You still don't know how to feel about our previous session. You come feeling shameful, and apprehensive, but also curious. Your secrets have been revealed, your counselor knows you're a hardcore gay porn addict now and can't cum to anything but cock. The tone of the session starts out casually enough, she's analytical - reviewing her findings from last time - she came to some conclusions about your newly revealed addiction. But before long, the energy shifts... she tells you the entire session last time was documented. She has video evidence of everything that was said, and everything you did... your adrenaline spikes, your heart races, your palms sweat. You know what's at stake and you're willing to do anything to keep her quiet. When she straps up with a terrifyingly large dildo and demands you take it, you know what needs to be done. You will be a bottom bitch for your counselor at whatever cost, even though you know your ass will never be the same after taking THAT. At the end, she gives you a further diagnosis, one that forever changes your life...