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Michelle arrived back to her apartment that evening, and she joyfully opened a bottle of wine. She had checked the business account for her practice before leaving work, and Alan Delaney’s payment for one year of thrice weekly, double appointments at the ‘enhanced’ hourly rate had already been received. Michelle had let out a genuine gasp when she saw the number.
The way things were going, Michelle wouldn’t even need to see another patient this year and it would still be her most profitable yet. Her bastard of an ex-business partner thought that he had ruined her when he left. Now, she could afford to buy his rival practice if she wanted to.
Michelle relaxed back on her couch, drank her wine, and kicked off her old, smelly leather heels. She let out a satisfied sigh as she felt the air on her toes, and laughed at the stink which immediately emanated from the shoes. She thought about throwing her shoes into a closet and lighting a candle, but she decided against it; the stinky, cheesy smell reminded her of her achievement, and so she relished it.
Michelle had successfully made Alan cum in his pants within the first 10 minutes of his appointment today, and she had gaslit him into blaming himself. In his despair, he had agreed to commit to “Intensive Psychosexual Behaviour Modification Therapy”, an entirely bullshit modality of therapy she had invented on the spot.
Not only that, but as he knelt on the floor of her office, Alan had signed a stack of papers without even reading him. These contracts bound him to following her every instruction, and threatened him with financial ruin if he broke the non-disclosure agreement. Alan had also unknowingly signed a document which approved the transfer of shares in his company to Michelle; he had told her at their first session that his company would be going through a big merger, and Michelle suspected that the value of these shares would be going up quite soon.
Michelle finished her wine, and poured herself another glass. She let out another satisfied sigh, and went to her bathroom.
She put on some soft jazz, and then ran herself a hot bath. She stripped off, and sipped at her wine as she admired herself in the mirror.
God, she was sexy. She hadn’t had sex in a while, but she deserved a good fuck someday soon.
Michelle decided to grab the wine bottle and take it into the bath with her. She had not stopped smiling since she had gotten home.
Michelle wasn’t just enjoying the financial gains of toying with Alan; humiliating and degrading the man had awoken something in her. Michelle had fantasised about dominating men in the past, but she had never put these fantasies into practice before. Ironically, even though she specialised in psychosexual health, and had studied every fetish and paraphilia under the sun, she had never truly explored her own desires that way.
Michelle closed her eyes and imagined all the things she was going to do to Alan, and make Alan do to himself, in the name of “therapy” and “treatment”, and she felt a warmth in her pussy. She took another mouthful of wine, and then refilled her glass.
Michelle reached over and lifted the hand-shower from the top of the bath, and turned it on. Once the water jet was a satisfactory temperature, he brought it down under the water, and aimed the jet between her legs. She cooed with pleasure, as the gentle jet of water massaged her clitoris, and she brought the shower head closer to her pussy.
Michelle groaned and gasped and giggled, and her legs writhed in pleasure. She pictured Alan, down on his knees, worshipping her feet. She pictured him watching on as another man fucked her. She pictured him bent over her leather office chair, as she whipped him with his own belt.
Michelle grasped at one of her beautiful, brown breasts and let out a loud scream as she came, and then giggled as she finished off her wine.
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Alan sat nervously in his chair, waiting for Dr Parvati to speak. She finished scribbling ataşehir escort on her notepad, and then looked up at him.
“Today, Alan, we start your intensive therapy. You have agreed to follow my every command, and I want to make one thing very clear: I do not like to repeat myself. Is that clear, Alan?”
Alan nodded sheepishly.
“When I talk to you, you will look at me and respond verbally. Do you understand?”
Alan nodded more vigorously, and then spluttered, “Y-yes…”
“You will also address me properly, either as Dr Parvati, or Doctor.”
Dr Parvati stared at Alan coolly, and a shiver went through him.
“Y-yes… Doctor,” he stuttered.
“Good, Alan. Now, strip.”
Alan’s eyes widened, but Dr Parvati’s expression didn’t change.
“You have been in my office on three occasions before today, and on each occasion you have suddenly and spontaneously had an orgasm without any stimulation.
This is extremely serious, Alan, and could be linked to a physical issue. I will need to examine you to exclude a physical cause for your difficulties, and if they are indeed entirely psychological in origin, I will still need to observe you in various states of excitement. So, strip.”
Alan shook as he stood, and he unbuttoned his shirt with trembling hands. He removed it, and then pulled his white vest over his head.
Michelle smirked when she saw his bare torso. Scrawny, no definition, no muscle. A loser.
Alan hesitated, but still Dr Parvati’s expression did not change. He unhooked his belt, and then pulled down the zipper to his slacks. He took a deep breath, and then pulled down his trousers.
