Masturbation Addiction Therapy Ch. 03 - Serve

What a confusing weekend. It had really been weird. A lot of thoughts that I really never thought about too much before had appeared. Sure most of the videos I'd been watching through out the years had a lot of dominant women in them. Sometimes they even wore a strap-on harness with a dildo attached. To show dominance and assert power. But I had never thought about it that much before. But something had triggered me. It was probably since I couldn't touch my own dick. My mind had figured out new ways for me to receive pleasure, and the logical way was to stimulate my prostate. I knew that a lot of mistresses told their subs to play with it, and that it was said to be very pleasurable. But I had never tried it myself. So when the thought of both taking a strap-on in the ass, and then also to suck one. Suddenly came to my mind. I got a little nervous... and aroused.

The thought had come across me when I watched one of those shows. Where people date, and fuck and backstab each other in order to keep being on the show. A female contestant was talking dirty in bed with a male contestant. She was saying how she loved taking it up the ass and how she'd start by sucking him and really deep throat him good. That's when I could feel my dick once again trying to get hard.

I had never been a fan of these kinds of shows before. But since I had so much time now that I wasn't gooning. I thought that I might look at something that the girls from the office was always talking about, and I could understand how they could find this entertaining.

Going to the office and talking about naughty things you'd seen. While still being socially acceptable. Although when it came to the more raunchy scenes, the social acceptability was less certain. But the ladies at the office quite often broke that invisible line. When they talked about dates and guys they met in clubs and so on. I never took part in one of these conversations. But a lot of times I was nearby, and they really didn't mind me being there. Even though I am a guy.

I didn't know why, but they had accepted me very fast, and treated me almost as "one of the girls". I must have an unthreatening aura around me or something. That had been especially noticeable today. Right when I came to work. It felt like something in the atmosphere had changed. Of course everyone greeted me and said good morning before. But there was something in the air. I couldn't put my finger on it. Were they more friendly than usual? Did they look at me just a bit more? Then, right as I entered my cubicle I got a message. I looked at my watch which was connected to my phone. It read "Saw you coming in, I'd like to have a talk. Come in to my office." It was sent from my boss, Sandra Stress.

She was the one who hired me, and she was also the one who recommended therapy for me, she'd said that she thought I looked a little down one day. She even recommended Evelyn as my therapist. That was right around the time where I had really thought that the porn gooning had become a problem, and actually started searching for ways to take care of the problem. Both at home and at work.

But an expensive therapist was nothing I thought I could afford. So I had kindly said that I didn't think I could afford it. That's when she had offered that the company could pay for the sessions. If my wellbeing and productivity would stay high. Then the cost of the sessions wouldn't matter. She told me. She didn't want to lose her first male employee in the office. So I had humbly accepted her offer, and here we are.

So instead of start working, I left my backpack at my desk and went to Miss Stress's office room. Outside Sandra's room, her secretary sat a young woman with an athletic build.

Kitty was a couple years younger than me. But she was very confident and competent, but also a little flirty. She'd been a cheerleader in high school.

"Good morning William." She said and smiled. "Sandra is expecting you. I HOPE you haven't been a bad boy. Or maybe I do." She said with a flirty smile and a wink.

"H-hi Kitty, I'm not sure why she wanted me here."

"Then you might've been a bad boy!... I'm only teasing, go in so you don't keep her waiting."

I smiled back at her and opened the door and walked into Sandra Stress's office. It was a beautifully decorated room. With paintings and decorations around the room. A big lavish oak desk and a couch with a couple of chairs around a small table. Behind the desk sat Sandra, with her laptop in front of her.

"William, good that you're here. Take a seat, I'll be right with you."

I sat down in the couch. Sandra continued with what she was doing for a minute. Before rising from her chair and coming to sit in one of the chairs across from me. In that time I just watched her as she worked.

I had something of an unexplainable urge to know her better and be of service. Watching her walking towards me it was clear why that would be, having my preferred types. She was tall with long blond hair. Which she most commonly used to wear in a ponytail. Just like today.

She always had tailored suits. Which emphasized her great curves, of her Amazonian features. They always looked immaculate. She was a stunning woman and was in her forties. Though she was beautiful, she had a stern face that demanded respect.

Neat and orderly would be a good way to describe her. Like a headmistress of a fancy private school. This was often characteristics in many of the online Dommes I'd watched throughout the years. She sat in front of me and spoke.

