***Author's Note: No sex. Psychological, Fetish, Power & Manipulation***
Pussy Boi
Chapter 3 Therapy
The last week in the Bahamas was excruciating. Tied spread eagle naked on a bed. Wearing the cock cage. Every twelve hours James arrived to let him up to go to the bathroom, eat and drink. Tied back to the bed. Half each day looking up. Half the day face down. He endured two more heavy beltings. He was totally broken. His brains scrambled. Horny as shit. Dreaming of Jacqueline. Fearing James. Anxious he would never see her again. Balls ready to explode. Thinking he was going to die.
Worst he was paying for this. James played a message to him from Jacqueline.
"Each day you are to pay James five hundred dollars. However, you have the option of giving James oral sex to completion, swallowing all. Subtract one hundred for each full blow job." James laughed loudly when it finished.
"Pussy Boi I last a long time. Five times a day you will be sucking my dick two or three hours. What will it be?"
"I'll pay sir." Total defeat.
Zack's logical thoughts said just make it to the airport. Then everything would be fine. Day of his flight arrived. James came and waited for him to wash and eat. While he ate James laid out a shirt and slacks. Zack hesitated when told to dress.
"What's the problem little man?"
"Uh I need to take the cage off?"
"I will give you the keys when we get to the airport. Take it off in the bathroom." Zack was a little distressed with that. But figured he could do it in a stall so not a big problem.
James had already checked him out. They got into his jeep. Zack almost jumped out before they stopped at the airport. Grabbed his bags.
"Hope to see you again Pussy Boi." James said with a big grin. Zack looked down and walked away quickly into the terminal. Got right into the short line to check-in. Got rid of his big bags. Finished, he quickly went to the bathroom. Had to get it off before going through security. The whole thing was metal.
He did not have too much time. In the stall he got it off. His dick shot to full erection. Quickly jerked off. But it stayed hard. His predicament was starting to dawn on him. Without the cage he would be hard in tight slacks wearing no underwear. Cage went into his carry-on bag. That was when he knew his mistake. They would see it on the x-ray scan! Dammit. He quickly jerked off again.
Still semi-hard he walked to the short security line. Held the bag in front to cover up. Bag on the belt. Eyes down he walked through the scanner. Made it. Man waved him through. He went to grab his bag. But a female guard grabbed it.
"Is this yours sir?" He nodded. "Step over here please." Older heavy set Bahamian lady with a thick accent. She proceeded to open the bag. Feeling around on the bottom beneath all his snacks, headphones, and magazines. She found it. He was beat red. She did not pull it out. Just enough for her to look at it closely within the top of the bag. She dropped it back in and zipped the bag. Handed it to him.
"Thank you, sir have a safe trip home." He looked up mumbling thanks. She smiled very knowingly. Zack scurried away. This was now the most embarrassing moment of his life. His trip full of embarrassments was over. He hoped.
Flights would take about six hours. Had to switch planes in Fort Lauderdale. But thank god no more scanners. Hard-on was still raging. He managed to jerk off twice again between planes. On the planes he stayed seated with a magazine on his lap. He decided he would taxi home from LaGuardia. No way taking the subway with an erection.
Plane landed at six PM. Turned on his phone and it beeped. Voice mail? It was Friday evening. No one from work should have called. He listened to a short message confirming his appointment tomorrow at eight AM Saturday with Dr. Davies. With an East 52nd street address. It was her!
In the taxi he could finally relax. Just a short walk across his building lobby. Dreaming again of Jacqueline. That night went quickly with little sleep. Jerking off constantly. He lost track, but he came more than ten times.
Six AM he got a text. Unknown number. "Bring the cage and keys in a bag. Slacks, shirt, socks, and shoes. Nothing else. Do not be late."
Zack decided to walk. Full of nervous energy. Thankfully no erection. Clutching a small grocery bag with the cage. He timed it so he arrived at seven thirty. Sat in the lobby fifteen minutes then went up. Found the suite number easily. Marked Dr. Davies.
Inside he saw no one. Sign on the receptionist window said "Sit and wait." Sitting he started to get excited dreaming of seeing her.
"May I help you?" Startled him. Did not hear her enter the reception room. He stepped right up to the window. Then froze. Young receptionist was gorgeous. Long dark brown hair framing a model's face. She looked at him questioningly.
"Uhhh Zachary here to see Jacqueline."
"Dr. Davies" she said sternly. "Do you have an appointment?" He nodded.
"What time." He managed to say eight.
"Zachary are you 'Wanker'?" He could not respond. Looked down his eyes closed. Tearing up. She maintained a normal expression but was thinking 'what a shy wanker'.
"Driver's license, insurance card, and your company ID." Without a thought he pulled them out and handed them over. She made copies of all three.
"Those look good. Have a note here, did you bring your control device." He showed her the small bag. She reached out and opened it right in front of him. Zack was mortified.
"Good. Take a seat and wait." Zack sat staring at the floor.
"Follow me." He did, staring at her ass in a tight knee-high skirt. Her figure was perfect. Slender with killer curves. His dick twitched.
The office was immaculate. Very old world. Large Mahogany desk. Floor length ornate curtains. A large leather couch opposite the desk. One expensive high-back office chair at the side of the desk. One simple straight-back wood chair facing the desk.
"Sit there." receptionist said pointing to the wood chair. She sat in the office chair.
Jacqueline looked up saying "Good morning Zachary. Ready to start your therapy?"
"Yes Ms. Jacqueline."
"Dr. Davies" the receptionist snapped.
"Zachary your manners need much work too. But first things first. This is Tamara. She is my summer intern, receptionist, and assistant. She studies psychology at NYU. Medical confidentiality applies to her too. Introduce yourself properly."
He stood and faced her bowing a little and offering his hand. "Miss Tamara pleased to meet you."
She looked at him. "Not touching that hand."
Jacqueline smiled "Tamara has been briefed on your conditions. No proper woman wants to touch a hand you spent all night masturbating with. Before we continue take off your pants and put on your cage before things get out of hand."
He did. Took a couple of minutes. It was trying to grow.
"Tamara, he masturbated around a dozen times last night. Total addiction. He will do that even if a woman is available. But with his pathological shyness only ones available are pros. We need to take strong steps. With counseling, medication, and time, we might find a way for him to fit into society. Even find a woman who will want him."
Zack remained standing through all of this. Shirt, socks, and cage on otherwise naked.
"Zachary shirt and socks off then sit. Each appointment you will strip on entry to the waiting room. Cage only. Bring a bag to put your clothes in. Give Tamara the bag. Tamara, tell us what you know about Zachary?"
"His file is empty. This is his first appointment. You advised me that you met him on your vacation. Your initial assessment is he likely suffers from severe social anxiety. He is definitely a sexual addict. Addicted to masturbation. With little or no sexual experience. Except perhaps prostitutes. You were clear that this was all based on your very limited social interaction with him."
"Excellent summary. What would you do first?"
