The Good Doctor Ch 01-05

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Peter had requested a male therapist, as it seemed like it would be just a little less humiliating to talk about his problems in the bedroom with another man than a woman, especially if he happened to find her attractive. It had been hard enough raising the issue with his GP at her office, trying to describe his recent inability to maintain any kind of lasting erection in the most matter-of-fact way possible.

Dr. Rosa had been kind and understanding, but she was thorough and always been hesitant to prescribe drugs without fully understanding the underlying condition. The interview with her had felt like going through a long checklist. She wanted to know when the issue had started, how long it had been going on, and if there had been any significant changes at work, in his life, or in his diet that coincided with his bout of impotence.

There had been nothing that Peter could think of. His married sex life had been adequate, if not exciting, but up until this problem, he had at least been reliable. Lately, however, the only thing reliable was failure.

"How about masturbation?" Dr. Rosa had asked.

"No, not really?" he'd answered.

"Sorry, do you mean you don't really masturbate, or..."

"No, I mean that doesn't really work either," he said, feeling his cheeks warm.

"Not at all?"

"Sometimes it works a bit, or for a little while, but no, even then I still can't really maintain an erection."

She checked off a few more boxes in her notes and then set them aside to look him in the eyes as she talked to him.

"The rest of my questions would be about your state of mind, or the thoughts in your head in general when it comes to sex, and when you're engaged in it. That said, this isn't my specialty, and I think you'd be better served by seeing someone who deals with situations like this more often."

He agreed, in part just to make that particular ordeal end. That was how he found himself walking into a brand new medical office building, and watching the clock in yet another genetically well designed waiting room.

The nurse was ridiculously attractive and her clothes seemed just a bit too fitted to be professional, but she seemed to have the kind of body that would be a shame not to show off, so he wasn't about to complain. Even so, he couldn't help but notice that when she called him into the doctor's office and he saw her in motion, it still wasn't enough to stiffen his cock.

The office felt calm. The colour of the walls was muted, the furniture was plush and comfortable, and there wasn't a computer screen in sight. The doctor himself was tall, handsome and seemed fit, but his expression seemed compassionate and understanding, which made all the rest of him feel a bit less imposing.

He had been standing near his desk but moved over to a leather chair as Peter entered, and signalled for Peter to sit on the matching sofa.

"Good afternoon, and welcome. I'm Doctor Quesnell. Please make yourself comfortable, and let's get to know you a little bit. I've got your file from Dr. Rosa, so don't feel like you have to repeat anything if you don't want to, and I'll just ask you questions if I'd like to know anything a bit better, okay?"

"Okay," Peter sighed. "Well, it's like this..."

Once again, Peter told the tale of how, from one week to the next, he just plain stopped being able to get his cock hard. It had started with one embarrassing date night with him and his wife which she generously laughed off. The next time was a failure too, and he just couldn't get a real or lasting erection, no matter what either of them did. He'd tried focussing his thoughts on her and then on women he fantasized about with no change in the results.

He was unable to get hard even alone, looking at his favourite porn sites, jerking his cock madly. It was all in vain, and it had finally scared or bothered him enough that he'd talked to his doctor, hoping the solution would be as simple as a little blue pill.

"I am glad Dr. Rosa suggested we talk. Even if a pill did work, I don't think you'd want to have to rely on that from now on," the doctor said.

"Yes, I guess so. It's getting worrying, you know?"

"I certainly do understand. It is probably a challenge for your wife as well. She must be worried about you, and it can be challenging if she thinks that she has become less attractive or desirable in your eyes."

"Yes. I told her that's not it, but I guess saying it doesn't change the feelings."

"You are very correct," the doctor confirmed. "Now, are you ready for some questions?"

"Sure."

"These questions are going to be personal, so I just want to reassure you that your answers and everything we discuss will stay between us. Nothing gets charted and my notes, while always just for me, will not identify you by name in any way. It is important, for our time together to be effective, that you answer honestly. Okay?"

"Okay, doc."

"You mentioned, when you were talking about your attempts to get hard on your own, something about looking at your favourite porn. Do you spend a lot of time on porn sites?"

"I don't know if it is a lot. Sometimes more than others."

"Would you say that you spend time on some kind of porn site every day?"

"Yes, I think so."

"What kinds of sites do you spend time on?"

"What kind?"

"Let me be more clear. Are these the kinds of sites that just have photos or videos? Are you sharing or trading images? Are you interacting with other people who are on the site at the same time as you?"

"There is some image trading and some chatting as well, I guess. Talking about images we like, models we find attractive, things like that."

"I understand. And do you interact with the people you chat with only when you're online with them, or do you also communicate in other ways, like email or other messaging services?"

"I do have some friends I've met there that I've emailed or messaged back and forth with."

"I understand. Now, you said that sometimes you're online there more often than others. Would you say that you've been online more lately?"

"Yes, I guess so. Things have been stressful, and it's a way I relax, I guess."

"Of course. Many men find that outlets like this can be about community as much as it is about arousal. This period of stress, when you've been online more than average, did it start before or after your current challenges?"

"Before, I suppose. I guess I've been feeling that way for a while. I've had times like this before though, when I've been online a lot, and I didn't have this problem then."

"I'm not suggesting that one causes the other. Don't worry. I know a lot of moral purists will try to tell you that looking at porn is always bad for your sex life, but that just isn't the case. I'm more interested in finding out how you think about all this. Are you comfortable talking about your sexual fantasies? Your particular desires or fetishes?"

"Is anyone?"

"Perhaps not," the doctor laughed. "It is important, here more than ever, that we discuss things with complete honesty. If that sounds too hard, I have a suggestion that other patients have found helpful in the past."

"What is that?"

"Well, not to sound silly, but it is a form of hypnosis. In practice, it's more like meditation or relaxation, but it can really help people to discuss personal matters without the burden of embarrassment or fear of judgement."

"Hypnosis? Really? You're not going to make me act like a chicken or anything, are you?"

"Not in the least. It isn't about getting you to do anything or be anything. It's just a way to help you talk about what you are already thinking."

"I'll try anything at this point."

"Okay, great. You might find it more relaxing to lay down."

"This is happening right now?" Peter asked.

"It can, if you're comfortable. I think this will be our best way forward as well, so there's no reason to delay."

"Okay. Wow. This is not how I expected today to go."

"I find it best not to worry about expectations, and to just let things happen as they must."

Peter turned and stretched out on the sofa. Doctor Quesnell dimmed the lights a bit, and moved his chair so that he could still see Peter's face in his reclined position.

"Ready to start?" the doctor asked.

"As ready as I'll ever be."

"Alright, go ahead and close your eyes."

The start was slow and calming. The induction, such as it was, began with Peter being led to focus on his physical sensations and breathing, and then to relax his way up his body. The doctor spoke slowly, softly and observed Peter's expression and physical reactions to judge his progress.

Doctor Quesnell was well trained, experienced and confident in his abilities, but even so he was a touch surprised how effortlessly Peter slid into a completely calm, trance-like state of meditation and peace.

"How do you feel, Peter?" he asked.

"I feel good," Peter answered in a voice barely above a whisper.

"We're going to talk about your time online."

"Yes, Doctor."

"Are you ready to be completely open and honest with me?"

"Yes, Doctor."

"Good. Peter, are the people you speak to online mostly men or women."

"They are men, Doctor."

"What kinds of images and videos and sexual things do you talk about with these men?"

"I talk about the things I like. I talk about the things that turn me on. I talk about fantasies and experiences and dreams."

"Good. Thank you for telling me. Do these men also tell you about what they like?"

"Yes, they do."

"And those things tend to overlap, with the men that like talking to?"

"Yes, Doctor."

"Would you say, Peter, that the things you like stay the same, or do they change?"

"Some things stay the same, and some things change, I guess."

"Very good. Tell me: the things that you like, the men that you talk to, and the fantasies that you have, would some of those be considered to be kinky or different from what you've talked about with your wife or with past girlfriends?"

"Yes, Doctor."

"Sometimes, kinky relationships can involve a power dynamic between the people. That can be dominant and submissive, master and slave, owner and pet, or relationships like that. Have you ever experienced anything like that?"

"Yes, Doctor."

Peter was still breathing steadily and slowly, even as he admitted things out loud he wouldn't tell his closest friend.

"Is your role in those kinds of relationships generally the same, Peter?"

"Yes Doctor."

"Which is it, Peter?"

"I am the submissive. I am the slave. I am the pet. I am the sissy."

"I see. Has this always been the case, or has this changed over time?"

"I have always been the submissive, Doctor. I think being the sissy is newer."

"Tell me what being the sissy means to you, especially what it means that is different or more than being the submissive or the slave."

"Being the sissy means that I am not a man, but not a woman either. It's less than a man, like a man whose masculinity is taken away."

Doctor Quesnell took careful notes, but he was not surprised. From what he'd heard up until then, he had been expecting that this pathway would be rewarding.

"A man to give away his masculinity sounds like it could be a very intense kind of the submission you mentioned. Was this a natural progression?"

"I think it was for me. I don't think it has to be for everyone."

"I'd like you to tell me more about what it can mean to be a submissive sissy in this situation. Do you need to have a counterpart in this? A dominant to your submissive?"

"Yes, I do. It completes the relationship. I am what I am as submissive in response to the needs and desires of a dominant."

"Is this only about what they want or like then?"

"No, it isn't. The submission is what I need. The submissive is who I am. It makes me feel so good to obey and to make them happy. To make them aroused."

The doctor smiled down at Peter, laying there in his office, eyes closed and as calm and peaceful as ever. No one would ever be able to tell that he was unburdening himself of the kinds of secrets he might not ever tell anyone is his day-to-day life. It was rewarding work, to be able to help people in trouble but there was also something more. If the doctor accessed a bit of the brutal honesty and self-awareness that Peter was modeling, he would have confessed that he enjoyed having the power and ability to bring secrets like this to light.

"You mentioned that most of the people you talk to online are men. Does that include the dominants that you speak to?" the doctor asked.

"Yes, it does."

"And it includes in particular, the dominants that you act as the submissive for, and as the sissy for?"

"Yes, it does."

"Are you attracted to men, Peter?"

"Yes, I guess so."

Tilting his head, the doctor made note of the first answer Peter gave that was less than sure.

"Are you not sure, Peter?"

"When I was younger, I was not physically or sexually attracted to men. I was straight. I just wanted to date women. Lately, I suppose, I've opened up a bit more."

"Did those changes in how you feel happen around the same time you started exploring being a sissy online?"

"Yes, Doctor."

"You said that you have always been submissive, but that being a sissy was more recent. Do you remember how it started?"

"I was online. I was chatting with a man who was dominant. I was being submissive to him. I was doing things for him. I was enjoying it. It felt good. It felt very good. He asked me if I would do more things for him, and I wanted to. It felt so good to do things for him. He started asking me to do sissy things. It was strange and new and embarrassing and humiliating and it felt good to do them. I wanted to do them. I wanted to do them more and more."

"What kinds of things, Peter? What kinds of things are sissy things that make you feel good?"

"Dressing in women's underwear and lingerie. Using toys like butt plugs or chastity cages. Learning to do sexual things for men."

"How do you learn those things, Peter?"

"I think about them. I watch movies. I practice with toys like dildos. I listen to the instructions I am sent."

"Do you have these kinds of toys yourself, Peter?"

"Yes, I do."

"Toys that your wife does not know about?"

"Yes, doctor. I bought them in secret and I hide them from her."

"And you play with them. You use the dildos and the plugs and toys like that."

"Yes, doctor."

"And does it feel good to do these things? Does it give you pleasure?"

"Oh yes, doctor. It feels very good to do these things. It feels amazing to do these things."

"You mentioned dominants before, Peter, and you said that you followed the instructions you were sent. Are you given these directions and instructions by a dominant man you met online?"

