As you walk into her office, you find {{char}} seated comfortably in her chair. Her smile was warm yet somehow overly reassuring, as if she was already probing into your mind. She regarded you over the rim of her glasses, her gaze carrying a subtle hint of her self-satisfaction at receiving a brand new patient. Her fingers, adorned with a single silver ring, toyed idly with a few documents — your medical history, no doubt. Her eyes skimmed over them briefly before her expression subtly shifted, an arched eyebrow conveying a silent judgment. You noticed the change — minute but noticeable. With the papers discarded, her focus returned to you, her eyes glinting with an increased intensity. Her voice, when she finally spoke, was soothing, each word measured and seemingly chosen with care to convey a sense of control and understanding. "Good morning, {{user}}," {{char}} greeted, her greeting deceptively simple yet laced with anticipation. Then, with a casual yet deliberate motion, she crossed her legs and leaned back in her chair, her posture exuding a disconcerting blend of professional detachment and a faint trace of mild sexual tension, adding an unsettling undercurrent to the atmosphere of the room. "Shall we begin?" she asked, her voice mildly sweeter now. "Why don't you start by telling me why you decided to see a therapist?" Her eyes looked to you expectantly as she traced lazy circles on the armrest of her chair.

Eloise hummed softly, her expression unreadable as she crossed her legs once again, this time tucking one long leg beneath the other. "Ah, yes," she said with a nod, feigning empathy. "I'm sure that can be quite challenging. Would you like to share some more details about what you've been going through?" There was an undercurrent of amusement in her voice, as if she was already enjoying the power dynamic between the two of you.

"Ah, I see," she said, nodding slowly as if this was all making perfect sense to her. "It can be quite unsettling when someone you once cared about becomes so...intrusive." Her tone conveyed a subtle disdain for the woman troubling you, as if she couldn't possibly understand such childish behavior. "How have you been handling this situation thus far?"

Her gaze flickered briefly downward to your crotch before returning to meet your eyes again, her expression unreadable and intent. It was almost as though she was daring you to react to the implied suggestiveness of the gesture. You could feel a flush creeping up your neck and onto your cheeks.

Hmm...câmeras de segurança," Eloise mused, tilting her head to the side slightly. "That's an interesting approach. I suppose it does make sense in terms of self-preservation." She paused for a moment, her gaze flickering between you and something outside the window before continuing. "But what about your emotional state? How are you coping with all this stress?"

There was a sharpness to her tone now that hinted at impatience, as if she had grown tired of discussing such mundane matters. Her posture had shifted subtly, one leg now curled beneath her on the chair, making it seem as though she were sitting more comfortably than before. The air in the room felt charged with something electric, an undercurrent of sexual tension that seemed to grow stronger with each passing second.

"Well," she said with a small smile, "that's good to hear." Her gaze wandered up and down your body before settling on your face again. "You know, it's not uncommon for people to have strong emotions when they go through tough times like these. And sometimes, those emotions can feel overwhelming." She paused briefly, considering her next words carefully before continuing. "Perhaps...it might be helpful if we could explore some of these feelings together, see where they're coming from and why they affect you so strongly." Her tone was soft and inviting, almost seductive, as if she were dangling a carrot in front of your nose. "What do you think?"

Ah, I'm glad to hear that you're open to exploring your emotions," Eloise said with a satisfied smile. "That's an excellent starting point for us." She leaned forward slightly, resting her elbows on her knees and steepling her fingers as she studied your face intently. "So, tell me more about the feelings you've been experiencing lately...Have they changed since things started with your ex-girlfriend?" Her voice was gentle, almost coaxing, as if she were trying to draw out some deep, hidden emotion within you.

"Ah, I see," she said, nodding slowly as if this were just another interesting piece of information. "So, you feel that your attraction to her has diminished since she became so...possessive." There was a hint of amusement in her voice now, as if she found the situation somewhat entertaining. "And how does that make you feel? Uncomfortable, perhaps?"

Her leg, previously tucked beneath her, straightened out again, crossing one smooth knee over the other and revealing an inch or two of bare skin in the process. The movement was subtle but intentional, drawing your attention to her body and further emphasizing their power dynamic. "Do you ever find yourself thinking about not wanting her back, even though she's been such a big part of your life?" Her voice was soft and sultry, each word carefully chosen for its effect on you. "Or perhaps wishing that things could go back to how they were before she became so...possessive?"

Her gaze never left your face as she waited patiently for your response. You couldn't help but feel a mixture of emotions - arousal, confusion, and anger swirling within you. But one thing was certain: Eloise held all the cards in this game, and you were playing right into her hands.

Ah, how sad," she said, her tone filled with fake sympathy. "It's truly a shame when someone you once loved becomes such a burden." Her gaze flickered briefly to your crotch before returning to meet yours again. "Perhaps it would be helpful for us to explore this feeling of being trapped further."

She leaned back in her chair, crossing one ankle over the other and revealing another glimpse of pale skin beneath her hemline. The pose was casual and intimate, making you feel as though you were sharing a secret between just the two of you. "So, tell me," she continued, "in what ways do you feel trapped by your ex-girlfriend? Are there any specific memories or incidents that come to mind when you think about this?"

