Alternative Therapy

I knew that my failure with women would continue through my life and Kathy (my therapist) knew it too, though it was some time before she told me. She kept getting me to go over the same stuff time and again.”Alex, I want you to go back to the time when you first started going to prostitutes. Tell me about the first time.”I sat back in my chair and folded my arms.”Unfold your arms Alex”, said Kathy, “don’t be defensive with me.”I unfolded my arms and looked at her plump round breasts, the nipples protruding slightly through her thin lambswool sweater.   “Don’t look at my breasts Alex, concentrate on what you have to say.” She said, adjusting herself in a way that made the nipples protrude even more.   “I wasn’t much good”, I said. “I didn’t get much of an erection. It was humiliating really. I think the girl thought I was pretty hopeless.”   “Did you have an orgasm?” Asked Kathy.   “I did, but hardly felt it. It wasn’t her fault, she had a nice body and pleasant Ankara escort bayan enough face.”   “What did you do after?”   “I went home and masturbated”   “How was it?” She asked, bending forward and taking off her glasses.   “It was good”, I said.   “Did you think about the girl while you were masturbating?”   “Yes I did. It gave me quite a thrill to think about it. I wanted to go back to her and do it properly.”   “And did you?”   “Yes I went back to her. But it was the same and I went home and jerked off again.”   I went back over the same old tales. My dick was basically ineffective with women. I had visited dozens of whores over the years and it was the same every time.   But I was getting fed up with the sessions with Kathy. She was very sexy and I liked looking at her but the therapy was going nowhere. I was going to cancel our next meeting.   “You’re a failure with women Alex”, she told me at the end of the Escort Balgat session. “I usually try to get men out of negative mind traps but you really are a loser.”   “Thanks” I said ironically, it was really worth shelling out the dough to hear it.   “But I know what your problem is you fucking wimp. Stand up and drop your jeans, I want to see the size of your penis”.   The last order she said with such angry venom I was stunned. I had been seeing her for a year and never heard her anything other than nice and polite.   “I’m sorry” I said, “Did you say ..”   “Get your jeans down and show me that pathetic little cock!” She stood over me and bellowed the last three words.   I stood in front of her. She was somewhat taller. I felt like a little boy. I dropped my jeans and eased down my y fronts. She glanced down.   “Pitiful.” she said, “No wonder you’re such a failure. Oh look, you’ve got an erection, though you would hardly Batıkent escort know.”   I did have an erection and my cock was extended to its full 4 inch length. I felt a strange joy in my humilation.   “You’re a slimy pathetic waster you arsehole” she screamed at me. “You’ve been wasting my time and all along you’ve got a 5 year old boy’s prick! What the fuck do you expect to do with that!”   I was terrified by Kathy and at the same time my little cock throbbed like never before.   Kathy slapped me on the face strongly and yelled “Who gave you permission to have a hard on you sad jerk off!” The slap was painful but my cheek glowed and my erection grew stronger. It was so good to be in her power!   She looked at my cock with what I thought was pure derision.   “You had better tell me quickly what you want to do with that little dick you pervert. Come on, out with it!”   But I couldn’t speak.   “Well come on you pipsqueek! If you want to fuck me then just say so. Say it you asshole! Say you want to fuck me, say it!”   “I want to fuck you”, I said rather feebly.   “Fuck me? Ha ha! With that little thing, you must be joking!” Then she ordered me to get on the floor which I did so that my tiny dick was sticking up in the air. I looked up at her.