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Story title : Date Rape Trauma Recovery
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Date Rape Trauma Recovery (FFM, exh, mast)
by D D Writer (ddwriter45@yahoo.com)
***
A man and his wife help her friend recover from the
trauma of a date rape 9 years ago.
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I'm a third year medical student and my wife, Laura,
is a doctoral student in counseling psychology with
an interest in trauma recovery, particularly rape
trauma. We are both 26 years old.
Laura and one of her classmates, Marty, have become
close friends, although Marty and I have never met -
that is, we've never met in the ordinary sense of
that word. Let me explain.
Marty, also a doctoral student in psychology and 24
years of age, recently disclosed to Laura that she
was raped when she was 15 by a boy, Rod, who was 17
at the time and whom she had dated only a couple of
times. Their two dates had consisted only of going to
movies; the rape occurred in his car after their
second date.
Rod had driven his car to a secluded area to make
out. Marty had never had sex before the rape and has
never had sex since - she can't get over the fear of
being helpless and vulnerable while alone with men.
She remembers that her rapist had an unusually large
penis, causing the rape was physically painful as
well as emotionally traumatic.
Although Marty has received extensive psychological
counseling, she is still so fearful of men that she
cannot become intimate. At 24, she is worried that
she cannot have a fulfilling adult life until she
finds a way to recover from the trauma of her rape
nine years ago.
Marty disclosed her rape experience and her fears to
Laura, who is an exceptionally good listener and a
wonderfully supportive friend, as well as a
specialist in rape trauma. Laura had an idea about a
treatment for Marty that involved me. She talked her
idea over with me and asked me if I were willing to
participate. In reply to my curiosity, Laura
explained that Marty is very attractive, petite and
trim with a sizable bust and a cute face. I was
willing, so she proposed her idea to Marty, who also
accepted, although with some trepidation. This story
tells what happened.
Laura explained to Marty that I am an intelligent,
sensitive, caring, and emotionally healthy man... and
also extremely well endowed - my erect penis is
nearly eleven inches long.
Laura's plan involved inviting Marty to our home
where I would be already bound, hands and feet tied
to the four corners of our king-size bed. A large
sheet would be completely covering my body except for
a hole where my penis and testicles would be passed
through and accessible to Marty and Laura for use
during the therapy. The hole had a drawstring so it
could be slightly tightened around the base of my
penis and under my scrotum, causing my external sex
organs to be the only visible part of my body.
I would have earphones with music so I could not hear
what Laura and Marty would be saying during the
session. Also, I was committed to not speaking
throughout the treatment so Marty would not feel that
she was with a "real human being." In effect, my
disembodied genitals would symbolically represent her
rapist, and would be used to help Marty work through
her fears, feelings of helplessness, and anxiety
about being out of control with men in sexual
situations.
The therapy session was scheduled to begin at 1:00 pm
on a Saturday afternoon and last as long as
necessary, perhaps into the evening.
Marty arrived exactly on time and rang the doorbell.
Laura had prepared me on the bed and gave me an
appreciative kiss before putting on the earphones and
pulling the sheet over my head. Finally, she placed a
small towel over my genitals before answering the
door. Much of the following report is from Laura,
since I was not able to see or hear anything until
the session was over many hours later.
Laura accompanied Marty into our bedroom. Laura had
suggested that they both dress in skimpy negligee to
heighten Marty's feeling of being exposed and
vulnerable, albeit in a safe situation. (Laura wore
negligee simply to be "in sympathy" with Marty to
increase her comfort.) Laura explained that although
I was her husband, Marty should let go of any
feelings about "being with another woman's husband"
or other concerns about Laura's jealousy or
possessiveness of me. Rather, she helped Marty regard
my genitals as simply a physical object that she
could experience in any way she wished.
Marty understood that I would not speak or otherwise
manifest my "humanity" as a known person. The only
rule about using my genitals in this therapeutic
setting was that Marty must not hurt or injure me.
However, she could disregard my sexual needs
entirely. Indeed, Marty was not to feel responsible
for taking care of me or responding to my needs. In
fact, the therapy plan included allowing Marty to
frustrate me mercilessly as a way to experience a
sense of control and power while being with men.
Laura and Marty sat cross-legged across from each
other with my mid-section directly between them.
