Tag: Therapist / Counselor

Guidance, Scene #01

GUIDANCE
SCHOOL COUNSELOR TAKES ADVANTAGE AND ROUGH FUCKS TROUBLED TEEN

SCENE opens on Jamie, a beautiful 18-year-old girl, as she sits at her kitchen table doing homework one afternoon after school. The student is copying notes from one of her text books when she hears a car pull in the drive and slam on the brakes. Panicking, she quickly gathers her things and rushes up the stairs, narrowly missing her father as he staggers inside. The mean-looking man slams the door and yells at the ‘bitch’ to get down and make him dinner.

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Jamie walks down the street in her school uniform, clutching her books. She looks shell-shocked and spaced out, almost bumping into a passerby as she stares ahead aimlessly.

CUT to a teacher’s lounge. Mr. Harris, the school’s guidance counselor, is eating his lunch when one of his colleagues asks to join him. They small talk for a few minutes about work before the teacher mentions having some concerns over one of his homeroom students. Jamie is a bright, gifted girl, but something has happened to her this semester. Her once-perfect grades are slipping, and her attitude has really changed. He is worried that something might be happening at home and asks Mr. Harris if there is anything he can do to help. With college applications coming up, the guidance counselor suggests that the teacher send her in to receive some mandated counseling. It’s normal for seniors this time of year and, while they are going over her post-secondary options, he will be happy to see if he can help in any other way. The teacher agrees and thanks him before excusing himself to get back to class.

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Mr. Harris sits in his office reading when there is a knock on the door. He quickly drops his book, reaches into his desk for some mouth wash, and gargles it into his coffee cup before straightening himself out and going to the door. Jamie is standing there meekly. She hands him a hall pass signed by her teacher and says she is supposed to see him for the college applications. Mr. Harris smiles and invites her inside, shutting the door.

Asking the girl to sit down, Mr. Harris takes a seat behind his desk and studies the girl. She is beautiful but broken, with closed body language and an anxious looking face. ‘You’ve never come to see me before,’ he begins. She shakes her head. He introduces himself and gives the girl a quick background on his role at the school. He has been a member of the faculty for two years. He has an associated degree in child psychology. He is a big believer in the importance of counseling, especially as it relates to later adolescence and the transition years between teenager to adult. He asks how old she is and Jamie, without making eye contact, tells him she just turned 18-years-old. He smiles. ‘That was a certainly an interesting age,’ he recalls. ‘There’s a lot of change happening in your life, isn’t there? Does it feel like a perfect storm?’ Jamie tries to change the subject. ‘My teacher said you had to talk to me about college?’ Mr. Harris stares at her for a moment, smiling, before snapping back to the task at hand. He asks the girl some questions about her school plans. Has she thought about what she’d like to major in and where in the country she’d like to study? Jamie seems very distraught, as she chokes out that she would really love to attend Northwestern … but she knows she isn’t going to be able to. Mr. Harris leans in and takes the girl’s hand. ‘You can do anything you put you mind to!’ He says encouragingly. Jamie looks down at them holding hands and seems very preoccupied by it. She even rubs her finger gently across his.

Mr. Harris pulls away and moves behind her. He starts to talk about his role as a guidance counselor. ‘I know you were sent in here to talk about one thing,’ he begins. ‘But I want you to consider this a safe space. A place where you can talk about anything.’ Jamie stares down at her feet and asks if she can be dismissed. She doesn’t need an application. Mr. Harris cuts her off. ‘Gone are the days where a counselor like me simply sits in their office handing out applications and waiting for crisis to occur.’ He says. ‘I’m here to listen and help you in any way I can, be it academic, developmental or even personal.’ Jamie looks up at him, her eyes welling up. From his vantage point, Mr. Harris can sneak a look down the white blouse of her uniform. He tries to avert his eyes, but the girl is very beautiful, and he can’t help himself. ‘Are you sure there isn’t anything you would like to talk to me about?’ He asks, gently putting his hand on her shoulder. This time, the girl doesn’t touch him back. She just starts to cry.

