It had been a month since Anna told her parents that she was a lesbian and like the judgemental bastards they are they insisted that she get 'help'. Anna is 18 and could have easily refused to go, but she figured that she could use this to show her parents that this wasn't just a choice and she couldn't just change.
She walked into the therapist's office and was bright back almost immediately. His small office with the cliché brown leather couch and dim lighting seemed very creepy to her when she walked in. The man introduced himself as Dr. Arthur Scott. He said that he was 23 and had just dealt with a similar case but it had been a gay male.
They spoke for at least an hour and he asked her stupid questions about what she thought the root of her "problem" was. After she answered all of his dumb question he instructed her to lie down and close her eyes. She was then told to keep her hands at her side and not to move. Arthur walked over to her and pulled out the restraints that he keep secretly hidden in the couch. He locked her right wrist into place and her eyes shit open. By the time Anna realize what he was doing he had already secured her other wrist and was moving towards her ankles. She tried to kick him and keep her ankles free but Arthur kept himself in good strength so as to deal with unruly patients.
"This isn't a method that is commonly used anymore, but with your... severity... I think it best to use drastic measures." Arthur informed as he unbuckled his belt.
His pants had begun to tent at the crotch. He was only semi hard but he already looked huge. He dropped his pants but kept on his underwear as he walked over to Anna. He lifted her short sun dress and pulled it up as far as it would go. He held her left arm down while he unbuckle her wrist and pulled the dress of it. He rebuckled it and did the same thing with her other wrist. She didn't have a bra one, mainly because she didn't need one and so she just lay there in her white cotton panties bagging Arthur not to touch her. He started at her feet and slowly ran his hands over every inch of her body all the while he was stroking his now fully hard cock through the fabric of his underwear. He pulled a pocket knife out and cut her underwear off and tossed them aside. Arthur began to rub her little pussy. She protested and begged him to stop.
"Focus on the please not the person or their gender... Your subconscious will do that for you and you'll be cured in no time!" He said smiling.
"If I let you do this do you promise to let me go?" She questioned.
"If it works then of course." He lied knowing that he would not let her leave without him getting to fuck her.
Hesitantly she began to give into the pleasure. He focused his attack on her clit which was her favorite thing when masturbating. She began to moan first softly and then slowly getting louder. After about twenty minutes she could feel her orgasm about to come. Her body began to shake and Arthur intensified his assault on her clit to make the orgasm as intense as possible. When her orgasm was finally over she asked Arthur to let her go.
"Oh my dear, that was just the beginning!" He replied with a sly grin.
"Please! I'm still a virgin... You can't do this to me!" She pleaded.
"A VIRGIN! Well I think we've found the root of this all and the only proper treatment his to fix your little dilemma!" He exclaimed still rubbing his thriving member through his underwear.
