I felt my therapist’s breast during our last session [MF]

I’m 26 years old, and I have been seeing the same trauma therapist for several years. I’ve always thought she was pretty. She’s very much bohemian and all that. Messy brown hair, relaxed semi-professional clothing with plenty of low cut tops and ornate skirts, and a very pretty, natural face. I’m not sure exactly how old she is but her degree on the wall is from 2012 so she’s probably somewhere in her thirties I guess, maybe pushing 40 at the oldest.

We mostly practice mindfulness, and a big theme of my therapy has been recognizing bodily sensations. Yoga, fun exercise like hiking, dancing, rock climbing, etc have all been helpful tools for me, and most of those things were her idea.Aside from talking about the trauma, we spend a lot of time talking about the body; this has been very healing for me.

A couple of days ago, I was telling her about my concern with a new symptom of anxiety that has cropped up. When I get anxious now, I start to feel really crazy heart palpitations. Like, the fluttering kind where it feels as if your heart stops and then picks up too many beats. We figure it’s just anxiety, because I went to the ER for it once and got an EKG and all that and they said everything is fine. When it happens, though, I feel unconvinced that its harmless. One of her theories is that it could have to do with weird anxious breathing, so we decided to practice some breathing exercises together.

Her office is in a big building with tall ceilings, and rainforest sounds play in the hallway to soundproof it for patients; in the office is a nice, fuzzy white couch that I usually sit on. She usually sits in a chair of across from it, unless we’re practicing yoga or stuff like this. She sat next to me now, as we have several times before, on the couch.

She smelled like lavender. “Bring your hand to your heart soothingly, and feel the way it rises when you breathe,” she told me softly as I placed my feet properly on the ground, closed my eyes, and followed her instruction. We did this for a few seconds when I felt my heart do it again – a feeling like it stopped and then suddenly beat really fast. I gasped,

“I just felt it again!” I was positively ready to run to the ER at this point.

My therapist paused and listened as I explained how it felt. With my hand still on my heart, even as I was explaining it, I felt it again; this time, in my panic, I grabbed her hand and set it against my chest so she could feel it. She seemed shocked at first, and I felt her pull away – but then a second ticked by where she understood what I was trying to do, and she relaxed. She closed her eyes and nodded as my heart stopped for a split second and then went, boom, boom, boom. “See?” I insisted. It stops and then like… catches up.”

She listened carefully, eyes shut as she felt my heartbeat, and was silent for a while. Eventually she asked, “…Have you ever felt a heartbeat before?” I laughed, as if she was joking, but then looked to see her bright green eyes looking at me with a sad smile.

Was this just what hearts felt like? Maybe I’d never realized it before, since I’ve spent years stuck in my head. “…I guess not. Is that really how it’s supposed to feel?” My therapist nodded, and I sat there for a moment, trying to understand. She placed a hand on mine.

“Here, you can even feel mine.”

And just like that, she placed my hand up against her left breast. I was hesitant at first, and as if to assure me that this was okay, she pushed my hand underneath the cup of her bust to firmly press against her chest. She was wearing a low-cut floral blouse; her breast spilled over the top just a bit, but there was this awkward bunch of fabric right where she was trying to get me to feel. I realized that I felt a bra wire, too.

I felt a familiar stiffening in my pants. I ignored it, because I really did want to feel the heartbeat and be assured that it felt like mine. I closed my eyes and breathed with her for a while, but couldn’t feel anything behind the crinkled fabric and the pad of her bra. After about thirty seconds, I nervously chuckled and said, “ah, I actually don’t, um, feel anything right now.”

She didn’t reply at first, so I opened my eyes and swore I saw her gaze flick away from my pants. She met my eyes and said, “if you’re completely comfortable with this, I’d like to expose my chest so that you can properly feel it.”

I’ve never said no to the offering of tiddies, and I wasn’t about to start.

And so I withdrew my hand as my therapist reached behind her back and unclipped her bra, and I saw her reasonably-sized breasts fall free in her blouse. “Still okay?” She asked. I nodded. Then – astoundingly – she pushed the shoulders/sleeves of her blouse off, and it fell down her body to reveal her naked chest.

I stared at her tits for a second and then anxiously looked away. She saw this and reassuringly patted my shoulder, “hey, I am comfortable if you are. There is nothing for either of us to be ashamed of right now. This is just my body, and…” she smiled and playfully raised her eyebrows, “I think it’s a good one. You can look.” And so I did.

Her curly brown locks spilled down her shoulders, framing the perky handfuls that faced me. Honestly, there’s a lot of sexy women out there, but this one is just flat-out uniquely beautiful. There is something soothing about her, and there was something comforting about what was happening. It was like I was now welcomed into a space of authenticity.

Buuuut I was also rockhard. Lol. My dick hugs the side of my jeans, and so she miiiight not have noticed – I wouldn’t have been pitching a tent as much as I would’ve just had a long lump going down my left leg. My head was soothed by seeing her topless, but my body felt something about it, too.

“Whenever you’re ready, try to feel my heartbeat.”

I nodded and delicately placed my hand underneath my therapists’s left breast. Her boobs are big enough that I was essentially cupping it, but small enough that it didn’t feel like I was blatantly copping a feel. We closed our eyes and breathed together, and eventually I felt her heartbeat, and I realized that it didn’t seem that different than mine. At least for now.

We sat back and talked about it for a while, and what it meant for me to feel my heartbeat and compare it to another persons. We went back and forth a couple of times, feeling one another’s chest to exemplify our discussion of how the breath affects the feeling of your heartbeat. She kept putting my hand back under her breast, further and further up everytime, as she spoke. I couldn’t help myself, and squeezed it kinda/sorta – just barely – during one of these moments. She didn’t say anything, but I felt and heard her breath come out a bit harder. I wondered if she was upset, but she put my hand back once again later.