"William, is everything okay?" She saw my confused look. But didn't elaborate any further. Just sat and waited for me to answer.

"Y-yes Miss, I'm okay. Has someone said that I'm not?" Had my discomfort from last week been so evident? I thought I had hid it well. But maybe I wasn't as discrete as I'd thought.

"Not at all, actually I only heard good things from all the girls. No I received an email that said that the frequency of your therapy sessions would increase from once every two weeks. Too two times a week. That's quite the difference in frequency. So something must've happened, in order for you to need the extra sessions. That's why I wanted to know if something was wrong."

"Oh right, I forgot to tell you. I should've told you earlier. My therapist Evelyn told me that with a new treatment it was necessary to decrease the intervals between sessions. In order to get the best results. But I should've asked you if it was okay of course. You're the one paying for the sessions. Which I am very grateful for! Sorry for not remembering to tell you!"

I couldn't believe my mistake. I couldn't end the treatment by myself anymore. If my boss decided that this was too much I would have to pay myself. I didn't know exactly how much it cost. But I knew therapy was expensive. So I'd probably have to take a loan or something in order to keep going. She could probably see my regret and remorse. Because she answered with.

"William you don't have to worry. You must remember that I recommended Evelyn to you. I trust that she knows what she's doing. If she thinks the best thing for you is to have sessions more frequently. Then I hundred percent support it."

I couldn't believe my luck.

"Thank you, Ma'am. Truly you don't know how happy that makes me. I can't believe I made such a huge mistake. Not asking you if it was okay or not. I guess I've had a lot on my mind." It was a uch a relief to know she supported the increase in sessions!

"I know that therapy can be a struggle, and you should know that I am rotting for you to get better. There is a change that I believe we have to make. In order for you to have less stress during your work. Since you mentioned that you had a lot on your mind." Sandra looked sternly yet with compassion at me.

"W-what needs to change? I think I can do my job properly. I'm just not used to the new treatments. So I've been a little unfocused." This might be bad.

"As I said. Therapy can be hard, and I believe you can get through your treatment. But Devine has to be my number one priority, and you've done an excellent job with marketing the male product line, and then teaching both Chad and Dick the ropes. They have really grown. So much so that since I think you need a little break from the responsibilities you have at work. In order for you to concentrate on your treatment. They can take lead on the male product line, and you can help around the office in a more general way. So that you don't have to feel overwhelmed or stressed about taking big decisions."

This wasn't good. If I didn't do my job, why would she want me in the office. Then she would have to fire me eventually. I had to prove that I was a valuable employee. But I couldn't argue with her, could I? She was so authoritative.

"I-I think that I still can do my regular job. But if you think that's the best. You're the boss after all." Wow, that had been meek.

"I'm thinking about all this long term. I really want you in the office, and I'd hate to see you not being able to do your job properly. So let's say that you can do this new job as a test for two weeks, and we'll see if it works out. Maybe you'll like it even more."

I really liked working here. So being agreeable was probably my best option, and since I'd probably only need to do this other job for two weeks. Maybe it would be nice to have a little change. Then go back.

"Okay, that sounds good. It might be nice to have a little variation for a little while."

"Lovely! That's very good to hear Willy!" Sandra smiled widely. "KITTY!" Sandra shouted. Kitty promptly appeared in the doorway.

"Yes Miss?" Kitty asked.

"William has accepted a new position I have for him. I want you to start asking people around the office and see what they might need help with. Then write a list, so it'll be easy for him to follow. When he's done with the jobs. He'll go to you and ask for another. You think you can do that?"

"Of course Miss, I'll do it immediately." Kitty bit her lower lip looked at me, winked and then closed the door.

I could feel my dick trying to get hard once more for some reason...

Sandra continued. "I'm glad that you're so understanding. This is ultimately for your health and well being as well as for the company. So I hope that this will work out great for everyone. Especially you."

I wasn't as certain as Sandra that this was going to be as great as she thought it would be. But I couldn't show any dissatisfaction.

"I hope you're right."

...

Just as I arrived outside of Evelyns house, a black SUV that was parked right outside left. It was probably her previous client. I thought I recalled seeing the car previously, but wasn't sure.

I knocked on Evelyn Straps door. The workday had certainly been different. But not all together unpleasant.

