Ruth's Therapy

We first met Doctor Robyn in Chapter 16 of the Hanson House series. She also starred in her own sequel.

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"I'm sorry... about the facial," Ruth was saying. "Master... he is used to that."

"I loved it," cried her brown-skinned friend. "Shooting his stuff over me. He made me feel special."

"My first time was a shock. I know its degrading."

"I would never have done that," said Deepana with a wicked grin. "His mighty dick gave me no choice."

"Yeah... I should have warned you. Or told him no."

"It was perfect," gushed her brown-skinned lover. "My first one. So much sticky stuff on my face"

"To me, it's a degrading thing. But I love that. I just need to convince my husband..."

"I already did," Deepana giggled. "The next night. I pretended it was an accident."

"What happened?"

"He told me it was dirty and only whores do that," laughed Deepana.

"Yes, I'm worried about that."

"Oh, don't mind. Last night he asked me to do it again," Deepana giggled some more. "His thing is little but he gave me a good soaking."

"I could never have done all these things without my therapy," confessed Ruth.

"All that cheating sex? Is it really better? They say its more exciting."

"My husband was only my second. I never thought I'd have sex with anyone else."

"But Doctor Robyn made you?"

"She helped me to see that I needed more," Ruth tried to explain. "What I need is to be taken and used."

"Need more... like I need more?" asked the dark-skinned woman.

"Well, it was Doctor Robyn who sent me to meet you," Ruth reminded her partner in crime. "But the therapy works. I am happier. My marriage is better."

"But she tells you to fuck other men? With big dicks?"

"Not always bigger," Ruth confided in her friend and lover. "She introduces me to other people in her circle. People who are allowed to use me... make me do things..."

"My god..." gasped Deepana, only now appreciating the depths of Ruth's depravity.

There was an uncommon silence between the two women. Deepana was working on a thought, something she needed to say.

"But that huge thing... Peter..."

"There are bigger men," Ruth said more confidently. "I've had all sizes."

"I would never cheat on hubby... but for a prick like that... massive... just once..."

"Its therapy," Ruth reminded her with a naughty grin. "I could make an appointment for you with Doctor Robyn."

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Ruth knew that the therapy worked. And she knew that having a big cock outside her marriage could help a woman to be more content with her life. Ruth did not love her husband less because she'd been fucked by men with massive cocks. And the sex at home was more enjoyable -- now that she had introduced a little more adventure into the bedroom. She knew, too, that her daughter-in-law was only happier with her husband, Ruth's son, since she'd been to see Doctor Robyn.

"You're smiling more these days," Ruth had commented to Elena.

"We made some changes in the marriage," came the vague response. "A new perspective for us both."

"Did the counsellor help? Doctor Robyn?"

Elena would have been relieved to tell her mother-in-law about her new sex life. That the deviant Doctor had prescribed more adventurous sex as a remedy for her previous problems with her husband. And that her husband was thrilled by the results of his wife having regular sex with other men -- men with massive dicks.

"We're trying some different things," was all that Elena could say.

"I notice that you have regular nights out of the house. With girlfriends?"

"No need for worry," said Elena cagily. "Your son is quite happy that I'm getting a larger perspective on a regular basis."

Ruth could guess the meaning in what Elena had said. She knew Doctor Robyn well enough.

"Oh... oh, I see... yes... the therapy..."

"Sometimes a woman needs... I guess... bigger horizons..." mumbled Elena.

"Oh... yes, I see..." said Ruth, almost wishing she'd not asked. "I'm sure its for the best... something bigger..."

"Or things," let out Elena. "More than one..."

"Oh... ummmm... yes... well, therapy I suppose..." was all that Ruth could say.

Suddenly the older woman had been filled with a burning curiosity. But she could not ask Elena. It was bad enough that she now knew the deviant Doctor had prescribed for her daughter-in-law regular threesomes with other men. Elena had gathered her things and, blushing furiously, fled from the room.

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"Seeing your Master... the way he takes charge of you..." said Deepana, wishing to ignore the invitation from Ruth.

"It's like I've told you before. I need to be forced... used... its always more satisfying..." she tried to explain. "Being used like a dirty slut."

"Is it always like that? I mean... your therapy?"

"Peter can do what he likes to me."

"Oh, my god."

"He is my Master now. Other men... I submit sometimes. Not all the men are like Master. But they all know they can use me sexually."

"But when you submit to me... call me Mistress," Deepana wanted to know. "Does that feel degrading? Is that your therapy?"