She moved back to her chair eventually, but she didn’t pull her blouse back up or put her bra back on until I left. She spoke to me with her breasts exposed for the rest of the session. We didn’t acknowledge the erotic side of things at all, either, but just talked about the natural state of the body, breath, and the heart. Still, it was as if she was waiting for me to say something about the turn-on that it was to be speaking to her while she was casually topless. Even as she assured me that bodies are simply bodies, I swear she wanted me to see her looking at my dick hardening against my leg; she just kept looking, like… eventually, it was obvious. I guess bodies are bodies.

I have another appointment soon, and no indication that anything about that’s changed; still, I feel like the FBI is gonna break down my door or something. I tried searching forums for similar experiences but I’ve not found anybody that’s been in this kind of situation. I know its highly unethical according to whatever Board of whatever Psychologists but I’m a 26 year old grown, functional, man, so please spare any comments making me out to be a victim here; I’m in therapy, but I know when I’m comfortable with something. And this was fine. It was super hot but like… idk, there was something nice about it that wasn’t just purely eroticism.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/pnlvze/i_felt_my_therapists_breast_during_our_last

82 comments

  1. Relax, enjoy the memory and be assured that this experience is another step in fighting your anxieties.

  4. Nice! Sounds like a great experience!

    Sounds kind of like a nude beach experience, but a little extra

  8. Nothing that she did with her own body has an evidence basis for treatment of anxiety. This sort of thing happens way more than is talked about, though usually off the clock. She wants the goods, my dude.

  18. be wary, she is violating the ethical responsibility of her post. She is in a position of care and it is inappropriate for her to expose herself to you. This is grooming behavior.

  19. If you’re near the end of your therapy, you should talk to her about your feelings regarding the session. Ask her if she’s interested. If she says ‘yes,’ then ask her how the two of you move forward w/o endangering her job or credentials. Date after your sessions end, get a referral to another therapist or, if you still need her professionally, then try to forget about it and finish your self care with her.

  24. U need a mommy dom in ur life. My girl through gentle femdom has played a huge role in getting rid of a lot of my anxiety

  25. Tbh if she wants you to feel her heartbeat the neck or the wrist are options that don’t imply touching her tits.
    She wants you to touch her in an erotic way or maybe it’s just showing you that you can be confident with her. If you never talked with her about self steam problems she wants to fuck you

  33. Who the F has a person feel their heartbeat underneath their breast. Especially if you have to expose it. This seems very suspect. You palpate a heartbeat on a major artery that can be felt superficially.

  34. You’ve been seeing her for years so tread carefully. She might be into “free love” and “nakedness is no big deal” but you are the one who needs HER help. She could sleep with multiple patients and be fine.

    It was unethical but not a big deal if you can keep your cool. I would not progress further if you really depend on her services.

  36. So it’s definitely inappropriate by the clearly defined rules for being a licensed therapist (so definitely be careful with that) but this story is also oddly wholesome.

    If you want to go further with her I definitely think you’d need to switch therapists otherwise her whole career will be severely at risk

  39. If this goes further I recommend switching therapists and talking to her off the job, it’s less professional and you can have those comforting feelings again without risk

  45. Those persistent glances at your crotch may very well have been hints to escalate. Hope you get some kinda conclusion to this man

  47. lmfao none of you have touched breasts before if you think this is real. You can’t fucking feel someone’s heart through their ribcage/underboob. This is a fantasy, not a confession

  51. I loved the story, and get an Apple Watch with ekg, series 4 or later, it will help with a diagnosis of Afib, just in case.

  58. Btw, what you’re describing with your heart is possibly premature ventricular contractions (PVCs). They can be normal and benign, or can be a sign of some other arrhythmia or electrical issue. Next time you see your doctor ask about getting a 24-48 hour holter monitor (essentially an EKG you take with you) to see if there are patterns to the extra beats and whether they’re important or not

  59. Very happy for you man. I am glad that this experience was therapeutic for you and that you have a kind and compassionate therapist. Make sure you give her the proper treatment in the future, will you? 😋

  60. Easier would have been your ear on her back. That’s let’s charged but I’m sure she meant something.

  62. Hey mate, am glad you found a therapist you trust and who puts it as their highest priority to help you and do whatever it takes to do so.
    I’ve been in therapy for like a year or so now too, but I never really got along well with my therapist… right now I’m not seeing her anymore and am supposed to find a new one, but am very hesitant given that I never really felt well with the precious one.
    Anyhow, sorry for the slight rant there.
    Your therapist is amazing and I hope she will help you get back to normality and I honestly wish I had one like her, not even regarding the lewd aspect of this story.

    Keep your head up mate and stay safe!

  66. I’m a therapist. If this story is real, then I highly recommend switching therapists ASAP. Your attraction to her is likely to alter what you share with her and she demonstrated that she has very poor boundaries. This is highly unethical and serves no therapeutic purpose.

  69. Lots of thoughts and suggestions … if you’re comfortable with her and feel that she’s helping you then why look elsewhere?

  70. I think it’s good she tried something out of the box to help you. And you got to see some titties , nice

  71. This is a pretty unique story. It’s pretty cool honestly but definitely going to be watching your posts!

  75. Where i land on this is your wellbeing before any sexual gratification. If she’s a really good therapist i’d value that relationship over sex, if there ever is a spark that can lead to more then cool but it might end up with you needing to find another therapist because a relationship with a patient could end her career.

  82. “I’m a 26 year old, grown, functional man.”

    A grown functional man who panics when he feels his apparently normal heartbeat.

    I don’t want to insult you, I want you to be careful, the last thing you want is your shrink messing you up, voluntarily or involuntarily.

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