To Catch a Sub - 005 - Sex Stories

To Catch a Sub - 005

... me.

Newandwilling -- my email, Sir?

FatherDom -- Did I fucking stutter. Send me your email.

Sasha nearly panicked again. She didn't want to send this stranger her real email. But she didn't have another recourse. She thought for a moment and then replied.

Newandwilling -- I can't. I share this computer with my husband, and he might look at my email.

FatherDom -- Well FUCK. You are a useless piece of fuck meat. Get your ass out of my room and don't come back until you have an email for me, and pictures of that shaved cunt spread wide open.

Sasha started to reply and apologize but found herself tossed out of the room. She knew he had that power since it was a room he created. She nearly sobbed. She was hot, horney, and needed to cum before the kids got home. She immediately went to the video site and started down the list. She saw the category Pain, Pain, and Maybe Blood, and quickly began looking down the video list for something she thought would solve her needs.

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It was almost straight up six o'clock when Anthony came through the door of Dr. Torillo's office. He looked around. The reception desk was unoccupied. He waited a few seconds, but no one appeared.

"Hello! Anyone home."

He heard the melodic voice again and turned as a figure came out of an office behind the reception desk. Anthony was not sure what he had expected. He saw a rather short rotund woman older than he was, dressed in slacks and a button-down shirt. His first thought ...

... was that her voice certainly didn't go with what he saw.

She was overweight. Her hair was a mousy blonde that was cut in a rather unattractive bob. She didn't wear any makeup. She held out her hand.

"Anthony. I am Dr. Torillo. You can call me Angela. Come on in and let's talk a bit."

Anthony followed her into her office. It was a stereotype of a psychiatrist's office. There were pictures of all the famous psychiatrists from the past. There was a leather covered couch along one wall with a side chair beside it. The wall behind the desk was filled with very serious-looking books. Angela sat in the side chair and motioned for Anthony to sit on the chaise lounge. He looked at her. "Really. Isn't this a little cliché."

"I guess you're right."

She got up and offered him the side chair and she moved behind the desk.

"You are not very familiar with BDSM and the culture and lifestyles, are you?"

"Not really. I have been studying."

"On the internet?"

"Yes."

She shook her head.

"What you get off the internet is mostly bullshit."

He blinked at her use of profanity.

"Nowadays, almost everything on the internet that has to do with BDSM is purely profit driven and doesn't at all pertain to the real BDSM culture or lifestyle. Most of us have distanced ourselves from it to protect ourselves from all the fucked-up perverts."

'" Um. You don't consider yourself a pervert."

"Hell no. What we do is kinky, a little off the wall, maybe a little deviant at ...