Part of growing up

Hi. I’m Jeannie and I’m 18 years old. I know that I’m supposed to be all grown up right now. I think I almost am. I earn my own money, I live in my own apartment. There is one thing that frightens me, though. It’s something that I hear people talk about. I am not courageous enough to admit to anyone that I’m afraid of it and that I’ve never tried it. It’s anal sex. I never tried it and it’s beginning to become a problem for me, because I get anxiety attacks. I need to get rid of this feeling that there is something I have to learn to really be all grown up, and I haven’t learned it yet. In fact, I don’t even know how to do it.

But I’m lucky! I browsed around on the Internet one day, and I found a therapist that specialized in exactly my situation. I booked an appointment and went over there.

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I didn’t care to look at the pricing. It turned out to be a little more expensive than I thought. $100 and it would only take half an hour. Well, I paid him the money. If it could help me with my problem, I’m sure it would be a good investment.

He also handed me a contract. “This is a consent form. You are signing that you are undergoing this treatment of your own free will and that your intent is to receive mental therapy and physical therapy for understanding and come to terms with your sexuality.”

Even though he said it a little different than I would have, that was exactly what I was here for, so I signed the contract and gave it to him.

“Very good. Let’s begin. As this is a mental condition rooted in a physical cause, we will start with working on the cause of your condition. Please undress. Put your clothes on that chair and sit on the desk.”

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I wasn’t used to taking off my clothes in front of a man, but I wasn’t too worried about it. He’s a doctor and needs to treat me, so it’s only natural that I make that possible for him.

He was in the next room while I took of my clothes. When he came back and saw me sitting on the table, he smiled. I thought he just thought I was cute or something, but it turned out he smiled AT me. “Please sit on your knees and hands so I can help you with the area you specifically have a problem with”.

He meant my ass, of course. Should I have figured that our by myself. Anyway, I quickly turned around and sat on my knees. He opened a drawer and took out a long stick. “Please relax” he said, slowly inserting the tip of the stick in my ass.

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I tried to relax as well as I could, but I wasn’t used to having anything anywhere near my ass. The stick was designed so it had different levels of thickness. The tip wasn’t very thick but it got thicker up ahead.

When he put in the tip, it hurt a little, but then my ass got used to it. Then he put the stick further in. It hurt a bit again, but I got used to that as well. He continued like that for a while and stuck it further and further into my ass. To my surprise, it wasn’t half bad.

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Of course, this was a thin stick designed for exactly this purpose, so that’s why it was quite comfortable to have it in my ass. It wasn’t nowhere near as thick as a real dick.

I had certainly already gotten somewhere. I wasn’t as scared of having something put in my ass. It hurt a bit at first, but then I got used to it, and then it actually started to feel good. I was sorry that he pulled it out and stopped at one point. I thought to myself that this was probably the physical therapy, and now he would move on to the mental therapy.

“That’s it?” I asked, getting ready to get down from the table.

“No” he said, and looked in the drawer for something else.

“But isn’t there any mental therapy at any point?” I asked …

He nodded. “We do it all at the same time. Physical and mental therapy is closely connected. There is no need to separate them. Unlike your butt cheeks.”

He took something out of the drawer and separated my butt cheeks, just as he had told me he would. “How does this make you feel” he said, inserting something in my ass hole. This time it was something quite small, that just seemed to get bigger.

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When I looked, I could see it was some instrument designed exactly for this purpose. It could easily be inserted and gradually be opened up more and more. That was what he did. It felt like I was in good hands. He knew what he was doing.

“This takes care of the physical part of your condition.” he said. “Your ass how now been prepared for the same size object as a real dick.”

I agreed that what he said was probably true. I didn’t feel completely ready, though. Would this really prepare me completely? It was just objects – it wasn’t real. I still wouldn’t know what it is and I would still be afraid.

It was like he had read my mind, when he said “But this doesn’t really prepare you completely. These are just objects – they are not real. You still wouldn’t know what it’s like for sure”.

I was amazed. What he did next I guess was the only logical thing to do. He took off his own pants. “The only way for you to be comfortable with his in real life, is to have tried under controlled circumstances. Like this.” he said, and slipped his cock into my ass hole.

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I sort of screamed but stopped right away – I was just anticipating that it would hurt, but it didn’t hurt at all. Seems like preparation made the big difference. It didn’t hurt – it felt good. He didn’t push it very far into my ass, but he gradually pushed it further and further.

Let me tell you, the big difference between tools and a real dick, is that the dick is moving in and out fast and the tools weren’t. It felt so good that I am not ashamed to admit that I actually enjoyed it.

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I spread my legs and really let him fuck me. I really enjoyed it now. When he asked me the obvious I had to answer yes. “So, are you enjoying this right now?”. I would be lying if I said I didn’t. “Yes!” I moaned.

“OK” he said. Then he went faster in and out of my ass, just for 5 seconds, and then I felt him come inside me. “Your treatment is now finished. You will no longer have anxiety over the thought of anal sex.”

He was right. After that day, my anxiety attacks were not about the fear of anal sex. They were about the fear of NOT having anal sex.

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