"I am a happily married, respectable woman in the best part of the city," Ruth tried to explain. "Doctor Robyn showed me that being degraded and used as a slut is just as important to making me happy."

"Yes... I understand. Truly. I am good wife and mother. But I need this, too."

"I was so messed up. But Doctor Robyn knew what to do. She knew that I needed some new things... bigger things..." she said with a grin.

It was the same truth that Elena had shared with her mother-in-law. And the best way Ruth knew to explain her change. Deepana was not sure she understood but she was nodding, her eyes afire with lust. Lesbian sex with a submissive white woman was something she'd never expected. But what little she knew of Ruth's sex life -- her therapy -- had been an inspiration.

"But big dicks... your Master... that huge thing in your bottom," breathed Deepana. "What else? Does he hit you?"

"You mean spanking? Yes, sometimes... not as much as he could," came the careful confession. "Another Master might be different."

"Is it?... I mean... do you like it?"

"Of course," replied Ruth. She could sense that the other woman was aroused by the thought. And Ruth herself was turned-on by Deepana's wish to explore further. "When I am forced... when the other person enjoys it... its part of what I need."

"What if... what if I whipped you?"

Deepana was so nervous she could barely get her question out. Ruth was only a little surprised. After all, she had encouraged Deepana to explore as much as she'd wanted. There was something exciting and wicked about submitting to another woman. Her cunt was starting to melt.

"Its all part of my therapy," Ruth answered, trying to keep her voice calm. "I can't say no to my Mistress."

"I love it when you call me that."

With obvious glee, the brown-skinned woman reached under her marital bed and retrieved a short, purple riding crop. Ruth recognised it straight away -- it was shorter than the one that Cynthia had used on her, in that long ago, early therapy. This one did not look as bendy but it had the same type of black leather keeper. Ruth knew straight away what to expect. This time, however, she was curious rather than afraid.

"Seeing your Master," Deepana was gushing, "Made me decide to try it."

"Mistress," said Ruth quietly. "Please whip me."

Deepana was surprised to hear those words. How could a woman want that? But she knew that Ruth was genuine. And it was the response Deepana had been craving.

"Yes, you white bitch. I want to whip you."

Ruth smiled as she undressed. It was natural now, if still arousing, to strip off in front of the darker-skinned woman. Her large breasts swung deliciously. But it was her pale bottom and generous flanks that would be the target of the crop. Overcome with excitement, Deepana lifted her own skirt as Ruth sank to her knees. Aware of her growing confidence, the smaller woman grabbed Ruth's head and pressed her face against her hairy mound.

"You are a good slave for your Mistress," Deepana moaned with delight.

"I want to please you," replied Ruth.

Deepana responded by parting her thighs to let Ruth nuzzle into her long labia and thick clitoris. Her wetness grew as the white slut teased with her tongue. And she knew that Ruth was just as excited, just as wet.

"Such a dirty girl," Deepana moaned.

"I love being dirty and submissive for my Mistress."

There had been a time when neither woman would have contemplated such a scene. Deepana had long been curious but had resisted for fear of cheating on her loving husband. Reluctant at first, Ruth had embraced the deviant therapy that gave her everything her sweet husband could never provide. Those men would never imagine their wives like this. And the dirty secrets the women shared only intensified their illicit play.

"Lick my slit, white slut," groaned Deepana with real need.

Ruth had never been curious about lesbian sex but her desire to please had led her to the joy of eating pussy. She liked the taste and the smell - especially from her Mistress. There was much to enjoy from being degraded by Deepana. And Ruth glimpsed the purple crop now twirling in the hand of the dark-skinned woman.

"I'm yours to use, Mistress," she mumbled as she lapped at the wet snatch.

"Can I whip you? Are you sure?..."

The white woman responded by gently sucking the distended clitoris of her dark-skinned lover. Ruth considered herself still inexperienced with women. She knew well enough, though, that making Deepana more horny would overcome her reticence at using the crop. Flicking her tongue over that fleshy nub, Ruth heard the exciting sounds of her Mistress' pleasure.

"I think... its time to punish this dirty girl," groaned Deepana.

After her therapy, and her porn watching, Ruth knew just what to do. Rising slowly she placed herself at the foot of the bed. Legs apart, she leaned her torso forward, big tits hanging down. Her shapely legs and bottom thus were presented to the eager Deepana. The taut pale skin proving an inviting target.

