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Bailey and Her Former Therapist
Hello dear readers! Welcome to my first attempt at writing erotica! This story is based on true events; however, names have been changed and some individual characters represent multiple people. For the sake of story flow, however, it made sense to condense then into singularity. All characters involved in this quasi-fictional story are 18 years old or older. I hope you enjoy, and might consider sharing some constructive criticism in the comments so that I can improve.
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My name is Dexter but most people I know call me Dex. I am a fifty-five year old retired family therapist. My career in the mental health field spanned roughly from 1986 until 2020. I have held a wide variety of positions; working my way up from orderly to director of programs. I went back to school and received my master’s degree which allowed me to become a fully licensed therapist after requisite internships, supervised clinical hours, etc. Although the vocation was often emotionally stressful, I continue to take pleasure in knowing that my work inspired positive and healthy change in numerous families. I always gave my clientele well above 100% of my skill, knowledge, and what is known in the profession as “unconditional positive regard.”
It is often said that therapists are not supposed to have favorite clients. But the truth, of course, is that we do. My fave is a young woman named Bailey. She is a stunning person that I will never forget. Could never forget. The first time that we met in my office was on the day of her 18th birthday. She explained that she had promised herself years before that when she turned 18, she was going to move out of her dysfunctional household and begin seeing a therapist. Bailey further explained that the reason she chose me was because a few of her friends had worked with me during their high school years, and they told Bailey that my expressive art therapy approach had helped them cross the many hurdles that they faced.
As I came to know Bailey, I very much admired her. She had been living with her mother and step-father who both had profound methamphetamine addictions. Our community is deep in the Appalachian mountains where jobs are scarce and drug abuse, domestic violence, and poverty is all too commonplace. Child protective services had visited Bailey’s home occasionally when she was much younger, but the agency never saw fit to place Bailey into a healthier living situation. Usually, school teachers had made those reports when Bailey would confide in them. However, once it became clear that CPS was not going to take action, the teachers stopped making those calls.
Bailey tried in vain to encourage her caregivers to seek treatment, but they were too lost in addiction. Thankfully Bailey resisted the temptations of drugs and alcohol except for occasioal marijuana.
Bailey sought solice with a small group of friends who were all studious. They all had their invididual niches. Bailey was the editor of her school literary magazine, and a highly-valued participant in the drama club.
When her theater troupe put on shows, Bailey never auditioned for starring roles. Her passions were stage design and show promotion. On the few occasions when Bailey appeared as a cast member, she played short but memorable roles. No audience could take their eyes off of her, and although it was not her intention, she always stole the show.
Bailey and her friends spent their free-time listening to music, drawing, and playing Dungeons and Dragons. In our early sessions, I praised Bailey for carving out a safe and creative place for herself as she struggled to cope. Once she was old enough, she began working at a local theme park which employed a large portion of the town. Some days she sold “fry-bread” to visitors; other days she dressed in campy hillbilly costumes and took pictures with tourists. She saved every paycheck that she earned with the goal of renting a humble apartment when she turned 18 years old. And sure enough, she accomplished that task!
As therapy sessions progressed from week to week, Bailey grew stronger and independent. She was enjoying her modest apartment. She had occasional boyfriends, but never wanted to live with any of them. Her next goal was to save enough money for a used car. In the meantime, she rode her bicycle to work, therapy sessions, and everywhere else.
Sadly, about 9 months after becoming a legal adult, the theme park abruptly closed. Bailey was forelorn. Her life had been steadily going uphill, then suddenly she was unemployed and in the middle of a lease. Many local citizens shared the same predicament.
Bailey occasionally found temporary jobs, but she was barely able to afford food, shelter, and clothing with the little money that earned babysitting or cleaning vacation rental homes. These dwellings are for rich out-of-staters who visit the region to boat on lakes, watch the leaves change color in October, or buy local crafts eskişehir escort so that they can show-off folk-art trinkets and baubles to their jealous neighbors when they return to Florida. These visitors often present as very elitist, entitled, and dismissive of the locals.
She expressed concern that she would not be able to afford the sliding-scale fee for therapy. I was so impressed with Bailey that I offered to see her pro-bono. She is a very proud young woman, so she admittedly felt awkward about taking me up on the offer. I reassured Bailey that her spirit and progress inspired me, and that is why I became a therapist. She tearfully accepted, and we continued our work.
