#therapistdad

There is nothing stronger than giving in to someone better than you.

There is nothing stronger than letting go and allowing someone else to do your thinking.

There is nothing stronger than making others happy by sacrificing your own comfort.

There is nothing stronger than admitting not everything is about you.

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.

From stories of your childhood to your current woes, it was clear you were lacking a strong sense of direction. A voice to guide you. A strong hand to lead you places you only imagined existed. I knew I had to do whatever it took to be that.

It wasn’t easy. You knew to be distrustful of a man wanting to be so important to you, even when you couldn’t verbalize it. You always knew in the back of your head that I could be just another man with sick desires, but with time those voices quieted. And slowly you started to accept dad’s my warm love and comfort. You started following my advice, and you saw results in your life. You started achieving real happiness. Happiness you only saw online and in fantastical daydreams with your hand down your pants. And god saw that it was good.

Now you understand that listening to me is for your own good. Now you understand that I only want to see you blossom and grow. Now you understand daddy your therapist would never hurt you.

Now you’re mine.

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.