Becca Bellamy
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Guided into Submission by Your Therapist - Part 1
🕑 Added 2025-10-21 04:26:18 +0000 UTC"How are things at work?"
You're seated on a dark blue couch. Across from you is Dr. Saunders, the therapist you've been seeing for the past three months. Her office is sparsely decorated and seemingly designed to promote a sense of calm with sunlight streaming through the windows, fresh flowers in two different vases, and a quiet soundtrack of what seems to be meditative instrumental music playing at all times.
"Good," you answer. "It's a work in progress, but your advice about setting boundaries and refusing to be constantly coerced into working late has made a real difference in my life."
For a moment she smiles, perhaps feeling a small sense of victory. You wonder how often a therapist feels as though they've actually helped a patient and you guess that it's not all that often.
"Do you have any regrets about setting boundaries?" she asks before brushing a few strands of hair from her forehead.
You feel a gentle tightness in your chest and nod. "It's what we talked about. I feel like I'm going to cost myself the chance at a promotion if I'm not willing to do every little thing my boss demands of me. I know, though, that I'm one of the only ones that would work as much as he demands and that, in truth, he's not the final decision-maker on my promotion."
She remains silent after your answer and you close your eyes and take a deep breath, just as Dr. Saunders taught you to do when your anxiety threatens to overwhelm you. You welcome the feelings and let them flow through you and them away before opening your eyes.
"What would you do if someone else was promoted instead of you?" she asks.
The anxiety returns immediately, but once again you take a deep breath and then a smile crosses your face. "I'd look for a job at another company. I know I'm good. I know I'm valuable. If my current company can't see that or if my boss poisons the well and makes it impossible for me to rise up at all, then I'll just move on."
Dr. Saunders leans back and smiles, this time in a far more noticeable manner. "I'm proud of you," she says.
You're surprised at how brightly you smile at her compliment.
"You've achieved real growth," she continues. "Sometimes it takes people years to overcome these kinds of issues. Just make sure that you keep up with the breathing exercises and meditation, though. It takes consistent practice to achieve consistent results."
You nod. "I will, Dr. Saunders. I will."
She crosses one leg over the other and rests her notepad on her thigh. Her skirt has ridden up just a little, exposing a few inches of her thigh above her knee. She pushes her hair behind her ear and for just a moment you feel a pull of desire. Just like the anxiety, though, you let the desire flow through you and watch it disappear.
"And how are things at home?" she asks.
You take a deep breath. "I feel like I've made less progress there. It feels a lot less simple and straightforward than at work. I...I feel like I'm not getting what I want out of my marriage, but I also feel like I don't know how to properly communicate what I want."
Dr. Saunders studies you for a moment and then looks at her notebook. She flips back a few pages and you wonder what she's written about you, what insights are contained within those lined pages and how it might feel to read them.
"I could be mistaken, but I don't believe you've managed to communicate what you want to me, either, only that you feel as though you're not getting it. Why don't you try to verbalize what it is you're not getting out of your marriage?"
You've told your wife about what you want. You've told her that you desire a more inventive and interesting sex life. You've told her that you'd like her to take charge in the bedroom, at least some of the time. She's indicated that she's heard your requests and has even talked about being open to them, but she's never taken any action.
"Our marriage is good in almost every way. We spend a lot of time together. We have fun together. We laugh together. I like being with her. I like talking to her. I know it might sound cheesy, but I really would call her my best friend. I trust her with absolutely everything."
You stop and Dr. Saunders holds your gaze for a few seconds before saying, "But something isn't quite like you want it to be?"
"We've been talking about having a family, which I want to do. But, it spurred me to thinking long term because once you commit to a family you're committing to forever, or at least you should be."
Dr. Saunders nods in agreement.
"The thing is, our sex life is already slowing down and it's only been seven years. Like, really slowing down. Like, there are times when I find myself just not in the mood because...because the sex is really boring."
"What makes it boring?"
"I...I'm not getting what I want."
She says nothing for a few seconds and you wonder if you've suddenly become a cliché as a man that's complaining that he's not satisfied in bed. Nothing in her body language indicates that's the case, of course, but you can't help but think it.
"What is it you want?"
"For her to take charge more often."
You study her face for a reaction. You see nothing, though.
"I know it might be uncomfortable, but can you expound on that a little? What would it mean for her to take charge? Are you saying you want her to initiate more often, or is it more than that?"
You feel deeply uncomfortable. It was hard enough telling your wife what you wanted. It's more difficult telling your therapist.
"Well...I don't...I'm not sure..."
She says nothing, though she's staring right at you. "I don't believe you," she says in a sharp tone that catches you off guard.
"What?"
"I think you've probably fantasized about what you want. I think you've probably done so countless times. I think, if you'll forgive my directness, that you've probably experienced numerous orgasms while indulging in your fantasy. I think you could probably recount one of those fantasies to me right now. I understand that it would be difficult to do so, but it will be equally difficult for me to help you if you remain vague about your desires."
