TO BE READ BY ADULTS AT LEAST 21 YEARS OF AGE Copyright September 2004 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, 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 4) 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 PART 4: Chapter 1: MORE SCENES FROM MARK'S DIARY -"WIMPISM" Dear Diary The session I had yesterday with Dr. Judy was another milestone in my relationship building with Millie. Millie was also a part of this session, even though I didn't know she was suppose to be in attendance. So that I don't get ahead of myself or forget the facts, I'll start from the beginning after I arrived at Dr. Judy's office. "How are you today Mark?" Dr. Judy asked me upon entering the waiting room. "Fine, Dr. Judy." I replied. "Good. Now Mark, this session is going to be another significant one in regard to the further successful development of a strong relationship between you and Millie. In today's session, we're going to explore the concept of wimpism and why it's important for you to not only continue to be the wimp you are, but to be stronger at it, as well as not shying away from admitting you're one or feeling any shame about it also. In fact I'll want you to boast about it." "W-Wimpism? B-Boast about it? Dr. J-Judy, p-please, It's bad enough I-I've had to admit being a pantywaist a-and to wear panties for Millie, b-but is it-it necessary for me to..." I stammered as I replied and stumbled with my words before Dr. Judy cut me off. "It is most necessary for you to not be shy about the fact that you are a wimp. Remember that your strong point in this relationship is being weak and showing Millie that you're not insecure with that. Okay?" "I-I know we've discussed this before Dr. Judy, a-and I know that I-I'm not as assertive as some men, b-but I-I don't see w-why I have to boast about the fact t-that I-I don't have a-an aggressive or assertive personality." "Mark, there you go again falling back into that same old trap of faulty logic and denial. Mark, you forget. You're not that much of a man, you're a wimp. You have to accept that. Now look me in my eyes and answer the following questions. Does a wimpy male wear panties?" I knew Dr. Judy had trapped me with her very first question. I sat silent and hung my head. She answered her question for me. "So you're slow to answer huh, well the answer is yes, which you do, that is wear panties. And by the way, your mother told me you should be wearing lavender ones with pink lace trim today. I'll check on that later when I have you show them to me. However, let us move on to the next question. Speaking of your wonderful mom, do you admit to being a mama's boy?" Again Diary, I parted my lips to reply, but decided not to, as I knew it was hopeless not to play into Dr. Judy's hands in regard to me being a wimp. "So again, you can't answer an obvious question. Yes, you are a mama's boy and a very good one at that. You should not be ashamed to admit that in any way. Now, here`s another question for you. Does a wimpy male suck his mother's pussy and especially so when it's full of another man's semen?" Again Diary, I sat silent and stared at the floor, knowing full well that Dr. Judy was intent on getting her point across while beating me mentally down. She was succeeding, but I didn't want to let her see my red blushing face to know she was doing so. Dr. Judy again answered her own question in the affirmative as well as several others. There were two dealing with me watching mother get fucked by her new black boyfriend and me having to lick and suck her pussy clean between their fuck sessions. Dr. Judy also targeted me admitting to Millie how good I found her fucked gash and how it was obvious I relish sucking her out now that I know it's other men's sperm she's feeding me. Diary, as you can see, Dr. Judy was taking liberty with the facts and twisting things around. But nevertheless, there was little I could say in response. There was so much truth in all she was saying, even though I was adverse to how she was saying, what she did say. "Mark, I hope you see in all I've said here is that you're not a real man, and you should not be offended in any way because of it. I can tell by the look on your face that you're distraught or saddened by my words. You shouldn't be, because you're a wimp and a pantywaist, and should be proud of it because that's what Millie sees you as and wants you to be. To be otherwise would displease her and I know you love her too much to dissatisfy her. Am I right?" "Y-You're right Dr. Judy, b-but I-I'm hoping t-that after we're married and she g-gets more settled that I-I can be m-more to her than j-just a wimp." I replied, trying to control my nervousness. "And Mark, there is nothing wrong with that. However, for now, you have to be steadfast in being a wimp to insure you make her your wife first. Therefore, I'll continue to treat and train you such that you'll be a good wimp and pantywaist husband for Millie. Understand?" Diary, it was so paradoxical, but I could not fault what Dr. Judy said. Therefore I nodded that I was in agreement with her reasoning. "Good! Now Mark, being the wimp you are, you respect the authority of those that demand it from you. To your credit, you're a natural doormat. However, to be sure that you don't waiver in this