Analysing Alan Pt. 01

Alan felt his heart race as he sat in the doctor's waiting room. He couldn't believe that he was doing this.

He was the only person sitting in the waiting room, apart from the young receptionist, and he was very thankful for this. Alan had spent hours online reading endless articles and watching countless videos, and had consulted several 'specialists'; all for nought. He had a serious problem, and he needed professional help.

And so, Alan found himself in the waiting room of Dr. Michelle Parvati, a psychiatrist specialising in psychosexual health.

Alan looked around the waiting room. It was simple and minimalist, with only a few expensive leather couches and small tables between them. The receptionist sat at her desk beside the door to Dr Parvati's office, and Alan's gaze lingered on her.

The receptionist looked to be in her early 20s, and she was very pretty. Her blonde hair was tied up in a tight bun, and she had high, delicate cheek bones and piercing blue eyes. Alan's gaze lowered, and he saw that she wore a tight-fitting dress which clung to her slim waist. Alan allowed his gaze to fall below her desk, and his eyes tracked down her long, tanned legs to her shiny ballet flats.

Alan watched as the pretty receptionist gently flexed and relaxed her big feet inside her flats, and he wished that she would flex just a little harder, so that her heels would pop out...

Alan snapped himself out of it, and tried to look casually around the rest of his room. His foot fetish was the reason he was here, and he needed to stop letting it get the better of him.

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Michelle sat in her office and despaired over the latest reports from her accountant. Ever since that bastard of an ex-partner had left the practice and poached their wealthiest patients, Michelle had been paying more and more of the bills out of her own pocket, and this wasn't sustainable.

She would need to increase the practice's income significantly, and soon. Otherwise, she would have to move to a cheaper building in a less affluent part of town, and that would only drive the rest of her patients away.

That fucking prick had ruined her.

Sighing, she put away the financial reports, and looked at the file on her next patient, Alan Delaney. A new patient, young man, difficulties with sexual performance. Not much detail in the referral, but then again, there rarely was.

Michelle looked at the date of birth on the file. Interesting. Michelle usually treated much older people, and it was very rare for someone age thirty to be able to afford her expensive hourly rate. She looked further down his file and saw that he was the head of a software company. More than that, it was one Michelle recognised; God, he must be loaded.

"Difficulties with sexual performance" was a vague description, but it usually came down to one of two possible issues, particularly with young men. The first was not being able to get it up, which in young men usually meant anxiety. The second possible issue, and more likely, was premature ejaculation.

Either way, Michelle was sure that she could stretch out at least several months of weekly sessions with this young man, and that would help with the finances. She ran the numbers in her head, and cursed when the potential new income still fell significantly short of what she would need to balance the books.

Michelle looked at the small screen on her desk, and watched the security video feed of the waiting room. The man sitting and waiting certainly looked like he worked with computers. Weedy looking, and quite pale, Mr Delaney was sitting and looking around rather restlessly. Michelle made the quick assessment that sex made Mr Delaney nervous, and that sitting in the waiting room of a psychosexual psychiatrist was making him very nervous indeed.

Good. An anxious nerd would have plenty of sexual hang-ups, which would take a lot of sessions to work through. Michelle also liked the look of Mr Delaney's clothes and watch; they had clearly been picked out by a professional stylist, and they were expensive. They had not had the intended result of making Mr Delaney look cool or fashionable, but they did make sure everyone knew that he had money.

Michelle was about to press the intercom to let Sophie, the receptionist, know to let Mr Delaney through to her office, but she noticed something interesting on the screen.

Mr Delaney was staring at Sophie, as men often did when they thought no one was looking; what was interesting was that he was staring at her feet, with a dopey look on his face. Michelle watched Mr Delaney shuffle awkwardly in his chair, before looking away and trying to put on a pathetic show of looking around the floor.

Interesting. Very interesting.

A plot began to form in Michelle's mind. Perhaps Mr Alan Delaney was just the patient her practice needed.

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Alan did his best to keep his gaze away from the receptionist's feet. In his peripheral vision he had seen her smooth, tanned heel pop out of one of her flats, and he could hear her shoe tap gently against her bare sole as it dangled from her toes. The intercom on her desk buzzed, and she told Alan that he could go ahead into Dr Parvati's office. Alan thanked God.

