3 comments/ 109031 views/ 4 favorites A Therapy Triangle By: papadog Copyright 1999 Del Edwards (a nom de plume) The first session was about what I had read it would be. She was taking a history. She sat in a comfortable-looking over-stuffed-chair after motioning me onto the couch. "Since the problem is sexual, we're gonna have to talk about sex. Make sense?" she said. Some of the time she used the matching footstool as a desk for her yellow note pad. Other times she crossed her legs and used her thigh as a desk. "How often do you masturbate?" she asked locking her eyes onto mine, daring me to lie. "Couple of times a week," told her. "How long do you take?" she asked. "Just a few minutes,' I responded. "I want you to start taking longer, a lot longer. We'll get back to that in a few minutes. Is it wrong to masturbate, morally wrong?" she continued. "If it is I've been bad a lot of times for a long time," I told her. She smiled "Can you differentiate between emotions such as fear and anger, pain and shame?" she asked, again locking her eyes onto mine. "I think so," I responded. She dropped her yellow pad and pen onto the footstool, rose from the chair and sat next to me on the couch. Her thigh was touching my thigh. She bent forward slightly and my eyes automatically went to the gap at the center of her blouse. She placed her hand in my crotch and asked, "What emotions are you feeling?" "Ahhh, oh fear maybe ... and some…some..." "Say it," she urged. "Shame!" I told her "And what else?" she insisted, her hand doing spider pushups in my groin "Anger," I responded flatly. Anger about what?" she asked. "That ... that you can put your hands on me and open me up like a can of sardines," I spit at her. She withdrew her hand, swung her thigh away so there was no contact between us and said, "You're a classic sexually-repressed, seriously damaged twentieth century male." She rose and returned to her chair. With her yellow pad on her thigh and her pen poised she said, "Tell me about your relationships with women, starting with your mother." She asked many questions and filled several pages of her yellow pad with notes. When she put the pad aside I knew we were about to move on to something else. 'Since you're not in a relationship at the moment we will need to address that first," she commented. "There are a couple of ways to deal with that. One is to use a surrogate," she said handing me a double folio of color photographs of an attractive young blond woman. In one photo she was dressed in baby doll pajamas sitting on a straightback chair with one leg tucked up under her. She was smiling directly into the camera. The other photo was more of a closeup showing her in a lacy red see-through garment of some kind, black stockings covering part of her thighs and lower legs pulled close to her chest. There was a come-hither expression on her face and her right nipple was clearly visible under the red lace. "That's the woman I have used several times because she is intelligent and follows directions well. She is also genuinely interested in helping men with their impotence. If you choose to go that route she gets eighty dollars for a fifty minute session." I blinked and nodded to Judith that I understood what she had just said. I was also aware of the thought that this was going to be more expensive than originally anticipated. "The other way is to engage me supplementally to perform the surrogate function. There are two advantages to that. First I charge only forty dollars an hour. I am not young and beautiful as she is. I don't have to make a living doing surrogate work so I can charge less. The second advantage is that if I fill both the therapist and surrogate roles I can not only guide the process but also observe your progress first hand. Likely it will go faster because of the integrated functions," she concluded. Judith was a striking woman in her own right. Maybe a few years older than me, maybe not. Tall and classy, streaks of silver in her radiant almost black hair, just a few pounds too many but they were well distributed on her frame, well spoken, and seemingly knowledgeable about the matter at hand. The idea of having sex with her appealed to me but I was sure that what she would have me doing wasn't even close to the vague fantasy I was having about her. "You'll need to make a decision about that in the next couple of days and let me know," she said. I nodded. I was taking her clothes off in my imagination, exploring the curves and planes of her body. She knew it. She smiled and a little discomfort moved through her body like a single wave on a calm pond. "One more piece of business for today," she announced. "I want you to lock the door," she said motioning toward her inner office door, take off all your clothes and spend at least twenty minutes masturbating before you ejaculate. Come into a couple of tissues and bring them to me in the waiting -room," she directed. She handed me a bottle of massage oil from her desk drawer and walked out of the room closing the door behind her. Thirty minutes later I was handing her the semen-wet tissues as she sat on the couch in the waiting