regard, you, as all wimps, must be periodically reminded of their subordinate place. That's why I've prescribed monthly whippings for you. "Additionally, wimps should wear on their person a constant reminder that they are not insecure in being less than manly. Hence, your wearing frilly feminine panties. By the way, I'm going to prescribe a few more additions to your underwear attire to further bolster your feelings of security as a proud wimp." "M-More women's u-underwear?" I blurted out. "Yes, just a garter belt, stockings and maybe a nice set of lacy camisoles to match your panties and garter belts, that's all. They'll compliment your wearing panties quite well." "P-Please Dr. Judy. P-Please don't have me w-wearing..." "And your saying just what you're saying, is another important characteristic of you being a wimp Mark. You see, wimps often say one thing, but their mental and physical makeup really is saying something completely different." "T-They do?" "Yes they do. As an example, answer this question. I know you were upset at Millie for having been promiscuous and feeding you her other men's semen when she had you suck her fucked pussy. But can you truthfully say you were angry with her for doing this? For if you were truly angry, you wouldn't have forgiven her, no matter what your mother and I did, nor would you have gone back to slurping up the slimy spend from the same men that were fucking her before. See my point?" "B-But Dr. Judy, y-you all w-whipped me a-and p-put this c-cock lock device on..." I replied before she cut me off. "Mark, a real man would've continued to resist. It would've been just too much against his nature to do what you've done to date. But as the wimp you are, sure you have complained and protested somewhat, but for the most part you've accepted what has been imposed on you because you know it's what you and your mental makeup needs. In most cases, wimps don't know what they need until others in authority impose it on them. Then they adapt rather well. You're no exception. You've adapted to wearing cute panties. You've accepted that your new bride needs real men to satisfy her in a way you can't. You've adapted to having your cock and balls under lock and key and to be under supervised masturbation - both before and after your genitals were in the chastity device. Additionally, you've accepted that you will need to suck her used pussy for your contribution to her sexual satisfaction. We all know you delight in oral clean up of Millie after she's been fucked. Otherwise why did you come in your pants while eating her out? By the way, your mother was so proud that you came in your shorts while eating out her black stud's jism cream too. Mark, need I say more about what a wimp says is not a true indication of what he really needs?" Diary, I was so flabbergasted at her reply, I just shook my head from side to side to avoid any further examples of how my behavior fit her profile of being a wimp. In retrospect, the mere fact I did not challenge her further, in my own mind, seem to validate her assessment of me as a true wimp. Diary, what happened next caught me completely off guard. "Mark, stand up and take all your clothes off, except for your panties." Diary, I know I looked like a deer in a car's headlights. But when Dr. Judy repeated her request, more like an order, with a sterner more authoritative tone, I did as I was told. While I was undressing, Dr. Judy left the room and returned with a large garment bag. "Your mother was correct. The combination of such soft feminine colors such as lavender and pink, especially that exquisite lace, really looks good on you Mark." Dr. Judy said upon returning and seeing me standing in the middle of room in only the panties mother had picked out for me that morning. I really hated that mother had to call Dr. Judy and tell her what color and style panties I wore each day. "Now Mark, slip those lovely panties just down below your cheeks and bend over this table. I want to check for any tell-tale signs from your last whipping." Again I did, as Dr. Judy desired, not thinking in the least. After all she was the doctor. Additionally, she had obvious authority over me too. "Good! You're well healed." Was all she said before I got the wake up call that was to usher in a new day for me as being a wimp. "WHAP!" "OUUUUCCH!" I screamed in surprise after realizing that Dr. Judy had lashed me with one of her whips. As I snapped my head around to see what had happened, I immediately saw that it was one of her feared three thong knotted dog whips. "W-WHAT WAS T-THAT FOR!" I howled out as I rubbed my tender bottom and felt the rise of three rows of welts on my fleshy ass cheeks. "You don't have to worry, there won't be anymore of those unless you want some more. You see Mark, I'm going to be demanding you to do some things today in our session. That little tap on your bottom was just to establish a reference point for you and whether you'll need any further positive pain reinforcement to do what is expected of you." "O-Oh no! I-I'll do what you ask!" I responded quickly in a clear and loud manner so that Dr. Judy clearly understood I had no plans to disobey her, even though I didn't know what was going to be asked of me. I guess at the time, my first concern was not to receive