TO BE READ BY ADULTS AT LEAST 21 YEARS OF AGE Copyright c November 2003 By C.D.E. & Es2c, ALL Rights Reserved This story may not be reproduced in any form or sold for profit. This story may be freely distributed for personal use with this notice attached. All Characters And Events Depicted In This Story Are Purely Fictional. There Is No Intention In Any Manner, To Represent Or Mimic, Any Real World Situations Or Persons. Story Content:(Cuckold, Humil, Flag, MC, M+/F, Male Fem, MM, MF, Inter, Impreg, FemDom, MDom) WARNING: THIS STORY IS A PURE SEXUAL FANTASY. DO NOT READ THIS STORY IF YOU ARE HOMOPHOBIC, AND/OR DO NOT LIKE READING A FICTIONAL STORY OF THE DOMINANT/CUNNING SLUT WIFE GENRE, WHERE GULLIBLE MEN ARE TRICKED/FOOLED/USED, PSYCHOLOGICALLY MANIPULATED, OCASSIONALLY FLAGELLATED, SEXUALLY DOMINATED BY THEIR BEAUTIFUL SLUT WIVES AND OCASSIONALLY BY THEIR WIVES' MALE LOVERS. TO BE READ BY ADULTS AT LEAST 21 YEARS OF AGE Title: Dr. Judy: The Case File of Mark & Millie - (Part 2 BELOW) Authors: C.D.E. & Es2c AUTHORS NOTES: C.D.E.: Es2c and I have finally collaborated on a tale. This saga of Dr. Judy's (a new character for both myself & Es2c) involves her encounter with Mark & Millie. The story seeks to combine themes from my "Family Bonding" & "Mother Debbie" series, and Es2c's "The Group". Es2c: First. I must say it is a pleasure for me to finally work collaboratively with C.D.E. on developing a story that seeks to meld themes from both our fantasy interests. NOTE: This story is not designed to be a quick read, but rather to bring out subtle nuances of wry erotic humiliations experienced by the main character of focus - "Mark". Our goal was to purposely fill this tale with prose that would titillate those who are into mild FemDom and forced male feminization, and of course, cuckoldry themes. ENJOY! Works of both authors can be found at www.asstr.org, look under authors (free site). Abstract: Mark and Millie, who are engaged, are having relationship problems. They are seeking the professional help of Dr. Judy, a Relationship Counselor, in an attempt to resolve their differences. Differences that Mark believed to be un-resolvable, that is, until he came under the counsel of Dr. Judy and was subjected to her unusual therapies. CAST: Mark - Fiance/Husband Millie - Fiancee/Wife Dr. Judy - Relationship Counselor Title: Dr. Judy: The Case File of Mark & Millie - Part 2 Authors: C.D.E. & Es2c PART 2: Dr. Judy's Physical Attributes Negation & Subservience Inculcation (P-A-N-S-I) Therapy "B-But Dr. Judy, isn't PANSI a-an odd name f-for..." "Mark, I am a professional. I can't help if the acronym for a therapeutic treatment mimics a word with other meaning. Now Mark, lets get on with what PANSI is all about. Okay?" "O-Okay Dr. Judy." I replied softly, but now even more leery of Dr. Judy. "Now Mark, the purpose of PANSI is to help you stop feeling negative about your lack of physical endowments. It also is to help you be more comfortable and at ease with the fact that you are unpretentious and are not geared to be a real man in your fiancee's eyes. You may not accept it, even though Millie has been telling you so repeatedly, but your unassuming, easy going, innocent makeup is really why she's attracted to you." "Y-Yes, I know that she says that she doesn't feel the same type of tension between us as she does with other men w-who are focused on getting into her panties a-and getting her into bed." "You may not realize it Mark, but it is this area of your relationship with her where you have the edge over her other men, the men friends she refers so aptly to as her "real men"". "Dr. Judy, I hate that term. Can't we not..." "No we can't Mark. In fact I want you to be sure and use it repeatedly when you refer to or compare yourself to any of Millie's lovers or studs from now on." "W-WHAT?" "You see Mark, your strong point in holding on to Millie is that she doesn't perceive you as being in the same Ball Park as her "real men". To make sure that you keep that edge over her "real men", you have to perceive yourself as being different from them." "S-So am I-I to t-think of myself as not being a man?" "Just think of yourself as simply being less than her real men. Think of them as the alpha males. As you know, this concept is very common in the animal kingdom. You should think of yourself as a male, but not as a man. That's what the subservience inculcation part of PANSI is about. It will teach you how to turn your physical weakness and unassuming nature into an emotional strength and help you feel good about being a male who accepts the fact that he doesn't meet the measure of being a real man. At the same time though, it will also help you to feel at ease and comfortable in your lesser role, as well as showing real men, the respect they deserve for being better than you." "Dr. Judy, t-this is s-so confusing. I-I think I-I was right at