Your heart rate has increased considerably. Dr. Saunders has never been so direct with you. To your horror, you find her directness arousing and you wonder if she's noticed.
"Okay, so, we go out to dinner one night. It's romantic and lovely. We get home. We go up to the bedroom. I'm expecting that we'll...that we'll have sex. Lilly seems to be into it too. We kiss a little by the bed. I move to pick her up and put her in the bed but she stops me. She tells me..." you say before looking away and trailing off.
"Go ahead," Dr. Saunders says. "There's no reason to be nervous."
You take a deep breath. "She tells me to get on my knees and take off her shoes. I do so. She...she then tells me to kiss her feet."
Dr. Saunders writes something in her notebook and you can't help but wonder what she thinks about you.
"I do it. I kiss her feet. I look up at her from my knees. Lilly tells me that if I want to...if I want to have sex with her that I'll have to give her a long full body massage, that I'll have to earn the right to...to be inside her."
"And do you give her the massage?"
You nod. "I do. Of course I do. I undress her. I put her dress in the closet. I give her a long, slow massage. I...I worship her body. Every inch of it. I make her feel good. We kiss a little when she switches positions so I can rub another part of her. She lets me kiss and touch her...her…"
"I don't mind if you want to use the casual terms. In other words, you can call it her pussy," Dr. Saunders says.
You feel like you probably shouldn't call it that, and yet there's something so exciting about using that word. "She lets me kiss and touch her pussy and her breasts as I rub her, but she won't let me have her. She keeps telling me that I have more work to do."
"And that arouses you? The idea of having to work to please her before she'll let you indulge in your desire for her pussy?"
Your heart is pounding. Your cock has begun to grow. You wish it wouldn't. You're turned on, though. You can't help it.
"I love that idea. I love the idea that I should have to worship her body before I'm even granted the right to pleasure her, let alone indulge in my own pleasure."
"And in your fantasy, does she let you have sex with her?"
"Sometimes. Sometimes she denies me. Sometimes she gets on top and we have sex but I'm not allowed to orgasm."
"Is she always on top?"
You nod. "In my fantasies, at least. Not very often in real life, though."
"Did you communicate this particular fantasy - or any other - to your wife?"
You shake your head.
"You’ve only told her that you wanted her to take charge in the bedroom?"
"Yes."
"Can you understand why she might not have been able to give you what you wanted? That she might not actually have any idea of what you want?"
You nod. It's embarrassing to realize that you expected your wife to do all the work in making your fantasy a reality, but that seems to be the truth of it.
"I know it's hard, but you do need to be clearer if you want to have a chance at getting what you want out of your sex life. You need to communicate confidently or she's unlikely to have any concept of how to give you what you want."
"It's scary," you admit.
Dr. Saunders smiles. "Of course it is. Often, though, life's greatest rewards rest on the other side of what we're most afraid of." She pauses and studies you for a few seconds. "You would find it rewarding to be submissive to your wife's desires, would you not?"
Her terminology catches you off guard - you've never thought of yourself as submissive - and yet it seems so obvious that's she perfectly correct. "Yes, I would."
She sets her notebook aside and leans forward. You find yourself hoping that her blouse will open a bit and reveal her cleavage. It does not, though, and you feel embarrassed at the thought.
"There are ways that a submissive can communicate his desires without saying a word," she says. "In fact, it's often the most effective way of communicating your desires."
"Really?"
She leans back, smiles, and rests her hands on the wooden arms of her chair. "Let's go back to your fantasy. Let's go to your bedroom, to that moment when you're about to undress your wife. Let's pretend that she hasn't ordered you to your knees. Instead of waiting for an instruction, you could simply begin massaging your wife. You could rub her body. You could worship it, as you termed it. You could communicate your desires without saying a single word. She would certainly enjoy the massage and at some point you could actually come out say that you really like rubbing her, like you like making her feel good, that it turns you on to do so."
"I've never done that before."
"It won't magically turn her into a dominant woman, but you should practice as much non-verbal communication of your submissive desires as possible. Offer her foot rubs at the end of a long day, or every day if you have the time. Think of other ways you can improve her life without it necessarily benefiting you in any way. Don't be pathetic about it, of course, and don't beg for the chance to serve her as most women have no interest in hearing a man beg for anything."
For the first time, you wonder if Dr. Saunders is speaking from experience or if she's had previous patients with your particular desires.
"Stand up," she says. Her tone is insistent. You feel compelled to do as she desires. You stand and she smiles. "Come closer."
You approach, albeit slowly as you now feel rather nervous.
"On your knees."
You're shocked. You're aroused. Your mind is awash in confusion and desire. You sink to your knees in front of her.
"Does it feel good to do as you're told?"
You nod.
