You walk nervously into my office, noticing how quiet and calm it feels here. Pulling a chair for yourself, you settle into it, looking across the desk at me.
"Hi. My name is Miss Leda. Why don't you tell me about what's bothering you? Take as much time as you need."
You struggle to respond, but after a few false starts, you gather up the courage to start speaking.
"I'm so embarrassed to admit this...but I think I masturbate too much". You say, with some effort. You pause, waiting for me to react, but I continue to listen attentively. Emboldened by my lack of judgement, you continue.
"I think about it all the time...I masturbate first thing in the morning. I keep thinking about it at work, sometimes I even jerk off there, and then I jerk off a couple of times in the evening when I get home...and I think it's becoming a problem. I don't even enjoy it anymore. I cum so quickly that I don't have time to enjoy the sensations and get lost in my fantasies...I feel like this is a downward spiral, and I want to snap myself out of it. What should I do?"
I consider your situation, turning over the facts in my mind. I want to help you, and it's clear to me that you need some compassionate guidance, from someone who cares.
"Yes, that does sound like a problem," I say, after a pause. "Normally, sexual release is very healthy, it feels pleasurable, it releases stress, there's nothing wrong with that at all. In your case, I believe all that's happened is that masturbation has become an escape for you, from all the stress and negative emotions in your life. You turn to it as a form of quick release, and what used to be enjoyable has now become compulsive."
You nod in agreement.
"Don't feel bad about it - - many men have these issues, and there are some extremely effective solutions if you're willing to go the distance."
"I'll do anything" you gasp, urgency and desperation in your voice.
I open my drawer and take out a small wooden box.
"In your case, I think this will solve all your problems," I say, as I open the lid, revealing the object within. Your brows furrow as you try to identify it.
"This is a chastity device. You must have heard of it."
You shake your head - - no.
"Well, don't worry, it's easy enough to use. Here, take a look" I slide the box over to your side of the desk. You reach out, after some hesitation, and examine it, holding it to the light.
"It's more comfortable than it looks." I continue. "Think of it as a protective encasing for your penis".
"I'll have to wear this?" you ask, your eyes wide with wonder.
"Only if you want to stop masturbating excessively. Only if you want my help. The thing is, by masturbating so much, you're disrespecting the pleasure and emotional satisfaction you could get from sexual release. And until you learn to respect your sexual self again, you need some guidance."
It takes a few seconds to sink in, but you nod your agreement.
"An orgasm feels so much better when it's scarce," I say. "It intensifies the sensations. That's what you miss, isn't it? The intensity."
"Yes." you reply with some suppressed emotion. "I miss it so much."
"I understand" my soothing voice immediately puts you at ease. "Let me help you."
I wait for your response. Until you decide this is right for you, and you trust me to guide you, we won't move forward.
"You're right." you say decisively. "I need this. I need your help. What do I do with this?"
I stand up and shift my weight I'm sitting on the desk now. "First, I want you to take your pants off, and put the device on." You're momentarily speechless, so I comfort you "Don't worry, don't be shy. I won't laugh. You're not the first man coming to me with this problem. Trust me. You want to get better, don't you?"
"Yes, you're right." you say, somewhat shakily. "I need to do this."
You slip out of your trousers and underpants, allowing them to fall to the floor. I explain to you, step by step, how to put it on, and you follow my instructions. Such a good boy.
When you're done putting it on, I pull up my skirt a little, exposing my stockings, just long enough for you to get a glimpse of the line of my garter belt.
I can sense you tense up a little at the sight, and through the chastity device, I see you starting to swell up almost instantly.
"It feels...a little.." you struggle with your words, trying to focus, even as you ogle my thighs.
"Yes, it can feel a little uncomfortable" I finish for him. "that's the point...It's supposed to remind you of what you really want, every time you get aroused and feel impulsive."
I smile at him, my fingers now tracing an invisible line down my thighs, stroking the nylon stockings all the way down to my calves, and back up again. Your eyes following my fingers, come to rest at my heels, and I deliberately dangle my heels in response, noticing how this makes your length harden and swell and strain against its prison even more.
My smile widens as you groan and struggle, in vain, to calm yourself down, hoping against hope that your erection may subside.
"See, you're already learning." I say, and you look up from my heels to watch, transfixed, as I begin unbuttoning my blouse, exposing my bra.
"No, please" you plead softly. But I'm here to help you. I know what needs to be done.
I slide off the table and walk towards you.
I slowly twirl around, so you can admire every inch of me. My fingers moving to my right hip, unzipping the skirt, inch by inch before I let it fall to the floor.
Your grunts of pain become a steady, low moan as your mind tries to process the sharp pain in your groin as well as the unmatched arousal of the moment.
"That's enough for today." I say, my voice clipped and professional. "I'll see you in a week, until then you will stay locked up, so you can let the desire build inside, the desire you missed so much. Now put your pants on, and please close the door behind you."
