[M4A] - "You know, I'm not really sure I am evil."

[M4A] - "You know, I'm not really sure I am evil."

The words float quietly on the fragrant air of the office. From behind black-rimmed glasses you stare at me. If there's disbelief in your mind, you don't betray it. Your eyes trace my form while I lean back on a fainting couch. My shined black shoes dangle in the air. Gray slacks, tight against my thighs. A basic white business shirt. A small, cool breeze causes vertical shades to flutter quietly.

"I hope you have something to substantiate that statement". Your lips purse into a grimace. Your legs are cross. Very... controlled.

"Why? Do you find me to be so cruel, so very wanton?" My gray eyes stare at yours, my fingers crossed on my broad chest.

"Well, not in my personal experience. But you are here because..."

You shuffle through your notes.

"You had non-consensual sex with your wife's transgender friend".

The air is quiet for a moment. I run a hand through my short, blond hair. I raise up a finger.

"Ok yeah, that sounds bad, but there's like, context there."

"Ok, how about you tell me what context you think is important?" Your eyes narrow.

"Well, first of all, it was... semi-consensual. I mean, it started consensual. They... well, they talked, and well, Bianca never complained about me to Julia, apparently. In certain, ah, respects. So she was, well a little curious."

"Curiosity isn't an excuse for anal rape." You remind me. I scratch at a reddish beard.

"Well it didn't start there, see, there you go again, acting like I'm some monster. Julia went down on me, and she seemed happy to do so."

"Ok, but consent can be revoked. Its very important to understand that."

"Well, yeah, but like, there was still consent then. You're skipping ahead in this story."

"Ok, go on."

"So I'm on the bed, I'm naked, she's in this fucking outfit, like, she clearly planned this, no lady just chooses to wear matching things that frilly, and its not the 50s, if she's wearing a garter belt she WANTS it, you know?"

Its then that I get the feeling that there's some strange reason that you're not cutting me off, making me get to the point. The pen rolls in your fingers, you place it on your lower lip. Maybe you dont think I notice.

"But anyway, she's blowing me, worshipping me, calling me daddy, which makes me think Bianca put her up to the whole thing, cause no one else knows how much I like that. But here's where it gets... well, a little bad."

You nod, and I wonder if the breeze has gotten warmer, or if you're becoming more interested.

"Well, she bends over, and I start, well going for it. She seems to be digging it, I find her prostate and start hammering it until she's gushing, like, the sheets were ruined and its pouring out of the little cage she's wearing. So I lean in close and tell her that I'm going to breed her."

Its terrifyingly quiet in the room. I continue, not knowing what else to do.

"She doesn't like that. Hates it. Says I need to respect her experience, that she's not that kind of girl."

You cough quietly.

"But I just... well that upsets me. Cause it's like, well, are you a lady or not, you know, it's fuckin indecisive, I don't have time to deal with your strange little iffy hangups, and so I..."

I swallow.

"I wrap one arm under hers and over her head. I hold her tight, real fucking tight. I grip her hips with my other hand, and I start going deeper. Deeper than I really want to. Like, I'm aware she's in pain, but that's the point right? She knew what she was in for, she was all made up, and she just kept leaking like a fuckin slut the whole time. And I start, well, talking to her."

I notice that you've put your notepad to the small side table. Your legs have swapped positions. One of your hands is fidgeting with your earring.

"And what... what exactly did you say?"

"Well I don't really remember exactly. I was... passionate. A little upset. But I remember telling her that her opinions didn't matter. That she had the most important feminine quality that I could think of."

You, with all the composure you can muster, ask "What's that?"

I turn my head to look you in the face. You seem so much closer than you were before.

"That she was entirely helpless to stop me."

I can practically smell desire dripping off of you. I feel how much you love imagining the sight of a slim, femme, nymph being hollowed out and ruined for the sin of not being a woman in every respect.

You glance to the notepad and clear your throat.

"Well, I think I can tell Bianca that we're making... well, progress. Of a sort."

"Great!"

"There is a stipulation, however."

"Well, what's the stipulation?"

"You see, I have a client that's struggling with their transition."

"And?"

"And I want to watch."

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Conversion therapy to make trans people cis? Broke.

Conversion therapy to mindbreak into your assigned gender? Woke as hell let's fucking go.

Anyway, I'm not asking for partners to write 2 characters, that seems a bit much. But I do love the idea of being sexually violent in a therapists office. Because I am a monster and I enjoy doing monstrous things.

Anyway hit me up cuties.