LOLA'S WAY

 

Extract

 

Ã" DrkFetyshNyghts 2024

 

"Is this what you can see Sir, in your mind, right now?"

The psychiatrist was strung up by his balls and Lola was playing a large headed, powerful vibrator over the head of his cock. Her voice was almost childish, but it was seductively so.

"Yes. Yes Miss, yes..."

He could barely get his words out. It was like he was timing his words to not coincide with his pulsating cock head. And oh yes, that cock head, looking like an angry purple 'thing' that was also dripping like something out of a horror film.

"Thank you, Miss. Thank, you so so much Miss."

The closer he came to orgasm, the more desperate his words sounded.

"And just to think, you said I'd never find the dark places in your mind."

Lola sounded almost gleeful that she'd done something she'd been told she couldn't do.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry I doubted you. I'm sorry, I'm sorry Miss."

The thing was that he did sound sorry, as well as desperate. There was this sense that this man'd been caught out. But there were other things in the way he and she sounded as well. There most certainly were other things. As though she'd found out things about him, at the same time as finding secret things in that dark place of his mind. Things that perhaps he'd preferred she'd not found.

But then, there was this overriding fact that he was in the moment. That yes, this young woman'd come to him as a client, or as a patient, and that she'd been able to become resident in his mind for the duration. And the thing was that it wasn't just for the fraction of the session. Indeed, he didn't set the session length, she did. And that the ordeal of being 'found out' would have to wait until this intense pleasure she was giving him was spent. But Lola even controlled that. The length and the duration of the intense pleasure he was feeling.

"Will you ever doubt me again, I wonder?"

She was asking this aloud, like to herself, but it was a question for him.

"No, no Miss, for god's sakes no. Never Miss. Never."

All the time she was playing that buzzing head of the vibrator around the peeled back glans of his cock. And that cock was dribbling more and more. It was visibly pulsating. Expanding and then deflating, expanding and deflating on a continuous cycle. And when that circular headed vibe was nowhere near it, his cock head was like a creature, searching for it to touch it again. There was this 'quiver' as it searched. And with that quiver and that pulsating there were these little wet moans and groans coming from this man.

There had to've been this build up of emotions in him. Yes, he'd been caught out, a shrink of some 40 years' experience. Caught out by a fucking eighteen-year-old who was sitting in his head right now, smiling her little fucking head off at what she was doing. And yes there was what she was doing. She was giving him the kind of pleasure he'd not experienced since he was in university, decades ago. In fact, he'd swear down that he'd never had this kind of pleasure before. Not this intense and not this draining. It was draining. Draining him emotionally and physically. And there was that nag in the back of his mind that once this was all over, that he'd not be the same again, ever.

He was a shrink. He knew the kind of events in a person's life which changed them. He knew the magnitude of what he was going through right now and he'd known what it was in for. But this girl'd been so, so clever in how she'd drawn him in. In how she'd fucked his head up. But he knew also that the intensity of the sexual pleasure he was feeling would be tempering the reality of it. The reality of what he would face when the orgasm was all over. Of course, he was assuming he would orgasm. Nothing was certain. Even for a shrink of four decades experience, he was in uncharted territory. He was petrified of the future and yet it was the present that had him transfixed.

"Mmmmm is that nice for you, hmmmmm is that how you like it."

Lola was playing it just right. With her tone, with her words, and with the ambiance she'd created. And with that vibe she was touching just enough to keep an orgasm at bay. Just enough to make him want it badly enough to keep his emotions and fear at bay. In short she was playing him like a puppet and she was the puppet master. The drizzle and drool from his cock was thick and stretched down between his spread legs to the floor. And there it was collecting in a little pool that was getting bigger and bigger.

"Yes Miss, oh yes Miss this is perfect Miss, beyond perfect. Thank you, Miss, thank you."

This wasn't the way a mature man, let alone an elite professional man would talk to a young woman, a girl even, Lola's age. The sexual arousal had got the better of him and this was something that he couldn't get to grips with. Something that he didn't want to get to grips with. He was on the precipice of some kind of sexual euphoria and yet at the same time he'd not lost all of his marbles.