"What about marks?" Deepana asked nervously.

"The crop is a wise choice, Mistress," replied Ruth as she wiggled her tushy. "The marks will fade."

Deepana knew she was breathing hard as she drew back her arm. She'd never thought of herself as cruel. But the thrill of making a woman submit like this was too great to resist. Unskilled, cautious, she slapped the end of the crop against Ruth's pale arse cheeks. The sound was pleasing but the effect was disappointing.

"Strike me, Mistress," urged the white woman. "Please, don't feel bad."

The next blow was much harder -- the sound more satisfying. Deepana saw the faint pink stripe it left across the pale skin. And she realised that Ruth had neither flinched nor made a sound. Again, she lifted the crop and slapped hard against the pale flesh.

"Yes, Mistress. Please make me yours."

Deepana struck Ruth again, on her bum, and then again. And then another two, harder strokes. The sounds were delightful. Even better was the quiet submission of the white bitch who was so willing to take the pain.

"Does it hurt?" Deepana needed to know. "Is it OK?"

"Please whip me. Make me your white bitch."

Deepana had never heard anyone speak like that. Not even her kinky white lover. But Ruth seemed so eager.

"I love this," she cried out. "I want to whip you so bad."

Deepana lashed the white woman again - harder this time. The gold chain around her dark waist flashed in the light as she moved her arm. The room was filled with the sound of the slapping leather tip. Another powerful blow followed, the noise a delight to Deepana's ears. As were the lovely pink marks that faded so quickly. That lovely, big white bottom was so perfect for the crop. But she moved lower now, slashing twice across the back of those toned white thighs.

"Urrghh..." came the faint sound from the motionless Ruth.

"Ohhh... that looks so good."

"Don't stop," gasped Ruth. "Whip me more."

Thrilled by her own wickedness, the dark-skinned novice was unsure of what to do. She knew she'd hurt Ruth. But after all that was what she'd fantasised. Deepana felt a huge rush from wielding the crop in such a cruel fashion. And the white woman stayed in position, bent forward over the bed and her flesh on offer. Deepana thought to provide some relief and ran a single finger through Ruth's swollen folds. It was a surprise to find that Ruth was wet -- her cunt already oozing her arousal as she received the beating.

"Oh my god... you are turned on..."

Astonished, but reassured, Deepana lashed her submissive again and again. The lovely pink marks across the back of those married, demure thighs were captivating. And somehow Deepana found the subtle sounds of pain from Ruth very exciting. A half dozen blows across the back of those legs was followed with a volley of whipping of the generous, white arse.

"Unggghhh... unnnghhh..." came the quiet gasp from Ruth each time.

Her Mistress, intrigued and exhilarated, wanted still more whipping. But she knew better than to overdo things on their first time. As a small reward, or salve, for her willing submissive, she inserted two slim fingers into Ruth's now oozing cunt. The moan of pleasure she received was enough to make Deepana begin to work her hand. After all, why could a Mistress not make her submissive orgasm on command?

"You like being whipped?... it turns you on, you bad girl."

"Ohhh... ohhh... Mistresss," groaned Ruth with pure delight.

The white woman knew why her cunt was wet. It was not that she enjoyed the pain. Her arousal had been assured, however, from the very act of taking the whipping. Ruth was a sensible, respectable married woman and yet she'd bent over so readily to allow her dark-skinned, lesbian lover to beat her with a riding crop. The wickedness was powerful, the degradation was rousing. Her cunt was soaking for her brown-skinned Mistress.

Deepana somehow sensed she should stop before Ruth could climax. Inspired now, on heat, she quickly jammed a small butt plug into Ruth's arsehole. There was something intoxicating about having such power. The insertion seemed to enhance her sense of dominating the white woman. Then she resumed the whipping, raining down blows on the shapely arse and legs of the helpless white bitch.

"Oh my god. You dirty bitch," she blurted out.

The darker woman was loving the freedom to express herself, to whip and punish the willing white woman. And the butt plug was a lovely decoration - Deepana saw how it moved as Ruth's body reacted to each stinging blow of the purple crop. Of course, all that Ruth knew was that her Mistress enjoyed degrading her -- and that was more than enough reason.

"OK," gasped Deepana finally. "Enough therapy for today."

Her arm had grown tired. Deepana could feel her own gentle panting -- the result of her arousal as much as the effort. It was thrilling to see the marks on Ruth's pale skin. And a relief to note how quickly they were fading.

