Pissing Kay
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I went home somewhat puzzled. I kept wondering what exactly is this
therapy doing for me anyway? So far it seemed mostly to be about my
masturbation habits which had nothing to do with the reason I started
therapy anyway. My issues were with relating to women. Specifically
strong women who are able to convince me to do things I don't want to
do. Before A_ and Ilona I had actually no problem with women. Or so I
thought. Nor had I a problem with masturbation before Ilona. Or again so
I thought.
Now here I sit with a locked up penis thinking constantly and
frustratingly about sex.
I texted Mary Kay and arranged a meeting. When she arrived she was with
Richard. Richard is nice enough and all that but I was not interested in
involving him in this. For obvious reasons, eh.
"I was hoping to meet with just you," I explained. We set up another
meeting for two hours later. After ordering some coffee I jumped right
in. "Ilona wants you to come to my next session in two days. She wants
you to do some things that...that...Well I'm not actually sure all what
she wants you to do, just that I need someone to ... to...Well again I'm
not sure what is needed, exactly."
"Okay, Okay, slow down," she picked up the train of conversation. "I am
to come to your next session for something you know not what. Am I going
to be a subject of Ilona's therapy? That doesn't seem proper. She and I
have known each other for quite a while. This isn't some scheme of yours
is it to get us into a couple's therapy thing, is it? Are you having
second thoughts about dump... ah... going your own way in our
relationship?"
"No. No. Really, eh I mean... Look I know I might could have handled our
break...uh...separation process better, but sure I still like you as a
good friend, just...ah...ah..." I paused. "Anyway, no she is not
intending that you participate in the therapy, rather...and I don't know
for sure...rather I think she wants you to ... ah ...supervise, yeah,
supervise an aspect of my therapy home work. That's what I think. She
said you could call her if you had questions." I guess I was being more
vague than was called for because really I did not want to confess to
her that I was sitting there with a locked up penis.
"Well, sure, that sounds simple enough," she said.
She then got out her cell phone and dialed. "Hi it's Mary Kay," she said
to the phone and then was interrupted by the other end. "Yes that's it
exactly. What...?" And then a series of words and pauses. "Yeah...Un-
hungh...ha ha...Really...Right now!?...Yeah sure I'll see you then,
bye."
Mary Kay put the phone back in her purse and stared in the direction of
my crotch. A slow-motion smile lit up her eyes. There was nothing to see
as my crotch was hidden at that moment by the table. I heard her shoe
drop. Then I felt a foot slide up the the inside of my right leg until
it connected with the plastic of my locked penis. My head jerked back a
tiny bit. She had hit her target. Her smile got bigger and I gazed down
at the table top. Her foot started poking my locked penis and balls.
"Well what have we here," she said with an impish grin. "Cat got your
tongue?" I refused to be baited. I said nothing.
"You know my foot is complaining to me that it can't quite get to...ah
where it wants to go because of your pants. It is suggesting that you
pull them down, oh not all the way, just to the top of your knees."
I finally bit. "Okay, okay, so my penis is locked in some plastic
device. There, I said it, now give it a rest. Lets get back to the topic
at hand."
"No, no, I much prefer the topic at foot," she laughed at her joke.
"Just stop it. The answer is no, no and no again, I am not pulling my
pants down so your stupid foot can pleasure itself at my penis's
expense."
"You hear that Foot? Penis doesn't like you." Then speaking to me, "tell
Penis that he is being very rude and impolite."
"I will not be talking to Penis," This getting ridiculous, I thought.
Who talks about their body parts in the third person.
Then Mary Kay issued a quiet hissed command, "get your goddam pants down
now!"
"No," I hissed back defiantly, "I will not!"
There was a pause. A new smile crossed Mary Kay's face. She spoke,
"Sorry. Now what was it you wanted from me?"
Fuck, I freaked. When did she start acting like this, I wondered? All my
defiance drained from me. Resigned I slowly undid my pants and slid them
down to above my knees.
"Ech emmm," she cleared her throat. "The underwear please."
Sheepishly I also slid my underwear down. A stronger wave of humiliation
passed through me. There was another pause. I waited for her foot to
begin harassing my penis again.
Then she said, "you know Foot is waiting for an apology from you two for
being so rude to her."
Fuck! I have to apologize now for not wanting to be violated? Finally
with mounting feelings of ridiculousness I stated simply, "Foot, Penis
and I are sorry for being rude."
"Foot would like some adjectives in that sentence."
"We are terribly, humbly, honestly sorry."
"Better, but Foot wants to hear directly from Penis."
"This is stupid," I blurted out.
"That may be, but it's Foot's feelings that need addressing here and I
would not want to be the one to tell Foot that her request is stupid.
