Small Penis Coping Exercise; Vol 01

Christmas was around the corner, and the driveway to Amanda's private house turned white. Layers of snow coated the secluded road, and the window of her private office reflected colorful flickering lights hanging from a Christmas tree, decorating her office. She laid on the patients' couch, slowly falling asleep. A notification sound grabbed her attention for a moment.

"Last email for today" she agreed with herself.

From: College Student (Junior)

Subject: Need Help

Hi Amanda,

College student here.

I am seeking professional help for something that's been bothering me during my semester. It's sex related. I really don't know any better so I am writing to the first

registered consultant I came across online. Please let me know if you're open for

bookings. I am free most of the week, during evenings. Fridays I'm free the whole day.

For my privacy, I am writing from a throwaway email account.

Thanks!

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Amanda ran her finger across her phone, tapping a reply. She could sense some distress in the message; And since she always wanted the best for her clients, she figured a timely response would provide some reassurance.

To: [redacted]

Subject: Re:Need Help

Hello,

and thank you for reaching out.

I am a licensed therapist and any information we exchange is protected by law,

you are completely safe. You can, of course, remain anonymous - it is up to you.

I do accept clients; The sessions are held at my private house, which is also my clinic.

If possible, could you describe, even broadly, the nature of the challenge(s) you are facing? It will help me help you.

Note that as a college student, insurance should provide up to 85% coverage of any charges.

I have an opening for this coming Friday, 1:00 pm, if the weather agrees.

Amanda

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She fell asleep.

The anonymous college student could not.

He read her reply over and over again, and as night fell his eyes remained wide open, staring at the screen.

"How do I even begin...?"

His restlessness finally gave and he laid down his phone. A reply tomorrow would make more sense; Always a hesitant, he could not help but think twice.

"I'll reply tomorrow. I need to think this through. I am going to regret this."

The anonymous college student woke up in the same position he fell asleep, his phone still in his hand. It was Thursday, and he decided to skip today's classes for in-dorm studying. He brought his phone closer, and started writing a reply.

From: College Student (Junior)

Subject: Re:Re:Need Help

Hi again,

sorry for omitting details. See, I am a bit afraid of the whole thing.

I can provide details but I would much rather not do this over email as writing

this makes me very nervous. I am so sorry. Can we still book the session?

(Tomorrow, 1:00 pm)

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From: Amanda M.

Subject: Re:Re:Re:Need Help

Hello,

I understand.

We are confirmed for this coming Friday, 1:00 pm, for a 2 hour introductory meeting.

Parking is available for a private car.

You will find my address below, as well as on my website.

Amanda

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Anonymous college student felt uneasy. He did not expect the consultant to reply so fast, and for things to escalate this quickly. A face-to-face meeting? Tomorrow? With a beautiful female, only a decade or so older than him?

His thoughts were racing with each other, disassociating him from his surrounding.

"I better focus on something, anything, or I'll go nuts". He decided to get up and groom himself for tomorrow.

[Friday, 12:00 AM]

Anonymous college student got out of the shower; He was ready to head out to his car. The clinic's address was only 15 miles away, but his anxiety didn't let him stay put. He shoved a clinging car keys into his pocket, took a quick glance in the mirror hanging next to the dormitory door and headed out. The chill weather hit his nose immediately, and he quickly made his way to his car.

Amanda walked around her office, her bare feet tapped the carpeted floor lightly. Walking back and forth was soothing and meditative for her. Her phone made a sound, and a notification reminded her of an upcoming appointment.

*1:00 pm - 3:00 pm (session, in 30 minutes)*

She put her phone back in her pocket, and headed upstairs. She liked watching her clients arrive. She grabbed a coffee mug, and positioned herself next to the big window, overlooking the parking. Then, a small white private car, lightly covered in snow, slowly pulled in and turned off the engine. She closed the window curtains, leaving a small gap where she could peek.

Anonymous college student existed the car. He was visibly shaking. The freezing weather didn't help. A small sign with silver inlay greeted him to a suburban cottage:

Dr. Amanda Moore's Clinic

He climbed the small staircase and stood before the door. His heart was racing; He could feel his heartbeat.

*knock*

A moment of silence passed by. After a second, when he thought nobody heard that, he extended his arm to knock again - and heard footsteps coming closer and closer. His arm froze in place, as the door opened.

