Slut therapy

It was my own fault, really. I flirted with men some times. I didn’t even notice it myself, it was my husband that was so kind to let me know. “You flirt with the guys all the times” he said. I had not flirted, but instead just giggled at a funny joke.

Our marriage was not working at that time. Never would it later, but at the time I was still hoping it would start working. It was me that suggested that we considered marriage counseling or therapy. My husband was at first not into it, because he said I would just pick a therapist that would take my side. It was me that suggested we each pick a therapist for the other one. He reluctantly agreed.

He went to his therapist and I went to mine. The therapist my husband had picked for me was not located in a very nice office, but I am sure he also had problems with the one I picked for him, so I didn’t make a thing out of it.

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“Yes, we do have some problems and yes, some of them are also in bed” I divulged candidly to the therapist.

“Excuse me” he said “I was just asking how you are doing”.

I guess I had been a little quick to share. I wanted this session to be over as soon as possible.

“So I understand your husband has chosen this therapy for you?” the councellor asked me. I nodded. “Yes, and he went to my therapist, so that’s how we did it.”

“Very good. The system we use here involve role play. What we do is we move from the ground up, so in the beginning you cannot move or speak and then gradually through the therapy, you will get these permissions back.”

“Come with me, over here” he said. A woman took my hand into another room. It looked like a crummy prison shower or something like that. Even so, I followed them in there. He put a gag in my mouth, attached my arms to a rope and put a pole between my legs, leaving me unable to move. At first I played along because I promised my husband. After that, I had really no choice to play along, because I could really neither move nor speak.

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To my big surprise, the nurse and the therapist started taking my clothes off. I couldn’t verbally protest, but I could make sounds enough that it should be clear to them I was not OK with this. However, at this point, my being OK with it really didn’t have any effect on whether it would happen.

They stripped me completely by tearing my clothes off.

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They prepared a hose and the therapist took some of the cleaning equipment. I figured it was to clean the floor or something, but it turned out it was to clean me. They started hosing me down and scrubbing me off.

The therapist told “Now we are cleaning you, so you can start over from scratch. You are just yourself now, no speaking, moving and no dirt from your previous life. Now we can begin.”

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They cleaned me for a while longer. The therapist even used his hands at one point to clean me – a little too thoroughly I might add.

Afterwards the therapist went close up to me. “Now it’s time for you to regain one of your rights”.

“Hmmpppfff” I said.

“You want to be able to speak?” he asked.

I nodded “Mmfff”.

“If we allow you to speak, you have to speak calmly and sensibly at all times. If at any time you want to say something we don’t like, then you will go back in this shower, get the gag back on and start all over again. Do you understand?”

Being able to speak was definitely better than not, so I enthusiastically nodded. He removed the gag and I reciprocated with “Thankyou”.

They kept me hands tied and carried me into the next room where there was a doctors bench, like the one they’d use at a gynocologist. I did not like the look of this. They tied my arms and positioned my legs so I couldn’t lift them out of the girders and tied them too.

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“Excuse me sir” I said with my kindest, calmest voice. “Would it be possible for you to tell me what will happen now?”

He nodded “Yes, you’ll see”.

“Thankyou” I just said, even though he hadn’t answered my question. I remembered I absolutely had to be kind to not go back for another gag and shower.

I could hear some men talking to the nurse behind me.

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I couldn’t make out everything they were saying, but I did hear the mention of “80 dollars” and I thought I heard the sound of money being counted.

The men all gathered around me and although I was really worried already, I got worried even more when they all dropped their pants and exposed each a boner.

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“Ohhhh … That is … really not  …. necessary” I said. Tried to tell him to stop, but I knew I couldn’t be too rude, or I’d get the gag back on and probably wouldn’t help me situation at all.

The therapist leaned over me from behind and squeezed my breasts hard. “You would want to be kind to these men, and only kind, is that not right?” he asked in what could only be assumed to be a rhetorical question.

I had to nod and as I did I could feel a cock entering me. He started fucking me.

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While he was fucking me, the other guys were standing around me just jacking off. When he was getting a bit too excited, he gave his place and let another guy ‘in’.

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While I was stilling being fucked, the therapist started talking to me, calmly. “I am now going to losen your hand straps a little so they can move. Then you’ll be nice, OK?” he asked. “Yes” I answered as nicely as I could while a guy was still fucking me.

“OK, grab this cock” he led my hand to a cock “and jack it off”. I started jacking it off. “And then the other one.

“Now, don’t stop jacking them off, or I have to tighted your hand straps again or maybe even start over in the showers.”

I didn’t stop, but tried the best I could to jack them off. Meanwhile, the therapist started fucking me and one of the other guys shoved his cock into my mouth.

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I tried to continue while another dude took turns on fucking me with renewed strength.

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He started cumming in me. At first I thought it might have been an accident, but I found that it probably wasn’t because the other guys went right for my pussy and came in it too, till I was completely full of cum.

After they’d all cum in me, I was kind of wanting that shower. On the other hand, I did not want to go back a step and start over, so I didn’t request it. Seemed like the smart strategy because the therapist told me to take a shower anyway and said I had ‘graduated’ to the next level.

I thought it might be some actual counselling, but it turned out to be just that they would not tie my legs this time. This was going to be a long week!

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One thought on “Slut therapy”

  1. I have my DPT and went to University at Buffalo. They have a great program becuase you start your undergraduate degree in Exercise Science. You will be assigned a counsellor to tell you what classes you need to take in order to achieve your goals. You put in 3 years of exercise science classes/core foundation classes and then apply to the Physical Therapy program at the end of your 3rd year. You are then either accepted or rejected. That all depends on how well you do on in your Exercise Science classes. They accept 42 students each year. If you get above a 3.5 gpa (in your ES classes) you will be granted an interview. If your interview goes well you will probably be accepted. Basically UB makes it very easy. It is a 6 year program and you will graduate with a clinical Doctorate.

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