me.
"I would have loved to have had the opportunity to work with you
sometime, sorry it's not going to happen, Mr. Woods."
"Eric."
"Eric, then. Your reputation as a healer, especially of
children, precedes you."
"Maybe that's still a possibility, though Mary here will be my
primary therapy partner, hopefully for the rest of our lives
together" Mary casually moving her left hand to flash her diamond
engagement ring.
"You know I'm resigning, but I'll still be here in town. I was a
massage therapist before I became a bodyworker . . . "
"As was I, Peggy" she smiling at that comment from me.
" . . . and I'll be working for a sports medicine practice just
a few doors down from here doing that again. I wouldn't want even
a regular part-time workload of bodywork, but if I can be of help
on an as-needed basis, please don't hesitate to call on me for
anything, Eric; Dr. Josewic will have my number and like I said,
just drop in at 8970 State Street, Rockport Sports Medicine
Clinic, anytime. And if you need some help getting situated, I am
a native Rockporter, just ask, and I'll be happy to help you get
comfortable in your new city, no problem. Don't forget!"
"We won't!" my Mary replied.
Leaving Peggy to her tidying up, we all went back up front and
sat down in cheap old plastic chairs in the reception area. Then
I broke my own mental rule and told Dr. Mike that the building
would have to be remodeled to come up to current PBI standards.
He flat out told me that he didn't have the money to do it. I
told him I'd call Doc Chaim about it, and that money would not be
a problem, it wouldn come out of Doc's pocket. He then replied he
couldn't afford to lose the billings that remodeling would cause.
I told him that Doc knew how to handle that, doing most of the
work at night and on weekends and such, and just to let Doc take
care of things. He seemed almost angry-puzzled, then looked at me
sternly and stuttered out a question.
"Eric, as you know, Peggy's leaving as of the end of the week.
You and Mary are replacing Marnie, but you're also bringing in
your own patient load. Peggy had been doing her and Marnie's
caseload, almost all men, but I haven't been able to find anyone
to replace her. I thought that I'd have gotten more than just you
two responding. I do have an existing client base, 95%+ male,
that needs to be taken care of. You and Mary can't, you have your
own client base. Can I ask a favor? I know you're coming from a
much larger practice. Is there anyone whom you could persuade to
leave with you and come up?"
I thought quickly and furiously. I knew our better deal had been
done. Doc had made it so. But Dr. Mike hadn't broke it to us yet.
Time to use it as leverage.
"Maybe. But not for the kind of compensation package you're
offering Mary."
"What is wrong with a $32.5/40% package?"
"Forty percent commission might be okay, but $32.5K base salary
just sucks; Mary should be at 50/50 just like my contract."
"Eric, don't break my balls, please. I do have a solid client
base to service. If I give Mary her 50/50, 'think you could
persuade someone from your practice to follow you to service my
guy clients?"
"Yeah, but it'd have to be 40/50 minimum, plus at least a small
compact practice-furnished vehicle."
"Which no therapist ever had until you and Mary, I might add."
"And which you'll have to offer if you want me to bring someone
with me on such short notice."
"This person you have in mind, I assume you have someone in
mind; experienced?; nice looking?; someone the clients will come
back to?"
"Yes, experienced; she was my therapy partner for the past two
years, up until very recently; she wants to go back to doing
male-only therapy and get out of child therapy, by the way; good
looking?; she's a gorgeous blond with 40DD perfect stacked tits
and very nice body; client repeatability?; oh yeah, she's also
very sweet, you don't have to worry about that. Emily as a
therapist is exactly what you're looking for."
"Will Dr. Nick scream at me and to Dr. Chaim if you bring her
along?"
"I don't think so. Fuck Dr. Nick anyway. Something's going on
with him. It was time for me to leave. Getting back, as long you
can guarantee Emily a 40 hour week for billables."
"That shouldn't be a problem, since she'll be handling two
caseloads at first; if she gets too busy, there's someone in town
besides Peggy who was trained years back and has been nagging me
for a job as a bodyworker."
"Why didn't she take one somewhere else, with another practice?"
"Because she's a native like me, and doesn't want to leave
Maine, that's why. I promised her I'd try to work her in,
eventually."
"Why didn't you offer her this full-time job that Peggy's
leaving is creating?"
He thought for a second before answering.
"Well, I don't know how to say this, she, she's a rather large
woman, and like it or not, when you have a male client base, you
have to be at least reasonably attractive. I was thinking I could
let this Amy . . . "
"Emily" I corrected.
"Let your Emily have the pick of clients for her 40 hours, I'll
help her determine which clients she should see, and then if any
billable slots were left open, I'll let Wanda have them."
Fucking sexist stupid pig. He evidently never bothered to read
the eyes-only discussion groups on the secured in-house PBI
system. If he had, he would know that many BBW therapists have
built up huge male client bases in many cases. Whatever. Stupid
misogynist asshole, if he is my new boss. Whatever.
"When did she go through the program?"
"Five or six years ago."
"I'll probably have to let you send her back to school then."
"But that would cost me money! Is there any other option, Eric?"
"Maybe Emily and Mary and I could work with her a bit, see how
much of it she's retained, but that time would be billable to the
practice. It might cheaper to send her back to school."
His face turned beet-red as he fumed over having to spend more
money, but he didn't get angry with me.
"Well, you and Mary and Emily working with her would probably be
cheaper than sending her back to school. We're getting off-track
in any case. So we're agreed now?"
I just raised my eyebrows in silent questioning.
"Doc and I will work out the remodeling of the office you say it
needs; you and Mary are on 50/50 compensation contracts,
-provided- that you can bring Emily up with you; agreed?"
I didn't tell him I already knew that Doc had twisted his arm
until it almost broke and had made him promise to give us each
$50K-yr-base salary/50% commission contracts plus standard benes
in any case. Being able to bring Emily up would just be a bonus
for me, since I still thought a lot of her, and still enjoyed
recreational after-hours sex with her, my love for Mary aside.
"As long as Emily gets her 40/50 contract, agreed."
"Agreed" as we shook hands and then he and Mary shook hands.
"Oh, one last thing. You know about the standard deal most
practitioners have with their surrogates?"
He was as transparent as cheap windowglass.
"Yeah. Like Dr. Nick had with Emily and a couple of other
surrogates. He'd see them once or twice a week as he pleased for
a 'nooner' or two."
"And it was never billable time, correct?"
Ghhhheessss-us, didn't this guy ever read the PBI management
bulletins that were regularly issued out, or talk with Doc or
other franchise holders?
"Correct. And you're asking?"
"Even though I know you and Mary are to be married, I still am
going to insist on some weekly time with her, and probably with
this Emily, too. I had a similar arrangement with both Peggy and
Marnie."
This was one thing among many about the profession I hadn't had
a chance to tell Mary about. I looked at her to gauge her
reaction. She was non-plused by his expectation.
"It is your right, unless Mary has a problem with it. Emily will
be cool with it"
"No Eric, my Husband-to-be, I don't have a problem, unless you
do."
"Nope, Honey, I don't. We are professional sex therapists, we
have sex with patients for our living, that's our job;
'servicing' Dr. Mike wouldn't bother me, unless it bothers you"
she shaking her head "no" in silent reply.
"Done then. I would like a quick blow job before we leave,
Mary."
Standing before her as she sat in the 60's vintage cheapo
plastic tub chair as the quiet mill of pedestrian traffic out on
State Street passed by the thin-curtained glass window-walls of
the old office building, she sucked him off quickly, he not
lasting two minutes. She told me later if that's all he wanted
she was almost going to be disappointed. Before finding PBI and
becoming a bodyworker, she had only been with two guys. During
training she had fucked and sucked maybe two or three dozen guys
total, but was eager to have more men, and women too, as
recreational sex partners outside of therapeutic situations. I
had never made my desire for other adult women and children of
both sexes a secret from her, so it's not like she was saying
something shocking to me.
Flying "home" the following day, Rockport was now my home in
reality, I drove Mary around Raleigh and Cary some, showing her
my old schools, my old hanging-out spots, things like that,
taking her by the Krispy Kreme on Person Street for some hot
doughnuts right off the line, something she had never had before
and almost had an orgasm from upon first bite.
I also took her by to meet my parents, introducing her as my
fiancée', which she was.
One of the most stupid things I had ever done was "come out" to
my parents about my "real job" two or three years back, after I
had been a bodyworker for a while and knew I'd stay in it as a
career. Up until then, I had told them I was just a massage
therapist which I had been until becoming a bodyworker. My mother
was horrified and my dad was disgusted with me, calling me a male
prostitute to my face. At least I had enough sense not to
mention that I worked mostly with children, they would have
freaked if they knew that, probably called the police on me, they
still thinking I worked mainly with adult women and a few men. It
had only been in the past few months that things had begun to
ease up with them.
I introduced them to Mary as my fiancée', and they both took to
immediately.
"So you're gonna make an honest man out of my slut of a son, now
are you, Mary?"
She looked sheepish and turned white before replying.
"I'm; I'm a polykinetic bodyworker, too, Mr. Woods."
Pop didn't change expression at all, neither did Mother.
"Well, that's just fine. What's the occasion? Blockhead here
doesn't come over much to see us unless there's something he
needs to tell us."
Might as well get it out.
"Mom, Dad, I'm leaving Dr. Nick's practice in Raleigh, and Mary
and I are moving up to Maine to take over a practice there, in a
town called Rockport, right on the coast, on up about an hour's
or so drive north of the New Hampshire stateline."
They sat back down hard in their chairs in the living room in
the modest old millhouse I had grown up in on Maywood Avenue on
the poor side of town in Raleigh.
"Whatever you think is best for you, Son, you're a grown man
now. You gonna at least have us up for the wedding?"
"Of course, Mr. And Mrs. Woods, of course we will!" my Mary
exclaimed with glee as she reached for and held Mom's hand as she
sat next to her.
"Well, good; I just want you to be happy, Son, that's all I've
ever wanted."
"I am Dad, I am."
"Well, you two gonna stay for supper?"
"We'd love to, Mr. Woods" my dearest sweetly replied.
"Nothing fancy, just meat and potatoes"
"Anything will be fine"
"You know how to cook, Mary?"
"A little, not much, I'm afraid."
"Why don't you help Mama in the kitchen some? I need to talk
with my son in private."
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
A young guy about my age was in Dr. Nick's office, sitting
across from his desk, rising to meet me as I came in. Dr. Nick
shook my hand and wished me well as this non-introduced gentleman
also shook my hand without it being offered to him. I had gone
his main office to pick up my last check, not wanting or needing
to see Dr. Nick, but he saw me out in the reception area and
waved for me to come in. Actually, it wasn't my last check, just
the current one. I'd be getting another check in a couple of
weeks, plus my bonus check at the end of the year.
"Eric, this is Chad Forestall; your replacement; I should say,
Chad's going to be running the 'new' practice in your, the new
building."
