book sample

Here is a small segment from one of my books.  It is entitled "The Evil Therapist".  The lead character is a rape crisis counselor that is more interested in her own deviant desires than in helping those she treats.  It is available from the kindle store at Amazon.com  The direct link is below:

http://amzn.com/B00LBGETB8

Loretta's first patient of the day was a man who had been brutalized by his wife.  She believed in domestic discipline and she believed it should be administered with a heavy hand and a multi-tailed whip.  And a swift kick in the balls wasn't beyond the realm of reasonable correction.  Loretta was in full agreement with the way Ruth kept her husband in line.  Her challenge was to make Herb come to the understanding that no matter how much abuse Ruth heaped upon him, he deserved it all.

She had spent 3 months working with the man; if in fact you could call him that.  And in the last session she had found out something that she believed that she could use to make Herb even more subservient to his wife.  It had taken a long time to drag it out of him but Herb had finally admitted he had a huge fetish for high-heeled boots.  So this morning Loretta had dressed accordingly for their session.  She had chosen a pair of black leather over the knee boots and a skirt just short enough so that the tops of the boots were exposed but no skin.

Normally she sat behind her desk but today she chose a chair out in the open.  When her secretary ushered Herb into her office he was immediately struck with awe at the sight of his therapist dressed like something out of his fantasies.

Loretta had arranged the chairs in such a fashion that with her legs crossed the tips of her boots would almost touch Herb's legs.  She motioned for Herb to have the seat across from her and smiled when he had difficulty sitting down without making contact with her boots.

"Well, Herb, how are you today?"

Herb could not take his eyes off of Loretta's boots and he stammered a reply.

"I'm not sure Doctor."

"What do you mean you're not sure?  You must know how you feel.  Look at me when I talk to you."  She said with some degree of force.

Herb tried to raise his eyes but it was like her feet were a magnet and his eyes were made of steel.  "I am sorry, ma-am.  I am trying."

"Are you ashamed of something, Herb?  Is that why you refuse to look me in the eye?"

"No ma-am, well maybe ma-am."

"Well, what is it?  Are you or are you not ashamed?"

"It is your boots ma-am.  I can't stop staring at them."

"Really, why is that?  Is there something wrong with them?  Are they dirty?"

"No ma-am they are beautiful."

Loretta began to swing her foot slightly and it just brushed Herb's leg.  He became even more nervous and tried to pull his leg back further but it was already snug against the front of his chair.

"Don't you like it when my boots touch your legs, Herb?"

"Yes, ma-am, I mean, no ma-am."

"Why are you calling me ma-am and not doctor like you normally do?"

"I am sorry doctor."

"I didn't ask you for an apology.  I asked for a reason."

"I don't know, doctor."

"Of course you know Herb.  Now spit it out."

"I guess it is the boots.  They make you look so powerful and make me feel so subservient.  When I say ma-am I feel more like your servant."

Loretta got up out of her chair and moved to the one behind her desk.  Changing tactics she again addressed Herb who was now looking down crestfallen.  "Herb, is Ruth still disciplining you?"

"Yes, doctor and more severely than ever.  If something doesn't change I have made up my mind to leave her and file for divorce."

"Tell me about this last week.  You say the discipline is more severe, how so?"

"Well, for a while she only whipped me maybe once a week and then only a few strokes with the taws.  I accepted that because usually I did do something to deserve it.  But now the whippings are almost everyday and for minor infractions.  Last night she gave me 20 strokes with the heavy taws on my shoulders and the small of my back.  I don't know but I think she might have broken the skin."

"Take off your shirt and show me Herb."

Herb removed his shirt and turned so that his back was towards Loretta.  She allowed herself to blossom into a full smile as she surveyed the damage.  Ruth had in fact done a number on him and Loretta's only regret was that she had not been there to witness it.

Loretta waited until Herb had put his shirt back on and was again seated.  "You say she did this because of a minor infraction.  What was the offense?"

"She had ordered me to clean the bathrooms.  I had them spotless and then I discovered that I needed to urinate.  Well some of my flow missed the bowl and she saw it when she came up to inspect.  She could have just asked me to clean it up again but instead she ordered me to the discipline room and did this to me."

"And you think that is a minor offense?" Loretta asked with a note of sarcasm in her voice.  "Has Ruth ever taken the time to explain how she wants the bathrooms cleaned?"

"Yes, on several occasions, but it isn't my fault that a small amount of my urine missed the bowl."

"Then whose fault is it?  Did Ruth grab your penis and force your flow to miss its target?"

"Of course not but you wouldn't understand being a woman.  All your parts fit down into the bowl so you can't miss."

"It seems to me that you just found the solution to your own problem."  Loretta said.

Herb thought for a few minutes and then it was like a light flashed in his head.  "You mean that I should not try to urinate standing up?"

"So now do you agree that you deserved the whipping she gave you?"

"I guess, and I will try to do better in the future."

"So then I assume there will be no more talk of divorce?  You really should get down on your knees and thank Ruth for her loving discipline.  In fact since she is my next appointment I will have her come in now and you can do it in front of me.  Would that be all right with you?"

Herb looked crestfallen but he agreed and so Loretta buzzed her receptionist and had her send Ruth on in.

"Welcome, Ruth." Loretta started.  "Herb has something he wants to say to you, don't you Herb?"

"Yes, ma-am."  Ruth I want to thank you for taking the time to discipline me.  I know I was wrong for not making sure none of my urine splashed outside the bowl."

Before Ruth could reply, Loretta broke in.  "Herb is that the way you agreed to offer the apology?"

Herb looked confused and then Loretta pointed to Ruth's feet.

"No ma-am I should have been on my knees."

"Then do it right.  And make sure you kiss her shoes before and after."

Herb was totally humiliated but he did as he was told.  He got on his knees in front of his wife and bent his head and kissed the toes of her tennis shoes.  If she were wearing the Doctor's boots this would be heaven he thought to himself.