The door momentarily opened, and there stood Evelyn. Her hair was drawn back in a ponytail. Wearing a white blouse that this time was fully buttoned up. But it seemed a little sheer in some spots around her chest. Was it a little wet? Had she spilled some water? She was also wearing a black skirt that was rather short. But I wasn't about to complain!

"Hi William, punctual as always!" Evelyn said breathing a little heavily. Like she'd just been jogging or something. Maybe she ran to the door for some reason.

"Hi Evelyn. Yeah I like to be punctual. I think it's disrespectful for me to be late. If people have to wait for me." Why had I explained it like that? Whatever.

"That's a great point of view to have! I totally agree. I'm so glad to see you!" Evelyn said and held out her arms, and started walking forwards.

WOW! Miss Strap was really in a good mood! We had never hugged before, and I wouldn't dream of not accepting a hug from her. But just like last week with Jamal towering over me. Since I stood on the step below. I didn't have time to step up to her level to give her a regular hug.

Instead something even more wonderful than a normal hug happened. Evelyn came and hugged me and since I was looking forward, my face sinked in right between her wonderful pillowy breasts and her arms went behind my neck. My arms had instinctively had time to go out. So I hugged her lower back. She must've been super happy and really liked hugging. Because she really gave me a good squeeze. Making my face sink into her soft heavenly big tits even further.

As they did I could smell her wonderful perfume mixed with what couldn't have been sweat. It was a little musky and I could feel it through her blouse. As it seeped through. It wasn't water that she'd spilled. That's for sure.

I didn't register it as smelling bad, just different, and I had a lot of other things on my mind right then. It must've gotten all over my face, and the whole situation really gave my plastic cage a challenge from pressure it must've been taking. But I couldn't hear any cracking...

"You're making so much progress Sweetie, I love doing our sessions!" She took her hands and held the sides of my head. Then turned my head a little up and back. Which made me look up at her face.

"I-I like doing them as well. I'm happy too, that we are making progress." How I loved her smiling down on me. Her being happy really made me happy!

"That's great to hear!" Evelyn turned around and started walking inside. "Just lay on the couch and close your eyes. I'm going to prepare something. So start taking deep breaths and I'll be right there."

I walked behind her like in a trance. Her short skirt was swaying back and forth, and I couldn't believe what just had happened.

Evelyn walked to her kitchen, and I walked to the couch. Lied down, closed my eyes and started thinking about my breathing, and my breath slowed. But it was hard to not think about breasts surrounding my head. I don't know how long I laid there for. But suddenly I could hear Evelyn's voice next to me.

"You're so good at following instructions. I really like that. I brought you a healthy little shot. It's homemade and it's really good for you. It might be an acquired taste. I like it personally. Some people don't like it at first. But I hope you will. You can open your eyes."

I opened my eyes and looked to the side of where I was laying. There on the table stood a small shot glass with the "health shot" inside. It was a little cloudy and a clear in its appearance. But before I could reflect on it more I looked up to where Evelyn sat in her armchair. For some reason she had opened up the five top buttons of her blouse. So her large cleavage was on full display, and just like last time. The key to my cage was hanging in her golden necklace. Resting right where my head had been a couple of minutes ago. But there was one more thing. Her skin around her cleavage was gleaming. Like she'd smeared lotion or oil all over them. Maybe that was the thing I'd seen, felt and smelled before. But what was it?

That didn't matter. It was extremely amazing, and I had to try and play it cool. Even though all I wanted to do was stare at her gleaming tits.

I took a deep breath, trying to focus on not staring, and asked.

"So how did you make the health shot? It looks kinda different." And tried (unsuccessfully) to look at her face instead.

"I made it almost all by hand. I used a couple other tricks as well. The ingredients is a trade secret." She winked at me playfully. "But they are all locally sourced and organic. So you can enjoy it without any environmental issues."

I looked at her face, then down at her chest then down to the shot glass standing on the table. Then reached to grab it. When Evelyn spoke again.

"I think drinking it for the first time, you should just chug it down. Then in the future. You can drink it properly like a fine whiskey. But since it can be an acquired taste. Let's just gulp it down. Wait just a second." Evelyn took her hand down to her side and picked up her phone that had been lying next to her.

"In the future I think you might want to have this documented. So I'll just film you as you drink down your medicine, and could you do me a favor? When you drink it down. Act like you really enjoy it. Even if you don't like something. By acting as if you do. You can trick the body to actually start loving it. It's a real neat trick."