‘I can’t go to college … because my father came back home,’ she says tearfully. Mr. Harris asks her to explain and the girl confesses that her father had recently been released from prison. Her mother had no choice but to let him back in, even though he had always been a very bad man. In the last six months, he has gambled and drank all the money they had saved for her school. Now, mom is barely home, and dad is home too much. It’s getting bad. Mr. Harris hugs the girl as she confesses her family secrets. His hands slowly wander down her back and rest at the top of her school girl skirt. He closes his eyes, trying to remain professional while Jamie buries herself in his chest. ‘Does your father hurt you in any way?’ Mr. Harris asks nervously. Jamie nods into his chest, starting to rub her hands over the man’s back as she breaks down. Mr. Harris bites his lip, looking at the closed door of his office. ‘What does he do to you exactly?’ he whispers. She looks up at him. ‘He fucks me up,’ she says, kissing the counselor.

The troubled school girl aggressively kisses her counselor, backing him up against his desk. He tries to pry her off, telling her that it isn’t appropriate for him to be doing this. Finally, she slumps back into her chair. ‘I’m so messed up inside,’ she screams. ‘I don’t know what to do with myself!’ Not wanting to raise suspicions, Mr. Harris hushes her and darts over to make sure his door is locked. He stutters that everything is going to be ok, he won’t tell anyone what happened. She should consider him a friend. He tries to pinch himself to stop the growing bulge in his trousers. She looks at him, her mascara running. ‘Are you married?’ She asks. Mr. Harris nods. She puts her head in her hands. ‘I’m so sorry,’ she says, breaking down. ‘I’m just confused.’ Mr. Harris stares at her, conflicted between his attraction and his sense of duty. From his POV, we see him scan her body as she twitches in her seat looking up at him with doe-eyes. ‘It’s ok, Jamie.’ He says, opening his arms. She goes in to hug him again and they stare at each other, their lips inches away. ‘Will you tell anyone?’ She asks. He shakes his head. ‘Everything is confidential in this room,’ he finds himself saying. She bites her lip. ‘I need to feel something inside of me other than my father,’ she says back. ‘Can you please help me?’ There is a very long silence, as the sexual tension builds between them. Finally, unable to take it anymore, Mr. Harris throws the girl down on his desk, pulling down her panties and undoing his pants. He grabs his dick and stares at Jamie’s bare ass, as she turns back to him. ‘Please do it,’ she begs as the guidance counselor slides inside of her.

BG Rough Sex Scene. As they have sex, the broken schoolgirl demands that Mr. Harris fuck her harder and harder. Finally, he cums on her face.

Panicked by what has happened, Mr. Harris tries to wipe up the girl’s face and get her back into her clothes. ‘I think you should probably take the rest of the day off,’ he says nervously. ‘Just to give this a little space. I’ll write you a permission slip. Is there anywhere safe you can go?’ He starts to throw his own clothes back on and write up the slip on his desk, his hands shaking, as Jamie looks defeated again. She tells him she has nowhere to go. He suggests calling a friend. She throws down her bag and screams that she doesn’t have any friends. He suggests a women’s shelter again but, by this time, the girl has begun crying again. Frantically searching for ideas, he ends up suggesting she come to his house that night. ‘I can tell my wife it’s an emergency,’ he stammers. Jamie stops crying and nods, thanking the man. He tells her to sit tight while he pulls out his phone and dials his wife, his fingers now fumbling uncontrollably. As the phone rings, he motions to the girl to keep calm. ‘Hi honey…’ he says, his voice breaking.

The Psychiatrist, Scene #01

THE PSYCHIATRIST
Troubled Teen Mom Confronts Daddy Issues with Sadistic Shrink

SCENE opens on an close up of Sheila’s face, as she staggers down the road. The 19-year-old girl looks dazed. Her face is sweaty. Her clothes are wet and loose, hanging off her petite frame, and she is clutching a bundle tightly against her chest. She comes upon a shed and, looking over her shoulder to make sure no one is around, carefully places the bundle between some rocks at the back of the structure. A WORM’S EYE angle shows her staring down at it. She slowly starts to cry. Wiping her tears, she composes herself and walks off. As she crosses the front of the shed, a man steps out and catches her. Surprised, he asks if she is OK. Not wanting to get caught, she runs off without saying a word, wiping the frame and leaving the man to wonder what she was doing behind his shed. He walks around the back to take look and, after a moment, lets out a scream.

