It's all I can hope for.

"It's all I can hope for." You sigh dejectedly. "After all, I can't cum unless someone is dominating and degrading me."

"Oh, a degradation fetish. You are special, aren't you!" Dr Willow thinks for a moment, before continuing. "I'm sorry sweetie, but I can't in all good conscience do what you asked, and put mental barriers up that would prevent you from acting like a slut. It's just completely incompatible with that fetish of yours. You'd be a flustered mess for the rest of your life, desperately needing a strong, dominant partner, but being unable to seek one out. I'm afraid you're quite simply doomed to live a life of sluthood. It's written in the stars."

"You're probably right." You admit quietly.

"I am usually right." Dr. Willow remarks narcissistically. "And in this case, I definitely am. But let's not have your visit to my office, and your payment, go to waste. I can help you on your journey, just not in the way you originally intended."