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Chapter 10 Domination Therapy 2
“Sit over there and I will make you beautiful,” said Lady Natasha.
“Yes, Lady Natasha,” said Ben walking carefully to the opposite corner of the room where a makeup chair and table was located in front of a three sided mirror.
Ben sat quietly while the Doctor flipped on the bright makeup lights surrounding the mirrors. Without comment she began to apply makeup. The Doctor worked quickly beginning with Ben’s eyes and finishing with his lips before applying a pair of dangling clip on earrings.
“Not bad, I’ve seen worse,” said the Doctor smoothing the foundation makeup over Ben’s cheekbones. Next, the Doctor fitted a wig cap over Ben’s short hair.
I am one ugly girl thought Ben looking in the mirror. But the surprising thing is that my cock is still hard. I’ve kept an erection for maybe ten minutes, a modern record. Maybe Doctor Fogarty and his staff can help me. I used to love to fuck and I was damn good at it. What reduced me to asking my minister to service my wife? Why does the thought of dressing like a woman make me so damn hard?
“This should work with your coloring,” said the Doctor placing a wig of black curly hair on Ben’s head.
Ben sat quietly while the Doctor styled the wig.
“Have you ever considered what sex might be like if you were a woman?” asked the Doctor as she wielded the comb and brush.
“Not recently, Lady Natasha, when I was younger I thought about things like that. I was much more sexually active then. I’m been to clubs where men dress as women. Some of them were quite attractive,” said Ben recalling some of the places he’d visited overseas. Once or twice after he’d had too much to drink and wound up in bed with a transvestite.
“And you never managed to ram that cock of yours up a guy’s ass?” asked the Doctor.
“Yes a few time under the influence of alcohol, I cornholed my playmates when I was a kid. All the farm boys on the Delmarva sodomised one another. It was kind of a right of passage. The first time it hurt like hell.”
“Boys are so adventurous when they are young. When they become adults they loose that wonderful sense of imagination that drove them to explore their friend’s cocks and experience anal intercourse. Perhaps we can restore some of that wonder to you,” said the Doctor.
“I’m open to anything that will help me have a sex life, normal or not, Lady Natasha,” said Ben.
“Normal is a very subjective term. While you pursue your therapy, you must be open to any new experience we prescribe regardless of your own preferences. For instance, at your next session, I may ask you to dress as a woman and then let allow several males to have you.”
“Lady Natasha, I desperately need help. I haven’t been able to get it up for my wife for the last ten years. And she is a damn attractive, sexy, and accommodating woman. But I can’t keep from getting a hard on when I am around my daughter. Whatever you prescribe, I’m willing even if it is something entirely new and distasteful to me,” said Ben.
“Doctor Fogarty’s notes indicate you have recently masturbated while fantasizing about sex with your teenage daughter,” said the Doctor.
“Yes, Lady Natasha, all the more reason for me to take my therapy seriously,” said Ben. “She turns me on and acts willing to have sex with me, her own father. It’s scary.”
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“Are the daughter and wife pretty?” asked Cindy between licks of Doctor Fogarty’s cock head.
“Yes, the wife is twenty years younger. He showed me their pictures. She’s kept her figure. The girl is almost as tall as her father but only fourteen. She resembles her father, very lean and athletic. This morning, Mr. Simmons for the very first time found himself sexually excited by the daughter. He’s very concerned about that. Pay some attention to my balls, Nurse Atwater,” said Doctor Fogarty.
“Perhaps, we should suggest family therapy,” said Cindy swirling her tongue over the doctor’s shaved testicles.
“In due time, it will all depend on what’s best for the patient. Mr. Simmons has demonstrated surprising willingness and versatility, considering his Conservative Delmarva rural upbringing. He agreed to let his minister, Reverend Thornton, sleep with his wife to keep her satisfied.”
“I occasionally screw my preacher while my husband Willie watches. Willie says he feels spiritually cleansed when he swallows the cream pie. Is Mrs. Simmons aware of their agreement?” said Cindy?
