For the next few months John lived in a sleepy state. All he cared about was when the days would pass and his weekly on-line date with Amourette would arrive.
She was trying to apply what she had learned in psychology theory... with techniques that would make the patient think more clearly, that would make him feel more confident and help him stand on his own feet... but to no avail! John didn't seem to give any importance to any of this and simply gazed at her in each of his sessions, listening to her as a sleepwalker. He was admiring her beauty, her sublime voice and each time he was becoming more and more immersed in the absolute love he felt for her.
"My little John, I think our next meeting should be in person."
John, who sat at his desk while gazing at Amourette' s beauty, tried to resist and not start masturbating right there, shocked at what he was hearing stay staring dumbly at his screen.
"Yes, dummy... it's essential if we want this to have any effect. I know it's going to make it difficult for you to see me up close, but I know exactly what I'm doing."
Obviously there was no scope for anything different and so the appointment was booked for the following week at her office.
John's anxiety reached premonitory levels, as did his preoccupation with Amourette, which had now taken over him.
The days rolled by and the big moment arrived... with John standing outside Amourette' s door ready to ring the bell.
With a deep breath and a great effort to hide his irritation, he pressed it.
…footsteps from heels sounded and after a while the door opened.
Amourette was there in front of him... beautiful and more imposing than ever. Tall with curly brown hair, and despite the plain orange shirt she wore and the casual black trousers, her figure was fully justified. With her superb breasts touching the bewildered John for a few seconds as she greeted him with a hug.
The moment was so overwhelming for John that he almost fainted. The contact with Amourette' s soft skin, her unreal beauty, her voice, but also her perfume... oh, that perfume...
"Come in, sit down! Can I get you something to drink?"
"No, Amourette, thank you very much, I'm fine."
"Well, at last, see you in person! It was about time, don't you think?"
"Yes, I think so."
"I want you to relax... I know you're feeling very emotional right now and believe me, I thought a lot before I invited you here. I want to help you, not break you down even more."
"I know, Amourette, and I thank you very much. You're a great woman."
Amourette sat next to him, which made him feel even more embarrassed as her perfume enchanted every living cell in his body. Taking advantage of the situation, she immediately began to ask him personal and difficult questions.
She made him confess to her everything he felt for her, to talk about all the moments when she monopolized his thoughts, to talk about the nights he could not sleep, the days he could not eat and all the tears he had shed because of his desperate and unresponsive love.
She was a beautiful woman and she didn't need the validation of a poor boy. But the way he spoke to her and the absolute admiration he expressed made her feel good.
Despite John's obvious difficulty, she smiled and at times let a few laughs slip.
At one point she decided to stop tormenting poor John for a moment and asked him to stop confessing. It was her turn to speak.
"Well, my dear John, the situation is this and we have to be realistic. You'll never get over me, or have a relationship with another girl. All the things you've experienced for me are deeply rooted in your soul and have possessed you for life. All we can do is find a way for you to live with them. Live as normally as possible, without them overwhelming the rest of your daily life. Do you understand me?"
John nodded, unable to dare lift his eyes, which were lowered by the humiliation and shame he felt.
"Tell me something... how many times a day do you jerk off?"
