A psychiatrist's Tale (Dr's office is OPEN)

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This RP revolves around various patients that comes into her office to see the doctor. SOME can have a developing meetings in the past (Which you must describe in your post) and some comes in as a new patient.

Looking for detailed RP partner/partners. The main thread is open for anyone to come in and visit her as part of an appointment. This thread will say 'ACCEPTING PATIENTS' which means the office is open and she is in her office. 'NOT ACCEPTING PATIENTS' means...she is off of office hours but with patient on one to one basis or just not taking no new patients. This RP is put together so that I can play with as many patients that comes to her during her office hours and it would lead to much more over the time. So far, this is what I have in mind...set to be a unique RP. So need people who have wildest imagination.

If you are interested in playing a patient, write your opening post with patient's background history and have them assume a seat in the waiting room. Post it here or PM me here and we will get things started.

Other Information:
1. For age, I would want the partners to play anywhere from 19 to 60 years old.
2. You only have to worry about my turn offs: scats, vore, real pregnancy, HEAVY BDSM, lactation. Everything else is okay
3. This game is meant to be played on threads so don't ask me otherwise.
4. Also, please be detailed in your posts because this isn't a SMUT rp. (at least 2 or more para.)

Available playbys for the doctor are:

Option 1
Option 2
Option 3
Option 4
Option 5



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Dr. Kendra Peters, a name well known and well respected, have been practicing Psychiatry for a long time now. She was the youngest to graduate from a medical school so when she finished her training, she was indeed the youngest. That didn’t stop her from going further and a step beyond. She dedicated first few years of her career working under a famous Psychiatrist who not only was specialized in Neurology but also conducted research. Her curiosity had led her to sought him out and then work under him for few years before she started working at a hospital part time and part time, in her own clinic. Of course, that’s changed now since she dedicates all her time to her clinic now. It’s better that way because hospital has its own limitation.

She also specializes in cases that are hard to crack and that mostly comprises of people with very personal problems. She also manages patients who are struggling with their relationships and at times, she even does couples therapy. Only if both partners agrees to it. Most of her patients are rich since they are the only ones who can afford it.

She indeed have a nice estate. She had paid off her loans fully and then bought this house on the outskirts of the city. She didn’t like living in the chaos so she preferred the calmer environment. She had a 5000 sq feet house all to herself. It was her dream house that had a nice little drive way to it and mansion like feel to it. There…she was finally living in one and years of hard work finally had paid off. Like any other day, her office hours starts later in the day and finishes around the evening.
 
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James Rose was terrified of what he was here for. To think he was resorting to a shrink to solve this issue. For what? To get laid? No for Brittney. He was here for her, he was here so that when the time came he could please her. Brittney was the best thing that had ever happened to him, she was smart, funny, and had a fucking stellar set of tits. They had been dating for six weeks and everything was progressing nicely.

Well sort of...

James knew that Brittney was waiting for him to take the next step. To finally invite her over for "coffee" or something after one of their dates. Meaning of course sex. Something was wrong with James. While he had no problem getting hard and jacking off the completion over porn, but making out with Brittney, or fondling her, did nothing to get his dick hard.

It scared him. What if he finally got naked with Brittney and he couldn't get it up for her. She would dump him and he would never see her again. His friends just called him gay.

James heard of Dr. Peters through a client at the office. Peters got glowing reviews and James figured that maybe he could work out James' issue. Maybe it was just a mental fear or something. Maybe he was afraid of getting intimate with a girl in person after watching so much porn. Who knew.

Dr. Peters came highly rated so James was here to see him.

Or so he thought.

As he sat in the waiting room he saw plaques and stories on the wall of some beautiful brunette woman. James went pale with fear as he realized that the doctor was not a man, but a woman. He was about to talk to a woman about his dick problems.

He thought about leaving, running away in a panic. As he turned toward the door he heard a voice. "Mr. Rose?"

Shit.

Blushing he turned and saw the Doctor standing regal and beautiful in the door way. She seemed nice enough and it was far too late to back out now.
 
Dr. Kendra had everything digitalized. Her home office basically didn’t need a secretary per say. Once someone enters her office, the patients would grab a seat and with it attached is a tablet. They’d have to sign in if they were old patients OR fill their personal and insurance information if they’re new. With that information, their digital chart either get pulled from the record or is created if it’s a new patient. Should anyone want to make a new appointment, they’d reach an automated system where they can simply make an appointment on the phone and if it’s an emergency, they’d have her cell phone number where they can reach there anytime.

