LIBIDINAL NARRATIVE THERAPY:
Jisoo's BBC Fixation.
by Noopster.
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DISCLAIMER:
This story is a work of fiction, based on nothing real or plausible at
all. Fantasy is legal and this is all made up. Thanks for reading.
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Her dark hair fell in perfect waves past her shoulders, and though her posture remained impeccable, her fingers fidgeted with the strap of her designer handbag. She bowed slightly before taking the seat across from Dr. Bennett.
"Welcome, Ms. Kim. I'm Dr. Sarah Bennett." The therapist extended her hand. "Thank you for coming today."
Jisoo shook it briefly, her grip delicate. "Thank you for seeing me." Her English carried a thick Korean accent, each word carefully pronounced with some degree of difficulty.
"Would you prefer we speak in Korean? I have a translator service available if that would make you more comfortable."
Jisoo shook her head. "No, English fine. I... practice often."
"Please, have a seat wherever you feel comfortable." Dr. Bennett gestured to both the couch and armchair arranged in the center of the room.
Jisoo hesitated for a moment before sitting on the edge of the armchair, her back straight as a ballerina's.
Dr. Bennett observed her new client without comment, noting how even in stillness, Jisoo commanded attention. The young woman's beauty was undeniable, yet there was something vulnerable in the way she perched at the edge of the seat, as if prepared to flee at any moment. The sunlight caught her hair, highlighting subtle auburn undertones in what otherwise appeared pure black. Her features possessed a stunning symmetry. High cheekbones, a delicate jawline, and eyes that seemed to shift between deep brown and amber depending on how the light hit them. Even in her obvious discomfort, there was something magnetic about her presence. The simple pearl earrings she wore complemented her complexion, which appeared flawless even without the heavy stage makeup she typically wore for performances.
"Before we begin, Ms. Kim, I want to explain a bit about my approach to therapy. My methods are somewhat unconventional, but they've proven effective, particularly for clients in your industry."
Jisoo nodded slightly, her hands now folded neatly in her lap. "My company's... coordinator mentioned this."
"Yes. I practice what I call Libidinal Narrative Reprocess. But before we get into that, I want to assure you that everything discussed in this room remains completely confidential."
"I understand." Jisoo said, glancing at the diplomas hanging on the wall. "I trust we talk private."
"Thank you. That trust is important for our work together." Dr. Bennett set her notepad aside and leaned forward. "Now, would you mind telling me what brings you here today?"
Jisoo's gaze dropped to her hands. She smoothed an invisible wrinkle from her skirt. "I am having... problem." She paused, searching for words. "In Korea, as idol, we cannot date. Cannot show... desire." Her fingers twisted the fabric of her skirt. "For many years, I follow rules. Always perfect Jisoo. But now..."
She glanced toward the window, then back at Dr. Bennett. "Last month, I kiss backup dancer in practice room. Week before, I..." Her cheeks flushed pink. "I touch myself in company bathroom between meetings." Jisoo's voice dropped to almost a whisper. "There are... other things. More wild things I do." She looked away, her knuckles whitening as she gripped the edge of her skirt. "I cannot say out loud."
Dr. Bennett reached for a glass of water on the side table and offered it to Jisoo. "Would it help to write it down instead? Sometimes that's easier than speaking."
Jisoo accepted the water with a slight bow of her head. After taking a small sip, she placed the glass carefully on the coaster beside her. "Maybe." She glanced at the notepad on Dr. Bennett's lap. "But what if someone find?"
"I can give you a separate pad that you can destroy afterward if you'd prefer." Dr. Bennett stood and walked to her desk, retrieving a small notepad and pen.
Jisoo accepted the notepad with both hands, another slight bow accompanying the gesture. She turned it over in her hands, examining the blank pages before looking up at Dr. Bennett. "I will write," she said.
Dr. Bennett returned to her seat, giving Jisoo space. The young woman hunched over the notepad, her hair falling forward to shield her face as she wrote. The only sounds in the room were the gentle bubbling of the fountain and the scratch of pen against paper. Occasionally, Jisoo paused, her pen hovering above the page before continuing with renewed determination. After several minutes, Jisoo set the pen down and stared at what she had written. Her shoulders rose and fell with a deep breath before she folded the paper in half, then in quarters.
"I finish," she said, holding the folded note tightly in her hand.
Dr. Bennett nodded. "Thank you for doing that, Jisoo. Would you be comfortable with me reading what you've written? It might help us discuss these experiences more easily."
Jisoo's eyes widened. She clutched the notepad against her chest. "You... read this? Out loud?"
"Only if you're comfortable with that. It's entirely your choice."
Jisoo's gaze darted around the room. Her fingers tightened around the notepad before she slowly extended it toward Dr. Bennett. "Okay. You read."
Dr. Bennett accepted the folded paper, her eyes moving methodically across the page, scanning Jisoo's neat handwriting.
"I see you've had some experiences with multiple partners simultaneously," Dr. Bennett said, her tone clinical and free of judgment. "And you mention visiting establishments with... glory holes."
Jisoo's face flushed deep crimson. She looked down at the floor, her hair falling forward to partially shield her face.
"Yes," she said meekly. "Three times... maybe four," she whispered, her accent thickening with emotion.
Dr. Bennett made a brief note. "And these encounters, they occur in Seoul?"
Jisoo shook her head. "No. Never Korea. Too dangerous." She glanced at the window. "Los Angeles. Paris. Places not easy to know Kim Jisoo from Blackpink."
"I understand." Dr. Bennett crossed her legs and placed the notepad on the small table between them. "Jisoo, I need to explain how my therapeutic approach works," she said. "Libidinal Narrative Reprocessing requires absolute candor about your sexual experiences. Nothing held back."
Jisoo's eyes widened slightly. She shifted in her seat.
"For this therapy to be effective, you'll need to describe your encounters in explicit detail—the physical sensations, the emotional context, even the words exchanged." Dr. Bennett's voice remained clinical and measured. "These aren't just casual conversations. They're structured narratives that help us identify patterns in your sexual behavior."
"Everything?" Jisoo asked.
"Everything," Dr. Bennett confirmed with a slight nod. "The number of partners. Their genders. Positions. Locations. Duration. Your state of mind before, during, and after. Whether alcohol or other substances were involved. I mean complete honesty about every sexual encounter, fantasy, and urge. Nothing omitted or sanitized."
Jisoo's fingers twisted in her lap. She glanced toward the door, then back to Dr. Bennett. "But some things... very private."
Dr. Bennett crossed her legs and studied her client with a clinical gaze. "Before we proceed further, I need to assess if you're truly ready for this therapeutic approach," Dr. Bennett said. "I'd like you to answer a question for me—one that might make you uncomfortable, but will help me gauge your readiness."
Jisoo straightened in her chair.
"I'd like you to describe what you consider the perfect penis." Dr. Bennett's voice remained clinical, her expression unchanged. "In detail."
Jisoo's lips parted slightly. She blinked several times in rapid succession, and her hands gripped the armrests of her chair. The color drained from her face before a deep flush spread across her cheeks.
"You want me... describe..." Jisoo's voice trailed off. She looked down at the floor, then back up at Dr. Bennett.
"This is a safe space, Jisoo. Many of my clients find it difficult to articulate these things at first. There's no judgment here—only understanding."
Jisoo's fingers twisted together in her lap. "I... never talk about this. Not with anyone."
"That's precisely why we need to start here." Dr. Bennett gestured to the room around them. "These walls hold many secrets. Yours won't be the first or last."
Jisoo took a deep breath. She reached for the water glass, took a small sip, and set it back down with careful precision. "I like..." She paused, her eyes fixed on a point just beyond Dr. Bennett's shoulder. "Too big."
Dr. Bennett nodded encouragingly but remained silent.
"Big, big size," Jisoo continued, her accent thickening. "Clean." Her hand made a vague gesture in the air. "No hair." As Jisoo shifted position, her modest knee-length skirt rode up slightly. The movement revealed her thighs—alabaster and flawless, with a porcelain-like quality that caught the afternoon light streaming through the office windows. When she recrossed her legs, the hem of her skirt hitched higher for a brief moment, exposing a flash of white, cotton underwear before settling back into place.
"It's okay to be specific," Dr. Bennett said, her tone remaining neutral. "Many women have preferences about size, shape, color. There's nothing wrong with that."
Jisoo looked down at her hands, her hair falling forward to partially shield her face. After a moment, she lifted her chin and met Dr. Bennett's gaze directly. "I like black men," she said, her voice stronger now despite her accent. "Very dark skin. Big. Much bigger than Korean men." Her hands moved in front of her, indicating significant length and girth. "First time was backup dancer in Paris. After that, I..." She paused, swallowed visibly. "I want very black. Very big."
Dr. Bennett made a small note on her pad. What specifically attracts you to that combination, Jisoo? The size, the contrast with your own skin tone?"
Jisoo's eyes widened at the direct question. "I..." Jisoo paused, looking up at the ceiling as if searching for words in her limited English vocabulary. "They so... strong. Different feeling. More... intense." She shifted in her chair again. "In Korea, this is taboo. Very bad if fans know."
Dr. Bennett nodded and leaned forward slightly in her chair. "Tell me about that first experience with the backup dancer in Paris," she said, her pen poised over her notepad. "What happened, exactly? And please keep in mind that the details are important for your treatment."
