Masturbation Addiction Therapy Ch 04 Doctors Appointment

Last appointment had ended quite suddenly and unexpectedly. I knew that Miss Strap was booking an appointment for me to have a check up, done by her doctor friend, Miss Lana Peg.

But to just have it in just two days and being told to "clean my insides". I had never done anything like that. But if it was required. I guess there was nothing to it.

I knew I said that I wanted the treatments to be over with as soon as possible. It would sure be nice to have access to my dick again. In the last session I really felt like we were making big progress, and it felt wonderful. Maybe my addiction to jerking off and gooning was soon a thing in the past.

I was over the moon. Even though I'd been told that the doctor was going to do a prostate exam. I wasn't as nervous as I thought I would be. I was actually almost eager for it.

Of course it was just because I was getting better faster, right?.. Miss Strap had said that this would speed up the process. Surely that was the reason I felt feelings of eagerness.

...

When I arrived at work on Tuesday morning there was definitely a change. My colleagues had become super friendly. I must've done a good job helping the day before. Because everyone was very happy to see me. Before I had gotten friendly 'Hellos' and 'Good mornings'. But now some came and gave my shoulder a squeeze and told me how lovely it was to see them. Other women actually hugged me, and said thing like 'Good morning Willy!'

Instead of walking to my cubicle, I walked to Kitty. The secretary that had made the list of things that I was supposed during work yesterday.

"Good morning Miss Kitty." I said with a smile.

She looked up at me and smiled back.

"Good morning to you too Willy! You look radiant this morning! Have you slept extra well or changed anything in your diet?"

Although the aching in my balls wasn't as bad as it had been last week. It'd been hard to sleep last night. So it couldn't have been my sleep. I wasn't sure if she was just pulling my leg.

"Radiant? I'm just happy to be at work!"

She persisted.

"I swear you're practically glowing! Are you sure you haven't changed your diet in some way or something?"

Then I realized, maybe the "health shot" I had taken yesterday at my session with Miss Strap had done something.

"Well I took an organic health shot yesterday. Maybe it's that. I'd never tried it before."

"That must be it!" She exclaimed. "What was the brand? I'd like to try it too! Was it any good?"

Did I really look that refreshed?

"Oh sorry it was a homemade thing. I don't have the recipe." I remembered to act if I really enjoyed it. Then I could trick my brain into loving it for real. "It was really good! But for some people it's apparently an acquired taste."

Kitty smiled hungrily and bit her lower lip.

"That's good that you like it. Could I get the number to the one who made it? I'll see if we can get it sent to the office. I think that would be amazing for us all."

Could I give out Miss Straps's number to people? Kitty was Miss Stress's secretary after all, and they knew each other. So maybe she already knew of Miss Strap.

"Sure I'll give it to you."

I gave her the number, and she wrote it in her notebook.

"Great, thank you Willy. Now I have a new list for your daily duties."

...

It was Wednesday evening and I was once again ready to go to Miss Straps house. I had prepared myself. Just like I'd been told. I'd watched a video on how to clean myself properly.

As I was driving I thought back on the previous workdays. I'd been helping around the office, and I liked all the praise I was getting from everyone. I had even begun to massage some colleagues shoulders. Which I enjoyed extra much. Then I remembered the new task I'd been given earlier in the day.

*Earlier in the day*

After lunch I was told to get to my boss Sandra Stress's office. Miss Kitty wasn't sitting at her desk outside the office, so I just knocked at the office door.

"Come in!" Miss Sandra Stress called.

"You wanted to see me?" I asked.

"Indeed, you've done excellent work the last couple of days! I've only heard great things from all of the women."

"That's nice to hear. It's rewarding to see everyone liking my help." I smiled at the praise. I looked at her, and saw her stern smile. Almost like a predator getting ready to pounce on its prey. So I looked away quickly.

"That's good that you feel that way. I knew this position would suit you perfectly. I have another job that I know will suit you even more. Would you like to help me with something as well? Not just help the other ladies in the office."

"Of course, Miss Stress what would you want help with."

I looked up to look at her again and saw what looked like a pleasurable shiver running through her body, for some reason.

"I heard you gave some of the girls massages. Would you want to give one to me too?"

I could feel my dick twitching in its cage. It felt like an honor to even touch this woman.

