How well does Occupational Therapy work?


Sample a little of Dr. Bensons special brand of therapy and learn coping skills with Natasha Blakely.




Occupational Therapy

Natasha's experience at the hands of Master Sweet has left her both drained and enlightened. Wanting nothing more than to curl up against him for as long as she can, she is dismayed when he sends her home to dwell on all she's learned.
But being a creature of habit, Natasha's stubborn and rebellious nature leads her back into her old patterns, threatening to undo all her progress. When her symptoms return in full force, she begins to doubt not only the effectiveness of Submission Therapy, but also the motivations of her Master.
Learning of her disobedience, Master Sweet brings forward Natasha's next session. But recognizing her behavior for what it is - a cry for attention - leads Him to change His approach dramatically. If Natasha thought her first lesson was hard...she's in for a real eye-opener.
Does the embattled billionaire have the internal strength to earn back her Master's trust? And how will she handle it when his intentions suddenly become even more serious?


Excerpt
© 2012 by Willsin Rowe & Katie Salidas



I pressed the intercom button on my phone. “Joanna, I’ll be ready for the meeting in just a few minutes. Until then I don’t want to be disturbed at all.”
“Yes, Ms. Blakely,” she responded mechanically.
I couldn’t bear it if someone walked in or interrupted me.
“Enough stalling, Blakely, just do it.” I set the box on my desk, stood, and lifted my skirt. I shimmied out of the cotton underwear Master had instructed me to wear and then eased back into my chair. Remembering Chloe’s advice, and bearing in mind the short time available to me, I put a ball in my mouth and coated it with saliva. Propping one leg up on the desk, I dropped the ball into my hand and held it to my netherlips. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
With a little nudge, it popped inside.
I sat motionless for a moment, waiting to feel something strange. Other than a slight chill, the sensation was not unpleasant. Despite the size, being about an inch in diameter, it felt no larger than a tampon.
“That wasn’t so bad. Now for the next.”
The first one had popped inside with hardly a push, but the second one took a little nudging.
Immediately, I felt the need to clench my muscles, wondering if they would really stay inside me. Just to be sure, I inserted a finger and pushed the balls in nice and high. Satisfied they were in as far as they would go, I slowly sat up and retrieved my underwear. I was so glad I’d thought to wear briefs. Extra insurance in case my control wasn’t strong enough. I didn’t want anything hitting the floor during the meeting. I’d soon find out if they really would stay put.
Standing was a truly new sensation. I clenched my muscles tight, feeling as if the balls would drop straight out. Bending to put on my panties was no better. I pictured myself turning into a human BB gun. How the hell was I going to get through this meeting?
A knock at my door had me diving behind my desk. “I said don’t bother me,” I squealed.
I pulled my underwear on as fast as I could and waddled to the door. To my surprise, it was Dr. Benson standing outside.
“Making a house call?” I said arrogantly, though I knew my face had turned sunset red.
His face was all business. “You’ve shown no inclination to follow directions without strong supervision. I’m just here to...offer you guidance.”
A panicked Joanna tried to manhandle the much larger Derek away from me. “I’m so sorry, Ms. Blakely. He wouldn’t listen.”
That’s all I needed, a scene right in the doorway of my office, while I was in such a compromising position. People around us were already beginning to stare. I’m not sure my face could turn any redder, or if I could handle any more unwanted attention.
“It’s fine, Joanna.” I waved her off as if she were a troublesome bug. “Dr. Benson is a special case. Go back to prepping my notes for the meeting.”
She rushed off as if I’d lit a fire to her wanna-be-Gucci heels. Joanna was already on thin ice for the late TP2 reports, and now letting someone slip past her to disturb me. I should have her written up for that. She deserves some kind of punishment. But that would have to be dealt with later.
I pulled Derek into my office and shut the door quickly behind us. When I turned back to him, he’d removed his glasses. Suddenly, despite the bland psychiatrist clothing, Dr. Benson was gone. And Master Sweet had me in His thrall.
He eyed me like a big cat stalking its prey, sending a shiver through my body. I became very aware of the fullness in my pussy, and the moisture developing there.
He closed the small gap between us. “Have you done as I ordered?” His voice turned my legs to cream and it took all I had to stand up straight. The little weighted balls shifted inside me.
“I’ve just put them in, Master.”
Approval bloomed across His face, He leaned in close and whispered in my ear, “Good girl.”
I moaned with delight. “Thank you, Master.”
He reached up and caressed my face. “Don’t thank me yet. Your lesson has only just begun.” His hand sank lower, down between my breasts, past my navel, then found its home between my legs. Even through my clothes, His hand felt magical. “And I needn’t remind you that climaxing, unless I say otherwise, is not permitted.”




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