After our first session you have continuing to see me on a regular basis for help with your “little problem”. Little do you know what my true feelings are which I’ve continued to hide from you this whole time. In fact I have started playing games with you for my own amusement and personal gain. I have you doing various stretches and routines to “help” increase your penis size. I have even started selling you overpriced pills which are nothing more than sugar pills to milk you for every cent. I measure you every session to record any gains which of course have been little to none. But You’ve started to grow weary of my intentions.  The session starts with the normal formalities; I ask me how you are but find you're unhappy with the lack of growth despite forking out a ridiculous amount of money. I try calming you down and insist on measuring you in an effort to overplay the tiniest increase in size. I measure you up close and selling you the usual pitch but this time around I have trouble keeping a straight face. You ask you for the truth and demand a refund and I do the unexpected...I decide to let you know exactly how I’ve felt this whole time, the games, the photos I've sent to friends, the easiness of which such a beta like you was able to be played. I then notice how erect you've gotten after being mocked and humiliated which amuses me to no end. I make you to masturbate in front of me. I give you some humiliating joi and get you to perform whatever degrading acts I want, getting you to kiss my ass and kiss my heels. Pulling my tits out and fucking with your mind you reach climax. I are amazed that you just blow your load. Im bitchy at you because I never gave you permission to cum and now you’ve made a mess in my office. I demand you to clean it up by licking it up. This makes me laugh but I don’t stop there. I notice some on the carpet and order you on all fours to lick it up. I then notice some on my heels and get you to lick them spotless. I cant help but pull out my phone and capture the moment. I am so happy now that I don’t have to pretend anymore and look forward to our new relationship with you as your personal bitch boy. Now go away beta! (A continuation of SPH The Inner Thoughts of a Sex Thera-pist)