Going To A Therapist Because Of The Difficulties Ive Had Gaining Confidence Around Being A Lesbian, Only

going to a therapist because of the difficulties ive had gaining confidence around being a lesbian, only for the therapist to convince me that to get over my worries, i just need exposure therapy to the thing im repulsed by: cock.

being a therapist, he knows how to smoothly convince me that this is how to overcome trauma, to face the issue and conquer it so if i can get myself acclimatized to cock, to how it feels in my hand, against my lips, on my tongue, in my mouth, between my tits, against my clit, inside my pussy...then my worries about being a lesbian will fade away. and i trust him because he's so kind and encouraging and i know he wouldnt ever intentionally hurt me, so i let him help me.

i indulge the session after session after session where i give more of my body to him, and the session doesn't end until i can bring him pleasure and make him cum. that shows progress, that shows healing, and the closer i get to cumming, and the more often i can cum from his cock, that shows how much im overcoming my fear and trauma. and if i can reach a place of joy and pleasure and desire for cock, I'll be cured.

so we keep trying, he encourages me to pleasure myself on his cock and praises me as i get wet and moan and tighten and when i cum, he rewards me by cumming too and giving me more orgasms than i can process and it feels so good that all the worries that i came to him about initially are completely out of my mind. all i can think about is cock cock cock cock cock cock cock cock cock cock cock cock cock cock cock cock cock cock cock cock cock cock-

Who wants to have possessive sex?

Dragging you into a mall bathroom to have rough sex, because someone was flirting with you, while I was getting us ice cream. So I had to just take you somewhere, anywhere, to choke, slap, and rape you to remind you that you're MY property, MY baby, MY little girl.

You are mine.

i want to be a dumb little pet. no thoughts, just my tongue out waiting for cock. dumb slut who only know how to be for cum

the feeling of getting bred is so addictive. a possessive dom grabbing my hips like handlebars so he can hit that spot that makes me cry into the pillows. our juices mixing as i feel more and more burning hot cum being dumped against my cervix. the feeling of a cock stretching me out while it fucks more and more cum into me. i want to be bred till my brain goes fuzzy

I can't stop thinking about someone harboring an obsession for me and just snapping one day.

I'm walking down the street, completely unaware this individual even exists and then all of the sudden I'm shoved into the back of a van and tied up against an old seat in the back.

I squirm and struggle but they expected that, and they found solution. A long term solution, one that makes sure I'll never leave them, that I'll never WANT to leave them.

They strap an altered vr headset and a pair of thick headphones on me, turning them on before shutting the van doors and heading upfront to start our drive.

The sudden bright light from the vr screen makes me flinch, scrunching up my eyes. It doesn't help much given the pulsing light is bright enough to shine through my eyelids. Of course I'd rather deal with that than the obscene images I see when I open my eyes.

I had no idea someone could even fit something like that inside themselves.

It's hard to make sense of the noises playing over the headphones, a mix of irregular tones and people moaning. Every once and a while the sounds quiet and I can hear clear voice giving a simple command or montra:

"You're such a needy whore aren't you?"

"Good girls follow Master."

"Everything makes you Needy, huh?"

"Beg Master to touch you."

I'm a broken needy mess before he even pulls in the driveway.