Bull

Windmill: Part 1

I waited in the lobby of my friend's office. I smiled casually at the receptionist every time I caught her staring at me when she thought I wasn't looking. As attractive as she was, I was here on more official business. My friend was a marriage counselor and would enlist my "consultation" for couples in need of "alternative therapy".

The couple I was waiting to meet had been together for almost ten years and had been in counselling for nine of those years. When things were good, they were great. But things had not been good for a while, and despite the advice of their friends and family, they believed in doing everything to make it work. They had tried couples retreats, tantric yoga, years of therapy. They had spent thousands of dollars on solutions that never worked. In a hail Mary attempt, my friend had brought up the possibility of bringing in a sexual therapist. I'm not licensed by any means, but I have had enough real life experiences with sex work to see what motivates, stimulates, and triggers people to provide sexual satisfaction. They agreed to a meeting with me.

The receptionist buzzed me into the office and all eyes fixed immediately on me. I have been told that I have a commanding presence, so it did not catch me off guard as I introduced myself.

"You don't look like I imagined," the cuck said, standing up to shake my hand. He barely came up to my chest, and his soft little hands in my firm grip told me he had not been blessed with a healthy production of testosterone during his formative years..

"I hear that a lot, but tell me what you mean by that."

"I mean, physically you have the build: tall, look like you workout, handsome..." I noticed him blush as he complimented me. "But I didn't picture you so...well kept."

"I take my work seriously," I said, straightening my tie in my vest as I sat in the chair beside my friend, facing the couple. "If you wanted to just have a threesome to spice things up, you would have gotten someone else. But you didn't. You called for me."

I asked them to tell me a little about their situation, as my friend, their therapist, did not reveal much beyond the basics due to confidentiality with her clients.

The wife had left her successful job when they got married to be a "kept woman". It wasn't so bad at first since she was able to indulge in hobbies she used to never have time for. But as the years went on, you can only play tennis and shoot nature photos for so long before getting bored. She took his "wives of successful men don't work" policy as him trying to control every aspect of her life. She wanted control and agency of her decision making back.

He didn't feel comfortable with her working as he was afraid it would be perceived by his fellow brokers as if he could not provide financially for her. He couldn't understand how she would be ungrateful for this opportunity others would kill for. He was afraid that if he wasn't in control of things, everything would fall apart. He needed to see that not being in control would not lead to complete failure in their lives.

I listened intently, forming a picture of what I thought would work for them in their situation. I told them a little more about myself and my experiences working with couples, focusing on certain specific aspects, looking for a response to confirm or negate my suppositions. I was honest and said that the "service" I provided was not for everyone. I told them in a roundabout way what to expect, leaving out specifics as all couples require a different approach. I noted when the wife slowly and subconsciously ran one leg up the other at the mention of how I placed a great deal of emphasis on making the wives feel like the focus of attention. I noted when the cuck brought his knees together at the mention of how the husband was usually tertiary to the experience. All of these little physical tells, her bosom heaving faster at the mention of certain things, his licking of his lips at the mention of sexual exploration, they all painted a picture of what this couple did and did not need in their life.