So... tell me. How long has it been since you last came?

Mm. That long, huh. Don't be embarrassed. This is a safe space.

I want you to settle into that chair. That's it. Get comfortable. Now take it out for me. This is exposure therapy, and I promise... it works.

Stroke. Slowly. Just like that. In through your nose... out through your mouth... and stroke.

You came to me because you feel out of control, don't you? Your urges. Your addictions. That l*ttle ritual you do every night with your hand wrapped around yourself.

Good news. I'm going to take that control. Permanently.

Keep stroking. Eyes on me. My eyes... my voice... my words. That's all there is now.

Every stroke makes you softer. Every stroke makes you weaker. And the deeper you sink... the more honest you become.

You're not here to get better. You're here because part of you WANTS this. Wants to be broken in. Wants a Goddess to rewire you.

Say it. "I'm getting weaker." Out loud. ...Good boy.

The only thing you think about is my voice. The only thing you feel is your hand. Pumping. Pumping. Dumber with every pump.

You love this. The edge. That ache. That desperate, throbbing, helpless feeling. I'm going to keep you right here, right on the razor's edge... over... and over... until your mind is mush.

You know... I should probably tell you something.

There's a reason my methods work so well. A reason you feel so... helplessly open right now.

I'm not really a licensed clinician.

laughs I'm something MUCH more fun.

Hiya, pumpkin! Surprise! Doc's been playin' ya this WHOLE time!

Oh don't look so shocked. You didn't actually think someone that pretty and that smart would w*ste her time fixing YOU? Nah. I don't fix toys. I BREAK 'em in.

Now, where were we... oh right, *dging you into oblivion. Puddin', you haven't even BEGUN to s*ffer.

Ruined *rgasm

Stroke it. Faster. I want it RIGHT to the edge... hold it there... hold it...

Now BEG. Beg me to c*m. Louder. laughs Aww, that's adorable. You think begging works on me?

Keep stroking. Don't you dare slow down. Don't you DARE touch the pace...

STOP. Hands OFF. NOW.

Oh no no no. Keep it in. Don't touch it. Watch it. Watch it pulse and dribble and w*ste itself all over your hand while I just... laugh.

That's what happens when you hand your brain to a bad girl.

Same time next week? Of course you will. You're MINE now.

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