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Angela stepped out of the shower and into the small, steam filled bathroom. She grabbed a towel from the hook on the wall and wrapped it around her.

She then took a hand towel, wiped a section of the mirror clear of steam, and then began to brush her hair.

She was really looking forward to her dinner with Doctor Lecter. Even though he was her psychologist, she felt a deep attraction towards him, and was looking forward to seeing where it would go. She knew it probably would not last, none of her love affairs did, but she was sure it would be nice while it lasted.

After brushing out her hair, she dried it, re-brushed it, and fixed in up in a clip at the back of her head.

Just as she was about to start doing her makeup, her cell phone rang from the other room.

She walked into her bedroom, picked it up off her dresser, and answered it.

"Hello?"

"Hey Ang!"

It was her friend Marley. Angela did not have many friends, but Marley was someone she had known since college, and had stayed in touch with.

"Hey, Marley. What's up?"

"I was just wondering if you wanted to catch a movie tonight. Are you busy?"

"Tonight's no good for me Marley…I have…plans."

"What sort of plans? Like a date or something?"

Angela sighed.

"Sort of."

"Who with."

"Oh, just some guy I met in a bookstore."

She wasn't about to tell Marley, let alone anyone, that she was having dinner with her psychologist.

There was a pause and then Marley answered.

"Well okay then, just be careful. Talk to you later!"

"Bye."

Angela hung up the phone, and it was just then that she saw the time.

7:15.

She needed to hurry or she would be late.

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What seemed like a very slow forty-five minutes later, Angela was pulling up in front of Doctor Lecter's house.

The place was huge, bigger than she expected. She knew he must make a good deal of money in his profession, and yet, she had never seen any other patients leaving or going into his office.

Sometimes she liked to pretend she was his only patient, and that he made the rest of his money as an artist, selling sketches similar to the amazing ones she had seen hanging in his office and waiting room. But she knew this was only a fantasy.

After going through several outfits, she had finally settled on a black dress made out of a silky material, thigh highs, and a pair of heels.

She took a deep breath as she walked up the stairs, and then rang the doorbell.

Hannibal answered almost immediately, wearing a different suit from earlier. His tie and pocket-handkerchief were now midnight blue.

"Angela. You are right on time. Please come in."

He gestures toward the large foyer behind him.

Angela stepped inside and stood in awe of the magnificence of the space she was in.

Hannibal closed the door behind her, and locked it.

"Your house…it's amazing…" She said.

Hannibal laughed.

"You haven't even seen the best parts yet."

He held out his arm.

"May I escort you to the dining room?"

Angela smiled and took his arm.

"Yes, of course."

He led her down a long hallway, full of paintings. They took a left turn and into his so-called dining room. It was so big it was more like a banquet hall.

Hannibal guided her toward a chair, and ten pulled it out for her to sit in.

"Thank you." Angela said as she sat down, looking the room over and taking it all in.

Hannibal sat down across from her, and poured her a glass of wine from the carafe on the table.

"You followed my instructions well." He said as he handed her the glass.

"What?"

"You look stunning. You should dress like this all the time…"

He noticed that this time her breasts were more visible, pushing up towards the top of her dress as if they needed release from the confines of her clothing.

Angela blushed.

"Thank you Dr. Lecter."

He leaned in toward her.

"Please, call me Hannibal."

She looked straight into his eyes. She noticed and was slightly aroused by the fact that there was a hunger in them.

"Thank you…Hannibal." She whispered.

Hearing her speak his name sent a shiver up his spine. He had the greatest urge to tell her to get on her knees and crawl over to him, but instead she said;

"I hope you are hungry."

She nodded.

"Very. What's for dinner?"

"Roast duck with a blood orange sauce."

He stared at her and she stared right back, neither one of them speaking.

"Please excuse me, I will be right back with dinner." He said finally, and got up from his chair and walked into the kitchen.

He was back a few moments later with two plates. He set one down in front of her.

"This looks delicious." She said

"It certainly does." He replied, but staring at her breasts and not at the meal.

"I forgot the sauce. Bear with me just a moment longer, and then we can eat."

Hannibal retreated again to the kitchen.

His put his hands on the counter and gripped the edge.

He was consumed with desire for the girl, but he needed to control himself.

If she was ever going to trust him, He knew he must be gentle with her.

At least at first.

He picked up the tureen of sauce and carried it out to the dining room.

"Here we are." He said as went to Angela's right side, and started to pour sauce on her dish.

As he did this, he caught a whiff of her perfume, or was that her shampoo? Either way it was lovely. Sweet pea and lavender.

Hannibal then crossed to the other side of the table and served himself some sauce as well. He then sat down and gestured toward Angela.

"Please, eat."

Angela cut a small piece of duck and placed it in her mouth. The taste was more incredible than she had anticipated.

Her eyes lit up as she chewed, and swallowed.

"My word, Hannibal. This…this is incredible!"

"Thank you, I am so glad you are enjoying it."

"An excellent cook, an amazing artist, and a wonderful psychiatrist. Is there anything you can't do?"

Hannibal smiled.

"My dear Angela, you haven't even begun to see what I am capable of yet."