any more lashes. Diary, as you know, I don't handle pain well. My thought at that very moment was that maybe I was a wimp in that regard. Dr. Judy seemed to have been reading my mind as she spoke. "Good! Spoken like a true wimp. I thought I could count on you. But if you need any further reinforcement, I'll have it handy." She said looking at and stroking the awesome instrument of pain. "Now Mark, I'm not going to put any ointment on your little discomfort on your rear. The sensation there will be a constant reminder that you've promised to be a good wimp for me today." Said Dr. Judy as she began to zip open the large garment bag she'd brought into the room with her. I was a bit offended by her constant use of the word "wimp", but I knew better than to protest in any manner. "Aren't these simply gorgeous?" Dr. Judy was holding up a very frilly set of matching lace adorned garter belt and camisole. They were both pink and lavender. It was almost as if the panties I was wearing was part of the set. Stunned, conspiracy between her and mother immediately flashed in my mind. Dr. Judy directed me to put on the additional feminine apparel. The lingering burning sensation from the whip was a powerful deterrent to any objections I ordinarily would've had. I meekly took the two delicate items and put them on with her guidance. "My you look so sweet and effeminate, just the way you should look to boast of your pride and lack of insecurity at being a pantywaist wimp. However, there is something missing and guess what, here they are Mark." Dr. Judy said with a tone of drama in her voice as she pulled a pair of sheer bright pink stocking from the garment bag. To my chagrin, the sexy gaudy nylons even seem to have a slight shimmer to them too, which made them stand out even more. I'd never put on nylons before. Dr. Judy watched me closely to be sure I didn't snag or tear them. I was surprised they went on so easily. "You look lovely Mark." She said as I stood before the mirror encased in a complete set of women's very lacy pink and lavender sexy undies. Dr. Judy thought I needed some additional adornment, so she produced a makeup kit and had me put my hands out to her. The thought of wearing makeup caused me to be very vocal with her as I withdrew my hands behind my back. "Mark there is nothing to fear but fear itself. A splash of color will adorn your pretty undergarments so well. Now you don't want me to give you some more encouragement with the whip and run the risk of possibly damaging some of that beautiful apparel you're wearing, do you?" "P-Please Dr. Judy. I-I d-don't think I-I'm ready for nail polish. P-Please can w-we wait until..." "No Mark, we can't wait. Don't be such a scardy-cat. Be courageous. Besides, I think you're ready and that's what counts, okay?" "P-Please Dr. Judy, I-I know y-you know what's best, b-but nail polish w-will make me l-look so..." "So pretty, that's all it will do. Now if you don't present your hands to me, maybe you're telling me you need a bit stronger encouragement." At that point, Dr. Judy fingered the remote hanging around her neck, as she withdrew it from inside her blouse. At that moment, all the sensations I'd ever felt before due to that hellish device I was being forced to wear, came back into my memory. I knew I didn't want anymore memories from it. Without another word and almost without thought, I quickly drew my hands from behind my back and spread them fully open before Dr. Judy, as I meekly hung my head. Her action clearly reminded me I was not my own person, but one who was at the person of others who had power and control over me. "That's better, much better. Remember Mark, compliance is so much better than confrontation for you, okay?" "Y-Y-Yes ma'am." I replied sheepishly, still hanging my head down averting her eyes. It was here that Dr. Judy went out and returned with a piping hot cup of the same herbal tea she had me drink on previous occasions. Before and as now, the soothing tea did make it easier to swallow my humiliation, so to speak. In a short while, I began to feel a bit mellow and more accommodating to what Dr. Judy was demanding, and well, forcing upon me. The bright pink polish that was spread on my nails really did compliment the color of the women's undies I wore. The name of the lipstick shade was Passionate Pink. With the completion of my nails, I felt more feminized than ever before. A strange sensation flowed over me as I realized just how feminine I looked as I glanced over at a nearby floor length mirror I hadn't really noticed before. To make matters worse, Dr. Judy decided that my toenails were also to be painted too. That required me to take off the nylons I wore. I again wanted to object and refuse, but the look on her face and my recalling of what she'd told me earlier concerning compliance, caused me to passively abide by her wishes. After my toenail were finished and dried, I had to delicately put the nylons back on. To my surprise, Dr. Judy presented me with a pair of open toe bedroom slippers with pink furry fake fur on then. I think they're called "mules". And if that wasn't bad enough, she next opened a jewelry box and produced a 3 strand pearl choker and matching earrings and bracelet. I gasped at the sight of the pearl jewelry. Not because of the