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Bella did *not* want to enter the office of the relationship counsellor in her current state, with cum on her breasts and dress, her hands bound behind her back, and no clothes below her waist, with her pert ass and leashed cunt fully exposed. Charles had to pull hard on the leash attached to her clitoris to get her to come, until the pain grew too much for her and she was forced to totter after him on her high heels.
Charles’ friend Adam – the fake relationship counsellor – welcomed them as they entered, and guided them to the suite he had set up as an imitation counselling room. He took the time to deliberately look over Bella’s exposed, humiliated body, and give her a look of mixed disgust and lust that made Bella’s soul shrivel with shame.
The counselling room was simple, with a couch for two people facing an armchair for Adam. A small, expensive coffee table separated the two chairs. Adam took his seat, and Charles used his leash to pull Bella down onto the couch by her cunt. The painful tug on her clit made her lose her balance on her high heels, and with her hands bound behind her back she couldn’t steady herself. She fell back onto the couch with an undignified “thud”.
“Good morning, Charles, Bella,” said Adam, relaxing in his chair as if Bella weren’t half-nude and bound in front of him. “I’m very glad you chose to seek my services for relationship counselling. It’s important for couples to seek help at an early stage before their relationship turns toxic.”
He looked at Bella – and more particularly, looked at her cunt. “Are you here today of your own free will, Bella?” he asked her.
She didn’t know what to say. Charles had made her attend – physically pulled her along by a leash – but she had volunteered to do so, to save their relationship.
She settled for the easy answer. “Yes,” she said.
Adam frowned. “Bella, I’m a professional who’s providing you with professional services because *you* can’t make your relationship work. I expect to be addressed with respect. Try again. Yes, *sir*, please.”
Bella blushed. “Yes, sir,” she said.
“Are you this disrespectful with Charles, Bella?” asked Adam.
“No!” said Bella. “I mean… I don’t call him sir, but…”
“I think you should from now on, Bella,” said Adam. “Good relationships are founded on respect, don’t you agree?”
“Yes, sir,” said Bella, blushing and looking down.
“Now, Bella, why don’t you tell me what brings you to relationship counselling today?” asked Adam.
Bella blushed. She tried to search for an answer that didn’t make her sound terrible. But she still had cum on her tits from apologising to Charles for being unfaithful.
“I… keep having sex with other men,” she admitted, her face red.
“And why is that, Bella?” asked Adam.
“They force me, sir,” she said, squirming.
Beside her, Charles let out a sigh of frustration, and Bella instinctively flinched.
Adam was making a “tsk,tsk” sound. “Bella,” he said. “Let me describe what I’m looking at here. In front of me is a young woman in high heels, with dyed bimbo-blonde hair and large tits. Your hands are cuffed behind your back – apparently with your consent – which is pushing your chest out and drawing attention to your bosom. Your breasts are mostly visible through the tight top you are wearing, and there is dried cum visible on your cleavage and on your clothes. From the waist down you are naked. You have a large metal ring pierced through your clitoris, and it’s attached to a dog leash that Charles is holding. You have the words ‘I CUM FROM RAPE’ tattooed on your thigh. And your pussy appears to be visibly wet.”
He leaned forward in his chair. “If you saw a woman like that, Bella, what word do you think would be appropriate to describe her?”
She blushed and said nothing.
Charles pulled hard on her clit leash, making her squeak. “Answer the counsellor, Bella.”
She looked down and mumbled something under her breath.
“Louder, please, Bella,” said Adam. “How would you describe a woman like that?”
“Slut,” said Bella, her face burning with shame. “Sir.”
“What kind of slut, Bella?” asked Adam.
Bella looked like she might cry. “A disgusting slut, sir,” she whispered.
“Very good, Bella,” said Adam. “All relationships need to begin from a place of honesty. You’re making a good start.”
Bella looked at Charles in desperation “Do we really have to do this?” she asked. “Can we just leave? This is so embarrassing.”
But it was Adam who replied.
“You said you were here of your own free will, Bella,” said Adam. “If that’s not true, you can leave any time you want. Do you want to leave?”
Bella looked at Charles. He just smiled at her. “You can leave any time you want, Bella,” he said. “But if you want to be in a relationship with me, we need to address your behaviour. If that’s not important to you, you can go.”
Bella looked at the door. She did want to go. She wanted to be anywhere but here, on display, having a relationship expert make her admit she was a disgusting slut. Then she looked back at Charles.
Charles just smiled. He showed no sign of letting go of the leash attached to her clitoris, or of giving her back her skirt, or of undoing her handcuffs, or of offering to drive her instead of forcing her to walk on her high heels.
“Well, Bella?” asked Adam.