first. Millie and I are better off g-going our separate..." "Mark, your willingness to give us so easily is just another symptom of your meek, weak personality. However, for now, lets take a break. I want you to try some of this herbal tea. It relieves stress and helps one to think clearer." I took the cup of tea that Dr. Judy prepared. It had a very pleasant cinnamon flavored aroma. As we drank tea, Dr. Judy and I kept discussing my "less than a man" role in my relationship with Millie. Dr. Judy's assertion that I should give up trying to be a "real man" like Millie's studs, and instead embrace that I was indeed subordinate to them in every way, except when it came to being Millie's emotional support partner. About half way through the cup of tea, I indeed did feel more relaxed and what Dr. Judy was saying began to become much more lucid in my thoughts. I blurted out un- expectantly that I saw her points and that what she was saying finally was making sense. "That's very good Mark, very good. So we will began several exercises that will help you strengthen and adapt to seeing your self as less than a man, in your eyes as well as Millie's." Dr. Judy and I continued to talk as we finished our tea. After the tea, I was a bit nappy, so she suggested I take a nap on the nearby divan in her office. As she helped me to it, she also suggested that I listen to some soothing relaxing music while napped. She placed headphones over my ears so as not to disturb her as she sat at her desk and worked on other cases. I thought that was wonderful of her. The music was so soothing. It complimented the wonderfully mellow, but drowsy state, I was in. I didn't realize how long I'd been asleep, but I awoke 2 hours later. Not only was I not on the divan, I wasn't even in Dr. Judy's office. I was in apparently one of her labs. In addition, I seemed to be handcuffed and secured to some sort of apparatus such that I was I was bent over from a standing posture with my legs straight, but tightly secured also. I could hardly move them. Actually, it was more a wiggle than any serious movement. In short I was tightly bound to some sort of platform where I was bent over. And as best I could tell, to my surprise, I was nude from the waist down. However, I seem to perceive that my pants and shorts were down around my ankle. I also seem to sense another strange feel about my predicament, as I started to call out for help. However, I was more focused on being tightly bound to the strange fixture I was attached to. It was then that Dr. Judy walked into the room. "Hello Mark. I see you're awake after you nap. There is no need to be alarmed." "W-Where a-am I Dr. Judy? A-And w-why am I bound up like this?" "No need to worry, you're safe. You're in one of my labs. You appeared to have had a nice rest, so I decided to go ahead and get you started on my PANSI Therapy, rather than wait until the next session." "B-But why a-am I-I bound up like..." "Well, Mark, the focus of PANSI Therapy treatments are designed to assist the patient to reach a level of contentment where the patient is comfortable and at peace with himself about being subservient to others, especially to those that he loves and cares about. The therapy seeks to help the patient see that others have the liberty to control what he does. The patient's reward comes from having done what is desired of him by others. What better way to get you in the mode of thinking in that manner, than a good flagellation treatment with several whipping instruments." "W-WHAT? Y-You're going to whip me!" "Yes, Mark, it's necessary for you to feel the pain from this treatment so as to condition your mental consciousness. This provides you the incentive to not have second thoughts about being submissive, when directed to do something you are told to do. Pain is a very effective deterrent to help you focus on what is correct for you." P-Please Dr. Judy, n-no please don't do this. T-This can't be happening. It-It's illegal for you..." "You signed a release Mark. It gives me the right to subject you to reasonable treatment that, in my professional opinion, is needed. You need this treatment to help you feel more subservient. Therefore, I plan to beat you with a variety of flagellation instruments during this session. You won't need this full treatment often, just a periodic touch up so to speak. "Those will be a lighter, more like refresher treatments on a monthly basis. Millie, her mother, or your mother, aunt or other female relatives can give you them to keep you in tune with the focus of the PANSI Therapy. "I believe it's probably better if a female relative whips you, so as for you to be constantly reminded that you are a mama's boy. Being reminded of that compliments and reinforces the therapeutic merits of PANSI. However, an occasional thrashing by a manly male relative, or even one of Millie's or even your mother's lovers