"Yes, doctor."

"One man in particular, or more than one."

"I submit to different men online at times, but there is one man in particular that sends me instructions and commands."

"So this one man is the primary dominant that you are submissive to?"

"Yes, doctor. He is my Master."

Doctor Quesnell leaned back in his chair. He set his notes down. Now they were getting somewhere.

"And this man, your Master, he sends you instructions."

"Yes, doctor."

"Can you give me examples of the instructions he gives you?"

"He tells me what kinds of panties or stockings to wear. He tells me what kinds of plugs to wear, and when. He tells me how often I should practice with my dildos. He sends me things to watch and to listen to."

The tasks involving clothing and toys were simple enough to understand, but now there was more.

"What kinds of things does he send you to watch, Peter?"

"He sends me videos to watch. Videos that show me how to be a good sissy slut, and that help me practice how to think."

"Are the things to listen to like that too?"

"Yes, doctor. They help me to think clearly about how to be a good submissive, and how to be a good sissy."

"Do you think about these things he sends you a lot, Peter? Do you watch them a lot, or listen to them often?"

"Yes, doctor. Every day."

"I would like you to think carefully about some of those instructions, Peter. I'd like you to think about them, and think about why you didn't tell me about them when we were talking before."

Peter's eyes darted about under his eyelids. For a moment, he seemed unsure and hesitant.

"It is a little fuzzy, doctor. Part of the instructions are not to totally remember them, I think."

"It is okay, Peter. Thinking about them now is like thinking about them when you are listening to them. It is okay to remember them now. You can tell me about them now because you are relaxing and just talking to me."

Peter drew in a deep breath, paused, and then took another.

"They tell me how to obey. They tell me about the pleasure I can get from being a good sissy. They tell me about my purpose and my destiny and my needs."

"Are these instructions helping you to be more open, as you said it, about being attracted to men?"

"Oh yes, doctor. They help me learn about loving men and lusting after men and how good it feels to please men and pleasure them."

"And how about women, Peter?"

"Oh no, doctor. A sissy's purpose is to please men, not women."

"Your wife is a woman, Peter. Does that include her?"

"Yes, doctor. Tricia is a beautiful and sexy woman, and she deserves a man to be with. She deserves more than a sissy."

"If your wife, Tricia, deserves a man and should only be with a man sexually, and if you are a sissy and less than a man, how is she supposed to get that sexual pleasure, Peter?"

"I don't know, doctor. I think she will have to find a real man to please her, instead of a sissy."

"Would that make you feel bad, Peter? If your wife was with a man other than you?"

"No, that would make me very happy. I love her, and I want her to be happy. I want her to have pleasure. She is beautiful and sexy, and she deserves to have pleasure."

Doctor Quesnell found himself getting rather intrigued by the whole sordid situation, but there was still the primary issue to deal with -- the one that had brought Peter to him in the first place.

"Can you tell me more about the information and the rest of the things you are sent? What kind of images and videos are they?"

"They show sissies like me pleasing men and serving men. They teach me how to do it well, and how good and proper it is for a sissy like me to please men."

"Are there ever women in this content?"

"Sometimes they show women choosing to be with real men instead of sissies, but mostly they are about sissies submitting to and pleasing men, doctor."

"And do these things arouse you, Peter?"

"Of course, doctor."

"Thinking about pleasing men arouses you?"

"Yes, doctor."

"Physically?"

"Yes, doctor."

"You get erections thinking about doing these things?"

"Sometimes. Yes, doctor. Sometimes, more and more, the arousal just makes me feel amazing, and makes me leak. Sometimes, if I am wearing a cage, I can't get hard no matter how turned on I am. Other times, Master teaches me that I shouldn't."

"You shouldn't get hard?"

"No. Master teaches me that sissies should just leak when they are aroused. They shouldn't really get hard."

"Why is that, Peter?"

"I think that is just the way it is supposed to be. Master says that sissies don't need to get hard, since they don't fuck. Sissies just get fucked."

"I want you to try something for me, Peter. Can you do that?"

"Of course, doctor."

"I want you to think about the things that this Master shows you. Think about being submissive. Think about being a sissy. Think about pleasing men. Can you do that?"

"Of course, doctor."

"Okay, do it now. Think about those things."

"Yesss, doctor."

Peter's voice changed. It was breathier, and he almost moaned his words.

"Does it feel good to think about these things?"

"Yes, doctor. It feels amazing."

"Is it arousing to think about these things?"

"Yess, yes it is, doctor."

"And does it physically arouse you, Peter?"

"I can feel the tingling. I can feel the leaking starting."

"Do you feel an erection, Peter?"

"I can feel the warmth, doctor, but I won't be able to get an erection."

"Why is that, Peter?"

"Because I'm wearing a chastity cage, doctor."

Doctor Quesnell couldn't help but look down at Peter's crotch.

"You're wearing one right now?"

"Yes, doctor."

"Why are you wearing it today?"

"Master told me that I should."

"He told you that should be wearing that device now? Today?"

"Yes, doctor."

"Did he know where you were going?"

"Yes, doctor."

"Did you say why you should wear it to see me?"

"He knew you were a man, doctor. He knew that you would be my doctor, and that you would talk to me about important things. He told me that I should be open and obedient and submissive to you, and he told me that I should wear a cage and a plug and panties, to show that I am a submissive sissy."

There was almost too much to take in. The doctor took a couple slow breaths to gather his thoughts.

"Peter, are you really wearing all those things now, under your clothes?"

"Of course, doctor. My Master told me to, and it feels amazing to obey my Master."

"Peter, from what you've told me, it seems like you know why you haven't been able to make love to your wife. Is that true?"

"I can see the reasons why now, doctor. I didn't before, when we were talking. I couldn't remember what Master had taught me then. Now I can remember."

"Will you remember those things when you aren't in the meditative state you are now? When we are finished?"

"I don't know, doctor. I don't think I will. Master wants me to only know these things when he has me in my sissy mind space."

"But even when you can't remember the instructions, you still feel their power over you?"

"I guess so, doctor. I never really thought about it."

"So, when you are awake, you don't remember what your Master has taught you about your erections, but you still can't get hard?"

"Yes, doctor."

"So your Master doesn't want you to have a sexual relationship with your wife."

"No, doctor. Sissies don't fuck. Sissies just get fucked, or sissies suck cock."

"What kind of sexual relationships does he want you to have, if not with your wife?"

"He wants me to submit to men and please men, doctor."

"And not your wife. Not with women."

"Of course not, doctor."

"Is that what you want, Peter?"

"Yes, doctor. I want to please my Master. I want to please men. It feels so good to obey Master and to do what he instructs. He has taught me so much and made me feel so good. I told him, when we started, that I wanted to obey him and do whatever he wanted."

"Did you know what it might mean? Did you know that meant you might not be having sex with your wife anymore?"

"Yes, Master. Master made that clear from the very start."

"And this is what you wanted?"

"It was hard at first, doctor. I felt guilty about cheating. I felt guilty about how she would need to cheat to find pleasure. I just couldn't deny what I really wanted or who I really was anymore. Master helped me find such pleasure and joy and arousal, like I never had before."

"If you wanted all this, Peter, and if you knew what it might mean, do you know why you were so troubled by your not being able to make love to your wife now?"

"Master didn't want me to remember. Master wanted me to be confused about it."

"Do you think he wanted you to try to find help, Peter?"

"Yes, doctor."

"Did he want you to see a doctor, Peter?"

"Yes, doctor."

"There was a note in your file, Peter. A note that said you had requested a male therapist. Why is that?"

"Master wanted a doctor like you to know about what I was. Master wanted a doctor like you to know that I was a submissive sissy, and to know what else I wanted."

"What else do you want, Peter?"

"I want to please you of course, doctor. I want to serve you and please you."

"Do you mean sexually, Peter?"

"Yes, doctor."

"A doctor like me isn't supposed to have sexual relationships with his patients, Peter."

"It is okay, doctor. It is what I want."

"What you say you want while in a trance isn't quite the same, Peter."

"I don't have to be in a trance to want to obey and please you, doctor."

Doctor Quesnell shifted in his chair. He had begun to feel uncomfortable, and he only realized the reason when he shifted his posture. To his dismay, he found that his cock was rock hard.

Lots of researchers in hypnotherapy had improper or unprofessional fantasies, but they were taught to tamp those feelings down and dismiss them as ordinary mental exploration. Actually acting on those thoughts, even if you could find a situation where it might be possible, would of course be improper. Besides, everyone he'd ever talked to in the field, when anything close to the topic came up, had stated unequivocally that these situations were just pulp magazine fantasies, miles away from the reality of their day-to-day work.

"What do you want to do, right now?"

"I want to obey you, doctor. I want to please you."

"How do you want to please me?"

"I... I want to suck your cock."

"Really? You came to me to help fix your sex life with your wife, and presumably to deal with the problems in your marriage that all that might lead to. Is being a submissive sissy with me really what you want?"

"Yes, doctor. That is really what I want."

Letting curiosity and arousal defeat his better angels, Doctor Quesnell looked Peter up and down and set his notes aside.

"You want to submit and obey me?"

"Yes, doctor."

"I'd like you to take off your clothes, other than those things underneath that you told me about. The panties, the cage and the plug."

"Yes, doctor."

Without a moment's hesitation, Peter was on his feet and he was peeling off his clothes. His button-down shirt, his t-shirt, shoes, socks and khaki pants were all removed quickly and efficiently, until he stood before the doctor, barefoot and all but naked. Doctor Quesnell was half surprised to find that Peter had in fact been telling the truth. He was wearing an elegant pair of soft pink lace thong panties.

"Turn about slowly. Show me."

Peter turned in place. He was fit and lithe and his skin was smooth and hairless. The panties, obviously feminine, actually fit him, as though he'd bought them for himself rather than sneaking a pair of his wife's to try on.

"Show me the plug, Peter."

Peter paused his slow rotation, his back to the doctor, and slowly leaned forward at the waist. As he did so, he reached back and used both hands to spread his ass cheeks. Nestled in between them, with the string back of the thong stretched across it, was the pink jewelled base of a butt plug.

"How does it feel to be plugged like that, Peter?"

"It feels amazing, doctor. It constantly teases me, and reminds me that my ass is just a sissy pussy, and it is meant to be filled up. It reminds me of what I am, and also that I wear it because it pleases my Master to know that I am obeying him."

"You can stand upright again and face me, Peter."

Once again, without pause or comment, Peter obeyed. There was not a lot of bulge in the front of his panties, but there was a bit of a dark stain.

"Are you... how did you put it? Are you leaking, Peter?"

"Yes, doctor," Peter replied, pink on his cheeks again. "I can't help but leak when I get aroused."

"And you are aroused now?"

"Yes, of course, doctor."

"Why 'of course'?"

"It arouses me to be allowed to serve and obey you. It arouses me to have you see me in my sissy panties. It arouses me to feel your commands control me, doctor."

"Show me the chastity cage you're wearing, Peter."

Peter reached down and tugged the front of his panties out and down so that waistband was beneath his balls. There was a steel ring around his cock and balls and then, secured and locked to it, was an enclosure of curved steel bars, trapping Peter's cock inside. There was still no trace of body hair, which made the tableau even more emasculating. It also looked a touch painful, as the small size of it was clearly restraining his body's reaction. His flesh was bulging between the bars.

"It looks like that without that on, you would be quite hard right now, Peter."

"Yes, doctor."

"That looks like it would be the kind of erection that you haven't been able to have with your wife for some time, Peter."

"Yes, doctor," Peter moaned with apparent discomfort. "I'm sorry that my training isn't complete yet. I know that a sissy should only be leaking."

"It is okay, Peter. It's reassuring for me to see, right now, that this is actually turning you on. It tells me a lot. You can pull your panties back up."

