Madman and the Psychologist       
by Madman
A True Madman Story Starring Madman Himself      
 
 
It has been pointed out by a number of people on this site that I might
have some serious psychological problems.  My fixation with female
wrestlers is unquestionably getting way out of hand.  I think about it
constantly and my fixation with the topic does interfere with functioning
in daily activities.  When I see an attractive fit woman, all I can think
about is how it would be wrestling with her.  My passion for wrestling
has even pushed desire for sex with a woman into the background, I would
rather be put in a good scissors than have intercourse.  I can't even
have sex, including masturbation, without fantasizing about vicious
brutal female wrestlers.
 
Any money I can get hold of goes for my fetish.  I spend tons of money on
sessions and videos.  I also spend hours watching grade "B" amazon and
biker chick movies in the hope that there will be some half decent fight
scenes.  My fetish has been consuming me and I did not know how to deal
with it.
 
I asked my doctor about it and he suggested that I see a psychologist. 
The idea of confiding my deepest inner secrets to a total stranger did
not appeal to me, but I had to do something or my fetish would consume
me.  So I made an appointment to see this Dr .Kelly Daninger for the next
Thursday.  When that day arrived, I was so nervous that I almost did not
go to  his office, but I decided it would be best for me if I did go.
 
When I arrived at the shrink's office I had to talk to the middle aged
mousy looking female receptionist.  She gave me a form to fill out.  It
was just a basic form that a new doctor usually requires.
Last name - Man
First name - Mad
Occupation - Merchant
Referring physician  Dr Bill Highly
Hobbies - Wrestling and Bird Watching (I really am not into bird watching
but I thought I should list something considered socially acceptable)
 
The rest of the form just asked for the standard medical information such
as address, medical history and insurance information.  I returned to
completed form to the receptionist and she told me to have a seat and
that the doctor would be with me shortly.  I was very nervous and I took
one of their magazines to read.  Like most doctor's offices, their
selection was poor and I reduced to having to read Good Housekeeping.   I
saw an ad with a pretty woman using a mop and fantasized about being
scissored by her.  When the receptionist called me, I had a boner from
that pic and tried to hide it by pulling my jacket down.
 
When I got to the doctor's room Kelly Daninger was waiting for me.  Dr
Daninger was a woman and and attractive one at that.  When she stood to
greet me, she had a very firm handshake.  Looking to be in her mid
thirties, she stood about 5'8 and appeared to weigh a solid 140 to 150
pounds.  Her pretty blue eyed face was framed by long sandy colored curly
hair.  Her body looked firm and fit,  she obviously worked out.  But her
best feature was her legs.  Her short tweed skirt revealed very
shapely legs with big diamond etched calves tapering down to surprisingly
narrow ankles.
 
"Tell me about wrestling with women, Mr Man,"  she requested.
 
Not really knowing where or how to start, I was unsure of how to explain
it to her.   Sensing this, Dr Daninger asked if I could show her what it
was about.   "'Why don't you show me what these women do that appeals to
you so much?"
 
Somewhat embarrassed about it, I decided to tell her about a very basic
hold first.  I explained how they might twist my arm up behind my back in
what is called a hammerlock, Moving behind me, she applied the hold, I
suppose to see how I would react.  As she pressured it, she asked me what
I thought about when trapped in a hold like this,  But all I could think
about, besides the pain in my shoulder, was the sensation of her warm
breath on my neck as she spoke.   "How does it feel to you when i do
this?" 
 
Not sure what she expected, I gave her an honest answer  "It  hurts
doctor."
 
She forced my trapped arm even further up my back with just one of her
strong arms and wrapped the other around my neck which both choked me and
drew us closer together.  Now, I could feel each time she inhaled or
exhaled on my neck and that pleasant sensation combined with then pain of
her holds was strangely erotic to me.
 
Perhaps Dr Daninger thought trying a few different holds might reveal
more about my fetish to her or perhaps she just was enjoying controlling
and punishing me, but she let my arm free and looked squarely into my
eyes.  "What else do these women do to you?" she inquired with a wry
smile on her face.
 
I was starting to fear this woman.  She was at least as strong, if not
stronger , than many of the session wrestlers and I could tell that she
had enjoyed applying that painful hammerlock.  Showing her more holds was
like giving the fox a tour of the hen house.  But psychologists are
expensive and I really wanted to learn to control my fetish, so I decided
to show her some scissor locks - my favorite types of holds.
 
Lying down on the plush carpet, I had her wrap those awesome legs around
my waist with a body scissors.  When she crossed her ankles and squeezed,
it felt like she would really crush me.  The fact the she was doing it
still wearing that short skirt, complete with stockings and high heeled
shoes made it even more exciting and provocative for me.  I felt the
smooth hard muscles of her legs as I attempted, but failed, to separate
those legs with my hands.  I found myself, almost unconsciously, sliding
my hand up her skirt to feel her strong thighs.
 
