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ashdurn
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- Joined
- Apr 15, 2010
- Location
- Pueblo Colorado
Amber almost regretted opening up sundays to her business. She already had so little free time. She had started to take a little more time during the week. But as she got a number of calls from young rich boys in need, each having gender identy issues. She knew that she had to help. It was her passion, and her curse. The Beautiful, busty blonde was good at what she did. Took it seriously. She was a dominatrix. But she had also gone through the ranks of Psychology school, She also had a degree in Psycophramacoligy, and had gone ahead and gotten her nurse practitioners licence wile she was at it. Amber Sif PsyD M.D. The reaction was very mixed at her methodology. Some calling her a whore, some calling her brilliant. She shrugged it all off. She was not here to be praised by her colluges, just here to help her patients.
To that end , she had opened up her own practice. A farm house out in the country side. Victorian in nature, the entire house designed around therapy and BDSM. The land around the house well taken care of, and she had a few employyes that kept the farm up. took care of her horse, her cows, and assorted other animals around the place. She would meet clients there, and take care of them. She also insisted on intensive sessions. Once a week, two hours. So she was limited to having 20 clients at a time.. spending about an hour on each, every week, reviewing there session.. what was said, what was done. And rotated going into detail with each clients file. She was also filthy rich. She charged 1000 dollars an hour, and got it. As well as getting presents from some of her more devoted patients. Sure, that part wasn't exactly professional.. but this was a .. differnt practice.
Now she was waiting the first of the Sissy boys who wanted to be doms . Meet him, and see if she would take him on as a client. His parents had signed the insurance papers, and his insurance pre approved the sessions. Must be fucking rich.. most peoples insurance only covered half, even if they were in the class that could afford to pay her cash. She was dressed in a black skirt, red tight top. Looking sharp, professional. Her blonde hair in a pony tail, whereing glasses on her green eyes. Sitting in her.. sitting room, awaiting a knock at the door.
To that end , she had opened up her own practice. A farm house out in the country side. Victorian in nature, the entire house designed around therapy and BDSM. The land around the house well taken care of, and she had a few employyes that kept the farm up. took care of her horse, her cows, and assorted other animals around the place. She would meet clients there, and take care of them. She also insisted on intensive sessions. Once a week, two hours. So she was limited to having 20 clients at a time.. spending about an hour on each, every week, reviewing there session.. what was said, what was done. And rotated going into detail with each clients file. She was also filthy rich. She charged 1000 dollars an hour, and got it. As well as getting presents from some of her more devoted patients. Sure, that part wasn't exactly professional.. but this was a .. differnt practice.
Now she was waiting the first of the Sissy boys who wanted to be doms . Meet him, and see if she would take him on as a client. His parents had signed the insurance papers, and his insurance pre approved the sessions. Must be fucking rich.. most peoples insurance only covered half, even if they were in the class that could afford to pay her cash. She was dressed in a black skirt, red tight top. Looking sharp, professional. Her blonde hair in a pony tail, whereing glasses on her green eyes. Sitting in her.. sitting room, awaiting a knock at the door.