Why with him?

And with that the wind in my sail is taken out. I had never known the profession that Nathanial worked but being a therapist wasn’t my first choice. His naturally perfect physique made me think something along the lines of body builder if not a personal trainer. “Wait. Um, therapy with your Ex when the issue is you are giving too much attention to him?” I thought that it was plain and simple to see why there should be an issue with that. I don’t want to talk about our problems with a man I have to masturbate to or date his ex.

“Now you are the one being ridiculous and unreasonable. He is a professional first and foremost. Second both of our problems stem from him. And third therapy is expensive, I am sure given our history that some sort of discount would be given. You try and find a good, reputable therapist for cheap. You can’t find one.” I was clearly still against the idea despite her trying to throw her logic at me. It was dirty for her to do it but I felt her foot extend under the table to caress my inner thigh. “You love me still and want to work out our problems, right? I love you so much and don’t want to lose the one good boyfriend I have ever had.”

The way she talked is too much for me, begging in the cute but sultry way is enough for me to crack. Any man would when it is Jenny. Her beauty is greater than any amount of resistance I can muster. “What no. I still love you Mommy. Its… its alright. We can see Nathanial as a therapist.” Clapping and giddiness show her appreciation for accepting her request. "Just what are we going to do if somehow what happened when he came over happens again?"

"You mean you getting hard while thinking of his big hard cock fucking your girlfriend? That would be a little trouble for you I guess." She taps her finger against her chin as to think. Jenny then jumps in her seat before rushing off to her room and retrieving something from the closet. A small box is in her hands when she returns, "this is the answer. You wear this and you won't be able to get in an awkward situation of being excited by Nathanial and his perfect cock."

Don't know why she has to add those small extra lines but I muster past it to open the box. Inside is a small pink penis cage. Though the size it would **** mine to be would make it more of a clit than anything. Flabbergasted I look to Jenny with astonishment and before I can protest she takes it out of the box, kisses me and says, "you'll put it on for us right? Can't have a productive therapy session if you are distracted by your hard little penis. And you can try it out for this week or so until we are able to see him." Her hands are already working its way into my pants to pull them down. My little cock elicits a giggle from Jenny which takes away any amount of hardness that was growing, back to the flaccid little nub it usually is and in an instant locked away. Jenny takes the key and puts it in her pocket.

"There we go. We have an answer to our relationship problem and your excitability problem! For now it means no masturbation but that won't be too hard right?" I nod defeated knowing that the next week is going to be rough leading up to the therapy session. Going from multiple times a day masturbating to cold turkey might mean some painful moments.