Reigning 'Our Girls' Part 1

Chapter 1

"Ugh, I don't want to baby! Why do I have to go in today? It's my day off, they are not all even my patients!" I whined.

"Because she's your friend and you love her. Really, it's not as if this is a new concept - we cover for each other, it's why we work together in the first place."

"Yeah well, 'loving' her, that's debatable right now. Believe me, I'd much rather be here, making sweet love to you, my beautiful husband, than listening to problems of patients that are not even my patients, right now."

"Stop being so dramatic, baby," Michael said.

"I'd rather that too, but we need Debbie to sub for us for when we go away, don't forget that!"

"I know, I know," I hugged Michael tighter to my chest. He was rubbing his fingers along my abs. I love when he does this, it makes me feel so calm, chilled, and well, ok, horny too. With that, I decide better to get my ass up or I'll never be on time. God knows what is awaiting me.

I love my friend Debbie, but I'm not sure I'll love her patients. She is away for two weeks on her honeymoon, and I am seeing some of her more vulnerable patients. The ones who need emergency appointments, referrals, or regular weekly appointments. Debbie and I went to college together and we both are Psychotherapists. I am also a Psychiatrist and Debbie is a psychologist. We offer the same type of counselling, the more challenging side of things - bereavement, anger management, personality disorder, criminal behaviour, personal injury. That kind of thing. We both practice together and help each other out when we can. We have a very busy practice. Some of our clients are either hospital referred, or court referred.

My husband Michael also works with us. He specializes in Occupational Therapy and Cognitive Behavioural Therapy and has a day off today. We would normally be off together, but for the next two weeks, we will be so busy with me covering both Debbie's and my own patients, so that's not going to happen. Michael and I have had our own issues lately. We're recovering from being in a fragile place and we are doing much better now. Thank God. We broke up with our 'baby girl', she left us, and it hurts a lot. If it wasn't for Michael, I don't know what I'd do.

Michael and I are a little bit unorthodox; I suppose. We engage in some light BDSM and would both be of a dominant nature. We both like the same thing, taking care of submissive women. There is something so rewarding about a woman trusting her body to you to be pleasured in ways she could only get from the 'BDSM' scene. We accidentally stumbled into the 'daddy dom' scene and while we enjoyed it, we had never had a desire for it before. Well, I hadn't, my husband Michael grew to really like it. There had just happened to be a 'ddl' party taking place one of the nights we were at the 'Kink' club for our friend's birthday, and we enjoyed it, it piqued our interest. We attended some 'ddl' parties after that at the club. We had discussed looking for a 'little' but never found the right time to devote to it. Michael would search the sites, but no one stood out to match with us.

We love nothing more than taking care of people and when a particular 'little one' came into our lives full time we embraced it and loved it. Although we are married to each other, we are both bisexual, or, as we like to call ourselves, 'sexual'. Sharing a love of 'kink' and both enjoying having sex with women, helps keep our relationship strong. It is actually how we met, we both used to go to the same BDSM club near our college. I also see clients who engage in kink; in fact, 30% of my patients are from the 'kink' scene. One of our best friends since our college days, Damien, runs a website and high-end, members-only kink club 'REIGN,' which is how we met our 'baby girl.'

Olivia was such a sweet girl. She came to me as a patient thinking she was messed up, thinking she was crazy and could never find anyone to understand her. She couldn't form relationships or maintain a full-time job. She was a 'little' but had zero knowledge of what that meant. After really helping her understand her true self, she was finally in a great place. She was my patient for six months before I discharged her from my service. I recommended a service for her to find her 'daddy dom' . Fortunately Michael was 'that dom.' They had met on the secure site I had recommended. I knew he was chatting with someone, but I didn't know who, they were using screen names. He had been searching for a 'little' for a while and really grew to like her. She was perfect, he would say after chatting with her, after all his searching and never finding the right one for us, he was convinced she was the one. We arranged a meet at REIGN and low and behold it was Olivia. At first, I insisted we all leave the club and never have contact again but Michael and Olivia had already established a very strong relationship online. I reluctantly agreed to stay at the club, and it happened from there, she was the 'perfect little', for us.

We were together for four years, she lived with us, and life was wonderful. Her 'little age' was two and we loved everything about her. We had such a stable relationship, so stable that I still don't know how it all went wrong. There were no signs, we were all so in love with each other. We had plans to have a commitment ceremony committing ourselves to each other for the rest of our lives as we couldn't legally marry. We even had paperwork drawn up, and wills changed to incorporate the three of us. We planned to have children together and everything. We had a routine. She went to college during the day while we were at work. She didn't love going to college, but we felt it was good for her. Michael would pick her up from college and bring her home. We would have dinner, playtime, bath time, bedtime story and if she was good, we would have 'adult time' and if she was 'bratty' she would be put to her cot with a spanked bottom for the night leaving her needy and frustrated with desire for the next night. We loved to leave her deprived of an orgasm, work her up enough then stop. We called it her 'funishment.' It was part of the game, the scene Olivia loved. It made the following night all the more fun. She would go to bed needing relief but not be allowed to have it, spend the whole day in college frustrated, sometimes plugged, frustrated, then come home to be ravaged by us. On the weekends we would have family time, trips to the zoo, the aquarium, and the beach. Olivia's choices. She was so young at heart, she loved that we embraced all her quirks. Olivia loved having a cot, pacifier, bottle, sippy cup, and wearing nappies, it was never something we engaged in before, but we did it for her, it was something she needed. We had an amazing sex life and were happy. One day we came home to a note saying I have a new 'daddy' . I will love you guys forever, but I need someone who has more time for me. I know I promised you children, but I just don't want that anymore.

