Masturbation Addiction Therapy

Authors note. This is a Femdom story with a corruption theme and many different kinks that has femdom at its core. If that's not for you. No need to write anything bad about it, or even read it. But if you like it or/and you have constructive criticism. Feel free to comment what you thought about it. That is much appreciated.

"....." Means that William isn't thinking straight and a change of the perspective from different characters may differ. End authors notes.

My hands moved by them self, it felt like I didn't have a will of my own. Deep down I knew that this wasn't healthy for me. I had been going to therapy for Christ sake, for just this problem. My hands kept fiddling. This just felt too good. The video on the screen, the sound coming from my AirPods. It was all too much.

As flashing letters that rapidly changed on the screen, while various erotic short clips appeared and disappeared, and simultaneously I was told what to do by the sexy female voice combined with rhythmic beats in the background. She told me that I was a good boy, listening to her every word.

I couldn't help it. This just felt too good. Why was this bad?

In the end I came as usual. Just the way that the female voice ordered. Looking at those clips and words flashing on the screen. With a wave of pleasure I erupted and as always the "post nut clarity" came crashing over me, and with it... shame.

I KNEW this wasn't healthy. Watching gooning videos had been the reason I started therapy. Sure I had always been jerking off a lot. But I really felt like I'd gone down a rabbit hole and wasn't able to get out.

After two months of therapy. Where I had went to my therapist once every two weeks. I still didn't feel like we were making any progress. It felt so shameful talking about my behaviors and kinks. Especially to such a beautiful woman which my therapist was. The first time I met her, I couldn't believe my luck. But when she started asking those embarrassing questions. That might be needed for her to understand how to help me. I wish the couch could swallow me whole. Or that my therapist would be an old man. Then maybe I wouldn't feel so embarrassed... but. I have always been good at listening to what other people say. Especially people in an authoritative position. Like my past teachers or the cops, I realized then that, that also included my therapist.

I had answered every question as best and as honest as I could. She had always told me that it was okay, and I shouldn't feel embarrassed, and that everything spoken was strictly between me and her. Which of course was reassuring, but didn't make my answers any less shameful.

So since I felt like we hadn't done much progress I decided that today was going to be my last session. I would go in and tell her.

I knew this was my own fault, that we hadn't made any progress. But maybe there was some other way then therapy to get better.

...

I parked my car feeling quite nervous. I wasn't good at confrontation. Confronting someone in an authority position was something I couldn't remember ever doing, and this was her own turf, literally.

She had her practice in an officeroom in her own house.

But she was really good natured I must admit. She had made me trust her, and it felt like she really did want me to get better. But I still watched a lot of those videos, and couldn't help it.

I stood at the door took a deep breath in, and out. Then knocked on the door.

The door opened a minute later and to my surprise it wasn't Evelyn Strap, my therapist. It was a big black brute of a man. With me standing on the step below the entrance, the height difference between him and me was emphasized even more.

Although he had his hulking mass, thinking he truly was a brute. He smiled down at me quite friendly. Maybe a little self assuredly. "Hey little guy, lost track of time with Eve. Hope you have a good session." He said with a smile maybe a little smirk. He pated me on the shoulder twice, with his big hand. Then he just passed me and left the door open behind him.

I just stood there a little stunned. That interaction was a little embarrassing. I hadn't said a word. He called me "little guy" and I had just stood there. Maybe he didn't mean anything bad by it. Sure I wasn't that tall and quite skinny. So little guy fit my prescription, especially for such a large man. Standing above me.

My thoughts got interrupted by Evelyn. I hadn't noticed her walking up her hallway to the doorway. It felt like she just appeared in front of me.

"I'm sorry about that William. Jamal wasn't supposed to stay this long. We lost track of time... anyway, I'm glad you're here for your session. Come in and take a seat."

I looked up at her with amazement. Still standing on the step below the entrance she was standing looking down on me with a warm smile. But she wasn't wearing her usual uniform, which was pants a jacket and a blouse that was buttoned up to her neck. Sure they were stylish but very professional looking.

