Retribution
Darlene arrived in my office looking like she had not slept in a week. Her eyes were swollen and puffy from crying, she wasn’t wearing any makeup, and she was wearing sweatpants instead of her usual tight fitting yoga pants. My receptionist called me and said, “Doctor, your next patient is here and she looks like she could really use your help.”
As I listened to Darlene’s story, I became angrier and angrier as she described what the chauvinistic, misogynistic, patriarchal piece of crap had done to her. We did some intensive therapy and I prescribed some medicine that would help her get through the next few days and weeks as she regained her confidence and sanity. As she was getting ready to leave I asked, “Darlene, would you be willing to share his name with me?”
I do not hate men contrary to what a lot of husbands of my mostly female client base believe. They are also victims of the patriarchal system that we were all born into. But I do feel hate towards the type of men that hurt women like Darlene and every once in awhile I do something very unethical and unprofessional. This would be one of those times.
Once Darlene left my office I turned to my receptionist but before I could even speak, she handed me a piece of paper. I looked down and there was his address, his place of business, and his phone number. I smiled and said, “You know me too well.”
My receptionist smiled and said, “He needs to pay for what he did to her.”
I took the paper, tucked into my purse, and said, “And he will. I can guarantee that. He will pay.”
I had a private investigator trail his movements for the next week or so. He had a favorite upscale bar that he went to pick up on women. I planned to wear something sexy and entice him to leave with me. If that did not work, I would just drug him and then lead him to my car. Either way, he was going to leave that bar with me.
I arrived early so I could already have a seat at the bar. This would allow me to feign interest by moving closer to him and then flirt with him. When he walked in I had to swallow my anger. I needed to be flirty, girly, and pleasant or I would have to go with the drug plan which had its own set of risks. He took a seat and as luck would have it, the seat next to him was open.
I grabbed my empty glass and walked over to where he was seated. I touched his elbow and said, “Is this seat taken?”
He gave me a big smile and said, “Well it is now pretty darling. I saved it just for you.”
I said, “You are such a gentleman. My name is Eliza.”
He looked at my empty glass and said, “What are you drinking Eliza? My treat of course.”
I giggled and said, “Oh really? Are you trying to get me drunk mister, um, I don’t believe I know your name.”
I knew damn well that his name was Mitch and by the end of the night he would be my bitch. He replied, “I’m Mitch and I am offended if you think I have to get a woman drunk. I mean just look at me.”
Wow! He was more arrogant than I imagined. I swallowed hard to keep the anger down and said, “Well Mitch, then maybe I need to get you drunk.”
Being the bold asshole that he is he put his hand over the glass as the bartender went to refill my wine and said, “Let’s cut to the chase shall we? I want you, you want me, so let’s go to my place.”
I wanted to say, “But Mitch, my torture chamber is in my home so why would I go to your home?” But I smiled and said, “Would it be okay if we went to my place? I feel safer at home when I meet someone new.”
I gave him my address and he followed me home. As he got out of the car he said, “Wow, nice place. What do you do for a living?”
When I told him he said, “Oh a head shrink. Glad I’m not a crazy loon because none of that mumbo jumbo talk about your feelings crap works on me anyways.”
As I opened my door and held it open for him I replied, “Oh Mitch, you would be surprised what the human mind is capable of.”
He paused and looked at me nervously and for just a second I thought I had let the cat out of the bag too early. Then he laughed and said, “That almost sounds like a challenge. But I’m here to make you feel like a real woman tonight, not talk about work.”
I said, “Then let me get the champagne I have been saving for a special occasion.”
I watched as Mitch set the glass down and started looking around the room with a confused look on his face. His speech started to slur and he said, “That champagne is strong. I am feeling really dizzy.”
Taking his hand I said, “Then let’s get you lying down so you don’t hurt yourself.”
Dazed and blissfully delirious from the drug, he let me lead him to the bedroom. I said, “If you are not too drunk go ahead and remove your clothes and lie on your back.”
As he lay on the bed naked waiting for me to him I gently slipped his wrists and ankles into restraints. Then I slowly tightened each one as he fell asleep from the drugs. My bed is more than just a bed, as Mitch would soon realize when he awoke. It stands up so that my male play partners can see all the toys I have out on the table. It puts a sense of fear into them. As a discreet dominatrix with a successful professional life, I have only a handful of regular submissives that I play with. We have consent forms, safe words, and limits. Mitch would not be afforded any of those things.
When Mitch woke up he was in the same position as my little subbies but he was not a subby but he was going to be very submissive when I was finished with him. As he came around back to the world of the conscious people, he realized what was happening to him. He became angry and pulled at the restraints as he said, “What the hell did you do to me bitch?”
I had ground up some erectile dysfunction medication and poured it down his throat when he was asleep. I am sure the taste was still in his mouth but he was too fixated on what was happening to him to even notice.
I walked over, took his balls into my hands and squeezing hard I said, “You are the bitch Mitch. You caused great emotional pain to one of my clients and now I am going to make a new man out of you.”
He almost vomited from the pain in his groin so I eased my grip and said, “We can play nice or we can play rough. I prefer rough because I want you to feel pain but the choice is yours. Do you want to play nice or rough?”
Mitch had terror in his eyes. It was probably the first time in his life that he was not in charge of a situation. His head dropped in defeat and he said, “Nice please.”
I began to squeeze a little harder and said, “Nice please Mistress.”
His eyes flashed hate but he replied, “Nice please Mistress.”
