My Councilor Part 1: Getting Ready
This whole thing got started when I read an ad on the alt. personals. spanking news group. The ad was from my own aria code. The ad read in part: Are you a young man in need of counseling and discipline? Do you have some bad habits you want to break yourself of? Do you just seem to be on the wrong track? I can and will help you get your life together. E-mail me and we will talk.
I knew I needed to get my act together and for some reason this ad struck me as one I should respond to. I wrote a letter telling this man about wanting help getting back on track and telling him I also wanted to quit smoking as well as get my _s_e_x_ life under control and asked if he could help.
Two days later I got a response from him. The e-mail told me that he could indeed help me if I really wanted the help. He instructed me to telephone him the following Saturday at 10:00 for an initial interview. The letter included a phone number.
Saturday morning at 10:00 sharp I called the number. The phone was answered on the second ring.
"Good morning." was the greeting.
"Good morning, Sir." I responded.
Are you ready to begin the interview? I was asked.
"Yes, Sir"
The man on the other end of the line then began to ask me questions.
"What is your Name?"
"Luke James"
"How old are you?"
"23, Sir"
"You said in your letter that you wanted to quit smoking and get your _s_e_x_ life under control, is that correct?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Tell me what you mean when you say you want to get your _s_e_x_ life under control."
I explained that I thought I was hooked on _s_e_x_. If I did not get _s_e_x_ than I would jerk off several times a day.
"What other problems are you having?" he asked.
I told him I had gotten several traffic tickets lately. And thought I needed help.
He then asked if I had a job.
"Yes, Sir, a good one."
"Fine." He responded.
The man then went on to tell me that if I wanted help that he could and would help me. He went on to explain that my sessions would take place over several weekends. I was told that I would have to report on Friday evening and would be staying through Sunday evening. He also informed me that I would have to purchase a uniform for the sessions. He told of a shop in town where I could get the required uniform and told me to call and make an appointment with a clerk named Scott, who would know what I needed and would fit me. I was then instructed to make an appointment with him and to follow his instructions during the appointment. He further instructed me to call him again after my appointment with Scott to set up my first session.
I looked the shop up in the phone book after I hung up the phone. The shop had an ad in the yellow pages. The ad said they sold "fetish clothing and accessories, did piercing and tattoos, and offered other fetish services."
I called and asked to speak to Scott. When Scott came on the line I told him that I had been instructed to make an appointment with him by Mr. Toms to be fitted for a uniform. He made an appointment for Tuesday at 5:30. That was a bit tight for me but I agreed to that time.
Tuesday afternoon I left work a little early in order to make my appointment with Scott. I arrived at the shop at 5:25, and asked the cute bond guy behind the counter if he were Scott. He told me he was and asked if I were Luke. I told him I was and he said that he would be with me in just a second. He then went over and locked the door and put up the closed sign. He then told me to follow him. He led me back to a very large fitting room in back and told to remove my cloths so we could begin the fitting. He then left the room. While he was gone I stripped down to my boxer shorts. A few minutes later Scott returned with an armload of stuff. He looked at me and said that when instructed to remove my cloths, that meant all of them, and to get my boxers off as well. I did as I was told. So, there I stood completely naked. Scott looked me up and down, then told me to turn around. I could fell him looking at me as I faced the other way.
"I can see we will need to make an appointment with Jeff for you as well." Scott said.
"What do I need another appointment for?" I inquired.
"You will need a hair cut and a shave for your appointment, Mr. Toms wants all of his boys to have a similar look." Scott told me.
What was I getting myself into I thought.
Scott then began to fit me for my uniform. First he handed me a pair of y-front white briefs. They were a bit tight but Scott said they were supposed to be tight fitting. Next came a pair of knee high white stockings. Then a long sleeved white dress shirt. Next came a pair of gray flannel shorts, but they were too large so I was given a smaller pair to try one, they were better. A black leather belt was then added. Next came a light blue tie. Then a dark blue blazer was given to me. We finished by trying on several pairs of black oxford shoes. By the time I was out of there I had added almost $200.00 to my charge card. Scott also made an appointment for me with Jeff for Friday after noon at 1:00.
When I got home I called Mr. Toms. I told him I had had my appointment with Scott and that I would be seeing Jeff on Friday. Mr. Toms said that I was to report for my first session after my appointment with Jeff. He further told me to bring my uniform with me to my appointment with Jeff. I told him that I was going to take that day off and would see him Friday afternoon.
I arrived at the shop for my appointment with Jeff right on time. He led me to a room in the back of the shop that looked like a hair stylist's booth. He told me to get undressed. This time I removed all my cloths. Jeff then took me to a shower-room and told me to take a hot shower. Once I finished my shower, Jeff then shaved off all of my body hair from the neck down. Next he cut my hair into the same pageboy style of cut that he and Scott wore. When we were finished he told me to put my uniform on and go to Mr. Toms place for my first session.
If you would like to hear about my first session and the discipline I received drop me a line. I will post more.