Really what happened is that she had met some millionaire who could be with her 24/7, he didn't have to work, not like we did.

Olivia hated that we wanted her to go to college and get a job. She just wanted to be home all day, have a nice car, shop 'til she dropped while her 'daddy' pampered and pandered to her, letting her do whatever she wanted. Not wanting children, that floored us. There were never any signs that she didn't want kids. In fact, she couldn't wait and insisted on being a stay-at-home mom when the time came. We even agreed to that. We are very financially comfortable, so could accommodate that.

It wasn't easy getting over Olivia, the house feels empty and while we have sent her things to her, her room is still a painful reminder. We have removed everything, the cot, the teddies, books, clothes even her change and vanity table. It's just a pink empty shell now. We will always love Olivia, she was 'our precious little girl' but we have finally come to terms with it and learned to move on, vowing never to take on a 'little' full-time like that again. We could attend 'little gatherings' and take care of the 'single littles' instead. These were parties where 'unmatched littles' and 'daddy doms' would meet for some loving time but without the commitment, feeding everyone's needs.

Chapter 2

"Hi, Matt," I said to our receptionist,

"Wow it's so busy here today, the waiting room is full already, it's gonna be one long-ass day, hope you're ready?"

"Double pay would help," Matt grinned.

"Nice try buddy, but not a hope in hell!" I joked.

"Give me 5 then send in Debbie's first patient, then alternate between mine and hers. Do you have Debbie's laptop ready for me?"

"Yes, all set up; just highlight your writing in yellow. She asked me to remind you."

"Will do, thanks Matt, Is the coffee machine on? I'm gonna need a lot of coffee today," I sighed

"It sure is, you and me both my friend," Matt answered yawning.

"Matt you are still in your 20's, you come to work from the club, I'm in my 30's mate, I need 2 days to recover from the club" I joked.

"Na I'm getting too old for it now, need to change my ways," he said while cracking his neck.

"Ok, I'll just grab a coffee, set up my office, and I'll buzz ya when I'm ready."

'Ugh Debbie, what the hell way do you take your notes down? I can't follow half of what she is saying here,' I mumbled to myself while trying to get a quick read on some of my patients. This guy though is a referral.

'Serious anger management issues, a 'court-ordered patient.' What a lovely way to start my day. Maybe it's vodka I need, not coffee," I chuckled to myself. I buzzed Matt to tell him I was ready.

In walked a young man, gentle-mannered and shy, not what I was expecting at all.

"Hi, my name is Daniel, I'm standing in for Debbie today. Is today your first time here?"

"Hi, I'm John. Yes, today is my first time, although it's all bullshit, I really shouldn't be here,"

"Ok, I'm sure we can sort it ... tell me what happened? So, you're court-ordered to be here, so let's at least give them their money's worth and just have a chat, and then we can figure it out. Does that sound good to you?"

"I suppose. I should have just left the restaurant, lesson learned," he huffed.

Poor John. It really was a bullshit reason as to why he was here. One bad day and you land here, wasting your and my time. He broke up with his girlfriend in a restaurant when she confessed to cheating on him. All he did was shout some profanities at her. Ok, not the smartest thing to do, but he didn't hurt her or anyone else. He just told her what he thought of her and then got arrested because he wouldn't leave, wanting to finish what he had to say to his ex-girlfriend. And so now, here he is, over her, over the situation, yet she and the restaurant filed charges against him.

"John, I do not believe you have anger management issues, I believe you had a very bad day and snapped, and for a valid reason. However, you did wind up arrested, in court and here, so let's use this time to prove that you had a bad day, and you are not some loose cannon and danger to society. How does that sound?"

He nodded in agreement.

"Let's use this time to heal and just clear your name. I will write to your employers and the courts and get this thing put to bed."

John was so relieved; this had done some serious damage to his self-esteem. It was going to take a few sessions and he'd be ok again.

The next patient is my own. He has a borderline personality disorder and has had an episode recently almost killing himself. It's good that he can now talk about it and is doing much better, he's had it rough his whole life, and I have nothing but compassion and empathy for him. He was a hospital referral and establishing a relationship with him was very difficult at first. He has been on my books for 6 months. This is his 4th session outside of the psych ward and he is doing so well.

The day carries on between my own and Debbie's patients, it's exhausting. Michael stops by for lunch at my office and he helps to relieve some of my stress. Yes, between Chinese take-out for food and one of his amazing blow jobs, it's what the doctor ordered. We may be missing our day off together, but he was making sure we didn't go without the hot sex we always planned for our days off. Apparently, I am in need of some therapy of my own and he's only too happy to oblige. That man knows every inch of my body and he knows just what it needs and when it's needed. It really did set me up for the rest of this day as little did I know just how intense it was about to become.

