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Michelle admired her freshly pedicured toes as she relaxed in her office chair. Her feet rested on her desk, and as she wriggled her long, beautiful toes, she thought that maybe she could see why some men had a fetish for them. She laughed, and looked over at the new “therapy tools” that Sophie had bought from a sex shop the evening before.
Wrist bindings, a frighteningly realistic sex doll, lube, and a butt plug. Michelle had no idea what plausible explanation she would give to Alan as to why a butt plug would be required for therapy, but she was certain she would come up with something. As smart a guy as Alan was, he was very fucking gullible.
Michelle looked at the video feed from the waiting room, and saw that Alan had arrived. She sighed, and slipped her soft, pedicured feet it her new, expensive heels.
Another day, another few thousand dollars…
—–
Alan stepped into Dr Parvati’s office, and was surprised to see that the furniture had been slightly rearranged. Dr Parvati’s chair was where it always had been, and she sat in it looking as gorgeous as always. The seat where Alan normally sat had moved, however; it was now turned to the side and was closer to Dr Parvati, so that it was perpendicular to her chair.
Alan had felt like turning and running away when Sophie had greeted him with a smile this morning, and when she followed him into Dr Parvati’s office, panic coursed through him.
“Sophie will be joining us for our session today, Alan. It is important that she learns about the therapy I am developing.” The tone of Dr Parvati’s voice made it clear that this was not a request. “Stand in the middle of the room, and strip.”
Alan’s heart began to race, but he knew better than to argue. He stood in front of Dr Parvati, and began to undress. As he did so, Sophie stepped over to the rearranged chair and sat down.
Alan looked straight ahead as he unbuttoned his shirt, but he could feel the eyes of the two women on him, and he wished that he could disappear. He let his shirt drop to the floor, and he glanced down to see Sophie smirking at his scrawny bare chest and arms.
Alan was slow to remove his trousers, and he paused before pulling down his underpants; he saw Sophie lean closer to him, and bite her lower lip in anticipation.
“Go on, Alan. It’s not as though Sophie hasn’t seen you naked before. I mean, only a few days ago she watched you ejaculate during a simple prostate examination!”
Alan winced, and then pulled down his boxers. He stood, totally naked, with Dr Parvati in front of him, and Sophie sitting very close to his side.
The humiliating gaze of the two beautiful women sent a shiver down his spine, and as they stared at his exposed cock, it began to stiffen.
“Look, Sophie, we have not even begun today’s session, and he is already starting to develop an erection,” Dr Parvati said softly. “Alan, Sophie is going to apply some sensor strips to your penis, so that we can monitor its blood flow and reaction to different discussion points.”
Alan looked that the two women with terror in his eyes.
“Now, I appreciate that with your significant problem with premature ejaculation, having such a beautiful young woman touching your penis could be a very exciting and worrying prospect,” Dr Parvati teased. “However, it is vital that you maintain your erection and do not ejaculate, so that we can properly engage in your treatment. If you feel a climax building, you must let us know so that we can stop it. Understand?”
Alan whimpered as he felt his erection growing, and he nodded sheepishly.
“Good. Sophie, you may apply the sensors.”
Michelle suppressed her laughter as Sophie took the strip of coloured paper stickers, bought that morning from a stationary store, and lifted one towards Alan’s penis. Sophie reached up and held Alan’s little cock, and stuck one of the little stickers at its base.
Alan let out a groan as he felt the beautiful young receptionist’s soft hand on his penis.
Oh, fuck…
“D-… Doctor I… I’m…” he spluttered, as he felt an orgasm immediately start to build.
“Really, Alan? That is quicker than I would have imagined! But it is not unexpected. Sophie, apply the grip,” Dr Parvati instructed.
Alan let out a whine as pain shot through his erect cock, and he looked down to see Sophie’s index finger and thump gripping tightly on his glans. He groaned, and tears forms in his eyes, as his orgasm subsided.
“Good, Sophie. Now our treatment can continue. Please, continue to apply the sensors.”
Alan shuddered as Sophie released her grip, and he moaned as she gently held on to his cock and applied more stickers. ataşehir escort Almost immediately, his cock stiffened fully, and his impending orgasm returned.
