Transcript of 30th Session between Charles Balis, M.D. and Ms. Anna Green, Thursday, February 6, 1997 at 4:00 pm.

Dr. Balis: Hello Anna. Please sit down. How was your weekend?
Ms. Green: Just like that? Without even asking how I am feeling or anything?
Dr. Balis: How are feeling Anna?
Ms. Green: I would rather talk about my weekend.
Dr. Balis: I thought you would. So how was it? How was Martin?
Ms. Green: It was interesting. Very interesting.
Dr. Balis: Uh huh.
Ms. Green: Martin got in really late Friday night--his plane was late. He was very tired but also extremely glad to see me. We took the airporter back to my place and...actually nothing much happened that night. Martin was just too out of it. He'd been burning the midnight oil so that he could come out and spend the weekend with me.
Dr. Balis: So you just got him in bed and let him sleep it off?
Ms. Green: Not exactly. Martin got me in bed. He got me undressed and helped me with my night shirt. Then he even washed my feet. But Doctor, please understand that it wasn't my idea. I was going to make him tea and get him comfortable. But somehow the whole thing happened the other way around. He told me that he was here to take care of me and serve my every wish and command. He was extremely sweet.
Dr. Balis: I see.
Ms. Green: The beginning of the next day was very similar. Martin got up a lot earlier than I--he was on Michigan time. He went out and got some fresh croissants for breakfast. He made coffee and served it to me in bed. He even got a single red rose and put it in a little vase on the side of the breakfast tray. It was very charming. No other man ever cared enough about me to try this hard.
Dr. Balis: Did he have breakfast with you?
Ms. Green: No, not really. He said that he already had his coffee while I was sleeping and now he just wanted to attend to my every need. Personally I would have preferred having breakfast in bed together.
Dr. Balis: You didn't care for his attentions?
Ms. Green: No. it's not that. It was just a little too much. He made me the absolute center of attention and, as nice as it is to be on the pedestal, it's just a bit lonely up there.
Dr. Balis: Did you confront Martin on his unwillingness to have sex with you?
Ms. Green: Well I didn't just want to blurt it out. I kept telling him stories of people I knew who had problems that they found very difficult to share even with their closest friends. I also tried talking about AIDS with him.
Dr. Balis: And?
Ms. Green: He stopped me right away and assured me several times that he didn't have AIDS. He even told me that he gets tested on a regular basis because he is so paranoid about it. When I asked him if there was a reason that he was so worried about it, Martin said that, in fact, there is virtually no chance of that since it's been about a year since the last time he did it. And it wasn't too frequent before that. At least that told me that he is physically capable of having sex. I mean he was as of a year ago.
Dr. Balis: So you still don't have first-hand knowledge?
Ms. Green: I do. But I haven't gotten to that yet. Doctor Balis, you just have to learn to be patient.
Dr. Balis: Hmm.
Ms. Green: So, to continue with my Saturday morning, after breakfast Martin washed all the dishes and even cleaned up the kitchen a little bit. Then I told him that I was going to take a quick shower and maybe we could go for a little walk--it was a very nice day as you remember. But Martin told me that he would like to help me wash up. Well I wasn't going to pass up that kind of opportunity, Doctor. I really felt sexually ravenous since he left me high and dry last time and I naturally thought this was my chance.
Dr. Balis: Naturally.
Ms. Green: Martin insisted on a bath. He took my clothes off and then took off his shirt. He drew the bath and added some bath oil. Then he helped me in. He told me to close my eyes and relax and that he was going to take care of the rest. I heard him put on some soft jazz. Soon I felt his hands rubbing my legs with a wash cloth. I swear Doctor, that man has a foot thing.
Dr. Balis: Do you mind?
Ms. Green: It's a bit weird but I can learn to like it.
Dr. Balis: Did Martin asked you to model those shoes for him?
Ms. Green: The "come fuck me" shoes?
Dr. Balis: The ones he sent you as a get well present.
Ms. Green: Sure. He thought that I looked really hot in them.
