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It's time to treat your addiction. Get on your knees. There's a good boy. Now, understand this; your addiction will never be cured, only treated. Now suck on my heels and worship me. Mmmm, you like that don't you? Yes this is quite a "treat." Your mind is simply consumed by me at all times, you just can't help yourself.

Custom clip: "I play a loser with Social Anxiety disorder. You take on the role of a kind of "mock-therapist", although really this translates to be something more like a mocking humiliatrix rather than any kind of therapy. Verbal humiliation, with lovely face closeup, with your wearing your infamously perfect lipstick and lovely makeup. Hairstyle maybe in pigtails or something similar. Basic idea is extreme humiliation, humiliating me, mocking me, and laughing at me for having social anxiety disorder. You might start off by telling me how ridiculous it is that I have social anxiety disorder….mocking me saying things like "Are you s-s-s-s-scared of people?!"..(doing a mock stutter)….or something like "OMG…here's a group of people… I'm SHAKING I'M SHAKING…help me"…..(laughing and pretending that your wrists are shaking)……or saying things like "Can you even c-c-c-c-c-c-construct a sentence?"….Loads of room for verbal humiliation improvisation, using mocking keywords like SCARED, and FFFRIGHTENED OF PPPPEOPLE etc etc. You might suddenly stop what you're saying and pretend to go red in the face, and then mockingly say "OMG what's this…I"M GOING RED IN THE FACE…OH NO.. OH NO …THERE MUST BE PEOPLE ABOUT…" (laughing). After mocking me for sometime, you tell me how it really it is: How you imagine me sitting alone in a small room with my therapist, me telling her how much of a loser I am, and all my freakish secrets, while she pretends to listen and acts all serious, while trying not to burst out into fits of laughter on how much of a scared pussy I am. You tell me that when she gets home she probably laughs out loud with her friends and maybe you tell me you feel sorry for her. ….Because the truth is: I'm just a PUSSY. A pathetic SCARED LITTLE MAN. SCARED OF LIFE. SCARED OF GIRLS. SCARED OF PEOPLE. SCARED OF EVERYTHING. You tell me that there IS NO SUCH THING AS SOCIAL ANXIETY DISORDER - it's just a word they made up to make me feel better. ….and EVERYONE knows it. My therapist knows it. You know it. You continue to lay it down thick and fast with extreme humiliation, and at the end maybe you lay down some seriously extreme therapy tips of your own. Perhaps something like: Scared of people? Then STAY HOME, LOCK YOUR LITTLE DOOR NICE AND SHUT AND TIGHT AND STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM SOCIETY. SCARED OF WOMEN? GREAT! DON"T BOTHER US AND WE WON"T BOTHER YOU. etc etc Maybe a few more stuttering keywords like FFFFFREAK and PPPUUSSY at the end, before you smile and fade out with middle finger."

You have a lot of nerve jerking off to your own sitters, thinking you'll never get caught. But you just couldn't help yourself could you? Now it's time to pay the price. Since you want to stroke your worthless stick to us SO bad, were gonna force you to do it right here in front of us. It's so humiliating but you just can't help but obey. We laugh and mock you for being the weak horny pervert that you are. You're NEVER going to get laid obsessing over us like this. We count you down to orgasm and then humiliate you further by making you eat up all your cum. HA! Now you're GAY!

The infamous Mistress T (http://clips4sale.com/studio/23869) is much smaller in stature than most people realize. She's nearly an entire foot shorter than me and only 96lbs, I have no problem lifting her right up. After comparing our height, the size of our feet and our hands, we play around with several different lifting techniques. I even do some leg squats while holding her over my shoulder. Who needs a gym?