Posted by Ripper X on August 08, 2003 at 20:28:32:
"Little by little I was imposing myself on them, on Anna. If not with my hot yearning flesh upon theirs, then with my tender words of inspiring adulation. Within a mere few weeks time I was able to touch Anna's labia lips ever so gently, and caress her breasts and nipples as a lover would with her lips and tongue. And then, after a full month had gone by, when Anna was looking very much the reborn phoenix, I was literally able to tickle her clitoris at will, masturbating her to the brink of orgasm. But I never let her cum. I wanted her to ask for it, to beg me for it! Once she did that then I knew I had her as my lesbian lover for all time."
"So then that proved your theory that Anna was really a latent homosexual, lesbian if you will, correct?"
"Well, not exactly. Anna was responding very well to my intimate touch. I just loved to hear her coo and groan as I wound her up, sexually, like a child's toy. But she never asked me to let her go all the way. And Anna still had a problem with giving back to me what she passively received. Her inhibitions were very strong in that respect. Several times I just about had to force her to touch me. And only under the excuse that I was showing her, on my body, what I was looking to develop in hers. But even in that she was very sheepish in going too far with her touch on me. Oh I knew I had my work cut out for me all right."
"And what about the acupuncture? Was that part of your therapy or primarily for your own sadistic desires?"
Doctor Bridgestone was pushing it with that question. Especially the way she said the last part as if she was sitting in negative judgement of her. But what she was really doing was testing Lisa, as to how comfortable she was with her sadistic nature. From listening to her talk she felt Lisa was very at easy with her abnormal sexuality. Thus if Lisa balked at her ‘between the lines' negative implication, or took out right direct issue with her, than Doctor Bridgestone would know that there was a small part inside of Lisa's psyche that was not all that comfortable with her blatant acceptance of hurting young women for her own sexual arousal. The good doctor figured that a person who was content with whom and what they are would give little credence to what other people thought, even doctors like her.
"Well, both really. There is no doubt that acupuncture does have therapeutic applications, as any of my patients would testify to. But I have to admit, each time I stick them with a needle, and especially when their eyes scrunch up in pain as they gasp and groan as I push and turn that long dagger like needle deeper and deeper into their tender flesh, I do get a very arousing sensation from it. To be honest, it is quite a rewarding experience for both my self and patients. I in the short fall from being sexually excited, and my patients in the long fall from receiving significant better health."
The doctor wrote three short words off to the side of her book and then circled them twice, "A true Sadist!" Then a thought came to her mind.
"Lisa, didn't you say that it was difficult for you to cause Anna, your . . . precious love I believe you called her, any kind of physical or emotional pain because you were so much in love with her? If that is so, then how did you reconcile all these embarrassing, humiliating and sadistic pleasures you took from her, causing her so much physical and mental torment while still claiming to be in love with her?"
"Oh it was very hard for me Doctor Bridgestone! Very hard indeed! The acupuncture alone caused me much dismay, that I was actually empathizing with her discomfort. Several times I caught myself making faces and emitting sounds that were in line with being on the receiving end of those long pointed needles. It took great strength on my part in order to get through those times with my precious Anna. And you know where I found that strength Doctor Bridgestone?"
The woman doctor was keenly interested in finding out if Lisa was truly in love with Anna. A love so deep and so over powering that Lisa was actually content in replacing her natural sadistic sexuality with that which reflected pure romantic love.
"Where Lisa?"
"I found the strength from Anna herself. Within the short time I knew her, I could easily recognize that she was an exceptional individual. Her stead fast perseverance to her cause, her complete and total faith in me, and all those people who promised her the world and then broke that promise. She continued to have no ill will towards anyone. Not even that evil bitch, Martha. The one who caused her demise and robbed her of her Olympic dream in the first place."
"Anna was the source of my strength Doctor Bridgestone, as well as my love. Whatever period of humiliation, embarrassment and yes pain I had to cause in my beloved Anna, I knew it was for a greater good. I knew that once Anna came to realize that her Olympic dream was over, she would need a new goal, a new direction, a new passion in life to replace it. For if none was there, then I knew she would be devastated beyond all hope. That's why she needed me to show her the way. To show her that love and hate were not just the opposite sides of the same coin with it's socially idealistic, good-bad connotation. I wanted to show her how to love for simply love's sake. To love me, to please me (Another woman), sexually. As I was so willingly to do for her. But I also wanted to open her eyes to a new world as well. To love to hate with equal passion. I wanted to show her how to cause pain in others, and be moved erotically by it without regret, without empathy, and without remorse. I wanted to show her the delicious arousing pleasure in seeing another woman suffer in pure emotional torment. And above all, I wanted to see her embrace her new found sadistic lust with all her being as she successfully transforms her most hated enemy into a simple masochistic lesbian fuck toy. And that is where Martha came into the equation."
