Having the decision made for her

"So, who would you say decided that her boyfriend would fuck you? You, or her?"

Jessica squirmed a little. "I guess she did."

"And how does the thought that a decision about your sex life was made for you make you feel?"

She smiled nervously. "It's, um, well..."

Dr. Vierre decided to **** the issue. "Tell me Jessica, what about that idea turns you on?"

Jessica's jaw dropped. "You... how did you know?"

Wendy's lips curled, "I'm good at reading people. And, to be fair, your condition might make you a little easier to read."

Jessica blushed at the thought that she had been visibly aroused. "I guess... I've never had a lot of... control over myself. And the idea of someone else just kind of, taking that control makes me feel... um, weak. But in a sexy way?"

"Have you ever done BDSM?"

"No. Well, not really. There have been people who were more dominant or more submissive I guess, but I just fucked them. Once I'm with someone, I can't really do anything else."

Dr. Vierre thought about this for a while. "I have an idea."