Amanda stood in front of him, giving a faint smile. She was pretty; Even prettier in person than what her online profile suggested.

"Hi. I... We... Have an appointment, 1:00 pm. I'm..."

Amanda let her smile grow a bit.

"Of course. Come in!" She nodded with her head, inviting the anonymous college student into the house. He took a step in and she closed the door behind him.

"My work space is down the stairs. You can head down and make yourself comfortable on the sofa. There's coffee machine and cookies on my desk - please help yourself and don't be shy. I'll be with you in a moment."

The anonymous college student nodded, and slowly made his way down a spiraling staircase. A big wooden desk with a laptop, a coffee machine and a cookie jar laid close to a window; the curtains were pulled. The room was lit with a yellow dimmed light. He located the sofa, just across. It was big and comfy. He sat and waited.

A minute passed by, and he heard Amanda's feet tapping down the staircase. His anxiety, forgotten for a brief moment, now turned into terror. This is the moment. She is about to ask me what brought me to her. And I will have to tell her.

I am screwed.

Amanda smiled as she looked at the nervous college student; She maintained eye contact while locating a spinning leather chair in front of him.

- "Nervous?"

- "Yeah. Haha. A bit."

- "Like everyone's first therapy session."

She sat on the chair in front of him. His figure appeared terrified.

- "So, I understand you want to remain anonymous, even with me. I will respect your needs."

- "Thank you, ah... I'm sorry about that, it's just that-"

- "There's no need to apologize. Not at all. I'm here to help you."

- "Yes. Well. Thank you. Really."

Amanda sat idle for a moment.

- "I see you're very nervous. Is it because of what you're about to tell me?"

The anonymous college student moved in his place. His uneasiness was evident, even to an untrained eye. He nodded.

- "Maybe, if it makes it easier for you, lay down and close your eyes. It's a very comfortable sofa, and it's for that exact purpose. Go ahead, give it a try."

The anonymous college student laid down, gave a final glance to the window, and closed his eyes.

Amanda's calm voice broke the silence.

- "So tell me, what has been bothering you lately? Remember, I'm here to help where I can. You will not lose anything by being honest."

- "You see. Lately, I moved out of my parents house. And I found myself pretty stressed, and so, I, like... I watch a lot of videos online."

Amanda kept her stare locked at her patient, even though he couldn't see her.

- "So you watch pornography?"

The student blushed, embarrassed.

- "Yes. Sorry, that's why it's a bit awkward for me to-"

- "No no. Again, nothing to be sorry for. I apologize for interrupting you. Please keep going."

- "So yes. I'm watching porn, pornography, to... Help with the anxiety. And I've noticed something that I really feel bad about."

Amanda leaned forward, tilting her head in curiosity.

- "I... I think my penis isn't very big, at least compared to what I see online. And I keep hearing that, you know, size is very important... To girls. I don't know. Every time I watch one of these videos, I am left shocked. Not just by how... Big their penises are, but also, like, how mine is small in comparison. I feel like... The girls at my college will laugh at me had they found out. I'm just scared. And I don't know what to do."

Amanda figured out the enigma. The refusal to disclose the reason for the meeting, the desire to remain anonymous, the dots were connected.

- "You can open your eyes now."

He opened his eyes and gave a glimpse sideways to Amanda. Her figure sat in front of him, her legs crossed, giving him a kind smile.

- "Better?"

- "Yes. Better."

The anonymous college student felt a relief. He expected ridicule, only to find Amanda's friendly figure listening to his words. They had no effect on her, it seems. Just another day at the office.

- "Now, that I know what you were going through, I can help."

She paused for a moment.

- "You see, having a small penis isn't something to be ashamed of. People are different from one another. One is tall, one is short. One is thin, one is muscular. Some men have big penises, while other men have small penises. Some men's penises are even tiny", She extended her smile. "All have a place and a purpose."

The anonymous college student's anxiety was replaced with confusion. Did she just say "tiny penises"? Wasn't she supposed to tell me that it's all in my head?

- "And I need to know where you stand."

His confusion grew with every word.

- "As a first step, let's figure this out. Are you OK with that?"

- "OK... OK with what?"

