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Some people could be so ashamed with their sexual tendencies that they would go so far as to seek help to deal with them.

While the world was reaching an age where almost anything could be a celebrated, or at least "normal" fetish, there were still some people out there who couldn't stand what their minds were into, and couldn't turn off the reaction it had on their bodies. Chemical castration was an extreme step, but there were only so many things one could do before they gave in to such an option.

For Desiree, going to seek counseling was the last resort, as her exhibitionist tendencies were coming [b]dangerously[/b] close to getting her into trouble with the law.

"I [i]knew[/i] the cop was there. He was just fifteen feet away, arresting someone, so I was sure that I could get away with it, and, well...thank goodness I did, of course, but I just couldn't stop myself. It was like another person was holding my wrist between my legs and forcing me to do it! If I hadn't snapped to, I would have been in the back of the car next to that violent criminal..."

"A lot of people feel a certain amount of thrill from trying sexual experiences in public places. The rush of the risk of being caught is a highly motivating factor for lots of people," her counselor replied. A fennec vixen by the name of Gretina, her background in psychology and psychiatric work made her an expert in the field, and gave her the ability to deal with a broad spectrum of mental issues and concerns. For some reason, however, she always seemed to end up dealing with sexually charged patients, and as such, she had to learn a great deal of restraint, after absorbing such information all day.

She wasn't without her faults, of course, but she carried a kindly smile, and did her best to make sure that her customers felt comfortable and safe in her care. "Really, you should be glad, Desiree. There are some people out there who can't experience sexual arousal without a legitimate risk involved in the act."

"That sounds awful," Desiree admitted, "But that's my biggest concern. I can still get excited in my own home, and still get off, but...I...I worry. What if that ends up happening to [i]me?[/i] What if I wake up one day and can't get myself off without ending up in jail for it?"

A human being with a number of normal fears, Desiree was blessed with long, light and airy locks of golden blonde, and her eyes twinkled with a mixture of jades and sapphires, creating pools of melted aquamarine. She was the type gorgeous enough to win over anyone, male or female, that she so chose, but she was paralyzed with fear to the point of sexual inactivity at her recent issues.

"Your fears aren't unfounded, but you're reaching, trust me. It's highly unlikely that you'll become dependent on the thrill, so long as you take care to arouse yourself in other situations and branch out, away from exhibitionism. There are plenty of other areas of sexual exploration that might entice you into something safer."

Though hard to explain, Desiree seemed to have an aura about her, or perhaps, even an ability to draw others into her. She'd nearly been caught by the cop, even though he had no idea Desiree was there when she happened upon the arrest. She knew that her boyfriend, now an ex, was clinging to her ankles when she finally kicked him out, and he wasn't the only partner she'd ever had to deal with being overly clingy.

She just had that magnetic of a personality, and though things were rigid with Gretina to start, the fennec vixen warmed up to her human patient rather quickly, to the point that it almost concerned Desiree.

"Are you suggesting that I try finding out if I have a new fetish, to try and make me forget about this one?"

"Not [b]exactly[/b] that," Gretina murmured. "The problem with such a black and white approach as that is that you could end up finding something even more dangerous and growing addicted to it, as well, or perhaps, you'd end up mingling it with an interest that you already consider to be dangerous. That's the last thing we want to have happen to you, so perhaps, you could find another fetish, or alternatively, you could just try to find your sexual center. Find what it is that allows you to be aroused in simply being yourself...no kinks, fetishes, or anything of the sort. Just take some time out of each day to figure out what [i]normal[/i] things arouse you, and focus on them, instead."

"I never thought we'd see the day when vanilla sex was almost considered a sexual healing tool."

"A lot of us professionals didn't think we'd see that, either," Gretina admitted, "But thanks to the internet, a vast world of smut and unbelievable sexual exploits has become accessible at the click of a button. It's ironic that many males are going back to normal, vanilla pornography, but as their brains became used to being able to see whatever they wanted instantly, they became burned out by that same freedom, and now, just seeing a girl naked in a normal situation feels exciting again."

"That's...fascinating," Desiree agreed, finding it hard to describe in any other way. "Do you think I'm like one of them?"

