Intimate Confessions Ch. 03

The waiting room was just as dull as last time. Now filled with two people in addition to Camila, sadly it was just as silent and gray the last time she was here. The room was buzzing with the hum coming from the heating vent, and the gradual tick of a wall clock. Both making a monotone noise that just felt like they reverberated in her ears.

"Beats being damp from the rain I guess"

She sat in the same waiting room chair her leg shaking both in anticipation and to keep herself warm. Despite the running heater, Camila still felt a slight shiver. She had dressed casually for today's appointment: a pair of black form-fitting leggings and a soft gray cable knit sweater with a subtle V-neck that hinted at the cleavage beneath. Not anticipating that the brisk lobby.

"You'd think they would have it a bit warmer in here,"

Holding a notebook she had used as her journal; she placed it down beside her on the chair and rubbed her hands together. Looking around, she noted the two other people waiting. Her thoughts mixed with some comments that she would keep to herself, but still thought as mean, leading her to chuckle to herself with amusement before reaching for her phone.

She initially opened her social media apps and thought about scrolling but being greeted with the same old political banter and yard sale posts.

"Ugh"

Making a stink face at her phone, she closed her social media apps. She twiddled her thumbs for a minute until her face turned bright upon remembering the BDSM forum she had joined last week.

Quickly opening the forum, she went to the login page:

Password:************

Waiting for the screen to load, she grinned at the screen with anticipation. Following her online tryst with VeiledVoyeur last week after joining the site, she had been eagerly reading through all the guides and trying to get a better grasp of the community.

"Why is this taking forever?"

Her smile turned back to a face of frustration, as she fixated on the loading wheel, and its annoying lack of movement. Feeling her nostrils flare as she exhaled through them with petulant patience, she noticed the signal icon in the corner indicating she only had 1 bar.

"Of course, goddamnit."

Her frustration was compounded as she'd been logging in every day since the time she signed up, eager to talk to VeiledVoyeur again after their amorous interaction last week. They way he immediately commanded her just with a few messages, the way he instantly put her in place but quickly took care of her and how much he tried to ensure she was aware, made her want to surrender to him more.

She looked down at her chest and saw a faint crimson outline of the letter "G" just above her cleavage.

Her frown turning to a giggle again, remembering "Good Slut" written on it and the photo she sent to him. Her thoughts drifting to sleeping naked and keeping the label on herself, the countless orgasms she had the following nights after, and the tinge of disappointment she had after finally washing the label off days later.

Reminiscing on that night, Camila was short of twirling her hair and biting her lip. She had been giddy just relishing the memory and was hoping to continue and see if he finally replied.

Finally the screen loaded.

"Oh shit!"

Her face turned beet red when she realized she exclaimed out loud, looking up and noticing the two other people in the waiting room now staring at her, one with concern and the other with bewilderment in their eyes.

Her head sunk into her shoulders as she slightly mouthed "Sorry" trying to make herself small before her focus shifted back to her phone.

The inbox icon that was depressingly grey each time, now had a red notification badge blinking at her. Her fingers quickly tapping them to see what she had been waiting a whole week for:

*VeiledVoyeur: Sorry for radio silence, work had me busy. I hope this good slut has been well?

Feeling her heart nearly jump out of her chest, she grinned ear to ear at the sight of the message. Her hands deftly typed back

*SillynSlutty: Yes sir, I've been a good slut and missed talking to you.

Taking a deep breath, she bit her lip and added:

*SillynSlutty: Did u miss me?

She looked up from her phone, making sure the other two were preoccupied and not fixating on her glee. Seeing the two engrossed in inaudible conversation, she felt satisfied to proceed with her replies.

But before she could send another message, the door to the waiting room opened.

Her head snapped up and there she saw Nolan appear through the doorway. He stood there looking down, checking his phone for a moment before sliding it back in his pocket. Camila looked at his usual mop of medium length disheveled hair, then down at his fitted pull-over that was a calming shade of dark green, her eyes fixating on his sleeves rolled up showing off his forearms.

She couldn't help looking him up and down all the way, her view lingering from the taper of his shoulders down across his charcoal slacks that wrapped tight around his legs.

Quick to close her phone and avoid brandishing the kink forum, Camila stood up.

