What a confusing weekend. It had really been weird. A lot of thoughts that I really never thought about too much before had appeared. Sure most of the videos I'd been watching through out the years had a lot of dominant women in them. Sometimes they even wore a strap-on harness with a dildo attached. To show dominance and assert power. But I had never thought about it that much before. But something had triggered me. It was probably since I couldn't touch my own dick. My mind had figured out new ways for me to receive pleasure, and the logical way was to stimulate my prostate. I knew that a lot of mistresses told their subs to play with it, and that it was said to be very pleasurable. But I had never tried it myself. So when the thought of both taking a strap-on in the ass, and then also to suck one. Suddenly came to my mind. I got a little nervous... and aroused.
The thought had come across me when I watched one of those shows. Where people date, and fuck and backstab each other in order to keep being on the show. A female contestant was talking dirty in bed with a male contestant. She was saying how she loved taking it up the ass and how she'd start by sucking him and really deep throat him good. That's when I could feel my dick once again trying to get hard.
I had never been a fan of these kinds of shows before. But since I had so much time now that I wasn't gooning. I thought that I might look at something that the girls from the office was always talking about, and I could understand how they could find this entertaining.
Going to the office and talking about naughty things you'd seen. While still being socially acceptable. Although when it came to the more raunchy scenes, the social acceptability was less certain. But the ladies at the office quite often broke that invisible line. When they talked about dates and guys they met in clubs and so on. I never took part in one of these conversations. But a lot of times I was nearby, and they really didn't mind me being there. Even though I am a guy.
I didn't know why, but they had accepted me very fast, and treated me almost as "one of the girls". I must have an unthreatening aura around me or something. That had been especially noticeable today. Right when I came to work. It felt like something in the atmosphere had changed. Of course everyone greeted me and said good morning before. But there was something in the air. I couldn't put my finger on it. Were they more friendly than usual? Did they look at me just a bit more? Then, right as I entered my cubicle I got a message. I looked at my watch which was connected to my phone. It read "Saw you coming in, I'd like to have a talk. Come in to my office." It was sent from my boss, Sandra Stress.
She was the one who hired me, and she was also the one who recommended therapy for me, she'd said that she thought I looked a little down one day. She even recommended Evelyn as my therapist. That was right around the time where I had really thought that the porn gooning had become a problem, and actually started searching for ways to take care of the problem. Both at home and at work.
But an expensive therapist was nothing I thought I could afford. So I had kindly said that I didn't think I could afford it. That's when she had offered that the company could pay for the sessions. If my wellbeing and productivity would stay high. Then the cost of the sessions wouldn't matter. She told me. She didn't want to lose her first male employee in the office. So I had humbly accepted her offer, and here we are.
So instead of start working, I left my backpack at my desk and went to Miss Stress's office room. Outside Sandra's room, her secretary sat a young woman with an athletic build.
Kitty was a couple years younger than me. But she was very confident and competent, but also a little flirty. She'd been a cheerleader in high school.
"Good morning William." She said and smiled. "Sandra is expecting you. I HOPE you haven't been a bad boy. Or maybe I do." She said with a flirty smile and a wink.
"H-hi Kitty, I'm not sure why she wanted me here."
"Then you might've been a bad boy!... I'm only teasing, go in so you don't keep her waiting."
I smiled back at her and opened the door and walked into Sandra Stress's office. It was a beautifully decorated room. With paintings and decorations around the room. A big lavish oak desk and a couch with a couple of chairs around a small table. Behind the desk sat Sandra, with her laptop in front of her.
"William, good that you're here. Take a seat, I'll be right with you."
I sat down in the couch. Sandra continued with what she was doing for a minute. Before rising from her chair and coming to sit in one of the chairs across from me. In that time I just watched her as she worked.
I had something of an unexplainable urge to know her better and be of service. Watching her walking towards me it was clear why that would be, having my preferred types. She was tall with long blond hair. Which she most commonly used to wear in a ponytail. Just like today.
She always had tailored suits. Which emphasized her great curves, of her Amazonian features. They always looked immaculate. She was a stunning woman and was in her forties. Though she was beautiful, she had a stern face that demanded respect.
Neat and orderly would be a good way to describe her. Like a headmistress of a fancy private school. This was often characteristics in many of the online Dommes I'd watched throughout the years. She sat in front of me and spoke.
"William, is everything okay?" She saw my confused look. But didn't elaborate any further. Just sat and waited for me to answer.
"Y-yes Miss, I'm okay. Has someone said that I'm not?" Had my discomfort from last week been so evident? I thought I had hid it well. But maybe I wasn't as discrete as I'd thought.
"Not at all, actually I only heard good things from all the girls. No I received an email that said that the frequency of your therapy sessions would increase from once every two weeks. Too two times a week. That's quite the difference in frequency. So something must've happened, in order for you to need the extra sessions. That's why I wanted to know if something was wrong."
"Oh right, I forgot to tell you. I should've told you earlier. My therapist Evelyn told me that with a new treatment it was necessary to decrease the intervals between sessions. In order to get the best results. But I should've asked you if it was okay of course. You're the one paying for the sessions. Which I am very grateful for! Sorry for not remembering to tell you!"
I couldn't believe my mistake. I couldn't end the treatment by myself anymore. If my boss decided that this was too much I would have to pay myself. I didn't know exactly how much it cost. But I knew therapy was expensive. So I'd probably have to take a loan or something in order to keep going. She could probably see my regret and remorse. Because she answered with.
"William you don't have to worry. You must remember that I recommended Evelyn to you. I trust that she knows what she's doing. If she thinks the best thing for you is to have sessions more frequently. Then I hundred percent support it."
I couldn't believe my luck.
"Thank you, Ma'am. Truly you don't know how happy that makes me. I can't believe I made such a huge mistake. Not asking you if it was okay or not. I guess I've had a lot on my mind." It was a uch a relief to know she supported the increase in sessions!
"I know that therapy can be a struggle, and you should know that I am rotting for you to get better. There is a change that I believe we have to make. In order for you to have less stress during your work. Since you mentioned that you had a lot on your mind." Sandra looked sternly yet with compassion at me.
"W-what needs to change? I think I can do my job properly. I'm just not used to the new treatments. So I've been a little unfocused." This might be bad.
"As I said. Therapy can be hard, and I believe you can get through your treatment. But Devine has to be my number one priority, and you've done an excellent job with marketing the male product line, and then teaching both Chad and Dick the ropes. They have really grown. So much so that since I think you need a little break from the responsibilities you have at work. In order for you to concentrate on your treatment. They can take lead on the male product line, and you can help around the office in a more general way. So that you don't have to feel overwhelmed or stressed about taking big decisions."
This wasn't good. If I didn't do my job, why would she want me in the office. Then she would have to fire me eventually. I had to prove that I was a valuable employee. But I couldn't argue with her, could I? She was so authoritative.