"Not directly, but you do have quite an active sex drive, and based on what you've told me in your appointments, you tend to enjoy the darker side of sexual relationships, when you explore just how far a partner is willing to go. There's nothing wrong with this, of course, but there is something to be said for just having an ordinary romp with someone, when all you've done is fetish play before."

It was a fairly simple assessment, but one that Desiree hadn't considered. "I guess I [b]could[/b] just go on Smokr and find a guy who's looking for a one night stand."

"I'd recommend that you find someone who you can trust, who understands that this sexual endeavor isn't just about getting laid and getting off. You might be able to find that in a quick fling, but because a random partner could generate a new fetish for you, you'd want to engage with someone who is aware of the parameters ahead of time."

Slumping against the arm of the sofa and resting her chin in her palm, Desiree cast her gaze toward the shuttered window and let out a heavy sigh. "That sounds awfully specific. I'm not sure I can find someone who meets those requirements on such short notice."

"It's not as hard as you think, Desiree. I'm sure that you can find [b]someone[/b] to help fill that void for you."

"Uh...y-yeah, I'm sure I can..."

Desiree's wavering voice came along with a nervous smile. She could already see Gretina's brow cocking upward, and her muzzle turning into a shrewd grin. She could [b]feel[/b] the fennec sizing her up with her eyes, as if her oath to keep their relationship a strictly professional one meant nothing anymore.

It was happening [b]again,[/b] and Desiree was already frustrated with the idea of what Gretina might be thinking about.

"Listen, Gretina...y-you've been a great help, but...t-this...this is [i]not[/i] exactly what I had in mind to fix things."

"Then why did you come to see me?"

Desiree never had a chance to express her shock properly. Gretina was already too busy standing up from the thick, plush seat of her recliner and looking down upon her human companion, continuing to appraise her, as though there was a greater purpose at play than a sexual relationship. "All I get anymore is sexual deviants, and almost all of them come to me for some kind of release. Sometimes it takes them a few weeks to build up to telling me; sometimes it only takes them a single visit, but in the end, all of my clients end up the same way..."

"And what way is that?"

"Naked, in front of me, on their knees and [b]begging[/b] for me to fix what's wrong with them."

"Is that really the kind of information you want to trust me with? What's to stop me from leaving your office this very instant and going to the nearest authorities to report you for malpractice and corruption?"

"You've come this far and told me this much. You've left me with more than enough information to publicly slander you for years, and that's assuming I didn't want to alert the authorities of your dangerous, sexual presence in public," Gretina reminded her. "Further, if you wanted to report me for anything, you wouldn't be sitting there on the couch, listening to a monologue. You would have jumped up and gone, instead of declaring your intentions like the villain in some poorly written action film."

For how sexually depraved her personality was, Gretina was of a brilliant mind, and she was seldom wrong. Desiree couldn't even come up with a jabbing response, and she didn't bother trying for one, when she realized that the fennec held all of the cards in their interactions.

"...Fine. What's your play, then? Why would you allow me to come here and think I was really getting help?"

"You [b]were[/b] getting help, Desiree. I've been giving you legitimate, psychiatric help this entire time."

"But...?"

"But, that being said, you have the kind of sexual issues that I can't fix with words alone, and I can't trust you to explore your fetish without becoming a public nuisance. If word gets out that you were going to my practice, that's bad for business, and I can't risk you being a liability."

Narrowing her eyes at the vixen and trying to ignore the tiny build up of tears in the corners, Desiree stood up from the couch, fists clenched at her sides. "Is that all I am to you now?! A [b]nuisance?![/b]"

A single pawtip came to rest upon Desiree's lips, before she could get any closer to Gretina. "My dearest Desiree...you're so much [b]more[/b] than that. You've got the kind of problems that only I can solve, and in turn, you'll be able to repay me in a way that your money never can."

Though she was having trouble believing anything Gretina said, Desiree didn't feel that she had any other choice but to listen a little longer. "Lemme guess. That form of payment is sex?" she asked, her head tilting back just enough that her lips could move, unobstructed by Gretina's paw.