Jisoo's fingers twisted the fabric of her skirt. She glanced at the door, then back at Dr. Bennett.
"It was after final show in Paris. Born Pink tour." She took a small sip of water, set the glass down with careful precision. "Company rented private club for after-party. Everyone drinking."
She adjusted her position in the chair, straightened her back even more.
"Name was Marcus. Very tall. He dance behind me during 'How You Like That' performance." Jisoo's hands gestured to indicate someone standing behind her. "We talk little bit during tour, but that night... more talking. We dance together. I drink champagne. Maybe too much."
Dr. Bennett set her pen down and leaned forward slightly. "I'd like you to describe your first sexual encounter with him in detail."
Jisoo's eyes widened. Her fingers stopped fidgeting with her skirt, and she sat perfectly still for several seconds. The gentle bubbling of the fountain filled the silence between them.
"I... we..." She looked down at her hands. "In VIP section of club, behind curtain. Dark corner. He kiss me first."
Dr. Bennett nodded. "Go on. What happened after the kiss? The physical details are important for your treatment."
"You want... everything?" Jisoo asked, visibly uncomfortable.
"Yes," Dr. Bennett nodded. "The complete experience, from the moment things became physical. Where did it happen? What did you feel? How did your body respond to him?"
"I..." Jisoo's voice trailed off as her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of crimson. She looked down at her hands, which were now twisting together in her lap. "Behind curtain, we kiss more. Then I..." She paused, swallowed hard. "I kneel down." Her cheeks flushed crimson as she made a vague gesture with one hand. "I put his... in mouth."
Dr. Bennett made a note on her pad, her expression remaining neutral. "And this was your first time performing oral sex on someone?"
Jisoo shook her head quickly. "No. Not first." She paused, her fingers returning to the pearl necklace at her throat. "But first time with... not Korean man."
"I see," Dr. Bennett said. "And how did this encounter progress?”
Jisoo looked down at the floor, her hair falling forward to shield her face partially.
"It was... different," she said softly. "Very bigger than I expect. When I see first time..." She made a gesture with her hands to indicate substantial size. "I surprised. Scary, little bit."
Dr. Bennett wrote something in her notepad.
"Skin dark, different feeling," Jisoo continued, her voice barely audible. "Many... veins. When I touch, I feel them." She traced a finger along her palm, demonstrating. "Hard to... to fit in mouth. Had to open very wide."
Dr. Bennett set her notepad on the side table and leaned forward slightly in her chair. "I'd like you to describe that experience more specifically," she said, her tone remaining clinical. "When you took him into your mouth, what exactly did you do? The physical mechanics of the act are important for us to understand."
Jisoo's blushed even more. "You want me..." She made a vague gesture with one hand near her mouth.
"Yes. In detail," Dr. Bennett confirmed. "The therapeutic process requires complete articulation of these experiences."
Jisoo shifted in her seat. Her fingers moved to the glass of water, but she didn't pick it up. "I start..." She paused, her accent becoming more pronounced. "With tongue. Circle around… top part."
Dr. Bennett rose from her chair and walked to a cabinet on the far wall. She unlocked it with a small key from her pocket and opened the door, revealing several shelves of clinical implements.
"Jisoo, I believe it would be helpful for your therapy if you could demonstrate the technique you're describing," Dr. Bennett said as she removed something from the cabinet. "Sometimes showing is more effective than telling." She turned, holding a large anatomical model in her hand—a realistic black silicone penis mounted on a clear base. The object was anatomically detailed and considerably larger than average. "This is a clinical demonstration tool I use with patients who need to process certain experiences," Dr. Bennett explained, placing it on the small table between them. "Would you be willing to show me exactly how you performed oral sex on Marcus? It could help us identify any underlying patterns in your behavior."
Jisoo stared at the object, her lips parting slightly. She glanced from the model to Dr. Bennett. "You want me to..." She gestured vaguely toward the silicone phallus, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Here? Now?"
"I understand this might feel uncomfortable," Dr. Bennett said, her voice calm and clinical. "But I've noticed you're struggling to find the right words in English," Dr. Bennett said, her voice gentle but clinical. "Many of my international clients find it much easier to demonstrate their experiences rather than describe them verbally. The language barrier can make articulation of intimate details particularly challenging." Dr. Bennett set the anatomical model down on the table between them and observed Jisoo's reaction. The young woman's eyes remained fixed on the silicone phallus, her expression a mixture of shock and uncertainty.
"This is... normal therapy?" Jisoo asked, her accent particularly pronounced.
"This is part of my specialized approach, yes," Dr. Bennett replied, adjusting her glasses. "It may not look like it, but the model is simply a clinical tool."
Jisoo glanced toward the door again, then straightened her posture and squared her shoulders. "O--Okay," she said after a moment's hesitation. She reached for the water glass, took a small sip, and set it back down with careful precision. "I will show."
Jisoo leaned forward hesitantly, her dark hair falling around her face like a curtain. She reached out with trembling fingers and lifted the anatomical model from its base. The silicone gleamed under the office lights as she held it in both hands, examining it with wide eyes. "In Paris," she whispered, "I was nervous..." She brought the model closer to her face, her gaze darting briefly to Dr. Bennett, who sat with her notepad poised, expression neutral. Jisoo's lips parted slightly, and she tentatively extended her tongue, making small circular motions around the tip of the silicone phallus. "First, I do this. Marcus, he put hand in my hair." She gestured to the back of her head. "Not pushing, just... holding."
Dr. Bennett made a brief note. "I see. Please continue."
Jisoo nodded and returned to the demonstration. She placed her lips over the tip of the model, taking it shallowly into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed slightly as she applied gentle suction, then released it with a soft pop. "I never... with so big before," she said. "Had to be careful with teeth."
"I'd like to try something that might help you process this experience more effectively," she said, her voice calm and measured. "Could you close your eyes for me, Jisoo?"
Jisoo hesitated, still holding the anatomical model in her hands. She glanced at Dr. Bennett questioningly.
Dr. Bennett continued. "I want you to close your eyes and imagine you're back in Paris. You're in that VIP section with Marcus. Feel the bass from the music vibrating through the floor. Smell the champagne in the air. And when you're ready, I want you to show me exactly what happened that night."
Jisoo's eyelids fluttered closed. Her posture changed subtly—shoulders relaxing, head tilting slightly. Her breathing quickened as she held the model more firmly in her hands.
"That's right," Dr. Bennett said softly. "You're back in Paris now. The music is pulsing. You can feel the bass vibrating through the floor. The curtain is drawn around the VIP section. Show me what you did with Marcus."
Jisoo's lips parted. She brought the model to her mouth with more confidence now.
"You're kneeling on the floor of that VIP section," Bennett continued, "What do you smell? What do you hear?"
Jisoo's breathing changed, becoming slightly deeper. Her lips parted. "I smell his smell," she whispered. "And sweat from dance. Music very loud outside curtain."
"Good," Dr. Bennett said, her tone shifting from clinical to encouraging. "Now, I want you to show me how deeply you took him into your mouth. Don't just demonstrate the beginning, show me the full experience."
Jisoo's eyes remained closed. She parted her lips and took the silicone phallus deeper into her mouth. Her brow furrowed with concentration as she worked it further in, stopping when it was about halfway.
"That's good," Dr. Bennett nodded. "But I suspect you took Marcus deeper than that. Show me exactly how far." She gestured with her hand, though Jisoo couldn't see the motion with her eyes closed. "Take your time. There's no rush."
Jisoo's throat worked as she swallowed. She adjusted her position in the chair, leaning forward slightly. With visible determination, she took the model deeper, her lips stretching around its girth. A small gagging sound escaped from her throat.
"That's excellent, Jisoo. You're doing wonderfully." Bennett nodded encouragingly, her expression remaining professional yet supportive. "Allow yourself to fully immerse in that memory. What did you feel in that moment with Marcus? Show me how your body responded."
Jisoo's eyes remained closed, her breathing quickening as she worked the anatomical model deeper. Her free hand moved to grip the armrest, knuckles whitening with tension. A small sound escaped from the back of her throat as she took the silicone phallus further than before.
"Perfect," Dr. Bennett said, making a brief note on her pad. "Now, I want you to recall exactly how Marcus reacted. What did he say to you? What sounds did he make?"
Jisoo withdrew the model slightly, her lips glistening. "He say..." She paused, her accent thickening. "He say, 'Fuck, you're amazing.' He hold my hair tighter."
"And how did that make you feel, hearing those words?" Dr. Bennett asked, setting her notepad aside.
Jisoo didn't answer with words. Instead, she took the model deeper, her hand gripping the base more firmly. Her breathing becoming more rapid through her nose.
"That's right," Dr. Bennett nodded approvingly. "Show me exactly what happened next. Don't hold back. You're safe here”
"He say... 'good girl.'" Her accent thickened as she spoke. "Say I have... beautiful mouth."
Dr. Bennett observed as Jisoo's left hand drifted unconsciously from the armrest toward her chest. Her fingers hovered momentarily over her red sweater, trembling slightly before she caught herself and quickly returned her hand to her lap. A flash of embarrassment crossed her features as she looked down.
"There's no need to stop yourself," Dr. Bennett said, her voice remaining professional. "Your body's responses are natural and important to the therapeutic process. If touching yourself is part of how you responded in that moment with Marcus, I encourage you to show that as well."