"No tie today?"

Her grin persisting, changing from thinking about VeiledVoyeur, now to Nolan.

"Didn't feel like looking up a tutorial on how to tie one"

His eyes met hers after he chuckled, but he flashed a blinking glance at her chest catching the cleavage showing from her sweater.

"Oh boy, here we go. I knew I shouldn't have picked the tight pants this morning."

After another blinking glance, he kept his attention on Camila's face but found himself focusing on the view at his bottom peripheral vision, the juncture where her sweater dipped down, revealing a hint of creamy skin with a sprinkle of freckles and the slightest glimpse of a pink bra. He worked hard to ensure his eyes and head didn't show his focus, imagining his head was fixed forward on a tether.

"Well, I'm a fan of casual," Camila replied,

"Glad you approve"

He chuckled then gestured Camila to follow him into the hallway. His cheeks already feeling warm upon her flirting.

"This is gonna be fun."

Camilla mused to herself as she caught his cheeks already turning a pale shade of pink. She walks a couple steps behind him as he led her down the hall and back into his office.

Ahead of her, Nolan quickly looked at his phone and peeked at the notification he received, a quick smirk realizing that he received two messages from SillynSlutty.

"Other clients blowing you up?" She tried to peek at his phone but failed to catch anything.

"Nah, a thing from delivery notice from Amazon, nothing important,"

He felt a quick jolt of concern, hoping she didn't see the message as he stuffed his phone in his pocket as he opened the door to his office.

He gestured for her to get seated, closing the door behind them.

Camila gently sat down, the leather welcoming her hips as she sat, her heart beating wildly imagining her cat and mouse game with Nolan and the raunchy messages she wanted to have with VeiledVoyeur after, unaware that two were sitting right in front of her.

"So, how have you been since our last session?"

Making eye contact and as he got settled into his chair across from her.

"Well, work wise it's been really slow."

She let out a sigh as the words left her mouth, initially looking at Nolan's file cabinet before her gaze fell went back to the therapist, meeting his eyes.

"How about you doc? You had a good week so far?"

He opened his lips to reply, but she quickly added.

"Sorry, didn't mean to call you doc again."

Her words followed by a quick chuckle, her eyes crinkling at the corners with her smirk.

"God. she's adorable. This is going to be just like last time."

Nolan tried his best to maintain a stoic face as his thoughts fixated on her facial expressions, ensuring he kept an even gaze at her face, as much as he wanted to take another peek at her cleavage.

"You're fine, you can technically call me that if you want but I just want to make clear that I'm no doctor. "

He followed his words with a giggle to mimic her.

Camila found herself adoring his gaze, taking in how hard he was keeping eye contact or keeping his view above eye level. Last session, she took note of how much he drifted his view. Now just hearing her chuckle

"Yes sir!"

Her chipper tone and the way she perked up as she said that made Nolan pause for a visible amount of time. His mind immediately went back to the messages he shared with his new friend from the forums, the same one that started messaging him again right as the session started.

She squinted her eyes slightly, trying to read the therapist shuffling in his seat slightly after her comment. After light chuckle and dry swallow, he finally responded.

"So, how have you been with that journal we discussed?"

He was hoping to keep the session productive, lest it fixate on the erotic fantasies that continued swirling in his mind.

"Oh yeah! I was able to make some, entries but I did get a bit, distracted after the first few."

Nolan immediately felt a slight pinch from his right temple, causing his eye to flinch. He took some deep breaths, breathing out quietly and slowly to avoid drawing more attention, anticipating the flurry of intimate details or double entendre. Meanwhile, Camila felt her cheeks grow warm at her implication, her own thoughts racing on what she would say next, fueled by his reaction, seeing his nostrils flare and his eye twitch. She felt her tongue retract and stay between her teeth behind her closed lips as she reveled in the tension between both of them.

"It's only the first week, no need to beat yourself up about it."

Right as the words escaped his mouth his mind conjured images of her spanking herself, beckoning for him to command her and tell her how she could please him. He slowly closed his eyes and took another deep breath, kicking himself for his own error.

"Anyways, would you like to share some of your first, um, conclusions?"

