The "Special" Therapy Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium
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				Title: <strong>The "Special" Therapy Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>07-05-2011, 06:27:40</strong>
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				This thread is for any of the specialty rooms present on the grounds of the Rosanam Sanitarium.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The "Special" Therapy Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 22:27:35</strong>
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				<strong>Wiebke Koch, arriving in the Special Therapy Rooms with Cynthia from the Dining Hall.</strong><br><br>(http://zeospot.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/office-treatment-room-interior-design-588x882.jpg)<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Wiebke smiled in approval, collecting her papers and files. “Right this way,” she ushered with a wave of her hand.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She let Cynthia deposit her trash and return her tray before moving with her to the hallway. The entire way to the treatment room, she was careful to stay to her side and slightly behind her, a habit she developed after having worked at the Sanitarium for as long as she did. Cynthia was by no means dangerous, at least, she hadn’t exhibited any violent behavior, but more often than not, Wiebke escorted a restrained patient with some orderlies. Just because she was alone didn’t mean she shouldn’t be careful.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When they arrived at the treatment room, Wiebke paged for some orderlies on the intercom, then deposited the files on a sterile stainless steel table. The room had been prepped beforehand neat as can be, with several trays of vibrators and electro-stimulating gadgets suitable for both men and women, as well as specialty devices made for either sex.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“If you would like to have a seat for a minute, please feel free,” she offered, slipping off her suit coat to reveal a creamy white blouse. She went about washing her hands thoroughly, then slipped on a pair of latex gloves.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Two orderlies arrived, one of which was carrying a black leather straitjacket (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c6/Straitjacket2.jpg). Since Cynthia was new to her treatment, protocol dictated that she be appropriately restrained until she could be trusted to remain docile otherwise. Wiebke made a simple gesture for them to continue, and the two orderlies quickly stuffed her arms into the sleeves, and then buckled them down tightly.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The "Special" Therapy Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 23:47:57</strong>
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				Cynthia followed along quietly, starting to feel more and more nervous as they walked along.&nbsp; It felt strange and a bit worrying; she knew she should be so relieved and happy that someone would be able to truly help her or be able to prove outright that she wasn't at all crazy.&nbsp; Perhaps it was as simple as that she didn't know what to expect; everything was so new and strange to her.<br><br>Once she got inside, she looked over everything with some confusion.&nbsp; She expected some sort of medicine or...as she thought about it, she didn't really know what to expect, but in her naivete, she didn't recognize anything that was already displayed.&nbsp; Pressure points, perhaps?&nbsp; She didn't know, but trepidation kept her mouth shut.<br><br>It was only when the orderlies started shoving her arms in, a bit roughly than she wanted but without fighting on her part, when she noticed the change in the straitjacket.&nbsp; She'd expected it to be like the movies, a full jacket with the arms, rather than just the arms and little else.&nbsp; Thankfully her shirt was still on, or else she'd have been exposed.&nbsp; Still, the thought felt rather silly moments after having it; why wouldn't her clothes stay on?<br><br>Once she was buckled in and on the table, she finally worked up the courage to ask, "What exactly is part of the treatment?&nbsp; It's not going to hurt or anything, is it?"&nbsp; She didn't handle pain very well and obviously didn't like it, although she would force herself through a little pain if it was absolutely necessary.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The "Special" Therapy Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>22-06-2011, 23:46:11</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Although looking nervous, Cynthia didn’t fight the orderlies as they stuffed her in the jack and strapped it down. They moved her to the examination table, then had her lay down.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“<em>Nein</em>, it will not hurt,” Wiebke said, peering through her glasses to check her instruments one last time. “Though from time to time, I must exercise <em>ein bisschen</em> discomfort to get through to a patient. Hopefully, your treatment will not extend that far.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Satisfied that she had everything she needed, she turned back to Cynthia, and then without waiting for her consent, grabbed the cuffs of her simple white scrub pants and tugged them clean off her body. Without any underwear, her lower half was completely bare and exposed. Once her treatment progressed far enough, she would be entirely naked, as more stimulation would be needed.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She tossed the pants on the counter top, then set about strapping the leather cuffs on the end of the bed to her ankles. There was one on each side, as well as ones at the top of the bed had she not been straitjacketed. Once her first ankle was locked in, she strapped in the other one, leaving her legs slightly spread. One thick, final strap she fastened across her chest, just above her folded arms, to hold her firmly to the table.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The "Special" Therapy Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>23-06-2011, 05:58:29</strong>
