Therapist - Short Edition

Mme. Antoninne

Control. Strategy. Power. Domination... my life was ruled by these elements. I could control almost everything around me. As a such woman, I used to subdue people and make them bend to me, but when a powerful woman meets a most powerful one, things has come to change. 

At my first time walking through Mme. Antoninne's mansion, something inside me got wrong. The graceful aspect and kindness of her enigmatic posture, the sensuality tone in her lips while she talked, the sparks of malevolence flowing from her blazing green eyes at her tranquility glances... her aura enthralled me like a spider web.

I wasn't a lesbian. I couldn't even imagine that I would have sex with a woman, even less fall in love with her, but Mme. Antoninne found me in a moment of extreme weakness. I was so lonely when she came and became my better company that I didn't realized the manner she explored my vulnerability.

Sneaky she took control over all my life, causing me to give her my entire freedom, making me a puppet. As soon I realized, I was hers, swallowed by a submissive relationship. She became a drug to me, and I wanted that woman every more, and more.

Just thinking on her countenance, she caused me to tremble in a pleasure anticipation. At the end, I loved it. I liked the sensation of have a most clever and powerful woman leading me, griping my live on her fangs and subjugating me as her victim. In Mme. Antonine's presence, I felt so vulnerable, and at the same time so cherished. I couldn't hold my feet on ground.

Since I started my therapy sessions, I took just over three meetings to realize that Mme. Antonine seeks her goals by an unorthodox way. The practices she loves are not approved as common practices of therapy. She must to be considered more a sexual perverted than a therapist. For her, sex is a road to inner healing.

At that day, we are talking about many aspects of my sexual life. I told her about my puritan education at my teenage years, my father and mother faith, how I was chained by my correct girl stereotype, and in a certain way, how I loved that. I believed that it was not a problem to me. However, Mme. Antonine spotted the aftereffects of my sex lack.

She was sure about the connection between my sexual repression and the way I was always mimetizing my father's dominant posture through my attitudes. I was always trying to control the situation, the people, their feelings and wishes. It was my frustration taking form from the need of control and domain over all around me.

I was a very bad girl, without a sense of respect for other's freedom. I was possessive and I liked to manipulate and crash their personalities, thus turning them into my poor servants. I liked to rule over all them. In some way it was so pleasant to me, as a reward I sought to make up my oppressed desires.

"Your forbidden feelings are circling around you, creating a gloomy abyss between your personal relationships. I think you must learn to not resist the circumstances. Let it lead you. Embrace the chaos. Accept yourself and people as you are, be complacent while facing their limitations and mistakes. You must allow yourself to lose control."

Her tone entangled me, she spoke each words very precisely. I felt she was right and unconsciously I consented her advice. At the session's end, she said I should deconstruct my dominant stereotype, and the better way to do it, was exploring some hidden aspects of my repressed sexuality.

She proposed a game, if I didn't accept it, I was free to hire another therapist or just stop my therapy. I dared to test her methodology, so she explained to me all steps that it consists, and then redacted a contract encompassing all rules both of us were obligated to follow. I was voluntarily giving up my freedom to submit myself to her.

Just a signature, and I was no more her patience, but I would become her slave, she would rule all my life. It seemed so crazy to me, I don't imagine why I accepted such thing. I believed the better clause was I could left the contract at any time I want, and I felt I was at control yet.

So, I signed the contract, beginning the alternative way. "L'école de libertinage" as she liked to say. It was a school of dirty fantasies and another crazy things... In the next week I received my first libertine lesson. I was told about many things, there was so many rules I should follow. I could eat just the food she permitted, rest as she permitted, do what she commanded.

When I disobeyed some statement, she punished me. Palms, whips, constraints, sensory deprivation, spanking, humiliation. When I did all well done, she rewarded me with delicious sensations. Her company, special dinners, caresses and the better thing: her approval.

What I liked the most was sleep with her, embraced in her arms, feeling her breath in my skin. Her presence make me feel fulfilled and secure, all my bad feelings dissolved on her warm bosom. I woke up with a renewed energy and began my poor week shining all pleasure, I recovered my confidence and self-esteem. I felt like an empowered woman, flowing with the love's winds.

Since our unorthodox sessions started, she was decided to defy my inner constructions and rebuild my soul and body in a strong way. She lead my body till its limits, encouraging me to transcend them, and break all the obstacles to reach the optimal point. After few months I got a perfect body, well turned muscles, shredded abdomen, strong legs, and a very big butt. I really had a shape of a Greek goddess.

During all this time sex was a forbidden act to me. I was a chaste woman, focused on my own process of reconstruction, but soon, the day came. She said I was ready to start the sexual training. Henceforth I became her sexual slave, she relished my body in all senses, as she loved to abuse me. When I realized I was grabbed in a lust journey of naughtiness and perversion. My body has become a link between pleasure and temptation.

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