Bobbie eventually accepted that she was powerless to control her urges and decided the advice of her psychiatrist was the right thing to do. Dr. Boss, her therapist, had written a prescription for the clinic he operated upstate. After the behavior she confessed to him during last week’s visit they agreed the time had come for her to commit herself to his program. She saw her primary care doctor who said he didn’t know of The Institute for Female Compulsion but it would qualify for her plan’s benefit and the papers were prepared.

It was a big decision for her to decide to take a leave of absence and check in. She had a bus ticket for next Tuesday but on Friday doubt had set in. Partly because of her indecision she had the wildest weekend of her life. She never made it home until she was dumped into a taxi at sunrise on Monday. Fumbling for her keys with god knows what seeping out of ass and pussy she realized that that it was time to get away from all of this. Showering she had to scrub to get the dried crust and mud off of her body. Her knees were especially bruised and her ass felt like her guts could fall out into the bath. She swore that tomorrow she would go to the bus station and never allow men to take advantage of her weakness. She passed out in her bed slept until well after sunset.

At 11 pm Bobbie’s mind had cleared to the point that she now was afraid to go back to bed and miss the early bus the next morning. Lying in bed she reached into her panties and began to rub her self, it gave her serenity to slide her fingers past her abused nub and into her vagina. She reached deeper into herself and was beginning to feel aroused when she was shocked with what was up in her pussy. Pulling at one end of whatever she discovered the fishnet stockings she had gone out in were now coming out of her cunt! As she pulled more it became hard to get it all out and then with a pop there was puddle of slime and two golf balls that were in the toe. This is disgusting she said out loud and cupping a towel in her crotch to run into the bath and wash more of the slop from her body. Using the hose and nozzle she carefully adjusted the pressure and temperature and washed herself out again and again. She slid the fountain of water back to her anus and filled herself there as well. What started draining out of her was not pleasant. There was so much lube and what the fuck else she could barely stand in the greasy tub. After she dried she scrubbed the tub to find brownish oil had covered everything. She wondered if this memory would ever go away.

Back to her bedroom to get fresh sheets she lifted her treasure box out of the closet to get the sheets out. Feeling like she needed to be comforted she opened the box and revealed her collection of dildos and various sex toys. She started the speculum with her ass high up, feeling her rectum fill with air and expel with every breath. It was in this position she slid a plug in to replace the spreader and rolled onto her back. Her tummy was swollen with all the air trapped in her intestines and as she rubbed her belly she could feel the air pockets move about. She reached for her glass dildo and gave her self a serious fucking that ended in a violent orgasm. Bobbie woke to the phone ringing; it was Dr. Boss’s office calling to confirm she was going to arrive at the clinic on the bus this afternoon. “Oh, no, did I oversleep?” she asked and was informed she had 45 minutes to get to the bus station. She dressed in a panic and ran to the subway to try to catch make the bus. Sitting on the train she suddenly felt the butt plug, still inside her ass! “Oh, isn’t this perfect. I’ll have to pull it out while in the bus lavatory.” She thought to herself. “Well I’m sure there have been worse body functions in there.

Sitting alone in the back of the bus two men came back to keep her company for the 8 hour trip. They had beers and one thing soon led to another. She sucked and fucked her new friends and even had a beer bottle in her cunt before the trip was over. Gathering herself up at her stop the men were getting off the bus as well. She asked what they were doing in such a remote place and they said they were going to be working at The Institute for Female Compulsion for the next month or so. There was a car waiting and they all got in the back seat. The driver turned to ask how the trip had been and on of the men said, “Let me show you”, and shoved my face down on his crotch while pulling his pants off. I had no idea where we were going while I sucked off my new friends. “Some things never change”, I thought to my self as the car turned into the gates of the institute where I was going to be treated.