"Good the meet you, Chad" I unapologetically sneered at him "how
long have been a bodyworking therapist?"
"Oh, I'm not a bodyworker, Eric; I have a MBA from Duke and a
PhD in economics from Oxford; I'm a professional manager, Eric,
not a bodyworker."
"Have a seat, Eric, will you?"
This was a definitely oh-shit situation. But I owed Dr. Nick at
least five minutes.
"I have been recruiting Chad here ever since the move from
Chatham Street to Rex has been talked about, Eric. In hindsight,
I should have been more honest with you, told you that you
weren't going to be in charge and that I wanted to keep you on
staff as my straw boss yes but mainly as a therapist which is
what I know you love, but you seemed so thrilled at the prospect
of running things. I know now that you weren't. That's why you
left me, wasn't it, so you could be with your patients still?"
I didn't know what to say. Fucking hell. Yep, if he had only
been honest. My feelings would have been hurt sure, but things
would have been different, maybe for the better, maybe not.
"Yes, Dr. Nick, if you had been more honest, it would have been
better. I don't know; I think I was ready for a change. Then Mary
and I met and fell madly in love just days ago, and now we're
engaged."
"I know all about it. And I know that you've recruited Emily to
go to Rockport with you; Dr. Josewic called me yesterday and he
and I talked about that, that and other things."
"You have a problem with Emily going with us?"
"No, not at all. She leaves with my blessings."
"What other things did you and Dr. Mike talk about?" I should
have never asked that, but I was curious.
"He wanted to know more about you, of course. I told him the
truth; that you were stubborn as a mule, always thought you were
correct even when you weren't, that you had to get your own way
or you'd throw a childish tantrum and pout for weeks afterwards,
that your ego was so huge there wasn't any room for anyone
else's, things like that, things that precluded you from ever
becoming the new larger practice administrator. I also told him
that you were the best therapist, especially with adolescents and
pre-adolescents I had ever had the privilege to work with, that
you were as good a therapist as your reputation suggested, that
within a small practice your admin' skills would be fine, and
that you cared about the health and welfare of your patients
above all else, which drove a lot of your stubbornness and ego. I
also told him that if things didn't work out with him, that you
would always have a home with me and my practice, as my Senior
Therapist, no problem."
I didn't know whether to slap him, hug him, beat the crap out of
him, or suck his cock right then and there in his office. I stood
up from my chair, looked him square in the eye and shook his hand
firmly again with a "thank you, Dr. Samiatakis, for all the
support you've given me over the years; I can never thank you
enough."
Mary had been waiting in the reception area for me, and could
see I was deep in thought as we drove over to my old self-storage
place to sort through what junk I wanted to take with us.
"Anything wrong, Hon'?" she asked as I made my way down Western
Blvd. to the climate-controlled mini-warehouses.
"Nope, Dear, just thinking, that's all."
"'Bout what?"
" 'Bout our future together", she kissing me on the cheek as we
pulled into the parking lot of Climate Controlled Mini-Warehouse.
The boxes of my old clothes smelled musty and looked old. They
could stay, as could my old furniture and appliances that had
been in practice-paid storage for four years plus now. I fished
some old boots out, a couple of old jackets I thought I'd need
for the Maine winters, plus two or three boxes of old childhood
momentos which I wanted to keep. Signing out at the manager's
office, I told them to get rid of what was left in the cubicle.
They said "no problem". Then by the old house, the old 3-story
house which had been my home for the past four years, to pick up
my last little bit of personal stuff as well as Emily, who was
eager if not ready to leave with us to start her new life as
well.. I left the keys locked in my company car for someone to
retrieve later per prior instructions, calling a cab to take us
all to the airport. The airport, then to Maine, and our new life
together. Raleigh and Cary looked vaguely unfamiliar if not
strange as I looked out of the window of my window seat as our
plane banked a turn north towards Rockport and the future.
++++++++++++++++++++++++
Dr. Mike wasn't there to greet us as we landed at the airport in
Rockport, but Peggy was, she waving excitedly on the other side
of the gate to us as we disembarked.
"Hi Eric, Mary, glad to see you!" we shooting her a look of
puzzlement, she replying to unasked questions "Dr. Josewic hired
me back for thirty days to be your personal assistant, to help
you and Mary and . . . "
"Emily"
" . . . Emily here get adjusted to your new life. Anything you
want or need, ask, and I'll do my best to help you. Anything you
need right now?"
"Pee first, then dinner? And dinner being paid for with our new
company credit cards, as promised?"
"I've got your cards right here in my purse, and I drove your
new Jeep Cherokee over to pick you up, hope you don't mind; oh,
Emily, you'll be getting your new vehicle sometime next week, a
Honda Civic, correct"
"Uh-hu" she replied with weird warily look.
"I'm just so excited to be helping you guys!" our little miss
Peggy exclaimed as we made our way down the concourse to the
baggage claim area "I'm just so excited!"
Dinner at Maxie's Steakhouse down on a Front Street was
excellent, as was the view of the pier where the Scandinavian
cruise ships based there on Ocsac Bay Harbor were. Mary finished
off a twenty ounce New York Strip steak, salad, and three
brandies which she ordered and wasn't carded for. Peggy chatted
on and on about her growing up in Rockport, about all the neat
little things that she loved about it, about her past as a
massage therapist before becoming a bodyworker, shared gossip
about Dr. Mike and the three other therapists that she had worked
with in her six years with the practice now all gone, on and on
as we three listened and acknowledged but didn't say much back to
her.
Our new home looked a little different. Curtains in it had been
replaced, which I hadn't complained to Doc about, the carpets had
been cleaned, and things just tidied up in general. Mary and
mine's bedroom was to be what would have been the Master Bedroom
for the Victorian row house, actually three of them combined
together some decades back into one much larger home, up on the
second floor just off the stairwell. My office was next to our
bedroom, and in it was new computer desk and new computer atop
it, a coax cable running from it to a wall outlet and then up to
a broadband satellite hookup, Peggy said, which connected
directly to the PBI network hub in Roslyn Harbor, the satellite
also supplying regular cable programming to the house. Emily had
her choice of rooms from there. She picked the largest one up on
the third floor, next to would have been, I should say had been,
Peggy's room for the past six years, and which was to be for
thirty days more. That left six empty bedrooms. Dr. Josewic
always had planned on growing his practice to that many, that's
why there six treatment rooms in the treatment building annex
with room for a couple more, but things never worked out that
way.
"Your family of therapy models will be here in a week, they'll
take two of the other bedrooms. Did you want a separate bedroom
for your personal therapy model, Mary, Eric?"
Mary shot me a look of "what the hell is she talking about?"
Doc hadn't mentioned getting us a any therapy models, let alone
a whole family of them, let alone another therapy model for Mary
and I. Of course Mary knew what a therapy model was, she had met
Josie, my nine-year-old therapy model for Emily's and mine
practice who also slept with us at night, when she came down to
Raleigh, but still didn't know all the details and such.
"No, our therapy model will be sleeping with us, thanks."
"Sure. There's lots of extra bedrooms, should you change your
mind."
Downstairs was the kitchen in the rear and the living room in
the front, actually a converted foyer area since original
Victorian homes didn't have living rooms as we know them. Plus, a
smoking room slash "drawing room" off the living room, and a very
nice study complete with wall-to-wall glass-door-fronted
bookcases filled with old medical books and literary books almost
all bound in leather and bound collections of professional
magazines such as "The Journal Of Sexology" and "The SIECUS
Journal". And a new computer on an old oak desk "just in case you
want to work here instead of upstairs" Peggy mentioned an
executive leather chair in front of it.
"Anyone for ice cream? The chest freezer out on the backporch is
full of all kinds, you name it!" Peggy continued her banter. She
seemed so shy, painfully so, on our earlier visit, and seemed so
different, so confident and buoyantly happy, now. Go figure.
"No, thanks, we're all tired, thanks; we'll head on to bed
shortly" I replied for the three of us as we trudged back up the
stairs with out suitcases in tow, Peggy helping lug the extras up
as best she could.
"If any of you would like a little sex before bed, I'll oral you
as you please, let you come so you can sleep better, no problem."
We all looked at each other as we made our way to the top of the
stairs with "you've got to be fucking kidding us!" glances.
"That's okay, Peggy, we're all tired."
"Maybe tomorrow we all can have sex together? I've been looking
forward to it even since I met you."
"Maybe tomorrow, Peggy" Emily almost growingly intoned back at
her as she drug her suitcases up the stairwell further to the
third floor, Peggy following behind her lugging her other two.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
The phone rang on my red phone, the phone which was supposed to
be my private line, on the nightstand beside our bed at 6AM the
following morning, Saturday. It was Dr. Mike, and he was trying
to make a point. Fuck him.
"Good morning, Eric, hope you slept well."
"Yes I did, Dr. Mike, very well; this mattress is great, this
bed is great" my eyes opening and focusing on the forward posts
of our four-poster Victorian bed.
"Good. Why don't you fix yourself some breakfast, and have you
four met me at the office in an hour, seven-ish?"
"Why. Why?" I very sleepily replied, Mary not having begun to
awaken yet, softly snoring beside me.
"There's some things we need to go over."
"Why can't you come here?"
"The therapy annex, one hour, Eric, all of you be there."
Peggy fixed us all eggs and bacon as we sat around the table in
the breakfast nook off of the main kitchen which was also off the
main dining room as sipped our coffee, trying to wake up. We all
didn't like Dr. Mike's authoritative style, not one little bit,
but he was our boss now.
"Dr. Nick said I, we all could come back to Raleigh anytime we
wanted."
"No way, Eric!" Emily groused.
"No fucking way, Dear!" Mary shot back.
"I'd hate for you guys to leave without trying to make things
work out first" Peggy sweetly interjected as she dished out soft
scrambled eggs from the pan onto our plates.
"Oh, we're just bellyaching, we're not going anywhere, Peg'."
"Good, Eric; good!" she replied in her best cheerleading voice.
There were several work trucks parked in the rear and out front
of the office when we finished our ten minute walk to it,
arriving exactly at seven per Dr. Mike's command. A plumbing
truck, an electrician's truck, a carpet guy, three trucks from a
general contractor, a tile guy, you name it.
"I hope you know how much Dr. and Mrs. Chaim think of you, Eric"
Dr. Mike almost scolding me as he lead us through what amounted
to the gutting of and eventual reworking and rebuilding of the
inside of the office building, we having to wear hardhats because
of all the activity taking place.
"Yeah, I do, Dr. Mike, I 'do' know how much they think of me."
"They're paying for all this out of their own pocket. It's gonna
cost me two weeks billings."
"Yeah, all of a hundred dollars" I shot back angrily and
sarcastically.
