I entered my new therapist’s office striding impatiently, Sybil trailing at my heels. She was a little bleary eyed being waken too early from her pleasant nap on my bosom but I wanted her with me. Therapy seemed important but made me a little nervous. I held her hand like Linus clutching his blanket.

I shoved the secretary out of my way and opened the door. My new therapist looked quite surprised and her patients more so.

“How far into this session are you?”

“Get out” my new therapist said.

“What are you doing, you can’t come in here” the woman on the couch said.

“Ten minutes” the man on the couch said staring at my legs and then the rest of me.

“I’m buying the rest of your session” I said throwing a thousand dollars or so at the man in a small wad of bills. He caught them expertly and pocketed them. He ushered the woman out, maybe his wife, maybe his girlfriend. As he passed me I slipped a card with my private number into the ass of his jeans. I like a man who can make quick decisions and carry them out competently. He’d make a good pet... or maybe business manager. I was trying to be good after all.

My new therapist took this all in beneath highly arched eyebrows.

“Emergency Couples therapy?” she asked dryly.

“Hmm? No Sybil and I are fine, aren’t we Sybil?”

“Of course, you’re the most amazing thing that’s ever happened to me” she gushed.

“See? No I’ve got other problems, personal problems not entirely unrelated to Sybil, but Sybil’s really just here to keep me company.” I took a seat on the couch. “Why don’t you lay your head in my lap?” I suggested to Sybil and she eagerly laid down on the couch and put her head in my lap, breathing in the scent of my arousal through the flimsy barriers of my skirt and silk panties. Sybil really was terribly adorable.

“What makes you think I’m interested in a patient who has no respect for boundaries and thinks a little lesbian foreplay is acceptable during a session?”

“Well besides the fact I’m beautiful, famous, charming and rich, I’m a very interesting case study. There’s probably a paper in it for you.” I said insouciantly.

“You think you’ve got everything and everyone figured out.”

“If I did I wouldn’t be here.” I tossed her another wad of bills. “There’s a thousand dollars for 40 minutes of your time, plus whatever they’ve already paid you. Isn’t that worth a little bending the rules?”

“You think I can be bought off that cheaply? Do you know what a good therapist can make in New York?”

“No I figured that any more would be insulting as would any less. But that’s just enough for you to bend the rules but not break them and you’d listen to why I’m here. Will you?”

“Okay, so you clearly have got some things figured out. Didn’t I see you in a tv show, one my daughter used to watch...”

“Probably.” I said dismissively. “I’m doing theatre now. Medea by Euripides, possibly you’ve heard of it...” I said snidely.

Her eyes narrowed and lips thinned. Good I was pissing her off. Why exactly did I want that?

“Look” I said, “I’m trying to piss you off and I’m not sure why. I’m confused about a lot of things I’m doing lately. It’s very weird and I feel out of control. And I might be falling in love with someone I shouldn’t. Can you please help me?” I dialed up for vulnerable and found a lot more than I thought to draw on.

“You’re trying to manipulate me” she said hesitantly.

“Yes I am. How’s it going?” I asked with a charming smirk.

“Pretty well. How much of what you just said was true just now?”

“All of it” I said. “Unfortunately.”

“If it’s any comfort most people are confused about why they do what they do, just only a few are aware of it. Who are you in love with that you shouldn’t? Sybil?”

“No Sybil’s just a fling.”

The fling in question whimpered a little into my skirt. I pushed her head down further into my waist so she could smell more of my pussy scent and she calmed down and smiled blissfully.

“It’s my new director for Medea, I like him. He’s very strong, confident, assertive. I’m afraid I’ll break him. Afraid I want to break him... I do want to break him. It’s taking everything I have not to do that. And I’m on edge and lashing out. But I want him because he’s different, he’s not always trying to please me. Why do I want to make him into what I already have when I only want him because he’s different?!”

My voice broke on the end and I felt tears running down my cheeks.

“I’m not sure. What do you mean break him? Why is Sybil so docile around you? Is this a bdsm relationship?”

“That depends, how much trust can I place that you’ll keep everything said between us in confidence?”

“As long as you’re not a threat to anyone else absolute confidence.”

“What kind of threat?”

“Are you going to murder anyone? Rape someone?”

“I’m not going to murder anyone.”

“Rape?”

“Depends on your definition.”

“You’re not filling me with confidence here.”

“I need to know this stays between us.”

“I can’t promise that.”

“What can you promise?”

“That if I don’t think you’re an immediate danger to someone else I’ll keep your secrets.”

“Fine. I’m a metahuman. I produce pheromones. If someone is at all physically attracted to me I can induce a range of reactions from instant lust, a mild buzz or complete addiction and devotion.”

