Pyscho
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They say the demon of lust is something that cannot be controlled. It’s a monster- an evil spirit dwelling deep within the soul. It belongs in hell.
If that is so, then I am lust.
To the nurses here, I am Patient number 801. I am a number, not a name- not even a person. I am just another three digits- another person who’s lost their mind. I sat in the clean white reception room, waiting for the moment someone would take me to my new therapist. My real name is Lily; you don’t need to know my last name.
Why am I here? I always ask myself that question- though it I know it quite well myself. I have wants, needs, urges. I am a beast inside- an animal. Let me out of my cage, and someone’s blood will be shed.
I have to see a therapist. They think I’m crazy because of what I feel. But I’m not- I can say that right now. I’m just a little…different. But of course no one here understands. But I’ve never met this new therapist- they say he’s one of the best.
I can only hope.
The door beside me opens and a woman walks out, reading my name from the clipboard.
“Lily? Dr Haner will see you now”
I stand up and walk into the therapy room, where a man in a white coat is writing in a thick, leather-bound journal. When he looks up at me, I freeze. He’s gorgeous. Thick, black hair frames his face, sticking up slightly at the back; chocolate brown eyes stare at me, so dark that the pupils almost blend in with the explosion of shadowed colour. Tanned skin, perfect cheekbones, thin lips- that twist into a genuine smile when he sees me standing in front of him.
“Lily? Take a seat” he says softly, gesturing me over to a rather stereotypical therapists chair beside his desk.
His voice sounds like sex and cigarettes- something I could definitely get used to if it was whispering in my ear.
“My name is Dr Haner and I am here to help you get better. Firstly, I have to ask- what do you think is wrong with you, Lily?” he asks, getting up off of his seat and sitting down on the couch, almost close enough that our skin is touching. I feel myself shiver, all the heat rushing down to my underwear, and clear my throat.
“I don’t know Dr Haner. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m not a psycho. I just like physcotic things” I say truthfully, watching him scrawl another note down in his book. He nods, and then turns to look back at me. Those eyes are darkening, and in my head, I begin to imagine the things he could do to me. He’s tall, muscular and well built- he could easily tie me up against a chair and have his way with me. He could break me in two- and then proceed to fuck me until I pass out.
This just turns me on even more. I am not a sex addict, but I crave the pain. The horror. The lust.
“Tell me. What physcotic things do you like?” he asks, his voice darkening, and I can almost see the lust blossoming in his wicked stare. I’ve never told anyone what I’m like behind closed doors- but just the way Dr Haner is looking at me makes me want to confess everything to him.
“I like to be dominated. I like the struggle of loss of senses- touch, sight, sound. I like the pain it can bring, and how it can be contorted into pleasure. I like to be teased- to be controlled. You must think I’m crazy, just like everyone else” I whisper, looking down at my hands. It feels like they’re covered in invisible blood, blood from every lover who couldn’t keep up with me- and that I eventually tore to shreds.
Dr Haner closes his journal lightly and places it beside the chair, and pulls off his white coat, to reveal him in a black wife beater and jeans. Tattoos align his arms, distorted drawings of monsters permanently inking his skin. They are beautiful. Slowly, he moves his long body so he is holding himself above me and his angular jaw brushes against mine as he begins to talk.
“I think you are a number of things, Lilly. I think you are beautiful, that you are someone I’d like to bend over my desk and have my way with. I think that you are having perfectly normal feelings for a submissive like yourself” he whispers softly and tugs at my earlobe, until it stings with flooded pain.
“But I do not think you are crazy. In fact, quite the opposite”
As he kisses down my neck so lightly it feels like hot air against my skin, he pulls something out of his pocket. As my eyes travel down his lengthy arm, I see he’s holding a pair of handcuffs in his hand.
“Let me run some tests to see how I can help you, Lily. On your stomach” he orders and slowly, I turn over onto my stomach, putting my hands behind my back. He mumbles something to himself and cuffs my hands together. I’m still fully clothed, and I hate how much restriction there is between our two bodies.
Almost as if he can read my mind, he unbuttons my white button up blouse, but doesn’t take it off. Instead, he shuffles my baggy sweatpants down my legs, and throws them on the floor, running his large hands up and down my small thighs. His hands run over the ridges of previous cuts, from previous nights before I got sent to this place, and when he digs into a new wound I groan and flinch at the same time. He chuckles at the response.
“So responsive. I’m going to have fun with you Lily” he whispers, running his hands over my stomach and chest.
