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Chapter 9 Domination Therapy 1
“Lady Natasha?” asked Ben entering Consultation Room No. 4. He was speaking to the room’s only occupant, a female seated in the room’s far corner reading a hardcopy book. As he waited for her to speak or at the least to look up acknowledging his presence, he tried without success to read the book’s cover.
She’s certainly not dressed for the part of a dominatrix observed Ben. I’d guess late thirties to early forties, nice slender figure with good legs. In Ben’s opinion, Doctor Natasha Simoneski was dressed to work in a lawyer’s office or a bank, dark brown suit, white blouse, straight skirt and close-toed pumps. Her cold black straight hair was cut stylishly short. She has beautiful hands observed Ben noting the long gracefully tapered fingers and the manicured nails.
The only odd thing about the Doctor’s appearance was she was wearing a garter belt and hose rather than the ubiquitous panty hose or less common stay up hose. Ben could clearly see the top of her hose, the white flesh of her thigh and the elastic suspender clamped onto the hose top. Ben recalled how years ago, Lisa had dressed in garter belt and hose in an unsuccessful attempt to rouse him. The thought of Charlotte dressed similarly came to mind and he felt his cock stir. He quickly pushed the thought away.
Lady Natasha finally looked up from her book and spoke, “Remove all your clothes, Mr. Simmons. I am to be addressed always as Lady Natasha. But you are not to speak again except in response to a direct question.” That said she returned to her reading. She spoke with a slight Middle European accent that Ben was unable to place. Ben’s medical folder was on a nearby table.
Ben fought the urge to return to Doctor Fogarty’s office and tell him to forget it. He’d made a commitment to see this through feeling his marriage and future happiness depended on it. The erection resulting from contact with his own daughter added to his will to stay and complete his therapy.
Ben sat down on a nearby chair and took off his shoes. In a matter of minutes his clothes were neatly hanging on a corner clothes rack placed there for just that purpose.
Ben would not have found Dr. Fogarty in his office if he had returned there. The good doctor was seated on the other side of a two-way mirror watching Ben and Doctor Simoneski AKA Lady Natasha.
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This should be interesting thought Doctor Fogarty as he removed his pager from his belt and sent a text message to his assistant, Cindy, to join him in the Viewing Room in fifteen minutes. He’d already started the digital video cameras that would record Ben’s session with Doctor Simoneski. Later he would use it to further diagnose Ben’s problem; and if sufficiently erotic he would add it to his personal collection of pornography.
Once he had gained Ben’s trust, he would pursue bringing his slut wife, Lisa, and horny daughter, Charlotte, into a family therapy session. That would require patience and kill, but if successful, would provide the basis for a very interesting and erotic case history he could share with his colleagues who specialized in sex therapy.
It might not please the American Psychiatric Society but it certainly would please me to suck Ben Simmons’ cock thought Doctor Fogarty looking intently at the formidable object dangling between Ben’s legs. Cindy will doubtlessly want to help with Ben’s therapy. Once the slut gets a look at his penis, the horny bitch will do anything to get it inside her. She has a deep-seated longing for long, thick cocks that borders on neuroses. And that’s the biggest we’ve had in the clinic in quite a while, maybe ever. It will be amusing to watch that stupid cunt, Cindy, scheme her way to penetration.
Next session if this goes as I expect, I’ll be on the receiving end of that monster. I’ll have to perform some serious bowel irrigation or Ben’s dick will be wearing my shit for a hat when he pulls it out of my ass. If that happens, Cindy can lick it clean.
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Ben was proud of his physique and he had a right to be. For a man in his fifties, he was in remarkable condition. Muscular and taller than most, with minimum body fat, younger women still found him attractive. If they had seen him naked, they would have reacted even more favorably. Ben’s penis was out of proportion to his height. In his early years in the army barracks, he was nicknamed the Delmarva Tripod or more succinctly Tripod. Sprout was another nickname applied to Ben by his barracks mates.
