This may be getting a bit boring for some of you. It does kind of get a bit repetitive after a while, but I have three other stories that are significantly different that I am simultaneously working on. Every so often, I just need a break and put together something that is fun and lazy to write. There are three chapters to this story. Unlike all my other multi part stories, I held off on submitting any of them until all three were complete. As I said, I currently have three other stories in the works, as well as an idea about a fourth.

Standard crap: I self-edit, so don't bother commenting about using an editor. This is fiction, so don't bother commenting about it being unrealistic and would never happen. This may come as a surprise to some of you, but there is 'incest' in this story. That is probably why I submitted it into the Incest category. Yes, I have had comments because a few people were offended about a story containing incest WHEN IT WAS PUBLISHED IN THE INCEST CATEGORY! I swear, the quantity of stupidity in the universe is rising. All characters are over the age of 18.

There is also a very small part that discusses rape in the first chapter, and it is mentioned a bit throughout the entire story. I rewrote the intro do this three times based on how the story went. This was supposed to be a simple single part story that was open to additional episodes. Instead, I plowed through a second part and rewrote the into to include that. Then, Chapter three took off. I thought that I could finish with that and included that in the intro. Chapter three is done, and I started Chapter four. I really have no fucking idea where this is now going. Buckle up, this going to be a wild ride.

Incest, Group Sex, Non-graphic discussion of rape, 6+M/F, 10+F/F, BDSM, Pierced nipples, Pierced Clit, Mental Illness, Multiple Personality Disorder (MPD), Reluctance?, Mature, Mother/son, Mother/daughter, Aunt/Niece....Fuck it -- There's pretty much everything in here except explicit interracial, Gay Male and Transgender, although who know at this point.

FYI, The mental illness and Multiple Personalities don't start until the third part.

PT 1 -- 6+M/F, Mom/Son

Pt 2 -- Lesbian F+/F, M/D, BDSM

Pt 3 -- Mental Illness, MPD

Pt 4 -- I have no fucking idea what is going to happen here. I guess we will all be surprised.

End of Chapter 2:

I woke up in my bed to the sun shining through my window. I was so sore that I could barely move. As I sat up in my bed, I noticed two bottles of water and four ibuprofen tablets sitting on my nightstand. The pills were popped in my mouth, and both bottles of water were guzzled. Since I was naked, I didn't have to bother with taking off anything as I staggered into my bathroom and started the shower. I simply stood under the almost scalding hot water for 10-minutes to soothe my aching muscles. Then, I began to wash from top to bottom. Hair shampooed and conditioned. Face scrub, then body wash for the rest. I got out and toweled off. After donning a short silk robe, I brushed my hair just to remove any tangles and decided to just let it air dry. I NEEDED COFFEE!

When I got to the kitchen, I found coffee already made and a couple of girls were cooking breakfast. Megan asked how I took my coffee and told me to sit down while she brought it to me. When she asked me how I take my coffee I remembered a scene from that old movie 'Airplane'. If you haven't heard of it, it's a spoof on those 1970's 'Airport' disaster movies. Leslie Nielson is in it, and it is hilarious. In one scene, a very prim and proper 10-year old boy and 8-year old girl, both dressed in Sunday Best, are sitting together. The very proper young boy serves the very well-mannered little girl a cup of coffee. The little boy asks if she would like cream or sugar. Her reply, delivered very properly, was, "No thank you. I like my coffee like my men, strong and black." The look on the little boy's face was hilarious! That never fails to crack me up.

Chapter 3. Cindi Sweet is released:

I have to say, breakfast was great. Those two girls are really good cooks. As a bonus, I didn't have to cook or clean up. The girls insisted on doing it while I relaxed. We sat around for a while chatting about different things. I got to know the girls a little better, and they got to know a bit more about me. Me, as in Amy Adams. It was a very pleasant couple of hours. By noon, most of the girls had left. Only Liz, Julie and Megan were still here. The conversation turned to what happened last night.

"Holy Shit, mom. What the fuck was that last night? You seemed to just go crazy and become a whole different person. I mean, I never suspected that you were into bondage and S&M. You literally became a sex maniac."

I could feel myself blushing. "You're actually closer to the truth than you realize." I replied.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well, you already know about my past. There are some parts that weren't in any of those records. In fact, it's something that only three other people ever knew, and I know two of them are dead. I don't know about the third one, but I haven't heard from her in fifteen years. I don't think that anyone else even knows that we even knew each other."