"There's no reason to be angry with me, Eric; you're getting
what you want; Doc Chaim designed this, and the work will be done
by Monday of the following week. It looks like you'll be getting
a free week's vacation."
My mind raced.
"What about my patient caseload I was supposed to see this
week?" my main concern coming out,
"Doctor Chaim said he'd take care of all that. He's going to
call you around 10AM this morning and talk with you. You'll be
given the complete game plan then. This is what you wanted,
wasn't it, Eric?"
"Uh; yeah, sure."
"Peggy will stay and handle the guy clients for the next week at
an office in my main office, so Emily won't have to take up that
slack, unless she wants to. Seriously, why don't you and Mary and
Emily just take the week off, drive up the coast, drive into New
Hampshire or Vermont, just take some days off, just be back by
Sunday to start to work Monday. Doc Chaim and you can work those
other details out. Okay?" he asked over the whine of circular
saws cutting away at two by fours and ramset guns driving anchor
pins into concrete, the smell of fresh plaster coming from what
was to be the new wet room.
"Yeah, sure, fine, thank you, Dr. Mike, thank you!"
"You're welcomed!" he replied with unusual sincerity.
My friend, mentor, and yes I guess even father-figure, old Doc
Chaim, called me promptly on my red phone precisely at 10AM.
Peggy was going over her and Marnie's current caseload with Emily
in my study next to my bedroom up on the second floor. Mary was
sitting with me on the couch holding my hand as we watched some
movie on HBO on the 54" TV, similar to the one we had in Cary
down in the living room on the first floor. Hearing the
distinctive "brring-brring-be-rrrnnggg!" bell on the red phone in
my first floor study, I darted off the couch to answer it,
knowing it was probably Doc.
"Well, what do you think, Eric?"
"About what, Doc?"
He just guffawed laughing at me.
"About the price of freaking tea in china. What do you think I
mean? I mean about the remodeling of your therapy building, silly
goose!"
"Oh, that; thanks so much for paying for it, Doc; I know Dr.
Mike would have never paid for it. And thanks for using your pull
and getting it done so quickly."
"Not a problem, my boy. What did you think of Peggy's blowjob
last night?"
"Hu? I mean, we, I was, too tired, we went to bed" sneaky SOB,
he had asked her to do that for us.
"You really should have her do you and Mary and Emily all, she's
one of the best cock-suckers and cunt-eaters ever, trust me on
this."
"Uh, I will Doc, later. Dr. Mike said you have a bunch of stuff
to go over with me?"
"Yes, Eric. You downstairs? There should be pens and legal pads
in the upper right-hand drawer of your desk. Get a pad out and
start making notes, please."
First he told me that he was having a cellphone delivered by
lunchtime to me along with all accessories, and that from now on
I wasn't to go to the bathroom literally without having this
cellphone with me. It was a PBI special, one like certain
government agencies use, one with a built-in voice
scrambler/encoder/decoder where no one could intercept our calls.
Mary and Emily would also be getting similar cellphones, and they
had to keep them in their respective purses at all times. "This
BS of having you out of contact with me when I need you is coming
to an end, right now", he knowing that I hated cellphones and
pagers.
Next we talked about my patients that I should have been seeing
next week. He told me if I really wanted a caseload next week I
could fly in to Roslyn and do them from the main PBI complex, but
he suggested I take the week off and take it easy, that things
would be fine without me working for a week. I accepted his offer
and advice graciously. He told me that he'd handle rescheduling
from his end, that I/we didn't have to do anything, and this
would be better for most of my patients anyway, having time to
reschedule their coming up, their relocating from temp quarters
in Cary and Raleigh, or them otherwise making it to their
appointments. I understood his logic.
Then came the new office building, or I should say the
remodeling thereof. No big issues there, except one room was
specifically going to be a double purpose one for photography and
would be wired for medical telemetry, so medical data could be
taken of and from certain patients.
"A similar room had been built in to your new building near Rex"
he explained "I'll send you a packet of information about
everything next week, and I'll send someone from here in a couple
of weeks to spend some time with you explaining how all the
instrumentation will work and what it's to be used for. By the
way, how do you like your new residence?"
"Just fine, Doc, though I do wish we had an elevator; going up
and down the stairs sometimes hurts my bad knee."
"I didn't even think of that! Sorry, Eric. If you're going to be
gone next week, I'll have to see about getting you at least a
light duty passenger elevator installed. No promises, there might
not be room for it, but I'll try."
"Hu? Gee, thanks Doc!"
Next came our therapy models. I was to be getting an entire
family of them to use as I saw fit within my practice, a family
consisting of a father, mother, and two daughters ages of 8 and
13. Plus I would also be getting a boy of 8 that wasn't related
to them. Doc knew I liked having a young female therapy model for
most of the time when a therapy model was called for with
pre-pubescent patients, and that I liked for her to sleep with my
therapy partner and I at night in our bed.
"Will that be a problem, Doc?"
"What do you think, Eric? Silly boy."
He went on to explain that they had been therapy models for a
practice out in Los Angeles for a couple of years, and just
wanted out, just wanted to find some place nicer.
"They'll all be settled in by the time you get back this coming
Sunday."
My Sweetie sauntered in and stood beside me as my conversation
with Doc continued, Doc and I discussing the seeming hundreds of
details about what was to come and expected to come, my Sweetie
kneeling before me and trying to playfully get my cock out of my
pants as I talked.
Our conversation finished as Mary started sucking my cock. I
remembered what Doc said about Peggy, about how an incredible
oral-ler of both men and women she was, and told Mary we should
have her come down and do us and Emily.
"You think a stranger is going to suck and fuck my future
husband in our new house before I do? No way, Mr. Eric Woods, no
way. Now gimme that cock!"
We went back into the living room and lay on the couch, she
sucking me hard then jumping on top to fuck me. I could feel her
tampon inside, she having started last night, but neither one of
us cared. I grabbed her boobs as she rode me, lightly slapping
them as I had found out she liked.
Emily and Peggy came down the stairs to us fucking away.
"Well, it's about time!" Peggy gleefully cried as she came over
to suck on Mary's boobs and Emily joined as well, kissing me as
my dearest friend in the whole world other than my Mary and
playing with Mary's cunt and my cock as Mary fucked me.
"Doc told me that Peggy here is one the best cocksuckers and
cunteaters he's ever run across" I said to both my ladies and no
one in particular "let's see!"
Mary flipped off of me as I sat up, Peggy quickly stripping and
assuming the position kneeling before me. Doc wasn't kidding. She
gave head like her tongue was made of muscular but warm and soft
and gooey marshmallows. I tried to think of I had ever felt a
tongue like that, had gotten head like this, but couldn't think
of anyone else off hand who had given me such a warm fuzzy
blowjob; a true talent! It was as nice was Doc promised. I came
in her mouth and she didn't lose a drop, my hard staying, that
being the result of four years of taking MascuStat male birth
control pills.
Then she made her way over to Mary. Mary's eyes rolled to the
back of her head and she came again and again and again within a
couple of minutes. Leaving 'My Love' in a puddle of cyprinne
G-spot come strictly from her tonguing of her mixed in with her
menstrual fluid on the leather couch, she then duck-waddled over
to Emily and proceeded to give Emee an anal tonguebath from hell,
Emee grabbing Peggy's hair and forcing her even harder into her
bottom, crying out "suck my ass dammit, suck my ass!" as Mary and
I cuddled next to them inches away from a scene which would give
a jaded sex surrogate like me an even more raging hard-on, which
it did.
Finishing up with Emee, Peggy made her way over back to me with
a "Doc also told me about you, Eric; he says you're one of the
absolute best straight fucks any woman can ever have; Mary, if
you don't mind"
"I don't mind, Peggy, not after that head you just gave me!" she
teased.
"I want your fiancée' to stick that hard-on in my pussy and fuck
me until he makes me beg him to stop!"
No problem!
Having her kneel on the couch, I just shoved it in sans foreplay,
she being wet as hell from giving head to all of us and obviously
enjoying it as much as we did, as Mary and Emily played with her
some to help keep her hot. I gave her my best shot for an hour
and then my knees, especially my bad knee, started to hurt a
little from all the kneeling, so I simply pulled it out and
immediately shoved it into her ass, grabbing her plump but not
too-plump rounded asscheeks and just driving it home, she having
an orgasm so strong it made her whole body shudder with delight,
she screaming then crying into the sofa as her face lay flat her
ass high on it.
"You are the absolute best, Eric, just like Doc Chaim told me
you would be."
Getting up and coming back with a wet washcloth and some towels,
Peggy kissed me on the lips whispering "thank you!" to me once
more as Mary and Emee began playing with each other next to me.
Emily took one of the towels and slid it under Mary's butt and
fished her tampon out and just clamped down on my fiancée's
bleeding pussy.
"I'm not as good as Peggy here" she half-jokingly apologized to
Mary.
"No one is as good as Peggy is, Emily."
"But I -am- pretty good; enjoy, my friend."
I knew that Emily enjoyed period sex with other women, both
giving and receiving
Peggy played with my cock as we sat beside each other and
watched. She looked at me and smiled, and I smiled back, she
flipping around to sit in my lap, my cock easing inside her once
again. Her pussy wasn't bad, either. We just rocked and rolled
for a few minutes before Emily gave Mary a couple of nice little
orgasms, then moved over to us, her face still red from Mary's
period blood.
Peggy spreading her legs as she straddled me, facing away from
me as we sat on the couch, Emily began licking Peggy and me as we
fucked and My Love looked on, smiling at us. Mary leaned over and
kissed me as Peggy fucked me and Emily licked us. Ahhhh, perfect.
This was the life. This is my life. Perfect. No man could ask for
more.
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The three of us, Mary Emily and I, left for our mini-vacation
the following morning. Emily was thinking aloud about coming back
early, maybe Thursday or Friday, and Me Love and I would wait
until Saturday or Sunday to come back home. Yes, "home". Raleigh
was becoming a distant memory more and more each day, and
Rockport was becoming home.
We made our way up the coast of Maine slow and easy. "The girls"
spent almost two thousand dollars of my money, ahhemm, "our"
money at all the outlet stores in Freeport, at Saks 5th Ave., at
Bloomingdale's, at Hermes, you name it, each big-name retailer
had an outlet shop in Freeport, and my girls spent some of my
money in almost all of them. Which took two days of looking and
buying! That was okay, we were on vacation, and they didn't go
apeshit crazy, even though they knew I had money in the bank and
didn't care if they spent it. Just mostly shoes and handbags and
few tops and such.
At night, we three made soft, easy love. Emily and I having been
therapy partners for two years plus during the day and lovers by
night knew each other much more well than Mary and I did, but
Mary was okay with that and understood, she and I having known
each other less than a month at that point. And every night, Emee
gave my Mary at least an hour or two of head, sucking her
bleeding cunt for all she was worth, Mary being surprised about
how much her period turned Emily on.