Then she nodded and held the phone in front of her. Like she was filming, and giving me the go ahead. I didn't think too much about it. Just grabbed the glass. Then thought I might as well try to seam to like it. So I licked my lips hungrily before chugging the entire shot down. It went down quite easy. It was a bit strange. A little tangy but not too bad, and the smell remained me of my hug with Evelyn. I remembered to keep acting and looked into the camera and said.

"That tasted really good!" Licking my lips once more.

"Yeah, you thought your creamy homemade shot was yummy did you?" Evelyn asked playfully.

"I sure did! I hope to have them every day!" I said trying my hardest to sound convincing and gave a smile.

"I'll see if I can make that happen!" Evelyn said and then she tapped on the phone once more. To stop the recording.

"That was very convincing, either you really like it just as much as me. Or you have a secret career as an actor that I don't know about."

"I mean, it wasn't that bad. So it wasn't that hard to act like I really liked it. Plus you told me to do so."

"I sure did! But that performance was very impressive! I bet you'll be loving it in no time. But enough of that. I want to know how your weekend and today has been. So put the glass back on the table. Lay down once more. Close your eyes and tell me about what you've been doing since the last session."

I closed my eyes took a deep breath and started talking.

"After our last session I went home and started watching TV, and a program like "Big Brother" was on. I usually don't watch anything like that. But I'd overheard someone at work talking about how she loved it. So since it was already on. I thought that I might as well see if I would like it, and to my surprise I actually did."

Evelyn responded.

"That's great that you've found something else to watch. Now that you can't play with your penis whenever you want. Not only are you watching my favorite kind of show. But you're also watching something that you can talk about with women at the office. That is really good! Girls love to talk about all the naughty stuff going on in those shows. I bet they'd love for you to join them in those conversations."

That wasn't a bad idea. Of course I talked with my colleagues. But it was usually about business stuff. So having something to connect over was a good thing!

"That does sound good, I'll be sure to join in on future conversations. I'm probably going to be talking to my colleagues more anyway."

"How so?" Evelyn asked intrigued.

"Well, I kind of told my boss that I had a lot on my mind, and she really wanted me to not feel stressed about everything. So she changed my work assignments. To help around the office in a more general way. Rather than being responsible for marketing the male underwear line."

"That sounds like an excellent idea! Without knowing it, I think she hit two birds with one stone." Evelyn said excitedly.

"She did?" I said somewhat dumbfounded.

"Indeed, by making your new work duty to be about helping others. This will make you have a stronger connection with them. Therefore the urge to goon to and objectifying your coworkers will be something you're not going to do. By helping them, a bond will form. Plus if you do a good job, they will probably give you praise."

All that sounded really good. I hadn't thought of it like that. Evelyn continued.

"And the most important thing. Haven't you said to me before. That you wished you were better at talking to girls?"

"Yeah I probably have."

"Now you're going to be interacting with everyone in the office. You'll listen to what they say. Ask them if they need more help and so on. Don't you see? You'll get so much practice. See what they like, want and need. If you're in a relationship in the future. You'll look back at this time, and see. That it was here where you learned how to treat future partner with respect, and know what it takes to make them happy."

This did make sense! I'd be able to interact with all the women in the office in a much more casual way. Talking about TV, asking what they want and like. Then being able to give it to them. Maybe someone from the office was single and might be looking for a boyfriend. With my eyes closed. I could see everything she said so clearly.

"It's truly amazing. I can't believe how you can make me see the situation from a completely new perspective."

"It's always easier to get the full picture from an outside perspective, and remember that it's my job to help people as well. Just in a different way." Evelyn said with sincerity.

She's right as always. I have to remember that I might not always have a clear vision of a situation.

"So." Evelyn continues. "How was your first day with your new job?"

"Well I actually didn't mind it that much. At first I was a little worried about not being a valuable asset to the company. That what I was going to do was something anyone could do, and sure it wasn't rocket science. Proofreading things, fetching people stuff. Like coffee and office supplies. But it wasn't that boring. Like you said. I was talking with my colleagues and was much appreciated for helping them." I smiled. Still having my eyes closed.

"You see! You're already thinking in the right way. Helping people is very rewarding. That's what we're going to focus on today. Let's start with a breathing exercise. Since you liked it so much last time."

I was immediately excited. Last time I felt so good after the exercise was done. I took a deep breath in and out, and started thinking and focusing on just my breathing.

