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Author: Unknown
Title: Therapy
Mote: For easier reading the orignal "Mr.M----, Dr.S---- and R----" are replaced with Mark and Stephany

Therapy Chapter 1:

I never thought it would happen to me. My wife and I have been married for12 years, and all in all it's been a happy marriage -- at least up untilseveral months ago.

Nothing happened to cause "our problem",as we referred to it -- at least nothing that we could identify.It's just that all of the sudden, I lostmy ability to get an erection.

We read books on male sexual dysfunction, and we tried every exercise wecould, but nothing seemed to work. A urinolgist pronounced me and mysexual equipment to be in complete working order, so the next step was forme to see a sex therapist.

By this time, my wife was pretty adamant that I seek help, and she evenmade an appointment for me with a sex therapist in our area. Thistherapist, a woman as it turned out, had a very good reputation and camehighly recommended from several different sources.

I was very scared and nervous when I showed up at my first appointment.The receptionist was an attractive woman in her early twenties, and thismade me all the more anxious. It really hurt my male ego for a sexy younglady to know that I was having sexual problems. She was gentle andsensitive, but this didn't do much to help my anxiety. I was convincedthat her attitude was one of condescending pity.

After I filled out a few forms, the receptionist pointed out the door tothe therapist's office and told me to go inside and sit on the couch. Sheexplained that the therapist would be there shortly. I followed herinstructions and sat down where she had indicated. The office wascomfortable, and gave me a feeling of well-being. There was only one otherseat in the office: a large, overstuffed chair several feet in front of thecouch where the doctor would no doubt be sitting.

A minute or two later, the rear door to the office opened up. I wasn'tprepared for what happened next: in walked the most gorgeous, sexy woman Ihad seen in a long time. She was maybe in her mid-thirties, and she exudedsex from every pore. She lithely slithered into the chair in front of meand said in a kind, gentle, professional tone of voice, "Hello. You mustbe Mark. I'm Stephany."

I was uncomfortable with the attractive receptionist, but I was downrightflabbergasted at the sight of this woman. Right then and there I decidedthat I wasn't going to go through with this. I had expected an older,woman -- someone more like Ruth Westheimer. My male ego couldn't stand tohave such a desirable woman know all about my painful problems.

I fidgeted on the couch and tried to figure out a diplomatic way to tellthe doctor that I wanted to leave. But before I could say anything, shesmiled and spoke to me again in that same reassuring tone of voice: "I cansee that you're quite nervous, Mark. And I think I can guess why.You seem surprised and uncomfortable that I'm so young."

She gave me a look that seemed to say, "... and so beautiful."

"Well ... yes, I guess I have to admit that I ... well, I expected someoneolder and more ... um ..."

"And more experienced?" she offered.

I blushed. "Well, please forgive me, but ... well, to be honest, I have toadmit that's just what I was thinking. I guess I was expecting someonemore like ... well, more like Ruth Westheimer or something," I chucklednervously.

She smiled calmly and said, "That's understandable, and I'm not theslightest bit offended, I assure you. You'd be surprised at how many of myclients expect Dr. Ruth." She then added, "But I also want to assure youthat I'm _very_ experienced."

She gave me a look that almost appeared to be a sultry, flirty gaze, but Ijust assumed that this was in my imagination.

She told me that my wife had informed her about "what you think is adysfunction," as she put it, and that she has a very high success rate withmen like me. She went on to explain the way she works: she recommended Isee her once or preferably twice a week. After a few weeks of herfamiliarizing herself with my situation, she would begin the "program", asshe called it. After asking me a few embarrassing questions about myproblem, she gave me some literature for my wife and me to read, and shetold me to schedule an appointment for later in the week.

I almost told her I didn't want to continue, but something about her mannermade me feel that I should. She seemed competent and sure of herself, andwhen she looked at me and spoke to me, I got a strange feeling that sheunderstood me in a way that no one ever has.

So I decided to give her a try -- at least for a few weeks -- and I scheduledmy next appointment with the receptionist.

