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I was continually short of cash and my dead-end job was going nowhere so
I decided to so something about it. I had a small house but it was just
me there so it was relatively easy to put in a desk and smarten up a room
to make it look like an office. I put in a couple of old armchairs and a
box of tissues (people always cry during therapy, or so I had read) and
that should do it. I smartened up my bedroom, got a deal on condoms and a
variety of cheap lingerie, makeup and wigs, and thought that was
sufficient.
I had been helping friends for many years with coming out as gay and many
more who just wanted to experiment, so it was natural to try to start a
business. Where I live there were no restrictions on calling yourself a
'therapist' but obviously I couldn't claim to be qualified in any way,
and wouldn't lie about that if asked. Another issue was not to be accused
of prostitution of course so I'd need to emphasize the therapy, learn
open listening and to let the client talk through his issues with respect
to sex and desires. Admittedly there could be a fine line here but I
needed to take a risk otherwise I'd be stuck in this rut forever. Still,
I'd be doing much of this already for free, so I thought I might as well
get paid for it.
I've always been a huge believer in wrapping. How something is presented
is at least as important as what it actually is. Yes, I looked at book
covers, in other words. So it was vital how I came across. I didn't want
to go completely fem but I didn't want to appear as a vanilla man either.
I decided on an androgenous, non-threatening persona. I had longish hair
so wore it down, with a slight curl at the shoulder-length ends, and used
clear lip-gloss with just a hint of pink and some glitter, but relatively
subtle. I had just the faintest touch of blusher as well. I wore tight-
fitting tops that could be seen as blouses or perhaps somewhat feminine
shirts and tailored trousers that were a bit clingy to show off my
assets.
I was 47 when I started so no youngster but then again I wasn't going for
teens who were confused about their sexuality. My preferred clientele
were married men obsessing about sissy porn, edging themselves for hours
every day who needed some sort of resolution. I would be 100% fine if,
after being confronted with the reality of the situation they decided to
spice up their own married sex lives and I could advise on that. However
if they wanted to actually take a walk on the wild side (as Lou Reed
would have it), then that was fine with me as well. At least for a few
hours. As long as these men admitted to me what they were feeling and,
more importantly of course, admitted this to themselves to allow them to
move forward.
I wasn't a fitness fanatic but I did go to the gym 3-4 days/week so was
trim and somewhat athletic looking for my age. I concentrated on legs,
core strength and abs and kept arms and chest trim but not overly
muscular. I always went for fitness and endurance instead of bulk. This
left me with a decent body and because I was careful what I ate and
drank, I could get away with almost everything I needed to wear to make
myself desirable to either sex. I had no significant other, having been
divorced for many years, and mainly had male lovers. I considered myself
bi but preferred dressing en femme, and have had a few 'lesbian' affairs
with women but always found myself back with men, usually those who also
liked to dress up. There's something so erotic about being with another
man when both of you are shaved, clean and dressed, and want to take your
time with each other.
There's such a thrill from introducing men to this sort of loving, to get
them to open up, to admit to themselves how they feel, that this business
idea really seemed to be a way for me to get paid to do something I
loved. The setup costs were minimal so it was worth trying.
Advertising was tricky. Gay clubs and bars - not needed! Online? I needed
to go where the customers would be. There were so many porn sites that
catered for sissy and crossdressing porn that might be ideal so I tried
there first, but with ad-blockers and the high prices, it just didn't
seem worth it. So I went with my own blogs on Tumbler and BDSMLR to
start. I got established by posting sex images then peppered my
advertising throughout, maybe every five posts was an advert for my
therapy.
I couldn't believe the response! Sadly most of the calls and emails were
horny men wanting to hook up for a 'date' so I rewrote my advertising to
make it explicit that this was a serious therapy business and not
prostitution. This got rid of a lot of the timewasters and my website
also proved popular (although at first it only had the original
advertisement, I was later able to include 'case studies' as examples).
It seemed to be happening very quickly but I took the plunge and agreed
my initial appointment. At the start I asked for cash only because I
didn't know how to sort out credit cards, bank transfers etc, so Larry
knocked on the door with an envelope with cash. He was probably mid-50s,
decent shape overall but a bit heavy, and seemed pleasant enough. I let
him in, offered him a glass of water and we sat down on the armchairs
facing each other. "Larry, tell me why you're here." It seemed like a
good opening line.
Larry immediately looked crestfallen. "It's taken over my life, Shelly.
