dilf therapist touches you in all the right places [deep voice]

Transcript

Hello there. Thank you for making it on time. You're my new patient, right? You know, I expected you to be slightly different.

Huh. Well, on the call, you didn't sound as fragile as you look. It's not an insult.

I just have a preconceived bias, like everyone else. So, what brings you here to me? Interesting.

Look at me. Good. Is there a reason why you're so on edge? No, no, no.

You just look like a poor little rabbit, playing with a hem of your sleeve like that. Don't look so shocked. It is my job to read every aspect of your body language.

I am a professional, after all. Quite defiant, aren't you? Look at me, please.

Thank you, love. Oh, are you flustered? Don't worry.

It's just what I refer to my patients as. Little bundles of love, hm? So, about your situation.

You have a fear of intimacy. And especially of touch. Do you know why? Huh.

Your father. Well, you have several options, really. First one is that we gradually ease you into facing your trust issues, which will be a process that might take as little as one month to forever, depending on your cooperation.

The second is trying family counseling. But I already know that's not an option yet. Hm.

You seem quite impatient. You look ready to bolt. Is it me? Your eyes are darting everywhere.

Am I that intimidating, little love? Poor baby. Well, we can try something different.

Clearly, you're unstable. You're barely holding on to your life, huh? Can't even function correctly long enough to hold on to anything properly, right? You're a runner.

Too scared of looking in the mirror long enough to stop and think. You're the exact kind of person that's crushed by the world. You're pathetic.

You're so pathetic. But we can fix that, if you let me. I can fix you.

But only if you want me to. Touch you. I'll make sure to fill what your empty little heart needs.

I know you want it. And you're quivering. Are you feeling desperate already? I insulted you, and yet, here you are, craving my words because your existence is only validated when you're degraded.

Tell me. Do you imagine another man touching you? Sliding down your body? And yet, you can't even summon up the courage to look me in the eye.

Poor, pitiful, puppy. Desperate for anyone to say you're worthy enough to chain you to them. Desperate enough to not even fight for yourself.

Desperate enough to be someone's property. Are you gonna run from me too? I imagine you want someone to chase after you.

Pin you down and tell you that you belong only to them. How dumb. Expecting to be praised, but ready to do anything for approval.

Whatever will I do with a patient like you? Do you really think you deserve this? Do you believe that you'll stay long enough to fix yourself? You have issues with your father? Don't give me that.

You aren't even denying anything. And yet, you're already getting rid of any dignity. Your pupils are dilated.

Your lips are parted. You're even panting a little. Are you gonna whine for me too? I haven't even touched you.

Is this how you want this? You want your therapist to touch you? Say it.

You're so good, love. You look so fragile like this, yeah? Do you like my hands covering you like this? Do you like my fingers intertwined with yours? Oh.

Are you flustered? Poor thing. I just have to get you acclimated to my hands here.

You look feverish, baby. Are you alright? Denial isn't a very good look on you, love.

Let me trace your veins. Let me show you what you need. Look at that.

I can feel how hot you are. Is this the closest you've ever been with a man? Poor thing.

You don't know anything, do you? Look at me. You're so pathetic like this.

You know that, right? Oh, you're gonna whimper for me. Are you gonna bark for me too, puppy? Going all cute and flustered.

I know what you look like with a collar. And I'm gonna give you my special brand. You feel that? My fingers against your pulse.

It's fluttering. Oh. Do I make your heart flutter? Can I give you a collar, pretty baby? My pretty love gasping for air around my hands.

But no. I don't think you deserve that yet. Let me hold you.

Do you like that? You looking at me. And me gripping your thighs.

You look innocent when we both know you're nothing like that. You wanna be my angel? My sweetheart? My princess? Something precious and sweet? I wanna kiss you so bad.

Look at you. Completely derailed. Losing yourself.

All to a couple of touches and some words. Oh baby. Do you need a daddy that much? You crave control.

Crave stability. You crave the safety found in someone else delivering pain to you. You want someone to take care of yourself.

So you'll stop running yourself into the ground, huh? Too bad. That's not how it works.

Desperation isn't cute. And you're annoying, you know? You want the affection.

And the degradation. No matter what I do. You'll always find something wrong.

Yeah. No. I'd have to make sure that you're mine.

And I don't know if I want to kennel an untrained, reckless, feral creature. I mean, are you even human? You're so willing to debase yourself for a touch that doesn't burn.

Or maybe you do want one. Maybe you want the heat of my fingers branding you. But do you really think you deserve that, baby? Do you think you deserve all the sweet words and nice touches wrapped in possessiveness? You think you deserve all of that without thinking about what it means? Well, we'll see if you like the consequences of your behavior.

Whatever I give, you have to be prepared to give it back. Can you think? Can you even breathe? You're joking, right? Your love.

Your devotion. Your degradation. You think it'll save you from your fate this time? It follows you like a curse.

I'll make sure to discard of you really easily. You're not gonna be mine. But you would make a pretty pet.

Come here. I'll make sure you never feel alone. And I'll make sure you never feel anyone but my hands on your body again.

But I want to consume you. Whole. You will be mine in the end.

But I won't be yours. You pathetic little thing. I'll break you into something proper.

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Come here. Let me hold you, sweet thing. Do you feel me? Don't be shy.

Tell me how you feel. Or not. I know pretty pets like you go empty at the thought of being touched.

Does that get your heart racing? You're letting me touch you. You're a therapist.

Did you get off on that? Fuck. Kneel for me, love.

That's right, baby. Look up at me like that. You look so fucking gorgeous on your knees like that.

You're doing so well for me. Pretty little thing like you sucking me off. Fucking hell.

Look at you. I'm gonna make you walk out of here like a whore. Do you want that? Beg for it.

Tell me how much you want me to own you. How much you want me to touch you. Tell me you're mine.

Show me how much you want to be good for daddy. That's right, puppy. Keep looking up at me.

You're doing so good. So perfect. Can I choke you? Can I wrap my hands around your throat as I fuck you? Uh-uh.

Keep going. I didn't tell you to stop, did I? That's right.

Keep your pretty lips wrapped around my cock. You're fucking pathetic like this. Drooling on your knees.

Half undressed and with that pretty look in your eyes. You're just begging for it now. You love it.

You love being on your knees like this. You love being a good little toy for me. My slutty, empty pet.

Oh. Are you whimpering? Was that a little whimper? Fuck.

Keep going. I want to see you lose yourself. I want to see you empty, whining for more.

I want to see you be mine. Wouldn't you like that, love? My pretty little drug.

My aphrodisiac. You're going to be such a good whore, aren't you? Fuck.

I love you on your knees. But I'm going to need you on the desk. Oh, sweet baby.

Don't give me that look. I'm going to fuck you. I thought that's what you wanted.

You want me to fuck you? Fuck you dumb and senseless and drooling. Say it back to me.

Say that you're a whore. Say that you're a good slut. Say that you only want to be used by daddy.

What a good pet. Spread your legs. Do you feel that? Keep arching your hips like that.

Oh, fuck. Keep pressing into me like that. Look at you.

Such a gorgeous sight. You know, I think I prefer you most like this. You're so open.

So vulnerable. I'm going to fucking ruin you. That's just my hand around your throat.

No. Don't try and pull my hand away. You keep touching yourself.

Look at me as you touch yourself. You're doing so good. Doing so well for me.

Yeah. You're starting to look a little lost.