The Therapist Ch. 01

"It was... about a week ago."

"But you masturbated since."

He nodded.

"So, you've been edging yourself. Are you doing this to make your orgasms more intense? To see if you can give yourself as much pleasure as you had with Alice?"

"Yeah..."

"But it doesn't work, does it? On your own, you can't reach the pleasure you experienced when a woman instructed you to masturbate. The pleasure of obeying her. The pleasure of having a woman's permission."

Curtis slowly nodded at each of her statements. He'd now become aware of the shift in the tone of their exchange. He recalled the doctor's words from a few minutes earlier, and realized how much his current situation was similar to the relationship he had with Alice: the vulnerability, the asymmetrical relationship, the submission, the forbidden intimacy...

He realized how aroused he actually was at that moment. And he knew he could not hide it to Dr Parker. Not after he'd laid his deepest fantasies and emotions at her feet.

Silence filled the room for a moment as both patient and therapist processed the situation they now found themselves in. Eventually, Dr Parker looked towards Curtis' crotch and said, flatly:

"I can see that you have become erect."

Curtis looked down, there was no hiding the bulge in his pants. She asked:

"Is it because of those memories you recalled? Or is it because you enjoyed confessing your fantasy to me?"

Curtis blushed. Throughout this whole exchange, while his voice had become increasingly shaky, Dr Parker he remained calm and assertive, reinforcing the dominant position she had now gained. The patient replied:

"I guess... a little bit of both."

She gave her patient a moment to process the implications of his admission. When he realized he had just confessed that she aroused him, she daringly asked:

"On a scale of one to ten, how much would you like to masturbate in front of me right now?"

He looked down.

"I'd say... about nine..."

Leaning slightly back on her chair, Dr Parker said:

"Stand up, and remove your clothes, Curtis."

"Yes, doctor..."

That was it, he realized. His therapist had completely taken over the role of Alice. He had needed this so bad, he was ready to do anything she told him. Curtis promptly tossed aside his shoes and socks, undid his shirt, and pulled down his pants and underwear. Within moments, he stood entirely naked in front of his therapist, fully erect. She looked at his pulsing member.

"Come stand next to me," she said.

Curtis walked, his erection awkwardly swinging left and right, until he stood about three feet from his therapist.

"Closer."

He took one more step. His pulsing erection was now inches from Dr Parker's face. She looked at it from behind her glasses.

"When was the last time you stood naked in front of a fully clothed woman?" she asked with a confident tone.

"It was with Alice. Two years ago."

"Did you miss this feeling?"

"Yes..."

"Are you fully erect, Curtis?"

"Yes, doctor."

Dr Parker suddenly cupped his balls, surprising him.

"You've been edging for a week," she said as she squeezed gently. "These must be very full."

"Yes..."

"And you must be very eager to empty them."

"Yes, doctor..."

She let go of his balls, and said:

"Spit on your penis."

Just as he used to do with Alice, he gathered some saliva in his mouth, that he dropped then dropped on his erection.

"Again. One more time."

Dr Parker looked at the glistening penis inches from her face, as some of Curtis' saliva glided down and formed an elongated drop that eventually fell on the floor.

"Grab your penis. Tightly."

Curtis wrapped his fingers around his member.

"Stroke it, slowly."

He obeyed. He couldn't believe he was masturbating right in front of his therapist's face. The situation had shifted so subtly at first that he never saw this coming; half an hour earlier, he had never even brought up his sex life with her. And now, after making him confess his most intimate fantasy, Dr Parker was making him enact it with her. She watched him masturbate for almost a minute, then said, with a calm tone:

"I know how full your are, and how bad you need to relieve yourself. I want you to think about how easy it would be for your to ejaculate all over my face right now. You could cover me with your semen in an instant." She paused. "But you're not going to. Because you haven't been allowed to come. Isn't that right?"

"Yes..."

