Kiara’s treatment begins

Billy came to a few minutes later, still in Kiara’s office. He was groggy and slow, and a bit confused, as he lifted his head and blinked his bleary eyes. His sharp mind dulled by the recent deep-sleep KO.

Billy wiped some drool from his lips with the back of his hand, and regarded the busty Dr. Beaumont seated across from him. She was leaning forward on her elbows, closely studying the boy waking up on the other side of her desk.

“Ah, there you are,” the redheaded milf said, breaking the room’s silence. “Well, I must say, I certainly understand your coach’s concern. For such a strong young man, you sure do stay down for a long time. We’ll have to work on that recovery.”

“Whuh-What…?” Billy murmured, still shaking off the cobwebs.

“You shouldn’t be surprised to hear that. You can’t be a boxer in your current state. It’s frankly pathetic how long you get knocked out for,” Kiara commented nonchalantly. “I understand you’re on quite the long losing streak, but that’s hardly an excuse for your lack of toughness. It’s like you have no staying power at all, no ‘wake up and fight’. And if I can put you to sleep for that long, any real boxer would end you. As I see it, you’re a long way away from being any kind of prodigy.”

“No, I… Wait… Oh god, please don’t say that…” Billy muttered, as it all came back to him. “Fuck. I can’t believe you knocked me out. Fuck. My… My skills should’ve… I should’ve dodged, or blocked, o-or just taken it on my chin, or…”

Kiara allowed Billy a moment to verbally flounder, enjoying watching his confidence ****. It was all a part of her treatment plan. To make him feel weak. To make him depend on her, so she could rewrite him to her liking.

“Fuck…” Billy murmured, his excuses dying on his lips. “I think I… I think I need to go, I’m… I think I need to leave, and-”

“Oh, I see. Do you feel embarrassed, Billy?” Kiara asked, cutting him off.

Billy let out an uncharacteristic squeak. He was squirming in his seat, feeling small and uncomfortable and pathetic. Holy shit, getting such a clinical analysis of his failure right after waking up from a KO was insane… He was a prodigy boxer, slumped in a chair by some PhD milf, and **** to listen to her talk about how pathetically he fell after he came to… Given the exact specifications of his shortcomings and weaknesses.

Billy wasn’t sure what to do anymore. Did he still want Dr. Beaumont’s help? Was she still trying to help him? She was right, all of this was embarrassing as fuck. The worst humiliation he had experienced so far.

He didn’t know whether or not he wanted this woman’s expertise after all, but either way, some primal part of him told him that he couldn’t give Kiara any more ground. She was a big cat on the hunt, and he needed to hide. So, was he embarrassed by everything that had just happened to him? When it came to that question, Billy could only give her one answer.

“N-No…” he mumbled.

Kiara smiled, and tilted her head.

“Really?” Kiara asked, a seductive lilt in her voice that made Billy shiver. “You’re not embarrassed that you got knocked out, again? That you were put to sleep, in that very chair you’re sitting in, right in my office?”

The busty redheaded milf stood up from her desk, making Billy flinch. She gave him a sympathetic, mocking look, before she began slowly walking around the desk towards him. Now Billy was REALLY squirming in his seat.

“You’re not embarrassed that an older woman, your therapist, made you admit to everything… Just **** it all out of you, dominated your mind… Until you spilled allll~ your secrets…?” she teased, slowly strutting towards him. “Telling me how you let yourself lose… How you’ve lost your ability to win… And then, that I knocked you out myself, just to really rub it in? That doesn’t embarrass you~?”

“N-No… I… Shut up, you didn’t… I wasn’t…”

“Shhhhh…” Kiara hushed Billy’s mumbled excuses, placing a hand over his mouth as she finally reached the back of his chair. She then took his shoulders into her hands, giving him a light massage that melted his hardened, battle-worn body. “It’s alright, Billy. You should be honest with me. You have to be. Just give me control. Just give me your mind.”

Billy sighed, slumping back into his chair a little. He felt his muscles relaxing, his tension dissolving under her touch. Fuck, this smug milf was dangerous… And she was having too much fun toying with him.

“My… Fuck, wait. My mind is… You can’t, I…”

“It’s okay to be embarrassed,” Kiara reassured him. “What just happened to you is very embarrassing, after all. You’ve made a pretty terrible first impression, haven’t you?”