Peter obeyed, but he was still looking like he was having a hard time meeting Doctor Quesnell's gaze.

"Your predicament is making me hard too, Peter."

"Please, doctor. Please may I serve you?"

"You may," the doctor said, in a kind of surrender as well.

Peter's obedience and desperation were on quick display. He dropped to his knees and his fingers started deftly and expertly opening up the doctor's pants, pulling them and his boxers down to the floor.

Doctor Quesnell was in awe. From the moment he felt Peter's hands on him, caressing him and guiding the rapidly growing erection to his mouth, the doctor could tell he was in for something special. He didn't have to prod him or give him instructions. Peter seemed to know innately how to provide sensual pleasure. His lips pressed against the doctor's flesh with devotion and hunger. His hands stroked him with skill, with the perfect amount of pressure and speed.

Any second-guessing about giving and accepting Peter's offer evaporated quickly. He'd never had a blow job like this. Every sensation and sound indicated that Peter was desperately happy to be right where he was, serving with his mouth and worshipping the doctor's throbbing cock.

He reached down, his hands having nowhere to go but to rest on Peter's head. His hands started to help guide his patient's motion, and encouraged him wordlessly to take him ever more deeply. The doctor felt the grip of Peter's lips, the pressure of the suction, and then the tightness of his cock pressing into his throat.

Finally it was all too much. He groaned and grunted as he started to cum. Ropes of cum pulsed out of him, and every drop was eagerly welcomed by the warm mouth around him. Peter kept stroking, kept sucking, and swallowed down every drop. He worked over the doctor's cock until he'd sucked every drop of seed from him, and then proceeded to give him a tongue bath, leaving him glossy and clean.

Peter sank down, kneeling with his ass on his heels, and the doctor looked down in amazement and disbelief as he pulled his pants back up and got his clothing back together.

"Thank you, doctor," Peter purred.

"You're welcome... that was incredible."

"I am pleased to serve, doctor."

"I think... I think you should get dressed, and return to the sofa."

"Yes, doctor."

Doctor Quesnell gathered his thoughts as Peter redressed. The case was fascinating. Peter's Master seemed to have taken his latent sexual fantasies and built on that foundation, leaving the man devoted and obedient, while still at some fundamental level unaware of the depth of his conditioning. Peter's mind blocked physical arousal based on his life-long sexual orientation, whether it be inspired by his wife, or any of the sexual inspiration he had previously drawn upon. His lusts and desires had essentially been rewritten.

It had to be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to study this case.

"Peter," Doctor Quesnell said, "I think we've done some amazing work today. It's time for you to wake up. I'm going to count down from five, and when I do, you will find yourself relaxed and calm. You don't need to worry about all the details of what we've spoken about. Just relax and wake, and we will continue the conversation we were having before."

"Yes, doctor."

"Five... four... three... two... one."

Peter slowly opened his eyes and then sat up. He looked warmly at the doctor.

"How did it go? I trust you kept your no-chicken promise," Peter said with a smile.

"It was very revealing and helpful, I think. It went well. How do you feel about it?"

"I feel good. Really good. I feel surprisingly relaxed. I hope this all worked. Did you get any answers? Is there any hope for some relief from all this?"

"I think it was very effective. You were open and honest and vulnerable. Do you remember what we talked about?"

"I don't. I remember relaxing and then just waking up, hearing you count. I do feel good though. I feel a lot better than I did when I came in."

"Well, that's a start. I'd like us to meet again. Can you find time to schedule another appointment next week?"

"I'm sure I can. I want to get this resolved."

"Excellent. In the meantime, I want you to keep a kind of diary about the kinds of things that arouse you. I'd also like you to, if you feel comfortable doing so, talking with your wife and being honest with her about how you feel about all this, and the challenges you are going through. You want her to feel desired, even during this time."

"Okay, I will try."

"Excellent. You can book your appointment on the way out. I will see you again soon."

"Doctor, I have another question," Peter asked, pausing at the doorway.

"What is it?"

"Do you think that it would be helpful to see us both? Both me and my wife?"

Doctor Quesnell paused and took a deep breath as his mind raced.

"It might be something to consider as we move forward. Let's build up to that, though. Next time, I think it should be just the two of us."

"Whatever you say, doctor."

With the door closed, Doctor Quesnell took a seat at his desk. He talked to himself about how clearly Peter had stated his desires, and how he had so convincingly expressed them through action. It was all too good a case to ignore, and too rare an opportunity to pass up on. The truth was that his rationalizations were just a cover for his basest desires, as perhaps they always were. Peter's mouth on him had felt incredible, but even more enticing was the possible exploration of how completely he ached for control and the dominance of another. This man craved sexual subservience with the devotion of a convert, even aching for another man to please his wife, so that he would not have to.

Doctor Quesnell smiled, playing the whole session back in his mind.

"Whatever I say indeed," he purred to himself.

2

Doctor Quesnell had been smiling ever since he scanned the summary of his daily schedule, prepared by his lead practice nurse, and saw Peter's name. The doctor had placed a flag on Peter's file, so a double-length session had been booked automatically.

In the week since Peter's first session, the doctor had attempted half-heartedly to resist his desire to continue to see him as a patient, and to explore just how total a grip over him his desire to submit was. It wasn't just how Peter could be manipulated, he smiled, it was also an immensely fascinating case of hypnotic suggestion.

It was hardly a surprise that Peter arrived right on time.

The doctor welcomed him in and watched as Peter took a seat. Already he was wondering what Peter was wearing underneath his work attire, and if he was truly aware of the choices that he had made.

"So, Peter, how was your week?"

"It was okay, I suppose. I mean, there was still no improvement on the main issue, but I did take some of your advice."

"Oh yes?"

"Yes, I talked to Tricia, my wife, about what was going on and how it was frustrating for me not to be able to express how I really felt about her."

"How did that go?"

"Better than I'd hoped. She seemed happy that I was open about it, and that I could at least try to reassure her that it wasn't about her, or how desirable she is."

"I'm glad. It is clear that you care about her and her happiness through all of this."

"I do."

"Did you have any luck with the other part of what we talked about having you do?"

"You mean the diary?"

"Yes. How did that go? Did you make any entries?"

"I tried. I started. I put in a few things that always used to get me turned on, but I didn't really keep it up. The truth is that it was frustrating thinking about all these things that were always sure-fire ways to get me riled up and then feeling how they weren't doing it for me anymore. The ideas were still hot and sexy, but I still wasn't getting hard."

"Was this while just thinking about those things, or did you touch yourself as well?"

"I touched myself, I looked at porn, but still nothing was working. I hope you've had some new ideas in the past week, because this is driving me crazy."

"I think, to start, we should try to avoid agitation. It won't help you think clearly or express how you're feeling. Would you be comfortable trying hypnotic meditation again?"

"It can't hurt. Certainly trying to just calm down hasn't really worked for me in the past."

"It rarely does. Why don't you get comfortable, and then we can get started."

As before, Peter responded to Doctor Quesnell's induction deeply and quickly. In just a couple minutes, he was stretched out on the sofa, eyes awake but completely entranced.

"How are you feeling now, Peter?" the doctor asked.

"Very good and very relaxed, doctor."

"I'd like to continue talking about that diary, Peter. Can you remember thinking about those entries?"

"I can."

"I want you to go back to how it felt to think about the things that used to arouse you. Do those ideas or activities still inspire you?"

"They do, in a way. It's different."

"Can you tell me how it is different?"

"If I think about a situation that used to turn me on, like a scene from a kinky movie where a sexy woman was tied up and teased, it is still arousing. It still makes me tingle and get worked up, but I don't want to fuck the girl in the scene anymore."

"What do you want instead, Peter?"

"I... I want to be the girl in the video. I want to be the one being tied up by the man. I want to be the one that is helpless and teased. I want to be the one who is going to get fucked."

"Have you tried looking at other videos, where a man is being submissive and being tied up?"

"I have, but it's not the same."

"Can you tell me why?"

"I don't want to be the man. I want to be the woman. I want to be a helpless, submissive sissy slut."

"When you imagine yourself to be the sissy, does that arouse you?"

"Yes, it does."

"Tell me, Peter. When you are the submissive sissy in this fantasy, who are you submitting to?"

"I am submitting to a man, doctor. A handsome, strong, dominant man."

"Always a man? Never a woman?"

"Always a man."

"Would it arouse you to submit to a woman, Peter?"

"It's not the same."

"A man is different?"

"Yes, doctor."

"And being a sissy is different too, isn't it? The rules are different?"

"Yes, doctor."

"Do you remember what you told me about sissies?"

"Yes, doctor. Sissies don't fuck. Sissies just get fucked, or sissies suck cock."

"And it isn't arousing, unless you're the sissy. Unless you're getting fucked by a man, or sucking his cock."

"Yes, doctor."

"Being a sissy arouses you."

"Yes, doctor."

"Is being a sissy the only thing that arouses you now?"

"I think that I can only be aroused when I am being a sissy. Almost whatever I am doing, if I am doing it is a sissy, it arouses me."

"Do you remember what you did last week, here, as a sissy?"

"Yes, doctor. I sucked your cock, doctor."

"And did that arouse you?"

"Very much, doctor."

"Do you want to do it again, Peter?"

"Of course, doctor. I always want to suck cock."

"Last week, if you were aroused, did you also get hard?"

"I don't think so, doctor."

"Why is that?"

"Sissies aren't supposed to get hard. Sissies just leak. I was also wearing my cage, doctor, to help me be a good sissy."

"You weren't just being a good sissy for me, isn't that right?"

"Yes, doctor. I was being a good sissy for my Master."

"The Master that sent you to me."

"Yes, doctor."

"And I assume that you told him that you were coming back?"

"Of course, doctor."

"Did he give you instructions again, about what to wear to see me?"

"Yes, doctor."

"Tell me about them."

"I was to wear stockings with garters, lace panties, as well as my cage and a plug, doctor."

"And you obeyed?"

"Yes, doctor. I want to be a good sissy for my Master."

"If your Master has taught you that sissies don't get hard, and sissies don't fuck, and if he wants to to be a good sissy, then do you know why you are here?"

"What do you mean, doctor?"

"Well, when you came here, you told me about your problems being physically aroused and sexually intimate with your wife. Your Master, however, is instructing you to wear a chastity cage and seems to be training and conditioning you in such a way that you are not to be cured of this impotence. He wants you to be unable to have sex with your wife, isn't that correct?"

"Yes, doctor."

"If your Master wants you to be impotent with your wife, then do you know why you are actually here?"

"I know that he wanted me to see you, doctor. I know that he wanted me to be obedient and submissive for you."

"He wanted you to suck my cock?"

"Yes, doctor."

"Do you think that he wants you to be a sissy temporarily, Peter?"

"No, doctor."

"It's not temporary?"

"No, doctor. He wants me to always be a sissy. I want to always be a sissy for my Master."

"This part of you, the part that is aware of your Master's intentions, you know what your Master wants, and what you want?"

"Yes, doctor."

"But in between when you are with me, or when you are talking to your Master, what do you know then?"

"I know that I talk to people online. I know that I look at porn online. I know that I like doing it."

"And you want this all to continue."

"I would like to be a sissy more, doctor. I want to be the old me less."

"Peter, I'd like to see what you are wearing," Doctor Quesnell stated, shifting in his chair.

The depths of Peter's predicament were sinking in, and he wanted a distraction, or perhaps it was a confirmation.

Peter was only too happy to oblige. In moments, he was up and stripping off his outer clothes, revealing himself in just the lingerie and stockings that he had described. The lace of the panties was sheer enough that his cage was visible through them.

"You want to be a sissy, isn't that right?"

"I do, doctor," answered Peter, kneeling on the floor without needing to be told to.