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				"Hey!" she yelled in fear and surprise as the pants came free from her body.&nbsp; She was still clean shaven, but her hymen was apparent enough that she was still a virgin.&nbsp; Her body started to tremble in confusion and fright.&nbsp; She tried to tell herself that this was obviously part of the treatment, but the sheer animal panic overwhelmed any rational attempts to tell herself to calm down.<br><br>Shivers worked through her body as she was grabbed.&nbsp; As panicked as she was, she'd learned from before not to try to attack and defend herself.&nbsp; She was only here because she'd clawed up that other technician, so as horrifying as her current encounter was, she hesitated from kicking, and soon her legs were strapped into the device.&nbsp; She couldn't seem to stop herself from trembling.&nbsp; "What's going on?&nbsp; What are you going to do?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The "Special" Therapy Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>25-06-2011, 02:59:49</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Squirm as she did when the straps came down and the pants came off, Cynthia still did not resist. Wiebke nodded in approval, then turned to her table of toys, first selecting a magic wand (http://magicwandvibrator.org/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/hitachi-magic-wands.jpg), plugging it into the wall outlet and carefully threading the power cord behind her. Her file indicated that she was still a virgin, which prevented her from using any deep penetration techniques, but her lack of sexual experience would certainly make her more attuned to it.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I specialize in a unique form of treatment for those who have trouble coming to grips on reality,” she explained mildly, then flicked the vibrator on and pressed it to her between her slightly spread legs, massaging gently, the other hand resting on her thigh. “It focuses on some of the most primal and basic needs of a person, namely sex. If the mind does not receive its most basic needs, it begins to develop its own way of coping with reality.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The vibrator hummed with a buzz on the lowest setting, oscillating in pitch as Wiebke skillfully moved it back and forth while nestled between Cynthia’s sex. The purpose was to develop her sexual appetite, but she just couldn’t give her a quick session with a vibrator.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Of course, we cannot simply do a quick little session with one of <em>mein</em> toys,” she explained. “In order for the stimulation to work, there must be intense periods of sexual stress, followed by prolonged chastity.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The "Special" Therapy Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>25-06-2011, 11:43:51</strong>
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				The initial reaction was one of panic, figuring everything out far too late to be able to protect or defend herself.&nbsp; She squirmed, she couldn't help but freak out a little as she finally understood.&nbsp; "Please don't take my virginity," she begged, trying to push her legs back together but unable to fight the straps.&nbsp; "I'm waiting for...oohhhhh..."&nbsp; As the wand finally touched her, her eyes rolled back and her protests ceased, breath coming a little more quickly in surprise.&nbsp; <br><br>The feeling quickly grew overwhelming to someone with no experience, and she couldn't help but give herself over to it.&nbsp; More words came from the doctor, but she wasn't really paying attention at this point.&nbsp; Every moment that passed seemed to be making the feeling stronger.&nbsp; If her hymen wasn't broken and her virginity wasn't lost, she could gladly accept this sensation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The "Special" Therapy Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>27-06-2011, 21:12:26</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“<em>Nein,</em>” Wiebke said, “I will not do anything to compromise your virginity, Cynthia.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She diligently continued to work her nether regions with the vibrator, the head of the wand pressed firmly, but lightly between the lips. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;After several more minutes, she removed the wand, then began to draw it over the inside of her thighs. To work a successful tease, the vagina needed to be given time to cool, so to speak. Constant stimulation would force an orgasm too early, and that was not Wiebke’s intention. At the same time, she could withdraw the wand entirely, so she continued to let it linger around the sensitive flesh near her groin, allowing it to tickle and stimulate as needed.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Minutes later, she began to focus directly on her vagina again, this time using the fingers of her other hand to spread her lips wider before working the vibrator on to stimulate more directly. She clicked the settings a notch higher, so that the hum and buzz became higher in pitch, as well as more vigorous.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I will ask you to let me know when you are close to orgasm,” she said casually. “If you climax, we will have to begin all over again, and this is certainly something we do not want to happen several weeks in. And I should add, Cynthia, that while it is not completely accurate, I can get a sense of when you are close. I have had patients attempt to fool me into letting them orgasm later in the treatment, but I assure you, I see through such deception.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The "Special" Therapy Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>28-06-2011, 16:05:12</strong>
