by Tom Benson
“Mountain bikes would be a great idea.” Lauren sighed. “The light and the view is amazing.”
They made their way down onto the upper landing again and along to the single door at the end. On the door, a sign read, Consultation Room. Heather pushed open the door.
The room was square and dominated by Heather’s desk. There were also a large armchair and a therapist’s couch. Heather’s executive chair, the armchair and the couch were red leather. The two windows had partly drawn slatted blinds. Lauren walked across to them to find views of the ever-present forests and mountains.
“This is beautiful, Heather.”
“Just like the rooms, you’ll see that the walls have decent wallpaper but no pictures—another area I’d like you to help me organise.”
“You’ve got ideas though—haven’t you?”
“Yes, I have, but I’d value your input.”
“The place is absolutely amazing, so all I have to do now is learn my job before January.”
“Don’t worry—three months will be plenty of time for somebody like you, and remember, we’re starting with two weeks to relax, because we both deserve a break.”
“Am I allowed to ask who you have in mind as the other member of staff?”
“Of course you are. Sam is the name, and she is a tall, attractive pre-op transgender.”
“A T-girl—somebody who dresses and acts female but has a bit extra?”
“A great description and Sam is a qualified chef, which takes care of quite a lot.” Heather grinned. “We all have to be multi-skilled.”
“I like the sound of Sam already.”
They both burst into hysterical laughter.
Sexual Healing
For two weeks Heather and Lauren enjoyed each other’s company by day and each other’s body by night. They took drives out to let Lauren see the beauty of the surrounding area, and they visited Perth, Stirling, Edinburgh, and Glasgow.
Sam arrived for a second interview and after an hour-long discussion with Heather was eager to be considered for the position as the chef—with the option of being trained for aspects of sexual therapy. The new chef was happy to submit samples for testing.
Heather had her clinic and her team.
The Sexual Exploration and Consultation Services (SECS) clinic was a reality, and no longer a sizeable remote building awaiting demolition.
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Monday 2nd October, 2006
Heather had a meeting in her consultation room with her two colleagues and explained how she’d like to use the three months up until the end of December.
“I’ve set this morning aside to have this initial briefing. What I’d like to do is have a couple of hours each day set aside for us to have open discussions and tutorials. I’ve worked out a programme for our training so that on selected hours each day I can continue with ongoing counselling.”
Sam said, “I know we’ve all undergone tests to ensure we’re hygienic.” She hesitated. “Due to … my lifestyle, Heather, as you know. I haven’t been with many women, but I am still drawn to women as well as men.”
Lauren said, “Do you mind if I ask when you last had a steady partner, Sam?”
“A long time … maybe six months ago. For example, I find you both very attractive, but I don’t stand much of a chance with somebody like you because not many women want a T-girl.” Sam was wearing a light summer dress and high heels. She wore her hair long, and her makeup was flawless.
Lauren turned to Heather. “When do we plan to have interactive sessions with each other?”
“It’s on my list to talk about this morning. I know I’ve talked to you both about it separately, but if you’re both okay with the idea, I’d like us to start in November.”
Sam said, “Will I really be able to … spend time with … one of you?”
“You better aim to do more than spend time with us.” Lauren laughed.
Heather stifled a laugh. “I thought the best way to get underway would be for two of us to indulge, and then another time a different pairing, and then all three of us in the room, but one is watching.”
“We really are going to do the things that are described in your book?” Sam was panting.
“I don’t believe we can work as a well-informed team unless we can understand what we’re dealing with, so we have a few areas to investigate. How better than with each other?”
Lauren winked at Heather before she turned to Sam. “Would you like to fuck me while you’re dressed as you are, Sam?”
“I would love to … fuck … either of you.”
“Does it give you a hard-on thinking about it?”
“It would if I wasn’t sitting on my cock, which is tucked right back inside my underwear.”
Heather said, “If we are all capable of blocking out emotions, I believe we are going to have some serious pleasure conducting what I would like to term our team training.”
Sam said, “May I ask if there will be more than straightforward sex while we do our team training.”
Heather smiled and nodded to Lauren before she turned to Sam. “I’d like us to do a wide range of activities together Sam, so you’ll be going down on me, and you’ll go down on Lauren. More than once, we will go down on you. You’ll masturbate for us, and we’ll do it for you, and there is one other area I mentioned to Lauren before.” She smiled. “We must all experience spanking, and I mean both giving and receiving.”
“Oh, my—” Sam bit her lip.
“I know you’ve both read my book and I’d like you to use your copy as a quick reference guide to the various areas we’ll be covering. The clinic is unorthodox in many ways, and probably one of the strangest aspects is the sexual interaction with clients.” Heather glanced at her notes. “Not every client will be attended to in that way, and there will be strict guidelines for those who are.”