Therapy Chapter 2:

At home after my first appointment, my wife and I read over the materialStephany gave me. Most of it wasn't substantially different from thingswe read in many of the books we had gotten, but the way it was worded, itgave us a positive and encouraging feeling about my problem. My wife wassupportive and happy I was seeking help, and for the first time in severalweeks, she was understanding and patient when we tried again(unsuccessfully) for me to get an erection that night.

My subsequent visits to the therapist became easier. After the first twoor three sessions, I was comfortable enough with her so that she was ableto get me to talk about my sexual experiences as a child, and about thefantasies I had then and now. Once I started sharing this intimate sexualmaterial with her, she urged me not to reveal the content of our sessionsto my wife "until you've been able to put all of this behind you," as sheput it.

I told her that this made me uncomfortable, as my wife and I were quiteopen with each other. The therapist replied that this is a very good signfor me, and explained that openness with ones partner is the key to a goodsexual relationship. But she added that the techniques she uses require usto establish a "very private, inviolable bond between client andtherapist," during this stage of our work, and that she would be happy towrite reports to my wife that would keep her satisfied that I was makingsatisfactory progress.

This didn't feel good to me, and I told her so, but she was able to conviceme to go along with her requirements. I again got that strange feelingthat she deeply understood me like no one ever had, and this persuaded meto yield to her request.

That day, I brought the note home to my wife, and we read it together. Itwas a clinical-sounding report explaining that I was making satisfactoryprogress, and that it was essential at this stage that I don't discussanything about my "condition" outside of the theraputic environment. Thetherapist stated that we should stop all sexual contact for the next"several weeks". She added that if my wife's needs became too strong,"masturbation is an effective and perfectly acceptable way to deal withthis temporary situation." I felt nervous when we were reading this, butmy wife seemed to have no problem with it and accepted it without question.She had already taken up masturbation, and she actually seemed relievedto be getting support for it from the doctor.

I felt relieved about this, as well, and this made me guilty. The next fewsessions I discussed my guilt with the therapist, and after a while she hadme convinced that I had nothing to worry about. "After all," she saidduring one session, "you'll get to discuss all this with your wife once youget past your so-called 'problem', and you'll see that it just brings youcloser together."

By then, I was accepting everything she was saying without reservation.

A few more sessions went by. By now, I was openly discussing my mostintimate sexual thoughts and desires with the therapist. I told her aboutthings I never admitted to anyone. She was professional, gentle, andsupportive of everything I told her. Every week or so she'd send me homewith another of her reports to my wife explaining that everything was goingwell and that I still shouldn't discuss anything about my "condition." Mywife never questioned any of this and just went on happily with hermasturbation.

It was then that I started to notice a change. At first it was subtle, butsoon, it was undeniable: I was beginning to get sexually aroused during mysessions. The therapist didn't seem to be doing anything to cause this,but more and more I was noticing her in a sexual way. As I'd speak to her,I'd notice her gorgeous legs or perhaps her full but firm breasts under hertop, and I'd start to feel the beginnings of an erection. This would scareme so much that I'd panic, causing my arousal to thankfully dissipate.

This went on for two or three sessions without her seeming to notice it.But then one day when I was getting particularly aroused and uncomfortable,she suddenly interrupted what I was talking about and said, "Let your penisget hard. Don't fight it."

The fact that she caught me getting turned on filled me with shame andextreme embarrassment. I'm sure I turned bright red, and I began tostammer nervously, "Um ... wha- what do you mean?"

"You know what I mean," she replied gently but firmly. "You're beginningto get turned on by me, and I don't want you to fight it."

I protested vehemently and denied everything. But she was just as firmabout insisting that she knew what I was going through and that if Iexpected to "get past this difficulty", I would have to be honest with herand acknowledge the effects she was having on me. "All of them," she addedin no uncertain terms.

I argued some more, but after a few minutes she had skillfully broken downmy resistance. Grudgingly at first, I admitted that I indeed found hersexually arousing, and that I had been trying hard to fight the realizationof this.

She explained that this was normal and that it was part of "the program".She calmly explained that her techniques involved a process where she would"slowly work myself deeper and deeper into your sexual being so that I canthen use my skill and expertise to build up your arousal in a new andpowerful way that I'm sure you've never experienced before. This willallow you to not only work through your current, minor sexual difficulties,but in addition, I will guide you to sexual heights you never thought werepossible."