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				The knowledge that her virginity wouldn't be taken gave her some relief, allowing her to simply relax, to lay back and revel in the sweet bliss that Wiebke was giving her.&nbsp; As the time passed on, the feeling seemed to build on itself, making her body gently tremble.&nbsp; Her breath came as a heavier, husky whimper when her eyes finally closed to simply bask, and then, suddenly and without warning the doctor was pulling away.&nbsp; Her body twitched and shook with need as she was left unsatisfied, craving more, just a little bit longer in a way she couldn't even consciously fathom.<br><br>After a bit, she started to really relax and cool down, which was when Wiebke started working her more directly.&nbsp; Cynthia didn't really know anything about an orgasm, other than what she'd heard in idle gossip or the occasional movie.&nbsp; She hadn't realized how strong the need would be within her, how her entire body would crave that the feeling just kept going on and on, allowing her to writhe in the ecstasy of the sensation.&nbsp; "Don't stop," Cynthia pleaded, her entire body gently quivering in the anticipation, mixed with the agony that Wiebke didn't want to let it happen.&nbsp; "Please, please don't stop again..."&nbsp; The whole feeling was new and delicious to her, and she couldn't bear to be held away from the heights of the growing pleasure.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The "Special" Therapy Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>01-07-2011, 17:06:16</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“As I have said, Cynthia, I will stop when I deem it necessary,” Wiebke said firmly. She took the wand away from her clit to give the inside of her thighs a quick once-over. “The stress is necessary. It acts as an anchor of sorts. Do not worry, we will go over a full evaluation after each session.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She spread Cynthia’s sex open with her fingers again, taking care not to be too vigorous with her fingers, then applied the head of the wand in slow, careful dollops. A press against the flesh was matched with a few seconds of its absence, and then repeated in a steady rhythm. One press from her experienced hands lingered just several seconds longer, and then the vibrator was once again removed, instead toying around her thighs and belly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The "Special" Therapy Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>01-07-2011, 17:16:27</strong>
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				Having the sensation suddenly stop from her clit was agonizing to her.&nbsp; Her body trembled softly, and her legs tried to push up without voluntary control to try to force herself back onto the wand.&nbsp; However, she was too firmly tied to the table to be able to move.&nbsp; As good as the slow and methodical sensations felt, her body was too hyped up and desperate for some fast, simple but forceful euphoria to send her over the plateau.&nbsp; She barely knew what she was doing, but the yearning in her body was too strong to ignore.<br><br>She managed to stop herself from begging further, but she couldn't stop herself from shifting, trying to get herself closer to that sensation of rapture that the wand kept promising her if only the doctor would hold it still for long enough on the right spot.&nbsp; She was trying so hard to be good but she just couldn't help it, and it made her feel so guilty that she just couldn't relax and accept the treatment.&nbsp; Slowly her eyes began to moisten, her thighs trembling but never long enough to feel what she could only imagine would be truly beautiful.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The "Special" Therapy Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>05-07-2011, 21:52:27</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With a definite click, Wiebke turned the wand off and removed it from Cynthia’s dripping clit. “I think a little break is in order,” she said, returning it to the tray to be sterilized for later use. “If you would Cynthia, please tell me how you are feeling. We must keep track of your progress closely.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She took out a small recorder, turned it on, and placed it on the table next to the bed. It was important to form a log of treatments with patients. It would be something to go over with therapy. Sometimes, patients acted adversely to her methods, and the resulting recordings would be analyzed with the patient in a more relaxed setting, once they had a chance to settle down.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;In the meantime, she examined her tools again. As a virgin, and with this being her first treatment session, she couldn’t be much more vigorous. Another session of teasing is likely all she could endure and it couldn’t be very strenuous. In the end, she selected a long thin vibrator, battery operated, to focus a little more on her clitoris and anus.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The "Special" Therapy Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>05-07-2011, 23:14:13</strong>
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				The painful sensation of having everything just stop was nothing short of agonizing to her.&nbsp; She couldn't stop her body from shaking, and she felt like crying.&nbsp; Everything in her wanted to just keep going and accept the bliss of what she'd felt so far.&nbsp; It was like staring at a cake, smelling it for hours and never even being allowed a bite.<br><br>She waited for the recorder before she spoke, her voice soft and trembling.&nbsp; "Well," she gently replied, thinking, "it feels a little like I have to pee, but I know I don't.&nbsp; It's more like...I'm going to burst, but I need to burst.&nbsp; I can't handle all the pressure...and..."&nbsp; A faint tear slipped its way from her eye to slide down her cheek.&nbsp; "I just want..."<br><br>She closed her lips once more, ashamed and embarrassed once the cooldown allowed her some degree of control once again.&nbsp; "I'm sorry," she said meekly.&nbsp; "I don't know what got into me.&nbsp; Is this normal for the treatment?