Doctor Susan was the latest rage in radio broadcasting giving Dr. Laura a real run for her money and even encroaching on Dr. Phil’s loyal television viewers. My wife had insisted I listen to a few of her shows while we were driving one day and when I commented that she sounded like a feminist man hating bitch my wife started crying. My wife went on and on about how I had treated her like a queen when we were dating and even after we were engaged. I had hung on her every word, bought her flowers, and thought she looked beautiful no matter what she was wearing and no matter what time of the day or night I saw her. Now she was claiming that I looked right through her, disregarded what she was saying and never bought her anything. I said, “See what I mean, you were perfectly happy until you started listening to that Doctor Susan.” She let out a loud burst of air to signify that the conversation was over, folded her arms, turned her body away from me and looked out the window for the rest of the drive. I decided right then that I really hated Dr. Susan.
Things got even worse after that episode in the car. My wife began complaining because I didn’t put my dishes away, didn’t throw my laundry in the hamper, never helped with the housework and the list went on and on. Then her best friend’s husband goes to a Dr. Susan seminar with his wife and decides he needs to be a better husband. He showers her with small gifts, takes over all the chores, and practically worships his wife. I knew it was coming and it only took a few days before she started comparing me to Bill. “Bill does this for his wife and Bill does that for his wife.” After a few weeks of being hounded she finally hit me with the big request. She wanted me to go to a Dr. Susan seminar with her for a whole weekend. Even worse, it was during the playoffs when I should have been glued to the television with a beer in one hand and the remote control in the other. The seminar was over a month away so I told her to find another date. She said it was the only time Dr. Susan was in town and if I didn’t go I would regret it. I still told her I didn’t want to go.
I learned over the next few weeks just how influential my wife could be when she set her mind to it. The things she did could not have possibly been her own ideas because they were too cunning and unfortunately all too effective. It started one day when I came home from work. Beth had put on sexy lingerie, had lit her scented mood candles and had cooked my favorite spicy dish. She liked to call it her “get me in the mood” meal. We ate dinner and then she said, “You know your team is fighting for a wildcard spot. Would you like me to turn on the game for you?” I sat down next to her and she said, “Why don’t you sit on the floor and I’ll give you a nice shoulder and neck massage while you watch the game.” I laughed and said, “What’s the catch. What do you want?” She ran her fingers over my nipples and said, “I’ll tell you when we get into bed.” During the game she rubbed my shoulders and neck but would also playfully skim my nipples or brush the back of my ears. I didn’t even make it to half time before I was begging to be allowed to turn off the game and take her to the bedroom. I was so horny I picked Beth up, carried her to the bedroom, kicked the door open and ripped my clothes off. I started to climb on top of her when she said, “Not so fast horny boy. Lean back and let me give you more pleasure.” I leaned back on the bed and Beth climbed up along side of me. She kissed my balls, she sucked on my chest, kissed my ears, bit my neck and so on until I was one big nerve ending. Then she said, “Are you ready to climb up big boy?” I eagerly said, “Yes, yes, I’ll do anything.” Then she surprised me by saying, “Anything?” I tried to think about the significance of her tone but she tweaked both my nipples until I screamed, “Yes anything.” She forcefully flipped herself on top of me and slid herself down on top of me but didn’t move a muscle. My body screamed for her to pump her hips and finish me off but she wouldn’t. Then she said, “Promise me you’ll go to the Dr. Susan Couple’s Seminar.” I promised over and over until she started pumping. As the frenzy intensified and I neared orgasm she said, “Don’t break your promise or you’ll regret your decision.” I came so hard that I couldn’t help but yell out. My wife put a pillow over my mouth just to keep from waking the neighbors. Then I fell asleep.
The next morning I woke up to the smell of French toast and bacon. I went out into the living room and kissed my wife. I said, “You were wonderful last night. What did I do to deserve that treatment?” Beth said, “You gave me what I wanted.” Then she walked over and showed me the e-mail confirmation for our attendance at the Dr. Susan seminar. It was on Super Bowl Sunday! I immediately protested and told her to pick a different weekend. She handed me my breakfast and said, “You can miss one silly football game to make your wife happy can’t you?” I replied, “This isn’t any football game. This is the big game. We cannot go on that weekend. I made that promise under duress and a contract made under duress is null and void.” She pulled my breakfast away from me before I could close my hand around the plate and said, “Fine, feed yourself.” I had a microwave breakfast. For the next two weeks my wife cooked wonderful smelling meals and then ate them before I got home. The smell drove me crazy. She wore her sexiest outfits and continued to burn her candles. A week into this treatment she finally came up to me and said, “It is so hard to be mean to you like this. How about we talk tonight when we go to bed.” I went to bed a little smug that she had only lasted a week. She climbed into bed and said, “Let me make it up to you.” She did all the things she had done to me just a week earlier and before long I was begging for release. She climbed on top of me again, inserted me into her and I begged her to finish me off. Then she coldly replied, “Finish yourself off. Until we go to the seminar you will not have sex with me again.” No matter how hard I tried or how many times I promised to go she refused to budge. She said I had broken my promise once and would obviously do it again. She rolled her back to me and went to sleep. It took me several hours to get my body relaxed enough to drift off into a fitful sleep where I tossed and turned all night.