Alan stepped through the door of Dr Parvati's office, and swallowed hard when he saw the psychiatrist. She was stunningly attractive.

Tall, slender, and South Asian, she had long, wavy black hair and beautiful, dark brown eyes. Her lips were round and painted with burgundy lipstick, and her dark skin was flawless. She wore a light, white blouse and black business skirt, and on her long, toned legs she wore black, sheer nylon stockings. She had rather big feet, maybe even a size 10, and on them she wore black leather stiletto heels.

Dr Parvati's office consisted of a large, mahogany desk at the back of the room, and in the centre were two black, leather chairs which faced each other. A tall bookshelf stood at the side wall, which was filled with leatherbound books.

Dr Parvati sat on one of the leather chairs in the middle of the room, and she held her hand out, inviting Alan to take a seat on the seat opposite her. Her legs were crossed, and sweat began to gather on Alan's brow as he fought not to look down at her beautiful, stockinged legs.

Alan took a seat, and smiled nervously.

"Hello, Mr Delaney. May I call you Alan?" Dr Parvati asked in her crisp English accent.

"Y-yes, please do," Alan stammered in reply.

"It is very nice to meet you, Alan. I am Dr Parvati, and I am a psychiatrist specialising in psychosexual health. I have had a read of your referral, but it is of course very important for me to hear about your difficulties from your perspective. And so, please, tell me, what has brought you to this appointment today?"

Alan's pulse quickened again. He knew when he made the appointment that he would have to talk about it, but the reality of doing so now made a pit of anxiety in his stomach.

"I... I've been having some... problems..." he muttered softly, as he nervously scratched at his cheek. "Eh... sexual problems..."

"Not to sound glib, Alan, but I presumed as much," Dr Parvati said, smiling at him. "I will need you to be a little more specific."

"Of course," Alan said, smiling nervously. Michelle noticed his hand begin to tremble. "I... well, I have a problem with..."

Alan lowered his head, too embarrassed to make eye contact with the beautiful doctor.

"I have a problem of... I finish too quickly..." he mumbled, turning red.

"I see," Dr Parvati said calmly. Just as she had suspected. "Is this a recent difficulty? Or has this always been an issue for you, Alan?"

The calm, dispassionate tone of Dr Parvati's voice put Alan slightly at ease; maybe she hears about this problem all the time? Maybe it's not as big a deal as he thought?

"I... well, I've not really been with... I have not had a lot of sexual partners," he said, a bit more loudly, "And I have only been sexually... I only lost my virginity a few months ago..."

"Ah, I see. And so, this problem of achieving orgasm quickly, it has only presented as a difficulty since you started to have sex? Or was it an issue before then?" Dr Parvati asked, reaching for a notepad and pen from her side-table. "Please do not mind me, I will take some notes, but they are entirely confidential."

Alan blushed harder, and he felt his cheeks grow warm. He always had difficulty talking about sex, and talking about his own sexual problems with a beautiful woman was mortifying.

"I... well... when I was younger, I was... intimate... with a few girls, and... I always came really quickly, and I suppose this made me nervous to... to have sex," he said, still looking down at the floor.

"By intimate, you mean handjobs? Blowjobs?" Dr Parvati asked.

Alans cheeks burned red hot, and he nodded timidly.

"Tell me, Alan, when you talk about cumming quickly, how quickly do you mean? 5 minutes? 10 minutes?" Dr Parvati asked, eyeing him inquisitively.

Alan wished that he could teleport out of the office and be back at home.

"Eh... less than a minute... sometimes a few seconds..." he muttered.

"Oh, I see," Dr Parvati replied, with a hint of a patronising tone in her voice. "I can understand how that could cause you difficulty. Would I be right in assuming that this has caused you quite a bit of embarrassment?"

Michelle noticed Alan shudder slightly. Bingo. She was on to something.

"Y-yes..." he said, nodding.

"And tell me, Alan, has this led to any negative consequences for you? I would imagine it has impacted your confidence with women, and your self-esteem; but has cumming quickly ever led to any actual, tangible negative consequences for you?"

Alan's heart pounded in his chest.