room. She sniffed them and nodded her approval. Then she rose from the couch to get a psychologically equal position to me and said, "Do not masturbate or ejaculate until our next session. I want you to come in here primed and ready. Understand?' she said. I nodded. I saw inspiration light her. She held up her index finger and smiled as she stared at the open door to her office. Her finger came down and pointed toward the door. "Come in and sit down for a minute,' she said, the smile enlarging. She sat in her chair and propped her chin up on her fist. She motioned me into the chair at the end of her desk. "I'm known for being unconventional and getting results with my unorthodox methods. I take a good deal of pride in that." She was looking straight into my eyes. I felt the excitement of her stare and waited for her to finish. "What a coincidence ... would you be willing to interact with another of my clients? There would be specific rules to follow... limitations ... and behaviors that I would direct and require of both of you," she advanced. I was a bit bewildered by her question. She misread my hesitation and said, "Let me sweeten the deal a little. You two pay one surrogate fee to me to supervise the two of you. In exchange you both sign a release so I can author my improvisation into an article published in a professional journal." She saw that l was even more lost. "Look, I have this female client who has a particular problem that she wants to overcome. I want to match her with you. I believe that you two could aid each other in reaching your objectives," she enthused. "Well, I suppose..." I said uncertainly. "This would be a first. Can you agree to follow my directions explicitly," she urged. "Yes." "And you must agree that you will only contact her under my supervision," she implored. "Except for the first meeting," she added quickly. "Okay "Good. Let me see if I can get ahold of her," she said reaching for the phone. Judith Mason, Ph.D. reached a person named Kathy on the phone and explained to her just what she had gone through with me. 'Would you be willing to meet him for coffee in a public place to see if you might want to proceed with what I am proposing?' she asked Kathy. Judith sat straight up in her chair, waiting for a reply. Her body did an S wave when she heard the response. 'Good. He's right here. Let me put him on so you can arrange a meeting,' she cooed. Kathy was a slight woman with brown wavy hair that had a hint of auburn. Her thin nose, brown eyes and long neck somehow reminded me of a doe. Her posture, her manner, her dress and her attitude all spoke 'sophisticated lady. 'She was at least twenty years younger than I was. "I want my boyfriend to be my husband," she had said. "l want to learn to give a first class blow job. I have never been able to do that because I have an aversion to having penises in my mouth and them squirting cum down my throat,' she added. "I can't get it up and keep it up and come in the presence of a woman much less in her mouth or pussy,' I replied. There was a long pause. Both of us had just revealed our innermost frailty to the other. 'Maybe we can help each other," she suggested, her eyes narrowed to slits. 'You'll get some blow jobs but I'm not willing to have intercourse with you,' she added. I nodded acceptance of her terms and asked, "You wanta give it a try?" "What the hell, all we've got to lose is our hangups," she replied. We walked out of the coffee shop together. In the parking lot she turned and asked me if I thought Judith was a good therapist. I told her I barely knew the woman but she must have inspired some trust in both of us given what we had just agreed to do for each other. "I'll let her know,' Kathy volunteered. Kathy was in the waiting room when I arrived for my appointment. I smiled acknowledgement and she returned it. I was a week without sexual pleasure or release and wondered how long it had been for her. Of course she didn't have to be horny to do what she had agreed to do to me. Judith opened the door to the inner office and asked me to come in. She acknowledged Kathy's presence with a glance and closed the door behind us. I sat on the couch and was surprised when she seated herself beside me. 'Stretch out and put your head in my lap," she instructed. I did as she said. She stroked my forehead several times and told me to relax. "Concentrate on your breathing," she said. "I'm going to teach you abdominal breathing. It's a great relaxation technique.' She was looking straight ahead, not down at me. "Close your eyes and relax," she said. She began to slowly stroke my forehead and I felt the weight of her other hand alight on my belly over my navel. "l want you to push my hand up with your abdominal muscles as you breath in...no, belly out as you breathe in...you're chest breathing, that's no good. Belly out as you breathe in, that's it... again ... good.' The slow soothing strokes of her fingers on my forehead felt good. The rhythm of her hand caressing my forehead was synchronized to my breathing. I lost track of time. Her voice was calm and even. "I'm going to go out and sit with Kathy. I