Doctor Bridgestone had just finished writing another cryptic note in her book, and then stared at the page full of her scribbling that only she could read. Another question formed in her mind, but she already knew the answer. She knew it because she was coming to know what made Lisa tick deep down inside. But she still had to ask it, for scientific and professional reasons.
"So this is where everything comes together. Anna's transition from one life quest to another. Practically a rebirth in Anna's entire personality actually. Martha's part as the training aid for Anna's blossoming new passion, as well as the recipient of all your own limitless sadistic dreams and desires. And then the method of transference as you called it, that would start the whole ball rolling if you will. It all begins with a single event, Anna's enlightenment that her Olympic dream is no more."
Lisa looked upon the doctor with a big open smile and twinkling eyes.
"Why yes Doctor! That's absolutely correct! I was wondering if you were really paying attention to me while you were diligently writing God knows what in that book of yours. I am very impressed!"
Doctor Bridgestone gave a small brief smile in return.
"Could you elaborate a bit more in that transference method you mentioned?"
"Sure, of course Doctor. It really is quite simple as you will soon see. As I said before, in the beginning it's very easy. My patient's enthusiasm is at a high and I start off really slow. I relate to them not only as their medical therapist and personal trainer, but as their closest dearest friend on earth. I inspire them to always give their best with no holding back. Over and over again I tell them why they are doing this. So it basically becomes a ritual or a mantra with them. With each successive increase in repetition, in speed and in endurance, I act as if it was a grand accomplishment with lots of verbal congratulations and eager fondling. The more mile stones transversed, the more passionate our celebration becomes. And the more controlling and demanding I become, too."
"Their growing positive results blind them to how much I have changed in the process. A change that demands them to do more, to last longer, and to be the virtual instrument of my will. I almost literally take on the persona of a military drill sergeant, with bold dominating body language thrown in as the icing on the cake. This is the part I love the most. For it allows my sadistic side to come out in full regalia. I can taunt them, belittle them and yes, I can even physically abuse them if I wish with a slap here, a poke there and even a grasp, squeeze and twist on any body part I so desire. My voice is harsh and rises in volume, my words mock and sting their fragile ego's, and my touch is no longer one of tender compassion. I smack, grasp and pull on their flesh to motivate them. No longer do I choose the carrot approach, it is now time for the stick. And I do use one too, all be it in the form of a riding crop."
"It's all so utterly amazing in a way. How they come to accept my sadistic domination of them as part of their therapy. Even Anna followed suit, just like all the rest. Although I was much less aggressive in her case. But it didn't matter though, for they all lead to the same end, like it or not."
"Which is?"
"Sooner or later they all plateau out. They reach a level where their physical rebirth has peaked. For them to train any longer, or any more vigorously would be more of a step back then forward. The bad news for them is that they are far from reaching their desired goal, which was to be like they once were."
"Then what happens, Lisa?"
"Then it really becomes a mind game. Up to this point it has been a simple exercise in mind over matter. The psychological motivation I instill in them is enough for them to persevere through the most ruthless therapy sessions I can put them through. But once they recognized that they have reached the final plateau in their development, they begin to change. They begin to see the reality of their situation and they don't like it one bit! And as a result, they start to see me in a new light and thus I become the bad guy now."
"So now I'm the one who is causing them all the pain and heart break. Which is not totally untrue, but they see me as the initial cause of there turn about in life as well. Their total devastation from realizing that they will never be like they were is overwhelming for them, and it clouds their powers of reason and judgement. It makes them lash out at whoever is causing them pain at the moment. Which of course is me."
"Ohhh, I see. This is where the transference takes over then."
"Yes! All I have to do is to reroute all those nasty feelings they have towards me to someone else. And once I regain my position as their best friend and devoted lover in life, my complete domination over them is all down hill from that point on. And there is always someone else to blame. Be it a parent, a sibling, a friend, a brief negative encounter with a stranger, whomever, there is always someone there. I just have to dig deep enough into their psyche to find that one individual for them to focus all manner of hellish wrath upon and the hardest part is now done."
"And for Anna, that would be Martha, correct?"