"Well... yes, yes it has," he said, closing his eyes, preparing to explain what had led to him seeking help in the first place.

"Oh, really?" Dr Parvati asked curiously, as she scribbled on her notepad. "Please, do tell me."

"I, well... I have... I decided to try dating... and sex... a few months ago, and I have had sex twice, with a different woman each time," Alan explained. "I came early both times, and... the two women, well, they were nice about it, and they didn't embarrass me or anything.

But then a few weeks ago, I was flirting with a woman, and we went back to my apartment, and...."

Alan's eyes closed again, and he shuddered as he trailed off.

"Yes, Alan? What happened, after you came prematurely?" Dr Parvati asked, leaning in slightly closer.

"She... she, well... she said she would tell everyone about it, and... she's been blackmailing me with it."

Michelle's eyes widened.

"Oh, that is terrible, Alan! Surely, you must go to the police, if you are being blackmailed?" she said, with a pretence of concern in her voice.

"I... I can't... my business, my company is making moves... a big merger, that... I cannot risk having embarrassing... I just can't..." he said, his voice breaking.

Jackpot, Michelle thought. An easy mark.

"I see. That must be terribly stressful, Alan," Dr Parvati said, feigning sympathy.

Alan looked up at her, with a pathetic expression on his face.

"It is, and that's why I need help, doctor. I need help with... with my... difficulty prematurely... and my... my... I need help so that I can do it normally, and then she can't..."

He looked down again, and held his head in his hands.

"I understand," Dr Parvati said, trying to sound convincingly compassionate. What he really needed, Michelle thought, was to go to the police and stop being a fucking moron. But that would not be as profitable for Michelle.

"In order for me to help you, Alan," she continued, calmly, "I need to understand more about your problem. For that, I will need to ask you some very personal questions, and I will need you to be totally candid and honest with me. Can you do that, Alan?"

Alan nodded, holding back tears.

"Good. Now, premature ejaculation can be a very complex and difficult issue to treat, but it can absolutely be treated. It will take quite a number of sessions, lasting many, many weeks, sometimes months. Can you commit to that? I must advise you; it would be quite the financial commitment."

Alan looked up at her and nodded vigorously.

"Yes! Yes! Absolutely! Money is no issue, and I will come to as many appointments as necessary!" he said excitedly.

Michelle had to use all of her effort not to smile ear to ear.

"Good," she purred. "Okay, first I need to ask: do you only ejaculate prematurely when you are with a partner? Or would you also finish quickly on your own?"

Alan looked at her with a puzzled expression on his face.

"Masturbation, Alan. When you masturbate, do you last long, or do you feel your orgasm come on quickly then as well?" Dr Parvati asked.

"I... eh, well... yes, but... it depends..." Alan stammered, lowering his gaze again.

"Depends on what, Alan?" she asked, coolly.

"I... eh... well, it depends on what I... on what I..." Alan mumbled, wishing the chair would swallow him up.

"It depends on what you are watching when you masturbate, Alan?"

Alan nodded meekly, his ears, cheeks, and neck roasting red.

"Alan, you do not need to feel embarrassed in my office. Please, this is my specialty, and I guarantee you that anything you talk about in here, whether it be sex, masturbation, sexual fantasies or fetishes; nothing will shock me, and nothing will embarrass me. So please, you can be honest with me."

Alan looked up to see Dr Parvati smiling warmly at him, and he relaxed slightly.

"Please, sit back and relax, Alan," Dr Parvati continued. "When you look down at the floor to avoid eye contact, you give embarrassment and anxiety more influence than you need to. Look at me when you speak, and talk to me as though you were talking to any doctor about any mundane issue."

Alan sat back in his leather chair, and looked at Dr Parvati. God, she was stunning.

"Good, Alan. Now, tell me, do you find that certain things will bring about an orgasm more quickly than others?"

Alan swallowed, and nodded to Dr Parvati.

"I see. I presume it is a fetish, yes? And that when you indulge in your fetish, or when you encounter the focus of this fetish, you lose control over your orgasm?"

Alan felt his cock stir, and sweat began to build on his forehead. His neck felt so warm, and he worried that he could collapse.

He nodded again.

"Please, Alan, I cannot be the only one who speaks out loud during our session," she chided softly.

