Rick's Sex Therapy - The Film Student, #40 - An Erotic Horror Story

“Did you do your homework?” Dr. Samantha asked Rick.

“Yes, I watched the videos you gave me, the full two hours, and I fapped to it.”

Dr. Samantha was Rick’s sex therapist. The videos were of the "adult" variety, and they displayed scenes of muscle-bound men penetrating women in every manner possible and cumming all over them.

“How many times did you fap?”

“Five times.”

“Wow, Rick you are a big, strong boy, aren’t you!”

Rick blushed.

“You didn’t watch any naughty femdom porn, did you?”

“No, Dr. Samantha.”

“You better not have. I’ll check your computer history. If you did, you’re in trouble!”

Rick had been seeing her since he got his job at the Wall Street investment bank. Ever since he’d been back from Japan, he wanted to kick his femdom habit. He was ashamed of his desire to be humiliated by bitchy, bossy women. It was fun to experiment in college, but fuck, he was a grown man now. He was a finance bro working for a white shoe firm that controlled the global flow of money, a firm where the men did cocaine, fucked their secretaries, and tortured prostitutes with rats. He had to be a badass if he was working there.

Hell, it used to be that the firm only had male partners, but now those old-guard Wall Street banks were making an actual effort to hire and promote women for the important positions. How could he, Rick P. Gateman, sit down at the boardroom table across from a female boss or CEO negotiating a deal if he was just going to submit to her demands?

“Well, Rick, you’ve made great progress. Before too long, you won’t have to see me anymore,” Dr. Samantha praised him.

“Thank you. It’s just… I’m nervous. My company is offering a fellowship for a rising star to be sent to Asia for a year. Our business in Asia is expanding, and the position would include a bump in my salary and…”

And what? A chance to meet Asian women? Submissiveness and yellow fever were both “conditions” Rick had suffered from in the past. Yellow fever wasn’t so bad by itself, but, when combined with his submissiveness, it had led him to do perverted things.

Licking Japanese girls’ asses and feet and the bottoms of their shoes—heck he’d even licked Kyoko’s sweaty armpits once after he’d been to the gym with her. That girl, Kyoko, his memories of her flashed back into his head. That girl… He’d been older and more experienced than her, and he sort of “led” her, “teaching” her how to dominate him. Now that he thought of her, he remembered feeling “guilty” like he’d been taking advantage of her.

That wasn’t entirely true, was it? Even if Kyoko was shy and innocent when he met her, there was something innately dominant in her. He hadn’t made her dominant. He’d just helped bring it out from where it was hiding in her heart. She was not just dominant. There was something powerfully sadistic about her, something magnetically charismatic. She was imbibed with a certain energy, he had felt when he was with her.

But, whatever, that was the past. He should keep her memory hidden. He didn’t have to worry about getting caught up with a girl like her if he did go back to Asia.

Surely, he could resist the temptation of the black tights and short skirt combinations that were popular in Japan with the young women and were often paired with cute black pumps. Surely, the sights of such pure feminine cuteness as that wouldn’t make him melt into a putty that could be molded by the whims of any lady who wanted to use him?

Yes, he was sure of it. Dr. Samantha said he was ready. He was going to apply for that fellowship to work in Asia. The company had an office in Tokyo, after all, and he wouldn’t mind getting assigned to Singapore, Shanghai, or Seoul, either.