This is part 1, there will be part 2 coming soon...

Ok I want to walk you through every single detail of this fantasy so you really understand what's getting me going about it.

I think there's something about being in control, but also being masked... Like I'm not being vulnerable at all. But the person I'm helping is being incredibly vulnerable, to the point that they're going so far and being so open and exposed to me... and that turns me on so much.

Ok, so I'm a counselor. I'm one of those people who is so super sweet and non judgmental of anything. Like I'm so safe to talk to, and you can feel that. And I'm also family friendly. I'm like a typical professional person. You really wouldn't expect me to be sexual or talk about sexually explicit things.

You come in deeply scared to tell me what you need to tell me, but you have to talk about it. It's been eating away at you for years, maybe even decades, and you've never mentioned it to a living soul.

You come in, sit down on the couch, and you're not making eye contact you're so nervous and ashamed. You're glancing around the room, your hands are wringing, you're squirming in your seat. Your legs are squeezing together and then releasing, squeezing together and then releasing...

You're doing this out of nervousness, you're not intending to make yourself aroused, but it's happening anyway because of the movement of your legs, the squeezing and releasing, and the knowledge that you are about to tell me the very thing that makes you harder than anything you've ever experienced in your life.

Your penis is starting to become a little bit visible to me in your khaki work pants. You're also a very professional, upstanding man. No one would expect you to be showing so much vulnerability right now. You don't usually do this. You're usually very put together, and you're unravelling a little bit here.

I notice the tip of your penis poking at the insides of your pants and I wonder what it is you're going to tell me. I recognize your nervousness, but I'm not nervous at all. I love being there for my clients when they need a safe space. I know that being vulnerable is new for you and I want to make you feel comfortable.

I smile.

This settles you a little bit and you finally feel comfortable enough to look at me in the eyes for a moment.

"I have something to tell you."

"Please, tell me."

At this moment your penis suddenly stands on end. It is rock hard. Solid. All the way up. Your pants are tented.

You look at me. Your eyes are filled with shame. I can see how ashamed you are that your penis is behaving in this way that you would never do normally.

You're absolutely shaking with nervousness. You're worried what I will think of you.

I smile.

I don't want you to feel ashamed of yourself. I don't want you to feel ashamed of your body being it's beautiful, natural self. It's just expressing itself like nature intended.

So, I smile warmly at you. Giving you space to share what it is you'd like to tell me.

You relax a little bit. You're starting to realize it's safe here.

As you relax your legs, the tension of your pants on your penis pushes against the head of your penis and you're a bit taken aback and your breaths become a bit deeper, a bit faster.

Your whole body is becoming warm.

You look down at your penis, and it throbs. Your mouth is open in a bit of shock here at what is happening, and again, you look over at me to see how I react. You're so, so worried of what I'm going to think of you.

I smile warmly.

I'm just waiting patiently for you to share what it is you need to share. I carry no judgement, no fear in me. I'm here for you.

This time you look at me in the eyes. You look at my whole face. You can see how relaxed I am, there's not a tense bone in my body. You realize you're safe again.

You really love being here. You've always felt safe here.

You relax again.

Warmth is rolling over your body now, you feel so safe. So comfortable. So seen.

You just take some moments to catch your breath. Take your time to gather your thoughts.

This time, you look me right in the eyes, and you say, "I have something I need to tell you."

I smile at you warmly, and nod for you to go along.

The anticipation of saying the thing, now that it's really the moment, now that it's really happening... causes you to become hard again.

Your legs squeeze together in frustration, and you start to cry. But you're not a man who usually cries, so the tears barely come out. The tears well up behind the eyes and your eyes start to water just a little bit.

You're so frustrated. So, so very frustrated.

Your legs are opening and closing and opening and closing now in frustration and anticipation. You want to say the thing, but you can't get the words out. How could you tell someone your darkest fantasies?

The nervousness is causing your penis to bop up and down against the fabric of your khakis again, just making you harder and harder. You're really working yourself up to a frenzied state and you're deeply embarrassed about it. But you can't stop it, truly, you're just so deeply overcome with shame, confusion, and overwhelm that there's nothing you can do but continue squirming.

At this point I realize that you need some help saying what it is you need to say. I can tell you're so filled with shame. I feel for you. No one should ever have to feel all that shame. I don't know what it is you're going to tell me, but I know that whatever it is, there is no shame in it, because there is no judgement here.

I say your name. You look at me. "What is it that you want to tell me?"

You look at me, but you can't answer.

"You're so nervous. I want you to know that there is nothing to be ashamed of.

You can tell me anything."

You relax slightly again, looking at me. But still, you don't say anything.

I realize that I'll need to assist you further. I'll need to help you feel more comfortable and safe. Poor thing, I think, he's so nervous.

I look down at your penis and nod in its direction. "Are you feeling embarrassed about...?"

You nod.

I smile a big, warm, beautiful smile and say "there's nothing to be ashamed of here. Your body is beautiful and perfect just as it is. It's natural for it to have responses. Please do not worry about it at all."

This time, you smile, just a little bit. You relax, and again warmth spreads throughout your body. Your penis pulses.

Your legs loosen and you're able to sit back into the couch just a little bit more than before.

You stare at me. Why had you never noticed before how attractive I am? You take in my warm, soft face, my comforting smile, my welcoming eyes. I smile back at you. I laugh a little bit. This makes you laugh, and it breaks the tension, easing your nerves.

