Kyle seeks Therapeutic Help

Dr. Vivian Voss’s private office was tucked away in a quiet corner of Willow Creek’s Wellness Center. Soft lighting, deep leather couches, and the faint scent of jasmine and sex. Vivian was stunning long raven hair, full crimson lips, a body poured into a tight white blouse and pencil skirt that hugged her wide hips and heavy breasts. Her legs were crossed, one high heel dangling teasingly as she smiled at the nervous man sitting across from her.

“Tell me how you’re feeling today, Kylie,” Dr. Voss purred, her voice like warm honey laced with venom. She deliberately used the feminine name and pronouns, watching Kyle’s cheeks flush instantly. Kyle attempted to correct her saying it’s Kyle. “Be honest with Mommy Doctor. No hiding that pretty little clitty’s truth.”

Kyle shifted on the couch, the tiny pink chastity cage tight around his micro penis. The device had been locked for days now, his pathetic two-point-something inches crushed into a helpless, leaking nub. “I… I don’t know anymore, Doctor. Everything’s so intense. The women… they treat me like I’m not even a man.”

Vivian leaned forward, her cleavage spilling forward. “That’s because you’re not, sweetie. You’re Kylie. A sweet, tiny-dicked girl with a cute little clitoris between her legs. Now spread your thighs and tell me exactly how that makes you feel.”

Kyle obeyed, parting his legs. Vivian stood and slowly walked over, towering above him. She reached down and casually patted the front of his pants, and said, “Kylie, you need to be properly dressed in a skirt or dress so exposing the locked pink cage is easier for our next session.” His micro dick strained uselessly against the plastic, a steady drip of precum leaking from the tip.

“Look at that poor little thing,” she cooed, tapping the cage with one manicured nail. “Barely three inches on its best day. So eager to humiliate itself. Tell me, Kylie, when Lena made you watch Jake destroy her pussy, how did that make your little clitty feel?”

Kyle’s breath hitched. “It… it hurt. I felt so small. So worthless. But… it was also the hardest I’ve ever been. I couldn’t stop leaking. When she shoved my face in and made me eat his cum… I almost came hands-free just from the taste and the shame.”Vivian smiled wickedly and straddled one of his thighs, letting him feel the heat of her bare pussy against his skin. She wasn’t wearing panties. “Good girl. That shame is your arousal now. Your tiny clitty doesn’t get hard for normal things anymore. It throbs when you’re exposed. When superior cocks claim what should have been yours. When women laugh at how inadequate you are.” She ground slowly against his leg, leaving a wet trail. “Doesn’t it, princess?”

“Yes…” Kyle whimpered, voice cracking. “I hate how much I love it. Every time they call me ‘little Nutt’ or ‘micro bitch’ or make me compare my pathetic clit to their real cocks… I feel this deep, sick rush. Like I’m finally in my place. I keep thinking about Elena and her friends dressing me up, fucking my ass while they ignore my locked clitty. I should feel angry. But instead I just feel… grateful. And horny. Constantly horny.”

Dr. Voss reached down and fondled the cage, rolling his trapped balls between her fingers. “That’s because your brain is rewiring itself, Kylie. Years of knowing your penis was never going to satisfy anyone has turned you into a perfect little humiliation slut. The more they break you, the wetter and happier your mind becomes.” She unlocked the cage with a small key from between her breasts and freed his tiny cock. It sprang up immediately a swollen, **** 2.8 inches, flushed dark, and dripping.

She wrapped two fingers around the entire length and began slow, torturous strokes. “Look how perfectly my fingers cover you, baby girl. There’s almost nothing here. Does that make you want to cry?”

Kyle nodded, hips twitching. “Yes, Doctor… it makes me want to cry and cum at the same time.”Vivian leaned in, lips brushing his ear while she jerked his micro dick with humiliating ease. “That’s perfect. Healthy. In this community, girls like you exist to be used, laughed at, and loved for how beautifully pathetic you are. When Vanessa fucks your ass and calls you her little sister while your clitty dribbles… that’s your real orgasm now. Not this sad little spurt.” She squeezed the head, forcing out a thick bead of precum. “Tell me you understand, Kylie.”

“I understand,” he moaned, voice high and broken. “I’m not a real man. I’m Kylie. I have a tiny girl-clit that exists to be mocked and denied. I get wet when women cuck me. I get hard when they dress me up and use me. I… I need it now. I crave being the community’s pathetic little toy.”Dr. Voss purred in approval and suddenly sank down, taking his entire micro cock into her mouth in one effortless motion. She sucked hard, tongue swirling around the whole sensitive length and balls while she looked up at him with mocking, lust-filled eyes. The wet, slurping sounds were obscene. Kyle’s hands gripped the couch as he fought the urge to explode immediately.She pulled off with a wet pop and stroked him rapidly with two fingers. “You’re going to cum for me now, princess. But you’re going to thank every woman who’s laughed at this worthless clit while you do it.”

As she pumped his tiny, hypersensitive dick, Kyle babbled brokenly naming Lena, Elena, Sophia, Vanessa, Rachel, and all the others who had used and humiliated him. The orgasm hit like a freight train. His little cock pulsed weakly, shooting pathetic ropes onto his own stomach while Dr. Voss cooed and milked every drop.“Good girl, Kylie. Such a pretty little orgasm from such a useless little clitty.”

She scooped up his cum and fed it to him on her fingers, which he sucked obediently. Afterward she locked him back into the pink cage, kissing the plastic sweetly.“Next week we’ll explore deeper regression, sweetie. Perhaps some permanent suggestions about how tiny girls like you should dress and behave full-time.” Dr. Voss stood, smoothing her skirt. “How do you feel now, Kylie?”“Exposed,” Kyle whispered, flushed and trembling. “Ashamed… and happier than I’ve ever been.”Vivian smiled, satisfied. “That’s my good girl.”