Decisive Action

As real as the video was to the girls and the rest of campus, to me it was completely irrelevant and fallacious.

As false as Vanessa's writing actually was, to me, it was reality. I considered it to be as true as one could possibly imagine.

I feared Vanessa had cracked the code. Through study or plain luck she happened to understand me well enough to turn my passion for chastity against itself. My obsession for self-governance was countered by her decision to assume the role of my shameless lover.

I tried, but I could not mentally reject her offer to fulfill my every fantasy. I found her beauty, submission, and cleverness too irresistible. She knew it. She might as well have reached though the monitor and grasped my turgid erection. What had been a mild infatuation was now an intentional assault. She was threatening to assume the role that I had struggled so hard to master. I was losing grip on myself.

I could not let that happen. I decided to take action. It was time to visit a therapist.