She did have a fall back secretary, back where she actually practiced with few other physicians and she was the second number they’d have to reach should they need her, unless it’s an emergency. Though, in such field, an emergency rarely occurs and hence, she loves her lifestyles. She gets to enjoy all the good things there’s to enjoy and was glad that she wasn’t married which would weigh her down.

She was expected Mr. Rose at about 2 pm. She was ready for him as she was dressed casually in a black dress that covered her full frame up to her knees and completing her outfit with inch and half heels. She always kept up her appearances. Once she was ready, she stepped out into the waiting area, “Mr. Rose?” She said as she smiled, holding the door open for him, “Come on in. I will see you now.” She said with a smile, holding a large tablet in her hand, with his file opened for her to write notes on. Once he’d walk up to the door, she’d simple let him pass and point to a door across a small hallway which would lead to her luxurious office.

He'd fine a large wooden desk which she barely sits on but is there for the formality. She spends most of her time on the couches which were in the corner of the room, across the table and to its left would be two windows, looking out towards the garden. "I am Dr. Spears. How are you?" She smiled and looked at him, fairly young guy, wondering what was his problem.
 
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James found everything extremely professional, if a little too new-age. The doctor herself was a stunning woman, dressed very professionally but there was clearly a beast of a body under that attire. James blinked hard and shook the thought out of his head. Jesus, how was he going to talking about his dick problems with this bombshell?

He glanced around the room she led him too, like the lobby it was professional and clean which gave him confidence. She clearly took her job seriously and maybe having a woman's point of view on his situation would be helpful.

He gingerly took a seat on the couch and looked up at her, "Am I supposed to lie down or what? I uh....I don't know how this works or what I should do." He confessed carefully.
 
Kendra had no idea what he was thinking when he saw her but it seemed he was either disappointed or was in shock the moment she opened the door. Sometimes, patients had anxiety when seeing a doctor and she knew it.

Once they were in her office, the room was nice and warm, giving anyone and everyone that cozy feeling where they can just relax.

She chuckled as she took a seat across from him and laughed lightly at his question, “Sure…if you’d like to like down, you can. How this works is you will find me taking notes on this tablet from time to time but never think I am not listening to you. What you should do it tell me about your problems. Everything….let it out. Let me in, let me help you.” She said with a soft smile on her face, letting him know she was here to help him.
 
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Jason looked at her and ran a hand through his hair. Nervous habit, but it calmed him somehow. He sighed and began to tell the doctor about his issue. About his girlfriend and about how he never seemed to be able to get physically excited with her. He told her about how he had no problem with porn and even if there was only girls in the videos he could get it up no problem.

"I'm not gay." He insisted. "I find women attractive and I wanna fuck girls. I wanna fuck my girlfriend." He blushed. "Sorry am I allowed to swear?"

He sighed again, "I don't know. Brittney is very pretty, but she doesn't feel sexy to me. She is so, plain Jane, when it comes to sex. Maybe I've just been spoiled by bullshit porn scenes or something." He looked at the doctor as she tapped away on the tablet.

He spread his hands and shook his head. "I think that about covers it. Any ideas on what's wrong with me?"
 
She observed the man sitting across from her, knowing he was a bit nervous about this and she’d done everything to calm him. It sort of even worked too as he started to open up to her, about his problems with his girlfriend.

She continued to take notes but never took her eyes off of him more than few seconds. It was a bit usual scenario but the treatment for such cases were different and according to their per case basis. It required different intervention.

The whole time, she wondered about how and what. She finally spoke, considering he was done, other than nodding in the middle when he asked if he’s allowed to curse. “So help me understand this. If you don’t mind me asking…you are not a virgin, are you? I mean to say, you’ve been in relationships previously? How were they? Did you have any problems then or is it something new? Or is it something that was there before but it’s much more intense?”

She asked, taking a breath, keeping calm, “Believe me. Everyone watches porn and you are not the first one to have such problems. Is there something holding you back? Have you seen each other naked and tried to have sex at least? Or is it that you guy never get there. If so, who is hesitating and why?” She asked curiously, thinking if it's not emotional then it must be physical.
 