“Male and female?” Sam said.
“Male and female,” Heather replied. “Now, unless there are any questions I’d like to get into our first theory session, which is related to masturbation.”
Lauren and Sam sat listening with pens poised as Heather got the first semi-formal lesson underway.
In this way, the small team got started and every weekday spent hours discussing theories, concepts, and situations related to the appropriate topics.
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Monday 5th November, 2006
Sam undressed to her underwear in the Pink Room. She gradually got aroused with gentle caresses and toying with her tight hole, before pulling her delicate panties down to uncover her impressive eight-inch shaft. She masturbated, so it was caught on camera, but strangest of all was being turned on by the knowledge that two beautiful women were watching.
Lauren was next in the Pink Room to go through a similar performance, and she used her fingers before bringing a large phallic dildo into play.
Heather was the third of the team to be an exhibitionist in the Pink Room.
When all three had performed as individuals, they got together to talk about the experience, how it felt to be watched, and how it felt to watch. This was to become the formula for each activity.
The following day, was to be a sex session and the first pairing was Heather and Lauren. They had regular sex together, and so, when they used the Pink Room to enjoy a session, it was so that Sam could observe via CCTV.
Sam was in the lounge viewing the action on the large monitor so apart from the pleasure of seeing such an activity live on camera, she was experiencing voyeurism. She got to see the two women adopting a variety of positions, and using toys on each other, including strap-ons.
After showers, the two women were dressed and joined Sam to discuss the event from earlier.
On the third day, Lauren was joined by Sam, but they were only to achieve orgasms by using hands on each other. As the days continued, Heather joined Sam, and next time, Heather joined Lauren.
By the second week of November, the pairings wer
e to perform orally with each other, and after the morning session, group discussions were for investigating each aspect of the activity. At this point, it became clear that the sessions were building in intensity, and the event was more developed.
On the third week, the mornings were used for actual intercourse. Foreplay took place as would occur with most couples, and Sam was finally able to sink her long, thick cock inside Lauren’s delicious pussy, shooting her juices deep.
When Sam was faced with a similar prospect the following day facing Heather, it was a fantasy come true as the T-girl worshipped the goddess with lips, tongue, hands, and finally with her throbbing, aching, hard cock.
By the end of November it seemed that most regular activities and positions had been dealt with, and then Heather introduced the strap-on for her and Lauren to use on each other. The next day, Sam was embarrassed, delighted, and excited to be told she’d be fucked by one of the two women with a strap-on, and then the next day, fucked by the other. An interesting week.
In December, Heather spent many hours questioning her two people about the various aspects of all they’d done already, and she asked for personal opinions on what caused the most significant embarrassment or pleasure.
It was the second week in December, and time to go that final mile with regards to research and training. Every morning at least two spanking sessions took place so that every conceivable pairing was achieved. Heather spanked Sam and later spanked Lauren. The next day, Lauren spanked Sam, and then Heather, followed by Sam spanking both women on the following day.
By the third week in December, Heather thought it was time for mornings of undiluted pleasure which meant a threesome for mid-morning each day. Afterwards, in the afternoons the general discussions took place. It was the end of this week that Heather showed her two colleagues that they’d completed everything they’d discussed away back in early October. Copious notes had been made by all three of them, and they were indeed ready to use the clinic for more than the few counselling sessions which Heather had maintained.
Lauren had a personal task concerning the clinic, which was the decoration of the walls with an appropriate plaque in each room. There were also signs to be made and framed for the ensuite facilities attached to each room. One special area of concern was Heather’s consultation room, but an idea came forth which delighted the boss.
It took more than one photo shoot to produce the initial results, but large photographs were used to decorate the room. The large framed pictures were a magnificent pair of breasts with erect nipples, a pair of gorgeous buttocks, a pair of smooth rounded and shapely thighs, a muscular chest, a shaven pussy, and a flaccid but still impressive cock with its circumcised head.
The six pictures had been produced by using the body parts of the three team members. Due to Sam shaving all of her body hair, even the male chest was smooth.
Importantly, Heather was delighted with the overall effect.
A bisexual doctor, a bisexual artist, and a pre-op transgender chef might sound like a peculiar trio, but they were a unique team, brought together and trained in an unorthodox fashion.
Monday, 2nd January 2007, the clinic and staff were trained, presentable and prepared for whichever clients Heather deemed might require their special services.
During the first month of business, the clinic clientele increased by eighteen, but Heather reduced the new registrations to nine by the time she’d conducted initial consultations and eliminated the need to speak to the cranks. Many more ‘patients’ were uneasy about having more than one person in attendance during their counselling.