“Apparently not, Mr. Simmons sets great store by the Reverend Thornton. The good Reverend provides him a graphic.description of their encounters. Your Willie is a world class pervert but a likeable chap,” said Doctor Fogarty leaning back and raising his legs to make his anus accessible to Cindy’s tongue.
“Did he or the daughter initiate their sexual encounter?” asked Cindy.
“According to the patient it was the daughter. The results are surprising. A man with a long history of erectile dysfunction receives an incestuous kiss from his daughter and he’s hard as a rock. He’s quite concerned. He obviously wants to have sex with his child but feels a father’s guilt.”
“We should bring them in and let them have sex under controlled conditions,” said Cindy circling the Doctor’s cock with her tongue as she pushed the first joint of her index finger past his sphincter.
“Eventually, but first I want to observe his behavior as a dominated cross dresser. He’s been erect since Doctor Simoneski started to feminize him. That seems odd to me and I want to understand why. There will be plenty of time later for controlled encounters with the daughter. He doesn’t look all that bad as a female. We could use him at our Saturday group,” said the Doctor.
“It’s the fat guys with the beer bellies that look the worst,” said Cindy taking Doctor Fogarty’s cock from her mouth for a moment. “He’s got a lean physique not to mention a world class cock.”
“Ben’s problem is his height. No matter how good a job Doctor Simoneski does, a 6’6” female is going to attract attention and look odd in public. His daughter is 6’2” and according to Ben, still growing.”
“If they attend therapy as a family, I’d love for Doctor Simoneski to dress her up as boy,” said Cindy between licks of the underside of Doctor Fogarty’s cock.
“That does sound entertaining. We could bring her to our gay group and make them sodomize her. My prostate could use more attention, Cynthia.”
“Hand me the tube of K-Y,” said Cindy placing the pad of her index finger against the Doctor’s anus. “Scoot down and lift your legs over the chair arms. I’ll eat your asshole out.”
“It’s nice and ripe. Go to it, you little slut,” said the Doctor.
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“Stand up, we need to fit you with breasts,” said Doctor Simoneski opening a drawer containing brassieres with prosthetic breasts. “Here, let’s try this one.”
Ben stood silently as the Doctor positioned the brassiere.
“Not quite right,” said the Doctor reaching in the drawer for a different bra.
“40D, yes, that’s it. You now have big boobs, Mr. Simmons. They match your cock,” said the Doctor inspecting the result. “A coat dress will work best and I believe we have one that will fit.”
The Doctor’s heels clicked on the tile floor as she walked quickly over to a closet. It was filled with dresses. The Doctor inspected several then removed a light blue dress with a wide white collar and handed it to Ben. It buttoned down the front.
He slipped his arms through the sleeves surprised it wasn’t tight in the shoulders.
“Leave the bottom two buttons undone. You’ve got good legs,” said the Doctor as Ben buttoned the dress.
This is a completely new experience for me thought Ben as he buttoned the dress. I’m still hard. That’s amazing.
“Mirror,” said the Doctor motioning Ben to stand in front of the full-length mirror.
Not as bad as I thought realized Ben looking in the mirror. I wouldn’t turn any heads but children wouldn’t scream and women laugh. I wonder what it would be like to be a woman, sexually speaking.
“I will refer to you as Barbara when you are dressed as a woman,” said the Doctor.
“Barbara is my sister’s name.”
“Precisely, that was why I chose it. Now we need to take some pictures for your case file.”
“Pictures, Lady Natasha?” asked Ben uncomfortable with the idea of being photographed dressed as a woman
“Strictly for your confidential patient record, I assure you. We need to monitor your progress.”
Ben spent the next few minutes being posed. He felt a little silly when the Doctor instructed him to sit in a straight chair with his legs crossed at the knees displaying his thighs while thrusting out his chest. After an initial reticence, he relaxed and got his head into the posing as the Doctor filled a 512MB memory stick of Ben Simmons AKA Barbara performing for the camera. For the last few shots, he was instructed to stand with one leg on a chair lifting his skirt showing the tops of his hose.
This is turning me on realized Ben smiling for the camera. How did the Doctor know that cross-dressing would give me an erection?