Alan had forgotten to take off his shoes, and he nearly tripped over his slacks down at his ankles as he kicked off his trainers.
Michelle’s face flickered as she struggled not to laugh, but she managed to maintain her neutral expression.
Alan stood there, scrawny and pathetic looking in his underwear. He looked pleadingly at Dr Parvati, but she simply held his stare. Alan closed his eyes, and then pulled down his boxer briefs.
Michelle tried to maintain her formal expression, but seeing Alan’s cock forced a smile to her lips.
God, it was so small! Not quite a micropenis, but certainly nothing he could be proud of.
“Hands down at your sides, Alan. Good. Now, open your eyes and look at me.”
Alan opened his eyes, and looked down at Dr Parvati. She had several buttons undone on her blouse, and from this angle Alan could see her cleavage. God, her breasts were glorious!
Alan felt his dick quiver, and he wished that he could close his eyes again. He looked down further still, and saw Dr Parvati’s dark, toned, bare legs, and her black, leather stilettos.
Alan looked up away from her legs, worried that he would grow erect while standing in front of Dr Parvati. When he looked into her big, beautiful, brown eyes, and down at her full, plump lips, however, he felt his cock spring to life.
“Hmmm, interesting. The beginnings of an erection already. Step closer to me. Stand here.”
Dr Parvati held her foot out to the floor in front of her and tapped it on the ground, indicating to Alan where he should stand.
Sweat poured from Alan’s head as he stepped before her, and he felt himself harden further as he stood with Dr Parvati less than two feet away from his exposed cock.
Dr Parvati brought her face closer to Alan’s groin, and he could feel her breath on him. His cock continued to stiffen, as she closely inspected it.
“It is continuing to grow, despite your nervousness. That is interesting. It is certainly more turgid, although its length has not changed considerably so far.”
Alan’s cheeks flushed further. He had never thought that his penis was big, and compared to the porn actors he watched it was definitely tiny, but to hear this beautiful woman, a doctor, call his penis small was humiliating.
“And look at that: ataşehir escort bayan it twitched when I commented on its shortness; possibly implying sexual excitement from humiliation. That would confirm a previous suspicion of mine: we will have to explore that, Alan.”
Alan fought not to groan as he felt his cock begin to lift through the air.
“I will not be touching your penis today, Alan. Observation will suffice, and besides, I fear you would find it to be too overstimulating,” she said calmly.
Alan thanked God; he was determined not to cum in front of Dr Parvati ever again.
“Your penis looks healthy, and you readily achieve an erection, obviously,” she commented, writing down a few notes on her notepad. “It is not big, by any means, but I would not say that it is pathologically small. I can see no signs on your penis or scrotum that would indicate a physical cause for your difficulties.”
Alan sighed with relief.
“Of course, it is not just the penis and testicles that are involved in ejaculation,” Dr Parvati continued. “Your prostate contributes significantly to the process, and so I must examine yours.”
Panic cut through Alan, and he looked down desperately at Dr Parvati.
“I… I… what do you mean…? he stammered.
“I mean exactly what I said, Alan,” she said firmly, “I need to exclude physical causes for your issues, and so it is vitally important that I examine your prostate. So, step over to my desk, and lean over it.”
Dr Parvati stared up at Alan without flinching. He hesitated, and then slowly walked over to her desk.
“That’s it. Now, I want you to place your hands shoulder-width apart on the table and lean forward. Good. Lean over a bit more. There we are.
Now, you are not to move from that position under any circumstances without my instruction, understood?”
Alan trembled as he bent down over Dr Parvati’s desk. “Yes, Doctor…” he whimpered.
“Good.”
Michelle stepped around the trembling man leaning over her desk, and opened one of her desk drawers. From it, she took a box of latex gloves, and a small sachet of lubricant. She pulled her desk chair around behind Alan, and sat, so that she was practically eye level with his backside. Michelle put on a pair of the gloves, and then poured the lubricant onto her middle finger.
“Open your legs wider apart. Good. Now, lean down further, that’s it Alan, bend down more. Now, you are not to move, do you understand?”
“Yes, Doctor,” Alan whimpered again.
“Good.”
Alan felt Dr Parvati use one of her hands to spread his cheeks apart, and then he felt her delicately apply the cold lubricant against his asshole. He shuddered, and let out a little moan, and he felt his erection quiver.
“Interesting,” Dr Parvati commented, seeing his cock’s reaction to her massaging his asshole. “Breathe in deeply, Alan, this will feel quite intense.”
With that, Dr Parvati pushed her finger inside Alan’s asshole, and he let out a loud groan.
“That’s it, breathe Alan.”