Today she was wearing fishnet stockings a tight pencil skirt that finished above her knees and a blouse. But since she wasn't wearing her jacket I could clearly see her curves. Which was amazing, but the biggest difference about her blouse was that it wasn't buttoned up all the way. She must've forgotten the last four buttons. Because her quite large cleavage was showing in what must have been a push-up bra. Because they had never been so prominent before.

Luckily she turned and walked inside again towards her office. Because I couldn't find the words to say anything coherent.

I looked at her round skirt covered ass that she hadn't been able to hide on previous sessions. Like she'd done with those amazing tits.

This was always a highlight of every session. Watching her swaying ass moving back and forth, back and forth...

I snapped out of it. I hadn't greeted her either. I had just stood there slack jawed. I picked my jaw off the floor and followed her inside. I closed the door.

"It's okay ma'am. But I can't fathom what kind of problems he had to be needing your help." I realized this could be perceived as she was bad at her job. So I quickly added. "Meaning nothing ill towards you of course. Just the he felt very confident."

I seated myself in my regular seat on the couch and looked at Evelyn sitting in her armchair.

She looked at me studying me for a couple of seconds and answered.

"We all have different kinds of problems that we need to deal with. I help Jamal with relieving his stress and his pains. So that he can put his mind at ease." She said with a warm smiling, almost dreamy expression.

"Some patients need different treatments to be able to function properly, and sometimes I just lose track of time. But enough of that. Let's talk about you. How have you been since our last appointment?"

I guess it was time. I was always as honest as I could be, and I just had to bite the bullet. I took a deep breath and started talking.

"Well I have been thinking quite a lot, and I decided yesterday that I don't feel like I'm improving any. That maybe this isn't working. I think that maybe we should quit. Since I'm such a hopeless case." I said looking down at my feet. That didn't come out as straight forward as I hoped but at least I had said it.

"William look at me." I looked up. "Of course you're not a hopeless case. These things take time. Breaking a habit is really challenging. Especially if you've been doing that habit for as long as you have. Addiction is something a lot of people struggle with. It just takes its form in different ways. I have to ask you, before we begin. This decision to quit therapy. Was that taken right after you ejaculated?"

She knew me too well. I felt myself starting to blush. That was one of those embarrassing things I did, when it felt like I had been naughty.

"Well... yes it was, but it's when I feel like I can think the clearest. When I can stop thinking about touching myself. I mean it's called post nut clarity!"

"I know that it can feel like that." She answered. "But in your case it's not that simple... When a man and a woman have sex and the man orgasms inside her. That is where this "post nut clarity" stems from. In the man's mind, he feels like he has accomplished something. That he has spread his seed, and claimed this woman.

But when you so called "goon" and condition yourself to go deeper and deeper and drop"

*SNAP* Evelyn snapped her finger in front of me. Just like so many of the goddesses I watched did.

"And then when you've edged for so long and you're finally about to squirt. Your mind is so full of all these naughty thoughts. That when you make your little worship puddle.

Your inability to be that man who fucks and claims that woman is so far from your reality. That the shame comes bursting in. The previous thoughts get replaced by self loathing, and you make choices based in shame, and not rationality. Can you see how this is a more accurate view?"

It did make so much sense. She had never made so much sense as she had right now! My eyes had been moving from her eyes to her mouth, down to her cleavage during her monologue, and realized that I was staring when she asked her question. I could feel myself blushing again. Embarrassed like I'd been caught with my hands in the cookie jar.

"Sorry... yes I uhm... think I can. It's just so hard to not do it. I truly can't control myself." I looked down and almost felt like I was going to start crying.

"I can understand why this is hard for you, and that you truly want to change your life for the better. But I have to know if you are ready to do anything to achieve this. There are methods that I haven't used that can be extremely effective. But they do require a lot of sacrifice, but I can't think of another way to help you as effectively with your deep, deep addiction then with this treatment." Evelyn said with warmth in her voice.

I looked up and saw her expression. She looked like a mother consoling her child when he's been bullied. She truly radiated with a loving trusting aura.

"Wha.. what would I have to do? I really, really want your help. Please help me ma'am!" I felt desperate. From thinking that this was to be my last session, to thinking that now I needed therapy more than ever.