In Johnstown, we found a little old leather shop with lots of
equestrian stuff including the nicest little thin leather buggy
whip you've ever seen. Mary asked if I'd buy it for her. I said
yes, but only if she wanted me to use it on her. She just
grinned. And use it for the rest of the trip we did, her rump
staying nicely lightly welted and red from our "workouts". We
knew she couldn't have welts on her rump during therapy with
patients, so we promised ourselves to quite using it on Friday.
We made our way up the coast to Calais at the US/Canadian
border, then scooted over to St. Stephen's just across the line
just say I could say I had been to Canada.
Making our way back down the coast on Saturday, sometimes
getting on I-95 to save time sometimes getting back on Old US 1
for the scenery, we saw a sign on US 1 that read "Booth Bay /
Historic Booth Bay Lighthouse / Next Left", so we took it and
were rewarded by a spectacular sight, a short (as compared to the
Cape Hatteras Lighthouse in North Carolina) but pretty lighthouse
at the end of a 1/4 mile long or long and narrow rocky peninsula.
At the end of it, at the base of the lighthouse, a couple of
families were picnicking. Mary and I looked at each other and
read each other's minds.
"This is where I want to marry you, Miss Fiason-Hewitt."
"This is where I want to marry you, Mr. Woods."
"This is where I want the two of you to marry me!" Emily
quipped, only half-joking I believe.
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We spent the night in Ambrose Port about an hour away from
Rockport, arriving home around 8AM on Sunday morning. Making our
way first to the half-bath adjacent to the living room on the
first floor, we then went to the kitchen to find Peggy busily
fixing a large breakfast and our therapy model family seated at
the dining room table in the dining room off the main kitchen,
The Goulds, Mr. and Mrs. David and Janice Gould and their two
daughters Gail the oldest at 13 and "JB" the youngest at age 8.
Also seated was Master Skipper (yes, his real name!) LeRoy, our
8-year-old male therapy model.
The Gould family all got up to give us three warm hugs and
polite introductions. Master Skipper also got up to hug us, but
seemed a little tense.
"Mr. Woods" the father, David, began.
"Eric, call me Eric, please; and this is my fiancée' and therapy
partner Mary, and my long-time previous partner and associate
Emily."
"Eric, Emily, Mary, it's so good to be here; we've heard so much
about you, Mr. Woods"
"Eric"
"Eric, that we consider this to be such a genuine honor that
you've chosen us to be your therapy model family."
"Actually, Dr. Chaim choose you for me, but I trust his judgment
implicitly."
Looking a little puzzled and even taken back a little for a
moment, David, Mr. Gould continued "In any case, we're so
thrilled to be here. I know we'll serve you well in our
capacities. Like you, our primary concern is always the welfare
of your patients. I assume that you'd like to see me and Janice
in private and do a kinetic check?"
"Yes, but we're starved, we just got back from our vacation, and
if I eat one more lobster roll I think I'm going to become a
freak-king lobster, but we haven't eaten breakfast yet, and
Peggy here is proving herself to be a great cook among being
excellent at many other things" Peggy just taking a half-bow in
half-mocking-jest, we all politely laughing softly in response.
Over breakfast, The Goulds told us about how they were recruited
to be a family of resident therapy bodyworking models. About five
years ago, Janice had a bout of severe vaginismus and vulvadinia,
a bout so severe that it threatened their marriage. A homeopathic
physician cured her vulvadinia, and for her vaginismus
recommended a psychiatrist friend of his whom he knew had a
bodyworking adjunct practice. It took six long months, including
use of both male and female therapy models in addition to male
and female therapists, for her to get over her reflexive
spasmodic vaginismus, but once she was cured, "she became a
totally new person" according to her husband Dave. At that point,
some weeks later, Janice approached her hubby about them offering
themselves as therapy models to the same practice that cured her.
Dave wasn't sure about it, but eventually consented. After a
couple of months on the payroll, they eventually approached the
practice about having their kids also become therapy models, too.
Their chief referring psychiatrist then sent the entire family to
a weekend "tryout" for lack of a better term, I as part of my
duties as a Senior Therapist normally doing several such
"tryouts" and "conditionings" of potential therapy models per
month, and to make a long story short, they "passed", and became
a resident family of therapy models at another larger practice in
the LA metro area.
I told them a bit about me, but they knew a lot already, having
been given my short bio through the PBI system. With things
happening so crazy the past couple of weeks, their bios hadn't
had a chance to catch up with me. Hell, until I saw them in my
dining room just that morning, I wouldn't have known them if
they'd bitten me on my ankles. Doc does know how to choose well
for me, he always has.
They had also seen Mary's very short bio, being impressed by her
two degrees from Yale as everyone else usually is too, and had
read Emily's as well, they asking her questions about her two
years as my therapy partner, especially concerning my use of
pre-adolescent therapy models used with pre-ad' patients, their
children not paying us adults much mind.
"I know that you concentrate on pre-pubescent patients, and use
models of the same age range typically, Eric; do you think you'll
have many slots for Gail to participate in?" her mother asked.
"I'm not sure, Janice, but considering how pretty and nicely
formed Gail is for her age, maybe Emily could use her some with
her predominately older male clientele base from time to time."
"That would be nice of you, Eric."
Breakfast finished up quietly as Peggy began moving dishes off
the table. It was a true godsend having her as our personal
assistant. I caught her in the kitchen and asked her if she had
ever done a kinetic response check of a therapy model before. She
replied in all her years with Dr. Mike, Dr. Mike had always been
too damn cheap to let her or any other therapist use a therapy
model, even when was clearly called for by Dr. Mike's own
diagnosis, and the patient would have paid for it. I told her
that Emily and I were going to do kinetic response checks on the
Goulds shortly, and I'd like for her to sit in and watch and
learn. She kissed me on the cheek to thank me.
Up in a spare bedroom, we did the parents, David and Janice,
first. They had been through this before and I wasn't concerned
they'd show any negative reactions. Just routine for all us,
except for Mary and Peggy.
Emily and I sat on the edge of the bed and had them strip before
us, Peggy and Mary watching the proceedings from the end of the
room as they sat in some old carved wingback chairs on either
side of the dresser. They each then did quarter and eighth turns
a couple of rotations, so we could clearly observe their bodies,
looking for anything that concerned on interested us They then
turned away from us, bent over, and spread their asscheeks to
each of us in turn. As they did, Emily and I slipped on latex
gloves. Not as a universal safe sex precaution, everyone present
being so thoroughly checked for all diseases that it was a moot
concern, but as a way of saving some time, saving clean-up time
as such. I examined Janice's anal cavity as she bent forward away
me, grabbing her knees as she stood, as Emee did the same to
David; then we switched. When you're a professional bodyworker or
therapy model that is used by them, there is no such thing as
homophobia by either gender.
Having our models turn around, we stood before them and groped
them all over, from head literally to toe, watching to see even
the most minor tells on uncomfortability on their parts, tells
such as an involuntary muscle shake somewhere, a quick cough, an
unexpected giggle, things like that. Things which in a therapy
situation with a live patient could break the momentum of a
therapeutic action series and potentially hurt the recovery of
our patient. Things which can't be tolerated in a clinical sexual
therapy setting.
After a full-body grope, they lay down on the bed. As I sucked
David hard, Emee gave Janice some head and then frigged her pussy
and then her asshole again with a lubed latex gloved hand, just
enough for both again to check reactions, then I rolled a condom
on my cock (again, primarily to save clean-up time), lubed it up
a bit, and having David draw his legs up some as he got on all
fours, entered his ass for just a few strokes. I could tell he
enjoyed everything for their own sakes. Then I had David do the
same to me, in the same sequence, as Janice reversed roles with
Emily, Emee and I both watching each other's respective partners
as well as our own for those tell-tale-tells.
Then we switched. I gave Janice head, frigged her pussy and ass,
then fucked both, then had her give me head with her juices still
fresh on me. Emee gave David head, had him give her head, had him
fuck her pussy and ass and then pussy again (switching condoms
between times, of course), then suck her pussy once more, then
kissing him hard on the lips to share their juices. We then had
them do a couple of standard position fucks with each other. No
problems. They passed.
"Peggy, Mary, would you like to do anything with them before
they get dressed? I asked, they shaking their heads "no".
The girls, their daughters, were next. Every therapist does
kinetic body checks a little different with different models and
ages of models, and I'm no different.
Having them strip, we did our full-body gropes, then had them
jump on the bed with us. With blood sisters especially, you need
to check their responses with and for each other, since they
might be used together in a given situation. I had the older one,
Gail, give her younger sibling, JB, some easy head, then had them
switch, then do a sixty-nine with each other, as best they could,
considering Gail was almost a full foot taller than her sister.
Emily took JayBee to one side of the bed and I took Gail to the
other. Emily had JB suck her tits, pussy, and then asshole as
well, JB seemingly relishing it all, then Emee did her in turn as
well. I had Gail suck me harder and then crawled on top of her,
trying to crowd "her space" as much as I could, getting my hot
breath in her face to honestly try to push her limits if she had
any a little. If she was in a therapy session and the therapist
had a male patient do the same to her, she had to be able to take
not just sexual but intimate closeness. Sucking her neck and then
her earlobe, she moaned slightly, not tensing up at all as we
fucked, her smallish but pert young breasts being flattened into
my chest by my weight atop her. She flipping to all fours, I
assfucked her just enough to make sure she was comfortable with a
grown man doing that to her. Then Emee and I switched partners.
With Peggy and Mary watching intently from the foot of the room,
Emee put Gail through her paces, insisting Gail shove her tongue
up her ass for a bit, as JB (for "Joosteema Beulah", no wonder
everyone calls her "JB"!) and I did our thing. The main thing
with pre-pubescent female therapy models is to check for oral,
anal, and vaginal capacities regarding adult male organs. She
didn't have any trouble taking my cock to about 3" deep insider
her mouth, enough. Her vagina was surprisingly tight even for her
age, considering the number of adult male patients she had been
used with, I thought the barrel of it would have reflexed open
more by all her prior activity, but apparently not; I couldn't
get but a little more than half my length inside her, no matter
how much lube I used or what position I put her in. Her anus, on
the other hand, took my length to its fullness, something not
really surprising, since anal passages even in young girls are
usually long enough to be able to do that. She almost purred as I
slowly assfucked her.
"Peggy, Mary, care to play with our models some?"
I didn't have to ask. Both were already nude and standing beside
the bed before I looked down to the end of the room and they
weren't there, being beside us instead. Jumping on the bed with
us, they both began a freeplay time with the girls. Emee and I
backed off a little, watching. Mary in particular was fascinated
with JB. I knew Mary had been exposed therapeutically to young
girls during her training, so this wasn't anything new for her.
