I suppose you could say that.

You walk through the Halls of Morgan's office building with trepidation. You still can't recall your last session. You've completely accepted your mother's narrative that you were in the hospital immediately after, even though you know you were at the cabin. The fear of going back to the chair completely overrides any rational sense of time. In your mind it's as if you entered a zone without time during your stay in that room. You're anxious, you want Morgan to forgive you, and you're genuinely worried you might have hurt her. These feelings clash with the knowledge of Chris's plot and Morgan's part in it yet you find yourself unable to summon the burning hatred and disgust you once felt. You know Morgan wouldn't like it if you felt that way.

You hesitate at the door for a moment when you arrive at the door to Morgan's office. Steeling yourself, you press the handle and push the door open. You see Tiffany clacking away at her keyboard as usual, she looks up and smiles at you. You notice something different about her but can't quite figure out what it is right away.

"Hey there Quinn. Have a fun over the weekend?"

"Umm... It was alright." You reply, not entirely sure what to say. Tiffany smiles once again and it hits you. Her lips are almost twice their normal size. You stare for a moment too long and Tiffany puckers up and blows you a little kiss. L

"Like them? Just had'em done last week." She winks at you. "Dr. Knight is ready for you." As you walk toward the door she chuckles a little. "Been a very naughty boy haven't we?" Her denouncement trigger your implanted anxiety and need to please, twisting further your already well knotted stomach. You look back at Tiffany with a somewhat squeamish look.

"I-I'm sorry, Tiffany." She laughs at your meek reply.

"Aww that's ok Quinn. Don't keep Dr. Knight waiting now." You quickly spin on your heels and walk up to the door to Morgan's office. You brace yourself a final time and push the door open. You see Morgan sitting at her desk, reviewing notes, like you have a hundred times before. She looks up at you and smiles and you feel that same warm feeling she's always been able to summon within you.

"Hello Quinn." She says flatly. On the bridge of her nose you see a little white strip. Her nose has not entirely finished healing it seems from when you hit her. You move past the incongruous narrative laid over your true memories and attempt to stutter out an apology.

"Dr. Knight... Morgan, I'm... I'm really s-sorry. I d-didn't mean to hurt you... last time umm... I don't know what I was thinking." Without even realizing it you drop to your knees after you take a few steps into the room, prompting an imperious smirk from Morgan. Tears begin to well up as your implanted anxiety reaches fever pitch. "P-please forgive me I'm... I'm so sorry." She stares at you for a moment, then turns her chair to the side, sticking her high heeled feet out. She turns her head as she does so, maintaining eye contact. You know what she wants and you begin to scramble to your feet.

"Did I say you could stand?" She says in the same flat tone. You practically throw yourself back to your knees and wince a little as you make contact with the floor. You crawl on hands and knees across the office and around the desk, Morgan's hazel eyes following you as you go. When you arrive at her feet you look up at her once more. She looks back at you with a cocked brow.

"Please Morgan, I'm so sorry." You begin as you bend to plant a kiss on the toe of her glossy, white stilleto. "Thank you so much for agreeing to see me again." You kiss her other foot now. She contracts a muscle and raises her toes so the sole of her shoe sits inches from your face.

"Lick." She commands and you immediately comply, drawing your tongue along the bottom of the shoe. You taste dirt and dust and want to gag but dare not.

"I'm so sorry Morgan, I didn't mean it. Please forgive me." You continue to beg and plead as you clean the sole of her shoe with your tongue. Finally, Morgan cracks a smile.

"Good boy." She says, prompting you to smile in return at the fresh burst of feel good juice released by your brain at her praise. She raises her other foot to your face and you begin to give it the same treatment, diligently lapping up any dirt and debris from her day. Your eyes wander past the pointed toes to her skirt. It is hiked up slightly and with her nude stocking clad leg sticking out into your face you have a clear view of the silky blue material covering her pussy. You see a damp spot forming as she becomes aroused at your debasement. Without warning she hooks the pointed toe of her shoe under your chin and pushes your face up to redirect your gaze to hers, locking you into the black depths of her pupils.

"Now now you horny little boy, don't go messing up your apology now when you're doing so well." You close your eyes and throw yourself into the worship of her heel with renewed vigor.

"I'm so sorry, please, I-I..." She giggles a little and takes her foot away.

"That's enough Quinn, I forgive you." You feel the unbearable tension leave your body and sigh with relief. "Why don't you take a seat. This obsession you seem to have with women's underwear is one of the many things we should discuss." You turn, still on your knees and begin to crawl toward the couch at the other end of the office. Morgan smiles and gives a small applause as she watches you go. "Very good Quinn! I never told you to stand did I?" You grin from ear to ear, happy to have pleased her, as you pull yourself up onto the couch and sit facing her once more. She opens her notebook to another page and reviews a scribble before speaking again. "So, how was your weekend?"