"I've just never spoken to anyone about this before," you say. "It's embarrassing."

"There's no reason to feel embarrassed," I say with a big smile and a laugh.

You're really starting to feel comfortable now and you're so in the moment that you don't even realize your hand instinctively reaches for your cock... your fingers are gently pushing on your shaft absentmindedly, bringing you just a little bit of much needed relief...

I notice this, but I realize that you're just comforting yourself. It's totally innocent. I can tell that you don't even realize you're doing it, you're so nervous. It's absentminded. You'd be humiliated if I brought attention to it, and I would never want that. So I smile warmly to myself and say nothing.

It's sweet how embarrassed you are. I feel very warm and caring towards you. I'm very honored that you would trust me with something so sensitive.

You start to tell me, finally, about your fantasies. There's a particular fantasy that's been on your mind for years, and you've never told her or anyone. As you're sharing this with me, your body starts to relax, your cock becomes harder, and your breathing becomes heavier. I know that this is bringing you much needed mental relief to finally get these thoughts out there. I continue to encourage you to share, asking you questions, and listening with a warm, non-judgemental ear.

"How long have you had this fantasy?" I ask you.

"Since before I met my wife over a decade ago."

"Oh... wow... gosh." I say your name and sympathetically shake my head. "I can only imagine how hard this has been for you, struggling with this for so long. I'm so glad you've come to me for help."

"It must be such a relief to tell me," I say.

Your body fills with warmth. You love the soothing, comforting sound of my voice. You know that everything is going to be ok.

But you haven't told me the worst part yet, the part you're most embarrassed about, the part you're more ashamed of than anything else in the whole world.

I can see the anticipation building in your body, and I know you have more to say.

I look at you warmly, comfortingly.

"Is there something else you want to tell me?"

Your knees start shaking again. Your thighs bouncing around, up and down, squeezing. But they squeeze the cock that's now squished inside your pants between your legs, as earlier, you gotten embarrassed while telling me about your fantasy and you shoved it deeper between your legs in an effort to hide it. But now, you're squeezing your legs together in nervousness and it's making the whole thing worse.

You really can't help it now. You grab your cock in desperation and frustration with yourself.

"uhghuimpppffffF" you whimper loudly, audibly as you grab your cock. You're shocked by your own voice, your own sound. You didn't expect that of yourself. Shame covers your face and you look at me in horror. Your mouth is wide open as if to apologize for your state. I look at you and smile. "It's ok, there's nothing wrong with being aroused," I say.

But you're too horrified to take in my reassurance. You're in shock, starting at me open mouthed, face frozen, your hand grasping your cock in your pants as if you're trying to turn it off but the pressure isn't helping.

I say your name. "It's perfectly natural to be aroused. We're talking about something that is very arousing for you. Please, give your body permission to respond in whatever way comes most naturally."

At this point, you're holding your cock in your hand and you start to gently stroke it outside the pants, giving it light, gentle squeezes. I allow you to do this for a few moments, watching you. I know that you need relief from your worries and insecurities. "That's alright dear, " I say. "Just allow yourself to do whatever comes naturally to you. Don't try to control it, dear. Just be yourself."

You start to grasp your dick more firmly in your hand, running your hand back and forth over your shaft. You start to cry. The sensations you're experiencing in your cock in combination with your insecurities, embarrassment, and shame are just so overwhelming. You're feeling so many things right now.

You're rubbing your hand back and forth over your shaft, whimpering, your legs squeezing and releasing, your body rocking back and forth."

"I'm so sorry ma'am, I'm so sorry ma'am," you keep saying.

I can see how disturbed you are with yourself, how ashamed you are. I really feel for you. I have so much empathy for your situation. I can only imagine how embarrassed you must feel to be feeling all of these things at once.

"You're doing a great job, dear" I say.

"This is really hard for you, I can tell."

At these words, you grasp your cock even further and let out a huge whimper.

"oohhuuhghiiipppffffs" you moan.

More tears escape your eyes. You're horrified with yourself. You can't believe this is happening, and you can't stop it. You continuously try to grasp your dick as if to make it stop, but the squeezing only pleasures you more.

Your whole body is shaking in shame and arousal.

Your knees keep moving back and forth.

"It's ok dear, keep going," I say.

But at this point, it's like you're not even in the room anymore. You're deep into your fantasy. You're picturing the breasts of the woman in your fantasy, as if they're looming right in front of you, right in front of your face. They're big, round, and she has the most amazing, hardest nipples you've ever seen. You're looking at them, oogling, imagining them so close to you... your mouth opens as if getting ready to receive them... you can't wait to feel those hard nipples glide into your open mouth... at this point you're drooling...

I can tell you're in your fantasy now, and I'm so proud of you for finally embracing it. I know it's best that this gets lived out. I want you to experience it fully, but in this guilt free, shame free zone, so you can be washed of all your worries and baggage.

I continue to watch you with warm, loving, non-judgemental eyes.

You reach your hand out as if to grasp the breasts in the air in front of you, and then when your hands grasp air, you realize... where you are again...

You look over at me, expecting to see anger... and you see... my warm, soft face smiling back at you...

Your body is now enveloped in a warm, yellow-white glow, a light that is bigger and more comforting than anything you've ever experienced.

You finally realize that you. are. safe.

You. Are. Safe.

you, are, safe.

you. are safe.

you are. safe.

Safe.

(Please stay tuned for Part 2. There is more to this fantasy but I think this is a good stopping point for now!)