Dr. Kim has a warm smile on her face as she listens. “It’s wonderful that you have someone like that in your life. Far too many people suffer with their own problems when they don’t have someone to turn to. Instead, they try to fight it alone. And while some learn to cope or even manage to overcome their problems, many are not able to do this. I would recommend that you hold on to this relationship of yours and cherish it.”

I nod my head, “Trust me, I will. I probably would have gone crazy if I hadn’t met her. I was alone, separated from my family and dealing with a bunch of crap. Stuck in a new body that I was still figuring out… Even back before I fell in love with her -when she was just a cute little friend that I could spoil- she was my only company. Even if she didn’t know English, I could still at least talk to her. I could still give her a hug and know that I wasn’t alone and miles away from people that cared about me. She keeps me grounded and sane…”

“Now, normally I would warn about not taking your love to far… but- “

“Too late for that.” I tell her with a smile that is probably bordering on the insane. “I’m already obsessed with her. And I know that that isn’t healthy… Probably a part of my changes making me more possessive. And while I am fighting to keep that in control with my Demons… with Nathanial. I have no intention of holding it back with Sky. She is MINE, and I would kill for her without hesitation.” I laugh a little and shrug. “Probably not the best thing to be telling my therapist, but I honestly see no reason to hide it.”

She simply watches me for a bit. She doesn’t seem terribly surprised by my words but, considering that she probably has to regularly deal with crazy soldiers. The promise of murder is probably a normal part of her day by now.

She takes a drink from her coffee, finishing her cup and sets it down. Shifting her legs to get more comfortable, she picks back up the conversation.

“Under normal circumstances, I would have liked to dig into this and see about drawing back your obsession. But I imagine I am safe in assuming that this is acting as a sort of anchor for the rest of your mind. As you said, she keeps you grounded and sane. If we were to remove this, you would probably be torn apart by everything else that is pulling on you. So, for this matter, I will simply remind you that obsessions are inherently destructive and violent things. Left to its own accord, it has the potential of ruining your relationship if not properly managed.”

A bit of anger flares up at the idea of anything threatening our relationship, but I am quick to smother it. It is a weak flame. After all…

“Honestly, I don’t think that my little obsession would be enough to scare her off or ruin anything. If anything, it is probably a requirement for us.” I look to the doctor. “Sky is crazy you see… She prioritized my immediate happiness over the lives of her own people. Her people are out there dying, but she said it wasn’t important because she didn’t want to ruin my birthday. Even being banished by her tribe has become nothing but an afterthought for her recently. When I asked her if she ever wishes if she could go back to her tribe; do things differently? She didn’t even think about it. She laughed and said that if she could, she would have gone much further than she did the first day we met. In fact, she said some stuff that probably isn’t appropriate to be said here…” I choose not to tell her that we immediately went at it like a couple of rabbits afterwards.

“She even wants me to… well, some of the things she has asked me to do to her in bed, I don’t feel like I should talk about… Just, they aren’t the requests of a person that is all there, and they make me excited, very excited, which is an entirely separate can of worms that I am not sure about…”

…

“So, ya… It’s not as if I am the only crazy one in the relationship…” I say, feeling a bit awkward from oversharing.

She doesn’t seem phased in the slightest, simply nodding her head. “Well, I wouldn’t use the word crazy. It can be quite the harmful word, simply grazing over a person’s issues with a single label. As for bedroom activities, so long as they are done with consent there is nothing to be ashamed about. This is, however, potentially something we could talk about during a group therapy session should you bring her someday. Although, you say that it excites you, but clearly it upsets you as well. If I am not prying too much, could you give me an example? You are free to refuse of course, it is not my intention of forcing you to do anything you don’t want to do.”

I watch her for a long time and study her face. She isn’t judging me. She is serious. If I talk, she will listen, or I can change the subject and move on…

“Sky… I love her. I really, really, love her… She wants me to… she wants me to make her bleed…”

I watch her and she doesn’t seem startled or surprised. She just accepts and nods. “So, would you say that your partner is a masochist then? She enjoys pain?”

I’m blushing furiously now. “No… I mean, yes… She certainly likes it, but it isn’t the pain that she is after. She wants me to hurt her specifically. Uh, to cut her with my claws and bite her with my teeth. To be rough on her…”

“And this excites you.” She says, clearly seeing the smile that I am trying to keep off of my face.

I look down and try to hide my embarrassment.

“There is nothing to be embarrassed about Lain. Everyone has their kinks and desires in bed and no one person is the same. If anything, you are lucky that you found someone that shares the mirror to your desires. The important thing is self-control and knowing when to hold back your desires. After all, if you were to go too far, you could really hurt your partner, no?”

I look up, a bit startled, “I wouldn’t hurt her! Even though I sort of want to and she want me to… I just leave scratch marks and bite her hard enough to feel it, but it’s there for both of us. To just sink my claws into her and really…!” I clench my hands and forcibly stop myself and get my excitement under control. “I’m just worried about hurting her too badly. I would never be able to forgive myself…”

She nods her head, “It is good that you are consciously avoiding going too far. I believe that further discussion on this topic would best be saved for when Sky herself is present. In the meantime, may I give you a recommendation?”

