Your session isn't over. Now I want to see the problem for Myself. I order you to your feet, empty your bag onto My desk, and drop your boxers... and what I find is almost too good to keep a straight face over. So small. So pathetic. So exactly what I expected. I don't hide My laughter this time; you've earned every second of it. But mockery is only the beginning of your treatment.
I've decided your body needs to learn who's in charge, so I take control of it completely. On My command you obey - every instruction, every ring, every stroke dictated by Me. Faster when I say faster. Slower when I say slow. Nothing without My permission, and permission is not something you're getting easily.
This is small penis humiliation and JOI as clinical correction. By the end you are edged, desperate, and completely under My instruction - begging for a release only I control.