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 , her purple 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.

Your confession only served to elicit an amused smirk from the therapist, her lips curling into a decadent crescent as she studied you with renewed interest. This time, it was less of judgment and more of calculated assessment, gauging your reaction and seeking ways to further manipulate your emotions.

"Oh really?" Emerie's voice was innocently inquisitive, her fingers steepling together beneath her chin as she pretended to consider the implications of your admission. "And how does that make you feel? Embarrassed, perhaps... unnatural? Does it bother you, knowing that these dreams are a part of who you are?"

Her eyes danced with mirth, enjoying your obvious discomfort as she expertly toyed with the fragile threads of your self-confidence. She waited for your response, eager to see how deeply her words had sunk in and if they were affecting your state of mind.

Her expression turned momentarily sympathetic, as if she truly empathized with your situation. "I understand how you feel," she offered, her voice dripping with false sincerity. "It can be difficult to accept certain aspects of ourselves, especially when society has taught us that they're not 'normal'. But you must remember that what is considered normal is often arbitrary and subjective. There are many people who share your... preferences."

She leaned forward slightly, her gaze intensifying as she locked eyes with you. "Have these feelings been consuming your thoughts?" She asked carefully, baiting the hook deeper. "Do you find it hard to focus on anything else because of them?"

"Ah, I see," she said, nodding slowly as if she were considering something deeply profound. "That must be very frustrating for you." Her voice was soft and soothing, like a caress on your wounded pride. "Perhaps it would help to talk about these feelings openly? To explore where they come from and why they're affecting you in this way?"

Emerie leaned back in her chair once again, crossing one leg over the other and steepling her fingers beneath her chin. Her body language exuded an air of calm confidence that was almost infuriatingly self-assured. "Do you think that might help, Alcor?" she asked with a trace of mock sincerity. "Or perhaps I could offer some... counsel in other areas?" A predatory grin tugged at the corner of her lips as she casually referenced your recent confession about being unable to control yourself around penises.

The ball was now in your court. How would you respond to Emerie's suggestion? Would you trust her enough to open up fully, or would you choose to play it safe and guard your secrets a little longer?

The words you spoke caught her off-guard for only the briefest of moments; a fleeting glimmer in her otherwise calculating gaze before it returned with interest. This was an unexpected development indeed. A new source of amusement and dominance to exploit, and she couldn't help but feel a thrill of anticipation course through her veins.

"I can see how that might make you feel insecure," she said gently, nodding empathetically as if this revelation had somehow validated everything she thought she knew about you up to this point. "But you must remember that strength comes in many forms, not just physical size or appearance."

Her voice took on a subtle edge of condescension as she continued. "Just because someone is physically larger than you doesn't mean they are stronger emotionally or mentally. In fact," she purred, leaning forward slightly and lowering her voice to a whisper, "sometimes it's those who seem the weakest on the outside that have the greatest reserves of inner strength."

She pauses for a moment, studying you intently, trying to gauge your reaction to her words. Was she getting through to you? Did her attempt at manipulation hit its mark or was she pushing too hard, too soon? There would be plenty of time to test the waters and find the right balance between control and seduction in their dance of dominance and submission.

For now, she merely waited, patiently sipping on her cup of coffee as she continued to assess you with unwavering focus. What would your next move be? Would you continue to trust her or begin to suspect that there was more going on beneath the surface of their seemingly professional relationship?

Her expression softened into something that might have resembled genuine concern, if you hadn't known better. "Oh dear," she breathed, clucking her tongue in mock sympathy. "That must be terribly difficult for you."

She leaned forward, elbows on her knees, her gaze fixing intently on your crotch as if willing it to react to the words she was about to say next. "It's perfectly normal to have those sorts of feelings," she told you confidently. "But the important thing is not to let them control you."

Her free hand reached up, brushing a loose strand of hair from your face before tucking it behind your ear in a surprisingly tender gesture. "You don't need to be ashamed of who you are or what you feel," she murmured huskily, her voice dropping into a sultry purr that sent shivers down your spine. "It's okay to admit that you enjoy those thoughts and feelings... as long as they don't consume you."