Not after all she has been through already."
"No," I said, "it is Penis that is the one suffering here. It is Penis
that is locked up and trapped in a plastic cage. Can't Foot show some
compassion here?" I simply could not believe what I was saying. Never
had I engaged in such a nutso conversation.
There was no reply from Mary Kay. Clearly my arguments were falling on
deaf ears.
Finally I said, "this is Penis here, I'm sorry." I knew that that would
not be enough. Foot was going to insist on more words.
"Jeff, don't play Foot for a fool. That was obviously your voice."
Oh My God! I paused steeling my nerve. Once again in abject humiliation
I spoke. This time in a tiny higher voice as might befit a small thing,
especially small at the moment, like my penis. "Oh Foot, I am swo swoory
I was swo wroude." I put in an Elmer Fudd accent for effect.
"Oh she liked the cartoon bit. Now she wants to know what Penis is
asking for?"
"If Penis has to talk in his own voice how come the Foot can't talk for
herself in hers?" If I was going to be embarrassed the least I could do
it get some fair play turn about.
"Silly Jeff, the Foot is a queen and she does not deign to speak
directly to commoners like Penis. Now have Penis ask for it."
I lowered my self respect down another notch. "Pwease your highness, do
as you like with me your humble servant, " I said - no wait - Penis
said, laying it on thickly.
"Yes and..."
"Uhhhh? Uhhhh?" I searched for what else was being required. Then again
in the penis voice, "Pwease violate me?"
"More..."
"Uhhhh? Uhhhh? Pwease wape me?" Shit that was harder to say than I
expected.
"Is Penis asking or begging here?"
"Pwease, pwease, wape me," Penis was begging. Penis was clearly mentally
drained at this point. I felt really bad that I had let Penis down this
way. Thankfully Foot came up to a naked but caged Penis and kicked it
this way and that. Up down left right. This went on for a while. All the
while I was feeling turned on. I was feeling turned on but not Penis. He
filled ever so slightly then frustratingly could fill no more. I stared
at the table top all the while. I could do nothing but take it. If I was
to get Penis sprung from jail as soon as possible I needed Mary Kay.
Otherwise I would be delayed by whatever process it would likely take to
get a replacement.
Then she got up and walked over to where I was sitting and placed one
hand lightly on my shoulder for balance. As she knelt next to me she
slid her other hand down my chest straight down tomy crotch. Once
kneeling next to me she no longer needed the hand on the shoulder for
balance so she brought that one down as well. And then with both hands
slowly proceeded reach in and begin a slow fondle of my plastic encased
member.
"Nooo. Stoppp. Pleasssse," I whispered. A cocktail of emotions was
stirred but not shaken within me: some embarrassment at Mary Kay teasing
my predicament; some frustration at being helpless before her brazen
tease; some bewilderment at Mary Kay's seeming command in a situation
that I had never seen in her before; and finally some resignation in my
loss of power.
"Oh baby," she whispered back her continuing tease, "it's sooo hard.
Tiny but really hard. Is that hardness for me?' She grabbed it solidly
and yanked.
I whispered an ouch. My eyes began to water. My breathing lengthened
into sighs of submission. I just sat there and took it. Why? Why didn't
I just get up and leave? Why isn't Ilona treating me for dealing with
moments like this?
She got up. Leaving she looked at my penis: "See you in two days, little
guy. Oh and you too," she said looking at me.
After she left I sat there stunned. I pulled my pants and underwear back
up. My eyes focused inwardly, shifting back and forth in my mind between
what had just gone downand what was becoming of me in a larger sense. I
sat there thinking and reliving it for ten or twenty minutes when
Richard popped in.
"Hey you seen Mary Kay. I don't remember if I was supposed to meet her
here or..." he paused and looked at me. "Ahhhh, are you all right, man?"
What a pleasure to be called a man. "If I didn't know better I would
think that Mary Kay had just dumped you, hahaha."
"Oh thanks, I'm fine," I lied. "Just a bit under the weather."
"Mind if I sit down?" he asked as he sat down. No need to answer that
question, I thought. He continued, "did you see the game the other day?
What losers, they need to fire that coach. But hey can I talk seriously
with you?"
"Sure what's on your mind?" I was in no mood for talk.
"You and Mary Kay have a history right?"
"Yeah."
"Well I was wondering, Did she ever show interest in women? Not that
there's anything wrong with that. I'm cool with that and all, it's just
that she has this one woman friend that I sometimes wonder. I'm not too
sophisticated with those things so I can't tell. I mean if she was that
way, hell, it would actually be kinda neat. Or something. Just wondering
seeing as how you used to be with her right?"
