Transcripts Ch. 05

Leaving Jenny to her paperwork. I closed the door behind me, pausing before walking towards the reception. My head held high, bristling for once with confidence. A sense that was unusual and alien to me.

Den arose from behind the desk upon seeing me and strode towards me. Looming tall and broad shouldered, like a heavyweight boxer. He approached me, looking immaculate in his grey business suit and said, in a deep baritone voice "Ah Mr. Jones, so you've finally finished I hope that it all went well for you today?" Raising an eyebrow inquisitively. My newly found confidence started to ebb away.

"Yes, it went really well today thanks." I replied, hesitantly as he looked directly into my eyes, smiling, showing his teeth. He reminded me of a Wolf circling it's prey. "Jenny arranged for me to come back on Tuesday."

"Good, I'll see you next Tuesday then. Have you received an invoice from us? It seems we haven't received a payment yet, are there any problems?" He asked, towering over me. His smile turned to a concerned questioning hard stare.

I took a step backwards. "Sorry no, it's not a problem. I'll sort that out for you immediately, as soon as I get home." I apologised, timidly. My back was now against the wall, trying to keep out of his way as he brushed closely past me in the corridor, leaving the strong scent of aftershave in his wake.

He stopped, just outside Jenny's room. Reaching out for the door handle then turned his head towards me. "Ok great, see that you do, I would appreciate it. You can let yourself out." He said, before opening the door and disapearing inside.

I wandered home through the busy streets, playing the events of the afternoon over in my mind. So absorbed in thought that I almost stepped out in front of oncoming traffic at a pedestrian crossing. The driver sounded his horn as I jumped back to the curb. My heart was racing as I stopped for a moment clutching my chest, trying to catch my breath.

Over the past month the therapy sessions with Jenny had taken an unexpected turn. In the consultation room I felt so submissive towards her. Embarrassed and humiliated at her constant questioning, her examinations and occasional mocking laughter. I knew that this was something that I had craved for so long and now she occupied my every thought. I hadn't felt this way since I was with Amy. Now I couldn't wait for my next appointment.

At my front door I fumbled for the key, struggling to fit it in the lock, so preoccupied with my thoughts. Once indoors I put the kettle on and made a coffee and checked my mail, always the same junk, bills and final reminders. I took my coffee into the living room, settling down on the sofa. I closed my eyes and pictured Jenny in her pink panties and bra, I felt myself becoming aroused again.

I opened my eyes, thought that I shouldn't play with myself. Jenny had not actually stated that I should refrain from masturbation this time. I tried to take my mind of the subject.

I needed to settle the bill for her services as I didn't want to get on the wrong side of Den. Also I didn't want anything that might prevent me from spending time in Jenny's presence. She dominated my every thought.

I turned my laptop on and went online, looked up her website and made a payment. Then checked my bank account and realised that my money was going to be tight this week. I would just have to stay home, instead of my weekly visit to the pub. Not much of a sacrifice as I didn't get too much excitement these days from going out for a few beers. I believed that my therapy sessions with Jenny was more important and money better spent.

Later that night, I got myself ready for bed and slid under the duvet. I would sometimes take the laptop into bed with me to watch online porn and masturbate. Instead I closed my eyes imagining Jenny was there beside me slapping my erection away with her pen. I thought back to the jolt she gave me and her admonishment at my attempt to wank off in front of her. I heard her voice inside my head telling me to turn off the bedside lamp, turn over and go to sleep.

The next morning I awoke with Jenny on my mind. She had said about me wearing female underwear, that panties might suit me better. When I was with Amy we would go clothes shopping and wander down the aisles of the lingerie department. She would hold up items of clothing against herself and ask my opinion, seeking my approval. She would sometimes encourage me to buy myself a pair of knickers.

I rummaged through the collection of panties that I kept in my bedside draws. Sorted out a few pairs that might be suitable. I put them into the washing machine along with my other laundry. It was a warm, sunny day outside, perfect weather for drying. My garden was secluded, only overlooked by the bathroom window of the upstairs flat. Nobody would be able to see what I had hung on the clothes line.

