chapter 7

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A gasp escaped my mouth.  I quickly scrolled down to see who the email was from, but all it read was unknown.   I thought for a moment,  who could be disappointed enough to play this game of cat and mouse? I heard a ding on the computer, it was from an unknown.  I clicked on the email which read:
       I want you at my disposal which will need you to give up a certain amount of control.  Do you want to play a game?  Do you know who I am? Have you figured it out yet?
Reply yes to accept, if not I will report you to the police and file a complaint to the board, so you will license.  I have the evidence to convict you for everything you've done.  Do you accept?

     I didn't know what to type, so I just accepted.  I had no other choice.  I heard another ding from my computer,  another email from an unknown.  It read:

     Test#1, I want you to feel the withdrawal, the denial, and the pain of not getting what you want.  I want you to feel sexually submissive.  For once in your life, I want you to have to rely on someone else.
       Signed, unknown

     After I read the last sentence of the email, I stared off into space for a bit, thinking.  The whole time that I've been alive, I've always done things on my own.  It's always been just me.  I have this philosophy that no one needs anyone in this life because they all let you down, in the end.  I was quickly snapped back to my current state by a knock at the door.  "Come in," I said.  "Hi, are you ready for me now?" A warm, settled, ductile tone asked as she entered my office.  I suddenly felt the nervous energy come over me.  I stammered around my words while trying to form complete sentences.   She moved closer to me until she was inches from me.  I felt my heart rate quicken, and she slowly leaned in further towards my sitting body and said, "are you a little preoccupied,  doctor?" I think I can help you with that problem.   I couldn't answer.  The only thing that escaped me was a nod.   That was all she needed to proceed with her plan.  Before I knew it she had my belt buckle undone.  As I sat there, she began to seductively rub my thighs, while I let out a low-toned moan that turned into a growl of want, of need.  I suddenly remembered the email from the unknown,  and out of every fiber of my being, I became submissive.

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