Heather had explained to Lauren, and Sam during their training, “Cranks are usually easily spotted and dealt with because their first concern is not having their ‘problem’ witnessed by anybody, whether qualified or in training. A person with a genuine issue understands there is a possibility of seeing more than one person or seeing two people at an interview in the early stages of treatment.”
In her favour, Heather had earned a good reputation with the medical profession, which saw special cases being referred by regular surgeries from a twenty-mile radius. Many of the genuine cases were teens and young adults who were uncomfortable attending their local doctor’s surgery. Some wanted to discuss their issue with a person in a white coat, while others preferred somebody of their own age group or sexual orientation.
By the end of February, five more bona fide clients were entered onto the files. For the first sessions, Heather continued to introduce either Sam or Lauren, dependent on the case. It was a system which not only improved the team understanding of people but the client’s perception of being dealt with as part of a process.
Apart from taking part in some interviews, and dealing with particular transgender oriented client’s in her own right, Sam continued to work as the clinic chef.
Lauren was able to take part in joint interviews, and for her part, she worked well with the younger clients, doing particularly well with those who were curious about their own sexuality.
On the earliest interviews, Heather sat in with either Sam or Lauren to assess their ability, and both team members proved their worth using a blend of personal experience, training provided by Heather, and in rare cases, referral to specialists if Heather deemed it necessary.
It was to be three months after opening when either Sam or Lauren were left to consider any physical involvement with clients.
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Friday 30th March, 2007
“Okay guys, Heather said at a morning briefing. “An interesting case begins on Monday. The clients are a young couple called Nick and Kirsten. They’ll be our first residential couple, and at the moment, Nick is the priority, but I have a feeling that Kirsten has underlying issues. I’ve been in touch with her via email for a few weeks.”
“Is this the case you gave us the anonymous notes about last week?” Lauren asked.
“Yes,” Heather said. “On Sunday, you’ll see the couple on their arrival late in the evening. I’ll brief you both after my initial findings, and as the treatment progresses, you may both decide if you’d be prepared to become physically involved. I have their physical analysis results—all good.”
***The End***
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AN EXCERPT FROM GIVE & TAKE
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Give & Take: A Tale of Erotica
An excerpt from Chapter Four
The Lounge
Kirsten practised with the white remote until she could rapidly locate any of the rooms. She tried changing from the four-way split screen, to choosing any view in each room.
There was some activity in the Consultation Room. By the time Kirsten made herself a cup of tea and sat down, Heather was going around checking each of the concealed camera lenses. She winked at the lens Kirsten was viewing.
Kirsten gasped and laughed aloud.
Heather had explained earlier, that the lenses in all of the rooms were difficult to spot if their locations had not been pointed out. It, therefore, made it feel strange when Heather was able to walk up to each of the four in the Consultation Room and look straight at them.
Having checked all was in order, Heather sat at the large desk.
Kirsten selected the composite, four-way view, increased the volume, and then lifted her copy of The Agreement to see what Nick had agreed; and signed. It was neatly laid out.
Kirsten glanced at the introduction and then read the ten rules:
‘1. I would agree unconditionally with my girlfriend taking part in this programme.
2. I will not be abusive, loud or threatening towards any member of clinic staff.
3. I will live in whichever accommodation I am assigned for any given period.
4. I will eat and drink only the food and drink provided within the clinic.
5. I will dress as requested, or choose clothes from a range offered on a daily basis.
6. I will endeavour to participate fully in all interviews or activities with
out question.
7. I will accept unconditionally any punishment afforded to me for a transgression.
8. I will indulge in whatever sexual practices are requested during my visit.
9. I agree that my girlfriend may observe any interviews or activities in which I’m involved.
10. On completion of my visit to the clinic, I will observe a strict code of silence concerning what I have seen, heard, or any activity in which I have agreed to take part.’
Below the rules, spaces existed for a date, name in block capitals, and signature. Under the three spaces was a declaration of intent to accommodate, feed and ensure the well-being of the guest above. Heather signed the indemnity clause.
“Well, Nick,” Kirsten said aloud. “I’ll be interested to see how you handle this, baby. I think the only clause you’ll be interested in is the sexual practices, but I hope I’m wrong.” She placed the document on the sofa beside her.
Between the sofa and the two TV screens was a small coffee table where she had left her cup. As she lifted her tea, there was activity on the monitor. In the blink of an eye, Kirsten lifted the white remote and flicked to a full-screen view of the desk and armchair. She adjusted the volume to level 6 to ensure she missed nothing.
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The Consultation Room
Lauren was waiting when Nick walked out into the hallway. She smiled and accepted The Agreement when offered.
Nick looked from Lauren to the document and back again awaiting a response.
