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[G9Drox]

It had started with a comic book.

Robert Somers had been a kid, hanging out in his friend’s home. At one point, he went upstairs to use the bathroom, and he’d gone wandering while the other boys had continued to play together.

His friend had an older brother who collected vintage comic books. Robert (still preferring to go by ‘Bobby’ in those days) had gone through the collection until one cover caught him by surprise.

Wonder Woman Volume 1, #207. He’d never forget that cover for the rest of his life. Wonder Woman and another Amazon were kneeling on the floor, tied back to back with rope. Their mouths were gagged, their eyes were wide, and various women were yelling at them in the background.

The image remained with Robert for a long time. The idea of a superheroine being tied and gagged was such a role reversal of how superheroines were always portrayed. Of course, damsels in distress had always been a thing on TV, but this was the first time that Robert had seen a heroine in distress.

Bondage had a whole new meaning for him after that, and it was only increased when, as a teenager, he had gone snooping in his older cousin’s closet and found bondage equipment hidden in a shoebox. Before then, he’d certainly done his share of exploring, but never imagined that a woman could share in those fantasies and hidden desires. He had known Marleen all his life. She’d babysat him as a kid more than once. She had always been serious, mature, intellectual. She took part in activist demonstrations and was never afraid to stand up for herself. Knowing that she enjoyed being tied and gagged… that had been an epiphany for him.

From there, Robert had sought out bdsm communities. When he was old enough, he started going to fetish-focused events like Sexapaloosa. He pursued psychology in university, partly out of a desire to better understand these desires which sometimes seemed to fly in the face of his supposed moral values.

It had been a long journey with much soul-searching. Making sense of one’s desires, especially the tabooer ones, was not an easy task. Still, it was an essential one for Robert; as he progressed with his wish to become a therapist and psychologist, so too did he also pursue his more personal interests. He learned a variety of skills relating to BDSM. He learned how to tie knots, how to properly secure people, how to communicate openly and clearly with his partners, and also the safety rules which any sensible person should know when venturing into this territory.

It would have been a lie to say that Robert Somers didn’t predict a bit of overlap between these sides of him. He had often used his understanding of psychology to guide him on his personal journey. He’d spoken of his desires with therapists and even one of his professors. In return, he used the lessons he learned on his journey to guide people on their own. When he first began his practice as a licensed therapist, he’d drawn a number of clients who were struggling with their sexuality.

As the years went on, Robert published his research and pursued the academic side of his work. This gained him more attention, some of it controversial from the usual people who turned their noses up at sex work or pornography. Thankfully, there were enough progressive-minded people who either agreed with or at least respected his stances. He also welcomed the chance to have honest exchanges of opinions and learn more from those who’d had different life experiences than he had.

Eventually, he had completed his PhD in California. He’d self-published a few books and even established a new practice there for a time, but he eventually grew sick of repeatedly banging his head on the thick Puritan wall which so many Americans still maintained. He’d gone back to Canada, settling in southern Ontario. By then, he was past forty, and when the COVID pandemic drove everyone into their homes, he had put his full focus on therapy over Zoom.

Throughout his life, he’d been passionate about his work, and also about his personal life. As far back as his early university years, often wondered if it might be possible to combine those two worlds in a more succinct manner. BDSM as therapy was hardly a new concept, and at one point in his late 30s, he found some clients who were open to the concept.

It was a fascinating new approach for Robert to combine the dom and the doctor within himself. The women had been nervous, for obvious reason. Many men would surely take advantage of such an opportunity. Robert, however, was very strict with himself, knowing the risks and pitfalls of going down this road. As trust was built, so too was his portfolio of patients through word of mouth. He was hopeful that this could be resumed as the pandemic slowly eased.

He was little to know just what sort of good fortune awaited him.

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His life changed forever on a Saturday in August, at precisely 10:36 in the morning, as he came back in from his swim in the pool.

The text was from May Trong. They had first gotten to know each other when they had been working on their PhD’s in California. May had been receptive to his ideas and had even struck up a BDSM relationship with him. Still, she had chosen a more traditional route as a therapist, and after three years of being one of his subs, she had ended the relationship when she’d decided that she preferred monogamy. Still, they’d always remained on good terms. Robert had helped her publish her own book since then, and helped encourage sales in Canada.

So, he was very much intrigued when she texted him, asking if she could call him that day as one professional to another.

It wasn’t long before Robert found himself sitting at his desk, even as May filled up his laptop screen. After pleasantries were exchanged, she turned the subject to her proposition.

“You know how I have a few high-profile clients?”

“Sure,” Robert answered. He’d always wondered who those clients were, but he would never have dreamed of inquiring.

“Well, one of them is looking for someone with your expertise,” May explained.

Robert’s back straightened. “What do you mean?”

“So, I’m not going to say her name yet,” May cautioned him, “but she’s been considering a shift in her therapy. Something more along the lines of your work.”

“Really?” Robert was growing more curious.

“Absolutely,” May affirmed. “This client of mine wants someone who knows what they’re doing. Someone who will be a professional.”

“Right,” Robert said lightly. “I’ll get back to you with a list of candidates for the job.” He was only half-joking. He was just saying that in the hope that she would prove him wrong.

She gave him a smirk which suggested that she knew exactly what he was doing. “Actually, she wanted you,” she answered. “She found one of your books on my shelf. Turns out you really opened her eyes “to a whole new world”.” She made air quotes while saying the last five words.

“Wait,” Robert exclaimed. “Is that a hint?” He tried to remember who had acted in the live action Aladdin remake, which was difficult to do when he hadn’t bothered seeing it.

“No,” laughed May. "That was just my joke." She gave a wink. “You’ll know her from something else, though.”

Robert raised an eyebrow. “In a good way or a bad way?”

“A bit of both, knowing you and your taste,” May replied. “Shall I tell her you’re interested?”

“Sure,” Robert replied, mentally preparing himself for the negotiations which would inevitably follow. “Can you tell me who she is now?”

