Kate shouldn’t have been a bitch to her psychologist in her first session. He only asked, “So, what help does a pretty girl like you need?”, and she tore his face off. “Girl”, she said, was infantilising. She wasn’t a girl, she was a woman.
And so he decided she’d forfeited her right to an ethical treatment. He told her that clearly she didn’t want to see him more often than she needed, so he proposed a shortcut to years of long sessions – hypnotherapy. He would put her into a trance, and fix all her problems. Fuming, she agreed.
She was no longer fuming at the end of her first session. In fact, she agreed she would need to come back for more sessions and more hypnotherapy. In particular, she had just noticed that her oral fixation had returned – something she thought she’d overcome years ago. She had the vexing urge to put her fingers in her mouth and suck on them.
At their second session, he explored her childhood. She agreed, under trance, that she had been happier when she was younger, and he encouraged her to dress as she had when she was a girl – shorter skirts, hair in pigtails. He had placed a bowl of lollipops on his table, and he watched in satisfaction as she took one unbidden and sucked on it throughout the session.
When she turned up to her third session, she certainly looked more like a girl than a woman. Her professional dress was gone, replaced by a short skirt and tube-top ensemble, with pigtails on top. When he entered his waiting room to call her into the session, he was pleased to find her kneeling by the short children’s table, enthusiastically applying crayon to a colouring book.
He led her into his office. By the bowl of lollipops today, there was a baby’s bottle filled with white liquid. Her eyes went to it immediately. “Just letting you know,” he said, pointing to the bottle, “this was for another patient who cancelled their appointment today. They have some severe sexual problems. The bottle is filled with a mixture of human breast milk and men’s semen.” Kate wrinkled her nose, but did not look away from the bottle.
In this session they established that Kate had happy memories of running around as a child half-dressed in summer-time. He gave her permission to be naked when she wanted to be, and helped her out of her shirt and bra, baring her pretty tits. She giggled happily, a not at all womanly sound, but rather the laughter of a silly child. Her eyes were still glued to the baby bottle, so he offered it to her, and watched as she eagerly suckled on the breast-milk-and-cum mixture. She walked out of his office at the end of the session still topless, with a box of more bottles of the mixture to suckle on at home.
In their final session, he gave her permission to crawl, and she did, wearing nothing but her panties. Her eyes looked everywhere for her baby bottle, but there was none to be seen. Instead he opened his pants and extracted his cock, and watched as she crawled over to him, took his penis in her mouth, and suckled happily.
At the end, once she had swallowed his cum, he looked down at her and said, “Good girl.”
She beamed in delight, looked up at him with big eyes eager for approval, and said, “Thank you, daddy…”
===
Did you know you can also buy my e-books on Smashwords? (Click here to see my catalogue on Smashwords!)
===
This feels a little too Epstienian
Not sure what to say. “Infantilisation” is a kink involving treating an adult as a child for the purposes of erotic humiliation. It’s necessary for the kink to work that they are, in fact, an adult, and the erotic satisfaction comes from the tension between the reality and the play, and the reaction of the participants to it. It’s not related in any way to actually being attracted to children, and certainly for my own part if this kind of play starts to feel like an actual child is involved it’s an immediate red line for me that brings the scene to an end.
My stories will never involve children, or characters who genuinely feel insufficiently mature to be an adult regardless of their age. Putting aside the legalities – which is a significant consideration – it’s just not something I want anywhere near my erotica personally.
To be fair, the lack of consent or awareness from the person undergoing the infantilization does make it appear as if the other person is truly intending to make them like a child, aside from the implication that they want to do it to an actual child.
This doesn’t seem much different than a lot of his other work. Women being infantilized is a common part of misogyny and so of course will come up in kink literature with those themes. The kinks aren’t the politics. Most of the stories by this author involve a lack of consent. I’m curious what about this one specifically bothers you?
I appreciate the support, but I’m going to note for a range of reasons I don’t want a debate (or polite discussion) on this particular topic in the comments, and I will probably need to delete comments, no matter how reasonable, if it goes further.
I don’t want my site turning up in Google for certain words, and I don’t have the ability to play moderator in real-time for sensitive topics. Thanks for the interest though!