I'm obsessed. For God's sake, I have a wife, two lovely kids, I don't
understand it. I...well, it's just like your advertisement. It's all I
think about. I even dream about being with another man, dressed up as a
woman, and, and..." Wow that was fast. I was happy that I had put the box
of tissues in the room and I handed it to him. Less than a minute in and
he was crying. I told him to take his time, that this was a safe place
and whatever was said here, stays here. I should have probably started
with that but I was learning on the job.
Once Larry was composed I said, "I understand Larry. It's a tough place
to be. Tell me about your marriage and sex life at home. How often do you
have sex with your wife? Is it intercourse or more than that? How long do
you spend with her?" I thought that would be important to know.
"It's been a long time, Shelly. She's accused me of having an affair, of
no longer being attracted to her, of having lost all sex drive, I don't
know. I just, well, as I said, I'm obsessed. I can't tell her of course,
could you imagine?" I certainly could but it wouldn't be an easy
conversation. "Last time my wife and I made love it was quick, both of us
were quite drunk, and I don't think it was great but I don't remember
much of it. It was a few months ago to be honest and we haven't done
anything since then. I, uh, masturbate at least once a day but spend
hours on the computer in my office. I can't seem to help myself and when
I saw your note, well, it's me exactly." Larry looked at me with his big,
sad brown eyes, clearly desperate. I briefly thought, 'A bit of willpower
would help!' but put it out of my mind. Bad therapist!
"Tell me about your fantasies Larry. Are you the aggressor? Are you more
submissive with your male lovers in your imagination or do you take the
lead? Describe one of your scenarios to me. Use lots of details so I can
understand it."
"My usual one is that I check into a bland corporate hotel with a small
bag. I spend a few hours bathing and shaving myself from the neck down,
including an enema cleanse, flowery moisturizer all over and then I put
on lingerie and women's clothes, including jewelry. I make up my face,
use perfume and put on a wig, usually light brown, down past my
shoulders. My make up is a bit heavy and dramatic, almost slutty, with
garish red lip gloss. Not like yours...anyway, I get ready, maybe have a
glass of white wine while making sure everything is perfect. At the same
time my lover has also checked in and is doing the same thing in his own
room. Neither of us can pass, we're not feminine looking but we don't
care. I don't have a gaff or anything like that but I have a lacy bra
with breast inserts."
My goodness, Larry's story is certainly detailed. I was expecting
something about sucking dick but this is exceptional. "Thank you Larry,
the detail is great, please continue." Larry is looking a little
uncomfortable so I add, "Seriously, this is just us here. The detail
helps me to understand you and how I can best help. This is why I only
book for four-hour slots, take your time, there's no hurry at all."
Larry's discomfort seemed to have more to do with his erection than his
story. "Larry, I can see that you're, uh, a bit excited as you give me
the details and that's perfectly fine. Me too. It's totally natural and
your story is extremely hot. Just let your erection occur and try not to
be embarrassed." I undid the side buttons on my trousers and eased them
down over my hips to expose my light blue satin panties with little red
roses on the band. My erection was clearly outlined inside the tight
underwear. "This is more comfortable for me, as long as you don't object.
Feel free to, uh, free yourself similarly if that helps."
Larry went silent for almost 30 seconds as he stared at my crotch from
his chair. "Uh, sure Shelly, that's fine." He hurriedly fumbled with his
belt buckle and fly then pulled his pants down below his tight white
briefs. He was hard with a small wet spot at the tip of his erection. He
seemed a bit smaller than average but it was difficult to tell.
"That will be much more comfortable, Larry. Please continue." I crossed
my legs man-style to leave my crotch framed by my legs. Larry managed to
drag his eyes up to mine.
"Uh, so, yes, we get ready for each other. Neither of us have, well, had
an orgasm for at least three days, that's our 'three day rule' we use for
when we meet. We always book on the same floor but not always next to
each other so one of us has to walk down the hall to other's room. I,
well, I always imagine that it's my turn. I'm in a knee-length formal
dress with black high heels, pearl choker and matching earrings. I see an
older woman walking towards me and I blush as she smiles and even
comments on how pretty I look. I thank her and keep walking. I lightly
knock at the door and he opens it. I usually call him Nick. Taller than
me, thin and muscular, he opens the door wearing a light green dress,
strawberry blonde wig, full makeup, and sparkly red shoes. I quickly come
through the door and Nick locks it then we stand and just look at each
other for a minute. We air kiss and Nick opens the bottle of champagne
and we toast each other."
