*** WARNING***
This story is completely made up and contains heavy cuckolding, sensual humiliation, and submissive slave domination. It's also my very first story for publication of ANY kind so leave feedback and I do apologize if my writing is sub-par.
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I'm an average looking guy with an average build in my early twenties. I'm still a virgin due to a lack of confidence, very high standards, and the fact that I was raised with religious values; it's those values which I started highly doubting recently.
I was raised thinking that sex, or even a kiss, was something sacred and should only be done after marriage; that made me pass on getting laid, making out, or getting head in my teens. Also, I thought that a girl who was not a virgin before marriage was a whore and did not deserve my attention or affection... until I met Ella.
Ella was an absolute stunner. A tall, long haired brunette in her mid twenties with blue-green cat eyes, puffy lips, a soft angelic voice and a smile that will instantly melt you... and that's without even looking at her flawless body.
Long shaved legs, perfectly round ass, beautiful soft smooth pale skin and natural C cup sized breasts; her entire body was precisely proportioned to make any guy turn his head when she walked by. She was also a fashion and make-up expert so she knew how to dress and make herself even more attractive than she already was.
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I got a job as a bartender and was her replacement. She was leaving that job as she had just graduated from college, getting her psychology degree and was going to open a Psychiatrist's office.
She showed me the ropes in her last few days and in that time, we got to know each other. She is fiercely intelligent and very perceptive; she's also older than I am so she could tell that I was into her though not in a lustful way, just an adoring way.
We exchanged numbers and met a week later. We talked for hours when we met... and then, before things moved any further, she told me she had a boyfriend and would like for us to remain only friends. She let me know that she could tell how much I liked her... she even threw a glance and a smile at my erection, which made me blush bright red.
She laughed a little then we started talking about relationships and I admitted that I was a virgin. Unexpectedly, she was very understanding and even told me she had lost her virginity to her current boyfriend. In the midst of these conversations, she offered me a free psychological evaluation and gave me tips on how to find a girl that would make me happy. I accepted her generous offer and we set an appointment for the following week.
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I went to the appointment on time and it looked like the office was not finished; she was not officially open yet. Ella greeted me with a hug (her soft and sweet perfume made my knees almost buckle) and told me that the week after her office would be open for business and that I was her very first client.
The room was empty; it only had a comfortable arm chair and a small loveseat with a large handbag sitting on it. Ella looked even hotter than usual even though she was wearing a knee-length skirt and a simple, but tight fitting, white button-down shirt. I guess her natural beauty, confidence, intellect and positivity just made me head over heels for her.
Alas, I was woefully unprepared for this session. She started asking me personal questions and she knew I wouldn't lie or hide anything from her. Questions about my childhood, my future dreams, about how I really feel about her; that's where she started digging deep. Without much effort from her, I confessed my feeling of lust and constant thinking of her on a daily basis.
"It's extremely important that you answer my next question honestly for this to work," she said. "You're a young guy and a virgin... you need and crave sexual release... do you masturbate and if yes, how often?"
I froze; never did I think I would be where I was and be asked that type of question. I tried avoiding answering but my feelings for her got the better of me and I said, "Yes, I masturbate almost on a daily basis."
"Almost?" she jested.
"Well, okay, I jerk off a lot. Every day. And I watch a lot of porn," I admitted.
"What kind of porn do you watch?" she asked curiously.
"Mostly what's new from high production line studios, but it gets boring after a while... all the girls are the same and I know a lot of it is fake," I explained.
"Do you imagine me in some of the pornos you watch?" she asked seductively with a low voice.
I stood in silence and after almost a minute I muffled, "Yes, I do." To which she tilted her head to the side and smirked.
Meanwhile, all this talk made me rock hard which she noticed and led her to suggest something I didn't expect.
"I see you are very aroused... as a matter of fact, this is also turning me on," she stated. "I'm very curious how you are in the size department," she said, intrigued.
My face was red as a tomato and my dick hard as a diamond. She pursed her lips, painted with a bright red lipstick, and said, "Take it out."
I didn't know what to do and in panic I said, "Your boyfriend!"
She smiled. "This is therapy; we aren't doing anything and I'm not cheating on him."
I don't know what came over me but as I was staring into her breathtaking, Emerald-Ocean eyes my hands moved on their own and undid my pants. My six-inch penis sprung out like a bullet.
"Oh my, you ARE excited!" she pointed out. "Take all of your clothes off now. I have something for you. "She opened her handbag next to her while I was removing my clothes. By the time I was completely naked, with my rock hard cock, out in a room, with nobody but the woman of my dreams, she gave me a pair of handcuffs and told me to restrain my hands behind my back.
"Why?" I asked, confused by all of this.
"You need to trust me and let me take charge. Imagine this is a porno and I'm the director; what I say goes. Is that understood?" She gave the statement as a question.
"Understood!" In the heat of the moment I said and did everything she asked me to, cuffing my hands behind my back and sitting down across her on the arm chair.
She put the handcuff key around her neck. "Good. Now we can begin the REAL therapy. Wait here; I'll be back very soon."
She left the room and in less than a minute, the door opened again and she entered with a handsome man in his early thirties. "This is Nathan, my boyfriend," she said.
My heart sank; I couldn't believe the predicament I was in. I was sweating bullets and shaking like it was -50 degrees.
"Relax," Nathan said.
They both sat across from me on the couch less than three feet away and Ella started talking to me while I was naked, fully erect, and cuffed.
