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Janet and I had been married for 10 years. Unfortunately, our relationship had become very contentious. She wanted more and more without helping to earn the money. She Is great at spending money but not earning it. As a result, I became indebted for things she wanted. This included a house in Ohio that was in fact a money pit. After many discussions she maintained it was my responsibility to earn the money and that we should decide how to spend it. This one sided relationship continued and over time her demands exceeded both my patience and ability to earn what she demanded.

One November evening the demands on me and her unwillingness to help share the financial responsibilities boiled over. After being told how selfish and mean spirited I was for not giving her more money, we had an argument that lasted for over two hours. At the end of that time Janet, packed a suitcase and left our house. She was going to Ohio. I was left with the bills and the responsibility of making things right with our creditors.

About an hour after she left, I decided to go out and have a beer. “What the hell. There is no reason to sit around the house.” I am not much of a bar person but tonight it seemed the right thing to do. I started driving and ended-up at a bar called The Pro Shop in Clearwater. For reasons not clear, I stopped there and decided that’s where I needed a beer.

Entering the place, I took a seat at the end of the bar and ordered a beer. This was a very nice place and had a friendly atmosphere. The bartender was especially nice and spent a few minutes chatting with me. During that time, I mentioned that my wife had left and I was just trying to relax after a tense couple of weeks.

Brent, the bartender smiled, “I understand. You won’t be the first guy who came in here after a dust-up with a woman. It happens all too often. Sit back and relax, there’s no pressure here.”

The friendly atmosphere and small crowd made it a very comfortable place to be. About 15 minutes after I arrived a tall, man in is late 40’s or early 50’s sat down at the bar a few seats away from me. He smiled at me after ordering his drink. As we both sat staring into the bar, the man introduced himself.

“Hi, my name is Sean. I live here in Clearwater.”

Without hesitation I responded, “Hi, my name is Jim. I live in Tampa but took a drive tonight and ended up here. Never been here before.”

Sean replied, “Welcome to the Pro Shop. While I am not what you would call a regular, this is one of my favorite bars. What brings you to Clearwater?”

I started, “This is probably a story that has been told many times here, but my wife and I are having a rough time. In fact, she packed her bag and left for Ohio. I decided just to get out of the house and drive. I actually found this place because I was tired of driving and wanted to take a break.”

Over-hearing the conversation Brent said, “Yes, you aren’t the first man to come in here because a woman had driven him to find some peace.”

Both Sean and I laughed. I said, “I suspect you have heard many a story.” The smile on his face said it all.

As Sean and I chatted, he moved to the seat next to mine. We continued to talk about sports, his work as a clinical psychologist, and our family backgrounds. This went on for almost an hour. During that time Sean got closer to me and several times touched my shoulder. I didn’t think anything about that. It didn’t seem out of place. As I shared my frustrations about my relationship with Janet, he seemed to understand and provided some encouragement that everything would work out.

At one point he put his hand on my thigh. It seemed to be assuring to me. I didn’t object. It gave me a sense of calm and reassurance.

Sean finally said, “This bar stool is not very comfortable. There’s a table over in the corner, why don’t we move over there. It will make our conversation more private and easier on our rear ends.”

I agreed and we moved to the table. It was relatively dark in that corner so there was a sense of privacy as we talked. As the conversation continued, I had an increasing sense of peace and confidence with Sean that seemed strange since we had only met and hour or so before.

Sean again put his hand on my thigh as we talked, I did not back away or try to remove it. The conversation became more personal.

Sean asked, “You shared that you were having a rough time right now, how has your relationship been over the past few years?”

I shared, “We have had a rough time and in fact tonight she argued and wanted out of our marriage. Packing her bags, she drove off to Ohio. I think this is the end of our 10 years together.”

Sean replied, “I am sorry to hear that. It must be a very sad day for you.”

“Yes and no.” I replied. “The past couple of years have been very rough and we only fought about anything and everything. Not what I wanted in a marriage.”

With a sympathetic voice Sean said, “I can see that it was rough on you.” At that same time, bağcılar escort he started to stroke my leg. I started to feel a tingle of excitement.

