TAGS: #femdom #mindcontrol #brainwashing #redhead #curvywoman
AUTHORS NOTE: HELLO I AM BACK! I've been working on this for like 2 months unsure how to end this. This is due to it being a gift for my loving partner, who supports my writing fully.
Sara had been traumatized by her encounter with the manipulative Amazonian and retired. It was hard for her to take because her secret identity had been revealed to the entire world. The evil seductress had forced her to confess it to the police officers who came to her rescue. Even now, a year later, she flushed with shame and crossed her legs with a distinct expression of discomfort. She tried to stay home in her room these days. The event made her become a shut-in and her parents felt it was best for the teenager to attend online college. Her classmates at her old school spread rumors that ate at her.
All of this lack of stimuli and constant shame forced her to sign up for therapy. Online therapy was nice at first, but her parents believed she needed to get out. And that Sara needed to speak with someone who could relate. Someone who specialized in working with superheroes and villains. This type of therapist was something she had heard of but never really looked into. The idea made her rather anxious. But here she was, sitting in front of a strange woman who looked at her with eagerness. Her new therapist, Miss Fox, was a former superheroine. The curly-haired ginger had been moderately well known in her heyday but suddenly became ill and had to step down.
This tragedy made her relate to the teenagerβ. Or at least that's what Sara assumed. The woman had just greeted her and sat in silence. The room was chilly, with the air conditioner blaring loudly above their head. Her seat was comfortable with a plump cushion underneath her and she was offered a snack. At first, she was hesitant to accept it but the ginger smiled and the teenager folded. Quietly, she chewed on one cracker as the two continued staring at each other. Sara guessed that she would have to speak first. The conversation would only center around her feelings that day and how it changed her. Slowly, she swallowed her food and let out a sigh.
"I'm supposed to just get on with it, aren't I?"
The ginger's head fell to the side, and she hummed. "Well, we can start slow. What happened was very hard for someone who is a virgin."
The sound of the therapist's voice was odd. But the teenager ignored her, going crazy over the strange feeling. Sara was determined not to freak out and frighten the stranger with her antics. She needed to prove to her parents and herself that she was fine to function in society as any other civilian would. Thickly, she swallowed the lump forming in her dry throat and answered the ginger.
Her shoulders felt heavy as she prepared to speak, so she leaned forward a bit. "My virginity has nothing to do with me becoming a social recluse." Her nose scrunched from how tired she suddenly was. Weird, but her voice sounded fine, so once again, Sara ignored it.