want you to totally disrobe and masturbate until you have a good erection. Then open the door just a crack. Kathy will have her instructions by then. It will be just the two of you in this room until one of you opens the door for me." It took awhile for me to raise a hardon. I kept getting sidetracked with the knowledge that there were two women on the other side of the door waiting for me to open it. Plus I had no idea what was coming next. When my dick was standing straight out I walked slowly to the door still stroking myself and opened it slightly. Then I moved back to the center of the room while maintaining my erection with slow strokes. Kathy slowly closed the door behind her. There was no smile on her face when she positioned the footstool in front of me and sat on it. She had removed the jacket of the tan gabardine suit. Her black blouse was unbuttoned all the way to her waist. I could see skin from her throat to the waistband of her skirt. "I'm going to wear your cum instead of a bra for the rest of the day," she said. "What I don't smear on my breasts I will lick off my fingers," she continued. Haltingly she extended her cupped hands until they were just under the head of my swollen dick. I stroked faster and longer and growled when my dick spit my cum in the palms of her hands. When she saw that I was done she rubbed her palms together and then slid one hand inside her blouse and stroked it across one breast. Withdrawing that hand she repeated the same motion with the other hand. Then she began to lick her fingers. She reminded me of a cat cleaning its paws. After I dressed I bid Kathy good bye. My guess was she was about to have a session with Judith since she was sitting on the footstool with her blouse still unbuttoned. I half closed the door to the inner office and waited for Judith to open the conversation. "How'd it go?" she asked. "She got what she asked for and put it where she wanted to," I replied, Judith nodded thoughtfully. "That's to desensitize her about contact with semen other than in her vagina," she commented. "What about you? You got off okay and you're happy about that?" "Yeah" I responded. "Good. I'm going to put you on an intensive schedule. Can you be here Friday at eleven?" The first part of that Friday session was the same. She stroked my forehead and had me push her hand on my abdomen up as I breathed in. After a few minutes she told me to sit up and move to the other end of the couch. She settled into her chair before she began to speak. "Both you and Kathy are beginning the process of doing a paradigm shift," Judith said. "That's what therapy is, changing the way you think, feel and then act about what ever is causing you a problem. I'm going to bring you along slowly, nice little steps that lead you to a new psychoemotional position. Keep that in mind when you find yourself reluctant or resistive to my directions it is because I am leading you to new ground. It is my analysis that you were terrorized by both of your parents, particularly by your father who was a very ignorant man. Then you replaced your mother when you went in search of a critical and demeaning woman to be your wife. And you found her. It took years ... you let her slam you, jam you, tell you that you were no good. You accepted everything she said because you were taught to revere women ... by your brutal father and by your controlling and shaming mother. They were but children emotionally, and they visited their wounds upon you, the helpless child. Then you married a beautiful woman who didn't know how to love herself. " "Eventually she went sour and projected her sexual shame and guilt onto you. You accepted it because that's the way it was in your family of origin. It was a repeat of the way you related to your mother and father. It was not a mature way of responding to her junk but it was the only thing you knew." "I am going to teach you that you have choices about how you respond to others who want to hand you their psycho-emotional junk. You have also formed an irrational resistance to marriage as the result of your experience. That's another goal in your treatment plan ... to bring you back to neutral about marriage." She rose out of her chair and pushed the footstool toward me. Easing onto the stool she told me to open my trousers and push them down past my knees. "Now your shorts," she said. I was more than slightly excited looking at her legs which she carelessly allowed to show from under her skirt which was at midthigh. She pulled on the single end of the bowknot between her ample breasts and caused the ruffled neckline of her white peasant-girl blouse to widen. Then she reached across her body with her left hand and brushed the blouse off her shoulder. I could see the uppermost portions of a substantial foundation garment and a lot of supported cleavage peeking out of the new, much lower neckline. "What we're doing today is preparation for a session we'll be having with Kathy in a couple of weeks. You masturbated and came for me and you jacked off into Kathy's hands. You have been successful both times you have been here. I want you to be comfortable