I can feel his hard on through the rough denim of his jeans, pressing up against my bare leg, and when I try and move, desperate for friction, he spanks me, hard. I yelp, and bite down on the leather of the chair. The man gets straight to the point, obviously.
“I will not touch you, or pleasure you, until I have done my experiment. Now stay still, or you won’t like my punishments” he hisses into my ear and I freeze.
He moves away, picking something up off of his desk, and saunters back over to me, kneeling on all fours over me. Suddenly, something cold touches my lower thigh, and a searing blunt pain runs across the skin. I feel the skin break, and Dr Haner chuckles.
He brings the object into vision, and I can see a blunt silver knife, already covered in deep red blood, fresh from my veins. “Do you like seeing your own blood, Lily?” Dr Haner whispers in my ear, licking around the lobe to tease me, and I nod, which only makes him push the knife nearer to my mouth.
“Then taste yourself. Lick the knife, princess” he orders and automatically, my pink tongue sticks out and licks the knife clean.
The coppery taste is like liquid heaven, and I can feel tiny cuts beginning to form on my tongue from where the knife pricks at the muscle.
“Still think I’m not crazy?” I ask softly as he pulls the knife away, clicking it shut and putting it next to my sweatpants.
“Of course not. In fact, you make me crazier for you. Now, would you like a reward, princess?” he replies, toying with the lace on the outline of my underwear. I nod, and he pulls it down in one smooth motion, revealing my already dripping wet pussy.
And without saying a word, he slides his tongue up and down my slit, making me cry out in shock. It’s like heaven- and when his hands brush against the cut on my thigh, I shudder again, groaning his name under my breath.
He clamps my thighs on either side of his head and drinks up my wetness like a man deprived of water- each flicker of his tongue against my clit making me convulse into waves of pleasure. As he thrusts two of his fingers into my tight hole, I feel his hands scratching at my legs, leaving long lines of pain, something that makes me crave him even more.
“Ooohh Dr Haner, right there! Fuck, your tongue feels so good- more, more!”
Hungrily, he complies and I feel the tension in my stomach building up, just from having his tongue on my pussy. It feels like heaven, and I wish I didn’t have the handcuffs on, so I could watch him devour me, lace my fingers through that long hair.
Without warning, he brushes his nose against my clit, and it sends me spinning into an explosive orgasm, leaving me crying out in sheer ecstasy, as wave after wave of pure pleasure comes washing over me.
He pulls away, unleashing me from my handcuff prison, and I flip onto my back only to have him push me down onto the leather couch and attach our lips roughly, my hands free to roam through his hair, something I’ve been craving to do for ages. We kiss passionately for a few moments, a flurry of tongues and wet lips, and I unbutton his jeans, ready to return the favour.
He doesn’t stop me, and as I stick my hands into his boxers and curl my hand around his startlingly large member, he gasps.
“W-w-what are you doing? This is your therapy session not-ah-mine” he says shakily as I begin to slowly stroke him, teasing him like he teased me. I nip at his neck and smile, gripping tighter.
“You make me feel so good Dr Haner. All I want to do is please you too” I mumble against the soft skin, jerking faster now that he’s moaning under my touch.
“Oh god…Lily, faster” he whimpers, the once dominating man now melting to putty in my hands. I continue to jerk him off, running my free hands over my body as a show for him. There’s still dry blood on my lips from the knife, and I run my tongue across the wetness, purring when he groans again.
“Fuck, Lily- I’m gonna…” he chokes out before he comes all over my hand, shivering and groaning out my name with each spurt.
He watches me closely as I pull my hand out of his boxers, licking over the moisture on my hands while our eyes are connected. He lets out a raspy moan and I know I’ve already cast my spell over this unfortunate soul. He reaches out to touch, but I shake my head, button up my shirt. He hands me my sweatpants and I pull them on, wincing when the fabric brushes my cuts. I turn to leave, just like every other therapy session I’ve been too- when Dr Haner grabs my hand and pulls me close, his hand roughly spanking my clothed ass.
“Brian. My name is Brian” he says and Lily smiles, unsure of what to say next. She’s just jerked off her therapist- as well as had him eat her out.
“Well, Brian. Do you think I’m crazy yet?”
“I still don’t think you’re crazy, Lily. But now I think you’re one of the sweetest tasting people I’ve ever had the pleasure of going down on” he says, kissing everywhere but my lips, leaving my skin tingling.
He’s about to say more, when there’s a knock on the door, signalling my time is now up, and we jump apart. I turn to leave, as the door opens for the nurse enters to escort Patient 801 back to her room, when he calls my name, and I turn to look at him. He’s smiling seductively- an image for me to think about when I get myself off.
