Edit: to Exposure Therapy, some spelling errors and grammatical errors.
I knocked on the door. Man I was nervous, I had never done anything like this before. A sign on the door read "Doctor Cox".
I couldn't get my head straight, I really didn't want to be here. This was so embarrassing.
I felt like leaving, but that fought didn't have time go further before the door opened.
The person opening the door was a beautiful woman, wearing glasses, a smart black business suit with a white blouse that showed just a little bit of cleavage and a tight pen skirt that ended just above her knees. She was a head shorter the me even thought she was wearing heels.
"Hello" she said with a smile. "How can I help you?"
"H-hi my name is Sander, I booked an appointment to see Doctor Cox." I had never been good at talking to women, but this stunning woman made me blush and feel even more nervous, then I'd recently been.
"Oh great, you're my last patient of the day. I am doctor Britney Cox. Nice to meet you Sander." She held out her hand, and we shook hand. She had a firm grip.
Was THIS the woman I were going to tell my secrets too?! I felt my cheeks burning even more.
"O-oh okay, on the phone I talked to a man. I thought the therapist was going to be male." I said a little sheepishly.
"That was my previous secretary you talked too, it was his last day last week, so I'm looking for a new secretary. But don't worry about that sweetie, you're in good hands. Follow me into my office, and we'll get started."
She turned around and started walking towards another door at the end of a short corridor.
I closed the door and followed, through the reception and the small corridor into her office. I didn't notice anything of the reception or the paintings on the walls. Because my whole hearted focus were on Doctor Cox's shapely behind. I felt like maybe having a gorgeous therapist wasn't a bad thing.
The therapist office was very typical. Just like what I thought a therapist's office should look like.
Big wooden desk with a laptop on it. A comfy looking couch and an armchair next to it.
"Have a seat in the sofa and we'll get started immediately." Next to the armchair was a little table with a clipboard with papers on it.
She seated herself in the armchair and I sat down on the couch.
"Actually lay down in the couch instead, you seem very tense and I want you to be in a relaxed and comfortable state. You have to be in the right mindset."
This all sounded great to me. I didn't mind looking up into the ceiling. Maybe that could help me think of other thoughts. Then the perverted things I were thinking of, about my new therapist.
"So this is how I want you to start, I want you to tell me why you're here. From the beginning. Think of it as telling a story of your life, whatever comes to mind just say it. I will be taking a few notes and might ask a couple of questions along the way. Remember that this is a safe space, and I am here to help you. Take three deep breaths, close your eyes and tell me why you're here."
I was still nervous, but after I did what she said, took my deep breaths and closed my eyes. I felt calmer. Then my thoughts started pouring out of my mouth.
"I feel like I have a porn addiction. It started innocently enough. I was watching vanilla porn, when I stumbled upon a JOI clip."
"What dose that stand for?" Miss Cox asked.
Of course she wouldn't know what JOI stood for. "A-ah a Jerk off instructions clip. That's where a woman tells you how to get off, and I really liked having a women tell me how to pleasure myself. I felt like I was learning the ropes from experienced women. so I started watching more of these videos. And felt like this was the best thing.
I had heard that the porn industry was really abusive towards women, and that had always made me feel bad for watching porn. But in this, they were just by themselves and filming. Like they were deciding on what they wanted to say and do.
See I always felt bad for how women are treated in society, and having them be the one in charge for once, felt like the right thing. But then some of the videos started to be a little more dominant towards the watcher. Telling me to get down on my knees and stroke, or kiss their ass while stroking. Telling me what a good boy I was being. All this turned me on very much. But eventually this to started to become the norm of what I was watching. The videos started to become even more profound." I took a gulp and breathed deep.
"In what way where they profound?" Doctor Cox asked.
"Well, they were becoming more explicit on things that I should do to be allowed to cum."
"Allowed huh, what kind of things were you required to do?" She asked.
"There a lot of thing they can tell me to do.
As long as I was hard I practically couldn't say no to the woman in the video. If they said that I edge myself I would do that."
"What does that imply?" She asked.
"To be just on the edge of orgasm without cumming. Until finally you are allowed to cum."
"Isn't that tormenting?" She asked.
"When you're in the moment you just want to please the goddess telling you what to do."
"The goddess?" When she said this I felt like she said it in a way that she was interested on a different level. But that thought soon disappeared. When I felt myself start to blush again.
