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Sissy Therapy - Case Study 2
Shelly's latest client is John who is obsessively addicted to smooth,
shaved men's asses, ideally covered by skimpy women's panties. Shelly
helps him to come to terms with his desires and learn a lot about
himself as well. Oh, lots and lots of sex as usual... ;)
Hi, I'm a sexual therapist. Sort of. No qualifications, my only
experience is what I've gained on the job. This is my second 'case
study' which took place a few months after I started. To recap for those
who haven't read the first story, my advertisement for my services is:
MEN
Interested in sex with other men but don't know how to
proceed? Looking for a safe, friendly way to find out if this
is for you? Obsessed by online bi/gay/sissy/crossdressing
porn but frightened to meet someone? Is your marriage at risk
because of your desires?
I can help! One four-hour sexual therapy session will help
you to decide if this is right for you, and will help you to
understand your desires. Don't suffer alone, I can help!
Email [email protected] or call 555-252-5252 and make
an appointment today!
I couldn't believe how busy I've been. Once the backlog hit four months
I decided to stop advertising. The alternative was to hire a few
'therapists' to take on some of my caseload and I wasn't ready to do
that. I was however able to quit my dead-end job and rely solely on the
income from these four-hour sessions.
Somewhat to my surprise, there were a lot of married couples who
attended together. A few walked out when they found out that it wasn't
just talking therapy but all but one couple eventually returned, and the
man involved in the non-returning couple contacted me a few weeks later
to tell me that they split up and that our interrupted session was the
catalyst - and that he was very happy now that he admitted his desires
to himself, so basically I was batting 1,000. Early days of course but a
great start.
So - this particular man booked online (I was getting sophisticated, a
client of mine helped set up my online presence and even helped with
credit cards and bank transfers etc) and gave nothing away, just asked
for an appointment. He showed up alone, said that he had a live-in
girlfriend (not married, no kids) for nearly 12 years and for the past
few months had become totally obsessed with one thing. Rear ends. Asses.
But not all rear ends, only those of men shaved smooth, free of hair and
covered by colorful panties, the more fem the better.
John (probably not his real name but who knows) looked tired. I pointed
this out and he said that he had been staying up most nights very late
looking at porn, mainly men flaunting their rear ends, showing off their
panties and teasing themselves. "John, what is your favorite scenario
when you watch these? What is your fantasy when you play with yourself,
which character are you? Are you the one caressing a man with soft,
smooth skin wearing pink panties? Or are you the one in panties being
caressed and maybe taken by someone else?"
John looked uncomfortable and was looking down at his feet, clearly
embarrassed about the whole thing and being with me discussing this. I
stood up and went close to where John was sitting, squatted down and
took his hand. "Hey, it's OK, it's just me here. Believe me, I know what
it's like, what you're going through. I'm not a traditional therapist, I
only deal with men with issues coming to terms with their innermost
sexual desires and fantasies. I also have a thing about men in panties
but I'm not obsessed with it, I've learned to deal with it and I hope to
give you that ability. Please open up with me, this is a safe place,
it's just you and me. Let me try to help you." Probably violated all
sorts of professional therapist stuff with that but I didn't mind, I
wanted to get into John's head.
"OK, Shelly. I, I get it, that's why I'm here." I stroked John's hand a
couple of times. John was about 45-50 or so, well-built if a bit heavy
(us Midwestern fellows seem to be built that way), with thick, dark
hair, cut rather long. He was wearing usual male boring clothes, jeans
and a rugby shirt with tennis shoes. His hands were soft so he wasn't
employed doing manual work. I had a weird temptation to reach over and
fondle his nipples but restrained myself - bad therapist!
I stood up and moved back to my own chair and couldn't help but sway my
hips a little. I was wearing pantyhose underneath a pair of stretchy
leggings, very similar to women's leggings, in dark purple, with dark
red/purple (very dark red) leather boots with pointy toes. I thought it
showed off my assets well without being completely obscene, and it was
just a fluke that I'd chosen to wear such tight leggings today. I always
wear something sexy to these sessions but not always something that
emphasized my legs and ass. I had on a floaty white top unbuttoned
nearly half-way with a silver necklace with a small heart medallion to
draw the eyes to where my d?colletage would be if I had one. My longish
hair was styled nicely and I had on my 'work makeup,' just a touch of
clear lip gloss with a little bit of glitter as well as a hint of
blusher.
"So, well," John started and he seemed to be blushing. I hoped that
seeing my ass outlined in my leggings would signal to him that I'm aware
of his issue but maybe it was a bit too much...? "I, uh, I don't know."
"Take your time John. If it's easier just describe to me what you wish
would happen. Something that think about when you're alone, late at
night, maybe in your bathroom while your girlfriend is asleep, and you
need some release to allow you to sleep yourself. Take me with you on
that journey." That sounded to me like something a therapist might say.
I hoped. I should probably read some sort of Therapy for Dummies book.
