My mother and I stood in an awkward silence as she washed the dishes and I dried the plates. Dad sat mere feet away smoking his pipe and reading the Sunday paper, snorting at whatever had entertained him.
"Bloody government" he muttered between puffs. "Peter will be miffed."
Mother and I exchanged a glance."When did the feeling stop?" I whispered, but she ignored me. "I feel a bit...sordid" again, nothing. She sensed another question before turning sharply "Aren't you seeing Peter this afternoon?" She asked my dad who checked his watch still clinging on to the paper "Yes, 15 or so. Why, trying to get me out the house?" He joked. "Obviously, I've got my lovers coming over, can't have you and that pipe ruining the mood" she laughed. "Lovers! Plural! I'll have to up my game!" He quipped, unaware of exactly what she got up to with his friend behind closed doors "I best hide the good stuff!" He said walking out the room
"You can't ask questions when he's here, got it?" She looked at me sharply. "It goes, it just feels more normal but...you have to just...let it go okay? Just ignore the feeling and enjoy it. It's for your own good. He's a pioneer you know!"
She sounded brainwashed. Brainwashed by cock and smut and orgasms. Brainwashed by Peter, his huge hands and his way of spinning his view to sweep you in. "I'm sure it's unethical, him being a GP and doing this to his patients " I said drying the last plate and putting it away. I turned and saw her face, disappointed and hurt.
The mood was tense and it falsely shattered as dad came in and pecked us on the cheeks before leaving out the door for his Sunday pint with Peter at the local. "Behave girls!" He said as the door closed.
"Good grief" She said sternly. "Do you feel a victim?" She asked. "You didn't put up a fight I hear, and went back for afters too?"
I sank.
Session 3 was intense. It ended much like it went on. Peter went out to various appointments and left me with Bradley, Penny and Thomas. Bradley continued his extreme act and Penny helped, with Thomas cataloguing everything. Peter came in, checked various outputs and left. Clearly I wasn't getting any of him that day.
Session 4 was on the Saturday - this time the office was closed and we were unrushed, starting early. In the room we're the same people as before, the same equipment that hadn't moved other than be cleaned, and the same bed. The only addition to the room was some Polaroids - three of mine and then two of another person. Another test subject.
I sat in the bed and listened to Peter's charm offensive. "Fifi " he began lovingly, calling me by a new pet name that a loving master betrothed on his favourites. No doubt a name was given for all. I melted, I smiled and if he had placed his hand under my chin and asked if I liked the name as his softly cradled my face, I would've complied "Yes, master."
Instead I just sat silently wondering what this session was going to bring.
"You are still harbouring conflicting emotions, and we'll test that another time. For now this session is a mirror image of session 3, but you are in full control. You are to dominate and another will be shackled."
He looked for my understanding "shackled?" I asked, raising my eyebrow inquisitively "restrained." He pointed as the metal clasps.
"So where you ...made me... Now I get to make someone else do it against their will?"
He sighed. The others downed tools and left quietly as he sat looking at them.
"Fiona." He paused, letting the tension build "you can go at any point. You are here by your choosing and you came back here today of your own doing. You don't like the idea of submission but you love the feeling. On fact you loved it so much you had Bradley do it twice more after the initial setting."
I was getting angry, my brow furrowed and my temper raised "and now you get to be the dominant one." He said, nonchalantly.
"You want me to ra" I started "ENOUGH."
I sat shocked, like a child in trouble.
"The door is there, go if you need but never accuse my trainees. Never."
He turned away and I could see the vein in his head popping out.
I stood, not knowing where to go, I paused and then the three re-entered the room.
Penny pulled her clothes off and laid on the bed and Bradley restrained her. Thomas applied tabs to her head this time, and I stood cross armed staring at Peter and at the bed.
My mind was already made up before I left the house. Defeated within by my urges and lust, I pulled my vest off and my jeans. Thomas applied a tab to my temple, my nipples and my chest. I turned to Penny with an anger in my body over the altercation with Peter, and I started climbing on board, bringing myself to her head.
"Good girls." I heard, and then the camera flashed. |
