Monday Session

Emergency Appointment: Lori Allen

Today Ms. Allen was a complete mess. Any progress we had made on some of her issues appear to have imploded after a confrontation yesterday between Mr. Allen and Simone. She cried an awful lot and claimed that she was trying to be a good girl and take her medicine but it didn't seem to be working. I informed her that she needed to slow down on the medication and only take one per day. She nodded and apologized for not listening and for being a "bad girl."

She was still dressed more openly, her large breasts fighting to get out of a tank top stretched so tightly that her stomach was on display. Her hard nipples on display during our session as she claimed once again that her clothes don't fit her bust, hips, or ass. Indeed the leggings she had on were tighter than her tank top and at one point I thought they would tear during our session.

Ms. Allen asked to sit on the couch today, and for me to join her. She cried in my arms, confused, lost, I rubbed her back, shoulder, whispered to her that I was always here for her, that above all else she could come to me. She held me close, my body pressed against her. I know it is against policy, so I didn't allow anything further, but I could tell she needed someone to be with.

Eventually she explained the intense game of sexual chicken she played with Simone yesterday. How she stripped for her, massaged her back, made Simone moan and saw how aroused she was. She admitted how badly she wanted Simone. How good it felt to be wanted, desired, how the sexual tension between the two of them was her sole reason for waking up these days.

She also revealed that's she's come to loathe Ian. Looking at her life, how she felt after finding out about her inability to carry a child and his complete abandonment of her, she wants nothing to do with him. I encouraged her to meet outside their home to discuss where to go from here, to inform him that she wasn't going to be his "pastor's wife" anymore, and see what happens.

She snuggled up to my breast at that point, crying again, thanking me for all I've done for her, for helping her awaken this side of her, and allowing her to be herself. She asked for more hypnotherapy, because she felt it worked better last time. I looked at her, sniffling in my cleavage and smiled, like a lost dog in need of a strong mother figure. I told her to lie back and close her eyes.

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