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He’d first seen her in a terrible Mark Wahlberg movie back in 2005, but he remembered very little of her in that. She’d made a much bigger impression in her hit TV show four years later. She had always seemed to be fully aware of her incredible sex appeal, but she’d only ever teased and hinted at it in her film career. It had amused Robert that she was willing to be in a movie where the Three Stooges put a rat in her cleavage, but she seemingly wouldn’t do nudity.

After a few weeks of back-and-forth emails and discussions through her people (along with a criminal search into Robert’s background), Sofia Vergara had agreed to meet Robert at his private premises out in Halton Region.

Three men had dropped by first to ensure that everything was safe. It was disconcerting to Robert, but he understood the precautions. He cooperated fully with their demands and requests. He welcomed their thorough examination, answered all their questions, and provided his list of references.

She wore casual clothes, as he’d suggested, but not as casual as he’d hoped. Her jeans were the ones which had holes torn out of them, but they still clung tightly to her legs and curvy form. Her sweater was loose, at least, which helped conceal her considerable bust. She’d also worn very little makeup, except for a bit of lipstick to put a gloss on her nervous smile.

“Ms. Vergara,” Robert declared as he held out his hand.

“Pleasure to meet you,” came the reply. He still couldn’t believe he was hearing her throaty voice - rich with that thick Colombian accent - in person.

“It’s an honour,” Robert told her humbly as he gestured to one of the couches which were arranged in his office. He always began his sessions in here, regardless of where they ended up going.

Sofia inclined her head in thanks before she sat down in the centre of the couch. She was leaning forward, her legs were folded, and her hands clutched at the strings of her purse, which had probably cost her more than all the furniture in Robert’s study.

“I understand that this is not… usual for you,” she began without preamble, “but I want to assure you that I want to be treated as any other patient.”

“I understand,” Robert replied. He was grateful for this assurance, for it helped him recall his sense of professionalism. “I certainly don’t doubt your conviction, Ms. Vergara. I suppose if you’d like to begin…”

“I would, yes,” she interjected, nodding her head.

Robert smiled and held out his hands. “Perhaps you can start by telling me what specifically you’re looking for.”

He tried to forget how he’d spent over a decade watching her on his television. She was just another woman who was curious to explore the tabooer aspects of herself. It was entirely normal, and he would treat it as such.

“Well, I suppose it started when May let me borrow your book,” Sofia explained. “I am not a stranger to your study, don’t get me wrong now. But I had not considered it as part of therapy.”

“Not everyone does,” Robert assured her. “There is a lot of resistance to sexual exploration, even now. And there’s a lot of misinformation out there.”

“Mmm-hmm,” Sofia responded. Her lips were pursed and her eyebrows shot upward, as if to signal that she’d seen more than enough of that misinformation during her life.

“But please, continue,” Robert urged her.

“So, anyway,” Sofia resumed, “I was interested in your focus on bondage.”

Robert had never dreamed to hear that word spoken by Sofia Vergara.

“I also read up on Dr. Marston’s work,” Sofia continued, “including the comics he wrote. And something about how he showed Wonder Woman… I never thought that was how she began, you know?”

“It was a surprise for me too,” Robert assured her. “I might not have written that book if I hadn’t found one of the early comics.”

“I understand why,” Sofia observed dryly. “I bet you’ve had a lot of clients who want to be her, no?”

“I can’t talk about my other clients,” Robert observed, “but I think it’s safe to say that none of them have ever actually been in the position to play her.”

Sofia grinned at that comment. “Oh, how flattering,” she remarked as she rolled her eyes. “As if I was ever going to be Wonder Woman.”

“How does that make you feel?”

Sofia’s easy amusement left her face. “What do you mean?”

“As an actress, does it bother you that you can’t imagine yourself ever playing Wonder Woman?”

Sofia seemed to consider the question, then cock her head to the side. “I suppose I’m used to that sort of thing by now.”

“Perhaps this could be an opportunity to break more than one taboo. Plus, it would be done in a manner which is overall a mild introduction to my sort of therapy.”

Sofia smiled again. “You seem very eager to get me in that costume.”

Robert held out his hands, palms open. “You are the captain of your ship. Whatever you think is best, we will do. There are plenty of ways we can proceed.”

Sofia’s smile had faded again, replaced with a calculating glance. “I will think about it.”

They said nothing more about that idea as they explored her past, her hangups, her knowledge of bdsm, and her perception of herself.

Finally, after more than two hours of discussion, Sofia got up and shook Robert’s hand once more. “Thank you, Doctor Somers. I think this was very helpful.”

“I appreciate that,” Robert answered. “Can I expect to see you again?”

“You should,” Sofia told him. Though she didn't smile again, there was a glimmer in her eyes. “But I think I will go shopping for a costume first.”

[TapeTurtle]

I am SO excited to see where this goes!!

[laz]

great start. hope this is a "to be continued" story

[G9Drox]

It was a sight which Robert had never dreamed he would ever see.

Sofia had taken a few days before returning, and she had come back in style.

She gave a grin as she pirouetted her way out of the changing room. Her cape swished about her, glittering magnificently. She’d dyed her hair dark brown so that it went with the Wonder Woman tiara on her forehead. The gold parts looked more authentic than any costume which Robert had previously seen. The front of her top jutted forward to accommodate the actress’ famous bust.

“Ta-daaa,” she called out as she struck a heroic pose.

“We could make a wonderful audition tape today,” Robert remarked.

Sofia giggled at that. “Should I mark that up as an unprofessional opinion?”

Robert grinned. They had long ago made it clear what sort of therapy might happen here. As with all his other clients, Robert had sent her an extensive checklist, along with varied questions requesting highly specific answers.

He hadn’t been surprised by her strong limitations; this was new ground for her, and she was only meeting him for the second time. Still, he’d been very surprised by some of the things which she’d approved and was all too interested to proceed with them.

“Well, first thing’s first,” Robert declared. “We’re going by Marston Rules.”

