Principal Investigator: Dr. Ethel M. Hailey, Ph.D.
Institution: Westwood Wellness Clinic
Study Duration: 10 weeks (with 3-month follow-up)
Classification: Chastity as Supervision Protocol, Established Marriage, Workplace-Triggered Arousal
Status: Successfully Completed
Jerry W. (32, logistics coordinator) and Caitlin W. (31, corporate attorney) presented to the Westwood Wellness Clinic in June 2025. They had been together for five years, married for three. No children. They arrived together, sat in the chairs across from my desk, and held hands.
Caitlin had found Westwood through our online protocols two days prior. She had already measured Jerry’s penis at home, read passages from New Eden to him, and attempted to reassure him that his situation was manageable.
When I asked why she had made the appointment despite having followed the preliminary protocols, her answer was direct.
“He’s still scared,” she said. “I told him everything the protocols said to tell him — that his penis is small, that that’s okay, that the woman at work probably isn’t actually interested in him. And he nodded and said he understood. And then the next morning he went to the bathroom to jerk-off three times before lunch.”
I turned to Jerry. He was looking at his knees.
“Tell me about the woman at work,” I said.
He swallowed. “Her name is Juliette. She started in my department about three months ago. It was fine until a month ago. That’s when —”
“What? What happened a month ago?”
“She was talking about a date she’d been on. With a guy. She said he was —” He paused. “She said he was hung like a horse. That she’d ridden his cock until morning.”
“And that aroused you.”
He didn’t answer. His face colored.
“Jerry,” Caitlin said softly. Her hand tightened in his. “It’s okay. Tell her.”
“I got — got — got hard,” he said. “Right there. At my desk. She saw — saw it. Or — I think she saw it. I tried to cover myself with my jacket but —”
“And since then?”
He exhaled. “Since then she’s been — I don’t know if she’s doing it on purpose or if it’s just how she is, but she wears these — and she says things that — and I keep —”
“He keeps going to the bathroom to masturbate,” Caitlin said. “Two, sometimes three times a day. He confessed to me four days ago. He was crying when he told me.”
“I was not crying,” Jerry said.
“He was very upset,” Caitlin said, with a faint smile that I noted. “He said he was afraid he was going to cheat on me. That he couldn’t stop masturbating about her. That he was worried he’d give in to temptation — I think that’s the word he used. Temptation.“
I looked at Jerry. “Do you believe Juliette wants to have sex with you?”
He shifted. “I think she’s flirting with me. I don’t know. I-I-I think she’s —”
“What? It’s alright. Tell me what you think she wants, Jerry?”
“I think she wants — I think she might want —”
“He thinks she wants to fuck him,” Caitlin said. The word sat in the room. She didn’t flinch from it. “I told him she doesn’t. I told him no woman who’s seen him pitch a tent over a story about another man’s cock is plotting to get him into bed. But he doesn’t believe me.”
I set my pen down.
“Jerry, your wife is correct. But the reason you don’t believe Caitlin is not that you’re stubborn. It’s that your penis has been telling you a different story, and it speaks louder than any woman’s reassurance. That’s why you’re here.”
He looked up at me for the first time.
“The presenting complaint, as you’ve framed it, is temptation. You’re afraid you’ll act on Juliette’s perceived overtures and betray your marriage. But that’s not the problem. The problem is that your penis is overwhelmed by a stimulus it was never designed to manage on its own. You’ve been leaving it unsupervised in an environment that triggers it repeatedly, and you’re surprised it’s making messes. The solution is not to suppress your arousal. The solution is supervision.”
I noted the shift in Caitlin’s posture — a slight straightening, a settling into her chair that suggested she had already arrived at this conclusion and was waiting for clinical confirmation.
Jerry, by contrast, looked uncertain. “Supervision?”
“We’ll get to that. First, I need to measure you myself. Caitlin followed our online protocols, and I have no reason to doubt her measurements. But I conduct my own assessments. Is that acceptable?”
He looked at Caitlin for approval. She nodded.
“Good. Jerry, please stand and remove your pants and underwear.”
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