"Nick takes the lead, takes my glass from me and lightly traces my face
with his fingertips. He compliments me and tells me how beautiful I look,
looking at me in my eyes the whole time, then kisses my ear and whispers
if I am excited to see him."
"This is all wonderful, Larry, I love the scenario. Two quick things - do
you and Nick have fem names? Also, have you considered doing this with
your wife? Hotels can be great fun, you can be anyone. Or even just the
touching you described and whispering. Women love to be treated as
princesses sometimes, with loving respect as you describe. Couldn't hurt,
could it?"
Larry looked confused then said, "Why not? You mean treat her as I treat
my imaginary Nick?"
"Exactly! Yes. Just like that. The whole buildup isn't so important of
course but what matters is how you treat her. It's an easy thing to do."
Ah, I remembered my special notebook and opened it and scribbled, 'Treat
wife like your fake lover - Larry' to remind me. Then I crossed out Larry
and put his name at the top of the page. I was hoping that Larry didn't
notice that the book was otherwise blank.
"So, uh, then we make love. That's it."
I laughed softly. "Not in a million years, Larry. I need to hear it all.
From when Nick was whispering. And tell me his and your fem names."
Larry blushed and said, "Nick is Nikki and I'm Laurel. Uh, so Nikki
whispers to me, 'Laurel, you're so lovely tonight.' He pushes against me
and I can feel his, his erection, through his dress and mine, pushing
against me. Against mine. He holds me tight and kisses me, gently at
first, then his hands move down and he pulls me into him as we kiss,
massaging my ass as he rotates his hips slowly. I gasp in his mouth as we
slip against each other." I look down and see the wet spot grow as he
fidgets in his chair. I deliberately move my hand down and trace my cock
with my fingertips and let out a low moan.
"Don't stop now, Laurel. Both of you still in your dresses, Nikki pushing
against you, holding your ass. Your hard cocks rubbing against each other
through the thin layers of your dresses and panties. Nikki kissing you,
thrusting his tongue in your mouth. What next?"
"Nikki unzips my dress and I stepped out of it. He turned around so I can
unzip him and then we came together, wrap our arms around each other. His
panties leave most of his ass bare and I knead his globes as he does
mine. He licks my ear and says, 'I've been thinking about you Laurel,
about your perfect ass, about your talented tongue. I want to suck you,
to tease the head of your cock in my mouth, then rub my cock against
yours. I want to dribble lube onto your ass and rub my cock up and down
your crack. Then...what would you want me to do with it, Laurel?'"
I think Larry needed some reassurance as he didn't know if he should pull
up his pants and run out of my house or come in his underwear. I stood up
and slipped my pants off, leaving on my low heels, showing off my lovely
legs (if I do say so myself). I reached into my panties and adjusted my
erection so it pointed straight up onto my stomach and smiled at Larry.
"Feel free to get more comfortable Larry. Shall we move into my other
office?" I didn't want to frighten him more to call it my bedroom but I
didn't want to continue my therapy session in the office. Something a
little more informal would be good, I told myself.
Larry took off his tennis shoes and socks and slipped off his pants then
followed me out of the office and to my bedroom. I was happy that I had
cleaned up and tidied everything. My king-sized bed had clean sheets and
looked pristine. Of course Larry wasn't Laurel and was in his tighty
whites and flannel shirt, with me in my panties and blouse. Still, it was
more than enough. I sat down on the edge of the bed and patted the area
next to me. "Come sit down here, Larry." He was obedient which helped,
and he wasn't about to attack me. Thank goodness I didn't have to put up
with that for my first patient.
Larry sat down and I touched his cheek. "I'm a man Larry. This is real,
this is my house, and it's just you and me. You've told me some of your
fantasy, you and Nikki. Now it's you and me, two men together in my
bedroom, sitting on my bed." I traced his lips with my fingertip. Who
knows, he had nice full lips, he might transform well. Good enough
anyway. "Do you want to touch me?" I stood up in front of him and peeled
off my blouse. I was hairless from the neck down of course but apart from
my hair, face and panties, I was definitely a man. "Do I turn you on?" I
took his hand and put it on the front of my panties, over my hard cock.
"Is this what you want really, Larry? Or is it all just pretend? Is this
too real for you?" I quickly took off my satin panties and kicked them
across the room and stood in front of Larry, completely nude, my cock
sticking straight out, angled upwards. "Do you want to touch it?"
