perverted therapist who constantly has to try to hold herself together when i talk to her about everything wrong with me.
preying on my weakness and agreeability by suggesting increasingly humiliating solutions to my problems. she tells me that a step to healing my childhood trauma is to start wearing diapers in my free time, and touches herself at night to the thought of it.
she steps further, suggesting that i start wearing them to our sessions. telling me that to depend on others more will truly help me. to serve and do as they'd like. she tells me to start calling her "mommy", supposedly to heal parental issues. something feels off to me. she has an odd look in her eyes. but she's a professional, and i'm one who does as they're told.
a few sessions later, i'm in her office on my knees. i'm in a dress far too short to hide my soaked padding with her cock thrusting into my throat. that nasty oral fixation has hurt my fingers and damaged my teeth, but she knows just the way to begin taking care of it.
while she's still fucking my mouth, pushing my mind further. seeing how much i'll bring myself down because i trust her. or maybe she's just telling me exactly what i want to hear.
"i have some homework for you this week. that girl you said you live with? let her use you. it'll help that oral fixation and be good practice allowing yourself to be so low. you have a problem with pride."
my "pride problem" was identified when i told her that i don't want to display my diapers all the time at home and the office, and that i want to be able to cover them up.
suggesting that i begin taking sedatives to help my anxiety.
slowly reshaping me into a docile, servile little thing until one session, she takes me to her car, and i do not question. she told me that questioning things holds me back from change. i do not speak. she told me that speaking when not spoken to is what gives me so much conversational trouble.
i'm doing so good. i'm doing everything she told me. i even wet myself and hardly noticed. i'm sure she'll be so proud of me when she asks how my progress is. she puts me in the back of her car. i sit politely with my hands folded in my lap, as she told me. she said it would help with my nail biting. i keep my eyes on her. she told me that i should always be looking at one of my betters (i think she calls them that to help me feel okay being vulnerable), as it helps me not to get lost in my maladaptive daydreaming, and keeps me always prepared to listen to what i'm told.
we pull up to her house. i sit and wait for instruction, as she told me my presumptuousness is a problem. i see her stare at me through the window as she gets out and makes her way to my side. she really does care.
she brings me inside and locks a collar around my neck. she told me that i should always accept gifts with much gratitude. i drop to my hands and knees in her home, as i need to learn that it's okay to be small and insignificant. she pulls my leash toward her, and my mouth opens so naturally as she begins to use my throat.
i'm going to be all better soon, i can feel it. she's helped me so much.
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