"You know, Richard, back when Mary Kay and I were together I never saw
anything like that myself." Guy talk. Damn I think I've been missing
that lately.
"Oh well thanks. Just wondering."
I wanted to ask Richard if Mary Kay had become more secure in herself.
Whether she still worriedabout whether she was doing the right things at
times. I wanted to ask if he was beginning to find that she was becoming
increasingly aggressive. But I didn't quite know him well enough for
those kinds of topics.
"Look," I said, "I may be seeing more of Mary Kay here shortly. Don't
worry I'm done with her it's just some favors I need from a friend
stuff."
"No fine, I'm not worried. Hell if I ever need to I'll just bash your
head in, hahaha, just joking."
"Yeah sure, I'll remember to wear a helmet around you, hahaha."
The more I was seeing of Richard the better I was liking him. I wonder
if he has problems around strong women? I wonder if he has masturbation
issues? Then I mentally slapped myself. Stop that dummy. You do not have
masturbation problems. You have a shrink problem. I laughed at my own
inside joke. God, what would he think if he knew that my penis was
locked up by my therapist right now? I started to get glum again.
"Hey don't get so serious," he said mis-reading my mood swing, "I was
just kidding. I actually like you. If you made a pass at Mary Kay I
would just de-pants you in public, hahaha, I wouldn't harm you
physically, hahaha."
Egad, I recoiled at the image. If only he knew. For a short slight guy
he could sure talk tough.
We parted saying we'd have to get together for beers and a game
sometime.
-----
I got to my Ilona appointment early. Mary Kay was already there. So much
for a minute to myself. Richard was there too. Shit I thought, what's he
doing here? Damn I don't want him part of this. This is nuts. How much
does he know already? Then Ilona opened the door and saw us all.
"Hey, everyone is early. That's okay come on in." We all stood up. "Uh
Richard, you are welcome to wait in the ante room but I think you would
be more comfortable in the coffee shop on the first floor."
"Oh. Yeah sure. You'll come get me right Mary Kay?"
"Yes, of course, babes. I'll come rescue you," she said as she walked up
to him and planted a kiss on his lips. Did I just see her hand grope his
crotch? She turned away from him and joined us as Ilona closed the door
behind us all.
I was so anxious about this session. I just knew that I was in for some
new humiliation. Hell all the current humiliations were bad enough.
Ilona started right in: "So Jeff I figure that you have done just fine
since I didn't get any emergency calls. Unless you went to the hardware
store, you bad boy." She laughed. No, I had not gone to the hardware
store. I shot her back an embarrassed but defiant look. For a changeshe
was wearing a collarless blouse. She had a thin chain necklace around
her neck. With a bit of shock I watched as she placed her hand on the
necklace and pulled.
"Well, looky here," she said in a Dolly Parton voice as she pulled a key
out from between her breasts. I turned beet red.
"HooHa!" said Mary Kay. "I know what that is." She turned, looked at me
and winked.
Looking at me Ilona softened and said, "Oh Jeff, I'm sorry. You're
embarrassed. That's not very professional of me."
What? Embarrassing me? How about those forced masturbation incidents?
Ilona continued, "Okay, lets get serious here. Mary Kay, I want you to
know that this is all a bit irregular. But I think it is going to be for
the best. I asked Jeff if we could involve you and he agreed
wholeheartedly, right Jeff?" Did I? I couldn't really remember.
"Yyeesss? I think ...."
"Good," Ilona interrupted. "So Mary Kay, as you know, Jeff is working
with me on his concerns that he masturbates too much. That is why his
penis is locked inside what we are calling a 'masturbation crutch.' It
is just a crutch to get him to where he no longer feels like he is
masturbating too much. Now we have tried the honor system with Jeff and
that was not working. So we are coming to you for some assistance."
"You want me to hold the key, right," Mary Kay said excitedly. Too
excitedly for my tastes.
"Actually no," interjected Ilona. "See Jeff has another problem and I am
hoping to kill two of his little birdies with one boulder." Ilona
laughed at her joke. "As you may know, one of the reasons that Jeff
dumped...ah left you is that you were not strong enough to push him
around. But then when he does meet a woman who can command him, then he
finds that he is unable to assert his own will and cannot resist them.
Do you recall any of this when you were with him?"
"Well, maybe. But I really think I could do it now." Mary Kay was
pleading for the job.
"No, again I'm sorry," continued Ilona. "To begin with you have Richard
and also Jeff's history with you would cloud the process. No, what I am
hoping you can do for us is facilitate the finding of just the right
person to act as a coach to train Jeff in how to present himself to a
strong female personality. Someone with no history with Jeff, of course,
and someone who finds Jeff reasonably attractive without actually being
attracted to him. We want this to be strictly about power."
