The counselling session

I am mortified as I walk along the corridor to the counsellor's office. All I can hear is the clip clop of my heels drawing attention to my footwear and stockings. Fortunately we didn't see anyone as we walked along the corridor and entered the office. A young, slight man in the outer office greets us, and asks us to sit waiting for the counsellor. As I sit down I am very conscious of my coat and try to stop it revealing my stocking clad legs. I can see the guy behind the desk watching out of the corner of his eye and as a result felt very ****. The short wait seems to last an age and I cannot settle, fidgeting continuously. Helen seems totally at ease.

Eventually , the door opens and an imposing 'silver fox' gentleman stands in the doorway. he surveys us both, the sexy wife and the feminised husband covered by a coat and invites us in. I am guessing he has seen all this before but am not quite sure. We walk in and see a classic office, big desk, two chairs facing it, and a more relaxed couch set back. He walks over behind the desk and motions for us to sit. {Wife} takes one of the two chairs, and just as my ass touches the chairs "Why don't you take your coat off and make yourself more comfortable?"

I know it is inevitable, I always have, but that makes it no less excruciating. I stand up and slowly remove the coat, exposing my feminised body. I can see him taking it all in, including my caged cock. He glances over at Helen and I can see the mental calculations in his head. I sit down, now feeling exposed and ****.

The initial introductions are cordial and when he asks how he can help Helen explains "I am training my husband to become the perfect sissy cuckold, but I am sensing some resistance. I want to know if you can help him become comfortable with this process"

"Woah, that is not how I would describe this!"

"How would you describe the situation?"

"My wife wanted to jazz up our sex life and I agreed to trying out a cuckolding fantasy for a short time, but it seems to have got out of hand. I want us to understand how we can have an interesting sex life without it getting out of hand"

Helen is about to say something, but silver fox holds his hand up. He comes round the desk and sits on the edge of the desk in front of me. I can't help but notice the large bulge in the front of his trousers because it is directly in my line of sight. I look up and realise he has seen me looking at it. A smile "How would you describe the manner in which you are dressed?"

"I'm dressed as a sissy..."

"Describe how you are dressed in detail for me"

"I'm in a baby pink corset, white stockings, and white heels." a nod of encouragement for me to continue "I am hairless below the next ad n my cock is encased in a cock cage. I am dressed as a submissive sissy"

"Would you describe yourself as an enslaved sissy?" There was something about the phrase enslaved sissy that echo'd in my head. "Yes, I am dressed as an enslaved cuckold sissy"

"And are you turned on right now?"

"Yes"

"Why are you turned on?"

"Because I am exposed and humiliated in from of a man, whilst my wife watches"

"What else turns you on?"

Eyes dropping to his feet "My wife teasing me, and the thought of my wife cuckolding me"

"Only the thought?"

"My wife cuckolding me turns me on"

"Why are you resisting these things if they turn you on" I hear him unzipping his crotch and look up. My cock is going hard in its cage. I think I even subconsciously lick my lips. Quietly "I don't know... it just seems wrong" he pulls his cock out of his fly, it is of course big, much bigger than mine I am transfixed.

"Let me ask you. Which would turn you on more. You or your wife sucking my cock?"

"I don't know?"

"Which would turn you on more. You or your wife being fucked by my cock?"

"I don't know" barely a whisper by now and I can feel myself descending into subspace.

"I think you have aversion therapy and I think we need to cure this to enable you and your wife to progress on your journey"