One month later, the pivitol session happened. Up to this point, Bailey discussed sexuality in a very general way. For example, she expressed when sex was “inspired” or “stale”, but certainly never elaborated. Until now. Suddenly, she announced that she had new reasons to focus on her sexuality in therapy.
Bailey: “I feel that I can trust you. Although I admit that I’m nervous, shy, and embarrassed, there is a new factor that effects my sexual world big time!
Me: “I’m very encouraged that you feel safe with me and the therapy room. You’ve heard me refer to this room as ‘sacred space’. So whatever you discuss is strictly confidential, as you know. And YOU get to set all of the boudaries. If I ask a question or make a comment that results in you feeling awkward, please tell me and I will certainly respect your limits. If you feel that the conversation is moving too quickly, you can simply say, “I’m not ready to talk about that right now.” We can slow down or refrain from whatever we’re discussing. In therapy, there are times to push through inner-resistance. But since this factor that you mentioned is so new, I will follow your limits and boundaries.”
Bailey nodded gently as I spoke. Occasionally, she looked directly into my eyes with a piercing gaze. As if she was mustering her courage to unload a heavy burden.
Bailey: “I. I, um.” She paused, then: “I have a new job. I am, um. I am my own boss.”
Me: “I’m intrigued! Tell me more.”
Bailey: “Shit, I’m just going to say it. But I’m scared that you will think less of me.”
Me: “I can assure you that I will never think less of you.”
Bailey: (eyes watering a little, and face a little red with embarrassment.) “I just started three nights ago, and I made more money than working a month at my previous jobs. By the way, I’m going to pay for our session today since I finally have money coming in.
Me: “Bailey, I won’t accept payment. I want you to save your money and get your feet firmly on the ground. Thank you for that offer, but sessions are still pro-bono. I insist.”
Bailey then go up from her chair, walked over to me, and gave me a warm and long hug. As we held each other, her body trembled and she broke down crying. I simply held her and whispered, “It’s ok. Let it all out. Let go of your worries.” Bailey cried and cried in a very cathartic manner. Then she kissed my cheek, thanked me, and returned to her chair.
Bailey: (chuckling slightly) “Thanks, I needed that.
Me: “You’re very welcome. And good job! Do you feel better?”
Bailey: “Yes, I’m calmer. I think I can now tell you about my new job.”
Me: “Please do.”
Bailey: “I’m a cam girl on GloryCams. Have you heard of it?”
Me: “Um. Now it’s my turn to be embarrassed. Yes, I’ve visited that website a time or two.”
Bailey: (smiling broadly) “You? Wow! Well, I guess you’re human too.” Then she said teasingly: “You naughty therapist!”
Me: “Well, I’m sure that my face is totally red now. Yes, I’m human. Guilty as charged.”
Bailey: “My cam name is…”
I interrupted: “Wait. Please don’t tell me your cam name.” Suddenly I felt very distressed. I felt like catapult shot me into the middle of an ethical dilemma.
Bailey: “Why? (She seemed genuinely perplexed.)
Me: (Pausing. Trying to get my courage up. Finally I speak.) “I hate to admit this. But if you tell me your cam name, I fear that I would be tempted to find your performances on GloryCams. And… (long pause)… That would be terribly unprofessional of me. I’m so sorry Bailey. I hope that doesn’t make you feel awkward. I apolgize from deep in my heart. But I respect you, and have to be honest with you.”
Bailey: (Looking at me silently for a long while. Then she spoke.) Thank you for your honesty. And I promise, I am not judging you. In fact, to be honest, I am flattered! You’re a good man and a fantastic therapist. And your honest makes me feel even safer when discussing this.”
Me: “I would like to think that after all of these years as a therapist, I would know how to navigate an ethical dilemma such as this. Well, actually I DO know. I simply need to commit to not visiting your cam. Would it not be a violation of your space? But suddenly I find that I do not trust myself to abstain. gaziantep escort Wasn’t it Socrates who said ‘Know Thyself’? Well, At least I know that I do not trust myself. And admitting that to you is terribly difficult.”
Bailey: (Smiling reassuringly) “And I know myself. And I must admit, I am kind of excited by the idea of you watching my show.”
