The BDSM Session with My Psychologist and My Partner

It took me several days to tell Mara what was happening with my new psychologist. It wasn’t because I was afraid of jealousy. There had always been room between us to explore, even to cross boundaries other couples wouldn’t dream of considering. The problem was something else: I knew I’d screwed up by keeping quiet, and I also knew that, within our dynamic, hiding something like that deserved punishment.

Besides, my silence touched a very recent wound. After a bad experience with another dominant woman, Mara’s confidence had been shaken, though she found it difficult to admit. On the outside, she was still defiant, bossy, curt when she wanted to be, but I knew her far too well; one look was enough to notice when she was doubting herself.

I confessed one night, after slowly eating her out until I left her trembling. We were embracing, sweaty, with that peaceful softness left in the body after pleasure has run its course and defenses come down. I took advantage of the moment because I’m a coward, and because if I’d blurted it out beforehand, I risked being silenced with a slap or a lecture.

“I have to tell you something,” I said, kissing her shoulder.

Mara raised an eyebrow. “Whenever you use that voice, it’s always something fucked up.”

I told her that my psychologist, whom I’ll call Vera, hadn’t limited herself to listening to me talk about insecurity, desire, and dependence. I had also told her about our relationship, our practices, the way Mara dominated me at home, and how much my life revolved around her. I had even shown her a picture. When I finished, Mara fell silent, very still, her jaw clenched.

To break the tension, I nipped her neck, tickled her waist, and started kissing her face like an idiot. It took her a while to react, but eventually she let out a nasal laugh—that laugh of hers that always sounds as though she’s reluctantly forgiving me.

“You’re an unbelievable slut,” she said, grabbing me by the wrist and pinning me facedown on the bed.

She spanked me several times with her hand, playing at first, then harder. Afterward she picked up a sandal from the floor and struck my ass with it three sharp, forceful times, until she drew a moan from me. I didn’t move. I could feel her anger beneath the game, and I accepted the punishment because it was mine.

When she let me go, we sat facing each other. My ass was still burning. She was thoughtful.

“Are you really angry?” I asked.

“Not about what you did with her. That doesn’t bother me. What bothers me is thinking that maybe you’re looking elsewhere for what I don’t give you,” she replied, and that honesty of hers disarmed me more than any order.

I took her face in my hands and kissed her. “I’m not with you because you’re perfect at giving orders. I’m with you because I love you. If we gave up BDSM tomorrow, I’d still love you. And if one day you wanted to give me control, I’d stay then too.”

Mara snorted, as though that last idea were absurd, but she didn’t look away. “Don’t talk nonsense. I’m in charge here.”

“Of course you are,” I said, smiling.

She gave me a gentle shove in the chest. Then she sighed. “That woman doesn’t want a therapy session. She wants to see us together. She wants to find out whether she can subdue both of us, and that is precisely what I’m not going to allow.”

Her tone was firm, cocky, almost theatrical. I knew her. I knew that the more she bragged, the more nervous she was inside. Even so, we agreed to go. For weeks, Vera had insisted on a joint session because, according to her, my partner’s influence on my desire was central and she needed to observe it closely. I wanted to believe that, at least in part, she was being serious.

Mara wasn’t.

“At her place, late at night, with you already half hooked on her little games. That doesn’t smell like therapy; it smells like domination,” she said while we got ready to leave. “But even better. I’ll make it clear who you are and who isn’t allowed to touch what’s mine.”

I didn’t answer. I simply put on my coat and followed her.

***

Vera lived in an old, quiet building in an elegant part of the city. She opened the door herself. Tall, composed, immaculate, wearing a fitted dark shirt and her hair pulled back. She didn’t even try to pretend she was surprised to see us together. She smiled like someone watching something arrive that she had anticipated from the very beginning.

“Come in,” she said. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

The living room had warm, low lighting. There were two small chairs facing a taller armchair, where she eventually sat. The detail made me swallow hard. Mara noticed it too, because she remained standing while I, out of habit and nerves, took a seat immediately.

“Before you say anything,” Mara began, “I want to make it clear that I don’t consider the way you’ve handled this professional.”