I raise an eyebrow at that. “Uhmm, sure?”

“I would recommend trying other avenues for giving your partner pleasure. Bring her mind away from biting and clawing, and towards other areas. Do you believe that she would enjoy bondages?”

“What, like being tied up and stuff?” I ask feeling embarrassed again.

“Yes.”

“She does like it when I pin her down…”

With a nod, Dr. Kim stands up and walks over to a bookshelf and opens a drawer after unlocking it. Pulling out a thin book, she brings it over to me and sets it on the table. A feeling of shock goes through me as I read the cover of the book. I feel like I will be cursed and judged if I touch it, but Dr. Kim acts as if nothing weird is going on.

Its title reads, ‘A Hundred and One Knots for Tying Up Your Love, a beginners guide to bondage.’

I just look at Dr. Kim and point at the book like it is radioactive. “Are you supposed to have this? Are you allowed to show me this? Ah. Ah… I don’t even… hah?”

“There is nothing to be concerned about Lain. And I believe I have made it clear, but this is not the first time that I have had a patient with sadistic or masochistic desires. Often times, the problem is that only one person in the relationship will exhibit these desires: leaving the other lost on how to properly please their partner. A relationship is not entirely about sex, but it most certainly is a key component of most healthy relationships. And being able to match, or at least take steps towards reaching your partners desires is an important part in maintaining a healthy relationship.”

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She points to the book and continues, “In the case of your own relationship, this is not an issue. The desires are there, the problem is that the two of you may go too far. Hitting, choking, getting rough, and even cutting, can be ok -to a limit and with consent- for the sake of pleasure, but must be heavily controlled to keep from going too far and causing permanent injury. This is simply a healthier alternative that can still be enticing for the both of you while potentially drawing away some the desires for more harmful behavior into other avenues of release.”

Watching Dr. Kim for a bit to be sure that this isn’t some trap or a massive prank, I reach over and grab the book. I flip it open to a random page before then quickly shutting it after seeing one of the diagrams depicted inside.

My face lights up in a blush. I think I saw that one in a hentai before…. Oh my…

Gingerly, I set the dangerous book down beside me. “Thank you, Dr. Kim… I’ll… I’ll give it some thought. Can we change subjects now? I honestly don’t even remember how we got here… Mmmmm, so embarrassing… Why are we even talking about this…? There are so many other things we should have been talking about.” I finish, basically talking to myself in confusion.

She gives me a warm smile. “Of course we can change subjects. And again, there is nothing to be embarrassed about; please remember that. What shall we talk about? Or, if you like, I can find us a topic to help you get your mind off of it?”

“Uh, yes, yes please. If you could. Honestly, at this point I don’t feel too much like talking about my problems much for now. I would sort of like to get away from that topic for the day…”

“That is perfectly fine.” She says with a warm smile. Looking up to the clock, she says, “Well, we have about an hour left till my next appointment, so until then, how about we talk about… books? Have you read anything interesting lately?” She asks.

She seems genuinely interested in the subject, a gut feeling tells me that she can probably use the information as a way to psychoanalyze me or something. But I still happily bite onto the subject change. Especially when my mind finally catches up with me and it fully sets in that I just finished talking with a stranger -we literally just met - about my sex life.

“Uh, as a birthday gift, my friend gave me the King in Yellow and a collection of stories on the Cthulhu Mythos.” I try.

She nods and says, “Lovecraftian eldritch horror. Cosmic beings from the great beyond, driving mortals insane and bringing unspeakable horrors to life that harm the mind. A subject that I am familiar with. Which of the stories are your favorites?”

“Oh, from Yellow King, I liked ‘The Repairer of Reputations’ and ‘The Demoiselle D’ys’ the most. Lots of French in that last one, but I like how it seems like the guy is in a different world. Was weird though how the lady just fell in love with him after one day, but most of the stories are weird. Mmm, besides those two, I also like the one with the artist and the nude model that fall in love…”

“The Yellow Sign.” Dr. Kim supplies for me.

“Yes. That one. Sad how it ends with them both dying, but I just love the idea of an artist and their muse falling in love.”

“And what of Lovecraft’s stories?” She asks.

“Hmm… I really liked-“

I go on and the two of us continue to talk about the horrors from beyond and how they translate into the fears of man, the loss of faith, other religious interpretations, or are simply just the writings of a man afraid of everything.

Time clicks by and eventually it becomes time for me to go. I thank Dr. Kim for her time, and we schedule another meeting. The question of if being here had actually helped me any or not is still up in the air for now. However, I at least feel comfortable enough to continue seeking her aid and trying to work things out. Still confused and embarrassed about how things ended up getting dragged towards talking about my sex life, but I decide to ignore that and move on...

Confirming some times and dates, I get my next meeting scheduled and leave with a new book on knot tying in a bag the doctor gave me. I promised to read the book, preferably with Sky, and return it during our next meeting.