"Y-yes, Dr Parvati..." he said meekly.

"I see. Can you tell me what it is, Alan? Can you tell me what fetish you have, that is so overwhelming that it makes you lose control? What fetish makes you cum so quickly?"

Alan looked at Dr Parvati, and his hands began to tremble. She looked deeply into his eyes, and Alan heard a sound he had always loved so much, but in this moment terrified him. Alan heard the unmistakable gentle 'pop' of Dr Parvati's shoe coming loose from her nyloned heel, and dangling from her big, stockinged foot.

Oh, God...

Alan shuffled in his chair as he felt his cock stiffen, and he looked desperately around the room, trying to avoid looking at the beautiful therapist's stiletto dangling from her big, beautiful foot. Alan's heart pounded so hard that he could hear his pulse in his ears.

"Please, do not be so nervous, Alan," Dr Parvati said soothingly, "I appreciate that it can be difficult to talk about these things for the first time. You do not have to disclose your fetish to me right away, if you do not wish to, but I need to ask you more questions about how it has impacted you. Is that okay, Alan?"

Alan was looking over at the bookshelf, and he nodded, trying to breathe deeply to will down his growing erection.

"Good. Now, please Alan, I must insist that you look at me when we are talking," she said calmly.

Alan took a long, deep breath, and looked back at Dr Parvati. He almost let out a groan, when he saw her leather heel delicately dangling from her exquisite, stockinged foot. The shoe swayed gently, barely hanging on to her black, nylon-clad toes, and Alan's erection began to press against his pants.

"Thank you, Alan. Tell me, this fetish, have you had it for as long as you can remember?"

Alan tried to look away from the doctor's dangling shoe, but he felt hypnotised as it gently swayed in the air.

Michelle saw the dopey, glazed expression on Alan's face, and she saw him shifting in his seat, obviously trying to hide his arousal.

Bingo.

"Yes..." he muttered. Alan briefly looked away from Dr Parvati's foot, but he could not help but look back again.

"And have you found that this fetish has been the most prominent aspect of your sexuality? By that I mean, do you focus on this fetish more than 'typical' objects of attraction?"

Alan swallowed, as the stiletto now dangled even more precariously from the tip of Dr Parvati's toe.

"Yes," he rasped.

Michelle moved her big, beautiful foot side to side more quickly now, so that the leather stiletto dangled hazardously from it.

"I see. When you came quickly with these women, was it because of your fetish, Alan?" Dr Parvati asked, softly.

"Y-yes..." Alan whimpered. His erection throbbed and visibly tented in his pants, no matter how desperately he tried to hide it.

"Oh, Alan," Dr Parvati said gently, "I can see that our conversation has provoked some arousal in you. Please, do not feel embarrassed. It is very natural, especially when one is not very experienced, sexually."

Alan looked up from Dr Parvati's dangling stiletto to see her looking at his crotch, and he wanted to die right there.

"Oh, God, I am so sorry..." he spluttered, crossing his hands over his groin.

"Do not worry, Alan. Just sit back, and relax. You have nothing to be embarrassed about," Dr Parvati said, fighting to supress laughter. "Relax, rest your hands on the armrests. You are just a bit excited, but it will pass, do not worry."

Alan did as she instructed, but he did not feel in any way relaxed, and he cursed his blatant erection tenting in his pants.

Michelle saw the small patch of pre-cum soaking through his slacks, and she couldn't help but smile, before again putting on a neutral expression.

"Now, tell me, Alan," she continued, "This fetish; is it for feet?"

Alan looked at Dr Parvati in alarm, and sweat soaked through his shirt.

"I... I... no... I," he stuttered, tugging open his shirt collar.

"It is just that I have noticed you staring at my foot, Alan," Dr Parvati said, trying not to smirk, "And you are quite visibly aroused. Do you have a foot fetish, Alan?"

Alan's head was spinning, and he knew that lying was pointless. He nodded.

"Please, use your words Alan," Dr Parvati gently scolded.

"Y-yes, I... I like feet," he stammered, unable to help looking back down at Dr Parvati's flickering foot.

"Interesting. And this woman, the woman who is blackmailing you for cumming so quickly; did you cum prematurely because of her feet? Is that why she is blackmailing you? Because she knows about your fetish?"