“See you next week”
If that is so, then I am lust.
To the nurses here, I am Patient number 801. I am a number, not a name- not even a person. I am just another three digits- another person who’s lost their mind. I sat in the clean white reception room, waiting for the moment someone would take me to my new therapist. My real name is Lily; you don’t need to know my last name.
Why am I here? I always ask myself that question- though it I know it quite well myself. I have wants, needs, urges. I am a beast inside- an animal. Let me out of my cage, and someone’s blood will be shed.
I have to see a therapist. They think I’m crazy because of what I feel. But I’m not- I can say that right now. I’m just a little…different. But of course no one here understands. But I’ve never met this new therapist- they say he’s one of the best.
I can only hope.
The door beside me opens and a woman walks out, reading my name from the clipboard.
“Lily? Dr Haner will see you now”
I stand up and walk into the therapy room, where a man in a white coat is writing in a thick, leather-bound journal. When he looks up at me, I freeze. He’s gorgeous. Thick, black hair frames his face, sticking up slightly at the back; chocolate brown eyes stare at me, so dark that the pupils almost blend in with the explosion of shadowed colour. Tanned skin, perfect cheekbones, thin lips- that twist into a genuine smile when he sees me standing in front of him.
“Lily? Take a seat” he says softly, gesturing me over to a rather stereotypical therapists chair beside his desk.
His voice sounds like sex and cigarettes- something I could definitely get used to if it was whispering in my ear.
“My name is Dr Haner and I am here to help you get better. Firstly, I have to ask- what do you think is wrong with you, Lily?” he asks, getting up off of his seat and sitting down on the couch, almost close enough that our skin is touching. I feel myself shiver, all the heat rushing down to my underwear, and clear my throat.
“I don’t know Dr Haner. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m not a psycho. I just like physcotic things” I say truthfully, watching him scrawl another note down in his book. He nods, and then turns to look back at me. Those eyes are darkening, and in my head, I begin to imagine the things he could do to me. He’s tall, muscular and well built- he could easily tie me up against a chair and have his way with me. He could break me in two- and then proceed to fuck me until I pass out.
This just turns me on even more. I am not a sex addict, but I crave the pain. The horror. The lust.
“Tell me. What physcotic things do you like?” he asks, his voice darkening, and I can almost see the lust blossoming in his wicked stare. I’ve never told anyone what I’m like behind closed doors- but just the way Dr Haner is looking at me makes me want to confess everything to him.
“I like to be dominated. I like the struggle of loss of senses- touch, sight, sound. I like the pain it can bring, and how it can be contorted into pleasure. I like to be teased- to be controlled. You must think I’m crazy, just like everyone else” I whisper, looking down at my hands. It feels like they’re covered in invisible blood, blood from every lover who couldn’t keep up with me- and that I eventually tore to shreds.
Dr Haner closes his journal lightly and places it beside the chair, and pulls off his white coat, to reveal him in a black wife beater and jeans. Tattoos align his arms, distorted drawings of monsters permanently inking his skin. They are beautiful. Slowly, he moves his long body so he is holding himself above me and his angular jaw brushes against mine as he begins to talk.
“I think you are a number of things, Lilly. I think you are beautiful, that you are someone I’d like to bend over my desk and have my way with. I think that you are having perfectly normal feelings for a submissive like yourself” he whispers softly and tugs at my earlobe, until it stings with flooded pain.
“But I do not think you are crazy. In fact, quite the opposite”
As he kisses down my neck so lightly it feels like hot air against my skin, he pulls something out of his pocket. As my eyes travel down his lengthy arm, I see he’s holding a pair of handcuffs in his hand.
“Let me run some tests to see how I can help you, Lily. On your stomach” he orders and slowly, I turn over onto my stomach, putting my hands behind my back. He mumbles something to himself and cuffs my hands together. I’m still fully clothed, and I hate how much restriction there is between our two bodies.
Almost as if he can read my mind, he unbuttons my white button up blouse, but doesn’t take it off. Instead, he shuffles my baggy sweatpants down my legs, and throws them on the floor, running his large hands up and down my small thighs. His hands run over the ridges of previous cuts, from previous nights before I got sent to this place, and when he digs into a new wound I groan and flinch at the same time. He chuckles at the response.
“So responsive. I’m going to have fun with you Lily” he whispers, running his hands over my stomach and chest.
I can feel his hard on through the rough denim of his jeans, pressing up against my bare leg, and when I try and move, desperate for friction, he spanks me, hard. I yelp, and bite down on the leather of the chair. The man gets straight to the point, obviously.