Larry seemed nervous but I let him make the first move. He hesitantly
reached out and took my shaft in his hand. "That's it, touch my penis
Larry. Do you like it?"
"Yes, Shelly, it's hard but soft. It feels so warm, almost hot."
"At long last, after all that time obsessing over videos, your first
cock. Feel it all over, feel the head. Hold my balls in your hand, Larry.
You like? Does this turn you on? Or would you prefer a warm, wet vagina,
attached to a lovely pair of breasts?"
So much for my therapy, having Larry choose. Given the choice myself,
naturally I'd have both. Poor man... Larry's answer was to learn forward
and take the head into his mouth and run his tongue over the spongy head,
then all around until concentrating on the underside. Oh boy, for a
beginner he definitely was turning me on.
"Oh, Larry! Yes, suck me, suck my cock. Yes, your first. You have my
penis in your mouth. Think of that, Larry. What does that make you?"
Larry slowly withdrew the head from his mouth, a line of spit forming
then breaking as he pulled his head back. "Shelly, I'm a cocksucker. I'm
a sissy faggot."
I pulled him up and savagely kissed him, rubbing his ass. "Larry," I
whispered in his ear as I ground against him, "does it turn you on when I
call you a fag? A sissy cocksucker? Tell me..." I pushed him down on the
bed and took off his briefs.
"Oh Shelly, yes it does. I think this is part of the attraction, to do
something dirty, forbidden. I know it's not really like that, not
anymore, but it feels that way. I like the humiliation, the,
the...compulsion no matter how dirty it is, the pure lust, the..."
"Lick my ass, Larry. Start at the crack and work your way down." I
quickly got on all fours and Larry got behind me, following my
instructions. My orders. "Yes, good boy, get your tongue in there. Did
you know that you'd be licking a man's ass today? Working your way down
to his rosebud, his anus? Keep licking, Larry." He was doing a good job,
lots of spit as he worked his way down.
"Now tease me Larry, run your tongue and thumbs around the hole,
ahhh...yes, oh! - now push your tongue in, yes. Musty, Larry? Your tongue
up my ass? Does this still turn you on or are you disgusted?"
Larry stopped licking for a few seconds. "I've never been more turned on,
Shelly, it's like I was born to this, it's better than I ever imagined.
So dirty, so, ohhh..." and with that he pushed in again.
I guided Larry down to my balls where he lovingly sucked each one. I
thought, yes, my therapy worked, this man is definitely bi if not gay.
Maybe just bi and men are new to him so he's going a bit nuts? Whatever.
I wondered if it would always be this way, if my advertisement was self-
selecting, if everyone was at least partly bi. Then I stopped musing as
Larry started sucking my cock.
He did a decent job as well and I made him swallow my cum. I told him
that sissies didn't suck and spit, they craved cum, the taste, the smell,
the feel. That it was his reward for turning me on so much that I
couldn't help but give in to his sexiness, his allure. Not to mention my
cock in his mouth.
Afterwards I got him on all fours and lubed up his ass for a thorough
massage and teasing session. Anal wasn't going to happen this time with
Larry so I worked a finger or two in his hole, talking to him about being
ass-fucked, then pulled his legs over his head and jerked him off into
his own mouth to finish. A satisfied customer!
We took a quick shower together and we had a short talk. I convinced him
(using my notes! Well, my only note...) to do most of the things we did
today with his wife tonight. Spend time tracing her face, her body, suck
her toes, tease her thighs then roll her over and rim her ass. Don't even
consider your own pleasure, I emphasized, just concentrate on her
tonight, and make sure she comes many times. Don't even bother to fuck
her unless she insists after she's come at least three times.
I asked Larry to phone me the next day and he dutifully did. Said that he
was up half the night with Denise. He told her that he saw me (and he
told Denise that I was a therapist, didn't go into more details) and
understood what was missing from his marriage.
I didn't see Larry again but we exchange messages once in a while. He's
more deeply in love with his wife than ever and once a week he dresses up
and they have a lesbian night, complete with a strap-on for Denise to use
on her husband. Larry managed to meet a few men through a local bar and
has a few one-night stands to satisfy his cock desires. So far he hasn't
told Denise, but is working his way up to suggesting a threesome, all of
them dressed as sissy sluts.
It's nice to have a positive outcome for your first patient. There's been
many more since then, please let me know if you're interested in their
stories!
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Love, Lyon xxx
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