“I can’t!” she protested. She looked meaningfully at the leash in Charles’ hand.
“The door isn’t locked, Bella,” said Adam. “If you don’t want to be here, go.”
She opened her mouth, to explain that she was connected to Charles’ hand by a leash from her clitoris ring. But both men could already see that. They were looking at her like that didn’t matter. But it did, didn’t it? If she just got up and walked, she would run out of leash, and be pulled back – painfully – by her cunt.
She tried to formulate an explanation – but found that she just couldn’t bear to say the words “cunt leash”. Nice girls didn’t have a cunt leash. But she did. She had let Charles put it on her. She had needed it, because of her behaviour. Because of the way she had fucked her boss, and all those men in her apartment. She wasn’t a nice girl – she was the other kind, the kind that needed to be led around by a dog leash attached to her cunt.
A disgusting slut.
It was her secret. Her friends didn’t know. No one knew, except for Charles, and the relationship counsellor. (And, she supposed, her boss, and the men who had raped her over the last few days.)
Charles was right. She *did* need relationship counselling.
“No, sir,” she said, blushing. “I’ll stay.”
“Good girl,” said Adam, in the same tone of voice he might use to talk to a small child or an animal, and Bella flinched, knowing that she deserved to be patronised.
“I should probably do something with this,” Charles said, suddenly, raising the handle of Bella’s leash. He moved from the couch to the floor, and quickly tied the hand-grip of the leash around one of the legs of the coffee table, before resuming his seat. Bella was now leashed to the coffee table by her cunt, the same way a person might tie a dog’s leash to an outdoor pole before entering a shop.
“Now, I’m glad that we’ve made a foundation of truth to work on your relationship,” said Adam. “I think it’s important that we start from an acknowledgement that Bella is, by her own admission, a disgusting slut. I think that’s a hard thing for a relationship to overcome, but with my help, we’re going to get you there. Does that sound good to you, Bella?”
Bella was so confused. This wasn’t how she had expected relationship counselling to be. She had thought the counsellor was supposed to be neutral, and support both sides, instead of calling her a disgusting slut. But she had to admit that in all the stories she had heard about counselling, the woman didn’t attend the appointment half-naked, with dried cum on her tits and a leash on her cunt.
“Yes, sir,” she said, not knowing what else to say. “That sounds good.”
“Excellent!” said Adam, beaming with happiness (and secretly smirking with pleasure at Bella’s humiliation). “So what we’re going to do first is draw up a list of what each of you contributes to the relationship, so we can see where you both stand. Bella, why don’t you tell me all the things that Charles does for you, and the ways that he makes your relationship better?”
“Well, he buys me presents a lot,” said Bella, “and takes me for dinner to nice places. He drives me places. He tells me I’m pretty – or at least, that I could be pretty, if I dressed up nicer. He often solves problems for both of us.”
“He sounds like he’s very tolerant, too, and loving,” said Adam. “After all, he’s putting a lot of work into fixing your relationship, despite… the way you are.”
Bella blushed, and said, “I suppose so, sir.”
“Would you say Charles is smarter than you, Bella?” asked Adam. “More intelligent?”
Bella didn’t like to rate their comparative intelligence – it wasn’t like she was stupid – but…
“Yes, he’s probably a little smarter, sir,” she said.
“I mean, you don’t look like you’ve been making very intelligent decisions for yourself,” said Adam, staring meaningfully at her exposed pussy, her cunt leash, and her “I CUM FROM RAPE” tattoo.
Bella blushed, and said nothing
Adam paused, and then said, “I supposed you enjoy his cock, too?”
Bella, face burning with embarrassment, nodded her head.
Adam did some writing on a large piece of paper, and then turned it around to show to Bella and Charles. At the top he had written “VALUE IN RELATIONSHIP”, and then he had divided the rest into two columns, labelled “CHARLES” and “BELLA”.
In Charles’ column he had written:<ul><li>Money</li><li>Car</li><li>Presents</li><li>Dinner</li><li>Compliments</li><li>Brains</li><li>Love</li><li>Tolerates Bella</li><li>Cock</li></ul>
“And what about you, Bella?” he asked her. “What do you bring to the relationship?”
She opened her mouth – and then panicked. What *did* she bring? Why *was* Charles tolerating her, despite the fact she was clearly a disgusting slut?
“Charles – um…” she began. Surely there must be something? Why couldn’t she think?
“Yes?” asked Adam.
“Well, he likes explaining things to me,” said Bella. “He says it’s fun to teach me things. And I kind of enjoy it too.”
“Uh-huh,” said Adam, taking a note.
“And he likes the way I look,” said Bella. “At least, when I dress up for him.”
“What do you think he likes about your body, Bella?” asked Adam.
