FDP

Chapter 1

James Fuller nervously held the door for his wife Suzanne, head bowed, waiting for her to get in the car so he could drive them to his appointment.  The stylishly-dressed Suzanne paid her husband nary a notice as she sat comfortably down in the passenger seat

Suzanne had Jim completely under her thumb.  It was easy.  They met two years earlier when Suzanne was hired to work in sales under Jim’s management.  Suzanne, six years his junior, spent much of her early months working closely with Jim.  Right away, she noticed signs of a submissive nature, the way he had a hard time making eye contact with her.  Occasionally she would catch Jim staring at her bottom.  It was only a matter of time before she took control of him.  One day, when they were talking about a client, she casually reached out and fondled Jim’s crotch with her slender fingers.  She ordered him to confess that he was infatuated with her.  He practically melted, admitting that he fantasized about submitting to her.  She made him remove all his clothing and worship her high heels while she talked with a gal pal on the phone.  Six months later, they were married.

Now, a year and a half into the marriage, she made all the decisions.  She held complete custody of all finances, and gave James a small allowance each week.  At home, he served her hand and foot, sometimes in a French maid uniform, sometimes wearing nothing at all.   He was disciplined regularly - Suzanne took great pride in dominating James.  In a short amount of time, Suzanne had embraced the psychological side of female domination, always looking for new and humiliating ways to teach her husband respect for women.  Jim, for his part, accepted his position as Suzanne’s inferior, quickly becoming accustomed to his role.  While he still held a certain amount of male rebelliousness, he got great sexual pleasure from the arrangement, so it was worth it. 

Yet, lately Suzanne was growing frustrated up with Jim’s lack of progress.  Despite her efforts, he was slightly overweight.  Twice in the past three weeks, Suzanne had caught Jim playing with himself – both times when she peeked in on his morning shower.  Suzanne thrashed Jim thoroughly both times, spanking his ass with her hairbrush until it was a dark red color and Jim was reduced to tears.  Yet she was concerned with Jim’s weight, his recent unemployment, and his wanking, and felt it was time to enlist outside female support to take her relationship to the next level.  While she knew Jim accepted her superiority, Suzanne felt despite constant painful reminders Jim didn’t truly understand the magnitude of his true place in the relationship.  He didn’t take it seriously enough.  She would change that.

She called her friend Amelia Rodgers to tell her the predicament.   Amelia always had the answers.  Without hesitating Amelia immediately thought of Dr Claudia Wilcox.  Claudia J Wilcox, age 31 years old, undergrad degree from Harvard University, where she met Amelia, and graduated summa cum laude.  She had a graduate degree from Stanford and ranked 3rd in her class.  A highly respected woman, Wilcox was also a well-known feminist.  She spoke with a grace and a comfort, and was rumored to dominate men in her own affairs.  Wilcox also had a hidden agenda as a Psychiatrist.  Among close friends, she confessed to being a part time FDP – A Female Dominant Psychiatrist.  As such, she had a reputation for helping numerous wives further the extent of the control in their marriages.  It was whispered in close circles that she did mysterious sessions with male clients, and had an amazing reputation.  It was said that men left her office in deeper more permanent submission to Womankind.  Yes, it would cost Suzanne a lot to visit this psychiatrist with Jim in tow, but she felt it would be worth it.  Plus, it would be coming out of Jim’s allowance anyhow, so what the fuck did she care?  She smiled with satisfaction at the thought of it.  She had been looking forward to this meeting for a long, long time.

Chapter 2

They arrived at the office.  Jim held open the door for his wife.  Suzanne stood up.  At 5’2”, 115 pounds, Suzanne was a petite, but nicely curved woman, with round hips, and strong thighs.  She wore a dark snug pantsuit with black high heels.  Her hair was straight and black, coming to a stop severely at her shoulders.  She wore nice facial makeup with red lipstick.  She strode with confidence and waited somewhat irritated for Jim to open the door of the office for her. 