"What's that, mom?"

"OK. As far as becoming a different person is concerned, you are exactly right. Last night, you met Candi Sweet. That was the second time in 20-years that she has ever appeared. The only other time was last month at your brother's party. When Candi comes out, Amy Adams does not exist. Last night, your mother ceased to exist as soon as Candi put her hoops in her nipples and clit. Amy didn't actually return until the hoops were removed and replaced with her normal barbells."

"I don't understand." Liz started.

"Classic split personality." Megan piped up.

"Huh?"

"It's a classic split personality. Remember that I'm a Psych Major? She has a classic case of split personalities. It happens when there is some sort of event, typically very traumatic, where the mind creates a completely new persona as a way to protect the individual from the extreme pain or other harm that would be caused by facing the event. These events can be very damaging to the person, so the mind creates someone else with different characteristics that is better able to deal with the trauma. The individual can go on normally under normal circumstances, but there is usually something that triggers the mind to go into protection mode. That's when the other persona appears to deal with an abnormal situation. In most cases, the normal persona becomes an observer as the secondary persona takes care of the situation. Kind of like a witness watching from the side and isn't directly involved. In this case, your mom says that Amy doesn't even exist when Candi is out. I would assume that might mean that Candi is unaware when Amy is her, but that's just a bit of speculation on my part. I would have to talk to Candi about that. That does lead to the question of how Amy remembers what happened when Candi was here last night, though."

"You seem to know quite a bit about this subject. How far along in your degree are you?" I asked.

"I'm actually about a year away from my Ph.D. Coincidently, split personality disorder is the topic of my thesis. In fact, I need to get a little more information, but I may even want to see if you -- and Candi -- would be willing to participate in my research."

"What kind of information do you need?" I asked intrigued.

"Well, I would like to go into your background and see if I might be able to get an idea of when this started and how it may have manifested since then. I also need to talk to Candi."

"Well, I can tell you about my past, but it would need to remain totally confidential. If any of this gets out, it could literally ruin my life. As for Candi, I am aware that she exists, but I have no control over her. She comes out and goes away when she wants to and under very specific circumstances."

"Oh, one more thing just for clarification. Are there any other personalities that have ever come out that you know of?"

"OK. Let's start with your background first."

"It started with my early stripping days. I was so nervous the first few shifts that I performed. When I started, I needed a stage name, and I picked Candi Sweet. It was about the fifth shift where I started to relax and get into the performance. When I was away from the club, I was a rather introverted and studious person. When I entered the club, I became outgoing, confident, and seductive. It became like the door to the club became a doorway between two different personas. At the time, I just thought of it as being an actress and stepping into my role on the stage. I could even occasionally bring out a toned-down version of Candi if I were at a party or if I just wanted to flirt with someone. I don't think she ever really came out when I occasionally had sex with someone in college. It really wasn't like she was even a real personality. She was just more of a role I would play.

"Anyway, it was my last night at the strip club. I had quit so I could study for my last finals, then prepare for Law school. I never thought that I would be Candi again. I had just gotten to my car when I was hit on the back of my head and knocked unconscious. I heard that the guy dragged me behind a dumpster and raped me. He was caught just after he finished. I woke up about 5-days later in the hospital. I found out a month later that I was pregnant.

"Everything kind of went back to normal after that. Sure, I had a few issues after the attack, but I went to some pretty serious therapy for that. It was about three years after that before I had sex again. It was a woman that time. Needless to say, I was not very interested in guys for quite a while after that. I think this was the first time that I noticed something different. It wasn't just that I was having sex with another woman, I had done that a few times before. It was more like it wasn't really me doing it. It's more like I have all the memories from someone else. It was as if I wasn't really there, but I had the memories from the person who was there implanted in my mind. It was also a lot sluttier that I had ever been before. In fact, I seemed to be submitting and letting her dominate me.

"that happened two more times with different women. Each time I seemed to submit even more. The last one even put me in bondage and spanked me as she fucked me with a strap-on. She was also the first one to fuck my ass. It was the same disassociate memories when I was finally able to have sex with a guy. The difference was that I was always in control. I never really dominated them, it's more that I was able to direct the action. I never let them in my ass, and I never allowed them to put me in any position where I could be trapped. That is, until last month. Still, I didn't submit to them like I did last night. I still have those dissociative memories, if that makes any sense."