beauty of them, but the obvious effeminate implications of them. There is nothing masculine about pearls. Again, I felt an urge to attempt to resist, but somewhere within me, a voice came back and told me it was useless to fight back. There was more jewelry. A pearl ring for each hand. To balance out the three strand pearl bracelet on one arm, she added a very effeminate ornate watch to my other arm. It had a strap composed of three pearl strands and the watch face was tri-color gold, which drew much attention by its glimmer. Dr. Judy had truly feminized me. I also have to say, to my chagrin, I had to admit that I didn't look half bad in drag either. As Dr. Judy had me stand before the mirror, it was easy to see that my hips and legs, which I worried were a bit feminine anyway, were well complimented by what I was being made to wear. Dr. Judy also brought up these same physical characteristics of mine and added that she wasn't going to do a thing with my eyebrows this time. "Mark, your eyebrows are just naturally arched and pretty, which gives you a naturally girlish look, and especially so with the glossy lip color and that delightfully stunning choker." After Dr. Judy was satisfied that she had me looking the way she desired, she was about to lead me to another part of her office complex. "B-But Dr. Judy, surely I-I'm going to have to wear a medical gown or robe or something. I-I can't go out dressed only this way." I spurted out to her. After all, I was only wearing a lacy camisole, garter belt, sheer panties, nylons, and of course, the pink fuzzy slippers. "Well, maybe a robe is in order. I guess you don't want to be flaunting your charms so wantonly." She said smiling and with a slight, but very unprofessional giggle in her voice. She stepped back to a closet in the room we were about to leave. The sound of hangers being slid back and forth on a closet rod could be heard before I saw her pull out a pink dressing robe that was heavily trimmed in large scalloped white lace. The material was so sheer, you could read a newspaper through it. It was beautiful, as sexy robes go, but it wasn't the kind of medical gown I had in mind. As I began to express my surprise and apparent displeasure, which formed, on my face, Dr. Judy cut me off even before I could speak. "Don't say a thing Mark. You wanted a robe. I'm giving you a robe, so put it on and not a word from you about it. Okay?" She said sternly as she again fingered the plastic control around hanging around her neck. I meekly accepted the robe and put it on without saying a word. I knew what best for me. The robe was a generous fit and for some reason, I clutched the fronts of the robe to keep it together, like it would make a difference, since it was so sheer. What I was wearing underneath would be no secret to anyone seeing me. Dr. Judy led me out of the room, past some of her staff, who snickered and chuckled openly at me. I was so embarrassed and my face became flushed. We continued on and went down to a sort of basement area where there were several rooms. It seemed rather like a tomb in this area since it was so quiet. Dr. Judy let me know that section of the building was heavily sound insulated for her therapy sessions that may require some vocal expressions from her patients, which shouldn't be heard by outsider. I remembered that the room in which I got my first whipping apparently was heavily insulated also. "Mark, if you remember, I wanted you to accompany and be present with Millie when she's having sex with her real men. So in order to jump start that process, I've taken the liberty, along with Millie's cooperation of course, of helping you get over the first time of you doing this as well as, in a matter of speaking, breaking the ice with her other men, her real men." Dr. Judy said to me as she unlocked the blue metal door and literally pushed me into the room behind the door. BEHIND THE BLUE DOOR: Diary, as my eyes adjusted to slightly dimmer lights, Millie, who was on a large bed with four men, greeted me. She and them were totally nude. Two of the men were Black. The other two were white and Hispanic respectively. Their big hands were all over Millie's tits and cunt. All had rather large penises, which seemed either erect or semi- erect. I couldn't help but be intimidated by such a combined display of masculine endowment. Diary, to say I was shocked and in awe of the scene before me, would be an understatement. "Hi Mark darling, you really look beautiful. Guys say hello to Mark, my fiance. Doesn't he look sexy? He's come to watch how real men sex a woman." Dr. Judy took over. She had Millie introduce each of her studs. To make matters worse, she told them to call me Martha, because of how I was dressed. Millie thought it was such a cute name. I was speechless at Dr. Judy's action. "Now Martha, go shake the hands of your fiancee's real men." I looked at Dr. Judy wildly. Surely she couldn't expect me to do that. However, it only took one look at her face to see that she meant business. Clutching the sheer pink robe to keep it close, as if it made a difference, I proceeded to offer my hand to the men. Their hands were so much bigger and rougher than mine were. Their grips were quite strong too. One of the men's hands was damp from having been in Millie's pussy. The