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Please note: This story is not intended to be a realistic portrayal of psychiatric best practices, so if you are a patient or mental health professional, please reconsider the angry comments that this is irresponsible, inaccurate, etc. This is an erotic fantasy story to entertain and I hope you will enjoy it. Thanks for reading.

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The young man slumps into the couch across from Dr. Zavodny. This week, he’s just bone-tired from hard work, it’s not depression or wariness. This pleases the psychiatrist; he’s getting better. They’ve developed a bond of trust and Mark is taking his meds and eating the healthful diet the doctor outlined for him. His skin glows under his scruffy beard and choppy dark hair that falls around his face in a way the doctor’s never sure is contrived or a sign of someone who doesn’t care much about his appearance.

Truth be told, Mark is gorgeous: Mid-thirties, but could pass for 20 despite the bad habits the shrink chooses to overlook as they have more pressing concerns for their sessions. He’s got blue eyes that must make women swoon, the older man often thinks, as they alternate between narrow and icy and warm and beguiling. There is a feral quality to him that he first attributed to the child abuse he suffered, but now, seeing him stronger, it may be something that’s just part of his nature, and a good one, at that.

“So Mark, you’re looking well, but tired. Tough week at the museum?”

“Yeah, but it’s good. Overtime an’ all. I like bein’ there, even though I’m just a janitor… it feels worth it to help take care of somethin’ beautiful, ya know?” he drawls.

“I do, indeed. That’s a good attitude.” Mark sneers a little at the perhaps condescending praise, but it fades quickly from his angelic lips. “Still, not much time for your own work.”

“Nope. Work, eat, sleep, pills, repeat,” he chuckles softly. There is something different about him today, more approachable, so Dr. Zavodny asks boldly: “Can we talk about sex? We never really have and I’d imagine it must be important to a man your age.”

“Okay. There’s nothin’ to tell, though. I don’t have a partner and I don’t like casual sex anymore.”

“Are we talking men or women?”

His patient sputters and blushes attractively, not expecting that. “Women. Ya thought I was gay?”

“I honestly didn’t, but I didn’t want to assume you were straight.”

“Well, I ain’t exactly straight. There is something that’s a little different about me.”

The doctor’s heart rate increases suddenly with interest and attraction. He tries not to show his selfish fascination trabzon escort with the beautiful, complicated man. “Go on.”

Mark laughs. “Ya know your hand tenses up to get ready to write when I say something that really interests you?”

It’s the doctor’s turn to blush a little. He drops the pen and fastidiously cleans his glasses instead. “I’m interested in everything you tell me, Mark,” he replies sincerely.

“It’s okay. Ya don’t have to be. I’m pretty boring, mostly. I do have this fantasy that’s been pullin’ at me, though. Thing is, I think it might be more of a plan than a dream.”

“Do you want to tell me about it?”

“I’m scared that if I say it wrong you’ll think I’m a really bad person. Like… the worst kind of person.”

Dr. Zavodny is grateful he doesn’t have one of those “fit” watches that monitor one’s heart rate because his would be beeping by now. “If you plan to hurt someone, I do have to take steps, you understand that…”

“No! God, no. It’s not like that. It’s just… weird to some people.”

“Mark, I’m a psychiatrist,” he laughs. So does his patient.

“Okay. So I’ve been thinking about who I want. I admit, bein’ healthier, my libido’s come back and I have to, uh…”

“Of course.”

“So I’ve known for a while I’m Dominant. Lately, though… I think I’m a Daddy.” Mark carefully scans his doctor’s face with bright eyes before continuing. “I want a little girl of my own. I don’t mean an actual child! I ain’t into that. She’s gotta have tits and hips and hair on her body. She has to be smart, too, so we can talk like grown-ups when we gotta.”

“Interesting. I’m aware of these relationships. In this fantasy, what does yours look like? What do you see?”

“I picture someone I can protect, who’s real needy and clingy-I like that, actually. I wanna take care of her like a little girl, feed her kid foods, give her her bathtime, cuddle up with her in her pink pajamas and watch G-rated movies. And of course, I take care of her sexual needs, too, because she’s not a real little girl; she’s got a massive sex drive she doesn’t understand and needs her Daddy to soothe her.”

Dr. Zavodny shifts his notepad on his lap. Mark notices this and shrugs his broad shoulders. He gestures at his own showing hard-on. “Sorry. I can’t help it. The thought of it really does it for me. It’s almost like nothing else is gonna do now that the idea’s taken hold. Is this bad?”

The doctor knows one thing for sure: This man is going to make some submissive woman a very lucky little girl. And he thinks he knows who she is.