"Of course, if you want a massage I'd be happy to give it to you. Are your shoulders sore?"

"Actually I've walked to a couple meetings and my legs and feet are really tired from walking in my heels. So I would love if you could relieve that soreness."

"O-of course, w-where should we be? The couch?" This felt unreal. My hornieness and eagerness was reaching new heights.

"No I need to keep working, I have a couple of important things I need to do. So if you could be a dear and crawl under my desk. That would be wonderful. Then I could keep working as you did the same."

Did she want me to... wow. How could I refuse? I couldn't, and I didn't want to either. "I-if that is what you w-wish, Miss Stress."

"That is exactly what I wish, now be a 'Good Boy' and crawl under here."

Even though I only had to go around the table and crawl the last meter. I went down on my knees right where I stood and started moving forward on my hands and knees. It was like I was in a trance where my body moved on its own. But it wasn't unpleasant. I was extremely eager.

When I came around the desk I saw Miss Stress roll back her chair so that I could get beneath the desk. I saw that she was wearing a skirt and pantyhose and the high heels she'd talked about. I continued to crawl under the desk then turned around so I was facing the opening.

The part of the desk that was at my back was also solid oak, and if you came through the office door you couldn't see me.

"I really liked you on your knees. But you'll have to sit on your butt with your back against the wall in order for me to work at my desk."

I quickly rearranged myself to sit like she'd said. It was a bit tricky in the confined space. But I managed. Miss Stress rolled the chair back to where she'd been sitting. Which made her knees come close to my face, and her feet come right next to my crotch.

"Now be a 'Good Boy' sit there quiet and massage my legs and feet."

The urge to do what I was told was strong, and I couldn't believe my luck. The Amazonian woman that I had been gooning and thinking of for so long had wanted me to touch her, to relieve her of aches and pains. To make her feel good.

I'd have to thank Miss Strap for helping me improve. To see that helping others is so important and to not focus on my own pleasure.

Although sitting here was rather pleasurable. I could feel my aching dick and balls. But didn't focus on them. My full focus was on giving pleasure.

I had just started kneading, when a knock came on the door. I momentarily froze.

.....

"Come in!" Sandra half yelled. William had stopped the wonderful massage. So she took her right leg, the one that William wasn't holding and slowly pressed her foot downward. Until it reached his groin. That seemed to wake him up and he started moving his hands once more.

In walked Chad and Dick. Both of them were good looking men, well built and confident.

Sandra liked the look of them. She said.

"So, you young men wanted to tell me something?"

Chad answered.

"We have an idea for two new underwear lines, that we think can fit perfectly for the company brand."

"Okay, let's hear the pitch." Sandra said amused. Drawing back her left leg, representing the other for William to massage.

Dick began.

"So most of the different female underwear and lingerie that we sell are more on the risqué side. Quite daring, being very feminine and lacy or very minimal and erotic."

Chad continued the pitch.

"We think that the male underwear could made a bit of the same. Sure the once we are selling is very stylish. But they are quite ordinary in their appearance."

Dick continued.

"We propose two different lines. Where one is very manly, where we really accentuate the genital area. Trying to make it as impressive as possible, and have proper men in the adds."

Then Chad said the last part.

"And the other line is for women that want their man to wear something... a little less manly, and maybe a little more risqué."

William couldn't see it. But there was a fire that started burning in Sandra's eyes. When she thought of a great new job. For her new little helper.

"That was a great pitch! I really like the idea. I think there's a market for both of these products. Go to Linda at the design department, tell her that I want her to design a trail version of the more risqué kind first."

Chad and Dick both smiled. Knowing that this could lead to a big bonus if the product did well. There well presented pitch had gone down swimmingly.

"We'll make sure to tell her." Chad said.

"Great job once again, you two. Willy really taught you well." As she said this, she used her toes to press off her shoes. Then pressed her toes down on to Williams crouch and pressed lightly with one foot. The other one she raised, making it clear for Williams to start massaging her feet.

Dick softly chuckled.

"Yeah the little guy sure knows his stuff. He's been an inspiration for this whole idea actually."

"Oh, how so?" Sandra asked intrigued, but thought she knew where it was going.