Mary's right hand and fingers slowly played with JB's bare pussy,
two fingers working inside her, Mary enjoying it as much as JB
was, as JB sucked on Mary's closest bare breast. Peggy was going
down on Gail in the meantime, Gail literally grabbing the sheets
clenching both fists tight from passion as Peggy did her oral
magic on her, Gail also clenching her teeth and trying to keep
from crying out in excess passion, clearly thinking this was part
of her kinetic check (it wasn't, it was freeplay) and that she
shouldn't show much if any response to Peggy's clearly superior
cunnilingus.
"Go ahead and enjoy it, Gail, Peggy is that good, we all know
it" I stage whispered to her, Gail bursting out with an genuine
"aaarrrggghhhh!!!!" as she came two or three times within
seconds of each other, Peggy smiling as her young minion went
limp underneath her.
Master Skipper LeRoy was different, as are all pre-pubescent or
even post-adolescent male therapy models. I don't care what
anyone else tells you, I've been with hundreds of young boys as
therapy patients and many as therapy patients, and even if
they're seemingly completely comfortable in most situations, they
are -very- different from therapy model girls of the same age,
and you have to treat them different, kinetically check them
different.
We had him do the usual stand and rotate for us, as was the
usual groping of him as he stood. Then Emee bade him up on the
bed, and I backed off for a few minutes. She sucked him, had him
give her head, had him play with her boobs as he wished, had him
play with her pussy as he wished, seemingly giving -him-
control over a lot if not most of the situation. That's the
difference. With girls, an adult, male or female, can pretty much
take and assume control of the situation; in fact, if you don't,
they won't respond as needed to a kinetic check. But with young
boys, you must present at least the illusion of some choice and
control. Sucking his little cock until it reached its 3" to 4"
length, she lay flat and had him enter her, he clearly enjoying
that. Then, before he could have his pre-pub' come (yes, a child,
any child, regardless of age, can and often do have orgasms,
sometimes fluid-emitting, often not), nodded for me to come over.
I still hadn't read his bio fully so I had to wing it.
"Hi, Skipper."
"Hi Eric."
"Have you been through a kinetic bodycheck before?"
"Yeah, a couple of times."
"Have you been with many adult males during therapy sessions?" I
continued as my hand lazily found his still erect cock as we sat
cross-legged on the bed from each other.
"Uh, yeah; it's in my file; I don't know how many, but yeah,
lots."
"Anything about being with a man that you don't like or are
afraid of?"
"Aahhh, no, not really, not unless he has a really, really big
one, nope."
"Let's begin, shall we?"
First I lay back and had him masturbate me, to check on his
technique. Contrary to fantasy speculation, a lot of times with
an adult male patient or couple all that's required of a boy
therapy model is some sexual touching and usually a little oral
giving. His eight-year-old hands were practiced, and worked by
cock expertly. I just lay back for a moment and enjoyed it. Mary
slid beside me to watch the proceedings more closely, but didn't
interfere with my kinetic check of young Skipper.
Then I had him suck me, which he did pretty well. Mary seemed
fascinated by this too, watching his smallish mouth take my
fairly large member as deeply as he could. Peggy having sat back
down at the foot of the bed also watched with interest.
Nudging him off me, I lay beside him and took his member in my
mouth. Mary looked like she wanted to join me, but didn't,
knowing this was business with him, not personal. Personal could
and would come later. He responded well to my mouth,
appropriately. Then slipping a latex finger cot on his dick, a
standard condom of course being way too big, I got on all four
and had him enter me for a couple of minutes, then he taking my
place and I entering him, his anus blossoming open well and easy
to the touch of my cock. Then it was over, but not before both
Mary and Peggy got a taste of his young cock, and both let him
play with their boobs and pussies some as he wished. Ah, what a
life, what life.
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I found the Goulds in their bedroom. They had chosen one for
themselves upstairs on the third floor where Peggy's and Emily's
was . That left only one spare bedroom free on the third floor.
"The girls have chosen one across the hall from you. By your
file, we saw where you'd probably want JB as your primary model
and also a sleeping partner for you and Mary."
"Is that okay with you folks?"
"Of course it is, Eric; we are a 'model family', pardon the pun"
David replied "with their room right across the hall from yours,
JB can just dart over and see her sister as she likes, they are
very close as sisters."
"Yes, that's obvious" Mary replied as we sat down in a couple of
old ladderback chairs near the vanity across from the bed in
their room as they sat on the edge of their bed.
"How is Skipper related to you?"
David shot me an unintended look that yelled "haven't you read
our damn files yet?!?"
"He's not. He was assigned to us shortly after we became a
therapy model family, and has been with us ever since. He's an
orphan, doesn't have any living relatives at all. He's become
almost like a son to us. We've even talked about adopting him,
maybe sometime soon in the future. Oh, while we enjoy doing
recreational with our girls and often do so, Janice and I both
prefer Skipper, he's usually our sleeping partner. Of course,
anytime you and Mary wish him as a sleeping partner for
yourselves, we are all at your disposal, including Skipper."
Yeah, like I didn't know that, but I didn't want to be rude or
call obvious dibs.
"Oh, Mary and I will enjoy Skipper occasionally, but as you know
I prefer younger ladies as our third, though the longer I stay as
a therapist the more I've learned to enjoy young boys as well."
"As it should be" Janice replied with unusual thoughtfulness and
perspective.
"Well, we don't mean to be rude, but we're just back from
vacation and have already had to start working on this Sunday,
and have got a ton of catching up to do before we all begin
tomorrow; Peggy usually let's everyone grab their own lunch, but
feel free to ask her if you'd like something special fixed; she's
her as your assistant as well as ours, and she gives the very
best head, by the way, to both sexes."
"We found that out last week!" Janice smiled.
"Mary and I will be in the study next to our bedroom if you need
us; we're looking forward to working with you; ciao!"
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We opened the door between our bedroom and the office next to
it, just in case anyone stuck their head in looking for us, and
began slogging through all the paperwork. Then I heard my
cellphone faintly beep. Damn! I had left it in the kitchen, and
just knew it was Doc calling. Racing to our brand-new courtesy of
Doc recently installed while we were on vacation small but
functional elevator, the damn thing was on the first floor and I
couldn't wait the sixty seconds for it to come up, I flew down
the stairs and grabbed the phone off the table. It was Doc, and I
had answered after over twenty or more rings.
"I should scold you, Eric, I told you to keep the phone with you
at all times, but I won't; just do better, keep it closer to you;
busy now?"
"Nope, just got through kinetically checking the Goulds and
Skipper."
"Everything fine?"
"Sure, they're excellent; you always do know exactly what I
need, Doc."
"Couple of things, my boy. Have you been by the office yet, and
have you reviewed your patient files yet?"
"No, and no."
"You need to do both today, ASAP."
"I know, I will."
"I think you'll love your new office. Peggy, by the way, is
going to be your new office assistant there as well. The old
receptionist will still be there, but Peggy is to be your and
Mary's constant companion, constantly present assistant 24 hours
a day. You okay with that?"
"Sure Doc. She's very nice, not at all what she seemed like the
first time we met her, not shy or reserved at all."
"Feel free to use her as a therapist or therapy model too, Eric,
if you think you need to, though with the Goulds, with Janice and
the girls . . . "
"I know. What about my patients?"
"All but two of your regular ones will be able to make the
transfer up to Rockport. You'll see my notes to you in a letter
to you in the files I sent, and I've also sent you a copy of it
in email."
"Email? Shit, Doc, I haven't checked my email in a week, sorry!"
"It's okay, I told you to go on that vacation, remember?"
"What about Emily?"
"Well, all that's in my notes to you too. As you know, she's
taking over the adult male section of the practice from Peggy and
from whats-her-name that left; please review her files closely
too, Eric; keep in mind she's been working with kids with you for
the past two years and even though she wants this transfer to the
adult male clientele, she'll need your support."
"She's a close friend as well as colleague, Doc, you know I'll
be there for her."
"I know. How's everything else, excited about this new life
you're creating for you and Mary?"
"You know I am. Mary and I found the perfect spot to be married,
found where want to be married at, a lighthouse on a spit of land
up the coast; you -are- coming to my wedding, aren't you, Doc?"
"Eric. Eric." he took several deep breaths then exhaled what he
wanted to say "you're like a son to me, more than you know. Of
course I'll be there."
Stunned silence on my part. He called me his "son". Damn. I knew
he felt close to me, liked me, but damn, damn, damn, damn. I took
a few deep breaths of my own.
"You're like a second Dad to me too, Doc. I feel closer to you
than I do my own Dad."
"That probably because I fucked you in the ass during your
training literally under me, my boy!" Doc joked, we both laughing
from tension released.
Then silence for a couple of moments before I broke it.
"Well, I do have a long day, need to get to these files and go
see the new place. Talk to you soon!"
My head was swimming from what Doc just told me, swimming in
nice ways. I still didn't know what to make of it. I took the
elevator back upstairs and grabbed the Jeep Cherokee keys and
pulled at Mary to come with me as I pressed the buttons on the
new intercom system to find out where Peggy was at, she being in
the basement fiddling with something with the boiler. "Meet me
downstairs in a couple of minutes, please" she asking but I not
telling her what I wanted. Hell, -I- didn't know what I wanted.
Throwing her the keys, I told her I just wanted her to drive us
around Rockport some and show us some more of her neat places.
She drove us around, she in the front seat me and my love in the
back, for about an hour, pointing out this place and that place
as a guide on a tour bus would. Then she stopped and asked us to
get out and follow her. The signs on this side street near our
house clearly said "No Parking" but she didn't care. She almost
skipped skipping steps ahead of us as she lead us into what
looked like a large vacant lot between two 1920's era old tract
houses, a vacant lot with a sturdy wrought iron fence around it
and several "No Trespassing" signs wired to it, and an old
wrought iron park bench at the back of it. I didn't want to get
in trouble, but she replied with her now customary aplomb that
"she knew the owner, so we wouldn't get in trouble."
The park bench at the back faced away from the road, and I
couldn't figure out why at first, not until we walked up to it,
at the back edge of the empty lot, and saw the most spectacular
overview of Rockport possible, including a view to the right of
the marshy part of the small yacht basin that we had a view of
from our house. Truly spectacular view, if it was of downtown
mostly. Still, with the sea and marsh to the right and the hear
of the city to its left, a great view. Mary and I sat down on the
bench and cuddled close in the creeping fall chill (Jes', it does
get colder quicker in Maine than in North Carolina!), Peggy
sitting and cuddling close to me on my opposite side. I didn't
mind. Neither one pried and asked me what was wrong, why I just
wanted to get out and see the city a bit. Good thing, too,
because I wouldn't told them.
"I just love this view!" I pronounce to no one in particular, no
one in particular answering me back, either. Just blissful,
peaceful, happy silence between my love of my life, me, and our
new friend. We soaked the view up for a good half hour before my
stomach rumbled loudly and broke the mood, both of my girls
laughing at me when it did.