Jim was unsure of what he was getting into.  Earlier this week, Suzanne had arrived home fairly irritated.  A naked Jim had assumed his duty at his wife’s feet while she watched the news, massaging her stocking-ed feet.  Suzanne told Jim that she had made an appointment with a psychiatrist next Monday, and that she was a woman.  Suzanne told Jim that they needed to fix a few problems Jim was having.  Suzanne handed Jim a prescription from her purse.  It was prescribed by the doctor they were supposed to visit.  Jim was surprised that the prescription was for a semen enhancer.  It was supposed to increase sperm count five times normal.  Suzanne also told Jim that he was not to masturbate under any circumstances until Monday.  She held his chin in her hands and eyed him fiercely.  “You are not to touch your little winky before Monday, or you will get the most severe spanking of your life.  Am I clear?”  She stuck her stockinged foot into Jim’s exposed groin for emphasis.  “And take your semen enhancer medication,” she ordered, “right now.”

Jim fearfully obeyed his wife.  He knew what she was capable of with the hairbrush and didn’t want to defy her.  Within a few days, Jim’s balls became fuller than they ever had before and they ached constantly.  Every night that week, as Jim did the dishes, Suzanne would come up behind him.  She would reach underneath Jim’s frilly little apron, grabbing his penis in one hand and grasping his balls in the other, rolling them around her stubby little fingers.  She teased his balls with her long red fingernails.  He shivered and tossed his head back.  She laughed.  It had been so easy to assume control over him.  She could make him do whatever she wanted to with a simple flick of her wrist.  But she wasn’t interested in pleasuring him this week, only to make sure that his balls were full.  Each day they were, and she went away satisfied while he completed his evening chores stiff and sore. 

While Suzanne was an intelligent and creative young dominant woman, she still had much to learn about psychological domination. In her conversation with Dr. Wilcox earlier that week, Suzanne was impressed with the doctor’s obvious intelligence.  She was also surprised to see the Doctor had a great sense of humor, and made several amusing remarks they went over Jim’s history.  At the end of their session, Dr Wilcox asked Suzanne if she wanted to sit in on the two hour session.  She said it was always better if the wife was along because the experience would generally be more humiliating for the husband and instructional for the wife.  Suzanne didn’t need any convincing.  “I wouldn’t miss this for the world,” the two women exchanged warm grins.

Jim was admitted by a pretty receptionist in her early 20s. “Mister James Fuller.”  She smiled at him and Jim detected a bit of sarcasm in her voice.  He was even more startled when she spoke openly to him, saying “I understand you are here to see the doctor for a few reasons.  Please list the three reasons here,” she said, handing him a clipboard.  “Do as she says, Jim,” said Suzanne with authority.  Jim’s face turned red.  He realized he was in for a tough visit.

The receptionist spoke again: “It’s also our company policy that you read them aloud when you are done.”  Jim could not believe it.  Here was this gorgeous blond vixen smiling up at him, waiting for him to tell her some very personal secrets.  Jim looked up in horror at Suzanne. 

She spoke evenly with a slight smile “Jim, I don’t want to have to make any threats.  Please go ahead and tell this young lady what you wrote.”  The two women gazed at Jim, smiling expectantly.

Jim spoke quickly, “I have been gaining weight, I’m unemployed and I play with myself sometimes.” 

The blond stifled a quick giggle.  She said, “first, look at me when you confess your perversions, and speak slowly, Jim.”  She spoke with an aura of authority, yet still had a nice smile on pretty young face.

Jim spoke again, this time slower.  He saw the evil grin in the girl’s face when he said “I play with myself sometimes.”

“Good Jim,” she said, “you do have some problems that we need to work on, but we need you to rephrase the last one.  According to the info I have from Claudia, which she directly received from your wife, you don’t just play with yourself sometimes.  It says here you are a compulsive masturbator, isn’t that true Jim?” 

Jim could feel his wife’s steely grin, as he said “yes.” 

“Yes what?” the girl replied rather sternly.

“Yes…….ma’am” he said. 

“Good Jim,” she smiled triumphantly.  “Now, I want you to look in my eyes, giving both your wife and I the proper respect as superior females, and repeat it the way I instructed you to, and say it loud and clear, Jim.”

