Hello pervy DPP-zens ,

I gazed upon the reflection of my miserable self in the mirror. I looked a bit like Alex from Modern Family with my large spectacles and 32D Latina tits , with the same studious tenacity of someone busting her ass in masters, with some inescapable sadness in the eyes and obvious lack of goals in life. Still, I was dressed as sharp as a razor, like I always do.

I was wearing a tight white blouse (a tad snug on my wholesome tits), sporting a slick black tie. Got two long braids nearly hitting my backside. Coupled with a pencil skirt (a bit on the short side), throwin' on simple black stockings with a classy garter belt, and low-key office heels. Accenting my brown skin with dark brown lipstick, sporting round specs in a sleek silver frame. Wasn't even tryin' to pull off that "gothic" vibe, but hey, it just came together. Guess vibes match the mindset, you know?

Yet, depression is not something one can just “get over”. So here I was, nervously sitting alone in the hall, in a chair surprisingly uncomfortable for my fat Latina ass, waiting for the receptionist to tell me when I can finally enter the office of "Dr. Brian-de-Break". Strange name. Korean maybe? Hopefully it's worth "300$ per session".

Even stranger were the numerous certificates lined up on the opposite wall. "Bangbros Training Course Completion"? "Analogy PhD from a Colonel Sanders Institute"? "BDSM University of New Jersey"? And what in the name of God is "Scrooge McDonald's Medical Association?"?!

Yet, it was already my time to go in for my first scheduled session...

---sixteen hours later---

My outfit has been reduced to bits, with only strips of clothes hanging where my bra and panties used to be, with my broken glasses proudly poking out of my gaped asshole. My face was covered in a thick beautiful coat of what seemed to be a mixture of my black lipstick, tears, saliva and excessive amount of yellowish jizz on top of that. How many loads were they? Five, six? I had no clue

Poor receptionist had to gather all her strength pulling my leash hard enough to make me crawl out of the therapy room, leaving a dripping trail of semen and all other kinds of juices behind me with every small step.

With a bitter taste of my own asshole in my mouth and a strangely satisfied smile on my face, I walked out of the building, with a desperate desire to return here back tomorrow...

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Hello my pervy roleplayers! Here is another self-therapy session dressed as a kinky prompt.

Here's a tale about a downhearted woman striving to better her life, only to stumble upon her own self-destructive side in a rather unhealthy exploration! But, remember, a 'hatefuck' isn't a solution to any mental struggles. This story is purely fictitious, with a wildly cheesy and frankly bizarre plot. So, please, don't take it as a guidebook—it's just a made-up story.

And our good doctor on the other hand is a literal fraud with meaningless certificates and no interest in any actual medicine, being a self-centered jerk with huge libido and no sense of compassion. With a MASSIVE raceplay kink to fuck the life out of airheaded Latinas. Why such business is even allowed to legally exist? Who the fuck cares, this is my prompt and I want myself some manipulative therapy with a huge moron :)

My kinks include: deep anal, creampies, spanking, humiliation, orgasm control, mind breaking, spitting, collars, raceplay, clothed sex, public sex, body worshiping, humiliation, large toys, breeding, very angry sex, choking, dickgirls, feet, bondage, condoms, slapping, hair pulling, messy orgasms, forced orgasms, body control, unusual positions, breeding, musk, size difference, rimming and outercourse in general and many, many more. As for limits - no vore, no sexual gore, no blood. None of my preferences are mandatory but the more openminded you are - the more fun we're going to have together.

So, if you ever dreamed to start your own career in psychology by using degrading porn as tutorial videos - feel free to slide into my messages (no chat requests please)!