I have arrived at the usual address, an old Georgian building in Dublin to meet Madam for my monthly corrective therapy. I am so incredibly fortunate to have met her just when I needed her help most. I was getting out of control, my sexuality running rampant. I needed to be pulled back down and shown what I truly need to remain sexually grounded.
Madam is very experienced at corrective therapy - she has been practicing a long time. She is in her 50's and has seen it all. She knows what younger men are like and what makes them over-react.
I ring the bell and Madam answers the door, bidding me welcome and showing me to the usual room. She tells me to change into the expected clothing for the session, which means stripping naked, and putting on a pair of denim jeans and a leather waist coat, which must be buttoned. No underwear or socks are permitted. I comply quickly and am shown to a large pillar in the centre of the room, again, as is usual. I am handcuffed, hands behind my back to a long chain that extends from the pillar and allows me to walk a short distance, stand, or sit as needed.
We begin with Madam asking me how things have been going since our last session a month ago. I tell her that things have mostly been going well, but that there was one incident that concerns me, where I was unable to control my orgasm and ejaculated my semen into the mouth of the young lady I was with. Said young lady was most offended and very upset, as was I. This is something Madam had been working on with me, as it is so rude to orgasm in a woman's mouth without this being discussed first.
Madam is not pleased to hear this at all, as she had put a lot of effort into correcting this behaviour. She tells me to sit down and to lie back against the pillar and to open my mouth. I know what is coming - oral ministrations and urine training. Madam holds to a theory that urine in the mouth will enforce in the mind the notion that one should never put liquid in the mouth of another unless it is done with discussion beforehand.