With that, she paused and looked at me calmly, waiting for me to reply. Asshe was speaking, I felt a strange calmness and security, and I noticed mysexual arousal returning. I still fought it, but not as fervently asbefore. After a moment or two, I replied that I was very unsure andnervous about all this, and I felt quite guilty that she was the one I wasgetting aroused with instead of my wife.

She explained to me that this was quite normal, and that now that I reachedthis new stage in my therapy, I was well on the way to recovering myability to get aroused by my wife. We discussed this for a while, with herfinally saying, "I assure you that these new heights of sexual pleasure Iwill show you will be something that you'll be able to take back home toyour wife -- if you so choose."

Her "if you so choose," left me with a vague sense of uneasiness, but hercalming and intimate manner caused me to forget my concerns. She then saidthat my current sitution is a key stage in my therapy and it is verydelicate. She went on to say that she would call my wife after our sessionand, as she put it, "make sure she doesn't disrupt things."

When she said that, she gave an intimate, almost conspiritorial look, and Ifelt myself responding with a more powerful feeling of sexual arousal thanI had felt for her up until then. She noticed it and added in a soft,almost seductive voice, "Don't fight the pleasure I'm causing in yourpenis. Let it grow. Let it get long and hard for me."

I felt a wave of fear go through me, but I felt myself yielding to herwords. Soon, I had an erection, and it was pushing out the front of mypants.

"See," she said softly and gently. "With the right person and the rightstimulation, you don't have a problem at all. But you're still in theearly stages of this new sexual world I'll be teaching you about. Startingnext session, your training will begin in earnest. This is the end of ourtime today. I'll see you next Friday."

With that, she did something she hadn't ever done before: she got up andwalked out of the room. Usually, she just stayed in her seat as I left.As she walked away, I was fixated on her ass and hips, which she seemed toseductively gyrate. I assumed it was all in my aroused imagination.

Therapy Chapter 3:

My appointments were in the early evening after work, and I would always gostraight home after them. It only would take me a half hour or so to makethe drive, and the night of my latest, rather confusing session withStephany was no exception. I drove home without incident, and before long Iwalked through the front door of my home.

I was surprised that my wife wasn't around -- she normally watched theevening news at this time of night. I called to her without her answering,and then I figured that maybe she was taking a nap. But when I quietlycame into the bedroom, I was surprised at what I saw.

She was totally nude and she was thrusting her fingers in and out of hervagina. She had a faraway, lost expression on her face, and she was soabsorbed in what she was doing that she didn't even notice me come into thebedroom.

She was using both hands to stimulate herself, and she was furiouslypanting and gyrating on the bed. With each thrust, she was moaning, "Cunt... cunt ... cunt ..."

Although she had been masturbating regularly for several weeks by then, Ihad never seen her get this much into it. Normally, she would just take 5or 10 minutes to "relieve her urges" as she would put it, and this wouldalways be a fairly mechanical process.

I felt strangely detached and unaroused by all this. I just calmly watchedher work herself more and more into a frenzy until she finally broughtherself to by far the most powerful orgasm I had ever seen her experience.She literally screamed with pleasure as she bucked wildly on the bed andfuriously thrust her hands against her grating crotch.

After a short time her spasms subsided, and as she calmed down, shelanguidly opened her eyes and saw me standing there. "Oh ... hi," she saidabsently. "I didn't see you. How long were you there?"

"Oh, maybe 5 minutes," I replied, somewhat embarrassed at not letting herknow I was watching. "I guess I should have said something, but ... well,I didn't want to disturb you."

"Oh, that's OK," she replied distantly. "I doesn't matter."

Her attitude disturbed me. She always had been shy and modest. She neverused language like "cunt", not even in the midst of our lovemaking, and shecertainly never behaved so shameless about her arousal. But what was themost disquieting was her lack of embarrassment at me seeing her this way --that was very much out of character for her.

