Psychiatrist's Puppet (Loftry University Playthings 3)

“Very well, Doctor Rayne.”

I nod my head at her before smoothing a hand over Chastity’s hair. “You did such a good job, my dear. It will only get easier from here. I promise you. I will be locking the door back behind me, so don’t even think of escaping Angela. It won’t happen.” Not wanting to prolong her agony, I step out of the bathroom and make my way to my office. Glancing at my watch, I note the time so I can be back when I said I would be. Angela is just as prompt as I am, so I need to hurry if I’m going to get anything done.

Walking into my office, I sigh as I take in the familiar surroundings. The large bookcases loom over on the side wall, just stuffed with tomes and writings from like-minded scholars. Letting my fingers trail along the spines of my more well-loved books, I recite the titles in my brain. Studies on Hysteria, The Interpretation of Dreams, Three Essays on the Theory of Sexuality, On Narcissism, and Totem and Taboo. The last one brings a smile to my face.

These are just study tools to many others, but to me, they’re so much more. Books were my life, my escape. It would stand to reason that my life would be filled with them. Not one thing is out of place. Though the world may wax chaotic, my office never will. Just like Chastity, it just needs to be bent away from entropy and towards order. With a firm hand and iron will, anything can be brought into a structure.

I sit at my desk, resting my head on the heel of my palm. Even here, in my one place of solitude, I can’t get her out of my brain. Perhaps I need to cut my losses and make her leave. The anger, the pure bile that churns in my gut, tells me otherwise. No one else would help her like I can. No one else can create order from the chaos that is her psyche.

Reaching down, I pull open the drawer and grab the photo I know will be there. I don’t even have to look. My thumb brushes along the worn edge before I pull it out, letting the familiar sensations fill me. I stare down at the chaotic mess my aunt or uncle decided to capture for eternity. Everyone in the picture has erupted into chaos except me. I never understood the point of “be silly for the camera.” These images capture who you are - your soul. Why would I give a false pretense to whoever might look at it later?

I remember that day as if it were yesterday. Everyone had fun throwing water balloons at each other and spraying them down with water guns. Without my permission, a small smile lifts up my lips. That day was indeed fun. For that moment, everything was carefree. No bills were piling up. There were no shouts or arguments followed by raucous lovemaking. There was just my family and me.

Tucking it away, I stare at my bookshelf. Those were my comfort as I grew up. No one understood me. At least, it seemed like no one even tried. My parents did the best they could, but with a diploma and a GED between them, how could they possibly understand the insatiable need to learn, to read.

I never had a moment’s peace. Not from my parents and not from my siblings. Where even are they now? Last I heard, my brother was working the mines, and my sister was soliciting men at the local strip club, such that it is. I don’t begrudge them anything. They made their choices, just as I made mine. It would be asinine for me to judge them for their lot in life - I don’t - I merely judge their lack of ambition. They settled, but I desired more.

Truth be told, it would be nice to hear from them other than when they want money or to have me diagnose some random ailment. Then begins the discussion again that I’m not that kind of doctor. Yes, I have an M.D. Yes, I could probably prescribe them something for that cough that just won’t go away, but I won’t. I turned my attention to healing the mind and not the body.

The fact that they have the audacity to be disappointed that their son isn’t a neurosurgeon or something similar is laughable. No success is a success unless it meets with their warped sense of approval. Lucky for me, my fuck field has been barren a lot longer than I’ve let on. Glancing at the clock, I put the photo back in my drawer and head back over to the bookcase. If Angela keeps to the schedule I set for her, Chastity should be about ready for me to dress her.

My balls tingle as I pull on a book, dragging it from the shelf. Five others, all lined up, come with it, revealing my hidden safe. No one would want to dig through the drudgery of William Faulkner and the like just to perhaps find something of value. Opening the top, I pull out an ornate posture collar before shelving the safe.

Just the thought of seeing Chastity in my collar is enough to bring some life pulsing back into my dick. Though it’s not her true collar, it will serve as a reminder to her who has her life in his hands. I make my way to the room, just in time to have Angela usher Chastity to the foot of the bed and bow before leaving the room.

She’s a vision. The cool air nips at her body, sending goosebumps exploding over her skin. Her blush starts at her clavicles and races up to her face. My eyes linger on her nipples, wishing more than anything to just stay inside all day and play with her, but I can’t. I have a life to get back to, and she has her own duties to perform.

“Kneel in front of me.”

To her credit, she only hesitates for a moment or two before dropping in front of me, her eyes upturned in expectation. I’ll have to work on the grace aspect, but that will come in time. Bending low, I place the posture collar around her neck, ensuring it’s not cutting off air or circulation before going to the back and lacing it up.

It’s not extreme like others I’ve seen. It has just a gentle slope that accentuates her graceful neck. Swaths of dark red leather intersperse the black, the segments connected by strips of leather crisscrossing from top to bottom. I move her head about, testing the suppleness. She has slightly restricted motion, but not enough that it will interfere with her duties for today.

The leather goes from the tip of her chin down to where it rests on the swell of her breasts. Nodding, I pull her to a standing position and begin to dress her. Her movements are slower with the collar in place, no doubt to ensure she doesn’t topple over. The maid dress goes overhead, the bodice coming just above the end of the collar, so it flows seamlessly. Turning her about, I place each of her hands on the bed, ensuring she’s stable before reaching for the back of the gown.

With a few tugs here and there, I button her up before fanning out the lower pleats, exposing the curve of her ass to my gaze. Turning her back around, I set her on the bed before sliding the silken thigh-highs up her leg. Angela did an excellent job in shaving her. As my fingers skim the smooth skin, I’m delighted to feel nothing, not even a hint of stubble. Now, for the main test.

I spread her legs open, feasting my eyes on her bare mound. With her neck covered as it is, her blush is only visible on her cheeks. Once both legs are properly clad, I focus my attention on her wet slit. Since I’ve had her in my custody, it seems that little miss Chastity can’t keep from creaming herself whenever she’s in my presence. Taking full advantage, I slide my tongue across her plump outer lips before spreading them open to swirl it around her clit.

Her moans are decadent as they pour from her body. Smiling, I kiss her bare mound before closing her legs and pulling down her skirt. Oral wasn’t on the list of things to do with her daily, but I might need to make an amendment. Pulling her back up, I slide the tip of my tongue around the pout of her lips, waiting for her to taste herself at some point.

“Angela will get you started on your chores for today. Everyone in my household has an occupation. Though your main job will be to heal and get better, you will also assist her where she’s outlined chores for you. Idle hands, you know. As you felt earlier, the back of your dress can be tucked up to expose your backside. Should you choose to be naughty, that is how you’ll be at all times while working. Though I certainly don’t mind looking at you, I’m sure you don’t want everyone to get the same show.”

She bows her head before shaking it, shame bringing her shoulders up as high as the collar will let her. I don’t doubt she’ll be as good as possible; she doesn’t peg me for the exhibitionist type. Next to her, Angela bows once before leading Chastity off. As much as I want to stay and watch how she gets along, I have matters that are far too pressing to put off.