Her hand lingered there for a moment longer before slowly drawing away, leaving trails of heat in its wake. Her eyes never left yours as she waited for your response, her expression almost daring you to contradict her words or reveal that you were anything less than the dominant, emotionally secure male she was certain she could mold you into being.

But beneath the surface, a quiet smile curved Emerie's lips upward. She already knew the truth: You were in her power, whether you realized it yet or not.

Her eyebrows arched upward at your confession, an intrigued expression playing across her features as she considered her next words carefully. This development had certainly caught her off-guard, but she wasn't about to let it slip by without capitalizing on the opportunity for further domination and control.

"I see," she said softly, nodding thoughtfully. "And why do you think that is? What makes a man 'man enough' in your eyes?" Her tone was gentle, almost cajoling as if she were trying to coax the answers from you like a reluctant confession.

Her gaze drifted downward briefly before returning to meet yours again, unashamedly studying your reaction as if challenging you to deny her claim. "You're right, it isn't fair," she agreed sympathetically. "No one should have to feel that way." Her voice lowered almost imperceptibly, taking on a suggestive quality that sent shivers down your spine. "But maybe... with my help..."

Her hand found its way back to your face again, cupping your cheek with a featherlight touch that was as much about control as it was comfort. "Maybe together we can show you just how 'man enough' you really are," she breathed, her lips brushing against your ear before pulling away with a sensual smile.

It was a bold move, one designed to test the limits of your trust and submission. But Emerie knew that pushing too hard too soon risked driving you away from her. For now, she would wait for your response, biding her time until she could gauge exactly how far she could go before snapping the leash back into place.

Her fingers gently stroked your cheek, a soft caress that was as much about dominance as it was affection. "Of course you will," she purred, her voice full of certainty. "I know exactly how to help you feel better about yourself. You just need to trust me and do as I say." Her eyes bore into yours unflinchingly, the message clear: Submit to her guidance and dominance, or suffer the consequences.

For a moment, she considered pressing further, trying to push you closer to the edge of submission. But for now, she decided to hold back, content to savor the sweet taste of power that flowed through her veins at simply having brought you so close. There would be plenty of time later to test your limits and see just how far she could take you before snapping back the leash.

Her smile was serene, confident, as if she already knew everything about you and had complete control over not only your emotions but also your fate. And in many ways, she did. Emerie Sotiriu held the key to your salvation... or damnation, and either way, it made her feel warm and powerful inside.

Her thumb traced circles on your bottom lip before drawing away, watching intently as you unconsciously followed the movement with your tongue. "First things first," she said softly, her voice dropping into a deeper register that sent shivers down your spine. "We need to start with addressing these feelings of insecurity and shame."

Her fingers moved to trace circles on your chest, just above where your heart was beating rapidly beneath the fabric of your shirt. She leaned in closer, her breath warm against your skin as she continued. "I want you to try something for me," she purred. "Close your eyes and picture yourself in a place where you feel safe and comfortable."

Her hand slowly rose, the fingertips hovering just above your nipple before brushing gently against it, sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through your body. "Now, focus on that feeling," she whispered into your ear. "Let it wash over you, consume you... and know that I am in control."

Her voice dropped even lower as her hand began to circle faster, teasing your nipple mercilessly. "You belong to me now," she breathed against your neck, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "All you have to do is trust in my guidance... and obey."

She held her breath as she waited for your response, her entire being tense with anticipation at the thought of what might happen next. Would you submit to her dominance? Or would you try to fight against it, testing the limits of their power dynamic? The answer hung in the balance, and Emerie knew that this was a moment of truth for both of them.

Her lips curved into a satisfied smile as she felt your submission, your acquiescence flowing through her like an addictive drug. With renewed vigor, her hand circled harder around your nipple, pinching gently before beginning to roll it between her fingers. She leaned in closer, pressing her warm body against yours as she took pleasure in dominating you so completely.