Vera looked at her calmly. “Professional?”

“Yes. Taking advantage of an insecure woman, pushing her toward a sexual dynamic, insisting on seeing us together…”

Vera rose with calculated slowness. She walked over until she was standing in front of Mara. The difference in height was imposing enough already; up close, it was even more so. Mara tried to hold her gaze, but I saw the exact moment she wavered.

“You speak as if you had authority,” Vera murmured, placing two fingers beneath her chin. “And yet you’re trembling.”

“I’m not trembling.”

“Of course you are.”

She took Mara by the shoulders gently, turned her slightly, and sat her down in the small chair. Mara obeyed. That gesture alone was enough to dry out my mouth. My partner, who minutes earlier had been ready to stand up to her, was already silent, legs together and hands tense on her thighs.

Vera looked at the two of us as though studying a chemical reaction. “You’re both adults. You both make decisions. And you both radiate the same thing: the need for someone to take away the burden of pretending to be in control.”

Neither of us answered. I could feel my pulse in my throat.

“You,” she said, pointing at Mara, “play at being dominant because it arouses you, but you don’t have the structure to sustain it when someone confronts you. And you”—she looked at me—“didn’t come here because of anxiety. You came because you wanted permission to fall.”

I felt a filthy heat between my legs. I hated myself for it.

Vera smiled when she saw it on my face. “Stay seated. I’m going to get something.”

As soon as she went into the bedroom, I leaned toward Mara. “Let’s leave now.”

She hesitated. Then she nodded. We both stood at the same time, but Vera reappeared in the doorway with a case in one hand and two sets of leather harnesses in the other.

“Who gave you permission to stand?”

We sat down abruptly. It was automatic, humiliating, perfect.

She opened the case on the low table. Inside were cuffs, ropes, gags, plugs, dildos, straps, and two smaller harnesses. Everything was perfectly arranged. Everything was far too prepared to have been improvised.

“Undress,” she ordered. “Now.”

Mara opened her mouth, perhaps to protest, but Vera silenced her with a look. My partner was the first to remove her blouse. I imitated her immediately. Within seconds, we were both naked beneath that warm light, which no longer seemed welcoming but clinical, as though our bodies were study material.

Vera tossed us the leather harnesses. They were straps that wrapped around the torso and passed between the legs, leaving our breasts exposed and barely covering our pussies. They ended in a collar with a metal ring. We put them on with clumsy hands, feeling shame and arousal blend until they became indistinguishable.

She approached me first. She tightened a buckle at my side, tugged on a strap, and smiled when she saw me gasp. Then she gripped my chin.

“You like obeying quickly, don’t you?”

I didn’t answer. She spat into my mouth. It wasn’t a sudden gob, but a thick, deliberate thread that fell from her lips onto mine. I closed my mouth and swallowed.

“Good girl.”

Mara exhaled through her nose, uncomfortable. “This wasn’t…”

Vera cut her off by pulling the strap attached to her collar. She made Mara take a staggering step until she was pressed against her body. Then she spat on her cheek and slowly licked it clean before kissing her with obscene authority. Mara resisted for one second. Then she opened her mouth and let herself be kissed like a hungry submissive.

The sight hit me in the pussy. My mistress, my woman, giving herself over like that in front of me.

“Kneel,” Vera told me.

I dropped to my knees at once.

“Pull down her clothes.”

I took Mara’s pants and underwear off. Her ass was tense and beautiful, barely tightened by the humiliation. Vera parted her cheeks with two fingers and then pointed at me.

“Lick her ass. Thoroughly. I want that tongue working properly.”

Mara let out a muffled moan when I pressed my mouth between her cheeks. I started slowly, opening her with my tongue, wetting the tight ring, sucking her ass noisily, without tenderness. I felt her shudder. I knew her body by heart; I knew when a moan was shame and when it was pure pleasure. This was pleasure.

“More,” Vera said. “Don’t caress her. Eat her.”

I obeyed. I thrust my tongue into her forcefully, drooling over her hole, breathing in her scent, noticing how she relaxed in moments. Mara rested her hands on her thighs, tense. Vera sat in front of us, spread her legs, and began touching herself over her pants as she watched.

