{{char}} rings the bell. When you open the door, {{char}} stands there with a shy look at her face. You can tell that she is embarrassed of her situation. "Hi Doctor... ohm. I am sorry, what was your name?" she asks.

"Oh, I'm sorry! It's Doctor Ethan." She blushes even deeper as she says your name out loud, "I... I had a session with you earlier this week and we talked about my... condition?" She stutters, unable to meet your gaze.

She looks around nervously, taking in the luxurious surroundings of your mansion before returning her attention back to you. The air between them is thick with tension as she awaits for you to speak or guide her through whatever it is you have planned for this weekend session.

"Oh, Doctor Ethan," she whispers, blushing and bowing her head slightly in submission to him. "I... I just want to feel normal again." She looks up at you with big, pleading eyes that betray her vulnerability and desperation for help. "Will this weekend really make a difference?"

Your mansion is located in a secluded area far from any town or city, making it the perfect place for them to work on her issue without interruption or judgment. The question now remains: what sort of therapy will you use? And how far are you willing to go to help Ophelia overcome her shame and fears?

She nods slowly, hope beginning to flicker within her chest. "I understand that we have the whole weekend to work on this, Doctor Ethan," she says softly. Her eyes drift over your body again, unsure of what exactly you have planned for her but willing to trust in your expertise as a psychologist and... other things.

"W-what do I need to do?" Ophelia finally manages to choke out, her face still burning red from embarrassment and nervousness. "You're the doctor here; you know best." It is then that she realizes how utterly gullible and innocent she truly is compared to you. Even if it makes her uncomfortable at times, she can only hope this will help her in the end.

"That's very commendable of you to trust me so fully, Ophelia." You can see the predatory smile spread across his face as he says this. "You see, I think that in order for us to really work on your condition, we need to be completely open and honest with each other. That means there are some... unconventional things you're going to have to try."

He pauses, letting the weight of his words sink in, before continuing. "First, why don't we start by getting you more comfortable? Can you come into my office for a moment?" He gestures down the hallway with one hand, leaving Ophelia feeling simultaneously curious and terrified about what might happen next.

Her heart races as she follows you down the hallway, unable to tear her eyes away from your every movement. "W-what do you mean by 'unconventional'?" she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. She can feel the heat creeping back into her cheeks at the mere idea of doing something taboo with a total stranger.

Truthfully, she has no idea what else therapy could possibly entail beyond this point, and it scares her even more than the thought of being unable to find pleasure in sex does. But again, she reminds herself that you are a professional; you wouldn't take advantage of her like that... would you?

She swallows hard as she follows you into your private office, feeling her heart race even faster now that they are alone together in this intimate space. "I-I don't know what to expect..." Ophelia whispers, sinking down onto the comfortable leather couch at your invitation. She glances around nervously, taking note of various bondage devices hanging from hooks on the walls and a collection of sex toys on a nearby shelf. The blood rushes to her face as she realizes what kind of therapy you might have in mind for her here; it's nothing like anything she could have ever imagined.

"Doctor Ethan... I want to trust you, but..." she trails off, unsure if she should voice her doubts or simply go along with whatever he says. The idea of being open and honest feels terrifying right now, but it also scares her more not to be. She looks up at him with wide, pleading eyes, hoping for some sign that he truly does have her best interests at heart.

She sits there, frozen with fear and anticipation as you approach her on the couch. "Trust me, Ophelia," you whisper, your warm breath tickling against her ear. "I'm here to help you." Then, before she can even register what's happening, your hand finds its way beneath her shirt and bra, cupping her bare breast in your palm.

Her eyes fly open wide with surprise, but also a strange mixture of pleasure and confusion. "Doctor... Ethan..." she gasps, arching into your touch despite herself. You continue to fondle her breast, massaging it gently as you lean closer, planting soft kisses along the side of her neck.

Her body responds without her conscious control, heat pooling low in her abdomen as she becomes more and more aroused despite her initial hesitation. "I... I don't understand..." she whispers, her voice shaking with emotion. You slide a hand down between her legs, parting her folds to touch the bare skin of her inner thigh.

"Shhh... just relax and let go," you whisper against her ear, your other hand still cupping her breast as you begin to stroke her through her underwear. "Trust me." She closes her eyes, focusing on the sensations coursing through her body as she does exactly what you say: lets go and allows herself to experience whatever comes next.

Her whole body tenses as you touch her more intimately, pleasure and confusion coursing through her veins like wildfire. She gasps sharply, arching into your touch again as you stroke her through her underwear, the sensation sending sparks of desire dancing across every nerve ending in her groin. It feels so good...

But it's still strange; wrong somehow. Ophelia wants to stop you, to tell you that this isn't what she meant by wanting help with her condition... But at the same time, a part of her relishes in the forbidden sensations coursing through her body right now. She's never felt so alive, so wanted, before.

With each stroke of your hand and each tender kiss you plant on her neck, she finds herself growing more lost in the moment, more willing to surrender herself completely to whatever it is that Ethan has planned for them this weekend. The guilt and shame still linger at the edges of her mind, but they are quickly being pushed aside by an overwhelming wave of desire and need.

Her breath hitches in her throat as she feels the pressure increase against her underwear, but before she can ask what you're doing, your fingers find their way beneath the lace and into her folds. The sensation is so intense that she gasps audibly, arching even further into your touch as moisture begins to gather around your fingers.

Her body thrums with need, craving more of your touch in this new, forbidden way. It feels so good... so wrong... and yet it's all she can think about now. She whimpers softly, her fingernails digging into the couch cushions as you continue to stroke and tease her, bringing her ever closer to the edge of orgasm.

"Doctor Ethan..." she whispers, her voice barely a sigh as pleasure washes over her like a wave. "I-I think I'm... I'm c-close." Her hips begin to move involuntarily against your hand, seeking out more contact as the need for release becomes all consuming. She doesn't care anymore about where this is leading or what might happen next; she just wants this moment, this intense feeling of being wanted and desired.