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A Jacking Off Treatment

byBlackz_Sidez©

In graduate school I really tried to develop a more normal sex life. I knew it was impossible to break my masturbation habit, but I hoped that I could learn to have normal sex with girls at least some of the time. I was still morbidly shy around the opposite sex, but I became good friends with Vina, a nursing student, who (to my surprise) seemed attracted to me. After a couple of dates we wound up alone at her apartment and I knew now was the time. I was terribly nervous about having sex, but Vina was a take-charge kind of girl and, with her leading me every step, we began to make love. But just when I was about to enter her, an irresistible urge to let go seized me, and I spilled my essence at her threshold, leaving her wet, sticky and frustrated.

Vina was very understanding about it all, and patiently allowed me several more chances, but each time I became so nervous that I spurted before I could penetrate her. We tried every remedy we could think of: creams, pills, constriction devices; but nothing seemed to help. As we talked about the problem, the whole secret of my masturbation habit came out, and as a nurse Vina began to understand. She suggested that I see a sex therapist she knew who specialized in treating men with premature ejaculation. I was reluctant to see a doctor about such an embarrassing problem, especially since it involved my shameful habit of masturbation, but Vina insisted, explaining that the doctor was very famous and known for using the most advanced methods. She would make the appointment for me and explain the problem ahead of time, so that all I had to do was show up and the doctor would take it from there. Being desperate to try anything, I finally agreed.

On the day of my appointment, I entered the spacious, modern office and announced myself to an attractive young woman seated at the receptionist's desk. She checked her appointment book and smiled. "Oh yes, you're Arnold, Vina's friend. She's told us all about you!" I blushed, realizing what that meant. "Go right on in, Arnold, Dr. Sphincter is waiting for you."

I'm not sure what I expected to see as I stepped into the doctor's private office, but I surely wasn't prepared for the incredible sight I encountered. Instead of a middle-aged medical doctor dressed in the usual cool-white uniform of the medical professional, I saw a devastatingly beautiful Amazon. She was wearing a black leather garment that covered her hips and waist like a long corset, hugging them tightly. The corset made no attempt to hide her spectacularly large breasts, which jutted proudly bare. A leather strap rose from the front of the corset, running up the deep cleavage between her breasts and spreading them slightly apart, until it joined a band encircling her neck. Her feet were shod in black leather boots which rose from her toes nearly to the top of her thigh. And to complete the extraordinary attire, her hands and forearms were encased in elbow length patent gloves, also of black. As she sat there on a low rattan couch, her knees wide apart in a masculine posture, her commanding presence was overwhelming.

I was speechless with confusion, and stared in amazement. The image of a dominant woman had always been one of my favorite masturbation fantasies, and I had stroked my penis countless times to photos of women dressed and posed as she was. I was so excited by the vision before me that I completely lost control of myself. Before I knew what was happening, I felt a familiar rush of feeling and realized I was ejaculating in my pants. From my spastic jerks and the telltale spreading wet spot in my crotch, she had no problem concluding what had happened. She shook her head sadly, "Well, Arnold, Vina was certainly not exaggerating. You obviously have quite a problem controlling your emissions."

I stammered an excuse, "I... I... wasn't expecting to see..."

"No, I suppose not. Arnold, I am doctor Vivian Sphincter. I have found this attire useful in treating premature ejaculators. It brings out a patient's latent fixations, as you can see, and also helps establish a useful doctor/patient relationship. You will see later how important that is. But now it is time to begin. Please remove your trousers and underwear for an examination."

I shyly complied, blushing as I stood before her naked from the waist down. To my added embarrassment, my penis still oozed small drops of semen from its involuntary ejaculation. She walked over to me, her large breasts swaying, and stood with her nipples only inches from my chest. Taking my genital organs in her hands, she began examining them. She manipulated the penis up and down and palpitated my testicles with uncomfortable firmness. My penis began stiffening in new arousal in spite of its recent activity, adding to my embarrassment.

"Hmm...I see nothing physically wrong with your organs. You play with yourself a good deal, don't you, Arnold?"

I blushed in shame and nodded.

"I suspect your problem is entirely psychological, caused by repeated self abuse. Quite simply in layman's language, as a habitual masturbator you lack the willpower necessary to control you emissions. But there is hope for you, Arnold. I shall help you gain the necessary self-discipline. Let us begin with the orgasm which you just experienced."

With one hand, she took my stiffening penis in a snugly comforting grip and lifted it gently away from my male sacks. She smiled mysteriously at me for a moment, then without warning brought her other hand up suddenly, slapping my defenseless testicles hard with her leather encased palm. I shrieked and collapsed to the floor in misery. "You must learn, Arnold, not to ejaculate without first obtaining permission. Otherwise, there will be severe punishment. Now get up and stop acting like a baby. We will begin your exercises."

She led me to a small dining table and made me drink in quick succession several large glasses of ice tea. The liquids passed rapidly through my system, and soon I began shifting uncomfortably with the need to relieve my bladder. "Please, Doctor Sphincter, I'd like to go to the rest room now. May I?"

She smiled cruelly, "No Arnold, you may not. This is an exercise to teach you to hold your water. Medically speaking, urinary continence is similar to ejaculatory control, and the self-restraint you learn here will apply to your sexual dysfunction."

As the pressure in my bladder grew, I begged and pleaded with her. Finally she seemed to relent, and handed me a small wide-mouthed bottle. "Very well, you may release your water into this specimen bottle. But be very careful not to spill any urine on my carpet."

Refusing me any privacy, she watched as I inserted my penis into the bottle and loosed a flooding stream. Although it was humiliating to perform this bodily function in front of her, all other concerns were swept away in the heavenly sense of relief. But as the warm yellow liquid rose toward the top, I suddenly realized that the small bottle could not possibly hold all of my offering. Anxiously I said, "Uh, I'm not done. May I have another bottle?"