"Interesting." Megan said as she was furiously scribbling in a notebook that she had quickly dug out of her backpack. "So, this may be an uncomfortable question for you, but how do you feel about the fact that you committed incest with your son and daughter?"

"Well, as I discussed with Keith the morning after, I can't even say for sure that I did have sex with him. When I opened my eyes after Todd fingered me to my first orgasm, all I saw was a cock in front of me. I have no idea who it belonged to. After that, I really couldn't see who was doing what to me. All I felt were cocks inside all of my holes. My view was pretty much limited to the lower torso of whoever's cock was down my throat. As for Liz, that wasn't really me. That was Candi, so I don't consider that incest."

"Interesting." She wrote a bit more, then set her notebook aside. "I think that I need to talk to Candi now."

That made me a bit nervous. I never purposely brought Candi out. It always just kind of happened. Sure, there were times where I either knew or suspected that she would come out, but I had never gone into a situation with the express purpose of bringing her out. I wasn't even 100% sure that I even could bring her out on purpose. She always just came out when she wanted to under certain conditions. Let's also not forget that I have zero control over what she does or says. For all I knew, Keith might come home early with a few friends and it would turn into a huge orgy.

"Uuuuhhhhmmm, I'm not really sure that I can bring her out." I mumbled.

"What do you mean, mom?" Liz questioned.

"Well, I've never purposely brought her out before. She just kind of comes out on her own. I can't even control her."

Megan thought for a minute, then smiled. "Not a problem. Amy, follow me and we will go get her."

Confuse, I got up and followed her to my bedroom.

"Toybox and Jewelry." She ordered.

I pulled my toybox out from under the bed, then pointed to my jewelry chest by the wall. She looked through it briefly, then asked where my other jewelry was. I told her where my nipple and clit jewelry chest was in the closet. She returned a minute later with some things in her hands. Three 1-inch rings, the nipple chain, and the titty leash. She also had a pair of stiletto heeled thigh-high boots.

"Strip." She ordered.

With that one command, I felt the tingling in my pussy begin. I had changed into shorts and a tee-shirt earlier. I quickly discarded them, then unhooked my bra and practically ripped my panties off. This time it was a bit different. It was probably because I was consciously trying to bring Candi out. I could feel myself beginning to fade as something else began to take over my mind. I was pushed farther away as Megan handed me the jewelry.

Candi:

I handed Megan the barbels that I had removed from my nipples and clit after replacing them with the hoops. After clipping on the chain between my nipples, I sat on my bed and put on the thigh boots. When I stood up, she attached the titty leash. God, I felt alive.

"Good afternoon, Candi. Welcome back."

"And a good afternoon to you too. Megan, right?" I asked.

"Yes. I'm Megan. You may call me Mistress Megan."

"As you wish, Mistress Megan."

"Did Amy tell you who I am?" She asked.

"Not exactly. It's complicated, but you already know that."

"I do. I just don't know how complicated yet."

"I think that we are going to get along well, Mistress Megan." I smiled. "Not well enough to where you never have to punish me, mind you, but I think that's something that we will both enjoy. Don't you think -- Mistress?"

Mistress Megan laughed, then turned and began to lead me out the door.

"Ladies. Look who I brought back." Mistress Megan said as we walked out on the patio. Liz and her girlfriend Julie were sitting there. I knew they would be because Amy was there a few minutes ago.

"Hello Candi." They greeted.

"Good afternoon, ladies." I replied.

So, here I am in my natural habitat. Naked and surrounded by fully clothed people. Just the way I like it. Mistress Megan had me sit at the table with them while asking me questions. Of course, Amy had already told me what was going on and what she had told Mistress Megan, so I was prepared. I must say, I was a bit nervous, though. My confidence broke slightly, and I needed some reassurance. I had a few concerns that I needed to address. Before that, I wanted to see which direction this went.

"Candi, you already know who I am and what I am doing. Before I begin asking some questions, do you have any questions for me?" Mistress began.

"Are you going to try to kill me?"

There were three shocked faces around the table after I asked that.

"WHAT? Of course not! How could you even think that? You...or Amy...or whatever, are my mother! What on earth makes you think that we would want to kill you?" Liz sputtered.

"Calm down, Liz. I don't think that she meant it in the physical sense. I think that she was referring to killing her persona. Was that what you were asking?"

"Yes, Mistress. Are you going to kill me when you fix Amy?"

