Masturbation Addiction Therapy

Authors note. This is a Femdom story with a corruption theme and many different kinks that has femdom at its core. If that's not for you. No need to write anything bad about it, or even read it. But if you like it or/and you have constructive criticism. Feel free to comment what you thought about it. That is much appreciated.

"....." Means that William isn't thinking straight and a change of the perspective from different characters may differ. End authors notes.

My hands moved by them self, it felt like I didn't have a will of my own. Deep down I knew that this wasn't healthy for me. I had been going to therapy for Christ sake, for just this problem. My hands kept fiddling. This just felt too good. The video on the screen, the sound coming from my AirPods. It was all too much.

As flashing letters that rapidly changed on the screen, while various erotic short clips appeared and disappeared, and simultaneously I was told what to do by the sexy female voice combined with rhythmic beats in the background. She told me that I was a good boy, listening to her every word.

I couldn't help it. This just felt too good. Why was this bad?

In the end I came as usual. Just the way that the female voice ordered. Looking at those clips and words flashing on the screen. With a wave of pleasure I erupted and as always the "post nut clarity" came crashing over me, and with it... shame.

I KNEW this wasn't healthy. Watching gooning videos had been the reason I started therapy. Sure I had always been jerking off a lot. But I really felt like I'd gone down a rabbit hole and wasn't able to get out.

After two months of therapy. Where I had went to my therapist once every two weeks. I still didn't feel like we were making any progress. It felt so shameful talking about my behaviors and kinks. Especially to such a beautiful woman which my therapist was. The first time I met her, I couldn't believe my luck. But when she started asking those embarrassing questions. That might be needed for her to understand how to help me. I wish the couch could swallow me whole. Or that my therapist would be an old man. Then maybe I wouldn't feel so embarrassed... but. I have always been good at listening to what other people say. Especially people in an authoritative position. Like my past teachers or the cops, I realized then that, that also included my therapist.

I had answered every question as best and as honest as I could. She had always told me that it was okay, and I shouldn't feel embarrassed, and that everything spoken was strictly between me and her. Which of course was reassuring, but didn't make my answers any less shameful.

So since I felt like we hadn't done much progress I decided that today was going to be my last session. I would go in and tell her.

I knew this was my own fault, that we hadn't made any progress. But maybe there was some other way then therapy to get better.

...

I parked my car feeling quite nervous. I wasn't good at confrontation. Confronting someone in an authority position was something I couldn't remember ever doing, and this was her own turf, literally.

She had her practice in an officeroom in her own house.

But she was really good natured I must admit. She had made me trust her, and it felt like she really did want me to get better. But I still watched a lot of those videos, and couldn't help it.

I stood at the door took a deep breath in, and out. Then knocked on the door.

The door opened a minute later and to my surprise it wasn't Evelyn Strap, my therapist. It was a big black brute of a man. With me standing on the step below the entrance, the height difference between him and me was emphasized even more.

Although he had his hulking mass, thinking he truly was a brute. He smiled down at me quite friendly. Maybe a little self assuredly. "Hey little guy, lost track of time with Eve. Hope you have a good session." He said with a smile maybe a little smirk. He pated me on the shoulder twice, with his big hand. Then he just passed me and left the door open behind him.

I just stood there a little stunned. That interaction was a little embarrassing. I hadn't said a word. He called me "little guy" and I had just stood there. Maybe he didn't mean anything bad by it. Sure I wasn't that tall and quite skinny. So little guy fit my prescription, especially for such a large man. Standing above me.

My thoughts got interrupted by Evelyn. I hadn't noticed her walking up her hallway to the doorway. It felt like she just appeared in front of me.

"I'm sorry about that William. Jamal wasn't supposed to stay this long. We lost track of time... anyway, I'm glad you're here for your session. Come in and take a seat."

I looked up at her with amazement. Still standing on the step below the entrance she was standing looking down on me with a warm smile. But she wasn't wearing her usual uniform, which was pants a jacket and a blouse that was buttoned up to her neck. Sure they were stylish but very professional looking.