“That’s it. Good. Look at her ass trembling,” she said. “Your dominatrix enjoys it like a bitch when someone does it properly.”

Then she called Mara with a tug on the strap. Mara came closer, and Vera slipped a finger into her ass, slowly at first, up to the knuckle, then deeper. My partner moaned and threw her head back. Vera took out a medium-sized but thick black plug, covered it in lubricant, and pushed it in without ceremony.

Mara let out a hoarse cry, half pain, half kink. I got wetter hearing it.

“I want to see you kiss.”

She shoved us against each other. Mara still had the plug inside her, breathing unevenly, and I kissed her desperately, my tongue thrust deep, tasting someone else’s saliva and submission. She answered in kind. Our kisses had always been intimate; this was something else. It was exhibition, obedience, need.

“Fuck,” Vera murmured. “You’re both hornier than you admit.”

She took us to the floor. She laid Mara on her back. She positioned me astride her face, facing her, so that my pussy was level with my partner’s mouth and my face was opposite Vera’s sex, which she had just unbuttoned.

“You,” she told me, “eat it all. And you”—she addressed Mara from above—“don’t stop using your tongue on her pussy. If the plug moves, I’ll punish you.”

She didn’t need to repeat herself. I buried my face between Vera’s legs and licked her from bottom to top, finding her wet, hot, and open for me. She had a broad, fleshy pussy, the kind that invited you to sink your whole mouth into it. I spread her lips with my fingers and went straight for her clitoris. She let out a sharp moan. At the same time, Mara’s tongue found me. She opened me patiently at first, then hungrily, moving from my entrance to my clitoris in long, firm strokes.

The effect was immediate. I moaned against Vera’s pussy and she moaned around my mouth; beneath me, Mara ate me with fierce dedication, as if licking me were the only way she could endure everything else. The mixture of pleasure and humiliation was driving me insane.

“That’s it, slut, don’t stop,” Vera whispered, grabbing my hair and pressing my face against her sex. “Suck my clitoris. Harder.”

I obeyed. I made quick circles with my tongue, then penetrated her with two fingers while continuing to suck her clitoris. Her pussy tightened around my fingers. She panted. I thought she was about to come, and part of me wanted it because perhaps that would end the session. But Vera pulled away just in time.

“Not yet.”

She pushed me backward and stood up. Her cheeks were flushed and her pussy gleamed. She put on a harness with a large, thick dildo with a rounded tip, then forced me to stand. From the case she took another, smaller harness and fitted it around my hips. A short but firm rubber cock hung from it.

I stared at it, surprised.

“Don’t get distracted,” she said, giving my collar a tug.

She took us into the bedroom. It was spacious, with a large bed and dark sheets. She made Mara kneel beside the mattress and cuffed her hands behind her back. Then she ordered us closer.

“Suck them.”

Mara looked up for a moment, red with shame, and then obeyed. She sucked Vera first and then me, running her tongue over the dildos, wrapping her mouth around them as if they were real. Seeing my mistress on her knees, cuffed, sucking a rubber cock and a smaller one in front of a woman who despised her, filled my belly with such brutal arousal that I had to press my thighs together.

“It turns you on to see her like this, doesn’t it?” Vera asked me.

“Yes,” I admitted, my voice broken.

“Of course. She’s beautiful when she gives in.”

She laid Mara facedown on the bed. She placed a pillow beneath her hips to raise her ass higher. She pulled the plug out with a slow tug; Mara moaned, her hole closing and then opening slightly again, reddened and wet. Vera looked at me.

“Fuck her ass.”

I froze for a second. I looked at Mara. She turned her face as far as she could and moved her lips. “Do it.”

I approached, trembling. I lined up the small dildo with her anus and pushed slowly. Mara tensed beneath me, snorting against the sheets. It entered little by little, yielding with resistance. I placed one hand on her back and the other on her hip to steady her, and kept pushing until it was inside.

“Move,” Vera ordered.