group, including Millie and Dr. Judy, just laughed when I noticed it after shaking his big black hand. Dr. Judy next went on to explain to everyone why I was there. Her words basically echoed what Millie said earlier. Except Dr. Judy injected some professional mumbo jumbo, as she had earlier with me, that me being an observer dressed the way I was, would make me a better husband and helpmate to Millie, as well as bond Millie and I even more. Of all the lewdness by Millie and the studs in this room, the scene between she and the handsome black man seem to burn itself in my memory. Having to watch the two of them fucking was emotionally painful, even if I had a difficult time taking my eyes away from the action of their copulation. There was something intriguing about the contrast of their skins. The man's long black thick dick was quite a specimen of manhood and he knew how to use it on Millie. I was also surprised how deep his long rod - it had to be at least 9" - would disappear in her - at least 7" - 8". I could only look on in feared awe. The noisy juicy wet sound of their coupled genitals seemed much louder than I suspect it actually was, but it resonated in tune with the moans and guttural sounds of the two of them in their lusty union. Time seemed to stand still, yet he fucked my Millie twice in her cunt without stopping. That is, he appeared to come in her twice. He didn't pull out between comes either. After he pulled out, he looked at me with a slight smirk and spoke. "It's all yours now." "C'mon sissy Martha, get busy! Get all that dick scum cleaned up before I stick my dick in her fuck hole." Shouted the last of the studs yet to fuck Millie. I looked at the slimy frothy mess the black man had just made in my lovely fiancee's crotch. Such a sight no longer disgusted or caused me revulsion. I mentally sighed. I knew what I had to do. My face was still covered with a slight film of dried fuck gunk from the pussy tongue douching I'd done for the two earlier men. Even though, Dr. Judy had given me a damp towel to wipe the sliminess from my face, it had become saturated with slimy fuck residue, from my earlier sucking efforts. The men's loads were so copious and gooey and gluey. After inviting me to clean up the fuck mess he'd made in Millie's cunt, the black man next straddled Millie's face and pushed his stout rigid gunk covered dick into her eager lips, which she eagerly and greedily sucked in. With all the jism and cunt gunk coating his shaft, the slimy drool from her moving lips, as they slid to and fro on his still hard shaft, was significant. It hung from her mouth in strands of ropy frothy slime. The man suddenly started making a guttural noise. He was coming again. It was obvious that Millie was collecting his ejaculating jism in her mouth as she had a grasp on his dick and wouldn't let a lot of it go deeper in her mouth, as she let him do earlier when she first started the sloppy obscene suck job. The man's moaning gradually stopped, but he kept moving his dick in and out of Millie's eagerly receptive mouth. When he did pull out, Millie kept her mouth open, while looking at me with one of the most blissful looks I've even seen on her face. To my total shock, I watched as a slow, but steady mass of thick frothy slimy semen ooze and slide from Millie's parted lips, and cascade onto her magnificent, but heavily manhandled breast, which had the imprint on the blackman's hands all over them. He pawed her extensively while fucking her. To make matters worse and to my disbelief, my fiancee, began to lotion her tits with the abundant dripped viscous ejaculate. Even in my shock, I was in awe at the amount of sperm that streamed from her lips. After all, this was the black man's third come. THE NEXT DAY Diary, The following day, Millie and I discussed the previous session we had with Dr. Judy. The one where I had to witness Millie getting fucked by 4 of her regular, well hung studs. Millie was so tired out after the session that she literally slept all the way home as I drove. Even though I was required to suck and clean her overflowing cunt clean 10 times during the session, when we got home, she was too tired to discuss the evening, but not too tired to insist I tongue her out one more time. Needless to say, after this last suck out, she fell soundly asleep. To make matters worse, before she dozed off, she was too tired to give me electronic permission to masturbate and relieve my throbbing erection. It was a difficult night for me trying to sleep with an aching very stiff hard-on as well as trying not to mentally recall all that I'd been force to observe earlier. The sight of the group of men's large cocks going in and out of Millie's mouth and cunt was so vexing for me to watch -especially the black stud and his stout, hard meat truncheon. However, Dr. Judy's repeated comments that one day I would have the same privileges as the men I was watching, did offer some solace, but I still had to endure the turmoil and torment of knowing it was going to be 6 more long months before I did. Until the wedding, I would have to retain my virginity, suck many loads of spent cum from Millie's frequently fucked pussy, all the while jacking off for relief - that is by permission only. The worst part being that I had to jerk