To Be Dominated is Her Cure (Raivh and Sophie S.)

[Raivh]

“Mr. Bayard, your next appointment will be here in fifteen minutes. Are you sure you don’t want me to call her and cancel?” She watched the man bent over in his chair. His elbows were on his desk, his hands covering a clean-shaven face. When he looked up at her, she could see the dark circles under his brown eyes.

He shook his head. “No, you know I won’t cancel, Melissa, so don’t bother asking.” She knew he wouldn’t agree. The man never missed a day of work, not even when he most needed to rest, and today was one of those days. It was difficult to think that Simon Bayard ever had an off day to most people. He always seemed so kind, warm; exactly the sort of man Melissa had wanted to marry since she was a little girl. But lately, he’d been distant and snappish, harsh.

“Alright, Mr. Bayard, I’m sorry.” Hesitantly, she stepped forward, out of the doorway, and crossed over to place a steaming black mug of fresh coffee on his desk and remove the one he’d finished. “I’ll send her in when she arrives.” She scanned the side of his profile as he turned from her, grunting, to look out the window. Such a handsome man he was, with a strong back and shoulders. Sighing, she turned away after admiring the definition of his biceps she could see tucked away in the sleeves of the white button down he wore, the tie around his neck loose. Her footsteps were muffled as she walked toward the door, pulling it shut quietly behind her and leaving him to his thoughts.

 

[Sophie S.]

Sophie has been in therapy before, she was familiar with the comfortable chairs from IKEA,the table between them, the shelves and the books and other seemingly personal stuff on them, all of these things attempting to make 'opening up' easier for the patient. A cynical smile appeared on her lips as she thought about it. A worrying friend recommended Mr. Bayard a long while ago, and when things kept getting worse she decided to make an appointment although she never had a male therapist before and the whole thing seemed to be a waste of time since he couldn't even prescribe something that makes it all go away at least for an hour or two.

She walked up to the counter,told her name nonchalantly to the woman standing there and unbuttoned her long white coat, it was too big on her lithe body even though she bought it just a few weeks ago. Everyone kept telling her how much weight she has lost, none of her clothes seemed to fit her anymore.
She was wearing a simple black dress beneath the coat, that emphasized how skinny she has become. Her face was pale and in the artificial lights of the room the dark circles under her eyes were even more visible; despite these things it was still obvious how beautiful she really was. Her long black hair was in a loose bun which made her look like a college student though she was 24 years old and working as a beginner journalist.

When the door of his office opened her whole body became tense and seriously thought about running away but then she took a few steps forward, her hands played nervously with the sleeve of her coat.