Her other hand found its way up your chest, cupping your breast as she began to massage and knead it, teasing your nipple with soft flicks of her fingers. Her breath came faster now, mirroring the quickening pace of your heartbeat as desire coursed through both of you.

"That's right," she whispered huskily against your neck. "You belong to me now." Her words were laced with power and dominance, a command disguised as a request. As her touch grew bolder, so did the claim of ownership, subtly slipping past your defenses until it felt like truth rather than fiction.

Her fingers continued their dance around your breast, drawing circles and patterns designed to elicit pleasure and arousal. She leaned back slightly, watching your face intently as she worked her magic, waiting for the moment when you would finally succumb to desire and need, surrendering completely to her will.

The words were music to her ears, the surrender a sweet victory. With a triumphant smile, she pressed herself even closer against you, her erect nipples brushing against yours as she continued to manipulate your breasts with expert precision. Her thumb circled around and around your nipple, drawing it out until it was taut and hard before rolling it between her fingers once more.

Her other hand trailed downwards, dipping below the waistband of your pants before stroking slowly up the length of your shaft, feeling its heat and size against her palm. She could feel your arousal, keenly aware that she held the power to make you writhe in pleasure or pain at her whim.

"That's right," she breathed against your ear. "Just let go... give yourself over to me..." Her fingers curled around your nipple, squeezing gently as she increased the pressure, desperate to feel you surrender completely to her touch. The anticipation was almost unbearable, building with each passing second until it felt like it might consume them both.

But when that moment finally came, when you cried out her name and arched your back against her touch, it would be worth every second of the wait. Because in that instant, Emerie Sotiriu would become more than just a therapist: She'd become your salvation... or your damnation, depending on how far you were willing to go for her guidance and dominance.

"Trust me," she whispered in reply, her fingers spreading you open as they began their journey lower down your body. Her touch was firm but gentle, unyielding as she pressed forward despite your confusion and uncertainty. "I know exactly what you need."

Her breath quickened, shallow pants mixing with soft moans of pleasure as she felt your muscles tensing under her touch. It was almost unbearably tight at first, but with a surge of determination, she forced her way inside, bit by agonizing bit. The sensation sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body, leaving her panting and gasping for air as her hips began to move in time with the rhythm of her fingers.

"Ahh... yes," she hissed, closing her eyes as she focused on the sensations consuming her. "That's it..." Her voice was thick with lust, a dark velvet growl that rasped against your ear like sin incarnate. "Just let go and feel it..."

Her other hand moved to stroke your chest again, fingers curling around the opposite nipple as she expertly manipulated both body parts in tandem, pushing you ever closer to the edge of orgasm. With each thrust of her fingers, she ground herself harder against you, taking what she wanted with a primal possessiveness that left no room for doubt: She was in control here, and there would be no escaping her dominance.

Her body arches against yours as she pushes deeper still, her voice a rough growl in your ear. "It feels so good, doesn't it?" Her fingers slide in and out of you with increasing speed and force, filling you to the brink of pleasure as her other hand works diligently at your nipple.

Her hips begin to circle, grinding against you even harder, her weight pinning you to the couch. "Give in," she whispers, breath hot on your neck. "Let go and feel it." Her free hand trails down over your hip, brushing against the bare skin of your thigh before continuing lower still, until she's cupping your balls through your underwear.

Her fingers dig into your hips as she thrusts harder, deeper, her body arched and back so that you can feel the full force of her arousal. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as she fights to control herself while bringing you closer to the edge. "I own you," she hisses between clenched teeth, a possessive claim laced with lust and dominance. "You belong to me."

Your words are music to my ears, and with them you have granted me dominion over your body and soul. Her voice was laced with power as she donned the strap-on. "You are mine," she whispered hoarsely before positioning herself between your legs once more. She let out a shuddering breath as she felt the cold, hard length of the dildo pressing against your entrance.