“Oh, God… Oh, GoaAHhhhh!” he yelled, as Sophie gripped him again, even more tightly.
This cycle of pain and pleasure continued for several more minutes, until Alan’s cock and scrotum were covered in the stickers.
“Good, thank you Sophie. Now, Alan, I want to ask you about something that has intrigued me: your fetish for being humiliated,” Dr Parvati asked, without taking her eyes off his throbbing erection.
“You have indicated several times that being humiliated by women excites you. Has that always been the case?”
Alan’s cheeks burned, and he could feel the stares of both beautiful women on his cock.
“Yes, Doctor,” he said.
“You told me about your humiliation when you came in your swim shorts in front of the beautiful, older woman,” Michelle purred.
Alan heard Sophie snickering, and his cock twitched.
“And you clearly become more aroused when you are vulnerable and exposed in front of Sophie here,” Michelle continued. “For example, at our last session, you indicated that you did not want Sophie to see you having your prostate examined, but your embarrassment did not stem your arousal; in fact, it evidently enhanced it!”
Alan wanted to disappear. He wanted the ground to swallow him whole.
“Tell me Alan, have you any practical experience of sexual humiliation? Is it something that you have ever deliberately engaged in?” Dr Parvati asked, leaning in to look more closely at his little, hard cock.
“I… no… well… I…” he panted. He felt Dr Parvati’s breath on his cock, and pre-cum dribbled from it.
“Be honest, Alan,” she instructed firmly.
“Y-… yes… kind of…” he groaned.
“What do mean, kind of?” Michelle asked, genuinely curious.
“The woman… the one who is blackmailing me…” he whimpered.
“Ahhh yes, the woman who is blackmailing you about your foot fetish and premature ejaculation. We haven’t discussed the specifics about that yet, Alan. I think now is the time.”
Alan let out another pathetic whimper; he could think of nothing worse than explaining what had happened that night, especially in front of beautiful, young Sophie.
“Well, go on,” Dr Parvati commanded.
“I… I met her at a launch event for a new app my company has developed. She… she’s an influencer, and she had been on that reality dating show that people watch…” Alan began, his cheeks blushing.
Michelle raised an eyebrow, and she and Sophie exchanged smirks.
“She introduced herself to me, and she… she was very pretty, and flirty, and she chatted to me the whole evening…
I liked talking with her, and… she seemed to really like me…”
Oh, poor, simple Alan, Michelle thought.
“She sat beside me at the bar all night, and she kept ordering me drinks… I don’t drink often, and it doesn’t take much to get drunk…
I remember her walking me to a cab and getting in it with me… we went back to my apartment, and… she kept giving me drinks, and… I don’t remember anything else!
I woke up the next morning and she was gone… but I got a text from her, with… with pictures…”
Alan trailed off, and closed his eyes and shuddered.
Oh, Alan, dirty boy, what did you get up to?
“What was in the photos, Alan?” Michelle asked firmly.
“Me… I… I don’t remember it, but… I… I was…”
“What were you doing in the photographs, Alan?” Michelle pressed.
“I was… she had dressed me in her clothes… and she had put make-up on me, and… I was on my knees… sucking her toes… and sniffing her shoes, and… she had her foot fully in my mouth and I was gagging on it… I must have gagged so hard that I vomited because there was a picture…
And there were pictures of my penis… and pictures of… of my cum on her shoes… she made me… she made me lick it up, and I… I was smiling…”
Alan began to blubber and sob, tears pouring down his cheeks.
“She said that unless I pay for her rent, and her credit card, she is going to tell everyone and send the photos to the newspapers and… that I would be ruined…”
“That sounds very stressful, Alan. Tell me, did those photos arouse you at all? Did you find the humiliation and the blackmail arousing?” Dr Parvati asked casually.
“Wh-what? No! No!” Alan cried.
“Why then, Alan, did your penis become more engorged when you described the photos? Remember, Alan, I demand absolute honesty.”
Alan looked down and groaned, as his throbbing ataşehir escort bayan cock betrayed him.
“Tell me Alan, did you enjoy wearing a dress?” Dr Parvati asked, while staring at the pre-cum dripping from his cock.
“N-n… I can’t remember…” he spluttered desperately.
