I was able to finally able to come to terms with my situation after a few minutes. I couldn’t expect Hannah to not want to chase down some cock. It was her right after all to get properly fucked. I can only do so much for mistress when I’m supposed to be locked away in my cage. I was happy somewhat with the chasity arrangement.
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Perhaps in time I could grow more accustomed to the cuckold situation. At least I didn’t have to watch. It was hard still knowing that Hannah’s pleasure was coming from another man. I didn’t know whether or not this situation would become permanent. I also needed to make sure Nick didn’t know and let him continue to think he was getting away with something.
After about an hour, my Hannah finally returned to the bedroom. My tears had dried and I was grateful to let her in under the covers. She seemed both content and exhausted. I didn’t know how to feel in the moment. She reassured me that I was still hers. All I could remember in that moment however was the deep throating noises she had been making on Nick’s cock earlier.
Hannah turned towards me and had a huge smile on her face. She gently touched my cheek. She began to make out with me. With heavy tongue. She was really getting sloppy with the saliva between us. I couldn’t help but think of Nick’s cock having just been in her mouth.
I squirted a little bit of precum at this humiliation.
As we were making out, she pressed on my cage. She smirked. She knew I was straining. “I hope you’re okay with the arrangement so far. Your pathetic little dick just isn’t doing it for me.” I understood. We resumed making out.
As we were kissing, Hannah got up and out over me and was on her knees. She then threw one leg over me and then had me in a comprising position with her pussy right above my face. She then planted her lips right on my tongue.
I knew she wanted an orgasm. I was happy to tongue the lips of the woman I love dearly. She tasted amazing and warm and the scent of sex was bountiful in the air. I was so happy to serve her. She was so wet. I felt the liquid of Hannah’s sweetness run out. I didn’t even care than she had been with another man. All I could do was taste the soft tissues of my girlfriend.
I made sure Hannah was trembling and moaning until completion. She thanked me for being such a good boy. I was proud to serve mistress. I wanted more. But it was time for her to go to sleep. She rolled over and all I could do was be her big spoon. I was still very hard.
There wasn’t much of this that made sense to me. The joyous satisfaction Hannah got from being pleasured and me lying alone in bed instead of getting to fuck her. It only made me all the more eager to tongue her tight holes. I didn’t want to orgasm. I wanted to infinitely edge myself.
I didn’t know how to feel. My mind was distressed. I had so much to think about. I thought so much about Nick’s hard cock being squeezed into my tight little Hannah’s pussy. So, through the recommendation of Hannah, I went to a free consultation with Eliza, Hannah’s friend, to see how I could maybe better my relationship with Hannah.
It was interesting to find out that Eliza is actually the right woman for the job when I arrived at her quaint office. She was in fact a sex therapist. I wasn’t sure if I should have asked Hannah to come along as well. After meeting at the desk, I had realized I was a bit mistaken. While Eliza was one of the junior psychologists of her clinic, it would be a conflict of interest.
Duh. Of course it made sense to me then. I couldn’t have any conversations with Hannah’s friend because we obviously know each other. However, they had assigned me to a Dr. Rodriguez instead of Eliza. Eliza bid me farewell and left me with some paperwork to fill out.
After completing the paperwork, the secretary finally called my name and so I could go in room three. I went down a short wood paneled hallway until I got to the door. And after entering, I was greeted with a beautiful lilac smell and fresh air from an air purifier with mist.
I was greeted by an exceptionally tall woman. She must have been nearly 6’4”. It was incredible. Before I could ask, she mentioned her dad had played basketball at a high level. Hence her height. She was a beautiful dark skinned tone woman with some black and some Hispanic features.
Her skin looked buttery smooth as complimented by her dark pantsuit befitting of someone in her profession. It was tight enough though to know she was well endowed in all areas. She smelled wonderful and of the expensive floral perfume variety. I took my seat.
“You know, Hannah has told me a lot about you already. I’m glad to finally meet you.” “Thanks. I’ve been meaning to set up a meeting with a psych doctor. I’m glad to have finally made it in.” “I’m glad to hear that. Now, I’ve been reading over some of the questionnaire answers you gave earlier. Can you tell me a little more about yourself and what brings you into my office?”
“Sure thing. Yeah….. I mean… so far.” I stammered a bit. I was sitting a bit uncomfortably in my chair. I didn’t know how I was going to open up to Dr. Rodriguez. “I’ve been having a bit of trouble in my relationship with Hannah. You know in the beginning, we used to fuck like all the time. But now….. I don’t seem like enough for Hannah.” “I see. And what makes you say that?”
“Well, for starters. Hannah has complete control over me. She keeps me in a chastity cage. She doesn’t let me have sex with her in a traditional sense. She’s over the top in her embarrassment of me. She doesn’t necessarily want to receive sex from me. I don’t think she truly respects me. And worst of all, she has cheated on me. She needs other men to be satisfied.” I slightly deeply after this blanket purge.
“Well, it sure sounds like you’re going through a lot. I, however, think an alternative therapy is what may suit you best. And I can do that for you. While I’m not a licensed psychologist in the traditional sense, I help many men like yourself come to terms with their reality.” “Wow, really? I mean, if you’re not a psychologist, then what are you?”
“Well, by all intents and purposes, many people would call me a sex worker technically. I however, would like to think of myself as a sex counselor who deals in the realm of cognitive behavioral therapy, or CBT for short. While my methods may be unorthodox, the results speak for themselves.” “Ummm, okay. And you think you can help me?” “Of course, how about I take you back into the examination room, and I’ll conduct an initiation exam. And then we’ll go from there. How’s that sound?” I wasn’t so sure. “Great! Let’s do it!”