"To be honest with you, I can't guarantee that, but I don't believe it will be necessary. Amy seems to function quite well under normal circumstances. Honestly, it has only been today that anyone has ever even noticed what was going on. I'm not even sure what direction I want to take with this. Regardless, this is simply research for my thesis. I will probably do some experimenting between you and Amy to get more information on how the two of you interact, but there won't be any real therapy. In fact, I plan on bringing you out to play a lot more."

"OK. Thank you, Mistress. I will help."

"Uh, Megan? Check the time. Keith will be back pretty soon. Shouldn't we either get Candi dressed or get Amy back before he gets home?"

"I don't think so. Unless Candi minds, I think that Keith needs to get used to this. Besides, he doesn't know any of what we've discovered today, and he really does need to hear about it. Best if we throw him in the deep end now. You don't mind, do you Candi?"

"I don't mind. Amy will be able to work with it as well. She'll just blame me for it, but that's what I am for. I'm sort of her 'whipping girl'."

"OK. That's settled. Before we begin, Candi go get another bottle of wine. We need refills."

"Yes, Mistress." I responded. Megan unclipped my titty chain, and I went into the house to retrieve the wine."

Megan:

"Megan, did you turn my mother into a sex slave?" Liz asked.

"No. First off, you and Keith will need to accept that Candi and Amy are two different people. Amy is your mother, but Candi isn't. I'm going to be asking Candi some questions to see if my theory is correct, but so far it seems as though Amy is a strong confident woman that can take charge of her professional life as well as being a warm loving mother. Candi, on the other hand, is purely a sexual being. Candi is a submissive nymphomaniac that gets off on exhibitionism. I think that Candi was originally created to help Amy get over her nervousness of stripping while she was in college, but fully manifested after Amy's attack. Candi came to life as a way for Amy to deal with having sexual urges. I really need to discuss this with my professor, but my instincts are telling me that Amy hasn't actually had sex since college. I'm pretty sure that Candi came out every time that Amy got involved in a sexual situation."

"Holy shit! If that's true, can you help her?"

"No. I'm not a psychologist or a psychiatrist. In order to help her, she would need real professional help. I can't do that; I'm just a student. The other thing to think about is if Amy actually wants or needs help. She has been functioning very well like this for twenty years already. Has this actually hurt her?"

"Wow. OK. That's something to think about."

Candi returned carrying two bottles and a tumbler.

"Mistress, I hope it is OK, but I figured that Keith may need something a bit stronger when he gets home."

"No, that's OK, Candi. Good thought. I will reward you later."

"Thank you, Mistress Megan."

As Candi was refilling the wine glasses, we heard a car pull up and two doors open and close. Sounds like Keith was not alone.

"Liz, would you please go inside and bring Keith and whoever is with him back here? You may also want to take a moment and prepare them for what they will see when they come out here."

I clipped Candi's leash back to her nipple chain and had her sit down beside me again. This should be interesting.

Candi:

I was sitting beside Mistress Megan when Keith and Todd walked out the door.

"HOLY SHIT!" Todd exclaimed. Apparently, Liz failed to fully prepare them for what was happening. She did bring a second tumbler out for Todd and poured both of them a double bourbon. They gulped them down and refilled their glasses. After they were seated and calmed a bit, Mistress Megan explained what she had discovered about Amy and me. She told them about her doctoral thesis and how we might become involved. I'm not really sure how much of all that was actually getting through to them, since they were laser focused on my tits the whole time.
"Uuuhhh, mom is sitting there naked." Keith stuttered.

"That's not your mom. That's Candi." Corrected Mistress Megan.

"It looks like it's mom sitting there. I know what my mom looks like."

"Granted, it is the same body as your mom's, but this is not Amy. This is Candi. Contrary to what you might think, it wasn't your mom that stripped and had sex with you and your friends last month, it was Candi."

"This is weird."

"It will take some getting used to."

"So, what's with those chains attached to her tits, and why are you holding the end of one of them?" Todd asked.

"It's called a titty leash. I use this to lead her around. The leash is attached to her tits. I pull her tits where I want them to go, and, since she is physically attached to her tits, she follows along."

"That's like BDSM stuff."

"Yes, it is. Candi is a submissive who gets off on that. If this goes how I think it will, you will most likely be seeing a lot more of this as I am doing my research. You will get used to it."

"That's weird."

"It's actually more common than you think. Not the multiple personality thing, but the BDSM part."