with masturbating in front of me. I am not only a therapist; I am a woman....a sexual woman who can appreciate a big hard cock seeking her. That affirms me, confirms that I am an attractive and desirable woman. Masturbate for me until you are big and hard and ready," Judith Mason Ph.D. said. I did as she asked while I looked into the dark brown eyes of the woman on the footstool in front of me. When I was erect she told me to maintain my erection for twenty minutes without ejaculating. She went to her desk, picked up a white paper bag and returned to the footstool. The bag contained a Styrofoam cup filled with coffee and a custard- filled longjohn. Lasciviously she put one end of the cream stick in her mouth, sucked on it and then slowly bit into it as she stared at my shiny, slippery hard cock. After she sipped her coffee she would lick her lips and consume another bit of the pastry. Several times our eyes met and a little smile bloomed across her face. When she had finished her coffee and pastry she rose from the footstool again and went to her desk. She obtained a cigarette from it, lit up and turned to face me. Taking a deep drag she pulled at the bowknot of her black wraparound skirt with the other hand. With a little urging from her the skirt loosened and slid off her hips and landed around her feet. I saw white thigh- high stockings that ended with fancy white elastic lace at midthigh. Again she approached and sat on the footstool. She was nearly done with her cigarette when she said, "There, see how much pleasure you can find without having any contact with a woman? Put it away, we're done for today," she directed. "And leave it alone until you come back here again," she added pointing to my rigid penis. The next session on Tuesday started in the usual way. I found I was looking forward to Judith's touch and then to being encouraged to pleasure myself while two women waited for me to indicate I was ready to come. I stood in the middle of the room again, stroking myself as Kathy closed the door behind her. This time she was fully dressed. 'Go sit on the footstool," she said. I eased onto the footstool which had a white terrycloth cover over it. Kathy knelt before me and lubricated her right hand with baby oil. Using her left hand, she grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand down to my side. "Let me do that," she said as she began stroking my hard cock. I growled and groaned at the pleasure she was giving me with her hand. Her gaze was fixed on my yearning, taught cock. She increased the speed of her strokes and began repeating the same demand over and over ... "give it to me ... give it to me ... give it to me." The electric shivers shot through my whole body and my dick became the center of my being as the orgasm swept through me. She caught the white cream in her left hand. Still squeezing me with her right hand, she licked my cum out of her left hand and swallowed it. Then she gave the head of my cock a closed-lip kiss. 'Will you kiss me with your cum on my lips?" she asked. "Of course," I replied, realizing that I had never kissed this woman. She moved slowly and stayed on my lips until the penis in her hand faded to soft obscurity. I liked the woman's style, I decided. While I drove to the next session I reviewed my own progress. First time alone with Judith in the next room. Then I had jacked off into Kathy's hands. Next I jacked myself up but not off with Judith sitting just a few feet away watching me. Next Kathy had finished me off with her hand. What would today bring? I wondered. Judith and Kathy were sitting on the couch in the outer office. Judith told me to lock the outer door. When I turned back to them Judith commented, "This is going to be a big day for both of you. Kathy has been practicing swallowing a dildo for two weeks. She has pretty well overcome her gag reflex and today she is going to take as much of you as she can handle. What I want you to concentrate on is not thrusting while you are in her mouth. She will decide how much of you she can take. I will be using prostate massage to accomplish your ejaculation. Do you know what that means?" "Yeah, you're gonna stick your finger up my ass and pet my prostate to make me come," I replied. 'Exactly. There's some new ground for you too. Kathy will be in the office with you from the beginning. She will be teasing you visually and tactically ... showing you her legs, unbuttoning her dress, stimulating you with her hands and her lips. You will be completely nude and masturbate to full erection, then call me into the office. Understood?" Judith concluded. A Therapy Triangle I nodded and looked at Kathy. Her face was somber and her posture was rigid. She forced a little smile when she found me looking at her. "You are helping each other, that's why you're both here," Judith said as she reached out and put her hand on Kathy's shoulder. "Go help the man get a nice big hardon," she said looking intently into Kathy's eyes. A nervous grin appeared on Kathy's face. I let her proceed me into the office and half closed the door behind us. I stripped to the waist quickly and sat on the