"So eager, I like that." Evelyn said amused. "That's right, take a deep breaths in, hold, then breathe out, hold. Then repeat the cycle. Just like the box breathing we did previously. Just keep focusing on your breath. If your thoughts starts to wander. Just let them slip away and refocus on your breathing."

I started relaxing. Just hearing Evelyn's words and focusing on my breathing. Such a pleasant feeling.

.....

"Good boy. Keep taking those deep breaths. Let your mind open completely. You're feeling so relaxed and safe. Lying down and letting your therapist enter your mind is such a pleasant feeling." Evelyn moved forward to sit next to William.

She started talking in a quiet, sensual way.

"When your boss told you that you'd be the little office helper. You weren't worried. You were excited. Excited to help, excited to serve. You know that helping others is an amazing thing. It makes them happy, which makes you happy. So if you please them. That will please you too. If you give them pleasure you'll receive pleasure."

All this made perfect sense in William's spiraling mind.

"Helping others and hearing their praise is something that'll give you great joy and satisfaction. If you're able to be of service in any way. You'll always go in with an open mind." Evelyn could feel herself getting wet. The thought of controlling and molding little Willy was making her horny.

"You know that everyone at the office is on your side. So if they tell you to do something, you know that it's with no ill intent. If I tell you to do something. You know that deep down. That's what you want as well. Because pleasing others brings you pleasure."

'That's going to be the mantra,' Evelyn thought.

"Now with every breath out you're going to say. 'Pleasing others brings me pleasure.' Be a Good Boy and follow your orders."

William started to mumble whisper the phrase with every slow outward breath.

"That's it, Good Boy! Keep repeating those words. I can see your little cage twitching in your pants. Your little willy is trying to get hard." She took one hand and gently placed it over his crotch. Then started to slowly massage it.

"The thought of obeying orders and pleasing people really makes you happy and horny. Those thoughts are filling your mind. Oh I know how you love to get filled. Hear my words in the back of your mind, and how they are penetrating deeper into your body and mind."

Williams mumbling mantra momentarily stopped as he unconsciously opened his mouth.

"I see what you want. That's a Good Boy. Presenting yourself in the proper manner. You'd love for me to stuff you right up. To suck the pleasure out of me. Right into you. You're a greedy little boy."

Evelyn took her other hand that wasn't fondling William balls and cage, and placed three fingers into his open mouth.

"Suck on this." Evelyn said amused.

William instinctively closed his mouth and started sucking.

"Good Boy. I know you wanted to suck something juicier and girthier. To really fill you up. But you must learn to please everything that is put in front of you."

William just kept sucking. Not consciously aware of the situation. Just feeling content and happy that he was giving and receiving pleasure.

"Luckily for you. Your boss has given you a new position at work. A position where you will be able to please a lot of people. Even if you're only ordered to bring someone coffee. You will feel a small amount of satisfaction. Completing tasks set upon you is very rewarding. You have to be ready to do whatever task you're given. But you also need to start addressing people with proper respect. People in the office you'll have to adress Mister and Miss. Then by their first name. But people you want to be extra respectful towards. You'll adress Mister and Miss. Then by their last name."

William was gently sucking and mindlessly listening to every word. Registering everything in the back of his mind.

"Your boss, your therapist and your doctor are people that need extra respect, and you won't hesitate a second to give them your utmost attention and devotion." Evelyn smiled as she saw how lovingly William was sucking on her fingers and feeling a wet spot had started to form in the front of his pants. From all the precum that William's caged dick had been producing.

"Now, I'm going to give you a proper trigger. I know how you love to hear when I call you a Good Boy." Evelyn massaged extra rigorously and pressed her fingers with more intent into his mouth as she said it.

"See how it brings you pleasure? From now on when you hear someone call you a Good Boy." She once again gave an extra squeeze.

"You'll feel a rush of accomplishment, and an urge to please the person saying it. Your cage might tighten, and your balls might swell. But the urge to please will be greater than any discomfort you might feel." Evelyn stopped her scrotum massage. She could see a clear wet spot on the outside of William's pants.

"Now we don't want to leave a big mess. Good Boys clean up their messes after all."

"(And everyone else's)" she said under her breath and smirked.

She took out her other hand from Williams mouth, and unzipped his pants then reached inside of his boxers and coated her fingers with the clear liquid.

