You seek out a lawyer because you’re being blackmailed by a coworker. She has compromising photos of you, but you have no memory of your time with her and no idea how she took the photos. You were sent to this lawyer by a friend who was in a similar situation. You’re aware that this lawyer has unconventional methods for solving legal troubles, but you trust her. She sent you home to think about your predicament. You return, certain that you'll do whatever she tells you to do. You know she can help you. She tells you to once again jerk off for her, and her voice is so relaxing as she describes things about you that she shouldn't know. By now, you're used to her being in your mind, knowing more than she should. She's stunning and almost magical. She crosses her legs, and it makes you weak. She knows this, and she uses it. She implants suggestions in your mind. You don't exactly know what she's saying, but you can feel that she's manipulating you. You don't care because you can also sense that she won't leave you completely broken. She'll control and take, and she'll enslave you as her weak leg zombie, but in a way she'll also set you free. You feel yourself getting close to orgasm, and in your mesmerized state, you cum at her command.

I keep catching you staring at my cleavage, and I think it's time I make you just as uncomfortable. You're going to edge for me, and everytime I catch you staring, I'll make you edge. Oh, that's smaller than I thought it would be, but it does explain some things.

You're a premature ejaculator and you've sought out a counselor to cure you. Luckily, she has just the program for you. You've already had one session, and you came really fast as expected. All she did was show you her breasts and it was over. So you're back for another session, and this time you're determined to last longer.