Unwanted attention - Chapter 3 - Sex Stories

Unwanted attention - Chapter 3

... stepped out and dried off with a large towel which I then wrapped around myself and walked out and to my room. I dropped it on the floor and went to my dresser to put something on. I picked a pair of panties and bra, slipped on a nicer black skirt and a white sweater. I put on a pair of 2” heels that would match my outfit and made everything look appropriately elegant but also conservative. I was definitely not trying to attract any attention, but couldn’t show up wearing a sweatshirt and jeans… My mom drove me there and we both went up to the office. The receptionist offered us a seat and some tea, and the doctor came in after a couple minutes. He seemed to be in his mid-forties and was wearing a regular jacket and tie which made him seem more approachable and less intimidating than I imagined. He introduced himself as Dr. Carter and we shook hands and he invited me in. He assured my mother that I was in good hands and that we should be done in an hour. We stepped into his office; it was cozy, with some nice old bookshelves, a leather chair and a leather couch close to it, a big wooden desk by the window and some old paintings around the classic looking room. -“Please sit on the couch and make yourself comfortable. I want you to feel free to express yourself here and that means you should be free to lay back and relax. The way I work is similar to other psychologists, but I think we each have our own quirks, if you will. My big thing is truth and openness. By that I mean ...

... you should be able to tell me anything and everything without any problem, after all that’s why this is confidential. Only then can we make progress. Now, do you have any questions?” “No, not really.” -“I will ask you questions when I need more information about something, but please feel free to give me details about things on your own so that I wouldn’t have to constantly interrupt you. Ok ?” I nodded and then he asked to start with the day that the trauma occurred and to include details about how the events made me feel and how they had impact on me. That seemed normal, and so I slowly started….. I told him about the party and playing a bit of dress up with the girls, about changing shoes with Ashley and then walking down the street…. -“How did wearing the high heels make you feel”? “A bit unsure, I wasn’t used to them. But I thought it would be fun to try to walk home on them” -“Did you feel more grown up, on some level…?” “I haven’t thought about that…” -‘Please go on” I then continued telling how the van pulled over and I was abducted and taken to that isolated place. How they tied my hands and how helpless I felt on the floor, kneeling, being groped and undressed. Feeling ashamed and embarrassed, horrified that this was happening to me. -“You said that they made comments about your body, about your breasts not being real…” I was clearly embarrassed by his question, he noticed this but urged me to explain. “ They were saying that my breasts were too…… perfect.” -“You ...