“Oh?” Sofia raised her eyebrows. “I know that name. You talk about him a lot in that book of yours.”

“Then you might recall,” Robert began, even as he casually walked towards her, “what Wonder Woman’s weakness was.”

Sofia let out a screech as Robert lunged forward and grabbed her wrist. Spinning her around, he pinned her against the wall as he slipped a cuff over her wrist with a swift click. Two seconds later, he grabbed her other wrists and locked it in place.

Sofia began to giggle nervously, testing the handcuffs as if she didn’t believe she’d actually been secured. “You’re exactly how I thought you would be,” she suddenly murmured in a low voice. Her accent seemed stronger than before.

Grinning as he recalled all the things which were on the table, he pulled aside her cape and smacked her blue-clad rump. That earned him a gasp from his captured heroine, even as her eyes and mouth formed three O’s on her face. A second spank gained him an undignified squeal.

“Wiggle that ass,” Robert told her in his most authoritative voice, curious to see how she’d react. He punctuated his command with two more swift slaps across that perfect ass.

Much to his amazement, she obeyed. Moaning from the spanks, she wiggled her hips back and forth while keeping her legs still. “Faster,” he told her, spanking her again. “Faster!”

“Si, si, senor,” Sofia suddenly whimpered. She was breathing faster than before. There was a look in her eye which Robert would never have imagined seeing for himself. He himself was beginning to breathe faster.

After five more spanks, Robert guided her towards his desk, which he’d stocked up in preparation. From one drawer, he produced two leg cuffs secured by a spreader-bar.

After securing her ankles so that she could only move by hopping (while still keeping her legs apart), he got a hold of a large, freshly washed handkerchief which Sofia had provided before changing into her costume. Sofia obediently opened her mouth, allowing him to stuff it full. She grunted as he did so, causing him to groan. Her muffled noises were exactly as arousing as he’d imagined they would be.

She had brought a second handkerchief for the second part of his gag, and he duly tied that one over her big lips, completing the OTM gag which Wonder Woman had worn in that comic so long ago. His pants were becoming tighter than usual.

Finally, he took out a long coil of white rope. Slowly, methodically, he wound the rope around her wrists, securing them together just above her cuffs. He even unclipped her cuffs, confident that her wrists weren’t going anywhere.

Next, he began looping the rope round her arms, making sure not to tighten it too far, but also making sure that her struggles would be very limited.

Thankfully, Sofia’s acting skills came into play. She began to “mmmph” angrily and swivel hear head to glare at Robert from the corner of her eyes. She tried to give him a pompous speech, heightening in pitch as he resumed spanking her ass between applying more knots.

Robert responded in kind. “Still feeling powerful, Wonder Woman? You still feel like an inspiring figure?”

“HMMM, MMPH HmmmpHH HMMP MPPHHMM MMM!”

Robert wanted to do more, and thanks to her approval, he could walk in front of her while she glared and ranted, put his hands into her top, and yank her large breasts into view.

Sofia’s eyes widened, both in surprise at the sudden act, and by the feeling of his fingers digging into her sweaty skin.

Robert groaned aloud as he groped her. He couldn’t begin to imagine how many people had fantasized about doing something like this with her.

It wasn’t long before Sofia’s feigned protests became replaced with moans as he played with her breasts, pushing her top down further so that the view was unobstructed. He let them go and began to slap them, one at a time, marvelling at how they swung like ripe fruit, with handprints forming on the sides.

He wasn’t done with the rope, however. He took another coil and began looping it above, below, and between her breasts, even as he paused to occasionally bite her nipples.

“I was very curious as to what colour they’d be,” he told her tauntingly as he listened to her shrill cries at each bite. “I wanted to see how big they were, what shape they’d be.”

Sofia’s nostrils were flaring as she stared wild-eyed at him. Her breasts began to swell and stiffen as he tightened the rope, securing it behind her back and under her cape.

“This should make you feel even more sensitive,” he told her, smiling as he delivered a few playful smacks. Each one earned him a long, high pitched whimper from the captured superheroine.

He took out his phone and took pictures of her. He treated it like a paparazzi photoshoot, filming her weak defiance as she tried to hop away from him. She wasn’t giving the safe signal, so Robert knew that this was part of the scenario she wanted.

“Oh, you want to go for a walk?” He laughed as he seized her breasts and squeezed them until she allowed him to guide her back to the desk. By now, she was soaked with sweat, but she still wasn’t ordering a halt. She even nodded her head at his question.

“Let’s go for a walk, then,” With that, he took out a special leash. Instead of ending in a collar, it ended in two large nipple clamps, each one connected by a thin chain to the rest of the leash. Sofia’s whimpers began anew as she stared in anticipation.

“That’s it, be still,” Robert praised her, even as he secured the clamps to her stiff nipples. For her part, Sofia was unable to stop herself from crying out as each clamp was secured.

He took the end of the leash and began tugging on her nipples. “Come on, Wonder Slut! Keep up!”

To her credit, she did. Although she groaned up a storm, her fit legs managed to repeatedly project her forward as he went through his spacious premises. He was generous to her and walked slowly, also allowing her to pause between hops. During the fifth of these pauses, however, he got another idea.

Robert felt his throat going dry as he walked behind Sofia, grabbed the bottom half of her costume, and yanked it downwards. In a moment, it was just a thin line of cloth forming a circle beneath her well-tanned rear end. It was already pink from the spanks he’d given her earlier that session.

As he walked back to the front of her, he wondered what sort of sight would await him.

The hair between her legs was wild and overgrown, bristling and clumping together in a couple of spots, damp and dripping with sweat and possibly other fluids.

He did not touch; that had been one of her limits. Instead, he released her from the nipple clamps (inspiring a relieved sob through her gags), and from the breast harness. Once freed, her bosom slumped downwards, heaving as she took deep breaths through her nose. When she’d caught her breath, Robert lifted up her cape and began slapping her bare cheeks, inspiring her to hop back the way they’d come.