"YES! Once I found that escape goat then it's time for me to work my magic again. Just like before, I am their closest and dearest friend. I empathize with their pain and anguish in not obtaining their desired goal. But I tell them that I am not the one they should be angry with. For it was I, and I alone, who always told them the truth. Who worked with them diligently to improve their physical health a hundred fold. And who loves them in all that they are, and ever will be. Then I remind them who actually caused them to be in this situation to begin with, and that's when the transference takes place. The escape goat becomes the target for all their negative feelings in life from that point on, and I am off the hook. In fact, I am seen in a completely different light now. A combination of Angel of Mercy, best friend in the world, and the start of being their dominating lover."
Doctor Bridgestone began tapping the end of her pen on her notebook as if trying to comprehend something. Not readily seeing the answer, she decided to ask Lisa.
"I'm having a hard time seeing how that last step happens Lisa. Could you elaborate on it a little more?"
"Sure, it has to do with shared extremes. You know how some people, perfect strangers no less, who share something extraordinary in their lives can become great friends afterwards, sometimes for life. And in some cases the relationship can even result in marriage."
"Oh yes. Sharing an important event, especially one which has the effect of showing the true nature of the person in glaring detail can act to bring people very close together, or drive them further apart if the case maybe. And quite a significant number of marriages have arisen from this sudden unexpected union of two people under extraordinary conditions which result in favorable consequences for both parties. . . . Or if the case maybe, divorce, if it entailed great betrayal."
The last phrase the doctor said in a low voice as she looked off to the side as if she was remembering something in her own past.
"Exactly Doctor! And what I share with them is the extreme event of pain and pleasure. One draw back to my therapy is that it must always be done on a regular basis. Any lax in my patients dedication to their routine will only result in them moving backwards. Even back enough to the point when I first found them, if they are persistent in their abstinence. That's why the scape goat is so necessary. It allows them to focus their negative thoughts on them while they go through the discomfort and pain of their therapy. And I am right there with them. Goading them on with their hatred for the person responsible for their pain, for there broken dreams, and for their forced change in life."
"I even entrap them with scenarios of the mind. They would be running on a tread mill or riding a stationary bike and I would be whispering in their ear that their hated foe was right there in front of them trying to get away. Their minds easily fill in the rest of that image as they begin to exert themselves more and more in catching them. And that's when I crank up the resistance on the machine more and more too. They are so involved in their little revenge seeking fantasy that they don't even notice me touching them again. This time I concentrate fully on their erotic pleasure zones. Oh they can feel it all right, the pleasure of my touch. But they are too focused on other things to give it full awareness. And this is how it starts. Little by little, adding more and more pleasure to their physical pain and mental distress."
"Sooner or later their bodies give out, complete exhaustion. I immediately take them in my arms like a sleeping child and lay them down on the floor. Their hearts are racing, their breathing is like a locomotive running full out and their bodies begin to feel the thunderous pain that their minds and endorphins have shunted out for awhile. Physically helpless and mentally in despair, they in the perfect state for conquest and they are all mine."
"I so love the feel of a physically distressed female. Their hot, sweaty body next to mine. My hands and skin seem to glides over theirs because of the way their sweat acts like a natural lubricant. And when I kiss them, and lick them, I can readily taste their unique salty flavor. But the best part of all is their smell. The rich erotic musk scent full of their pheromones is like a direct connection to my clit. It makes me want to fuck them until our hearts burst."
The doctor was once again writing in her book a mile a minute. She didn't even stop when she asked the next question.
"And your patients don't even try to stop you? Don't they realize that they are, for all practical purposes, being raped by you?"
"Ha, ha, ha, ha! Stop me? At that point and time they're lucky to know their own names. And as far as stopping me because I am raping them, as you put it. What for? These women know only three things, pain, emotional devastation, and focused anger. Their life long dream is gone, forever. And the only thing that keeps them going is their hatred for the person who did them in. There is absolutely nothing good happening in their sorrowful lonely lives. Remember, I have cut them off from the world, even the two servants are of no help to them. I am the only one they can count on. I am the only one who would tell them the truth, good or bad. And I am the only one to give them purpose in life. Thus, when they do experience something nice, something physically pleasing, something that no one will tell them is wrong or evil or that they should never do. How could they turn their backs on that? I give and they take. And with gratitude I might add!"
"And that's what happened to Anna?"
Lisa hesitated for a few seconds before quickly looking away. Her whole emotional euphoria suddenly switched off. And in its place was a sad quiet demure. She took a deep breath and sighed. Neither one of them made a sound for the longest time. And it was critical for the doctor to purposefully wait for Lisa to make the first move.