“Now to punish you, Barbara, bend over and place your hands on the chair seat,” said Doctor Simoneski when she was done with the pictures.
Ben bent over and grabbed the chair. Looking through his legs, he watched as Lady Natasha removed her suit jacket and hung it with his clothes. Next she picked up a molded plastic case and placed it on a nearby table. She opened it, looked thoughtfully at the contents then removed a black leather paddle. It had a striking surface equivalent to two or three ping pong paddles and a handle at least two feet long. The leather face of the paddle was decorated with brass upholstery tacks.
“Did your father paddle you when you misbehaved, Barbara?” asked Lady Natasha as she lifted his skirt. The Doctor pulled Ben’s panty down to his ankles and had him step out with one foot leaving it circling one ankle. Ben felt his cock grow even harder when he realized the Doctor was taking more pictures.
Photography complete, she approached his bare bottom. Her hands traveled upward lingering on his scrotum then slowly moving upward to his asshole. Ben moaned when he felt the pad of her thumbs pressing against his sphincter stretching it open.
“No, Lady Natasha, he did not believe in corporal punishment.”
“Your Mother, perhaps?”
“Yes, she believed strongly in it.”
“Frequently?”
“At least once a week when we were young, less as we got older, Lady Natasha, our mother grew up believing in corporal punishment. Her father, my Grandfather Millhouse had six daughters and he whipped them often,” said Ben becoming conscious of the growing sexual tension. The Doctor’s lubricated fingers were skillfully massaging his anus.
“Were your sisters or brothers punished with you?” asked Lady Natasha spreading Ben’s buttocks apart.
“Just the one sister, Barbara, we were punished together,” said Ben exhaling to control the pain.
“Older or younger sister?” asked Lady Natasha?
“Older by a year.”
“And no other siblings?”
“A younger brother was killed in a tractor accident. He was only five when it happened.”
“And your father, who did not believe in such punishment, did not stop her? He let her do as she wanted?” asked Lady Natasha squeezing Ben’s ball sack with one hand while she probed his sphincter with the other.
“Daddy let her punish us as much as she felt was needed,” said Ben. “She was the boss of the family. He never said No to her. God, what are you doing, Lady Natasha?” Ben yelled when he felt something very large and slippery being inserted in his rectum. When Lady Natasha released him, the was a sizeable butt plug inserted in his rectum
“Preparing you for punishment, have you ever been sodomized, Barbara?” asked Lady Natasha.
“No, never, as an adult, we sodomised each other when I was growing up on the farm. I recall liking it at the time.”
“Before your therapy is complete, you will learn to love it once more. How were your punishments carried out, tell me the mechanics, Barbara?”
“There was an ottoman in the living room. We were made to lie across it.”
“What instrument did she use?”
“It varied. At first her hand but later, she cut switches off a tree in the yard. When we got older, she used one of my Dad’s old belts.”
“She made you expose your buttocks?” asked Lady Natasha rubbing her hand over Ben’s bottom.
“Yes, I had to take off all my clothes.”
“And your sister?”
“Both of us were made to undress.”
“So you two watched each other being punished? Your mother sounds like a very interesting person. I would have liked to know her.”
“Yes, we watched each other, Lady Natasha.”
“And you were frequently punished together?”
“Almost always together, if one of us did something wrong, she’d find a reason to punish the other.”
“When you reached puberty, did you get excited seeing your sister naked? Did watching her bottom turn red, give you an erection?”
“Yes, on both counts, Lady Natasha.”
“And how did your mother react to your excitement?”
“She called me a pervert and said I was morally defective,” said Benjamin. “She’d whip my cock until I begged her to stop. She whipped my sister’s vagina too. Mom blamed her for getting me excited.”
“Were you and your sister incestuous?”
“Yes, Lady Natasha,” said Ben surprising himself by admitting something he had never told anyone not even his wife.
“From what age?”
“I was thirteen and she was fourteen.”
“She was promiscuous?”
“No, I’m not sure. She did it only with me as far as I know, Lady Natasha. But there must have been others.”
“And how did all this end?”