James snapped up at her question, "Virgin? No no....not since high school. But I also haven't had a serious girlfriend since college. Brittney would be my first in...." He paused and counted in his head. "I guess it has been about five years. Huh time flies when you're working." He said.

Then he had to pause and think about what she had asked. Who was stopping the sex, him? Yeah probably. He didn't want her to see him flaccid after making out the way they did. He didn't want her to think that something was wrong with him or he'll even her.

"Well we haven't gotten that far. To be honest I don't like taking my pants off while limp dicked, and since I wasn't getting hard making out with Brittney, I've been....kind of avoiding pushing it to that next step." He blushed again. "I'm sorry I've never told anyone this before and it has made me a bit nervous."
 
She had expected him snap at her question, knowing he was a middle aged guy so there was no chance that he was a virgin. As expected, he wasn’t and she nodded hearing his answer. “So you really want this to work and for it to work, you have to move on to the physical part of the relationship…as we all know.”

She continued to listen to him as he spoke more, telling her how he wouldn’t want to kiss Brittney so passionately, only to whip out his limp cock. She knew what that would make the girl think if it was her in place of Brittney.

She smiled, reaching forward to place her hand on his knee, “Well, that’s why you’re here. To share things with me which you don’t with anyone. That is also why you’ve signed a disclaimer, binding me to you and you to me, that things we discuss and do here can’t be discussed with anyone outside of this office. She had recently started trying different way to treat her patients and found herself dwelling into it more and more.

Not all patients needed her special interventions but James seemed like one for sure. She sat on the edge of the couch, “So let me rephrase what happens here. You guy make out and want to continue forward but you can’t. You stop midway because you still can’t get a hard on. But you have no problem getting a hard on when watching a porn. So that rules out a physical problem. Unless, you are afraid of something.” She made a thoughtful face before placing her ipad aside, “Now…don’t be alarmed. But I want you to kiss me, like if you were Brittney. Don’t worry, this isn’t cheating but it’s you getting the help you need.” She said with such an ease as she sat in her seat still.
 
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James nodded as he listened to the Doctor, she assured him that he had no reason to be nervous with her. This was completely private and only between the two of them. What he said, wouldn't get out and he certainly wouldn't tell anyone what she told him. Especially if she told him he was fucking hopeless. Though he didn't think it was hopeless, he was just afraid of commitment or some shit.

Then she shifted herself upright and more toward the edge of her seat. He watched her, looking into her stunningly beautiful eyes. She was a haunting level of beauty that it almost was terrifying. His felt his pulse race as she told him what she wanted him to do.

She told him to kiss her and James jerked back quickly. "What!?" He gasped. "Wait no that isn't....." He shut his mouth. This woman was a Doctor and clearly she knew something that he didn't, perhaps this was simply a technique that would help him overcome his issue with Brittney.

He shut his mouth and frowned. "Okay....I'm sorry. I just....I don't know. Okay kiss you right? I can do that, I suppose."

James lifted himself off the couch and moved over to her, carefully. He wondered if this was a typical thing to do, some kind of new-age treatment or something. Whatever it was, James knew that she was trying to help him and so he would go along in anyway that he could, even if it felt unusual to him. She waited for him as he leaned in slowly and cupped her cheek in his palm before he pressed his lips softly to hers. At first it was weird, but he pushed out all thoughts and just acted like he was with Brittney. Gradually his kiss got deeper and deeper, pushing his tongue into her mouth and shifting himself closer to her on the couch.

As he made out with her, something starting to tingle in his crotch. He felt life in his cock, yet it did not grow hard. Not yet anyway. A spark of hope appeared inside of him, followed by fear. If this doctor was able to get him hard then clearly the problem was that he didn't find Brittney attractive enough. That would be terrible, he liked Brittney a lot and he wanted to be able to have a physical relationship with her more than anything. Please let Dr. Peters be able to fix him.
 
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Entering the subdued, paneled waiting area, Paul gave his information to the check in desk and sat down. Thumbing through some housekeeping magazines he was nervous. "Would Dr. Spears listen? Laugh? Take him seriously?"
It had been such a long road. Two broken marriages, several engagements and he just couldn't keep his dick in his pants. He wanted to make it work, It was just every time a young woman, maybe eighteen, they always said so, looked his way he wanted her.
The office furniture was clean, sophisticated. He know Dr. Spears knew her stuff, but he had tried with other professionals too. Some said go to couples counseling, some said get divorced. Would this be different?
 