"Well." Dick continued. "Since we joined the company we noticed quite the difference in me, Chad, and Willy. Being the only three guys at the office and all. He never really flirted with the women around the office, and both me and Chad have been having fun with the females from the first week."

Sandra knew they'd been hooking up with a lot of the women working at the office, and was happy that everyone had treated it as casual hook ups. That no hostility had formed.

"I knew you two were a couple of horn dogs. Since the day I hired you!" Sandra said a little sternly yet with a glint in her eye that made both know that she approved.

"We sure are!" Chad said. They all laughed.

"Anyway Willy, is a great little guy. But he needs a little help with the ladies. But he isn't the manliest of guys, and I recently was with a girl. After we fucked she wanted me to wear "naughty underwear"." Chad made quotation marks in the air. "And I thought that there was some guys that would fit the prescription the girl wanted. I certainly didn't."

"So you think that this new product might give Willy an edge in obtaining such a woman?"

"Yeah if he's into that kind of stuff." Chad said. "I mean he seems like a good guy. But ladies isn't his strong suit. Maybe if guys like him are interested in females like that chick. He could be more successful."

"It's great that you guys are looking out for him, now that you're in charge of his former job. I'll make sure that he knows that. Now go and tell Linda to design a prototype as fast as possible." Sandra gave them a nod.

They both left the office and closed the door.

"Did you hear all that? Wasn't it thoughtful of them to want to help you out?"

.....

I had listened and massage the whole while. I think I'd heard everything. But when Miss Stress had taken off her shoes, her skirt had ridden up a bit. Plus she'd spread her legs a little. Which gave me a perfect view of her lacy somewhat transparent panties. I had massaged her legs and feet without being able to take my eyes off her.

"I-I did. They were very thoughtful." Agreeing was good. She'd would like if I agreed.

"Were they right in assuming that you'd agree to wear that kind of underwear for a woman?" Sandra closed her legs.

My muddled mind came somewhat back to me.

"Uhm, I mean maybe. It depends on what my relationship is with this woman, I guess." I kept kneading Miss Stress feet.

Sandra pushed the chair back. Looking at William under the desk.

"Say Willy, have you ever thought of modeling?"

...

The clock was 18:55 when I knocked on Miss Evelyn Straps door. I couldn't believe that Miss Stress wanted me to model. I had never done anything like that. Especially underwear, that must feel so revealing and uncomfortable. But I'd said that I could maybe try. How could I deny her?

The door opened and in the doorway stood Evelyn. But she wasn't wearing anything like she'd worn before. This time she had a beautiful red low cut dress that almost looked like a gown. High heels that matched, and was really dolled up. Her makeup and hair were done immaculately.

I could do nothing but gape and stare in awe.

"That's a good rating." Evelyn said with a smirk. "Hope my date will find it as good as you Mr slack-jaw." She said with a wink and a grin.

I closed my mouth.

"Wow, just wow. That's one lucky man!" Everything looked great. But her cleavage draw my gaze as always, and my aching dick and balls made themselves more present in my mind.

Just then a car stopped at the street behind me. Evelyn looked past me and then back at me.

"My ride is here, go inside and met Lana. Remember to be a Good Boy, and listen to her. She's a professional, and you wanted this."

She walked forward, this time I didn't receive a full hug like last time. But like last time I was standing on a step below. She took one arm around me and kind of sideways gave my head an embrace. Which once again pressed my head into her chest. But instead of being in between her lovely soft tits. It was on the outside of one of them. It was still amazing but it didn't last as long. I could smell her wonderful womanly perfume. Wow.

"Take care now Willy." Evelyn said, stopped her half hug, and walked past me.

I looked back and saw a new looking Porsche standing in the street. Then saw the alluring open back of Miss Straps beautiful dress, and her swaying hips moving as she walked away. Lucky man indeed. I sighed, really feeling the ache. Turned around and walked inside.

"Hello?" I said unsure. "Doctor Peg?"

A woman appeared from the office where me and Miss Strap had our sessions. She was definitely shorter than Miss Strap, a little shorter than me as well. She was more cute rather than sexy. But she was definitely good looking. She had quite the pair on her as well. But had a doctor's coat on. So it hid her body quite well.

"You must be William." Doctor Lana Peg reached out her hand for a handshake.

