I understood that I could use help from more people than just my therapist. But I didn't know if this was the right way to go.
Hopefully my upcoming session could set my mind at ease.
I felt like my addiction had taken a different turn.
I knocked on the door to my therapist's office, and hoped her counseling could set me straight. Quite literally.
The door opened.
"Hi Sweetie, how lovely it is to see you again."
I had to look up to see into Doctor Cox's eyes. What had happened? Had I shrunk during the last week or had she grown? Her big beautiful tits were at the same level as my eyes.
I couldn't think of how that could have happened before Doctor Cox moved forward and gave me a hug.
Since the position of my face were where it was. It got completely engulfed by pillowy tits.
Today Doctor Cox was wearing something totally different then her usual garments.
Between her tits the key to my cage was hanging teasingly by a chain around her neck.
She had a red dress on that showed a lot of cleavage and went down to her knees. It was flowing loosely from her waist down. But tight around her stomach, and her two perfect breasts were very prominent.
It felt like something you would wear if you wanted to get laid.
Her hair was hanging loosely and was a bit ruffled. Like she'd recently been wrestling.
I couldn't believe my luck. I had reached my hands out just as her tits enveloped my face.
The peculiar thing was that the skin of her breasts was goey.
They weren't sweaty. But they were sticky, almost like some kind of moisturizer had been used. It smelled familiar. But different. I couldn't really place it.
I didn't even have time to answer before my face was covered by her tits.
"Oh how I've missed you." She said while giving me a big hug. Driving my head even deeper between her big tits.
"I want to hear all your thoughts about your week. My Good little Boy is going to love this session. I just know it. We are going to play and train, and do a lot of new things."
She seemed to be so happy to see me. Like a mother who hasn't seen her son in years, then finally being able to see each other.
She softened her grip around me.
And I realized I hadn't been able to breathe while my head had been pressed into her big mommy milkers.
As I took a deep breath in I could smell a heavy aroma. It made my mouth water.
Is had a similar smell to my favorite treat. But it was a thicker richer smell.
She looked down on me, I had been looking into her cleavage for a while before I had noticed, and I looked up to look into her eyes.
"Sweetie, you look so cute down there. Like a little boy wanting to suckle on his mommy's boobies." She smiled her warm motherly smile.
"I know how we'll start the session, follow me and you'll love what I have in store for you."
Doctor Cox took my hand in hers, and led me to the couch.
When I started following I looked down for the first time, and understood why she was taller then usual. She was wearing slender stiletto heels. That greatly increased her length.
I continued to follow her, but his time she didn't sit down in her chair opposite me. She sat down in the couch and patted the seat next to her. Indicating where I should sit.
I sat down. I realized I hadn't said a word and was just about to speak. But she continued.
"For the start of this session I want you laying down, and since the couch isn't long enough for you laying down and me sitting next to you. You'll have to rest your head in my lap in order for us to fit."
I mean she was right. There wasn't room for us both on the couch.
But why did she need to be there? We had never started our sessions like this before.
I started laying down, and felt her hand gently on the back of my head. Guiding it to her lap. I rested my head in between her thighs. Looking up at her, able to see her face behind her massive breasts.
She started patting my head.
"Later in today's session I want you to focus on pleasure. In different ways to give pleasure, and in different ways to receive it. Sometimes they intermingle. So that the act of giving pleasure to someone actually makes you feel pleasurable. In that you feel happy, and make yourself proud of what you can accomplish.
But first tell me about your week."
"The new stretching techniques is really improving my flexibility. I can easily put my legs behind my head now, so when I'm stretching my back by laying on my shoulders and my legs above my head I could almost reach my crotch to my face."
"That's wonderful news. Positions like that is so healthy for you. Feeling that deep stretch is something you'll always want to seek out. What about your weight training how has that been progressing?"
She leaned over a little to the side, and pressed her hand between the side of my body and the couch.
Then grabbed my right buttcheek and gave it a squeeze.
"Have you been doing your squats and all the other exercises you were to do. To build a stronger foundation?"
That felt so good having her stroke my head with one hand and then squeeze my butt with the other.
"I have. I've been slowly but surely increasing the weight or the number of repetitions I do on each exercise."
I flexed my butt muscles.
"And I think I'm getting results."
"Oh I can definitely feel that! Everyone loves a nice juicy ass! But tell me. How do your balls feel? Did my solution work?
In fact."
With that she took her hand of my butt and started to undo the button in the front of my pants.
"I want to see if they are as blue as last time."
She continued to unzip my pants.
"Pull down your pants and underwear so I can inspect those balls."
I raised my butt lifted my legs and took down my pants to my ankles, while still laying with my head in Doctor Cox's lap.
"Oh what cute underwear you have. When did you buy these?"
I groaned a little. I felt so silly.
"I bought them when I visited the store. Miss Dickens said that they would feel more comfortable while wearing my cage, and that they would match."
Match they did. A pink pair of "tight briefs" as she had told me at the store. They did feel very snug around my package. Which felt nice. So I guess her saying that they would feel more comfortable was true in that sense. But they had a tendency to ride themselves in between my cheeks.
"Miss Dickens truly have a great taste in clothing. I think they look completely gorgeous on you.