Fallen

Chapter 10: Appointment Kept

On Monday morning, Shannon came over to say good morning before going to work. It was a beautiful morning kiss, enough to make me happy. He'd be working at a different location that day so I wouldn't see hi. Before that night. After he left, I went to pick out the clothes I'd wear to my appointment. Carefully, I chose what was comfortable but effective. Getting to the brick building, I went inside, was greeted by the receptionist, who to,d me what room to go to.
"Come in." The same voice from Sunday told me.
I exegetes the room and waited. It was a regular office, a wood desk and chair at one end and shelving with books and decorations scattered around.
"Please sit down." He motioned to a chair.
I sat without speaking. I knew to wait until I was able to. He was dressed in a black suit jacket, white shirt (opened at the neck) and had a very formal demeanor.
"It's been almost two weeks since you've been to see us. Is this true?" He sat back in the leather chair.
"Yes sir." I gave short answers.
It wasn't meant to be a drawn out conversation.
"The boy you were with, you've been having relations with him?"
I let a smile cross my lips. I couldn't help myself. "Yes sir."
"These sessions are to help you suppress the compulsive feelings you have had in the past."
"They do."
"Please explain."
I thought carefully. "In the two years I've been coming here, I have not had any sexual encounters. The sessions satisfy what those compulsions had been about, punishing myself for what I couldn't get from a personal relationship with my parents. I am content with my life and how I choose to live it."
"You still have the building, taking people in?"
"I do and I love it."
"Is this boy one of those people?"
"His brother came first. He was only in the city for a few days. When he told me he had a brother in trouble, I suggested that he come out here to get away from his destructive life. I never expected anything from it. I never do."
"And how do you feel about it?"
"I feel like something missing is back in my life. He makes me feel like a complete person."
Looking at me closely, he seemed to be deciding my future. "Do you wish to continue with these sessions?"
"If I may."
"Why?"
"I don't want to slip back to how I was."
"Very good. Shall we go?" He stood up.
"If it's your will." I bowed my head.
"It is."
I stood, followed as he walked from the room, down the hall to the elevator, up to the next floor to another darkened room. He took off his jacket, began unbuttoning his shirt and hung both on a rack near the door.
"Take it off." He turned back.
The dress came off to reveal one of many outfits I had for these sessions. Black knee high boots (fake leather) covered black stockings and garter belt, silk panties and bra. My hair was tied back, off my shoulders
"Very nice." He approved.
I waited for instructions, even though I knew what was coming.
"Up on the bed."
I climbed on to the bed, which was actually a dark wood platform. Laying back, I stretched out my arms and legs. Slow and careful, he began to strap me down with heavy rope on all sides. Final,y, a heavy blindfold to heighten my senses. As many times as I'd been through it, I felt my breathing still get quicker. There would be no sexual contact. This was an exercise to control my urges. I'd been very promiscuous as a teenager and that had caused me lots of trouble.
The first sensation was pain. Oil, heated to almost boiling. It splashed over my stomach and ran down my sides. I tensed all over but willed my body to keep still. I felt him remove the garter and pull the stockings down. A steady stream hit my thighs, the feeling stronger because I couldn't see it coming.
"You're doing well. This pleases me." He was quiet, almost menacing. "Does this make you happy?"
"Your praise is my happiness." I recited words I'd come to know by heart.
"We shall continue."
For the next hour, the oil kept coming, changing to scented wax and finally laying still as my arms and legs had barbed metal wrapped around them.
"How do you feel?" He asked when I reentered the room.
There were showers and an aid room, just in case things got too much. I soothed the burns and washed off my skin. I was clean when I left the shower.
"I'm fine. In control." I left my hair down and was now dressed in a short, flowing red dress with sandals.
"Good. Good. Do you feel comfortable enough to continue being around your man?"
"I do. I want to be with him but it's not like I have to be constantly there. There's no pressure."
"Alright. If you need to come back before your next appointment, there will always be an opening."
"Thank you." I grabbed the bag with my messy clothes, left the room, the building and took a detour before going home.
I needed to eat. My stomach was rumbling and I didn't want a headache.