She was expecting such a reaction from him but it seemed he handled it well. She loved how patients her freak out to what she’d ask them to do. She only gets involved in certain cases, not all. She watched him question her judgment and she only looked at him and then turned her head as he sort of agreed to kiss her.

Watching him move off the couch and make his way next to her, she sat back a little, turning her face to accommodate him. Watching him lean into her, he cupped her cheek before he pressed his lips to hers. Her eyes open at first, as were his and then she closed them shut. She smirked just a little when she felt him get into the kiss.

She was posing as his girlfriend, him kissing her deeper and deeper and she was surprised when he pushed his tongue into her mouth. She wondered if she should stop him but she didn’t as he shifted himself closer to her, clearly indicating he was getting into the kiss. Deep down, she was working the case too, she moved her hand to cup his cheek and then caress the back of his head, starting to kiss him back, wondering if that was doing the trick. After a minute or two, she slowly broke the kiss. She had to pluck her lips off of him and smiled, “Sorry, I have to ask. Did that do anything” She said looking at him and then move her gaze down to his crotch.
 
James pulled back a bit from the kiss, his lip tingling with it. He couldn't believe how good she was at kissing, night and day different from Brittney. Honestly if really felt like Dr. Peters cared more about being good at it and it showed. He looked down as she asked about his dick and he shrugged.

"Actually the biggest tingle I've felt in a long time. I mean I'm not hard by any means but I felt life surging down th....." suddenly his phone buzzed loudly in his pocket. He blushed as he dug into his pocket. "Sorry I should have turn it off...." He glanced at the phone and saw his work line and he grunted. "Shit it is my work, something must have gone wrong. I'm sorry I have to go. They never call unless I'm really needed."

He backed away from her and headed for the door. "Can i make a follow up appointment or something? I think you may get to the bottom of my problem." He asked her.
 
She was glad to hear his answer, that it was the biggest tingle he’d felt in long time. Now that was a positive sign in its own way. They were disturbed his phone and she kept quite while he checked it.

It was obvious he was needed or else he wouldn’t just ask to leave. She nodded, “I understand James. I should see you soon. You have the number. Just call and make an appointment. I look forward to working with you.” She smiled and watched him leave. She went over to her desk, seeing she had one more patient. Mr. Paul. She looked up his information that he’d filled, not much. But she took her time before going out to get him.
 
THE RP PARTNER IN THE NEXT POST DIDN'T HAVE THE COURTESY TO WRITE BACK TO ME IN THE THREAD OR IN THE PMS SO CONTINUING THE RP AS IF IT'S A NEW DAY AND A PATIENT IS WAITING FOR THE DOCTOR IN THE WAITING AREA.
 
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Blood trickled down from the deep cut on her lip to the slope of her bare breast. Her puffy eyes looked up into the orbs of the three men standing over her with a burning hatred. Her jaw was set firm her teeth grinding while they each stuffed their cocks back into their camo pants. Their stench will always be set in her mind, along with their smiling faces and foreign laughter. Her breathing was labored from the pain of her broken rib, but she knelt there before them not crying, not wishing to be dead, just there with her burning anger flaming in her eyes.

She watched as one of the men pulled a pistol and put it to her head. Each one saying shit she didn’t understand but the pull of the hammer told her all she needed to know. She was going to die…. Several seconds seemed like a lifetime to Amber before the hammer fell; but the only sound was the empty click. She blew heavily over her lips while glaring at the man laughing as he ejected the empty clip and slapped in a fresh one, that was his last action as each man fell dead to a precise gun spray from a delta force officer.

Amber was now at home but very different from what she used to be before joining the CIA. She enjoyed doing many things ranging from going to the movies to dancing, but now it was the gym and only the gym. She even started her own chain of physical fitness centers that specialized in building the body to respond to self-defensive moves. She was always at the gym/work keeping some of the lager facilities open twenty-four seven.

Sharon, a former partner with Amber whom stayed in contact with her after returning from that fateful mission, became concerned about how much Amber was becoming more and more unsociable, even hateful when Sharon tried to get her to do something else other than train, or train others members. Even her students noticed that she was getting more irritable and hateful; the workouts were getting more and more intense beyond normal increments. Sharon also noticed that she was taking less care of her appearance, letting her self become more rugged and cold.