I hesitantly and gently asked her about this change in her, and this causedher to act as if she suddenly woke up, and she became just as confusedabout the whole thing as I was. She explained that Stephany had calledher and explained to her that I had reached a new, delicate phase in mytherapy, and that she was very encouraged by my progress. The therapistwent on to explain to my wife that it was more important than ever thatwe don't disturb my "delicate balance" if the therapy was to succeed.

My wife was relieved to hear of my progress, and she was very understandingabout this. She told me that she was about to say goodbye and hang up whenthe therapist asked her if her long sexual abstinence was difficult forher. She explained to the therapist that it sometimes was, but that sheunderstood that these things take time. The therapist then asked her howher masturbation was going, and my wife said that she soon found herselfsharing all sorts of intimate details about it with Stephany. She saidthat she felt much more comfortable discussing this than she had expected.

I thought to myself that this is just the effect the doctor was having onme, but I didn't share that with my wife in fear of violating the doctor'sinstructions about sharing anything about the theraputic experience.

My wife went on to explain that after a few minutes of openly discussingher masturbation, Stephany asked her if she was feeling aroused rightthen. My wife replied that in fact she was, and explained to me how shedescribed to the Doctor how it felt. After a short time, she found herselfgetting more turned on than she could ever remember feeling, and with thedoctor's encouragement, she began to play with herself. She said that shevaguely remembers hanging up the phone, and the next thing she knew she wascumming wildly, and then a moment later she noticed me standing there.

All this was vaguely disturbing to me, but for some reason, I couldn'tfocus my mind on what was bothering me. Then my wife said something else:"You know," she added with slight confusion, "I just remembered one otherthing Stephany said. It was right before we hung up. She said, 'If youever find yourself worrying about Mark [ me ], just let it go and giveyourself what I know you need. He's doing just fine.' I didn't thinkabout it at the time, but now I feel kind of wierd about that."

It made me feel uneasy too, as it made me realize what had just beenbothering me: the therapist seemed to be sexually seducing my wife into notworrying about what was going on between me and the therapist. I feltguilty about this, but for the first time in my life, I decided to bedevious to my wife and play dumb.

"What's wierd about that for you?" I asked.

"I'm not sure," my wife said, still a bit confused. "I can't put my fingeron it."

Apparently Stephany had given my wife some sort of suggestion to notthink or worry about this. Normally, this would have gotten me outraged,and I would have rushed to my wife's rescue. But all I felt was a smallamount of guilt, some vague uneasiness, and a deep sense of relief that thedoctor was seeing to it that my sexual feelings for her wouldn't bediscovered by my wife.

"Well," I replied calculatingly. "Maybe you were just uneasy becauseof the fact that you were talking to her about your masturbation. You_are_ rather private about that, you know."

She looked up at me with pained suspicion for a second or two, but then herexpression changed to one of calm acceptance, and she said, "Yeah ... Iguess that's it. I guess I'm just surprised that I was so comfortable withher. She must be a pretty good doctor, huh?"

I agreed with her cheerfully, and then my wife laughed and admonished mejokingly not to discuss my therapy, per my therapist's instructions. Shethen dropped the subject and we got ready for dinner.

Therapy Chapter 4:

A few times over the next couple days I was beset with deep guilt about howI felt and reacted to my wife that night I had come home and found hermasturbating. During my next session I discussed all of this withStephany, including my suspicions that she had hypnotized my wife to not payattention to what was going on in therapy.

To my surprise, the doctor admitted everything. "Yes, I did hypnotizeher," she said. "I wanted to keep her from being curious or suspiciousabout what we're doing here in therapy, so I gave her a suggestion not toworry about anything and to accept everything you tell her about oursessions. Then, I reinforced this with some very powerful sexualsuggestions. How to you feel about this, Mark?"

"Well," I replied, unsure of myself. "I guess I'm kind of uneasy about it,but, well, I don't know. For some reason, this doesn't bother me much,although I keep thinking somehow that it should."

"That's very good, Mark," she replied reassuringly. "This means thatyou're progressing really well. But I mean that question to be moreimmediate for you."

"I'm not sure what you mean."

She looked at me for a moment, and she then went on. "OK. I'll put itslightly differently for you. First, take a deep breath and focus on yourbody and how it feels right now."

