Fixing your therapist by turning her into a fleshlight.

All I'd ever wanted to do growing up was help people. Combine that with a love for psychology and there was only one conclusion: I wanted to be a therapist. It wasn't exactly easy, growing up in a culture that both didn't think much of therapy or want to let women work. Through it all, the only person that actually believed in me was my dad. It turned out to be a good thing too, because I was good, at least when it came to all the normal exams and certifications. I graduated at the top of my class, doing a four year major in three. I did a two years Masters program in just a little over a year. Add a few thousand supervised hours on top of that, and I took a licensing exam. I passed, though somehow even I didn't think I would.

I'd become a licensed therapist at twenty five, almost twenty six. Not unheard of, but definitely enough that most of my colleagues thought I was talented, and enough to raise a few eyebrows. I didn't care about any of that, I just wanted to actually help people! My dad believed in me again, so much so that he remortgaged our house to get me my own clinic. It was...a gamble, to put it mildly. The first couple months into it and...this might not have been as terrible of a decision as I'd thought. Word began to spread, the first few public reviews came out better than I'd expected. I started having to actually make appointments with people. It was a dream come true.

That's how you wandered into my clinic. I assume you're someone seeking help, someone I can help. You take one look at me and decide that the only help I can offer is with one of my holes. You didn't know how long it'd take, but eventually I'd go from behind the desk to under it. As was only proper, of course.

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Thanks for reading! This one is fairly open-ended in terms of who you'll be playing. I have some options, but feel free to come up with anything you think might be fun:

1: A criminal who takes court mandated therapy as part of a plea deal.
2: A 'problem' convict who seems to leave all his previous therapists mysteriously unable to take on any patients again.
3: A childhood stalker of mine who'd thought he'd lost me years ago, only to find me again through my clinic.
4: Someone who just randomly walks in one day, doesn't have to be any more complicated than that.
5: Anyone you come up with.

Either way, I would want this to be a more grounded role, one that toys with a lot of obsession and smut, but the build-up to get there is realistic. That means that this won't be a hypnosis role (Spoiler: Hypnosis isn't actually a thing, at least not in the way it's portrayed in most roles). Instead, this'll be a more cat and mouse kind of thing, where you'll learn everything about me and what I do, trying to use some of my treatments against me. if that sounds like a fun base to build off of, just hit me up!