off under her or one of the other women's supervision. However, I had to admit, by now, after only a month or so, I was becoming less sensitive to pulling my self off in front of Millie or Mother, or Millie's Mother, or my Aunt, or Dr. Judy. Another thing I hated but had to live with was that Millie also refused to let me touch her magnificent milky white breasts. She also was saving these for our wedding night. It added to my torment to see other men touching, groping, handling and manhandling her tits so roughly as well as slobbering all over them, while they were totally off limits to me, her devoted loving fianc‚e. It caused me much anguish to see the traces of their many hand prints on her white flesh from their rough treatment, which by the way, Millie didn't seem to object to. It was during my first visit to Dr. Judy when I told her of Millie's restrictions on my desire to touch her. "Mark, this is just another treat she is saving for you. You should be thankful that you have a woman that wants to save another pleasure for the joy of your wedding bed. Not many women would have the tenacity to have her fianc‚ wait for so long before letting him partake of such charms as her lovely chest. You are so fortunate to be marrying a woman who has conviction and principles." Dr. Judy's words did little to comfort me. PART 4: Chapter 2: MORE SCENES FROM MARK'S DIARY: MILLIE & MARK IN BED AFTER ANOTHER DR. Judy Session "Oh that was so lovely of you Mark darling. No don't move, keep your delightful tongue in my pussy. It's so good to have you with your head buried in my cunt and soothe my puffy gaping gash with your lips and mouth, after the guys give me such a good fucking. You're so sweet and wonderful Mark. I just know we're going to be so happy after we're married. It's going to be so sweet being your wife and bring you my well fucked pussy home, so we can be together now just like this. Just us two, being so affectionate to each others and showing each other the depth and closeness of our love." Even though not totally in agreement with Millie, Diary I had to say it was good to have her all to myself, despite she was used, and by her own admission, well fucked. I'm sure many men, rather real men, would see this situation as untenable and unacceptable to them. But to me it was a strange situation also, but in a strange way, acceptable to me too. That is just to have a chance to be with such a beautiful woman, despite her being a slut. I had to admit I was in awe of seeing her take such large stiff pricks - and so easily too - in her luscious juicy snatch. I also felt a bit put upon having to guide them in her cunt at Dr. Judy's insistence. However, after doing it the first time with the four studs, the other times became easier. I eventually had my hands on the humongous dicks of all four studs. The other most humiliating thing beside having to handle the men's very large erections was having to kiss them before guiding their dick heads to the entrance to Millie's cunt, and now routinely having to lick pussy fuck gunk off them, after they pull out of her. This was all done at the insistence of Dr. Judy, who asked if I needed any positive reinforcements when I was the least bit hesitant to place my mouth on the men's dicks. Again, after the first time, it became easier. Dr. Judy, Millie was very excited and pleased that I passively clean up the men's genitals who fuck Millie now rather than show any reluctance or resistance. That first session pretty much adapted me to seeing her get fucked and filled by her "real" men, as well as orally soothing her with my mouth - that is, basically cleaning her of their residue in their presence. Yet, with Dr. Judy's guidance, she taught me to see this as a good moment for me, especially as my fiancee ground her wet slimy pussy against my mouth and got her rousing orgasms in the process. Diary, the more I thought about all this, the more I came around to seeing myself being the wimp, Dr. Judy said I truly was, and should be. That was the last thing I remember before falling blissfully asleep with my head in Millie's hairy crotch, and my tongue stuck in her gaping, pouting, well-fucked snatch lips. PART 4: Chapter 3: MORE SCENES FROM MARK'S DIARY: DR. JUDY TEACHES ME TO SUCK DICKS & I LEARN TO ACCEPT MY WHIPPINGS "Mark, now that you've had your lips on other men's penises, I thought it was timely for you to acquire another skills as Millie's loving husband - that of becoming a cocksucker." "B-But Dr. Judy, p-p-please Dr.