The first session had been great, doctor Cox was so supportive.
I didn't quite remember the end of the session though. I was hugging her and she was stroking my hair, and she asked what my purpose or goal was with my therapy or something like that. After that I must have dosed of, because the first thing I heard was a snap, like someone snapping their fingers and she said. "Wake up, sweetie. We don't have any more time today, how do you feel? Seems like you were in a deep sleep."
Doctor Cox were sitting in her armchair with her suit and blouse, looking very professional.
"Oh, I don't remember falling asleep or any dream but, I'm sorry for sleeping during the session... mam." I didn't know what it was, but I had like a compulsion to treat doctor Cox with respect. A feeling in my body that I couldn't place. Why would I call her that? I never called anyone mam.
"That's okay sweetie, it happens to the best of us. And I know that you're a really good boy. So don't worry about it." She smiled broadly as soon as I said mam, and seamed genuinely happy.
"Thank you... mam. I'll try my best to stay awake for our next session. I feel really good and would love to see you again. If that's okay?" Was I pleading? Or just asking kindly? Well it felt like the right thing to say.
"Of course you're welcome sweetie, now remember try to resist that feeling you feel after you ejaculate. Come in same time next week and we will see how you've improved."
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When I came home, I didn't know what came over me.
I felt extremely horny, looking up doctor inspired clips, therapy inspired clips and even a bit of step-mom JOIs. But that didn't quench my thirst. I went down the spiral again, and as I came I could feel the shame.
I didn't seem like I could get enough.
This continued through out the week.
And when I walked to knock on the office door I felt that the last session hadn't helped anything. Well... maybe the guilty feeling of how all of the depraved things I was watching, wasn't quite as strong. But I felt like I had been hornier then ever the last week.
I was willing to give it another try. Maybe just one more session. Then I could decide if I wanted to continue or not.
I knocked on the door.
The door opened and I saw doctor Cox's sweet smile beam towards me.
"Hello... mam, you look lovely today." Wow she really did, her makeup was exquisite. Almost suggestive when looking at her lips, and her suit looked very smart with her blouse that was a little see through, and a bit more cleavage showing then last time. But something was different. Maybe she was wearing a push-up bra. Because her chest was more pronounced. Her skirt while still professional, looked a bit shorter and looser.
Her long hair was in a ponytail with a braid.
"Good afternoon, young man. Welcome back, follow me and we'll start the session right away."
As she turned, my eyes directly fell to her behind. Looking at her legs moving sensually. With every step she took, I could feel myself harden. She really was a fantastic woman.
"Let's start like last time, lay down on the couch and relax."
I snapped out of my mini trance. What did she say? Something about couch and relax.
Oh sorry mam, I didn't quite hear what you said." I felt foolish, I I should've listened.