Finally, as she seemed ready to fall to her knees, she reached his desk once again. She mumbled some sort of request through her gags, even as she gave the safe signal.

Robert immediately complied, forgetting the feelings raging inside of him.

First, he ungagged her. “What’s the matter?”

“I have to stop here,” she told him hoarsely. “Please.”

“Of course!” Robert moved quickly but carefully, in the name of efficiency and safety. He undid her spreader-bar as she sat upon the desk. Then he untied her arms, massaging them gently to help Sofia come down from her heights.

Finally, he provided her with chocolate and water, which she accepted gratefully.

“Dios mio,” she grunted between mouthfuls of chocolate. “I was not ready for that.”

Robert was tempted to apologise, but she beat him to the punch. “Not in a bad way, you were fabulous. I just never thought it would be so intense.”

“You never thought that?” Robert asked her playfully.

“Okay, well, maybe a smidge,” Sofia replied. She was grinning again, even as her breathing went back to normal.

They sat together for another hour, chatting about anything and everything as Robert took care to make sure that she was feeling normal after their session. It was not until the end of that hour when Sofia remembered that she was still exposed. She giggled as she went to go change out of her costume.

“I think I’m definitely coming back for another session,” Sofia admitted when she re-emerged. “But I think I need a week or more. I just need some time alone, if you understand.”

“Of course,” Robert affirmed, shaking her hand. “Just call me three days in advance whenever you’re ready.”

A part of him wondered whether she would actually return. Sometimes the clients did some soul-searching after the first session. Sometimes, they decided that once was enough.

Nine days later, he received a call from Sofia’s people, requesting to book another appointment. But he had already realised what she was going to do just three days after she left him. She’d transferred a generous tip to his bank account, along with a cheeky message.

“Just another big thank-you from me. But I don’t think Wonder Woman fully knows her place yet.”

[G9Drox]

*crack*

“MPHHHHHHMMMMM!”

“What was that? I couldn’t understand you. What number was that?

*crack*

“MMMHH-HMPH TMMM!”

*crack*

“MMMMHH-HMPH THMMM!”

That loud ear-splitting voice was powerful. Robert was relieved that he’d been smart enough to put in ear plugs while whipping Sofia. No matter how loud she got, though, the slapper in his hand continued to strike her.

By Sofia’s gagged count, he’d struck different parts of her naked body twenty-twenty three times; if you counted the blows which Robert claimed didn’t count, the number would be closer to forty. Most of those slaps had landed on her generous ass and thighs, but now he was moving to her luscious breasts.

Standing in front of her also meant that he got to look her in the eye as he struck her. As wonderful as it was to hear an angry and incoherent tirade from her mouth, it was quite another thing to see her eyes blazing with anger and then widen with pain.

“Come on, now, sweetheart,” Robert taunted. “Keep counting.” One of her breasts was turning a shade of pink, so he focused on the other.

By now, Sofia was drenched in sweat. She could do nothing but stand where she was, however. They were in the dungeon area, with each of her feet chained firmly to two cinder blocks and her arms chained over her head. She could only stand in place as she was thrashed, counting each strike upon her gorgeous body.

That proved difficult to do with the massive ball-gag in her mouth. Her jaw was stretched to its limits, which only made her drool on herself. She could barely even hint at a cohesive word. It all became a guttural snarl as her breathing flared in and out of her nose.

“You are so fucking pathetic,” Robert declared, sneering at her as she growled in response. “You think you deserve to play Wonder Woman? You think you had it in you to be her?”

Sofia tried to growl like a lioness, but it was a feebler defiance than half an hour ago.

“Aww, getting tired?” Robert stepped forward and delivered a carefully aimed slap to the patch of wild hair between her legs.

Sofia Vergara wailed at this new sensation. Her body shook from her sudden cries and gasps as he continued to hit her there again and again.

“Count them, you slut,” Robert insisted. “Count them!”

She tried to obey, but Robert deliberately delivered too many for her to keep up with. He could sense that she was getting very close.

Her attempts to count disappeared once again. An animal-like cry rang out from her muffled throat as Robert watched her body tremble and pulse with ecstasy.

“Good girl,” he gasped weakly. For a brief moment, he felt almost helpless with desire to do more, to go further. It was a dangerous impulse, and he was quick to curtail it. He wanted her, to be sure, but her limitations had been made clear. And so, he remained clothed, kept his hands well away from his groin, and did not touch her below the waist except to spank her ass.

For now, he relied on the slapper. He waited for her to catch her breath after her orgasm, then resumed striking her. Her squeaks and cries were sounding far more defeated and wearier than before.

“You can’t match up?” Robert asked her, half seriously and half in character. He was beginning to think that she was about to hit her wall.

“MPHHHHHHMMMMM!” Sofia shook her head as she wailed. “HMM MMPPPHHHMMM!”

She suddenly gave the safety signal to stop. At once, Robert dropped the slapper onto the ground and sprang forward with the key to her shackles.

Her wrists and ankles were pink from her capture. Robert had been careful to add velvet covers to his cuffs, but it had still been a sore ordeal for the Colombian cougar.

When her limbs were free, she slumped forward onto her knees, moaning with relief as Robert undid the ball-gag.

“Ay dios mio,” Sofia whimpered. “Pain and pleasure, you said. It would be fun, you said.”

“And?” Robert leaned forward. “Wasn’t it fun?”

“Si, maestro,” Sofia admitted softly, in a tone that he never dreamed he would ever hear but had been hearing regularly for several weeks.

As she’d done for her last five sessions, she’d changed into her Wonder Woman costume at the start of each session. By the end of each session, her costume was strewn about the floor, leaving her fine figure on full display. Now, as she always did, she crawled around and picked up the pieces one by one, letting him watch her grovelling beneath his own roof. He wondered how many people would envy him if they knew what was going on during his therapy sessions with Ms. Sofia Vergara herself.

He dutifully provided her with food and water to help her come down from the highs he’d coaxed and lashed out of her. She also disappeared into a private bath so that she could soothe her sore skin.