"You think only of the end goal, when there's so much more to be explored along the way...it's almost tragic that you're so short-sighted, Desiree. I saw a lot more potential in you than that."

Words that were formerly sincere turned to manipulation as Gretina carried on with her tricks, and Desiree, for her part, felt a knot turning in her stomach at the idea of falling short of expectations. Gretina knew that was the place to strike, aiming at her fear of disappointment: It was something that Desiree hinted at during every visit, even if she never directly said it.

"W-what...what kind of potential? How could you know that I'm not up to it?"

"You've already shown it in yourself. You're too wild, too concerned with taking risks for the sheer thrill of it, when there's easier ways to achieve that same elation."

Gretina had the ability to deconstruct a mind with words alone, and though Desiree was an intelligent woman, herself, she was already in a vulnerable state. With each phrase, she opened more of her mind to Gretina, allowing the devious vixen to reprogram her, without so much as forcing her to do anything; that would come a little bit later.

"Is it because I lashed out at you?"

"That was part of it," Gretina suggested. "You've got to learn to trust in me, Desiree. You need to realize that because of your unique condition, I'm the [b]only[/b] person who can help you. If you don't confide in me, you will end up masturbating in public again, and this time, you [b]will[/b] get caught. I'm offering you the chance to avoid that fate."

Desiree felt her legs tremble just a little bit at the thought of jail time. The fantasy of being caught in the act sent a shiver through her body, but the reality of the consequence kept her from fully enjoying the daydream. Gretina watched and allowed her to think it over, knowing that the human female was immersing herself in a terribly naughty fantasy of someone happening upon her while her fingers were rubbing furiously at her clit and her folds, and within seconds, Gretina could pick up on scents from Desiree, a delightful, fruity smell of pheromones that the human herself couldn't glean.

"...You...you don't [i]know[/i] that I'll-

"Yes, I do," Gretina cut her off. "You've come to me in tears before, your concern was so great! You don't have a hold on this, Desiree, and I don't want to see you falling back into old patterns and getting into trouble. Come with me, and I promise, you'll be able to safely live out your fantasies..."

It didn't matter if it was a male or a female catching her, so long as she was being watched in the act. Desiree had nothing to lose by trusting Gretina, but she had plenty to lose if she risked finding another source of safety.

Her knees knocked together, just before she fell down to them, leaving her to gaze up at Gretina, just as the fennec predicted. The presence of her clothing was almost meaningless, and though she tried to look comforting before, Gretina could only offer a wide, borderline evil grin as she looked down at her former patient.

"We can't meet here, Desiree...not anymore. You'll have to come with me so I can show you where we'll be having our [i]appointments[/i] from now on."

**

At the end of the day, Desiree tried counseling because she thought it was the only thing that would keep her from ending up behind bars.

When she was allowed to see the place that Gretina called her 'second office,' she saw a couple of places where bars were the only source of light, and though they didn't look even remotely friendly, Desiree was enticed by the sight of them, wondering just how they would be incorporated into an exhibitionist's fantasy.

"Is this the fate of all of your patients?" Desiree asked, having enough of a free mind left to ask questions, despite the way that Gretina was manipulating her every move.

The fennec shook her head. She was busy locking a heavy, solid steel door behind her and making sure that nobody followed her car too closely. "I actually have a lot of patients that see me purely for psychiatric help, and my practice makes enough money that I can afford having little places like this to hide in when I'm not picking people's brains."

"This place...you've done some terrible things here, haven't you?"

"That all depends on who you ask. Some people might find themselves in pain before they leave, but I've never heard anyone complain about coming here. In fact, I worry that this, too, can become an addiction for many people."

"Is that why you kept me blindfolded on the way here?"

"Precisely. I'm not above addiction myself, Desiree. If I make the mistake of giving you easy access to this place, I run the risk of sharing a mutual addiction with you, and I fear that we'd end up exhausting ourselves in this place, with no one around to help us when we could no longer move..."