"There's a lot of things that you'd have to do. But the first thing would be to sign a paper. Where you agree and consent to this treatment. Where it says that I will be your therapist and that you'd follow my treatment plan. That you'd be open to try the treatment plan in order to change your life.

Does that sound like something you'd want to do?"

Why hadn't we done this sooner? Was the treatment that challenging? Of course I wanted to change my life! That's why I came here in the first place. To improve myself and stop this addiction.

"Yes it does! Do you have a paper ready?" I said hastily.

"I do, I can see that you're eager, I haven't seen you this entusiastisk before! It's wonderful to finally see you taking your therapy seriously. But I have to tell you. These methods can be very intense. But they do undoubtedly have impacting results very fast." She stood up and walked to her desk. My eyes instantly focused on her ass. Her tight skirt really clinging to her butt. It almost felt like she was swaying her behind more than usual as she walked. But that must've just been my imagination. This was a dilemma. I had noticed that I'd been hard since I caught myself staring at her tits. I couldn't think clearly when I was horny. I just had to relax and stop focusing on her amazing features... She opened a drawer and leaned forward a bit looking through papers. The way she was standing made her ass even more prominent. I couldn't help myself from looking.

She kept rummaging through the papers, and spoke.

"There are a couple of pages. Every page needs a signature on the bottom. Just for legal reasons." Her hips started swaying back and forth. "It's good if you read everything, but if you feel unfocused, just read as much as you feel like." I was having trouble focusing on her words. My head started to do less thinking, and my smaller head between my legs had a mind and will of its own. Which had evaluated what part of my body that needed more blood, and the smaller head was winning.

She turned around and I swear that her cleavage had gotten bigger! Was there one more button undone? How had that happened? Or was it just wishful thinking.

She leaned forward and placed a small stack of papers in front of me. I didn't look at the pages. I could only focus on her cleavage so close to me. But when she sat in her armchair I snapped out of it and realized what I was doing. I could feel my face once again starting to blush red and I looked down on the pages. The headline read "Treatment contract."

"This is the papers." Evelyn said. "Feel free to read as much as you want, I'll just wait for you to finish." She crossed her legs. Which made me look at her gorgeous fishnet clad legs.

Below the headline it said "Summary of contract. In these documents it clearly states the treatment plan. Who is responsible for administering said plan and who is the patient. How long the treatment will at least last for. The requirements of the patient and obligations of the therapist/doctor. Under what circumstances the treatment can be aborted, and how often a release may occur."

All this sounded very formal. I glanced up from the papers. There was Evelyn leaning back in her armchair. Glowing with her warm smile. Her deep cleavage on full display. I felt myself really wanting to start this new type of therapy as soon as possible, and not keep her waiting for too long. But I knew that I should at least skim through the papers. I had read somewhere that you can get the gist of the meaning of the text, if you read the first and last sentence of each paragraph. So I decided to try that.

The first and last sentence of the first paragraph read. "The most important thing is for the patient to listen to their therapist and doctor... The patient must follow all off the instructions they are given." Next paragraph.

"The duration of the treatment depends upon how deep the addiction is and how well the patient acclimates to their new treatment plan... If the patient doesn't follow instructions, the treatment can go on for as long as it takes to get the wanted results."

Next paragraph. "The therapist and doctor will have to follow their best judgment and make a decision based upon their patients true nature in mind... It's not always the easy thing that is the right thing." Next paragraph. "A release should only be administered if the patient has been extra good... But the device should most often only be taken off for hygiene purposes." I flipped through the pages. Above the last paragraph there was a headline reading "Cancellation of Treatment." So I decided to read that in full. So I knew how l could stop the treatment if I felt like it wasn't something for me. I doubted that would be the case. But regardless. It read. "If the therapist and doctor feels like this isn't what the patient needs. They can decide to cancel the treatment at any time. Sometimes the patient doesn't fit the intended therapy, and that is something completely fine. But if the patient feels like they want to quit the treatment, it isn't always safe to abruptly stop. So the patient needs to complete a test in order for the therapist and doctor to decide if cancellation of the therapy is the right thing to do. If the test is completed satisfactory and the therapist and doctor feels comfortable ending the treatment. Then the treatment can be cancelled."