-Dr. Judy, it-it's embarrassing enough I-I have to-to put my mouth on..." I slowly stammered in reply to her blatant attempt to have me completely humiliate myself further with my fiancee's studs. "Mark, as far as you've come in bonding with Millie's men, going a step further and becoming a cocksucker is so logical and correct for you at this time. Besides, you're well over halfway to becoming a pussy mouth for the guys, my guiding down this path can only be beneficial for you. Plus, this new skill should come in very helpful in the future, considering all you had to do at our last session in which she was the center of a gangbang." Thinking of all that happened at that session, I couldn't find words to reply. She was right. As much oral attention as I gave the men, I might as well have been their cocksucker. Knowing that any resistance was futile to Dr. Judy's strong will, I meekly silent and listened. "Now Mark, this is one of my "How To Perform Fellatio" Manuals and Video Kits. I want you to take the kit home and study the book and watch the video with your mother. She's expecting you to bring it home today and to get started studying how to suck men's erect penises. I've already talked to her and let her know that I want you to become a cocksucker. This will only be an asset for you and make you a true helpmate to your future bride, in her sexual entertainment of her many real men." "I-I see." I replied with an air of quiet resignation to what I knew was being imposed on me. "And Mark, with your acclimated taste for spent sperm and having eaten so much of it from Millie's pussy, you should have no problem dealing with the taste of hot ejaculated loads of sperm gushing between your lips. You primarily need to concentrate on breathing and not gagging or choking as you let your mouth be used as a delightful mouth-pussy." Again, caught off guard by Dr. Judy, she asked me to step with her to an adjacent room. It was dark except for a very small lighted circular area. On the floor there was a pad. She directed me to kneel after having me to drop my pants, which exposed the lace trimmed lavender panties I was wearing. "Those look so pretty on you Mark. I almost want to call you Martha. They really hug and caress your cute little rear so nicely. Don't you guys think so?" It was then that I became aware of three other men coming out of the darkness and who responded to her at the same time, almost in unison. "Yes ma'am, he sure does have a cute ass." Diary, to make a long story shorter, Dr. Judy introduced the three black men to me. She had them there for me to practice and learn how to suck their dicks. Their penises were nearly totally erect and it appeared the more they looked at me the more rigid their members became. Again, I was a bit terrified, but also intrigued that I was somewhat responsible for their arousal. Diary, again Dr. Judy had me put my face in another black man's hairy crotch and instructed me to tongue and suckle his hairy soft nut sac, before lapping his long hard meaty shaft. After that, I dipped the tip of my tongue in the slit of the man's giant dick head slit. I'm amazed at how well the tip of my tongue fits in it so well, as I lap up the big drops of forming clear gluey pre-cum. After gently suckling the man for about 10 minutes and swallowing his hefty load of hot sperm, Dr. Judy instructed me on how to suckle and keep the man's softening dick well soaked and wet with my drooling softly sucking lips. "Men love for their dicks to be milked after a suck off. It's good for you to do that not only for the man's enjoyment but it's also therapeutic for you too." "It-It is?" I replied in a puzzled tone of voice to Dr. Judy. "Oh Yes Mark. You see, since one of the primary reason for you to let men push their manly dicks in your mouth in the first place is to keep your masculinity in check by letting your mouth become a pussy for hard dicks. As you know, your little dickey is more like a clit, but when you have a nice long dick sausage stuffed between your lips and down your throat, you can't feel too macho. Right?" "I-I, er, y-yes." I stammered a reply, when it became clear she wanted a response. I didn't want to, but had no choice. "And that is the desired outcome of me recommending this therapy for you. The sole purpose is for you to understand what it feels like to be a pussy and to better understand what your wife experiences when she handles and takes dick. And when real men fuck a pussy, they love to soak and keep their dicks in a warm wet juicy cunt as it softens down. That's the same thing that happens when you're milking the man after he's shot off down your gullet. So, by slowly milking him, he'll feel as if he's in a real cunt, and you can have the satisfaction of knowing you have performed and used your mouth as an excellent surrogate cunt." Diary, I did the other two men she'd brought in for me to practice on. It was amazing to me, but my second suck off was much easier than the first, and the third even easier than the second. To make matter worse for my own any image of masculinity I was secretly trying to hold on to, I had to admit to myself mentally, after sucking all three of the "practice dicks" I got surprising enjoyment out having had them in my mouth and suckling on them. The moment of ejaculation and the transfer of their hot spewing sperm was particularly delightful, despite me trying to think otherwise. Diary, after a couple more practice sessions, Dr. Judy had me trained so that I was sucking dicks with not only Millie watching me do so, but also the rest of the women in the family. Sometime the women in my life saw me in person, and always if there was a video of me sucking on a man's hard horny meat. MY WHIPPINGS: Diary, as you know, all of the family women - Mother, Millie's Mom, my Aunt, and of course Millie - all whip me. As you also know, all have remotes to the cock lock I'm forced to wear. When allowed to masturbate, it's always done under their watchful eyes and supervision as well as them insisting I consume all of my ejaculate. I have to cup my