“Did you pick out my next date?” Sandra asked as she sat down at the kitchen table on Monday morning. "Yes. Here’s his profile: Jackson Donald, 35, owns a well-known west-side dance club catering to African Americans. He stands 5'11", wears dreadlocks, and favors rap music. I found a few articles on him—he’s a rising entrepreneur with ties to the Mayor." Jason handed Sandra his photo. “His smile says he’s got charm. I lik...

Sandra opened the door and found Jason waiting, totally naked, as he had been instructed. He stood there expectantly as Sandra sighed and leaned back against the door. Jason said, “I’m assuming it went well. You were in the car for quite some time.” A smile blossomed on Sandra’s face. “It went better than well. Honestly, I’m not sure I’ll need any more candidates. He was incredible. But he lied.” “He lied, and you conside...

The preparations were finally done. Jason had spent days sorting through the candidates, narrowing them down to nine, just as Sandra called them, possible lovers. Now that the task was over, he could finally reflect on what he’d done. His emotions had been all over the place, swinging between confidence and deep doubt. In rare moments, he would feel proud that he was strong enough to organize something so unconventional,...

They sat together on the sofa after dinner when Sandra said, "Let’s discuss me taking a lover, and your role in it." “Uh... okay,” Jason replied, feeling nervous. His mouth went dry, and his mind raced with worry about what this could mean for their relationship. Sandra continued, “I want you to look through the profiles and use your skills to make sure these men meet my standards. They need to be clean, drug-free, and ha...

That evening, when Sandra arrived home, she had a big smile on her face. He wasn’t entirely sure why until he saw several packages under her arm. “Looks like our order has arrived,” she said excitedly. Jason didn’t understand her excitement at first, but then he remembered they had ordered plugs for him to get ready for pegging. Now it was clear Sandra was genuinely looking forward to it. She took his hand and led him to...

Once Dr. Grace and Sandra were comfortable, she said, “Does Jason have a safe word?” “Yes,” Sandra said. “Has he used it?” the doctor asked. “No, not yet,” Sandra said. "That's good, and honestly, it's pretty surprising considering his condition," she said. “He has surprised me as well. I don’t know what his limit is yet,” Sandra said. "Be careful. Test his limits, but don't go too far. It's a delicate balance," Dr. Grace...

To Jason, the doctor's visit felt like it would never end. He had no idea what they were going to do to him next, but he knew he had to accept it. The doctor called the nurse in and said, “Abigail, get me a sounding device. The smallest one.” The nurse smiled brightly and walked to the locked cabinet. “What is a ‘sounding device’?” Sandra inquired. Then, she observed the nurse returning with a slender, metallic rod, the l...

In those calm moments of introspection, Jason often found himself wondering how he had arrived at this new state of being. Initially, every single day felt like a battle against his desires. He would find himself wrestling with an intense longing, a firmly established yearning for the release he had formerly taken for granted. Yet, as time passed, this internal struggle progressively transformed. He began to feel a strang...

Saturdays were always set aside for discipline. Sandra planned to test Jason again. This time, she picked the kitchen. It was the brightest room in the house, making it easy to see the redness and welts as they appeared. She brought him in and set up the chair. “Bend over the back. Legs spread. Hands on the arms. Grip tight. I don’t want you moving. I could hit the wrong spot.” Jason did as she asked, already breathing ha...

Over the next two weeks, Sandra and Jason settled into a new routine together and adjusted easily. Each morning, Jason woke up full of anticipation. He made breakfast, then went back to wake Sandra gently. She never had to say anything; he would slip into bed, pull back the covers, and kiss her thighs until she guided him to her swollen clit. Some mornings, she let him take his time, enjoying the slow, gentle touch of his...

Sandra had to smile when, thirty minutes later, there was a tap on the door. “Come in,” she said. Jason walked in and paused. Sandra was waiting for him in a way he hadn’t seen before. She had her hips on a pillow, raised off the bed, legs bent, feet on the mattress, and knees apart. Even though he still felt some pain, he could feel himself getting aroused. “Well,” Sandra said, her voice subdued and electric, “are you go...

Jason watched Sandra depart the room, shedding her only article of clothing, her yoga pants as she went. He remained, a statue of stunned silence, for several long minutes, attempting to process the unfolding events. She had brought him to the precipice of ecstasy, time and again, only to vanish, leaving him throbbing and unfulfilled. She had never before toyed with him so deliberately and then withdrawn. Yet, as he obser...

It was a difficult night for Jason. He would drift into a fitful sleep only to awaken again, his penis hard and pressed against Sandra. He slipped out of bed at first light and headed to the bathroom. He considered jerking off for a moment, but decided against it; it wouldn’t kill him to skip a day. Deciding not to bother with a bathrobe over his only other article of clothing—Sandra’s panties—he headed to the kitchen. Si...

Jason watched Sandra leave the room, frozen in place, his mind a whirl of confusion. What had just happened? What had come over his wife? The sudden shift in their dynamic, her assertive control, left him disoriented. Yet beneath the bewilderment, a spark of excitement flickered. He had always, secretly, enjoyed it when she took charge, when she dictated the terms of their intimacy. But this… this was different. He had ne...

Chapter 3 Sandra entered her office with a renewed sense of purpose. She needed more than broad concepts—she needed to understand what drove a partner who couldn’t control his impulse to masturbate. She needed the why behind it, and whether there was any rational, structured way to rein it in. She pulled the stack of copied articles from her desk. Years in the cutthroat legal arena had sharpened her mind to rapid assimila...