- "With me measuring your penis, of course. Length and girth measurements."

- "Are you... Really? I don't know..."

- "It is entirely up to you, but you don't need to keep secrets with me. You already bravery confessed to how small you feel your penis is. But maybe it's an unfair comparison that you're doing? I will be able to help you much better if I saw it for myself."

The anonymous college student sat back. He saw her. He herd her. But he couldn't believe his eyes and his ears.

- "Yeah I... OK. Sure."

- "A few moments and I'll be back. Just sit back and relax. I can tell you're nervous again."

Amanda stood up.

The anonymous college student sat back, looking down at his groin. "Measure"? What the hell does that suppose to mean? "Am I going to...?"

Amanda came back to the office, with a small pouch. It was filled with accessories that made clinging sounds when she placed it on her desk.

"Well", she pauses for a moment, waving towards her pouch, "I've brought with me some equipment. I want you to do something for me. Can you remove your clothes?"

The college student froze. His eyes grew wider, and he left stunned.

- "My dear student, in order to measure your penis, I need to see it. I want to see the rest of your body, too. Of course, you don't have to remove your clothes. We can call it a day, if that is too much for you..."

- "I, I'll... OK, I guess. Fine. Remove my clothes? All of my clothes?"

Amanda nodded. "Would you kindly" she added with a smile.

The college student got to the task at hand. With shaky hands, he removed his sweater. Then, the shoes came off. The shirt followed. He placed the fabrics in a neat pile on the sofa. He hesitated for a moment, then pulled down his jeans, revealing a tight black underwear. "This too?" He mumbled to the room. "Yes, that too. And your socks. You can place your pile under the sofa. We will not need it for now."

The college student gave Amanda a scared look. Her stare was fixated on his underwear area. In a quick motion, he removed his socks and placed them in his shoes. He then grabbed both sides of his underwear and pulled them down.

The anxiety turned into terror again. There he stood, completely naked, in front of a beautiful woman. His therapist, whom he just met.

The college student placed the pile of clothes under the sofa, bending awkwardly, as if trying not to reveal too much.

- "Thank you for your trust. I know it's not easy for you. I appreciate your obedience."

- "Yeah, I mean, sure. No problem"

- "Please stand up straight for me. And look down."

The college student straightened his back, and without an invitation, placed his hands behind his back. He looked down and was immediately in awe.

His penis was fully erect. When did that happen? What do I do now? How do I explain this?

- "You're fully erect. Please don't be embarrassed. That is completely normal."

The college student looked at Amanda and blushed. Her face revealed no emotions.

- "Before I proceed to take measurements, would you like to take a guess why you're fully erect?"

- "I, I don't know, It's just -"

- "You can be honest with me. Is it something you liked about me? Maybe my feet? Or something else?"

The student paused for a moment.

- "Yeah. I like your feet. If that's OK with you. And not just your feet, but... I don't know. The idea of measuring my penis. The whole ordeal."

"I see", Amanda replied. "Again, thank you for your honesty. I don't take it for granted. Even from a patient." Amanda gave him a glance. "I'm glad I kept my shoes off today. Having you fully erect makes my job a bit easier."

Amanda's words had great effect on the college student. His erection solidified, and any hopes of showing restraint vanished.

Amanda drew a ruler from the pouch and got close to the scared college student. Without warning, she firmly grabbed the tip of his penis in put a ruler right next to it.

- "I'm sorry, my hands are cold?"

- "No, they're fine. I'm just a bit... Surprised, really."

- "I understand. Now, let's see..."

With the ruler and a marking thread she measured the shocked student's penis' length and girth.

- "All done! That wasn't too bad, was it?"

Amanda questioned the student. He nodded. It wasn't too bad, after all. And almost nothing of significance, compared to what followed that day.

The unsuspecting naked student looked at Amanda as she placed the ruler back in the pouch. "You can sit back on the couch my dear" she said, without looking at him. The student sat on the couch, and looked at Amanda as she sat back right in front of him on her spinning chair.

- "So, you've come to me today because you believe your penis is a bit on the... Small side, if you don't mind me putting it that way."

- "Yes."

- "And it caused you some distress, because it made you feel...?"

- "Umm. Inadequate. A bit... Feminine. Underpowered."