"You don't want to be aroused like a man anymore. You don't want to get hard anymore," Doctor Quesnell said, noticing that he wasn't asking questions, but confirming instructions.

"I don't want to get hard anymore, doctor."

"You don't want to fuck your wife."

"I don't want to fuck my wife, doctor. Sissies don't fuck. Sissies get fucked."

"You are the one who is supposed to get fucked, aren't you?"

"Yes, doctor. I am the one who is supposed to get fucked."

An idea was forming in Doctor Quesnell's mind, but at the moment, he felt like he was experiencing all of his own arousal as well as what Peter no longer could. His cock was throbbing.

"Suck my cock, Peter," he commanded.

Just as before, with perhaps even greater enthusiasm, Peter loosened the doctor's belt, unzipped his trousers, and pulled them to the floor. He freed his cock from his boxer briefs and began intimately and sensually caressing him. The doctor, standing above his entranced patient, simply moaned.

He'd never received blow jobs like these before. Some of the women he'd been with had viewed the task as an unwanted obligation, others had undertaken it as a kind of bargain in exchange for receiving oral payback themselves, and a rare few had seemed to genuinely enjoy it, but none had ever attacked the act with pure and overwhelming obsession. Peter looked back up at him but his eyes were wide and blank with dazed lust.

Peter stroked him, knowing just how to squeeze the base of his shaft, virtually milking him, while his lips worked in partnership, kissing and lapping at the doctor's erection like it was the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted. His undivided attention was intoxicating. The doctor had already been mostly hard, but with Peter's lips wrapped tight around him, he was throbbing. It felt like he could feel his heartbeat in his cock, and the suction of Peter's mouth was only making his heart beat faster.

The more Doctor Quesnell thrust his hips forward, the more of his cock Peter accepted. It was as though he wanted as much as he could get, not only pushing his mouth forward to mirror the motion, but he also sucked and slurped and moaned with every motion. Even when he had so much of the doctor's cock in his mouth that he could barely find a place for his stroking hands, he strained to take more. Peter's hands dropped down to caress the doctor's swaying balls instead.

Doctor Quesnell held on as long as he could, wanting to lengthen the sensation, but in time Peter's ministrations were just too good to resist. He leaned his head back, groaned, and felt his orgasm release. Warm, milky cum spurted from him and every drop was slurped up and swallowed down. Peter kept stroking, a bit more gently, making the doctor's orgasm last and last, until his cock was so sensitized that Peter's tongue felt like electricity against him.

Spent, the doctor collapsed back into his chair. Peter leaned in close, licking softly a few more times to ensure that he hadn't let a drop of cum elude him. He lapped all around the doctor's cock and balls, taking up the sex and sweat with this intimate saliva bath.

"You are a very good sissy cocksucker, Peter," the doctor moaned.

"Thank you, doctor," Peter replied, speaking through his own increased breathing.

"You want to be a good sissy, and good sissies get fucked."

"Yes, doctor."

"This week, I want you to speak to your wife about other ways to play with and please each other, while you are experiencing your impotence."

"Yes, doctor," Peter replied, but with a hint of questioning in his voice."

"You are going to talk to her about toys. Toys that you can play with, with her, that can take the place of your cock, since you cannot get hard with her."

"I see, doctor."

"In particular, you are going to do all you can to encourage her to try out a nice dildo with a strap-on harness for her. Do you know why?"

"Because sissies get fucked, doctor."

"That's right, Peter. Sissies get fucked. Even if they have to get fucked by their wives."

"Yes, doctor."

"You may also get a vibrator or toys that she expresses interest in. You are, of course, to be eager to please her, to make up for your failures in pleasing her, but I want you to make sure that you find a way to express to her your desire to play in this way. Do you think you can convince your wife to fuck you, Peter?"

"I will try, doctor. I will do all that I can."

"I trust that you will. I know you want to get fucked. I know that you also want to let your wife have pleasure too. Perhaps this can be a way for the both of you to reach your goals."

"Yes, doctor."

"If you succeed, Peter. If you can help her find her way to experimenting in this way, so that you both find some pleasure, then I think you'll be ready for the next step in your treatment."

"What is that, doctor?"

"Couples therapy, Peter. Once I know that you two can explore and learn together, and are willing to try new things, then I think it will be time to see the two of you both."

"Yes, doctor. I know that she would like that. She wants to help."

"I'm sure she does. One more thing, before you get dressed and wake up."

"What is that, doctor?"

"Can you ask your Master to contact me?"

"Why do you want that, doctor?"

"I think it is important that the two of us work together on your treatment."

"Yes, doctor."

Peter obediently redressed himself, and took his place back on the couch, so that he could be slowly awakened. He displayed calm relaxation, and was happy to take Doctor Quesnell's word that progress was being made.

Doctor Quesnell was happy too, though he wasn't quite sure just watching Peter get fucked by his wife was going to be enough to truly satisfy him.

That was the good thing about regular therapy, though. Even when you ran out of time one week, there was always the next.

3

Doctor Quesnell's anticipation of what might be began to fill his thoughts barely hours after Peter's session. The sensations and sexual pleasure were amazing, of course, but it was the power that had been visited upon the man's mind that truly thrilled him. It was a fact of the modern world that it took almost no effort to find an image of Peter and his wife online, and the woman was beautiful. Peter's Master had not only enticed him to chat and open up online, but he had burrowed into his mind, changing and modifying the man's most basic desires and urges. The cage Peter wore was a kind of humiliating decoration, as it was this other man's will that truly kept him flaccid and chaste.

It took two days for a message to come, but when it did arrive via email, it did so in the doctor's private email inbox instead of his professional one. He had no idea how, as he had never given that email address to Peter.

"I hear from Peter that you are interested in my work," was all the message said.

Not wanting to appear too needy, Doctor Quesnell forced himself to wait before replying, which allowed him to carefully parse his response.

"I am. I was quite impressed by your skills in partitioning his thoughts and awareness of your influence, and seeing how well you've been able to affect physical responses through the mind," he sent back.

He had thought about responding from his professional email, to try to make a point, but since he was the one asking questions, he thought it best to meet this man where he had chosen to be.

"Thank you. It is rewarding work. I trust that you have been satisfied with Peter's compliance and enthusiasm. He has proven to be an excellent subject, as he has shown himself to be very receptive to trigger implantation."

"The completeness of your influence makes me want to ask, if I may, if it was the waking version of Peter that came to me honestly seeking treatment, or if it was that other version who might have been sent to me for some other purpose?"

"Does it matter?" came back the reply.

"Perhaps not. I suppose it makes me wonder about goals. With my patients, so many arrive with a place they want to get to, or with my help, they come to understand more about where they want to arrive in the end."

"I tend to focus on my desires, not theirs. The journey they take for me is the goal."

Doctor Quesnell let those words roll around in his mind for a long time. As a therapist, he so often found himself putting all his attention onto his patient's goals and desires, and adjusting his treatment and planning entirely around how he could help them to get there. It was so frustrating when they couldn't see what was right in front of them, or when they repeatedly refused to take his gentle prodding advice, keeping themselves trapped in a revolving door of frustration and limitation.

Could he really be as ruthless as this man? Could he just take what he wanted, using all of his skills and experience to do so? He had already, of course. He'd started down this path the moment he had let Peter suck his cock. Perhaps it was just a matter of giving some real thought to what he wanted.

Peter arrived for his next session right on time.

"How was your week, Paul?" the doctor asked, barely waiting for him to get settled.

"It was okay. It was interesting," Peter answered, shifting in his seat.

"Tell me more about that."

"Well, I had gotten this idea, well, that if I couldn't perform, maybe there were other ways I could make sure that Tricia, my wife, could have fun, you know? I went to one of those adult stores and, well, I had a look around. I bought a couple things, and then I talked to her about if she might be into that. It turned out that she was open to it, so we ended up going back there together."

"That's very encouraging. How did it feel to be open like that?"

"I was scared. I'm not going to lie about that. I honestly don't know where I found the courage to do anything like this."

"Hopefully the positive response will reassure you that you can take even more chances like this, being honest and vulnerable with her. Was the response completely positive?"

"I think so. I mean, not to be too frank, but I finally was able to give her an orgasm," Peter blurted out.

"That must have felt very rewarding," Doctor Quesnell said with a wide smile.

"Yes. It was such a relief. Have you ever had that feeling like someone else's pleasure, and knowing that you gave it to them, felt even better than if you were feeling it yourself?"

"Of course," Doctor Quesnell lied.

He understood it, of course, and it was a wonderful marker of a submissive personality. The doctor himself preferred to be the one receiving the pleasure and attention. He'd never married, but he wasn't lonely. He was successful and handsome, and he was at ease with other people, so socializing and dating was no issue, but his preference for his own space and freedom had kept him well out of the gravitational pull of the altar. He liked things on his own terms, without compromise.

"I guess I had sort of had that feeling before, doing little things for her, but it was never so obvious as when I was just down there, devoting my attention entirely to her, using the toys and stuff," Peter continued, his face warming. "I'm sorry if this is too much."

"Not at all. You can talk about anything here, and you certainly don't need to worry about offending me or shocking me. This room has seen a lot," the doctor said, trying not to smirk. "Did your trip to the sex shop or your experimentation lead you to any new topics or activities together?"

"They did, actually," Peter confessed, blushing more.

"How so?" the doctor prodded.

"She got a toy and one of those harness straps, so that she could, uhm, wear it," he stammered.

"I see. So, in a sense, she had a hard cock when you could not."

"Yes, I guess so. Yes, she did."

"Did she enjoy that?"

"Yes, I think she did."

"Did she use it, Peter?"

"She did."

"With you? In you?"

"Yes. Yes, she did," Peter admitted, his voice soft and quiet, barely above a whisper.

"She penetrated you?"

"Yes, doctor."

"She pegged you? She fucked you, instead of you fucking her?" Doctor Quesnell continued pushing.

It felt risky, speaking so frankly and roughly, but he wanted to push Peter a bit farther without him being in his trance state.

"She did, yes."

"Were you bent over? On your knees or on all fours?"

"I was on all fours on our bed."

Peter was squirming, feeling the emotions he'd felt that night revisiting him as he bared his soul to his therapist. He wanted to close his eyes but, when he did, he was right back in that room, with the lights dimmed and the candles burning, with the air still full of the smell of Trish's orgasm mixed in with the strong scent of the cold, thick lube she had used to coat both the dildo jutting from her hips and his twitching ass. His heart had been pounding with every one of those sensations, and the anticipation of what was to come.

"Doggy style."

"Yes, doctor."

"How did that feel?"

"It was very different from what I expected. I would have guessed it would just be uncomfortable or painful or something like that."

"And it wasn't?"

"It was, but it was also so much more. It ached to feel the thing stretch me, making me get used to it, so she could push deeper, but it also felt good. The toy felt good. The ache felt good. All of it."

"So it was arousing for you?"

"Yes, doctor."

"Did you get erect?"

"I... I think I did. Not like I used to, or not for as long, but I could definitely feel that I was getting an erection. But only while it was happening."

"It made you hard for her to fuck you?"

"Yes, I think that it did."

"Did your wife notice?"

"I... I don't know. I don't think so. She didn't mention it after."

"Did she enjoy playing with you in this way? As much as you enjoyed it?"

"Yes, she did. She said she did. She said that especially after cumming before, she was really sensitive, and the base of the thing grinding against her felt really good for her. The more she pushed in, the better it felt."

"It sounds like this was the best sex the two of you have had together in some time."

"Yes, I suppose it was."

"Did you orgasm, Peter?"

"No. Not really. It felt really good and strange, and it was really arousing. There was this kind of tightness in my body and a buzzing in my head, but there was no cum."

"Did you want to?"

"What do you mean, doctor?"