"Remove my shoe."
You remove the high heeled pump on her left foot. Her toenails are painted red and it appears fresh as it's absent any chips or scuff marks.
"A submissive man needs to know how to give a foot rub," she says. "Show me that you know how."
You take her foot in your hands. You give her a rub. You watch the pleasure dance across her face. It feels wrong to be massaging your therapist, and yet your body hums with desire.
"You know how to give a foot rub," she says after a few minutes. "Your wife is a lucky woman. How often do you rub her feet?"
"Almost never," you admit.
"Shame on you. You want to submit. You want her to dominate. And yet you're not willing to make any sacrifice to live out your fantasies. It's hard to believe you struggle to understand why you're not getting what you want out of your sex life."
"I...I'm sorry." You shouldn't apologize, and yet you feel compelled to do so.
She extends her foot and her big toe slips into your mouth. Your eyes go wide, but only because you find yourself awash in arousal. You clamp your lips around her toe and suck without being told to do so. You swirl your tongue around it, too, and you feel a rush of pleasure dancing through your body.
"It's a shame you're married," she says. "I haven't had a submissive man in my life in quite some time and I'd enjoy training you and using you hard."
She loosens two buttons on her blouse and reaches inside. Her hand is behind the soft material of her shirt, but you can tell she's playing with her tits. She's turned on. Your session has transitioned into something entirely unexpected and wholly unprofessional.
Then she pulls her toes from your mouth and buttons her shirt up. She smooths her skirt as you wipe the saliva from your lips and chin.
"Of course, if you were my submissive I'd start by taking a paddle to your ass as I prefer that man like you feels just a touch of fear at the idea of disappointing me. It might strike you as a bit barbaric, but there's nothing like a really harsh spanking to strike fear in a man's heart."
"I...I don't..."
"Quiet. I didn't give you permission to speak."
Your mouth clamps shut. You notice your cock is now hard. You remain on your knees, and though she's no longer pleasuring herself by playing with her tits, it seems that Dr. Saunders is still indulging in what must be her dominant desires.
"Our session is almost over," she says. "So let me give you your homework for the week. You're going to give your wife a massage of some kind every single day this week. You're going to give her at least two full body massages. You're going to try your best to give her an orgasm every day of the week. You will not claim an orgasm for yourself each day, though. You will limit yourself to two climaxes. You will also persuade your wife to let you take over one of the household chores that she normally does. You will strive to show your submissive side in at least two other instances and you will report back to me which instances you chose. If you fail to do any of what I've instructed, I will take a paddle to your ass during your next session. If, however, you do as you're told, I'll let you watch me masturbate as you suck on my toes."
"I...I shouldn't...I shouldn't even have rubbed your foot..."
"Or sucked on my toes," she interjects before flashing a devilish grin. "You wanted to, though, which is why you did it. You couldn't resist, in fact. You got a little taste of what you craved and you felt compelled to do as you were told."
She's right, of course. Despite knowing that you shouldn't have touched her, you couldn't resist as the allure of feeling even a touch of submission was too strong.
"You don't have to watch me masturbate or suck on my toes, of course," she continues, "but we both know you'll want to, especially if you've worked all week to earn your reward. We both know you want to know what my pussy looks like. We both know you want to know what I sound like when I'm cumming, what my face looks like as I climax. We both know you want to play a small part in my climax, which is why you're going to get on your knees, suck on my toes, and watch me make myself cum...assuming you do as you're told and commit to serving your wife's needs this week."
You want to be strong enough to resist her, to get up, to walk away, to cancel your next session. You want to be submissive, though, especially to your wife. You want her to indulge in your kinky desires. You want her to give you everything you crave, and so you'll be back next week. You'll do everything Dr. Saunders instructed, too, because you want to get better at communicating your desires to your wife. You want to be able to show her just how badly you want to submit, and it seems that Dr. Saunders has some experience with submissive men.
"I'll do as you instructed," you say.
"And if you do, you'll suck on my toes while I masturbate to orgasm, won't you?"
You nod.
"And would you like to suck on my toes right now? Would you like to run your tongue over them while I play with my tits and get myself all worked up so I can masturbate after you've left? Would you like to cement yourself as my favorite new patient by surrendering to your desires even though they feel naughtier and riskier than you're comfortable with?"
She extends her foot. You take her big toe in your mouth. She smiles at your submission. You suck on her toe. You swirl your tongue around it. It feels better than it should. It feels wrong. It makes you want more. It makes you want to do this every day with your wife. It makes you feel willing to do damn near anything to have the kind of marriage where you get to submit on a regular basis.
You'll do as you're told and if you fail you'll submit to your paddling. You'll get more advice from Dr. Saunders. You'll become the kind of man that your wife wants to dominate. With any luck, it won't be long before it feels like your marriage has been renewed in a far more blissful, satisfying fashion.