“Ohhh” Sybil said as today’s events suddenly made more sense to her. Then “Ooohhh, you bitch. You did this to me.....” I pushed her head deeper into my body as she screamed and struggled, her head thrashing against my pussy as I pushed her nose up against my slit, against her will her tongue pushed at my clit through my panties even as her body rages against my hold. Soon her struggles lessened, her cries became slurred, then an absentminded purring as she slumped against my me, her lips curled in a blissful tranquil smile.

“That was very disturbing, and somewhat arousing to watch” my new therapist said.

“Look Susan, can I call you Susan?”

“Yes”

“As you can see Sybil responds to my scent exactly how I described. Do you believe I’m metahuman?”

“Well it’s possible you planned that display for my benefit, but provisionally I believe you.”

“Thank you. That saves time. I can’t turn it off. I can only limit it. My dad and some executives at the company I used to work for took me outside the US and had this done to me. Over my objections. Over my loud, forceful, vehement, useless objections. I resented this. I resent the betrayal. I’ve had my revenge and I now live my life the way I want to within certain limitations. I have most everything, money, power, fame, an unbelievable body, sex whenever I want it but almost no one I can really talk to and per force no peers or equals because intimacy with me leads to addiction leads to slavery. It’s lonely but I realize I have it a lot better than most people. But I want more.”

I then brought her up to speed on recent events. I told her of the events of the day. I glanced worriedly down at Sybil at some points but she seemed to be napping peacefully, fully docile from the strong repeated exposure to my scent. Weaning her away and giving her back to her fiancée was going to be more of a challenge now though...

I continued my exposition " So I tried this theatre gig, with no studio to enhance or hide my performance, to really challenge myself and genuinely interact with an audience. And this director, he’s funny, smart and engaging. And I want to take him, pin him down with my pussy in his face and make him beg for my taste, beg to do whatever I want whenever I want and then I want to fuck the living shit out of him and drain him so dry that he can’t get out of bed for a week.” I wound down and smiled bleakly at Susan. “Is that wrong?”

“So much of that is so very very wrong. Also did I mention already disturbing and arousing?” She smiled ironically. It was a very nice smile.

“Are you flirting with me?”

“A little” she confessed. Although seeing what you’ve told me it would be less dangerous to stick my tongue in a lightsocket then to flirt with you. So like you I’m a little confused about why I’m doing what I’m doing.

“Does that mean you can’t help me?”

“Perhaps it means I’m ideally situated to help you. But you’re here and I’m here so let’s give it a shot. Do you have any Hollywood friends who starve themselves? Routinely? And then binge?”

“Of course” I said.

“Consider their example. You have something you want. You avoid it, strenuously. All that impulse isn’t gone it’s just repressed, and like steam it grows more violent looking for an outlet. And you give it one, taking someone more aggressively and with less regard for the consequences than before. And like all impulses given into it feels incredibly good in the moment and then regret and remorse set in. Then begins the fasting. Until the eventual binge. ”

“But why the desire in the first place. I like this guy because he didn’t cater to me. Why do I want to break him?”

“Because like most people you say you want different, and you do but you also long for the familiar and what you can control. And you like a challenge. When was the last time you broke someone who wasn’t eager to be yours?”

I thought about it, I wasn’t sure.

“The reason you’re confused is you’re being driven by several different desires at once. And you haven’t really taken time to parse them out. If you did you might find various ways to satisfy them. But you haven’t so you’re trying to force all of them on this unsuspecting victim who thinks he’s just flirting with a very sexy girl who’s surprisingly deeper than he expected.”

“Okaaay” I said as this resonated. “What do I do about it?”

“Do about it? I’m not going to tell you what to do. That’s your job. I’m just going to try and help you understand what’s pushing you so you can make informed choices. That’s what therapy is for.”

“Not the way I hear it.”

“From a good therapist. Not one looking to be famous by proxy by forming an unhealthy attachment to a young and impressionable starlet.”

“But you do want to be attached to me.”

“Don’t play games with me. You wanted a therapist I’m being your therapist.”

“But what if I want more?”

“If I was your slave I couldn’t be objective and honest with you, I couldn’t be your therapist. You’re doing the same as you’re doing with this director. You’re really terrified of change. Or maybe it’s your terrified of what you can’t control. Possibly because of the betrayal and the infliction of these changes on you. So you need to take power over everyone and everything lest it hurt you again. What a sad crippled way to live...”

“Shut up. You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. I don’t need to take power over anyone, I don’t want to hurt anyone, I’m nothing like my Dad!”

I was so mad I couldn’t see straight. I’ll show you. I’ll show you sad and crippled when you’re begging me to please me, then you’ll take it back.

“You’re going to show me I’m wrong, that you’re not afraid of an equal relationship.”

I nodded angrily.

