I'm sitting in my office waiting for you to arrive for your appointment. I'm slightly annoyed but also a little bit proud that you're twenty minutes late, I know how you lose track of time when you're masturbating. When you arrive I welcome you in and we get straight to business, its been a couple weeks since I last saw you.
I congratulate you on deleting all your dating profiles and subscribing to a bunch of porn sites instead. I also congratulate you on all the physical porn you’ve been buying. DVDs, used panties, magazines, fleshlights. I encourage you to go to porn conventions and strip clubs, spending all your money there. “Any money that doesn’t go to your food, your bills, your rent, or your utilities should go to porn”. I encourage you to masturbate multiple times a day, and reassure you that it’s safe and healthy to fantasize about your sexy friends and acquaintances, so long as you keep it a secret.
You should jerk off to everything you find enticing or even a little bit sexually exciting.
“Your fantasies are completely healthy as long as they stay fantasy. You know you’ll never fuck these women, but your purpose in life is to worship as many beautiful women as you can. You worship them in private, with your wallet out and your hand wrapped around your cock.”.
Throughout this, I lovingly acknowledge that you can’t even keep eye contact with me, that you’ve been staring at my chest the whole time and even drooling a little, and that your leaking erection is visible through your pants. I tell you that I have one last bit of immersion therapy for you. You're going to unzip your pants and jerk off to my tits, but with two important details:
1) I'm NOT going to take them out, you have to jerk off to them fully covered (though I do rub and caress them through my shirt)
2) When you finish, you're going to make a big mess in your hand and all over your pants, and you're not going to clean any of it up. You're just going to zip up and go home with your cum stains on full display for all the world to see.
“You shouldn’t need to see a woman’s body to know that you need to worship it, and she shouldn’t have to get naked just to be worshipped by you.” I encourage you to cum, and when you do, I act like it’s a massive load that’s made a mess of everything you're wearing. I comment that you must’ve been building that load for days.
I end the session by talking about how incredibly proud I am of all the progress I’ve made, how far you’ve come in finding your purpose as a simp, and that our work is done, but I encourage you to book another session if you're ever tempted to repress your true self again.