He continued, “It must have made your sex life difficult.”

With a half-smile I responded, “I haven’t had sex in at least 3 years. My wife kept complaining about my ability in the bedroom and my small cock. She said if I were a real man, I would have a big cock. She claimed the last time we had sex, it was the worst she had ever had.”

Sean replied, “That must have hurt you. So, what did you do?”

“I just remained frustrated and looked at porn.” I hesitated for a moment then said, “Masturbation became my release. Not very satisfying but it was something.”

At that point I realized I had shared something very personal with a person I barely knew. That was embarrassing and what did Sean think of me?

“What type of porn do you enjoy?”

Embarrassed, I hesitated to say anything. After an awkward minute of silence I gave a nondescript answer, “Oh the usual stuff.”

Sean, not satisfied with that answer gently continued. “One of my favorite movies is the ‘Story of O’ have you seen that movie?”

This gave me a sense that it would be ok to talk about that movie since it had been a commercial success, a number of years ago. “Yes, it is a classic. I found that it was both exciting and could create fantasies.”

Nodding Sean continued, “Yes, it is a classic and captures the fantasies of both men and women. ‘Fifty Shades of Grey’ is another one that can stimulate our imagination. Have you seen that one?”

“No, my wife would have killed me. She thinks any movie like that must be evil and promotes unnatural sex.”

“That is too bad. It also is an honest portrayal of human sexual desires of both the person dominating and the person being dominated. Have you ever had a desire to dominant or be dominated in a sexual way?”

This got personal so I did not reply but simply stared into the room.

Sean said, “You know most people have these desires. Some want to be dominant and others would prefer the freedom of being dominated. Have you ever thought about either of these possibilities?”

At this moment my cock became erect and noticeably so. I tried to hide the reaction but Sean was a professional and saw my excitement.

“Jim, your ‘truth detector’ is telling me that you have thought about this and in fact a fair amount of time. Which to you want to be the dominant or the dominated? In other words when you watch porn to you wish you were the Master or the sub?”

I still did not want to say anything but there was a growing urge to tell him I liked the role of sub when I watched porn.

“Don’t be embarrassed to share those feelings with me. I am a professional and must keep any information a client shares with me secret. In fact, if you buy me a beer, that will serve as payment and make you my client. Do you like that idea?”

I slightly nodded my head yes. That was all it took.

Sean motioned to Brent at the bar for two more beers. When he brought them to us, Sean said, “Jim, is buying me a beer and I agreed to be his psychologist.” With a wink Brent put the new beers in front of us and removed the old ones.

“Now that you are my client you can tell me everything and I can’t legally share that information with anyone. So tell me do you identify as a Master or sub?”

“Sean, I don’t really know but I seem to relate to the person being dominated in the porn I watch.”

“Tell a bit more about that. When did you first notice you related to subs?”

It seemed like a flood gate had been opened and I started to tell him things no one had ever been told about my inner feelings.

“My fantasies have always involved being forced to submit to a dominant person. When I was younger it was receiving a bare assed spanking by a woman. Later it was an older woman who forced me to strip and masturbate for her because she caught me looking at pictures of nude women. In recent years it has been being forced by either a man or woman to do whatever they demanded of me. Each time I become excited and then masturbate.”

Sean said, “These are not unnatural fantasies. Sometime an single event in our past, sets the tone for all our adult fantasies. Can you think of anything in your past that might trigger these fantasies?”

I could only shake my head no.

Sean said, “Spanking fantasies are quite common and often used to arouse men and women at sex clubs or sometimes during an initiation into a fraternity or sorority. Sometimes a sexual partner craves it and it becomes part of their sexual practice.”

“No, I can’t think of any such situation.” After a moment hesitation, “there was one incident while I was in college that just came back to me. But, I doubt it was anything dramatic.”

Sean took on the role of a professional and said, “Tell me about that memory.”

