A pretty major shift in porn, and therapy

Dr. MacIntyre glanced around her office, changed once again. It was back to a more professional looking office, rather than a porn studio. Gone were her sexy camera men, which was disappointing, but she figured they were probably just elsewhere in the building. The whole building was hers, and she trusted that she had only hired the best employees, sexiness being one of the obvious criteria. She figured she'd have no trouble finding someone fun if she went looking. The office was incredibly glamorous, with art on the walls displaying her now incredible wealth. She smiled and thought that she had pretty good taste. On another wall was a shelf covered in various awards. Some AVN awards for sure, but also some Emmys and even an Oscar. She looked forward to seeing whatever she could have possibly made that won those.

"Great job, John. Let's actually see what all you did." She gave his cock another appreciative squeeze and got up. He looked disappointed, but his expression turned dutiful when she snapped and pointed under her new desk. She was pleased to see that there was plenty of space under there. Far more than what's needed for leg room. Probably by design.

She sat in her unbelievably comfortable office chair (with a cutout in the seat between her legs for easy access? she had thought of everything!), spreading her legs wide enough to incorporate his head between her beautiful thighs and began to scroll through her site. It was bookmarked in her browser, with a little icon of her face in silhouette, with white cum dripping down from her mouth in contrast with the black background. https://TherapySluts.com. Shila rolled her eyes, but figured the domain is probably pretty accurate, even if it isn't terribly clever. She went at the site with a critical eye, and was pleased to see that everything was as she herself would like it, down to the user interface, even though she was sure she had a team just for design. She'd have to, judging by the number of videos and services she found. She'd built herself a fantastic website, or at least John had. She patted his hair lovingly while his tongue lapped at her pussy. She thought about it, and her earlier request that she know what's going with John's changes supplies her with new memories of her site taking down all porn competitors with sheer numbers. Therapy too had changed. People were finding real results from just watching her videos and streams, and other therapists had taken up her methods. She had even taught in some medical schools until her practice was widespread enough that other people could teach them. Now therapy was a field that only the beautiful got into. There were some holdouts from the old world who were frustrated with the fetishization of their field, but they were in the minority because of the obvious, documented results that her radical therapy produced.

The first thing she checked was the types of videos on the site. She couldn't be the only star, right? Sure enough, dozens of porn stars (many of them actual licenced therapists according to some employee files) were featured. However, her own videos had more views by orders of magnitude. Scrolling through the content, she saw that the videos were tagged either "porn" or "therapy," but the thumbnails showed nudity in every video regardless of tag. She clicked the most popular video under the therapy tag, titled "How to Get Over a Fight and Learn to Love Again," and found an instructional video of herself and a gorgeous, very naked man sitting on a bed talking to the camera.

"Hi everyone, this is Dr. Shila with another video on getting over your anger with your partner. These are some tricks that will help you forgive and forget, and to rekindle that spark. Trust me, these will work every time. Today Claude will be my assistant." Video-Shila gave the man, who must be Claude, a quick squeeze on the cock. She didn't let go as she continued, but rather began to stroke absentmindedly. "This video is for straight couples. Check the video description to see me demonstrate similar techniques if you are in a lesbian relationship, and we have one for you gay couples too." The video went on to give tips, both emotional and sexual, for how to help yourself forgive, and how to make it up to your partner. She particularly liked the way that Claude seemed to genuinely cherish her while he rammed her against the wall, his enormous cock stretching her out. She thought about him and her memory supplied that he was for sure in love with her, but she figured most of her employees probably were. She thought she had done a rather good job with the video, and was turning herself on enough that she found herself tugging at John's hair, holding it against her beautiful pussy.

When the video was concluded, she noticed a little box in the bottom corner of the screen with a camera icon and the words "LIVE NOW!" Clicking on it, she saw an overview of her office, showing herself staring at the screen. It was from a high enough vantage that she could see easily down her magnificent cleavage. The website has controls on the side for her to be able to adjust what is being streamed, including a drop down box with a list of cameras. She clicked "under desk" and the stream switched to a view of her new social media manager hungrily going at it. She smiles wickedly, ideas of how to entertain herself and her audience of 2,369,300 people.