The mind games carried on for Gretina. In one sentence, she'd tear the poor human down just a little bit, before building her up in the next sentence. She picked her words carefully, however, and refused to ever call Desiree anything more than a possible addiction, knowing that the moment she added emotion to the mix, it might break the mental spell, and set Desiree back against her.

As long as she had the human convinced that she was an object, and not an emotional being, they would have a wonderful time in the hidden location.

Desiree broke free from the illusion just long enough to take a look around. It was clearly an old warehouse of some kind, mostly empty, and the empty areas were all shrouded in darkness. What was visible to her was little more than a few cages, a bondage horse, a cross, and a large chest in the middle of the arrangement that was filled to the brim with sex toys. All of it looked like a world of possibility to Desiree, but she hadn't completely caught on that Gretina was in control of her world, now...and the poor human was really just standing among her own collection.

"And just how do you propose you'll avoid getting addicted to me?"

[b][i]RIIIIIIP![/b][/i] Cocking a brow in annoyance and gazing down on Desiree, Gretina made it very clear why the human should never turn her back. Sharp, deadly claws tore easily through the back of her comfortable top and her bra straps, leaving Desiree to cradle her breasts to keep them from being exposed. "I'm not the one with the mental weakness here, Desiree. Don't you [b]ever[/b] forget that," Gretina warned her with a deep, angry growl. "You want to fuck in front of a crowd, and I want a sweet little slice of human to take out my frustrations on...we have a mutual need, and sadly for you, I'm the one who gets to decide if you get satisfied or not!"

Knowing what kind of trouble she might have gotten herself into, but knowing further that she didn't have a way out, Desiree could only let her lip tremble in shock as she turned back to face Gretina, still holding up the tatters of her top. They didn't last, as Gretina slipped a single claw into the tummy of her top and pulled, and immediately, Desiree got the message, even if a part of her was telling her body to resist. Something else with a stronger will told her body to give in, and her top came away, leaving her breasts to slip free of her arms, while her nipples were exposed to the cool air of the warehouse.

"W-where..."

"What?"

Gretina's tone was demanding and sharp. "Where...where is the crowd?" Desiree asked, her voice timid as she allowed her arms to hang helpless at her side. Her mind was like a puzzle that had been taken apart, but certain pieces were being held from her by the domineering fennec, who continued to admire Desiree with a lust that transcended their former, purely business relationship.

"There's a mirror on top of that dresser," Gretina pointed out, as she gave Desiree a none-too-gentle shove toward it, "So you can watch me fucking you from behind. By the time we're done, it'll feel like there's an entirely different person watching you, and you'll get your wish."

Desiree gasped as she landed her open palms against the top of the dresser and looked back fearfully at Gretina. "F-fucking me from behind?!" she cried out in shock, and though her surprise was sincere, she didn't actually feel any fear. She was trembling with a growing excitement at the thought of [b]anyone[/b] watching their act, even if it was just an illusion, and her shaking legs spread all on their own, before Gretina was even on top of her.

The vixen could only have been happier with one thing, and she made it happen on her own, as she gripped her claws into Desiree's jeans and began to tug. Desiree quickly got the hint, and only a quick, fumbling set of fingers was able to unbutton her pants in time to save them from being torn into, as well. The timely gesture saved them, and as they slid away from her body, the chilly air of the warehouse left Desiree shaking against the dresser.

In the mirror, she could see what Gretina had been up to. The fennec vixen was already nude, herself, and sporting a long, thick strap-on, coated from tip to base in a healthy, glimmering layer of lubricant. It was a cold liquid, and Desiree gasped as she felt it against the smooth, wide curve of her ass, but she gripped onto the dresser that much tighter as she felt a subtle push against her asshole, something that only a warmth would comfort her for.

Luckily, the long, soft fluff of Gretina's tail came to wrap around Desiree's waist and slip between her breasts, until the very tip of the vulpine tail tickled under her chin and left her to giggle just slightly. In the midst of such an act, it felt like her mind was all over the place, but as she looked away from the mirror for just a fleeting moment, she could see cameras by the windows of the warehouse, and almost immediately, she felt a flush of warmth between her legs as fresh, heated juices began gathering upon her delicate petals.

