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Chapter 1. At the psychologist’s.
Tree Hugger, the therapist with long, reddish-orange hair and a serene presence, sat across from us with a blue pen delicately held between her teeth. Her gentle eyes scanned our faces before settling on Twilight.
“So, why don’t we start by talking about what brings you two here to me today?” Her eyes moved between Twilight and me as she started.
Twilight’s cheeks turned slightly red. “Well, Anon has… some fetishes that make me feel uncomfortable,” she said with a slightly wavering voice. “For instance, he likes, um, licking… certain places of my body that I find really gross and inappropriate. I mean my pussy,… my ass…”
Tree Hugger nodded slowly. “Okay, I see. And how does that make you feel, Anon?” She asked with a soft smile, his eyes twinkling with curiosity.
I tried to find the right words to answer. “I… I’ve always been attracted to those places of the female body. This is what turns me on so much… I think it’s natural for men.”
Tree Hugger nodded thoughtfully. “Twilight, how does it make you feel when Anon expresses these desires?”
Twilight fidgeted slightly, her eyes avoiding mine. “It makes me feel… awkward. I love Anon, but I just can’t get used to the fetishes he asks for.”
Twilight looked at me, her eyes pleading. “I just want you to be more…normal. More dominant… Please.”
Twilight turned to Tree Hugger. Her irritation was evident on her face. “I want him to stop asking for these stupid fetishes. It’s just too much for me. Please, Tree Hugger, help me convince him to stop!”
Tree Hugger, ever calm, suddenly asked. “Twilight, can I ask you something? Do you believe in God?”
Twilight’s brow furrowed, clearly not expecting the turn in the conversation.
“Yes, I believe in the Goddess Luna. She’s the princess of the night, the guardian of dreams, deity of creativity and my inspiration.” Twilight said with enthusiasm.
“Luna isn’t just the goddess of the night; she’s known for indulging in some… pervert behaviors with her followers.”
Twilight looked surprised, her brow furrowing further. “I’ve heard some things, but I never really paid attention to them,” she admitted. “I always saw Luna as a powerful deity. I’ve admired her for her wisdom and creativity, not for… things like that.”
Tree Hugger continued, “Luna, as a deity of creativity, embraces the entire spectrum of desires and fantasies. She’s known for indulging in the wishes of her followers. She visits them in their dreams, often having sexual relations with them. She even has the ability to sense their hidden fantasies, fulfilling them in ways they might never dare to imagine in the waking world.”
Twilight shifted uncomfortably, memories flickering in her eyes. “I… I think I know what you mean,” she admitted hesitantly. “There was one dream… Luna appeared, and she… she made me her slave.”
Tree Hugger nodded encouragingly. “Go on, Twilight. It’s important to explore these feelings.”
Twilight’s cheeks flushed as she continued, her voice barely above a whisper. “She forced me to lick her smelly feet. They were dirty, and I felt humiliated… but I couldn’t resist my goddess. And I remember… I liked it.”
“In the waking world, Luna is known for her voracious sexual appetite. She has a reputation for being quite the… pervert,” Tree Hugger added.
I leaned in, fascinated by the revelation. “So, Twilight, maybe it’s not so strange that I have my wishes. Even the goddess you believe in indulges in similar things.”
Twilight’s eyes met mine. “I never thought of it that way. Luna’s always been this distant, powerful figure…Maybe…”
Twilight hesitated. She considered Tree Hugger’s words. The weight of the conversation hung in the air. After a moment, she gave a small nod. Her eyes reflected uncertainty and curiosity. “Maybe you’re right. I need to understand your desires better. I’ll try to be more open-minded like Luna.”
Tree Hugger’s lips curled into a soft smile. It was another of her quiet triumphs as a psychologist. “That’s a good start, Twilight. You know, relationships are about balance. You could ask Anon to fulfill your wishes in exchange for his. It’s all about give and take, mutual satisfaction.”
Twilight’s eyes showed a flicker of uncertainty. “I suppose you’re right,” she admitted, glancing at me.
“But… I don’t have any fetishes,” Twilight added quickly, almost apologetically.
Tree Hugger chuckled softly. “It doesn’t have to be a fetish, Twilight. You can ask for anything that makes you feel happy, loved, or wanted.”
Twilight bit her lip, considering these options. “I will think about it, but I still don’t want to do anything that makes me feel wrong.”
I smiled, feeling relief and happiness wash over me. The session with Tree Hugger had been more productive than I’d hoped. Twilight’s willingness to consider my desires, even a little, felt like a significant step forward.