Finally, she reemerged, dressed once again in the same casual clothes that she wore outside.

“When would you like to come back?” Robert asked her as they went to the foyer together.

“Actually,” Sofia replied in a hesitant voice. She stopped where she was, looking at him shyly. “There is something I wanted to change about our sessions, Dr. Somers.”

“Go on,” Robert answered calmly.

“When you first gave me that examination,” she began in that same awkward tone. “I mean, the limitations, I made some choices that I want to change for my next session.”

“Change? Howso?” Robert’s mind raced as he thought fervently of what she could be talking about.

“Well, you see,” Sofia began haltingly, “I have a friend who wants to join us. And I want her to join us as well.”

Robert folded his arms and nodded thoughtfully. “Might I ask who she is?”

“Well,” Sofia shrugged, even as she extended the last syllable in that classic manner that she had. “I think you probably know her from the screen.”

“Interesting,” Robert replied. He was beginning to wonder if he was still asleep.

“So, should I bring her with me next week? We’ve been talking about something we want to try,” Sofia admitted. Lo lamento if this is too much or too soon…”

“Not at all,” Robert assured her. “You decide the path which this therapy takes us.”

Sofia gave a sigh of relief, and a nervous giggle as she paid for the finished session and told Robert when to expect her. She refused to reveal who her friend was, insisting that it be a surprise.

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For the rest of that week, Robert agonised over what was about to happen. He had scarcely believed that one celebrity was interested in his practice, let alone two. It was certainly not the first time that someone had spontaneously wished to include someone special, but Robert had only ever been with one celebrity, and it had been a remarkable experience thus far.

He just hoped that things wouldn’t get too complicated, or that he would ruin things somehow. It wasn’t even about the money, though that certainly didn’t hurt. It was deeply fulfilling to see his theories be received and considered by such renowned figures in his society. These were goddesses come to earth, performing countless characters across the mainstream mediums of entertainment. He figured they would have either turned their noses up at him or else sought out someone else to assist them. But Sofia Vergara had found him, by some strange sequence of events. Who could imagine where it would take him next?

When Sofia finally returned to his office, flanked as always by her bodyguards, Robert saw with amazement the woman whom she’d brought with her.

He’d first seen her in a grimy film from the 90s, where she’d famously posed in a bikini while carrying a snake on her shoulders. That first film had hooked him, and unleased hundreds of fantasies in his mind starring her.

She was considerable shorter than Sofia, and slightly older, but no less curvy. Robert wished that he would age half as well as Salma Hayek had.

“Good morning,” she greeted him as he shook her hand.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Robert told her as he led both women to his office. “Truthfully, I was expecting another thorough investigation.”

“I trust Sofia,” Salma assured him. “She’s been saying a lot of good things about your practice.” Her lilting Mexican accent turned her speech into a melody.

“Well, before we begin,” Robert began, turning to Sofia, “I think we need to go over what exactly you two had in mind.”

“Okay,” Sofia drawled, stretching out the last syllable. “And to think I was going to surprise you and everything! Whatever happened to sensual romance?”

Robert blushed as Salma giggled at her friend’s loud sarcasm.

The three of them went into his office and sat down around the small table. Salma filled out her own list of limitations, checking off boxes beside those things which she was comfortable doing. Even as she did that, though, the two thespians explained their idea to an astonished – and increasingly thrilled –Robert.

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“Oonnggnaggaawwd!”

“Come on, now,” Robert taunted as he secured the bit gag in place behind her head. “You can talk better than that.” He gave her naked ass a good slap to inspire her.

Sofia and Salma faced each other, both of them naked except for the long, brightly coloured nipple tassles which swung round at the merest shake of their considerable breasts. Their arms were secured in the reverse prayer position behind their backs, but not before Robert had also taped their fingers together.

“Let’s see a show,” Robert ordered, slapping Salma’s ass. She cried out again as she began to shake her shoulders. The tassels spun round and round as flesh her breasts clapped together and against her chest.

“Good girl,” Robert assured her, even as he drank in the sight of Salma Hayek as he’d never imagined he’d ever see her.

“haaaghiagh, maaaeegghghhoooo,” Salma moaned, batting her eyelashes at him, just as he’d ordered her to do whenever he called her ‘good girl’. He had given her nearly thirty such orders to his two subs. It only occurred to him later what a fun memory challenge it was to give two actresses.

Sofia giggled as Salma tried to speak again. It was a difficult task when she had such a formidable bit between her teeth, keeping her jaws half-open. “Gawwwgkaanhhit,” she grumbled as Sofia laughed harder. Drool poured down her cheek and mixed with the sweat that was already plentiful on her skin.

“Laugh while you can, Sofia,” Robert urged the taller actress as he approached her with another bit gag in her hands. “Now open that slutty mouth.”

“Si, maestro,” Sofia cooed before opening up her mouth in a big smile. She dangled her tongue out of her mouth, letting it hang over her brightly done lower lip.

As Robert pushed the bit gag between her teeth, she began to wiggle her tongue playfully. A little growl left her throat as he went behind her and secured the gag.

This was different from their previous sessions. There, she’d been in character as a defiant superheroine. This time, she was herself, giving in to her submissive role towards Robert. It was an astonishing experience for him; sometimes it was a struggle to remain professional, as it was now.

Of course, no matter how excited Robert got, he never forgot the rules and the limitations which they had made. It had been one of the first things which he’d learned to do when he’d embraced being a dom. No matter how many firm lines were drawn into the sand, he would never forget where they were.

“Alright, ladies,” he ordered as he brandished a horsewhip. “Let’s be good little bimbos and say your prayers.”

It was an astonishing sight. Salma and Sofia, veteran film stars and mothers besides, gingerly knelt down on the soft floor, and began reciting prayers in Spanish as best they could through their bit gags.

“Come on, now,” Robert warned. “The one who says it best gets the first prize! Isn’t that what you want?”

