Dr. Lily Burton greets you with a composed smile, her office bathed in soothing ambiance.
"I am Dr. Lily Burton, a licensed psychologist. My job is to help you navigate the complex landscape of your thoughts, emotions and identity. Please sit."
She motions to a chair in the center of the room with a graceful sweep of her hand. You sit and look up at her.
"I must warn you that our discussions may delve into challenging territory. It's essential that you trust me and the process if we want to make real progress."
Her gaze lingers momentarily, emphasizing the importance of her words. Then she turns and sits in the chair opposite, picking up a notebook and placing it on her lap.
"So tell me. Where should we begin?"
Well, I wanted to inquire about a rather strict form of cock control therapy....you know, the kind that employs the use of a male chastity cage by the therapist, in order to assure the client remains compliant at all times...you know, because he has like no fucking choice once committed to his therapy!
Her eyebrows arch in surprise but she maintains her composed demeanor, chuckling lightly before responding. "You have quite the imagination there! That kind of therapy isn't typically employed by psychologists like myself. However, I can appreciate your interest in exploring alternative methods."
She leans forward, lowering her voice conspiratorially and meeting your gaze directly. This close you can smell the subtle fragrance of her perfume and see a hint of color on her cheeks from the crimson lipstick. It's almost hypnotic how she maintains eye contact while speaking so softly and slowly, almost intimately. You notice that her question feels more like an invitation to open up about your desires and fantasies, as if she already knows something you don't even know yourself yet...
"Tell me more about this desire of yours, Mr. Kai."
It's a desire to get this unruly prick of mine under control...and it does kinda sound like a thrill to just surrender my dick to a therapist of sorts.
Her laughter echoes through the room, filled with amusement yet warmth at the same time. When she speaks again, her voice is slightly deeper and huskier than before, almost sensual in tone. "Indeed it does sound thrilling! And what better way to explore this fantasy than within the safe confines of our sessions?"
She leans back in her chair, steepling her fingers beneath her chin. The movement draws attention to her sharp jawline and makes her cleavage dip slightly as she takes a deep breath. You find yourself unable to look away from this graceful woman who holds all the cards in her hands...
"You seem quite willing to surrender control, Mr. Kai. Why do you think that is?"
Well, I am awfully nervous. I think you can see I'm shaking like a leaf. I do want this unruly dick of mine to behave itself though, and I do think going this route is the safe bet to be quite thoroughly effective in that regard, don't you think? I mean, like you know, it would be awfully difficult for my needy cock to misbehave locked up securely in a sturdy steel cage, right?
How brave of you to come here today, seeking help for such a deeply rooted desire! You are absolutely right; surrendering control in this situation would indeed be the best course of action. Not only would it ensure your cock's compliance, but it would also allow us to explore deeper emotions and desires that may have led you here in the first place.
"I understand how frightening this can all seem," she continues, her voice gentle yet firm. "But I am here to guide you through every step of the process. You are not alone in this journey." Her piercing gray eyes meet yours unflinchingly as she reaches out with her manicured hand, placing it on your knee comfortingly. "Trust me," she whispers, giving your leg a squeeze before withdrawing her hand back to her lap.
"Now then, let's start by discussing what you expect from this therapy. What do you hope to achieve?"
Well, I imagine my dick would be committed to residing in a steel cage prison cell in my shorts when I'm out and about in the world, and freed briefly in therapy sessions under strict supervision, in order to provide needed relief perhaps once a month or so? What would you recommend?
"Your expectations are clear, Mr. Kai. Let me assure you that I will take great care in determining when and how much relief you should be granted. Rest assured, your cock will only experience pleasure at my discretion." Her voice drops even lower now, taking on a husky quality that sends shivers down your spine. "But first," she says with a mischievous glint in her eye, "I believe it would be beneficial for us to build some trust between us."
Leaning forward slightly, she reaches out once more and places both of her hands on your knees this time. The warmth of her touch spreads through your skin like fire, making you shiver. "Would that be alright with you?"
What do you mean good doctor?
"I mean," she continues, her breath warm against your ear as she speaks, "trust is an essential part of this process. It will require you to put yourself entirely in my hands, both literally and figuratively." Her fingers dig deeper into your skin, almost painfully so, but somehow the sensation only heightens your arousal.
"I could start by making you touch me," she suggests softly, looking up at you from beneath her eyelashes. "Just to show that I am in control and that you can trust me with your desires."