After the word of Ben’s endowment had gotten around Fort Bragg, he had not lacked for female company. Army wives weren’t immune to gossiping about the size of the young lieutenant’s member. He had been fresh out of Officer Candidates School when word traveled around base there was a new and substantial daddy on the prowl.
Ben stood silent and naked recalling his early days in Uncle Sam’s army. I was fucking all the time, captain’s wives, major’s wives, colonel’s wives, even Christine, the wife of a brigadier, had secured Lt. Simmons services one afternoon while her husband was away. Christine, now there was one hot piece of ass. What the hell happened to me? I was a stud in those days and now I’m a fucking eunuch. Lisa is damn attractive, built like a brick shithouse, and ready to go 24/7. I should have come for therapy years ago.
I can’t believe Charlotte got me hard this morning, my own daughter. I shouldn’t have let her kiss me like that. She certainly can kiss. My toes practically curled not to mention I got hard as a rock. Nothing makes sense. I out source my wife to my minister because I can’t get it up for her but at the same time, my daughter kisses me once and I’m standing tall and ready to screw. Maybe Doctor Fogarty can figure this out.
Doctor Fogarty said that wasn’t all that unusual for a father to be sexually attracted to his teenage daughter. Charlotte’s pretty and has the physique of a world class athlete. I always had a thing for athletic women but that doesn’t explain what happened this morning, not really.
Poor Lisa, the last time she sucked my cock, she’d worked on it with her mouth for an hour and nothing happened recalled Ben. She sucked until her jaw was too tired to function. I thought when she stuck two fingers up my ass and stroked my prostate I’d get a hardon. And I did but it only lasted a couple of minutes and when she mounted me I went soft. That was fucking humiliating. For some weird reason, I think Charlotte would keep me hard and I could pound away until I ejaculated. Jesus, this is no way for a father to think about his only daughter. Still, I’m so desperate to prove I’m still a man I might give her a try. No, I shouldn’t even consider that. Doctor Fogarty will help me and I’ll get back to being a normal husband and father.
Ben stood silent waiting for Lady Natasha to react. After what seemed like forever, she placed her bookmark and snapped the book shut. Then she slowly stood up and walked to where he was standing. She circled him slowly stopping directly in front of him. He found himself gazing into her emerald green eyes.
“You have offended me already, Benjamin. You do not look me in the eye. Cast your eyes to the floor,” said Lady Natasha.
“Yes,” said an uncomprehending Ben.
“You have compounded your offense. “Yes, Lady Natasha is the proper way. What a fool you are.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t understand, Lady Natasha.”
“Your apology is unacceptable. Put these on,” said Lady Natasha opening the top drawer of a chest. “Find things that fit.”
Ben peered anxiously into the drawer at the lingerie.
“You want me to dress in women’s underwear, Lady Natasha? I’ve never done that.” The thought of dressing as a woman had never occurred to Ben.
“I will help you but I will punish you later for being so incompetent. This garter belt should fit. It is adjustable,” said Lady Natasha selecting a midnight blue garter belt from the drawer. The frilly garments in the drawer along with the other clothes in the room were purchased from a New York boutique specializing in providing women’s apparel in men’s sizes.
Lady Natasha took a position behind Ben then reached around his waist to fasten the flimsy lace garment in the back. “See it fits. Now for hose, these should do,” said Lady Natasha picking up a pair of matching hose.
Ben sat down in the nearby straight chair and carefully slipped the hose over his feet being careful not to make runs. He looked uncomprehendingly at the dangling elastic he was supposed to attach to the hose.
“Stand up, I will show you this the first time,” said Lady Natasha. When Ben stood up, Lady Natasha attached the four garters to the hose and adjusted the length.
“Good, you have nice legs for a man,” said Lady Natasha walking slowly around Ben inspecting the result. She allowed her hand to trail lightly across his body as she traveled.
“Thank you, Lady Natasha,” said Ben.