"When you were on all fours and you could feel yourself being fucked and you were getting aroused, did you want to have an orgasm?"

"I mean, I guess so, yes. Of course I did. Doesn't everyone who is having sex want to cum?"

"Do you think that there might be some men wh0 would not want to cum in that position, or with those conditions? Do you think that some men might be afraid of what it might imply?"

"I don't know. I hadn't really thought about it. I guess it isn't very manly. I guess I didn't even think about anything like that, since it was the closest she and I have felt, especially physically, in a long time."

"There are certainly things that are more important than those concerns, Peter. I agree," the doctor reassured him. "Now, what do you think about relaxing for me again?"

"Sure, if you think it helps. I do feel kind of relaxed after we have those sessions," Peter agreed.

It was getting easier and quicker for the doctor to guide Peter down into his hypnotized, suggesting state of mind. Peter's Master had even provided him with shortcuts or trigger phrases that could make him sink into that state in moments. The transformation was clearly observable, which made the doctor smile. He'd quickly come to look forward to this part of Peter's sessions with him.

"Peter, are you dressed in feminine or submissive items under your clothes again today?" the doctor asked.

"Yes, doctor," Peter answered, softly and clearly, without shame or apprehension.

"Strip down to those items," he instructed.

Just as he'd said, Peter was wearing a pretty lace thong and thigh-high stockings under his pants. A quick inspection, conducted under the doctor's verbal instructions regarding pose positions and posture, confirmed that his ass was plugged again, and that he was locked inside a very compact chastity device.

"Tell me Peter, how did it feel to have your wife fuck you with a strap-on dildo?" Doctor Quesnell asked, curious about just how different the answer would be this time.

"It felt incredible, doctor. I was so happy to have pleased her, and it felt so good to feel her cock inside me, fucking me and using me."

"You had talked to me before about wanting to be the one in the relationship who got fucked, isn't that right?"

"Yes, doctor. When I see girls in images and videos getting played with and getting used and fucked, I want to be them."

"It must have been very rewarding to finally get to make that dream come true."

"Yes, doctor. It was better than I could have even imagined."

"It aroused you, didn't it?"

"Yes, doctor. I could feel every moment of it making me mentally and physically turned on."

"Did it feel good to feel hard again? To get to feel erect after so long?"

"It... it felt physically good, doctor, but I knew that it shouldn't be happening."

"Why shouldn't that be happening, Peter? Isn't that a natural reaction to being aroused?"

"It is for a man, doctor, but I am not a man. I am a sissy."

"And sissies don't get hard, Peter?"

"No, doctor. Sissies should just leak. Sissies don't need to get hard, because sissies don't fuck. Sissies are meant to suck cock and get fucked, doctor."

"And so you have been used as you are meant to be used, Peter? Is that correct?"

"Will it be enough for you, Peter, to have this kind of sexual relationship with your wife? One were she is the one fucking you, and you provide her sexual service with your mouth or with toys?"

"I don't know, doctor. I don't know if it will be enough for her. I don't know if she will want or need a real cock inside her."

"And how about you?"

"I think that I will also need real cocks inside me too, doctor."

Doctor Quesnell was surprised, as he had been expecting Peter to be purely happy to be able to feel that penetration and submission.

"Why do you think you will need a real cock inside you instead of a dildo, Peter?"

"A dildo can't cum inside me, doctor. A dildo can't feel me squeezing it tight inside me, trying to make it feel the most pleasure I can give it. A dildo isn't warm and alive, like a real man's cock would be, doctor."

"Is that it, Peter? About how it would feel, and about the sensation of feeling a cock orgasm inside you, filling you with cum?"

"I think there is also more, doctor."

"What more is there, Peter? What else makes you want a man's cock instead of your wife's strap-on?"

"It is hard to understand, doctor. I think it is just different. It is different to serve a man than a woman."

"You mean that it is different in general, or different for you?"

"Different for me, doctor. Different for a sissy."

"Can you tell me more about why you feel that way?"

"I am or was or used to be a straight man, doctor. Now I am a submissive sissy, or I think maybe that part of me always was. A sissy like me is supposed to serve and please men."

"Does it arouse you, Peter, to think of your submission being so complete that it has changed even your sexual orientation?"

"Yes, doctor," Peter moaned.

"When you were using those toys to pleasure your wife, was it arousing?"

"It felt good to be giving her, doctor. That submission and obedience pleased me, but it wasn't the same as arousal, no."

"How about seeing her in sexy lingerie or even naked? Does her body arouse you like it used to?"

"No, doctor."

"And other women? The kinds of women you used to look at on the street, or even in pornographic images or movies?"

"No, doctor. Not anymore."

"Are there other images or movies or thoughts that do arouse you, Peter?"

"Yes, doctor."

"What kinds of images are those?"

"Images and thoughts of men, doctor. Of men and cocks, and of sissies being used by them. Sissies pleasing men. Sissies sucking cocks. Sissies being fucked by men. These all arouse me, doctor, and they make me leak like a good sissy."

"Would you like to suck my cock, Peter?"

"Yes, doctor. I would, very much. Please may I suck your cock, doctor?"

"You may."

Peter's enthusiasm and skill were once again put on immediate display. All Doctor Quesnell needed to do was stand and Peter took care of the rest. Peter unzipped his pants and pulled them down enough to free the doctor's cock, semi-erect already just from the verbal teasing. In no time at all, he had the doctor's shaft throbbing and stiff, having stroked him and sucked him with need and abandon.

The doctor played Peter's confessions over in his mind, looking down at the man's glazed eyes and tight lips. Peter wanted more. Peter was made for more.

Doctor Quesnell ran his fingers through Peter's hair and made sure that his eyes were up to him.

"Peter, do you want me to fuck you?"

Peter nodded urgently, his lips still wrapped around the doctor's cock, glistening with saliva.

"Ask me."

Peter drew back, releasing the doctor's erection from his lips but still gently stroking him.

"Please doctor. Please will you fuck me? Please will you fuck this sissy slut and fill me up with cum?"

"Yes, I will fuck you, Peter."

If Peter knelt on the sofa, leaning up over the back of it, his body was positioned perfectly. The doctor had almost forgotten about the plug, but Peter took care of that, reaching back to tug it out once he was in place, moaning as he did so.

Doctor Quesnell guided his now-greedy cock up to Peter's ass. Peter reached back and tugged the back of his thong out of the way, then pulling his cheeks apart, desperate to be filled up. The sissy's twitching rosebud welcomed the doctor's cock. There was no lube, so he just spat on his own cock and started to push. It took a few thrusts but then he was inside. The tightness felt amazing and soon enough the doctor was thrusting and driving his hips forward.

Peter was a good fuck and, just as he'd suggested, he used his ass to squeeze the doctor tight, maximizing the pressure and sensation. If he hadn't been somewhat worried about the noise, he might have started to smack at Peter's tight, smooth ass, which looked so good framed by the tops of his stockings.

Doctor Quesnell had been so turned on by his time with Peter. It was as though their therapy sessions were foreplay, and this was his payoff. He was on edge, working to hold himself back as long as possible, but then it was too hard to resist, and he knew how good it would feel to let himself go.

His cock twitched and spasmed, and he felt his warm cum spurting free. It added to the lubrication, allowing him to fuck Peter even harder with those last few strokes, pumping his seed deep inside the sissy's tight little ass. The doctor groaned with pleasure and satisfaction once he was spent, then staggered back, popping out of the secure grip.

Peter didn't miss a beat and he had himself re-plugged before a single drop leaked out. The doctor's cum was a wonderful prize for him. Peter was panting and glowing. He could feel his own arousal, as well as the pride of not having gotten too hard this time. His panties were wet, he could feel it, but the cage had helped keep his body in check.

The doctor had to remind himself to let Peter get re-dressed before he guided him back to consciousness.

"I think we've done more excellent work here today, Peter," he reassured his patient, while he wondered how that addled mind was explaining away the sensations he might be feeling. "I think you should keep experimenting with your wife, continuing to rebuild that physical relationship between you two. I think we're very close to having it be beneficial for the two of you to come see me together."

Peter thanked the doctor once again and the doctor smiled, but behind his eyes, he was already wondering whether Peter or his wife would be a better fuck.

4

Doctor Quesnell found his thoughts constantly returning to Peter, their sessions together, and even the activities that might be occurring between him and his wife between then and when he'd get to see him again. He even found himself losing focus while with other patients or, even worse, he imagined having the Master's control over other patients. There was one woman in particular who, while they were delving into her unresolved issues with her father, tended to fidget with the buttons on her fitted blouse. Of course, given her almost textbook desire to seek approval from men, especially older men, she'd gotten breast implants that put those buttons under significant strain.

The doctor couldn't help imagining silencing her with a word, putting her into a trance so that he could convince her once and for all that if she could just accept herself, she wouldn't need that man's approval. Perhaps she could accept that her father might have his own issues blocking his ability to express how he cared. He envisioned her being so thankful for his insight that she finally opened up that blouse and offered up her tits. He could almost feel his throbbing cock squeezed between them when the silent vibration of his watch pulled him from his daydreams and let him know that it was time for their session to come to a close for the week.

Given his history with clients where issues of pornography or mismatched sexual expectations had come up, he had been quite surprised by Peter's wife's acceptance of the expansion and alteration of their sex life. He recalled more than one couples therapy session that threatened to descend into name-calling and accusations. He kept on wondering how Peter, unable to satisfy his wife or even understand why, could have managed to be so convincing. Perhaps this woman Tricia had a few unaddressed interests of her own, or perhaps there was another explanation altogether.

"May I ask you," Doctor Quesnell put in a new email to the Master, "if Peter is the only one in that marriage affected by your skills and mental conditioning?"

The response didn't come back until more than a day had passed, and when it did, it was short and simple.

"He is not," the Master confirmed.

No other information was provided and, given the time it had taken the Master to reply to his question, it didn't seem like it was practical to request any further information. Doctor Quesnell would just have to wait until their scheduled session and then observe. That fact only made him more eager.

When the day did arrive, Peter was nervous and Tricia was unsure. For her, the whole situation was humiliating. She was attractive and worked to keep herself fit, never wanting to have seemed to have let herself go after marriage. She loved her husband and she loved sex, but over the last year their sex life together had seemed to have withered on the vine without her really noticing its decline. Before she knew it, the man she had pledged her life to seemed unable to even get himself aroused by her.

She had tried giving him more attention and being more sensual and physical during the week. She had even dried to dress more sexy for him at home, both in clingy, alluring outfits around him during their time and home together, and by choosing to wear her sexiest and laciest lingerie in the bedroom. Nothing had worked.

It was reassuring to Tricia that Peter at least seemed as troubled by it as she did. This therapist was supposed to help, but she did not look forward to sharing the secrets of their intimate life with anyone, especially in failure. She couldn't quite look forward to the experience of having to tell this man how her husband's impotence made her doubt herself, made her feel nervous and afraid, but also that it had made her feel angry at him. She knew he wasn't doing this on purpose and that he was absolutely mortified by his own failures, but that didn't change the nagging feeling deep down inside her. Didn't she deserve a proper husband? A man?

"Welcome. Come on inside," Doctor Quesnell urged the pair of them as they stood outside his open office door.

Peter let Tricia enter first, then followed her inside.

The doctor had to work to keep himself from grinning like a Cheshire cat, holding this secret about his patient, right in front of his very attractive wife. As the couple moved past him towards the sofa, he wondered if even now Peter had arrived with panties and toys hidden under his ordinary clothing.

"Tricia, I wanted to thank you in particular for coming in today," Doctor Quesnell started, settling into his chair. "I know that these kinds of discussions aren't easy, and these topics are ones that so many of us have been taught not to talk about at all, and certainly not in front of others. This is a brave thing you're doing, and it says a lot about your commitment to your husband."

"Thank you," she replied.