Jim couldn’t believe it.  This girl was humiliating him, and she was enjoying it.  Jim had no choice but to look into her eyes and say, “I am a compulsive masturbator.”  He could feel his face bright red and sweat roll under his armpits.   

The girl laughed and said, “Of course you are.  That’s why you are here.  Now, go sit down, I need to discuss some things with your wife.”

Jim complied and walked ashamedly to sit down.  He sat and heard the girl and Jim’s wife talk animatedly.  They were having a pleasant conversation – about him, and he knew it.  He couldn’t here everything, but he did hear the part at the end where the girl said with a slightly louder tone: “one thing you have to do is to constantly remind them of their inferiority, and their lack of any self control.  It’s a big part of psychological dominance.  You have come to the right place, Suzanne.  Claudia will be back any minute.  Wait till you see what we have in store for him” 

Chapter 3

Five minutes later, a young woman strode into the office.  She was about 5’9”, with a nicely proportioned very womanly, feminine figure.  She wore an expensive looking crème colored blouse, and a dark purple skirt that stopped precisely at her knees.  She had lovely light stockings and stylish open toed sturdy high heels.  She had a wavy head of brown hair that framed an intelligent face with big brown eyes and sensible light lipstick. 

She exchanged warm greetings with Suzanne.  Then she turned directly to Jim.  Her powerful gaze went right through him.  “You must be Jim,” she said.  “Jim, open the door of my office for us, and let’s get started.”

Jim followed the doctor and his wife into a large office full of nice furniture and artwork.  An enormous leather chair sat behind an equally impressive desk.  Jim was instructed to escort his wife to a nearby couch while he sat directly in front of the desk.  The entire time, Dr Wilcox talked with his wife while ignoring Jim.  Finally, she sat down and turned directly facing Jim.  Again, Jim was amazed by the power her eyes had as they locked on his. 

“First of all Jim, during your appointment you are to look directly at my eyes whenever speaking to me or listening to me, or any of your female superiors in this office.  Ok, time for your examination.  The first thing you need to do is take all your clothes off – and I do mean all of your clothes.  Fold them neatly on the couch, and come around to my side of the desk.”

Jim did as he was told and was soon standing directly in front of the seated female doctor.  She had been listening to messages and paid Jim no attention for several minutes.  Finally, she took a clipboard, a pen, and swung the chair abruptly facing Jim.  She had a polite smile on her face, and Jim had the feeling that she was savoring the moment.  He had the sense he was up against a superior being at the peak of her power.  She crossed her legs, and for the first time Jim smelled her perfume.  It invaded his senses and despite himself his penis rose to full size, though at 4.5 inches, it was not much to be proud of.  He felt her gaze over his and noted that in the process of crossing her legs, she had positioned her left foot millimeters from his testicles. 

“Jim, your wife is obviously very concerned about you.  We all know in this room that Suzanne is in complete command of you, as females rightfully should be, but you have been having some…issues, shall we say of late, eh?”

Dr Wilcox’ lips formed into a slight smile, as Jim stumbled to answer the suggested question.”

“Well….errr..aaa….doct- err ma’am, I-”

“Call me ma’am at all times,” the doctor interrupted.  “Now you were saying about these problems…”

“Ma’am, I am overweight, and can’t find a job and I err…jerk..uh, masturbate compulsively.”

“Yes, Suzanne informed me of that problem, and believe me Jimmy, we’re going to correct it very quickly, and shape up that attitude of yours in no time.”  Jim could not believe a woman he had never met before, someone younger than himself could have such an effect on him.  He felt completely at her will. 

“It’s not common for men with a small penis to have self confidence issues, Jim, but I’m not overly concerned with that,” the doctor commented.  The real issue is your apparent disrespect for your wife despite the best of efforts by her.”

Suzanne looked on, delighted with the proceedings.  She was amazed at the way Doctor Wilcox handled her husband, so efficiently and effortlessly.  She was getting the feeling she knew where this session was going and her sweet, well-manicured pussy began to moisten beneath her panties. 

“You see Jimbo, though you are an obviously inferior male who knows his proper place, you haven’t begun yet to accept what that actually means,” the doctor continued.  “You haven’t figured out what true male submission is, and it’s my duty to train you the hard way.”