Today she was wearing fishnet stockings a tight pencil skirt that finished above her knees and a blouse. But since she wasn't wearing her jacket I could clearly see her curves. Which was amazing, but the biggest difference about her blouse was that it wasn't buttoned up all the way. She must've forgotten the last four buttons. Because her quite large cleavage was showing in what must have been a push-up bra. Because they had never been so prominent before.

Luckily she turned and walked inside again towards her office. Because I couldn't find the words to say anything coherent.

I looked at her round skirt covered ass that she hadn't been able to hide on previous sessions. Like she'd done with those amazing tits.

This was always a highlight of every session. Watching her swaying ass moving back and forth, back and forth...

I snapped out of it. I hadn't greeted her either. I had just stood there slack jawed. I picked my jaw off the floor and followed her inside. I closed the door.

"It's okay ma'am. But I can't fathom what kind of problems he had to be needing your help." I realized this could be perceived as she was bad at her job. So I quickly added. "Meaning nothing ill towards you of course. Just the he felt very confident."

I seated myself in my regular seat on the couch and looked at Evelyn sitting in her armchair.

She looked at me studying me for a couple of seconds and answered.

"We all have different kinds of problems that we need to deal with. I help Jamal with relieving his stress and his pains. So that he can put his mind at ease." She said with a warm smiling, almost dreamy expression.

"Some patients need different treatments to be able to function properly, and sometimes I just lose track of time. But enough of that. Let's talk about you. How have you been since our last appointment?"

I guess it was time. I was always as honest as I could be, and I just had to bite the bullet. I took a deep breath and started talking.

"Well I have been thinking quite a lot, and I decided yesterday that I don't feel like I'm improving any. That maybe this isn't working. I think that maybe we should quit. Since I'm such a hopeless case." I said looking down at my feet. That didn't come out as straight forward as I hoped but at least I had said it.

"William look at me." I looked up. "Of course you're not a hopeless case. These things take time. Breaking a habit is really challenging. Especially if you've been doing that habit for as long as you have. Addiction is something a lot of people struggle with. It just takes its form in different ways. I have to ask you, before we begin. This decision to quit therapy. Was that taken right after you ejaculated?"

She knew me too well. I felt myself starting to blush. That was one of those embarrassing things I did, when it felt like I had been naughty.

"Well... yes it was, but it's when I feel like I can think the clearest. When I can stop thinking about touching myself. I mean it's called post nut clarity!"

"I know that it can feel like that." She answered. "But in your case it's not that simple... When a man and a woman have sex and the man orgasms inside her. That is where this "post nut clarity" stems from. In the man's mind, he feels like he has accomplished something. That he has spread his seed, and claimed this woman.

But when you so called "goon" and condition yourself to go deeper and deeper and drop"

*SNAP* Evelyn snapped her finger in front of me. Just like so many of the goddesses I watched did.

"And then when you've edged for so long and you're finally about to squirt. Your mind is so full of all these naughty thoughts. That when you make your little worship puddle.

Your inability to be that man who fucks and claims that woman is so far from your reality. That the shame comes bursting in. The previous thoughts get replaced by self loathing, and you make choices based in shame, and not rationality. Can you see how this is a more accurate view?"

It did make so much sense. She had never made so much sense as she had right now! My eyes had been moving from her eyes to her mouth, down to her cleavage during her monologue, and realized that I was staring when she asked her question. I could feel myself blushing again. Embarrassed like I'd been caught with my hands in the cookie jar.

"Sorry... yes I uhm... think I can. It's just so hard to not do it. I truly can't control myself." I looked down and almost felt like I was going to start crying.

"I can understand why this is hard for you, and that you truly want to change your life for the better. But I have to know if you are ready to do anything to achieve this. There are methods that I haven't used that can be extremely effective. But they do require a lot of sacrifice, but I can't think of another way to help you as effectively with your deep, deep addiction then with this treatment." Evelyn said with warmth in her voice.

I looked up and saw her expression. She looked like a mother consoling her child when he's been bullied. She truly radiated with a loving trusting aura.