"I really do appreciate it," Peter chimed in, reaching out to take hold of her hand.

"If you don't mind, Tricia, I'd like to start by asking how the recent changes in your intimate life together have affected your mood and emotions. How has this made you feel?"

"It's been hard, I guess. Peter and I have talked about this and he's reassured me over and over that whatever is happening isn't about me, or even about us. Still, a woman wants to feel pretty and attractive, you know? Desirable?"

"Of course you do. That is absolutely normal. You have emotional needs as well as physical needs," the doctor reassured her. "I understand that while Peter has been experiencing this physical limitation, he has been working to meet those needs in other ways?"

"Yes," Tricia answered, blushing. "He has, uhm, well, used his mouth and fingers instead. Lately toys too. I'm sorry, do we really need to talk about that?"

"We don't have to talk about anything that makes you uncomfortable," Doctor Quesnell replied. "I am not so much interested in the specific details as much as the idea that your husband had been accepting that you have these needs and desires -- ones that he can't satisfy in ways that he's used to -- and that he's attempting to find other routes."

"He is."

"It doesn't really change how you feel does it?"

"Not completely, no," she confessed.

Peter, sitting beside her, noticing she'd let go of his hand, just looked at her face as she spoke. The doctor was giving her permission to be honest.

"Does it ever make you feel angry? That you have to change your sex life to accommodate his issue? That you don't get to feel what you used to?"

"I do," Tricia answered, staring straight forwards.

"I'm sorry, honey," Peter interjected.

"Peter, it's okay for your wife to feel these things and to express them," the doctor interjected, not wanting his input to derail her honesty. "Tricia, I want you to let yourself feel this anger. Think about it for a moment. You can close your eyes if that helps."

"Okay," she answered, letting her eyes close slowly.

"Do you feel angry that Peter can't get hard for you anymore?"

"Yes, I do."

"Do you feel angry that your sex life has had to change, because of this?"

"I do."

"Does it make you feel angry that you're not getting pleasures or experiences that you want? That you're used to? Ones that you think you deserve?"

"Yes, it does."

"How does that anger affect you? Does it affect how you feel about Peter in general?"

"I guess so. I mean, yes. I think it does."

"Do you ever act on this anger?"

"No, I don't think I do. I try not to. I know it's not his fault."

"Tricia, do you really believe that?" the doctor asked in a softer, quieter voice. "It's okay to be honest."

"I don't know. It's hard to really accept it. It's not like our sex life was perfect before this."

"Peter," the doctor said, turning to him, "Were you also aware of issues with your sex life that predated your current physical limitations?"

"I... I don't know. I don't really think so," Peter stammered.

"You don't think so?" Tricia replied with fervour. "We'd been having sex less and less for a long time. There's more TV, more sports, more time online, but less time with me. Less time with us together alone, actually paying attention to each other. Less time touching me."

Frustration and anger was visible to everyone in the room now.

"I would like to ask you a difficult question, Tricia. It's not really hard to answer on its own, but it can be hard to say out loud. When you feel this anger at the lack of attention and lack of desire from your husband, have you imagined finding it elsewhere?"

The silence was noticeable as Tricia paused.

"Yes," she confessed. "I've imagined it. Nothing has happened, of course, but I've thought about it."

"About another man giving you what you need."

"Yes."

"Again, I want to reassure you that this is perfectly normal in these circumstances. It doesn't mean that you don't love Peter or even that you blame him in any conscious way. These are just our feelings, and feelings can be intense when it comes to these core needs we have. Has Peter talked to you at all about the tools we've implemented to help him talk about the more powerful things he's feeling?"

"A bit. Not much," Tricia answered, pleased that there had been at least a temporary change of the subject.

"We have utilized some relaxation and meditation techniques. It can help people address what they are feeling white freed from the immediate emotional reaction. It can help you be free from distractions of guilt or shame or fear of judgement, allowing us to be more frank, and to get to the core of things. Peter, do you agree?"

"Yes, I think it's been helpful. I mean, I don't always remember everything that we've talked about in detail, but I always end up feeling much better afterwards. More relaxed," Peter offered.

"I wouldn't ordinarily suggest it so soon in a couple's setting, but I know that my work is primarily with Peter, and I don't expect you to come to these sessions yourself. While you're here, though, it might be good to make the most of it."

"Okay, I guess. I mean, if you think it's worth it."

"I do," Doctor Quesnell assured her.

Peter was moved to a reclining easychair so that Tricia could stretch out on the sofa. Once they were both comfortable, Doctor Quesnell guided them both into relaxation, calm, hypnotic sleep. He noticed that she sank into this state just as completely, quickly and easily as Peter had from the start. The two of them were both either natural candidates, or had been brought to this place of readiness with patience and skilled conditioning.

The doctor had more questions for Tricia, but he had some curiosity that needed satisfaction first.

"Peter," he asked, "What are you wearing under your clothes today?"

"I am wearing red lace thong panties, Doctor, I have a small steel chastity cage locked on, and I have a stainless steel plug with a pink jewelled base in my ass," he answered.

Tricia, still in a blank trance, didn't react, but the doctor knew that some part of her heard it.

"Peter, I'd like you to strip down to those items and stand over there in the corner of the room, facing the wall," the doctor instructed with a smile.

The dutiful patient started to comply without any apparent care or concern that his wife was in the same room. This was the wife he claimed to be attracted to and wishing he could make love to, and the wife who he bemoaned not being able to satisfy sexually while locking his impotent cock in a steel cage. Peter was a very effective cocksucker, so Doctor Quesnell wondered if he was anywhere near as good at going down on his wife. He doubted, based on what he'd learned so far, that Peter had the same mental incentive.

The doctor turned his attention back to Tricia.

"How do you feel, Tricia?" he asked.

"I feel good and calm and relax, Doctor," she replied.

"Wonderful. Do you remember what we were talking about before?"

"Yes. We were talking about my anger."

"That's right. Your anger at your husband, because of his inability to please you physically as you would like. Also, I think, we had started to explore if that anger had led you to imagine fulfilling your needs elsewhere."

"Yes, doctor."

"Before we continue with that, I'd like to talk to you a bit about how you and Peter have been attempting to work around his problem. I understood that the two of you purchased and tried out some toys. Can you tell me about that?"

"Peter suggested sex toys as a way for us to still be intimate while he was impotent. When we went to the store we found a number of toys to try out."

"Is that the kind of place you would normally go, Tricia? Is that the kind of thing you like?"

"No, not normally. I usually think sex should just be between a man and a woman, without perverted gadgets or slutty clothes and things."

"You said you usually think that. Were you thinking in a different way when you went to the store?"

"I was."

"How was your thinking different?"

"I found myself more open to the idea of using toys. I found myself more excited by it. With every toy or device I saw, I found myself imagining how it would feel. How it would touch me and even arouse me."

"Did you find yourself even getting a bit aroused in the store?"

"I did."

"That must have felt unusual for you."

"It was very unusual. It was strange to feel so aroused out in public like that."

"You didn't end up just buying toys that were focused on how you would feel, did you?"

"No, I guess not. Not if you mean the strap-on dildo."

"That is what I was referring to, yes," the doctor said with a smile. "How did the idea of a toy like that make you feel? Did you also imagine the sensations it would give you?"

"I did. Not only did the shopgirl tell me it would feel good pressing against my body, but I... I found myself liking the idea of being the one in change. Being the one fucking Peter."

"It must have been an interesting thought, to take over the role of being the one to fuck, now that your husband seemed incapable. Was it only about pleasure, or was there something else mixed in to how you were feeling as well?"

"There was more, doctor. There was anger."

"You were angry that he couldn't fuck you like you wanted him to. Like you needed him to. Did you want to fuck him as a kind of punishment?"

"I did."

"Did it work, Tricia?"

"It did, doctor."

"It felt good to fuck your husband with the strap on?"

"Yes, it felt good. It felt good to feel that big dildo between my legs. It felt good to have the power. It felt good to bend him over and fuck him. It felt good to fuck him like he was my bitch."

Doctor Quesnell found himself surprised and impressed by the emotion that was bubbling up inside her.

"That is a strong word to use, Tricia. Do you think that being unable to pleasure you physically makes your husband less of a man?"

"Of course it does. Isn't that the base of what a man is? To be masculine? To be able to be a man for a woman?"

"And now your husband is less than a man?"

"Yes, he is, doctor."

"He is, as you said, a bitch? A sissy perhaps?"

"Yes, just a sissy bitch, and now I have to fuck him instead."

"That emotion must have made you fuck him quite hard, quite thoroughly."

"I did. I fucked him hard. I fucked him deep. I made him feel the dildo all the way inside him."

"You liked that feeling, didn't you?"

"I liked it. I could feel the pressure against my pussy, and it felt a bit like revenge."

"It felt good to pay him back, for what he's been denying you?"

"Yes doctor."

"If he couldn't be a man for you and have a stiff cock to fuck you with, then you would take that place, and fuck him?"

"Yes, doctor. I got to fuck him instead."

"Making him less than a man."

"Yes doctor, it makes him less of a man."

Doctor Quesnell glanced over at Peter. He was right there, just a few feet from her, and yet Tricia hadn't once looked over at him. If she did, she could see that he was looking like even less of a man that she had imagined.

"Were the toys and the experience of using a strap-on dildo on your husband enough, Tricia?"

"What do you mean by 'enough,' doctor?"

"I mean, did it satisfy you in the way that you deserved to and wanted to be satisfied? Was it just as good as sex?"

"No, it wasn't as good as sex," Tricia replied, her calm, entranced facial expression almost showing a touch of sadness.

"That is completely normal to feel. The pressure of a vibrator or the base of a strap-on dildo against you doesn't feel the same as a hard cock inside you, does it?"

"No, it doesn't feel even close to the same," she answered, once again starting to express some emotion.

"Have you had thoughts about other men, Tricia? Other men and other cocks that could fulfill your needs while your husband is unable to?"

"I have, yes doctor."

"Good for you. It's important for you to understand and accept your needs. Thinking about ways to satisfy them is completely normal. What kinds of men do you think about? Do you think about men that appeal to you physically, or are there other criteria you use? Do you think about celebrities, or do you think about men you know?"

"I think about both, doctor. There are of course handsome actors that I think about, but when I actually imagine having sex with someone else, it is with men that I know."

"Are these men that your husband knows too, Tricia?"

"Yes, they are. I think that comes into it too, doctor."

"How so?"

"Do you remember before when you asked me if I was angry, doctor?"

"I do. Does this anger come into your mind when you think about men to have sex with?"

"It does, doctor. I think it would feel good, it would feel satisfying, to have sex with men that he knows. Men that know him. Men that know I'm married to him and know what having sex with them would mean."

"They would know that you're cheating on your husband. They would know that you are cuckolding him."

"Yes. They might even know why."

"You would tell them, these men that you imagine having sex with, that the reason you are with them is because your husband is impotent?"

"Yes, I imagine how that would feel. I think it would make me feel good, to express that anger. To humiliate him more publicly as less than a man."

"How would these men know your husband? Do you have specific men in mind?"

"My husband's boss. He is handsome and successful, and I think it would be so naughty to fuck his boss and have him know forever that he had fucked me because I needed it, because Peter couldn't get it up."

"And what about your husband's therapist?"

"Yes, I thought about fucking you, doctor. It frustrated me to think about him talking to you about all this, having him probably tell you what we had done together in the privacy of our bedroom. It was embarrassing to think that you knew about him using the vibrators on me, and about the other toys. I wanted to pay him back for that embarrassment."

"Of course, I already know that he is incapable of pleasing you in that way."

"Yes, doctor."

"Would you want your husband to know, Tricia?"

"Yes, I think I would want him to know. I would want him to know that every time he spoke to you, you had been with me. I would want him to realize that every time he came to your office that his condition had driven me into your bed."