After Mistress Megan decided that she had gotten through to them enough, she continued her interrogation of me.

"So, Candi. I don't want to go too deep right now, but I do want to get a enough information to see where things might go."

Whatever you wish, Mistress."

"Mistress?" Keith questioned.

"I'll explain later." Mistress told him. "Now, Candi. Can you tell me when the first time you woke up?"

"Hmmmm. It's kind of hard to say for sure. I have some vague memories of stripping in a club, but they're really fuzzy. I have an impression of nervousness and some fear at the beginning, but that disappearing. I can't really say for sure. After that, I can remember having just walked through a door into the apartment of an attractive woman. I had sex with her for a few hours, then left. I can tell you it was about two years after Amy was attacked."

"OK. That's interesting. Did Amy have sex with anyone before that?"

"She did in college, but not after she quit the club."

"Interesting. Have you ever come out any other time that wasn't sexual in nature?"

"No. Not really. I think there was one or two times that are fuzzy, like I was there, but not there. I remember a bit of flirting involved, but not a whole lot."

"Can you access Amy's memories? She says that she sees your memories, but it was like she had been implanted with someone else's memories."

"That's a bit complicated. It's the same thing for me, but there are a couple of gaps in the memories. It's like I've been implanted with her memories, but they are not all there."

"OK. That's something that I really would like to look into. One more question. How do you feel about having sex with Liz and Keith? After all, you are directly related to them."

"Amy answered that question for you already. I have the same feelings. While Amy and I do share this body, Amy is their mother. I was not there when they were born. I did absolutely nothing as far as raising them. While I do know who they are and everything about them from Amy, I had never met them personally until I was at their respective parties. As far as I am concerned, I am not related to them at all."

"OK. That should be fun to look into. I have a friend who is finishing up Law School. Maybe I'll see if she can do some sort of class discussion or practice trial about this type of situation. Anyway, that's all for now. It's getting close to time for dinner, so we probably should get Amy back here."

That didn't exactly work for me. "Uuummm, Mistress?"

"Yes, Candi?"

"Uuuhhh, before I go, uuummm, well, can I make a request, please?" I stammered.

"What do you need, Candi?"

"Well, Uhm, I've kinda been sitting here in front of all of you with my tits hanging out, and these chains have been sort of jiggling around and pulling on my nipples a bit......"

"And, let me guess. It got you really horney, right?"

"Yes, Mistress. Would it be too much to ask for me to take care of that before Amy comes back? I mean, I'm flooding like the Amazon River after a monsoon, and there are these two healthy young guys sitting there who have been staring at my tits ever since they got here. I'm willing to bet that they probably need some relief right now as well, and since I really need some, and they really need some........" I tapered off.

"Fine." Mistress Megan said. "But you understand that you will need to thank me properly when you are finished."

"Of course, Mistress"

"Make it quick." Was her last command before I grabbed Keith and Todd and literally drug them into the livingroom.

There was a quarter sitting on the counter, so I grabbed it as I walked past. "Flip it." I told Keith as I handed him the coin. It came up tails. "You get tail. Your choice. Pussy or ass. Todd gets head. Todd, you get my mouth." I told them as I got on my hands and knees. In less than a minute, I had a hard cock in my throat and another one drilling my pussy. I guess that Keith didn't want to waste time lubing up.

When Keith got behind me, he didn't even hesitate. In one thrust, he shoved his entire cock into my soaking wet pussy. I was so worked up by that point that I orgasmed immediately. Todd had already dropped his pants and knelt in front of me. His cock was halfway in my mouth at that point. The guys didn't even have to do any of the work. I just rocked back and forth. Forward to take Todd's cock down my throat, then back to impale myself on Keith's cock. Back and forth I rocked. I worked my tongue around Todd's cock so I could time his ejection with Keith's. It worked perfectly. My second orgasm triggered Keith's, and a bit of extra tongue and suction pulled Todd's cum from his balls a microsecond later. We collapsed together.

After a few minutes to recover, I untangled myself to go thank my Mistress. She was still talking to Liz and Julie, so I crawled under the table to show my appreciation. Mistress Megan was wearing a skirt that ended a couple of inches above her knees. To my delight, I discovered that removing her panties was not necessary. She had either removed them previously or hadn't been wearing any all day. That made my task easier. I lifted her skirt and stuck my head underneath. It was a bit dark, but I was able to see and feel enough to get the job done. I could hear her continue talking to Liz and Julie as if nothing was happening. I closed in on my target.