This is something she had asked me to do many times in the past, and I didwhat she said.

"Good," she said. "Now keep focusing on your body and whatever sensationsyou might be having, and then think about the question I'm about to askyou."

She paused again and I nodded.

"OK. Now Mark, answer this truthfully: think about how your wife lookedto you when she was masturbating the other night. Imagine it."

I nodded.

"Good," she continued. "Now tell me -- did you feel any sexual arousalwhen you saw her?"

I wanted to be able to say I did, but no matter how much I tried, I had tobe honest and tell her that I didn't feel anything like that.

"That's good, Mark. That's very good," she replied, surprising me.

"Now," she continued. "Think about this, and please answer just astruthfully."

I nodded.

"OK," she went on. "Picture your wife masturbating again. Now, focuson your sexual sensations, and answer this: how do you feel knowing thatI made her act that way?"

I suddenly felt some sexual arousal, and I hesitatingly admitted thatto her.

"Good. That's very, very good, Mark. So it really turns you on when youthink about how I made your wife become obsessed with her masturbation andsexual arousal, correct?"

I sheepishly admitted she was right.

"And it turns you on all the more," she continued, "to know that I alsomade her not suspect anything about your sexual feelings towards me.Right?"

I nodded reluctantly.

"Feel your penis growing in your pants," she whispered hypnotically.

I suddenly noticed that I had a semi-erection that was still growing.

"Yield to the feelings," she droned. "Everything that happens herebetween us is private. No one will know but us. Not even yourwife. And if she ever does suspect, I'll make her get totally lostin her masturbatory obsession. Remember how absorbed in her pleasureshe was the other night, Mark?"

I nodded, spellbound.

"Well, I can get her even hotter than that, and for much longer," she said."I can get her so wrapped up in her obsessive pleasure that I couldmasturbate you to orgasm right in front of her and she won't even notice.Look at your penis, Mark. It's starting to grow in your pants."

I looked and saw myself with the beginnings of an erection slowly pushingout the front of my pants. I became quite embarrassed, and I started tofidget and attempt to cover it up.

"No, Mark," Stephany said, gesturing me to stop trying to hide mygrowing hard-on. "Take a deep breath and relax. Don't fight yourerection. Let it just happen. Let yourself show it to me."

I had gotten so that I pretty much trusted the Doctor, and I more or lesscalmed down and did what she asked. I felt throbbing sexual pleasure in mypenis as the Doctor looked at me with an enigmatic expression on her face.

"Now, Mark," she said after a moment. "Your penis is starting to fullyrespond again, which should give you cause for optimism about yourdifficulties. But you must also not forget that this is a very criticalphase of your therapy. It's extremely important that your wife doesn'tinterfere, no matter how good her intentions are. And as I'm sure youcould see, I didn't cause her any pain or discomfort. On the contrary, I'msure I was able to cause her to experience more sexual pleasure than sheever experienced before."

When she said this, she suddenly looked very sexy to me, and I began tofeel even more sexual pleasure as I sat there. Stephany seemed to sensethis, and she said, "The thought of me turning your wife on so powerfullyis starting to get you aroused, isn't it?"

I felt fear at her accurate perception, and at first I looked down,embarrassed to answer.

"Don't fight it," she said, almost in a whisper. "Feel your penis grow inyour pants. I want it to get long and very, very hard for me."

I felt myself yielding to her words, and soon I was totally erect.

"That's it," she whispered. "Now just look at me and feel the pleasure inyour pants."

I looked up and gazed at her. She was just sitting motionless in front ofme, but there was something about her facial expression or perhaps the wayshe was sitting that made her look extremely sexy. I felt my cockthrobbing.

"Now," she whispered. "I think it's time for your penis to become softagain."

With that, I felt my erection slowly subside along with my arousal.

After I was totally soft again, she resumed speaking in her normal,professional manner. "It's important that you totally yield control ofyour sexual responses to me. I'm very proud of you, Mark," she said."You're yielding very well to me already."

I smiled, and then she asked me to continue telling her about my guiltconcering my wife. She discussed it with me for several minutes,reassuring me that I have nothing to be concerned about, because, "soonenough you'll be able to satisfy her again -- if you so choose."