“These should do,” said Lady Natasha making a selection and handing Ben a midnight blue sheer panty. “Don’t pull them all the way up yet. Leave them at your knees. Your testicles must be restrained.”
“Yes, Lady Natasha,” said Ben stepping into the garment and pulling it to his knees.
Ben watched as the doctor opened a nearby drawer and selected a metal collar. The cylinder was hinged on one side. It was a good three or four inches long. Ben recognized the sex toy.
Jesus, she’s going to put my nuts in a ball stretcher realized Ben. Well, she is a dominatrix and working a guy’s testicles goes with the job. I hope my gonads aren’t down to my knees when she’s done.
“You have low hangers so this should do. Hold your cock up while I apply this to your scrotum,” said the Doctor.
“Yes, Lady Natasha,” said Ben taking hold of his cock and lifting it as the doctor knelt down before him. He was surprised to find he was experiencing his second erection of the day.
Ben exhaled in reaction to the Doctor taking a firm grip on his testicles and pulling them down. She pulled so hard his cock slipped out of his hand. He immediately grabbed it back.
“I ordered you to hold your cock,” barked the Doctor.
“Sorry, Lady Natasha, it slipped out of my grasp,” said Ben.
“You will be punished for failing to follow my instructions. Now be still and do as you are told.”
Ben stoically endured having his scrotum stretched painfully downward. He held his stiffening cock as the Doctor’s hand clasped both his testicles pulling hard on his sack.
“When was the last time your scrotum was stretched?”
“Never, Lady Natasha.”
“Your cock seems to like it,” said the Doctor tucking the lose skin into the shiny hinged collar as she pulled hard on his testicles. She placed her other hand on Ben’s hardening cock and stroked it.
She’s going to rip my nuts off thought Ben suffering through the considerable pain.
“Done,” said the Doctor snapping the cylinder shut. Ben grunted from the pain emanating from his testicles. When he looked down he could see his gonads were forced tightly into the very bottom of his ball sack. The top of the metal collar fit snugly against the base of his cock while the bottom pressed his balls hard against the tightly stretched skin. His cock was at full attention.
I’m hard as a rock for the second time today thought Ben. Is it because I’m dressed as a woman or a woman is stretching my nuts or both?
“Is it painful?”
“Very, Lady Natasha,” said Ben almost feeling nauseous from the pain rising up from his scrotum.
“Good, pull your panty up. Then open the closet and select a pair of shoes that fits. They are all the same style. They are ordered in ascending size.”
Ben walked carefully over to the small closet and slid the door open. He was acutely conscious of the heavy metal collar enclosing his scrotum. It painfully bounced off his thighs as he moved. For a big man, his feet were average size. He found a pair that fit and for the first time in his adult life stepped into a woman’s heels.
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“I think we are on to something, Cindy. He’s hard. I made a lucky guess that based on his sexual history, domination combined with feminization would bring the patient to full arousal,” said Doctor Fogarty.
“Mr. Simmons is tall and amazingly well endowed,” said Cindy Atwater, Registered Psychiatric Nurse, who had just joined Doctor Fogarty in the Viewing Room. Cindy had specialized into sex therapy right out of nursing school. She loved sex so much she made it her mission to cure as many of the sexually dysfunctional as possible so more could enjoy it as much as her.
“I thought you would want to see this,” said Doctor Fogarty.
“How large,” asked Cindy licking her lips?
“I’d estimate, ten inches. But look how thick it is. It’s definitely a pussy stretcher. He’s 6’6”,” said Doctor Fogarty.
“I’d make a bet that under that skirt, Doctor Simoneski has a very wet pussy. She has a thing for big cocks like me.”
“True but she’s a professional with a job to do. She’ll perform her therapy before she takes her pleasure with him.”
“You proscribed feminization,” said Cindy. “He’s nice and lean. He has the legs for hose and a garter belt.”
“Let’s take off our clothes,” said Doctor Fogarty as he removed his lab coat. “To begin with, you can rim my ripe asshole and suck my cock while we watch.”
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