- "I see. And to be honest, I completely understand why you feel the way you feel."

The students' heart skipped a beat.

Oh oh.

"I believe..." Amanda continued, gazing in her patient's eyes, "that your penis is indeed well below average. In terms of length and girth, that is."

The already panicked student desperately scanned his environment for some comfort to hang on to, to no avail.

"Of course, it works perfectly fine, as I witnessed. Just the look of my bare feet were enough to give you a rock solid erection. That is very nice indeed. You are completely healthy and in good shape."

A ray of light at last.

- "So, it's not a problem?"

The student ask, tensely waiting for a response.

"Problem?" Amanda replied. "No it is not a problem, silly you! Unless you are trying to satisfy a woman with it, it is not a problem."

The students heart sunk again. Satisfying women, yes, what else? What else would he want to do with his penis? He already knew it wasn't a problem if all he needed was to pee.

"My only concern is your... Performance during intercourse", Amanda continued. "You see, the way females get pleasure and satisfaction from vaginal sex is through friction. The penis rubs against the walls of her vagina, stimulating this nerve rich tissue, until she reaches an orgasm" Amanda explained. The student remained silent, aiming a defeated look downward to Amanda's feet. "For this, the penis must be big enough, in both length and girth" Amanda continued her lecture, crippling any hopes of the students' self esteem to bounce back. "And as we both saw, you are indeed lacking. I'm sorry if that is difficult for you to hear, by the way."

The student's disappointed look was very obvious. She looked at him with her kind eyes, saddened by his response.

- "But, that's what I am here for. I'll help you with that."

- "Can you help?"

- "Of course I can help. My aim is that with each session, you'll feel better and better about your body. I will teach you to accept the little gift you have. I don't want you to be sad, or occupied by bad thoughts."

The student was visibly confused.

"You see, you have a very small, cute penis. This is something neither you nor I can change. And from what I see -" Amanda waved her hands, "It will be very frustrating for you to try and please a woman with it." Amanda paused, trying not to overwhelm her patient. "What we can do, together, is called acceptance therapy."

The student almost broke down in tears. He will probably be sat there, be told to focus on other aspects of life, like the weather and his career, while other guys live life. An observer of the good life. An unfair deal.

"And I think I can guess what you're thinking" Amanda broke the silence. "But I'd like to hear it from you." The student held his breath, and then replied.

- "I'm just so sad. You know. It... Sucks. It suck to not be able to please women. All because of..."

- "Of your tiny penis?"

- "Ah well. Yes. Because of that."

The student sat motionless. His erection, despite the emotional roller-coaster, remained strong.

"You're missing an important detail my dear" Amanda replied. "It will be hard for you to satisfy women using your penis, through intercourse, yes. It is too small for that" Amanda let her words take effect. "But there are other ways" she continued. "Some of which we will practice during this and future sessions."

Amanda stood up. She walked to her desk and grabbed her pouch again. She drew a little plastic object. It was pink and shaped like a flaccid penis. With it she pulled a little lock and a key.

- "Do you know what this is?"

- "No?"

Amanda presented the device to the student.

- "This, this is called a chastity cage."

The student remained silent.

- "A chastity cage is a wonderful device, and I believe you will agree with me in due time."

- "So, what do you do with it?"

Amanda let a faint smile cross her lips. "It may sound intimidating at first. With a chastity cage, We can confine a penis to a fixed volume. It goes around the cock, and a lock is placed to secure it in place. Once it is on, the only way to remove it is using the key to the lock." She paused, enjoying the puzzled look on the student's face.

- "Did I manage to scare you my dear? I didn't mean to..."

- "No no, it's just... I don't understand something."

- "Yes?"

- "So... Like, what happens if, you know, you use it on someone. And then, he - for whatever reason - he gets aroused. And -

- "And an erection occurs?"

- "Yes. Then what?"

"Well", Amanda weighted her words, "The tip of the cock will hit the hard plastic walls of the chastity device" Amanda said. "in those moments, the wearer will experience frustration, embarrassment, and yes - some pain." Amanda shrugged her shoulders. "Of course, the exact response is individual, and depends on many factors. But the benefits - they are somewhat universal".

Amanda almost hypnotized the helpless student. A Chastity cage? What in the world?