"Now, that is not very professional is it, Mr Man?" she said as she
grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand away.  Her fingers dug painfully into
the sensitive bottom of my wrist.  Her legs were constricting me so
tightly that I was unable to respond.  She was squeezing me much harder
than most of the session girls usually do.  I'm not even sure that the
doctor was aware of her crushing leg strength as she probably had not
done this before.  After what seemed to be an inordinate period of time,
she finally unclasped her legs from around me, grabbed her notebook and
sat up to jot down some notes.
 
I also sat up and was rubbing my aching sides.  I asked her what she was
writing down.  "Just some data to analyze later, Mr Man, she replied. 
Her voice had that professional tone to it again as opposed to the way
she spoke when she had me in a hold.  I asked her about that and she told
me that she spoke the same way, it was my perception that made it appear
different.  She told me that my fetish changed the way I perceived things
around me and that we would be working on separating fantasy from reality
in future meetings.  That may be true, but the soreness in my ribs, due
to her scissors, was definitely most real.
                                                                               
                                                 
Still sitting on the floor, the doctor proceeded to ask me more questions
about what occurred during my wrestling sessions.  "When you ask her to
release a hold, do you really want her to let it go?" 
 
"Sometimes I don't..its hard to explain.  It depends a lot on how much
pressure she is using.  If she is controlling me and it hurts a little,
maybe she will refuse to let go, but if it really hurts, i do want her to
stop.  Does that make any sense to you?"  I was trying to explain, but it
was very difficult.  Each girl and each situation is different.
 
"So it might be more about control than about wrestling," the doctor
noted.  "You just want to be controlled by a powerful woman, don't
you.?"  Her tone was more like a dominatrix than a doctor in my opinion.
 
"Yes, I suppose that is a part of it"  I replied.   I had never really
tried to figure out the appeal of it before, but just was content to
enjoy it.
 
"Do you like having your head squeezed between a woman's legs?" she
asked.  My favorite hold is a head scissors and that is also the favorite
of many session clients.  I wondered how she knew this as I nodded my
head in affirmation to her almost rhetorical question.  Grabbing my hair
to position my head to wrap those marvelous legs around it she stated "We
need to look into the dynamics of the usage of this hold."  Without
allowing me any opportunity to either resist or respond, she clamped down
with unbearable pressure.
 
I don't know what she meant about dynamics, but she had me in agony.  A
session wrestler will usually play with a scissors, varying the pressure
and teasing me in a  coquettish manner.  While controlling me with the
scissors and, at times, making it hurt, they don't make my head feel like
it will burst.  But Dr Daninger was not using that approach, she was
bearing down and really crushing me.  I slid my right hand in between her
punishing thighs to try and relieve some of that pressure.  Her thighs
felt hard as rocks as my hand could provide little relief from those
powerful leg muscles.
 
She pulled my arm forcefully out from between her legs and added a
painful arm bar to her devastating scissors.  It is not unusual for any
wrestler to pull the hand away from attempting to break a hold.  But to
swiftly and efficiently apply an armbar was either just a lucky shot or
an indication that the doctor knew quite a bit about wrestling that she
had not admitted to me.  I suspect the latter.
 
Now the awesome power of her scissors combined with the sharp pain of her
arm bar had me in total agony.  I tried to tap out with my free hand, but
the doctor just ignored it and continued to torture me with her
unbreakable tough combination hold.  I could not speak and I could barely
breathe.  Still, there was no letup and my entire world now consisted
those all encompassing crushing legs and the horrendous pain in my
elbow.  Mercifully, I soon passed out and that gave me relief from the
pain.
 
When I woke up, Dr Daninger was sitting at her desk, making more notes in
her journal.  She casually glanced at me as if nothing had even happened
between us.  "Mr Man", she said in a very business like tone,  on your
way out schedule another appointment for two week from now.  I will have
some things prepared for us to work on."  I was unsure as to what she
expected me to work on but was pretty sure that she would be working on
me again.
 
It was not easy getting up and walking back into the waiting room, my
body had stiffened up.  I detected a wry smile on the doctor's face as
she watched me struggle to leave the room.  When I did make it up to the
receptionist's desk, she made another appointment for me in exactly two
weeks.  I asked her how the billing was to be handled for these
sessions.  She told me that since I had already met the deductible on my
health care plan, that the insurance would pay 100% of the bill.
 
I'm not sure how much seeing Dr Daninger will help me to deal with my
passion for female wrestlers.  But one thing that is outstanding is that
it provides me with free sessions.  I think I will be seeing Dr Kelly
Daninger for a long long time.