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PeterFile#12: WHAT THE DOCTOR ORDERED


	(Editor's Note: Secondary sexual dysfunction is a
	frequent consequence of excessive masturbation, and premature
	ejaculation is one of the most common clinical manifestations.
	Two complimentary processes are at work: frequent masturbation
	lowers the ejaculatory threshold and accustoms the sexual organs
	to non-coital emissions, thereby setting the stage for praecox
	ejaculation; and the moral degradation of masturbation leads to
	lowered self esteem and increased anxiety with women, resulting
	in almost unbearable tension when presented with coital
	opportunity. The result is a loss of normal ejaculatory control,
	and a habitual masturbator is often unable to accomplish sexual
	intercourse even with a willing and understanding partner. Usual
	therapeutic measures are not effective, and the sufferer is well
	advised to seek a therapist who will take into account the
	special dynamics of masturbation-induced premature ejaculation.

		-- Dr. Margaret Wilson, Registered Genital Therapist)


	In graduate school I really tried to develop a more
normal sex life. I knew it was impossible to break my
masturbation habit, but I hoped that I could learn to have
normal sex with girls at least some of the time. I was still
morbidly shy around the opposite sex, but I became good friends
with Brenda, a nursing student, who (to my surprise) seemed
attracted to me. After a couple of dates we wound up alone at
her apartment and I knew now was the time. I was terribly
nervous about having sex, but Brenda was a take-charge kind of
girl and, with her leading me every step, we began to make love.
But just when I was about to enter her, an irresistible urge to
let go seized me, and I spilled my essence at her threshold,
leaving her wet, sticky and frustrated.

	Brenda was very understanding about it all, and
patiently allowed me several more chances, but each time I
became so nervous that I spurted before I could penetrate her.
We tried every remedy we could think of: creams, pills,
constriction devices; but nothing seemed to help. As we talked
about the problem, the whole secret of my masturbation habit
came out, and as a nurse Brenda began to understand. She
suggested that I see a sex therapist she knew who specialized in
treating men with premature ejaculation. I was reluctant to see
a doctor about such an embarrassing problem, especially since it
involved my shameful habit of masturbation, but Brenda insisted,
explaining that the doctor was very famous and known for using
the most advanced methods. She would make the appointment for me
and explain the problem ahead of time, so that all I had to do
was show up and the doctor would take it from there. Being
desperate to try anything, I finally agreed.

	On the day of my appointment, I entered the spacious,
modern office and announced myself to an attractive young woman
seated at the receptionist's desk. She checked her appointment
book and smiled. "Oh yes, you're Peter, Brenda's friend. She's
told us all about you!" I blushed, realizing what that meant.
"Go right on in, Peter, Dr. Sphincter is waiting for you."

	I'm not sure what I expected to see as I stepped into
the doctor's private office, but I surely wasn't prepared for
the incredible sight I encountered. Instead of a middle-aged
medical doctor dressed in the usual cool-white uniform of the
medical professional, I saw a devastatingly beautiful Amazon.
She was wearing a black leather garment that covered her hips
and waist like a long corset, hugging them tightly. The corset
made no attempt to hide her spectacularly large breasts, which
jutted proudly bare. A leather strap rose from the front of the
corset, running up the deep cleavage between her breasts and
spreading them slightly apart, until it joined a band encircling
her neck. Her feet were shod in black leather boots which rose
from her toes nearly to the top of her thigh. And to complete
the extraordinary attire, her hands and forearms were encased in
elbow length patent gloves, also of black. As she sat there on a
low rattan couch, her knees wide apart in a masculine posture,
her commanding presence was overwhelming.

	I was speechless with confusion, and stared in
amazement. The image of a dominant woman had always been one of
my favorite masturbation fantasies, and I had stroked my penis
countless times to photos of women dressed and posed as she was.
I was so excited by the vision before me that I completely lost
control of myself. Before I knew what was happening, I felt a
familiar rush of feeling and realized I was ejaculating in my
pants. From my spastic jerks and the telltale spreading wet spot
in my crotch, she had no problem concluding what had happened.
She shook her head sadly, "Well, Peter, Brenda was certainly not
exaggerating. You obviously have quite a problem controlling
your emissions."

	I stammered an excuse, "I... I... wasn't expecting to
see..."

