I’ll admit it. I was very nervous entering Dr. Rodriguez’s back room. It was both a therapy room and a sex dungeon copycat. There was a humidifier. There was soft yellow lighting. There was a monstera in the corner. The wood paneling was mid century modern. But then there were also penis sculptures on the side tables. There were also adult magazines on the coffee table. But there were also images of various BDSM scenes on the wall. I was perplexed.
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“Come on in. It’s okay to be nervous. Everyone normally is. It’s okay. I want you to feel relaxed. Take a seat.” I did. The chair was ergonomic and clearly bought from a high class furniture store. It felt nice to lean back. Take a load off. Dr. Rodriguez brought me over some tea. It was still hot. I didn’t know what was next. Dr. Rodriguez took her tea and sat down across from me.
As she blew on it to cool it off, she asked a very direct question that caught me off guard. “Are you currently wearing a chastity cage?” I was taken aback. I was speechless for a few seconds. How did she know? “Yes,” I replied tentatively. “Well, okay. See the thing is, you can slip out of it, no?” I knew I technically could. While the cage was tight, in theory, if I went soft enough, I was able to slip out.
On occasion, I had woken up with my cage having slid off. Typically, I would slip it back on. Or mistress would punish me for being so stupid. Dr. Rodriguez cut off my train of thought. “If that’s the case, would you mind going to the restroom to remove it for the duration of my examination? It’s pertinent to our testing.” “Okay. Yeah. Sure.” I excused myself.
In the bathroom, I was feeling a bit uneasy. I know Hannah had put me in touch with the office Eliza worked at. It felt a bit too personal. Even if Eliza wasn’t treating me. Dr. Rodriguez seemed honest enough. Maybe if I went along with this, it could bring back a sense of normalcy in my relationship. One in which Hannah doesn’t feel the need to sleep with other men.
I slipped out my balls from the cage’s grip. It felt weird not feeling its restraint. I was betraying my mistress. But as I thought about my mistress, I grew a bit red in the face. I hadn’t particularly enjoyed her sleeping with Nick. I feel obligated to let her so she wouldn’t leave me. I wanted to prove her wrong. I zipped my jeans back up and went back into the sex lounge examination room.
I hadn’t realized how horny I was up until this point. Hannah hadn’t released me in a long while. I tried to hide my stiff boner that had grown within a matter of seconds. It was difficult but I managed to hide it in my waistband. I sat back down and enjoyed a sip of my tea.
Dr. Rodriguez explained that we were going to talk through some things. And also, we would be doing some activities. The kind where a heart monitor and various sensors would be placed around my neck and head area to see through the fog of my discontent. I was a bit thrown off as I thought that Dr. Rodriguez had been more of a sex worker than therapist. But who was I to question her? So I went along.
Dr. Rodriguez brought the medical equipment over. She asked me to take off my shirt. I did revealing my goosebump covered arms and chest. My nipples were a bit erect too as the air was indeed chilly. Dr. Rodriquez clipped the heart rate monitor behind my back. She then took some cold but soothing gel and applied it to my occipital lobe region before hooking up sensors to them. After the pads were placed, she explained that it was to monitor brain wave activity.
I also went along with this. It felt a bit compromising to be half naked in front of a beautiful woman other than Hannah. The only exception having been Mia. But surely than was a one off adventure. Dr. Rodriguez was coming over me and started to use a swab for more adhesive gel for the pads over my heart and lungs.
It was already difficult to conceal my erection. It didn’t help that Dr. Rodriguez had massive tits and they were pressing up against my naked chest. She smelled delightful. I could almost close my eyes in delight. “All right. All set. Now, before we begin, I do want to inform you about potential observations. While you may not be treated directly by Eliza, there is a strong possibility she is monitoring our activity. We’re using this data as part of a broader research program about sexual kinks and deviances. But I want to assure you, you can relax and your data is safe with us. Let’s begin, shall we?”
“Sure. Sounds good.” “So, first. We’re just going to show you some pictures. You don’t have to say anything. Just take it in and we’ll do the rest.” I had no idea what kinds of pictures we were going to be looking at. Dr. Rodriguez, with her soft, dark hands and beautiful French tips flipped the first card over.
It was just a woman in a bikini. Okay. That’s it? I didn’t think much of it. Sure, I was horny. But this wasn’t very kinky. “Don’t worry, they’ll change each round.” Okay I thought. What’s next? I started to become more conscious of the fact that I was hooked up to several monitors. What were they seeing? My heart began to race a bit. The next card came. Hannah was on it!
In her itty bitty bikini. Her tummy pouch over the top a bit. Her hips that widened and stretched the high rise orange lace panties she had on. Her pussy lips almost protruding on the sides. Her just shaved hairs of her pubic area visible. Her nipples barely covered by the very small triangles attached to string. My cock began to swell.
I didn’t realize they had pictures of people I knew. This much be some sort of new or revolutionary psychology I thought. How did they have this? The next photo was shown. It was of a femboy in cat ears and a matching catsuit. Naturally, my heart began to race a bit more. I could feel the vein in my cock pulse. Dr. Rodriguez wrote something on her clipboard.
If I hadn’t been in this position, such a picture would have me edging. I wanted to nibble on his ear. Stroke his cock a bit. Fill him up. I wanted to fantasize more, but Dr. Rodriguez had a quizzical look on her face. Her jaw structure was chiseled and looked on the more defined as she observed me like an animal at the zoo.
The next picture was more personal. It was of Mia. Her slutty little self in a clothed instagram picture with clown makeup on. I remember her taste. I was beside myself in this room. If I could sniff her ass one more time. The next picture came.
It was of a pornstar. In the picture, she was comparing two cocks. In one hand, she held a black monstrosity with bulging veins and serious girth. Clearly porn worthy. The other cock was a shriveled shrimp of a white cock. Undeserving of pleasure. Meant to be locked. I had seen the porn before. I know like everyone else who she should choose. The next picture.
It was me! Who the fuck submitted this? It must have been Hannah! Or Mia? I only asked myself because it was the picture of me licking the toilet seat when I pledged myself to Mia. Anything was fair game at this examination. I wondered what my vital signs said about me.
I looked at Dr. Rodriguez’s gaze which I could only see disappointment and curiosity in. It was unsettling. She having seen this as well as I. It felt like an expose. I should feel shame. To have a want to stick up for myself. I think I have already failed the first test.