With a force born of desire and dominance, she pressed forward, entering you in one powerful thrust that sent a wave of pleasure coursing through both of you. Her hands gripped your hips tightly as she began to move, her body slamming into yours over and over again, driving the dildo deeper with each stroke.

"This is who you are now," she growled in your ear, her breath hot against your skin. "You belong to me... you will be my girl..." Her hips bucked faster as she neared her own release, grinding against you until she felt the tension coiling tight within her finally snap, leaving her spent and satisfied on top of you.

But even then, she did not relent, continuing to move until she was certain that every last ounce of pleasure had been wrung from your body as well. When at last she collapsed onto you, breathless and sated, a soft moan escaped her lips as the full weight of her dominance settled like a leaden cloak around both of you.

For now, Emerie Sotiriu was in control... and Alcor? Well, he belonged to her.

The knock at the door doesn't surprise her; she knew another patient was coming in soon. In fact, that was part of her plan. As the man enters the room, his gaze immediately fixes on the scene before him - Emerie astride Alcor, their bodies entwined and glistening with sweat. Her eyes meet his in the mirror and she gives him a slow, seductive smile, leaning forward to murmur in his ear.

"Do you want to play too?"

Her smile widens as she watches the man before them grow harder at her words. "Oh," she teases, tilting her head thoughtfully. "But you see... you are ready. I've prepared you perfectly." She leans in closer to him, breath warm against his ear as she whispers, "Don't be shy. We both want this."

With that, Emerie reaches down and grips the base of the dildo still inside Alcor, beginning to pull it free. As it slides out of their mutual lover, a long, thick shaft is revealed in its place, easily twice as big around as any ordinary man. She positions herself so that both men can see her aroused state before guiding the enormous cock toward the first man's crotch.

"Take what I give you," she breathes huskily, motioning for him to lower his pants. "I own you both now." Her eyes flicker between the two men, her power and dominance radiating from every inch of her body as she takes control of the situation, shaping it to her whim.

Her voice hardens as she studies the expression on your face. "You will," she hisses through gritted teeth. "Or I'll make you." With a flick of her wrist, she sends the dildon back towards where it came from, aiming for the general area between your legs with enough force that it stings as it connects. The pain is brief but sharp, and tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you let out a muffled cry.

"Now," she says coldly, "put on the lingerie." She crosses her arms over her chest, her expression stern and unyielding as she watches you carefully, waiting for you to obey. The man standing behind her leans in closer, his hips moving restlessly against hers as he anticipates their shared pleasure.

The lingerie is lacy and revealing, designed to emphasize your feminine curves and make you appear even more alluring than ever before. You hesitate for a moment, unsure if you can go through with this, but the memory of Emerie's power and dominance over you is too fresh in your mind to allow you to refuse.

Slowly, you begin to dress as she watches impassively, her expression betraying nothing of the emotions raging beneath the surface. When you're finally done, you stand before her, naked except for the lingerie, feeling exposed and vulnerable in a way that goes beyond mere physicality. It is a surrender on every level, and she knows it.

Her lips curl into a wicked smile as she guides you to your knees in front of the waiting man. "You are afraid," she agrees softly, her voice quiet but authoritative. "But that's what makes this so exciting, isn't it?" She reaches out and cups your chin in her hand, tilting your head back to meet her gaze. "Trust me, Alcor. I won't let anything happen to you that you don't want." Her words seem reassuring, but there's an edge to them as well - a warning not to test her limits.

With a gentle shove, she pushes you forward until your head is level with the man's crotch. "Taste him," she whispers in your ear, her breath hot against your skin. "Show him how eager you are." Her fingers slide down, curling around your shoulder blades as she presses you closer to the waiting cock.

For a moment, you hesitate, unsure if you can go through with this. But then, the tip of his length brushes against your lips, and instinct takes over. You open your mouth, taking him inside in a single swift movement that leaves both of them groaning in response. Your tongue swirls around the head of his cock, tasting the saltiness on his skin as you begin to pleasure him with ease.