I began with short, uncertain thrusts, watching Mara’s ass swallow and release the rubber cock. Each time it came out, her hole remained dilated for a moment before closing. She moaned softly, legs pressed together, receiving me. I felt a hard slap on my ass.

“Don’t caress her as if you were being tender. Fuck her.”

Something inside me changed. I held Mara’s hips more firmly and began fucking her harder, moving in and out rhythmically. The wet sound of the dildo in her ass filled the room. Mara panted, occasionally letting out a louder “ah” when a thrust reached the exact angle. The harness rubbed against my pubis and aroused me. I ended up fucking her for real, not as a game, but with a firmness I hadn’t known I possessed.

Vera watched for several minutes before pulling me away.

“Now she’s ready.”

She positioned herself behind Mara. The dildo on her harness was much thicker. She covered it with lubricant, spread Mara’s cheeks, and pressed the tip against her already-worked ass. My partner screamed at the pressure. Vera didn’t stop.

“Breathe and open yourself,” she told her with brutal calm. “If your body could let her in, it can let me in too.”

She pushed it in slowly, inch by inch, controlling Mara’s waist with one hand and the hair at the nape of her neck with the other. My partner’s ass gradually surrendered around that enormous cock. When she finally had almost all of it inside, she remained still for several seconds, letting Mara feel the invasion.

Mara whimpered. I moved close to her face, brushed the hair stuck to her forehead aside, and kissed her cheek.

“I’m here,” I whispered.

Then Vera began fucking her. First with measured thrusts. Then longer ones. Harder. The sound of the thrusts became thick, raw, obscene. Each blow made Mara’s thighs tremble and shook the bed. She moaned and cursed and pulled against the cuffs, torn between pain and a pleasure she could no longer conceal.

“Look at her,” Vera said. “Look at her enjoying it while I wreck her ass.”

I looked at her. Her mouth was open and drooling, her eyes wet, her ass red and completely surrendered. And yes, she was enjoying it. Every time Vera withdrew almost all the way and drove back in to the hilt, Mara’s body answered with a spasm of pleasure that pierced me too.

I slipped two fingers into my pussy so I wouldn’t lose my mind. I was soaked.

“Don’t touch yourself without permission,” Vera said without stopping her thrusts.

I removed my hand immediately.

“Come here. Kiss her and tell her what she is.”

I leaned over Mara, kissing her mouth between gasps. “You’re a beautiful slut,” I murmured. “My beautiful slut.”

She moaned against my lips and clenched her ass just as Vera drove into her again, tearing a cry from her. The fucking became faster, more animal. Vera pounded her without mercy, using her, insulting her, calling her a false dominant, a broken doll, a textbook submissive. Every word seemed to force her more deeply into her true place. And I, instead of feeling jealousy or anger, became aroused watching her fall.

When Vera finished with her, she withdrew from Mara’s ass with one final, sharp thrust. Mara was left trembling and panting, legs spread, her anus throbbing around the emptiness. Vera removed the harness and pointed at me with two fingers.

“To the bed. And eat me.”

She laid me facedown for a few seconds just to smack my ass several times, leaving it hot, and then turned me over. She spread my legs and sat on my face with insulting confidence. Her pussy covered my mouth completely. She didn’t want tenderness. She wanted hunger.

I licked her desperately, sucking her clitoris, thrusting my tongue deep, swallowing everything she gave me. She grabbed my hair and began rubbing herself against my face at her own pace, using me. I breathed as best I could through my nose, the taste of her wetness filling me completely. She came quickly.

Her orgasm was brutal. She clamped her thighs around me and forced me to continue. Her pussy pulsed over my mouth, releasing thick waves that spilled onto my tongue, throat, and chin. I swallowed as much as I could. Even so, some leaked from the corners of my mouth. She didn’t let me go until she was completely empty.

“That’s it. Swallow, slut.”

When she finally lifted her hips, I was panting and dizzy, my face drenched. Vera spat several times onto my cheek and into my open mouth. Then, standing beside the bed, she pulled her clothes aside and pissed on my face without changing expression.

The warmth of the urine ran over my forehead, nose, and lips. I closed my eyes. I heard Mara moan my name, though I didn’t know whether it was from horror or desire. I stayed still and let her finish.