“No. uşak escort It sounds like you put a lot of thought into it.”

“Yeah, I’ve been thinkin’ ’til I’m sore,” he chuckles. It is indeed nice to see him in such an upbeat mood for a change.

“Do you feel ready to try to find someone to explore this with? This is a very intense level of intimacy, much more than your average dating relationship. You have to be prepared that the reality might not line up with your fantasy,” he says gently.

“I figured I’d look online on a fetish dating site. I did plan to ask you first. The idea of that seems risky… could be depressing and maybe I need my fantasy more than destroyin’ it searching for the real thing.”

Well, it’s unorthodox, to say the least, but the doctor takes a deep breath. “Mark, do you swear to me that you’ll keep seeing me regularly and taking your meds correctly?”

“Yeah, I been doin’,” he grumbles.

“I know, you’ve been doing great work. I think I know the person you want to meet,” the older man says, excitement showing through in his genteel voice at the prospect of young kinky love.

“Wh-what? Who? How?”

“She a patient. She’s a lovely young woman, submissive, naturally child-like. No serious psychiatric disorders. Her thing is that she longs to be a pet for a loving Dom. That’s pretty similar, right?”

Mark grins to show lupine white teeth, which is a new occurrence in their sessions. It’s almost disconcerting. “Little girls like to pretend they’re animals, don’t they? I could have a puppy girl… spoil her with all kinds of toys…”

“Settle down. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”

“Are you even allowed to do this?” Mark asks, trying to settle down even as he sits up straight and leans in.

“It’s quite questionable. The answer is no more than yes. I certainly can’t prescribe a sexual relationship. Doctors do prescribe surrogates and group therapy… this would border on those practices. What you to choose to make of it after you meet would be up to you. I feel strongly enough about it that I’ll trust you not to tell anyone about this. You don’t have to lie, but…”

“Like a ‘gentleman’s agreement?'” his patient drawls with a glimmer in his eye.

“If that works for you, I’d appreciate it. I’ve been in practice for many years and would rather not end my career in some kind of BDSM matchmaking scandal.”

“Of course not. Is she pretty?”

Dr. Zavodny hesitates. “She will be when she’s in love. She needs a little looking-after.”

As he knew it would, this only makes his van escort patient vibrate with enthusiasm; it was in his nature as a depressive creative person to latch onto an idea and run with it when inspired. “I’ll be good to her!” He sounds almost like a little boy asking to keep the puppy he just found.

“Shall I call her?”

Mark nods and his messy hair falls into his eyes. She’s going to love him, thinks the doctor. He reaches for his phone on the coffee table and dials.

“Hello, Jenni? This is Dr. Zavodny. No, no, we’re still on for tomorrow. How are you feeling? Oh, good. Good girl. Listen, I have an idea and you don’t have to agree to it. I think I have the Dom you want to meet sitting in my office. I think you’ll be very good for each other… Hello?”

The tension he feels through the phone connection as well as the stare coming from across the coffee table makes the man smile. Permitted or not, this is the best thing he’s done professionally in a long time.

“Still with me? Good. If you want, he can come to our session tomorrow (can you?) and you can talk about what you want and see how it feels. I can help you get to know each other. Don’t worry. Would I give you away to a mean guy? He’s gentle and you’ll like him even if he’s not the one. Blue. Brown. Average. Big.” Mark raises an eyebrow. “Okay. See you and don’t panic. You can call me anytime if you have an emergency. Do your breathing exercises. Me, too. Bye, Jenni.”

“She wants to meet me? She understands what I am, right?”

“Poor thing’s a little shocked. This won’t be easy for her, but it’s important to her. She’s been ready for a while now. Honestly, what you said before about online fetish dating? If I can protect her from the risks of that to help her find what she needs then this is the right thing. She’s shy, though.”

“I’m shy.”

The doctor had never considered it in those terms before. Mark had a guardedness and a touch of swagger that, combined with his beauty, could fool even a professional. But yes, shy was apt.

“Well, I’ll be here to help out with that. It won’t be like an awkward first date. The setting will help you to open up; you’re both used to being candid in here and revealing yourselves. So… see you tomorrow at five?”

“Yes, doctor. Uh, should I dress up or something?”

“I wouldn’t. You just looking like that will be intimidating enough. Jenni’s a work in progress. Her wardrobe… you’ll want to replace it when she’s yours.”

There’s that grin again. When Mark rises to leave he spontaneously does something the doctor had long since given up on with this patient: He hugs him, quickly and with startling strength, then dashes off into the dark winter evening.

Dr. Zavodny smiles to the empty consulting room, so cozily familiar and suddenly brand new, and pours himself a drink.

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