I had a couple of questions from all the text I'd read. Although I skipped major parts of the text I thought I had a pretty good understanding of it. I asked my first question.

"It says something about a therapist and a doctor in several places. Isn't it only you and me who are part of the therapy?"

"In the beginning, in most cases there is no need for outside help. But in special cases there is indeed a need of outside assistance. Most often a professional doctor is the required person. In order to do a proper assessment of the patients physical condition. I may need help with other parts of the therapy as well. From skilled professionals. But rest assured, you can be completely relaxed that your treatment will be done with care and understanding, and complete confidentiality between you and me and the professionals I might have to bring in." She smiled and uncrossed and crossed her legs. My mind froze. I might have seen a little bit of heaven. Wasn't she wearing any panties? Had that been a little bit of a shining pussy I'd seen?...

*Snap* Evelyn snapped her fingers "Earth to Willy, are you in there?"

I snapped back from my momentary trance.

"Ye-yes of course Miss Evelyn. M-Miss Strap I'm sorry.. uhm. I'm glad that you only bring in professionals, and only if they're needed... I read something about the treatment could go on for a long time if the patient was really addicted... you know how I feel about my addiction. Do you think it will take a long time for me?" I asked a little glumly.

"It all depends on how well you can follow the treatment plan. Every patient needs their own specialized treatment. Depending on what their addiction is and how severe it is, and I'm going to be frank with you. Since you feel so negatively towards your addiction and how long you've been dealing with it. This treatment can take some time, before I feel that you've completely come to terms with yourself. But that shouldn't concern you I think. Because the reward of being cured of your self loathing is so high, and acceptance of your addiction and a peace of mind with your true nature, is something you'll always be grateful of receiving I think."

That did sound like a good risk/reward way of looking at it. Some peace of mind while not feeling guilty would be fantastic.

I tried to remember what more questions I had thought of. I knew there was something I had thought about asking before the last paragraph. But I couldn't remember what it was, just that I had thought it was an important question to ask. But looking at Evelyn my mind couldn't form straight thoughts. Her short skirt, long legs, deep cleavage and warm smile messed with my mind. So I asked the last question I could remember having.

"Stopping the treatment seemed like it was quite difficult. Why can't I choose myself, if I want to stop the treatment?"

"Since you've read the papers you should understand that some parts of the treatment are going to be difficult. But you have to focus on the end goal, and that might be hard sometimes. So if you were able to quit whenever you wanted. Your treatment could have the opposite effect. Instead of acceptens, understanding and being able to live a life with purpose. You could go further down your uncontrolled addictive path that you're helplessly going down towards. But if you truly weren't meant to complete your training and really wanted to quit. I bet you would pass the test you have to do in order to quit, with flying colors." She smiled.

Oh how I loved that smile. Especially combined with her attire. It made her look slutty yet endearing.

All that had sounded quite serious. But as she said. I had to focus on the end goal. A life with true purpose was something I wanted!

"Okay then!" I grabbed the pen that was laying on the table and started signing the bottom of each page. I realized while signing I had skipped quite a substantial amount of the text. Maybe I should've read more. She counted on that I was agreeing with everything. But my smaller head was doing most of the thinking, and the sooner those signatures were done. The sooner I would be able to have my undivided attention towards Evelyn. I signed the last page and put the pen down on the table. Then leaned back in the sofa. Smiling widely towards Evelyn. She smiled back at me and I thought I saw something in her eyes, just for a moment. Was it lust? It reminded me of the clips of women down on their knees seeing a big cock appearing right in front of them. Not the facial expression with amazement and shock. But the one where you can see it's making them wet. But soon I didn't look into her eyes. Because she was leaning forward rearranging the pages. Which ment her push-up covered tits was out. Her blouse was hanging down making her lacy white bra very visible. I could hint the edges of her areoles at the top of her bra, and the nipples right below the fabric.

"... Willy. That's very brave of you to realize that."

"Huh?" I replied not understanding what was brave.