wouldn't be bad for you either. That would further drive home the issue that you should be respectful to superior males. Anyway Mark, I'm really doing you a favor by giving you this full treatment now. This will ensure by the time your wedding roles around, you will be fully at peace with yourself and your new role as Millie's husband." "DR. Judy, N-NO! PLEASE! T-THOSE ARE REAL WHIPS!" I shouted as Dr. Judy folded down a compartment on the wall in front of me. Inside were a complete array of flagellation whipping devices including thick wood and rubber paddles, leather whips, short and long tawses, and many types of canes. "Yes, Mark, these are the real thing. I only use the best for my patients. Your regimen today will encompass an initial round of smacks with a perforated wooden paddle. The drilled holes have been optimally sized to impart the maximum discomfort to your buttocks. The perforated holes momentarily form a partial vacuum on the impacted skin, and slightly pull it up after each smack on your ass. The additional discomfort this causes to your bruised, blistered ass cheeks further helps you to remember to avoid any thoughts of disobedience. You will be given two minutes of smacking your posterior with this fine instrument. It imparts discomfort treatment over a wide area, and is an excellent conditioner for treatment to follow from other instruments. "Next, I'm going to use a three thong knotted whip, commonly called a dog whip instrument, to narrow the corridor of pain and discomfort to smaller zones of your rear end. I'll take another two minutes or so doing that so that the flagellation treatment gets focused and reinforced." "B-BUT DR. JUDY! Y-YOU CAN'T DO..." "Lower your voice Mark, and please do not interrupt me until I finish telling you what treatment I've prescribed for you today. Besides, the room is very soundproof. So no one will hear you anyway. "Now, where was I? Oh, yes. Now after the dog whip, I'm going to use a tawse to spread the discomfort to a broader, but not as wide an area as that inflicted by the paddles. I'll be whipping you for about three minutes with it. It's also give you time to rest from the dog whip, but feel the discomfort of the less intense tawse. The tawse, because of its split leather ends, does an excellent job of spreading discomforting stinging sensations around the edges of your buttocks. "Following the tawse treatment, I'm going to give you a full minute of treatment from a whippy cane. This instrument is known for it's burning and stinging sensation, which sends a very clear message to the recipient." I mentally shuddered as she held and flexed the thin pliable instrument while looking at me straight in the eyes as she stood so imperiously. The image of her scared me to death. I was in total terror. "After that Mark, you will be give what I call a cool down treatment with one minute of lashes from a knotted, thin extension cord and the last minute will be from a perforated rubber paddle. Now it's time for your prescribed treatment to begin." "P-PLEASE! Dr. Judy, please don't do this. T-There must be another way, I-I..." "SMACK!" "OUCH! OH NOOO! THAT HURTS!" I cried out in pain as the thick wooden paddle made contact with my tender butt. "Mark, there is no other way. This is what you need." Dr. Judy spoke as she seem to inhaling a good breath in order to prepare for another stroke on me. "SMACK!" "OUCH!" "SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!" "OUCH! OH MY GOD! PLEASEEEEE STOP! PLEASEEE DR. JUDY! PLEASE! THAT-THAT HURTS!" Dr. Judy increased the rapidity of her paddling and the pain increased exponentially with each additional smack of the fearsome instrument. I cried out loudly, but it was in vain. I bucked and wiggled as best I could against the tight constraints, but it also was to no avail. I was bound tight and knew that I would have to stay in place and girth myself to endure the painful "treatment" ahead for me at the hands of Dr. Judy. "WAAAAHHHHH! NO! NO! PLEASEEEEE STOP! WAAAAHHHHH!" My loud wailing surprised even me as I screamed to the top of my voice. However, the pain was still there and the blows from Dr. Judy kept descending. After a while I was cried out, and was only whimpering. I was on the verge of losing my voice, finally the painful paddling stopped. The intense pain was still there. "Well Mark, you've made it through the first stage. You cried just like a baby. I expected that. That's good. It shows you're not ashamed of acting like the soft and delicate mollycoddled mama's boy you are. As you may have noticed the intensity of pain reached a point where it doesn't increase but reaches a plateau. My goal is to sustain this plateau of pain and alter the type of pain, with the remainder of your flagellation discomfort treatment. Your cognitive memory of this painful experience, as well as the monthly refresher whippings should serve as