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After dinner, Hannibal invited Angela into the lounge, where she sat down on a chaise, quite full and quite happy with how the evening was going.

"Can I offer you an after dinner drink?" Hannibal asked, gesturing to a small bar on a table in the corner.

"Just a small one, please. I still have to drive home."

"We shall see." Hannibal murmured under his breath as he made his way over to the bar.

"What did you say?"

"I said what's your poison?" Hannibal answered, in his normal tone.

"Gin and tonic, please. And just a small one, remember."

"Right." Hannibal said, pouring about half of each liquid in a glass of ice, and topping it with a thin lemon wedge.

He then poured some scotch for himself, and walked back over to where she was sitting.

"Here you are, my dear." He said handing her drink to her."

"Thank you."

"May I?" He asked, gesturing to the space next to her on the chaise.

"Of course." She said, moving over slightly.

Hannibal sat next to her, turning a bit to face her more.

"So, tell me about yourself." He said, taking a sip of his drink.

Angela smiled.

"There's not much to tell, honestly. And besides, you know a lot about me already."

"Oh, I think there is, in fact, I know there is. Things past the secrets you've told me in our sessions. Things you would tell almost no one. Things I already know."

Angela looked at him. His gaze on her was sharp and intent.

"What do you mean?" She whispered.

Hannibal placed his drink on the side table next to him, and moved closer to her.

"I can tell you like to be controlled. That you crave it even. That from the moment you met me, you wanted me to control you, and that this feeling only intensified when I kissed you earlier today."

Angela gasped, nearly dropping her glass. She placed it on the table next to her so as not to do so.

She then sat silently for a few moments. Letting his words fill her head.

"How-how could you possibly know that?" She asked, bewildered.

Hannibal reached over and touched her cheek, stroking it gently with his thumb.

"I told you my dear, there is very little you can hide from me. I know what your deepest and darkest desires are, and what's more, I can fulfill them…"

He kissed her again. This one deeper than the last, more passionate. He felt the inside of her lip with his tongue, and then proceeded to kiss her neck.

"Oh, Hannibal. I'm sorry I tried to hide myself from you. I should have known you could see who I truly was…"

Hannibal pressed a finger to her lips.

"Hush, Angela. It's in the past now. Let's focus on what's ahead."

Angela nodded, stroking his neatly combed hair.

"So tell me the specifics, my dear. What do you like?"

"Don't you already know?"

"I want to hear you say it." He said silkily.

"Well…" She blushed. She wasn't normally this open with…well anyone. But if he could read her like an open book, what need was there to be shy?

"I do like to be controlled. To feel helpless…"

"How so?"

"Well, physically, like being tied down, but also verbally, like being told what to do."

"I see. So you are submissive?"

"Yes."

"Masochistic?"

"I'm not really sure. I like certain kinds of pain, but I haven't really explored it much."

"What kinds of pain do you like?"

"Nothing very heavy. At least not yet. I think I could be worked up to that, maybe. I…well, I like to be spanked."

Hannibal smiled.

"Is that so?"

"Yes."

Hannibal took her hand in his, breaking the mood of the conversation.

"Angela, I know you've only just gotten to know me personally, and so you have no real reason to trust me…"

"But I do trust you, Hannibal." She said, surprised at her own boldness.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

"Very well then."

And just like that, the mood snapped back as he grabbed the back of her hair and pulled it a bit.

"Since I know your desires go much deeper than you have told me so far, I will push you. However, if for any reason you feel I am pushing you too far, say your safe word. That word is 'red'. If you say this, I will stop whatever I am doing, no questions asked. If you feel as if you are nearing that point, but you wish me to still continue, say 'yellow'. If you say this, I will not stop completely, but I will ease up. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

Hannibal tugged a bit harder on her hair.

"Until further notice, Angela, you will address me as 'Sir'. Do, you understand?"

"Yes, Sir."

"And you understand the guidelines I have given you?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Very good. Now then, do you want me to control you?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Then get over my knee."

Angela felt her arousal rise, because she knew what came next.

"Yes, Sir."

She bent herself over Hannibal's lap, so that her bottom was in the middle.

"Hands behind you head." He ordered.

She complied, feeling her arousal swell up inside her.

Hannibal lifted up the bottom of her dress, so her ass was exposed to him, bare except for the black lacy thong she wore.

Hannibal rubbed her ass gently, admiring it.

"You have a spectacular ass, my dear."

"Thank you, Sir."

Smack!

The first spank came unexpectedly, but Angela welcomed it. It had not been too hard, but not too soft either.

Hannibal spanked her again.

"How does that feel?"

"Very good, Sir."

He spanked her again.

"Good." He said, and then struck her ass again.

Angela was very aroused now, and her arousal rose with each spank.

Hannibal kept on spanking her, rubbing her ass occasionally between blows.

He stopped after about thirty, admiring the redness of her bottom now, and also the juices leaking from her moist sex.

He reached up and stroked her through her panties.

She moaned as he did.

My, my. Someone is very wet. I'd say you enjoyed that immensely."

"I did Sir."

Hannibal chucked.

"I knew you would."

And with that, he turned her over, and picked her up.

"Where are we going, Sir?" She asked as he started to carry her.

"To the bedroom. I'm nowhere finished with you yet…"