Jisoo set the model down on the table between them. Her eyes darted to the door again.
"No one will interrupt us," Dr. Bennett assured her. "This office is completely private. Whatever happens here stays between us."
Jisoo hesitated, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her striped sweater.
"Your body wants to respond naturally to these memories." Dr. Bennett gestured toward Jisoo's chest. "It's perfectly acceptable to touch yourself during our sessions. In fact, it can be therapeutically beneficial to allow your body to express what your words might struggle to convey."
Jisoo's face reddened. She tugged at the collar of her sweater, clearly uncomfortable with the heat rising to her cheeks.
"Would you feel more comfortable removing your sweater?" Dr. Bennett asked, her voice maintaining its professional tone.
Jisoo shook her head quickly. "No, I..." She glanced down at herself, then back up at Dr. Bennett. "Not professional."
"On the contrary," Dr. Bennett said, rising from her chair. "Physical comfort is essential to the therapeutic process. Many of my clients find it helpful to remove outer layers during our sessions. This is a safe space, Jisoo."
Jisoo still clutched at her collar, her eyes darting between Dr. Bennett and the anatomical model on the table.
"Perhaps we should continue with the demonstration first," Dr. Bennett suggested. "Take the model again. Show me how deeply you took Marcus into your mouth that night in Paris."
Jisoo hesitated before accepting the silicone phallus. She held it in both hands, staring at it for several seconds before bringing it to her lips. With her eyes still downcast, she took the tip into her mouth.
"Close your eyes if that helps you recall the details more clearly." Dr. Bennett said.
Jisoo closed her eyes and brought the model to her lips. She opened her mouth and took it in tentatively.
"That's it," Dr. Bennett said, her voice dropping to a soothing murmur. "Now imagine the weight of it on your tongue. The warmth of real flesh instead of silicone." Her words came in a steady, rhythmic cadence. "Feel how the skin stretches taut over hardness. How the veins pulse against your lips."
Jisoo's breathing quickened as she took the model deeper. "You're back in that VIP section," Dr. Bennett continued, her words measured and hypnotic. "Feel the thickness stretching your lips. Notice how the smooth skin contrasts with the firm veins underneath."
Dr. Bennett circled around Jisoo, her heels clicking softly against the hardwood floor. She came to a stop directly behind the chair where Jisoo sat, still working the anatomical model with her mouth.
"Feel his hands on your shoulders," Dr. Bennett said, her voice low and intimate. She placed her hands gently on Jisoo's shoulders. "His strong fingers pressing into your skin through the fabric."
Jisoo's movements faltered momentarily, but she didn't pull away.
"His hands grip your shoulders tighter," Dr. Bennett continued, her voice taking on a deeper, more resonant quality. Her fingers pressed gently into Jisoo's shoulders through the soft fabric of her sweater. "Feel the heat of his body behind you, the way his breath catches when you take him deeper."
Jisoo moaned softly around the model, her eyes still closed tightly.
"The music outside is pulsing. The bass vibrates through the floor." Dr. Bennett's fingers moved in small circles on Jisoo's shoulders. "Your sweater feels too warm against your skin. You can feel perspiration forming. The club is hot from all those bodies dancing."
Jisoo nodded slightly, her free hand moved to the collar of her sweater. She tugged at it slightly, as if suddenly aware of the constriction.
"Marcus wanted to see more of you, didn't he?" Dr. Bennett's hands slid from Jisoo's shoulders to the hem of her sweater. "He wanted to feel your skin against his fingertips."
A visible tremor ran through Jisoo's body as Dr. Bennett's fingers lingered at the hem of her sweater. Her lips parted, still glistening from the demonstration moments before. Dr. Bennett's fingers slipped beneath the soft fabric, her movements slow and deliberate. "Lift your arms," she instructed softly.
Jisoo complied, raising her arms above her head. The red sweater slid upward, revealing first her midriff, then the simple white cotton bra that cupped her small breasts. The sweater caught briefly on her chin before Dr. Bennett pulled it free completely, leaving Jisoo's dark hair slightly disheveled. The office light cast soft shadows across Jisoo's exposed skin. Her chest rose and fell with rapid breaths. The white bra stood in stark contrast against her pale skin, the simple design lacking embellishment or lace.
Dr. Bennett's fingers trailed lightly across Jisoo's bare shoulders, coming to rest on the thin white straps of her bra. The young woman's eyes remained closed, her breathing shallow and rapid.
"You're doing wonderfully, Jisoo," Dr. Bennett murmured, her voice taking on a rhythmic, almost melodic quality. "Now, I want you to imagine we're still in that club. The music is throbbing through your body. Marcus wants to see more of you."
Jisoo's head tilted back slightly, her lips parting. The office light caught the sheen of perspiration forming along her collarbone.
"I'd like you to remove your bra now," Dr. Bennett said, her tone shifting from suggestion to gentle command. "Show me how you revealed yourself to him that night."
Jisoo's eyes remained closed. Her hands moved slowly to her back, fingers fumbling momentarily with the clasp of her bra. There was a slight hesitation, her movements pausing for a brief second before the clasp came undone. The white cotton straps loosened around her shoulders.
She drew her arms forward, allowing the simple garment to slide down. As the white cotton bra fell away, Jisoo's breasts were revealed in the soft light of Dr. Bennett's office. They were small and perfectly formed, each no larger than a cupcake, with pale alabaster skin that seemed to glow against the surrounding shadows. Her areolas were a delicate shade of pink, small and perfectly centered, each capped with a tiny nipple that had already hardened in the cool air of the room. The contrast between her slender frame and the gentle swell of her breasts created a vision of almost ethereal beauty. Despite their modest size, they sat high and firm on her chest, requiring no support, defying gravity with their youthful perfection.
Dr. Bennett circled around to face Jisoo, her clinical gaze assessing the young woman's exposed upper body.
"Look at yourself," Dr. Bennett instructed, gesturing to the full-length mirror on the wall. "Open your eyes and see what Marcus saw that night."
Jisoo's eyes fluttered open. She gasped softly at her reflection—half-naked in the therapist's office, her hair slightly disheveled, her breasts exposed to the cool air.
"In therapeutic settings, clothing often serves as both a physical and psychological barrier," Dr. Bennett explained. "The layers we wear—particularly in your industry, where image is so carefully constructed—can prevent us from accessing authentic emotional responses."
She gestured toward Jisoo's exposed upper body. "Notice how differently you're breathing now compared to when you first arrived. Your shoulders have relaxed. Your speech patterns have become more fluid."
Jisoo glanced down at herself, then back at Dr. Bennett.
"This is... scientific?" she asked, her fingers moving to the waistband of her skirt.
"Yes. It's called Inhibition Reduction Therapy," Dr. Bennett explained. "The body holds tension that restricts emotional processing. By removing layers of clothing, we remove corresponding layers of psychological defense."
She gestured toward Jisoo's exposed upper body. "Notice how differently you're breathing now compared to when you first arrived. Your shoulders have relaxed. Your speech patterns have become more fluid."
Jisoo glanced down at herself, then back at Dr. Bennett.
"This is... scientific?" she asked, her fingers moving to the waistband of her skirt.
"Yes. It's called Inhibition Reduction Therapy," Dr. Bennett explained. "The body holds tension that restricts emotional processing. By removing layers of clothing, we remove corresponding layers of psychological defense."
Jisoo's arms moved instinctively to cover herself, then stopped midway. Her hands hovered uncertainly in the air before dropping back to her sides.
"How did Marcus react when he saw you like this?" she asked, her voice maintaining its clinical tone.
"He say I beautiful," Jisoo whispered, her accent thickening. "He touch very gentle first. Then more..." She made a cupping gesture with her hands.
"Show me," Dr. Bennett said, her voice still professional but carrying a subtle undertone of command. "Demonstrate exactly how he touched you."
Jisoo hesitated only briefly before her hands moved to her breasts. Her delicate fingers cupped the small mounds, gently at first, then with increasing pressure. She squeezed them, her thumbs brushing over the hardened pink nipples. She then reached for the anatomical model on the table, her movements hesitant. She lifted it slowly, turning it over in her hands before bringing it toward her mouth. Her lips parted slightly, but she paused, the silicone phallus hovering just inches from her face. She glanced up at Dr. Bennett, then back down at the model.
Dr. Bennett observed her client's hesitation. "You seem uncertain, Jisoo. Perhaps we should try a different approach."
Jisoo lowered the model back to her lap. "Sorry," she whispered, her accent thick. "I feel... strange now."
"There's no need to apologize." Dr. Bennett set her notepad down and stood from her chair. She moved with practiced efficiency, retrieving the anatomical model from Jisoo's hands. "Sometimes it can be helpful to have guidance. Would you be comfortable if I held the model for you? It might help you focus better."
Jisoo lowered her eyes and nodded, her dark hair falling forward to partially shield her face. Her fingers fidgeted with the edge of the chair's armrest.
"Yes," she whispered, her accent particularly pronounced. "Maybe better if you hold."
Bennett gestured to the open space in the center of the office. "Would you kneel here, please?"
Jisoo nodded once. She rose from the chair with fluid grace and moved to the center of the room. Her skirt stretched taut across her thighs as she lowered herself to her knees on the plush carpet. Her hands rested tentatively on her thighs, fingers splayed against the fabric of her skirt.
