“So, what do you think Sally?” Tiffany, the blonde, asked of her best friend as the two stood in front of me.
Tiffany had come to me as a patient a few years ago; wild, out of control, dancing at a strip club, and referred to me by the court as part of a plead deal for her prostitution charges and facilitated by her rich parents.
Her parents wanted a nice docile, loving daughter that they could marry off to one of their rich friends son’s, Tiffany wanted no part of that life… at least when she’d first arrived at my practice.
Now, of course, she was the model daughter, engaged to Reginald? Davidson?
It didn’t matter, her parents had paid my fee and a mix of subliminal programming and just gold old fashion therapy, had gotten her there.
“Oh yes, yes, he’s just perfect!” Sally replied with a smile and a twinkle in her eyes as she looked at me.
Sally wasn’t a patient of mine, which was important, the appearance of professional standards was important, even if it was just the appearance.
Sally had been coming with Tiffany to Sally’s appointments for several months now, though she stayed in the waiting room, my techniques had still brought her around, even if it took longer than I would have liked.
Tiffany leaned in and spoke softly into Sally’s ear, though I could still hear it clearly enough, “Why don’t you go over and offer him a blowjob… I bet he’d accept.”
Sally blushed, but Tiffany paid no attention as she turned away, gave me a wink, then walked out of my office and closed the door behind her.
Sally only hesitated a moment before she walked over and set a hand on my chest blushed a little more as she titled her head down just a little, “I know you could hear that Sir, and Tiffany isn’t wrong, it’s just that I’d be willing to do so much more if you wanted.”
She then bit her lip and broke eye contact with me.
I smiled and titled her head up with my finger and thumb on her chin, “That’s good to hear, but what do you think I really want?” I asked.
Her eyes locked on mine again and she let out a little gasp, “Two… two things Sir. The first is a high class woman to hang on your arm in public. I know you are a powerful man in the city and go to lots of events that need you to maintain respectability.”
I raised an eyebrow, “And you think you are such a woman?” I asked.
She gave a little nod, “I hope so Sir, I graduated Harvard Law at the top of my class and have been in the public defenders office for just a little over six months. My family is well know, and respected in the city as well.”
I nodded, “And the second thing?”
Sally blushed again, “The second… the second is a low class whore, who will debase and degrade herself in private for your pleasure. A whore that knows your pleasure is all that is important, that all she can hope for is a good hard fucking and if she’s lucky, an orgasm.”
I smiled harshly at her, “And what do you want?” I asked.
I watched her eyes go unfocused, her whole body quiver, as she took in a sharpe breath before replying.
“I want to be yours. I want to be your property. I want to belong to you, body and soul.”
A simple tap on her shoulder dropped her to her knees and into her new life.