"Sure thing, my first couple were more or less just a snippet of thoughts that came to mind while I was at work that really, stuck and led me to have to relieve myself... once I got home, usually."

Her eyes wandered as she spoke, only meeting his after the end of her sentence, a wry smile painted across her face as she did.

"Usually?"

"Like, 3 out of 4 I guess. So was able to control myself for the most part."

Camila straitened her sweater, pulling it down at the ends. Pretending to do so out of comfort when she was actually trying to show more cleavage. He saw right through the act and maintained eye contact but could feel the pull to try and catch a glimpse between blinking.

"Well, that's better still. You're making progress and sounds like you keep it down for the most part."

He steadied his gaze and crossed his legs at the knees, leaning back in his chair steadying himself.

"For this outlier, is there any reason you think it caused you to... have less.. control?"

He asked, his eyes never leaving her face.

"Well," her voice taking on a playful tone.

"The one time I didn't make it home. I was at Lowes looking for some new rugs. On my way to the aisle, I saw all these ropes and suddenly had this wild imagination of being home and tying myself up... and then just riding a dildo."

Her voice trailed off, her teeth l gently pressing against her tongue as she felt a wave of heat spread from her head to her toes, curling as she waited for his reaction.

He sat unmoving, but she noted his eyes and tense legs and shoulders. Normally his shoulders were slumped and his gaze would periodically drift away, but now they were fixed on her eyes.

Nolan offered a simple nod as he flashed his eyebrows. She took the signal as a challenge.

"After that, I wrote the trigger on my phone to note for the journal when I got back home. Picked out a rug, made it back to my car and then I fingered myself in my driver seat imaging it all over again."

Now with a confident grin, she shrugged.

"Well I'm glad you remembered to make note of it before... doing something about it. Were your other triggers similar?

The words flew out of his mouth with careful ease, his exterior presenting a stoic, and unmoving pose. Thankfully his crossed legs gave enough of a block to keep her from seeing his hard cock that stiffened the moment she started recounting her story, twitching at the specific details of her debauchery.

"What the fuck, did he start doing mediations or something? Did I piss him off?"

Her thoughts grumbled, frustrated that her session wasn't panning out like the fun cat-mouse game of teasing she previously had. She kept her eyes on his, occasionally trying to peek around him in her peripheral, but his lack of motion was starting to get to her, pushing her to consider the likelihood of being much more forward.

"Sort of? Typically they were triggered by fantasies while I'm bored, but that one was the only one that triggered while I was out and about."

She finally replied, but felt her hands starting to fidget with the seams of the leather chair, aggressively scratching them as she tried to maintain her calm demeanor while talking. He saw her frustration and fought hard to avoid grinning, showing his amusement at the change in dynamic.

Wanting to return the favor slightly he decided to play with her, he broke his gaze, looked down as he reached for a folder in his bag beside his chair.

"Well, it sounds like you've been a good girl regardless."

He utters the words, accidentally letting a slight smile out as he spoke as he leans back up in his chair and looks back up at her with a closed folder in hand.

Camila immediately felt her face get hot and red, her clit twitched with excitement, the same feeling she had when she was following orders from VeiledVoyeur. Her fingers immediately paused their onslaught on the seams and went to grip her thighs as she tried to compose herself.

"This smiling motherfucker! No wonder he's been so uptight! Fuck!"

Her thoughts were fuming, more at herself and her lack of control at her response the unexpected affirmation from him, she felt her face only getting warmer as they both sat in silence, her anger going to feelings of shame and humiliation at how she must look, but that only fueled her arousal.

"Thanks." She barely eeeked out.

Nolan's smile gently interrupted by a gentle bite of his own lip, he wanted to pounce on top of her seeing her face turn beet red, her fingers immediately jumping to grasp her thighs, only made better by the meek reply. Despite this, he took a deep breath and considered his next steps. He wanted to draw this out longer and wanted to avoid jumping too far ahead, assuming she would play along.

Meanwhile across from him, she sat rubbing her thighs ever so slightly. She knew that he was toying with her and loved every minute of it. She enjoyed teasing him but actually feeling his reciprocated flirting was something else and almost brought her over the edge. Seeing him bite his lip as she finally spoke up only made her much wetter, if he commanded her to finger herself, she wouldn't even hesitate.