a reminder for you to not to want to experience this again, should you chose to be uncooperative to those who love you, especially Millie." As I continued whimpering and trying to make sense of what all was happening to me, Dr. Judy walked away briefly and returned holding something like a ball with tubes attached. "Mark, since you're all cried out. This little device is a pump up gag. It'll help you from screaming and preserve your voice." "What..." As I opened my mouth to talk, Dr. Judy quickly pushed the small ball in and began to pump on a small rubber bulb, which was concealed in her hand. The ball in my mouth began to swell and before I could spit it out, it filled my mouth and was wedged in tight. "There, that's good. Now that we got that done, let's get back on with your treatment." "UMMMMMMMMM!" The only noise I made came out muffled, as I tried to again plead with Dr. Judy to stop this insane thing she was doing to me. "I love using the dog whip. It has such good balance and is fun to see the welts pop up after they bounce up off the flesh. I don't mean to be cavalier Mark, but those welts will be beneficial for your remembering what's good for you. Okay? Well anyway, Get ready mark. Show time." "WHAP!" The pain from that first lash seemed to go through me. The pain was so different. It was like three trails of fire in an already hot bed of coals, all sitting on my blazing ass cheeks. As the whipping session went on, Dr. Judy made comments about the benefits and effects of each of the whipping instruments she used on me. I was writing in pain and just wished she would cease the whole effort especially her clinical comments about the merits of each whip or cane and the pain inflicted. After all, it was my ass feeling the pain, not hers. I can truly say, the whippy cane did seem to stand out in reference to the type of pain Dr. Judy described. I was so glad it was all over with. My backside was enveloped in searing pain. COMMENT BY DR. JUDY: Reader, at this point, I'm going to switch you over to a historical excerpt from Mark's Diary, as it offers a more accurate first hand personal description and insight of his experiences at that point in time. ENTRY FROM MARK'S DIARY (The Whipping Session) Dear Diary, My rear end still aches from the PANSI flagellation treatment Dr. Judy gave me 5 days ago. It was so painful. I thought I was going to die. In a way I did, at least the way things use to be with me, but more about that later. Even though mother has punished me several times, the pain that Dr. Judy inflicted on me was of a higher order of magnitude than I'd ever experienced before. After my painful experience with the flagellation instruments she used - a thick wood paddle with perforations, a three thong knotted dog whip, a thick leather tawse, a whippy cane, and a thin knotted folded electrical extension cord - I felt indeed submissive. Besides the pain and the humiliation of being beaten, I found out that an electronic chastity device had been placed on my balls and prick. Even though I was crying and wailing profusely, after she removed the ball gag from my mouth, the reality of what had happened, as well as my projected future of subjugation, came down on me like a thunderbolt. I was full of questions and pain as I frantically hobbled around the small room with my pants and shorts around my ankles. I vigorously rubbed my naked bottom and felt the pronounced welts and bruise blistered swollen areas of my ass cheeks. Diary, I was in a very confused state. I was howling in pain and crying like a baby. I tried to soothe and console my ravished buttocks. They seemed as if they were literally on fire. However, as I think back, not once did I think of retaliating against Dr. Judy for what she'd done to me. I remember just not having any fight in me. Besides Diary, that would've been foolish since Dr. Judy is taller, big boned and has more weight and strength than me. Well anyway, I settled down a few minutes later. Dr. Judy helped me wipe my face and promised some ointment to soothe the ache, stinging and burning sensation. "No ointment for you at the moment Mark and everything will be fully explained to you in a few minutes. I want the discomfort to linger with you a while. This way you'll get the full benefit of this very effective and therapeutic treatment, which will get you off on the right foot as a PANSI husband-to-be." Diary, I had many, many questions. Little did I know at the time how the answers would change my whole world. To my further discomfort, Dr. Judy wanted to do some counseling while I was in this state of pain and confusion. "Now Mark, I know this may be a little difficult for you, but I must ask you a few question which I expect you to answer full and truthfully. Otherwise, I may have to give you some more treatment before you get your ointment. You don't want that do you?" "NO! N-NO Ma'am!" I