She looked up. Still leaning forward. She must've seen my questioning look and repeated what she'd said. "I said. I know this treatment can seem daunting, and intimidating but I truly believe this is the right path for you Willy, and I think it's very brave of you to realize that yourself." She sat back down with the papers in her lap.

Had I missed daunting and intimidating facts when skimming through the text? Sure I was quite a slow reader, and making Evelyn wait for such a long time. That it would have taken for me to read everything. That felt almost disrespectful, and of course I was eager to start. Maybe she said it was intimidating, because it could go on for a long period of time.

"Yeah the time aspect does feel a little daunting ma'am. But I hope that I can respond well to the treatment." I gave her a nervous smile.

"I'm glad you have that attitude. The powerful thing about hypnosis is that it can really change your view on things in a very short time. But it does tend to make the patient forget parts of what has happened during the session."

Hypnosis? I must have missed that part. Some of the videos I watched had sexy women talking about how they were hypnotizing me, and told me how to jerk and so on.

I must've had a shocked expression. Because she continued with. "Don't worry Willy. I'm going to ease you in a little. So that you don't feel too intimidated. Start with lying down on the couch and close your eyes. Make sure you're lying comfortably." I did what she told me. "Then start taking deep breaths for me. In... and out... in... and out. Good boy, now we're going to do something called box breathing. It's when you breathe in for four seconds. Hold for four seconds. Breathe out for four seconds, and hold for another four seconds. Then you repeat the cycle. Breathe in, hold, breathe out, hold and so on. This way it's easy for you to just focus on your breathing. This is a breathing exercise used by many people across the globe, and is a sure way to make you relax. Start breathing and count the seconds in your head, and repeat the cycle over and over. If you catch yourself thinking about anything other then taking these deep breaths. Remember to focus on your breathing and counting, and let those thoughts just fly away."

I started the breathing exercise, and really felt like my nervousness and frustration was melting away. I tried to focus on just the breathing and counting as she'd told me to. Then I could hear her voice, but not as before. Now her words came with a softer voice almost whispering. She must've moved closer. Or my hearing had become more keen.

.....

"Good boooy, keep taking those deep breaths, and just let my words penetrate into your mind. Talking directly to your innermost being. This is where I can make subtle changes in your way of thinking. But all these changes is things you already want to change with yourself. But haven't had the willpower to make happen yet. But I'm here to tell you that it's okay. Everyone can't have a strong will. Some people just need a little help... Or a lot of help, and luckily for you. I'm here to guide you through your journey to have a more meaningful life.

Now just relax and keep breathing deeply. Focus on your breathing and counting, and with each breath out, feel as your anxiety leaves your body and is replaced with trust. With each breath in. Feel a warm tingling sensation spreading through your body. Trust in me, trust in your treatment, trust in your therapy. Trust that I know what is best for you. Trust that even though you might not want to do something I tell you to do. You know that it's good for you and you should always do as you're told. In order for you to change your life. You need a strong woman to guide you through all the challenges that a little boy has to overcome. Being a Good Boy is something that you'll always want to be for me. Hearing me saying the words Good Boy. Will send pleasure into your mind, and make your little willy hard. You will get the urge to do what you're told just for the chance to hear those words again. Don't you want to be my Good Boy? Of course you do! Every time you take your deep breath in. Whisper "I want to be a good boy for miss Strap." Then keep your cycle going. Just breathe deeply."

William didn't really think about it. He just kept breathing and repeated what he was told to say. Focusing on his breathing still felt really relaxing. He felt safe and comfortable.

"That's it, keep repeating your mantra. I know you want to be my Good Boy. Your little jerk of addiction has really taken over your life. You're just not able to keep your hands off that little dick are you? No you're not. See as your hands start moving on their own, straight towards your little pleasure center."

They really did. He moved his hands, that had been by his sides. On top of his trousers and started slowly squeezing. That made him feel really good.

"You see? You just can't help yourself. You just want to unzip those pants, take out that little dick. Stroke it and do what your Goddess tells you. Like the little gooner boy that you are."

He felt his left hand starting to unbutton and drawing down his fly. Then push down his underwear and trousers just a bit. So that his dick was in the open.