After another sip of beer and bahçelievler escort being very embarrassed I said, “I joined a fraternity my freshman year in school. To be invited to pledge was a privilege that only a sect few enjoyed. I was one of them and very happy. The routine for pledges was cleaning the house, doing chores for the brothers, and recruiting cute girls to come to our Saturday parties. Being a member of this fraternity had many benefits and would in the future open doors for careers.”

Sean said, “That seems like a great experience. Why do you think it could have triggered your submissive instincts?”

After another sip of beer and further hesitation, “Well the initiation ceremony was embarrassing.”

“Tell me about it.

“All the pledges were told to report to the basement of the house wearing only our underpants, nothing else. One-by-one we were taken into a small room. Three brothers were there. When I entered I was told to get on all fours. One of the brothers pulled down my shorts exposing my ass. The “Grand Master”, then gave me three strong smacks on my ass with a paddle. I was then told to pull my underwear up. At that point two on the brothers, escorted out of the hourse through the basement door into the cool night and into a car. I was driven around for a while then taken into a alley. Ordered out of the car, on brother pulled my underwear off leaving naked. As one brother held my arms, the second one stroked my cock until it became hard. A blue ribbon was tied around my cock. To my total humiliation a butt plug was interested into my ass. I was told to walk and keep that plug in until I got back to the frat house. They drove off leaving standing naked except for the blue ribbon struggling to keep that plug in place”

Sea asked, “How did that make you feel?

“

I was scared, but strangely aroused. My cock remained hard while I walked the approximately three blocks. The constant fear that someone would see or molest me provided the motivation to move quickly. I finished the three blocks. Upon arriving, the plug was pulled out. I was given the coveted sweat shirt and red shorts. I was now a member.”

Sean said, “That was a very important accomplishment. I can see you receive several very arousing experiences that undoubtedly consciously and unconsciously affected your sexual preference. By submitting to others, you received the reward of membership. You learned that humiliation gained sexual excitement and; pleasure.”

“It’s funny but I haven’t thought about that forever. The one thing that did excite me was when my cock was stroked before the ribbon was tied on it. The fact someone took control on it and I felt pleasure was very erotic.”

Sean said, “That is the reason why you fantasize about being the person submitting to another?”

At this point all of my reluctance to talk my fantasies and sexual desires disappeared.

“In all probability that is what has driven you all these years. I suspect you enjoyed the sexual release and the fact that someone was responsible for allowing to feel that way. Let me ask you one other question. What was your family’s attitude towards sex?”

“We never talked about it. Sex was something treated as an uncomfortable and dirty. I developed a sense of guilt about wanting it but not being open about it.”

“Okay, that is the answer. As a submissive you ‘surrender to a strong person and cannot refuse their sexual demands’. This releases all the feelings of repressed guilt. You in effect became a submissive at age 10 or 11 due to the actions of an anonymous babysitter. Does that make sense?”

Shaking my head yes, “I have not thought about that night until now. How did you bring that out of me. That has never happened before.”

“Jim, just consider that the events in your life today, our meeting, and your willingness to talk freely with me allowed a repressed memory to surface. It explains why you see yourself as a submissive. Now let me ask another question. What do you feel about your sexual orientation?”

I again hesitated. “What do you know?”

“Do you see yourself, as a heterosexual, bisexual, gay, transgender, or something else.”

With hesitation I said, ” I am straight and like women.”

Sean nodding his head then said, “Are you sure. You may like women, but have you ever thought about relationships with men or transgender people?”

I responded, “No.”

Sean continued to press me. “After what you just shared, you could be bisexual. What type of porn do you enjoy most and which ones provide you the uncontrollable urge to masturbate?”

I hesitated again.

“Ok, what type of porn to you watch most: men on women, men on men, BDSM, Femdom, transgender?”

I slowly started to respond. “Well, since this is private, I originally enjoyed porn where women took control and spanked naked men. Then one day I found a video where a dominant man completely took control şirinevler escort of a sub male and after totally humiliating him, fucked him in the ass. That started me on a string of porn which featured anal sex. The idea of someone penetrating my ass and having complete control made me excited. I remember a line from one of those videos, ‘I control your ass and that gives me control of you. You will do whatever I want.’. For some reason I can’t get that out of my head. “

Sean asked, “Have you ever had anal sex?”