There was that "if you so choose" phrase again. Again, I felt uneasy aboutit, and this time I realized why and told her what bothered me: I wasconcerned that Stephany was somehow leading me away from wanting my wifeany more. I worriedly told her how cold and detached I was while watchingmy wife masturbate in such a hot, frenzied manner, and how I almostguiltlessly manipulated her to not think about what disturbed her aboutwhat the therapist had told her on the phone.

"It's normal for you to worry about this at this stage of your therapy,"Stephany replied. "But I want you to realize that I didn't mean what youthought I meant when I said 'if you so choose'. I said that on purpose: Iwant to emphasize that your shouldn't feel any performance anxiety aboutpleasing your wife. 'If you so choose,' simply means that you are underabsolutely no pressure or time constraints to get hard for her. It canhappen whenever the time is right, and I'm just trying to encourage you tolet go and allow things to happen more naturally. Do you understand?"

I found myself wanting to believe her, and I nodded affirmatively.

"Good," she said. "So just remember that what I did and what I might doagain to your wife is simply in the interest of allaying any fears that shehas, and to keep her from upsetting the delicate situation we're creatinghere for you. If you allow me to guide you through this very criticalphase of your learning, you'll see how sexually rewarding and arousing ourwork will be for you. I'm sure you don't want to jeopardize that, Mark,right?"

I agreed with her.

"Very good," she replied. "You're really starting to respond well to whatI'm teaching you. Now that you have so successfully dealt with all thisuncertainty and anxiety, I think it's time for you to move on to the nextlevel. Do you think you're ready for what's next?" she asked.

Therapy Chapter 5:

Stephany was causing me to experience some disturbing but highlyerotic sensations. She had me both aroused and confused at the sametime. As I sat before her, fidgeting with uneasiness and at the sametime sporting a raging hard on, she asked me if I was ready for what'snext.

"Well ... I don't know ..." I replied uncertainly. "I have no idea what... what the next level is. But ... well, I suppose I'm ready."

She looked at me critically and then nodded. "Yes ... I think you _are_ready. Now Mark," she said after a short pause, "I'm going to ask you aseries of questions. Some of these questions might make you uneasy oruncomfortable. But this is the way you're supposed to feel, and youshouldn't worry about this. OK?"

I nodded affirmatively.

"Good. Now I expect you to answer each question. I want you to take yourtime and answer it honestly. You might feel like hiding or lying in somecases. As I said, this is normal and is to be expected, and you shouldn'tfeel bad about it if you feel like doing that. OK?"

I nodded again.

"Fine. So because it's perfectly normal for you to want to hide or to lie,please take your time answering every question. I want you to take 10slow, deep breaths after I ask each question before you answer it -- evenif it's a question you're not uncomfortable with, take the 10 breathsanyway. Then, answer slowly, carefully, and honestly. Is all this clearto you so far?"

I said that it was.

"Good. And before we start, there's one last thing: don't worry about whyI'm asking these particular questions. Just remember that I know exactlywhat I'm doing, and this is an integral part of your therapy. Justconcentrate on giving me accurate answers. OK? Is all this clear?"

I nodded.

"OK. So now, here's my first question. Take a deep breath and concentrateon looking at me. That's it. Now remember: don't rush to answer this, andbe completely truthful. My question is: would you like to look at my nakedbreasts?"

I felt a wave of fear and embarrassment. I wanted to quickly deny what sheasked, and I felt myself struggling between keeping quiet and blurting outmy denial. She saw my struggle and said, "Now don't rush to answer. Justtake a deep breath. Go ahead. Uh-huh. That's good. A deep breath. Justthink about my question -- think about whether you'd like to see mybreasts. Take another deep breath. Good. Now remember -- this is justfor your therapy. Nothing bad is going to happen. Just think of youranswer -- your totally honest answer. It won't bother me no matter whatyou say. Now take another deep breath -- that's it."

As she gently and calmly guided me through one breath after another, myurge to lie and to escape subsided. By the time I had finished taking mytenth breath, I was ready to acknowledge my desire: "Yes," I said somewhatnervously, "I ... I would enjoy looking at your ... at your breasts."