Lisa was just sitting there looking down at the blanket that covered her, but not really seeing it. The period of silence ended with a small smile on Lisa's face as she turned her head and looked to the doctor again. She then continued, but in a more reserved tone.
"At that point, one of three things will happen. The most common one being that the patient begins to give back what she receives. Once they have broken through that mental barrier of lesbian love being bad, they are all mine. Heart, mind and soul. Before, the scales were tipped drastically in their favor with me giving 100% of the time. But once they start to give back in kind, then the scales begin to shift. In a very short time the relationship between me and my patient is one of being your basic vanilla 50-50 girl to girl equal. Then I push things, and of course they follow like trusting little puppy dogs. Again, we start out slowly, but soon I am dictating what I want, when I want, and how I want it. The scales have shifted overwhelmingly in my favor, and now I have the devoted submissive lover that I set out to have in the first place."
The doctor was able to see the reason why there was such a great and immediate change in Lisa's personality after her question.
"And that's not what happened to Anna?"
"No. The other two things that can happen are not as common, but directly related to the same reason. That being the inability of my patients to break through that lesbian barrier. Either my patients get really upset with what is happening to them, and end our relationship completely. Those are the ones who would call me a dyke bitch or the sadistic bitch in white. The other negative result is that they simply will not give back in kind. And that's how it was with Anna. Except for one distinction."
"Except?"
"For some reason, Anna became psychologically stuck. Once I established Anna's hatred for Martha, it seemed to consume her. The periods of pleasure I tried to give her didn't seem to work anymore. In fact, she seemed to have regressed back a bit. Oh I could touch her all right, but it was virtually impossible for her to become aroused by it anymore. It almost seemed like the only time she did become aroused was when she only thought of Martha in the context of revenge. I figured she was developing into a perfect little sadist like me. And for a while, I thought I could still make her love me too, or so I wanted to believe. Then one day she came to me with some evidence regarding Martha. I didn't know it until right then, but my dear precious Anna was quite an accomplished computer geek. Somehow, someway, in the little time I allowed her to be by herself, she had found out that Martha was embezzling money from the college where she worked. Anna brought the evidence to me one day and thought it would be a good way to blackmail Martha with."
"Wasn't that what you wanted all along? Part of your great plan as I remember."
"Yes. But Anna had radically jumped the gun. I wanted to establish an intimate lesbian relationship with her first, then bring in Martha. I had all manners of fantasies of both of us making love together in bed while Martha was in the background moaning and groaning from the pain and humiliation Anna and I had inflicted upon her, prior to it. And bringing in Martha now would result in having those intimate nights of passion with my dear sweet Anna fall by the way side. So I stalled her. I told Anna that what she found was great, but we needed more. It worked for a couple of days then Anna came back to me with all manners of financial blackmailing evidence. Later I found out that she had planted it all with her computer skills.
So when she showed me all that she had, what could I say? Thus we decided to invite Martha over on a rouse and then spring upon what we had on her and our ultimatum."
"So in reality, it was actually Anna who started the blackmailing ball rolling then?"
"Yea, surprise, surprise. What's that old saying "The best laid plans of mice and men,"
"Often go astray. Oh yes, I know that one very well indeed." Doctor Bridgestone again looked off to the side, as if in quiet reflection. Then a noise outside in the hall broke her trace-like stare.
"Let's see. It's about 10:30 now. How about we continue our discussion after lunch, say about 2 p.m.. That will give you plenty of time to eat and rest for a bit before we start again fresh this afternoon. That should give me enough time to see to other matters that I have pending for today as well."
"Sure Doctor Bridgestone, that will be fine."
"Is there anything special you would like me to have the orderly bring you for lunch?"
"Hmmm, just a light salad with vinegar dressing on the side and a strawberry yogurt, low fat."
"Very well Lisa. Have a pleasant lunch and I will see you at 2 then."
"You too doctor."
The woman doctor left the room with her well-used notebook clenched close to her breast. On her way down the hall she stopped at the nurse's station and asked the nurse for Lisa's chart. She entered some notes regarding medication and the current status of her patient's health. Then she told the nurse on duty to relay her patient's lunch request to the proper department. She took a few minutes to briefly review the charts of other patients related to her staff just to keep tabs on how they were doing. All those patients seemed to be doing very well too, a good reflection on the quality of people she had working under her.
When she was finished with the paper work, it was pretty close to lunch time. So the woman doctor decided to beat the crowd and have an early lunch. This way she could spend more time with her other patient before going back to Lisa again.