He's done with you, for now.

He gives you a slap on the ass "Feel good doesn't it? Embracing who you are?". You can't muster a response, so he continues "You've done well today, but once your arousal passes, you might find yourself having second thoughts. That's not what we want. You need to reject those conflicted feelings and remember that you are nothing but a sissy whore. You shouldn't masturbate without something up your ass. Fingers or a dildo, whatever you want, but you need to reinforce your position to yourself." He opens a drawer in the desk and places something down next to you. "Of course, if you find yourself needed more..therapy... call me and we can schedule a..private session. Free of charge, seeing as I do enjoy working with you." As he tells you all this he's pulling his pants back up, getting his jacket and bag, and generally doing a remarkable job of making it look he hasn't just fucked the masculinity right out of you. "I'm sure I'll be hearing from you soon" he says as he leaves the room.

The door closes with a click, and you finally push yourself off the desk and stand on weak, wobbling legs. You brace yourself, scared of the first thoughts that might enter your head. Will you feel shame? Pride? Before anything else you notice the sticky warmth in your ass, the cum dripping down your leg. He really made you into a sissy slut, and you loved it. Your cock starts to harden again and you feel a temptation to finger your ass immediately, it feels so empty now. You glance at the item he placed next to you. It's a card with his name and number. So you can get fucked on demand. But first you have a choice to make.