She shook her head, "No, that is enough for now Arnold. I want you to retain the rest of your fluid."

With the urine nearly overflowing the bottle, I cried in panic, "Please, Doctor, don't make me stop in the middle. It hurts to shut it off!"

"Arnold!" she said sternly. "Stop at once, I say. Don't force me to punish you again." She raised her gloved palm toward my naked genitals. I still felt a dull ache in my glands from earlier, so I grimaced and cut off the flow. The agony of interrupted urination was preferable to another such strike at the core of my manhood. "That's better. Now empty the bottle in the sink. In a few minutes, I will allow you to discharge another portion of your water."

Twice more she repeated the torment, until finally I was at ease.

"So far so good, Arnold. Now we will begin to work on the sexual fluids." She seated herself comfortably on the couch. "Kneel down in front of me."

I knelt at her feet and looked up at her, my eyes level with her magnificent bosom. "Look at my breasts, Arnold. Do they make you feel sexually excited?"

"I .. can't help it." My penis was once again thrusting straight out in erection.

"Do you feel like you need to masturbate? I would like you to show me how you normally do it."

I was mortified by her order. "Please Doctor, I can't. Not while you watch. It's too humiliating."

"Stop wasting time. You're eager enough to masturbate on your own. Now do as I say and masturbate your penis!"

It was strange, but the commanding tone of her voice and the awesome spectacle of her Amazonian beauty left me powerless to disobey. Kneeling submissively before her, I took my penis in my hands and began to caress it. My head was level with her large bare breasts, and my eyes were drawn to them, as she doubtless intended. I longed to suckle at her prominent nipples and to bury my face between them, but I knew better than to ask for such a favor. After a while, I began to feel a curious excitement at performing in front of her. I wanted her to see me consummate this most shameful of all sexual acts, to witness my humiliating surrender to the unnatural lust. But she did not long allow me to savor the situation.

"Arnold, don't think that I am encouraging you to perform this exhibition for your perverted enjoyment. This is an exercise to increase your ability to control your ejaculatory urges. Therefore, when you approach your orgasm, you will at my command remove your hands from your organs and place them behind your back, suspending all further stimulation. I know it will be hard, Arnold, you will want very badly to release your semen. But you must exercise self-discipline, for two reasons. First, because it is important for your sexual adjustment and the sake of your cure. And second, if that does not persuade you," she smiled cruelly, "because if you ejaculate I shall spank you on the testicles until you will wish that you had been castrated!"

I did not doubt her threat. She watched coolly as I continued stroking my penis, observing the signs of mounting arousal as my orgasm neared. With a skilled professional eye, she waited until I was just seconds from climax and cried, "Stop!" Summoning my last shred of moral courage, I relinquished the grip on my organs. She grinned as I kneeled dutifully before her with my hands behind my back and my forsaken penis bobbing forlornly in the air.

"Very good, Arnold, very good indeed." She extended her booted foot and flicked my penis playfully with her toe. "For the first time, that is. Again, please."

I lost count of the number of times the cruel torture was repeated. Again and again she watched me bring myself to the brink of release only to jerk me back with her command. At last she ceased and motioned me to stand before her.

"You have done well for your first treatment, Arnold, and it is all over, now. It wasn't so very terrible, was it?" she said, smiling kindly at me. Her eyes focused on my penis, still bobbing very erectly before me. "I see that there is some residual vascular tension in your genitals. That is often a side effect of the treatment. I think you would be more comfortable if we relieved the tension, don't you?" As she spoke, she took the tip of my erect member and began rolling it between her fingers, holding it just inches from the deep cleavage of her breasts.

I could hardly believe what she seemed to be offering. "Are you going to... to...?"

"Masturbate you? You'd like that, wouldn't you? No, Arnold, we must not reinforce your childish dependence on that habit. I will relieve your tension, but in a way more beneficial to your sexual adjustment. Lie across my lap, now."

"What... what are you going to do?"

"Well, you've been a very naughty boy. And we both know what happens to naughty boys, don't we?" She laid me over her lap, carefully placing my penis between her leather-clad thighs. It was dripping with excitement and soon made a slippery home for itself. I could feel the tips of her nude breasts tickling my back. "Comfy? Now I'm going to paddle you, Arnold. It will hurt at first, so don't be ashamed to cry and kick."

She began spanking me hard with her hand, the leather glove making a loud popping sound. Indeed, it did hurt, and I began to kick my bare legs and beg her to stop. But in spite of the painful slaps, my penis was rock hard, and with each blow it rubbed deliciously between her boot tops.

I continued to cry and beg her to stop, but it must have been very clear to her that this was the last thing I wanted. I was getting very close to climax, and the slaps were as hard as ever, but now they felt heavenly. I wanted nothing more than to lie forever on the lap of this divine creature, prolonging the rapture of the spanking eternally. But I could not hold back the course of nature for long, and at last I cried out, "Oh Doctor, I'm going to... I can't help..."

But she was fully aware of my state. "Yes, that's right, Arnold, let go on my lap. Just let it come out when you feel like it."

My penis quivered and began spurting its fluids between her legs. She accelerated the slaps, timing them perfectly to each surge of my ejaculation, which seemed almost endless. At last I ceased, and the rain of blows became gentle pats on my perspiring backside. "There, there. All done now," she soothed.

She left me alone for a few minutes to dress and collect myself. When she returned, she also was dressed, in her doctor's whites. As she walked me to the door, she asked, "When would you like your next appointment? I recommend two corrective treatments per week."

I asked, "Could... could we make it three? I think the extra treatment would be very... good for me."

She smiled knowingly. "All right. Three it is, then."

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