The next night when I came home from work we barely spoke to each other. I climbed into bed, rolled my back to her and tried to go to sleep. Then she came up behind me, gently ran her fingers through my hair and said, “You know I don’t ask for much. If you just give me this one thing I’ll be very grateful.” She kissed my neck and then my ear and said, “I mean very grateful.” I tried not to allow my body react to the sensations because I had a feeling I would be left quivering in my bed like last night but my wife knew my body all too well. I tried to think of baseball, war, politicians I hated, ugly women and anything else I thought could ruin the mood but nothing worked. Within 10 minutes or so I was on my back with her sucking on my nipples and caressing my balls. Then she moved up alongside of me and started kissing my ear while her one free hand went back and forth on my chest and the other hand gently caressed my penis. Her touch was just gentle enough to keep me from reaching an orgasm. Then she whispered, “Wouldn’t it be so nice to orgasm.” I screamed, “Oh my gosh yes. Please make love to me. Please I beg you.” She said, “You have to ask yourself what is more important then. Is it a football game or your sexual frustration?” I said, “It is my sexual frustration. I swear I’ll go to Dr. Susan with you. I’ll do anything. Oh my gosh please just make love to me.” She whispered again blowing air into my ear and sending shivers down my spine, “And you’ll go with me and do everything that the seminar has planned?” I was gasping for air now and my balls hurt as I said, “Yes, yes, yes, I will do everything Dr. Susan has planned for us.” Then she let go of me, pulled her hand from my nipples and said, “Great. I am going to give you so much pleasure after the seminar” and rolled away from me again.
The next two weeks were miserable as I cooked my own meals, did my own laundry and masturbated in the shower. I could not wait for that stupid seminar so I could return to my normal life. When we arrived I was handed a stupid looking blue shirt that said, “I love Dr. Susan.” My wife got the pink version. I protested but my wife looked at me and said, “Do you want to orgasm tonight or not?” I put the shirt on. While I was putting on my blue name card I thought I heard the wife behind me say to her husband, “Do you want sex tonight or not?” I quickly turned around to see a man who was clearly drained of his resistance putting on the same stupid shirt I had just put on. We were allowed to mill around and read pamphlets. There were blue and pink coffee mugs, blue and pink glasses, blue and pink plates, it was so sickening that I had to bite my tongue. I had a couple of glasses of orange juice from my blue glass and then we headed in for the start of the seminar. The seats were very plush and comfortable. I sat down and figured I could catch a nap while the feminist bitch who had just ruined the last month of my life spoke. She stepped onto stage and all the women began clapping. My wife nudged me with her elbow so I begrudgingly clapped too. Dr. Susan said, “Good morning. Well ladies congratulations on getting your spouses to come with you. Gentlemen, I assure you that I am only here to make your marriages better. You and your wives will leave here on Sunday with a renewed interest in your marriages and with each other.” She spoke for a long time about the schedule for the weekend, the after hours activities and on and on. As she spoke I noticed that her voice had started to sound far away and that I was feeling really comfortable in my chair. My wife was holding my right arm and gently running her fingers up and down on my forearm. The sensations became more noticeable and enjoyable but I didn’t say anything. I heard Dr. Susan say, “Ladies by now you should notice that your husbands appear to be somewhat incoherent. The blue glasses were coated with a powerful muscle relaxant and a stimulant. I can assure you that they can hear every word. Their muscles will not do what they would like them to do because of the muscle relaxant but thanks to the stimulant their minds are still functional enough for the second phase. I looked at all your questionnaires this week and it appears all of you got through the first phase just fine. We are now going to take that sexual tension and the sexual power you wield over your husbands and put it to good use.” The room broke out in applause but I just sat there with my head down. I wanted to run out of the room but my body seemed disconnected from my brain. Then I heard Dr. Susan say, “Ladies, fasten the glasses to your husbands’ heads and then stand behind him.”