"OK, Shelly. So, I sometimes imagine that I meet someone...well, a man,
in some innocuous place, maybe in a store or whatever. He invites me to
a poker game with others, and I get there and it's only him, the others
cancelled for some reason but I realize that he made up the game as an
excuse. We sit down in front of the TV and after a few minutes he turns
it off. 'John,' he says, 'you know why you're here. I saw you checking
out my ass in that store. You want me, don't you. And no, don't deny it.
Come feel what you saw.' He bends over slightly with his legs apart and
I'm drawn to him, I stand up and move behind him and start fondling his
rear. He's wearing dress slacks, tight over his firm, sexy ass, and I
moan as I run my hands over and squeeze him. He unbuckles his belt and
lets his pants fall and he's wearing bright red satin panties. 'Lick me,
John. Get your tongue on the inside of my knees and work your way up.'"
John was breathing heavily at this stage. "John, does it turn you on
sexually in your fantasy when men tell you what to do? Or is it more
that you're licking and caressing men's rear ends? Or both?"
"I guess both. Sometimes I pretend that I'm with another man and we both
put on panties and just play together, caressing each other's ass,
rubbing together. I like to think about standing behind a man, both of
us in panties, and rubbing against his ass, my cock in his crack, until
I come in my panties against him, and then he does the same to me, and
we peel of each other's panties and lick each other clean..."
Wow, that last one pushed some buttons for me. I glanced down and saw
that I wasn't being the professional therapist at this stage with my
erection clearly outlined. "So, which do you think is more exciting? The
mutual caressing and fondling, playing, licking, maybe mutual
masturbation or more, versus being ordered around by a man and
humiliated sexually, made to do something you wouldn't ordinarily do?"
John paused to think about this one. "You know, when I think about it,
I've moved on. Initially it was being forced or coerced, but for a long
time now it's more mutual playing. Maybe I was initially shocked at my
desires for homosexual contact that subconsciously I dealt with it by
wanting to be forced. Now I guess somehow I've accepted that this is how
I feel and I fanaticize about playing with other men without being
forced."
I was so impressed! Maybe I was getting somewhere with all this, letting
the client make the deductive leap instead of me. I felt like
celebrating but I had another three and a half hours for John and you
never know, he might have more insights. "John, that was terrific for
you to be able to understand yourself so well. That alone could help you
with this issue. Thank you for getting there so quickly."
"OK Shelly, but my obsession is still there and I don't know what, if
anything, to do about it. I can't concentrate during the day or do
anything without thinking of men and panties and sex and smooth,
hairless asses, with balls hanging down, and...you know."
Me either! - but I managed not to say it. This is serious business.
"What about sex with your partner? Perhaps she'd like you to play with
her ass, to lick her there, to wear panties you could rub against?"
"I tried and she says she's not into that. Frankly the heat is out of
our relationship, I think we're still together out of inertia more than
anything else."
"Thanks for being so honest John, I know that this isn't easy. You've
never actually been intimate with a man before, is that right?"
"Yes, but sometimes it seems as if I have because it's all I think
about. It's driving me crazy."
"Tell you what, let's switch rooms and get a bit more comfortable for
the next part of the session." We stood up and I didn't bother to hide
my bulge, even though I had calmed down somewhat. I stretched my arms
over my head as if I had been sitting too long, rotating my hips a
little, and John's eyes got wide. Just what I was hoping for.
I opened the door to the hallway and moved to my bedroom. I had
rearranged things so that I had a couch next to the wall and the bed
pushed up against the other wall. I had two glasses and a bottle of
carbonated water in an ice bucket on a table and poured us glasses as we
sat down. "So John, I think based on the history you shared and your
anxiety over your constant, obsessive thoughts about men, perhaps we
could have some hands on counseling." Corny I know but I delivered the
line with a slight smile. I stood up and slowly turned so my back was to
John who remained seated. I put my hands on my knees and angled my back
up slightly. "I try to take care of myself, especially my legs and
glutes, John. What do you think?" I was looking over my shoulder as John
stared at my ass.
"Uh, Shelly, yes, you have a fine backside."
I wiggled it a little. "It doesn't bite, John. Go ahead. Please touch
it. I'd enjoy that and I think you will as well."
John tentatively reached out and let his fingertips run from my waist
down to the top of my leg over one cheek. "Don't be shy, go ahead. I'm
all yours. Your touch is lovely, it turns me on, John. Please touch me,
touch my ass." He took my cheeks in both hands and squeezed, then
caressed and stroked them. He was gentle but firm, really nice and it
was turning me on. "Feel all over, feel between, reach underneath. Have
you ever touched another man? Feel my balls, my erect penis through my
leggings. Is it nice?"
"Oh, it's perfect, Shelly, So firm and round and, and manly..." Without
being told he pushed his face into my ass and inhaled, licking me
through my leggings. I stood up straight and faced John, unbuttoning my
shirt.
"Let's take off our shirts and pants, John. Both of us. You want to,
don't you?" He didn't have to be asked twice and quickly stripped. I had
a pair of brand new skimpy blue satin panties if needed but he was
already wearing the bright red satin ones he described in his fantasy
earlier. I had a closer look - promising. Study legs and not a bad ass
himself. Interestingly he seemed hairless so maybe his girlfriend didn't
notice or mind that he had shaved all over. He was powerfully built and
his package, partly hidden by his panties, seemed respectable. I quickly
stripped off my leggings leaving on my sheer pantyhose, my hard cock
clearly outlined. My top came off as well.