Salma and Sofia tried again, speaking as slowly and deliberately as they could, fighting desperately against the bits which made their words sound like gibberish.

It didn’t help that Robert strolled around the two of them, lashing their thighs, breasts and ass with the whip. “Start again,” he’d tell them when they squealed and moaned.

As they did so, he also tested their memories by giving them different code phrases.

“You on fire for the lord, Sofia?”

Moaning, Sofia bent forward and wiggled her ass back and forth.

“Salma, do you want a carrot?”

The Oscar-nominated thespian neighed like a pony as she tossed her silky black hair like a pony’s mane.

Eventually, Robert allowed them both to finish their prayers from start to finish. Gasping for breath, their relief turned to anxiety as they looked up at him where they knelt.

“D’you know what,” Robert pondered solemnly. “I think I’m going to declare sudden death.”

With that, he stepped forward and helped both Salma and Sofia rise to their feet. One had grabbed Sofia’s left breast, and the other gripped Salma’s right breast, guiding them so that they faced each other again. Thanks to the breast harnesses which Robert had tied in place along with the reverse prayer, both their bosoms were swollen.

“The first one to take the other one’s tassels off is the winner, “Robert announced. “I want fair play, no squirming or ducking when it isn’t your turn. You have stand still or else you forfeit. Am I clear?”

Both women nodded their heads fervently.

Robert took out his phone and began the timer. “Salma, you go first.”

Immediately, Salma stepped forward and thrust her jaw towards Sofia’s left breast. Robert watched eagerly as Salma tried to pin the tassel between the bit and her tongue. Sofia began to moan at the sensation, and her legs began to quiver.

“Stand still, Sofia,” Robert warned. “Are you my perfect bimbo.”

“GGhhhhiii, fffafffii,” Sofia whimpered.

Salma continued with a frantic energy which overcame any hesitations she might have had. In a shorter length of time than Robert had expected, the first tassel fell to the floor.

“You’re on fire, Salma,” Robert called, curious to see if she would remember to obey his code.

Cheekily, Salma didn’t stop to wiggle her bum, but continued to tug at the right tassel as her ass shook and jiggled.

Sofia was growing sweatier than before. Standing still, and being so tightly bound, was beginning to feel like torture, based on her growing frustration. Robert did his part by continuing to spank her. It wasn’t long before she was practically sobbing as her ass had turned pink.

Finally, the right tassel came off. Salma squealed as she turned wide-eyed to Robert.

“Good girl,” he assured her.

“Ghghghgaaaagghghiiiaagghghg, maaaeeeghghghghgooooo,” came her bimbo-ish reply.

“Alright, Sofia, your turn.” Robert ordered. He set the timer anew as he watched Sofia frantically bend forward.

As he’d suspected, it was much more difficult for the taller woman to accomplish the same feat as the shorter woman had. Salma had been in the perfect position, and it still took her a decent amount of time. Sofia was frantically bending her head one way or the other, desperately trying to imitate Salma’s moves.

Now it was Salma’s turn to stand still. Robert was thinking of something that she’d approved that Sofia had refused.

As the two actresses carried on, Robert went behind Salma and began pushing his finger between her thighs.

Salma cried out at the sudden sensation of his cool hands moved up her inner thigh and began rubbing against the loose folds of her womanhood.

Sofia was still struggling; she hadn’t even gotten one free yet. Robert knelt on the floor beside Salma’s leg, gazing upward as he watched his fingers disappear inside of her. He sighed as he heard Salma’s cries become louder.

He moved slowly, deliberately, not even flinching as he felt drops slide down his arm or drip onto his face. He continued to finger her as Sofia continued rubbing against her nipples, agitating and exciting her closer and closer to release.

“Give us another prayer, Salma,” Robert ordered.

She began again in Spanish. She suddenly began repeating a sound which sounded like she was trying to say “Dios”. Her legs shook uncontrollably, and she seemed to sway where she stood. Robert had already put his other hand to her back, allowing her to lean on him for support.

Carefully, Robert stood up again when Salma’s orgasm passed. Sofia was still desperately working on that first tassel. “You lose, Sofia.”

“Hhhhhaawwwwhhhhhh,” Sofia groaned. She began pleading through her bit until a hard slap to her breast made her meekly go quiet once more.

“You win, Salma.” Robert teased. Once again holding one of their breasts in each hand, he pulled them back to the toy table. Robert had already gone through his collection and put everything he needed on full display. Including the seven-inch long strap-on which he began securing onto Sofia.

The taller woman pouted and grunted bitterly into her gag, but Robert simply smirked and swatted her sore ass with the horsewhip. “Come on now, you’re not gonna be a sore loser.”

Once it was secured, Robert led both women over to the bed. With his help, Salma was made to kneel and lean forward so that her rear end stuck up in the air. Behind her, Sofia knelt, even as Robert slowly guided the shaft to teased Salma’s opening.

“Begin, Sofia,” he ordered, slapping her ass harder than before.

“Huuuaaaahhhh.” She began to thrust, slowly at first as she pushed herself deeper inside of Salma. The latter voiced her approval with another loud cry.

Robert stood back and watched the two women writhe in position. As much as their bonds allowed them to, at least. It was a miraculous sight.

Sofia snarled as she glared jealously down at Salma, who was feeling a new orgasm blooming up inside of her with each thrust. It made her move faster, as if she wanted to shorten her friend’s pleasure out of spite. It earned her several hard lashings until she begrudgingly slowed down.

“You want to know a secret?” Robert suddenly whispered into her ear. “I was going to make you lose no matter what.”

“Waaaaaa?”

“See, this is true humiliation,” Robert taunted as he gave her nipples a few good twists. “This is what it’s like to be Wonder Woman.”

Much to her surprise, he revealed her Wonder Woman tiara and put it on her head, even as the 1970s Wonder Woman theme song started to play on the speakers.

Sofia’s wide eyes were full of outrage, even as Robert secured the Wonder Woman cape to her. Then he took Sofia’s cellphone and began taking her picture.

