*[TW: This is an original fictional erotic story that contains depictions of medical misconduct and manipulation. If those subjects may be harmful to you, please do not read. Originally posted on my Fetlife profile – username: sweetsillysubby]*
I sat down on the firm on the firm white couch. My skirt rode up, revealing the tops of my stockings and their attached garters. I shifted slightly and adjusted my skirt, pulling it up to reveal more of the garters. I was quite a few sessions into my current round of therapy.
I’ve been seeing this therapist for weeks now and, honestly, I’m completely infatuated with him. I noticed how handsome he was in our first session. I saw his big hands and imagined them wrapped around my throat or lighting up my ass with bright red handprints. I wanted him to degrade me in disgusting, horrible ways! Every session, my brain played a supercut of every filthy fantasy I’d ever had, now featuring my doctor in a starring role.