She smiled at me and said, "Good! See -- that wasn't as bad as you feared,was it?"

"No -- no it wasn't," I replied, "but it still was very hard. I feltmyself resisting and trying to ..."

She gently cut me off with a gesture. "Shhhh -- don't talk about it now.We can discuss it later, after we've gone through all my questions, if youwant. It's important that you don't talk except to answer these questions.OK?"

I nodded.

"Good. Now, relax and look at me -- that's it. Now, here's my nextquestion: would you like to see Karen -- my receptionist -- naked?"

I felt another urge to lie and to deny what she was asking, but this time,I caught myself and took the 10 breaths without any prompting. After I hadcompleted the breaths, I answered, just as nervously as before, "Yes. Ihave to admit that I would."

"That's very good, Mark," she replied, giving me another encouragingsmile. "It's important for your therapy that you're able to honestly admitall your sexual feelings. OK. Relax again and look at me -- good. Now,here's the next question -- listen very carefully to what I say and how Isay it, and remember, wait to answer -- take 10 full breaths. OK?"

I nodded apprehensively.

"OK," she said, her voice becoming coarse and hard. "Now here's thequestion: I made your wife get so hot that she couldn't control herself --she couldn't keep her hands off of cunt, and she had an uncontrollable urgeto make herself cum more deeply than she ever had experienced before. Youremember what she looked like. Now, would you like to see me make Karen tothat in front of you?"

I swallowed and noticed that my throat became dry. I felt veryuncomfortable as I the thought of what Stephany had done to my wife.When I thought about Karen doing that, though, I started to feel myselfbecoming aroused. I fought the arousal, but I did what the doctor askedand took the 10 breaths. Then, I answered in a small voice, "Yes -- I haveto admit that I would."

"That's good, Mark," she said gently and encouragingly. "That's very,very good. I notice your penis is beginning to get hard in your pantsagain. Let it grow long for me, Mark. Let it get really hard."

Stephany seemed to have gotten me conditioned to the point that I wouldget hard if she told me to do so. Soon I had another erection. It pushedout the front of my pants.

"That's very good, Mark," she said in a quiet, intimate, almost seductivevoice. "Feel it throb in your pants. Uh-huh. Now spread your legs --spread them wide so that your penis is pointing right at me. Go ahead --do it."

I hesitantly did what she asked. It made me feel more vulnerable but in astrange way, more aroused as well.

"That's very good, Mark. Now just stay in that position and get ready formy next question. OK: do you want to show me your nude, erect penis?"

I started to close my legs and blurt out a denial, but Stephany stoppedme. "No -- shhh -- don't talk. That's it. Take a breath. Good. Nowkeep your legs spread. It's OK. Do it. Take another breath ..."

She kept up this encouragement until I had taken 5 of the breaths. Then, Iwas calm enough not to require her guidance, and I completed the rest ofthe breaths while examining my reaction to her question. After the 10thbreath, I said, "Well -- I'm not sure. I don't think so -- I'm scared."

"That's OK, Mark," she replied gently. "I know it's difficult to admitsome of the things you feel deep inside of you. But don't worry about it-- you did your best."

I started to argue with her, to try to explain that she was wrong inthinking that deep down inside I really wanted to expose myself to her.But she cut me off with another gesture.

"Shhh -- don't fight it, Mark, and don't worry. Let it go. Take a fewmore breaths and let it go. That's it."

I took a few more deep breaths and noticed as I calmed down that I nolonger had an erection.

"You're doing really well, Mark", she said encouragingly after she sawthat I was calmer. Now, here's another question. Ready?"

I nodded.

"OK. Now think about my earlier question: when I asked you if you'd likeme to make Karen get uncontrollably turned on in front of you. Now listenvery carefully: would you like to squeeze your prick and make it cum allover her cunt, Mark?"

I swallowed, but I didn't feel as nervous. I knew what my answer would be,and I started taking the breaths. But before I got to my third breath,Stephany said, "You're doing good, Mark. You don't have to take 10 breathsany more. I can tell you're getting past your fear. From now on, justanswer as soon as I ask. I'll repeat my question: would you like tosqueeze your prick and make it cum all over Karen's cunt?"