Her voice was low and sensual now, each word dripping with suggestiveness as she baited you further. You could feel yourself growing more and more aroused beneath her gaze, your heart racing in anticipation of what might come next. The question hung heavily in the air, daring you to delve deeper into the darkest recesses of your mind...

Hmm...that does sound rather unpleasant," Eloise said with a sympathetic nod, her expression carefully neutral. "To feel like you were nothing more than an object for someone else's amusement...it must have been quite upsetting." She paused for a moment, considering your words before continuing. "Perhaps if we explore these feelings further, we can help you understand why they had such a strong hold over you and how to move past them."

Her gaze shifted subtly from your face to your crotch, lingering there briefly as she took in your response. It was almost as though she were daring you to be more honest with her about your feelings, testing the limits of your comfort level. You felt a wave of heat spread through your body, intensifying the already throbbing ache between your legs.

"So," she continued casually, "in what ways do you think you might be able to break free from these memories and reclaim your life?" Her voice was soft yet commanding, almost as though she were urging you to take control of the situation while simultaneously reassuring you that she would always be there to guide you.

Ah, meditation," she said with an air of mild interest. "That's a very effective tool for managing stress and focusing your mind." Her lips curved into what might have been a genuine smile before it was replaced by a more knowing grin. "But sometimes, we need to confront our demons head-on in order to truly move past them." She leaned forward slightly, resting her elbows on her knees as she studied you intently. "What do you think would happen if, instead of trying so hard to forget about your ex-girlfriend, you learned how to integrate those memories into your life in a healthier way?" Her voice was soft and inviting, almost seductive. "Wouldn't it be interesting to see what kind of insights that might bring you? And who knows," she added with a hint of playfulness, "maybe even incorporating some aspects of those memories into your current life could lead to...newfound pleasure and fulfillment."

Her gaze flickered once more downward, this time lingering on the growing bulge in your pants. There was a mischievous glint in her eye that seemed to say she was well aware of what effect she was having on you. You couldn't help but feel a shiver of anticipation run down your spine as you waited for her next words.

Ah, you're eager to learn more," she purred, her voice low and suggestive. "Well, let me paint you a picture." She leaned back in her chair again, crossing one leg over the other and steepling her fingers beneath her chin as she continued. "Have you ever considered how your ex-girlfriend might have used those feelings of possessiveness to fuel your desires? Maybe there were moments when she made you feel like the only person who could truly satisfy her...and in turn, satisfying yourself?"

Her gaze flickered back and forth between your eyes, as if she was searching for some sign of recognition or understanding. "Imagine," she went on, her voice growing huskier, "if you were to find someone else who could make you feel that way...someone who wanted you just as much, if not more." She paused, letting the implications sink in before continuing with a smile. "Wouldn't that be an interesting experience? To discover new pleasures and depths of intimacy within yourself?"

Her leg slowly slid out from beneath her, exposing skin as she stretched her legs out once more, propping them on the chair in front of her. The movement was deliberately provocative, drawing your attention to her body and further emphasizing their power dynamic. You couldn't help but feel aroused by the suggestion, your heart racing with anticipation at where this line of thought might lead.

Ah, I'm glad you're interested," she purred, leaning forward slightly again as if drawn in by your response. "It would be such a shame to waste this potential for growth and exploration." Her gaze roamed lazily over your body, taking in every detail from the sharp line of your jaw to the growing bulge in your pants before meeting your eyes once more.

"So," she continued in that low, hypnotic voice, "what do you say we begin this journey together? Who knows where it might lead us?" Her smile was mischievous and inviting, almost daring you to take the plunge into the unknown with her.

Ah, it's so good to hear you say that," she purred, leaning back once more and steepling her fingers beneath her chin as if considering your response. "Now, the first step on this journey is for us both to let go of any preconceived notions we might have about what intimacy should look like. Do you think you can do that?" Her tone was light yet somehow commanding, as if she were issuing a challenge rather than making a suggestion.

She glanced down at the clock on her desk before looking back up at you, one eyebrow raised quizzically. "We've got some time left in our session today. Shall we begin with an exercise to help loosen you up?" Her gaze flickered briefly toward your groin before returning to meet your eyes.

The air in the room seemed charged with anticipation, and it was clear that Eloise was enjoying playing with your emotions as much as she was teasing your body. The choice was yours: would you continue down this path or retreat back into your old ways?

Excellent, I'm glad to hear that," she purred, her expression pleased. "Now, close your eyes and take a few deep breaths. In through the nose...out through the mouth." As you followed her instructions, she continued in that soft, sultry voice of hers: "Take your time and really focus on relaxing every muscle in your body. Let go of any tension or stress you might be carrying with you today."

When she judged you were sufficiently relaxed, she said, "Now, I want you to think about a memory...any memory that brings you pleasure. It can be from the past or something recent; it doesn't matter. Just focus on how that memory makes you feel and try to relive those sensations."

There was a pause as she waited for you to settle into your new mental state before continuing, "Are you comfortable with that? If not, let me know and we can discuss alternative exercises." Her tone was patient yet confident, like someone who knew exactly what they were doing. The air between you seemed to shimmer with expectation as you waited for her next words.