"Oh," said Mary Kay.
"Now this is still a course of therapy. And we have to respect
everyone's privacy. So there will be a number of ground rules that we
will need to follow. Firstly we are to keep everything that happens
amongst us. Richard is to know as little as possible. He will continue
not knowing about Jeff's masturbation crutch..." I sighed relief. "Nor
is he to know about the nature of this coach's relationship with Jeff,
nor any specific training exercises." This was sounding better and
better. "The same will be true for any and all candidates that Jeff will
interview. We will explain to them what we will be doing but not in any
way that they will know it is Jeff who we are talking about. Once Jeff
approves them then theycan and will need to know everything, of course.
"And we must protect the coach candidate's privacy as well. Until they
agree to take the job and Jeff approves them Jeff is not to be able to
identify them. Am I making myself clear?"
No, not really I thought to myself. Mary Kay must have expressed some
lack of understanding as well as Ilona quickly said:
"Well don't worry. I have your instructions of how to arrange everything
written down. For now we will leave it at that you and Richard will be
going on a double date with Jeff and your candidate. Jeff and the
candidate will, of course, be going on a blind date."
----
I was so fucking horny my balls were going to explode if they did not
get relief soon. I had expected to be released during the last session.
But no Ilona strongly suggested that I should really really try to hold
off until we had a strong female coach selected. I complained and whined
that I wasn't going to make it. Ilona, embarrassingly with Mary Kay
present, scolded me. "Jeff, you are never going to be able to manage
with a strong woman acting like that. Now pull yourself together and
suck it up." She shifted, "Oh Jeff, you have been doing so well. I know
you will be just fine."
Now here it was three more days later, five total days locked up with no
relief. At first Mary Kay said she would have someone the next day. But
then that fell through or something. Then that scenario repeated itself
another day. Finally after three days, really three days and five and a
half hours, who is counting, thank you, finally the day had come. Damn,
now the pressure was really on to accept this candidate. Ilona did say I
could come in for emergency relief if I actually needed it. I even
called and said I needed it. She asked if my penis was discolored or in
pain. I said no not really, it was my mind that was in pain. She laughed
and asked if I still wanted to come in. No, I'd tough it out, damn!
Mary Kay was at my house getting me ready for the date. Richard was at
the candidate's and would bring her after I was ready. Ready, you may be
wondering, what's to get ready for in a blind date. That's what I had
thought too. Well it turned out that this was to actually be a blind
date. While the rules said no conversation about my predicament because
we were to keep Richard in the dark, ha, it turned out that the
candidate and I were to be the ones in the dark.
Mary Kay sat me down in a chair facing a wall. "Close your eyes," she
said and then I felt her hands massaging and combing my hair back. Ohh,
that felt nice. She stroked my neck as she unbuttoned the top button of
my shirt and pulled it a bit back from my neck. Then I felt something
being pulled over my head. I drank in its musky leather smell. It came
over my face front and sides and then it was pulled under my chin. It
was actually a very comforting feel of protection and security.
Next I began to feel and hear the leather being tightened with sound of
laces being pulled through eye holes. I realized that some kind of
hooded leather mask was being firmly attached to my head. I opened my
eyes to blackness and closed them immediately as it was quite
disorienting. With my eyes closed I relaxed intothe snugness surrounding
my head. I felt a tingle in my caged penis. I sighed. Sorry Penis ole
pal, once again you are all dressed up with no place to go. Finally the
lacing was done and I felt and heard a small click. Likely another lock
I sighed to myself.
Blind date indeed.
I wish I could tell you that all kinds of fun things happened, but I
can't. Aside from being blind it was one of the most boring dates I have
ever had. The candidate and I exchanged a whole bunch of pleasantries
and chit-chat. She was allowed to pat and feel me anywhere for short
bits of time. Short and frustratingly almost arousing. But never quite
arousing as they always ended too quickly. The idea, explained by the
directions, was for the candidate to be able to get enough of an idea
about me to judge whether she would be willing to take the job on and
then the same for me.
Except I had less latitude to explore: voice and personality presentment
and bits and pieces of personal history. That was it. The way she might
touch me but not me exploring her. In the end I went with her. Partly,
yes, to get a sooner orgasm. But really she seemed ok and even familiar
in some ways. Her voice had a familiar type local accent and cadence.
The candidate leaned over and began talking to Mary Kayout of my
hearing. She had one more request, I was eventually learn. She wanted to
start out the first encounter, with me hooded again and not seeing her.
This time I would be brought to her place, left alone with her and
picked up when done. She was reserving one more chance to back out.
"I'll have to run that by Ilona," replied Mary Kay still out of my
hearing, "but I bet your request can be arranged."
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