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The "Special" Therapy Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>09-07-2011, 18:21:32</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Wiebke patted her bare thigh reassuringly with her gloved hand. Her sex was dripping and swollen red. “<em>Ja</em>, these things are natural Cynthia. You are feeling all of the sensations of wanting to orgasm. Since you are a sexual virgin, these feelings are unfamiliar to you. But as I have said, the stress is necessary. Your mind is in a fragile state, and we need something to anchor it back to reality.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Five minutes had passed, and that was a sufficient cool down. She twisted the base of the thin vibrator, turning it on, then held it in her hand as she would a writing utensil. With deft swabs, she slipped the tip between the folds of her vagina and massaged back and forth, the different vibrator giving off a different pitch, but once again oscillating in the rhythm of her strokes.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Once her cunt had been restored to its dripping state, Wiebke again changed tactic, moving the tip of the vibrator lower to her anus. With gentle pokes, she prodded at the muscle, never quite inserting it, but always allowing it to buzz and massage the skin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The "Special" Therapy Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>09-07-2011, 18:32:49</strong>
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				<strong>Cynthia Peregris (http://img3.imageshack.us/img3/8836/01rw.jpg)</strong><br><br>Although the five minutes gave a bit of time for the glistening juices to only just begin to dry from her pussy, the swollen redness was still present and eager to continue, despite being a little worn down from the experience.&nbsp; When the doctor started up once more, the cooldown and chance for Cynthia to collect herself let the adrenaline and natural endorphins fade as well, making it a bit more painful to be so worked more and more.&nbsp; It didn't take long at all for Cynthia to get wet again, although her body was once more starting to shake and quiver with the need.&nbsp; A soft tear dripped gently down her face, resigning herself to her fate as best she could.<br><br>The new feeling, though, upon her tush, was a bit strong and surprising for her.&nbsp; Just when she thought that she had herself under control and was only faintly twitching, her self-control gave way to desperate passion.&nbsp; She spasmed, her body trying its best in its confinement to force her down to the device and claim the sweetest bliss of what her body kept promising would be so beautiful.&nbsp; She couldn't, of course, and it didn't take more than a few moments of frantic attempts before she broke down into tears, letting herself go limp and attempting a blubbering apology in a low whine.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The "Special" Therapy Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>13-07-2011, 18:28:59</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Cynthia’s squirming grew more ferocious, to the point where the movements actually forced the vibrator away from Wiebke’s intended focus. It was only short delays, however, and the thin, pointed head of the wand was back to poking into the red, teased, and dripping lips of her vagina, only to quickly leave and poke the stiff, tight ring of her anus.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At last, she clicked the vibrator off, satisfied with the progress for the day. “<em>Wir sind fertig</em>,” Wiebke said. “For today, at least. We shall continue your treatment tomorrow afternoon.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She placed the second vibrator with the other for cleaning, then returned to Cynthia’s side with a few towelettes, dabbing her region until it was mostly dry. Next came the chastity belt. It would be uncomfortable to wear, but necessary for the treatment to continue. It was metal, solidly locking around the waist with two metal panels, both in the http://www.kinkyconsumer.com/images/female-belt-front.jpg (http://[url=http://www.kinkyconsumer.com/images/female-belt-front.jpg)]front[/url] and http://cn1.kaboodle.com/hi/img/b/0/0/22/b/AAAAC_EXSTYAAAAAACK-kA.jpg?v=1231003472000 (http://[url=http://cn1.kaboodle.com/hi/img/b/0/0/22/b/AAAAC_EXSTYAAAAAACK-kA.jpg?v=1231003472000)]back[/url]. The front was slitted to allow her relieve herself, though for more ‘demanding’ needs, the belt would need to be removed by an orderly.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Now Cynthia,” she coaxed, “this belt will feel a little cold at first, but it will warm with time. I’m afraid it is necessary, as most patients are unable to control themselves after extended treatment.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She slipped the belt around her waist, aligning the panels, then cinched it tightly so they rested over her vagina and anus. She locked it, then checked it several times to make sure it would stay fastened.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The "Special" Therapy Rooms of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>13-07-2011, 18:34:48</strong>
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				Cynthia just nodded, shame at her inability to control herself so far pushing through her, but mixed alongside the uncertainty of whether she could even handle herself right now anyway.&nbsp; Her body just kept trembling with need, which confused her but excited her.&nbsp; Even the feel of the doctor cleaning her off made her shiver with delight.&nbsp; She still found herself fighting for the need for an orgasm, but it made her feel dirty and awful.&nbsp; She understood a bit how someone could give over to that lust, but the cold feel of the metal helped to calm her down.<br><br>"I'm sorry," she said gently, knowing that she hadn't done a very good job of controlling herself throughout the session.&nbsp; "I tried, I just...it's all so confusing."&nbsp; She didn't know how to put words to it all.&nbsp; "I think I just need to lie down for a while and let myself calm down, or maybe go somewhere where I can talk with some friends."&nbsp; She kept her eyes downward, expecting the doctor probably thought of her as some sort of slut for not being able to handle her urges.
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