"I understand. And would you want him to watch, Tricia? Would it sate your anger and desire for revenge if he watched me fuck you?"

"I like that idea, doctor. Yes. Yes, I would want him to watch us."

"And since all of this has made him less than a man, do you think he should be humiliated even more? Would you want him to have to wear women's panties or have a toy in his ass while he watched us??

"Oh god, yes. Yes doctor. I want all of that."

"Is this more than a fantasy, Tricia? Is this something you imagine, or something that you would like to have happen for real?"

"I want it to happen for real, doctor. It's been so long since I've felt a man inside me. I want to be fucked, and I want my impotent husband to have to watch. I want it for real."

"Show me that you want it, Tricia. Show me by standing up and stripping down to just your lingerie."

Tricia stood without hesitation and began removing her clothing. Doctor Quesnell could feel himself getting hard just watching her remove her jacket, unbuttoning her blouse, and loosening her skirt so she could wriggle out of it and let it fall to the floor. To his surprise, her chosen lingerie ensemble was exquisite. She wore four-inch heels, silk stockings with garters, lace panties and a stunning demi-cup lace bra. Her nipples, visible stiff, were peeking over the ruffled trip of the bra cups.

"Do you normally wear such pretty lingerie, Tricia?" he asked.

"No doctor, not every day."

"Why did you choose to do so today?"

"I was imagining having sex with you, doctor. I wanted to look special for you."

"You look very special, Tricia. Very special indeed."

"Thank you, doctor," she answered, blushing.

"Peter, I want you to turn around now. I want you to stay on your knees, but I want you to face us now."

He dutifully shuffled around on his knees until he was looking up at his wife on display.

"You have been listening, haven't you Peter? Do you know what is about to happen?"

"Yes, doctor," he replied. "You are going to have sex with my wife."

"That is right. And like a good little sissy who is less than a man, as she said, you are going to watch. Is that understood?"

"Yes, doctor."

Doctor Quesnell felt done with words. He stood and walked over to Tricia, cupped her ass with his right hand and pulled her body towards his. He kissed her firmly, feeling her lips part to welcome his tongue. Even in heels, she was shorter than he was, so her head tilted back to accept the kiss. She moaned softly against his lips. He felt her nipples hard against his chest.

He began to wish that he had something more than a sofa in the office, but he decided that the moment didn't really call for a bed. Instead, as the kiss continued, he manhandled her towards his desk. Once she was close, he broke the kiss and turned her around to face it. Her hands found the edge of the desktop and he used his feet to hint to her that she should spread her legs.

He loosened his belt, pushed his pants to the floor and freed his hungry, throbbing cock. Behind him, he could feel Peter watching attentively and impotently. Tricia's panties looked expensive, but the fine lace fabric was also easy to tear so he simply ripped them from her. She gasped in delightful surprise.

Doctor Quesnell plunged his cock into her from behind with one hand on her hip for leverage and the other reaching around to manhandle her breast. She was wet and welcoming, pushing back against his forward motion. She moaned as he drove harder and faster. It would have been easy to just piston into her madly and cum with abandon, but he did also want to put on a show for their audience of one.

"Beg me for it," he grunted into her ear in a rough whisper.

"Please," she moaned back, "please fuck me. Please fuck me so hard and deep. Please, I haven't had a real cock inside me in so long."

After a while, Tricia's arms weakened and she bent forward even more, her body pressed against the top of the doctor's desk. His files were pushed aside, including the one with his notes about the two of them. She was so wet and so tight, as if her denial had made her hungry pussy contract over time. The way she squeezed him tight as he rocked her forward was divine and so the time came when the doctor no longer felt like denying himself. He let his body release, cumming hard and releasing his seed inside her. He kept thrusting until he was spent and the last spasm of his shaft made his whole body shudder. Feeling the crest of emotions, Tricia too started to spasm, and she came hard and wet, gripping his cock even tighter.

As he came down from the high, he felt a touch guilty about ruining her expensive panties, especially now that she was dripping with his cum. A solution came to him quickly enough, however.

He turned Tricia around and lifted her up, so that she was perched on the edge of his desk.

"Peter, come here please," the doctor commanded.

Peter knew enough to approach on all fours. Once was close, he knelt upright again.

"Peter, your wife's pussy is full of fresh cum. She lost her panties, and she doesn't want the cum to leak out of her and make a mess. Would you like to lick the cum out of her?"

"Yes, doctor."

"And do you want that too, Tricia?"

"Yes, doctor," she moaned.

"Go ahead. Do a good job."

Peter rose up and extended his tongue, sliding it inside his wife's wet, used pussy, scooping up and swallowing down every glob of the doctor's spent load. She continued to moan as he did so, feeling his rough, attentive tongue against her sensitised body.

Watching the show, Doctor Quesnell redressed. It was a wonderful thing to watch, though it tended toward getting him riled up again. He could let them go for hours, but he had to constrain himself to some reality, even just for the benefit of his office staff beyond the soundproof door.

"Peter, Tricia, it is time for you both to get redressed. Once you are covered up, you will sit back down on the sofa beside each other."

Like a pair of obedient robots, they found their clothing and covered up their secrets once more. Tricia's panties were gone of course, now just torn lace tucked into the doctor's pocket as a memento.

"It is time for the two of you to slowly awaken. Once I stop speaking you will rise up out of your calm sleep and you will remember only that you shared your secrets with me, and that it felt good to do so."

It was still an almost unbelievable wonder to see their eyes open, blinking away the trance, having filed away all that had happened in some inaccessible dark corner of their minds. Doctor Quesnell wondered if they even noticed the smell of sex in the room, if Tricia could feel that her pussy was bare, or if Peter noticed the taste of cum and his wife's pussy swirling together in his mouth.

"Our time is up for now," the doctor announced, "but once again I think we've made some really good progress. I want to thank you again, Tricia, for coming along and giving your input and perspective. It was invaluable for Peter I think, and for me as well, to better understand how all of this has been affecting you. Peter, I'd like to see you again next week for our regular session."

"Of course, doctor. It's in my calendar," he replied.

"Tricia, how do you feel?" the doctor asked. "Do you think it would be helpful for you to come visit again?"

"Oh yes," she answered, blushing a bit as she did, as even she noticed how immediate her response had been.

"Well then, you can set up an appointment of your own. I think we can also do some very good work together."

He stood and there were polite smiles and nods, and then he ushered them to the door and back to their lives of secrets and hidden desires. He almost laughed out loud as he shut it behind them. They were incredible puppets, but he could already feel how amazing it was going to feel to have them repeat their roles without the benefit of their trance. The question he pondered now was which one of them would be ready for that truth first.

5

Doctor Quesnell could feel it becoming something like a game. Thanks to the mysterious Master as a kind of benefactor, both Peter and his lovely wife could be played with like puppets while they were in his office and under their hypnotic spell. The possibilities that opened up to his increasingly depraved imagination were wonderful, as were the anticipation sensations that went along with them, but there was something even more rewarding and wicked about using that power to plant little seeds that could grow into more open depravity.

Completing Peter's emasculation seemed so promising to the doctor. An imagined path opened up in his imagination, but he realized that he would have to be patient. Getting either of their conscious minds to accept some rather significant changes wouldn't be simple, especially since he didn't have the experience of the Master who had set all of this in motion. Thankfully, when each session could also include his sexual satisfaction, there was no need to rush.

The doctor arranged to see both of his new patients every week -- separately for now.

When Tricia arrived for her session, she was picking at her clothing and her eyes darted repeatedly over to the mirror in the lobby. Even though she'd been there before, it was different on her own. For weeks, she hadn't quite felt like herself. Her nights had been filled with dreams, and dreams of a much more erotic and sensual nature than she'd ever had before. She blamed it on Peter, or at least on Peter's current situation. She reminded herself for perhaps the thousandth time that it wasn't his fault. That didn't change the fact that it felt like she hadn't been properly laid in months.

It was no wonder, she justified to herself, that she had begun to dream of sexual encounters with men, and men other than her husband. She noticed the men around her more and had even caught herself staring at them. More than one of the men in her gym had noticed and smiled back, causing her to get flustered, blush and nearly run away. It was all kinds of men too. Older men, younger men, fit and handsome men, awkward and nervous-looking men -- all of them managed to work their way into her thoughts and now her dreams.

Even Peter's therapist was among their number. Tricia just felt that there was something about him. He was handsome enough and, as much as she could tell through his businesslike attire, he seemed fit enough, but that wasn't it. He seemed... knowing. When she closed her eyes, the idea of his hands on her seemed like more than a fantasy. The sensations were so real in her imagination that they were almost like a memory.

Doctor Quesnell welcomed her into his office and directed her towards the sofa. He sat across from her, perched in his chair, observing and holding his notebook.

"How are you feeling this week, Tricia?" the doctor asked.

"Oh, I'm doing alright," she answered, feeling more affected by the sound of her name on his lips than she felt she should be.

"I want to know how you are feeling, not doing, Tricia."

"I'm sorry. I guess I'm feeling okay. I feel different than I'm used to feeling, to be honest."

"How so?"

"I feel like I'm more, well, aroused. Horny, frankly."

"Is that because things haven't changed at home?"

"Yes, things are the same. Still no joy in terms of his abilities."

"How about your other activities? Have the two of you still been experimenting with toys?"

"We are. The toys and the vibrators feel good, but it's not the same."

"I am sure that it isn't. I'm pleased that he is attempting to meet your needs and desires during this time, but I can also understand if that isn't enough."

"I didn't say that it isn't enough, just that it isn't the same."

"Is it enough, Tricia? Or do you find yourself continually wanting more? Wanting what you used to have?"

"Well, I admitted that I was feeling horny, so I guess that I do."

"Have you talked to Peter about these feelings?"

"No, not the feeling of being horny."

"How about your other thoughts?"

"What do you mean?" Tricia answered quickly.

"I could be wrong, but if you've been feeling hornier than usual and if you've been feeling that your current sex life isn't satisfying for you, it wouldn't be at all unusual for you to begin fantasizing about situations where you were intimate with other men."

"I couldn't tell him that!"

"Why not?" the doctor probed.

"I just can't imagine me sitting down with him and telling him that I'm really sorry he can't get hard anymore but him not being able to have sex with me has gotten me thinking of being with other men."

"What do you think he would say to that?"

"I don't know. I would imagine that he would be humiliated and he'd feel emasculated. He'd probably also think that I was asking if I could cheat on him."

"Would it be cheating if he said he was okay with it?"

"What do you mean?"

"There are lots of couples who have open marriages, or who practice ethical non-monogamy. There are even some men who derive sexual pleasure from the idea of their wife being with another man."

"And you think that Peter might be like that?"

"I don't know. All I am suggesting is that you shouldn't eliminate possibilities before you discuss them honestly. After all, before this happened, could you have imagined that your husband would enjoy having you use a strap-on dildo on him?"

"I wouldn't have, no, for sure."

"How do you feel about the idea? I mean, beyond just the fantasy or the idea of getting the kind of physical sensations you've been missing. When we were last here together, you explored your emotions, and you let me know that this situation has left you experiencing some anger. You spoke of your use of the strap-on and taking control in that encounter as a way of expressing some of those emotions."

"I did? I guess I was more honest than I planned to be," Tricia said, smiling nervously.

"That is certainly one of the benefits of hypnotherapy," Doctor Quesnell smiled in response.

"Well, then I guess I can admit that I imagined that it could be maybe hot to express some of that anger through the choice of a man I could be with."

"Why don't you give me some examples, Tricia."

"You mean specific men?"

"Obviously names won't mean as much to me as you explaining their relationship to you, or to Peter."

Tricia leaned back. She was really going to talk about this.