"Wha.. what would I have to do? I really, really want your help. Please help me ma'am!" I felt desperate. From thinking that this was to be my last session, to thinking that now I needed therapy more than ever.

"There's a lot of things that you'd have to do. But the first thing would be to sign a paper. Where you agree and consent to this treatment. Where it says that I will be your therapist and that you'd follow my treatment plan. That you'd be open to try the treatment plan in order to change your life.

Does that sound like something you'd want to do?"

Why hadn't we done this sooner? Was the treatment that challenging? Of course I wanted to change my life! That's why I came here in the first place. To improve myself and stop this addiction.

"Yes it does! Do you have a paper ready?" I said hastily.

"I do, I can see that you're eager, I haven't seen you this entusiastisk before! It's wonderful to finally see you taking your therapy seriously. But I have to tell you. These methods can be very intense. But they do undoubtedly have impacting results very fast." She stood up and walked to her desk. My eyes instantly focused on her ass. Her tight skirt really clinging to her butt. It almost felt like she was swaying her behind more than usual as she walked. But that must've just been my imagination. This was a dilemma. I had noticed that I'd been hard since I caught myself staring at her tits. I couldn't think clearly when I was horny. I just had to relax and stop focusing on her amazing features... She opened a drawer and leaned forward a bit looking through papers. The way she was standing made her ass even more prominent. I couldn't help myself from looking.

She kept rummaging through the papers, and spoke.

"There are a couple of pages. Every page needs a signature on the bottom. Just for legal reasons." Her hips started swaying back and forth. "It's good if you read everything, but if you feel unfocused, just read as much as you feel like." I was having trouble focusing on her words. My head started to do less thinking, and my smaller head between my legs had a mind and will of its own. Which had evaluated what part of my body that needed more blood, and the smaller head was winning.

She turned around and I swear that her cleavage had gotten bigger! Was there one more button undone? How had that happened? Or was it just wishful thinking.

She leaned forward and placed a small stack of papers in front of me. I didn't look at the pages. I could only focus on her cleavage so close to me. But when she sat in her armchair I snapped out of it and realized what I was doing. I could feel my face once again starting to blush red and I looked down on the pages. The headline read "Treatment contract."

"This is the papers." Evelyn said. "Feel free to read as much as you want, I'll just wait for you to finish." She crossed her legs. Which made me look at her gorgeous fishnet clad legs.

Below the headline it said "Summary of contract. In these documents it clearly states the treatment plan. Who is responsible for administering said plan and who is the patient. How long the treatment will at least last for. The requirements of the patient and obligations of the therapist/doctor. Under what circumstances the treatment can be aborted, and how often a release may occur."

All this sounded very formal. I glanced up from the papers. There was Evelyn leaning back in her armchair. Glowing with her warm smile. Her deep cleavage on full display. I felt myself really wanting to start this new type of therapy as soon as possible, and not keep her waiting for too long. But I knew that I should at least skim through the papers. I had read somewhere that you can get the gist of the meaning of the text, if you read the first and last sentence of each paragraph. So I decided to try that.

The first and last sentence of the first paragraph read. "The most important thing is for the patient to listen to their therapist and doctor... The patient must follow all off the instructions they are given." Next paragraph.

"The duration of the treatment depends upon how deep the addiction is and how well the patient acclimates to their new treatment plan... If the patient doesn't follow instructions, the treatment can go on for as long as it takes to get the wanted results."

Next paragraph. "The therapist and doctor will have to follow their best judgment and make a decision based upon their patients true nature in mind... It's not always the easy thing that is the right thing." Next paragraph. "A release should only be administered if the patient has been extra good... But the device should most often only be taken off for hygiene purposes." I flipped through the pages. Above the last paragraph there was a headline reading "Cancellation of Treatment." So I decided to read that in full. So I knew how l could stop the treatment if I felt like it wasn't something for me. I doubted that would be the case. But regardless. It read. "If the therapist and doctor feels like this isn't what the patient needs. They can decide to cancel the treatment at any time. Sometimes the patient doesn't fit the intended therapy, and that is something completely fine. But if the patient feels like they want to quit the treatment, it isn't always safe to abruptly stop. So the patient needs to complete a test in order for the therapist and doctor to decide if cancellation of the therapy is the right thing to do. If the test is completed satisfactory and the therapist and doctor feels comfortable ending the treatment. Then the treatment can be cancelled."

