He tells her everything

Fuck it, Billy thought. He was already here. The redheaded milf sitting across from him was an expert. A sports psychiatrist. A therapist. If he was ever going to break free of the deep pit he was in, she might be his best hope. Even if the circumstances that led to his being here were humiliating, it might be the best thing for him.

With that in mind, Billy took a deep breath, and resolved to give this woman the whole truth. He wanted to be cured. And so, he would tell her about his knockout fetish.

“…No. No, that wasn’t my first time being knocked out,” Billy admitted quietly.

Dr. Beaumont raised an eyebrow.

“Oh? Go on,” she prodded, leaning further forward on her elbows. Billy’s eyes flicked down, unable to resist watching the way her large breasts squished against the desk, and between her arms.

He hates revealing his weakness to a hot milf like this. Women like her were supposed to be doting on him, praising him. Not lending an ear as the young athletic prodigy recounted his spiral into the depths.

Billy took another deep breath, and continued.

“A few weeks ago… I had never been knocked out before. NEVER. And I always… Wondered what it would be like. What it would FEEL like. So I, uhh… I just…”

Billy looked pleadingly at the busty therapist, as if willing her to understand the full story without making him admit it out loud. She just stared back, calmly, waiting for him to continue. Eventually, he did.

“I bought some gloves for my mother… Told her I wanted to teach her how to box. Like a bonding moment, you know?” Billy licked his dry lips, throat tightening with embarrassment. “But I had actually… I put extra weights in her gloves. To make her punches harder. And she didn’t know. Then, while I was teaching her, I… I left myself open and let her knock me out. I let my mom knock me out.”

There was something eerie about the focused, calm expression on the redheaded milf’s face. Like she was studying him. Like she was paying TOO much attention. Billy gulped.

In many ways, by admitting all of this, he felt like he was handing over his brain to her. Like his mind was all hers to play with, and shape to her liking. He was surrendering his pride, leaving himself ****, and completely at this woman’s mercy.

“Oh, is that right?” Dr. Beaumont asked. “It started with your own mother, you say?”

“Yes.” Billy admitted

“And why would you want her to be the one to knock you out?” she continued. “Because she was the most available? Because you felt safe, getting knocked out in your own home?”

Billy winced. He had hoped she wouldn’t ask that. He knew how the answer would sound. But, he had resolved to be honest with this woman, and so…

“Because she… Um… Because I… I thought it would be… Hot,” Billy’s face burned with the admission. “Being humiliated like that, I mean. A prodigy boxing champion limp on the floor, ****, knocked out for the first time ever by his own mother who barely knew what she was doing… I thought it would be hot. I wanted to see how she would react. I wanted to give her that power over me.”

Kiara leaned back, cupping her chin thoughtfully as she stretched back in her chair.

“How very interesting… I’ve never had a case like this before,” she mused.

Billy continued the story, without needing prompting. If he was telling her this much, if he was going to leave himself exposed and ****, he at least wanted her to have all the facts, for the best chance of healing his damaged mind.

“My mom knocked me out again, just after that. Twice, actually. She knocked me out twice.”

The words were flowing out of him like a river of shameful admission.

“The first time I got sick of how she was making fun of me, so I challenged her to a rematch where I wasn’t going to let myself lose. But I didn’t have time to unload the gloves, and she slept me again. I fought her as best as I could, but… She knocked me out anyway,” Billy said. “She really made fun of me for that one. I’d been getting so mad at her, talking about how the first win was just luck, and when we boxed again… As far as she knows, she just beat me fair and square again. Shut me up, and knocked me out.”

“What about the third time?” Dr. Beaumont asked, clearly intrigued.

“The third time… She just didn’t like my attitude, and knocked me out for it. I didn’t get a chance to fight back. It was… It was only one punch.”

The therapist clicked her tongue.

“Tt. So you went from never being knocked out, to getting knocked out by your own mother three times, in just a few days?”

“Yes…”

“I see,” she said, scribbling something down into a notepad. “Was that the end of it?”

“No. Then I… I have a little sister, she’s a scrawny nerd, and she… My mom told me I should show her how to box too, and I hadn’t unloaded the gloves yet, so when we did… She slept me as well.”

“Oh dear,” she said. “And I take it you weren’t letting that one happen on purpose?”

Billy winced.