After a few minutes' talking to help Marty relax and
become oriented to the setting, Laura invited Marty
to remove the towel from my genitals whenever she
felt ready to do so. As I felt the towel being
slowing pulled aside, my already half-erect penis
quickly grew to its full eleven-inch dimension as I
realized a woman whom I had never met was gazing at
my exposed genitals.
Now that my genitals were on full display to Marty,
Laura said: "Marty, think of these sex organs as the
'Universal Male' - not as belonging to any particular
man. They are a part of every man - your rapist who
used them to violate and hurt you, your father who
spawned you, your future lovers who will use them to
give you pleasure, your future spouse who will use
them to father your children, and your sons, if you
have male children. But before you can have healthy
relationships with male people, you have some
unfinished business with your rapist. The opportunity
you have today is to progress toward completion of
that business, to come to terms with his maleness
that hurt you, and to differentiate your rapist from
other men."
Laura continued: "When you were raped, you were
vulnerable. No one was there to protect you from Rod,
who abused his power and who exploited your trusting
vulnerability to satisfy his own selfish needs. But
right now you are safe in the presence of the
Universal Male. You are the one who has control. The
male is securely tied up and not able to move. He
can't hear you, or see you, or speak to you - you are
anonymous in his presence and free to do whatever you
feel comfortable doing, and feel that you should do,
to finish your unfinished business. You and I - two
women - are the only real people in this room. I hope
you can trust me to help you heal your hurt, and to
guide you in using these sex organs of the Universal
male, which are provided for you simply for that
purpose."
Marty fully understood what Laura meant in this
opening statement, and was immediately able to
perceptually frame their setting as Laura proposed.
As a check, Laura asked Marty how many people are in
the room. "Two," replied Marty.
Laura encouraged Marty to discuss her feelings, as
she looked at a huge penis - indeed, any penis - for
the first time in nine years. Marty replied that she
felt a complex mixture of fear, anger, fascination,
and some sexual curiosity. Laura invited Marty,
whenever she felt ready, to touch and explore the sex
organs of the Universal Male. With some hesitation,
Marty reached out and lightly touched the skin of my
shaft.
For several more minutes she lightly touched me as
she tentatively explored these foreign and
frightening male sex organs. She examined the texture
and viscosity of my precum, which was already
generously oozing from the tip, spreading it over my
pulsing glans.
Laura continuously invited Marty to describe her
emotions as she explored my genitals, and Marty
became more comfortable revealing her deep anxieties,
imagery, and feelings to Laura. Over the next half
hour or more, Laura invited Marty to become more
assertively exploratory with her touch. In time, she
wrapped a hand around my shaft and felt my testicles,
pushing them around inside my scrotum. She gradually
felt more authorized and assertive in making contact
with this quintessentially male object - my genitals
- the sex organs of the Universal Male.
Marty then reported a flashback she was having about
the rape experience. Rod had taken his penis out of
his pants and tried to get Marty to touch it. She
refused. He then forcibly took her hand and put it
around his erection, making her move her hand up and
down to masturbate him. She became frightened, as Rod
got more aroused and aggressive, so she pulled her
hand away. That's when he got angry and raped her.
Thereafter, male sexual arousal felt dangerous to
her.
To help Marty understand male sexuality, Laura
demonstrated how men masturbate by gripping my cock
mid-shaft and pumping several times, causing the skin
to ride up over my corona. She then guided Marty's
hands to do the same, explaining that only a minute
or so of this action in my state of arousal would
cause me to ejaculate.
Marty became anxious and fearful as she sensed the
hardening of my cock and the quickening of my
breathing, recalling how this had happened just
before Rod raped her. Laura reminded Marty that she
could stop masturbating me any time she wanted to,
regardless of how aroused I became, and that I was
completely restrained and so could not force her to
do anything. Marty was gradually beginning to feel
that she did indeed have control over the Universal
Male, and would never again be his victim.
Laura also demonstrated how to handle testicles,
including how firmly they can be squeezed before
causing significant discomfort or pain. With Laura's
expert coaching, Marty was able to grip my testicles
in her hand so she had the feeling of "having a man
by the balls." The fact that she could, if she chose,
give them a crushing squeeze and that "he" (that is,
I) could do nothing to prevent it, was an empowering
experience for Marty.
She experimented with gripping my balls until Laura
recognized by my body movements indicated that I was
beginning to feel pain, and coached Marty to relax
her grip slightly. With both hands gripping my
testicles, she was able to voice her feeling of
power, "Now I've got you by the balls, big guy. What
are you going to do about it? It's my turn to call
the shots now. How do you like that?!" She gave them
a quick squeeze, causing my body to tense. Laura
reported later that Marty smiled with pleasure at her
feminine power over the male aggressor.
