I am a sixty year old man, just turned. Ten years ago, feeling a bit of sexual insecurity, and following the doctor's recommendation, I started going to a sex therapy office. This office is run by a well-known female doctor, psychiatrist and sexologist.
The first time I went, I discovered that all the staff, namely the receptionist and the therapists, are attractive women. They wear discrete uniforms consisting of short-sleeved blouses and pants, all pale pink.
The receptionist made me wait in the anteroom. Occasionally a man would leave the hall, no doubt a patient. He seemed to pay the receptionist before leaving. When it was my turn, the receptionist let me into the doctor's office, who is a very attractive mature woman. I had to tell her about my sexual intimacy, about which I don't speak with anyone else. I felt that making those confessions gave me a certain excitement. Then, she called two therapists, and said loudly (that the receptionist could hear behind the partition) that, for the time being, I had to undergo a “sexual reinforcement”. Then, one of the girls, led me to a room at the end of the hall, which they call "the laboratory." It consists of a small room with a sofa and a clothes rack. On the other side of a low partition, there is a stretcher. She ordered me to undress completely, and handed me a blue paper gown, which I had to wear, and that only covers the front of the body. She left for a few minutes, while I kept my orders, and left all my clothes hanging on the clothes rack. Then, she returned, and verifying that I was already completely naked, she let me out and led me along the corridor, to a small working sauna room. There they made me stay for something like ten minutes. Then I asked to go to the bathroom to take a shower, and I had to do it in sight of her, who provided me with a clean towel. Then she brought me back to the lab. I felt like cattle being herded. I remember the touch of the soft carpet under my bare feet. Back in the room, I had to lie on the stretcher, face up. Lying down as I was told, I felt a strange excitement. I couldn't stop thinking about the doctor's clothes, the receptionist's clothes and the therapists' uniforms. Then came the second therapist, who seemed to be the most expert, bringing a cart that was holding an electrical device. She drew the edge of my gown towards my chest, leaving my body almost completely exposed. With one hand she briefly held my penis and watched it carefully for a few seconds. Then she opened the lid of the electrical appliance, plugged it into the outlet, and deployed a cable that ended in a plastic strap that covered an electrode or something like that. She carefully and deftly adjusted the strap to my penis and turned on the device, that emitted a slight hum and made me feel a soft vibration. The therapist asked me if I felt the electricity, and if it was too little or too much. Guided by my answers, she adjusted the machine's voltage. Then she slightly increased the volume of the speaker that played the recorded sound, and left the room, leaving me alone with soothing music. But I could not be calm, wondering what would happen next, and what the so-called "sexual reinforcement" would consist of. Then the two therapists entered together, always with their pink uniforms well adjusted to their bodies. They turned off the machine and released me ... and they took off my gown, which was the only thing that covered me badly. They began to caress my body and my penis. They asked me my age ... they told me that my body was beautiful ... that my penis was beautiful, and they celebrated watching my erection begin. They immediately discovered how it turns me on to be caressed and pinched by my nipples, they made my legs open, and while one of them masturbated me (that is, she "reinforced" me) the other discovered how I get when my anus is caressed with the fingers.. I made no attempt to touch them, staying totally passive. I could barely speak, and I could only moan with those caresses. They alternated the rhythm of caresses and masturbation, slower or faster, and I felt that I was totally at the mercy of them. And, when they decided, they made me ejaculate on my own body, and abundant semen covered my belly and even my chest. The most expert took the machine, while the other helped me clean. New walk down the hall, to use the bathroom, and finally, alone, I went back to the lab to get dressed.
In the office, the Doctor, after consulting the report of the therapists, told me that the use of medications in my treatment would be minimal. Everything else could be achieved with reinforcement and "with ST" (I later learned that it was sexual therapy, with vaginal penetration). She asked me what I had felt, and, before my answers, she discovered that my own nakedness excited me. Then I told her that I was very excited to be with dressed women. Later I learned that, commonly, therapists undress to care for patients, but they always made the exception with me. During the following therapy sessions, and, by order of the Doctor, they should always be dressed, and I always had to be totally naked. I used to take precautions to make it easier for them to penetrate my anus with their fingers when they decided to do so. They never removed their entire uniform, even for therapy with vaginal penetration. One of them changed her pants for a short and straddled me (that was the position that I asked for) and simply put aside the fabric that covers the crotch and panties, and so she received the penetration. They always made me use a condom. They put it on me and then removed it.
I remember attending therapies once a month, for several months. Then, according to the Doctor, I interrupted and months later continued. I was like that for two and a half years, as I recall.
I enjoy the benefits of that therapy even today.
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