Another Session Down The Drain

You know, sometimes I feel like an overly mature person with immature tendencies. This evening was one of those times. Wearing nothing but a towel after my shower, I found myself downstairs where she, a patient turned submissive, was waiting for me in just her lingerie. There’s something oddly comforting about being the authority figure when you usually deal with such seriousness every day. Anyway, we ended up engaging in our little role-play thing, and let's just say it was as enlightening as a root canal but way more fun. Afterward, I found myself thinking: why do grown-ups insist on these silly games? Then again, if they weren’t there, who knows what kind of stress-related illnesses I’d be treating instead.