Next, Laura began to help Marty experience the power
of controlling the male's orgasm, noting that many
women feel that men control sexual experiences by the
urgency of their orgasms. This was very meaningful to
Marty, since she had felt during the rape that her
Rod's overwhelming urgency to climax was what drove
him to attack and violate her. During this therapy
session, Laura invited Marty to resolve to regain a
feeling of power by exercising complete control over
my orgasm, allowing me to have no influence
whatsoever over its timing.
Marty needed help with this since she had never
experienced a man's orgasm except on the occasion of
the rape. Because of her trauma, she had never
fondled a man so she did not recognize the stages of
arousal and imminent ejaculation. Laura proceeded to
expertly teach her these skills and sensitivities.
All the while, I was lying bound and completely
helpless, unable to see or hear, entirely covered by
a sheet except for my sex organs protruding through
the drawstring hole, visualizing my wife with another
woman who was a stranger to me manipulating my
genitals - an extremely erotic image. Laura and I had
refrained from having sex for a few days so that my
physical reactions during the session would be
intensified for Marty's benefit. I was approaching a
state of nearly unbearable sexual tension. But relief
was not "near at hand." The session had gone only a
couple of hours by this time, and it would be several
more hours before I was delivered of my agony.
Forcing my legs farther part and my knees to bend so
the soles of my feet were facing each other, Laura
sat between them to demonstrate how to grasp my
testicles in her left hand, pulling them slightly
away from my body, while slowly stroking my throbbing
erection with her right hand. In this position, she
showed Marty how to recognize the visual and tactile
signs of approaching ejaculation, such as the
involuntary retraction of my testicles, the darkening
redness of my glans, the hardening sponginess of my
corona, as well as my breathing.
After Laura's expert demonstration, Marty assumed the
position between my legs. In this "driver's seat,"
she was invited to arouse, frustrate, and deny my
orgasm as long as she wished. Marty quickly became
quite skilled at this, bringing me tantalizing close
to ejaculating, then removing her hands and watching
my pulsating cock bounce in space, frantically
seeking more stimulation.
Although I was committed to not speaking words, my
groans and guttural moans of desperate yet powerless
urgency added to Marty's experience of being in
control. Although I could not hear Marty's voice,
Laura reported later that Marty was able, with
Laura's facilitation, to give voice to her anger with
expressions such as, "Take that, you bastard!" "How
do you like being the one who hurts, asshole!" You
think I care about your needs? ... think again,
motherfucker!" "Time for you to suffer, jerk!"
At times, I could hear Marty's voice over the music
in my headphones as she shouted epithets at the man
who raped her, represented symbolically by my sexual
organs. Over and over, Marty would bring me close to
ejaculating, stop, remove her hands, lean back on her
back stretched arms in a posture of taunting
disregard to watch the display of my sexual
frustration, then yell angrily, releasing her pent-up
rage that had built up over the past nine years since
her rape.
Marty again recalled her rape, tearfully saying she
wished she could have had this control over Rod. It
would have been nice, she said, to be able to explore
her sexual curiosity about his genitals without fear
that he would attack her when he become aroused. She
slapped herself on her knees several times in
frustration and anger.
Recognizing that Marty needed to cathartically
express her aggressive physical energy, Laura showed
her how she could slap my huge throbbing cock,
knocking it from side to side like a bozo doll,
without injuring me or causing great pain. Being able
to physically strike at the hated object of her rage
was very therapeutic for Marty, and she did so
vigorously for a long time.
Laura told me later that Marty swung her open hand as
hard as she could, slapping my erection while
gripping my testicles in her other hand, yelling and
cursing, ventilating her rage. When my cock slightly
softened, she would pump it again until it was fully
engorged and near orgasm, imagining that she was
punishing Rod for his selfish insistence on sexual
gratification.
She felt she was getting revenge against her rapist,
evening the score that had been so imbalanced these
past nine years. This went on for over an hour as I
endured helplessly and mostly silently. Lying with my
legs spread wide and knees bent, with this angry man-
hating woman sitting between them, I was completely
vulnerable to her aggression. I was protected only by
Laura's moderating guidance of Marty's anger. I
shuttered to think of what Marty, in her rage, might
do to my exposed and vulnerable balls if Laura were
not there to protect me.
