As a phone sex therapist, I help countless callers work through their fetishes, dark desires; even help them admit to the lifestyles they are fighting to suppress. I talk to a lot of sissies, bisexuals, sexual deviants and homosexuals. Most men after a few phone sessions accept who they are and embrace their quirks, but every now and again, for the sake of progress, I am forced to out a caller for his own good. Take Brendan for example. He is a sissy faggot, closeted homosexual from a small college town in the Midwest. He loves wearing women’s panties and lingerie and trolling for cock on Craigslist and The Back Pages.
He refuses to out himself as a homosexual for whatever reason. I mean he is not married, no brats that I know of, so no reason to be in the closest unless he somehow thinks there is something wrong with being a pathetic faggot. Now, Brendan is a little bottom beta bitch, but look at him? That is no surprise. But he has no reason to stay in the closest. I am going to out him as the sissy faggot he is. Sissy humiliation is often necessary to help a caller understand there is nothing wrong with being a faggot. Not only do hot phone bitches like me thrive on having little sissy faggot bitches to play with on a call, but plenty of alpha men out there need their tight little asses to fuck. A sissy bitch is stress relief and entertainment for us alpha types.
I am outing Brendan for the cock sucking homosexual he is for his own good. He is too weak of a faggot and sissy. Phone sex therapy is not always pretty. But my methods always work. Before long, Brendan will be placing ads in Craigslist showing his face and giving his phone number to any man who wants to abuse his back door pussy. The first step in recovery is admitting what you are. Until Brendan can say “I Brendan ….. am a homosexual ” to more than just me, I have to do it for him. Some losers just need help embracing who they are. Do you need some help? Be forewarned, do not send me pics of yourself in compromising situations, because I will use them for therapeutic purposes, and shits and giggles.
It’s a quiet night with nothing to do. I made myself a nice hot bubble bath and a glass of wine and laid back. With my eyes closed I let myself feel the warmth of the water penetrating my skin and muscles. Suddenly images of the last time we were together had my pussy tingling and I could feel desire growing inside me.
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