therapy chapter 5

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

"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 a series of questions. Some of these questions might make you uneasy or uncomfortable. But this is the way you're supposed to feel, and you shouldn't worry about this. OK?"

I nodded affirmatively.

"Good. Now I expect you to answer each question. I want you to take your time and answer it honestly. You might feel like hiding or lying in some cases. As I said, this is normal and is to be expected, and you shouldn't feel 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 10 slow, deep breaths after I ask each question before you answer it -- even if it's a question you're not uncomfortable with, take the 10 breaths anyway. Then, answer slowly, carefully, and honestly. Is all this clear to you so far?"

I said that it was.

"Good. And before we start, there's one last thing: don't worry about why I'm asking these particular questions. Just remember that I know exactly what I'm doing, and this is an integral part of your therapy. Just concentrate 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 concentrate on looking at me. That's it. Now remember: don't rush to answer this, and be completely truthful. My question is: would you like to look at my naked breasts?"

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

As she gently and calmly guided me through one breath after another, my urge to lie and to escape subsided. By the time I had finished taking my tenth breath, I was ready to acknowledge my desire: "Yes," I said somewhat nervously, "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 felt myself 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 you want. 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 next question: 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 had completed the breaths, I answered, just as nervously as before, "Yes. I have to admit that I would."

"That's very good, Mark," she replied, giving me another encouraging smile. "It's important for your therapy that you're able to honestly admit all 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 I say 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 the question: 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 urge to make herself cum more deeply than she ever had experienced before. You remember what she looked like. Now, would you like to see me make Karen to that in front of you?"

I swallowed and noticed that my throat became dry. I felt very uncomfortable as I the thought of what Stephany had done to my wife. When I thought about Karen doing that, though, I started to feel myself becoming aroused. I fought the arousal, but I did what the doctor asked and took the 10 breaths. Then, I answered in a small voice, "Yes -- I have to 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 pants again. Let it grow long for me, Mark. Let it get really hard."

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

"That's very good, Mark," she said in a quiet, intimate, almost seductive voice. "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 a strange way, more aroused as well.

"That's very good, Mark. Now just stay in that position and get ready for my 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 stopped me. "No -- shhh -- don't talk. That's it. Take a breath. Good. Now keep 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, I was calm enough not to require her guidance, and I completed the rest of the breaths while examining my reaction to her question. After the 10th breath, 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 admit some 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 in thinking 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 few more breaths and let it go. That's it."

I took a few more deep breaths and noticed as I calmed down that I no longer had an erection.

"You're doing really well, Mark", she said encouragingly after she saw that 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 like me to make Karen get uncontrollably turned on in front of you. Now listen very carefully: would you like to squeeze your prick and make it cum all over 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 breaths any more. I can tell you're getting past your fear. From now on, just answer as soon as I ask. I'll repeat my question: would you like to squeeze 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 cum all over Karen's cunt?"

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

"I can see that you would," Stephany replied, now with unmistakable seductiveness. "Your prick is growing again. Let it get really long and hard for me, Mark. So answer this: would you like it even more if I put some 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 also put lubricant all over my finger of my other hand and fucked you in the ass as 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 right now, 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. Now would 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 you something again: would you like to take your penis out of your pants right now and start jacking off for me?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Stroke your big prick," Stephany was saying. "Make your sperm shoot out. This is just the beginning, Mark. Every time you come here I'm going 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 is over. You have no idea how many times I'll make you cum. Uh-huh. Stroke your penis. Masturbate for me. Make yourself squirt off."

She had me so hot I couldn't believe it. I was sweating and panting and 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 it on the arm of her chair. Her breasts were full and firm, and I could see her nipples pushing out through the sheer material of her bra. She reached behind 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 as she stood up. "Do it now!"

I was so hot that I obeyed with only the slightest hesitation. Once I was on my back, she straddled me and bent over slightly. "That's it," she said coarsely. "Now aim your prick at your face and jack off all over your belly. 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 off all over yourself!" With that, she removed her bra and tossed it back on her chair. Her breasts looked so sexy, I could hardly stand it. She began to play with her nipples with her fingers. The sight of this got me more aroused than I could remember.

"Uh-huh," she said lewdly as I began to cum. "Uh-huh! Squirt out your semen. 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 her nipples and breasts got me hotter than I could remember ever being. I burning wave of pleasure began to fill my groin and began to feel my cum rising up the length of my cock.

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