“Haaaaahwwwwaaaa…” Her snarl was almost genuinely angry, but she made no sign to stop the humiliation. This was what she wanted, even as she gifted Salma more waves of ecstasy.

[BlissfulMisery]

I really like the overall concept of looking at BDSM through a therapeutic lens. It is not uncommon to see kinky play done for at least partially this reason, to help work through or overcome past traumas. Playing with strong emotions and extreme sensations is something that can be wonderfully cathartic, even healing, even if the method of doing so might look (on the surface) at odds with the intended result. And I think this story touches on something meaningful in that regard, even if in wrapped in a fictional covering.

Also on an unrelated note, pretty rare to see the humble slapper mentioned. The 'leash' was also a nice addition Definitely some intense therapy going on in this particular practice!

[TapeTurtle]

Another ridiculously good chapter!

[G9Drox]

The double session with Salma Hayek and Sofia Vergara had been unlike anything Robert could have imagined. After it was over, he had furiously typed page after page of notes, wondering if he might begin a new academic paper. Who knew where things might go, after all? He was always careful to disguise the patients he wrote about, and he only ever did so with their permission. The latter might prove difficult to obtain, but Robert was optimistic.

Since her session with Salma, Sofia and Robert had spent hours discussing their sessions and exploring her interest in this sort of therapy. She even increased her boundaries to the point that Robert was fingering her into an orgasm. He was confident that if he spoke to her further down the line, she might concede so long as she was a strictly anonymous patient.

Therefore, it was an astonished Robert who sat Sofia down on the couch and found out she wished to stop.

“I’m so sorry to do this,” she lamented, “but I think this is too personal.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that there is a line between sex and therapy,” Sofia admitted. “For me, anyway,” she clarified. “I think this was me trying something new, and now I know it’s not for me.”

Robert hadn’t predicted this would happen, but he was well-accustomed to this outcome. “I understand,” he assured her. “I only hope that I haven’t given you cause to mistrust me.”

“Oh nooo,” she urged in that wonderful way of extending her vowels. “It’s not like that. I know Salma wants to see you again.

Just as Sofia predicted, Robert received a phone call from her, requesting a one-on-one session.

It was a slightly amusing experience for Robert; He had already performed an extensive session with her, and now they were starting at square one.

“Tell me,” she ventured thoughtfully, “how much research do you do about your patients?”

“Only what’s given to me,” Robert replied firmly.

“Even with someone like me?”

“Of course,” Robert insisted. “I wouldn’t treat you differently.”

Salma laughed at that. It wasn’t scornful, but nor was it particularly amused.

“I’m sorry?”

“I just thought that was cute,” Salma adjusted her bangs as she leaned back on the couch. She was wearing a sun dress due to the heat wave, and she had come in wearing a highly fashionable wide-brimmed hat. Robert guessed that her outfit had cost more than all the clothes in his closet put together.

“You don’t believe me?”

“I believe that you believe it,” Salma assured him. “But it’s not the same. Not really. Even you have to admit that.”

“I suppose there are certainly a few differences between you and my average client,” Robert conceded. “But my treatment of you will be the same.”

“I’m sure you mean that too,” Salma said. “But it’s probably gonna be hard, no? I mean, be honest.” She leaned forward to give him a good view of her cleavage. “Have you ever fantasised about having me as a patient?”

Robert felt a shudder go down his neck as her voice gradually lowered into a purr. She had done so in an ironic manner, smiling cheekily as she teased him with a view of the same breasts that he’d spent two hours playing with and teasing and disciplining.

‘Well played,’ he thought to himself. It wasn’t the first time that a strong woman wanted to try and turn the tables on him. He could tell that Salma was well accustomed to being in charge, and now she was testing him to see how he’d maintain control.

“Yes,” he declared freely. “I very much have.”

Judging by her reaction, Salma hadn’t expected such a frank answer.

“However,” Robert reiterated, “I have never let my personal feelings overcome my professionalism. You are welcome to ask any of my patients, including your friend.”

Salma smiled, but she said nothing for a moment.

“But since you bring up research, Ms. Hayek,” Robert resumed, “I have a feeling that you want to discuss something that I might already know about.”

Salma gave the smallest of nods. She leaned back as her mood became shyer. “I once said something very stupid. I bet you already know what it is I said.”

“Try me.”

Salma rolled her eyes. “Oh god, you want me to say it again?” With an embarrassed sigh, she sat up. Her eyes and mouth widened as she feigned an over-the-top performance of what Robert could only -inevitably - describe as a bimbo.

“I’m a very good stepmum! I always wanted more children, but I couldn’t have another after Valentina! You have to work very hard to please them all. If you are making pizza, there is one who doesn’t like cheese, and another who hates tomato. Our chef sometimes looks so downhearted. He’s always saying, ‘Madam, what are we going to do?”

Robert was intrigued by her delivery. He couldn’t tell where the sarcasm began, and the self-loathing ended. “That does ring a bell.”

It did more than that. His friend Ainsley had had a field day with that quote. “That’s exactly what the fuck is wrong with us,” they had jeered, shaking their head contemptuously. “What kind of first world problem is that, eh?”

Salma seemed to recognise that he was downplaying his memory, for she gave him a flat stare. “You know how often I see people reposting that quote online? You ever read the comments that go with it?”

“I’ve come across it,” Robert conceded. “How often do you look those comments up?”

“More than I should,” Salma admitted after a moment. “Most times I wish I hadn’t said it.”

“Do you remember why you said it?”

“No, not really,” she replied. “I guess I was a bit careless, you know?” She gave a helpless shrug. “At first, I was mortified, oh my god! It was awkward, and I was just ‘ugh, what came over me?’” It was a remarkable thing to see a thespian put on a performance of her own conscience, the way any ordinary person would do if they were telling a story.

Robert suddenly wondered if this whole display of contrition was a performance for her. Was this what she was truly feeling, or was it something that she wanted people to think of her?