I sat there feeling completely helpless and to be honest quite nervous about what this woman and my wife had in store for me. My wife fastened some type of goggles onto my face that did not allow any light into them. I figured she was wasting her time since the muscle relaxant had made it impossible for me to open my eyes anyway. I got a whiff of my wife’s perfume and realized she had not only sprayed some on herself but had rubbed some under my nose. Suddenly bright swirling lights came on inside the goggles and danced on my eyelids. The light show was fascinating and I found it impossible to not focus my attention on the lights. Dr. Susan said, “The lights are on now ladies. Please go ahead and start the pleasure. You do your thing to his body and I’ll do my thing to his mind.” I heard my wife laugh at her joke and then felt fingers on both of my nipples and a tongue on my neck. The lights that seemed so erratic at first seemed to come together and form one spinning disk right between my eyes. Then Dr. Susan’s voice said, “Gentlemen, by now you realize you have been brought here to be reprogrammed. When you leave here you will be the perfect husband. You will only vote for women candidates, will only work for women and will do everything you can to further the cause of women. You can try and fight it if you would like but I can assure you that you will succumb to my hypnotic skills. Your wives had made sure of that by training your body and mind to obey her sexual stimulation. Ladies, repeat after me.” I felt my wife’s lips up against my ear just like she had done to me in bed that night that I had finally agreed to this seminar. I heard Dr. Susan speak and then Beth’s voice in my ear, “Relax sweetheart. See the spinning disk as it pulls you in. You feel as if you’re falling into the disk and as you do you become so relaxed. Notice how good it feels to obey me.” She pulled my shirt up, rubbed oil on my nipples and squeezed them between her fingers. My body ached from a month of no sex and I quickly gave into the pleasure. “I knew you would like that. The more you obey the more pleasure you will feel. Obedience equals pleasure and pleasure equals obedience.” She continued to speak to me but I felt like I had lost consciousness. Even today those are the last words I can consciously remember before I succumbed to the pleasure and her voice. I wasn’t unconscious because I still felt like I was falling into the disk and my body was still reacting to the pleasure but I was no longer tuned into her words. I felt like I left my own body and mind and entered a large pink abyss. There was nothing but pleasure. The next thing I knew I was in my chair and starting to wake up. I was mumbling the words “obedience equals pleasure and pleasure equals obedience.” I opened my eyes and looked around. The women were gone and each guy around me was either still asleep, just waking up or had woken up and was trying to figure out what had happened. I sat there for a good 10 minutes not wanting to believe that our wives had brought us here to be brain washed. Then a bright light came on in the room and Dr. Susan came out. “Gentleman, your wives are waiting for you in the other room. Please exit through the pink double doors. Now!” I heard every man in the room almost simultaneously say, “Yes Dr. Susan” as they headed for the door. I was no exception.
My lovely beautiful wife was waiting outside for me. I was so happy to see her that tears ran down my eyes. The other men were crying too. Prior to the reunion with my wife I think the last time I had cried had been at a funeral some 10 years earlier. She wiped away the tears and said, “We can go home now honey. The bell hop took care of the bags already. I’ll drive. You seem a little groggy still.” I said, “Yes dear” and got into the passenger seat. I stared at my wife and she finally smiled and said, “Why are you staring at me?” I said, “Because you are the most beautiful woman in the world.” She smiled and said, “You used to tell me that when we were just dating.” I said, “I don’t know why I ever stopped telling you that but I will never stop again.” Again she smiled and said, “I know you won’t.” She turned on the radio and said, “What station would you like to listen to? Do you want to catch some sports?” I didn’t dare touch the dial without her permission so I asked, “Can we listen to Dr. Susan? I love her show. It helps me to be a better husband.” Beth smiled and said, “Of course honey. I didn’t know you liked Dr. Susan.” I replied, “Yeah, I didn’t know I did either.” As we drove home Dr. Susan had all sorts of nice ideas on how to make our wives lives better. She suggested drawing our wives a warm bubble bath and bathing them. She suggested we take cooking lessons and cook for our wives and then make sure we did all the dishes. She suggested long walks holding hands, flowers on a weekly basis, foot rubs and back rubs. She also suggested that we put our wives sexual needs before our own. Each thing she suggested I felt I like I already knew but it was nice to hear it again from the woman I had so much respect for. I decided right then that I would never miss another broadcast of hers even if I were at work. After all, my boss Irene was a huge Dr. Susan fan and her husband listened to him all the time.
