I was recently sent to Genevive's Clinic by a therapist who felt I was having trouble dealing with erotic sensations and controlling them.

Much to my embarrassment, I tend to get an erection if the wind blows. Worse, I always ejaculate prematurely.

After explaining that I would be put through several “tests” to see how I reacted to certain stimuli, she told me I was first going to get a physical.

I was ordered to strip down to my underwear.

Genevive watched me undress. Sure enough, I got an erection.

Ms. Genevive said that I needed to control my urges and was disappointed that I had gotten aroused.

Embarassed, my erection subsided.

Ms. Genevive then began the physical, checking my heart-rate, blood pressure, etc.

As her hands moved to my stomach to check for tenderness, I once again got an erection.

It made my underwear stick out horribly.

This is a physical. Your lack of control sickens me. There is nothing erotic about this.”

“You act like you want to show me your cock,” she scolded. “Do you?”

“No,” I said. “I’m sorry.”

Without warning, she ripped down my underwear, exposing now flacid penis.

“Every time you get an erection for here on out, you’ll regret it,” she said. “Now get over my knees. I’m going to take your temperature.”

I did as she ordered.

I felt my ass cheeks being pulled apart and lubricant being applied to my anus. My erection returned.

Smack, smack, smack. Three very hard strikes on my ass took care of the erection again. Then a thermometer was jammed into my anus.

And removed.

And jammed in.

After several minutes, and no erection, she stopped. She congratulated my on my "control" and told me my temperature was normal. I was allowed to get up and ordered onto an examining table.

I climbed up on the table, laid face-down and was given a towel to cover my ass.

To my surprise, especially considering the harsh treatment I had just endured, Ms. Genevive began a massage. It started out therapeutic at first but then got more and more erotic. As I begin to squirm and display obvious signs of pleasure, Genevive tore off the towel and countered the pleasurable feelings with several sharp swats on my ass, many striking my thighs and testicals.

Suddenly, the swats stopped and the massage continued. But it got more and more erotic. Then, without warning, there was more pain delivered via spanks, swats that got harder and harder--and unpredictable.

My legs were pulled wide apart, painfully so, exposing my penis and testicals to Genevive’s alternating strokes, squeezes and swats. When I attempt to close my legs, Genevive administered stronger swats and forced my legs even wider apart.

Genevive then informed me that she was going to test my ejaculatory control and orgasm level. She had some kind of “meter” that would test how powerful my orgasm was and if I didn't reach a certain level, I'd have to do the test again.

As she explained the test, she stroked my penis up and down, up and down, up and down. I am amazed that I have not ejaculated, nor do I feel the urge to do so. I am in control somehow. Normally a simple touch would have done it. Ms. Genevive's unique technique has helped me gain control.

After many moment of Genevive’s constant ministrations, I am sure I am about to explode with pleasure. Suddenly, a probe is jammed deep into my rectum. The experience is both pleasurable and painful. After 45 minutes of continued probing, I am finally allowed to ejaculate, which I do, and powerfully.

Needless to say, I am a changed man. I no longer suffer from premature ejaculations. Thank you so much. If I ever backslide, I will be sure to make another appointment with your clinic.