I took it, she had a firm grip. Firmer than my own. But had a very unthreatening aura. She smiled very kindly, and I felt like she could be trusted right away.

"Yes, that's me." I answered and smiled back.

"Good to meet you, Evelyn told me a little about your situation. But I want to make sure I don't have anything wrong. So you can just follow me and we'll start the check up right away, and I'll ask some questions along the way. Does that sound good to you sweetie?"

I really liked this woman.

"That sounds like a good plan." I answered, and followed her.

She sat on the couch and patted on the couch for me to sit next to her. I sat down.

"I'm going to be administering a full physical on you today William. Are you okay with that?"

"To be honest, I'm not quite sure what that means. But I think that it's no problem."

"It means that we're going to do a lot of tests. To ensure your health and wellbeing is in good order, and that it stays that way."

That sounded pretty good to me.

"Well then I'm all for it Doctor! Give me what you got." I said and smiled.

Lana's perfect white teeth showed in a big smile.

"Then let's begin."

She had a bag, kind of like a knapsack. To her other side. She turned and opened it up. I couldn't see inside. But she drew out a stethoscope and a blood pressure cuff. She placed the stethoscope around her neck and then drew the Velcro apart from the cuff.

"Hold out your arm. First I'm just going to measure your blood pressure." She pumped up the cuff.

"115 over 70. That's good. Nothing out of the ordinary. Let's check your pulse. Can you lift your shirt up for me. Actually why don't you take it off, so you won't have to hold it."

She said it in such a casual manner. That it wasn't even a question that I felt would refuse. I took my shirt off and sat with a hair upper torso. She took her stethoscope and placed the ends in her ears.

"This might be a little cold." She placed the stethoscope to my chest and looked at her watch for thirty seconds. Then removing the stethoscope from her ears.

"You have 90 in pulse, which is a on the high end from just sitting. Are you a bit nervous or excited in any way?"

A mild ache was still present from before. But her confident manner had made me feel safe and calm. But not as much as I'd thought I suppose. I couldn't come up with an excuse for why my pulse was high.

"I was a little excited before, but I'm okay now."

"What got you excited? If you don't mind me asking."

I might as well tell the truth, she was a doctor after all.

"Miss Strap was very good looking in her dress. That made me a bit excited I guess." I said, feeling my cheeks starting to flush red.

"Oh I see." She looked up. Still holding her hand to my chest with the stethoscope for some reason. She saw me blushing.

"I can understand your excitement. She looked like she needed to get piped down real good."

I didn't understand. Had she looked like she needed to get quiet? In a good way?

Lana saw my questioning look and grinned.

"You don't know what the term means?"

"I guess I don't." I answered somewhat embarrassingly.

Lana smiled once again. With a mischievous smile.

"To get piped down real good. Means that the man she's with is going to be laying pipe. In other words, fuck her real good."

"Oh..." I once again thought. 'Lucky man'. And Doctor Peg could really be quite crass.

I hadn't noticed her putting the stethoscope back in her ears. But I saw her once more listening. After a while she took them out.

"Sorry for being a little brutish there. I just needed to see how your pulse changed. It became faster as expected. But within reasonable amounts."

She took off her stethoscope and put both that and the cuff back in her bag.

"Now we'll do the more intimate part of the procedure."

What was she going to do? Miss Strap had made me prepare for a rectal exam, and I got a little nervous. Doctor Peg could see my nervousness.

"Don't be frightened sweetie. The first thing I want to check is your mouth and throat. I'm going to take good care of you. I know what Evelyn told you. But I promise. I'll ease you in to it. You might even enjoy it." She said a little playful and winked.

She was so trustworthy. Which really helped me get less nervous. I felt like the playfulness was to ease the tension, and I didn't think of it as unprofessional.

Lana produced a spatula and a small flashlight.

"Now open your mouth and say 'Aaah'."

I did as I was told. Opened my mouth and said.

"Aaaaaaaah." As Doctor Peg placed the spatula on my tongue, lightly pressed down. Then shone with the flashlight and looked inside.

In her casual tone she asked while still holding my tongue down, and looking inside.

"So I can't see any bruising. That's good, and it looks like you can really open your mouth wide. That's very good. How is your gag reflex and how are you at holding your breath?" She took out her spatula.