“I won’t lie to you Jim,” she continued, there are parts of this session that you will not like, but I don’t really care.  I was hired by your wife.  My job is to see to it that you learn a valuable lesson, and in doing so, I’m going to change the course of your marriage.  You will learn your sole purpose is for Suzanne.  Now I need to talk to Suzanne for a while.  In the meantime I want you to play around with your little toy like the good lil’ monkeyspanker you are.  That shouldn’t be a problem now, should it?”

“No ma’am.” 

“I didn’t think so.  If you make the mistake of losing control and having a little, um, ‘accident’ without permission, I’m going to invite Sara – the receptionist – and eight of her friends into this office, and you’ll have a big audience watching you shame yourself, is that clear?”

Jim started stroking himself.  Doctor Wilcox ignored him and walked over to the couch to talk with Suzanne.  After a few minutes, Jim was forgotten.  Then the Doctor told him to position himself near the couch and wiggle his ass around as he stroked his little pud.  Every few minutes, his female psychiatrist would position him in a different way.  Sometimes she would tell him to spit on his hands and lather his dick up.  Then he was told to stick out his tongue and waggle it like a lizard while spanking his balls.   Given the immense pent up nature of his scrotum, this hurt a lot.  Yet every so often, the doctor shouted out that he wasn’t doing it hard enough.  “I guess I’ll have to talk with Sara after all,” she said.  Jim would hit his balls harder, doubling over in pain, and Doctor Wilcox would go back to her conversation with Suzanne.  Suzanne, for her part, looked excited and satisfied at the same time.   She would smile cruelly, at Jim, not saying a word.

The conversation the two young women were having was amazing.  From complementing each other on their looks and style, the conversation quickly turned to Jim and his masturbation issues.   Jim felt a lump go up in his throat as he realized the direction the conversation was going in.

“The point is that men cannot be trusted to keep their hands off themselves,” Dr Wilcox said animatedly.  “The only solution is full chastity.  Once you take complete control of his little gherkin, you will have a complete grasp of the core of the male.  Now, I know a great maker of male chastity belts.  She also happens to be a close friend of mine.  I’ll put you in touch with her.  You can get all the measurements, and in no time, you’ll put a stop to..(she turned to Jim)…JIM’S INCESSANT MASTURBATION!  Just take a look at him, Suzanne.   It’s time we put a stop to it once and for all.”

To Suzanne, it was all making sense.  “I could not agree more, Claudia, she said.  Having spent an hour with you, I trust your judgment 100%.”  Now Suzanne turned to Jim, and eyed him as she smiled.  “You’d better not get used to it, Jimmy.  I’m going to put a complete stop to it,” she said happily.

“Excellent,” the doctor said good-naturedly.  “Now that that’s decided, it’s time to teach this hubby of yours another lesson relating entirely to humility.  You see, when we women allow men to come it must be on our terms, and obviously as humiliating as humanly possible. Come here,” she commanded Jim.

Jim had been bouncing his swollen nuts with his hand.  He had been standing in the most recent position demanded by the doctor, with his hips thrust out, pumping his cock furiously while slapping his own nads.  He quickly crawled to the doctor’s feet.

“Jim, I see you are enjoying your little ‘boner massage,’ is that true?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Well, you’ll be happy to know that I’ve decided not to deny you this time,” the doctor said.  “But I would not get used to it if I were you.  Now lie at my feet!”

Jim quickly lay on his back beneath the doctor and his wife.  Suzanne casually poked at Jim’s swollen nuts with her pointy-toed high heel.  Doctor Wilcox put her feet on his chest, then spoke:

“We call this the sissy facial, Pam, and this is the best way for you to handle him when you want to reward him with an orgasm.  Be a good boy and pull your legs back.  There.  That’s it.”  The doctor grabbed Jim’s legs and pulled them back over his head.  Jim knew what was about to happen.  His swollen cock pointed down at his face.  He didn’t care.  He wanted to come so badly that his teeth chattered. 

Suzanne could not believe what was happening.  When she realized it, she wished she had thought of it earlier.  Oh well, she knew about it now. 

