It was the fifth visit to my therapist. My progress was pretty decent; my balloon fear was already quite manageable. She saw it too and decided to do a next step — to make me stay near a big balloon. I thought it would be quite enough for one visit but the therapist went further — she started to squeeze the balloon and ever sit on it in her attempt to prove that not all balloons pop.
Her intentions were good but after getting over my phobic reactions I felt something different… something that made me feel embarrassed. This «something» made me abandon all my manners and peep what was going to happen with balloons when my visit is over… oh my god, she kept on riding those huge loons! She did it so sensual that I was unable to stop staring… but she noticed me and got mad. Oh god I think my next visit will be canceled.