Sharon heard about a good Therapist that was opening up another clinic here in the city and could possibly help Amber with whatever she was going through. She had to come up with a good way to make her go so she did a little calling and found a program that would benefit her clients in the field of self defense, however it was a federal program and all those that implemented this program into their centers were required to have an physic evaluation. That was her ticket to get Amber in to see this Dr. Kendra Peters.

It was almost that time for her appointment when she finished her workout for the day, Her gaze looked down her form and sighed for she couldn’t go to someone’s home office like this. She looked over at the gym locker room and shrugged her shoulders. It wasn’t long before she came out dawned in a clean workout outfit she pulled her hair back in a ponytail with a huff. “Lets get this over with!” She grabbed her keys and was out on her way to this home office of Dr. Peters. Her mind was racing in all different directions on what type of questions were coming her way and what would her responses would be if they traveled over there. She took a deep breathe and fought back the tears. “Fuck!” she muttered, this is why you don’t think about over there! She barked at herself.

She pulled up to the most beautiful home she has seen in quite awhile. “Gorgeous place.” She muttered as she pulled up and parked. She walked up to the door and took a few moments to look around and admire the place before walking in. She took a seat next to the door, just incase the urge to walk out was greater than her will to be here. She looked over the awards and Certificates that this woman achieved and was impressed with her accomplishments. She met a few ladies like her in her days with the CIA.

She looked at the tablet and began to fill it out. She looked at some questions with an arched brow. She began to wonder if this was actually a federal evaluation at all. The more she looked around she knew better. ’Damn you Sharon!” She muttered, but since she was here she might as well stay. She filled out questions and replied mostly about, Mental trauma, Social/self withdraw, Social mistrust, Obsessive tendencies to work and workouts, anger flashes, mistrust in men, denial traits. “Damn I should just put a big YES on the damn thing.” She shook her head and put the finished chart in its place. She almost felt like she just been violated again..
 
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Dr. Peters just had finished her appointment with a patient and saw him off before she went back to her desk to scan over next patient’s information. She liked how sometimes people didn’t put much information in their REASON FOR VISIT box but once they come into her office, they got hundred and one problems that surfaces slowly. And at times, there are people who give in depth detailed explanation as to why they are here.

She was ready for her as she had a black and red floral top, matching with black slacks and her heels. She had freshen up a little, looking perfect as she scanned over the information on her ipad. Once again she was ready, she stepped out into the waiting area, “Ms. Amber?” She said as she smiled, holding the door open for her, “Come on in. I will see you now.” She said and led her patient into the corridor and towards her office. “I am really sorry for the wait.” She said with a smile, welcoming her into her cozy office. She noticed her patient’s frame and saw how toned her muscles were. Once she’d walk up past the door, she’d simply let her pass through and point to the couches "You are first time here. I am Dr. Peters. How are you?" She smiled and looked at her, welcoming her to speak, “So, what brings you in today?” She asked her as she crossed her legs at her knees, sitting on the opposite couch from Amber.
 
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Amber looked up to the door when it opened and rose once her name was called out. She stopped in front of the doc for a few moments to size her up as if checking to see if this was going to be a waste of time. She got a good feeling coming from her gaze and so she followed the doctor down the corridor, Amber instantly got a flash back of the corridor she was led down before the room where she got raped. Her breathing became heavy as the daydream intensified. Amber began to clench and unclench her fingers in an attempt to gain control of her emotions, her mind continued to battle itself for one was playing the memories from over there, and the other side say this was just a flashback it isn’t real . Once she entered into the room she gained control and fought back the memories from over there. After a few moments she was back in control and her breathing lowered.

She heard the doc ask if this was her first visit and she shook her head and whispered “Yes.” She moved over to where the Doc gestured when the next question was spoken. “I’ve been better.” she blurted out still a little pissed about being duped to coming here. She took her seat and looked over to the doc with a mix of emotions assaulting her being. She looked around slightly uncomfortable for how could someone like this know what the hell she has been through.

