"Yes, sir," I breathed. I may have gotten off not long before, but the tension he'd built wasn't fully released from the single, tiny orgasm he'd given me.

"Bend over the bed." He released me with a soft kiss to the forehead.

I moved to do as he asked and listened as he moved around the bed to stand behind me. I jumped when his fingers gently touched the welts on my ass.

"Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. You'll have me on your mind for a few days still." The smile was clear in his voice as his fingers continued to trail over my ass.

For it being the first time I was nude in front of him, I was incredibly comfortable. Perhaps it was the fact that he didn't give me time to think about it, to get nervous about it. He'd taken control of me from the moment I'd walked in and that was the exact reason I'd texted him. I knew that he would have no problem helping me focus on the present instead of the past.

"Thank you for sharing your secret with me. I know it wasn't easy." His minty breath flitted over my cheek before he dropped a chaste kiss upon my lips. His weight disappeared, his scent faded and the click of a door shutting let me know that he had gone.

Standing, I removed the blindfold before gathering my clothes and putting them back on. The blindfold was left on the end of the bed and I let myself out. Just as on my way in, there wasn't anyone around. My purse was exactly where I'd left it.

Once I returned home, I collapsed into bed nude as I usually did after an encounter with Master J. My brain and body were too exhausted and relaxed to focus on any of the normal issues that kept me up.

The next morning, I dressed as usual for work even though my palms were sweaty and my entire body shook. I kept repeating to myself that it was just another day, nothing special. Nothing to fear. It was possible the man hadn't told anyone. And I needed to focus on that.

Thankfully, I made it all the way until shortly before John usually showed up without having the roof come crashing down on my world. Not wanting to see John, I packed up my belongings and headed out early. I was too embarrassed to see him again so soon.

But as I was walking out the front door of the hotel, I nearly ran right into him. His strong arms wrapped around my shoulders to stop me from falling or colliding with him. That incredibly sexy smile was only inches away from my own. I nearly melted into a puddle right then and there; instead my face flamed red and I jerked back from him. Murmuring excuses, I quickly rushed toward my car without looking back once.

Locking out the world, I hid in my house and pulled out my laptop. After a few relaxing breaths, I logged into the online counselor site. Nearly bailing when I recognized the name of the counselor who was on, I forced myself not to. It was the one I’d spoken with the last time.

Counselor21: How are you this evening?

BadKitty2: Not so good. Hence why I’m here.

Counselor21: So, running from the issues didn’t help make them any better since the last time we talked?

BadKitty2: No way you remember me.

Counselor21: You are right. I take notes of every patient I talk to. Although admittedly I knew you’d be back so I kept yours near the top.

BadKitty2: Fine. You were right.

Counselor21: So, what brought you back? Did you get caught?

BadKitty2: Yes. Well, sort of.

Counselor21: Care to expand on that?

BadKitty2: No, but I will. The man that I’ve been fascinated with over the last six months or so... You know, the one I masturbated to… he caught me. I am afraid he is going to tell my boss and I will lose my job.

Counselor21: You say masturbated in the past tense. Getting caught has made you decide not to do it any more?

BadKitty2: Well, that’s another thing I wanted to talk to you about. See, I met this man. His name is J. He is… helping me learn to control my impulses in a different way than I’ve ever tried before.

Counselor21: and this way is?

BadKitty2: A bit of Dominance and submission type stuff. I’ve never heard of something like that as a treatment for addiction.

Counselor21: Well, that’s probably because it can easily become a new addiction or a shift in the addiction you are currently dealing with. Getting sex there instead of other ways.

Counselor21: It can also be a very dangerous environment if you aren’t with someone who knows what they are doing. You can get injured or worse.

Counselor21: However, that being said, it can be an excellent way to learn to conquer your addiction. If it helps you learn how to channel the addictive feelings and not react, not respond to them, that’s all that matters. Sometimes a unique route is the best way. Everyone is different and things don’t always work the same for everyone.

BadKitty2: J knows what he’s doing. He wouldn’t hurt me. Hasn’t even come close to it. In fact, he has vowed to not even have sex with me.

Counselor21: That is something that’ll have to be for you to judge since I’m not there with you. Remember sex is healthy, it is okay to engage in. It’s the impulsive need for it, doing things you don’t want to do… There is a difference between them.

BadKitty2: I know, doc. Thanks for the chat.

And with that, I logged out of the program and closed my computer. It made me feel better to know that it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing going to Master J. I didn’t tell the counselor that I wasn’t going to masturbate again. I didn’t want to see what Master had up his sleeve if he found out I’d done it again. The orgasm deprivation had been horrible enough. I didn’t want to go through that again, let alone something worse.

Feeling a bit better about everything, I cleaned my house while thinking about what I would wear for my next meeting with Master. When I wasn’t thinking about the dreadful run-in with John and the embarrassment that had come from it, I was thinking about what it'd felt like to have Master's cock in my mouth, his hands on my body. Thinking about Master only made my body ache and the craving for release to flare up. Instead of giving in, I scrubbed harder and focused on cleaning each room thoroughly.

Once the house was clean, which didn’t take all that long since I took time each week to scrub everything down, I went for a walk around the block. Anything to avoid being alone with my thoughts. Finally, I wore myself out enough that I knew I’d fall right to sleep, but I'd made it through the entire day without once giving in.

Upon waking, my body and mind felt rested and ready for the day. Feeling good, I dressed to impress with my flattering black skirt that made my legs and ass look great with a purple top that always made my boobs look awesome. A pair of four-inch black stilettos finished off the look. My hair flowed over my shoulders and the light layer of make-up made me feel like I was on top of the world. It would be a good day. It was Saturday, after all.

There was a big wedding taking place at the hotel and I'd been pulled in to help make sure everything ran smoothly. From the moment I dropped my purse in my office, I had someone needing one thing or another from me. Catering staff and decorators were tripping all over each other and grumbling. It was only ten in the morning, but it was clearly going to be a long day if it kept going the way it was.

Holding my shoulders back, head high, I was determined not to let anything ruin the good mood I’d started my day with. Before long, the biggest of the hotel’s ballrooms was decorated and the caterers had their tables set up. The decorators headed outdoors where the actual ceremony was taking place, and the caterers disappeared to get the food prepped. My job was to make sure everyone knew where they were supposed to be. The other coordinator was helping with everyone outside; I handled all the inside staff, decoration and guests once they started to arrive.