Laura read through the short paragraph and then leafed through the actual Will and Testament Debra had produced. Looking up to meet her eyes she smiled and then glanced quickly over at Bobby. "I'll need to send a copy to everyone involved here." She tapped the end of her pen against the paragraph Debra had apparently written sometime earlier.
"That's fine. I've already talked to her so she's aware."
"All the same, it's something I recommend you do; actually insist you do."
Laura picked up the phone and a few moments later handed the documents to the secretary, a cheerful woman in her early twenties giving her terse instructions. Within ten minutes she had two copies of an edited Will in hand for Deb to sign, which she did after carefully reading through the modified document. When Deb smiled to indicate she was pleased Laura was called in again, this time to notarize and record it all in her registry.
"That will do." Deb stuffed the papers in her handbag and stood. "Remember to schedule a time to get with me. We need to go over your portfolio."
"I know. I keep putting it off but I've been so busy, and besides, I trust you. You're making more money for me than either of my last two advisors ever did."
"Thanks for your trust but I'd still feel better if we went over things together so you understand what I'm doing."
"I'll have my secretary give yours a call."
Deb smiled. "Have them do that." Laura knew Deb ran a one person operation and her secretary would be calling Deb directly.
Once they were back on the road and heading out of the city Deb said, "Now we're off to see Layla."
"Is that the doc?"
"It is."
"Who did you just see? I could tell you were friends."
"Laura Sheppard is one of my clients. I manage her portfolio and she's an attorney. I discount her on my end and she does the same for me when I need her. I figured you deduced she was a lawyer."
"It took me a while," he said grinning. "The shingle on her office door gave me a hint." He changed the subject slightly. "Mind if I ask what you had her do?"
Deb smiled. "I'm just looking out for your best interest, Bobby. Just crossing my T's and dotting my I's," she replied, the gleam in her eyes evident. "If I think you need to know more, I'll tell you."
Bobby breathed out a long slow breath. He thought how much the little things that made up the average person's day reminded him of the power he didn't have. Getting his license as a Texas resident felt great, but that only happened after he had lost his surname in the process. And even then, he didn't hold the license. She did. He had no idea what other powers she had taken from him while in Ms. Sheppard's office. Although he hadn't a clue what that paper stated or what they were talking about, the look Laura had given him made him think he was involved in this somehow. And now, she intended to seek advice from yet another friend. Bobby wondered what further changes would be made by the time she chauffeured him home.
...
Debra gave him the same instructions prior to entering the waiting area, "Be quiet and let me do the talking. You are not to speak unless you are asked a direct question." Once the ground rules had been set, she opened the office door, checked in with the woman behind the window and found a seat for the two of them. Debra sat patiently looking as adorable as ever. While everyone else pretty much sat slouched, she sat with perfect posture, her spine never touching the back of the chair. The form fitting indigo dress accentuated every curve of her tall shapely figure and her erect posture drew attention to her ample breasts and thin waistline. Even though the sleeveless garment was conservative and revealed almost nothing she still left nothing to the imagination. Bobby noticed men and women alike, not so inconspicuously looking her way. He smiled inwardly knowing he was the lucky one; the one officially attached to her and obliged to please the auburn beauty in ways they couldn't even imagine.
"I love you owning me," he said in a hushed tone.
She smiled brightly and squeezed his arm. "You're saying things like that already, and we're only just getting started."
"I know but I like the feeling of being yours."
"Good cause you are."
"Indeed I am," Bobby thought. A few seconds later his pleasant reverie was interrupted.
"Debra Ashby?" the woman called holding an interior door open.
"Come," Deb said grabbing his hand.
"This way." The woman instructed and led them into a small office furnished with the usual examination table, desk, chairs and cabinets stocked with typical medical supplies. She handed Bobby a gown, "you know the drill." She smiled and left the couple, closing the door quietly.
When the attractive looking Dr. Layla Richardson, MD peered in after gently knocking, Deb stood and the two women warmly embraced. Layla was a few years older than her, maybe in her late thirties. She was attractive and thin with strikingly blue eyes framed by blonde hair. Her personality was that of a physician, warm yet business like and she soon asked Deb to state clearly what she hoped to achieve while here. Deb handed Layla the box that arrived via FedEx early that morning and reiterated what they had discussed last evening over the phone. Bobby blushed when the box was transferred. Layla smiled.
