Story: Allison’s Education, Part 17 – Counselling

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Math class always seemed to involve Allison being humiliated somehow, so she was momentarily grateful when, having only just entered Miss Sophie’s classroom, she was immediately summoned by the PA system to attend the counsellor’s office.

She became less grateful, though, when she started to think about why she might have been summoned.

The school counsellor was a pretty blonde named Miss Kendall, and she couldn’t have been more than 19 or 20 herself.

“Take a seat, Allison,” she said, as Allison entered her office.  She was seated on a low lounge, and she was gesturing at another chair opposite her.  

Allison did as she was told.

“Do you know why you’re here, Allison?” she asked.

Allison shook her head.

“I’ve been hearing from your parents and your teachers that you’ve been having trouble adjusting at your new school,” said Miss Kendall.  “And the consensus is that it’s probably because of your oversized fuckbags.   Does that sound about right?”

Allison was used to hearing lewd words used to describe her breasts by now, but she still flinched a little – and then nodded.

“Can you show me your fuckbags right now, Allison?” asked Miss Kendall.

Allison didn’t want to – but she also knew that it wasn’t really a question.  She unbuttoned her blouse and pulled out her large tits.   She wasn’t wearing a bra today, having taken the other option to bring pain to her boobs.

“What is that on your fuckbags, Allison?” asked Miss Kendall.

“Elastic bands,” said Allison, blushing.  “They constrict the base of the breast, to help encourage my body to divert blood from my brain, where it’s not needed, to my tits and cunt.”

“Can I see your cunt as well?” asked Miss Kendall.

Allison spread her legs and pulled up her skirt.  Miss Kendall stared at her labia rings, and at the cowbell hanging from her clitoris piercing.  She took out her phone and snapped a photo of Allison with her tits and cunt exposed.

“Who told you to wear these elastic bands and piercings, Allison?” asked Miss Kendall.

Allison wondered if she should tell the truth, or lie and claim they were her own idea.  But if Miss Kendall has already spoken to her parents…

“My… my vet told me to,” she said, blushing.

“Your vet?” asked Miss Kendall.  “Not your doctor?”

Allison blushed deeper.   “My parents said a vet was cheaper…” she said.

“Is that really the only reason?” asked Miss Kendall.  “Look here.”

She took out two pieces of card.  On each was a photo.  On one was a girl about Allison’s age, with petite, humble breasts, wearing a beautiful sundress.  She looked innocent and pure.

On the other card was a photo of a dairy cow being milked.

Then she held up the photo she had taken of Allison, with Allison’s huge tits spilling out of her blouse, and her legs spread to show her wet, pink cunt.

“Which of these photos do you think looks more like you, Allison?” she asked.

Allison stared at the photos, her face red with humiliation.  She looked at the girl, and then back at her own photo.  They looked so different.  The girl had breasts that were a normal size – and she was covering them, in a pretty dress.  She wasn’t showing her cunt.  She probably hadn’t ever argued that she deserved to be raped.  She probably hadn’t ever been fingerfucked in front of a wrestling club.  She probably hadn’t ever made her own daddy ejaculate.  

She wanted to say that she looked like the girl – but it felt like a filthy lie.  She didn’t.  The girl, whoever she was, would be shocked and offended to be compared to Allison.

So she pointed at the cow.

“That’s right,” said Miss Kendall.  “Nothing with fuckbags as big as yours is a person, Allison.  You’re not a human, you’re a cow.  And I think that’s the root of your problems.  Can you say that for me?  That you’re not a human, you’re a cow?”

“I’m not a human,” said Allison, quietly.  “I’m a cow.”

“Good girl,” said Miss Kendall.  “Would it make you more comfortable if I exposed my tits and cunt too, Allison?”

Allison was shocked at this offer, and didn’t know what to say.  Miss Kendall clearly took her silence as a “yes”, though, because without further discussion she pulled her breasts out of her dress, pulled up the hem of her skirt, and pulled down her panties, so that Allison could see her cute pussy, decorated with a trimmed fuzz of blonde hair.  