First, a little exploration. I took a long swipe with my tongue up her entire slit. I could tell that she had been anticipating this for a bit, as her pussy already had some significant moisture in it. I spent a few more minutes just darting my tongue around and taking a few more swipes along her lips. I decided to be a bit naughty, just to see if she would notice. Starting at the upper right corner of her pussy, I made an arc with my tongue that went across her clit, then curved down her left pussy lip, crossed at the bottom of her lips, and ended at the bottom right of her pussy. Next, I started at the bottom right, licked up at an angle to her clit, then down at a mirror angle to the bottom left of her pussy. I finished that with a left-to-right swipe across the center of her pussy. Third, it was a vertical straight up along her left outer lip, continuing ar a downward angle to the right, then straight back up along her right lip. Next, it was a vertical lick straight up the left lip from bottom to top, then a continuing arc across her clit, circling down her right outer lip, crossing her lips at the bottom, to end where I had started. I think she had finally figured it out. This time, I took one long swipe straight up from the bottom of her pussy to the top. I then swiped my tongue horizontally across the bottom of her pussy, then again across the top.

She was really beginning to break her concentration now. I needed to up the ante. I repeated my second move. Angling up from bottom left to her clit, angle down from clit to bottom right, then horizontal across the center. Next it was vertical straight up the left lip, angle down to the bottom between the lips, angle up to the top right, then vertical straight down again. One more. Straight up from the bottom to just over halfway, the two quick licks from that point angling out to the left and the right.

C, A, N, D, I. -- A, M, Y.

That got her close, so I took her clit between my lips and began lashing her clit with my tongue. Then it took two fingers in my right hand, curled them upwards and inserted them to search gorm er magical spot. I fount it quickly and massaged it until she began bucking against me and flooded my mouth. I rode her through her orgasm, then gently licker her as she come back down. Once she had sufficiently recovered, she had Liz take me back to the bedroom to find Amy again.

Megan:

"Dr. Stanford. I am thinking of refocusing my thesis. I discovered a really fascinating subject over the weekend, and she's got a condition unlike anything that I have ever heard about. I'm thinking of reorientating my research and theories on her. If what I understand about her, this could be huge." I enthused.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down, Megan. Let's take a step back here. I really like what I've seen of your thesis so far and changing it all up now is a big step. This isn't something you just jump into. Now, having said that, I know that you aren't the flighty type to just jump from one thing to another. Now, I know you well enough to believe that you think that there is a very good reason to basically dump 6-months of work in order to start all over, so tell me what's going on here."

Dr. Stanford is my thesis advisor. She's 46-years old, blonde hair that is just beginning to get a few grey strands in it, brown eyes, divorced, and very attractive. While we maintain a professional relationship (I am her student, after all), I can't help but get the feeling that she is probably at least bisexual. In case you haven't quite picked up on it yet, I am a full-blown lesbian.

"OK. Bear with me for a bit. This is kind of a long and convoluted story. I'll try to keep it to just the relevant information, but it still has a lot of details that need to be explained. I also have a ton of notes that I will share with you afterwards." I told her.

She looked at her watch. "Look, it's the end of the day, and my office hours end in a couple of minutes. Tell you what, since you said this is a long story, and I am ready for this day to end, how about if we just meet at Sapphire and discuss this over some food and a drink or two?"

I agreed. I was kind of surprised that she picked that club to go to, though. Sapphire is a very upscale 'Women's' club. I had heard of it, but never been there. It was way out of my price range. While it wasn't exclusively a lesbian club, that was a significant part of their clientele. The rest were simply single or married women that simply wanted a place to go to where they could relax without getting hit on constantly.

"Don't worry about it, I know that it is not in your budget, so tonight is on me. If this is as big as you are indicating, I will consider it a good investment." Dr. Stanford explained.

So, Dr. Stanford met me at the club and paid my cover charge. She was a member, so she got in free. We ordered drinks and Dr. Stanford ordered several appetizers to share. We were on our second drink, and the food had just been served when she decided it was time for me to spill.

"OK. You need to be patient here. I need to give you some background on all this." I began. "It started for me on Saturday evening. I'm not sure if you realize this, but I am a lesbian. Anyway, one of my friends had just come out to her mom and brother as a lesbian and wanted to have a coming out party. The party was Saturday evening. She had hired a stripper for the party. What I found out later was that her stripper was the same one as the one that performed at her younger brother's party a month earlier. Her younger brother had originally hired one stripper, but she ended up having to cancel at the very last minute. He did manage to find someone else, but I'll have to tell you about that in a minute. What I will tell you is that the night ended up in a huge gangbang with all the guys and the stripper.