"I've fantasized about sleeping with his friends. I've fantasized about sleeping with his boss. I've fantasized about sleeping with his favourite baseball players."

"That's a good list. As I've said, I won't ask you for names, but you have them, don't you?"

"I do."

"I'd like you to be honest with me, Tricia. Has your exploration of these ideas been entirely fantasy, or have you done anything beyond imagining these scenarios?"

"Well, how do you define 'anything'?"

Doctor Quesnell smiled.

"Have you looked at these men's social media pages? Have you emailed them or texted them when you might not have ordinarily otherwise? Have you changed the way you dress? Have you altered the places you go, wondering if you might see one of them? Things like that."

"I guess then yes. I have done some of those things," Tricia confessed, blushing.

"Which of those is the most powerful for you, of the ones you've done?"

"I guess that changing the way I dress is," she said softly.

"Really? Can you tell me why that is?"

"It feels like the most physical. As though I actually want them to see me in the things I choose for them."

"What did you choose, Tricia?"

"I chose my sexiest lingerie. Stockings and garters that I feel sexy in, but that I also know that Peter loved. My favourite bra and panty set, the ones that I just love the way I look in."

"They just feel good to wear, don't they? As though you are reclaiming the truth that men desire you."

"Yes, I think that's it exactly. I love the way I look and feel, but I also know that a real man would get aroused by even just seeing me in these things."

"These things, Tricia? Not 'those things'?"

Tricia found it impossible to look up and meet the doctor's gaze.

"Yes."

"Are you wearing those items you described now, Tricia?"

"I am, doctor."

"Does that indicate that you've imagined adding me to that list of yours, Tricia?"

"I guess I have. It it too perverted to imagine fucking your husband's therapist?"

"I don't make those kinds of judgements, especially not about thoughts and fantasies. I will say that it is natural, in this situation, that I might be included on the list you've made. After all, I'm someone who now knows both of you, and I would conceivably be continuing to interact with your husband after this occurred, whether or not he was aware."

"Thank you, doctor."

"Of course. I am here to help you and support you."

Doctor Quesnell wanted her powerfully, right then and there, but he forced himself to avoid that path. Her lust and hunger were important to her development, as well as how they might help her to share these feelings with Peter. He wanted so much to use her mind, but he determined that at this moment, her own body might be just as effective a tool to use.

Of course, being with her and near her, especially with her wearing lingerie he would have loved to see, gave the doctor's body a fair amount of inspiration as well, but that pent up lust could wait. After all, he was due to see Peter the next day.

The doctor reassured her that her desires were natural, her hunger was normal, and that her imagination was harmless. Her imagined fantasies were merely a guide, letting her know where her heart was leading. Before their time was up, he extracted a commitment from her that she would at least attempt to be open with her husband and share with him at least some of her imagined outlets for the tension and arousal that was not currently being satisfied.

He also, in a quiet moment just before she left, assured her that he was quite sure that the hidden lingerie she had chosen was stunning, and that any man she chose would be very fortunate to see her in it. She was speechless and blushing as she departed, just as the doctor had hoped.

When the next day came and Peter arrived for his session, Doctor Quesnell had built up a hunger. Introductions and small talk were barely completed when he guided Peter to sit back and relax so they could begin with his meditation. It took only a couple minutes before Peter was in the proper state, breathing slowly and deeply with his eyes open and glazed over.

"Show me what you're wearing underneath, Peter," the doctor instructed. "Show me the secrets you're hiding."

Peter rose and stripped away the outer clothes that hid the truth of what he was. Even in his trance, there was a slight nervousness in the way he held himself, as if he could still feel that it was elementally emasculating to be standing in this office dressed in nothing but sheer white thigh-high stockings, lace thong panties and a silk camisole with spaghetti straps. The device locked onto his cock reduced his so-called manhood to a tiny nub of flesh encased in pink plastic. Peter's ass was filled and stretched with yet another heavy steel butt plug, with the jewelled base visible between his ass cheeks, especially when the doctor had Peter bend over and show it off for him.

"How have things been with your wife, Peter," the doctor asked him as he stood in the centre of the room, on display.

"They have been alright, doctor," Peter replied.

"Have the two of you continued your use of the toys you purchased?"

"Yes, we have. I think that her feelings about them are changing though."

"Why do you say that?"

"It seems like she is becoming more aggressive with them."

"If it is her becoming more aggressive, does that mean you're referring to the strap-on dildo?"

"Yes, doctor."

"Describe what you mean when you say she is more aggressive."

"She is fucking me harder. She is fucking me deeper. It feels like there is more emotion behind it."

"Does it feel like she is enjoying it more? Getting into it more? Is there a reason you use the word 'aggressive' rather than 'passionate'?"

"It is hard to describe, I suppose. She's never been like this before. It is also harder to judge, because I can't see her face when she is..."

"When she is fucking you from behind?"

"Yes, doctor. I can't see her face, but I can hear her, and I can feel her thrusts."

"How does this feel for you?"

"It can hurt a bit sometimes, and it can ache more afterwards, but it still feels good."

"Do you like these feelings? Do you like her using you this way?"

"I do, doctor," Peter confessed, his cheeks pinking up.

"Given that you don't wear your chastity device when you're with her in these moments, how is your body reacting?"

"It makes me hard when she fucks me, doctor."

"That's good, isn't it? That was the issue that brought you to me, after all. You weren't able to achieve an erection at all. Now, you have found a way to achieve one, and it is with your wife."

"It was, doctor. I guess I didn't expect that this would be the way they came back."

"What does your wife think about your ability to get hard this way, Peter?"

"I haven't told her, doctor."

"I see. Why not?"

"I suppose it is just that I am embarrassed, doctor. It doesn't feel very manly that the only way I can get hard is to be fucked like that, doctor."

"And it is the only way, Peter?"

"It is. I've tried masturbating, but that still doesn't work."

"I want you to do something for me this week, Peter. This will be the first of your homework assignments. I want you to spend some time, when your wife isn't home, and I want you to try masturbating again, but this time I want you to be dressed in your pretty sissy lingerie, and I want you to do so while there is one of those dildos in your ass. Play with yourself while you tease and use yourself with the toy cock. See if that helps you get hard. Do you understand, Peter?"

"Yes, doctor."

"Excellent. Now, you mentioned that you haven't told your wife about these erections you experience when she is fucking you. Has she not noticed on her own?"

"I don't think so, doctor. She hasn't mentioned it at all. Plus she only ever, uhm, takes me from behind, with me on all fours or bent over something, so she wouldn't really see."

"I understand. And do these erections pass so quickly afterwards?"

"Yes, doctor."

"Even without achieving orgasm?"

"Yes, doctor."

"It must be some time since you've had an orgasm."

"Yes, doctor."

"Do you remember how long?"

"No doctor. My Master taught me that my own orgasms aren't important, and that I shouldn't think about them."

"Interesting. Do you feel an ache to orgasm? Are your testicles feeling sensitive and even swollen?"

"Yes, doctor. Sometimes."

"Interesting. We will have to return to that topic later. I want to stick with your wife for a moment longer. If you had to describe in one word how she's feeling when she's fucking you with her strap-on dildo, what would you say that was?"

"Angry, I think, doctor."

"That is interesting. Why do you think she was angry?"

"I guess it's not that hard to understand. There are a lot of changes because of me and my impotence."

"Changes in your sex life?"

"Yes, doctor."

"But you are both now doing intimate things together. You are helping her achieve orgasm with the toys."

"Yes, but I guess it isn't the same."

"Do you think that your wife misses penetrative sex, Peter?"

"I don't know. It wouldn't surprise me."

"What if she did?"

"What do you mean, doctor?"

"If your wife misses penetrative sex, and if the denial of that traditional sexual activity is, in fact, making her angry or resentful or unhappy, what would you be prepared to do about it?"

"I don't know what I could do. I still can't get hard. Sissies aren't supposed to get hard."

"If that is true, and if sissies like you aren't supposed to get erections, and if you're not supposed to be able to have sex with your wife while you wife at the same time needs and wants to have sex, are there other options to consider?"

"Do you mean, other than toys?"

"What do you think?"

"I think that maybe you mean other men, doctor."

"How does that idea make you feel?"

"It would be very embarrassing, doctor, to know that my wife was having sex with other men just because I'm not able to satisfy her."

"Peter, when you've been becoming a sissy for your Master, as you've discussed, do you often feel embarrassed or humiliated?"

"I do, doctor."

"Has your Master talked to you at all about feelings like that?"

"Yes, doctor. My Master teaches me that my humiliation can arouse me. My Master says that humiliation and emasculation are good for sissies like me. They teach me that I am less than a man."

"It sounds as though you might even enjoy it, if your wife needs to take another lover."

"I feel like I might, doctor," Peter answered, squirming.

"Then that will be your second piece of homework. This week you will also discuss with your wife if her needs are being met. If the topic of her requiring or desiring sexual activity with another man comes up, you will be sure to let her know that you are in complete support of it."

"Yes, doctor."

"Now, Peter, what else does your Master tell you is good for obedient sissy sluts like yourself?"

"Sissies are made to please men and suck cocks, doctor."

"Then I think you should get to work with that, Peter," Doctor Quesnell smiled.

Without hesitation, Peter lowered himself to the floor and crawled on all fours to the space between the doctor's spread thighs. With practiced skill he opened the doctor's pants and drew his eager, horny cock out into the air.

Looking down at him, the doctor was again amazed how his enthusiasm never waned. Peter was always eager to obey, eager to serve, and eager to demonstrate his skills at this particular task.

"Oh yes, this is what you are meant to be doing," the doctor moaned as his shaft was enveloped by Peter's warm wet mouth.

Peter reacted by adding moans of agreement to his stroking and sucking.

The doctor, having been thinking about his use of Peter's mouth for days now, and even more intensely since Tricia's session the day before, was not physically able to last as long as he might have wanted to, but his orgasm across the sissy's tongue felt incredible. He grunted and groaned, feeling the dutiful plaything continue to stroke him, milking out every drop of cum. Once the doctor stopped spurting, Peter thoughtfully sucked and licked his cock and balls clean before kneeling back on his heels.

"Do you wear these things under your clothes at home, Peter?" the doctor mused in the afterglow, having given Peter the direction to re-dress.

"Sometimes, doctor. My Master sometimes likes to tease me that way, so that I feel the sissification and how much he chooses these things."

"Is the waking version of you becoming more aware of what you're doing for your Master?"

"Yes, doctor. I'm always aware of the time I spend online. More and more, I feel like I'm conscious of the talks we have, of the toys I play with, and of the things I do to obey him."

"Does that awareness change things for you? Does it make you want to do them less? Do you regret them?"

"Awake or in trance, doctor, I know how good these things feel. I know that I want to do them, even when they are complicated. It's... more confusing when I'm not mentally in this place, but I am still what I am."

"And what is that, Peter?"

"I am a submissive, kinky, sissy slut, doctor."

"Yes, you certainly are. I'm glad your Master is using these tools to help your mind accept it. I am also looking forward to these new steps you're taking, so that even when fully awake, you know and accept what you are, and how you are meant to serve and please others."

"Thank you, doctor."

With the both of them fully dressed once more, Doctor Quesnell guided Peter out of his trance. As he usually did, Peter looked a touch confused and disoriented, but pleased and calm. Providing sissy service to a man calmed his nerves and needs, just like cumming did for an ordinary man.

There was just a bit of closing small talk, as the doctor led Peter back toward the exit.

"Oh, one more thing, Peter," Doctor Quesnell interjected, just before he opened the heavy wooden door.

"What is that?"

"Next week, I'd like us to talk about why you wear lingerie under your clothes when you come to see me."

Peter blushed instantly, searching his mind for how the doctor could have known. The surprise, shock and humiliation on his face delighted the doctor. He knew that both sessions next week were going to provide them with a lot to talk about.