Curtis looked at his therapist's beautiful face. She was wearing minimal but carefully done makeup, bringing out the oultine of her eyes. Her hair was firmly tied back. Her glasses perfectly clean. He thought about how easy it would be to make a mass of her. He imagined his therapist's face covered in his semen. He could do it if he wanted, she wouldn't be able to evade it, it would be so easy to come all over her face, it would feel so good...

But she hadn't given him permission to come. And more than anything, he wanted to obey. So he continued to stroke slowly, careful not to cross the edge.

"Accelerate and continue to masturbate until you reach the edge. Stop right before you come."

Curtis increased his pace, and within seconds, felt he was nearing the point of no return, and removed his hand. Dr Parker looked at his pulsing member, seconds away from splashing his thick semen all over her face, and waited for almost a minute.

"Again," she eventually said.

Curtis once again masturbated to the limit of his climax and stopped.

"Again."

He couldn't take anymore. He touched himself for only a couple of seconds before stopping. Dr Parker watched a thick drop of precum oozing out of his member and falling on the floor.

"Now, clean yourself and the floor," she said, handing Curtis a box of tissues.

Noticing his dumbfounded expression, Dr Parker added:

"You will not have an orgasm today, Curtis."

He took the tissues, stepped back, and obediently cleaned his glistening member. Then he kneeled before his therapist, who was still sitting in her chair with her legs crossed, and proceeded to wipe the small puddle of saliva and precum he had dropped at his feet.

Once he was done, he stood up and waited for his therapist to say something.

"Starting tonight, you will masturbate every morning, every lunch break and every evening, stopping just before reaching your climax, until our next session. You are forbidden to have an orgasm. You can get dressed now."

Once he got his clothes back on, Dr Parker said:

"One way or another, you need to fulfill this fantasy. There's no way around it. I will help you with it for now, it's my job to help you find the necessary balance in your life."

"But do you... enjoy doing this? I mean, you seem... experienced."

She smiled.

"That's a personal question, Curtis."

~ Four days later ~

It was now time for Curtis' next appointment with his therapist. Dr Parker invited him in her office.

"You can undress," said Dr Parker as she sat on her chair.

Curtis didn't expect her to open with this, but promptly obeyed.

"Have you followed my instructions, Curtis? Did you masturbate and edge every morning, lunch break and evening?" she asked as he was undressing.

"Yes, doctor."

"Come closer. Show me how your penis grows erect, without you touching it."

Curtis stood next to the doctor as he had last time. Inches from her face, his penis began to grow and harden, soon reaching its full size. Dr Parker looked at the throbbing member.

"Good. On a scale of one to ten, how much do you need to have an orgasm, Curtis?"

"Ten... For the last few days, it all I've been able to think about. I'm... hard all the time."

"And why didn't you grant yourself this orgasm?"

"Because you forbade me to come."

Dr Parker looked into her patient's eyes, and said:

"But you could have done it anyway if you wanted. I wasn't there to stop you. So, again, why did you not let yourself come even though you needed it so desperately?"

"I... didn't want to disobey you."

"Because the pleasure you get from obeying me is greater than the pleasure you could get on your own?"

"Yes..."

"Because you desperately need someone to control your pleasure?"

"Y-yes..."

"I see."

Dr Parker turned her office chair to face Curtis, then laid back and crossed her legs, in a way that made her look both relaxed and dominant at the same time.

"Get on your knees."

Curtis did as instructed, kneeling at his therapist's feet. Once he was in position, Dr Parker said:

"Are you ready to obey?"

"Yes."

"You will masturbate at the pace I tell you. When I allow it, you will ejaculate on the floor. After that, you will lick the floor clean of your semen."

"Y-yes, doctor."

"Remember, you are forbidden to come until I say otherwise. Now, grab your penis. Hold it tightly."

On his knees before his therapist, with his erection in his hand, Curtis was waiting for her next instructions.

"Stroke it slowly."

He began to masturbate.

"Slower. Slower. Yes, like this. Maintain that pace."