Back in the Jeep, Peg took us to a pizza place near the office
where acting as our assistant had set up an account that billed
the practice, one of several she had done so at places near the
office, most of whom also delivered. Mary got a small garbage
pizza and Peg and I shared a large sausage and Canadian bacon
with extra cheese one. And the sweet tea was perfect, the best
iced tea I'd had outside of North Carolina. "C'mon, you two
procrastinators, time for your orientation!" Peggy sweetly
ordered as she hustled us out the door and to the Jeep, driving
us the few blocks over to our newly remodeled office.
Fishing a badge on a strap from an envelope dug out from under
the front seat, she similarly gave us similar photo ID badges
like our old ones we used to have at the old place, standard ones
like all PBI-trained therapists are issued. The new ones read
"Dr. Josewic & Associates, Rockport, ME" and then our names and
titles. My title read "Practice Manager / Senior Therapist".
Cool.
She also handed us the keys to the Jeep, showing us which other
key on the ring was for the front door, back door, emergency side
door exit, etc. After turning both keyed locks at the front door,
one had just ten seconds to flash their badge in front of an
optical card reader three paces to the left of the door, that or
all hell would break loose. She explained all the details about
the security system, which was as tight as the damn Pentagon.
Nice.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
The place itself I didn't recognize. A now much smaller waiting
area that had chairs and couches for about ten to twelve people,
but all new furniture, real solid wood stuff. The windows around
the building all had been replaced by taller, narrower ones with
triple pane glass, and I could clearly see the security wire
between the panes. And the windows had both vertical blinds and
real, new drapes made from thick imprinted fabric! Doc did have
good taste. The reception area was kind of between an "L" and "U"
shape, with two doors leading apparently to two different
corridors. "One side is for adults, and one side is for child
patients" Peggy explained as if she needed to, the basic design
being similar to our old one at the old Chatham Street place, the
thick glass window at the receptionist alcove being at a "L" to
be able to see both the front door and the reception area.
Flashing her badge at another card reader at the left side door,
the door automatically opened. Down the hall the first room was a
framed but doorless playroom area for small children filled with
pre-age-8 or so toys and then a smaller area within with a door
with a mostly glass front with a non-locking lock on it and a TV,
Ninetendo, Sony Playstation, computer, and many other electronic
toys for older kids inside, a place where they could escape any
noisy younger neighbors while waiting. Across from that was an
open small break room area with a coin-less Coke machine, a frig,
a microwave, and a wire rack similar to what was used in therapy
room filled with all kinds of snacks. To the side of the
breakroom was a unisex bathroom with two toilets inside stalls, a
male urinal, two lavatories and a small shower. Across from the
eight foot wide or so hall next to the kids playroom was a door
marked "Private" with a card reader next to it. Peggy flashed it
and it opened Sesame.
Inside, immediately to the right of that in a narrow foyer was
another door with another card reader, which lead to the
receptionist' desk and area, where all the old paper files were
also kept as well. A security monitor rotated images of three
views of the reception area, one image each of each hallway, and
then a series of images from angles outside the building, both
facing it and facing away from it. In the wake of 9/11 and the
feverance of the New Puritanism too, Doc wasn't taking any
chances. Back out in the tiny foyer, Peggy flashed the card
reader and the other woodstained unmarked door opened up, she
looking at Mary with a sheepish "I'm sorry, Hon', but you'll have
to wait out here." I gave Peggy a very stern, almost angry look.
"I'm; I'm sorry Eric, but you know the rules, you know what Doc
says; only you and your assistant are supposed to have access to
your office."
I thought for a moment, calming down, before replying."
"I like you a lot, Peggy, and you're great as my assistant, but
I'm in charge, and if I want my future wife to have access to my
private office, she -will- have access, or I will call Doc
right now; I'm in charge, not you, understand?" she looking
almost fearful as I motioned Mary to follow me in.
Inside was pretty much what I expected. A nice desk, a nice
standard computer networked to the PBI system with a separate
card reader that allowed access to it, and a to the right of that
a bank of several color monitors that flashed all the images from
the security cameras that were also piped to the receptionist,
yes, but also another series of a small wall of monitors that
showed at least three rotating angles in each therapy room plus
the other treatment rooms plus full audio for each.
"This, Mary, is what you weren't supposed to see, what is kept
secret from every therapist unless and until they're made a
manager, that as manager or senior therapist you can sit back in
your office and monitor every single thing that goes in every
single therapy room. It's for the legal protection of the
practice, yourself, PBI, and the whole of the bodywork politic. I
thought you have a right to know, as my wife. Peggy, Mary will
have access before tomorrow, or I will formally reprimand you;
understand?" she nodding her head yes. Then it also hit me; there
was no security measures at the house, so I asked Peg about the
lack of them, and she replied that there were going to be
installed hopefully next week, that until I came along such
security measure weren't needed, gently poking me in the ribs as
we made our way down the hall.
Along the far wall, four therapy rooms, mine being directly
across from my office, each marked in turn "Therapy Room #1" and
then #2, etc.. My treatment room did have the small luxuries of a
full bathroom with full-sized tub and shower whereas the other
treatment rooms only had half-baths and small self-contained
kitchenetee area within the small "parlor" area as we liked to
call it where patients were counseled prior to going back to the
exam and then treatment areas, but other than those two items was
identical to the rest of them.
A gap of wall space down the hall from my office, some
acoustical "privacy space" I assumed, then, in order, the
"wetroom" which consisted of what amounts to a large open
bathroom with stark white hospital-style tile floor to ceiling
literally and three commodes just out in the open next to each
other and a bidet along the same wall, plus two open showers with
multiple heads at different levels, a physical therapy hydro tub
beside them, and a large tiled alcove space with different height
seats built in to the sides and a couple of garden hoses and
small fire hoses inside of cabinets to the side-front of the
space; then the BDSM room, kind of small and not many
accouterments such as whips and canes and paddles and such and no
St. Andrew's Cross, just a couple of paddling benches plus a
tilting rack and some large iron eyes and hooks bolted in various
places into the walls and ceilings; then the "group room", a
large open airy space with a large skylight letting in sunlight
from the flat roof above and lots of pillows with stain-proof
covers and what we funnily called "fuckmats" something akin to
foam-filled vinyl-covered exercise mats piled atop one another
all over the floor, also a 60" TV with VCR and DVD and nice
stereo beside it and another small self-contained kitchenette
along one wall, the "group room" being used for what it sounds
like, i.e. women's masturbation classes, large group therapy
sessions, things like that. Then I noticed a rack of built-in and
freestanding medical instruments discretely hidden behind some
folding screens, and along the top of the ten-foot high walls
some seamless rolling-up-down backdrops like photographers use.
Doc had designed the room for triple-duty as the group,
photography, and telemetry room . Smart.
At the end of the hall, a cardless double door lead to the
storage area where the usual racks of towels, linens, gowns,
gloves, Kotex, Tampax, Always, bottles of lube, boxes of condoms
and enemas and douches and their ilk were stored. Walking past
another set of double doors with crash bars and "Emergency Exit
Only" warnings on it middle way of the back side of the back
wall, Peggy explaining that while Doc somehow had rushed all this
through Rockport City Inspections without a real set of approved
plans, that fire marshall had insisted on taking the card readers
off the doors to the storage room and cutting in this emergency
door or he wouldn't give Dr. Mike/Doc Chaim their/our occupancy
permit to open so quickly in time. Another cardless door on the
opposite side lead to the other hall, where the adult therapist
rooms were, all along the outside of the hall next to exterior
wall, a couple of small rooms for the janitor and some of the
HVAC equipment and a telephone and communications closet being
the only doors along the inside hall, then back out to the
waiting room. Nice, very nice.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
"Pleased, Boss?" Peggy shot at me with that "boss" shit as a
non-insult insult.
"Yes, Peggy, Boss is pleased" I murmured as I pulled Mary to me
and we walked the few steps out the door to the street and to the
Jeep and home. It was almost three o'clock and I still hadn't
cracked my files.
The damn cell phone beeped me. Thank God I remembered to take it
with me. Of course it was Doc.
"Eric, have you looked over your schedule yet?"
"No, Doc, Peggy and Mary and I went out for a while, got some
pizza, Peg got us orientated to the new office, thanks again for
everything by the way I really love it, and we are just now
leaving to go home."
"Well, I'm glad you liked it, I thought you would. Anyway, I
have solid booked for next week, solid from 8 to 5, existing
patients only, next week you can start setting your own schedules
again, but I have a favor to ask of you."
"Uh-hu?" I lazily replied.
"I have an emergency case I need you to squeeze in for me, if
you think you can. If you say yes, I'll fly them in tonight. Oh,
this in the briefings you haven't read yet, all patients unless
otherwise we notify you by the main office will be staying the
Parkstone downtown, which is normally only a five minute drive
from the office, and the hotel shuttle will normally be able to
bring them and pick them back up, just letting you know."
"Thanks for telling me. Sure, you know I'll be glad to squeeze
your patient in. By the way, just letting you know, I'm ordering
Peggy to give Mary card access to my inner office at the new
office. Got a problem with that?" like I gave a shit whether he
did or not.
Dead silence save cellphone crackling a bit from the encryption
chip for a minute then "I guess not, but she is to be the only
exception."
"I told Emily about the room monitoring and showed her all the
stuff years ago."
I could hear the steam coming from his eyes into his cellphone.
Dads and sons do disagree at times, even in the best of times.
"Okay, whatever, but outside of your therapy partners and
personal assistants, you keep your mouth shut about the room
monitoring!" he fussed.
"Sure, no problem, Doc. What's the deal with Peggy anyway? I
like her and all, but obviously you have more in mind for her
than you've told me. She's obviously been cleared to have access
to everything. What's the deal with her?" I asked Doc in the open
Jeep where she and Mary both could clearly hear me ask the
question.
"She's to be your personal, -personal- assistant, Eric; again,
that's in the briefing folder that's waiting for you at home. She
is to have access to all but the most confidential data of yours.
And she is to be with you and Mary basically 24 hours a day, to
serve your every need. We cleared her while you were gone. She'll
serve you well. She's yours and Mary's for life, as long as you
wish to have her. Call her an early wedding present. Enjoy her!"
Damn, My, our own personal slave, and one would that gave
incredible head at that.
"Guess what, my fiancée' Dear? Doc says Peggy here is to be our
personal servant, no, voluntary slave for life, as long as we
want to keep her" I kinda smirked as I closed the cover of the
flip-phone.
I swear Mary shot me a look that screamed "what the fuck are you
talking about? You've got to be fucking crazy!"