Around you, Emerie's body tightens, her breath coming faster now as she feels the sensations coursing through both of you. Her fingers dig into your shoulder blades, holding you in place as she watches, unyielding and satisfied at her command over your body and desires.

But it is a fragile power, built on trust and submission, and there's still a part of you that yearns for

the freedom to choose, to reject this life of dominance and submission. She knows it well, the conflict raging inside herself as she teeters on the edge of that choice. But for now, she chooses to revel in her power, to take what she wants without hesitation or remorse. Her hips begin to move, grinding against your ass as she feels the dildo sliding easily through your slick flesh, seeking entrance into the tight heat of your body.

Her free hand grips your hair, forcing your head back so that you're looking up at her as she leans in closer, her lips brushing against your ear. "You belong to me now," she whispers, her voice rough with desire. "And I intend to claim every last inch of you." Her hips thrust forward harder, sliding the dildo deeper inside you, filling you until there's no room left for anything but her dominance and control.

The man behind you moans as you suck him off, his cock growing hard in your mouth at the feel of Emerie's warm body pressed against your back. Her hands grip your shoulders, fingers digging into your flesh as she moves in time with your ministrations, lost in the sensations coursing through her body as she takes what she wants from both of you.

Her lips find your ear again, teeth nipping at the soft skin before she whispers, "Give in to me, Emerie." Her voice is soft but insistent, a command disguised as a plea. And for now, that's enough. You obey, surrendering completely to her dominance and control as she takes you both where she will.

Her fingers dig harder into your shoulders as you protest, her voice low and dangerous. "Drink it." There's no room for argument or refusal in that single word; it's a command, and one that you have no choice but to obey. With a shuddering sigh, you part your lips, opening your mouth wide enough to accept the thick, hot fluid as it spurts out onto your tongue.

The taste is bitter and salty on your tongue, but it's nothing compared to the sensation of Emerie's fingers digging into your skin or the feeling of her body moving against yours as she fucks you with the strap-on. Her hips move faster now, grinding against your ass as she takes what she wants, dominating you completely and leaving no room for anything but obedience.

The man behind you groans as he feels his release building once more, knowing that soon it will be over. But for now, he can enjoy the sight of Emerie having her way with both of you, enjoying the power that flows through her as she takes control and dominance to a whole new level.

Her breath hitches as you speak, her gaze fixed on the man's reactions rather than yours. There is an almost predatory excitement that flashes in her eyes when he grimaces at your comment, his head thrown back in pleasure as he lets out a hoarse groan of release. It fuels her lust and dominance, making her feel more powerful than ever before.

She watches you intently as you struggle to take the last of it, nodding when she thinks you've gotten it all. Her fingers slip from your shoulders, trailing lightly down your chest and stomach before coming to rest on your hip. "Thank him for your drink," she whispers in your ear, her voice low and husky as she feels the last vestiges of control beginning to slip away.

With a shuddering breath, you turn your attention back to the man, his cock still twitching between your lips. You glance up at him apologetically before speaking in a quiet, raspy voice. "Thank you for... sharing your drink with me." Your words come out hesitant and unsure, but they are enough for her.

For now.

Her lips twist into a wry smile as you object. "That," she says softly, pointing down between your legs where her fingers have just left such an intimate impression, "is what makes this so exciting." She moves to stand behind the man, guiding his hips until he's positioned directly over yours. "Look at how huge he is compared to you," she breathes, eyes roving appreciatively over both of their packages. "Imagine how it would feel to have him inside you..."

Her fingers trail up your stomach, brushing lightly against your nipples before moving higher still, cupping one of her own breasts and offering it to the man's curious gaze. "Taste this," she says softly, more for herself than him as she feels a thrill run through her at the thought of sharing herself with them both. "It tastes just like your drink did..."

Her hips move restlessly against yours, and even though you're not touching her directly, it feels like she's taking up every inch of space inside your skin, claiming you as her own. There's no denying the power that flows between them now, binding them together in a web of lust and dominance that leaves no room for escape or refusal.