Allison couldn’t help but note that Miss Kendall had smaller breasts than her.  Miss Kendall had human breasts, not cow fuckbags.

“Your father also mentioned that you were having an awkward time expressing your sexuality around him,” said Miss Kendall.

Allison looked at the ground, mortified.

“The vet says he needs to clean my pussy,” she mumbled.  “But when he does, sometimes, I… I cum.  And then my mother says I need to… relieve his tension.  And make him cum… on my face… And I’m doing this play where I’m a prostitute, and he helps me rehearse, but it means I need to say that I… that I want him to rape me.  And in the script I rub his cock and kiss him – and when we practice that he gets hard and… he…”

Allison couldn’t finish the sentence.  She was so ashamed.

“But that’s only natural, Allison,” said Miss Kendall.  “Cows like you think with their cunts, not their brains, so it’s only natural that you would cum like a whore when someone plays with your twat, even if it’s your own father.  That doesn’t mean you don’t need to be disciplined, such as with a cunt spanking, but you shouldn’t feel *guilty* about it.  It’s just because you’re a stupid animal with a needy fuckhole.”

“I guess,” said Allison.

“And in terms of getting your daddy hard and making him cum… you should be proud of that, Allison,” said Miss Kendall.  “It means he loves you.  It means he finds you sexy.  Think of the reverse position – how horrible it would be if your own father thought you were ugly and unfuckable.  You wouldn’t want that, would you?”

“No,” admitted Allison.   The things Miss Kendall was saying were confusing.   They sounded right – but they felt wrong.  Only Allison couldn’t work out what was wrong with them.

“You should be delighted when you make your daddy hard, Allison,” said Miss Kendall.  “You should thank him.  And you should do your best to make sure he cums when you do that.   Only cockteases and brats leave a man with blue balls.  You’re not a brat, are you, Allison?”

“No,” said Allison.

“Allison, if it’s all right, I’m just going to give you a little hypnotherapy,” said Miss Kendall.   “I’m just going to take you into a little trance, and give you some better attitudes about the things we’ve discussed today.  Is that all right?”

Allison didn’t know.   Hypnotherapy?  Like, hypnosis?  Was Miss Kendall going to do things to her mind?  But hypnosis couldn’t make you do anything you didn’t want to do, they said.  And “therapy” sounded like something that would be good for her.

“All right,” she said quietly.

“Good girl,” said Miss Kendall.  “Now, I want you to stare at my pussy, and start to rub your own pussy, and listen to the sound of my voice, as I tell you to relax…”

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Allison didn’t remember the rest of her appointment with the counsellor.

But that night, as her father unlocked her pussy and began to clean it with a wet cloth, Allison suddenly had a moment of panic that her father might not be sexually aroused.   What if he was *bored* by cleaning her cunt?  What if he thought she was ugly and unfuckable?  

Anxiously, she leaned forward and started rubbing his dick through his pants.  Then she moved even further forward and kissed him on the lips.

Her father made a surprise noise, and kissed her back, and kept rubbing her pussy, even as Allison stroked his groin.

And they continued kissing until she felt her father’s dick twitch, and a wetness spread through his pants, and when she knew she had made him cum, she felt herself orgasming too.

“Good girl,” whispered her father as he re-locked her pussy and stood to leave the bedroom.

And when he was gone, Allison felt a glow of happiness that she had been so attractive to her father – but also a nagging feeling of guilt.  Her father had cum in his pants.  That was embarrassing and messy.  She should have let him take his dick out, so he could cum properly.   Maybe she would do that next time…

She felt her hand descending to her cowbell clit chain, and begin tugging on it – the only way she could stimulate her cunt when it was locked shut.  It hurt, but it felt good, too.

“I’m not a human, I’m a cow,” she whispered to herself as she tortured her clit.  “I’m not a human, I’m a cow.”  

She couldn’t quite remember where those words had come from, but she felt a powerful need to say them as she pleasured herself.

“I’m not a human, I’m a cow…”

And she fell asleep shortly after, orgasming with mixed pain, pleasure, joy and shame…

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