"So, I got to the house Saturday late afternoon. All we are told was that the stripper is older, that she had retired several years ago, and that she had recently come out of retirement. The party was being held at the house of the girl who had just come out. We were all sworn to secrecy about the identity of the stripper, because she had a completely different life now. If her identity ever came out, it would destroy her. We even had to give up our cell phones to ensure that there were no photos or videos of her. Keep in mind that there were about ten of us there. That doesn't include the girl's mom who was hanging out in the background and just making sure that there was plenty of food and drinks, as well as checking every once in a while, making sure that everything was OK.

"At about 8 o'clock, the stripper came out. Actually, the girlfriend of the girl who the party was for led the stripper out on a leash connected to the stripper's tits. HOLY FUCK! It was the mom of the girl who the party was for! She put on one hell of a show. At the end of the show, she turned into a complete submissive lesbian BDSM slut. We all ended up fucking her for hours. She even got off on being whipped as we fucked her. I watched her as she finally passed out while masturbating after driving everyone else to exhaustion.

"I know you probably don't believe me, but I swear a mid-40's woman was able to wear out 10 early 20-something women. I'm telling you; she is a fucking machine. I found out later that she had fucked six guys to complete exhaustion a month earlier. So, this is where it gets really weird.

"It was the next day when we were just hanging out that I heard the story. It seems that the mom used to be a stripper when she was an undergraduate. She had created an alter ego and worked as a very successful stripper to finance her schooling. She went by the name of Candi Sweet."

I just barely caught it, but Dr. Stanford suddenly stiffened up.

"So, anyway, I discovered that this woman had been violently attacked and raped when she left the club after her last shift there. She had already quit to focus on her last finals, then go to law school. She almost died from that attack. Thankfully, she has no memory of the rape, since she was unconscious at the time."

"OK. That's an interesting story so far, but what does that have to do with your thesis?" Dr. Stanford asked as she signaled the waitress for another round of drinks.

"The weird part that has to do with my thesis is that it actually wasn't the mother of the girl who was performing. It was the same body, but a totally different person."

"What are you saying here?" She asked.

"OK. I'm telling you in the strictest confidence. This simply cannot get out. In fact, if I go ahead with this, I will be using different names and different professions to hide identities. You understand all this."

"Yes, and I agree. I will need the real names and information, though. You understand that I will need to verify everything and oversee your work."

"Of course. I just mentioned that because of the damage that can be done should their identities ever become public."

"Agreed. Now, I need details."

"OK. The subject's name is Amy Adams. She began working as a stripper while going though her undergraduate degree. Her stage name was Candi Sweet. My belief is that Amy had developed a separate persona for Candi that allowed her to become more confident and braver while performing. Candi began asserting herself as soon as Amy passed the door into the club. I think that is as far as it would have gone, and Candi would have eventually faded away under normal circumstances. Unfortunately, there was an event that changed everything. Amy was violently attacked when she left the club after her last shift. She had quit the club to focus on her studies. It is my theory that this attack and the aftermath intensified and cemented the alternate persona of Candi Sweet inside of Amy Adams."

"So, you are saying that this Amy Adams has multiple personalities?"

"Oh God. It's actually more than that. After interviewing both of them, it is actually like there are two completely different people occupying the same body at different times. It's much more than just multiple personalities, they actually completely possess the same body separately. While they do communicate their experiences, I have preliminary information that they are actually able to hide information from the other. I don't know if that actually goes both ways, but it appears that Amy is able to hide some stuff from Candi."

"So, the subject's name is Amy Adams. She was a stripper in college, and created an alter ego named Candi Sweet as her Stage Name. She has two kids One boy and one girl who are both in college. She was violently attacked, and her alter ego became a full-fledged second personality that can completely take over her body and mind when needed. Have I got all that?"

"Pretty much, but Candi only comes out at very specific events. I believe that this is due to the trauma that Amy experienced. My preliminary information is that Amy has not actually had sex since her early college days. It seems like when anything remotely sexual begins, Candi takes over completely. It is also apparent that Candi is a very submissive nymphomaniac. This is especially the case with women. She doesn't like to submit to men, and actually goes out of her way to avoid situations where she could be trapped by a man. That started to change a bit about a month ago when she gangbanged her son and his friends. Of course, that may be due to her trust that the son would protect her from any harm."