She blushed again. “Well… my breasts,” she said. “And, um, my… pussy… “
“You *do* have a pretty cunt,” Adam agreed. “Tell me, Bella, do you think Charles is right? That you’re prettier when you dress the way he wants?”
She dithered. She was dressed the way he wanted right now – and she looked like a half-naked cum-stained whore. But since she had gotten blonde hair for Charles everyone *did* seem to think she was sexier – even if that had only resulted in her being raped by her boss and other men. And in a way, it was inherently true – what other way was there, to judge how attractive she was, other than by whether Charles found her attractive?
“Yes, sir,” she admitted. “I’m prettier when I wear what Charles wants.”
Adam added two more items to Charles’ column on the paper. They read:<ul><li>Chooses Bella’s clothes</li><li>Knows what’s best for Bella</li></ul>
“Do they look right, Bella?” he asked.
They didn’t. But she didn’t know how to explain that that. So she said, “Yes, sir.”
“All right,” said Adam. “And why do you think Charles is still with you, despite your behaviour?”
“Well, because I agreed to do what he said, and apologise to him, and come to counselling, and try to be a better girl,” she said. She blushed, and then added, “And I think he still enjoys having sex with me.”
“I do,” Charles agreed. He reached over to stroke Bella’s hair affectionately, smiling widely.
“Okay,” said Adam. He did some more writing on the sheet of paper, and then showed it to Bella.
Under Bella’s column in the “value in relationship” table, he had written the following:<ul><li>Tits</li><li>Cunt</li><li>Stupid</li><li>Pretty</li><li>Fuckable</li><li>Obedient</li><li>Apologises for being a disgusting slut</li></ul>
“Does that look right, Bella?” he asked.
Bella drew back in horror. “No!” she said. “That’s not – I mean, I’m not… well, I’m not STUPID.”
Adam gave her a flat look. “Bella,” he said, “just now, while I watched, you allowed a man to leash you to a table by your cunt. Is that what a smart woman does?”
She blushed again. “No,” she said. “I mean… but… “
“You have the words ‘I CUM FROM RAPE’ tattooed on your inner thigh,” said Adam.
“But… no…” said Bella. She tried to formulate an argument. If she was smart, why couldn’t she think of how to explain?
“You said you enjoy having Charles explain things to you,” said Adam. “Does she need things explained to her a lot, Charles?”
“Oh, all the time,” said Charles.
“I know it’s embarrassing to admit that you’re stupid, Bella,” said Adam, “but like I said, it’s important that counselling begins from a position of truth. Can you admit that you’re stupid, Bella?”
Bella made a whining sound, and looked at Charles for help.
“Do as he says, Bella,” said Charles.
“Just admit that you’re stupid, Bella,” said Adam. “It will feel good.”
“Or you can leave,” said Charles.
Bella tried to retreat backwards, pushing herself back into the couch, but her cunt was still leashed to the table and there was only so far she could go.
“Bella?” prompted Adam. “Say you’re stupid.”
There was no escape for her. This wouldn’t end until she obeyed.
“I’m stupid, sir,” she said, in a small voice.
“Good girl!” said Adam. “Now, this is clearly a difficult thing for you to admit, so I want you to do something for me, after you leave here. Every time that you’re in a bathroom or a room with a mirror, I want you to look at yourself in that mirror, and say, ‘I’m stupid’. Can you do that for me, Bella?”
She whimpered.
Charles stroked her hair again. “This is good for you, baby,” he told her. “It will feel good to admit it. It’s not fun to feel so ashamed, is it?”
Adam followed up from Charles. “Can you do that for us, Bella? Can you look in the mirror and admit that you’re stupid? I’m an expert in relationship counselling, and I really do know what’s best for you.”
“Yes, sir,” whispered Bella. “I’ll do it.”
“Good girl,” said Adam. “And what we’re going to do, is I’m going to take this list we’ve made, of your value in the relationship, and photocopy it a dozen times or so, and you’re going to put a copy up in every room of your house, so you can look at it every day. These things in your column, they’re the things you need to focus on to rebuild your relationship with Charles – do you understand?”
It was so demeaning to see her worth reduced to the short list of degrading words – and yet, she could see the truth in it. She couldn’t think of anything else that she brought to the relationship, other than that Charles liked her tits and cunt, and enjoyed sticking his cock into her.
“Yes, sir,” said Bella. She knew she would do it – or that if she didn’t, that Charles would make her.
“Excellent,” said Adam. “Well, I think that’s a very good place for you both to start, and a very good outcome for today’s session. Are we all done?”
Bella was surprised. They had barely been in the office for any time at all. “Is that it, sir?” she asked.