"Be a Good Boy and clean up your mess." she took her fingers and slid them into Williams half open mouth.

"You know that all Good Boys clean up their mess, that's expected of them." She continued to remove her hand, coat her fingers and then replacing it into William's eager mouth.

"If someone you respect tells you to clean up a mess. Then your natural instinct will be to go down on your hands and knees and start cleaning."

The pants was still moist with a mixture of precum and saliva. But there was no pool left inside.

Evelyn took out her fingers from William's mouth.

"Start reciting your mantra. 'Pleasing others brings me pleasure,' and start taking those deep breaths once more."

Williams puls started slowing down even more.

"When you wake up you'll feel so refreshed. You won't remember exactly what happened during your breathing exercise. Just that you finally realize that pleasing others gives you such joy and fulfillment. You won't question why this urge suddenly is so strong in you. Just that you're happy to finally have a greater goal in life than gooning to porn by yourself."

Evelyn zipped up Williams pants.

"Feel how your body starts to feel lighter. How the fog in your mind starts to lessen. You won't notice your wet spot on your pants, and even thought your balls are full. You will preceive this fullness with content. Because if your balls are filled that means you've given other people pleasure."

She could see William starting to squirm a little as he started thinking about his full balls. But he was also smiling.

"You're so happy that you've finally figured out something other than gooning to porn gives you pleasure, and that it also gives you purpose. Feel your whole body starting to tingle pleasurably as it continues to get lighter."

William stopped squirming and just smiled and breathed deeply. He'd stopped reciting his mantra.

"Feel how your mind and body starts to connect, and as you hear me snap my fingers you'll be completely awake." *Snap*

.....

There was a light tingling sensation in my whole body. I felt so relaxed and refreshed. Why hadn't we done this type of exercise from the very first session? Then I would never have wanted to quit therapy. I could feel my balls being fuller than I'd remembered them being. But it wasn't an unpleasant feeling, and suddenly I realized. That me helping around the office today had made me feel better about everything. About my addiction, about the new position, about my life!

"Wow." I said, still having my eyes closed.

"What is 'Wow' sweetie?" Evelyn asked almost motherly.

"What I'm feeling, and what I'm realizing... I think that I finally understand why I've been so miserable before."

"That's wonderful. What have you realized Willy?"

"I've realized that all my life I've been focusing on selfish things. What I want, what I can get, to give myself the most pleasure. Without thinking of anyone around me. How they might preceive me. Or how their experience of me might make them feel. I thought of everyone in the office as a sexual object. Sure I didn't force myself upon anyone. But in my mind I sexualized them all."

I sighed and continued.

"But having no thoughts of other people's well being didn't make my life enjoyable. Today when I was helping everyone. That has given me fulfillment and joy. I didn't realize it as clearly before. But now I'm certain, that helping other people is what my life's purpose is about." I opened my eyes and looked at Miss Strap. She looked back at me and smiled genuinely. Her blouse was once again buttoned up.

"That is really great to hear you say that. I'm very happy for you to have realized this. Your progress is really remarkable. You take to every treatment with ease, and soak up everything like a sponge."

I really felt like we were making big progress. I would be sad to stop our sessions, but in this rate. I think I wouldn't need them soon. But I wouldn't mind if Miss Strap thought it would take me longer than a couple of weeks to become completely healthy.

"I'm glad you feel like I'm improving."

"You truly are. I want to tell you another great thing that I've arranged for you as well." Evelyn said, smiling contently.

"What is that?" I asked intrigued.

I managed to book you an appointment with Doctor Lana Peg, and the lovely thing is that it's for this Wednesday. She couldn't arrange a time for you at the hospital. Because she was all booked up. But since we're good friends. She managed to have time for a home visit."

Having her visit my apartment? I didn't think that would be the best place for an appointment.

"So she's going to come home to me?" I thought of something quick and added. "Couldn't I have my appointment here instead?"

Evelyn knew I lived in a small apartment. So she'd might agree to it.

Evelyn pondered for a while.

"I think that could work out just fine. I might rearrange some plans, but I believe that it'll work out great. I'll let her know it is arranged. Be here at 19:00 on Wednesday. She was only available at that time. Also, do an enema before you arrive. I think she'll want to do a prostate exam in her check up, and since you're in my house. I don't want any nasty mess. Be a Good Boy and I'll se you soon Willy."

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