	"No, I suppose not. Peter, I am doctor Greta Sphincter.
I have found this attire useful in treating premature
ejaculators. It brings out a patient's latent fixations, as you
can see, and also helps establish a useful doctor/patient
relationship. You will see later how important that is. But now
it is time to begin. Please remove your trousers and underwear
for an examination."

	I shyly complied, blushing as I stood before her naked
from the waist down. To my added embarrassment, my penis still
oozed small drops of semen from its involuntary ejaculation. She
walked over to me, her large breasts swaying, and stood with her
nipples only inches from my chest. Taking my genital organs in
her hands, she began examining them. She manipulated the penis
up and down and palpitated my testicles with uncomfortable
firmness. My penis began stiffening in new arousal in spite of
its recent activity, adding to my embarrassment.

	"Hmm...I see nothing physically wrong with your organs.
You play with yourself a good deal, don't you, Peter?"

	I blushed in shame and nodded.

	"I suspect your problem is entirely psychological,
caused by repeated self abuse. Quite simply in layman's
language, as a habitual masturbator you lack the willpower
necessary to control you emissions. But there is hope for you,
Peter. I shall help you gain the necessary self- discipline. Let
us begin with the orgasm which you just experienced."

	With one hand, she took my stiffening penis in a snugly
comforting grip and lifted it gently away from my male sacks.
She smiled mysteriously at me for a moment, then without warning
brought her other hand up suddenly, slapping my defenseless
testicles hard with her leather encased palm. I shrieked and
collapsed to the floor in misery. "You must learn, Peter, not to
ejaculate without first obtaining permission. Otherwise, there
will be severe punishment. Now get up and stop acting like a
baby. We will begin your exercises."

	She led me to a small dining table and made me drink in
quick succession several large glasses of ice tea. The liquids
passed rapidly through my system, and soon I began shifting
uncomfortably with the need to relieve my bladder. "Please,
Doctor Sphincter, I'd like to go to the rest room now. May I?"

	She smiled cruelly, "No Peter, you may not. This is an
exercise to teach you to hold your water. Medically speaking,
urinary continence is similar to ejaculatory control, and the
self-restraint you learn here will apply to your sexual
dysfunction."

	As the pressure in my bladder grew, I begged and pleaded
with her. Finally she seemed to relent, and handed me a small
wide-mouthed bottle. "Very well, you may release your water into
this specimen bottle. But be very careful not to spill any urine
on my carpet."

	Refusing me any privacy, she watched as I inserted my
penis into the bottle and loosed a flooding stream. Although it
was humiliating to perform this bodily function in front of her,
all other concerns were swept away in the heavenly sense of
relief. But as the warm yellow liquid rose toward the top, I
suddenly realized that the small bottle could not possibly hold
all of my offering. Anxiously I said, "Uh, I'm not done. May I
have another bottle?"

	She shook her head, "No, that is enough for now Peter. I
want you to retain the rest of your fluid."

	With the urine nearly overflowing the bottle, I cried in
panic, "Please, Doctor, don't make me stop in the middle. It
hurts to shut it off!"

	"Peter!" she said sternly. "Stop at once, I say. Don't
force me to punish you again." She raised her gloved palm toward
my naked genitals. I still felt a dull ache in my glands from
earlier, so I grimaced and cut off the flow. The agony of
interrupted urination was preferable to another such strike at
the core of my manhood. "That's better. Now empty the bottle in
the sink. In a few minutes, I will allow you to discharge
another portion of your water."

	Twice more she repeated the torment, until finally I was
at ease.

	"So far so good, Peter. Now we will begin to work on the
sexual fluids." She seated herself comfortably on the couch.
"Kneel down in front of me."

	I knelt at her feet and looked up at her, my eyes level
with her magnificent bosom. "Look at my breasts, Peter. Do they
make you feel sexually excited?"

	"I .. can't help it." My penis was once again thrusting
straight out in erection.

	"Do you feel like you need to masturbate? I would like
you to show me how you normally do it."

	I was mortified by her order. "Please Doctor, I can't.
Not while you watch. It's too humiliating."

	"Stop wasting time. You're eager enough to masturbate on
your own. Now do as I say and masturbate your penis!"