“Well, I like to ease new clients into things,” said Adam. “And we really have made a lot of progress in a short time. You’ve admitted that you’re a disgusting slut, and that you’re stupid, and that your own value in your relationship with Charles lies in your tits and your cunt and your fuckability and your obedience. That’s a lot for one girl to realise in a day, especially a stupid one. I think it’s only fair to let you process all that before we move forward, don’t you?”
Bella had to admit that Adam made sense. It *had* been a lot. And she was honestly glad and relieved that the session was over. Maybe now they could go home, and Charles would allow Bella to cover her cunt – or at least not show it in public. She nodded
“And, of course, there is the *other* matter,” said Adam. He stood up, and walked over to Bella – and then, to Bella’s shock, he unzipped his pants and took out his cock.
Bella pulled back hurriedly – as far as her cunt leash would allow her to. She looked across at her boyfriend.
“Charles?” she asked. “What is this?”
“Counselling is expensive, Bella,” said Charles. “And seeing as your behaviour is the reason we’re here, I don’t think it’s fair to make me pay for it. Adam here was kind enough to make the counselling session free, providing that you suck his cock for him.”
“That’s right, Bella,” said Adam. “Open up.” He pushed his cock towards her face.
Bella cringed away. She was pulling away so hard that she actually managed to pull the table she was leashed too slightly. Her cunt was in agony, but she didn’t want to open her mouth for Adam’s cock. The whole reason she was here was that she was trying to not cheat on Charles.
“Come on, Bella, open up,” said Charles. “You’ve fucked so many men for fun, but now you won’t suck a cock when it will help our relationship? Do you even care about me, or is that just a lie?”
Bella wanted to say that she would pay for the session using her own money – she didn’t have to suck a cock – but Adam’s penis was now so close to her lips that she was reluctant to speak, in case opening her mouth invited him in. Instead, she pressed her lips tightly together and made incoherent noises of protest. She couldn’t pull any further away – her cunt leash just wouldn’t let her – and with her hands bound, there was nothing else she could do to escape.
“I have a little trick for situations like this, that really helps a lot of women,” said Adam. “Would you like to see it, Bella?”
She shook her head – but she was close enough to his cock now that the motion brought her into contact with the tip of his dick. There was pre-cum leaking from the tip, and to her horror she felt the shake of her head result in his cock drawing a smeared line of fluid across her cheeks and nose.
“I’d like to see it,” said Charles, smiling.
“Of course,” said Adam. “Just watch.”
He looked at Bella, and smiled – and then slapped her on the cheek.
It wasn’t hard, but it took Bella by surprise, and she instinctively opened her mouth to say “ouch” – and as soon as her mouth was open, Adam leant forward, pushing his cock into her mouth. His hands grabbed a handful of hair on either side of her head, and with that, Bella was trapped. There was nothing to do but suck.
“Good girl, Bella,” said Charles. “Just suck the nice man’s cock. There’s a good girl. This is much better than all that slutty cheating you were doing.”
“This session would otherwise have cost two hundred dollars, Bella,” said Adam, as he fucked her face. “Doesn’t it feel good to be saving Charles two hundred dollars?”
It didn’t. It made Bella feel like a prostitute – a sex worker. But she couldn’t say that with a mouthful of cock. All she could do was use her tongue to try and make Adam cum quickly, so he would release her.
Adam pulled hard on her hair, banging her nose against his stomach as he forced his cock in and out of her lips. “Should I cum in her mouth?” he asked Charles. “Or on her face?”
“She looks pretty with cum on her face,” said Charles. “Make her pretty.”
Adam face-fucked her faster and faster. Bella felt herself choking and gagging, but Adam showed her no mercy – until, finally, he let go of her, pulled out, and began spurting his hot sperm all over Bella’s face and hair.
Bella choked and gagged. She couldn’t wipe the cum out of her eyes because her wrists were still bound.
“Say thank you to the nice man, Bella,” said Charles.
“Thank you, sir,” Bella coughed.
“Tell me you’re stupid again, Bella,” said Adam. “Tell me you’re a disgusting slut.”
She couldn’t argue. No smart girl would be sitting here with cum on her face. No nice girl would have her cunt leashed.
“I’m stupid, sir,” Bella whimpered. “I’m a disgusting slut.”
“Good girl,” said Adam. “Now, I’ll give those relationship value lists to Charles, and then he can take you home. And I’ll see you in a week for your next appointment.”
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It was even more humiliating for Bella to leave the office bare-cunted, tottering along on high heels as Charles pulled at her clit leash, with a fresh load of wet sperm on her face.
The only thing Bella had to be grateful for was that, with a sticky load of semen obscuring each of her eyes, she couldn’t see whether there was anyone on the street to observe her shame.
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