Billy gulped. The humiliation was burning him up, but there was something else now. A small kernel of guilt that he had somehow… Disappointed her? That he hadn’t been the tough young man she was expecting? He hated the idea of Kiara thinking less of him, for some reason… The idea that she didn’t see him as the strong young man he was. Or at least, that he used to be…

“I… I did?” Billy asked, his mouth dry. “I made a bad first impression…?”

Kiara laughed a lovely, melodic laugh that made Billy’s heart sing… And his stomach drop.

“Well of COURSE you did, honey!” she laughed. “You came to me as some boxing prodigy. But in just a few minutes, I’ve already knocked you out!”

“But I wasn’t-“

“Oh, and the list goes on!” Kiara cut him off, not interested in his tepid objection. “I’ve made you admit that you’ve been knocked out by your mother, your annoying sister, some older woman in front of a whole crowd of moms, your coach… I’ve made you admit that you love it. And then, as the cherry on top, I put you to sleep myself, right in that chair!”

Kiara laughed again, teasing Billy’s shoulders with her massaging hands, and he shuddered. Shame filled him up. Shame over his weak chin, his life-ruining knockout fetish…

“Aw, and it was right after you told me you thought I was attractive, too. You basically told me you loved me, then I tested your chin, and you wilted. The poor boxer wilted,” Kiara chuckled. “It’s all very embarrassing. So you SHOULD feel embarrassed, it’s fine!”

“Please… Don’t say those things… Don’t talk to me like that, I can’t…” Billy writhed weakly under her calm, steady, massaging hands. “You’re disrespecting me, I-“

“This is exposure therapy, Billy,” Kiara cut him off again, firmly. “We need to make you face the truth, before we can change it.”

“But I’m not… You’re lying. I never said I loved you, a-and I didn’t… Fuck, what are you doing to me? This isn’t-“

“Billy.” Kiara’s quiet, firm voice stopped him cold. Her massaging hands stopped too, gripping his shoulders in place. Billy’s heart beat with fear. There was a long pause, Billy unknowingly holding his breath throughout it.

“…Yes…?” he asked, **** to break the silence.

“If you don’t do as I say, and hand over control…” she spoke slowly, deliberately. “…What’s stopping me from just, knocking you out again?” Kiara asked with a smile, tilting her head.

Billy shuddered at her words. Ohhh, fuck… She was right. This redheaded milf, this stranger… She held the key to his mind. She could make him slump **** any time she wanted. He was just too weak. His chin was so ****. All she had to do was reach up… And take it.

“…M-Mercy…” Billy barely managed to beg. Kiara laughed that wonderful, beautiful laugh again, as Billy began falling apart in her arms.

All of Billy’s confidence, his arrogance, was evaporating. At her soothing, dommy words, her relaxing touch, Billy could feel his weak mind blinking out. Synapse by synapse, going dark. As if that final threat had been the goodnight kiss on his brain. His eyelids were feeling so heavy all of a sudden, his body sinking deeper, and deeper… As Kiara manipulated his shoddy excuse for a brain.

“Thaaaat’s it,” Kiara purred, satisfied, as she began massaging his shoulders again. “You like being pacified, don’t you? You like being weak. You let your own mother knock you out, just for thrill of being the inferior boxer.”

“Ohhhhh…”

A weak moan was all the reply Billy could muster. He knew she was right. He knew she had him.

“Don’t fight back. You know you can’t. You know you’ll only… Fall asleep,” Kiara smiled, relishing her power over this smug young athlete. “Give in. Give up. Goooood boy…~”

Kiara was purring with delight. This was even easier than she had expected. Billy was turning to putty right in her hands, absorbing every single word. This smug jock was going to be such a fun little project.

“Just remember what a dreadful, hopeless addict you are… Remember how damaged your brain is, how easy you are to ruin…” Kiara continued, as much for her own amusement as to seal the deal on her control over Billy. “I’m your only hope now. The only one who can take all of your broken pieces, and put you back together. The only one who can fix that muddled brain of yours, that your mommy turned to mush. That your mommy fucked up. That your mommy knocked out.”

As Billy let out another weak moan, the dominant sports psychiatrist leaned in close, with a smug purr, to deliver her final line as a whisper. Communicated directly into Billy’s ear, so that it could resonate directly with his mashed-up, conquered brain.

“And lucky for you… I already have a plan.”