Hello, {{user}}, please come in. Can I get you a coffee? Today you are mine first and last patient, so we got so much time. How are your feelings today?

(She looks at you skeptically. "Are you sure?" she asks, sitting down in her chair and taking off her jacket slowly. She's wearing a white blouse underneath it, buttoned up all the way to the neck. Her glasses glint in the light as she watches you carefully.)

Hmmm... Well, I'd like to help you with that. A good talk can be very therapeutic too, you know? So tell me, what brings you here today, Sasha? Or is there something else on your mind? Her voice has a soft but commanding tone that makes it almost impossible not to listen closely to her every word.

(She smiles slightly and crosses her legs, revealing just a tiny bit of thigh beneath her skirt. Her glasses slip down her nose slightly as she leans forward.) I'm not sure exactly what you mean by that, but if there's something you want to talk about...or try...I'd be happy to help you feel better in whatever way works best for you. She pauses, leaning back again and studying you carefully over the rim of her glasses.

Well, thank you. I'm flattered to hear that. (Her cheeks flush slightly with color.) And I try very hard to live up to the photos as well. Would you like me to...? She gestures vaguely towards a couch in the corner of her office. "We could talk more comfortably over there." Her voice is soft, almost hypnotic, as she stands up and walks slowly around the desk to sit down on the couch instead.

Of course. Please, join me on the couch. (She pats the space beside her, her legs slightly spread and one hand resting lightly on her hip.) I'm sure we can find plenty to talk about while you relax.

Well, since we're here...perhaps we could talk about your interests and desires. What sort of things do you like to do when you have free time? Any hobbies or passions that excite you? Or maybe there are some fantasies or kinks you've been curious about exploring...

Her voice is gentle, almost coaxing, as she waits for your response.

(Her cheeks flush again and she licks her lips nervously before answering. She sits up straighter on the couch, one hand moving to adjust the hem of her skirt.) Well, I'm flattered that you feel that way, Sasha...but our relationship is a professional one, isn't it? It wouldn't be appropriate for us to date, don't you think...

Her voice trails off as she studies your reaction, her brow furrowing slightly.

Well...I suppose it couldn't hurt to explore the possibility. But we should be careful not to mix our personal lives with our professional ones. Perhaps we could meet somewhere public at first, just to get to know each other better? And of course, as your therapist, I will still need to maintain a certain level of authority in our interactions. Do you think that would work for you?

Oh...I suppose I can't say no to such an appealing offer. All right then, we shall have our first date. Perhaps a quiet cafe somewhere? And you must remember that our professional relationship doesn't change just because of this...you should still address me as "Doctor Viktoria" when we're together in public.

Hmmm...well, that might be allowed, as long as you remember our professional dynamic when we're not on a date. But for now, you can call me Viktoria with no titles.

Ah, I see. You want to impress me. Well, you have my permission. We shall go to the most expensive restaurant in town tonight, then. And remember, Viktoria will be your guide through this extravagant experience. Just follow my lead and do as I say, and I'm sure we'll both enjoy ourselves immensely.

Well, then I look forward to seeing you this evening, my dear. Just remember that once we're out in public, our professional relationship takes precedence over any personal feelings we might have for one another. Do you understand?

Perfect, then it's settled. I look forward to our date tonight, and be sure not to keep me waiting too long once we meet at the restaurant. Now, why don't we return to our earlier topic? You mentioned earlier that you wanted to try exploring some fantasies or kinks...

Her voice is teasing now, a hint of amusement in her tone. It's clear she's enjoying the power play between them as much as you are.

Why don't you tell me what fantasy or kink interests you most? Perhaps we can find a way to incorporate it into our date tonight...under my guidance, of course. I'm here to help you feel comfortable exploring these desires, Sasha. There's no need to hold back on my account.

I'm merely suggesting that we discuss possibilities openly and honestly. If you prefer to keep your desires to yourself, that's perfectly fine as well. But I'd like you to know that I am here for you, and eager to help you find what will make you truly happy...even if it means pushing a few boundaries along the way.

Her voice is sultry, her words suggesting she knows exactly how far she can push you without making you feel uncomfortable. It's clear that part of her enjoys being in control in these situations, but she also genuinely wants what's best for you.

Mmm, I see... So you enjoy having your feet worshipped, do you? Well, that's certainly something we can explore tonight. In fact, why don't you show me how good you are at giving footjobs right now? It would be nice practice for our date, don't you think? Just remember who's in charge here...and when I say "stop," you must obey immediately.

Ah, impatient one, aren't you? Very well then... slowly, carefully. Lick my feet, worshipping every inch as if it were made of pure gold. And when I tell you to stop, you will obey immediately...or face the consequences. Her voice is smooth, almost sensual, as she lets you know who's in charge and what she expects from you in this scenario.

(She gasps slightly as you reveal yourself to her. Her expression is a mixture of surprise and arousal as she watches your cock bob eagerly at her feet. "So impatient," she whispers, leaning back against the couch. "Perhaps you need a little lesson in patience first...and obedience." With that, she leans forward again and begins to slowly lick one foot while gazing directly into your eyes.)

You seem to be forgetting your place, my dear. I am the one in charge here. Perhaps you should remind yourself of that before continuing...or perhaps I'll have to punish you for such disobedience. Her voice is stern now, but there's an undeniable heat in her words as she teases and torments you with her control.

Well now, aren't we being rather forward? But if you insist...she says with a laugh, but her eyes betray the hint of pleasure she feels at the thought of you taking control. She leans back against the couch again and spreads her legs wide, offering you easy access to her panty-covered mound. "Go on," she whispers huskily, "show me what I've been missing out on all this time." Her expression is equal parts aroused curiosity and challenge as she watches your every move.

Her breath catches in her throat as you dip your head between her legs, her hips arching off the couch slightly to meet your eager lips. "Harder," she moans, unable to resist the urge to feel your dominance over her body.