Eventually... at about 6 pm, five hours after we
began... Marty's anger began to subside, gradually
being replaced by more tender and sexual feelings.
She told Laura she would like to see semen, for the
first time in her life. Semen represented to Marty a
more life-affirming and less dangerous aspect of the
Universal Male.
Laura, wanting to preserve my complete ejaculation
for a possible later purpose (I'll explain soon),
agreed to show Marty how to bring out just a small
drop of semen. She gripped the base of my penis while
also forcing my testicles to be extended from my
body. She then carefully stroked my shaft until she
felt my testicles retract and a thickening of the
base of my penis caused by the first surge of semen
begin to enter it.
My body shuttered with agonizing frustration when she
stopped stroking at the exact moment that allowed
only a small drop of milky fluid to emerge from the
tip. I could barely maintain my commitment to not
speak, wanting to shamelessly beg for release.
Actually, I did quietly utter "please" through
clenched teeth in a deep groan. Laura said that
Marty's demeanor seemed to change at that moment,
recognizing that there was a real person attached to
the penis who was suffering intensely under her
control.
After pausing about 30 seconds to let my interrupted
ejaculation subside, and with her hand still gripping
my balls, Laura invited Marty to take the drop of
semen between her fingers to compare its consistency
and slickness to precum, and to taste it.
At first Marty didn't want to taste my semen, but
when she saw Laura put it to her tongue she agreed to
try. But, as the first drop of semen had already been
removed, Laura carefully and firmly gripped my shaft
about mid-length between her thumb and forefinger and
slowly stripped it toward the top, which brought
another small milky drop to the surface. Laura put
her lips around my glans and licked it off, then
asked Marty if she would like to do that.
Seeing the mouth-to-penis contact emotionally touched
Marty, saying it resembled a tender and affectionate
kiss. So, Laura stripped my penis again, this time
from its base, and one more drop of semen emerged,
which Marty then took into her mouth by putting her
lips around my glans. If she had not paused for
several seconds, the sensation of her mouth on my
penis would have brought on an uncontrollable
eruption of semen. Instead, Marty learned that,
notwithstanding their urgent protestations, men could
survive even the most intense sexual frustration -
even interrupted orgasm at the moment it begins.
My erection had barely softened at all, since Laura
had so expertly limited the release of semen to only
a few drops. I still had a full load of ejaculate
waiting to be released.
For the next several minutes Laura and Marty were
apparently talking to each other, while gently
stroking my penis, which brought it back to full
engorgement. It actually felt like their stroking was
absent-minded, as if their attention was focused on
something else. The next thing I knew, one of the
women (I didn't know which one at the time) straddled
my torso on her hands and knees. I could feel my
penis being rubbed against wet, hot labia before
being guided to the opening of a vagina. Very slowly,
its tip was gently slipped between her labia and
pressed against the opening.
Since I knew well the feeling of Laura's vagina, and
sensing this one was very tight, it was now clear
that my penis was at the vestibule of Marty's vagina
- an immensely erotic realization, heightened by the
fact that I had never seen her nor talked to her. I
understood that, for the benefit of her therapeutic
experience, I must remain completely still, allowing
her to have total control over how quickly and how
deeply I entered her.
Despite a nearly overwhelming urge to thrust my cock
into her, I forced myself to remain motionless,
granting her complete control over what was
happening. After all, I reminded myself, this was
therapy, not an ordinary sexual act.
Later I learned that Laura had invited Marty to
experiment with putting my erect penis to her
genitals, to rub it against her labia, and to let it
enter her as far as she was comfortable. Laura had
selflessly offered to leave the room to give Marty
privacy while she experimented with voluntary sexual
intercourse for the first time in her life. But the
bond of trust had formed so strongly between the two
women that Marty asked Laura to stay to provide
additional guidance.
I could tell that Marty was fumbling and unfamiliar
with how to guide my penis into her vagina, which was
complicated by the fact of my size. After a few
minutes, I could feel Marty getting off of me and
Laura getting on. Laura expertly guided my penis
slowly into her vagina, apparently demonstrating for
Marty how it is done. She then slowly moved her body
up and down a few times, deliciously milking my
shaft, before settling down as far as she was able
before my penis reached her cervix, showing Marty
about four inches of my shaft remained outside her
vagina. She also pointed out that I did not attempt
to thrust deeper, which could hurt or injure a woman,
and reassured Marty that she could safely let my
penis fill her up without fear of being hurt.