Close up of Sheila sitting stone-faced. She is handcuffed to a chair while a police officer stands silently behind her. A well-dressed man enters the room and approaches her. Putting his hand on her shoulder, he tells the officer to remove the cuffs and wait outside. When the officer exits, the man slowly removes his grip and sits down on a chair opposite Sheila. They survey each other for a moment before the man asks if she knows who he is. She has no reaction. The man introduces himself as Dr. Powell. He explains that he is a psychiatrist who has been appointed by the court in her case. She says nothing. Taking a deep breath, he asks if she knows why she is here. When she continues to be silent, he picks up his notebook and reads that she is here because of the June 7, 2017 incident involving her baby. Sheila looks away, to hide her reaction, and mutters something incoherent. Dr. Powell pulls his chair a little closer. He tells her that she has been charged with attempted homicide and, since she is 19-years-old, she is going to be tried as an adult. Her attorney, a public defender, is trying to build a case to prove it was involuntary abandonment. Right now, that defense is greatly dependent on this session. The psychiatrist’s role will be to examine her and provide testimony about her mental state. His recommendations will provide the legal evidence that her attorney is hoping for — proof that she was not of sound mind when committing the act.

He asks if she knows the difference between voluntary and involuntary? Turning to face him for the first time, she says blankly ‘Yes, I know the difference very well.’ Sensing her resistance, Dr. Powell sits back in his chair and smiles. ‘Involuntary is an unintential act committed by someone who has no spite or anger and no intention to cause harm.’ He speaks condescendingly. ‘It is very difficult to prove, especially in this kind of case, as I’m sure you know. But that’s why we’re here today … so, why don’t we start by you telling me what happened.’ Sheila turns away. Dr. Powell licks his lips. ‘How exactly did you get pregnant?’ He asks. She says nothing. He stands up, adjusting himself subtly. ‘Was it one of the boys from your school?’ He asks, glancing at his notes. ‘Oh wait … you don’t go to school. You haven’t gone to school since ….’ Sheila cuts him off and tells him that she’s homeschooled. Walking around her, Dr. Powell asks her to elaborate — what was it like to be taught by your parents instead of a regular teacher? Did it make you feel isolated to be away from other kids? Sheila stares down at her feet and tells him she wasn’t taught by her parents. She was taught by her poppa. Dr. Powell stops walking. He licks his lips again, trying to contain the smirk forming on his face. ‘Was your father a strict teacher?’ He asks. Sheila looks up at him. ‘My poppa is everything.’ She replies and begins to cry.

Indecent Exposure, Scene #01

INDECENT EXPOSURE
PSYCHIATRIST MANIPULATES GIRL AFRAID OF SEX INTO SLEEPING WITH HIM

Jane (Ella Knox) waits in the reception area of Dr. Bishop’s home office. She is very nervous and agitated. The door to Dr. Bishop’s office slowly creaks open. Dr. Bishop (Alex Jones) emerges from the office, telling her to please come in. The camera follows her as she enters the office. Dr. Bishop closes the door and motions for her to sit down in a separate area of the office away from his desk where there are two chairs across from each other, mentioning she should get as comfortable as she likes. She sits in a chair that faces away from his desk. Dr. Bishop formally introduces himself. Jane nods but otherwise doesn’t respond. ‘I understand that you have been referred to me by Dr. Hill?’ The girl nods shyly, yes, she utters. He continues, saying that as he understands it, Dr. Hill is retiring. That kind of change can be very disruptive to a patient’s therapy, but he is here to make sure that the transition is smooth, Dr. Bishop continues, walking around behind the chair that she sits in. What brought her to therapy?, he asks. Jane looks a bit thrown off – doesn’t he have her file?, she asks. Yes, but he wants to hear it in her own words, he says. Jane takes a deep breath. ‘Well, Dr. Hill says I have a fear of…intimacy,’ she says slowly. She’s having trouble articulating her real issue to a stranger. ‘I’m afraid of…sex,’ Jane finally admits. ‘Can you help me?,’ Jane asks softly, hopeful. ‘I assure you, this is exactly my area of expertise, and I will do EVERYTHING in my power to help you,’ he says.

