Free Domination Inc. by Drusilla Leather Page B

black hair hanging in a braid that reached almost to her waist. Glancing at the girl’s svelte figure, which was hinted at by the clinical white coat she wore, Alice was more conscious than usual of her pendulous breasts and the rolls of fat around her stomach and hips which no amount of dieting had ever seemed to shift. The therapist smiled, acknowledging Alice, and drew a chair up to the couch. She perched on it, and consulted the manila folder she was carrying.
    â€˜Alice Marber,’ she murmured, almost to herself. ‘Thank you for coming to see me, Alice. I want you to relax and feel completely comfortable. I promise you nothing that’s said will go any further than this room. Now, according to my notes, you believe you’re suffering from some kind of compulsive disorder, is that right?’
    Alice tried to answer, but her voice came out as nothing more than a squeak. She was aware that the button at the waistband of her navy skirt was cutting into her flesh, and wished she had thought to wear something more comfortable. She cleared her throat, and tried again. ‘I... I don’t really know how else to describe it. I don’t have to wash my hands a hundred times a day, or keep going back to check the front door’s locked every time I leave the house – if I did, I wouldn’t be seeing someone with your... specialist knowledge. Oh, I know you’re going to think I’m crazy, but I have this one particular fantasy, and if I don’t use it, then I can’t have an orgasm.’
    â€˜I don’t think you’re crazy at all, Mrs Marber. This fantasy you use – is this when you masturbate?’ The word sounded shocking to Alice’s ears, coming from such young lips. She looked up to see if there was any amusement or contempt on the therapist’s face, but the girl’s expression was studied and neutral.
    â€˜Not just then,’ Alice confessed, ‘although I have been doing that every day over the past few months, sometimes more than once if the truth be told. No, I use it when my husband makes love to me, too. Keith – that’s his name – well, he doesn’t realise. He doesn’t know what I’m thinking about, and he puts it down to his own skills as a lover. Though if I had to rely on those–’ Alice was aware of a sudden bitterness creeping into her tone ‘–I doubt if I’d have another orgasm from here to Doomsday.’
    â€˜So does your husband not feature in this fantasy?’ the therapist asked.
    Alice shook her head. ‘No. And he’d be horrified if he knew I had any fantasies at all. He thinks that if a man and woman love each other, that’s all that’s needed, even after twenty-three years.’
    â€˜Why don’t you tell me about it? My notes are very sketchy, I’m afraid.’
    Taking a deep breath, Alice began to unburden the scenario she had been acting out in her head for months. ‘It all started when Keith brought his latest golf partner home. His name’s Richard, and he’s the new head of the marketing department at Keith’s firm. He’s in his late twenties, about half the age of the man he replaced, and he fast-tracked his way to that position. I didn’t like him when I first met him – he’s very arrogant, a little bit too sure of himself, and from what Keith’s told me, half the women in the firm were in love with him after he’d been there a couple of weeks. Richard is very good-looking, admittedly, with thick dark hair and long eyelashes, and his suits are all Italian – very flash. The problem is that he knows it; Keith said he expects women to be falling at his feet, and he goes through them very quickly. Apparently he doesn’t treat them particularly well, either.
    â€˜After he’d been round to our house a couple of times, however, I found I just couldn’t stop thinking about him. For all his