She sits in a chair that faces away from his desk. Dr. Bishop formally introduces himself. Jane nods but otherwise doesn’t respond. ‘I understand that you have been referred to me by Dr. Hill?’ The girl nods shyly, yes, she utters. He continues, saying that as he understands it, Dr. Hill is retiring. That kind of change can be very disruptive to a patient’s therapy, but he is here to make sure that the transition is smooth, Dr. Bishop continues, walking around behind the chair that she sits in. What brought her to therapy?, he asks. Jane looks a bit thrown off – doesn’t he have her file?, she asks. Yes, but he wants to hear it in her own words, he says. Jane takes a deep breath. ‘Well, Dr. Hill says I have a fear of…intimacy,’ she says slowly. She’s having trouble articulating her real issue to a stranger. ‘I’m afraid of…sex,’ Jane finally admits. ‘Can you help me?,’ Jane asks softly, hopeful. ‘I assure you, this is exactly my area of expertise, and I will do EVERYTHING in my power to help you,’ he says.

‘Let’s talk specifically about your phobia. Fear of sex. Do you have a guess as to how this started?’ Jane fidgets and says ‘no’ evasively. ‘And HAVE you had sex before? Or has your fear always stopped you before?’ Dr. Bishop asks. Jane looks increasingly uncomfortable. Yes, she has, she says quietly, looking down at her lap. ‘Can you tell me how old you were when you lost your virginity?’ he asks. She guesses it must have been about…4 years ago? She’s 22 now, so it was when she was 18, Jane answers. ‘Describe it to me,’ Dr. Bishop says after a moment, unzipping his fly again. Losing her virginity?! Does he really want her to describe it to him?, Jane asks incredulously. Yes, he says matter-of-factly, since she has a crippling fear of sex, they need to isolate the root cause of it, he says evenly, as unbeknownst to her, he unzips his fly and takes his dick out. He slowly inches it towards her face, but Jane is too in her own head to turn around and notice anything. ‘And take your time, dear,’ he finishes, ‘we’re in no hurry,’. Um…ok, Jane says reluctantly.

‘My parents were out of town and my brother was having a party, and it…happened that night,’ Jane says. Continue, Dr. Bishop says. ‘Well, the party was really fun, and I went to my room for a minute to touch up my make-up and…someone came in…it was this guy I knew. We had both had had a few….well let’s just say we both had had a few, and I guess that gave him the courage to tell me that he had a crush on me, and before I knew it, things were out of control and I was…naked with him, and…it happened,’ Jane says, exhaling loudly as she bites her nails. Please, be specific, Dr. Bishop prompts, pacing slowly behind her as he holds his cock and lightly waves it close to her, coming extremely close to her head, but not touching it. He tells her that to help, she can perform a relaxation exercise as she recounts the story. He tells her to lay her head on the back of the chair and close her eyes, and to focus on nothing but her words as she speaks. Jane does as she’s told. Dr. Bishop lays his hand on her shoulder, offering her words of support as he continues to stroke his hard dick with his other hand. After a moment, Jane speaks. ‘We started kissing, and he…took off my shirt, and then…I just did it cause I felt like…I had to,’ Jane says, her voice quivering with emotion. Abruptly he pulls his cock away and efficiently puts his dick back into his pants, zipping up as he says ‘That can be enough for now, Jane. Please open your eyes.’

Jane opens her eyes and turns in her chair to look at him. He leans on the edge of his desk, smiling kindly. ‘Take a deep breath, I know that was hard, but you’re safe,’ Dr. Bishop says. Jane exhales loudly, trying to steady herself after reliving the memory. The doctor remarks this was clearly an incredibly painful and traumatic experience, and in admitting what occurred that night, she has already made significant progress, he says. He is more convinced than ever that that night is the source of her phobia and he now feels comfortable recommending an appropriate course of treatment, Dr. Bishop says. ‘Are you familiar with ‘Exposure Therapy’?’, he asks.

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Jane shakes her head. No, she doesn’t know what that is. He will explain, he says. ‘Exposure therapy is the practice of exposing someone to what they fear the most, demystifying the fear and thus removing it. You have been afraid of sex ever since that experience, so what exposure therapy means for you is that you need to have sex once more, to face that fear, and to overcome it. I believe that this is the only suitable course of action for you,’ Dr. Bishop says smoothly. Jane’s eyes go wide and her lip begins to tremble. No, no, no, she can’t do that, she WON’T do that, she can’t just will herself to have sex with some guy!, Jane stammers frantically, clearly terrified at the very thought of it. ‘Oh please do not misunderstand me, I’m not suggesting that you engage in some sordid ‘one-night-stand’. Exposure therapy must be administered very carefully and under the supervision of a professional, thus I am recommending that I be the one to…administer your therapy,’ Dr. Bishop says confidently and matter-of-factly. Jane’s jaw drops. ‘You want ME to…with YOU?! Are you crazy?? No way,’ Jane exclaims.

Dr. Bishop moves towards her. He smiles down coldly. ‘I do not take this lightly and only recommend this because I truly believe that this is the correct treatment, but let me be very clear: if you do not want to do this, which is, of course, your right…’ at this Dr. Bishop lays a hand firmly on her shoulder. She flinches a bit, but his grip is tight. He continues speaking. ‘I’d only see one possible future for you: you would walk out of this office and resolve that you will fix your problem on your own. And maybe you will have some progress at first, but you will eventually revert back to all your old fears, all your old phobias, and you will live the rest of your life terrified. You will not be able to maintain relationships or experience any sort of closeness and ultimately any true pleasure. Before you even realize it, your life will be over. You will die alone, with no one by your side. And that future, for you or for any of my patients? That is MY greatest fear,’ Dr. Bishop says. Jane looks confused, wrestling with what he has just told her. ‘You can’t know that this is what’s going to happen!’ Jane says, almost pleads. He has been a psychiatrist for almost 15 years and his experience tells him that this is exactly what will happen, he says patiently. ‘Don’t you want to be happy?’ he asks. Jane still seems uncertain but looks up at him with a hopefulness, as if to say: please, please help me. ‘Ok, if you promise that it will help me,’ she says softly and reluctantly.

Dr. Bishop asks Jane to stand up and face him. Mentioning that any sexual encounter begins with the participants getting naked, he tells her to remove her clothes. Nervously she strips down, exposing her huge tits. Dr. Bishop tells her to lie down on his desk. She hesitantly complies and he spreads her legs, getting his first look at her tight pussy. He lowers his face to it, burying his tongue in her juicy mound. Jane is still uncertain, but can’t deny how good his tongue feels on her clit and moans loudly. As she gets more and more into it, Dr. Bishop eats her pussy hungrily. Soon, it’s time for the next phase of her treatment, and Dr. Bishop has Jane get on her knees as he frees his cock from his pants.

But Jane’s therapy is just beginning, and before her fear of sex is cured, Dr. Bishop is going to expose her to things that she never even DREAMED of…

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