We walked back into our apartment. There was a silence between us. Twilight seems quieter than usual, clearly still processing everything we had discussed. I wondered if she was now ready to explore my desires.
The next evening, after dinner, Twilight was sitting on the couch. Her nose was buried in her book. I made up my mind and sat beside her, placing my hand on her soft leg.
“Twi,” I began, my voice shaking a little, “can we talk for a minute?”
She looked up from her book. Her eyes were showing a hint of nervousness. “Sure, Anon.”
I swallowed hard. “I’d like to ask you. Would you like to try something new with me?”
Twilight signed, setting her book aside. “Oh, not this again… What is it this time?” She looked up at me with a nervous expression.
I took a deep breath. “I want to lick your dirty anus after you’ve pooped.” I finally blurted out.
Twilight’s eyes widened in shock, and she recoiled with disgust. “Anon!… That’s absolutely disgusting!… I can’t believe you’d even ask me that… You really are an idiot sometimes! You know that?!”
A wave of shame and regret washed over me. “I’m sorry, Twi. I never meant to upset you.”
She looked at me. “Anon, I love you, but this is too much for me. I can’t understand why you ask something like that!” Her discomfort clearly written on her face.
I felt the sting of her words cut deep. “I… I know it’s hard to understand, but the possibility of being humiliated by you like that… it really turns me on, Twi,” I explained quietly, trying to make her understand. “It’s a deep, intense fantasy I can’t shake off.”
Twilight sighed. The conflict was evident in her expression. “Anon, it’s difficult for me to even think about this. But, I remember what Tree Hugger said about embracing each other’s desires.”
Twilight tried to reconcile her feelings with my request. I took a moment to gather my thoughts before speaking.
“If I’m left my feelings like this… you know.. unsatisfied… I’m worried.” I said, letting the concern seep into my voice. “What if Goddess Luna visits me in my dreams? And she definitely will read my unsatisfied desires. What if she “forces” me to… to lick HER unwiped anus?” I let the fear in my voice be heard, hoping it would persuade Twilight.
Twilight’s face paled, clearly unsettled by my mention of Luna. “You think Luna would do that?” She asked, her voice tinged with a hint of fear.
The image of Luna, her inspiration, also being a symbol of unrestrained desires, unnerved her. A pang of jealousy stirred within her, surprising her as she realized she was feeling threatened by her own goddess, who might fulfill the desires with Anon she hesitated to even consider. She shifted uncomfortably on the couch, grappling with these new and conflicting emotions.
“I… I don’t want you to be in a dream with my Goddess Luna, Anon” she thought inwardly.
“I think she might,” I replied earnestly. “You know, Luna can sense unsatisfied desires.”
Twilight took in my words, the weight of the situation sinking in. She paused, fingers absently tracing the edge of her book. Finally, she spoke, “Anon, I want a boyfriend who’s more dominant, not submissive. That’s what I need. But your desire to be humiliated… it goes against that. What about my feelings?”
Twilight’s words lingered in the air, creating a palpable tension between us. The only sound was the faint noise of the evening outside our window, emphasizing the heavy silence.
I finally broke the quiet, trying to find a compromise. “Twi, maybe you can ask me for something else in return, anything you want.”
She looked into my eyes, searching for sincerity. Biting her lip, she seemed to ponder my offer. “Anything?…” she asked, a hint of curiosity finally breaking through her initial disgust.
“Yes, anything,” I affirmed, hoping to guide her towards compromise.
Twilight seemed to be wrestling with her discomfort and her desire to be open-minded. Her fingers tapping rhythmically on the cover of her book. After a moment, she sighed. “Anon, I was thinking about being open-minded,” she started. “But I have one condition.”
My heart raced with excitement, feeling like I had won a very big victory. “Anything, Twi. What is it?”
She gave me a small, tentative smile. “I’m tired of washing dirty dishes every night. If you take over that chore permanently instead of me, I’ll… I’ll consider fulfilling your… stupid desires.”
I hadn’t expected such a straightforward request, but the thought of Twilight becoming more dominant and lazier, even if it meant extra chores for me, was too enticing to resist.
Her use of the word “stupid” stung, but I nodded willingly, recognizing the gravity of the trade-off she was proposing. “It’s a deal, Twi. I’ll handle the dishes from now on. No more dishwashing for you.”
She sighed, a hint of relief softening her expression, though her eyes still showed a flicker of doubt. “Yes, but you need to understand, Anon. I’m doing this because I love you very much!”
I reached out and took her hand, feeling warmth spread through me. “Thank you, Twi.”
She gave me a small, hesitant smile. “You’re welcome, I suppose.”
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