Psychiatrist's Puppet (Loftry University Playthings 3)

“I-Well, I thought….” She trails off, her eyes looking at the floor.

Sliding my finger under her chin, I force her gaze to mine. “What did you think?”

“I thought maybe you didn’t want to do this anymore. You didn’t want me? I’ve been so horrible to and -.”

I cut her off, not wanting to hear the rest of it. If anything, I want to put yesterday behind us both. The pain that still cuts through my heart as I remember her leaving is far too much to be allowed. Shaking my head, I bring her arms up to the back of her skull, putting her into position.

“This, what we have between us, doesn’t end until I say it does. Have I said anything about not wanting you? About not wanting your submission? No. So, until I do, you will come to your spot every morning, barring illness. Am I clear about this?”

Her eyes turn glassy with unshed tears, and I so desperately want to pull her into my arms and soothe her, tell her everything will be okay. But I can’t. Not right now. Right now, she needs to see me as a tower of strength, an implacable force that will stand against her misgivings. I allow myself a moment to slide my thumb across her lips, letting that gentle caress convey my feelings towards her.

I skim my hands down her body, looking at every bruise, ever mar, in the bright lights. Things don’t look as damaged as I feared when I first got her back. She will need healing, but James assured me nothing was irreparably damaged. Satisfied that she’s truly okay, I lie her back onto the bed and start the morning ritual of preparing her for the enema.

Dragging my fingers over her wet slit, I slide one into her, delighting in her moans as she rocks towards me. I pull out, adding in a second. From the noises coming from her, our exertions last night didn’t leave her unnecessarily sore. But I don’t want to get her off yet. She can consider that part of her punishment since she’s so bent on needing penance.

“Chastity?”

She pulls her head up to look at me, her eyes hazy, but not with the bad memories. Oh no. This look is solely reserved for when she’s high with pleasure. “Yes, Doctor?”

“There’s one more hole you have not allowed me to breach yet. Do you trust me to not harm you?”

Her nods are hesitant, but I see the desperate need to trust shining in her eyes.

“Do you allow me to invade you here?” I drag my fingertip around the puckering hole, watching as it jumps at my touch.

“Y-yes, Sir.”

Elation flows through me as I slide my finger in, feeling her clench down around me. I groan to let her know just how much defiling her in this way turns me on. She lies deathly still for several thrusts before her body betrays her. Soon, she’s humping my finger, her needy mewls going straight to my balls.

“Don’t move.”

I pull out of her and head to the bathroom to wash my hands. Now that every inch of her is mine to devour, I’ll need to make a note to keep sanitary supplies at the foot of the bed. As I come back into the room, I simply stare at her as she remains still, spread apart to my gaze. God but she’s gorgeous - and mine. All mine. Smiling, I crook my finger, motioning for her to come to me.

She goes into the bathroom and places herself on the bench without a fuss. I’m so proud of her for submitting to me so beautifully. I hook her up to the enema before glancing down at the date.

“Do you know what today is?”

“Monday?”

“Very good, but no. Today is the day we try for fifteen minutes. Angela will be in to monitor you, but you will be my good girl and take it for me, right?” I can’t resist throwing out the good girl to her. If there’s one thing that bends her to my will the fastest, it’s that. She’s so desperate to prove herself, and I’m open to giving her every opportunity.

The agonizing groan that leaves my lips as I working a larger bulb into her ass is mirrored by Chastity as she pushes herself onto it. My little anal slut will be able to take me in no time. The thought alone has me about to explode. I turn the handle, letting the enema flow into her bowls, twitching at her mewls of discomfort.

Angela walks in with a quick nod, and I exit to finalize things for tonight. John agrees to the punishment and accommodates my request to the others not touching her but not the blindfold. That one was a long shot anyway, but you miss one hundred percent of the shots you never take. No matter, I’ll keep her so occupied that she won’t even notice the others.

Walking back to my study, I pull out the book safe and reach in, bypassing the posture collar to grab the other one. True, this one doesn’t have a tracking device in it, but it’s the one I set aside for when I felt I found my submissive. No one else has ever worn it, and she will be the first.

I head back over to my desk and pull out the picture of my family once more. It seems ages ago since she first came here to me, but it’s also not nearly long enough. I stare once more at the solemn boy, noting the happiness all around him, happiness he felt he couldn’t partake in. I may still have that same disposition, but now, Chastity will be my joy.

Taking the collar in hand, I walk back into our bedroom, pleased to see her waiting for me by the bed. I lay it down before slipping the dress over her head, forgoing her bra and panties. It’s not her normal maid outfit, but today is not a normal day. After tonight, she won’t just be my patient; she’ll be my submissive.

The red, wraparound dress hugs her slight figure, showing off what curves she has, and sets off her hair beautifully. I motion for her turn so I can see it on her, whistling as I eye her ass. As she turns back around, that beautiful blush flushes her cheeks. Her eyes turn sober as she lays a palm on my chest.

“Please. You have to let me tell you how sorry I am.”

“Trust me, sweetie, I know. Don’t think for one minute I’m going to ever let you out of my sight again.”

A small smile flashes across her face only to turn back into a frown. “How did you find me? I screamed for you in my mind. I hoped and prayed, but I didn’t think you’d ever find me.”

“That’s a secret for me to know and for you to never find out. Just know that I can and will find you anywhere. Even if you choose to run, I’ll hunt you down and drag you back to my side.”

She shivers at my words. My little spitfire loves me being all possessive over her - not that I care if she likes it or not. I will never compromise the depths of feeling I have for her. She tore her way in, forcing me to feel. That was her first mistake. Now that she has me, she will never be rid of me.

“But my punishment - please don’t drag this out. I’m terrified of what you have planned. And I know I deserve every bit of it. But please. Please just get it over with. I’m begging you.”

I run my fingers through her hair for a moment before making a fist and dragging her up to my chest. “Didn’t we have this conversation before? Didn’t I tell you that I’ll be the one in charge of making you apologize? What happened last night was just as much my fault as yours.”

Pausing, I bring up my other hand to cup her cheek, letting her sink into my solid warmth. “Will you be punished? In a manner of speaking. But it won’t be the type of punishment you would expect. You wounded me with how much you didn’t trust me to take care of you - to love you. Tonight, all that will be changed.”

“But -.”

“Do not ‘but’ me, or it will be your butt paying the price. Now, go do your chores and your assignments; I’ll gather you when it’s time.” Chastity worries her lower lip as she shuffles out of the room. I know I’m dragging this out, making this far worse for her than it actually is, but she needs to understand the agony her leaving me put me through. If she feels only a fraction of the anxiety I felt, then it will be punishment enough.

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