Me: “Really?”
Bailey: “Yes, and you know what? I kind of like the idea of me not knowing YOUR username to GloryCams! That way, I would wonder… wonder if you are out there watching me!”
Me: (momentarily silent) “I’m. I’m speechless.”
Then, before I could object, Bailey blurted out, “I am SpaceFace18!”
……………………………………………………………………………………………
That evening at 8:10pm, I signed onto GloryCams. Of course. I had not told Bailey that my username was GreyBeard111. The only other information that Bailey had given me was that she was performing from 8:00pm until 12:00am that night, and that since she was not currently in a relationship, her shows were solo. She also said that she would have to trust any co-performer implicitly, and that she had never had a boyfriend who she would trust that much.
My first glimpse of her set my heart to beating wildly! I had never seen her dressed so scantily! She wore simple white cotton panties; functional. The kind of underwear a preteen would wear. There were no lace frills nor flossy thongs. Just the basics which is what I prefer anyway. Did she know this about me somehow? How could she? For a top she wore a vintage AC/DC concert tee shirt a size too small so that her navel was well exposed. Now this piece of apparel may well have been for my benefit. She knew I loved Bon Scott era AC/DC, and indeed that was the focus of the shirt.
SpaceFace18 was in the process of meeting and greeting her fans. She was saying hello to everyone as they appeared in the room. The room participants typed while Bailey spoke out loud.
Sure enough, when I signed in she said: “Welcome Greybeard111! If I’m not mistaken, you’re a newbie to my cam. Then again, there are lots of newbies here including myself! I’m brand new to camming!”
This statement generated great accolades from the fans who had clearly seen her before. One person in particular addressed me:
JismJasper: “Hey Greybeard, wait until you see her mouth wrapped around one of her toys! And oh man, the things she ways while sucking!”
Now, I am quite an oral fetishist so this was exhilarating news to me! I simply responded, “I can’t wait!” Then I went into a quiet lerk mode. I didn’t want to draw too much attention to myself. I wondered if Bailey yet knew I was present.
At roughly 8:30pm, SpaceFace18 explained the basic ground rules: People engaging in rude or hurtful comments would be booted out of the chat. Tips were very welcome and would earn your special requests to be granted within reason. She declared herself a very open-minded person but nevertheless. since it was her body, she could set whatever parameters she wished.
My respect for Bailey could not even be measured as I watched her take subtle control of this situation. Then. Oh and then. The fun started!
Bailey began slowly dancing to the ambient electronica music she had playing in the background. I had never seen Bailey dance before. I was impressed the she danced to her own drummer as the old saying goes. She completely abandoned the rote moves of strippers / erotic dancers. Bailey celebrated quirkiness as she undulated to the counter-rhythms while displaying the shadow of a smile, all the while making great eye-contact with the camera!
::Ding:: ::Ding::
The tips began coming.
JismJasper: “You probably know already what I’m going to ask, SpaceFace! Would you mind slowwwly wriggling out of those sweet white cotton panties?”
Bailey: “Well of course I can, particularly since you are always so polite!”
Bailey, or perhaps her alter-ego SpaceFace18, turned her back to the camera. Before she touched her panties, she darted a glance and a wry smile to the camera, and I suddenly realized that I could not contain my shivers! Or jitters? It’s difficult to describe. It’s as if a frenzy of butterflies was flying amok within my body!
And even as I type this, the memory has me blazing beyone belief! I beheld Bailey pulling ever so slowly on her panties, exposing bare areas of her ass! Inch by inch and bit by bit mind you! I had no idea that the young woman who regularly visited my therapy room was such a masterful tease!
::Ding:: ::Ding::
It took Bailey’s verbal gratitude before I realized what I had done.
SpaceFace18 (wearing only her AC/.DC shirt): “Wow! Greybeard! What an amazing first tip! I had to do a double take! That is incredibly generous of you! Any special requests?”
Before I responded, I had some very serious decisions to make. And the part of my brain giresun escort responsible for executive decisions was overshadowed by the “old brain” aka “reptilian brain.” I knew instinctively that, in our next therapy session, she would know that I was Greybeard111. So, I would have to be responsible for any decision I made under these circumstances. I through caution to the wind.
