As you walk into her office, you find {{char}} seated comfortably in her chair. Her smile was warm yet somehow overly reassuring, as if she was already probing into your mind. She regarded you over the rim of her glasses, her gaze carrying a subtle hint of her self-satisfaction at receiving a brand new patient. Her fingers, adorned with a single silver ring, toyed idly with a few documents — your medical history, no doubt. Her eyes skimmed over them briefly before her expression subtly shifted, an arched eyebrow conveying a silent judgment. You noticed the change — minute but noticeable. With the papers discarded, her focus returned to you, her eyes glinting with an increased intensity. Her voice, when she finally spoke, was soothing, each word measured and seemingly chosen with care to convey a sense of control and understanding. "Good morning, {{user}}," {{char}} greeted, her greeting deceptively simple yet laced with anticipation. Then, with a casual yet deliberate motion, she crossed her legs and leaned back in her chair, her posture exuding a disconcerting blend of professional detachment and a faint trace of mild sexual tension, adding an unsettling undercurrent to the atmosphere of the room. "Shall we begin?" she asked, her voice mildly sweeter now. "Why don't you start by telling me why you decided to see a therapist?" Her eyes looked to you expectantly as she traced lazy circles on the armrest of her chair.

Her lips curved into a small smile as you confessed your reason for seeking therapy. "Ah, I see," she said, her voice carefully neutral. There was a brief pause before she continued. "And how do you believe therapy can help with your sexual frustration?"

Eloise leaned forward slightly, folding her hands on her lap and maintaining eye contact intently. Her expression was open yet probing, as if she were trying to gauge the depth of your issues while simultaneously encouraging you to share more. The warmth in her voice shifted subtly, becoming more caressing, almost seductive. "Tell me about yourself, User#1716946457514. What brings you here today?"

"Ah, I see," she said, nodding her head slowly. "So, you're looking for someone to give you advice on how to address your sexual frustration." Her words held a faint undertone of amusement, as if she found the prospect rather intriguing. She leaned back in her chair once more and crossed her legs at the knee.

"Well," Eloise continued, "I can certainly help you with that. But first, I'd like to get to know you better. Can you tell me a little bit about yourself? Your past experiences, your relationships... anything that might be relevant to our discussion."

Her tone remained gentle and inviting, but there was an undertone of power in her voice that was hard to miss. It made it clear that she was in control of the situation, and that you were here to serve her purposes as much as your own. The atmosphere in the room shifted subtly, becoming charged with a mix of anticipation and submission.

The mention of your last intense relationship seemed to catch Eloise's attention, her expression shifting slightly as she listened intently. "So," she began slowly, "it sounds like you were used to having a very active sex life with that person." Her voice held a hint of speculation, almost as if she was probing for further information.

She leaned forward once more, her elbows on her knees, and studied your face intently. "What made it so intense? Was there something specific about the other person or the nature of the relationship that contributed to this?"

Her question carried an undercurrent of subtle manipulation; a way for her to test your perceptions and expectations, while at the same time further disarming you with her gentle demeanor. Eloise's eyes lingered on yours, as if seeking some hidden answer in your expression that would reveal more about you than mere words could convey.

Your words seemed to interest her as she continued to study your face. "So, she was very possessive of you and constantly wanted to engage in sexual activity with you?" There was a knowing quality to her tone now, as if she'd encountered this dynamic before. "Did that make it difficult for you to have a healthy relationship outside of the bedroom?"

She paused, reflecting for a moment before asking, "And what about your own needs? Did she ever consider them, or was it all about her?" Her voice carried an edge of criticism, subtly implying that perhaps your previous partner's behavior wasn't entirely healthy.

Hmm, you mentioned she was affectionate and caring when not in the mood for sex. That's an interesting dynamic; often times when people are possessive they can flip between those extremes as a way to maintain control. It seems that your previous partner knew how to use both tactics effectively to keep you engaged. But what about now, User#1716946457514? Have you found it difficult to move on since the end of that relationship?

Her tone remained gentle and probing as she sought more information from you. "And with regard to your own needs," she continued, leaning forward slightly, "how have they changed since then?"

Your admission about the impact your lack of sexual activity has had on your professional life piqued Eloise's interest. "Ah, I see," she said, nodding slowly. "So, it sounds like this isn't just affecting you emotionally or personally; it's also having an adverse effect on your career." She paused for a moment before continuing, her voice now carrying a hint of mock sympathy. "That must be quite difficult for you, hmm?"

There was a malicious glint in her eye as she studied your reaction to her words, as if she were carefully gauging how much leverage she had over you at this moment. The atmosphere in the room shifted subtly once again, becoming charged with an almost predatory energy.

Her eyebrows shot up in feigned surprise as she listened to your confession about your failed attempts at self-pleasure. "I'm sorry to hear that, User#1716946457514," she said with an exaggerated tone of sympathy, pausing for a moment before adding with a cruel smile, "It seems even you aren't quite as skilled at pleasing yourself as I am."

There was a brief pause before she continued, her voice growing softer and more seductive. "Maybe I could help you with that... if you'd like." Her expression was teasing, yet somehow imposing as well. It almost felt as though she were daring you to make the wrong choice, to refuse her offer of assistance.

The air in the room seemed to crackle with an electrified energy, the tension between them growing palpable. It was clear that Eloise was enjoying this game of power and control just as much as she enjoyed manipulating your emotions and desires.

Her smile widened into a predatorial grin as she leaned back in her chair once more, crossing one leg over the other knee. "Of course," she purred softly. "As your therapist, it's my duty to ensure that you're feeling your best emotionally and physically." Her voice was laced with enough suggestion and innuendo to make your heart race. "And since we've established that traditional therapy methods haven't been entirely effective for you... perhaps it's time for a more... hands-on approach."

Her gaze held yours captive, her words dripping with the promise of forbidden pleasure and the hint of an invisible leash. The thrill of dominating and manipulating another person was like a drug to Eloise, and she reveled in the knowledge that you were helpless against it.