by Carrie
Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 126
The doctor asked, “I’m not sure I understand” I said, “You wouldn’t.” He said, “I’m your doctor. To not reveal information is to prevent the treatment of what you’re suffering. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. We are all human.”
I felt it was because we were all human that there was something to be embarrassed about. He pressed on, “What does this Thisley do?” I said, “He does things to me.” “What things?” I said, “Things that have to be done to me.” “Such as…?”
I turned to him. My eyes were glazed and I was feeling loose and tingly. I was thinking of the last time I had been fucked. “What does he do, this Thisley?” I said, “Whatever he wants.” The doctor mulled over that while I shut my eyes and thought about fucking. I think about it a lot.
He said, “I’m not to sure what you mean?” I said, “He does things to me. That’s all I’m going to say.” I slipped my hand in my panty, but then pulled it out. “What was that all about?” I said, “Just an impulse. Unconscious at that.” He asked, “You want to masturbate?” I looked at him, “What if I did?”
“You don’t do that in front of him?” It was my turn, “What do you mean?” He said, “You’re at home now. What you did was a natural reflex to satisfy an urge, but he, Thisley, is in your room now.”
I said, “I continue satisfying myself if he’s in the room.” The doctor was taken aback. I said, “Let me explain. At first when Thisley came into my bedroom I’d stop and pretend that I wasn’t doing what I was doing, you know, I’d yell at him and tell him to leave. But that was mean and improper and he was hurt. I felt awful. Though he’s my servant , dignity is very important. So, one day when Thisley came in and I was very busy with myself he solved our little problem with his typical professionalism. He said in his mannered way, ‘Don’t mind us, madam.” I understood exactly what he meant. His ability to separate service from himself was exemplary. He went about his business in my room. I went about mine.”
Still needing further explanation, the doctor asked, “You do that while he’s in you room?” I said, “Not because he’s in my room, but because he needs to be in my room. It is we, not he and I. If you can’t understand that them I’m sorry. We manage fine and I don’t have sex with him, so don’t ask.”
The doctor said, “I find it hard to imagine you pleasuring yourself let alone coming with him there.” Imagination is not a gift everyone has.
