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My third session with Dr. Jenson started off like any other. I laid myself bare, opening up about my deepest insecurities and anxieties. He listened intently, jotting down notes and offering words of comfort as any good therapist would. But then something shifted. His eyes lingered on my body just a bit too long as I spoke about my troubled past.
I felt vulnerable, my guard down in that moment. I know now that he sensed this, saw an opportunity to exploit my fragility. “Let me help you feel better,” he purred, setting aside his notepad to turn in his chair towards me. His hand slid up my bare thigh and I froze.
The Very Bad Therapist
My mind reeled but my body responded to his touch, craving that touch, that comfort, that validation. I knew it was wrong but I couldn’t stop myself. He took my hand, guiding it to the bulge straining his slacks. “You see what you do to me?” he growled. Flushed and panting, I yielded, my fingers fumbling with his zipper.
Within moments, he had me stripped bare on his couch, him fully clothed. He pressed me into the leather, his weight on me as he thrust into my most intimate place. It hurt, almost too much, but he didn’t stop, didn’t slow down. I was just an object for his pleasure, a receptacle.
Tears streamed down my face but he called me a good girl, praised my wetness, my tightness. He came with an animalistic groan, filling me with his seed. I lay there trembling, raw and used, as he buttoned up his pants with a satisfied smirk.
“Same time next week,” he said breezily, sliding back into professional mode like nothing had happened.
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248