"It's true, Mary. While you were on vacation, Doc recruited me,
asked me to serve Eric and you for the rest of your lives, if
you'll have me. Regardless, I'm to be Eric's personal assistant
for as long as he's here, that and run the household for you and
the other therapists. All you have to do is say 'yes', and I'm
yours and Eric's for life, to do with as you wish, to help you as
you need, to be your true personal servant and slave. Whaddya
say, huh?" she chirped as she made eye contact with us from the
rearview mirror, grinning like the proverbial possum that's eaten
one too many dead vultures. No wonder she had been so damned
happy. Evidently this is what she had always wanted. Four years
as a bodyworker had taught me how to read people like a book most
of the time.
Mary and I looked deep into each other's eyes for a moment, then
smiled when it hit us that this was for real.
"Sure, you're on, Peggy, as of now you're our servant for life."
"Your slave, Eric, your slave. It's okay to say the word; it's
what I've wanted all of my life, to be slave to my one true
Master, and you're it!"
"Okay, slave, first thing, go tell the Goulds that Gail can't
have the bedroom across from ours. I want you in that bedroom,
move your things in this afternoon. Put Gail in any other room."
"Yes Master. Anything else?"
"Mary?" I chirped.
"Do that first, s-l-a-v-e" Mary dragging the word out for a bit
of bit of humor "then come see me; you have more of your
delicious head to give me."
"Yes, Mistress."
"This is going to be a blast, My Husband, an absolute blast!"
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Emily had her head buried in Marnie's and Peggy's old patient
files. Marnie was long gone, and Peggy wouldn't be needing them
anymore. Knowing Emily, I knew that she would be happier with an
adult male clientele. Against everything in her file, against all
her personality trait tests and such, and even against Doc's
wishes, I had selfishly made her my therapy partner those years
ago simply because she was one of the most stunningly physically
perfect females I'd ever run across, and simply wanted to fuck
her night and day. While more bi than straight by nature, Emee
did love men, I knew she loved me, and knew she'd be happier
doing suck-and-fuck therapy regimens with adult guys than having
to mind-blank at times and just do her job with kids because it
was expected of her and not because it's what she personally
would have chosen for herself. With her beauty and personality, I
knew from experience that since her client calendar was already
full it would just be a matter of time before we'd have to get
another female therapist to handle Emily's overload.
Smiling at her and she back at me, I went over and kissed her
full on the lips, she hugging my neck as her papers dropped off
her lap.
"What was that for?" she asked with wide eyes.
"Because I love you so much, my dearest friend."
"I love you too" looking at Mary with a question mark above her
head and then speaking to her as she broke her embrace of me
"everything all right with you two?" she even more quizzically
inquired.
"Oh yeah, Emee, everything's beyond perfect. Meet our new
slave-for-life, Miss Peggy."
"Hu?" was Emee all could cough up.
"Well tell you later. We're going to head upstairs and get to
work; if you need us, yell."
Peggy brought our case files, schedule, and other stuff from Doc
up with us, just grinning like she had a mouth full of barbed
wire as the elevator eased its way up. Mary pinched Peg's nipple
through her blouse just for fun, Peggy beaming even more.
We sitting on the bed to spread all the dossiers and case files
and such out, Peggy excused herself to go tell the Goulds that
she was moving into Gail's room. I didn't expect a problem, but
David soon appeared at my bedroom door, asking what was going on.
I told him that Peggy was moving in across the hall, taking
Gail's room. He asked why twice more. He didn't need an answer.
He was my employee. I told him anyway.
"Because Peggy is our slave, and a slave should sleep near her
Master and Mistress" Dave's expression changing to one of mild
embarrassment, he excusing himself.
As Dave and Janice helped their daughter move her stuff to a the
last spare bedroom on the 3rd floor, Gail stuck her head in and
asked if she could ask a favor of me. I told her sure. She asked
that since Peggy was moving into her old room, could they turn
Peg's old room into kind of a third floor small living room?
Would I buy them a nice TV and stereo for it if I said yes? I
said "of course" to all of it, and just tell Peggy what she
wanted TV and all wise, and it would be done, she coming over the
kiss me on the cheek and hug my neck a little in thanks.
"That girl wants to do some 'recreational' with you, don't you
know, Hon'?" my Mary asked as her eyes didn't leave the papers
in front of her, speaking in the slang of a grizzled old
bodyworking veteran.
"Yeah, I know. I, eerrr, we will, soon, my love."
The files on the Goulds were interesting. Both Dave and Janice
were victims of childhood sexual abuse. Nothing out of the
ordinary there. But they were also half brother and half sister,
same mother different fathers, Dave having gotten a forged ID
when he was 21 or so, just so he could "legally" in quotes marry
his half-sister Janice. You don't see that every day, grant you.
Gail and JB were both their full blood kids, and neither child
had any abnormalities because of their parents' close genetics.
Dave had gotten a vasectomy and Janice had her tubes tied both
after JB, though, because with two perfect children to their
credit they didn't want to take any chance. Dave was also a
former defense department contract engineer assigned to
Lockheed's skunk works plant for years as an inspector of
classified projects, and it was after he was laid off that the
thing with Janice happened and they decided to become a family of
therapy models.
Their psychological profiles were interesting. Both showed
strong personalities and high intelligence but submissive streaks
a proverbial mile wide. Then it hit me. Of course, by nature a
therapy models have to be extremely submissive by nature. I'd
been working with them for four years and that realization just
then hit me, I guess because of what just happened with Peggy. I
know that skull of mine can be kinda dense at times.
The "emergency work-in" case that Doc wanted me to take was
nothing unusual. I hate to say it that way, but a lot of my cases
are similar to it. A twelve-year-old boy had been kidnapped and
brutalized for a week by a psycho before the psycho was caught
and killed and the boy rescued. The rescue happened just two
weeks ago. Doc had been consulted for the evaluation, he being
one of the nation's leading recognized public experts in this
sort of thing (if the public only knew the rest of his story,
wouldn't they be surprised!), and Doc knew that the sooner
therapy could start, the better for him, the patient. Mary and I
would get to him the next day ASAP, that next afternoon.
More boring stuff about Dr. Mike and the history of the
practice, Dr. Mike not having a clue on what to do with
bodyworkers and how to use them as a component arm of a
triad-therapy regimen (talking therapy, drug therapy, body
contact therapy) for sex cases, and then the usual dossier copies
of potential patients I could pick to work with in the near to
medium term futures, once openings occurred in my calendar (I and
only two other true senior-level therapists in other practices in
different states basically have free reign to pick and choose our
patients, and we each have our different strengths and weaknesses
and we know them, that's we each have high "cure" rates), and
that was it.
Peggy stuck her head in the door with an "all done Master, care
to inspect?"
All she had done was move what little bit of personal stuff in
she owned, not much at all, but I made my the five feet across
the hall and looked in, nodding my approval.
"Master approves?" I couldn't take it much longer.
"Peggy, I love you Dear, and I am your Master, but please, no,
let me make this an order, except during power exchange times
and/or the closed door privacy of our bedroom, you are to call me
'Eric' not 'Master', is that understood?"
"Yes, Maaa, yes Eric."
"Now go see Mary. I think you have some head to give her that
she wanted."
"Yes, Maa, yes Eric."
Downstairs on the couch Emily had finished with her work and was
watching the Browns beat the Patriots on TV. She did like
football and most sports.
"Hi Emm"
"Hi Eric" she replied without looking up at me as I plopped down
beside her. Two years of screwing her on a daily basis in every
conceivable situation and I was still attracted to her. I loved
her, was -in- love with Mary, but make no mistake, unless we all
somehow became Seventh Day Adventists, I'd be balling Emee until
I was too old to do so.
"You know we have a whole family of therapy models if we want to
pick and choose a couple and have some 'recreationals' with
them."
"I know. I'm just; I don't know; tired, I guess."
"What's the problem, Emily? You can you can tell me."
Silence. Even more silence for a good five minutes as watched
the Browns win on a field goal with less then two minutes to go
in the game. Then she spake: "I love you, Eric. Peggy came down a
while ago that she was now your and Mary's slave for life. Oh
Eric, you gonna think I'm a silly female for saying this, but
that's what I wanted, to be your slave. Well, not your
slave-slave, but to be with you for the rest of our lives. Not
even as your wife, just your woman, your friend. Why do you I
think I took a huge salary cut and chose an uncertain future,
because Maine's so damn pretty? No, Eric, it's because I love,
have loved you since the day I met you, and while I knew you'd
never ask me to marry you, I was hoping we could be and stay more
than fuckbuddies, know what I mean, Pal?"
A tear ran down my cheek without me meaning it to you. Then a
couple more. Then a couple more. I quietly sobbed into the nape
of her neck as we held each other close.
"I never knew you felt that way about me, Emee, never, I swear."
"I know" she shot back with on-target but not angry sarcasm "you
are a guy, and guys are so fucking clueless, and you're no
exception. You are a guy, a real guy, that's why I love you so
much like I do."
I sucked it up enough quit my crying and look her in the eye.
Then, for the first time ever, I kissed her, not as a fuckbuddy
as she put it, but as her lover. We kissed passionately, our
tongues working furiously, until the moment seemed right.
"I wasn't kidding about marrying you and Mary, Eric."
"I know that now."
"I'd eat your and Mary's shit for the next lifetime if it meant
I could be close, close to you like I want to be, like we just
were then."
"That won't be necessary. You will be forever too, I swear to
you"
She looked at me with love in her eyes, real love.
"Hhhmmm?" as all she muster.
"Mary's the love of my life, I don't how to explain it, or even
if I can. I am -IN- love with her so much. But I know now I'm
-in- love with you too, My Love. I'm befuddled right now. I do
know that I don't have to choose, so I won't. Mary won't care if
you marry us, she'll think it's a goof, but I'll tell her flat
out that it's not, that you and I are serious. As long as you're
content with Mary being wife number one, then my love, will you
marry me, marry Mary and myself, be my, be our wife number two?"
"Of course, my husband, of course."
We kissed passionately for another five minutes before Peggy
bopped down the stairs with a "hey, can I join in?"
"Maybe later, Peggy" I replied "by the way, Emily here is going
to be Wife #2, so you're going to have to be her slave as well."
"Oh, Eric my Masss, my Eric, the way you two have been making
goo-goo eyes at each other ever since I first saw you together,
and the way you and her made love when we all did, shoot, I knew
this was coming before you did. Sure, Emily, my Mistress #2, your
slave Peggy is here to serve you too.
"Then get over here and give some of that incredible head of
yours!" Emee gleed.
"Yes, Mis, yes Emily."
What an incredible past thirty-six hours. What and incredible
past thirty-six days. What an incredible past thirty-six months.
If things got any better today, I'd have though this was a dream.
Seeing Peggy eagerly lapping at my soon-to-be Wife #2's cunt and
asshole as I paternally patted Peggy on the head as she did
reminded me that this was no dream, it was my reality, and a damn
good one at that. But tomorrow was a work day and would be a long
one at that. Had to pay for all this good fortune somehow, and my
therapy practice was how. Work is work. And love is love. Had to
go tell my Love And Wife #1 about how Emee and I truly felt about
each other, and that while she and I would be the ones with the
legal marriage certificate, Emily would be wife to both of us in
every way but legally. I just hope she would take it well.