"It was... Ok." You say, not sure what she wants to hear.

"Just ok? Anything interesting happen in the hospital after you woke up? You took a nasty tumble."

"Umm... Yeah." You hesitate, should you tell her about Chris's nocturnal visit? Does she already know? "My mom stayed in my room, my first night awake."

"Aww how sweet of her."

"Yeah. Umm..." You trail off, looking for the right words. Morgan merely stares at you expectantly. "C-Chris came by that night. Mom called him. They umm... They did... things... in the corner with Nurse Maria."

"What 'things' did you see them do?" Morgan asks with a tone of feigned innocence.

"Umm... She umm... My mom was uh... sucking him off." You finally manage to stammer out.

"Oh really?" Morgan replies, not giving you much to work with.

"She umm... Said she couldn't sleep without his... Without his cum." Morgan raises her eyebrows and chuckles a little.

"Well that was really nice of Master to come up to the hospital in the middle of the night like that."

"I suppose." You say, hoping that's what she wanted to hear.

"Sir must really care about her." You feel your shoulders tighten and your teeth clench as you rebel against the idea of Chris as the caring boyfriend of your mother. You don't dare voice any opposition to Morgan however and she continues. "Wasn't it nice of Sir Quinn?" You set your jaw and give a flat reply.

"Yes." You say as Morgan begins scribbling in her notepad.

"How did it make you feel? Hearing them like that?"

"I-I felt... I was angry, they were doing it in my room. They didn't even care if I could hear."

"Did you feel jealous? Did you wish it was your little wee wee in your mother's mouth instead?" You blush and look down at the floor, too mortified to answer. After a moment, Morgan clears her throat. "Quinn?"

"Yes." You almost whisper your answer. Morgan begins scribbling once more.

"Interesting... So, we've discussed your infantile attraction to your mother before. Master's return seems to have brought back those old feelings. But is that the whole story?" You don't follow and it shows as you stare blankly, unsure what she wants to hear in reply to that question. She continues before the awkward moment becomes too unbearable. "Have you ever felt attracted to other boys Quinn?"

"What?! No! I-"

"It's quite alright if you have Quinn. This is a safe place for you." She smirks once again. "You can tell me. You've never had even a passing homoerotic urge?"

"Umm... No... I don't think so." You're lost now and feel anxiety building as you aren't sure how to please Morgan in this moment.

"Were you perhaps not just jealous of Master but also your mother as well? Sir is very handsome after all. You're young and obviously very horny. Perhaps you simply felt left out all around?"

"Umm... No..." You trail off unconvincingly. "I like girls."

"'Girls,' plural? Any in particular besides your mother? I recall you speaking of your friend Molly during our first engagement." You blush as you repeat what she obviously knows already.

"Yes I like Molly."

"Does she return your feelings?" You blush harder.

"N-no."

"Why is that Quinn?" You stare down at the little table in front of the couch.

"I don't know."

"Does she know you have feelings for her at all?" You think for a moment before answering. Molly did tell you she picked up

"Yes." You finally reply.

"So she knows and doesn't reciprocate? My condolences."

"Thank you, Morgan." You say, genuinely appreciative.

"Have you been open with her about your feelings?" Morgan continues to scribble as she speaks.

"N-not really." You reply.

"Well then how do you know she doesn't feel the same way?"

"She...she" You trail off, uncertain of how to phrase the situation you find yourself in with Molly.

"Yes, Quinn?" Morgan urges you on.

"She thinks I'm gay." Morgan chuckles in response. "I told her about my mother catching me watching some workout videos Chris had sent her." Morgan stifles her chuckling and looks at you.

"Oh those!" She says, eyes widening slightly. "Yes those were some preliminary materials Master had put together for your mother. You watched them?"

"Y-yes?" You reply, nervous at her growing interest.

"Well, well, what reaction did you have? Did you become erect watching Master workout in almost nothing? Those huge muscles... oof." Morgan is teasing you now.

"No! Well... yes.. but I don't remember why I got so turned on. It just happened, like I blinked and there mom was and hours had gone by." Morgan flashes a wicked smile.

"Well if you don't remember why you got so hard, let me help you recall." She opens her desk drawer and retrieves a remote. After a few button presses a small screen quickly rises out of the coffee table in front of the couch you're sitting on. You perceive a flash of light and the screen immediately recedes back into the table. You shake your head, uncertain of what just happened. Morgan continues speaking. "Wouldn't you say if two unconnected women, myself and Molly, believe you're harboring homoerotic desires, then there's likely something to that idea Quinn?"