The week seemed to pass slowly. Slower than I had expected. I stayed home, only venturing out to shop for groceries. Around the flat I kept myself occupied with the housework. I cleaned my place from top to bottom. Ran the vacuum cleaner over the carpets, dusted and polished the furniture, I even washed the windows and frames outside. I've always been conscious about cleanliness.

I shaved my entire body in the bath and paid close attention to my genitals, this time I did my forearms. I had waited until the evening before to shave my arms as I felt a bit embarrassed about going out in public with noticeably hairless arms, It was fine weather so I would often wear a T-shirt when going out. Jenny had recommended that I use moisturiser on my skin that might prevent razor rash. When I had been with Amy she had introduced me to hair removal creams and bought me some that she used. I admitted that it felt good being so smooth all over.

On Tuesday morning I sorted through my collection of feminine underwear and chose a pair of red high cut lace panties, I had bought them years ago while out shopping with Amy. I pulled them up my smooth, shaven legs making sure that I tucked my penis tightly down between my legs so a bulge would be less noticeable, not that I was that well endowed.

Standing in front of the mirror I gazed at my reflection, turning myself around to see my body from all the angles. I was satisfied with the result. I didn't exactly have a feminine shape but I thought that I looked a lot less masculine with my hairless body and my penis tucked away in red panties.

Again I stood on the doorstep of the Victorian building and rang the bell on the intercom by the side of the brass plaque and waited for a response. I was greeted by a familiar female voice and announced myself. The ornate dark wooden door clicked open and I stepped inside.

This time Janet, the receptionist was seated behind the desk. A young woman was in front of her, talking, sounding quite urgent and seemingly insistent on booking an appointment as soon as possible. As I listened in, Janet was answering in a calm and polite manner. The woman looked to be in her mid twenties, quite tall with a slim, petite figure and had shoulder length blond hair. She was casually dressed in a dark blue vest top and wore loose fitting grey jogging bottoms.

As I stood waiting, Janet glanced past the woman at me, smiled and nodded, before continuing to give the younger woman her attention. Concluding their discussion the woman turned to leave, she looked me up and down and gave me a brief half smile. I thought she looked attractive but there was something odd about her features, most striking was her bright blue eyes. I watched her leave, slightly distracted.

Janet adjusted her glasses, looking up from the computer screen and smiled once more. "Hello, I have an appointment today with Jenny Appiah." I said, I couldn't really put an age on Janet, I thought that maybe she was around my own age or perhaps a little older.

"Good afternoon Mr. Jones you're a bit early. Would you mind taking a seat for a moment? I'll go and see if she is ready for you" Janet said, politely and gestured towards a row of three wooden chairs along the farside of the reception area. "I'll not keep you long." She got up and walked past me down the corridor. Janet was dressed in a smart royal blue, loose fitting jacket and trousers. Her heels clicked on the polished wooden floor as she went by. I seated myself and took out my phone to check the time. I was ten minutes early, was I so eager to be here? I asked myself. I wondered what might happen this time.

Abruptly a door opened to the right of the reception desk and Den appeared. He looked over in my direction and gave me a wide grin. "Hey, Mr. Jones." He said, while doing up his cuffs on the white shirt he wore. "It's good to see you again."

"Hi, it's good to see you too." I began. Just then Janet reappeared, cutting into the beginning of our conversation.

"Jenny said that she is ready for you now, if you would like to go through?" Janet said politely, looking between Den and myself. "Can I get you a drink, a cup of tea or coffee perhaps?"

"A coffee would be fine, white with two sugars please." I replied. Standing I nodded towards Den, relieved that I didn't have to talk with him as I found our last encounter somewhat intimidating. I hurried down the corridor towards where Jenny would be waiting. The door had been left ajar. I took a deep breath before I gave a gentle knock and pushed the door open.

Jenny Appiah was studying her notes as I entered, sat in one of the tan leather armchairs. She looked up and smiled, as beautiful and radiant as ever. She wore her straightened hair down this time, her cherubic features were framed by a mane of long black and red highlights. Golden hooped earrings caught the sun's rays that came through the open vertical blinds at the window.

"Hello Tony, please take a seat." She said, gesturing with her outstretched hand towards the other chair. I situated myself down in the opposite armchair and made myself comfortable. "So how have you been doing? I hope you had a good week?"