Amber stood up and walked toward the door but stopped and lowered her head. “My friends says I have issues that I need to get out. I guess she can see them better than I can. But I do trust her, well she did fib to get me here but what’s a little white lie among good friends. If she thinks there is something wrong and I need to be check well here I am.” Amber’s voice a little agitated in fear of reliving that hell. She took a deep breath and blew it out. “Yeah, leave it to Sharron to know me better than myself…Then there is those cry babies at the gym complaining that my workout routines are too harsh…. THEY don’t even know what harsh is!” Amber’s voice growing in intensity. “Im sorry Doc… It’s just been a rough day.” She pushes the tears away from her eyes. “I really don’t like talking about myself too much.” She whispered through the tears..
 
Kendra smiled as she sat down onto the couch, sitting up to bring her gaze to the level of Amber. There was something odd about her. It was as if she was forming some impression about the lady doctor and questioning her capability. The office was comfortable, the shade being perfect for anyone to sit back and relax, letting their inner thought out into the open with the right person. Too much light and they’re sensitive to things around them, too dark and they may be afraid of their surrounding BUT perfect lighting was the key.

Kendra didn’t smile but kept on a welcoming look about her face, which came to her naturally, given it was in her nature due to years of practice and now it had become part of her. She cared for her patients so no doubt she was concerned for Amber, seeing how there was something bothering her. One would ask what would a goody two shoes doctor like her would know how to deal with extreme cases and the answer was only practice.

She’d seen patients who were taken advantage of in their childhood. It was far more worse than being older and going through what Amber had gone through. As a child, you can’t even go about telling someone after it. You wouldn’t know how to even cope with it. They’re just out there, all alone.

She watched Amber stand up, seeing how tall and strong she looked in that moment but it seemed as if she came from a bad shock. She passed a soft smile, “It seems your friend cares for you. You need to let people in, friends like that can heal lot of issues.” She spoke and then quite down to let Amber continue. It was obvious from her chart and other records what Amber had gone through. Her previous occupation would have been a tough one.

Watching Amber stand up and walk to the door, continuing to explain what others thought about her and when she felt her soften up, Kendra stood up to walk over to her, placing one hand on her shoulders, “I possibly can’t imagine what you must have gone through. It seems you loved your job and miss it. If you don’t want to talk about something, we don’t have to force it.” She smiled, patting her shoulders before moving her hand to caress her back, “Come… take a seat. I want to learn more. Care to tell me more. I am asking as your friend. I know it’s hard but I know you can try.” She said and this time, she sat next to her on the couch.
 
Amber nodded, “Yes friends do help a lot , I keep trying to push Sharon away but she is stubborn as I am. Maybe that is why we get along so well.” Amber crossed her arms under her breasts. She jumped when she felt Kendra’s fingers on her shoulder. Her words were soft and well placed for Amber was in an acceptable state at the moment. A state of mind that she hardly ever welcomed for that was when ‘over there’ hit her the most and the hardest.

Amber felt the hand move to her back and was caressing her flesh. It felt good someone touching her with a gentle hand. She stood for a moment resisting the move for wanting to keep the hand upon her back. She actually pushed back against her hand yearning for her to continue with the caressing of her flesh. She felt the electricity flowing through her. It has been a long time since she has felt that tingle and now it was making her slightly wet.

Kendra’s words were very welcoming and guiding to her as she followed the gesture to have a seat on the sofa. Amber’s eyes moved up and looked into Kendra’s and seen the softness, that she was also displaying with her words and light touches. Amber pulled her gaze away from the Doc’s orbs to the floor. Amber licked over her lips and bit down upon the soft flesh. She fought the damn ’over there’ emotions but failed as a tear streamed down from the corner of her eye and halfway down her check. Amber wiped it off quickly, “I’m sorry! I’m crying like a little baby!” She cleared her throat, swallowed hard, and instantly she was that hard piece of iron once more.

I don’t think talking about my past or my boo hoo moments are really going to effect my personality. What is wrong with being hard? What’s wrong making your self harder by reaching for lofty goals. That’s all I do for these cry babies that come to me wanting me to teach them self-defense but don’t want to feel the pain of getting there…. WHAT! Damn good is knowing special combat tactics of hand to hand combat when you cant even protect yourself because you are physically to weak to perform the movements against three men !” Amber body begins to tremble, her iron melts and the tears flow once more.
 
Kendra nodded no, “I think you should hold on to Sharon. Friends like her, you want them to be in your life. Speaking of which, you should also feel comfortable coming to talk to me about anything. That is the only way this will work and if you don’t want to talk, you can still come. Just being around people who makes you feel comfortable is all your need. I am hoping to come in that range where you’d feel comfortable telling me about anything. That is what we will be working towards and I can’t do it alone. I will need your help of course.” Kendra said and smiled softly.