couch to remove my shoes and socks. Kathy sat on the footstool after she pulled the hem of her dress up around her hips. She displayed her fine legs by facing at right angles to me. Her pose was practiced and graceful. She reached out and stroked her thigh from her knee to her hip passing along the nylon-encased portion to the bare skin above the dark top of the elastic-topped stocking. I stood to remove my trousers and shorts. The oil bottle and a box of tissues were on the endtable. I lubricated myself and began the selfpleasuring. Kathy slowly unbuttoned the top four buttons of her dress revealing a shiny black satin bra under it. She beckoned to me and I moved closer to her. Her smile was more natural and relaxed as she reached up and cupped my balls in the palm of her hand. I felt the excitement rising between us and my penis was swelling toward aching itchy desire to be contained. Kathy swung her legs around so they were pointing at me and crossed them. She was pulling me toward her by my nuts when she called out, "Come in now, Judith!" I straddled Kathy's crossed legs and moved forward until my hard cock nearly touched her lips. Kathy used the tissues that Judith handed her to blot most of the oil from my cock, leaned forward and took several inches of me in her mouth as she urged me even closer by pulling on my nuts. Judith's finger invaded me and the fiery urgency of ejaculation was only a few seconds ahead. I was moaning and hoping Kathy would swallow all of me. I looked down and saw her lips near the base of my cock. I wasn't just in her mouth. I was down her throat. I could feel her swallowing. I screamed and heard it trail off into a moan. Kathy was still locked onto me and I knew I was totally in love with her even as Judith withdrew her finger. Or maybe I was in love with Judith's finger. I even considered what it would be like to come down Judith's throat while she had her finger up my ass. Perhaps she would take just the head in her mouth like she was taking the first few licks of an ice cream cone. Kathy drew her head back and let my swollen stiff dick swing heavily before her face. I realized my thigh muscles were quivering and took a short step back Judith entered my consciousness from the left. I heard her say, "We kinda used you today so Kathy could take her next step but your time will come." The intensity of the last session was still rolling around in my mind when I arrived at Judith's office. Again I enjoyed Judith stroking my forehead and the touch of her hand on my belly. I pleased her with my efforts to breathe as deeply as I could. I had the secret hope that her hand would slide down lower and grasp my dick. But she left me with instructions to undress and masturbate until I was hard and then call Kathy into the room by opening the door just a crack. I did so. Kathy was fully dressed. It was an intricate birdseye print dress of very thin silk. And there was just a hint of very brief panties and a next-to-nothing bra under it. The black stockings and spike-heeled sandals completed the ensemble. "You look good enough to eat," I groaned at her. She smiled and seated herself on the footstool, pulled the hem of her dress up to her hips and spread her legs. I could see the dark elastic tops of her stockings. I had an open-eye, swollen-head, blue-veined erection that pointed straight at her. 'Come here and come in my mouth,' she whispered. I stepped into the vee between her open legs and offered my hard cock to her. She used a tissue to pat most of the oil from me and took just the head in her mouth. I stroked the shaft and mightily wanted to feel her lips and tongue pleasuring me. 'Use your tongue on the underside," I begged her. She began slowly then increased her pace. The burning sensation in the head of my screaming hard dick demanded satisfaction. I let her flickering tongue draw me over the edge into ecstasy. She sucked me dry and finally I had to pull away because her sucking became painful. She smiled up at me and said, "I just got everything you had, huh?' She was glowing with satisfaction. "Yes, you did," I admitted to her. She looked as happy and pretty as I had ever seen her. The routine was the same for the first part of the next session but this time. Judith told me to just undress and signal them by slightly opening the door. Kathy was dressed the same as the last time. Judith followed her into the room and sat gently in her overstuffed chair. "This is it, huh?" I said. 