"Someone's always watching, Desiree. Do you want to put on a good show for your adoring fans?"

All of the cruelty that Gretina voice until then was worth it for Desiree, who arched her back and lined herself up with her fennec mistress. "I'd do anything for them...and anything for you, Gretina..."

"Oh? Are you sure?"

"You brought them to me. I...I [b]need[/b] this in my life...Gretina. If you can supply this for me, I...I [b]can't[/b] say no to you."

It was just what Gretina wanted to hear, but in her confidence, it was just what she [i]expected[/i] to hear. No sooner than she heard the words upon her tall, fennec ears than did Gretina hold her prey still and guide the wide, thick tip of her strap-on into Desiree's ass, knowing from their talks that she wasn't at all inexperienced at anal play, and in fact, a good, quick round of anal play might be just what Desiree needed to completely submit to Gretina. The fennec could sense just the tiniest bit of dissonance, but it was rapidly fading, as the human female stroked her cheek down affectionately at the fur of her counselor's tail and pushed her hips back toward her thick, fake cock.

Desiree didn't think she'd have been so into the moment, even when she realized that cameras were capturing the action, fulfilling her fetish in a way that she'd never imagined before. For some reason, the idea of doing things behind a camera didn't strike her as having the same effect as public masturbation, but all in all, she was addicted to exhibitionism, and as long as someone was seeing her sexual acts, she was going to be satisfied, before all was said and done. Wanting to put on the best display that she could, and yet, feigning some innocence, Desiree crept a hand between her legs and allowed her emotions to play upon her expression as she did, rubbing a pair of smooth, delicate fingertips over her clit, and dipping a third finger down into her sex.

There were a few cameras that Desiree didn't know about, catching all of that extra action and watching as tiny, stringy drops of feminine arousal crashed to the floor. Just above, Desiree could feel her ass being spread wide around the girth of an impressive sex toy, and grunting with delight, Gretina kept at her practice, pumping her hips forward and swishing her tail back and forth over the sensitive flesh of Desiree's breasts, leaving the poor, mentally trapped human to debate on which sensation she should focus on.

Her mind went blank as the full, thick cock in her backside, the playful rubbing of her buzzing clit, and the warm, gentle sway of a tail over her breasts ended up being more than her body could handle.

"F-fuck..." Desiree gasped under her breath, as dull teeth bit down on her lower lip. Her grunts weren't just of an orgasm, but of a greater sensation of being freed from the burden of her sexual frustrations, ones that nearly landed her in a prison when they came to the surface.

What she didn't know, as her inner muscles clenched around the thick, slippery rod in her asshole and halted it completely, was that there was still a cost for the services rendered to her, and Gretina was just snickering at the thought, as she reached down and collected a little of the trickling juices from Desiree's cunt in her paw.

She inhaled deeply from the slippery mess and ran her tongue through it, knowing that she was going to get addicted to Desiree whether she wanted to or not. In effect, that meant that their business relationship was over, but perhaps, a new one was just beginning...

**

"Thanks again for stopping in, Mr. Johnson. I think we made some excellent progress today."

"Thanks, Gretina. I really feel like I can face my wife with confidence again."

"I'm sure that you can, and I promise, she'll understand why you were concerned. Just remember that you love each other, and I'm sure you'll be back to your old ways in no time!"

Business carried on mostly as usual for Gretina, who was back at her office, still taking new clients and still dealing with the old ones that troubled her. She had a bit of a longer rope those days, however, by virtue of a small modification that she made to her office.

The examination room was still the same, but with all of her clients done for a few hours, Gretina made her way into the back of the building, to a large cage that was draped over by a thick, black sheet.

"P-please, let me out, Gretina. I need someone to see me...[b]please![/b]"

Grinning and rubbing her chin in thought, Gretina looked down at her watch, debating on if three hours was enough to take Desiree on a terribly naughty walk around the office. After all, anyone could walk in at any time, and if they weren't careful, they'd have to explain everything that they'd been keeping a secret for all of this time...

...For Desiree, even a minute out of the cage would be enough. She ended up behind bars after all, but all told, she couldn't have been much happier about her sentence.