“No… No, I did everything I could to fight back. But… She got a lucky hit, and I went down. She… She’s really been acting like a brat ever since, too. She used to respect me, but now, she’s just… Making fun of me. Like she thinks she could knock me out, any time, anywhere.”

Billy continued, recounting how his shameful losses had extended to the seminar, with Karen and the moms. He was hesitant to admit what Karen had been doing to him lately, and decided against giving away those details. Being made into a blackmailed servant didn’t seem relevant to fixing his athletic ability. Besides, he could always tell this woman about it later, if it became more crucial.

The story wrapped up, once again, with his getting knocked out by Coach Lucy at his boxing club. Then being sent here.

Kiara Beaumont sat for a while, taking all this information in. She leaned back in her chair, thinking. The silence was agony for Billy, after spilling his dirtiest secrets like that. But, unfortunately, it wasn’t much of a comfort when she finally did speak again.

“Hmm. And what do you think your reaction would be if /I/ were to knock you out?” Kiara asked.

Billy blinked, in confusion.

“Uh… Wh-What?” he stammered.

The busty redhead leaned back in her chair, and stuck out her bust towards him. His eyes were immediately drawn down to them, and shamefully, his mouth fell open.

“Do you find me attractive, Billy?” she asked, slowly turning her chest side-to-side.

“Yesss…” Billy moaned.

“Mm… Good boy. That’s the right answer,” the therapist purred. “Exactly what is it you like about me~?”

“You have… Big titties.” Billy gulped. “Dr. Beaumont, I…”

“Shhhh…” she hushed him, huskily. “Please, call me Kiara…~”

Billy gulped, and obeyed her order for silence. He tried to keep from squirming in his chair, feeling like a prey animal in front of a deadly, playful big cat.

“I’d like to run a little test. Just keep your eyes on these tits you seem to like so much,” Kiara said, cupping one breast with her hand and giving it a lazy bounce up and down. “Drink them in… Just keep staring… Annndd…”

While Billy was staring, Kiara wound back one of her hands, and hit him across the face with a heavy open-handed slap. Billy’s head shot to one side, and then his body slumped back in his chair - out cold.

Kiara was shocked, staring wide-eyed at the suddenly-sleeping athlete slowly sliding down in his chair.

“My goodness! You really ARE easy to knock out!” she marvelled.

Kiara stood up, and walked around the desk to check on him. Sure enough, the strong young man was slumped uselessly in his chair, ****. Not faking. Just gone.

Kiara chewed on her thumb, taking this new information in.

“This is unprecedented. A boxing champion, **** in my office? That won’t do at all.”

The unbeatable, champion prodigy - taken out by his middle-aged therapist. What a humiliation. What a… Thrill.

Kiara hurried to pull the blinds closed, blocking off the windows to her office so she could get some privacy with the boy. And, notably, the throbbing member in his pants.

Kiara sat on her desk, staring in awe at Billy as he sat back in his chair. She reached out with a hand, trembling with amazement and anticipation.

“Goodness me… Your brain must be so fragile for that to have worked on you. I’ve never seen one so delicate before…”

She traced a fingertip across his forehead, enraptured by the discovery.

“…This is going to be VERY rewarding. But I’ll have to handle your mushy little brain with care…~ Mmm… I don’t want to… break~ it…~”

Her hand moved lower, and began caressing his face. Gently cupping his cheek, and giving a light, playful bounce to his limply-rolling head.

He was handsome. And kind of cute, sound asleep like this. Knocked out in her very office…

Kiara nodded, a smile coming to her cherry lips.

“I have a treatment. An unusual treatment for an unusual problem.”

She shifted off the desk, delicately placing herself in the **** boxing champion’s lap. Her tight pencil-skirt clad ass pressed up against his throbbing bulge, and she liked what she felt.

Wrapping her arms around his shoulders in a kind of hug, the dangerous milf leaned in close, to whisper her treatment plan right into his ear. Right into his ****, warped brain.

“I’m going to fuck you. And once you’re done cumming your fucking brains out of that big, fat dick… Your soft, gooey mind will be mine to play with,” she laughed. “To reshape as I like it… I’ll bounce the knockout fetish right out of you, and give you a new addiction in its place.”

With a pleased smile, and a deep, satisfied sigh, Kiara stretched back, taking in the sights of her newest project once again.

“Mmm… Good boy. Sleepy boy… That’s right… You’re away in the clouds, aren’t you…~?”

She reached out and patted his face affectionately.

“Atta boy~”