I had a couple of questions from all the text I'd read. Although I skipped major parts of the text I thought I had a pretty good understanding of it. I asked my first question.

"It says something about a therapist and a doctor in several places. Isn't it only you and me who are part of the therapy?"

"In the beginning, in most cases there is no need for outside help. But in special cases there is indeed a need of outside assistance. Most often a professional doctor is the required person. In order to do a proper assessment of the patients physical condition. I may need help with other parts of the therapy as well. From skilled professionals. But rest assured, you can be completely relaxed that your treatment will be done with care and understanding, and complete confidentiality between you and me and the professionals I might have to bring in." She smiled and uncrossed and crossed her legs. My mind froze. I might have seen a little bit of heaven. Wasn't she wearing any panties? Had that been a little bit of a shining pussy I'd seen?...

*Snap* Evelyn snapped her fingers "Earth to Willy, are you in there?"

I snapped back from my momentary trance.

"Ye-yes of course Miss Evelyn. M-Miss Strap I'm sorry.. uhm. I'm glad that you only bring in professionals, and only if they're needed... I read something about the treatment could go on for a long time if the patient was really addicted... you know how I feel about my addiction. Do you think it will take a long time for me?" I asked a little glumly.

"It all depends on how well you can follow the treatment plan. Every patient needs their own specialized treatment. Depending on what their addiction is and how severe it is, and I'm going to be frank with you. Since you feel so negatively towards your addiction and how long you've been dealing with it. This treatment can take some time, before I feel that you've completely come to terms with yourself. But that shouldn't concern you I think. Because the reward of being cured of your self loathing is so high, and acceptance of your addiction and a peace of mind with your true nature, is something you'll always be grateful of receiving I think."

That did sound like a good risk/reward way of looking at it. Some peace of mind while not feeling guilty would be fantastic.

I tried to remember what more questions I had thought of. I knew there was something I had thought about asking before the last paragraph. But I couldn't remember what it was, just that I had thought it was an important question to ask. But looking at Evelyn my mind couldn't form straight thoughts. Her short skirt, long legs, deep cleavage and warm smile messed with my mind. So I asked the last question I could remember having.

"Stopping the treatment seemed like it was quite difficult. Why can't I choose myself, if I want to stop the treatment?"

"Since you've read the papers you should understand that some parts of the treatment are going to be difficult. But you have to focus on the end goal, and that might be hard sometimes. So if you were able to quit whenever you wanted. Your treatment could have the opposite effect. Instead of acceptens, understanding and being able to live a life with purpose. You could go further down your uncontrolled addictive path that you're helplessly going down towards. But if you truly weren't meant to complete your training and really wanted to quit. I bet you would pass the test you have to do in order to quit, with flying colors." She smiled.

Oh how I loved that smile. Especially combined with her attire. It made her look slutty yet endearing.

All that had sounded quite serious. But as she said. I had to focus on the end goal. A life with true purpose was something I wanted!

"Okay then!" I grabbed the pen that was laying on the table and started signing the bottom of each page. I realized while signing I had skipped quite a substantial amount of the text. Maybe I should've read more. She counted on that I was agreeing with everything. But my smaller head was doing most of the thinking, and the sooner those signatures were done. The sooner I would be able to have my undivided attention towards Evelyn. I signed the last page and put the pen down on the table. Then leaned back in the sofa. Smiling widely towards Evelyn. She smiled back at me and I thought I saw something in her eyes, just for a moment. Was it lust? It reminded me of the clips of women down on their knees seeing a big cock appearing right in front of them. Not the facial expression with amazement and shock. But the one where you can see it's making them wet. But soon I didn't look into her eyes. Because she was leaning forward rearranging the pages. Which ment her push-up covered tits was out. Her blouse was hanging down making her lacy white bra very visible. I could hint the edges of her areoles at the top of her bra, and the nipples right below the fabric.