“I will not touch you, or pleasure you, until I have done my experiment. Now stay still, or you won’t like my punishments” he hisses into my ear and I freeze.
He moves away, picking something up off of his desk, and saunters back over to me, kneeling on all fours over me. Suddenly, something cold touches my lower thigh, and a searing blunt pain runs across the skin. I feel the skin break, and Dr Haner chuckles.
He brings the object into vision, and I can see a blunt silver knife, already covered in deep red blood, fresh from my veins. “Do you like seeing your own blood, Lily?” Dr Haner whispers in my ear, licking around the lobe to tease me, and I nod, which only makes him push the knife nearer to my mouth.
“Then taste yourself. Lick the knife, princess” he orders and automatically, my pink tongue sticks out and licks the knife clean.
The coppery taste is like liquid heaven, and I can feel tiny cuts beginning to form on my tongue from where the knife pricks at the muscle.
“Still think I’m not crazy?” I ask softly as he pulls the knife away, clicking it shut and putting it next to my sweatpants.
“Of course not. In fact, you make me crazier for you. Now, would you like a reward, princess?” he replies, toying with the lace on the outline of my underwear. I nod, and he pulls it down in one smooth motion, revealing my already dripping wet pussy.
And without saying a word, he slides his tongue up and down my slit, making me cry out in shock. It’s like heaven- and when his hands brush against the cut on my thigh, I shudder again, groaning his name under my breath.
He clamps my thighs on either side of his head and drinks up my wetness like a man deprived of water- each flicker of his tongue against my clit making me convulse into waves of pleasure. As he thrusts two of his fingers into my tight hole, I feel his hands scratching at my legs, leaving long lines of pain, something that makes me crave him even more.
“Ooohh Dr Haner, right there! Fuck, your tongue feels so good- more, more!”
Hungrily, he complies and I feel the tension in my stomach building up, just from having his tongue on my pussy. It feels like heaven, and I wish I didn’t have the handcuffs on, so I could watch him devour me, lace my fingers through that long hair.
Without warning, he brushes his nose against my clit, and it sends me spinning into an explosive orgasm, leaving me crying out in sheer ecstasy, as wave after wave of pure pleasure comes washing over me.
He pulls away, unleashing me from my handcuff prison, and I flip onto my back only to have him push me down onto the leather couch and attach our lips roughly, my hands free to roam through his hair, something I’ve been craving to do for ages. We kiss passionately for a few moments, a flurry of tongues and wet lips, and I unbutton his jeans, ready to return the favour.
He doesn’t stop me, and as I stick my hands into his boxers and curl my hand around his startlingly large member, he gasps.
“W-w-what are you doing? This is your therapy session not-ah-mine” he says shakily as I begin to slowly stroke him, teasing him like he teased me. I nip at his neck and smile, gripping tighter.
“You make me feel so good Dr Haner. All I want to do is please you too” I mumble against the soft skin, jerking faster now that he’s moaning under my touch.
“Oh god…Lily, faster” he whimpers, the once dominating man now melting to putty in my hands. I continue to jerk him off, running my free hands over my body as a show for him. There’s still dry blood on my lips from the knife, and I run my tongue across the wetness, purring when he groans again.
“Fuck, Lily- I’m gonna…” he chokes out before he comes all over my hand, shivering and groaning out my name with each spurt.
He watches me closely as I pull my hand out of his boxers, licking over the moisture on my hands while our eyes are connected. He lets out a raspy moan and I know I’ve already cast my spell over this unfortunate soul. He reaches out to touch, but I shake my head, button up my shirt. He hands me my sweatpants and I pull them on, wincing when the fabric brushes my cuts. I turn to leave, just like every other therapy session I’ve been too- when Dr Haner grabs my hand and pulls me close, his hand roughly spanking my clothed ass.
“Brian. My name is Brian” he says and Lily smiles, unsure of what to say next. She’s just jerked off her therapist- as well as had him eat her out.
“Well, Brian. Do you think I’m crazy yet?”
“I still don’t think you’re crazy, Lily. But now I think you’re one of the sweetest tasting people I’ve ever had the pleasure of going down on” he says, kissing everywhere but my lips, leaving my skin tingling.
He’s about to say more, when there’s a knock on the door, signalling my time is now up, and we jump apart. I turn to leave, as the door opens for the nurse enters to escort Patient 801 back to her room, when he calls my name, and I turn to look at him. He’s smiling seductively- an image for me to think about when I get myself off.
“See you next week”
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1/30/14