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The Doctor is in...Big Trouble!

I am a practicing psychiatrist specializing in (non conforming) deviant sexual behaviour, that is; those that practice activities that are outside the mainstream but do so in a way that is not consistent with the normally (!) expected paradigms of that activity. Simply put, deviant behaviour that is deviant from the normally expected deviant behaviour.

This case was referred to me by the "chief" slave girl of Fantasy Makers, Lorrett, regarding Ms. Shannon, a member of the esteemed group at Fantasy Makers. It seems that Shannon had developed an intense case of floglaughter, that is when she was being flogged, instead of crying out, she would laugh. The onslaught of this disorder was sudden and unprecedented. At first, I thought that this was a case that could be rectified by a few sharp cuts of a cane or single-tail. I was soon to be shown that this was not the case.

I realized at once that it would be necessary to bring in a consultant, someone that had experience and ability in the realm of BDSM, someone cunning enough and most importantly strict enough to change Shannon's behaviour. This was not a simple case of just one young lady that had a rare symptom. This was something that could undermine the entire complex BDSM world.

I ended up bringing in a number of talented mistresses, from the sensuous to the strictest possible. None were able to make Shannon do anything but laugh as she was flogged, caned, whipped and beaten.

At the end of the last attempt, as I sat with Lorrett at FM, totally defeated, in walked the premier lady of kink, Ms. Tatiana B., someone that I had been at loggerheads with over many of my theories about the varied causes and outcomes of BDSM behaviour.

Upon hearing the details of the case, she exclaimed that she could end this in one session. Of course I was doubtful that this was possible.

"Would you care to make a wager, dear Doctor?", she asked.

It seemed that Tatiana was willing to put forth a number of hours of submission on the table, the winner to have complete discretion as to what was going to happen to the loser. I all but drooled at the prospect of having this beautiful woman as my slave for a few hours. "Knowing" that I could not lose, I readily agreed.

We walked into one of the rooms of FM, called Shannon to join us and then explained what was going to happen. She agreed, but at my insistence, she became part of the bet. My greed knew no bounds!

At first, as Tatiana started to strike her, Shannon laughed and smiled, although Tatiana started to strike her severely. Then, Tatiana said, "It is time to show Dr. Knowitall how you are really feeling, miss." At that, as Tatiana continued to strike her, Shannon started to grunt, and then cry out. I had been taken in. All my years of medical school, my training, my practical experience, had fallen to a con game by these two beauties. Waiting to get the Doctor who had so smugly written about their world, they laid a trap and I had fallen in. No, I had jumped in, all the while smiling.

Both women looked at me, one picking up a single-tail, the other a cane. "Take off your clothes", said one. "Slowly", said the other. Both were smiling, which isn't something that I would be doing anytime soon.

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