"But you can't do that. You're here to stop your wrongful ways. To become a valued person for the things that you're actually meant for. So take your hands off your little willy, and instead imagine if you could please your therapist in other ways."

He took his hands off his raging erection.

"Remember to breathe deeply, repeat your cycle and your mantra. "I want to be a Good Boy for miss Strap." You're doing really good. You're a natural at listening to commands and taking orders. Even your little soldier is standing at attention. It must feel so good to finally have a strong, guiding, helping hand that can lead you through all of your struggles. Feel as the warm tingling sensation increases as you listen and obey my words."

The feeling went through his whole body and mind. With each breath in he could feel warmth spreading, and with each breath out he almost gasped and moaned.

"You see don't you? That you don't need to touch your little thingy. In order to feel pleasure. In fact denying yourself from touching it can give you immense pleasure. You just have to be a good little patient and do whatever your therapist tells you to. That's why you're here isn't it? You wanted to stop gooning and have a purpose in life. If you'll follow all of your therapist's instructions. You'll find that life can be rewarding and meaningful. Even though you're not touching your little willy all the time. There are other ways to receive pleasure. In fact some are much more pleasurable." Evelyn pondered how far she was going to go on the first session of the treatment for little Willy. Then reached one hand down to her pussy, felt the wetness and decided.

"The most reliable way for you to feel pleasure is for you to pleasure your superiors. This act will bring you such pleasure and satisfaction in knowing that you're pleasing others and doing what you're told. Of course different assignments will give you different amounts of pleasure. Like bringing your therapist a cup of coffee will bring satisfaction in that you did what you were told. But if you got down on your knees in front of Goddess and she told you to lick and worship whatever she put in front of you. You'd be in heaven." Evelyn took out two of her fingers from her pussy. Rubbed them a little on the juices still left on her trimmed bush, and placed them in front of William's mouth and nose.

"Now with every breath you take you will smell something wonderful. A scent that you'll crave to smell again. You can feel your mouth starting to salivate. Imagine worshipping your goddess's pussy. This will be the scent you're craving. Feel how your mouth starts to open all by itself, and how your tongue starts moving out of your mouth. Just aching to start licking and sucking. Feel how the tip of your tongue gently starts to wiggle and imagine that you can actually feel your Goddess's fair skin. Right at the tip of your tongue." Evelyn gently placed her two slick fingers on the very tip of William's tongue, and very slowly started moving them forward.

"Can you feel that? Gently worship her hand first, and she might let you worship other parts of her as well. I think those fingers needs more then little licks." By this time most of Evelyn's two fingers was inside of his mouth.

"Slowly wrap your lips around her fingers and imagine really worshipping her. Oh Good Boy! Really imagine sucking those fingers clean, you're doing such a good job. Those love juices need's to be cleaned up, and you are such a good little clean up boy."

After a while Evelyn slowly withdrew her hand.

"Now stop sucking, you can't get to greedy. Go back to those deep breaths and your mantra. Say "I want to be a good boy for miss Strap." And let your mind relax and go blank... Now... you're not going to remember what has happened since you started with your deep breathing. You will just have the urge to do what I, Evelyn Strap says. You know deep down that I know what is best for you, and my suggestions and instructions are for your own improvement. You will feel very relaxed and malleable when you wake up, and even a little drowsy and dreamy. But you'll be eager to continue your treatment. Even though it will be challenging... Now when I count down from five and reach one. You're going to hear a snap. When you hear that snap, you're gonna wake up. Now pull your pants up and put that cute little willy away. Five... four... three... two... one... *snap*" Evelyn's snapped her fingers and William opened his eyes.

.....

I blinked a couple of times, feeling a little confused. I had been doing a breathing exercise and it had felt so relaxing. Then Evelyn had started whispering. But I couldn't remember what she'd said.

"How do you feel Willy? I hope you feel better." Evelyn asked with a smile, sitting in her armchair.

"I... I do feel better than when I came here. But I'm not sure what just happened. I started relaxing and then I dreamt a bunch. I'm not quite sure about what. Then I woke up. I do feel refreshed but a little confused."