“Ok spermboy,” Doctor Wilcox said, “time for you to complete your naked boner massage,” she giggled.  But I should remind you whatever mess doesn’t land on your face or in your mouth will cost you a visit from Sara and her friends, is that clear.” 

“Yes, ma’am,” Jim panted.

As Jim neared orgasm, he heard the doctor.  “Jim, remember I want you to look in my eyes,” she said sternly.  “And you should also know that the medication I put you on makes your spunk extra thick and creamy, so whatever you don’t end up swallowing has a good chance of staying on your face.”  She smiled down at Jim, a picture of determination and grace as she looked into his eyes mockingly. 

With that, Jim lost it.  He felt a tingling from his thighs all the way up his loins and an explosive intense orgasm built up deep inside him.  All of a sudden he unleashed a powerful torrent of sperm that splashed down on his chin.  As Dr Claudia Wilcox looked down triumphantly upon him, Jim blasted the largest load of his life – 14 hard torrents followed by a steady dribble – directly into his own face, almost filling his entire mouth.  He looked up as his female doctor beamed down at him.

“Bullseye!” said Dr Wilcox.  Both Suzanne and her laughed out loud.  “Don’t you dare swallow until I give you permission,” warned Dr Wilcox.

Chapter 4

It was quiet in the doctor’s office.  The two women reflected joyfully on what they had just witnessed.  Jim was panting and moaning from the magnitude of what he had just experienced. 

Finally the doctor spoke.  “Ok Jerky, you can calm down now.  Wow, what a big creamy mess you made.  I think you need to look at yourself in the mirror.” 

Jim was part breathing heavily, part gurgling, stunned and humiliated beyond belief.  He was amazed at the way Dr Wilcox could boss him around, and it dawned on him how she had used him and outsmarted him.  He made a weird gurgling noise as he struggled to obey Dr Wilcox’ orders to not swallow.  “What’s that, Jim?” the doctor joked, “Didn’t you learn not to talk with your mouth full?”

Jim felt completely sapped of all energy.  He was exhausted, and struggled to regain his breath.   “On your feet,” the doctor said.  Jim stood up shakily, dazed from the powerful orgasm.  Doctor Wilcox grabbed his ear firmly and escorted him over to the other side of the room in front of a large oak mirror.  Jim was stunned at what he saw.

A woman in the prime of her life, dressed smartly, stood next to a naked, aging, hairy overweight man, holding him firmly, obviously in control.  The man was out of breath and his face from top to bottom, side-to-side was covered with thick creamy sperm.  His mouth was open and obviously full of sperm.  Doctor Wilcox had a wide grin on her face while Jim’s face was blank.   Doctor Wilcox reached her hand around Jim’s waist and grasped his now spent penis firmly in her hand.  He looked directly in to her eyes as she said one word: “Swallow.”  Then, after he did as he was instructed, she ordered him to lick off his lips.  Jim again did as he was told.  Still cradling his penis, the doctor reached into a side drawer with her free hand and pulled out a toothbrush.  “Time to brush up, Jim, open wide.”  Jim obeyed, and she spent the next minute dabbling the brush with his cum and brushing his teeth and tongue thoroughly. 

Finally, the doctor had one more question.  “Jim, tell me, how does it feel to be put in your place like this?”  Jim didn’t know how to answer.  “C’mon jimmy, don’t be shy, I’ve heard it all from men like you, and I’m dying to hear some more.  Tell me what its like to be forced by a woman to eat your own cum?” 

“Err…humiliating, I guess.” 

“I guess,” she said, mocking his weak voice and laughing.  “Look at yourself, you fool.  You spanked out your own disgusting brain juice, and I made you eat it.  I’d say that’s more than ‘err humiliating,’” she mocked.  “Now be a good obedient little boy and swallow up the rest of your mess,” she ordered. 

“Yes ma’am.”

“Ok, I think your starting to learn the way things work around here.  She pulled out her big leather desk chair and sat down.  “Come back around my desk and get on your knees.  We need to talk about your next appointment.” 

She hit her pager.  “Sara, dear, please come in and bring my schedule.”

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