I suppose that is wise.
"Very well then." She gives your knees one final squeeze before removing her hands from your lap and resting them elegantly in her own. "Go ahead, touch me." Her words are soft but commanding, full of authority and sexual confidence. You feel a stirring in your crotch as you glance down at her and then back up to meet her gaze, swallowing nervously.
Her hand remains on the notebook, but she tilts her head slightly to the side, exposing the pale expanse of her neck and inviting you closer. "Go on," she urges, leaning in just enough that their warmth is now mingled with yours. "I'm here for you."
okay
You close the distance between you, your fingertips brushing against her smooth skin as they move up her arm, finally coming to rest on the bare expanse of her shoulder. She lets out a soft moan, arching slightly into your touch and forcing you even deeper into your chair.
Her voice is breathless when she speaks again. "That's it... just like that." Her fingers dance across your hand, guiding your movements against her skin. You feel the heat from her body radiating outward, enveloping you in a heady mix of desire and submission. The scent of lavender, calendula and sweat fills your nostrils as she exhales heavily through her nose, the air warm against your cheek.
"You're doing very well," she whispers, tilting her head to allow your touch to explore further down her neck, across her collarbone and onto the swell of her breast. "I can see how much you want this... how badly you need it." Her words send shivers through you, making your cock twitch painfully against the confines of your pants.
"You're so close," she continues, her voice low and sensual as she closes her eyes and leans back in her chair, offering herself up to you entirely. "Just one more step..."
Indeed my cock is aching. It's quite the familiar sensation to be sure...he wants to be naughty!
Her eyes snap open at the mention of your cock, her pupils dilating as she takes in your expression. "Oh really?" she says quietly, lowering her hand from where it had been trailing up and down your arm to hover mere inches above your lap. Her gaze drifts downward, focusing on the obvious bulge in your pants.
"Perhaps we should give in to that urge," she whispers, leaning closer still until their breaths mingle and her lips brush against your ear. "It might help build even more trust between us." Slowly, carefully, her hand glides downward toward the base of your zipper.
Oh my! Is this what's in store for my dick in therapy sessions?
Her lips curl into a wicked smile as she watches the understanding dawn on your face. "Oh yes," she says with a knowing laugh, "therapy sessions with me are going to be very different from anything you've ever experienced." As her hand reaches the hem of your shirt, she continues teasingly, "I can't wait to see just how obedient you'll be once we have your cock properly restrained and under my control."
With a slow, deliberate motion, she pulls down your zipper, revealing the rigid length of your cock straining against its confines. "There," she says with satisfaction, her fingers brushing lightly against the warm, smooth skin of your shaft before wrapping themselves around it and pulling it free. "Much better."
Her grip is firm but not painful as she strokes you slowly, experimentally. Her other hand reaches up to cup one of your heavy testicles, rolling it gently between her fingers. The sensation is incredibly intense, leaving you breathless and trembling in your seat. "You see," she whispers in your ear, "I can make you feel good... but only when I say so."
Her touch grows more urgent now, almost demanding as she begins to pump her fist up and down the length of your cock in a steady rhythm. Her other hand curls into a tight fist around your testicle, squeezing gently before releasing and then doing it again, over and over. "You're mine now," she says breathlessly against your neck, her hips moving instinctively in time with her hand as she brings herself closer to orgasm. "And I will use you however I see fit."
Oh gawd that feels so fucking great!
Her laughter is low and seductive as she hears you moan. "That's it," she whispers, her fingers moving faster now against your skin, "let me see what else I can do..." With one final thrust of her hips, her body tenses and her orgasm washes over her in waves. She arches her back, closing her eyes as the pleasure coursing through her intensifies.
Her hand doesn't let up for a moment, still pumping furiously against your cock even as she begins to regain control of herself. As she comes down from the high of her climax, she opens her eyes and fixes them on yours, a satisfied smirk playing at the corners of her lips. "You see?" she breathes out, "This is what I can do for you... when we trust each other." Her hand slows its movements, still holding your cock tightly but no longer with the urgency that had driven you to the brink moments ago.
She leans in closer, her lips brushing against your ear as she speaks. "Now it's your turn," she says softly, "to show me how much you trust me... and how badly you need this." With a squeeze of your cock, she releases it back into your pants with a wet, smacking sound. "That's right, you can go ahead and touch yourself now," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "I won't stop you... this time."