"I've been ok I've had a very quiet week, haven't done too much apart from the housework." I said, watching as Jenny crossed her brown shapely legs and entwined her fingers over her knee. Today, she wore a tight fitting, deep purple mini dress, that showed off her ample cleavage. Around her neck she had her pendant, that was shaped with the outline of Africa, reflected sunlight as it nestled between her breasts.

I looked around the room it all seemed to be in order, the same as last week. Except the curtains were half way drawn around the leather examination table. The wooden high backed chair was still in place by the window.

There was a knock on the door, Jenny looked past me and said, "Please enter." Janet came through with two cups of steaming coffee and put them down on the low table between us. "Thank you very much, Janet." Jenny moved her folder of notes out of the way, placing them on her lap.

"Will that be all Jenny?" Janet asked, stepping backwards. I had this notion suddenly cross my mind that there was some kind of dominant and submissive situation going on between them. I almost expected her to bow down or curtsey in front of Jenny.

"Yes thats all, I'll call you if I need anything else." Jenny said, giving Janet a broad smile before turning her attention to me once more.

Janet closed the door behind her. I picked up the coffee cup and after blowing across the liquid surface to cool it down, I took a sip. It was just the way I like it. I asked "How was your week?"

"My week has been quite busy with my work here and elsewhere. "She paused, seemingly lost in thought for a moment. "The weekend was really nice and relaxing, especially Saturday evening."

"What did you do on Saturday? Did you go out anywhere?" I asked.

"We went out to that new Thai restaurant in town. Really lovely food, although a bit expensive. Den and I had a meal with a couple of friends. I would recommend the place. Have you been there?" She asked.

"No I haven't been there yet. I do enjoy eating out, I'll have to go when I have a bit more money." I replied, taking another sip of coffee.

"Sorry for asking but have you been having money worries? You're off work, aren't you?" Jenny leaning forward and picking up her own cup. wrapping her fingers around the handle. I noticed her silver nail varnish.

"I've been signed off from work since just before the pandemic. "I explained. "I went to see a doctor as I was feeling low and ill, anxious and stressed out with work. My relationship with Amy had ended shortly before. I was eventually diagnosed with depression."

"That's the reason why you are here, isn't it? These feelings of anxiety that you've had over the past few years." Jenny, smiled at me before looking down to her notes.

"It is, I've not been able to get back to work since then, money has been tight recently." I admitted, looking into cup and the dark steaming liquid.

"I do understand. Den said that he had a word about a late payment last week." Jenny said. "Don't worry I'll talk to him about it later, see if I can give you a bit more breathing room."

"Thanks I could do with that as I don't want to be unable to come here and talk with you." I looked over at her, she had a confident, reassuring smile on her lips. I thought about how I would love to kiss those lips just once.

Jenny returned my gaze and fluttered her long eyelashes, teasingly. "Do you think these sessions have helped you?" She asked, adjusting the hemline of her purple dress. stretching it downwards towards her knees.

"Yes I do, I feel more confident and clear headed now. I can actually have a good nights sleep, that makes a change." I replied. "It feels like a weight has been lifted off my chest.

"Are you still masturbating yourself as much now? I would hope that you could control yourself by now." Jenny said, with a wide smile and regarded me with her dark almond shaped eyes. I felt her studying my every move.

"No the last time I did that was when I was here." I replied, looking beyond her towards the curtained off examination couch, the place where I had last made myself cum.

"Good boy, that was when you gave me your sperm sample, wasn't it?" She asked, "Try saving your masturbation for when you are here, can you do that for me?"

I nodded in response to her question. "I'll try and to refrain from masturbation, although its sometimes difficult not to. I do get turned on." I stammered, ashamed to admit that to her.

"I've had the results back from the lab, concerning your sample. It appears that you are sterile, as I suspected. You had a zero sperm count, no swimmers." Jenny said, looking serious but with just a hint of pleasure from being proved correct in her assumption. "It might be due to hormonal problems or perhaps the functionality of your testicles, sorry I meant singular testicle."