"OK." Dr. Stanford responded. "Is there any other information that I should be aware of?"

I tried. Really. I thought that I hid it pretty well. I should really have known better. Der. Stanford was a Doctor of Psychology. Her training was based upon reading people, and she was damned good at it. She had been doing this for years.

"Spill it!" She ordered.

Fuck! "Well, I'm kind of attracted to her."

"And?"

Shit! "Well, I may have sort of......dominated her a bit already." Yeah. Sure. Like rushing through the last part would keep my highly trained PhD psychology advisor from fully understanding what I said.

"Well that's not overly surprising. A tad unethical, but not surprising." She laughed.

"In my defense, I didn't have much of a choice in the matter. I needed to talk to Candi, and I needed to take drastic action to bring her out." I challenged defensively.

"I'm sure you did." She acknowledged. "Did you make her lick your pussy?"

"Well, it seemed like the ting to do at the time. I mean, I had just given her a reward, and I figured that she needed to show her appreciation for it." I blushed.

"Of course, you did. That's what a dominant does. Now, what is your plan for her going forward?" She asked.

To tell the truth, I really hadn't thought that far ahead. I mean, I knew that I would need to interview Amy and Candi extensively, but I really had no real plan for them beyond that.

"Have you even thought about your end game? What happens when you finish your thesis? What becomes of them when you graduate? Whether it was accidently or on purpose, a huge can of worms has been opened. These two personalities have quietly coexisted for over 20-years without acknowledging each other. You have now brought them out into the open. You have just let the genie out of the bottle and it ain't going back without a major fight. From what I've heard so far, this is a breakthrough case. If done right, this thesis would be groundbreaking. The problem is that you need to clean up the mess that you will leave afterwards, or this family will destroy themselves. You can change all the names you want to try to protect them, but they will end up destroying themselves."
Damn. What the hell had I gotten myself into? How did this get so out of control so fast? I really didn't do anything except ask a couple of innocent questions.

"I didn't do anything. I only asked a couple of questions. I had no way of knowing what the situation was. It's not my fault." I cried.

"I know, dear. Unfortunately, that sometimes happens in our chosen profession. You will find that people are very good at hiding things. Sometimes, when you think that you are trying to help someone with a simple problem, you find yourself crotch deep in shit before you even know it." She counseled.

"What do I do now?" I asked.

Dr. Stanford sat there for a while consumed in her own thoughts. She finally looked over at me. "Do you like her?" She asked.

"Like who?"

"Amy, Candi, either or both. Do you like her?"

"Well, yeah. I guess. I've only known her/them for about a day, but I guess that I like them OK."

"OK." She sighed. This is completely unprofessional and highly unethical, but I really don't see any other way without causing a massive train wreck." She began. "The only option that I see is for you to take total control."

"What's that mean? Total control of what?"

"Total control of Amy and Candi. Amy probably won't matter much, but Candi will need to be strictly managed. You've already dominated her, now you need to take over all control of her. You already said that Candi is a total submissive to women, so It shouldn't be a problem to dominate her. By doing that, you will also be helping Amy. Amy has no outlet for her stress. That falls to Candi. What you need to do is become Candi's full-time mistress. Dominate her. Take her over. You need to begin making all decisions for her. You will even order her on what you expect Amy to wear the next day. Tell Candi what you expect from Amy. Candi will have Amy follow your instructions."

Fuuuuucccckkkk! Just what I didn't need. Well, on the upside, I hadn't signed the lease renewal for my apartment yet. This sounded like a 24/7 project to me. It didn't really hurt that Amy/Candi wasn't really hard to look at, and I did kind of have a bit of a thing for older women. It also helped that I did actually have a bit of a dominant streak as well. I just hope Liz and Keith were open to it. I really didn't need any more family drama than this was already going to bring. Good thing that I happened to be between relationships at the moment as well.

Dr. Stanford and I parted ways, and I went back to my apartment to try and figure out the best way to proceed from here. Manipulation was winning out. I figured the easiest way was to just tell Candi that this was what her Mistress decided needed to happen and let her deal with Amy. I would use some selected truths to get Liz and Keith onboard. Shit! I had one fucking year to finish my fucking thesis and graduate. How the hell did my life suddenly get so fucking complicated?