“No, I have not. Every time I masturbate after watching one of those movies, I feel guilty. But I watch another one.”

“Do you see yourself as gay?”

“Absolutely not. I love women. I am ashamed that I have a small cock and that does not satisfy them like a big one would.”

“Ok, it sounds like you are more oriented to being bisexual. Is there anything else that seems to turn you on when you watch porn?”

After another moment of silence. “Well, I have recently become interested in watching cross dressing and shemale porn. The thought of dressing up in women’s clothes and having sex has triggered a number of fantasies.”

“Can you tell me about those fantasies?”

“I can’t explain it but seeing a man dressed in women’s clothes and submitting to either a woman or male really is exciting to me. Perhaps it makes the reality of having sex unreal so therefore it’s ok. I once tried wearing some of my wife’s clothes just to see what it felt like.”

Sean looked at me, “How did that make you feel?’

At this point, I felt totally free to share my feelings about something very personal and which I would have never thought I would tell anyone. “On one of her trips I tried on some of my wife’s clothes. I enjoyed wearing her bra, panties and nylons. Looking in the bedroom mirror I fantasized about kneeling before a master as he ordered me to remove my panties and put my head down and ass up. He would then play with my ass before fucking me. That was crazy.”

Looking like a true professional Sean said, “Not at all that is not an uncommon desire. Have you ever really wanted to act on it?’

I immediately said, “NO, of course not.”

At that moment Sean moved his had to my crotch. “Your truth detector is telling me a different story. Now tell me the truth!”

It was funny when Sean moved his hand to my crotch, I made no attempt to pull away or protest.

After a moment of silence, Sean whispered. “Jim, undo your belt and unbutton your pants.”

His firm voice commanded my respect and without resisting I unbuckled my belt and unzipped. I did what he said but was uncertain what would happen.

In a few seconds I found out. Sean’s right hand slipped under the waist band of my underwear and my cock and balls felt his touch as he rubbed them. Although our table was dimly lighted, I saw a smile on Sean’s face as he pulled his hand back.

“Jim, if you are willing to trust me and spend a few hours with me tonight I can liberate you from your repressed feelings and fears. All you need to do is follow my instructions. I can make you a new person able to find peace and satisfaction with your life. Are you willing?”

At this point my emotions were swirling. My logical mind kept say “no don’t go” but my emotional self-kept saying, “You have suffered this guilt and frustration long enough go!” This internal debate went on for several minutes as we finished our beer in almost silence.

“Jim, are you coming with me or staying with your fantasies and frustrations?”

“Sean, I don’t know what this means but I am going with you. I only hope this won’t be the biggest mistake of my life.”

He smiled, “It will be one of the best decisions. It is time for you to pay for my professional services so pay Brent and let’s go”

After I paid the $35.00 bar tab and left another $10 tip for Brent, we walked out to the parking lot. Sean said, “I live only about 5 minutes from here.”

As I started to move towards my car, I said, “I will follow you.” “No, I want you to ride with me. Your car will be safe here. “

Sean drives a black Mercedes with tinted windows. “Get in Jim. I will get us there quickly and you can relax. Let me ask you. Of all your fantasies does being dressed as a woman submitting to a dominant man or woman or being a naked sub submitting to humiliation to either of both have the strongest appeal?”

This time I was more forth coming. “Dressing as a woman and being dominated by a woman probably is the strongest desire.”

“Ok, are you will do whatever I order regardless of any reservations you might think you have and do it without hesitation?”

“Yes, whatever you order. I will obey just like I did during my fraternity initiation. I immediately wondered where and how that thought came out.

Sean nodded, “Ok, now we have clearly identified what has caused you to be submissive. Your fraternity brothers took control, ordered you to take off your clothes. That was both humiliating and very arousing. It also eliminated any feeling of guilt because others where ordering you to do these things.. You want to relive that moment of pleasure every time you fantasize.”

As we turned onto a residential street Sean slowed the car. “Jim, take off your shoes and socks, then take off your pants and underwear. Put them in the back seat.”

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