The psychiatrist has never seen a case like this

'Why do you think there's something wrong with you?'

'Just look at me!' Tanya cried.

She curved her back a bit further, shoved her seat back and let her head fall back. It was so easy to give in to the curse/OCD whatever. But then there was the shame. A voice inside her screamed for her to stop. But it was completely powerless.

'Help me.' Tanya whispered as her arms started to unbutton her shirt. 'Please.'

Her pierced nipples were hard as always. Her fingers started playing with the little hoops. 'You've got to help me.'

Moving on their own, Tanya's legs opened wider. Dieing of shame, Tanya started to moan softly.

The doctor stood up.

'Did you take your pills this morning, Tanya?' He stepped forward.

'Yes, come closer. Please help me, doctor. I'm begging you.' Tanya stood up an knelt down in front of him. Her eyes fixated on the bulge in his crotch. Still soft, but that could change.

'Please, fuck me. '