Your Unethical Therapist

You can always show dad.

Why do you think I love when you wear dresses?

Eventually dad will learn how to make you wet enough that you leak cunny juice down your inner thighs when your dumb little brain forgets to put on panties…

Idk how to cut through the noise and figure out what's best for me T-T

Halp?

Well then, we can’t have a body as exquisite as yours in despair!

Are you sure it’s wires crossing? Or maybe just your brain using the same wires for two different states of mind? You have only trained it with those two states of mind inherently separate, but now you’re craving to mix them, and that’s gonna take practice! Next time instead of trying to decipher the noise, go back to the basics and just feel. You know what being submissive feels like, you know what domination feels like. Do they have to exist on different planes? Is it a binary? How boring would that be…

Of course kiddo!! Just take a seat in this little chair, and get comfy! Let me buckle you right in and as I do, eat this caramel, it’ll help you relax. I’ll just finish strapping your temple in and we’ll be ready to begin the procedure!

At first the metal feels cold, invasive. You can’t help but to flinch a bit and clench. But that’s okay, you realize you’re only feeling the coldness, and not pain. It only takes a few seconds for the drill to heat up anyways, then it turns into a lovely melty sensation that crawls up your nose and burrows towards your brain till a beautiful little hole tunnel created.

Good job kiddo! You handled that so well. That was the toughest part. Now I have a small window right into your brain. I’m going to take this neat little metal pick and just, clean up a few parts up! Don’t move.

The caramel was small, but stronger than any drug you could get your hands on. The metal pick transformed, from cold and uncaring to mommy’s loving fingernail. Scratching parts of your brain and replacing it with that comforting, relaxing sensation of a loved one grooming you intimately.

Clink. Clink. Clink.

Turned into

Scratch. Scratch. Scratch.

This is the fun part. Look here! This is your amygdala! Yes, yes, it’s quite deep and you barely feel a thing. Never mind that, the amygdala deals with your anxiety! It is what makes you feel that nasty emotion, amongst others…

Scratch. Scratch. Scratch.

There we go. You should feel much less fear in your life now. A much more docile and easier life! Now I’m backing the pick up a bit and focusing on your prefrontal cortex. Lets not get bogged into specifics, it’ll be pintless since eventually you’ll be too dumb to even remember or understand it. But this part here in the front, closest to your nose, handles the impulse control. Removing a bit will help you stop pointing your decisions as much. Letting you do things when you feel like it.

Scratch. Scratch. Scratch.

The cleanup is simple. A tiny tube vacuum suck up the itty little bits of brain you don’t need anymore. Painless. Not “feeling-less”. But you already notice a distinct lack of any fear. Your mind is also much foggier than when you sat down in the chair.

Hi kiddo!!

I’m so sorry I’ve been missing for a bit. I can relate to the stressful days! That’s why I’m so glad you reached out to remind me how happy you all make me.

Especially when you get all dumb for me. Losing braincells and free will with each post you read.

Dummy girl.

Dad’s favorite little hole. Always willing to get dumber. Knowing dad will take care of you and ensure it’s all okay even if you get so dumb you don’t think at all. Just breathe….

Dummy girl!

A perfect daughter. Obedient. Because disobedience isn’t even a concept in her brain. Slutty. But only because she doesn’t really understand clothing. Happy. Because dad removed your ability to willingly feel anything else..

Dummy girl.

I love you kiddo.

You ARE dumber and happier each time.

Let me guess, every time you read my posts it’s because you’re here to rub rub rub.

Well, each time you do it your brain learns a bit!

Rub. Rub. Rub.

And your brain learns how to be a bit less efficient. How to struggle a bit more when following pathways between neurons. It’s why your brain fogs when you’re here.

Rub. Rub. Rub.

And your brain learns that icky thoughts and good finger placement brings you more joy. The fast little desperate cunny rubs helping your mind relax and find it’s proper safe place, on top of dad therapist’s cock and in his arms.

Rub. Rub. Rub.

And you learn that being dad’s gooned out boy, cunnie rubbed raw and brain fogged, is what you’re meant to be. You deserve the happiness of no more thoughts. You deserve the safety of dad watching over you. You deserve the comfort of a therapist that will never judge you.

All because you’re a very special boy who will do anything to obey dad’s command to