‘Let’s talk specifically about your phobia. Fear of sex. Do you have a guess as to how this started?’ Jane fidgets and says ‘no’ evasively. ‘And HAVE you had sex before? Or has your fear always stopped you before?’ Dr. Bishop asks. Jane looks increasingly uncomfortable. Yes, she has, she says quietly, looking down at her lap. ‘Can you tell me how old you were when you lost your virginity?’ he asks. She guesses it must have been about…4 years ago? She’s 22 now, so it was when she was 18, Jane answers. ‘Describe it to me,’ Dr. Bishop says after a moment, unzipping his fly again. Losing her virginity?! Does he really want her to describe it to him?, Jane asks incredulously. Yes, he says matter-of-factly, since she has a crippling fear of sex, they need to isolate the root cause of it, he says evenly, as unbeknownst to her, he unzips his fly and takes his dick out. He slowly inches it towards her face, but Jane is too in her own head to turn around and notice anything. ‘And take your time, dear,’ he finishes, ‘we’re in no hurry,’. Um…ok, Jane says reluctantly.

‘My parents were out of town and my brother was having a party, and it…happened that night,’ Jane says. Continue, Dr. Bishop says. ‘Well, the party was really fun, and I went to my room for a minute to touch up my make-up and…someone came in…it was this guy I knew. We had both had had a few….well let’s just say we both had had a few, and I guess that gave him the courage to tell me that he had a crush on me, and before I knew it, things were out of control and I was…naked with him, and…it happened,’ Jane says, exhaling loudly as she bites her nails. Please, be specific, Dr. Bishop prompts, pacing slowly behind her as he holds his cock and lightly waves it close to her, coming extremely close to her head, but not touching it. He tells her that to help, she can perform a relaxation exercise as she recounts the story. He tells her to lay her head on the back of the chair and close her eyes, and to focus on nothing but her words as she speaks. Jane does as she’s told. Dr. Bishop lays his hand on her shoulder, offering her words of support as he continues to stroke his hard dick with his other hand. After a moment, Jane speaks. ‘We started kissing, and he…took off my shirt, and then…I just did it cause I felt like…I had to,’ Jane says, her voice quivering with emotion. Abruptly he pulls his cock away and efficiently puts his dick back into his pants, zipping up as he says ‘That can be enough for now, Jane. Please open your eyes.’

Jane opens her eyes and turns in her chair to look at him. He leans on the edge of his desk, smiling kindly. ‘Take a deep breath, I know that was hard, but you’re safe,’ Dr. Bishop says. Jane exhales loudly, trying to steady herself after reliving the memory. The doctor remarks this was clearly an incredibly painful and traumatic experience, and in admitting what occurred that night, she has already made significant progress, he says. He is more convinced than ever that that night is the source of her phobia and he now feels comfortable recommending an appropriate course of treatment, Dr. Bishop says. ‘Are you familiar with ‘Exposure Therapy’?’, he asks.

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Jane shakes her head. No, she doesn’t know what that is. He will explain, he says. ‘Exposure therapy is the practice of exposing someone to what they fear the most, demystifying the fear and thus removing it. You have been afraid of sex ever since that experience, so what exposure therapy means for you is that you need to have sex once more, to face that fear, and to overcome it. I believe that this is the only suitable course of action for you,’ Dr. Bishop says smoothly. Jane’s eyes go wide and her lip begins to tremble. No, no, no, she can’t do that, she WON’T do that, she can’t just will herself to have sex with some guy!, Jane stammers frantically, clearly terrified at the very thought of it. ‘Oh please do not misunderstand me, I’m not suggesting that you engage in some sordid ‘one-night-stand’. Exposure therapy must be administered very carefully and under the supervision of a professional, thus I am recommending that I be the one to…administer your therapy,’ Dr. Bishop says confidently and matter-of-factly. Jane’s jaw drops. ‘You want ME to…with YOU?! Are you crazy?? No way,’ Jane exclaims.

