A sensitive issue

(Shania)

I sat on the couch innocently, pressing my thighs together and fiddled with my hands. The question he asked me was sensitive. The answer wasn't something one could talk about over tea. The man before me was mysterious, from the black mask to his clothes. I couldn't even see his eyes, even his voice was uttered. Even so, I had to tell him my problem. Something I needed help with, and he was the only one to give it

Maybe I wasn't ready to tell him, but despite him being polite and patient, I found myself getting drenched in my sweat, my butt started to itch, and I kept shifting from side to side, not sure if it was because of sitting for so long. I was feeling hot all over just being in his presence. The effect the mysterious man had on me. I closed my eyes for what felt like minutes, and when I opened them,

He was still sitting across me with his legs gracefully crossed. His fingers tapped lightly on his thing as if counting the number of minutes before he spoke again

“It…it's… A bit… I mean” again I couldn't say it, it was like my tongue was tied for some reason. I recalled practicing on my way here. Everything I had to say to SM was at the tip of my tongue. Unfortunately, it was too heavy for me to speak. I appreciated how he didn't rush me. As I expected, he was willing to endure my silliness. Something most men had a problem doing

“Is it caused by a past trauma… Something which makes you feel anxious each time a man touches you?” He asked when I was fully okay, I shook my head. It wasn't like that. My problem started in high-school,

It was crazy being a teenager. Having all sorts of body changes and overwhelming emotions. It was normal for me to crave what most of my friends viewed as experiencing. Yes, I had an issue with not getting stimulated, in short, I was unable to get aroused or orgasm. My long-life problem and the reason I joined the sex master's website

“It's hard for me… I visited several doctors…they prescribed some medications, and I went through therapy sessions … unfortunately, I just… I just can't,” I explained to him, sniffing back the tears lingering in my eyes. This issue cost me a lot, so I refrained from dating. Anyone would laugh as a sensational stripper was afraid of getting intimate. I danced for men, but to be honest. I felt nothing, no stimulation or anything. It was like I was a rock

“I see… did you try… self-stimulation,” he asked and shifted a little in his chair, I nodded. Of course, I tried self-pleasure, I thought that others wouldn't do it. I could

“It didn't work… nothing works for me…that's why I came here,” it was embarrassing talking to a man about something so private, unfortunately, he was my last hope. The doctors said I had orgasmic, general anorgasmia. I was sexually dead as the doctors told me.

“I see…” he mumbled more to himself. There was silence between us. He seemed to be thinking

Oh, how I wanted to ask him to get rid of his mask, the desperation to see the face of the man I was talking to. However, he rose to his feet and walked back to his desk. It was a long way to his desk. I watched him. Secretly outlining his body, anticipating the color of his skin, the color of his eyes, where his lips thin or full, pink or red. He took something from the desk and came back. It was a document and a pen. He handed it to me and walked back to his seat

“Ms Palmer. I'm sure you know how it's done,” he said, gesturing to me to read through. I didn't hesitate, but flipped the first page open. It was a printed agreement, something I expected

“Your condition is nothing out of the ordinary… you came to the right man,” he added while I read through. Again, he seemed to be a thorough man, he followed protocols, and rules outlined for his clients. I had to indicate the number of months I'd be undergoing my treatment. Both of us had to agree on something

“Firstly I want to clarify it… if you already have a partner…it's best to inform them…secondly, you have to surrender and know from now on… your body belongs to your s*x Master… I'm to do as I want to make sure you are healed,” he added, just his voice gave me chills. The instructions and rules he outlined were everything I feared. Glancing up, I didn't find him sitting across from me. While he was standing by the wall, soon the walls started opening, more like parting away. I was intrigued by what was happening. There was another room within the office? I saw a bed and some equipment

“Are you a doctor?” I asked out of curiosity if he knew so much about a woman. He must be a doctor,

“No,” he replied, and I nodded and placed the documents on the side table and rose to my feet

“When was the last time you had s*x?” He asked me while taking out some things. They seemed like handcuffs or cable ropes. There was a blindfold too. The bed was narrow with white linens spread. He seemed to be a straight man, he asked questions on point without worrying how rude he sounded

“Umm, two days ago”

Curse it, I forgot about this tiny detail. As expected, he glanced over his shoulder for a while then continued his work.

“Ms Palmer, if you are already…”

“I'm sorry, but I need your help… I know…it's…” how was I to explain this, I had a one-night stand with Christian, and with him, I didn't panic as I did with most men. I synced with everything he threw at me and my body responded, I was aroused and had my first orgasm. It was unbelievable that there existed a man who could give me pleasure, unfortunately, it was the wrong man. I didn't want Christian near me. I had the man of my dreams

“The contract… you can take it home and go through… if there's anything you'll find inappropriate don't hesitate to tell me…the door is there…leave,” the man said straight, I stared at him in disbelief. Was it over? I thought he would do something or give it a try, or ask me some more questions

“Our sessions will only start once you sign the contract, please excuse me… I have a client coming in,” he said and walked right past me. Not only that, but I was disappointed, I wasn't certain, but I felt a hole in my heart. He ignored me and walked to his desk and sat down

“When is…”

“If you sign the contract… Give me a call… my cell phone number is at the back,” he answered before I could even finish my sentence, feeling irritated. I walked back to the small sitting area. Grabbed my purse and contract and shoved it in. Glancing up at him, he had his eyes fixed on his computer.

“Thank you, “I said, and hesitated before I headed for the door. Glancing back, the man was still busy. I didn't expect my first visit to be like this. He was being professional, I forgot this was what he did. He treated women the same way. No one was special. Who was I to expect something different

Face-palming myself for being stupid, I proceeded down the passageway heading to the elevator where I met the driver, again I had to be blindfolded.

Back in SM's office, he glanced up and slowly tugged at his gloves and slipped them off and tossed them away. Ran his fingers in his hair and rested his back against the chair as he tugged at his mask, with ease he took it off and tossed it away. His sharp mysterious eyes glimmered with amusement as a small smirk crept on his face but soon disappeared.