Case study #27
Mark had come late for his session. Mars waited for him patiently at the front desk. Since having met him 4 months prior she had received a secret donation and been able to procure a business space to start the Star Clinic. It always made him nervous to come in until he saw her face and soft smile.
He had been doing 3 months of intensive therapy now. He came to the clinic almost daily for a session, activity, lecture or group therapy. Today was different though. Today she had warned him would be a turn to something new. She gave him a warm hug and told him she was happy to see him. She asked him how his day was and questions about his general health and well-being.
The questions were more forward than she usually asked and he wondered what was in store for him. She asked him to follow her and they went to a new part of the office he had never seen before. Through two large, thick doors and finally her hand settled on a last door. She turned back at him with a devious look on her face that made his heart beat faster.
Inside was complete whiteness. The marble floor blended into the white padded walls. Inside was a large, white, long, thin cabinet that was closed and in the middle of the room was what could only be described as a spanking table. He turned to look at her but she left swiftly and closed the door behind her. There was no lock or handle on the inside.
He almost started to panic but the deep breathing techniques she had taught him kept him even keeled. It was only a moment more before the door opened again and a tall, large woman entered. She looked him up and down with a look of disgust on her face. He grimaced, “oh no” he thought to himself.
“My name is Mistress Gem. You may call me Mistress.” She waited for him to acknowledge what she said; which he did with a hard swallow and slow nod. “Undress and put your clothes there” she said and pointed to a white chair he had not noticed in the corner. He didn’t hesitate as he sensed she would not tolerate any missteps on his part.
She watched him with no emotion in her face. He was trying not to tremble. He didn’t understand what he was so afraid of, but this woman looked so formidable and dominating. Once he was done quickly undressing she asked him to get onto the bench. He knew from watching porn how one had to situate themselves on these; but he never imagined himself being in that position.
“I am inviting a friend in to help me. You will get to know him well. We call him The Gimp, but there will be no need for you to address him ever”. He gulped and tried to steady his breath. The door opened and there stood a huge man, close to 6 foot 5 he thought and broad like a football player. All he wore were black leather chaps and a mask that only let his eyes show. “Holy hell” Mark though, “what have I gotten myself into?”
Mars watched him through the mirror that she didn’t think he had noticed yet. She laughed a bit at how panicked he was. She was so envious of Mistress Gem. Mars always played the nice one, and while that was indeed a huge part of her personality, she would have loved to be the mean one sometimes. She had even contemplated hiring a therapist to oversee what she did, but that would involve more legality and oversight than she cared for. When Mark started therapy he had signed all his rights away and up until now there was never a warrant for him to be concerned…..
But today that was about to change.
(Part 1….to be continued)