I love to stroke my cock. There I admitted it. I will reach down and stroke that stonker anytime and anywhere. Well, I don’t do in places I shouldn’t, but I have been known to lock my office door and just start stroking. That just makes me a healthy red-blooded British male, right? Of course it does! Nothing at all wrong with a man who loves to stroke his cock. Oh, my wife has some complaints. I get off on my own enough that I don’t need to have sex with her as often. Sounds crazy maybe, but it’s true. And you know when you get used to something and you know just what you like better than anyone does, it is hard to give up control to someone else.
That was me. I really thought I did not have a problem. It seemed like a really crazy thing to need help with. I know how to stroke, I don’t need masturbation guidance, that is almost word for word what I said to my Mistress the first time I called her. She laughed. Yes, you read that right, she laughed at me when I told her that. I’m not sure if she really thought it was funny or just wanted me to know how wrong I was. Either way, that is how we started.
Before I get too much farther, let me tell you what lead me to call my Mistress in the first place. You see, I clearly didn’t think I had a problem and calling and asking for stroking instructions wasn’t really what I intended, at least not consciously. I’m sure my sub-conscious was taking over and making sure I stopped lying to myself, but it was doing it without my knowledge and without my consent. I had simply decided that I didn’t want to stroke alone and thought a hot female voice would make it all that much better. Of course, it did, but she wasn’t just a hot woman, she was an expert in masturbation guidance, and she saw right through me.
We had only barely said hello when she asked if I was ready to masturbate. Guidance wasn’t mentioned and I quickly told her that I already was stroking. I was proud, but her voice changed, and I knew I had said something wrong. She didn’t hesitate to inform me that I did not have permission to start and she wasn’t about to guide me from the middle. Then she said, it. Stop. And I realized, that was something I could hardly do. We talked more and eventually I admitted to her that I needed help, I was completely out of control. Stroking my cock had taken over some parts of my life and personality and I needed help. She laughed at that too, as though she had known all along and I was the slow one who was just catching up. I guess that was exactly the way it was.
So, I admitted it to her. That I was out of control and needed help. My life was unmanageable, and I couldn’t do it without her, my Goddess of stroking. It felt like an intervention. She wasn’t there to teach me how to stroke she was there to help me admit that I was out of control. My cock was controlling me, my cock stroking addiction was controlling me and I had no idea how to get it back under my control, but she did. She told me, in her soft but insistent American accent, that the only one who could control my cock was her and she would make sure that I was very happy, if I just let go and stopped fighting her masturbation guidance.
That is what I did! Now I stroke with my mistress and sometimes alone, but only if we have previously agreed that it is a good time and I haven’t been overdoing it. My wife is happy, even though she doesn’t realize why, but my sexual energy in bed has returned and I’m no longer hiding in my office or the bathroom to stroke my cock. Oh, the urge is still there and every once in a while, I get lost and just start, but I know what I need to do now. I just look to my Mistress for masturbation guidance and she gives it to me. We talk and edge and she even lets me cum, sometimes…. Believe me, if you even think you might need a Mistress intervention, you do!