'Maybe," Judith responded, "maybe she'll need more practice. Sit on the footstool please." Kathy used both hands to raise the hem of her dress to around her waist. Her thighs above the dark tops of the thigh-high stockings were smooth and creamy white. The black bikini panties were barely enough to cover her sex. "What a taught, beautiful body you have," I said to her. She moved close to me and eased herself onto her knees in front of me. "That compliment will get you a blow job," she whispered. Judith was close by instructing Kathy on the finer points of making love to a man. "Very gently, take his balls in your hands and explore them. Get to know them. You probably never have done that, have you?" she said. "No, I haven't." Kathy said glancing up at me. "Take one testicle and put it in your mouth, explore it," I heard Judith say. "Be very gentle. You could hurt him quite badly by squeezing too hard there. Put more pressure on him. He'll let you know when it hurts.' And I did "Memorize that amount of mouth pressure and never go near it again when you have a man's testicle in your mouth," Judith admonished her. "Now use your hand on the other testicle," she instructed. Kathy did well and was gentle the second time. I announced the beginning of pain and Judith again told her to memorize the amount of pressure she was using. "I'm sorry that I hurt you," Kathy said. I could see the regret in her eyes as well as hear it in her voice. "Now I'm going to teach you the tug," Judith said. She explained that 'the tug' is used to retard ejaculation thus lengthening a man's pleasure. She had Kathy form an "O" with the thumb and forefinger of her left hand. Then Judith touched the palm of Kathy's hand with her fingers and told her that the man's testicles would be there. "Try it," she said. I moved toward the edge of the footstool and spread my legs. First Kathy turned her hand palm out with her thumb down. Judith told her to turn her hand over so she could slide her thumb and forefinger around the base of my sack. 'Oh, now I see," she said. "Yeah, his balls are in the palm of my hand," she said. "I gotcha by the balls," she giggled. "Yes, you do," I told her. "Now gently pull but don't squeeze," Judith directed. "If you do that and stop the stimulation to his penis, you can literally pull him back from an orgasm. Keep your grip from the very beginning because when a man becomes aroused his testicles ascend into his body and it's very difficult to get the grip without hurting him," she added. "There's more to this than I thought. You are good blow job instructor," she said as she maintained her grip and petted my balls with her other hand. Her flashing eyes were locked on mine and I was aware of the beginnings of an erection. Judith was speaking about how sensitive a man's penis was when it was erect when Kathy took my half hard dick in her hand and began to rhythmically squeeze and release. "Do you like that?" she asked. There was a glow on her face and her brown eyes sparkled with excitement. "Ohooo, yes," I responded. "Take him in your mouth," I heard Judith tell her. Kathy bent forward and took the head in her mouth. She tongued the underside of the head and stroked the shaft with her fingers at the same time. "Yesss. Goooood," I told her. "Stop and tug," I ordered thirty seconds later. "Am I doing okay?" she asked as she lifted her eyes to mine. "Yeah, great," I told her. I could see warm amusement in her eyes. "Suck me hard again and I'll tell you when to tug," I added. Kathy resumed the stimulation. Her eyes flickered up to mine twice, inquiring if it was time to tug yet. I guess she was afraid she was going to miss the signal. I monitored the intensity of the pleasure and knew I was being drawn toward an explosion of electric ecstasy. "Tuuuug! ", I moan at her. She repeated the cycle several more times, filling up probably twenty minutes of the fifty-minute session. She was still holding my sack firmly when I begged her, "No more tugs, suck me off!" I screamed when I came in her mouth. Judith spoke from her chair. "You both did very well. See you next week." Judith was alone in her office when I arrived for the session a week later. The way she was dressed struck me as different than anything I had seen her wear in the past ... the black business suit was quite conservative but there was no blouse under the jacket, just skin and obviously a substantial bra, given that she was a full figured woman. The white stockings and red high heels seemed out of place, flamboyant, almost tarty. She motioned me into the inner office and announced, "Kathy's out sick so we're going to work on some behavior modification and guided imagery." I shrugged signaling my ignorance. "We'll start it out the same as usual," she said settling at one end of the couch. She patted her lap and I lay on the couch with my head in her lap. In five minutes I was feeling calm and comfortable, breathing deeply. She stopped stroking my forehead and said, "Good, get your clothes off and masturbate until you're erect." When I sat up she moved off the couch, obtained the bottle of massage oil from her desk and placed it next to the box of tissues on the end table. Then she left the inner office and closed the door behind her. I suppose it was the uncertainty of not knowing what was coming next. I kept telling myself that the woman seemed to know what she was doing and I should just go along with the program. Still it took several minutes longer than before to work myself up to the 'standing straight out' condition she wanted. When I accomplished it, I moved to the door and opened it slightly. She entered, closed and locked the door behind her, gazed at me stroking myself and smiled. "Ummm, very nice," she said as she moved closer and her eyes fixed on my hard cock. Then she settled at the end of the couch again and with a gesture invited me to resume my prone position with my head in her lap. She asked, "Wouldn't you like to make some noise to let me know how really great that feels?" "Yeaaaah, I guess," I responded. 