It's official: You've panicked. You think to yourself, "That's not me. I'm not a pornosexual. It was a phase! This is INSANE." You delete all of your accounts, resolving to go cold turkey with femdom porn. The missed calls, texts, and emails have been stacking up. Maybe people are worried about you, or... maybe they're not. Maybe they just gave up on you, and decided you're just not a part of their lives anymore. But maybe you've got some other loser friends, and they agree to hang out with you again. They ask where you've been, and you dismissively tell them you were just going through "a thing." Things are good now, right? But hanging out with them is just so fucking BORING. You're struggling to pay attention, because why would you care? It's exhausting to pretend to be someone else in these settings. The siren song of femdom is calling you back, but you're still attempting to resist. Maybe you think dating will resolve this. But you start getting squirrely when you think about the pussy-free pledge you've taken. You think of all those mantras you repeated, all the narratives that are branded into your brain now... "It was just roleplay!" you think. But you know how girls are these days, they want YOU to be the dominant one and take charge. Nothing could be less arousing to you. You're exhausted, defeated with the expectations that are being placed on you in your attempt to assimilate back into regular society. You start to reason, "Maybe being a pornosexual is just a more realistic option for me." Then you think, "I'll just watch one clip." A wave of relief washes over you as you log back on to your favorite femdom site. "It's just going to be a once in a while thing!" I wonder if you're starting to notice the way this stage mirrors the earliest one. I wonder if you're starting to realize this is an all-consuming cycle. As your counselor, I came here to educate and inform you, but I wonder if it's going to make any sustainable difference in your behavior.