"OK John, sit upright on the bed with your legs stretched out in front
of you. Yes, that's it. Now let me lie across your lap. Mmm, I can feel
you beneath me, I like it when our cocks rub together through my hose
and your panties. I just need to be careful I don't ruin my hose so
early on. Here you are, John, my ass, all yours." I looked back and John
had a little twisted smile as he slowly moved his hands down to my
buttocks.
As John kneaded my globes through my hose, I spread my legs a little so
he had full access. I kept a running commentary in an effort to enhance
the experience for him. "Oh, yes, that's so nice. I love it when another
man feels my ass like this. Your hands are so talented, John, ahhh, oh,
yes, when you run your thumbs up and down my crack it's just perfect, it
really turns me on. Rub my balls through my hose, yes, oooh, I can feel
your cock rubbing against mine. Reach in and feel your own excitement,
John, feel both our cocks rubbing against each other, yes..."
John continued to play with my ass but I could feel him pushing upwards
with his hips, trying to get more traction. I didn't want him to come
with my ass on top of his lap so I eased off his lap. "Let's try this
John. Pull your knees up towards your chest, yes like that, and I'll do
the same and scoot forward - now move gently up and down while I rub my
ass against yours. I've only done this before using a double-headed
dildo which was fun but I want to try it just to rub against you." It
was a bit awkward and we ended up laughing and falling back on the bed.
It doesn't always have to be serious lust, after all.
"OK, back on the floor, let's stand up. Let me peel off your panties. Oh
my, they're quite wet you dirty boy. All excited playing with my ass,
John? Let me have a little taste..." I bent down and sucked the head of
his cock, it was nice. I stood up and pushed my tongue in his mouth so
he could have a taste. It was our first kiss and I embraced him but then
spun around. "Rub your cock against my ass, in my crack, through my
hose, John. Just like your fantasy."
John was very sensuous, holding my hips and moving up and down. It was
nice but I thought we could make it a little more special for him. I
pulled away, quickly took off my hose and dispensed a handful of lube
onto my hand, coating the crack of my ass with the scented silicone
lubricant. I went back to the bed and leaned forward, my hands on the
edge of the bed, feet a little apart. "John, try now. Rub that
magnificent cock up and down my ass. Move forward, don't be shy, yes,
push it right in. Yes...now up and down, yes, hold my hips. Oh that's
nice, do you like that, your cock surrounded by my firm ass? All wet and
greasy, slipping up and down? Oh it's so dirty, my goodness me, keep it
up..."
It was nice but not what I needed, but I wanted John to get the full
effect. He pushed hard but didn't get much friction. On a downstroke his
cock slipped underneath and I took that opportunity to reach my hand
back and guide that hard, dripping cock to where it belonged. "Go ahead
John, it's so tight and hot and wet, try it, please, I need you there,
inside me, fucking my ass. Fuck me, please, John..."
He didn't have to be asked twice. He was a true gentleman and slowly
pushed in, his slippery cock invading my ass in one smooth movement. I
gasped as he entered me and braced myself against the bed. "Oh that's so
nice, do you like it, John? Do you like fucking me with your big cock,
fucking my ass like that? Yes, keep going, fuck my fag ass, I'm such a
sissy, I need to be fucked, yes, harder..."
John wasn't going to last long so I encouraged him to speed up. "Oh
Shelly, yes, I'm fucking your ass, oh my God, it's, ohhh...." He groaned
then made a keening sound as he slammed into me as hard as he could,
over and over, pushing himself over the edge and coming inside me. He
took a long time to finish, draining himself inside me. Finally he
pulled out slowly with a sigh. I guided him to the bed and we lay down
together, side by side as I kissed him and stroked his face.
Yes, this therapy thing is tough. I hadn't even come yet, but of course
the client's needs are always paramount. As he was such an ass man I
decided to take his red panties and have him jack me off with them. I
came quickly and soaked the satin, and we took turns feeding each other
my cum. It was all quite loving which was somewhat new to me but I
enjoyed it. Maybe I needed therapy - I guess that loving couples did
this all the time. Truly? Well I didn't know but if that was the case
maybe I should think about it. But it's unlikely that a real partner
would be understanding about my job.
John and I talked things through afterwards back in the office. I
convinced him not to just walk out on his long-time partner but at
minimum talk things through with her and tell her about his need for
sexual relationships with men. Who knows, she might be open-minded
enough to accept this, but if the relationship was already rocky it was
unlikely.
John got in touch after a month or so. He had already moved out, his
girlfriend apparently was having an affair so it seemed to suit them
both. John had moved in with a younger man and was blissed out, he was
in love and seemed fulfilled. He told me that he could send me loads of
referrals but my waiting list was already stupidly long so I politely
refused, but it was great that I had another satisfied client.
So it was back to the grindstone for me, and as usual I was learning at
least as much from my clients as they did from me. Definitely found my
dream job, if not my dream partner. Yet...
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