Dr. Balis: Did you think so?
Ms. Green: As long as I was sitting down. If I tried to walk in them, it was more like the Three Stooges on a unicycle--not a pretty picture but with a possibility for an Oscar in the slapstick comedy category.
Dr. Balis: Did Martin want you to walk in them?
Ms. Green: Not at all. He told me that these were a fashion accessory, not a running shoe.
Dr. Balis: Did Martin just want to see you in them or...
Ms. Green: I think it would be safe to say that it was more than just a visual thing.
Dr. Balis: Oh.
Ms. Green: After the bath--and I have to tell you Doctor, that man could give lessons--he gave me another present.
Dr. Balis: Something that went along with the shoes?
Ms. Green: A black leather something with chains and large metal buckles. I don't know how he managed to buy one of these things. I was always too embarrassed to even walk into one of these stores that carry that kind of thing. I think I told you that my vibrator was a present from a friend. But Martin managed to pick something out that actually fit me. And that thing is so strange...not strange but with a very complicated cut. It took both of us to get me into it. But I have to say that, with the shoes and the leather thing, I looked like one of those science fiction Road Warrior Mad Max motorcycle mistresses or something.
Dr. Balis: Did you like the way you looked?
Ms. Green: It sort of felt like playing dress up or doing theater. When I put the spiked shoes and the leather top, I felt different.
Dr. Balis: Can you describe in what way?
Ms. Green: It was in a lot of different ways. I felt incredibly sexy and the piece of chain that went up and down my just felt really good as I moved. I also felt--this is going to sound silly--sort of powerful. It was as if I put on a different person as I put on this outfit. And Martin was helping me to get into this role as well.
Dr. Balis: How?
Ms. Green: He was at my feet licking my shoes and legs. God I know it sounds really perverted, Doctor. But it wasn't like that. I mean it was. I wouldn't tell my parents about it. But it wasn't like this sick, dirty thing. It was all about fun and acting out fantasies.
Dr. Balis: Do you ever have fantasies like that?
Ms. Green: Not exactly like that. Sometimes I fantasize about being in complete control. Sort of directing the whole show. I tell or even command the guy what to do next and what to touch. This was a little like that except in some very fundamental way Martin was actually controlling me.
Dr. Balis: Why do you think that?
Ms. Green: Because it was his fantasy. He was doing everything I asked, following my every whim, but the whole show was his even though I had the lead part. But it was still very exciting. I finally got to see him naked. I was right--he has a very impressive tool to work with.
Dr. Balis: Did you actually have intercourse?
Ms. Green: No. But he brought me to orgasm over and over again. And I also watched him come as he was going down on me and I didn't even touch him. He reached an orgasm by just playing with me. I don't know why that struck me as being so extremely sexy, but it did. I had proof of just how much he enjoyed doing what he was doing.
Dr. Balis: So you enjoyed the dress up and the mistress and slave act?
Ms. Green: I've never done it before. It was very different and very exciting. We played the whole weekend until it was time for him to leave. We never left the apartment to go out for our little walk.
Dr. Balis: Did you ever switch your roles?
Ms. Green: No. Maybe next time. I would like that. I would like to do to him what he did to me. I would love to give him as much pleasure. But somehow we just ran out of time this visit.
Dr. Balis: Is he coming back soon?
Ms. Green: I hope. He needs to figure out when he can get away again.
Dr. Balis: What if he doesn't like playing this game with the roles in reverse?
Ms. Green: You mean what if he doesn't like being the master?
Dr. Balis: Yes.
Ms. Green: Well, I did as he wanted me to do. I played in his fantasy world. He'll just have to learn to play in mine.
Dr. Balis: Okay. I think that's all the time we have for today.
Ms. Green: Time sure flies when you are talking about sex.
Dr. Balis: Same time next week?
Ms. Green: Absolutely. I'll see you then Doctor. Have a good weekend.
Dr. Balis: Goodbye Anna.
Ms. Green: Goodbye.
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