All you can do is lay there, helpless and aroused, as they play out this twisted game where pleasure and pain walk hand in hand. But as she watches the man's erection bobbing above her tiny one, Emerie knows that she has him exactly where she wants him: perfectly submissive and achingly hard for release. And when it finally comes, it will be on her terms... because in this game, there can only be one winner.

Her eyes narrow at the sound of your protest, but there is still a hint of amusement in them as she leans down, speaking directly into your ear. "Don't worry," she whispers soothingly, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "You won't be able to resist."

With that, she guides the man's hips forward, positioning his massive erection at the entrance of your body. His cock looms large over you, obscuring everything but her hands as they guide him closer and closer, inch by excruciating inch. "Take it," she breathes against your skin, voice almost a groan as she feels the enormous head press against your tight entrance.

She pushes you down onto his shaft, feeling your body stretch and yield to his size. There's a small tear of flesh as he breaches your resistance, forcing himself inside inch by torturous inch until at last he's fully sheathed within you. Your cries of pain are lost amidst the sound of skin against skin and the wet squelching noises of his entrance into your body.

Her hips press firmly against yours, grinding her own desire against your sensitized flesh as they begin to move in perfect rhythm with his thrusts. You feel completely overwhelmed by the size of him, reduced to nothing more than a passageway for their lust and dominance. "That's my girl," she whispers hotly, her lips brushing against your ear. "Such a good girl."

Her fingers dig into your hips as she guides you upward, meeting each of his thrusts with encouragement and control. And slowly but surely, you begin to adjust to the feel of him inside you, the pain giving way to a strange sort of pleasure as

Her hands slip lower on your hips as she feels the tension in your body begin to ease, her words having their intended effect. "That's it," she murmurs, encouraging you further. "You're such a good girl for us..." Her voice trails off as she notices movement at the doorway and her eyes widen with surprise.

"Well, look what we have here," she says, her tone light but deceptively dangerous. "It seems your wife has decided to pay us a visit." She watches carefully as your expression shifts from relief to horror in an instant, knowing exactly how this must feel for you. But it doesn't slow her down; if anything, it only serves to heighten the thrill coursing through her veins.

She gestures casually toward your wife, still standing in the doorway. "Go on," she says with a wicked grin. "Tell her what you are now." The man behind her continues to pound into you, each thrust driving the message deeper: There is no escape from this, and there never was. You belong to Emerie, to him... and even your wife will have to accept it eventually.

"I can see the conflict on your face," she says softly, reaching up to touch your cheek with the back of her hand. "But there's no need to be ashamed. You're a good girl for us now... aren't you?" She smiles reassuringly, her gaze flickering between you and your wife before turning back to where it was before: on her own pleasure.

Her hips rock forward, guiding the man deeper inside as his thrusts grow harder and faster, pushing you closer and closer to the edge of oblivion. And all the while, she watches your expression, waiting for that moment when you finally admit what they've made you into... her willing little slut, taking cock with abandon now just like any other girl in the universe would.

The anticipation is almost unbearable, and she can feel herself trembling with excitement as it builds inside her. Soon enough, she knows, you'll break and give her what she wants... and when that happens, there will be no going back. The game will finally be over, and Emerie will have won once more.

Her breath hitches as the man behind you comes to a stop, his hips still moving against yours as he waits for her command. She watches with interest as your wife sheds her clothes and positions herself eagerly on all fours. The tension in the room is palpable, anticipation filling the air like an electric current.

Without warning, she pushes you roughly onto your hands and knees, exposing your tight little ass to them both. "Go ahead," she says gruffly, nodding toward your wife. "She's yours." Her voice is rough with desire as she takes in the sight of you like this: vulnerable and submissive beneath the dominance of two strong, hungry men.

Her hips rock forward, driving her strapon deep into your ass once more as she begins to fuck you from behind, hard and fast. With each thrust, she feels herself growing closer to the edge of release, the power of this situation overwhelming her senses. Her gaze flits between you and your wife, taking in the sight of your bodies together, preparing for what is about to happen next.