Curtis looked at his member. With each stroke, he drew out a bit of precum, that began to form a large drop at the tip of his penis. After a few strokes, the elastic fluid slowly dropped to the floor at Dr Parker's feet.

"Look into my eyes, Curtis."

Dr Parker watched her patient masturbate as slowly as he could for a couple of minutes. The room was silent apart from Curtis' heavy breathing. She could see his body slowly begin to tense up as his pleasure built up. Dr Curtis knew exactly the signs that would indicate Curtis was about to come, and she was watching out for them.

After so many days of edging, Curtis was desperate to come. She could see the need, the burning desire in his eyes.

"I will now count down. You will have an orgasm when I reach zero. Ten... Nine... Eight..."

Curtis maintained eye contact, hangin on to her lips. He was so close... She continued counting down slowly:

"Seven... Six... Five... Four..."

Curtis slowed down even more, trying to keep his climax at bay until the end of the countdown.

"Three... Two... One..."

Curtis contracted his abdomen and locked his breathing. Dr Parker knew he was at the point of no return, and ordered:

"Let go of your penis, rest your hands on the floor behind you and lean back on them."

One more stroke and Curtis would have already been coming. As he let go of his member against all of his instincts, he could feel the unstoppable pleasure building up inside him. He leaned back as instructed, arching his back in the process.

"Lift your crotch."

Pushing on his thighs, Curtis raised his crotch, sticking out his erection as his climax continued to slowly build up. The throbbing member was pointing upwards.

"Remain perfectly still. I know you can feel your orgasm building up."

She looked at her patient, standing on his knees and fists at her feet, one word away from orgasm. With a smile, she said:

"Zero. You may come now."

Curtis stopped trying to push back his climax, and let the pleasure flow through his entire body. With a loud groan, he stuck his crotch out as much as he could and began ejaculating.

Dr Parker watched her patient's penis throb wildly as it shot rope after rope of thick semen. The hot fluid flew upward in a curved trajectory, before landing inches from her feet. Curtis was groaning and moaning.

Between the edging and the satisfaction of once again obeying a woman's instructions, Curtis had never felt so much pleasure, despite the frustration of being forbidden to touch himself at the most critical moment. Even his sister in law had never managed to grant him such a powerful orgasm. He struggled to maintain eye contact with Dr Parker as he emptied his balls before her. He felt his erection pulsing, uncontrollably gushing his white fluid at his therapist's feet. His ejaculation seemed never ending. Pleasure continued to course through his veins with each spasm, with each new burst of semen. When she saw his orgasm begin to fade, Dr Parker said:

"Now, resume stroking and draw out any remaining semen."

Curtis immediately leaned forward and grabbed his sensitive member. Holding it tightly, he pumped out the last remaining drops of sperm, while prolonging his exhausting climax. With an expression of both submission and relief, he continued to look into his therapist's eyes as he finished draining himself empty.

"Is your orgasm over, Curtis?"

"Y-yes, doctor."

"Release your penis. You may now look down."

Curtis looked at the floor. He had never ejaculated so much. Thick white strings of semen were laid out all over the place, up to 15 inches before him. And he knew what was coming next...

"Now, you will lick the floor clean, and you will swallow every last drop of your semen."

"Yes..."

Curtis placed his hands on the floor in front of him, and leaned forward until his face was right above the thickest puddle of his semen. Apart from the mess he had just made, the floor was immaculate. He extended his tongue and began licking the product of his orgasm at his therapist's feet.

He had already tasted it before, but this was the first time he was actually swallowing the entirety of his load. And it happened to be the biggest ejaculation he had ever had... He felt the hot, salty fluid glide down his throat every time he swallowed. Once he was done with the puddle before him, he moved on to the white lines, licking them off one after the other, moving closer and closer to Dr Parker. When he had finished licking the floor clean, he sat up, on his knees, at his therapist's feet.

"From now on, you will always eat the entirety of your semen whenever you ejaculate."

"Y-yes, doctor."

"Knowing that, will you continue to obey me?"

"Yes."

"Now, I guess we have a contract to draft..."