The Psychiatrist’s Chair

When I was sixteen years old I suffered a serious sexual assault, since then I have had no sexual contact with men, finding myself gravitating further and further towards women. I’ve been recommended a very good Psychiatrist and have had a couple of sessions with her, she is a very touchy feely person and very easy to talk openly about things; I cannot deny I am sexually drawn to her but that happens when woman pay me attention it’s that that I latch onto.

She often wears tight wraparound dresses and shows off some beautiful breasts often with very erect and large nipples. She has long legs and flashes me plenty of thigh when she is sitting in her doctors type chair and I am lying on her couch. I can’t help but fancy her, we talk about my most intimate moments some of which still make me wet at the thought of them; I am convinced most of the time she is equally aroused as she crosses and uncrosses her legs clenching her thighs in the process to suppress her urges.

I arrive at her premises today; we are going to discuss my younger years and the incident which has caused all my problems. My appointment is the last of the day and her PA has gone home leaving us alone in her offices. She is wearing her usual style of dress, hugging her buxom breasts, fastened to the side of her waist with a wraparound skirt. I follow her through to her office, I watch her arse as she wiggles along the corridor, I am convinced she is not wearing a bra or panties as I can see no tell tale underwear lines through her figure hugging dress.

She fusses around in her office and gets me laying comfortable on the couch and then proceeds to sit down on her doctors chair, as she sits down her skirt rides up and slips over to reveal rather a lot of thigh, I am certain I catch a glimpse of her pussy before she crosses her legs and re-arranges her skirt. We pass the usual pleasantries with regards the weather and my general well-being, then she recounts my previous visit and reminds me that she wishes me to talk about when I first had sexual encounters and the time before and leading up to my assault.

I am nervous but she is very reassuring and I start to talk about my youth and sexual experiences.

I was 11 years old when I first discovered my little cunny. A gang of girls at school had got their hands on a rather saucy novel which had some very sexually explicit passages in it. It was my turn to borrow the book so I took it home to read it. One particular chapter had been read so much that the book practically fell open at the right page!

I lay in my bed with my nightdress on naked underneath and started to read. The excerpt was so exciting about a boy and a girl and what they did to each other, by the time I had read it the first time I had started to feel all tingly inside and the hottest part seemed to come from my pussy. I read the passage again more slowly, starting to imagine all the things that were being described. By the time I had finished reading it the second time my hand had ventured between my legs, I had a strange and unstoppable urge to touch myself.

As I opened my legs and furtively put my fingers between my pussy lips and was shocked to feel it was wet but I had not pee’ed myself as it wasn’t like pee it was thick and slippery. I scooped some onto my finger and brought it to my nose to smell it, it smelled musky not at all horrible in anyway so I tasted it. Again it tasted musky but also quite sweet in a weird way. Anyway, I put my hand back under the bed sheets and started to stroke myself rubbing my juices all over my pussy. I read the passage again in the book, stroking myself and thinking about what had been written, before I had come to the end I felt myself spasm and the muscles in my thighs twitched and more stuff came oozing out of my cunt.

It suddenly dawned on my I had just had my first orgasm as a lot of the girls in my class had talked about these funny feelings but to be quite honest I hadn’t taken a lot of notice. I lay in the bed breathing quickly and gentle stroking the folds of my pussy and until the spasm subsided. I hid the book so my parents couldn’t find it, turned the lamp out and went to sleep.

After that you couldn’t stop me frigging myself I experimented more and more. To start with I just played with myself, if my parents were out I sat in front of the mirror and pulled my lips apart and started by stroking my little button. It didn’t take much for a blob of white goo to appear at my cunt hole which I used to massage up and down my opening. The goo would continue to come out the more I stroked myself and I used to scoop some onto my fingers and lick my fingers clean, I adored the taste of myself.

I found the best way to make myself come was to rub my finger quickly back and forth over my clit button and as I came I watched as I splayed my pussy lips wide open; my cunt would open and close pushing more goo out of my cunt, sometimes there would be so much that it would dribble down and drip on the bedroom floor, thank heaven for hardwood flooring as I would just smear it up with my fingers and suck them clean.

I also discovered I could make myself cum stroking my clitty with objects, such as the hairbrush handle, a deodorant bottle or anything with a smooth cool surface. One day I was so wet I inserted the hairbrush handle into my cunt, it slid in some of the way really easy then I felt some pressure as it hit my hymen, by then I was so enjoying the feeling of the handle rubbing against my cunt walls so I just pushed the hairbrush deeper into me, I felt a sharp discomfort but the more I pulled and pushed the hairbrush in and out of my cunt the pain went away. When I came my goo was rather pink but apart from that I was excited as I had found a whole new lot of different feeling which I had created with my hairbrush in my cunt and my fingers on my clit.

So that was my latest playtime, pumping the hairbrush or anything like that in and out of my cunt, I’d even tried carrots as they were slightly ribbed and gave an even better sensation. I’d started to sprout pubic hair but I didn’t like it so I used Dad’s razor and shaving cream and shaved myself every few days to keep my cunny smooth and soft. I had to make sure I washed his razor clean as I think he would have been ever so slightly curious if he had found pubic hairs on them!

By the time I was 13, I started babysitting for a posh couple in the village during the summer holidays, in the winter I had started boarding at school so during the summer I did plenty of odd jobs as I hated being at home. They lived in a huge house; their two girls were no bother and went to bed a 9 on the dot, so I was left alone to keep myself occupied.