Michelle curled her finger inside him, searching for his prostate. She pushed her finger deeper into his ass, until she was knuckle-deep.
Alan grunted and collapsed forward onto the desk when Dr Parvati found his prostate. The most intense wave of pleasure he had ever experienced emanated from his ass and crashed through him like a wave, and he drooled onto Dr Parvati’s desk. His legs shook and nearly gave way beneath him.
“Keep still Alan. Okay, I am going to inspect the surface of your prostate for any abnormalities. This will feel intense, so keep breathing.”
Alan moaned and grunted as Michelle’s finger firmly massaged his prostate, and his eyes rolled back in his head.
“Oh, Alan, you are leaking from your penis. This is not uncommon, but I cannot have you getting your semen on my desk!”
Alan’s erection throbbed and raged as Dr Parvati began to plunge her finger in and out of his ass. Each time escort ataşehir her finger plundered his prostate, a fresh dob of pre-cum dripped from his cock.
“Doctor… Doctor Parvati, I… I think I’m going… I think I’m going to…”
Michelle’s assault with her finger quickened further, and Alan’s body began to shudder violently.
Michelle did not relent in her probing of Alan’s prostate as she reached around him and pressed the intercom buzzer.
“Wh-…wh-…?” Alan grunted, with panic on his face, as Sophie stepped into the room. “N-no… please!”
Alan looked upon Sophie as she stepped into the room, and shame burned through him at the sight of her wide smile.
“Sophie, dear, Mr Delaney thinks that he is going to have an orgasm as a result of his prostate examination,” Dr Parvati said, with a hint of mockery in her voice. “Could you bring over that sample container, so that we can collect his semen for analysis?”
Sophie beamed at Alan, and replied with glee.
“Of course, Dr Parvati!”
“N-n… no… please…” Alan groaned, as pleasure tore through him.
The humiliation of bending over a desk, totally naked, while a beautiful woman fingered his asshole, and another beautiful, young woman watched…
Sophie took the small vial from one of the shelves and walked over to the desk. She kept her gaze fixed on Alan’s face the whole time, and her smile widened as she held the vial beneath Alan’s throbbing erection.
“Good, thank you Sophie. We don’t want Alan making a little mess on my furniture,” Michelle said, grinning at Sophie.
“Now, Sophie, it appears that Alan is quite embarrassed at you seeing him in such a compromising position; what is interesting is that this humiliation seems to have actually heightened his arousal! He appears to be very close to climaxing,” Michelle purred.
Alan’s eyes crossed and he began to mumble incoherently as his muscles shook. Sophie kept her eyes on his, and she gave him a mocking look of intrigue.
“Oh, wow, indeed Doctor! That is fascinating!” she laughed, “Oh, look, I think you’re right! I think he’s about to cum, just from having your finger on his prostate!”
“It would indeed appear that Alan has a fetish for humiliation. This is definitely something that we will have to explore at our next session. Now, I just have one more thing that I need to do,” Michelle giggled, “I have inspected the surface of Alan’s prostate thoroughly, but now I need to examine it more deeply.”
Alan stopped making any sounds at all, apart from sharp, shallow intakes of breath, as Michelle pressed her finger more firmly into his prostate and rolled her fingertip all around it. His vison blurred, as an explosion of pain and pleasure coursed through him, and his knees buckled.
“Oh, f-… f-… sh-…shit… fuck… ugghhhh…” Alan groaned, and he filled the vial in Sophie’s hand with his cum.
His orgasm seemed to last hours as Dr Parvati continued her rough fingering of his prostate. Tears streamed down his face and he mumbled and grunted, and when his vison came back into focus, he saw Sophie beaming down at him, and she was laughing at him.
“Oh, God… G-God… ughhh… please…” he mumbled, as his cock pulsed and throbbed, and cum continued to gush from into the vial.
Sophie stared deeply into Alan’s eyes, and laughed as she held his gaze. After what felt like a lifetime, his orgasm began to subside, and the last drips of cum dribbled into the container.
“I think that’s all of it, Dr Parvati!” Sophie said gleefully, “I think I got it all!”
“Thank you, Sophie. Please, put the lid on the vial and bring it to the fridge. We will send it to the lab for analysis in the morning,” Michelle lied. She had no intention of getting Alan’s semen analysed, but it could be handy to have for leverage, if she ever needed it.
“Yes, Doctor!” she giggled, and she blew Alan a kiss before turning and leaving the office.
Alan let out a loud whine as Dr Parvati suddenly removed her finger from his ass, and he collapsed to his knees, panting.
“We really must discuss your humiliation fetish at our next session, Alan. But now, please get dressed, and I will see you in two days’ time.”
Alan leant against the desk, still shaking, his prostate throbbing.
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