Kendra had noticed how Amber had pushed back against her hand, yearning for that touch. She knew how hard it is to let anyone come close after such an incident but here, she was finding the comfort in Kendra’s touch and it was the least she could provide she thought to herself. Watching Amber’s eyes, full of pain, looking back at Kendra but then stealing/shying away to let a tear pass down her cheek. “Oh no…crying isn’t a foolish thing to do. You should let it out. You don’t have to hold it down inside you. Perhaps you do that with Sharon. I ask you not to with me.”

Kendra comforted her as they moved to the couch and it was then, she watched Kendra break down. She heard Amber speak about cry babies she has to deal with, trying to toughen them up but when it comes to defending against three men, she spoke from her own experience, it didn’t matter even if you knew special combat tactics. Kendra instantly scooted closer, turning Amber towards her before pulling her into a hug, siding her chin to rest on her shoulder while cradled Amber’s head onto her shoulders, “Easy there…let it all out. It’s the only way you will feel normal. Don’t hold back. Nobody should have to go through what you went through, but it is how you decide to handle it is what will make you stronger and face the life that you have ahead of you.” She said as she held Amber into a comforting embrace.
 
Amber was a mess now, for all her blocks that she put up over the years were taken down because someone wanted her talk, that was her strength not talking about it so why did she come here? Why relive the pain when it was already gone or was it really gone for it was why could she remember every little thing they did to her and be so real that it felt like it just happened to her today. Amber tried to stop the images, the pain, the weapon. Her body jerked at her midsection almost enough to make her ball up. She needed to get out of here, this was a mistake, she should never have began to talk.

But then she felt those soft hand gently pulling on her. She turned in the direction they were guiding her. She ended up facing Kendra whom pulled her into a hug. Amber closed her eyes for it felt so relaxing being in someone’s arms. Kendra guided her head down to her shoulder and held her there. Amber moved her arms around the doc’s waist and held her back. When she was told to let it out Amber had no choice for she couldn’t get the walls back up. “I was raped!” She jerked as the tears fell and her body jerked and jolted. She cried and screamed why! What did she do to deserve the punishment? Why couldn’t she protect herself? why did her body respond to them? She tightened her grip around Kendra’s body.

Amber took a deep breath and just pushed herself deeper into the arms of Kendra. Seeking comfort, safety. She had no one to turn too except this doctor. She pushed harder until she felt safe and that is when she opened up and began to weep. Her whole body jerked and trembled while the large tear drops fell … “I need help!” Amber cried out..
 
Kendra soon realized how Amber had been holding down inside her. Everything pain, feelings, thoughts and anger, it was buried inside her as it was her mechanism to handle with what she'd gone through...whatever it was. The psychiatrist wouldn't know until Amber would tell her but even then, she could guess it's related to something physical. But, she looked strong and had good physique so something really bad must have happened.

The best way to comply with such broiled emotions is to let it out and let people in. It's the only way. She caressed Amber on her shoulder, "Sometimes it's easy to talk to strangers. So consider me a strange OR a friend, I want what's best for you and that's for you to let me in." She spoke in her comforting tone of voice. That's when Amber told her what had really happened to her and Kendra wasn't surprised since how sensitive she was to someone's touch. "I can't imagine what you must have had to go through. No one can take back what's happened but it's up to you to decide how you live with it. By being stronger. And it starts today. It takes times but we will get there....together? Okay?" She said and tighten her embrace.

Kendra could feel Amber's hot breath on her shoulder and before she knew, her tears were trickling down, wetting Kedra's top. That's when she felt Amber's strength as her grip tightened around her waist and her mid back. She continued to hug her, knowing it was the best for now. Whispering into her ears, "And we will get you that help. Everything will be fine. Trust me Amber." The pretty doctor spoke in her husky tone, cradling her head as if she was some child. "Anything you need, you let know. Without hesitation. First we will have to talk about your fears. Most importantly, you need a friend and so I will be your friend. Anywhere you want me to tag along to make you feel safer, you let me know. You want to come over for a session, you call me. Anytime." She said comforting her, caressing her back before she finally pulled back.
 
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