I released my grip completely and patted him on the head and said, “What a good boy you are Mitch. Let’s play a game. You do everything in your power to not get aroused and I will do everything I can to have that pathetic little cock of yours standing at attention. Doesn’t that sound fun?”
Mitch clenched his fists and closed his eyes as if not looking could help. I slowly caressed his cock and within minutes he was rock hard. I whispered in his ear, “Oh come on Mitch. That was too easy. Are you telling me that you are such a beta male that a few caresses has you under my power already?”
He said, “I’m not under your power.”
I said, “Oh really? Then why is your cock standing at attention like I wanted it to?”
He said, “Fine! So my cock is under your power but that doesn’t mean that I am.”
As soon as he said it I saw the look of realization on his face. In a mere five minutes he had gone from defiant to itting that I controlled his cock. I said, “Good boy.” I placed a gas mask over his mouth and said, “Now breathe deeply for your mistress.”
Again, terror consumed him as his eyes stuck wide open in fear. Then as the sleeping gas started to take effect, Mitch smiled and fell asleep again. I moved my fucking machine over to the bed and just let Mitch fall forward onto the machine. I bound him to the machine, lubed him up, and turned it on. The dildo was smashing his ass when he finally woke up.
As Mitch once again regained consciousness I said, “It appears I also have control over when you sleep. Now let’s see what else I can control.”
I reached down and grabbed his hard cock. I said, “It seems like someone likes getting it in the ass. Maybe you mistreat women because deep down inside you wish you were a woman. I mean look at how hard your cock is without any direct stimulation. But don’t worry, that is coming very soon.”
Mitch was fully awake again and tears were streaming down his face. I said, “Oh, so you do have feelings. I care as much about your feelings as you do for the women you have hurt. But let me make you a promise dear. While you will be a completely new man when you leave here, I promise you that you will be happier as a result.”
I strapped a male masturbation tube to his cock, nipple stimulators to his nipples, and then placed the iPad right in front of his face. I put the headphones on him and said, “You are really going to enjoy this. No matter how many times you cum, your dick will remain hard, and the pleasure will literally turn your mind to mush. When your mind finally crumbles, I will be here to put it back together and create the new you.”
I turned on both devices and he almost immediately started moaning from the pleasure. I turned on the little 5 minute video I had created and put the headphones in his ears. Even if he closed his eyes, he would hear the words and they would become his thoughts.
I was reading a book and I swear I was still in the prologue when I heard Mitch screaming and then whimpering. He had his first of many orgasms. But he was screaming and whimpering because the stimulation did not stop and he could not escape it. Pleasure is an interesting phenomenon because too much of it feels like pain. The mind can only focus on the pleasure and pain so its defenses are completely gone. And with each subsequent orgasm this would become more and more true.
The programming was simple. When I ended his loop, he would be docile, submissive, clingy, obedient, and hold women in the highest regard. He would see himself as barely worthy to serve the woman that chooses to enslave him.
I went to bed and when I woke up in the morning he was trembling and his body looked like it had run a double marathon. I turned the machine and both devices off and just let him sit for a little bit as he regained his composure. Then I said, “How do you feel Mitch?”
Mitch looked around confused for a moment until he saw me standing in front of him. He fell to his knees and said, “I apologize for standing in front of you without your permission.”
I said, “I asked you a question Bitch.”
He said, “I feel submissive and ready to obey.”
I said, “Excellent. You are going to send flowers to Darlene and then beg her for forgiveness. If she chooses to take you back, you will spend the rest of your life serving and obeying her. If she chooses not to take you back, you will call the woman you hurt before you hurt Darlene and do the same. Once a woman chooses to take you back, you will be her slave. Do you understand Mitch the Bitch?”
Still kneeling and staring at my feet in complete submission, he replied, “Yes, I understand and will obey.”
A week later Darlene arrived at my office for her usual appointment but she had Mitch with her. They both came into my office together and when Mitch saw me, I saw fear flash across his face. I said, “Darlene, it is good to see you again.”
Darlene sat down on the couch and said, “It is good to see you again too Doctor.”
Then she looked at Mitch and said, “Foot stool.”
Mitch said, “Yes Mistress” as he went to all fours in front of Darlene. She put her feet on Mitch and said, “Good boy.”
Darlene had always seemed like a ive woman so I was shocked but impressed with her turnaround in just one week. I said, “Well, I see you have him well trained.”
Darlene said, “I know what you did to him and I just wanted to thank you.”
I laughed and said, “You know I usually tell men like him that they will not have any memory of what happened but I decided not to with him. I am glad he told you.”
She said, “He didn’t have any choice. Once I realized that he had gone through some kind of change and that I had the power, I made him tell me everything. I was still confused about what to do with my newfound power so I did a lot of research on female domination, BDSM, female led relationships, and listened to podcasts, read books, and was all over the internet. Now I know exactly how to train my little bitch.”
Darlene kicked Mitch and said, “Thank the doctor for fixing you.”
Mitch was afraid to look up and keeping his eyes down he said, “Thank you for fixing me Doctor.”
I said, “Can I assume that you will no longer need my services since all your love woes are over?”
Darlene stood up and looking at Mitch said, “Leash” before turning to me and saying, “I might want to stop by from time to time just to update you but I will not need to see you every two weeks anymore.”
Mitch stood up, said “yes Mistress,” and then bowed his head. Darlene put a leash collar around his neck and said, “Now be a good boy and say goodbye to the doctor.”
Mitch said goodbye and as they left I heard Darlene say, “Don’t make me pull this leash one more time Bitch” right before the door closed. Once again, I had another happy patient or should I say happy former patient?