1. Therapy for Cheri


    Date: 11/21/2015, Categories: Fetish, Masturbation, Author: mattfromvictoria, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    Therapy, Part 1 It was my medical doctor who suggested that I should speak to a counsellor, or ther****t about my sexual fantasies, and how they had started to overwhelm my life. At first, I was not particularly interested in talking to anyone about this, but obviously my doctor felt that a counsellor could help me, and that not seeing one could eventually harm me. I booked an appointment for two weeks ahead, thinking that this would give me some time to get my shit together, and I could call the whole thing off. It didn't, but I kept the appointment, not knowing what I was getting myself into. I kept wanting to call my ther****t &#034Dr. Malcolm&#034 but as she explained, she was a clinical ther****t and not an M.D. or PhD, so &#034Colleen&#034 was sufficient. She kept her office in a set of rooms in her house. They were comfortable and relaxing, and helped put me at ease, which was good as I am not the sort of person who opens up easily to strangers. She explained that over a few sessions lasting a few months that we could probably get to the root of what was bothering me, and get me back on track. She took an extensive medical history from me, had me sign some forms so that she could get a medical report from my doctor, and during all of this she asked several questions about my sexual fantasies and how they had come to overwhelm me, but all in a manner that felt very safe and non-threatening. Before I knew it, I felt that I had spilled my guts to this complete stranger. ...
    She suggested that for our next session we should try some new behavioural therapy, and that we should probably plan on a two hour session. I happily agreed, and booked the afternoon off for the following Tuesday at 3pm. As Tuesday rolled around, I still had no idea what I had gotten into. I arrived at Colleen's house in plenty of time, and was asked to wait in a small room off the main hall. As I sat reading a newsmagazine, I noticed someone else enter the house and go immediately into the room where Colleen had interviewed me last week. I didn't get a good look at this person, and thought nothing much of it, other than to think that they had somehow scooped my appointment time. A few minutes later, Colleen arrived in the reception room, and ushered me into her office. She asked me if would feel comfortable with a form of therapy that was based on minimal sensory input. I was intrigued, and asked for more information about this. She said that everything, even down to the weight of the clothes on our back, provided sensory input to our brains, and therefore could impede the therapy regime. I questioned whether she was asking me to take my clothes off, and she said that if I was comfortable with this method, that I would be best if I were naked, and wearing a sl**p mask - sensory deprivation. It was either a desire not to disappoint, or a desire for results that caused me to accede to this odd request. Once I was naked, and lying on my back on the small chaise lounger (which ...
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