My therapist is an exceedingly attractive woman. Long blonde hair, curvaceous physique, accentuated (flaunted?) by her choice in attire. Today, it was a blouse that plunged so low, I'd estimate somewhere in the neighborhood of half to 70% of her abundant breasts were exposed. The modest minority of her mammaries were testing their confines and threatening to escape at the slightest indiscretion in her movements. Classy black pencil skirt with that ass beautifully stacked in heels rounded out her Coke bottle figure. Dr. Aster is what most would consider sex personified. Not to imply that I see her and am capable of thinking anything but sex... if anything, it's worse for (a pervert like) me. I'm a hip/waist man, and hers (perched atop those thick meaty ass and thighs)... enough to completely short circuit my brain. Or more like, reroute all resources to my other brain. Suffice to say, doc has me wrapped around her little finger. In my short time seeing her, she regularly used this to her advantage questioning, probing, unearthing my darkest, dirtiest secrets and fantasies. Today's session quickly landed on such a line of questioning. Specifically, my porn habits. Which lately, amounts to a handful of subreddits... ones I would own up to viewing include r/Upskirt r/Sidelips and r/PussyWedgie (other guilty pleasures might include r/pornrelapsed and/or r/PornIsCheating). It was a rather pleasant diversion from the usual (heavy) therapy talk, we covered preference, frequency, kinks etc. She listened intently, but shuffled quite a bit, offering my thirsty eyes a glimpse of (arguably improper/too much) thigh.

I should probably back up and explain why I'm in therapy to begin with. My primary issue, hypersexuality. I've always been a horny bastard, but never considered my impulses problematic or particularly deviant. Until recently, when I became infatuated with my (adult) stepdaughter. It happened innocently enough. She was practicing handstands for cheerleading. Had gotten so proficient that she graduated to doing the splits from this inverted position. "Look dad" she exclaimed with pride. Now, I'm not sure if she was going commando, or if panties just got swallowed up in the activity, but my gaze was met with pubic hair. In that instant, it's like a switch had flipped and she went from androgynous child, to tantalizing young woman. In addition to the soft wispy blonde pubic hair, I saw pussy lips and then breeding hips, tight ample athletic ass, waspy little waist... One glance, paired with one minor wardrobe malfunction and all of her primary sex traits exploded like fireworks in the forefront of my brain... I also experienced my first shame boner (since my own adolescence so many years prior). Emphasis on shame. Listen, I love getting turned on, I love being horn(er)y, but that's, for all intents and purposes, my child, I raised her--for fuck's sake. Make no mistake, I hate myself for this. As if to pour fuel on this (already raging) fire... mere days after the wardrobe malfunction... I walk in on her masturbating with my showerhead... biting her knuckle mid-orgasm. I tried to shake these thoughts, not see her like that but it only got worse... so I decided to get help. Luck and insurance landed me with Dr. Aster.

"Are you looking up my skirt?" she asked with a knowing smile. I blushed and nodded in the affirmative. She paused for a moment pensively, and then continued "I have just the treatment method for you". "It will require sensory deprivation (a blindfold) and restriction of movement (your arms), think you can manage that"? Before I could consent she went on to say "I can't promise you'll enjoy all of the treatment, but I'm sure you'll find some aspects quite pleasant", embellishing her delivery with a seductive grin and by leaning in with that ever so boobie blouse. Not that I needed the encouragement... I tried to hide my enthusiasm by responding "whatever you think is best doc". The blindfold (more of a sleep mask) went on immediately. I then felt her firmly affix a soft cuff to each wrist and guide me blindly a few paces, clicking each cuff above my head in place with a softly whispered "trust me". I didn't quite understand what she meant until my arms were snapped into place and I realized how vulnerable I was, restrained into this "Y" position. Catching glimpses of her heels and legs out of the bottom of the blindfold as she busily moved around me. There was the sound of furniture being arranged, my ears must've betrayed me, because I startled at her hands running through my beard from behind (while sound echoed from the front)--giving the illusion of multiple people/persons in the room. "It's still me" she giggled assuredly.

"Here, let's take this off" she said, removing the blindfold. Her bust centered in my field of view, the right half of which, now exposed completely, seemed to be making good on it's earlier threats. "Oh look at that" she mused, pausing to take in the spectacle of her naked breast. Making no effort to cover herself, she continued. "Do you find me sexually attractive"? she asked, unclasping my belt. With another two swift motions and a tug, I found myself naked from the waist down. "Well, do you"? as her grey eyes pierced mine, I felt my cock swell in response before I could push any words from my mouth. The doctor's attention went to my now full erection. "I'll take that as a yes" she giggled. "You don't have any trouble getting excited, do you"? She runs her hands over my chest and thighs, whispering in my ear "that's good, get nice and excited for me, sexual arousal is a primary goal of this treatment".