Chapter 3

Another court-ordered patient, new today also, Debbie's patient.

I read his court file, he's on probation for beating up a man at a gay bar. I could really do without this today; it was a random attack too. Great. I took a few minutes to settle myself and buzzed for him to come in.

"Hi, my name is Daniel, I'm standing in for Debbie, I see you have been court-ordered to attend here as part of your probation?"

"Yeah." was all he said.

"OK. Would you like to talk about anything in particular?"

"No."

"So, it says here that you were arrested and sent to prison for aggravated assault and battery. You want to talk about that?"

"No."

"OK. Unfortunately, we have to, Brian. So, it says here the other guy was left in an induced coma for 2 weeks? Maybe if we know why that happened, we can figure how best to move forward. I'm not here to judge, just listen and help," I say, trying to engage him.

"I'm here to avoid going back to prison, that's it," he answered. Progress at least, I think to myself.

"You do know I have to meet with the courts and give my recommendation for that to happen, so let's try to figure this out,"

"And you'll give it, simple as that, Doc,"

Who is this dude? He's got serious issues I think to myself.

"Well, no, I won't actually. If you don't engage with me and use this time as it's been ordered, I will have no choice but to advise the courts of that."

"You'll do what I say doc, you got that?"

I press the buzzer under my desk, alerting Matt to call the police. This is going to get violent, and nasty. Can feel it. He's messing with the wrong guy today, I can more than defend myself, both Michael and I are 3rd Dan Black belts in jiu-jitsu, but I really don't need that, the man trying to hit me, me upending him, and the paperwork that goes with it.

"So, you're one of them, a 'puff'?" he said, in a vicious tone.

"If, by 'them,' you're referring to the picture on my desk then yes, I am gay, that is a picture of myself and my husband. Does that upset and offend you, Brian?"

"You're all the same, filth," he replied.

"That's your opinion and you're very entitled to it. Is that why you beat up on that guy, because he was 'filth', as you call it?"

"You know she left me, for a woman, a fucking woman"

"So, you beat up a guy at a gay bar, a 20-year-old it says here, a random guy with his whole life ahead of him because your wife left you for a woman? How does that make you feel? You could have killed him. Do you have any remorse for that?"

"None. All you fuckers are the same," he growled.

"Ok, again no judgement Brian. Do you want to talk about your ex-wife maybe? The breakup even?"

"What, about how she is gay now? How I made her gay? Is that what you want to hear? Puff boy!"

"Is that what you think Brian, that you made her gay? You know people aren't turned gay, that's not how it works," I explain, thinking we are finally getting somewhere.

"I beat up on her, apparently that's enough to turn her off men, she said,"

"Ok, then that's her preference. Maybe she now thinks that all men will beat up on her and she feels safer with women now. Do you have any remorse for that, for beating up on her, maybe?"

"None," he snarled, "she deserved it!" he snapped.

"Brian, nobody deserves to be beaten upon, no one. Do you understand that?

"Nope," he replied.

"Do you think maybe the problem here is your attitude, and maybe that's something we could work on together?" I ask.

"You wanker, you think I have a problem?" With that, he stood up, in a threatening type of pose.

"Brian, I'm obliged to inform you that the police are outside, do you understand?"

"What, are you afraid of me, Doc?" he laughed,

"Not even remotely Brian but my patients outside might be if this escalates, does that surprise you?" I ask, "Do you think I should be afraid of you?"

"Yes," he replied firmly and threateningly.

"Well Brian, I'm really not, and unfortunately for you I am also not going to be writing any glowing reports for you either. You have shown no remorse for what you have done and continue to make threats of violence towards others, even me, so the police will take it from here," I hit the buzzer again, signalling that the police can come in

"What? You can't do that! I didn't lay a finger on you!" Brian roars.

"Brian, hopefully, the next time you have such an opportunity, you will use it wisely, but today wasn't for you. I wish you well Brian and hope you take the opportunity to re-engage with counselling in the future."

"I'll kill you; you hear me?! I'll kill you!" I can hear him roaring as he is taken away by the police.

I stare at the shocked patients in the waiting room.

"It's ok everyone, he was just having a really bad day, it's ok, he's gone now. I will be with you shortly."

I have to talk to the police and make a statement, more of my time being wasted. What a day. I could have been at home having amazing sex right now, is all I keep thinking about. Must remember to get wine or something stronger on the way home, I'd need it. The rest of the day went by reasonably ok.

My last appointment is cancelled which is music to my ears as it means I can use that time for paperwork and writing the letter to the parole board and courts. I ring Michael to fill him in on the events of the day and ask if he minds takeaway instead of dinner out, I just don't have a nice dinner out in a fancy restaurant in me tonight, I just want takeaway and snuggles on the couch. Thankfully, Michael understands, and I can't wait to get home to the hugs he promised me. A text comes:

"Have everything we need at home, no need to go shopping, just come straight home, love you" God, I love this man.

I text back "You're amazing, you know that? Love you too."