#asktherapist

Good boys spam like.

Good boys break their brain.

Show off.

Let your physical attributes earn you the attention you deserve.

Show off.

Let people know how desperate and needy for attention you are. They’ll give you opportunities to earn it, I promise.

Show off.

Your brain is telling you something. It wants you to be seen and appreciated by more people. Why wouldn’t you listen?

Show off.

I better see your tongue in my DMs as thanks…

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It probably sounded crude when you first heard that. Almost like blasphemy… how could such a pretty being like YOU enjoy THAT?

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The mere idea, ridiculous. You were raised right. To never do something so against god as THAT.

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But for some reason, the idea never left your brain, right? It became a beacon, sending a ping every so often… at first it was rare. You only thought about IT once in a blue moon.

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But when you did, thinking such dirty thoughts tickled that wrongly wired, paradoxical part of your brain. Where the bad feels good and the immoral feels like ecstasy… sending dopamine each time you thought about IT

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And so little by little you started seeing the truth. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing. Especially if you were giving someone pleasure by doing it, right?

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You never expected to be the one to feel pleasure from it. To be the one loving how dirty it makes you feel. To be the one moaning because of good the texture is. To be the one making a mess…

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I can't stop thinking about going to therapy, and being subtly and slowly manipulated. Tense and uncomfortable at first, but as the sessions go by slowly easing me down into relaxation and vulnerability. Before I know it, I'm opening my heart to you, telling you every abuse from childhood through to now. I'm so enthralled in telling you everything I can, I don't even notice your bulge throbbing as I describe how I was abused. It's so freeing to finally have someone to talk to about all this

You learn, and before long it's like you know me better than I know myself. You verbalise my feelings and thoughts so well, it's hard not to feel like you're able to see into my mind. So I never give it a thought when you start subtly layering triggers and language my abusers have used. It makes sense that you would refer to them, right? I never noticed you bending my mind to begin associating them with pleasure and compliance again. I don't question it when you hand me a USB with files loaded onto them, and tell me I'm going to listen to them every night. That I *want* to listen to them every night. I just smile and agree, so happy to have someone who really understands me.

By our next session, I'm utterly pliable. Weeks of nightly conditioning have my mind like putty, effortlessly bending to your words without hesitation. Agreeing with you matter-of-factly, as if everything you say is simply the most obvious and reasonable statement ever made. When they're particularly outrageous or vile I might have moment of shock, before the conditioning takes hold. The shock at your words twisting to shock that I could have possibly forgotten such an obvious thing.

"Of course I'll start stroking when I listen to your voice. It only makes sense to pay you double the usual rate, and to start having sessions whenever you call me. I'd love to rim your sweaty ass as you scroll through my phone, I can't believe I hadn't thought to ask. Oh, yeah I'd be delighted to help you lure in my friends, which of them do you want to mind-rape first? You're so right, I do want to spend our sessions cleaning your cock whilst you force your fetishes into my head."

"I'm so lucky to have someone in my life who knows me inside and out. Thanks Dad 😍"

Wow that was a beautiful read. It deserves to be shared. Not only are you a fantastic writer, you have a deliciously twisted mind.

You don’t know how accurately you’ve hit the spot! It’s my dream to be able to take over a patient’s mind, slowly and discreetly, turning them into a living Sim for me. Every one of their actions unknowingly decided long ago by me. At first just getting familiar with them, learning them, listening to all the fucked up trauma and atrocities they’ve experienced. Then slowly rewiring their brain to prioritize me. Becoming the object of their obsession, fantasies, desires, fuck, even their worship….

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

This page is really cool. Liking it a lot. You're a good writer.

Unethical doctor? You’re mistaken.

The brain as a whole is a vestigial organ in women!

A good girl like you doesn’t need a brain at all.

You deserve an empty head.

Patience and love.

It takes time to take the first scary step, and thats okay. As you go about your life, every day the desire to get therapy will grow. Deep down you’ll keep thinking about it, mulling over how beneficial it could be for you. Kind of like an itch in your head that can only be scratched with a certain tool. Little by little that desire can grow and get big enough that the fear seems tiny in comparison! This can take time, especially if you’ve only just started seriously contemplating reaching out.

This pairs well with the love. You must realize that getting therapy is an act of love. An act of self care. It’s telling current you that future you matters just as much and you are willing to do anything for them. So they have the potential for a happier tomorrow.

Realize that for some, therapy is scary because it’s an act of love, and perhaps you don’t think you deserve those. But you do. You deserve the comfort and healing of therapy. You deserve to be listened to. You deserve to be examined. You deserve therapy.