"What?" You try to gather your thoughts and remember what you were talking about. Images **** your consciousness. You see those videos of Chris playing over and over. His huge chest and arms rippling with tight muscle under a skimpy tank top, his legs like two tree trunks. The images shift to memories of Chris's ****. You remember him exposing his cock to you. How big and strong it seemed. You feel your mouth water.

"Well now what are we thinking about Quinn?" You snap out of it and look at Morgan who is grinning at you menacingly.

"Umm..." You look down and realize that you're rock hard and a wet spot has formed on the crotch of your pants. You blush and cross your legs, hugely embarrassed as Morgan laughs loudly.

"Oh nothing to be ashamed of Quinn. That's why we're here, to help you discover and accept yourself." You continue to blush, totally unsure of what to say. You suppose you did like the look of Chris's body, so strong and masculine, even though you loathe the man himself. "I think that's enough on that for today but I definitely want you to think more about this." She grins once more. "Shouldn't be too hard for a horny boy like you to think about cock." The word itself sends a shiver down your spine and you feel yourself twitch in response.

"O-ok Morgan." You stammer out in reply, happy to be moving on to other topics.

"Good boy, now then, let's talk about this little panty fetish of yours." Morgan's grin widens as she continues. "Have you confessed your theft to your mother yet?"

"No." You say looking down, shame welling up inside you. Morgan clicks her tongue.

"Well that's no good Quinn. Have you stolen any more?" You can't look at Morgan, the shame you feel is too great. You continue to stare at the floor as you answer.

"Yes."

"Oh really? When was this?"

"This... This morning. After Chris and mommy left for work."

"And did you masturbate with these as well?" Your blush intensifies even further.

"Y-yes."

"Naughty little boy." Morgan sighs as you squirm in reaction to her admonishment. "Why do you focus on panties? Is it the sexy feeling of the material? The bright colors? The delicate lace?"

"Umm... I don't know. I suppose I like the feel of them."

"Maybe it's the scent of your mother you crave?" You are already the color of a fire engine.

"Yes, I like to smell her. It's... I don't know why, I just love it." You continue to squirm uncomfortably as you lay it all out for her.

"Well, that certainly makes sense. Describe them to me, the panties you stole today."

"Umm... they were red."

"Go on."

"I caught a glimpse of them at breakfast."

"When your mother spanked you?"

"A little before that."

"Were they lacy? Silky?"

"They... They're very smooth and they had a lacey waistband. When I found them..." You hesitate, too mortified to continue.

"Go on." Morgan says, encouraging you to go further.

"They... they were wet." Morgan's brow elevates.

"Wet?"

"With.. with her juices." Morgan scribbles something in her notes.

"Interesting... she must've been aroused while wearing them. Do you think that was Master, that made her pussy all wet?" You look at Morgan who just stares impassively back at you.

"I-I guess." You reply with uncertainty.

"Or perhaps it was the punishment. Do you think your own mother got off on humiliating you like that?" You balk a little at the suggestion but you already know it's true. Your mother is your whole world, you hate to think how much the new her loved to expose you like that. To think of her and Chris laughing about it behind your back. Morgan interrupts your train of thought as she continues. "Something to think about for next time perhaps. One more question as I believe our time is running short. Have you ever worn or thought of wearing the panties you steal?"

"No!" You quickly reply truthfully. The idea hadn't really occurred to you. Morgan throws her hands up and chuckles at your fervent response.

"Woah now, somebody's protesting maybe a little too much. You said before you liked the feeling of the material on your little dickie."

"Well... yes I-umm..." You trail off, uncertain of how to defend yourself. Morgan's smile turns menacing once again as she continues.

"Perhaps your inappropriate behavior stems from the repression of some **** desires."

"M-maybe, I-" She cuts you off.

"You are to do two things for me, before your next session on Wednesday." You perk up, awaiting your orders. "You are to confess your theft to your mother. It's not right of you to take her things without asking." You nod, you expected that much. Hopefully your mother will be understanding but you know that's not likely at all. "I also want you to ask her to let you keep the panties you've stolen. Tell her you think you might like to wear them and want to try them out." You blush again. You don't at all feel comfortable with any of this, but you don't want Morgan to punish you again.

"Y-yes Morgan." You finally manage to say. Morgan smiles.

"Good boy, I expect to see you in your favorite of the two on Wednesday." Before you have time to object to her request, she hurries you out the door. You head home, trying to figure out how to tell your mother you've stolen her panties.