“Okay, well, were you aroused when you saw the photos of you wearing this woman’s clothes?”
“No! No! I was scared, my company, my life… I was terrified!” he cried.
“I see. I think we shall have to delve deeper into cross-dressing in the future. For now, let us focus on humiliation. I think it is safe to assume you enjoyed sucking, and sniffing, and gagging on this woman’s toes. Tell me, what about licking up your cum? Did that excite you, Alan?”
Alan’s cock twitched, and a large drop of pre-cum dripped to the floor. Michelle smirked.
“I am going to need a verbal answer, Alan? Were you aroused by the photographic evidence of you licking up your own cum from this woman’s shoes?”
Alan felt like he could faint, as the room spun.
“I… I… yes.”
Sophie let out another snicker, and Michelle shot her a sharp look. Michelle then turned back to Alan, and softened her expression.
“Tell me, Alan. Tell me that you enjoyed it,” Dr Parvati whispered.
“I… I liked seeing the photo of me… licking up my cum… Oh, God… I’m so disgusting!”
Michelle sighed as Alan wept.
“Please, no melodrama, Alan. Are you bisexual, Alan? Would you have any homosexual tendencies?”
Dr Parvati’s question startled Alan, and he stared at her, perplexed.
“No!” he yelped, “No, not at all! I just… I just… I just loved the… humiliation of it…”
“As I suspected,” Dr Parvati said, “Your love of being humiliated by women is something that we shall need to work on. Tell me, Alan. Are you still paying this woman?”
Alan nodded.
“At the start it was just her rent, and credit card, but now she’s demanding a new car, and she says if I don’t, she will send out the pictures… if she did that, the business merger will be scuppered! That would ruin me! The share prices would plummet… Oh, God…”
Alan began to sob again, and Michelle perked up. She didn’t care if Alan was being blackmailed, so long as it did not interfere with her interests. But Michelle now had shares in Alan’s company, and she couldn’t let some reality TV tart mess with her money.
“You’re a computer guy, Alan. Can’t you hack her phone or something?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.
“I couldn’t! That would be illegal!” he whimpered.
Alan, you fucking sap.
“Her blackmailing you is illegal, Alan. You would just be correcting that.”
Do it, you fucking moron.
“I can’t… I…”
“Alan!” Dr Parvati said sharply, “When I advise you, it is for your own good. How can we expect to treat your sexual deficiencies and fetishes, when someone is actively blackmailing you over them?”
Alan jumped when Dr Parvati raised her voice, and then he bowed his head.
“Yes… yes, Doctor…” he whispered timidly.
“Good,” Michelle said, smiling. “See to it that this blackmailing nonsense ends.
Now, Sophie, you were observing Alan’s erection throughout the time he was explaining his situation to us. Have you anything you would like to add about things which made him noticeably more aroused?”
“Yes, Doctor,” Sophie said sweetly. “You have already commented on his excitement at describing the humiliating photos of that night with the influencer.
However, I also noticed that he became more excited when you sternly told him what to do!”
“Now that is very interesting. Do you like that, Alan? Do you like it when women tell you what to do?” Michelle asked him, even more sternly.
“I… yes, Doctor,” he groaned pitifully.
“So, you are aroused by humiliation, and by strong women giving you commands. That’s good to know, Alan.”
Michelle turned to Sophie, and spoke to her in a formal voice.
“Sophie, would you please tell me your honest thoughts on Alan’s penis? Please feel free to comment on its size, girth etc.”
“Yes, Doctor,” Sophie purred. She leaned closer to Alan’s trembling, dripping cock.
“Well, obviously it’s very small, and really, it’s quite skinny too. I can’t imagine it would be all that pleasurable to have inside me.
I mean, based on what we’ve seen of Alan’s stamina, or complete lack of it, he would obviously cum too quickly to pleasure a woman anyway. But I think that even if his prematurity improved significantly, Alan would still struggle to bring a woman to orgasm.”
Alan’s whole body blushed red, as he listened escort ataşehir to this beautiful young woman tear his manhood apart.
“Also, I feel that his love of humiliation, combined with his prematurity, presents an obstacle to his hopes of improvement,” Sophie said, staring at Alan and smiling.
“Oh? Go on, Sophie,” Michelle implored.
