To the psychologist

He had arrived the day before to spend a trial period as a fixed submissive. They were big words and he was very nervous, but due to exhaustion, he had slept very well. He was in shape.

As soon as the alarm sounded, he got up, put on the clothes they had assigned to him, and went to the kitchen. He still didn't know where things were to prepare breakfast, and he was thinking about that when he realized there was service. In addition to him, that is.

He didn't know if it was because of the service or because it was early or who knew, but he didn't have breakfast on the floor like it often is in porn images. However, he did eat at another table. And as he finished, the butler gave him a coat and told him to wait by the car.

He did so. When the gentleman arrived, he made an unequivocal gesture that he would drive. He opened the door for him and then got in himself. The navigator already had an address set. Luckily! Because he had no idea about the city. And luckily the navigator was in English, because he didn't know a word of Polish either.

The place they were going to had parking. He parked, opened the door, and waited for instructions. He followed the gentleman to the elevator, and once inside, he got on his knees. The gentleman told him that there was no need to be so quick, that there would be time later.

They went up to the third floor, and the elevator led directly to a reception area. A secretary, he assumed, said they could pass through. There was a man sitting in an armchair and a sofa for them. He went to sit on it, and that's when he received a touch of attention: sitting on the floor. In front of the stranger, he thought maybe not, but yes. Anyway, he felt so comfortable that it didn't matter who was in front of him.

They talked for about 10 minutes without him understanding anything. The man approached him, grabbed his chin to lift his face, and gave him a light slap as a greeting. After that, he said in English to the gentleman: "You relax, I'll take care of it."

He told him to say goodbye to the gentleman, which he did by kissing his shoes, and to lie down on his back with his head towards the armchair. The man took off his shoes, put his feet on his face, and introduced himself. He was his psychologist. He also explained that there was no professional patient confidentiality because the order wasn't his, and everything would be documented for the person in charge.

Finally, he smiled and murmured, "I'm going to have a great time with you." Until they give you a name, I'm going to call you Pavlov, still a human name, but it will remind you that conditioning is part of the therapy. He nodded with his head, and the psychologist corrected him: "You won't nod or deny with your head unless you're asked a question, explicit or implicit. 'Do you understand?'" and he nodded with his head. "Good, good. Now take that glass."

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