++++++++++++++++++++++
"Sure, Silly Husband, I knew you two were in love from the
moment I saw you two together at the old place on Chatham Street
that first visit. You're not telling me a thing I didn't know."
"But; but how could you know when I didn't, not until just an
hour ago?"
"Because you're a man, silly, and men are totally clueless,
that's how."
"Yes, I've heard that before."
"Probably more than once" she getting a tiny bit of slightly
sarcastic lick in, that was okay, she deserved to "we women just
know these things, especially when it concerns how our man feels
about other women. I'm beyond okay with it, really, My Husband. I
know you love me more than Emily, more than your own life itself,
and please know that I do love you and am in love you with as
much if not more than you're in love with me" she continued as
she slid her dossier papers off the bed and scooted close to me
as I sat on the edge of it near her "I am right on that, aren't
I, Eric?"
"Of course My Love, I love you more than my life itself."
"The fact the you and Emily are in love too doesn't change how
you and I feel about each other. You are to be my legal husband
for the rest of my life, Eric Woods, and that's all I care about.
It's you, silly."
We just hugged each other close and gently kissed for a while.
"You are the perfect woman for me, Miss Faison-Hewitt"
"And you are the perfect man for me, Mr. Woods. Marry me."
"When?"
"This Thanksgiving."
"Still out at lighthouse we found? You know we'll freeze our
taa-taas off in the middle of a Maine winter there."
"I don't care."
"Neither do I."
More hugs and smooches and kisses. Passions rose.
"I bet my husband right now is thinking about fucking not just
me, but probably about also including one or two therapy models
in our play, too."
"Hu?, How? How did you know?"
"Because you're my husband, and I know you because I know
myself. Who do you want me to go get for us? JB? Gail? Both?"
She was right of course, that's who I was thinking about calling
for a recreational, but dammit, Wife #1 or not, I didn't want her
to be smug in knowing me as well as she apparently did.
"You're half-right; Gail, yes, but also Janice; I do love
mother-daughter scenes."
"Yes, I know you do. I've read your complete files, remember?"
she just grinned back at me.
Janice and Mary "prepped" Gail for me, making love in a lesbian
threesome as I watched and gently masturbated myself for a
moment. Wait. I had a house full of therapy models to do anything
I wished. I called Skipper in and had him masturbate me as he and
I both watched the girls, all of us on my bed, both of us
interested but not extremely turned on. They continued making
love to each other for a while, then stopped for a moment.
"What's wrong?"
"Oh nothing's wrong, Eric, Gail's just started her period and I
need to go get a towel and a Tampax, that's all" my Mary replied.
Janice made a show of inserting the Tampax in her daughter,
teasing her with it like it was a small dildo before finally
working the applicator in and then pulling out and flipping the
cardboard tube over her shoulder against the back wall before
diving down on her daughter's muff. That made me hotter, and Mary
could tell.
"Would Husband like to fuck Gail while she's wearing a tampon,
Hhhhmmm?"
"Yes, Husband would."
"Then wife suggests he do so."
I eased my way atop Gail like I had done earlier as Mary and
Janice worked at and played with getting my cock in.
"Ever done it with a tampon in, Gail?" I had to ask, she nodding
"no" "it's no biggie, it just feels fuller to you, that's all,
just relax and enjoy; I know you're small, I'll take it easy."
She relaxed more under me as I held her close and made slow,
soft, easy love to her. God, she felt so good under me. Mary was
sucking one of her breasts and her Mom the other as I fucked her.
Skipper just watched with plainface the proceedings before him.
"Honey, I know you've done this bunches of times before, but
just think about it: you're fucking a beautiful and sexy
13-year-old girl who's just started her period and has a tampon
inside her; her blood is on your cock, and your wife is getting
ready to lick her husband's lover's menstrual blood off of her
husband's cock; just think about that, My Love."
I did, and had to do everything I could to keep from having a
Screaming-Jesus orgasm right then which would have killed even
-my- erection for a good hour. God, Mary so far beyond perfect
for me.
I couldn't help myself. The combination of Gail, her Mom, Mary
and more importantly Mary's words to me did me in a few minutes
later, I coming one of the biggest orgasms I'd had in some time.
As Mary licked Gail's period blood off my cock, Janice went into
a sixty-nine with her daughter right besides us, my cock
protesting it wanted to get back up and rejoin the action but my
mental libido telling it to wait a short while.
"Thank you, my perfect wife, thank you!" I whispered to her as
we kissed, her tongue slipping me some of Gail's womanly red
essence between my lips.
"You're welcome, my husband, you're welcome!"
That night Emily came to my, no, our bed, never to leave or be
anywhere but near me ever again. And from that moment on no
pre-pubescent young thing would ever spend the entire night in my
marriage bed ever again with us, except as comfort from the
frightening storms of the world outside.
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The first moment of the first day of the rest of our personal
and professional lives started off eventfully, as you might guess
it would. I awoke to an erotic dream of having my cock sucked
wonderfully, only to find a naked Peggy strode atop me her mouth
and wonderful tongue giving me a 6AM wake-up call that I hadn't
asked for, wanting to get up no earlier than 7-ish. But she was
-so- sweet.
"Time for my Master to rise and shine" I shooting her look of
mild disapproval of the term "Master" but she shrugging her
shoulders like she didn't care, mumbling something about that I
had told her she could address me as "Master" in my bedroom "you
gonna get your wives up, or do you want me to?"
"You may have the honors, my Peggy; I got to go pee and take a
shower anyway."
That was the one sucky thing about the second and third floors;
with all the therapists and others that were supposed to reside
there, there was only one full bathroom on the second and third
floors respectively and no half baths, and only a half bath off
near the kitchen on the first floor. I made a mental note to get
Peggy to get a plumber out and see about putting in at least one
more half bath on floors numbers two and three, I really wanted
my own full master bath off the bedroom but knew there wasn't
room, shoot we barely had even a tad of closet space for our
combined stuff. The Gould family of therapy models upstairs at
minimum needed another half bath, even if there wasn't room on
any lower floors for more.
The hot water pulsating from the Shower Massage felt good to my
slightly tense and aching shoulders. My mind wandered a bit
before being refocused by the loves of my life, yelling at me
simultaneously to hurry up and "not take all the hot water,
either". Hadn't even had the public ceremony yet and already it
was beginning to feel like we all were really married. Damn,
that's another thing I'm sure was needed, might as well have the
plumber go ahead and install new hot large water heaters on each
floor, lots of hot water would be used from now on for sure.
Details, fucking details. It's my job.
It was 6:30AM by the time I took the elevator down to the tiny
in-cut alcove off the main hall between the living room and
dining room and kitchen. Peggy was dressed in a robe ("you don't
fry bacon naked, Silly Master!" she protested when I commented on
it) and busily fixing breakfast for all. Skipper and the girls
made their way down shortly after that, the knowing where the
cereals and such were, not bothering Peggy by asking.
"You gonna need me today, Mr. Eric?" JB asked with innocent
smile.
"Uh-hu; you'll be with me and Mary most days most of the time
from now on, Sweetie; you and Skipper a lot of times."
"What about me, Eric?" Gail asked.
"You'll probably be participating in therapy oh, three or four
times per week, Darling; if you'd like to do more, I'll ask Emily
if she could use you some with her adult male clients."
"That'd be nice, thanks."
"How'ya feeling this morning?" she naked except for panties
holding a pad in place.
"Oh, crampy a little, I usually am the first couple of days,
I'll be fine; can you and I be together later? Sex usually helps
them."
"We'll see. If not, remember, Peggy gives great head, and all
you have to do is ask" Gail surprising me by blushing just a
little.
The wives came down a few minutes before seven already dressed
and ready to go, papers in leather portfolios and in hand. David
and Janice followed shortly behind, right at seven, they
evidently being the last to have access to the bathroom and the
shower, being dressed as well.
"I am going to have Peggy send a plumber out today to see about
installing at least one more half bath per floor;"
"Yeah!" came a universal response from almost everyone milling
around the small breakfast nook table in the kitchen.
Emily handed David, the father of the Gould brood, a simple
box-like weekly calendar showing what days and times Mary and I
would need JB and others and also who and when she anticipated
needing for the week. The point of doing this was so that David
and Janice could coordinate home-schooling of their daughters and
of Skipper too. This was the only practical way of handling this
difficult but necessary task. Hell, I had been given everything I
asked for up till now and thought about asking Doc for a tutor
for them, shoot a virtual one-room school house had been planned
for the new place down in Raleigh to handle all the school-age
therapy models that would be in residence there, but then thought
better of it, considering how light the therapy model workload
for the parents would be, at least for the immediate future. If
Dave and Janice started to be used more in therapy, then I'd see
about getting the kids an in-home tutor so their school work
wouldn't be interrupted. I do get paid to manage the bodywork
practice from a financial point of view as well as help heal my
patients.
We moved to the dining room for more room as Peggy set
everything out and we wolfed it all down, knowing that our first
patients would be arriving within the hour, me and the kids
running back up stairs to quickly get dressed.
Emee, Mary and I and JB and Peggy taking the Jeep over to the
office, parking in the ample but claustrophobic parking lot
behind it, we found an anxious and irritated Joyce the
receptionist taping her foot with impatience, waiting for us to
let her in. As good and detail oriented as Peggy was, she had
forgotten to take Joyce's new employee card and new door keys by
to her over the weekend, but considering the whirlwind we all had
been through recently I had to give her that one. Only five
minutes before eight AM, five minutes before our first patient, a
male patient for Emily, was due to arrive and we still hadn't
even gotten inside. As we opened the door and Peggy slapped her
card on the card reader to the side of the inside wall to
deactivate the alarm system, an older model Cadillac with an
older gentleman pulled up to an on-street parking spot in front
of the building. Emily's, our, first patient. Our new lives
starting.
Back in my office, I looked over the printout in the printer
hopper from the monitoring systems for the past 24 hours, showing
every alarm code, every door opening, every access of every file
on every local and networked disk, basically every ant that moved
within the walls and within the outside perimeter, the system
picked up on and logged it and spit it out to me each morning.
Nothing unusual.
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Our first patient, a young girl I had been treating for three
weeks on an intensive basis, was due to arrive at 8:30. Mary
wasn't saying much, was nervous but I remember how nervous if not
downright scared I had been for my first patient for my first
day. And just like Connie had done to and for me and every
manager or senior therapist does for every newbie's first case,
fiancée' or not, I had chosen a patient who would test the limits
of my love's temper, patience, commitment to the principles of
polykinetic bodywork practice, and absorption of practices and
principles durin