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.

ENDING B – C*m Countdown

Alright, my l*ttle lab rat, you've earned SOMETHING. We're gonna play a game. Ten strokes to c*m. That's it. Miss your window? Two weeks in chastity. Ready?

Stroke. Ten. Feel that throbbing?

Nine. So close already, aren't you?

Eight. Eyes on me. Only me.

Seven. Edge number... I lost count. You did too, huh?

Six. Begging with your eyes. Pathetic. Perfect.

Five. Faster. Sloppier.

Four. Don't you DARE c*m early.

Three. That's it, that's it, right THERE.

Two. Say my name. Say GODDESS.

One. C*M. Explode for Harley. Now, NOW, NOW!

laughs Look at that MESS. Absolutely destroyed. And to think, you walked in here wanting to be "cured."

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