I mentioned earlier that I was an oral fetishist. That is absolutely true. I would rather engage in oral sex, both giving and receiving, than vaginal / penis intercourse. Or anal intercourse for that matter. In particular, I am a “facial aficionado.” However, I have never been of the mindset that “facials” are degrading. Au contraire! I believe that the human face is one of the most expressive and intimate parts of the body. Faces encompass eyes which have often been called “the windows to the soul”. I believe that ejaculate on a face is a celebration! The “cum” adorns the beauty of the face.
In my younger days, I was fortunate enough to find a few women who shared such philosphies. I don’t know how rare it is that wearing a facial is enjoyable and a turn-on. I have the view that I would never ask a woman to do what I was not willing to do myself. So, I trial-tested wearing my own facials when I was still limber enough to perform oral sex on myself
I love the infinite ways that humans identify their gender identity and sexuality. I have experimented with men, but all-in-all I identify as heterosexual with a penchant for polyamorous situations especially two male and one female. I am not currently in a relationship, but over the years, I was thrilled to watch my girlfiends enjoy being with me and another male. I would often kick-back and watch as she explored sex with a trusted male friend of ours. Trust was key. There was absolutely no coercion on anyone’s part. Of course, everyone knew that my favorite sexual act was facial cum. Sometimes, when I was watching and the other two felt so-inclined, I would be dazzled by my girlfriend’s face with another man’s cum on it. The visual never got old! Many facial fetishists have observed that every facial is unique, like snowflakes. At other times, she wore the cum of two men on her lovely face! Now, that is not the only places we ejaculated. But I must admit, it’s my favorite!
I would like to share another past facial adventure before I return to how this relates to Bailey (whose name I realize that I am randomly interchanging with SpaceFace18). One of my long-term girlfriends expressed her curiosity that I would occasionally cum on my own face when masturbating. She had seen me masturbate, but she had never seen me ejaculate on my face. I was infinitely excited when she asked if she could “help” me mostly by simply serving as a witness, but also getting up close and personal… face-to-face… so that our cheeks were touching and our tonges were flicking less than an inch apart! Then when the moment of truth arrived, I would cum on my face and hers!!! Let me just say that it was Glorious with a capital “G”!!!
Ok. So. My request for Bailey as she stood patiently waiting with only her shirt on. My eyes drank in her sublime nudity! What a form! Her ass was a tone whiter than the rest of her body. Her ass was, and I’m sure still is, Heaven-sent! Perfection! The same hold true for her luscious pussy! Yes, I still call the Vagina a Pussy, and I consider the term Holy! Yet I would strike it in an instant if Bailey took exception with it. There were sooo many unanswered (and unasked) questions!
Greybeard111: (typing) “Would it be ok, um, wow, this is awkward because I’m presumming a lot. Ok, JismJasper hinted earlier that you may have some rather impressive oral skills! I would love to see you simulate a blowjob with one of your toys. And here is the risky request. Perhaps I should send another tip of apology in case I am presuming too much.”
SpaceFace18: “Oh no, believe me, you don’t need to keep sending tips. I’ll let you know if I’m not comfortable with your request. But if it has to do with oral sex, I am VERY open-minded!”
Greybeard111: “Wow! I have to collect myself so that my heart doesn’t explode with joy! Ok, here is the extra request: Would it be ok if you worked in a facial ejaculation with your simulation? And for the record, I view facials as celebrations! Not a means to degrade anyone. But ultimately it’s your call… because the only way that facials excite me is if everyone is willing, consensual, and eager!”
SpaceFace18: “OMG! How refreshing! I actually LOVE fantasizing about taking a facial. But alas, I have never gotten the opportunity in real life that has the positive spirit you’re talking about!”
Greybeard111: “I cannot tell you how elated I am to hear that! So, well, I guess I’m going to finally unzip and…um… well you know, Enjoy your show!!!”
SpaceFace18: (searching through a bag) “Would you prefer that I use a traditional vibrator, or a very realistic latex penis?”
Greybeard111: “Oh, unless you have a personal preference, I would enjoy watching and hearing you with a latex penis!!!”
JismJasper: “Here! Here! I wholeheartedly agree!”
SpaceFace18: “Then it’s settled!”
Bailey revealed a very authentic-looking penis with very realistic dimensions!
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