Submersion Therapy

Mid day. It's a hot July day, the kind that makes you sweat sitting in a dress shirt. The kind of day that made Mark wish his 3rd floor therapy office had air conditioning. Almost 4 o'clock, just about time for the last appointment of the day.

Julie was running late. She sped across town knowing she had 8 minutes to be at her 4 o'clock appointment. Ugh why does this always happen? This was half of her problem, she had an issue with being late often among other things, and feeling the need to smooth things over with people was an often occurrence. She zipped into the parking lot and ran up the stairs, feeling the heat extra by the time she got up there. 5 minutes late.

As she walked in the lady at the front desk who looked in her 40's smiled at her.

"Oh hello Julie, Dr. Stienberg is waiting for you. He'll see you now" She said.

"Oh, Ok then. Sorry I'm a little late, traffic was-" The receptionist cut her off.

"It's okay, just head in, he's waiting".

So Julie headed into the office of the therapist she'd been sent to see by the court. She sat down in the chair and smiled at him curtly.

"why hello Dr. I'm so sorry I'm late, I just wanted to look my best for our appointment" She said with a smile. She had her cute blonde hair curled, and was wearing a knee length blue sundress.

Dr. Stienberg looked at her with disapproving eyes and shook his head.

"It's lovely to meet you Julie. I'm Dr. Stienberg. I'm afraid your flirtatious methods won't work on me, I know why you're here."

She was watching him intently, her blue eyes following his tall form as he shook her hand and they settled into a set of chairs. He was about 5'11, with long dark hair and broad muscly shoulders, dark framed glasses, a neatly trimmed beard and a sharp button shirt. The room was a medium sized room, with Dr. Stienberg's desk against the wall by the window, a bookshelf on one side with some new age looking art on the other side, with two chairs, a small table and a lay out couch.

"I've reviewed your case quite a few times before this appointment, and I Have to say I find you intriguing. A woman who over flirts with figures of authority to get your way, and get out of trouble." He didn't beat around the bush!

She looked at him quietly, unsure of what to say. "Well, I know it's just a way of overcompensating to get power over men. I don't need you to fix me. I come onto men in power to get my way or make up for being late, or having an attitude"

"well your last boss seemed to think you need help when you kept coming on to him and you ran out of warnings. What am I supposed to make of that? Is there a reason you keep doing this?" Mark asked.

"I like dick okay. And I get a thrill out of coming onto authority figures." She said, as she winked at him. She didn't care about any of this. Julie was a slut and proud.

"I thought you'd say that. I know your issue is one that can be fixed, but you've even rejected other therapies. Which is why I'm going to move straight to suggesting we engage in full submersion therapy. This will involve me giving you a strong dose of this thing that you're craving so much." Mark said to her with a grin.

"Wh-What exactly are you saying" Julie asked, slightly taken off guard.

"You must have missed the part in my portfolio where I'm a behavioral sex therapist that specializes in hypersexual cases and bdsm submersion therapy. It's okay, this is why the court sent you to me." He said proudly.

"Aside from submerging you in sexual activity every appointment, I will be giving you homework tasks that you will be expected to complete. Think of me as your professional dom, since it's quite clear your behavior is brought on by a severe lack of dominance in your life, so you seek sexual attention from your authority figures when you've 'been a brat'. Am I right?" He asked, quite sternly.

"Uh huh" Was all she could get out. No one had ever figured her out like that before.

"I'm going to force you to give me a long and sloppy blowjob and choke on my cock so that you cure your urge for it. I'm going to fuck your face so hard, and make you drool on my hard dick until I cum, and then keep going." He said with a grin. "Is this the type of therapy you'll consent to?" She nodded again with pleading eyes.

She didn't know what else to say. She was used to using sexual favours to get what she needed and feel fulfilled from authority figures. It wasn't often they were offered. But as she sat and thought about it, He was already standing and undoing his pants. She smiled and reached out to rub his leg.

Mark unzipped his pants and pulled out a big and thick veiny 7" cock, already mostly hard. She looked at it with hunger as he took her over and grabbed her head, slammed his dick into her mouth, and grabbed a handful of hair at the same time. Her eyes bulged as she struggled to keep up, but she realised it had a nice downward curve that slides down the throat really nicely. He kept thrusting, with a firm grip on her hair.

Julie managed to catch up to what was going on and wrap her hands around his waist while he fucked her face, like no one ever had before. He stopped for a second to let her breathe.

"Wow Dr., that's so much-" she said with tears in her eyes, before he cut her off.

"You may call me sir from now on." Sir replied.

"Yes Sir." She replied.

And she began to suck his cock with gentle intensity, sloppily running her lips up and down the shaft, running her hands up and down giving him a hand job too. Swirling her tongue around the head, and feeling his muscular butt with her hands. Then Sir decided it'd been enough of oral and pulled out, picked her up by the hand and threw her to the sofa. He pushed her down an lifted her dress up.

"Ha, you naughty girl, you're not even wearing anything under this sundress."

"Nope!" She laughed out loud, just as he spanked her ass 3 times.

Then he buried his face and beard in her already wet pussy in a way she wasn't expecting. Flicking her clit with his tongue and lapping up her juices with hunger while she moaned into the pillow, he made her wonder if he had two tongues. It was all she could do not to scream but she knew the receptionist would hear.

Nevertheless, she could feel him Sticking fingers in and curling them ever so slightly, she was soon feeling her first orgasm coming as she stuttered and shook on the couch.

And while she grasped onto the last few minutes, Sir put a rubber on and thrusted his throbbing cock into her pussy, pushing her down into the couch with his hands. Getting a grip on both sides of her hips, he started slow but with a firm grip on her, it was thrilling none the less.

Then he pulled out, spanked her ass hard 10 times til it got red, and casually shoved his cock back in.

"Yes this feels good doesn't it Julie? Aren't you glad you can come to therapy and get a hard good fucking so you don't have to get it elsewhere? To be punished and spanked for all your bad behavior?" He asked with wild abandon

"Yes sir, this is what I've needed." She managed to get out in between thrusts.

Then he squeezed her hips hard and got ready to cum, kept pounding and for a minute got harder and faster, making her cum again with him.

Then Sir got up, wiped off, gave her tissues, and beckoned that they sit and talk more now that they had finished a round of submersion. He was really quite easy to talk to. They chatted after for about 20 minutes, unpacking the session and having a snack. Then as she stood up he gave her homework.

I want you to pleasure yourself at least once a day for the next week, and make sure you journal about what you were thinking about when you play with yourself. And he gave her a piece of paper with instructions that was signed "- Good Girl."

She took it wide eyed, "Okay sir, that sounds good. Um, - Thank you, it was really lovely to meet you, you're the most amazing therapist I've met." She said as flustered as could be, She Smiled, winked at him and left, excited for next week's appointment.