'No words, just animal sounds," she said with a smile. "AaaahMiha Oooohhhh," I told her. "That's good, let's hear more," she urged, "Uuuhhk uuhh, aaahhw ooohhh, Doohhh, Eeeeee!" I said. "Well, we've just changed your behavior from silence to sounds of pleasure. See how easy that was?" she said. "Unnnnh," I answered, continuing my pleasure. "Sit up and we'll move on to the next step," she instructed. She went to her desk and opened a large plastic bag. From it she took something made of white netting and artificial white flowers. After she placed it on her head I recognized it as a veil that would go with a wedding dress. The netting reached nearly to her waist and was a totally incongruous contrast to the black business suit she was wearing. "Oh, keep yourself up and I want to hear how it feels," she said as she pushed her footstool ahead of her toward me. I resumed stroking my half-hard penis. It began to swell and the pleasure became more intense. I moaned and our eyes met. "Close your eyes and make all the noise you want. I'm going to guide you through some imagery between your sounds," she announced as she settled onto the footstool. "Aaaaah!" I told her as I closed my eyes. "I want you to imagine you are arriving at the office of an attractive woman who has promised you great sexual pleasure. You walk into her office and lock the door behind you. She is wearing exactly what I am wearing. Can you see all of that in your mind's eye?" she said. I felt her warm hand touch my knee and slowly move up the inside of my left thigh. "Oooohh yes," I replied. "Good. Next she asks you to disrobe and masturbate until you are stiff enough to enter her. She tells you how exciting it will be for her to watch you do that. You do as she asks and notice that she is breathing rapidly as she stands before you. You see her working with both hands behind her back and suddenly her skirt becomes slack around her hips. She uses both hands to push it down her hips and it falls around her feet. She whispers that your growls and moans of pleasure are so exciting to her that her crotch is wet. Are you with me?" Judith asked. "Uuunnnn, aaah!" I responded. "She tells you that if you come in her while she is wearing a wedding veil that you will be committed to and must marry her and forever be under her control. Are you in the word picture I am painting for you?" she asked. "Aaaaah, Oooooh!" I replied "And then you regain your sanity and defy her assertion. "Noooo! Not married just panting to put it in you," you tell her. "She tries again, telling you that if you come in her mouth you will be married to her and responsible for her welfare forever." "Nooooo!" I heard myself say to her. "Not like that!" "Good! You let Kathy jerk you off and you came in Kathy's mouth and you're not committed to or married to her, right? "Yeeeesss," I heard myself say. "And if you come in me while I am wearing a wedding veil, will you be committed to me or married to me?" she quizzed. "Nooooo," I squalled at her. "Do you want to fuck me?' she asked. "Yesss,' I groaned at her from the darkness behind my own closed eyelids. "But I'm your therapist, not your lover," she replied I was gently massaging just the head of my aching cock. I knew I was very close to coming. "I want to fuck the woman you described. You said she was dressed just like you are," I hissed at her. "Open your eyes and check it out, "she directed She was pushing her skirt down her hips when I opened my eyes. The white suspender straps of the garterbelt attached to the fancy tops of her white stockings were a stark contrast to the jacket of the black business suit. She also wore lacy white garters with a black velvet centers over her stockings at mid-thigh. Planting the glossy red high heels two and a half feet apart she spread the lowest part of the jacket to reveal her sex to me. She was bare ... shaved. Her glistening foamy lips seemed to smile as she slowly moved toward me. She stepped onto the couch with one knee and then the other, straddling my thighs. After perching there for several seconds she slowly lowered her hips, pushing my hand aside as my swollen, yearning cock slid full up into her. She smiled. "If you fuck me we will be together forever, I will own your soul," she breathed. "No, if I fuck you we will have fucked," I countered. She grinned and began to fuck me, very slowly. Then I began to fuck her, also very slowly, taking the beats between her motions to thrust slightly and then withdraw. I increased the length and speed of the beautifully pleasant strokes and the itch in the head of my aching cock increased. "You don't want to come right away, do you? Let me continue the therapy, make you really ache," she said as she pinched my nipples. "Stop moving and let me fuck you for awhile," She smiled. I did as she directed. Sometime later, maybe 20 seconds or two minutes later she spoke again. "Oh, oh I'm having a hard time maintaining my composure ... you're so stiff and so big. I just waaaa!" she breathed. Then she became utterly still. Her glassy eyes gazed at something thousands of miles away and I felt her vagina grip my cock firmly. A minute later she was apologizing for what happened. "Some therapist, huh? It wasn't supposed to happen that way. I am sorry. I thought I had taken enough of the edge off. I'm so sorry," she said 'You were being the woman you described, that's all. Forget it. Just fuck me some more," I told her. And she did. Slowly at first. Then with a cadence that took me slowly up the steps of pleasure until I burst inside her. 