"With that in mind, I have some resources that can potentially help with your, boredom."

Keeping his gaze, he opened the folder and hander her a sheet of paper, his eyes lowering to her cleavage only for a split second.

"These are some strategies to help fight the boredom issue, find what works for you, and most importantly, help you stay aligned"

Camila took the paper, her face finally going back to a shade of her usual skin tone as she breathed slowly, her eyes immediately going to the top of the sheet, her eyebrows furrowing slightly as she read the title.

-Self-care techniques for combating hypersexual tendencies-

1. Mindfulness and meditation

2. Breathing exercises

3. Reading and other hobbies

Her eyes continued gleaming the examples listed, she found them boring but fixated on the third bullet point.

"I guess if this paper tells me to get into some new hobbies, might as well indulge it." she chuckled to herself.

"Well I appreciate the-"

Before she finished her sentence, the paper slipped from her hand, drifting down and landing between them.

She quickly reached for it, as did Nolan, both of their hands meeting in the middle as they both touched the paper on the floor. Their fingers brushed each other immediately sending a paralyzing zap causing both to look up at each other as they leaned forward.

Both paused, their eyes locking faces only inches apart. Time froze, suddenly the world around them was a blur.

Camila's heart pounded wildly in her chest, her breath caught in her throat as she stared into his caramel brown eyes framed perfectly behind his golden-brown fringe that hung down as he leaned, his face was soft but his arms were so rigid, her thoughts drifting to speculation on whether or not other parts of him were hard. The thought of his arms wrapped around her as his hard cock penetrated her came to mind, causing a faint moan to escape her lips.

Nolan felt his heart hammering, the beat becoming louder as it thumped throughout his body and to his ears, his eyes looking into the overcast gray of her eyes before catching a glimpse of the gradient of soft pale skin on her face that was gradually turning a shade of pink, spreading slowly from her ample chest. His cock throbbing wildly as he imagined all the things she had used her fingers for. For a second, his eyes fixated on a faint, red outline right above her cleavage. He mused, was it a hickey? It kinds of looks like writing? Soon his thoughts were led astray catching the outline of her bra in her shirt.

Both lingered a while too long, after one last synchronized exhale Nolan gently cleared his throat causing her to shake her head and finally retrieve the paper, both leaning back.

"Sorr-"

"Don't worry about it, I get butterfingers too sometimes." He cut her off, his face flushed as he tried to dismiss their contact.

"Ok. Do you get snickers too?"

She replied with a soft giggle.

"Sometimes, but I try to avoid laughing at more serious topics."

"How about Twix?"

"Ohhhh, you, you're being funny now."

Both shared a good laugh, breaking the tension as Camila covered her mouth as she laughed while Nolan shook his head.

"Well, I guess that's my cue to wrap up for today. We made good progress, and I think I have given you enough homework."

He smiled, and she nodded.

"Thanks, I'll let you know which ones I end up doing."

Both share another quiet smile before Nolan gets up and gestures towards the door. Soon both are walking back down the hall towards the lobby.

As they reached the door, Nolan stopped and opened the door.

"Once again, I've appreciated our little.. session today."

He said warmly as he turned to face her while holding the door. She smiled back, but her blush made her feelings clear.

Stepping out into the empty lobby, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment that their session was already over. As she made her way to the exit, she quickly turned to him.

"So, I'm not sure I'll understand all these techniques right away. Do you think I could, maybe, call you if I have any questions about my 'homework'?"

The words leaving her mouth with a cheesy smirk, her heart skipping a beat as she spoke.

"I'm sorry, but I can't give out my personal number to clients."

He replied with a polite smile and his hands clasped.

Camila let out a playful sigh, but she did feel an instant damper, causing her shoulders to slump.

"Fine. How about this then, can I at least call the office and ask for you?"

He chuckled, appreciating her adorable persistence.

"Once again, I can't give out my personal number to clients. BUT if you find it... well, then that's a different story."

His words accompanied by a wink as he pointed at his full name on the lobby directory.

"Have a good evening Camila. Talk to you soon."

He disappeared down the hallway, leaving her grinning as she immediately scoured the directory, ready to play internet sleuth for the next couple hours.