Dr. Bennett stepped closer, her posture remaining professional despite the intimate nature of the demonstration. She held the anatomical model at Jisoo's eye level.
"I want you to show me exactly how it happened with Marcus," Dr. Bennett instructed. "The depth, the rhythm—everything."
Jisoo's eyes widened briefly. She glanced at the closed door once more before returning her attention to the silicone phallus in Dr. Bennett's hand. Her chest rose and fell with several deep breaths.
"This real part of therapy?" she asked.
"Yes," Dr. Bennett replied. "Sometimes we need to physically recreate experiences to process them properly."
Jisoo nodded once. She leaned forward, her dark hair falling around her face like a curtain. Her lips parted as she took the tip of the anatomical model into her mouth. Her eyes closed as she began to work it deeper, her head moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm.
Dr. Bennett maintained her grip on the base of the model, allowing Jisoo to control the depth. "That's right," she said. "Just as it happened in Paris.”
Jisoo's head moved forward, taking more of the anatomical model into her mouth. Her lipstick left faint traces on the dark silicone as she worked. Her hands, previously resting on her thighs, rose to grip the base of the model, steadying it as her movements became more confident.
"Good," Dr. Bennett murmured, her voice dropping to a hypnotic cadence. "You're doing wonderfully, Jisoo.”
Jisoo's movements became more fluid, her eyes remaining closed as she worked. The office was silent except for the soft, wet sounds of her demonstration and the gentle bubbling of the fountain.
"That's right," Dr. Bennett continued, her voice low and rhythmic. "You're back in that VIP section now. The music is pulsing through the walls. You can feel the vibrations through the floor." Dr. Bennett reached forward with her free hand. Her fingers threaded through Jisoo's dark hair, gathering the silky strands at the back of her head. She tightened her grip gradually, not pulling but holding firmly, just as Jisoo had described Marcus doing.
"He held you like this, didn't he?" Dr. Bennett asked.
Jisoo made a small sound of approval, her eyelids fluttering, remaining closed as her head moved in rhythm with Dr. Bennett's guiding hand.
"You're safe here," Dr. Bennett continued, her voice low and soothing. "Let yourself experience the memory fully. Feel his hands in your hair, just as mine are now."
Jisoo's throat relaxed as she pressed forward, taking the anatomical model deeper than before. The silicone phallus disappeared almost entirely between her lips as her nose nearly touched Dr. Bennett's fingers at the base. A muffled gagging sound emerged from her throat, but she didn't pull back. Tears formed at the corners of her closed eyes.
Dr. Bennett maintained her grip on Jisoo's hair, neither pushing nor pulling. "That's excellent," she said. "That's very deep, Jisoo. You're accessing the memory fully now."
Jisoo's free hand dropped from the base of the model. It moved beneath her skirt, which had ridden up around her thighs as she knelt on the carpet. Her fingers slipped between her legs, pressing against the cotton fabric of her underwear. The movement of her hand created a subtle rhythm that matched the bobbing of her head.
Dr. Bennett didn’t hesitate, kneeling down so she was eye-level with Jisoo’s hand sliding under her skirt. “That’s it, don’t be shy. Show me how you did it. Show me how bad you wanted it,” she said, watching as Jisoo’s hips lifted and rocked in time with the slow, deep sucks she was giving the silicone cock. The wet, sloppy sounds of her mouth on the shaft mixed with the faint rustle of her fingers rubbing her pussy through the thin cotton thong. “Just like that,” Bennett murmured, her hand still tight in Jisoo’s hair, holding her steady as she watched the mess building at the corners of the idol’s lips. “Rub your pussy, Jisoo. Get it nice and wet, let yourself feel it. Show me everything,” she said, her tone dark and soothing at the same time.
"How did Marcus react when he saw you like this?" she asked, her voice maintaining its clinical tone.
"He say I beautiful," Jisoo whispered, her accent thickening. "He touch very gentle first. Then more..." She made a cupping gesture with her hands.
"Show me," Dr. Bennett said, her voice still professional but carrying a subtle undertone of command. "Demonstrate exactly how he touched you."
Jisoo hesitated only briefly before her hands moved to her breasts. Her delicate fingers cupped the small mounds, gently at first, then with increasing pressure. She squeezed them, her thumbs brushing over the hardened pink nipples. She then reached for the anatomical model on the table, her movements hesitant. She lifted it slowly, turning it over in her hands before bringing it toward her mouth. Her lips parted slightly, but she paused, the silicone phallus hovering just inches from her face. She glanced up at Dr. Bennett, then back down at the model.
Dr. Bennett observed her client's hesitation. "You seem uncertain, Jisoo. Perhaps we should try a different approach."
Jisoo lowered the model back to her lap. "Sorry," she whispered, her accent thick. "I feel... strange now."
"There's no need to apologize." Dr. Bennett set her notepad down and stood from her chair. She moved with practiced efficiency, retrieving the anatomical model from Jisoo's hands. "Sometimes it can be helpful to have guidance. Would you be comfortable if I held the model for you? It might help you focus better."
Jisoo lowered her eyes and nodded, her dark hair falling forward to partially shield her face. Her fingers fidgeted with the edge of the chair's armrest.
"Yes," she whispered, her accent particularly pronounced. "Maybe better if you hold."
Bennett gestured to the open space in the center of the office. "Would you kneel here, please?"
Jisoo nodded once. She rose from the chair with fluid grace and moved to the center of the room. Her skirt stretched taut across her thighs as she lowered herself to her knees on the plush carpet. Her hands rested tentatively on her thighs, fingers splayed against the fabric of her skirt.
Dr. Bennett stepped closer, her posture remaining professional despite the intimate nature of the demonstration. She held the anatomical model at Jisoo's eye level.
"I want you to show me exactly how it happened with Marcus," Dr. Bennett instructed. "The depth, the rhythm—everything."
Jisoo's eyes widened briefly. She glanced at the closed door once more before returning her attention to the silicone phallus in Dr. Bennett's hand. Her chest rose and fell with several deep breaths.
"This real part of therapy?" she asked.
"Yes," Dr. Bennett replied. "Sometimes we need to physically recreate experiences to process them properly."
Jisoo nodded once. She leaned forward, her dark hair falling around her face like a curtain. Her lips parted as she took the tip of the anatomical model into her mouth. Her eyes closed as she began to work it deeper, her head moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm.
Dr. Bennett maintained her grip on the base of the model, allowing Jisoo to control the depth. "That's right," she said. "Just as it happened in Paris.”
Jisoo's head moved forward, taking more of the anatomical model into her mouth. Her lipstick left faint traces on the dark silicone as she worked. Her hands, previously resting on her thighs, rose to grip the base of the model, steadying it as her movements became more confident.
"Good," Dr. Bennett murmured, her voice dropping to a hypnotic cadence. "You're doing wonderfully, Jisoo.”
Jisoo's movements became more fluid, her eyes remaining closed as she worked. The office was silent except for the soft, wet sounds of her demonstration and the gentle bubbling of the fountain.
"That's right," Dr. Bennett continued, her voice low and rhythmic. "You're back in that VIP section now. The music is pulsing through the walls. You can feel the vibrations through the floor." Dr. Bennett reached forward with her free hand. Her fingers threaded through Jisoo's dark hair, gathering the silky strands at the back of her head. She tightened her grip gradually, not pulling but holding firmly, just as Jisoo had described Marcus doing.
"He held you like this, didn't he?" Dr. Bennett asked.
Jisoo made a small sound of approval, her eyelids fluttering, remaining closed as her head moved in rhythm with Dr. Bennett's guiding hand.
"You're safe here," Dr. Bennett continued, her voice low and soothing. "Let yourself experience the memory fully. Feel his hands in your hair, just as mine are now."
Jisoo's throat relaxed as she pressed forward, taking the anatomical model deeper than before. The silicone phallus disappeared almost entirely between her lips as her nose nearly touched Dr. Bennett's fingers at the base. A muffled gagging sound emerged from her throat, but she didn't pull back. Tears formed at the corners of her closed eyes.
Dr. Bennett maintained her grip on Jisoo's hair, neither pushing nor pulling. "That's excellent," she said. "That's very deep, Jisoo. You're accessing the memory fully now."
Jisoo's free hand dropped from the base of the model. It moved beneath her skirt, which had ridden up around her thighs as she knelt on the carpet. Her fingers slipped between her legs, pressing against the cotton fabric of her underwear. The movement of her hand created a subtle rhythm that matched the bobbing of her head.
Dr. Bennett didn’t hesitate, kneeling down so she was eye-level with Jisoo’s hand sliding under her skirt. “That’s it, don’t be shy. Show me how you did it. Show me how bad you wanted it,” she said, watching as Jisoo’s hips lifted and rocked in time with the slow, deep sucks she was giving the silicone cock. The wet, sloppy sounds of her mouth on the shaft mixed with the faint rustle of her fingers rubbing her pussy through the thin cotton thong. “Just like that,” Bennett murmured, her hand still tight in Jisoo’s hair, holding her steady as she watched the mess building at the corners of the idol’s lips. “Rub your pussy, Jisoo. Get it nice and wet, let yourself feel it. Show me everything,” she said, her tone dark and soothing at the same time.
