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My office was usually a sanctuary, a place where vulnerabilities were laid bare, analyzed, and hopefully, healed. As a sex therapist specializing in fetishes, I’d heard it all. But Rory… Rory was different. He wasn’t ashamed or furtive, just… intensely focused. “Pantyhose,” he’d said, his voice a low hum. “Specifically, silky, shiny, tan ones. It’s… everything.” I arched an eyebrow, a professional curiosity piqued. “Everything? Can you elaborate?”
He painted vivid pictures, describing the way the light caught the nylon, the sensation of it stretched taut against skin, the subtle rustle with movement. This wasn’t just about him being turned on; he was captivated by the subject matter. After a few sessions, I had a comprehensive understanding of Rory’s attraction. It wasn’t just lust; it was a deep connection to texture and visual appeal. A piece of him saw pantyhose in a transcendental way. “So,” I ventured during our fourth meeting which was quickly becoming intense, “have you fully explored this?”
where vulnerabilities were laid bare
He shifted, a flicker of something I couldn’t quite place crossing his face. “Not… comprehensively. I’ve seen them, touched them… but never with someone who… understands.” An idea sparked in my mind, audacious and ethically questionable, yet undeniably intriguing. I considered it. It violated all the standard ethical principles of a therapist. But as a therapist that studies fetishes as a profession, could this be a breakthrough for both of us? “Rory,” I began, my voice carefully neutral, “I have a… suggestion. A rather unorthodox one.”
His eyes widened slightly. “I could… participate. I could wear the pantyhose, and we could… explore this together. See how deep this fascination runs, how far it extends.” The silence that followed was thick enough to cut with a *****. He looked at me, a mixture of disbelief, excitement, and a tremor of fear flickering in his gaze. “You… you’d do that?”
I took a steadying breath. “Yes. As a professional, I believe it could provide valuable insight. For both of us.” We met outside of my office, in my apartment. The air was charged with anticipation. I was already wearing the pantyhose, the silky material a strange, unfamiliar caress against my skin. I saw his jaw tighten as he looked me up and down. He took my hand and lead me to the bedroom, then took off his pants revealing just how hard his cock was.
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