Her Therapist Dr. Ellington

"You've been lied to all your life," the therapist said, her voice low and intense. "All this stuff about equality and strength just isn't true. Women are sluts... dumb, useless fucksluts who only exist for men's pleasure."

Madison couldn't believe what she was hearing. Dr. Ellington had always been so professional, so understanding. But now, as she sat in the warmly lit office, surrounded by bookshelves filled with psychology texts, she felt a chill run down her spine. The words seemed to hang in the air, taunting her.

"W-what did you say?" Madison stuttered, struggling to process the therapist's unexpected outburst.

Dr. Ellington leaned back in her chair, her eyes boring into Madison's. "I said women are sluts. It's their nature. And it's about time someone told you the truth."

Madison shifted uncomfortably on the soft leather couch, feeling her heart pound in her chest. She couldn't help but notice the way Dr. Ellington licked her lips as she watched Madison squirm. It was almost as if she enjoyed seeing her patient's discomfort.

"But... but I thought we were here to talk about my lack of desire for sex," Madison protested weakly. It had taken several months for Madison to work up the confidence to talk about it.

Dr. Ellington laughed, a harsh, mocking sound that grated on Madison's nerves. "Oh, sweetie, you have desire. Trust me. You just need someone to help you tap into it."

Before Madison could respond, Dr. Ellington stood up and began to slowly circle her, eyeing her body like a predator sizing up its prey. Madison instinctively pulled her legs closer to her chest, trying to shrink away from the older woman's probing gaze.

"Look at you," Dr. Ellington purred, running a finger along Madison's bare arm. "So young, so innocent. But there's a dirty little slut hiding inside you, isn't there?"

Madison shuddered as goosebumps broke out across her skin. She opened her mouth to protest, but no words came out. Dr. Ellington's touch sent waves of unwanted desire coursing through her body, making her feel both ashamed and aroused at the same time.

"I'm not comfortable right now," Madison protested, filled with anxiety about where this session was going.

Dr. Ellington just smiled, "Embracing our discomfort is how we grow." The therapist said, "Last night I wasn't comfortable when my husband made me slurp his cum out of another woman's asshole, but I did it because my discomfort isn't important and because like all women, I'm a fuck slut."

Madison's shock was unending. She trusted and respected Dr. Ellington, but didn't know what to do about this.

"Perhaps we need some exposure therapy," The therapist said