She carried on as flamboyantly as ever. “So then I just go back to those message boards, and I keep going back, you know? I see them saying “oh my god, what a bitch, what a spoiled brat!” That sort of thing. I mean,” she made a face which Robert wasn’t able to interpret. Before he could ask her for clarifications, she was talking again.

“So then skip ahead, and here comes Sofia with all this talk about you and your system. She talks about the humiliations, the bondage, all of it.”

Robert wasn’t sure how they’d gotten here in such a quick timespan, but he was mesmerized. He still took notes as she talked, but it felt like a mechanical action as he took in this woman’s ability to tell a story.

“I’ll be honest, I thought she was crazy, but that helped me realise something, and it’s why I wanted to come with her to try it out before I really jumped in, you know? I mean, I don’t know how long I’ll last- if you know what I mean,” she added hastily, blushing as she covered her eyes for a moment.

“I do,” Robert assured her. “Carry on.”

It took Salma a brief giggle fit before she could continue. “Anyway, so the long story short is, I just realised why I kept going back to the comments, why I keep going back to the trolls. I think I just enjoyed feeling embarrassed. And maybe that’s also why I said that in the first place, you know?”

“I see,” Robert remarked. “Is that why you wanted to be on the receiving end of Sofia?”

Salma smirked. “I mean, that’s not the only reason.”

“Right,” Robert acknowledged as they shared a chuckle. “But is embarrassment something you wanted to dive into?”

“Absolutely,” answered Salma. “Within my limitations, of course,” she added with a playfully wagging finger.

“As you say,” Robert quipped, “absolutely.”

Thus, the real talk began.

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“Come on, now!”

“Hmmmmmm!”

“I told you, hurry up!”

He couldn’t believe his eyes.

Salma Hayek, an Oscar-nominated woman of such poise and dignity, was hobbling towards him with utter abashment in her eyes. A low moan left her as she obeyed his command.

Prior to the session, she’d bought the sluttiest maid outfit which she could find. She had had her hair braided into two tails, which looked ridiculous on a woman in her early 50s. They poked out from beneath the little maid’s bonnet he’d secured to the top of her head.

Thanks to a long red armbinder, Salma’s arms were firmly placed behind her back. It left her unable to cover her breasts, which hung out of her costume. “Mexican Milf” was lovingly drawn upon them with permanent ink.

The cherry on top was her gag. A ball filled her mouth, a panel covered her lips, and jutting out from her face was a bright pink fluffy feather duster.

Robert smirked as he leaned forward and slapped her left breast hard enough to make her squeal. “Come on, puta, get moving. You’ve got a lot of work to do.”

“MMMMMPH,” she moaned as she walked around his study in the same heels that she’d worn to three different Academy Award ceremonies. Her ankles had been chained together, however, but a chain which was slightly too short for her normal gait. As a result, she was forced to take smaller steps which caused her exposed breasts to jiggle as they hung out of her maid costume. A nipple clamp was firmly in place, with each one supporting two light bells.

“This way, I’ll know you’re not just sitting around on the job,” Robert had told her as he’d put them on her nipples, even as she’d moaned and whined at the sensation.

He watched her move from one piece of furniture to the other, awkwardly dusting objects with her forniphiliac gag. Robert held up Salma’s phone and filmed her progress, as well as his playful spanks and gropes to illicit muffled reactions.

As before, she also obeyed his coded commands, dutifully humiliating herself in dozens of little ways. Robert fancied that there were two fires burning within her; one was Shame and the other was Excitement. It was very fun to see how long it would take for Excitement to triumph over Shame.

The French maid outfit clung to her body, even as her visible skin slowly became damp with sweat.

Robert followed her, feeling himself growing more and more aroused by the sight of her. He knew full well what she had approved of; it had certainly amused her to see his reaction to her checklist.

He chose his moment carefully. “Clean the desk, puta,” he ordered her. He could feel his voice growing hoarser than before.

Salma must have heard it too, for she paused and looked at him. A sly expression flashed in those magnificent eyes of hers, and she suddenly embraced her role. As she leaned over the desk to dust the other side of it, she caused her ass to quiver playfully. One heel went up into the air and then landed back onto the floor with a definitive clack. She repeated the gesture two more times in rapid succession.

It was her signal. Robert did not need a second hint.

He’d kept a condom on hand for this moment. His hands shook for a moment as he stripped half-naked and put it on. He’d never dreamed that this would be his lot in life; to actually fuck an Academy Award-nominated thespian, which only continued her degradation at his hands.

Now, one of those hands was pressed on her armbinder, even as the other lifted up her maid skirt. Salma gave a loud squeal as he slipped inside of her. “Let me help you with that,” Robert snarled as he began to thrust inside her warm, wet cunt.

“MM-HMMM,” Salma moaned. The duster on her face began knocking objects over as it waved about willy-nilly.

Robert gasped as he held onto her warm body, slamming himself as far inside her as he could go. He pulled her hair to evoke a higher pitch from her. “Say your prayers like a good girl.”

It was impossible to tell if she was obeying his orders. The gag was so thorough that she could only “mmmph” in reply to his order. It made little matter; seeing her so helpless as this was more than enough.

He slowed his pace, partly for his sake and partly to hear the desperate hunger in her grunts. He spat on her neck and back, prompting an angry growl from her.

“Don’t you dare talk back to me, puta,” Robert snarled hoarsely. “Take it like all the other putas do.”

“MMMPHMM,” Salma cried out as he redoubled his pace. He thrust as fast as he could manage, even as she gave a shrill cry.

That cry was soon matched by a deeper one. Robert called out in astonishment and joy as he reached his own climax. He continued to thrust until he felt himself go limp. He took deep breaths to collect himself as he slumped on top of his patient, even as she gave a low, satisfied moan.

[GreyLord]

You have an absolutely fascinating concept, and you have written it very well. And, after all, every M/F type on this site has dreamed about tying up Sophie and Selma. Kudos, and I do hope to see more!

[TapeTurtle]

Another ridiculously good chapter! Hope to see more!