"There's nothing to be embarrassed about Bobby. I do this all the time. Take that ungodly robe off and let's have a look."
He stood while Layla sat on the wheeled stool waiting impatiently for him to untie the single string behind his neck. When he had discarded the robe Layla smiled agreeably and looked at Deb.
"He is quite well endowed," she stated candidly.
Bobby's cock began swelling and Layla examined it quickly. Lifting it she gently pressed against his urethra, the large soft vessel visible on the underside. Squeezing his shaft several times she then riveted her attention on the bulbous head that slowly darkened in color as his cock grew ever larger. Lifting it up and out of the way she felt his balls and meticulously pinched, probed and compressed the tissues inside his scrotal sack between her thumb and forefinger. By now he'd become fully engorged and a droplet of clear fluid appeared on the very tip, which Layla fingered aside.
"Everything appears normal. He's gifted with exceptional size, probably in the top ten percentile, has good blood flow, no signs of tumors in or around his testicles, his cockslit is quite large and he apparently produces an ample supply of seminal fluid.
"And all that is good?" Deb asked.
"It is. The large slit," she grabbed his now hard shaft and pulled him toward Deb so she could see. "The slit permits him to urinate with little or no back pressure and it also permits him to ejaculate heavily with each contraction of his ejaculatory muscles. See? It has nice size. What I've learned over the years is the body adapts specifically to the various stresses encountered. In this case, the lack of resistance to ejaculation most likely has resulted in him being quite a heavy cummer - although I might be wrong. One just never knows without seeing."
Deb looked up at Bobby and smiled.
"However," Layla added, "his testicles are on the smaller size given the length of his penis."
"What does that mean?"
"Just that his output will be less than what one would ordinarily expect given his larger than average penis so that part is somewhat confusing with what I just said."
"It is," Deb said. "I think he cums a fair amount but then again, I'm not the expert."
The information jolted Bobby. He had always thought he was at least average but now this woman was saying he might be inadequate. He wondered what Mistress was thinking after she had absorbed the news. One look at Deb said it all. Her lack of emotion seemed to express her disappointment more than a thousand words and the doc noticed.
"All is not lost here Deb," Layla said touching her thigh.
"What do you mean?"
"Let's finish the evaluation and then I'll make some suggestions, OK?"
"Sure," she said not so enthusiastically.
Richardson opened the box and pulled out a silicone replica of the ample staff that mirrored Bobby's and stared blatantly at her. Fondling the rubbery phallic she held the shaft in her two hands. "I don't get many this long in here. You should be pleased with his equipment."
That brought a smile to her patient. "I do. I really do. I just wish he didn't cum so quickly. That's why I'm really here.
Layla carried the conversation. "I had you make this because I want to do something with you." She stood and motioned for them to follow her. Deb grabbed Bobby by the cock and pulled him along, paying little attention to the fact they were exiting the small evaluation room. Layla led them down a short hall and into another larger room that looked very much like a typical bedroom. On the bed was a man - kind of. Deb looked twice before realizing it was a manikin of sorts. Against the far wall were at least a hundred silicone cocks of all shapes and sizes.
"What do you do in here?" Deb questioned.
Layla put the replicated cock they had just manufactured earlier into a slot of the manikin's groin and secured it. Standing next to the supermodel they looked at the prominent post jutting up. "Is that the angle of him when he's hard?"
"Yea," Deb said grinning from one side only. "That looks about right."
"Good." She rummaged through a drawer and pulled out several other silicone cocks of identical length. "I want you to try each of these blindfolded to see which one you like best."
"You what?!"
"I need you to trust me," Layla repeated. "You came here for help and I am going to send you home 'helped'. But in order to do that, you need to do things my way." She looked at Deb and smiled, "There really is a method to my madness."
Now it was Deb who flushed red and Bobby who now stemmed a grin.
"Can you explain what you want me to do? This is not what I thought would happen."