Although Laura and I both wanted to complete my
orgasm immediately, she moved off of my body so Marty
could remount me. I could feel two sets of hands on
my penis as they guided me gently between Marty's
outer labia and into her opening. It took several
minutes of slow, gentle, and intermittent pressure,
completely controlled by her, for my penis to enter
her.
As a safety measure for Marty, Laura kept her fist
tightly around my shaft, first allowing only a couple
of inches to enter Marty's vagina at first, then
gradually moving her fist down the shaft to allow
more length to enter. I "hit bottom" with about five
inches of my length still to go (A disadvantage of
being eleven inches long is that I have never felt
the satisfaction of being inserted "to the hilt" -
but I'm not complaining!).
As I remained completely motionless, Marty slowly
moved up and down, sliding my shaft in and out of her
nearly virginal vagina. Once she became comfortable
and confident that I would not thrust and hurt her,
Laura removed her fist so Marty could be in full
control of her first true act of sexual intercourse.
She gradually quickened the pace of her movement and
I could sense that she was approaching orgasm.
Because of the partial ejaculation earlier, my
orgasmic response was dulled, which allowed Marty to
have a complete orgasm before I ejaculated. Through
my earphones I could hear her loud gasps as she
climaxed. At the moment she stopped moving I was
again on the edge of ejaculating. My temptation was
immense to thrust slightly, which would have launched
a spasm that I could not have controlled. But,
realizing that this was an extremely delicate moment
in Marty's therapeutic recovery from rape trauma, I
forced myself to remain motionless.
When her orgasm was complete, Marty relaxed, lowered
her body, laying her chest on mine, with my pulsing
erection still inside, still lodged against her
cervix. For the first time, I could feel the
ampleness of her bare breasts as they pressed against
my chest through the thin sheet. I could tell by her
body's movements that she was sobbing.
The convulsing of her body while sobbing nearly
caused me to ejaculate, despite my remaining
motionless. She cried loudly for several minutes,
gradually beginning to speak to Laura about her
feelings of grief mixed with happiness. All the
while, I stayed completely quiet so she could have
all the time she needed to resolve her emotions and
become ready to move away from me. Indeed, it was her
tears of release and relief that constituted the main
"therapeutic moment" of her experience that day - I
swore to not selfishly interfere with her healing.
After Marty moved off of me, I was again lying with
only my genitals exposed to these two women as they
continued talking. After a while, I felt Laura's
familiar mouth envelope the head of my penis and
begin to caress my glans with her tongue. Then I felt
a different mouth, as Marty did the same. They
switched back and forth several times, as Laura
instructed Marty in the finer points of fellatio.
Again I was approaching orgasm, hoping that this time
I would finally be allowed to have a complete
ejaculation, yet still being unsure what Laura had in
mind as the therapist. When I began to spurt, I
realized my time had finally come. I tried to control
the muscular spasms that wracked my body, but wasn't
completely successful - I felt two hands firmly
gripping my exploding penis, preventing it from
thrusting too deeply into my deliverer's throat.
It was Marty's mouth that received my voluminous
semen that had been built up over the past seven
hours of this unique therapy session. I could feel
the tenderness and affection transmitted through her
lips and hands as she gave me the full satisfaction I
yearned for. She seemed to be telling me how much she
appreciated my help. I felt for the first time that
she acknowledged that I was a real human being in the
room with her, not just a set of sex organs
representing the Universal Male.
As I lay exhausted, I was barely aware that the two
women left the room. In a few minutes, Laura
returned, removed the sheet that was over my body,
untied me, and removed the headphones. It felt
wonderful to be free to move my body again. We smiled
and kissed as she lay down beside me.
In that interim, Laura had accompanied Marty to the
door, and they had hugged in a tearful embrace that
perhaps only women can completely understand.
I did not actually meet Marty "in person" for nearly
a year after that experience. Then, last week, I
attended a party held for Laura's graduating class.
Laura guided me to a corner of the room and
introduced me to a beautiful, petite young woman and
her male companion.
"Honey, I'd like you to meet my friend Marty. And
this is her boyfriend, Jerry." We exchanged the usual
greetings that accompany such introductions, but with
a special twinkle in our eyes.
Marty and Jerry looked happy together.
END
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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