Chapter 1: Introduction
The office was like a black hole.
A cool, erotic whiff of incense and something secretly exotic hit Sarah right as she opened the door. The sign on the door read, "Welcome to Morgan's Therapy Nook." A quirky name for a quirky therapist with cherry tattoos snaking around her neck and biceps.
Sarah hesitated, her heart ticking like it was about to bail on her any moment. She glanced over her shoulder.
The street was empty, save for a stray cat sneaking behind a dumpster. Her lungs burned as she swallowed down her fear, pushing open the door.
"Hey, you must be Sarah," a voice murmured from the back of the room.
Sarah blinked, her eyes adjusting to the dimly lit space. A woman emerged from the shadows, her tall, imposing silhouette backlit by candlelight. With thick black hair that fell in curls down her back, piercing blue eyes, and striking tattoos, Morgan was equal parts ethereal and intimidating.
Clad in a form-fitting dress that accentuated the curves of her body, she moved with a predatory grace, the sound of her heels clicking against the hardwood floor echoing through the small office.
"I'm Morgan," she said, extending a long, slender hand. Sarah hesitated, her hesitant gaze fixed on the woman's unnatural pale skin. Something about her felt unreal, otherworldly. She shook Morgan's hand warily, her grip delicate as a bird's.
"I'm Sarah," she said, her voice quivering like a leaf caught in a storm.
Morgan let out a slow, malicious smile, her opaque eyes glinting with amusement. "I can see that," she murmured, her voice Low and sinister, her accent exotic and alluring. "Let's sit down and get to know each other a bit better, shall we?"
She gestured towards the velvet sofa that sat in the center of the office, its fabric dark as the night sky.
Sarah nervously took a seat, her eyes glued to the ornate mirror that hung on the opposite wall. As she stared into its depths, her reflection twisted and overlapped with the dark, mystical tapestries that adorned the walls.
Morgan sat down next to her, their thighs brushing against each other. Sarah shivered, pulling away. But Morgan only smiled, her hand coming to rest on Sarah's knee.
"So," she murmured, her breath hot against Sarah's ear.
"What brings you here today?"
"I, uh-" Sarah stumbled over her words, her cheeks flushed red. "I've been having some trouble with depression and low self-esteem."
Morgan's smile grew wider as she leaned in closer. "I see," she said, her voice low and seductive. "And have you ever considered that your self-esteem may be tied to your sexuality?"
Sarah frowned, her eyes narrowing.
"What do you mean by that?"
Morgan's hand moved from Sarah's knee to her thigh, slowly inching upwards.
"Well," she said, her voice husky and seductive. "In my practice, I use a number of techniques to help my patients access their inner selves. One of those techniques involves subliminal messaging."
Sarah's eyes widened as she realized what Morgan was suggesting. "You want to use subliminal messaging to change my sexuality?"
Morgan chuckled, her hand now resting on Sarah's inner thigh.
"If that's a concern, you can trust that I will always respect your boundaries."
Sarah's heart pounded in her chest as she considered Morgan's proposition. She had always been curious about her sexuality, but had never had the courage to explore it.
"Okay," she sighed, her voice shaking. "Let's do it." Morgan's eyes lit up, her smile growing wider as she leaned in closer to Sarah.
"Excellent," she murmured, her breath hot against Sarah's ear. "We'll start with a session focused on your sexual desires.