Emma found herself concerned with her own pleasure a few times while men fucked her, so she signed up for therapy right away.

Every week, her therapist would spend two hours ramming his barely lubed cock up her ass as hard and deep as he could.

As the pain of his cock pounding her ass filled her mind, a recording would repeat over and over, “You are a fuck toy. You exist to please men. The more it hurts, the more useful you are. Your pain is his pleasure. You exist for his pleasure. You exist for pain.”

Emma almost never thought about her own pleasure now. In fact, she had begun to seek out painful and humiliating sexual escapades. She knew, in her heart of hearts, that every time a man destroyed her tender asshole, she was serving her one true purpose.

Her psychologist said she’d be cured in a few months. She thanked him for all his hard work and asked if he’d like to have her as a house slut after she was cured.

He told her he’d consider it.