With that, Dr Parvati's shoe lost the last of its purchase on her toe, and it dropped to the floor. She did not react, and did not move to put her shoe back on; she simply sat, and gently flexed and relaxed her gorgeous, stockinged foot.

Alan's erection quivered, and he felt the muscles in his groin start to contract as a tingle...

Oh, God... Oh, no, surely not...

Alan tensed the muscles in his thighs, as he felt the familiar early warning signs of an orgasm starting to build.

Fuck, please no, please no...

"Alan, is something wrong? You are sweating, and you have gone quite red," Dr Parvati teased, as she slowly straightened her leg, allowing Alan to see her huge, heavenly sole in her sheer, black stocking. "Can I get you anything, some water perhaps, or... Alan? Alan?"

Alan stared at Dr Parvati's stockinged sole as she gently wriggled her toes, and scrunched and relaxed her foot. He could see every delicate wrinkle and crease on her sole through her sheer stocking, and when she spread her toes the nylon over them became translucent.

Oh, fuck... fuck... fuck...

Alan gripped the armrests of the chair as his muscles began to jerk and spasm. He could not help but shudder and grunt, and his back hunched forward as he came violently in his pants.

He never took his eyes off Dr Parvati's glorious foot as torrents of cum gushed into his pants, and he panted and groaned as his cock throbbed and throbbed. He gripped the armrests so hard that his knuckles went white, and he nearly collapsed to the ground under the crushing force of his climax.

Oh, fuck... Oh, fuck... Oh, fuck!

What the fuck had he just done? Fuck!

Alan looked up at Dr Parvati's appalled face, and he whimpered as the last of his cum leaked into his boxer briefs. A wave of light-headedness came over him, and he had to keep his grip on the armrests to stop from collapsing.

"I... I... I'm..." he panted desperately, as he looked pleadingly at Dr Parvati. "I'm sorry, I..."

Michelle stared at Alan with her mouth open, in complete shock and utter disbelief. Despite her best efforts, she burst out laughing.

"Oh, God, Alan! Did you just...? You just... Did you just cum in your pants?" she giggled, wiping away tears from her eyes. "Wow, I can honestly say that I have never seen anything quite so... so... to be frank, Alan, anything so pathetic! I had no idea your sexual problems were quite so severe!"

Alan began to cry, and he crossed his hands over his crotch in a futile effort to hide the huge, damp patch in the front of his slacks.

"I'm so sorry," Alan sobbed, "I did not mean to... I swear..."

"I should hope not, Alan!" Dr Parvati said with feigned sternness, trying desperately not to break down laughing. "I don't have to tell you that I would have absolutely no tolerance for anyone who came into my office looking for cheap titillation or sexual thrills! Oh, I would not hesitate to phone the police, to report such a disgusting perverted assault on me!"

Alan felt that he could throw up. Michelle felt that she could fall off her chair laughing.

"No! No! I promise, it was an accident!" Alan bawled, "I would never do that! I didn't want to! I... I..."

Michelle put on an expression of mock surprise.

"Do you really mean to tell me that your problem is so severe... that your obsession with feet is so strong...?"

Alan put his face in his hands, and cried so pathetically that his shoulders shook.

"Yes! Yes! I'm so fucking pathetic, so fucking obsessed with feet that I just came in my pants without wanting to!"

Michelle gently dipped her toe into her shoe and lifted it to her hand. She delicately pushed her stiletto back onto her foot, and relaxed back and scribbled onto her notepad.

"Oh, Alan, this is much more serious than I could have ever imagined!" she exclaimed. "This will take some very, very intense and frequent therapy! Once a week will not be enough! No, we will need to meet twice a week, at least, and may well need double sessions!"

Alan continued to sob into his hands, and he nodded without saying a word.

"After all, cumming in your pants in front of me is obviously embarrassing, Alan, but what if anyone else knew about this? What if prospective clients, or partners, or business rivals... Oh, that would dreadful!" she exclaimed.

Alan buried his face into his folded arms.

"Please, help me, Dr Parvati! I'll do anything!" he wailed.

Michelle finished the calculations on her notepad, and smiled ear to ear when she added up how much money she was going to make from Alan Delaney.