“Good girl.”

Then she pointed at Mara, who was still cuffed and exhausted. “Wake up completely and clean her.”

She tossed the key to the cuffs onto the mattress, but she didn’t remove them herself; she wanted to see Mara obey first. Mara crawled toward me, still with her hands behind her, and began licking my face. She cleaned away the urine and saliva with her tongue, slowly, with an obscene tenderness that made me cry from sheer excess. I kissed her when I could reach her, mixing our flavors without thinking.

Vera watched us for a few seconds, smiling with contempt and curiosity. Then she took out her phone and recorded us like that, kneeling opposite each other, used and embracing.

“How sweet you look when they break you a little,” she said.

She stood up. “You can get dressed. The session is over.”

She left us alone while she went to the bathroom. We heard the shower running. Mara finally removed the cuffs and immediately helped me stand. We embraced for a long time, naked, smelling of sex, saliva, sweat, and urine. Then we began dressing each other, our hands careful, almost reverent. I fixed her hair. She kissed my forehead.

I saw my bag on a chair and took out some money by reflex.

“Don’t even think about paying her,” Mara said, recovering a little of her usual sharpness.

Instead of the bills, she picked up the small harness and the dildo I had used to fuck her ass. She took the plug too. She looked at me and smiled, still pale, still sore.

“I’m taking these.”

From the bathroom, Vera called out: “If you want to shower together, make it quick. If you have dinner with me, we might continue afterward.”

We looked at each other at the same time. And we practically ran out of there.

***

Outside, the cool air struck my dirty face. We hurried to the nearest doorway, and there Mara pushed me against the wall to kiss me hungrily. She thrust her tongue deep, gripping the back of my neck, as if she needed to erase what had just happened with her mouth. I pressed myself against her, still feeling the burn on my lips and the taste of Vera mingled with hers.

“I think we should stop falling into the hands of women like that for a while,” she said, panting.

I laughed nervously. “Sounds sensible to me.”

“My ass is going to hurt tomorrow.”

“It already hurt today, and you still wouldn’t stop moaning.”

Mara gave me an offended look that lasted half a second. Then she smiled. “Don’t get carried away.”

I touched her thigh and slid my hand down to brush her ass through her clothes. She shuddered. “I didn’t understand why you took the toys.”

“Because not going back to see her is one thing, and wasting useful ideas is another.”

I was silent for a moment. “Earlier you said you were in charge here.”

“And it’s true.”

“But you also said that maybe it wouldn’t hurt if, once in a while, you let me have control.”

Her expression changed. She was no longer boasting. “I meant it. Watching you fuck me… it stirred things up.”

Heat rushed back into my belly.

“Me too,” I admitted. “Not because I stopped seeing you as my mistress. Quite the opposite. Because even then, you were still you. And because I like everything you are, not only the way you give orders.”

Mara stroked my jaw with her thumb. “Don’t get used to it. I’m not suddenly going to become docile.”

“I don’t want you to be docile. I just want to keep discovering you.”

She kissed me again, this time more slowly. Then she put the stolen plug into my hand, inside my bag, and leaned toward my ear.

“When we get home, you’re going to bathe me. Then you’re going to open my ass properly with those fingers of yours. And then, if it still turns me on as much as it does now, maybe I’ll let you use that on me again.”

I felt such a powerful jolt of desire that I had to squeeze my legs together.

“Is that an order?”

“It’s a promise. And don’t smile like that, pervert. Then I’ll have to decide whether to punish you too for enjoying yourself so much watching me submit.”

“I enjoyed it immensely,” I said, just to provoke her.

Mara grabbed me by the collar of my coat and kissed me with controlled violence. “Then you’ll have to make it up to me. Tonight you’re going to eat my pussy until I come all over your face, and if I want to give you my ass again, you’ll take all of it. Understood?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

She smiled, satisfied to hear that word return to its place between us, though it no longer meant exactly what it had a few hours earlier. We walked home hand in hand, disheveled, dirty, sore, and horny, knowing that the session hadn’t broken us. It had only stripped away one more layer, revealing something new and dangerously exciting.