Jisoo's head jerked with surprise at the sudden filth in Dr. Bennett's voice, her eyes fluttering open wide before squeezing shut again as the shock rippled through her, but the explicit words only fueled the heat that was already radiating from between her thighs. Embarrassment and arousal tangled together, her cheeks burning as the words “rub your pussy” lingered in the air, so crude and explicit compared to their earlier conversation. But, impossibly, it only made her wetter.
Jisoo moaned, mouth still stuffed full, spit leaking down her chin as her fingers pressed harder into the cotton, rubbing in desperate little circles over her clit. She rocked her hips into her own hand, small whimpers vibrating right onto the tip of the cock she was working so damn hard to impress.
“That’s what I want to see. You did this at the club, right? On your knees, cock in your mouth, panties soaked?” Bennett gave the model a little nudge, pushing it past Jisoo’s lips so her nose mashed right into Bennett’s fingers.
“Mmmmgh… mmmm…” Jisoo’s thighs trembled as she pressed her palm into her panties, grinding straight down on her clit, hips jerking with every obscene slurp of the black cock between her lips. The wet, sticky sound of spit and suction went on and on. A line of drool dangled from her chin, stringing down to the carpet.
Bennett let her rock in place, letting her take it as far as she wanted, but after a while her voice cut through, sharp and direct: “Just your clit, Jisoo? Or did you slide your fingers inside?”
Jisoo’s face snapped up, lips stretching wide around the shaft. Her eyes were huge, nervous, desperate. She shook her head, then started to nod.
“I use... fingers,” she moaned, voice muffled. “Inside... I put fingers in... always when suck big one.”
“Show me how many. Show me how deep.”
Jisoo didn’t hesitate. She hiked up her skirt, denim bunching at her waist, her thighs spread wide on the thick carpet. The white thong barely covered anything, already so wet it was see-through right in the middle, the outline of her pussy totally obvious beneath the cotton. She hooked two fingers around the crotch and yanked it aside, not bothering to slow down or look up at Dr. Bennett. Right away, she jammed both fingers into her cunt, the sticky slap of knuckles against soaking lips loud and clear even over the bubbling fountain. “Mmmph…, like this,” she said around the fat shaft stuffed in her mouth, pumping her fingers so hard her hips jerked with each push.
"What else did Marcus say to you that night?" Dr. Bennett asked, her voice steady and professional.
Jisoo's eyes fluttered open. She slowly withdrew the silicone phallus from her mouth, a thin strand of saliva connecting her lower lip to the tip before breaking. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her lipstick smudged across her chin. Her chest rose and fell with rapid breaths as she looked up at Dr. Bennett.
"He say..." Jisoo paused, swallowed visibly. "He say I better than other girls. Say I no gag ." Her accent thickened as she spoke, her voice raspy from the demonstration. "He ask if all Korean girls so good."
Bennett didn’t waste a second, her hand still in Jisoo’s hair as she brought the thick shaft right up to the idol’s quivering lips. “Did you take it all the way, Jisoo? Did he make you swallow every inch?”
Jisoo’s cheeks were still flushed, eyes huge and watery as she licked her lips, glancing nervously at the cock in Bennett’s hand. “He want… he want me to do all,” she whispered, voice barely holding together as she watched the tip hover in front of her face. “All the way, deep, like in movie… I try my best.”
Bennett grinned, giving the base of the cock a little twist. “You want to show me how you did it for him?” She moved the thick cock closer, her own hand wrapped around the base, lining it up straight in front of Jisoo’s face. “Show me how deep you went. I want to see it. Don’t hold back, remember how you wanted to impress him.”
Jisoo didn’t even hesitate this time. She let the fat head smack against her lips, then slid her mouth down, cheeks caving as she forced it in deeper and deeper until her nose was mashed right up against Bennett’s knuckles. “Mmmfff… mmmm…,” she moaned, spit spattering across her lips and chin and dribbling down in thick, gloppy strings that landed right on her chest, right between her tits, the little droplets of spit splattering across her pale skin and soaking the tips of her tiny nipples. Her cute breasts were practically glazed in the stuff, just glistening in the light, wet and sticky with every pump of her mouth on the monster cock in front of her.
Jisoo’s face snapped up, lips stretching wide around the shaft. Her eyes were huge, nervous, desperate. She shook her head, then started to nod.
“I use... fingers,” she moaned, voice muffled. “Inside... I put fingers in... always when suck big one.”
“Show me how many. Show me how deep.”
Jisoo didn’t hesitate. She hiked up her skirt, denim bunching at her waist, her thighs spread wide on the thick carpet. The white thong barely covered anything, already so wet it was see-through right in the middle, the outline of her pussy totally obvious beneath the cotton. She hooked two fingers around the crotch and yanked it aside, not bothering to slow down or look up at Dr. Bennett. Right away, she jammed both fingers into her cunt, the sticky slap of knuckles against soaking lips loud and clear even over the bubbling fountain. “Mmmph…, like this,” she said around the fat shaft stuffed in her mouth, pumping her fingers so hard her hips jerked with each push.
"What else did Marcus say to you that night?" Dr. Bennett asked, her voice steady and professional.
Jisoo's eyes fluttered open. She slowly withdrew the silicone phallus from her mouth, a thin strand of saliva connecting her lower lip to the tip before breaking. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her lipstick smudged across her chin. Her chest rose and fell with rapid breaths as she looked up at Dr. Bennett.
"He say..." Jisoo paused, swallowed visibly. "He say I better than other girls. Say I no gag ." Her accent thickened as she spoke, her voice raspy from the demonstration. "He ask if all Korean girls so good."
Bennett didn’t waste a second, her hand still in Jisoo’s hair as she brought the thick shaft right up to the idol’s quivering lips. “Did you take it all the way, Jisoo? Did he make you swallow every inch?”
Jisoo’s cheeks were still flushed, eyes huge and watery as she licked her lips, glancing nervously at the cock in Bennett’s hand. “He want… he want me to do all,” she whispered, voice barely holding together as she watched the tip hover in front of her face. “All the way, deep, like in movie… I try my best.”
Bennett grinned, giving the base of the cock a little twist. “You want to show me how you did it for him?” She moved the thick cock closer, her own hand wrapped around the base, lining it up straight in front of Jisoo’s face. “Show me how deep you went. I want to see it. Don’t hold back, remember how you wanted to impress him.”
Jisoo didn’t even hesitate this time. She let the fat head smack against her lips, then slid her mouth down, cheeks caving as she forced it in deeper and deeper until her nose was mashed right up against Bennett’s knuckles. “Mmmfff… mmmm…,” she moaned, spit spattering across her lips and chin and dribbling down in thick, gloppy strings that landed right on her chest, right between her tits, the little droplets of spit splattering across her pale skin and soaking the tips of her tiny nipples. Her cute breasts were practically glazed in the stuff, just glistening in the light, wet and sticky with every pump of her mouth on the monster cock in front of her.
“Good. Now what happened next with Marcus?” Bennett barely paused, giving the cock a little nudge.
She looked up at Dr. Bennett, her mascara streaked beneath her eyes, lipstick smudged across her mouth and chin. Her trembling hand reached out and grasped Dr. Bennett's wrist, pulling it toward her chest. "Marcus, he do this," Jisoo said, her voice hoarse. She guided Dr. Bennett's hand to her chest, straight to her spit-glossed nipple. “He touch me here,” Jisoo shuddered, her hand tugging Bennett’s palm right up against her little tit. Her own fingers were still jammed deep in her cunt, pumping like she needed to win a fucking contest, the squishy sound of her pussy getting louder and wetter under the thin cotton thong.
Bennett didn’t hesitate for a second. She pinched Jisoo’s nipple between her thumb and forefinger, rolling it back and forth until it glistened even brighter with a fresh coat of drool. “That’s it, that’s what he liked, huh?"
Y-yes, he like to squeeze... very hard,” she whimpered, still pumping the cock with her lips, arching her back, her eyes fluttering as Bennett played with her tit. Spit ran in fat streaks down her flat chest, soaking the pale skin and gathering in the delicate hollow between her barely-there breasts. Two fingers working her cunt, wrist jerking like she wanted to claw the orgasm right out of herself, panties shoved aside, everything on display. Bennett squeezed harder, twisting Jisoo’s spit-covered nipple until the idol whimpered and choked on the fat toy. "He say... pretty. So small, so pretty."
"You're doing extremely well, Jisoo," Dr. Bennett said, her voice calm and measured. "I want you to continue sharing exactly what happened that night. Don't hold anything back. Complete honesty is essential for this therapy to work."
Jisoo remained on her knees, her chest exposed and glistening with saliva in the soft office light. She wiped at her smeared makeup with the back of her hand, smudging it further across her cheek.
"After this part..." Jisoo hesitated, her eyes focused on the anatomical model still in Dr. Bennett's hand. "Marcus, he take it out of my mouth and..." Her hand rose to her cheek, fingers touching the skin there. "He hit me here. With his..." She gestured toward the silicone phallus.
"He slapped your face with his penis?" Dr. Bennett asked, her tone remaining clinical.
Jisoo nodded, her hair falling forward to partially shield her face. "Yes. Many times. Both sides."
Dr. Bennett stepped closer, the anatomical model held firmly in her hand. Without hesitation, she drew back her arm and swept the silicone phallus across Jisoo's cheek with a wet slap. The impact left a glistening trail of saliva across her flushed skin.