'Take it all!" I screamed at her as I slammed up into her again and again. A week later Kathy was sitting in the outer office with Judith when I arrived for my appointment. Judith motioned me into the inner office and instructed me to disrobe. Then she installed a thin black leather dog collar around the base of my scrotum. She had wrapped it around twice and buckled in snuggly. My balls bulged below the strap. She went to her desk and got a leash that she fastened to the ring of the collar. Then she called to Kathy to come into the room. Kathy was wearing her usual dress but also wore a silver studded black leather collar around her neck. A dog leash was attached to the collar and the end of the leash was dragging on the floor behind her. "Frankly she can't afford my fees but does need treatment so she has agreed to be submissive and silent for the hour following her session. It has been that way since her very first visit here. She will obey me without making a sound," Judith said. Then she took hold of Kathy's leash and tugged it twice and said, "Take off your panties." I saw Kathy raise her skirt and push her panties down her legs and step out of them. "I want the same kind of submissive silence from you," she rasp. When I looked at Kathy she was expressionless. The muscles at the comers of Judith's mouth were twitching and she was breathing fast. "If you agree hand me the end of your leash," she croaked. When I handed her my leash she tugged on it twice, pulled her skirt up around her waist and commanded, "Take off my panties." I knelt, hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties and slid them down her legs and held them so she could step out of them one foot and then the other. She let her skirt fall back into place. With a leash in each hand she led us to the couch. "Down," she commanded. Kathy pulled up her dress so she wouldn't be kneeling on it and sank to her knees in front of the couch. Judith turned her attention to me, gently tugged on my leash and said, "Stroke it, get it up, you're gonna love this." She stepped over Kathy's leash with one leg and held it behind her as she sat on the couch in front the kneeling woman. Pulling on the leash she drew Kathy's head down toward her crotch as she slouched down so her hips were at the edge of the couch. Kathy pushed Judith's skirt up and began licking the top of her slit. "Kathy and I had a discussion recently about her having intercourse with you. She said she wouldn't do it for a thousand dollars. Oh, Kathy yes...that's goood! She has no choice, she must be silent and submissive while she is paying for her therapy session ... aaah, oooh Kathy!" Figure it out. You pay me a hundred and twenty five dollars for each session, so a thousand bucks is eight sessions. Yesss Kathy dooo thaaat more! Pull up her dress and drape it across her back so you can see what a thousand-dollar piece of ass looks like." Kathy's head was bobbing in Judith's crotch. A woman knows what a woman wants, I thought to myself. Judith instructed me to take my leash and extended it between Kathy's legs so she could grasp it. I was fully erect, kneeling behind Kathy. "If you really like Kathy give her the gift of a grand of therapy. Stick it in her and come while you loooook into my eyes ... eye ... aye ... aaaah! See, she's trying to get me off to keep yewwww from fucking her! Judith was tugging on my leash, pulling me closer and closer to Kathy's cunt. I entered Kathy slowly until I was fully buried in her. I searched my entire experience and found nothing to match the sweet perfect warmth and containment that I felt in the present moment. I lay forward across her back so my mouth was close to her ear. "Do you want me to be where I am in you," I whispered to her. Her head went slowly from side to side, saying No. A Therapy Triangle With both hands I grasp my leash and ripped it back into my own possession. Later reflection reasoned that it was at that moment that my dick came out of Kathy. Again I used both hands to tear her leash loose from Judith's crotch and cheeks. The expression on Judith's face was a combination of surprise and pain. "She's crazier than both of us put together," I said to Kathy as I unbuckled the collar around her neck. "Let's get the hell out of here," I told her. In the late afternoon of that day Kathy finally unbuckled the dog collar around my nuts and demanded that I come in her mouth after teasing me hard and then letting me fade a dozen or two times since noon.