"Uh-huh," I answered.

"Good. Would you like me to squeeze your prick for you and make you cumall over Karen's cunt?"

"Uh-huh," I said, my erection beginning to return.

"I can see that you would," Stephany replied, now with unmistakableseductiveness. "Your prick is growing again. Let it get really long andhard for me, Mark. So answer this: would you like it even more if I putsome lubricant all over your prick as I squeezed it?"

I swallowed and answered, "Yes."

"And while I was doing that," she continued, "would you like it if I alsoput lubricant all over my finger of my other hand and fucked you in the assas I jacked you off all over Karen's cunt?"

"Yes." My penis was totally erect now.

"Uh-huh," she continued. "And do you like the way I'm turning you on rightnow, Mark?"

I said I did.

"And would you like me to turn you on this way every time you see me,Mark?"

I hesitated, but then I had to admit that I did.

"I know you want that, Mark. That's good. That's very, very good. Nowwould you like to play with your penis right now, Mark?"

I hesitated again, but then I tentatively said that I did.

"Uh-huh. I know you do," she replied. "Now, I'm going to ask yousomething again: would you like to take your penis out of your pants rightnow and start jacking off for me?"

I hesitated once more, but I was very aroused, and I had to admit that shewas right on the mark. "Yes," I said nervously. "I guess I do."

"I _know_ you do, Mark," she corrected. "Do it now," she ordered. "Standup and pull down your pants. Now!"

I felt a surge of defiance at her domineering tone of voice. I just satthere.

"Don't fight it, Mark," she said gently but firmly. "We both know itturns you on even more when I order you to do it. And once you do what Isay, I'm going to do something that will get you even hotter." Her voicesuddenly became hard again: "Now get up off your ass, pull down yourfucking pants, and jerk off that hot prick for me. Now!"

I nervously stood up, dropped my pants, and with my hand shaking, took mypenis in my fist and started to pump it. I felt mortified, and yetsomehow, I was deeply aroused.

"Stroke your big prick," Stephany was saying. "Make your sperm shootout. This is just the beginning, Mark. Every time you come here I'mgoing to make you hotter and more aroused than the last time. Pretty soon,your prick will be hard from the moment you see me until our session isover. You have no idea how many times I'll make you cum. Uh-huh. Strokeyour penis. Masturbate for me. Make yourself squirt off."

She had me so hot I couldn't believe it. I was sweating and pantingand furiously stroking my penis.

She then gave me a lewd smile and began to unbutton her blouse.

"Keep jerking," she was saying. "Keep jerking and I'll show you my tits."

Soon, her blouse was completely unbuttoned and she took it off and laid iton the arm of her chair. Her breasts were full and firm, and I could seeher nipples pushing out through the sheer material of her bra. She reachedbehind her and unfastened her bra, but she held it up over her breasts.

"Now lay on the floor at my feet before I show you my tits," she ordered asshe stood up. "Do it now!"

I was so hot that I obeyed with only the slightest hesitation. Once I wason my back, she straddled me and bent over slightly. "That's it," she saidcoarsely. "Now aim your prick at your face and jack off all over yourbelly. Come on. Now!"

I quickly did what she said. "That's very good," she said condescendingly."You love it when I treat you this way. Now look at my tits and jack offall over yourself!" With that, she removed her bra and tossed it back onher chair. Her breasts looked so sexy, I could hardly stand it. She beganto play with her nipples with her fingers. The sight of this got me morearoused than I could remember.

"Uh-huh," she said lewdly as I began to cum. "Uh-huh! Squirt out yoursemen. Squirt it. Oooooh, yeah. Pump it all out all over you!"

Her lewd talk and the way she looked towering over me as she rubbed hernipples and breasts got me hotter than I could remember ever being. Iburning wave of pleasure began to fill my groin and began to feel my cumrising up the length of my cock.

The pleasure was extremely intense as I found myself furiously jacking offand shooting my semen all over my belly and chest. It felt so damn good Ididn't want it to ever stop!