blurted out. "Good! Now Mark, your lovely fiancee will expect you to be more understanding, as well as accepting of her past and future involvement with other men. This treatment has been given so as for you to be reminded of your inadequacies as a man, as well as to remind you that subservience and compliance to her needs are of paramount importance for you from now on. This will make you stronger emotionally in her eyes and bond you both closer together in love. Y-You do love her, correct?" "Y-You know I-I do Dr. Judy. It-It's I-I just wish that I- I didn't have..." "Mark! I need a yes or no answer! I don't have time for one of your wishy-washy responses. I'm trying to help you! It's time for you to stop your wishful thinking, and stand up and say you're not a man, but a milquetoast mama's boy who wants to do what it takes to have the love of the woman you love! NOW SAY IT!" Diary, surprised at the tone of Dr. Judy's voice and the suddenness of her actions, I quickly became cowed and responded as she asked of me. "I-I'm not a m-man. I-I want t-to d-do whatever it takes to h-have Millie's l-love." I softly and meekly replied as I hung my head. Dr. Judy was standing tall and authoritative over me. Her handling and flexing one of the whippy canes also influenced my quickness too. I didn't want another message from that little monster. "GOOD! Very Good Mark. So anytime in the future you may tend to feel like being non-compliant with Millie's wishes, you are to remember your treatment her today. It is to be a reminder that you voluntarily submitted to make a statement about your lack of manliness and a commitment of love for the woman you love. In other words Mark, you must see this as a proud and noble experience you've undergone here today. From now on if you're treated as less than a man, or being whipped like a little boy, or called names such as a cuckold, or even a sissy, or a pantywaist, you must not object. You should see those as opportunities to let the person, or persons, know that you will do or be any of those things to show your fiancee that you are not insecure with your un-manliness, but as proof of what you will do for her love. By your actions, Millie's real men will know they have no chance to woo or steal her away from you with their handsome muscular physiques and big sturdy dicks, compared to the type and quality of your demonstrated love. Also, others will only be able to marvel at your noble stance and commend your courage and fortitude of love." Diary, the tone of Dr. Judy's statement did have an air and tone of projecting me as being proud and noble, but I still didn't feel totally noble about myself at the moment. Dr. Judy went on to congratulate me for the fortitude and endurance I'd shown in taking whipping that I'd just received. "Mark, you may not feel it now, but you should be proud of having undergone such a thorough flagellation treatment as you have today. Even though, you're not much of a man in other ways, you can take pride in the fact that you take a whipping rather well. I'm sure that aspect won't be lost on Millie either. This is just another edge you'll have over her real men. In addition, Mark, I think you have the right stuff to make Millie happy. I don't see you having a problem adjusting to any further opportunities of demonstrations of your love for Millie in the future either. Sure, society and others may deem them as disgraceful acts of humiliations, but to you they're golden possibilities to show affection in a way that only a non-alpha male like you can, for the woman he loves. "Well, that's enough for now. We'll talk more about these things in future sessions." Spoke Dr. Judy as she abruptly brought her counseling session to an end. Diary, even though I wanted to ask Dr. Judy more questions about aspects of the things she talked about, my mind quickly returned to my painful ass. I desperately needed relief back there. Sensing that I was about to be given the promised ointment for my aching rear, I again raised the question about the device on my prick and balls. Again Diary, I didn't have any idea, but this was truly to be a day of surprises. Dr. Judy replied to me in the following manner. "Mark, all will be made clear to you in a moment. Take your pants and shorts completely off and lay across the examination table there. I'm going to get the ointment I promised you." Dr. Judy left the room and I complied with her request. As I lay across the table, my thoughts were all over the map. However, `How could this be happening to me?' seemed to be the most predominant thought I was having. Moments later the door opened and my anticipation of just Dr. Judy returning was shattered when I heard and saw who was with her. In my surprise and shock I tried to sit on my ravaged bottom, but the pain was too great. I had to jump on the floor from the slightly elevated exam table. "Mark, honey, you