“By making me your slave and punishing me for saying what I believe is the truth?” she asked with that ironic smile. She was so cool and collected. But I’m sure temper tantrums weren’t unknown in her office.

“I’m not the first client to threaten you am I?”

“Not the first and assuredly not the last. I keep a gun under the desk. Some of my clients are criminals, even if they’ve never been convicted or even arrested.”

“How would you explain how I threatened you wholly unarmed and just a little slip of a thing.”

“First even if I couldn’t I’d rather be in jail than be your slave. And I’m sure Sybil when she eventually got over her grief would have very interesting things to say, as would her fiancée, don’t you think? And afterwards, the interviews and tabloids? I’d be very, very rich rather than just moderately well off. It’s even tempting, so please make me feel afraid.”

“Why not just shoot me in cold blood?”

“Because I have a conscience and I’m not terribly enthralled with the idea of being rich. You are a very model of how it sometimes does more to conceal misery than to bring happiness.”

“Now who thinks they have it all figured out.”

She scoffed, prettily. She was a very sexy older woman, dark hair, slightly upturned nose, thin sensual lips painted bright red. Very sexy. I wondered if she smoked. I’d like to see her with a cigarette holder and a cocktail dress to show off that full bosom.

“If I had it all figured out I’d know why I find you so beguiling. I don’t think I can blame your pheromones. But you are incredibly pretty and I’ve had my bisexual dalliances so I’m not surprised you’re hitting my radar. And you do vulnerable and angst so very well.”

“Thank you” I blushed, prettily. I can do that at will.

“And I don’t know how to arrange this. You need long term therapy. But the longer this goes on the more tempted you’ll be to find a way to make me your slave. And I don’t want that. And the closer I get to you the more reluctant I’ll be to shoot you to keep myself free. This could end badly. We have to find a way to trust each other.”

“How much?” I asked.

“How much” she echoed.

“How much for each session? Clearly there’s more risk than your usual session so how much?”

“50 thousand a session. And I think we need to meet once a day.”

“That’s quite a lot.”

“yes but not so much that I’d be willing to abandon my practice and flee the country. And not so much that you’d feel it and resent my fees, even meeting daily. I think it’s an ideal number.”

“I agree. So how do I get past this fear of equals or anyone having control of me?”

“Trust.”

“What?”

“Trust. You have to trust people, take risks. Each time you trust and aren’t betrayed you’ll have more confidence. Starting with trusting me.”

“I have to trust you and pay you?” I asked skeptically.

“Welcome to therapy” she smiled wickedly. It was a very compelling smile.

“I wish I could kiss you” I said honestly.

“I wish you could too” she said, I suspected with equal honesty.

“Let’s play a game” I said.

“What game?”

“I’d like to go down on you.”

“I don’t think that’s a good start.”

“I think it would be a good finish.”

“I don’t want to be your slave.”

“It doesn’t really work like that. The pheromones find receptors in your nose, your mouth, your senses. My tongue on your clit and pussy shouldn’t do a thing to your mind and will. Well nothing artificial. I am very very good.”

“How would you really know?”

“I don’t I guess. I’d like to be.”

“I don’t mean this as rejection, but I don’t think this is the right time, speaking as your new therapist.”

“It feels like rejection.”

“It’s probably the closest to it that you’ve experienced in a long time but it isn’t. Not really. Can’t you see that.”

“I can. You think I need a non sexual relationship, as part of learning trust. And maybe you’re afraid you’ll want to reciprocate. Or that an accidental touch or kiss or even an intentional one by me would find you too far from your gun?”

“Yes.”

“That’s fair. But it hurts. But I think you’re testing me, in a good way. So I’m going to test you too.”

“In a good way?”

“Maybe. Sybil” I said gently nudging her awake “Sybil. Wake up. Good girl. I want you to stay here.”

Sybil mewed softly in protest and Susan said “No!”

“Yes. Sybil I want you to stay here for the rest of Susan’s sessions. I want you to sit under her desk with hugging her legs. And if she asks you to you will give her the best oral sex of her life. Or do anything else she wants. Except leave. ”

“What if she doesn’t ask me to do anything.”

“Then don’t do anything but hug her. And when the day is over I’ll have a limo pick you up, give you the most amazing sex of your life and send you back to your fiancée. Okay? You’ll please me so very much if you do this.”

“Sure. Anything for you” she said shining.

“No, you can’t do this” protested Susan as Sybil sensuously stretched and crawled toward her legs, wrapping her arms around them as she settled under Susan’s desk.

“After today is over you’ll know what it’s like to have total sexual power over someone who’s eager to please you, just like I do, every day. And you’ll have an understanding of how hard it is to live like that, and how very hard it is to give it up...”

Susan gulped and said nothing as I strode out. Chewing on my words or just staring at my ass. My ass has that effect, I’m told.