The Second Place Sister - Sex Stories

The Second Place Sister

... down, explaining that these were the therapy offices. Some of them were for groups, others for one-on-one sessions. They stopped in front of a brown, wooden door with a nameplate that read, “Dr. Travers,” which Amanda knocked on. The door was opened by a skinny, older man in a tweed suit. He had a pair of spectacles perched on his beakish nose, behind which a pair of tired, but friendly eyes studied the two women. “Come in, Amanda,” he said warmly, “and you must be Tori,” he extended his hand. Tori shook it and nodded her head. Travers went to his desk and picked up a sucker, handing it to Tori. “Have a sucker,” he said happily, “when I ran my own practice, all the children loved to get a sucker,” he laughed merrily. “Thanks,” Tori said, unwrapping the sucker and putting it in her mouth. It tasted of grape, and was coated with a special chemical blend of Dr. Swell's, which would help Tori develop an oral fixation. “So,” Travers said, “Have a seat.” Tori and Amanda sat down on a plush couch opposite the doctor. “You're my newest patient, then?” he asked, picking up a file, “Now, we don't judge here, Tori. All of us are human, and as such we all make mistakes, and sometime bad choices. Our job isn't to tell you you're a bad person because you have an addiction. We're only here to help you get back on your feet, so that you can go home, okay?” “Okay,” she agreed. “I want you to know that you can be open with me. What is said in this office is strictly between the two of us, ...

... and will always remain confidential,” “Okay,” “Looking at your file, I can see that you got yourself into a little trouble with some drugs,” “I guess so,” “Many of our girls have done the same, dear. It's perfectly natural to want to experiment when you're young. Sometimes, people just go a little too far. Now, I also see that you've had some issues with chronic masturbation?” Tori blushed deeply. She couldn't believe he knew. She wanted to die. “Tori,” he said very softly, “It's alright. Masturbation is a perfectly natural thing for anyone to do. Just like drugs, though, sometimes it gets out of hand, no pun intended,” he chuckled, “Now, is it true that you masturbate?” She nodded her head carefully, humiliated. If he knew that she had, in fact, just finished masturbating, he'd probably feel differently. “How often, would you say, that you masturbate?” “Do I really have to do this,” she said, looking at Amanda with wide, frightened eyes. “Yes, dear,” she said, “this is all part of the court order. You'll have to cooperate, if you want a good report,” Tori did want a good report, more than anything. She wanted to get out of this place. She wanted to get away from the doctors, and the exams, and from Harmony, and the questions. “I don't really know,” she said, “I didn't used to, but lately it's been a lot,” “How do you define, a lot?” “Maybe five or six times a day on some days?” Travers nodded, but didn't comment. He made a little note on his chart. Tori noticed that she had ...