Jisoo gasped, her head turning slightly from the impact. She remained motionless for a moment, her chest rising and falling with rapid breaths.
Dr. Bennett studied her reaction. "Is that similar to what Marcus did?"
Jisoo nodded, her breathing becoming more rapid. Her eyes remained fixed on the anatomical model as Dr. Bennett raised it again. The second slap landed on her other cheek, leaving another wet streak across her skin.
"Yes," Jisoo whispered, her accent thick. Her free hand moved to brace against the carpet as her body rocked forward slightly. The movements beneath her skirt became more pronounced, more deliberate. "He do this many times."
"What did Marcus say to you when he slapped you with his penis?" Dr. Bennett asked. Her voice remained measured and professional despite the intimate nature of the demonstration. "His exact words, if you can recall them."
Jisoo's chest rose and fell with rapid breaths. The saliva on her exposed skin glistened under the office lights. "He say..." Jisoo paused, her accent thickening as she spoke. "He say, 'Take it, little K-pop slut.' And call me... 'Asian doll.'" She wiped at the wet streak on her cheek with trembling fingers. "Say my face perfect for this."
Bennett didn’t let up, just kept the fat, shiny cock-model inches from Jisoo’s open mouth. “And then what? Did he finish in your mouth, or all over your face?”
Jisoo’s cheeks burned brighter. She swallowed, still kneeling on the floor, tits out, chin shining with spit. “He… take out… stroke, stroke, then come all here,” she blurted, waving both hands across her tiny, saliva-slicked breasts.
“Did you stop there, or did you keep going?”
Jisoo’s fingers were already back between her legs, pumping the soaked pussy hard and fast. “I finish too. Still on floor. He watch me do it.”
“All right, Jisoo, now it’s time to show me an orgasm,” Bennett said, her voice calm, perfectly professional, not even a tremor of embarrassment in her tone. She kept the fat cock aimed right at the center of the singer's face, wrist steady, her other hand moving to gently but firmly catch her jaw. “You’re ready, you need it. Don’t hold back.”
Jisoo’s jaw dropped, her fingers still wedged deep in her dripping cunt, the mess soaking her hand and the office carpet beneath her knees. Her mouth actually hung open for a second, like she couldn’t believe what she’d just heard. “Right here?” she whispered, eyes huge and glassy.
Bennett didn’t answer right away, just leaned in with the cock-model tapping lightly against Jisoo’s swollen, spit-slick lips. “That’s right. You’re going to make yourself cum, right here, just like you did for Marcus.”
Bennett didn’t waste a second. She grabbed a fistful of Jisoo’s silky hair and yanked her head forward, jamming the fat, glistening cock-model straight into her open mouth, hard and deep.
“Just like that. Take it, you little K-pop cocksucker,” Bennett growled, voice suddenly rough and mean, nothing like the calm therapist from earlier. “Show me how hungry you are for that black cock. You want it all the way down your throat, don’t you?”
Jisoo gagged, spit flying, her nose mashed into Bennett’s knuckles as the thick shaft filled her mouth to bursting. Tears streamed down her cheeks.
"You think about them watching you?" Dr. Bennett continued, slapping the silicone phallus lightly against Jisoo's cheek. "All those little girls with their light sticks, seeing their idol worship big black cock?"
"No," Jisoo whispered, her accent thickening. "Please no talk about fans."
Dr. Bennett nodded once. "Open wider then. Show me how deep you can take it."
She moaned desperately, her thighs shaking and her soaked panties riding high up her ass, barely concealing the frantic, messy movement of her fingers slamming in and out of her greedy cunt.
“Is this what you like? Getting face-fucked with a cock bigger than anything you ever saw in Korea? You want to choke on it, make a mess, ruin your pretty face?”
Jisoo’s entire body trembled. She sobbed, mouth packed full, hips grinding hard as she desperately chased her orgasm, the wet slapping noises and Bennett’s filthy words pushing her right to the edge.
"Look at you, drooling down your tits, panties shoved over, two fingers deep in your tight little cunt. You want to cum? You wanna show me how Blackpink's prettiest slut cums on her knees?"
Jisoo nodded frantically, mouth working the shaft like she was starving for it.
"Fucking do it then. I wanna see you cum, Jisoo. Right now. On my cock. Show me how you cum for a real man, show me you’re just a little K-pop cumslut," Bennett growled, shoving the shaft so deep in Jisoo’s mouth she gagged around it, spit and moans and desperate, filthy sounds all at once.
Jisoo whimpered, her whole body shuddering, fingers pumping in and out of her cunt so fast the squishy wet sounds filled the office. Her knees were spread wide, the soaked crotch of her panties stretched aside and clinging right to her lips, every desperate stroke of her wrist making her thighs shake even harder.
"That's it," Dr. Bennett continued, her professional demeanor completely transformed. "Rub that needy little cunt while you take it deep. Show me what a filthy slut you really are under all that innocent K-pop packaging."
Jisoo's body began to tremble. Her thighs tensed visibly as her hand worked in increasingly erratic motions. Soft, muffled whimpers escaped around the silicone obstruction in her mouth.
"You're close, aren't you?" Dr. Bennett taunted.
She pulled the model from Jisoo's mouth with a wet pop and slapped it against her cheek again. The impact left another glistening streak across Jisoo's flushed skin.
"Tell me what you are," Dr. Bennett demanded, her voice dropping even lower. "Say it."
"I'm... cocksucker," Jisoo replied frantically.
Dr. Bennett's hand shot forward, grasping the back of Jisoo's head firmly. Her fingers tangled in the dark hair, gripping tightly as she positioned the anatomical model directly in front of Jisoo's face.
"Not good enough," Dr. Bennett said, her voice deeper than before. "Tell me what you really are."
Jisoo’s whole body was trembling now, her knees wide apart and her ass wobbling in the air as she rammed her fingers into her cunt, every stroke making a filthy, squelching slap, the soaked white panties totally see-through now, the outline of her pussy glistening wet under every office light. The mess on her chin and chest was next-level, spit and tears running together in a sticky web across her perfect, flushed face.
"I'm dirty K-pop slut," Jisoo gasped, her accent thickening with each word. "Asian doll for big cock."
Her whole body went rigid, thighs shaking, her ass bouncing up off her heels. She buried her fingers in her cunt, pumping like she had a point to prove, and just fucking exploded. There was no warning, no hesitation, just a sharp sob and a gush of clear, sticky fluid that shot straight through the thong and splattered all over the expensive carpet, soaking it instantly.
Her jaw dropped, eyes squeezed shut, and every muscle in her body tensed as she screamed something in korean, the words half-muffled by the fat cock-model still pounding her lips. The next wave hit, even messier than the last, splattering her thighs and the denim bunched around her hip. She moaned deep in her throat, spit pouring down her face as she humped her own hand like she might never stop. Her ass was up, panties jammed over, two fingers rammed in her cunt, and the clear liquid just kept pouring out of her, splattering the thick carpet and dripping down her trembling thighs. She bucked hard, knees digging into the plush office floor, her hair wild and sticky and her mouth locked open in a silent scream.
Dr. Bennett withdrew the anatomical model, allowing Jisoo to gasp for air. The young woman collapsed backward, her shoulders hitting the carpet with a soft thud. Her chest heaved with desperate breaths, breasts exposed and glistening with saliva in the office light. Her skirt remained bunched around her waist, legs splayed awkwardly as her fingers continued to move in slow, circular motions between her thighs.
"Very good," Dr. Bennett said, her voice returning to its professional tone.
Jisoo collapsed forward, her fingers still locked between her trembling thighs, her breath rattling from somewhere deep in her chest. For several long seconds, the only sound in the office was the gentle hum of the fountain and the quick, staccato gasps as Jisoo’s body slowly came down from the high. Saliva, clear and shining, still streaked her chin and chest, and her pale skin flushed bright pink all the way down her neck. She swayed slightly on her knees, as if the aftershocks of her orgasm had momentarily short-circuited her ability to balance.
Dr. Bennett waited, saying nothing at first, watching with a calm, clinical patience as Jisoo struggled to catch her breath. She didn’t rush her, didn’t move to help or interrupt. Instead, she set the anatomical model gently on the side table, wiped her hands with a tissue, and then crouched down so she was eye-level with her client.
“You did extremely well, Jisoo,” Dr. Bennett said, her tone soft but steady. “That was a beautiful orgasm. Now take your time. Let your body recover.” She nodded, her expression neutral but approving. “You’re safe. There’s no rush. The body’s response to this kind of memory work can be intense.”
For a long moment, Jisoo simply knelt there, shoulders shaking, head bowed and hair wild around her flushed, tear-streaked face. The silence was broken only by those ragged, shuddering breaths and the faint, wet sounds from between her trembling thighs as her hand finally, reluctantly went still. She blinked hard, saliva still painting her chin and chest, makeup streaked across her cheeks in lurid smears. The realization of her own nakedness seemed to hit her in slow motion—the ruined panties clinging to her hips, the bared skin beaded with sweat and spit, the pale curve of her breasts still glistening from Dr. Bennett’s touch.
“I… I so sorry,” she whispered, voice barely there. Her fingers trembled as she tugged her skirt down over her knees, cheeks burning with fresh humiliation. She dragged the bra up over her chest with shaking hands, clutching it to cover herself. "I lose control. I make mess.”
