âI think we should work on a concept called reframing today.â Your therapist sits across from you, uncrossing and sprawling his legs, he set his clipboard aside.
âYes. Itâs a technique trauma survivors such as yourself tend to find quite helpful. When you reframe a traumatic incident, it can help you work past it. Usually done in a safe setting,â he gestures to his peaceful office, âwith a person you feel safe with,â he gestured to himself, âyou recount the traumatic event, and go through it in a play-by-play, acting it out, and working through all the tough, scary feelings that come up as you face it.â
âOhâŚâ the worry and confusion on your face settles at the explanation, âI guess that makes senseâŚ. How do you do it?â
Slowly standing up, his hand came to his tie, loosening it. Dropping down to his belt buckle. âHow does a demonstration sound?â
Thatâs how you ended up hereâ your cheek pushed into the carpet, pants ripped down. The speed he set is bruising. âTell me againâ how many times did he fill you up?â
He slaps your ass when he doesnât get a response. When you finally sob out a wrecked, ât-three!â He pets your hair affectionately. His pace never relenting.
âThen Iâll fill you three times. Remember, reframing is all about repetitionâ fuck,â his hips stutter, before continuing, ârepeat the trauma. Tell the story again.â
âI-I donât want toââ
âYou need to. You need to. Go ahead and start at the beginning, when did it happen? Tell me.â
âW-when I wasâŚ. Ah! Walking homeâŚâ
âHow did he grab you?â His fingers knot in your hair.
âHeâ he grabbed my, my hairâŚâ another sob shakes your body. âThen he pulled me into the bushes, a-and⌠started touching meâŚâ
âHow did he touch you?â
âPushed me down, and⌠ah, put his⌠his hand down my pants, and mounted meâŚ. Like, like a dogâŚ.â
âFuck,â he mutters breathlessly, stopping to grind deep inside you, âlike a dog. Like youâre some bitch in heat. Thatâs what you were, were you not?â
âYes, yes you are. You needed it, too. Say it. Say you needed it. Reframe it.â
âIâŚ. I needed itâŚâ
âGood job. Say it again, louder this time.â These soundproofed walls are such a blessing.
âI needed him to fuck my holes!â
âFuck!â He lays over you, crushing you under his weight as he humps your little hole, filling it up with his cum. His cock throbbing as it pumps load after heavy load deep inside you. âYes! Yes you fucking did! You need your stupid holes filled up all the time, donât you? Yeah, youâre made to take cock. Made to be a perfect little cum dump. Fuckingâ fuck, take it. Take it.â
Your hour long session turned into two, then three. He assures you when itâs all over that itâs completely normal for reframing to take so long. He even schedules your next appointment for the same length of time, insisting that delving even deeper next time will be just the right thing for you.
And you, you poor innocent thingâ all you can do is thank him for helping you find your place. With cum dripping into your underwear, and bruises littering your skinâ you do seem to feel a lot better about being the worldâs designated cum dump.