"That is totally normal. The first session of the treatment can often feel a bit overwhelming. But it's a necessary step in order for you to improve yourself, as you can understand. This might be the most important part. Being brave enough to take the first step." She raised herself from her armchair and held the papers I had signed in her hand. Then started walking towards the desk. But this time she opened the door for the cabinet under one of the drawers. Inside was another door, but of a different kind. It was a little safe! It was completely hidden in the desk. She pressed some buttons, opened the safe. Took out a box, put in my papers then locked it back up. Why had she done that? Were my papers that valuable, that they needed to be locked up? Oh well, ultimately I was happy that I hadn't quit therapy.

"I'm glad I gave this a try after all. I truly believed that we'd come to a dead end. That it was hopeless. But maybe it's not." For the first time I felt a little hopeful about my situation.

Evelyn returned to her armchair and sat down.

"The session isn't over just yet. There is this thing that we need to do before you leave... You know how you get when you go home. When you're here you say you'll really try to not masturbate, and sometimes you've even succeeded to not cum... for one day. But in order for you to stop this little habit for good. You need to stop completely. So since we can't trust you from not touching yourself. We need another solution." Evelyn placed the box infront of William.

She can't expect me to wear that?! A chastity device! He knew exactly what this was. A cage that you locked your cock and balls with, so you couldn't get erect or masturbate.

"You can't mean that I should wear tha.."

Evelyn interrupted William.

"I most certainly do. In order for me to trust you. You NEED to put this on. I'm glad that you know what this is. It's the first step in your transformation. To finally be free from your gooning ways. To have a purpose in life and be who you were meant to be."

My mind was twisted, I couldn't believe that I was actually considering this. Why would I wear a chastity device. But I had this unexplainable feeling that Evelyn was right. In order for me to beat my addiction. I had to listen to what she said, and do what she told me. I mean she was a licensed therapist after all. She had made me trust her, even though sometimes it was embarrassing. This was maybe just one of those moments...

I took a deep breath in and the sighed.

"Okay I'll try it on." I said defeatedly. I had seated myself and looked down on the ground.

"Excellent I'm happy you want to improve. First we need to take care of your little erection." Evelyn stood up from her armchair and walked out of the office.

I felt my cheeks starting to burn. Had she seen my hardon? Most often people didn't notice it. I hadn't even realized how hard I was. Maybe it was my body that wanted what it couldn't have in just a few moments. That of my hand pumping away and that sweet release. But probably it was Evelyn's heavenly voice and gorgeous body. That had caused it.

Evelyn returned with a bag of frozen peas, and what happened next blew my mind. Evelyn didn't just give me the bag. She leaned forward, once again giving me a great view of her tits. Then gently placed the bag over my now raging erection. She held it there and spoke.

"Here, this will help with getting your little soldier under control. Take the peas and your new device and run along to the bathroom. There are instructions in the box, on how to put it on. Be a Good Boy and come back here when you're done."

Still entranced with her chest I moved my hand to take the peas. But since I wasn't looking down. My hand went right over hers. I looked up and saw her looking down on me. She smiled and said.

"There you go, you're such a good listener. Now run along." Evelyn gave the bag a little squeeze, and then slid her hand away.

Had she just squeezed my cock with a bag of peas in between? I couldn't feel it that much in my groin. But since my hand had been on top of hers. It must've been what I felt. With that thought in mind. I raised myself, took the box from the table and walked towards the bathroom. Even though my mind was raising, my erection was fading. The coldness from the frozen peas was quite effective in making my package shrink. I entered the bathroom, placed the peas in the sink and opened the box. Inside was a paper with instructions. A little lock with two sets of keys connected in a ring. Then it was the main device. A quite small clear plastic contraption. Curving downwards with some holes in various places. For style, and hygiene purposes. It was made in two parts. One ring that went around both the balls and the dick. With three plastic rods where you inserted the other part. Which went over your flaccid dick. Then there was a hole in the middle rod. Where you could insert the lock. To hold the device in place. Making it impossible to jerk off without breaking it. It wasn't flimsy in any way. But sure. If you really wanted it off, you could get tools to get the job done. I didn't need to read the instructions. I had seen many chastity cages in the videos I'd watched. I knew how they worked. I took a deep breath in, told myself that this was part of the treatment. In order to cure my addiction. I had to listen to my therapist. She knew how to cure me. I did everything in a swift motion. Pulled my pants and underwear down, fitted the pieces together and inserted the lock. But as I was holding the lock to close it, I froze. I couldn't manage to close it. Jerking off was my favorite thing in the world. But also my least favorite. Right after finishing. I couldn't do this to myself, but knew that I should. That's when I realized what had to be done... I left the bathroom and approached Evelyn. She was still sitting in her armchair. I walked up next to it.