“Well, cumming prematurely is obviously a humiliating act. There are few things more pathetic and embarrassing for a man than cumming early, or cumming in his pants. And without any actual stimulation? That’s possibly the most pathetic and ridiculous thing that I’ve ever encountered.
We have seen that Alan is excited by being sexually humiliated. When he cums prematurely in front of women, he feels humiliation, which in turn arouses him, etc etc. This could lead to a cycle of positive reinforcement which encourages him to cum quickly.”
Michelle beamed proudly and genuinely at Sophie. Wow, not just a pretty face indeed.
“Very good Sophie! Very good indeed. You are quite right,” Dr Parvati exclaimed. “Taking that into consideration, we will need to add in elements of negative reinforcement, and aversion therapy, to counteract this impulse. Anything else you wished to comment on, Sophie?”
Sophie’s face glowed with pride, and she looked back at Alan’s cock with delight.
“Well, just looking at how short his penis is; I wonder how he masturbates? Like, surely, he couldn’t use his whole hand, could he? He would have to use, like, his thumb and index finger?”
Michelle smiled at Sophie, and then looked up at Alan.
“Well, Alan? How do you masturbate? Is it like Sophie described? Just your thumb and index finger?”
Alan squirmed as he stood, under the intense stares of the beautiful women. He nodded.
“Interesting. And what do you use for masturbation material? Pornography? Your imagination?”
“B-both,” he whimpered.
“I see. And how long do you last, on average? Are you able to last longer than you do in my office, for example?”
Alan felt like he could collapse.
“A… a couple of minutes…” he moaned.
“Really? I find that quite hard to believe, given how quickly you have cum in front of me with no stimulation. Hmmm… Sophie, would you go to my desk and open the top drawer?
Sophie smiled and nodded, and stood from her chair. She was taller than Alan, and she stood close to him for a moment, grinning down at him, before turning and walking to the desk.
“Thank you, Sophie. Could you hand me that stopwatch?”
Alan looked down at Dr Parvati with fear in his eyes, as Sophie handed her the stopwatch.
“Thank you. Now, Alan, you are going to masturbate, and I am going to time you. We need to see the extent of your prematurity. You are going to grip your penis with your thumb and index finger, and you are going to stroke your penis until you climax. You are to stroke quickly and firmly, and you are not allowed to slow down, or pause. Do you understand?”
Alan looked at Dr Parvati in complete disbelief, but she simply stared back at him with a blank expression. Sophie sat back down in her chair, holding a sample container in her hand.
“Alan,” Dr Parvati barked sharply, glaring at him, “do you understand?”
“Ye-yes, Doctor!” Alan yelped.
“Good. Now, start masturbating.”
As Alan reached down to his cock, Michelle sat back and relaxed in her chair. She delicately crossed her legs, and began to vigorously sway her foot. After a few shakes, her smooth, soft brown heel popped out of her black leather shoe, and the shiny high heel dangled from her toes.
Alan held his cock in his fingers; it was already coated in his pre-cum. His eyes fell to Dr Parvati’s black high heel dangling from her beautiful, bare foot.
Michelle started the stopwatch.
Alan stroked his fingers down his cock, and immediately his orgasm came rushing through him.
“Oh, G-…Oh, God…” Alan grunted, as he watched Dr Parvati’s shoe delicately drop to the floor.
Alan brought his fingers back to the tip of his little cock, and then stroked them down it a second time.
“Oh… Jesus… I…” he whispered, and his eyes rolled back in his head. The last thing he saw before he came was Dr Parvati’s wriggling toes, with their perfectly pedicured French tips.
Cum poured from Alan’s cock into the little plastic sample container, which Sophie was now holding in front of his cock.
“Oh… Oh… Oh… fffuckkk” Alan groaned, his back hunching forward as he stroked his cock for the third time. After he stroked his cock for the fourth and final time, he let out a low whine, and dropped to his knees.
Sophie laughed uncontrollably, and Michelle did not even scold her for it. The sight of Alan down on his knees, shuddering and trembling, as he held onto his little cock between his thumb and finger, was objectively hilarious.
“Alan, you didn’t even last one second!” Michelle cried, and she joined in Sophie’s laughter.
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