The Slut Therapy Hospital (Pt 2) [MF] – 3rd person Doctor’s POV

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/d4tt66/the_slut_therapy_hospital_pt_1_mf/) – 2nd person Sarah’s POV

Doctor Damien Woodford stood powerfully with the hose in the middle of the Cleaning Room looking at the gorgeous, sexy, naked woman named Sarah reclined with legs spread in the dentist’s chair. Everything about her 26-year-old body was physically flawless. A lithe, petite frame with impeccably shaped, firm, highly perched breasts with perfect nipples that looked to be DD in size. They were comparatively large for her body which was toned and firm. Her arms were thin and her stomach was flat and soft – feminine, with a pretty belly button with no visible abdominal muscles, something Damien disliked on women. Her hips were elegant, curved and womanly and below that her legs were long and athletic. Her feet were feminine and small, again something Damien liked. Scanning back up her body he noticed the hollows beneath her supple neck and exquisite collarbones. Cascades of shiny, soft, brown curls flowed from her lovely head to cover her shoulders, framing a heart shaped face with glowing skin, pouty, soft, pink lips, delicate nose and large blue eyes with long lashes. Damien could not see her ass as she was, but from what he had seen in her dorm room it was perfectly shaped, plump and springy – not too large or too small. Lastly, Damien cast his eyes on the reason this woman found herself in this position. To his surprise, her pussy was like an elegant pink rose, virginal almost, seemingly not defiled by the hundreds of men she had apparently slept with. His assessment was that she looked to be younger than her age listed on the admission sheet, and her years of partying and fucking had seemed to have no effect on her health at all. From all his professional and personal experience this was a woman of peerless beauty.

Doctor Damien Woodford was an exceptional man. He graduated from the top university in the country with honours in Medicine, then obtained his Masters and PhD in the Sexual Psychology of Women. His research broke new ground in a field that many were afraid to tread. He had a glittering early career and published many research journals and popular books that changed the way people thought about female sexuality, all the while running an extremely successful private practice that treated psycho-sexual issues in women.

Women from all over the world would come to see him to get help with their sexual hang-ups or perversions – he was something of a celebrity. Little did the husbands or families of these women know, Damien used his knowledge of women and physical attractiveness to satisfy his own sexual urges. He himself was also a sex addict. The women that came to him were accepted and met mutually as a sexual being. He gave them therapy, but he did not try to change them. Damien thought he had fathered countless children that he had no idea existed. However, this created no problems for Damien, because the women truly cared for him.

This process went on for several years but Damien yearned for more. His sexual kinks were becoming more sadistic and he wanted more power. He wanted more than fucking these women on his couch in his practice then sending them on their way – giving them some ‘medicine’. He wanted his own medicine. So, he set up The Hospital.

Women were sent to the Hospital against their will in their loved one’s hopes of them overcoming their sex addictions. Little did they know that Damien set up this hospital as a ruse to satisfy his own sadistic sexual perversions. The women that arrived at the hospital had the most extreme forms of sex addiction that were known. Damien set up the hospital solely for extreme sex addicts because he knew that these women would be easier to control – with sex. The families of the women and the women themselves came in thinking they would become purified, but the actual eventuality was Damien turning them into his sex slaves. The nurses that worked the Hospital were former patients who now do Damien’s bidding; he was the only male in the hospital. He had a powerful way with women, and they, without exception, submitted to him.

In the cleaning room again, Damien stood with his large cock throbbing and pushing against his pants and wanted nothing more than to ravage the beautiful, naked Sarah sitting, tied down in front of him. But he knew his process, and he never broke his method. His pleasure would come later.

He stepped towards Sarah and dangled the hose over her shoulder, water flowing over her perfect breasts, nipples erect, and down over her pussy. He heard Sarah give a sigh from between the leather gag, and arch her back a little. He was standing in between her legs and he pushed his hips forward until he felt his throbbing cock beneath his pants meet her soft pink pussy. Sarah closed her eyes and he felt her body push back against his, increasing the pressure between his cock and her pussy. He was getting wet from the water, but he didn’t care, this was the best part of his job. He rested the hose on her elegant shoulder and took her perfect breasts in his hands and began to massage them as she started to rotate her hips and grind her pulsing pussy on his throbbing cock.

“This is how you get clean Sarah”, said the deep husky voice of Damien as he looked lustily into her eyes.

“Mhmm”, Sarah murmured through her gag.

He then took the hose in his hand and moved to her thighs. Softy massaging them with one hand and wetting them with the hose. Damien moved his hands to the inner part of the thighs and he could see an almost pleading look in her eyes. He knew what she needed.

He placed the hose beside the chair and turned it off. He then moved back between her legs and placed his left hand strongly around her throat, squeezing.

“Look at me, Sarah”, he said firmly. She looked. “Since you’ve been a good girl, I’m going to get you off”, he said while staring in her eyes.

All she could do was gesture with her eyes in agreement because his grip was so strong around her throat, she could not speak.

Damien took his right hand and found his way to her warm, pliable, wet pussy, while still looking at her beautiful blue eyes. As soon as his hand met her pussy, the signs of Sarah’s pleasure were visible even though his choking was firm. Her eyes rolled back, and he felt her body weaken. Damien worked her pussy and clit and Sarah’s rapture was growing strongly. She was straining against the restraints and he could see her nipples getting rock hard, her lips becoming blood -filled and her breaths becoming frantic beneath his grip and the gag. Her pussy was leaking wetness on her legs and Damien knew she was very close to coming. As he built her to the very brink of her orgasm, which didn’t take long, he suddenly released her neck and took his hand away from her pulsing pussy.

He felt the air and exasperation rush out of Sarah.

“Pppplsssss”, she pleaded from behind her gag and struggled against her bindings. All Sarah’s sexual energy was like a lake behind a dam about to burst. All she needed was a little bit more attention to her pussy and she would explode in ecstasy. It was unbearable to her.

“Sarah, you will be taken back to your room now. Any struggle and you will be punished accordingly. Your hands will be bound behind your back until you get there so you cannot give yourself an orgasm. Then you will be bound to your bed until breakfast which will be supervised by nurses”, the doctor said in an imperious voice, almost as if his desire for her had evaporated completely. “We will resume therapy tomorrow. Do you understand?”, he finished and released her gag.

“Yes doctor” came Sarah’s submissive response.

To be continued in Pt 3

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