"I want to put in cocks of different shapes and girths along with the one you brought in today," she pointed to Bobby's cock already mounted on the manikin, "I'll fit them in to the manikin randomly so you don't know which one is going in when. All you need to do is tell me which one feels best. You'll know it when you feel it. Everyone does. It's actually kind of fun once you start the process." Layla grinned. "Once we know that we can discuss making the real thing," pointing to Bobby's apparatus, "match what suits you best. If we can do that we very well may solve the premature ejaculation issue."
Deb and Bobby both looked at Layla confused at her intentions.
Layla knew the look. She saw it all the time. Fuck a bunch of silicone cocks? Modify a guy's penis to match? Yet that was her job. It's what she did: solve problems. She stared with amusement at their concerned and bewildered expressions.
"So, are you ready to listen to the reasoning behind the method of my madness?"
With an almost regrettable tone, Deb answered. "Yea." She slurred.
"Well then let me begin." Layla briskly rubbed her palms together as if she was cold. "In the majority of premature ejaculatory cases the penis and its receptacle don't mimic one another. The shape of him and the shape of you may not be ideal. What happens when these sort of 'mismatched pieces' come together is your bodies react involuntarily as if they want to rid the other from itself. Now it still feels nice but it's not the way God intended mating to feel. You feel good but you could feel so much better. A whole lot better. I mean, both of you can."
"My guess is that you," she pointed to Bobby, "feel way too much stimulation while Deb feels good but has no real idea what 'good' really should feel like. Almost always it is the penis that wins this battle of rejection. It gets overly excited, is unable to last the way a man is supposed to, spews its semen and then shrinks, forcing the copulation act to come to an early closure; it's kind of like watching a movie that is 40 minutes long when you paid good money to watch a two-hour show."
Deb nodded in mild comprehension.
"Well, may I introduce to you Doctor Layla Richardson," she said exuberantly and twirled a 360 pose. "Yours truly just might be able to save you both from this sorry situation. What we can do here is see what shape and, or size penis your body prefers. When you feel the right one inside you, and you will be able to tell that within a few seconds we can progress on toward the land of la-la."
Her childish humor eased their uneasiness and made them both chuckle.
"Trust me; when you feel it, you'll know." Layla smiled, almost giggling. "Once we determine what you like, we can talk about him. We can't change the receptacle but we can surely alter the intruder."
"How?" Deb asked the very question Bobby now wanted very much to know.
"One thing at a time, my dear. One thing at a time. No need to overload that pretty little brain of yours. Let me worry about all the hows, whats and whys. All I need from you is the OK to hook up ole Larry with one of these nice appendages." She beamed with delight. "So, do you want to ride this cowboy or what?"
"I do. But I have to say this seems so far out there. I mean riding that thing." She pointed to the plasticized manikin.
"I know but once you start you'll forget all about Larry laying there looking up at you with his deadpan eyes."
Deb burst into laughter.
"OK, then let's get started." Layla called for an assistant who led Bobby back to the exam room. She then prepared Deb, having her strip out of her clothes, turned off the fluorescents, lit candles and filled the room with romantic music that agreed with her patients' taste.
Layla fitted Deb with a blindfold, slipped an upward arching cock almost identical in size to Bobby's into the harness, added a liberal amount of lubricant and directed her to the phallus.
"Now only use one finger to orient yourself. I don't want you fondling this thing and feeling its shape. That's why I have you blindfolded. I want your body to do the thinking, not your eyes. This is the first one so try it for at least a minute. You'll need to get your juices flowing to get a good feel."
Layla guided the cockhead to her entrance and then left the room. Deb bobbled up and down on the terminal few inches until her muscles relaxed. Then she took it further feeling it fully for the first time. It felt odd and noticed the pressure it applied to parts of her inner walls that felt different than Bobby's. She fucked it slowly and then quite hard. It felt nice but it wasn't anything special. She slid off and pressed a remote to indicate to Layla she was finished.
"OK, here's the next one sweetheart. Let's see how this one feels."
Deb repeated the process. This one felt more like Bobby and much better than the previous phallus. She liked it and when through told Layla it was a possibility. Layla set the right arching cock aside and fitted a left leaning one in its place.