Dr. Bishop moves towards her. He smiles down coldly. ‘I do not take this lightly and only recommend this because I truly believe that this is the correct treatment, but let me be very clear: if you do not want to do this, which is, of course, your right…’ at this Dr. Bishop lays a hand firmly on her shoulder. She flinches a bit, but his grip is tight. He continues speaking. ‘I’d only see one possible future for you: you would walk out of this office and resolve that you will fix your problem on your own. And maybe you will have some progress at first, but you will eventually revert back to all your old fears, all your old phobias, and you will live the rest of your life terrified. You will not be able to maintain relationships or experience any sort of closeness and ultimately any true pleasure. Before you even realize it, your life will be over. You will die alone, with no one by your side. And that future, for you or for any of my patients? That is MY greatest fear,’ Dr. Bishop says. Jane looks confused, wrestling with what he has just told her. ‘You can’t know that this is what’s going to happen!’ Jane says, almost pleads. He has been a psychiatrist for almost 15 years and his experience tells him that this is exactly what will happen, he says patiently. ‘Don’t you want to be happy?’ he asks. Jane still seems uncertain but looks up at him with a hopefulness, as if to say: please, please help me. ‘Ok, if you promise that it will help me,’ she says softly and reluctantly.

Dr. Bishop asks Jane to stand up and face him. Mentioning that any sexual encounter begins with the participants getting naked, he tells her to remove her clothes. Nervously she strips down, exposing her huge tits. Dr. Bishop tells her to lie down on his desk. She hesitantly complies and he spreads her legs, getting his first look at her tight pussy. He lowers his face to it, burying his tongue in her juicy mound. Jane is still uncertain, but can’t deny how good his tongue feels on her clit and moans loudly. As she gets more and more into it, Dr. Bishop eats her pussy hungrily. Soon, it’s time for the next phase of her treatment, and Dr. Bishop has Jane get on her knees as he frees his cock from his pants.

But Jane’s therapy is just beginning, and before her fear of sex is cured, Dr. Bishop is going to expose her to things that she never even DREAMED of…

You’re Safe Now, Scene #01

YOU’RE SAFE NOW
TROUBLED VIRGIN EXPLOITED BY SOCIAL WORKER AFTER BEING RESCUED FROM CULT

SCENE opens and a fragile-looking girl (Whitney Wright) nervously shuffles along the walkway to the doorstep of a social worker’s house. She is clearly not comfortable, looking a little paranoid as she glances around her as if checking that there’s no one laying in wait around the next corner. She’s easy to startle, flinching as a car drives by in the background. She lets out a shuddery breath to calm herself, then hugs herself, trying to provide the comfort she’s been deprived of for so many days.

She steals a moment to brace herself on the steps, telling herself that she can do this. Just as she lifts a hand to knock on the door, the door opens, revealing a man (Derrick Pierce) with a warm smile. Lily jumps with surprise and he apologizes, saying that he saw her through the window. He seems approachable. He says that she must be Lily and invites her in after introducing himself as Aiden Taylor, her social worker. She seems to relax slightly — only slightly — with his warm greeting.

She steps inside the home, thanking him for seeing her, though hesitantly comments that she was surprised he asked her to come to his house, not his office. Aiden replies that he likes working from home since he finds that people who have trouble trusting others — like many of his clients, perhaps even like her — feel more at ease meeting in a comfortable, inviting setting than in a big cold corporate office. He’s worked a lot of cases and the home environment seems to work best, especially for teens who are often otherwise distrustful of authority figures.