"Mm-Miss I need your help with something... I c-couldn't lock it up." I said feeling the familiar warmth on my cheeks.

"Ohh" Evelyn sounded surprised.

"Did I misjudge your size? Couldn't you squeeze it in, I know it was rather small. But I thought the peas would help with that."

"N-noo it's not that." I felt my blush starting to deepen. I must have been betrot red by now.

"I couldn't bring myself to lock it. I-I just couldn't."

"Oh you sweet little thing." Evelyn said in a lovingly motherly voice. But like she was talking to a little boy.

"I know it must be hard... well I guess that's not the right word. But difficult for you to actually commit to your treatment. This is the first step in your improvement, and I want you to take this yourself. By your own choice. To lock that cute little device up and then giving me the keys. Because you know this is for your own good. But you have to make the decision. In fact I want you to stand right there. Until you've decided on what to do."

All the while Evelyn had been talking I was standing there looking down towards her. Even though I tried my hardest to look her in her eyes. Sometimes I caught myself stealing a glance down her blouse. This was a new feeling. As usual I could feel myself getting hard. But then suddenly something happened. While still feeling like I was getting hard and growing, an ache started replacing the usually nice feeling. Then a dull pulsing joined that ache. But my horniness didn't lessen. I closed my eyes really hard, trying to stop my erection and tensed my body. But as I did my body made an unintentional jerking forward motion with my hips. I just focus so much on not getting hard that I squeeze my buttocks and made the motion. I understood what it might have looked like, and was just about to say I didn't mean anything by it. But too late.

"SO YOU! Want to present your little device so I should lock it!? WHY?! Because you're not MAN enough to do it yourself?! Take your pants down and show it to me. Right Now!" Gone was the motherly tone. It was replaced with an angry school teacher's voice.

I was too stund to explain what had actually happened. That I didn't mean anything bad by it. That it was just a misunderstanding. But I couldn't form the words. So I pulled my pants down feeling how my dick kept trying to get hard. Without my mind being able to stop it. But the cage being able to.

Now Evelyn had her calm and warm voice once more.

"Look at that! Isn't that such a cute device. I think it really suits you. I think the design is rather stylish actually. I understand that this is a big step. Of course it is. You won't be able to go home and jerk off like usual. But you must look past that. Look at your future. Where has your addiction taken you, and where is it leading you? But the decision must be yours."

I took a deep breath in. Swiveled the lock around and clicked it shut. I felt a wave of tons of different emotions run through me. Both relief and regret. Horniness and helplessness. Submission and a strange sense of acceptance and finality.

"Good Boy! That was very brave of you. Now give me the keys and sit down in the couch, I'll just go through the new guidelines."

In my overwhelmed state my body moved on autopilot. Reaching down to my pants that had managed to stay up above my knees. I found in my left pocket the set of keys which I pulled out and handed them to Evelyn. I turned around to walk to my seat but before being able to take a single step I felt a hand patting my naked butt.

.....

"You forgot to put your pants up you silly boy. But you do have a very nice butt I have to say!" Evelyn squeezed it once for good fun, before William pulled his pants up. He walked to the couch and seated himself.

"Now Willy, for your comfort we need to decrease the time period between your appointments. This will be the only time for me to release you from your chastity device. So your new appointment times each week will be between 16 and 17 on Monday's, and between 13-14 on Friday's. Both of those times you'll be my last patient of the day. So we have increased your frequency between sessions quite a lot. But with this new schedule I truly believe that we will see some great results quick. Just you wait!"

To be continued.