The Evil Therapist

By Wanda Peters

But Loretta was not like most psychologists. Loretta loved her job, and she reveled in seeing every mark of torture that her clients bore as signs of what they had gone through at the hands of other humans. While most therapists cringed when they saw the tears streaming down their client's faces, Loretta had to work hard to hide her joy. Loretta loved her job.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Wanda Peters
• Release date: Jul 6, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005652111

Wanda Peters

I write erotic books, mostly about cuckolding. If you are looking for that type of book, you might ask yourself what exactly do you want in an erotic book. I think that if you can read one of my books and keep both hands on the book then I have not done my job. I don't believe that anyone that buys or reads one of my books or stories are looking for great literature.I don't try to compete with Shakespear when I write. What I do try to do is to put together a compelling story that someone will want to continue to read. A word of caution my books are not for the faint of heart. Many of my characters do not have a happy ending. A few of my books do have some satirical humor but for the most part, they are about males that are dominated and humiliated by their wives or lovers.I hope you enjoy my work.

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The Evil Therapist

Wanda Peters

Copyright 2015

Smashwords Edition

Disclaimer: This story is, in its entirety, a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any real person living or dead is a coincidence. It also contains descriptions of sexual acts between men and women and between women and women. If these things are objectionable to you, please do not read this book.

The Evil Therapist

Chapter One - Understanding Loretta

Loretta Marks had just finished the kind of day that would have sent most psychologists running to their local bar to obliterate what they had seen and heard from their minds with hard liquor. As a rape crisis counselor, Loretta saw and heard the worst of the worst. She counseled women and occasionally men that had been tortured abused and violated by other humans who saw them as mere prey.

And many of them had the marks to show for their ordeals. Loretta had a photographic memory, and so every bruise, cut, whip mark, and cigarette burn were imprinted on her mind the same as a photograph is imprinted on a camera disc. And that attribute would be what would send most other people in her position screaming into an asylum.

But Loretta was not like most psychologists. Loretta loved her job, and she reveled in seeing every mark of torture that her clients bore as signs of what they had gone through at the hands of other humans. While most therapists cringed when they saw the tears streaming down their client's faces, Loretta had to work hard to hide her joy.

And now that her day was over, she could not wait to get home and use and abuse her male slave. He had also been one of her clients, a man appointed to her by the courts after his wife had forced him to sign over all his property to her and then had unceremoniously kicked him to the curb. He had sought refuge in a homeless shelter and eventually had found his way into Loretta’s office.

Most of the people she treated, she actually tried to heal. After all, she had to maintain a certain percentage of successes, or she would eventually lose her practice. But Don had been one of those cases that she did not want to recover completely from his ordeal at the hands of his wife. She could see potential in him, a male that could be molded to her will. She had to congratulate his now ex-wife. The woman certainly had a talent for breaking the opposite sex. And Don was so completely broken that Loretta only had to plant a few seeds in his mind that he deserved everything his wife had given him.

Within a few more sessions, she had him admitting that he wanted to crawl under her desk and lick the dirt from her shoes. Of course, she could not allow him to do that. It would have been unethical.

But when she finally pronounced him cured and ready to reenter society, she had led him to her secluded home and installed him as her personal slave and maid. And of course, part of his duties was to keep all of her footwear clean and spit-shined. The spit was required to come from his tongue.

But unlike Sandy, she did not treat Don badly 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. For the most part, she treated him with kindness and understanding. As long as he kept her home clean and progressed at his cunnilingus lessons, she allowed him good clean food and water. What she did not allow was for him to achieve his own orgasm unless she supervised it, and she supervised very seldom.

On the rare occasions that she relented and took off his chastity device, she always made him earn his orgasm with some type of pain above and beyond the normal discipline sessions. And so very quickly, he came to associate pain with pleasure.

And tonight, after hearing a new patient describe how she had been raped and tortured for days on end before she had escaped, she was in the mood to cause some pain of her own. Not because she was angered by what the man had done but rather because she was jealous that she could not have witnessed his cruelty first hand.

Chapter Two - An Evening With Her Slave

As she entered her home, Don was there as usual to welcome her. He wore a French Maid’s uniform, including the lace cap and extremely high-heel pumps. His wife had also used him as a maid, but she had never allowed him to look like a real woman. Loretta, on the other hand, had spent considerable money and time on makeup and hair and nail lessons. In addition, she had started him on an estrogen regimen so that his body hair had started to disappear, and he had also begun to develop breasts. The result was that Don could easily pass for Donna.

She had taught him that his position in life was to worship her, and so he always met her in the hallway on his knees with his eyes to the floor. When she reached a spot just in front of him, he would sink all the way to his belly and begin kissing her footwear, making sure that he cleaned the toes with his tongue. The rest of the shoes or boots would wait until he had performed all other functions, and then he would proceed