“Shortly after my sixteenth birthday I told Mother no more punishment for Barbara and me,” said Benjamin.
“And she accepted that?”
“Very reluctantly, I had grown to where I was much larger than Mom or Dad. When I caught her whipping Barbara I took the belt away and told her it was ended. Six months later, Mother became seriously ill and died. It was cancer.”
“How did that affect your sexual relationship with your sister?” asked the Doctor.
“It was kind of crazy. After Mom died, Barbara would made me take her out to the barn, strip her naked, and hang her from a beam so only her toes barely touched the ground. Then I had to whip her almost to the point of unconsciousness before we had sex,” said Ben. “After she left for college, we never did that again. She met someone who was more skilled at giving her what she needed than I was.”
“You had a very interesting childhood, Barbara,” said the Doctor.
“Looking back on it, I have to agree,” said Ben.
“Now, I want you to imagine that you are your sister Barbara and I am your Mother. Hold firmly on to the chair. Do not let go, Barbara,” said Lady Natasha.
“Yes, Mother,” said Ben.
Ben looked through his legs at Lady Natasha preparing to use the paddle. He saw that his fully erect cock was leaking pre-cum. He remembered how the same thing used to happen when his Mother punished him. He recalled how wet his sister’s vagina was after Mom whipped her. Her thighs would be covered with her juices. He recalled how she tasted when he licked those thighs. He took a deep breath as he watched the paddle swing toward his rear.
The splat sound bounced off the walls of the small room. Ben’s buttocks felt on fire. His memory recalled the times he watched his sister’s buttocks slowly turn pink from their mother’s onslaught. He remembered how the wide belt compressed the flesh causing it to move violently. Mom always made Barbara go first. Sometimes Mom purposefully angled Dad’s belt so it landed in her crack torturing her labia. Poor Barbara would cry for hours afterward. She would be crying even as Ben eased his cock in her.
Ben would slip into her bed that night and hold her against his body causing his cock to stiffen. Then she would make him lay on his back. She would mount him inserting his cock in her wet pussy.
As she moved up and down, she massaged her clit until she came. Then it was Ben’s turn to be on top. He’d pound away until he climaxed deep in her vagina.
Ben fixed his mind on those early moments in his life as the Doctor delivered savage blows to his ass. The paddle caused the butt plug to transmit the force of the blow in to his rectum. All of a sudden the blows stopped.
The Doctor’s hand caressed his buttocks as she removed the butt plug.
“Stand up, Barbara, for a posture break,” said the Doctor.
Ben slowly stood up bending slightly backwards to release his spine.
“I’m going to allow you an orgasm,” said the Doctor taking a rubber matt out of the closet and placing it on the floor.
“Thank you, Lady Natasha,” said Ben.
“But under my conditions,” said the Doctor raising her skirt to reveal a dangling strap on cock. “Let’s start with you sucking my faux cock. Next time, I will find you a real one to suck.”
Ben knelt down on the matt before Lady Natasha. Using one hand, he guided the fake dick into his mouth.
“That’s right, Barbara, suck my cock, “said the Doctor.
Ben placed the realistically detailed latex penis in his mouth and sucked it as he passed his tongue over the head.
“You do that well. Now down on your hands and knees with your butt in the air. I will sodomize you while you masturbate. We will not stop until you orgasm,” said the Doctor.
Ben assumed the indicated position. He felt more lubricant being worked into his sphincter. The Doctor’s fingers pushed past his opening spreading the substance inside his rectum.
“Take a deep breath and start stroking your cock, Barbara,” said the Doctor as she positioned the faux cock head at the center of his anus.
Ben exhaled as the large column traveled from his opening to a good eight inches in intestinal tract.
“I think this is one of the most enjoyable parts of being a healer,” said the Doctor beginning a back and forth motion. Doctor Simoneski was standing in a slight crouch pushing the strap on dildo down at a sharp angle. Ben had commenced stroking his hard cock when he felt a sharp pain on his upper thigh. When he looked back over his shoulder, he saw that Lady Natasha was holding a ridding crop with one hand synchronizing her blows with each downward thrust.
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