	It was strange, but the commanding tone of her voice and
the awesome spectacle of her Amazonian beauty left me powerless
to disobey. Kneeling submissively before her, I took my penis in
my hands and began to caress it. My head was level with her
large bare breasts, and my eyes were drawn to them, as she
doubtless intended. I longed to suckle at her prominent nipples
and to bury my face between them, but I knew better than to ask
for such a favor. After a while, I began to feel a curious
excitement at performing in front of her. I wanted her to see me
consummate this most shameful of all sexual acts, to witness my
humiliating surrender to the unnatural lust. But she did not
long allow me to savor the situation.

	"Peter, don't think that I am encouraging you to perform
this exhibition for your perverted enjoyment. This is an
exercise to increase your ability to control your ejaculatory
urges. Therefore, when you approach your orgasm, you will at my
command remove your hands from your organs and place them behind
your back, suspending all further stimulation. I know it will be
hard, Peter, you will want very badly to release your semen. But
you must exercise self-discipline, for two reasons. First,
because it is important for your sexual adjustment and the sake
of your cure. And second, if that does not persuade you," she
smiled cruelly, "because if you ejaculate I shall spank you on
the testicles until you will wish that you had been castrated!"

	I did not doubt her threat. She watched coolly as I
continued stroking my penis, observing the signs of mounting
arousal as my orgasm neared. With a skilled professional eye,
she waited until I was just seconds from climax and cried,
"Stop!" Summoning my last shred of moral courage, I relinquished
the grip on my organs. She grinned as I kneeled dutifully before
her with my hands behind my back and my forsaken penis bobbing
forlornly in the air.

	"Very good, Peter, very good indeed." She extended her
booted foot and flicked my penis playfully with her toe. "For
the first time, that is. Again, please."

	I lost count of the number of times the cruel torture
was repeated. Again and again she watched me bring myself to the
brink of release only to jerk me back with her command. At last
she ceased and motioned me to stand before her.

	"You have done well for your first treatment, Peter, and
it is all over, now. It wasn't so very terrible, was it?" she
said, smiling kindly at me. Her eyes focused on my penis, still
bobbing very erectly before me. "I see that there is some
residual vascular tension in your genitals. That is often a side
effect of the treatment. I think you would be more comfortable
if we relieved the tension, don't you?" As she spoke, she took
the tip of my erect member and began rolling it between her
fingers, holding it just inches from the deep cleavage of her
breasts.

	I could hardly believe what she seemed to be offering.
"Are you going to... to...?"

	"Masturbate you? You'd like that, wouldn't you? No,
Peter, we must not reinforce your childish dependence on that
habit. I will relieve your tension, but in a way more beneficial
to your sexual adjustment. Lie across my lap, now."

	"What... what are you going to do?"

	"Well, you've been a very naughty boy. And we both know
what happens to naughty boys, don't we?" She laid me over her
lap, carefully placing my penis between her leather-clad thighs.
It was dripping with excitement and soon made a slippery home
for itself. I could feel the tips of her nude breasts tickling
my back. "Comfy? Now I'm going to paddle you, Peter. It will
hurt at first, so don't be ashamed to cry and kick."

	She began spanking me hard with her hand, the leather
glove making a loud popping sound. Indeed, it did hurt, and I
began to kick my bare legs and beg her to stop. But in spite of
the painful slaps, my penis was rock hard, and with each blow it
rubbed deliciously between her boot tops.

	I continued to cry and beg her to stop, but it must have
been very clear to her that this was the last thing I wanted. I
was getting very close to climax, and the slaps were as hard as
ever, but now they felt heavenly. I wanted nothing more than to
lie forever on the lap of this divine creature, prolonging the
rapture of the spanking eternally. But I could not hold back the
course of nature for long, and at last I cried out, "Oh Doctor,
I'm going to... I can't help..."

	But she was fully aware of my state. "Yes, that's right,
Peter, let go on my lap. Just let it come out when you feel like
it."

	My penis quivered and began spurting its fluids between
her legs. She accelerated the slaps, timing them perfectly to
each surge of my ejaculation, which seemed almost endless. At
last I ceased, and the rain of blows became gentle pats on my
perspiring backside. "There, there. All done now," she soothed.

	She left me alone for a few minutes to dress and collect
myself. When she returned, she also was dressed, in her doctor's
whites. As she walked me to the door, she asked, "When would you
like your next appointment? I recommend two corrective
treatments per week."

	I asked, "Could... could we make it three? I think the
extra treatment would be very... good for me."

	She smiled knowingly. "All right. Three it is, then."


- end

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