sex therapy

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

They call me Dr. Cory. I prefer just Cory, though. It feels more intimate. My patients, especially the men, seem to appreciate that. They usually walk in here carrying the weight of the world on their shoulders, desperate for a listening ear, a compassionate gaze. What they don’t see, what they could never see, is the coiled viper beneath the serene exterior. A promise I made to myself years ago, after a man, a grown man, shattered my innocence. My revenge, you see, isn’t loud or violent. It’s surgical. Psychological. It’s how I remain in complete control.

Donald was my latest project. He shuffled into my office, a walking bundle of anxiety and vague dissatisfactions. His tie was too tight, his shoulders hunched, his voice a low monotone as he listed his woes: feelings of inadequacy, trouble sleeping, a general sense of being “stuck.” Typical. The moment he sat down, I knew his path. Regression therapy. The ultimate emasculation. We’re talking diapers, pacifier, babbling…the whole shebang. He was the perfect candidate.

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Panty Slave

Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243

I came home from school and once again, my laundry was folded neatly on my bed. A chore my step-dad has taken up doing for me ever since he became my panty slave. The horndog would do anything just to get close to my undies, so I capitalized on it.

If he wanted to play in my panties, he’d have to be a good boy and do my laundry while I was at school. I’d busted him one too many times pulling my little cotton panties out of the hamper and doing God knows what with them. This way, we were both getting something out of it, but my car had started making an awful sound, and it was time to amp up step-daddy’s panty addiction to benefit me.

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Humiliate Yourself

Belle 1844-332-2639 X 444

It was late when the FaceTime notification chimed through my phone. I was already snuggled in the covers, about to fall asleep, but swiped my thumb across the screen to accept the call. Brad was completely naked, in his bed, grinding his hard cock against his silk sheets.

“I miss you,” He grunted as he humped. The angle of the phone allowed me to watch his abs tense and his cock head smear precum along the softness of his sheets. My eyes rolled. He was so pathetically hard, and for what?

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Stephanie 844-332-2639 Ext 454 

Dancing at the club, all by myself in a sea of people. I was totally faded and feeling the music when he approached me from behind. I felt his hands boldly slide around my waist. We moved in sync, dancing together when his hands decided to explore my body in all its feminine detail.  

His hands slipped from my waist to my tummy, up my core until they landed on my tits. The only thing polite about him was that he stayed over my dress which left nothing to the imagination.  

My nylon dress was designed to flirt and entice. Cuts throughout, exposing my chest, legs, thighs, back and totally showing cheek. Complete with fishnet stockings and stilettos, I showed up to dance and have a good time. Why not wear something totally sexy and revealing.  

His touch and audacity ignited a thrill in me. A sexual thrill. I leaned back resting against him when I slipped my hand back behind me and felt his face, smoothing my hand over his chin then upwards and through his hair. I didn’t need to see him, he felt extremely sexy.  

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sluts

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Mistress Anna put out an ad: Calling all submissive sluts. She needed to find a new Sissy to whore out and train for her own selfish, deviant, sexual purposes. Many came, lined up and interviewed, but she managed to narrow it down to a single one: He was extremely horny, very submissive, and in dire need of training.

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Small Dick Boy

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

Even a teen like me knows a small dick boy when I see one. And when you pull your pants down and take out that tiny “dick” I know even before I touch it that I don’t want it. But let’s be honest here, your tiny dick isn’t big enough to please anyone sexually.

Don’t try to play dumb and tell me you’re a real man. You’ve been a small dick boy ever since puberty and you always will be. It’s going to be so much fun to humiliate you for what’s lacking between your legs. I don’t know how much fun it will be for you at first. But once you realize that’s the only attention, you’re going to get from me, I think you’ll learn to enjoy it.

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Accidental Exposure

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

My roommate Jackson is a man’s man. He’s a good guy; he never judges me for being who I am, and we enjoy each other’s company. However, he’s incredibly masculine and burly. You can imagine the surprise I felt when I was lounging in bed last night and got a text from Jackson. It was a picture; he never sends texts, never mind pictures.

I was gagged when the picture loaded, and it was of him in sissy lingerie, sucking a dildo! Not even two seconds after I opened the photo, he tried to delete it and sent another text. “Fuck. Wrong chat.” Oh, I don’t think so. This was precisely the right fucking chat.

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You'll Do Anything For Me?

Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244

You said you’d do anything for me. If I’d take you on as my submissive. Anything was a bold choice of words, and I make sure my stupid sluts put their service where their mouth is.

That’s how you ended up in the mall parking lot at two AM wearing only a bra and sneakers, bouncing on a dildo in front of my car’s headlight. Hands raised up and clutching the back of your head.

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Stephanie 844-332-2639 Ext 454 

“Nothing under that?” he asked setting his pack on the floor between us. “Just like you said” I giggled. He put his hand underneath my skirt, no panties and no bra.  

He asked and I delivered. He sighed aloud “how am I supposed to watch the movie now?” I hung my head and giggled. “You owe me, I got us drinks” I shrugged. “Name it” He slid the hoodie off exposing his shaved head and leaned over “you shouldn’t say stuff like that, you don’t know what I might name”  

Now I was laughing, he took my hand and planted it on his head. “Just did it” it felt like peach fuzz. I never understood men with heads of hair shaving it all off. He moved in closer and put his head on my lap, lifted my skirt and pushed himself further until his head was almost underneath. “you just did yours too” we both laughed loudly in the open theater. There weren’t too many people.  

We made plans to watch a movie together but not without drinks.

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bed

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Naughty Ronnie finished his dinner. He even helped Mommy Anna with the dishes. She looked at him from the corner of her eye, making sure he put every bit of effort into washing, wiping and drying. When it was all said and done he said: ‘’Mommy, can I go outside and ride my bike?’’ ‘’Okay,’’ Mommy Anna said, but you’d better be in by 9 and sign in for your bed, or Mommy is going to lock the door.

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