Ted woke up somewhat groggy. He'd slept in comfortably this Saturday morning, and when he awoke his wife was already up for the day. There was a bit of a distance between them and they hadn't been having sex anywhere near as much as they had been. There was a note on his bedside table from Rachel indicating that she was out running errands.
Ted got up and contemplated masturbating, but decided he'd eat something first. Out of boredom, he fixed himself a lavish breakfast. Why not go all out - bacon, an omelette, some toast, tea. Slowly, while looking out the window, people-watching, Ted consumed his breakfast. He enjoyed the taste, but when deprived of sex, most other pleasures lose a bit of their appeal.
Ted didn't bother cleaning up before sitting on the couch and beginning to masturbate. Just as he pulled his penis out, Rachel opened the door and saw him fumbling to put his penis back away. Rachel is that unfortunate kind of wife who doesn't believe that men should masturbate when in "healthy" relationships, no matter how long they have been deprived.
"I know it has been a while, honey, but this is a totally unacceptable and unproductive way of relieving your frustration."
Ted felt similarly, but he knew the alternative would be to simply continue feeling deprived. "I agree... perhaps we could..."
"Absolutely not, Ted. Do you know how disgusting I feel thinking of you ogling those slutty women on the internet. You aren't going to get your penis inside of me for weeks now."
Ted sulked, and felt hopeless. "Rachel, please..."
"We have to do something about your compulsion, I think. I'm going to arrange an appointment for us to see someone about this."
"Okay, honey." Ted didn't really want to see a professional, but at this point, he couldn't go on like this.
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"Dr. Melinda, clinical hypnosexologist," Ted read aloud as he and his wife walked up to the office. Not exactly the title he was expecting. Noting the strangeness of a doctor using her first name only on her office door, he wondered if she was even a real doctor.
"I think this woman's services are exactly what we need." Rachel did not intend to actually make any compromises. The reviews of Dr. Melinda were all positive and all posted by women which indicated to Rachel a certain likeliness that Dr. Melinda would side with her in any disputes, and perhaps that she would simply cure Ted of his compulsion.
They walked into the waiting room. An attractive, college-age boy served as the receptionist.
"Hello," he said. "Are you Ted and Rachel?"
Rachel nodded that they were.
"The doctor is expecting you and will be ready for you shortly."
Ted and Rachel sat down , and Ted glanced through the magazines. Mostly they were academic-seeming journals - The national society for clinical hypnosexology, the institute for sexual compulsive behavior, etc.
Rachel starting reading a book she was carrying around in her purse - it was an erotic novel, targetting middle-aged women by focusing on relatively mainstream things.
Ted picked up one of the journals at random and flipped to a random page. To himself, he read, "leveraging hypnosis to allow women verbal control over their partner's orgasms." Ted noted this was in the experimental section, but also noticed himself getting slightly hard at the thought of something so sexually explicit.
The door opening quickly spooking Ted..."Hello, Ted and Rachel I presume, please follow me."
Ted and Rachel following the doctor who was a tall dark haired women. She wore a turtleneck, but underneath she had large natural breasts that hung slightly appropriate to her age (late 30s, early 40s). She wore a long skirt that went down to the floor but fit her tightly around her hits accentuating her ass as she led them down the hallway. They reached her proper office where she sat down in a swivel chair and instructed them to sit next to one another on a couch. The sat with a bit of a gap between them.
Dr. Melinda looked into each of their eyes in turn - her unblinking, green eyes seemed to inquire into their souls.
"What seems to be the problem."
Rachel started, "Ted masturbates too much and I find it disgusting."
"I see. Elaborate please"
"The other day, I came home from running a few errands and Ted was sitting on the couch in our living room, with his penis out, presumably looking at porn." Rachel was not a shy woman, divulging all of these details with minimal prodding. Ted felt slightly embarrassed.
"How does hearing this make you feel, Ted."
Caught off-guard and slightly endeared by her question, Ted replied, "I don't masturbate very much, but given how infrequently we have sex, I really need to do something to release my frustration."