Almost immediately Deb felt odd vibes and after plunging down on it several more times decided this one was a definite no. Layla removed it and fitted Bobby's cock in the manikin's slot. When Deb slid over and onto this one she smiled, immediately recognizing the shape. However she had to admit the one she had tried earlier did feel a bit better. She rode it a while longer and then pressed the alert button.
"Can you put the other one back on? I want to compare it with this one."
Layla did and after Deb mounted it once more she decided the Bobby cock felt more pleasing.
"One more," Layla said, this time affixing a much thicker shafted penis into the harness and adding lube. She left and no sooner had she done so then she heard Deb cry out in pleasure.
"Bingo!" Layla whispered from the other room. She waited and listened with a broad smile to the coos and gasps emanating from the woman riding Larry. Finally she heard the buzz and entered.
"Oh my god Layla, this thing felt incredible!" Layla removed the blindfold and Deb stared wide-eyed at the thick shaft mounted on Larry's groin. Rather than the head being the thickest part, as Bobby's was, this one's shaft was thicker, meatier, and looked massive. "It's so big; way bigger than my slaves!" The descriptor slipped past her tongue before she could grab it and Layla picked up on her comment.
"Is that what he is to you?"
Deb blushed again, something atypical for her to do.
"You would be amazed at what women say about their partners," Layla replied.
"I get at least one a day who considers their man to be not much more than someone who's sole purpose is to be used for pleasure."
"I guess I am that woman because that's what his role is. It's a long story but for now he's here to serve me in the bedroom and be my maidservant at home. I'm hoping things will grow into something more, if you know what I mean."
Layla smiled. "Me too. You deserve it kiddo. I'm pulling for you and I think I'm going to be able to help, at least with regard to taking care of his pleasure toy." She held up the thick shaft now that it was free from Larry and held in her hand.
"Get dressed and when you're ready, open that door. The attendant will take you back to the exam room. We can discuss treatment some options."
When Deb returned she found Layla and Bobby chatting freely. Layla had taken the liberty to share her knowledge of what Deb had revealed moments before. She let it be known Bobby and her husband had similar fates; that hers was kept chaste in a steel cage. That comment led Bobby to open up and together they were discussing the pros and cons of chastity when Deb entered.
"... I do hope you two can make more of your relationship than just enjoying one another sexually."
"Pardon me?" Debra asked not sure where the comment came from.
"Bobby and I were talking. Both he and my husband have experience with chastity cages and living deferential lives. You don't find many good men like this so I hope there is a spark that can spur you two on to become closer."
"Are you a Mistress?" Deb asked.
"Indeed I am. So from one mistress to another, sit down and let's talk."
She handed Deb a two foot long realistic looking and feeling penis and wheeled her stool over next to her chair. "I like to use this since everything is so big and easy to see. This penis represents your Bobby," she started. "Feel the skin. See how loose it is relative to what's inside?"
Deb pulled at the nylon material that represented the skin. "OK."
"Now feel Bobby." Bobby stood; his erection mostly intact. See how the skin can be stretched away from his shaft even when he is hard." Layla pumped him expertly until he was fully engorged. "Here, see what I mean?"
Deb pulled maybe a half inch of skin free, making him wince as she did. "OK, but I don't know where you're trying to take me."
Layla pulled off the nylon skin revealing a massive cock covered in whitish tissue. "This white stuff is called fascia. It encloses most every structure in our body. All your muscles lie inside a fascial enclosure."
"OK," Deb offered.
"I want you to think about fascia as being like a pillow cover. If I shove two bed pillows inside a single cover what happens?"
"The pillow gets really full."
"That's right, and it can get only so big, kind of like this." She grabbed Bobby's cock. "This white stuff is what determines how thick he can get. But," she said looking into Deb's big brown eyes, what happens if I take a knife and slice the pillow case. What happens to the two pillows inside?"
"They bulge out through the slice."
"Yes! Exactly! And sometimes when muscles grow too fast they cause problems and orthopedists do this very procedure. They cut the fascia to give the muscle more room so it isn't so cramped."
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