She pauses a moment and responds that she guess she can see that, sure, warming up a little to his attempts at putting her at ease. He sees she is still a little skittish and smiles, reassuring her that she doesn’t need to be afraid anymore as he puts a firm hand on her shoulder. Lily tenses and he immediately pulls back with an apologetic look, gesturing instead with that same hand for her to head towards the office. As he does, he promises that she’s safe now, but as he closes the door, there’s a glimpse of a smile turned sinister.

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Lily and Aiden step into the home office, which is warm and inviting. There are two armchairs in the office facing each other. A desk might be present, but Aiden opts instead not to sit behind it, taking instead one of the two chairs facing each other. Aiden gestures to and pats the other chair across from him, encouraging Aiden to sit, as he sits opposite of her. He keeps a comfortable and standard distance from her of about three feet to promote intimacy. She’s nervous as he picks up a notepad and pen. Her posture is closed off, with her shoulders pulled in, her hands fisted tight against her lap.

Aiden and Lily begins discussing the case. To start with, he just needs some basic information to make sure everything gets processed correctly. He asks to check the spelling of her name and her birthdate. She gives her name and birthdate to him, and he asks if that means she’s 19, which she confirms. He also asks about her family, which makes her shift uncomfortably. She gives the names of her parents, as well as her younger sister, Emily. He asks how old Emily is, seeming intrigued — she’s Lily’s YOUNGER sister, right? Emily confirms yes, she just turned 18 this month. Only a few days before they ran away, in fact. Aiden seems pleased with this response.

Aiden then uses the tried-and-true method of small talk for easing her into the session. He talks about the weather, and she mentions that the weather was really nice for walking to his place. It felt like she was seeing everything for the first time. Aiden asks her how does she mean seeing everything for the first time? She shrugs, looking a bit sheepish as she admits that the sun is brighter, the wind warmer, the birds more cheerful… Emily was so excited when she saw a florist shop for the first time a couple days ago, Lily adds with a small but fond smile. The flowers were so colorful, like the ones just outside on Aiden’s street. ‘Father Warren used to say that boastful colors were the devil’s palette, so we only had white flowers in our homes.’

Aiden then continues, probing more into the situation. He starts by asking how many days she’s been in the city? She says it’s only been a week? She remarks that it’s hard to tell because so much has happened — it feels like her head is still spinning. He asks her where she’s staying, and she says that they’re at a local shelter. He asks her how the conditions have been and she admits they aren’t great, nothing like how things were at the compound.

Aiden assures her that it’s normal for her to feel anxiety, but that she’s doing fine. He then asks her to discuss the commune. She’s still uncertain, looking around nervously while rubbing her arm or biting her bottom lip. Aiden assures her that everything they discuss is strictly between them. He’s there to help her. She gazes at him for a few moments, choosing to trust him, then explains how her parents have both been part of the commune since before she was born, they were some of the first members to join. It was the only life she’s ever known. She didn’t think anything of it until a few months ago when she started hearing rumors. Aiden asks her what rumors she’s heard. Lily is quicker to respond now, desperate to be heard as she leans forward in her chair, becoming more animated.

She says that she heard that their leader, Father Warren, was taking girls into the barn to… to DO things to them… ‘What KIND of things?’ Aiden asks, leaning in as if almost perversely wanting to learn more, his warm presence starting to shift to something unsettling. Since she’s so desperate to get everything out into the open now, she doesn’t catch onto Aiden’s change of demeanor. She says she’s heard that he takes them back there to have sex with them.

‘And why did you feel uncomfortable about the rumors? …Is it perhaps because you secretly wanted to be one of those girls?’ Aiden asks, still in a professional tone, which seems creepier now because of the nature of the questioning and the way he seems even MORE focused on her. His eyes even flicker over her body briefly, which she catches.

She closes her body off again, gasping. ‘No, of course not! Why would I want that?’ she exclaims. Aiden slips back into a practiced smile as he leans back into the chair. He apologizes to her for making her uncomfortable, explaining that he’s worked with many troubled teens that developed attraction towards the men that have been exploiting them. He invites her to continue speaking.

