by Carrie
Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 123
He asked, “Would I be wrong to say that you need to undress to relax?” “You mean take off my clothing?” He said, “Imagine you’re in your bedroom. It’s been a long day at work. What’s the first thing you do?”
“I have a fifteen room apartment.” He was impressed but not satisfied and asked me again. “What’s the first thing you do?” A long moment went by with him looking at me and me looking at him. “Well…mostly I’m in my bedroom.” “And do you wear your suit in your bedroom?” Another long delay, “No.”
“What do you wear in your bedroom?” I looked around his office. It was plain, boring, functional, not the least bit interesting, not like my bedroom. I said, “Not a suit.” He said, “Good.”
I smiled hoping he’d smile back and we could forget all about this and say that I was all better and could go, but he didn’t. He was ready to sit there for the whole session if he had to. He asked me again, “What do you do in your bedroom when you return from work?” “Well…” He nudged me on, “I didn’t hear.” I looked over his boring place, at all the boring stuff, “Maybe a t-shirt or…” I looked away. It was a basement office. I could see legs walk by grated window.
He said, “To get to the point where sleep is not something you fight you must give in to the psychic energies that prevent you from reaching that state.” I knew what he meant. And I knew how tired I had been of late. “Well, I sort of lounge about in a t-shirt and, well, panties.” I knew what I was supposed to do.
With a good amount of hesitation I, quietly as I could, pulled down the zipper of my skirt. I looked at him and he nodded that I was doing what was needed. My skirt opened. My lacy white panty-waist was exposed. He said, “Don’t look at me. You can’t look at me. If you look at me you won’t relax.” He was certainly right about that.
He said, “You mentioned you lounge about in your panties?” I looked down at my skirt. It was still on. So I turned on my back and slowly raised my bottom and reluctantly wiggled out of the garment.
I gently swung my good long legs over to the floor then stood up. My skirt dropped to the floor.
