Content Warning: This story contains themes of modification and dubious consent. No characters were harmed during the recording of this tale.
“Yes, I’m here.” Amanda rose with a sigh. She still had no idea what she was doing here. Wasn’t it the point of couple’s therapy that the two of them present? But no, Amanda had been sent alone. Richard had decided she should fix their problems. As if that were even possible. His lifestyle could never be fixed.
“Welcome, Amanda, please take a seat.” The doctor pointed to her chair.
“So, can you tell me why you are here?” The doctor looked like he was in his fifties, and he seemed kind enough.
“Well, my husband made this appointment for me, because he thinks we should get couple’s therapy.”
The doctor nodded appreciatively. “I see. Is it usual that he makes such appointments for you?”
Amanda huffed. “No, not at all. I’m the one who makes all the appointments and pays the bills.”
“So you are the one who runs the household?” The doctor concluded.
“Yes, you could say that.”
The doctor poured a glass of water from a can. He handed it to Amanda. “Here you go. So why do you need therapy? Are you unhappy? Is Richard unhappy?”
Amanda took a sip of water before answering. The water tasted a bit stale, but she figured it had been on the doctor’s desk all day.
“No, I’m not unhappy. Life is okay as it is. It’s not as exciting as it used to be, but I guess that’s married life.”
The doctor nodded while strictly monitoring the glass in her hands. “You can’t always stay in love. And Richard?”
“He wants more sex.” Amanda didn’t like to admit it, but she was here now. Little use to hide it now.
“Yes, that’s often the case with men. And you don’t feel like pleasing him more often?”
“Pleasing him? Why the hell would I do that? I give him a blowjob once a week, and once a month he is allowed to have intercourse with me. I would think that is more than enough.”
“Unfortunately I hear this a lot. That the male in the relationship wants more sex than the female. This can be remedied, of course, as long as both partners are able and willing to put their best foot forward and adjust to the other’s wishes. But it’s not easy, especially when the two are so far apart in what they see as the perfect relationship.”
Amanda nodded while drinking about half of the cup. Instead of making her feel better, she started to feel woozy. She drank some more, hoping the water would help to clear her head. The drink really did taste funny.
The doctor kept on talking, and it became hard to follow what he was saying.
Relationships – Richard – sex – more.
She shook her head and tried to stand up, but the world turned too quickly. She fell back into her seat.
“Careful, Amanda, don’t move too fast. You’ll feel better in a second.”
She blinked hard. “Better? What…what is happening?”
The doctor placed his hand on hers. “Don’t you worry now. Everything’s gonna be all right. Richard wanted you to transition quickly.”
The doctor got up and went over to her side of the desk. He produced a pair of headphones and put them on her head. “Here, listen to this. Focus on the words, okay?”
By now, Amanda’s entire world was spinning. She closed her eyes and listened to the words.
Obey your Master.
Listen to everything he says.
Your desire for sex is unstoppable.
You need cock.
Smile and make yourself pretty.
Amanda took in the phrases. She hardly understood the words.
While she was listening, a smile grew on her face.
Two hours later, the doctor removed the headphones.
“Hi Mandy, how are you feeling?” He scrutinised her face while taking her pulse at the same time.
“Feeling?” She giggled. She blinked and looked around her. “I, erm, I think I need cock, Master.” She laughed and covered her mouth with her hand.
The doctor nodded calmly. “I’m sure you do, Mandy. Do you have any aches? Any dizziness?”
“Hihi, dizziness. That’s a funny word.”
“I agree, Mandy, but do you feel dizzy right now?”
She shook her head. “No, Master, but shaking my head does feel funny.”
“That’s fine. Are you ready to meet your Master?”
Her face fell. “Aren’t you my Master?”
“No, Mandy. I’ll bring him in for you. Stay here.”
The doctor left the room and returned with Richard a few moments later. “Remember, she just transitioned, so you need to be careful with her. Do you remember what I told you?”