"What kind of porn were you looking at again"? "Upskirt"? She teased, lifting her skirt to reveal the tiniest white triangle. Dwarfed by her magnificent hips, her little lace thong panties were a tantalizing tease of what lie beneath. Hugging her pussy so tight, very little was left to the imagination. "There's nothing wrong with being aroused" as she continued to mold herself into the image of my favorite pornography. I took in her impossibly smooth, milky, white skin, perfectly contouring this quintessential feminine form. Her thighs elicited a salivary response, had me literally drooling, for fucks sake. She consulted her notepad quizzically and uttered "side lip"? Pulling her panties tight and to the side, exposing a perfectly manicured labia. "Is this a side lip"? with a smile. "Am I doing it right"? Grabbing her panties and contorting them to let the other lip spill, then pulling them tight enough to where both lips escaped, "what was the other one? Pussy wedgie"? she smiled in pride as my jaw dropped. "That's right, want me... you need to want me until it hurts". She paused, lifting her skirt and grinding herself on my thigh while moaning suggestively in my ear. My cock throbbing and dripping precum, my mouth agape drooling... I was responding as intended.

"The clinical term for that (blue balls) is 'epididymal hypertension'... we're going to have fun working you up a nice case". The look on her face, was one of utter sincerity and something more... it was joy. She was openly smiling enjoying this. She returns to her notes, "your chart indicates you're left-handed". I let out a canned "that's right, leftie". She releases my arm accordingly, immediately enticing me with a "stroke for me then". "To be clear, we're stimulating not ejaculating". "No cumming". "Edging is encouraged though". "You know all about edging right"? I give a shameful nod. "Let's do it then, spit on it" she encouraged. "Come on, make that dick feel soooo good for my pretty pantied pussy". She continued pulling her panties up in her crack, posing from different angles... front wedgie, deep bend from behind (the shape those hips made) lips spilling out the side. "I want your balls to ache for me" she teased mercilessly, striking pose after pose. I ate it up like a man starving... feverishly jerking my dick, mesmerized by the dips in her groin, that ass, that sexy little tummy, I spent the majority (30 min) of the session compliantly and blissfully gooned out of my brain.

"Did you like that"? she whispered seductively into my ear, gently guiding my hand back above my head and fixing it in place. "Now, for the second phase of the treatment". Her tone cooled slightly. "I indulged your fantasies to induce a high level of sexual arousal". "That level of arousal, unfulfilled, is going to equate to a nasty case of blue balls, huh"? She asked with feigned sympathy. "I want you to feel desperate, needy, frustrated, horny". "Did I succeed"? She grips and squeezes my balls aggressively. I whimper, thrusting my throbbing cock in her direction. "Men are highly suggestable in this state". Indeed, just a courtesy tug would have me squirting my load and I'd be open to just about any suggestion that would see it happen. The doc reaches onto a nearby table to retrieve an implement. A kind of heavy blue rubber double ended sap or flogger, approximately 2ft long. "This is a behavior modification tool". "It's designed to provide maximum stimulation (to the pain receptors in your testicles) without damaging the delicate tissue". "I was serious when I said I want your balls to hurt". She gingerly swung her tool into my sac. A white hot pain erupted so intense I let out a silent cry. "Oh ho, ho... that smarts" she said mockingly. The ache traveled from my gonads to the pit of my stomach. I realized and perseverated on the notion "she just hurt my achy blue balls" and my cock swelled even harder, engorged to test the limits of my skin. Was I turned on by this?

"See, I'm going to use this tool to address and modify any behaviors I find problematic". She delivered another gut wrenching blow to my nuts with a loud "thud". I cried out audibly this time, "My balls"! "Yes, your balls" she responded condescendingly. "Just to establish expectations, those balls of yours are in for a lot of this". My head was swimming, I'd no doubt be in a heap on the floor, were I not suspended at the wrists. "Fetishizing accidental nudity"? "How do you NOT see the parallels with your stepdaughter"? Whack whack! A single devastating blow to each testicle was delivered. I heaved and shook violently in response, attempting to escape the pain. "I swear, it's like you don't even want to get better"... There was no time to recover, more blows came, and in quick succession. She pulled my leaking throbby cock out of the way with one hand and laid into me with her tool. "Thud, thud, thud..." rhythmically paired with my screams. Each blow reverberating from my balls, up into my (churning) stomach and abrasively following the path of my nervous system all the way up to my brain.

"Yes, scream"! "These walls are soundproof". "Scream and cry" she demands. "It's not really therapy without a good cry anyway" her assault on my testicles quickens and the tears well. "That's right, cry while I discipline your balls" "you are to reflect on sexualizing your stepdaughter, sexualizing your therapist" the onslaught continued into a realm of super stimulation "I'm truly sorry, but this portion has got to be a little traumatic to be considered effective... we're almost there" as the tears raced across my face, she encouraged "that's it, take just a little more for me" her pace and intensity with rubber flogger, sorry behavior modification tool, increased to a crescendo. The pain so intense I'm flirting with unconsciousness, a blubbering mess, slunking and seizing into my restraints. Until finally she relents, sliding the blindfold back over my eyes. "Our hour's almost up, I'm going to give you the last of it to be alone with your feelings"... and left.

I slowly regained composure in the silence. I caught my breath, the tears abated and my mental clarity returned (and with it, so did she).

"That was a lot to process, wasn't it"? she asked while letting me down. "I hate to jump to something so unconventional (not to mention uncomfortable), but you've got some really deep seated issues... you understand you need this, right"?

I honestly couldn't disagree, the pain in my balls felt... right/just/deserved. "Oh, and next week, go ahead and plan on a two hour session".