Lily is a little wary again now, but continues talking, unable to help herself. She NEEDS to be heard! She says that ever since she started hearing the rumors, it was like a fog has been lifted. She noticed other strange things, too, like how everyone seemed TOO happy, but any time she tried to talk to her parents about it, they denied everything. Finally, she decided that she NEEDED to get Emily to safety. She couldn’t let Emily be the next one that Father Warren decided to be sinful with. They fled, having no belongings, no money, nowhere to stay… They got a ride to the city and have been staying at the women’s shelter for now, but it’s not enough. They can’t stay there forever. When she asked the homeless shelter volunteers, they referred them to Aiden, so that’s why she’s there. They said a social worker might be able to help her and her sister get the care and resources she needs to ensure that she and Emily are truly SAFE. She’s the big sister — she HAS to take care of Emily. She can’t risk them being sent back to that crazy place now.

Aiden says that he think he may be able to get them into a transitional home and goes to the computer to check. However, he’s not really looking anything up at all as he instead watches Lily from afar. After a few moments, he approaches her and says that he can help them. But there’s a lot of people ahead of them on the waiting lists…

Aiden then reveals that he is convinced that Lily and Emily were part of a sex cult. Lily is shocked, but especially when Aiden crouches close and suddenly looks a whole lot creepier. Aiden reflects out loud that if the commune was that strict about sex, Lily is probably still a virgin then… but, he asks, has she ever at least masturbated?

Lily is shocked by the change, recoiling away from him. She finally states that she’s REALLY uncomfortable about all this and doesn’t think he’s the right fit for her needs. She makes for the door but Aiden speaks up again in a cold drawl. ‘You COULD leave, if you want. I certainly won’t stop you. Just know that I’m the ONLY one that can help you get what you need to start a new life. No one else will help you if I exaggerate a few things in my notes here…’ Lily exclaims that he can’t do that. He counters that he CAN and WILL.

She’s horrified and torn. ‘No, I HAVE to protect Emily… I have to get her AWAY from all this…’ Aiden smiles darkly as he undoes his pants and removes his cock. ‘If YOU cooperate, I can help make sure you BOTH get the new life you’ve dreamed of. You can be together and HAPPY for the rest of your lives…’ he teases.

Lily tries not to stare at the cock, since it’s her first time seeing one, shocked by everything that’s happening. She backs up as he approaches until her back is against the nearest wall. ‘What are you doing?? No, I-I can’t do this…’ she stammers. He asks if she’s REALLY going to let her dear little sister down like that? He said he’d help her and he plans to keep his promise. Now she has a choice to make.

She finally reluctantly agrees to have sex with him if it means securing a better future. She nervously drops to her knees and parts her lips while looking up at him. He mockingly says that she’s made the right choice and that her sister should be SO PROUD of her for being so brave…

Immersion Therapy: A Jay Taylor Story

IMMERSION THERAPY: A JAY TAYLOR STORY
WOMAN AGREES TO INTENSIVE DP THERAPY SESSION TO CURE PHOBIAS

Scene opens on Erin (Jay Taylor), a 25-year-old woman, as she sits on a couch immersed in herself. She’s dressed in loose loungewear, her body language nervous and uncomfortable, while her therapist, Daniella (Angela White), talks to her. But Erin isn’t listening. She’s more engrossed in her own thoughts, her foot tapping, her fingers scratching an itch on her arm. Daniella addresses her more clearly, ‘Erin?’ The woman snaps to attention, but still remains closed off. The therapist continues, ‘I really need you to pay attention and work with me today. If I’m being honest, I’m running out of ideas on how to continue. Now, did you do the homework I assigned last session?’ Erin frowns.

CUT to a flashback. Erin stands in front of a mirror and slowly undresses. Her naked body elicits no response from her. While she dutifully starts to run her hands over herself, she looks away as though trying to pretend something else more interesting is happening on the wall. She clumsily squeezes her own breasts, but when she tries to explore between her legs she recoils as if disgusted.