“Yes, yes, don’t call her by her real name, protect her from the world, enjoy the perks.”
“Exactly. Well Richard, meet your girl, Mandy.”
Mandy avoided her husband’s stare.
Richard held out his hand. “Hi Mandy, I’m here to take you home.”
“Hi,” Mandy replied shyly.
“I am your Master. Is that all right?”
She excitedly bobbed her head.
“You can use the examination room next door if you want to claim her now? I’ve learned that it makes them calmer through the remainder of the transition,” the doctor told Richard.
“Sure. Come, babe.”
Mandy looked confused from left to right. “What is happening?”
“We’re going to have some fun.”
She jumped up and clapped her hands. “Yay, fun!”
Richard brought his wife to the examination room.
“Okay, Mandy, we don’t have much time.”
She looked at him, solemnly with big eyes.
“We’re going to have to do this quick, but I’m going to fuck you. Is that okay?”
“Of course, Master. I am yours to command. What position do you want me in?”
“Lean on the table.”
Mandy took the position on the examination table.
“Lower your pants. How else am I supposed to enter you?”
She quickly followed his order.
Richard licked his lips at the sight before him.
He stood behind her and stroked her ass. “Oh Mandy, if you had known how many times I dreamt of this exact thing.”
She giggled. “You only had to ask.”
His finger travelled to her cunt. She was wet already.
“Oh, Master.” She pushed her ass back so he had better access. Mandy wanted to be touched by Master. All she wanted now was for him to be inside her. “Thank you.” She moaned to show him how much she wanted him to finger her.
“Are you ready to accept my cock?” Richard grunted in her ear.
“Oh, yes, Master.”
“Then take it.” With one hard thrust, he pushed his dick inside of his wife.
Her body shuddered. “Oh yes, Sir, thank you, oh, thank you.”
She felt filled and fulfilled like her life was done. Being fucked by her owner was everything she could have ever wished for. She moaned hard with every thrust.
He pounded her hard. For Mandy, it couldn’t be hard enough.
It only took him little time to reach his orgasm and spew his load inside of her.
“Oh yes, Master, yes, cum for me. Give it all to me.”
“You are mine, Mandy, all mine.”
After the quick fuck, they got dressed and went back into the adjacent room.
“Thank you, doctor, for all your work. She is perfect.”
Mandy stood next to him with a big smile on her face.
“So I see,” the doctor replied. “I’m glad to have been of help. If you want any of the bodily additions we talked about, just give me a call, and I can arrange it for you.”
“I will, doctor, thank you. Let’s go, Mandy.”
“Bye, doctor,” Mandy said as she waved happily.
“Bye Mandy, take good care of your Master.”
Mandy followed Richard happily. She was so lucky with such a great Master.
The story continues:
I feel like there is a deeper meaning to this story (or it’s just me overthinking), because how many people are there who try to ‘fix’ their partners to be like they want them to be, and not accept them as they are? Quite disturbing, actually. I hope you continue this…
Thank you ☺️
To me, it’s a different world view, one not in line with the current zeitgeist. What would happen if the woman in this case, gives up everything and submits fully to her husband? Once she comes back around, will she experience pain and loss or maybe relief? Is our western society the best way to live, for all partners involved?
So yes, I suppose there is a form of philosophy behind it ?
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My this is really good Liz – I saw it on Marie’s soss post – so glad she shouted it out x
Thank you so much ☺️
Hmmm on one hand, hot to think about the whole having a living sex doll and being controlled.
On the other, there are many who might take a leap like this to get the partner they want. But what are the costs…. 🙂 Good read.
Thank you ☺️
The question could also be: are the costs of losing independence really as high as we might think? ?
This is one of those “This is definitely wrong but also this is arousing to read” kind of things. And i would definitely love to see this story progress — what happens, does she find out, where does this go?
Thank you ☺️
I prefer my fiction to be dark and there has to be something wrong. That’s what makes me tick ?
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