Dr. Bennett’s voice was calm, neutral, without a trace of judgment. “You did exactly what you needed to do. There is nothing to be sorry for.”
Dr. Bennett returned to her chair and crossed her legs, her posture once again composed and clinical. She adjusted her glasses and picked up her notepad from the side table. "On the contrary," Dr. Bennett said, making a brief note. "That was an excellent session, Jisoo. You demonstrated you're capable of following instructions and are ready for Libidinal Narrative Therapy."
"This is... normal therapy?" the singer asked, her accent particularly pronounced as she struggled to fasten her clothing.
"For my practice, yes." Dr. Bennett nodded. "Libidinal Narrative Reprocessing requires a full physical and emotional catharsis. You've taken an important first step. Now, how do you feel?”
"I feel..." Jisoo paused, wiping at her face with the tissue. A small smile formed on her lips, transforming her tear-streaked features. "I feel good. So good." She sat up straighter, shoulders relaxing visibly. "Like heavy weight gone from here." She placed her hand over her chest.
Dr. Bennett made another note on her pad. "Interesting. Can you elaborate on that sensation?"
Jisoo nodded eagerly, her hair falling across her face. She pushed it back with trembling fingers. "For years, I keep everything inside. Perfect idol." She gestured toward her disheveled appearance. "This is real me. Not girl on magazine. Not girl on stage."
Dr. Bennett made a note on her pad. "That's an excellent response. Many patients experience similar relief after their first session."
Jisoo nodded emphatically, her disheveled hair bouncing with the movement. She wiped at her smeared makeup with the back of her hand, smudging it further across her cheek.
"Never say these things before," she said, her voice stronger than it had been moments earlier. "Never show anyone real Jisoo."
Dr. Bennett glanced at the delicate watch on her wrist. "I'm afraid our time is coming to an end for today." She closed her notepad and set it on the side table, then stood up smoothly.
Jisoo blinked, looking momentarily disoriented. She glanced around the office as if seeing it for the first time, then down at her disheveled appearance.
"Is over already?" Jisoo asked, her voice small.
"We've made remarkable progress for an initial session." Dr. Bennett walked to her desk and retrieved a box of makeup removal wipes, which she offered to Jisoo. "There's a private bathroom through that door if you'd like to freshen up before you leave."
Jisoo accepted the wipes with both hands and a slight bow of her head. "Thank you." She dabbed at the mascara streaks on her cheeks.
"I'd like to schedule you for another session next week, same time if that works for you."
Jisoo followed Dr. Bennett's gaze to the clock and nodded. She continued buttoning her blouse with trembling fingers.
"Yes, please. I would like that very much," she said, her accent thick but her voice steadier than before.
Dr. Bennett moved toward the door, gesturing for Jisoo to follow. "We've made excellent progress today. I look forward to continuing our work next week."
Jisoo stepped forward, smoothing her skirt with one hand while extending the other. The glistening wetness on her fingers caught the light as her hand met Dr. Bennett's.
"Thank you, Doctor," Jisoo said, her voice steady despite her disheveled appearance.
Dr. Bennett's gaze flickered briefly to their joined hands, where the moisture from Jisoo's fingers transferred to her palm. A moment of silence stretched between them. Neither woman acknowledged the dampness of their handshake.
"You're welcome," Dr. Bennett replied, maintaining her professional demeanor. She released Jisoo's hand and reached for the door handle. "My receptionist can help you schedule your next appointment on your way out."
She looked up at Dr. Bennett, her mascara streaked beneath her eyes, lipstick smudged across her mouth and chin. Her trembling hand reached out and grasped Dr. Bennett's wrist, pulling it toward her chest. "Marcus, he do this," Jisoo said, her voice hoarse. She guided Dr. Bennett's hand to her chest, straight to her spit-glossed nipple. “He touch me here,” Jisoo shuddered, her hand tugging Bennett’s palm right up against her little tit. Her own fingers were still jammed deep in her cunt, pumping like she needed to win a fucking contest, the squishy sound of her pussy getting louder and wetter under the thin cotton thong.
Bennett didn’t hesitate for a second. She pinched Jisoo’s nipple between her thumb and forefinger, rolling it back and forth until it glistened even brighter with a fresh coat of drool. “That’s it, that’s what he liked, huh?"
Y-yes, he like to squeeze... very hard,” she whimpered, still pumping the cock with her lips, arching her back, her eyes fluttering as Bennett played with her tit. Spit ran in fat streaks down her flat chest, soaking the pale skin and gathering in the delicate hollow between her barely-there breasts. Two fingers working her cunt, wrist jerking like she wanted to claw the orgasm right out of herself, panties shoved aside, everything on display. Bennett squeezed harder, twisting Jisoo’s spit-covered nipple until the idol whimpered and choked on the fat toy. "He say... pretty. So small, so pretty."
"You're doing extremely well, Jisoo," Dr. Bennett said, her voice calm and measured. "I want you to continue sharing exactly what happened that night. Don't hold anything back. Complete honesty is essential for this therapy to work."
Jisoo remained on her knees, her chest exposed and glistening with saliva in the soft office light. She wiped at her smeared makeup with the back of her hand, smudging it further across her cheek.
"After this part..." Jisoo hesitated, her eyes focused on the anatomical model still in Dr. Bennett's hand. "Marcus, he take it out of my mouth and..." Her hand rose to her cheek, fingers touching the skin there. "He hit me here. With his..." She gestured toward the silicone phallus.
"He slapped your face with his penis?" Dr. Bennett asked, her tone remaining clinical.
Jisoo nodded, her hair falling forward to partially shield her face. "Yes. Many times. Both sides."
Dr. Bennett stepped closer, the anatomical model held firmly in her hand. Without hesitation, she drew back her arm and swept the silicone phallus across Jisoo's cheek with a wet slap. The impact left a glistening trail of saliva across her flushed skin.
Jisoo gasped, her head turning slightly from the impact. She remained motionless for a moment, her chest rising and falling with rapid breaths.
Dr. Bennett studied her reaction. "Is that similar to what Marcus did?"
Jisoo nodded, her breathing becoming more rapid. Her eyes remained fixed on the anatomical model as Dr. Bennett raised it again. The second slap landed on her other cheek, leaving another wet streak across her skin.
"Yes," Jisoo whispered, her accent thick. Her free hand moved to brace against the carpet as her body rocked forward slightly. The movements beneath her skirt became more pronounced, more deliberate. "He do this many times."
"What did Marcus say to you when he slapped you with his penis?" Dr. Bennett asked. Her voice remained measured and professional despite the intimate nature of the demonstration. "His exact words, if you can recall them."
Jisoo's chest rose and fell with rapid breaths. The saliva on her exposed skin glistened under the office lights. "He say..." Jisoo paused, her accent thickening as she spoke. "He say, 'Take it, little K-pop slut.' And call me... 'Asian doll.'" She wiped at the wet streak on her cheek with trembling fingers. "Say my face perfect for this."
Bennett didn’t let up, just kept the fat, shiny cock-model inches from Jisoo’s open mouth. “And then what? Did he finish in your mouth, or all over your face?”
Jisoo’s cheeks burned brighter. She swallowed, still kneeling on the floor, tits out, chin shining with spit. “He… take out… stroke, stroke, then come all here,” she blurted, waving both hands across her tiny, saliva-slicked breasts.
“Did you stop there, or did you keep going?”
Jisoo’s fingers were already back between her legs, pumping the soaked pussy hard and fast. “I finish too. Still on floor. He watch me do it.”
“All right, Jisoo, now it’s time to show me an orgasm,” Bennett said, her voice calm, perfectly professional, not even a tremor of embarrassment in her tone. She kept the fat cock aimed right at the center of the singer's face, wrist steady, her other hand moving to gently but firmly catch her jaw. “You’re ready, you need it. Don’t hold back.”
Jisoo’s jaw dropped, her fingers still wedged deep in her dripping cunt, the mess soaking her hand and the office carpet beneath her knees. Her mouth actually hung open for a second, like she couldn’t believe what she’d just heard. “Right here?” she whispered, eyes huge and glassy.
Bennett didn’t answer right away, just leaned in with the cock-model tapping lightly against Jisoo’s swollen, spit-slick lips. “That’s right. You’re going to make yourself cum, right here, just like you did for Marcus.”
Bennett didn’t waste a second. She grabbed a fistful of Jisoo’s silky hair and yanked her head forward, jamming the fat, glistening cock-model straight into her open mouth, hard and deep.
“Just like that. Take it, you little K-pop cocksucker,” Bennett growled, voice suddenly rough and mean, nothing like the calm therapist from earlier. “Show me how hungry you are for that black cock. You want it all the way down your throat, don’t you?”
Jisoo gagged, spit flying, her nose mashed into Bennett’s knuckles as the thick shaft filled her mouth to bursting. Tears streamed down her cheeks.
"You think about them watching you?" Dr. Bennett continued, slapping the silicone phallus lightly against Jisoo's cheek. "All those little girls with their light sticks, seeing their idol worship big black cock?"
"No," Jisoo whispered, her accent thickening. "Please no talk about fans."
Dr. Bennett nodded once. "Open wider then. Show me how deep you can take it."
