Joint Therapy Session

First joint therapy session with the Lees

You stroll leisurely to the consultation room to meet with the Lees for their first treatment session. You’ve found that it works out better to give the couples one joint session together to ease them into things before breaking each partner down separately in their individual sessions.

“Good morning,” you say, as you walk into the room. You enjoy the startled look on both of their faces as the couple rises to greet you. You shake their hands, once again being gentle with Mrs. Lee while squeezing tightly around Mr. Lee’s hand.

Probably still feeling embarrassed from the the last time, he tries to match your grip strength. You keep squeezing, gradually increasing the **** of your own grip until he submits, letting his fingers go slack. He casts his eyes downward. An admission of defeat. You keep your comparatively large hand wrapped around his for just a moment longer, just to emphasize the point.

His wife stands silently next to him as you engage in the subtle display of dominance. When you finally release your grip, Mr. Lee pulls the hand you’ve been gripping away and gingerly rubs it with his other hand, trying to get the circulation going again.

“Thank you for coming back so soon.” You take a seat and wait for them to follow your lead. Susan tries to hold her husband’s hand but he flinches and pulls away from her.

“Of course, Dr. Logan,” Mrs. Lee says, casting her glance in your direction. Is that disapproval in her expression? Maybe, but there’s something else too.

You nod and smile reassuringly at them. “I know you’re both very busy, so why don’t we get started? How does that sound, Susan? Alan?”

“Yes,” Susan says. “that sounds great, Doctor.”

Her husband nods in agreement. “Yes, let’s start please.”

“My assistant sent you both an email as well as some text messages after our initial consultation.”

They nodded, silently acknowledging receipt of the carious communications from Christine.

“And in those messages, were instructions for you to abstain from any sexual activity with one another.” You fix them with a stern gaze. “You were also both instructed to shave any pubic hair, if any. I need to confirm that you did as instructed.”

Mr. Lee sat silently, like a scolded child, not answering.

“Yes, Doctor,” Susan answered for the both of them. “We received both the texts and the emails. And we followed the instructions.”

Mmmm. What an obedient little gook couple. Excellent.

You nod in approval and look over the couple sitting across from you. Mr. Lee is trying to hide his embarrassment but doing a pretty poor job of it. His wife also looks embarrassed, but also…a little pleased. It seems your show of approval, as small as it was had the desired effect on her. You make mental note of that and move on.

“Now then, you may be curious about what exactly the BWC method is,” you begin. “As laid out in the informational pamphlet you received before our initial consultation, it stands for Backup, Withhold, Consider.

“First, you need to backup and assess the situation. Clearly whatever you were doing up until now was not producing the desired outcome, or we wouldn’t be here, having this conversation, correct?”

They both nodded in response but didn’t say anything.

“Correct?” you repeat.

“Correct,” Susan replies. She nudges her husband who softly murmurs, “correct.”

You smile reassuringly. “Understand, this is not in anyway a judgment on you, nor does it reflect poorly on you in any way. It is simply a medical fact, you have not been able to conceive on your own. However.”

You pause for dramatic effect. “Backup and assess, you indeed have. And it led you here. To me. And now that you are here, I can help you. And you do want me to help. Don’t you?”

“Of course we want you to help!” Mr. Lee holds his hands up in frustration. “We’ve tried so many times before this. It just…I can’t…”

Mrs. Lee says something to him in what you’re pretty sure is Korean. “Sorry, Doctor Logan,” she says, turning back to you. “Of course we want you to help us. We’ll do anything you tell us to do as part of this…BWC program you’ve laid out for us.” She says something to Mr. Lee in Korean again.

“Yes,” Mr. Lee says softly. “Please help us. Tell us what to do.”

You smile again. “Very good. As I was going to say, we are now in the ‘withhold’ phase of the program. You will continue to abstain from sexual intercourse.”

“For how long?” Mr. Lee asks.

“For as long as I determine necessary. Trust me, you’ll thank me later. Following your period of abstinence and the various treatments I administer, when I permit you to have sex once again, it will be that much more potent and effective. It will be like a dam has burst.”

Mr. Lee bristles at your use of the word ‘permit’ and turns slightly red. You chuckle inwardly.

“OK, let’s move on.” You tap a few times at your tablet and the lights dim. From the ceiling, the retractable projection screen deploys down against the wall. “I’ll need you to ask for your indulgence here.”

The couple turn their attention the screen, their curiosity piqued.

Using your tablet, you bring up the controls for the projector, double check your curated playlist, then begin playback. “Please, watch the screen—and again, trust. The. Process.”

The room is pitch black. A woman’s voice—breathless and tinged with anticipation—whispers, “fuck me. Please!”

And now, on screen, the woman is visible—or at least, a part of her. Only her midsection is shown on screen. She lays on her back, legs spread. And there, between her legs is a massive white cock (yours, as a matter of fact, but they’re not ready for that but of info just yet). The cock just rests there, laying across the woman’s prone, quivering body. It’s as thick as a beer can and its tip reaches the woman’s bellybutton.

Mrs. Lee lets out a sharp gasp. “So big,” she whispers.

The room is filled with the sound of a woman moaning in ecstasy. The scene changes. A petite young Asian woman is bouncing enthusiastically on a well endowed white guy. His thick cock pushes up into her pussy, filling her completely as he gropes at her small tits.

Mrs. Lee makes an unintelligible noise.

“Please,” you say calmly. “Keep your attention focused on the screen. I know this may be quite a shock, but it’s all part of the treatment program.”

The couple sits silently and watches scene after scene of Asian women being plowed, one after another, every single one by a white man with a big cock. The onscreen women get taken in various positions, but they are all clearly experiencing immense pleasure. Some of them are even quite vocal about how good it feels.

“All of them,” Susan whispers at one point, “all, so big.” Mr. Lee shuffles uncomfortably beside her. You smile and let the videos continue.

Finally, the playback comes to an end with a montage of facial scenes. Shot after shot of Asian women getting their faces covered in spunk, clearly loving it. They rub the cum all over their faces. Licking their cum coated lips. Blowing cum bubbles. Some of them open wide to receive the warm gooey loads. But to the last one, they are all clearly hungry for the creamy white jizz and can’t seem to get enough.

With the last scene over, the projector shuts off and the screen retracts back up into the ceiling. The lights in the room return to their normal level.

You look over at the couple. Mrs. Lee is breathing heavily, her chest visibly moving up and down. She holds her husband’s hand in hers, fingers white with exertion. Next to her, Mr. Lee looks pale and extremely uncomfortable, a slight wince on his face.

“How does that make you feel?” you ask.

Mrs. Lee is the first to reply, but her words are jumbled. Incoherent.

“That was, unexpected,” Mr. Lee manages. “I…don’t know what to make of it.”

“Does that put you in the mood to fuck your wife?”

He pauses, clearly unsure how to respond. Then he nods meekly.

“But you will not.” You keep your voice firm. “Do you understand?”

He nods again.

“Tell me you understand, Alan.”

“Y-yes, Doctor. I understand.”

“Very good.” You stand and begin walking to the exit. The first few steps are a bit awkward with your enormous, semi-hard cock pressing against your pants.

Halfway to door, you pause and glance over your shoulder at the flustered couple. “I’m sure you’re both very confused. You’re wondering what purpose is served by making you watch those videos. Trust. The. Process. Make sure to see Christine on your way out. She’ll have some additional handouts for you to take home as well as some prescriptions. She will also schedule your individual treatment sessions.”

They both mumble their thanks as you make your way out of the room without further acknowledging them. Now, the fun really begins.