To truly overcome my inferiority complex, my therapist said that I'd have to directly confront the things that triggered my sense of inadequacy head-on by doing exposure therapy in the safe space that was his office. We'd already established that I was insecure about having a particularly small penis, so he'd asked me what a trigger was for those feelings. I'd told him that a big one was either seeing or knowing that another man had a much bigger cock than I had, as when that happened I couldn't help but think about how I was inherently inferior as a man compared to them.
My therapist said that if that was the case, then he had the perfect tool to use in our next session to teach me how to deal with being in the same room as a much more well-endowed man. Sure enough, when I walked into his office for our next session, my therapist was sitting in only his underwear with the outline of his long, thick cock clearly visible.
Smiling at me across his raised coffee mug, my therapist told me that being exposed to the sight of a real man's impressively large cock during the rest of our sessions would really help me to get used to the idea that some men were just inherently better equipped in the size department and that just because I had a tiny little nub of a prick in comparison didn't mean I couldn't learn how to properly interact with men who actually had proper cocks. I'd nodded along as my therapist spoke, but in truth, I was far too distracted, staring at the thick slab of meat that my therapist was packing to pay his words much of my attention.
Seeing my distraction, my therapist told me that I'd probably find it helpful to get a good feel of his bulge so I could truly understand the difference in size between his cock and my nub, as once I'd fully accepted that my therapist had a cock that would always make mine look like a joke, I'd be able to move forward with our sessions without further distractions. I could only nod again in agreement as I slid down to my knees in front of my therapist, stretched my hand forward, and began to play with his bulge.
My therapist sighed in appreciation as I fondled his cock through the thin fabric of his underwear before he asked me if I was feeling more accepting of being a small-dicked weakling now that I'd gotten to feel what a real man's penis felt like. I'd told him I still felt uncomfortable, as feeling up his superior endowment only made me think more thoughts about how I was unworthy to even be in the same room as a stud like him. He'd smiled down at me and said that if that was the case, I'd definitely benefit from some more direct exposure to his cock.
He'd then proceeded to pull his underwear down in a single sharp motion, causing his now fully hard cock to spring free and smack me in the face. My therapist had chuckled at that before proceeding to slap me across the face again and again with his cock, dribbling his leaking pre-cum all over me as he did. After slapping me with it a few more times, my therapist asked me if his massive cock slapping me across the face had helped me forget all about my insecurities about my own shrimp of a dick and instead helped me focus on how big his cock was and how natural and right it was for me to be on my knees before it.
I'd told him I still felt like something was missing, and so I asked him if he had anything that he could do to me to settle my insecurities further. He said he knew exactly the thing that would get me to accept my place. At that, he'd grabbed me by the hair, manhandled my head to align my mouth with his cock and then rammed me down onto it.
As he thrust my head roughly up and down his cock, he told me to internalise the idea that just because I couldn't ever hope to be a real man with my nub of a penis, it didn't mean I couldn't find security and acceptance in the role as a hole for a real man with a real man's cock to dump their backup loads into when their bitch of a wife wouldn't put out. As I gagged on his cock, my therapist said that as soon as I gave up my delusions of being a real man's equal, I could find a sense of superiority in being the best slut for cock possible.
As his thrusts into my mouth grew more ragged in pace, he told me that to start my road to happiness, I should swallow his cum like a good little slut. Even if I had wanted to refuse, he was so far buried down my throat that I had no choice but to swallow the cum that blasted out of his cock and down my throat. After he was finished supplying me with his seed, he released his hold on my head, allowing me to fall back to the floor as I tried to catch my breath.
Smiling the same smile as before down at me, my therapist said that we'd made a real breakthrough today and that if I was dedicated to the treatment plan, I'd find my insecurities a thing of the past as soon as I'd fully accepted my place as nothing more than a hole for real men to fuck as they pleased. He went on to say that whilst that was unfortunately all the time we had for today's session, he couldn't wait for next week's session and that in the meantime I could practise for myself being a slut for any of the men in my life who had properly endowed cocks.
At that, he showed me to the door, shutting it behind me, leaving me alone to process what had just happened. A part of me wanted to cancel the next appointment, but the greater part of me had never felt as certain and secure in my place in the world as I had been when I'd been between my therapist's legs taking his cock down my throat. My therapist had already taught me that only I could take the actions needed to make a difference in my life, so hardening my resolve, I exited the building, already thinking about the big-dicked men in my life I could get to help me out in order to follow my therapist's instructions.
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