I'm back with the first part of a three-parts story about a therapist and her bondage-obsessed patient. Hope you enjoy it!

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Dr. Mara Anderssen was waiting for her last patient. It had been a tough day, so she hoped not to spend too much time with her.

Her name was Alyssa Rowling, and that one would be their first appointment. According to her file, she suffered from some kind of obsession, something like a sexual perversion that, according to her, was affecting her daily life.

She didn't get too much into details, but she insisted in having an appointment as soon as possible, so she had to juggle to fit her visits in her agenda.

Anderssen was a young therapist, she had just finished her degree but already had a huge contact-list. She was in her mid thirties, was blonde and blue-eyed.

She told her secretary to let the patient in. When she did, Mara analyzed her inmediately. Alyssa was younger than her, two years according to her file. She was brown-haired and eyed, and also pretty tanned. She had some exotic beauty that Mara was sure was the delight of men around her.

  - Hello, Dr. Anderssen, thanks for having me this late.

She seemed in a rush, pretty nervous.

  - Please, call me Mara, Alyssa. May I call you Alyssa?

  - Of course, dr..... Mara - she replied, giggling.

  - What can I do for you, Alyssa? - Mara asked sincerely.

She was shaking, her hands trembling nervously, so Mara hold them with her owns.

  - Don't worry. I'm not here to judge, just to help.

  - Okay, I'll go straight to the point. I'm into bondage.

Mara didn't expect that sudden honesty, but didn't stop holding her hands.

  - Well, there's nothing to be ashamed of - she tried to calm her down.

She obviously had heard of bondage. She had studied it in college. It consisted, simply talking, in the art of rope working around a human body. But mara had learned that there were much more, something much deeper.

There were always two parts in every bondage relationship, a domme and a sub. The sub was the one who felt excited being under the domme's control. She (or he) loved to feel powerless, helpless and totally under other person's desires.

The domme, on the other hand, liked to feel in charge, to be the one taking thr decisions and have other person obeying all her rules.

She even made a final job dedicated to the art of bondage and shibari, with which she got a very good mark.

Now she was wondering which part of the bondage duo was the one Alyssa liked the most.

  - Bondage is nothing to be ashamed of - Mara repeated - it's just a sexual liking like any other. As long as you practice it safe and consensually, I don't see any problem.

  - This is not just about bondage, doctor. I mean... Mara. It's about obsession. I've become totally obsessed with bondage. I can't even distinguish what is real from what it's only in my thoughts. My workmates have started to suspect. I can't help but picture myself covered by ropes or tape, totally bound and gagged. And the worst part is that.... I love it. I've tried it several times and I love the feeling. I can't stop it. And I always want more and more and more... I don't want to be released when I'm in ropes and, as you can guess, that's a problem. I don't even feel hungry or thirsty when I'm tied up. I've even slept loke that, but it's never enough.

  - And why do you think this happens? Why do you think you can never have enough?

  - I don't know, Mara. Please help me. Please, I need you.

  - What I think is that you don't feel complete because you know you'll ever get out. Because you don't get to the point of helplessness that you seek for. Does this make any sense to you?

  - I... guess... but what are you proposing?

Doctor Anderssen checked the notes she had been taking. Then she looked up again and stared at her patient.

  - I'm thinking of a shock therapy.