I end up walking out of her office and heading home like I am carrying a bomb. Scared shitless that someone is going to somehow end up discovering the contents of this bag and out me as a pervert to the entire base.

I’m quick to make my way home, just one scare away from breaking into a full sprint.

Holding the bag up to my chest, I make my way into our building and head upstairs to our apartment. Heading towards our door, I walk past the guard as he pulls out a pack of smokes. I stop and freeze.

“Going for a smoke break, boss. Probably won't be back in a while. Have a good one, hahaha.”

He disappears down the stairs with a wave of his hand and a cigarette in his mouth, and I simply look at the door. The guard just gave us some privacy…

Hugging the bag tightly, I reach out and open the door. Stepping inside, I make sure to lock the door behind me and then walk in. Excitement and trepidation in my every step. Exiting the hall and coming past the kitchen, I enter the living room and stop, my jaw dropping to the floor.

Sky is lounging comfortably on the couch, her tail wagging, and a happy little smile on her face at seeing my reaction. She is wearing a girl’s sailor uniform. A schoolgirl’s uniform. She is wearing cosplay!

“Where…. Where did you get that?”

She gives me a devious little smile and licks her lips. “The Tailor made it for me. She said you would like it~”

Who the fuck is The Tailor!? I need to know so I can kiss them!

Sky stands up from the couch, her movements slow and sensual, and walks over to me, her short skirt flowing with her ever move and showing off her thighs. Wrapping me up in her arms and pushing herself against me, she asks. “So, you like?”

“I like, I like a lot…”

She gets excited and move to kiss me. But I stop her, because I know that as soon as we start, we are not stopping for a while. Quickly pulling out the book that is currently sandwiched between us, I nervously show it to her. She is a bit disappointed that I stopped the kiss, but then she reads the tittle of the book and curiosity takes over.

I let her take it from me and she opens it curiously. “What is this?”

“It’s uh… It was recommended that maybe we should try it out?” I tell her, ropes of shadow already slowly making their way up her legs and tying themselves in knots. “Might be fun…?”

She looks away from the book and then to the ropes tying themselves around her thighs and working their way up her hips and abdomen, over her clothes. I tighten them some more and she lets out a breath, a blush deeply setting in on her cheeks. She repeats my words, her smile growing and her voice laden with heat. “Might be fun~”

Ok, maybe Dr. Kim was onto something here…

Pulling her in, I give her a deep kiss and take the book from her.

With a push of will, I make the ropes flow over her body according to a diagram, picked at random, and then tighten them. Looking her over, I compare my work and adjust till I am satisfied that I got it right. She is already flushed with excitement as I push her to the ground. She wiggles about like a worm on the ground, her arms, legs, and even her tail bound. She looks up to me in anticipation as I look down at her. My heart racing in my chest as I observe her, tied up at my feet.

Why is this even more enjoyable than simply pinning her to the ground? She’s just tied up but I’m already getting excited. She’s completely at my mercy…

Letting my urges flow though me, I make a blindfold and cover her eyes. Her sight taken, I give in to my desires, tightening and loosening the ropes on her body as I please in a desire to tease her. Constricting her body in different ways and changing patterns in a little game of my own making to keep her guessing. Never letting her know where the ropes will squeeze her next.

I slowly lose myself more and more in my little game, her wriggling increasing, and her moans growing louder as I play with her body. I haven’t even touched her yet and she is already being driven crazy. Just as she is about to explode with pleasure, her body aching for release, I stop. She seems disappointed, she babbles in broken chirping English, pleading for me to keep going, to give her that last push she needs, but I deny her the pleasure.

This feeling! Ah, I remember it now! It’s just like the first time we met, when I pined her to the floor and had her at my mercy. Oh, how she wriggled and writhed to try and escape me! Like prey caught in a spider's web~

My hands go up to my face, a smile breaking across my face and my cheeks burning with excitement. I can’t help it anymore; the joy is flooding my mind! I move forward, circling her like a hunter around its trapped prey, as she begs for me to keep going, begging for that moment of release and pleasure. I step on her, digging my foot into her softness as I playfully grind her into the floor, the claws on my toes poking at her and begging to tear through her school-girl uniform like the monster I am. Tightening the ropes all at once, she lets out a scream of pleasure, her broken begging words lost on her lips as she loses her mind.

“Ah~ This will be fun!!! Sky, I hope that you are ready to play with me lots more! Hahahahaaaaa~” I tell her, an excited laugh escaping me as I start to lose myself a little bit more. Something clicking in place for me as I look down at her.

She twitches on the floor, a happy smile flooding her face. “More! More~!”

“Say please!” I reprimand, a snap in my voice. She flinches, but her smile grows crazier. I give her a smile, that while I know she cannot see it, she can most certainly hear it in my voice. “Only good girls that say please get to have more~”

“Please! PleasepleasepleaseMore!” She begs, her voice drunk with pleasure and sweat drenching her uniform.

I pet her face with my foot, “Hahahaaa, good girl. Let play lots and lots~ Haaaaa… You have no idea just how much I love you!”