are such a darling. You took your whipping so bravely. I just know we're going to be so happy now that you understand things better now." Spoke Millie, with a broad beaming smile on her face. "Mark, sweetie, you really made your mother and I proud to see you trying to wiggle your little ass as Dr. Judy laid into you, but you hung in there and took your whipping with pride, just like a good little boy." Spoke my Aunt Monica, my mother's sister, who I hadn't seen in a while. "Yes, you did make me proud sweetie. I'm so delighted that you did what mommie said and agreed to see Dr. Judy. It's so wonderful to know that you're doing the right thing and not trying to be a real man, but instead are making a serious commitment to capitalize and optimize your manly inadequacies so as to give you parity with Millie's real men. In addition son, this can't but help you keep the competitive edge as you work toward becoming Millie's husband. I truly and proud of you Mark. Let mommie hug her baby." While mother was embracing me, Millie's mother also congratulated me for what she'd seen me go through. It was then that I was told that Dr. Judy had arranged for my flagellation treatment to be seen on close circuit TV in another room, where the women saw the literal blow-by-blow on my rear end. Despite the fact that I was naked below my waist, it was too late for me to be embarrassed. Mother volunteered to rub the soothing and anesthetizing ointment onto my pain wracked rear. However, before Dr. Judy would give me the ointment, she insisted I drink at least half of another cup of her special herbal tea to relieve any stress I might be feeling after my ordeal. The warm cinnamon flavored beverage was welcomed. I'd come to welcome the mellow feeling it gave me as well as the clarity of thinking, from having drank it several times before. I hadn't been able to reason why when I drank the stuff, Dr. Judy's reasoning seemed so much more understandable to me. Finally, Dr. Judy was about to hand me the much-desired ointment, but it was mother who interceded and took it from her. She decided "I was her baby" and therefore she was the one to rub it on my "tenderized" bottom." I was even more embarrassed that she wanted me to lie over her lap. I wanted to apply the ointment myself, but she wouldn't hear of it. She even asked Dr. Judy for permission to use the whippy cane on me if I continued to be recalcitrant. That did it, I quickly obeyed and went back to being a mama's boy. Dr. Judy, quickly seized upon my action as the positive benefits of painful discomfort that changes "behavioral attitudes" - her words. To make matters worse, as I was laying across mother's lap, and enduring the embarrassment of having her apply ointment to my backside - just as she did when I was a baby - Dr. Judy chose to lecture the women on the proper way to flagellate me, should they be called upon to do so. The atmosphere was so unreal as I lay there and heard Dr. Judy go in the fine details of using the various whips, paddles, straps, and canes she had in the compartment on the wall. "So remember ladies, let the instruments do the work. All you have to do is apply the right amount of wrist action and don't be heavy handed. We don't want to injure Mark, only to make sure that he gets the message that we are trying to help him to be cooperative with us as we do what's best for him. Remember, a little goes a long way with these fine behavior adjustment tools." Again, the smug look on Dr. Judy's face didn't bode well with me. But then again, what could I do about it? I felt so helpless. And yes, Dairy, there were disparaging comments about my small prick. "But don't you worry a bit Mark Darling, you may not have it there like my real men, but you have it where it counts for me - in your mouth." Spoke Millie as she boasted of my pussy suck out prowess, and that she was looking forward to my head being back in her wet, drippy, shot-off-in snatch, after her real men had used it. The other women applauded her, as well as congratulated her for getting a prize catch, me, who was willing to go to go to such lengths for her. The whole atmosphere in the room was total devastating to any shred of manliness I may have possessed. I should've been totally and unequivocally outraged. However, with all the talk about me being proud of being less than a man, and having been recently whipped, I just didn't have any will power to refute or not agree with anything that was being said. I had to accept what was being said, and due to the mellow sate I was in from the herbal tea, I even felt a great deal in agreement with what was being said. As a result, what was being said just didn't bother me. Maybe Dr. Judy's treatment was working already. Was I becoming desensitized to being seen as less than a man?" ###End of Part 2### Stay Tuned for Part 3: The Shocking Cock Lock [Maybe Mid Dec. 2003]