"Thank you, Mistress," murmured Ruth. "Was that to your liking?"

"Fucking hell. I had no idea it could be like that. You are amazing... all that whipping."

"I am glad to please you, Mistress. Would you like your slave to serve you?"

Deepana was beside herself with need. And in no doubt that Ruth was almost as horny. Nothing more needed to be said as she leapt onto the bed, legs spread wide, and let her white lover take-up position.

"Yesss... yes, eat me," moaned Deepana with a desperate voice.

What followed was a superb cunt licking from the now well-trained Ruth. She pressed her face into the thick dark bush and greedily licked and sucked on her Mistress' clit. Ruth held on tight as Deepana bucked and writhed with a most powerful string of orgasms. Then her tongue trailed lower, through more of that forest of dark hair, and lapped eagerly at the gushing hole of the dark-skinned woman.

"Ohhh... fuck fuck fuck..." cried Deepana. "My husband could never do this."

Ruth ate some more as she worked her fingers into the spasming hole. But of course she knew what else her Mistress would need. It was not long before the white woman was happily licking at the tight, dark arsehole of the woman who had so much enjoyed whipping her.

"Yes... dirty bitch... yes... my bum hole... yes, fill it... make me cuuuuummmmmm..."

The married white woman had come to really enjoy rimming. It was a dirty, low act that suited her perfectly -- especially when using her tongue in the tight, dark chute of her Mistress. With her lips and tongue once more on Deepana's straining clit, Ruth slowly inserted two fingers into the pulsing backdoor. Listening to the guttural sounds, she proceeded to make Deepana orgasm afresh.

"My gawwwwddd... fuck... yes... dirty bitch... oh, finger me...."

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With the thrill of using the crop and the powerful sexual release given by her white slave, Deepana eventually needed to rest. The two married women cuddled in the bed Deepana normally shared with her loving husband.

"Did I hurt you?" Deepana wanted to know. "I mean... was it too much?"

"It hurt... a good hurt. Please don't mind me. I was glad to serve you like that."

"But... a riding crop? I mean... is that bad? Its used for animals..."

"Mistress. Please don't worry about whipping me next time."

"I loved it. I want to do it again. I can't explain it."

"You made me cheap and debased and that was an honour for me."

Ruth smiled and hugged her brown-skinned lover. She'd always appreciated the contrast of their different colours. Though now there was some lingering pale pink on her own flanks. Deepana had a similar thought.

"Is it OK? I worry... about marks..."

"Perhaps a bruise or two. Don't mind. I'll be able to hide them from my husband."

"Oh my. But... now I've whipped you... and I loved it. I felt... I don't know..."

"Mistress. I hope you will use your crop on me again."

"Oh my. What have you become?"

"Your dirty white slut. And I know there's one more thing you want from me."

Ruth went to her knees by the side of the bed. Deepana understood the signal. And she'd already felt the dull ache in her bladder. Pleased by Ruth reassurances, she led the dirty white slut to the bathroom where Ruth took her usual position, kneeling in the bathtub. She never quite understood how Ruth could smile at this moment but it always excited Deepana to see her eager face and her open mouth.

"Do you want to drink? My pee? In your mouth?"

"Mistress... please... make me dirty. Cover me with your hot piss."

"Oh my," shuddered Deepana as she bent her knees and pulled her cunt lips wide.

The powerful hissing sound came a split second before the hot jet of golden fluid blasted from that dark pee hole. Ruth was almost giggling with joy as she watched that strong jet of gold burst out. Of course her eyes closed against the acrid smell. But she inched closer as the hot jet blasted against her open mouth and then worked its way higher. Deepana watched with relief and amazement as, not for the first time, the white slut, took the full force of her piss.

"Ohhh..." she gasped to Ruth. "So dirty."

Hot piss sprayed everywhere. Ruth bent forward a little to make sure that plenty of the Mistress' pee splashed in her short brown hair. Ruth had once thought this the most depraved and disgusting act but now it felt more like a celebration.

"Unggghh..." Deepana sighed with relief as her bladder continued to empty.

Ruth stayed right there, under her Mistress and that wonderful flow. With her hair soaked and her face shining from the jetting piss, Ruth luxuriated in being the dirtiest, filthiest slut she could be. Few women, she knew, could accept a gift such as this. She was still smiling as she swallowed what had landed in her mouth. And grinned up at the other woman as the slowly cooling urine cascaded down her face, ran over her neck and dripped onto her heaving tits.