She moaned desperately, her thighs shaking and her soaked panties riding high up her ass, barely concealing the frantic, messy movement of her fingers slamming in and out of her greedy cunt.
“Is this what you like? Getting face-fucked with a cock bigger than anything you ever saw in Korea? You want to choke on it, make a mess, ruin your pretty face?”
Jisoo’s entire body trembled. She sobbed, mouth packed full, hips grinding hard as she desperately chased her orgasm, the wet slapping noises and Bennett’s filthy words pushing her right to the edge.
"Look at you, drooling down your tits, panties shoved over, two fingers deep in your tight little cunt. You want to cum? You wanna show me how Blackpink's prettiest slut cums on her knees?"
Jisoo nodded frantically, mouth working the shaft like she was starving for it.
"Fucking do it then. I wanna see you cum, Jisoo. Right now. On my cock. Show me how you cum for a real man, show me you’re just a little K-pop cumslut," Bennett growled, shoving the shaft so deep in Jisoo’s mouth she gagged around it, spit and moans and desperate, filthy sounds all at once.
Jisoo whimpered, her whole body shuddering, fingers pumping in and out of her cunt so fast the squishy wet sounds filled the office. Her knees were spread wide, the soaked crotch of her panties stretched aside and clinging right to her lips, every desperate stroke of her wrist making her thighs shake even harder.
"That's it," Dr. Bennett continued, her professional demeanor completely transformed. "Rub that needy little cunt while you take it deep. Show me what a filthy slut you really are under all that innocent K-pop packaging."
Jisoo's body began to tremble. Her thighs tensed visibly as her hand worked in increasingly erratic motions. Soft, muffled whimpers escaped around the silicone obstruction in her mouth.
"You're close, aren't you?" Dr. Bennett taunted.
She pulled the model from Jisoo's mouth with a wet pop and slapped it against her cheek again. The impact left another glistening streak across Jisoo's flushed skin.
"Tell me what you are," Dr. Bennett demanded, her voice dropping even lower. "Say it."
"I'm... cocksucker," Jisoo replied frantically.
Dr. Bennett's hand shot forward, grasping the back of Jisoo's head firmly. Her fingers tangled in the dark hair, gripping tightly as she positioned the anatomical model directly in front of Jisoo's face.
"Not good enough," Dr. Bennett said, her voice deeper than before. "Tell me what you really are."
Jisoo’s whole body was trembling now, her knees wide apart and her ass wobbling in the air as she rammed her fingers into her cunt, every stroke making a filthy, squelching slap, the soaked white panties totally see-through now, the outline of her pussy glistening wet under every office light. The mess on her chin and chest was next-level, spit and tears running together in a sticky web across her perfect, flushed face.
"I'm dirty K-pop slut," Jisoo gasped, her accent thickening with each word. "Asian doll for big cock."
Her whole body went rigid, thighs shaking, her ass bouncing up off her heels. She buried her fingers in her cunt, pumping like she had a point to prove, and just fucking exploded. There was no warning, no hesitation, just a sharp sob and a gush of clear, sticky fluid that shot straight through the thong and splattered all over the expensive carpet, soaking it instantly.
Her jaw dropped, eyes squeezed shut, and every muscle in her body tensed as she screamed something in korean, the words half-muffled by the fat cock-model still pounding her lips. The next wave hit, even messier than the last, splattering her thighs and the denim bunched around her hip. She moaned deep in her throat, spit pouring down her face as she humped her own hand like she might never stop. Her ass was up, panties jammed over, two fingers rammed in her cunt, and the clear liquid just kept pouring out of her, splattering the thick carpet and dripping down her trembling thighs. She bucked hard, knees digging into the plush office floor, her hair wild and sticky and her mouth locked open in a silent scream.
Dr. Bennett withdrew the anatomical model, allowing Jisoo to gasp for air. The young woman collapsed backward, her shoulders hitting the carpet with a soft thud. Her chest heaved with desperate breaths, breasts exposed and glistening with saliva in the office light. Her skirt remained bunched around her waist, legs splayed awkwardly as her fingers continued to move in slow, circular motions between her thighs.
"Very good," Dr. Bennett said, her voice returning to its professional tone.
Jisoo collapsed forward, her fingers still locked between her trembling thighs, her breath rattling from somewhere deep in her chest. For several long seconds, the only sound in the office was the gentle hum of the fountain and the quick, staccato gasps as Jisoo’s body slowly came down from the high. Saliva, clear and shining, still streaked her chin and chest, and her pale skin flushed bright pink all the way down her neck. She swayed slightly on her knees, as if the aftershocks of her orgasm had momentarily short-circuited her ability to balance.
Dr. Bennett waited, saying nothing at first, watching with a calm, clinical patience as Jisoo struggled to catch her breath. She didn’t rush her, didn’t move to help or interrupt. Instead, she set the anatomical model gently on the side table, wiped her hands with a tissue, and then crouched down so she was eye-level with her client.
“You did extremely well, Jisoo,” Dr. Bennett said, her tone soft but steady. “That was a beautiful orgasm. Now take your time. Let your body recover.” She nodded, her expression neutral but approving. “You’re safe. There’s no rush. The body’s response to this kind of memory work can be intense.”
For a long moment, Jisoo simply knelt there, shoulders shaking, head bowed and hair wild around her flushed, tear-streaked face. The silence was broken only by those ragged, shuddering breaths and the faint, wet sounds from between her trembling thighs as her hand finally, reluctantly went still. She blinked hard, saliva still painting her chin and chest, makeup streaked across her cheeks in lurid smears. The realization of her own nakedness seemed to hit her in slow motion—the ruined panties clinging to her hips, the bared skin beaded with sweat and spit, the pale curve of her breasts still glistening from Dr. Bennett’s touch.
“I… I so sorry,” she whispered, voice barely there. Her fingers trembled as she tugged her skirt down over her knees, cheeks burning with fresh humiliation. She dragged the bra up over her chest with shaking hands, clutching it to cover herself. "I lose control. I make mess.”
Dr. Bennett’s voice was calm, neutral, without a trace of judgment. “You did exactly what you needed to do. There is nothing to be sorry for.”
Dr. Bennett returned to her chair and crossed her legs, her posture once again composed and clinical. She adjusted her glasses and picked up her notepad from the side table. "On the contrary," Dr. Bennett said, making a brief note. "That was an excellent session, Jisoo. You demonstrated you're capable of following instructions and are ready for Libidinal Narrative Therapy."
"This is... normal therapy?" the singer asked, her accent particularly pronounced as she struggled to fasten her clothing.
"For my practice, yes." Dr. Bennett nodded. "Libidinal Narrative Reprocessing requires a full physical and emotional catharsis. You've taken an important first step. Now, how do you feel?”
"I feel..." Jisoo paused, wiping at her face with the tissue. A small smile formed on her lips, transforming her tear-streaked features. "I feel good. So good." She sat up straighter, shoulders relaxing visibly. "Like heavy weight gone from here." She placed her hand over her chest.
Dr. Bennett made another note on her pad. "Interesting. Can you elaborate on that sensation?"
Jisoo nodded eagerly, her hair falling across her face. She pushed it back with trembling fingers. "For years, I keep everything inside. Perfect idol." She gestured toward her disheveled appearance. "This is real me. Not girl on magazine. Not girl on stage."
Dr. Bennett made a note on her pad. "That's an excellent response. Many patients experience similar relief after their first session."
Jisoo nodded emphatically, her disheveled hair bouncing with the movement. She wiped at her smeared makeup with the back of her hand, smudging it further across her cheek.
"Never say these things before," she said, her voice stronger than it had been moments earlier. "Never show anyone real Jisoo."
Dr. Bennett glanced at the delicate watch on her wrist. "I'm afraid our time is coming to an end for today." She closed her notepad and set it on the side table, then stood up smoothly.
Jisoo blinked, looking momentarily disoriented. She glanced around the office as if seeing it for the first time, then down at her disheveled appearance.
"Is over already?" Jisoo asked, her voice small.
"We've made remarkable progress for an initial session." Dr. Bennett walked to her desk and retrieved a box of makeup removal wipes, which she offered to Jisoo. "There's a private bathroom through that door if you'd like to freshen up before you leave."
Jisoo accepted the wipes with both hands and a slight bow of her head. "Thank you." She dabbed at the mascara streaks on her cheeks.
"I'd like to schedule you for another session next week, same time if that works for you."
Jisoo followed Dr. Bennett's gaze to the clock and nodded. She continued buttoning her blouse with trembling fingers.
"Yes, please. I would like that very much," she said, her accent thick but her voice steadier than before.
Dr. Bennett moved toward the door, gesturing for Jisoo to follow. "We've made excellent progress today. I look forward to continuing our work next week."
Jisoo stepped forward, smoothing her skirt with one hand while extending the other. The glistening wetness on her fingers caught the light as her hand met Dr. Bennett's.
"Thank you, Doctor," Jisoo said, her voice steady despite her disheveled appearance.
Dr. Bennett's gaze flickered briefly to their joined hands, where the moisture from Jisoo's fingers transferred to her palm. A moment of silence stretched between them. Neither woman acknowledged the dampness of their handshake.
"You're welcome," Dr. Bennett replied, maintaining her professional demeanor. She released Jisoo's hand and reached for the door handle. "My receptionist can help you schedule your next appointment on your way out."
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To Be Continued…
To Be Continued…
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