hands and catch it as well as lick it all off my hands. It was very embarrassing to have my wife see me sucking dick that first time, but as I did it more and more in front of her, I became less sensitized about doing it. The same was almost the case about my monthly whippings. I became desensitized about knowing I was going to get them. It was always painful to endure them, but I had no choice. Dr. Judy said I had to be beaten, and that was it. At first, I was very depressed at being so humiliated by all that was happening to me. But it has waned over time and it doesn't bother me near as much anymore. Which Dr. Judy says is excellent progress, as she wants me to not be sensitive to humiliation or feeling disgraced or being subjugated and ridiculed. "These are all feeling that just cause you useless shame. My goal is to help you become shameless and to achieve a genuine feeling of satisfaction that comes from doing what your wife-to-be desires you to do, no matter what others say or think. Through Dr. Judy's extensive counseling and discussion, not being ridiculed and subjugated makes me feel worthless now. She has taught me that it does make me feel good to be worthy of being treated in what society might say is in a degrading and humiliated manner PART 4: Chapter 4: MORE SCENES FROM MARK'S DIARY: STROKING IT Diary, the scene that follows is one of many where Millie oversaw and managed my masturbation relief and training. "That's it honey, stroke your thing a little slower. That's good sweetie. You can't come yet. And that's right, keep your other hand cupped properly to catch your stuff." Millie instructed me as I knelt at her feet masturbating and trying to hold back until I was given permission to ejaculate. I was perspiring profusely as I was trying to hold back until she permitted me to release my 2 weeks old load. "P-Please s Millie. I-I can't hold b-back much longer. P-P-Please l-let me s-shoot off. I-I beg you. P- Please." "Why it's only been 6 minutes honey, you're going to have to do a lot better than that to qualify for only 2 weeks of prick lock up, versus us making you abstain longer from letting you jack off. You're going to have to make your meat beating time last longer. But before I allow you to come now and not give you a demerit, you have to promise me that you'll be more friendly and pleasant when the guys wipe their dicks across your face after they pull out from fucking me. Twice yesterday, I saw a frown on your face as Roger and Sam wiped their wet dicks across your face, lips, nose and hair. Do you promise to be more cheerful and part your lips so they can draw some of the gunk on their dick goes in your mouth?" "Y-Yes, Millie, I-I will. P-P-Please let m-me c-c- come." "Okay, but you'll have to hold your little load at least two more minutes. If you can't, remember, you get another few lashes at your next whipping." Millie said with a smug imperious expression on her face as I looked up at her shapely fleshy crossed legs. The sight of this sexy sight was also going to make me lose my load. I knew I had to do whatever it took to avoid more lashes of whatever I was going to be whipped and beat with at the next whipping session. "O-Okay M-Millie... I-I p-promise. P-Please let me. P_PLEASE!" I pleaded. The strain and tension in my voice was at the breaking point. "I accept your promise darling, now keep stroking, you only have a minute and 40 seconds to go." Diary, I don't know how I made it without getting off as Millie timed me, but I did. I strained to hold back and keep from failing my fiancee. "Times up! Very good! But remember, cup your hand properly to catch your cream. Okay, go ahead, shoot!" "OOOOOHHH! AWWWWWWWW! OOOOHHH!" I moaned loudly as I stroked my aching prick and directed its creamy gooey outpouring into my cupped left hand, also being careful to catch every drop of ejaculate. This was a mandatory practice laid down by Dr. Judy to instill discipline and remind me that being allowed to ejaculate is a well-earned privilege and not a right for a pantywaist PANSI trained male. I slumped back and continued to stroke my shrinking penis, making sure that none of my cum spilled or leaked from my in my cupped hand or smeared over the edge of my cupped hands. After a brief moment of relaxation, I knew what was next. "Oh thank you so much for such wonderful sex Millie. Please, may I eat my own cum to show you my devotion and faithfulness. I would rather eat my own cum than be unfaithful to you." I recited the ritualistic words I had learned from rote practice under Dr. Judy's tutelage. "You're so sweet Mark. Yes, you may eat your cum for me." Spoke Millie with a delightful smile on her face. Diary, I know others may say me doing this is a depraved thing. And at first I hated to do it too. However, with Dr. Judy's guidance, she got me to understand that knowing this pleased Millie, the woman I love dearly, made it all worthwhile. Especially that wonderful smile that spreads across Millie's face from knowing I'm sexually suffering and humiliating myself for her love. Dr. Judy has explained to me that Millie sees this as true love, on my part, and that is something Dr. Judy says I should be extremely proud of doing for Millie. ###END of Part 4### Stay tuned for the conclusion of this saga in Part 5