Several months passed by and I had never been happier. I was on the floor massaging my wife’s feet while my casserole simmered on the stove when I heard a loud angry knock on the door. I asked my wife, “Would you like me to get the door honey?” She said, “Yes, that would be great.” I just loved when I made her happy and hated to disappoint her. I went to the door and it was Beth’s best friend’s husband. I said, “Hey Mike, what brings you here.” He said, “I’ll tell you what’s up asshole. You’re ruining my marriage. All I hear about is Beth’s husband does this and Beth’s husband does that. I should kick your ass.” He reached out and grabbed my Dr. Susan pin yanking it from my cooking apron. I had not forgot my Army training and dropped him to his knees by grabbing his wrist and bending it backwards. I calmly said, “Give me back my pin.” Beth turned the corner and said, “Honey, let go of Mike now.” I immediately let go of his wrist and said, “Yes dear.” He looked up at me and said, “You’re not a man anymore. I don’t know what you are. Look at you. You’re wearing an apron and a stupid Dr. Susan pin. What the hell is wrong with you?” The Dr. Susan pin was so that other Dr. Susan women fans knew I was a Dr. Susan follower and had graduated from the seminar. I looked down at Mike and said, “I used to think like you Mike but I have never been happier since I turned my life around and became a devoted husband. You should try it.” He almost started crying as he sat on my porch. Holding back the tears he said, “I haven’t had a home cooked meal in over a month. My wife won’t make love to me. She gets me all hot and horny until my body aches with desire and then leaves me high and dry. I hate that Dr. Susan bitch.” I looked at my wife and said, “Honey, can we give Mike a plate of food?” Beth smiled and said, “Let me call Alice and see what she thinks. I’ll be right back.” I knew my job was to do everything to convince Mike to try the seminar. I told him how I had been consumed by sports and actually got so angry during football games that I had broken my hand hitting the wall. I told him how Beth and I fought all the time and were nearly on the brink of separation when I went to the seminar. Beth came out and said, “Alice said we can feed him as long as you tell him about the positive changes you’ve made in your life.” As Mike devoured my home cooked meal I told him how Dr. Susan’s teachings had changed my life. He looked at me and said, “But do you still feel like a man?” I said, “Sure do. Who was it that decided that being a real man is fighting, swearing, drinking beer and watching football? I feel like more of a man now that I made my marriage the most important thing in my life.” I saw Mike’s eyes drop, his shoulders hunched over and I knew from his body language that he would be attending the next seminar. It would be the best decision of his life.
A few weeks later I was cooking breakfast and watching the cooking channel when I heard a knock on the door. I had given Beth a full body massage, given her oral sex and tucked her into bed. She was still sleeping recovering from last night so I made my way to the front door. I usually asked for permission to get the door but I didn’t want to wake Beth. I hadn’t had an orgasm in over two weeks but Beth said she liked it to build up because it made me more submissive. Although I found it difficult to give her all that pleasure and go to sleep aroused I knew she was right. She was always right. Anyway, I opened the door and it was Mike and Alice. Alice said, “Mike has something to say to you. Don’t you Mike?” Mike was wearing a nice pair of slacks and a colorful yellow button down shirt. The beer t-shirt and jeans were gone. He also had on his Dr. Susan pin. He looked down at the ground like he was ashamed and said, “I’m sorry for the other week.” I gave Mike a big hug and we both cried together. I invited them both in and Alice said, “Where’s Beth?” I told her that Beth was sleeping and asked her if she would like some breakfast. Alice said, “Yes that would be great but why don’t you let Mike cook it for us.” Dr. Susan told us that we always should obey our wives first and foremost but if our wives were not there the next woman in the room was in charge. I said, “Yes Alice, anything you wish.” I hated being deprived of cooking my wife her breakfast but Alice had spoken. Beth came out and yawned. I jumped up and kissed her and told her how beautiful she looks in the morning. She said, “Oh, we have guests and it looks like Mike went to the seminar.” Beth hugged Alice and told her how happy she was for her. Then Beth said to me, “Don’t just stand there silly boy. Show Alice some respect and massage her feet while she waits for her breakfast.” I dropped to my knees, removed Alice’s shoes and said, “Yes dear, anything you wish.” Mike finished cooking breakfast and as our wives ate we both talked about different ideas we had to make our wives lives better. Dr. Susan was the best thing to ever happen to us.