CUT back to the therapist’s office. Erin slowly responds to the question, ‘Um… I went as far as I could.’ Daniella is almost at a loss, and though her words are measured, she is frustrated, ‘Okay … What is it about your own body that repulses you?’ Erin stiffens, she doesn’t want to answer this question again. ‘It’s not MY body. It’s anyone’s body! They’re so messy, so bestial. The way they look, feel, smell, sound…’ Daniella interrupts her almost absent-mindedly, ‘And taste? Erin, this is becoming almost beyond what I can help you with in my practice. I have one more technique we could try, but it is going to be more intensive than our other methods so far. So, I would need you to commit wholeheartedly.’ Daniella’s offer intrigues Erin. She sits up, focused. ‘I don’t want to go to anyone else. I’m willing to do whatever you think we need to do.’ Daniella smiles, ‘Excellent. I’ll prepare the consent forms.’

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Erin sits on the floor of the therapist’s office, the desk pushed back, and a selection of pillows and blankets now artfully arranged around her. She seems curious but apprehensive, clutching the consent form in her hand as Daniella finishes laying out the space. ‘Excellent, this should give us the comfortable setting we require,’ she says, motioning to Erin to hand over the form. The patient does so, and Daniella scans it to confirm all the fields are complete. ‘Good,’ She says, putting it on the desk. ‘Now, I need you to trust me. You want to get better, yes?’ Erin nods, and Daniella continues, ‘Good. Why don’t we get a little more comfortable? Take your sweater off, and I’ll do the same.’ Erin hesitates for just a moment, before both women remove an outer layer of clothing. This leaves Erin in a tank top and Daniella in a bra. Erin tries not to stare at her breasts. She feels incredibly anxious but Daniella smiles, ‘Wonderful. Look at how far you’ve come already. Now, just mirror what I do.’ She starts caressing her own body, starting benignly with her arms and waist, then moving to her breasts. Every time Erin pauses or panics, she encourages her. They continue touching themselves, first their legs, then between them. Erin finally relaxes into this and they masturbate without touching each other. When they begin getting close to climax, a young man (Seth Gamble) enters the room silently and slips behind Daniella to fondle her breasts.

Erin is startled, but Daniella quickly calms her, ‘Don’t mind him! He’s just my assistant. An extra pair of hands. Focus on me!’ Erin’s eyes lock back onto hers and she continues cautiously masturbating. After a few moments of this, Daniella asks Erin to undress from the waist down. Erin complies and slips her leggings and panties off. She resumes masturbating as Daniella bends over and the man starts to go down on Daniella from behind. Erin is completely focused on Daniella and continues to masturbate. Erin can imagine what is happening to her therapist, but she can’t see it, so Daniella describes it to her … building up to asking Erin if she wants to know what it feels like too. Erin nervously says yes. Daniella gracefully crawls over to Erin. She spreads Erin’s legs, eating her pussy as Erin shudders with pleasure. At the same time, the man begins to fuck Daniella from behind. Soon, all three of them are moaning with ecstasy when another young man (Codey Steele) enters. He walks up to Erin and asks if he can remove her top. Daniella reassures her again that he is another assistant, here to support them during their session. She should continue to focus on her and relax. Erin slowly says yes. The second assistant removes Erin’s top, squeezing her tits.

The first assistant slides his cock out of Daniella and she begins to suck it. When the second assistant walks around to face Erin, Daniella again instructs Erin to mirror her. Erin starts to suck the second assistant’s cock, and Daniella talks her through it, getting her in touch with her carnal side, but their focus remains on each other.

As Erin continues to suck the second assistant’s cock, Daniella gets on top of her assistant and begins riding him as she faces Erin. She coaxes Erin down to get on all fours, close enough where the two women can almost kiss. The second assistant gets behind Erin and slides his dick into her.

The second assistant fucks Erin as she squeals loudly. But unbeknownst to Erin, his dick isn’t going to be the only cock penetrating her body today. Is Erin ready for the FINAL phase of her immersion therapy?