I've had this idea for a role play rattling around in my head. It goes like this.

I am your long time and trusted therapist who's been helping you with your body image and self esteem issues. Recently though, our therapy has seemed to hit a wall. After years of progress we just aren't getting anywhere. I have informed you that I don't think I can help you anymore and you should probably start seeing someone else.

You hate the idea of having to start over with someone else and beg me to reconsider. I'm doing this for your own good, but am conflicted by the obvious distress this is causing you. I tell you there is one more thing we can try but it's very unconventional and I don't think you will be comfortable with it.

This subtle warning gives you pause but also piques your curiosity. I explain that this technique needs to take place at your home and not at my office. It involves you standing in front of a mirror while instructing you to look at parts of your body and repeat the phrases I give you. you'll be fully clothed at first, but eventually you will remove your clothing to continue the therapy.

You are hesitant, but desperate to keep me as your therapist so you reluctantly agree.

The evening of the appointment I arrive to find you dressed a little sluttier than you normally do. Your hair is done, you've put on makeup. You never put on makeup. Maybe this technique will work after all.

I ask you where your full length mirror is. You tell me its in the bed room and walk towards it. I sit on the edge of your neatly made bed and ask if you are ready to begin. You nod in the affirmative.

I ask you to stand 3 feet away from the mirror. Your back is to me so you can hear my voice but not see me.

"OK" I start. "I want you to stare into your own eyes in the mirror and repeat after me. Those eyes are beautiful".

"Those eyes are beautiful" you murmur.

"louder please, and say it like you mean it" I say with a slightly more commanding tone.

I make you repeat it over and over until i'm satisfied that you are starting to believe it. After the eyes we move on to your hair, then your smile, then your nose. Repeatedly reinforcing your beauty to yourself until you actually start to believe it. It's working, you are feeling really good about yourself. You're feeling sexy.

My next instruction gives you a little jolt. "I need you to take your top and bra off". You knew this was coming but hearing the words is a little shocking to you. You're having some doubts, but you like the way this has gone thus far and don't want to stop. Slowly you comply.

Once you are topless I give you more encouraging phrases to repeat to yourself. After a while you forget that fact that you are standing toplees in in your bedroom with your therapist a few feet away. This is going really well. By the time I tell you to get fully naked you are anticipating it, wanting it even.

By now I am encouraging you to touch yourself while you repeat these encouraging phrases. At first it's just tracing the curves of your body with your fingertips. Then cupping your breasts in the mirror. I don't even have to tell you to pinch your nipples, you start doing that all on your own. It's when you start to rub your clit that you begin to regress. your hands freeze, your demeanor starts to change.

Sensing your roadblock I come up behind you. I take your hands and place them back where they were. I'm repeating those encouraging phrases again, but now they are being whispered in your ear. my breath is on your neck. My right hand is guiding yours as it resumes rubbing your now soaking wet pussy. My left hand is holding yours at your side, sliding up and down your hip.

It's when you back into me that you feel how hard you have made me. You press your ass into my crotch and grind in the same rhythm that you are now pleasuring yourself with.

This is so wrong, we are doctor and patient. I never should have let it get this far. It's too late now though, we both know it. There is no going back from here. You turn and kiss me. I hungrily kiss back.....

Want to help me write the ending?

Me: 51, 6'1", 215lbs, English/Irish decent, kinky, sane, married and not changing that. Live in Manhattan.

If you're a woman who finds this scenario intriguing, drop me a line. We'll see where it takes us.