That piece of news didn't actually surprise me. I had often thought that I may be unable to reproduce. "I had hoped that I might have had a bit more of a positive result. Does that mean that I won't need to wear a condom?" I asked, jokingly.

Jenny ignored my last remark. "I still think that keeping yourself locked up in chastity is a good idea. Perhaps you might consider having your piercings redone, if a normal cage isn't suitable for you?" It may cure you of any urges and also help to keep those naughty little erections away." Jenny smiled broadly as she spoke. I had this feeling that she was teasing me at this point.

"I do understand." I said, somewhat humilated and embarrassed at her suggestion about me being in chastity again.

"Good, so where were we? Where did we get to last week?" She looked at her notes. "You just had a threesome with Amy and Andy. What happened next?"

I took a deep breath before beginning to recount what happened after the events of that Sunday in late May ten years ago. "After Amy and Andy left to go home?"

"Yes, that's it, from that time." Jenny put her notes back on the table and sat back crossing her legs, showing off her thighs. "What happened next? She left you a her panties?"

"Amy gave me her panties, I had bought them for her in February." I said. "I still had those after all this time, kept in my bedside draws. She text me later that evening, saying that she got home safely and that they had a very good time at mine."

"What exactly did she say? I've been reading through your transcripts and noticed that there wasn't much mention of this time, so what exactly happened?" Jenny inquired, leaning over to read her notes. Giving me a view down the front of her dress between her breasts. I felt myself becoming slightly damp in my panties.

"Sorry, my text messages with Amy don't go back this far, I lost the phone I had at the time." I explained. I sat back in the chair with the coffee cup in my hand, thinking back to what exactly she had said. "We chatted about her time having sex with Andy in my bed."

"Go on then, please give me all the details." Jenny said settling back and crossed her ankles. I looked down at her feet. She wore the same strappy white heels from last week. "You wasn't in the bedroom with them while this was happening, did she tell you about what they got up to?"

I finished my coffee draining the cup, then placed it back on the table. "Amy told me about what sexual positions they did."

"So what did they get up to in your bedroom?" She asked, shifting her weight and gave me a glimpse between her brown skinned thighs.

"Well, she pushed the bedroom door to, left it open just a crack. I could hear what was happening but couldn't see anything. Amy told me that they started by kissing passionately, Andy pushed her up against the wall at first and fingered her vagina while they kissed."

"They then moved over to the bed, she sat down on the edge and took his cock in her mouth and gave him a blow job." I said, feeling myself getting aroused while telling Jenny this. l looked away momentarily towards the window. "After sucking his hard cock for a few minutes she turned over and knelt on the bed, he was standing up and took her from behind."

"Doggy style?" Jenny asked. "That's a great position for the man to go in real deep. Could you hear everything that was going on?"

"I could hear almost everything, apart from their whispers. I could hear the bed creaking, laughter, her moans, his grunts." I replied, "Amy always said that she really enjoyed that position. Doggy style was one of her favourites. After awhile they got under the duvet cover and continued to kiss. She told me that she was so turned on, she thought that Andy might be close to shooting his load. She wanted him to last longer, so calmed him down for a few minutes."

"Just out of interest, was this the first time that they spent together in a bed?" Jenny inquired, watching my reactions intently.

"According to Amy they had only had sex on the sofa, this was their first time in a bed."

Jenny nodded, "Ok, so what were you doing while they fucked each other in your bed? Were you wanking yourself off at this point?"

"I had picked up their clothes from the floor and sofa and then I folded them up. Then I did have a wank while I listened to them." I felt myself stiffening as I looked over at Jenny. Her ankles were still crossed, my gaze went up her beautiful legs.

"She then described getting on top of him, while they kissed she straddled him. He sucked her nipples while she took his cock in her hand and guided him inside her pussy." I closed my eyes momentarily imagining what that must feel like, to be inside her. "Amy said that she orgasmed for the first time while she rode his cock."

Jenny giggled and said "Cowgirl is another great position for a woman, I always cum when I'm on top."

"Then they changed position once more, she laid face down in the pillows with her backside raised up. He entered her from behind. Then she said that Andy pulled his cock out, used his spit to lubricate her tight arsehole, he then stuck his cock up her bum." I said, studying Jenny's features for her reaction.