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Perspective: Dr. Priya Varma
By this point, Priya was hitting her stride as the police department’s top psychologist. In her late 30’s she was entrusted with the mental health of everyone from rookie cops to veteran detectives.
Most of her methods were textbook procedure, however, her curious mind led her to pursue treatments that could be characterized as unorthodox and holistic.
You can read her first sex experiment here:
Nympho Studies with Mom
The foray into the world of incest was a revelation. It taught Priya that she could do anything, that the world of psychology was limitless. That sex and mental health were often intertwined.
Female detectives were her favorite. Mom/son couplings were even better. Combined, it was the best of both worlds. A female detective fucking her own son. The very thought would sweep Priya’s breath away, every single time.
Now there was a chance to delve deeper. She’d been assigned to handle a female detective who was recently suspended for two reasons:
1. Excessive use of force while making an arrest.
2. Signs of depression as reported by colleagues.
Priya was naked after a shower, and after drying herself with a towel, she laid on the bed with a folder in hand. The keys to the detective’s re-instatement was dependent on mandatory psychological evaluations.
Personnel File
Name: Carolyn Bennett
Age: 46
Gender: Female
Rank: Detective
Unit: Burglary/Robbery
Experience: 22 years (15 year police officer — 7 year detective)
The rest of the report contained mental impressions made of the detective over the years, performance evaluations, and any complaints filed against her.
Closing her eyes, Priya tossed the file down and laid deeper into the bed, feeling the room’s air on her freshly dried skin, thinking of how to approach the situation. This was like meditation for her. Total concentration with the task at hand. She reached between her legs and touched herself.
Their first meeting happened two days later at approximately 9:30 in the morning. As expected, it was a mostly icy affair as most law enforcement agents view these evaluations as a waste of time. A large part of Priya’s job, however, was to convince them otherwise.
When the first meeting ended, Priya refused to reinstate the detective back to active duty, leaving the detective highly annoyed that this would continue. Nonetheless, the detective’s mental health was of the utmost importance.
Priya wrote a custom plan in her office after giving much thought.
Notes
SUBJECTIVE: Detective Carolyn Bennett, although dismissive of these sessions, has made a small breakthrough with her bout of depression. At the end of the first session she admitted to having suicidal thoughts in her teenage years.
She has also admitted to feeling “burnt out” and occasionally “overstressed” in recent months. The city has experienced an increase in crime this past year and budget cuts have placed a greater burden on law enforcement officers.
OBJECTIVE: Tell-tale signs of depression are visible if carefully examined. I notice that she forces herself to make a ‘happy face’ where she smiles but her eyes are unchanged. Colleagues have noted that she eats less and she’s become visibly thinner. She brushes off any question/comment about her own happiness and tries to change the subject.
ASSESSMENT: One of the things Det. Bennett mentions (however reluctantly) is her divorce. She’s been single for the last 4 years and remains in constant communication with her ex-husband; they have a 20 year old son who alternates living with both parents.
It appears Det. Bennett views this as a failure in her life. She tepidly acknowledges the regrets she has for exposing her son to a divorce. She refuses to discuss this in any detail, which leads me to believe that this is a deeply rooted issue for her.
PLAN: I want to continue meeting with Det. Bennett for at least 5 more sessions, which she has already been informed of. She must prove to me that she can commit to an actionable plan that can provide her with the treatment she needs.
Action: …..
Excluded from the assessment report was that Priya already had a detailed action plan in mind. One that she wouldn’t even save on her office computer. It was only between her and the detective — no one else.
She typed a new Action Plan, folded it, and placed it inside of an envelope which she taped closed. Pressing her brown lips against the white envelope, she gave it a kiss. This had all the potential to be her masterpiece. She placed the envelope on her desk, beside a family picture.
Their next meeting was 10 a.m the following day. Priya kept the envelope on her lap while they sat across from each other in the office.
“I want to begin the process of getting you reinstated,” Priya said. “It should be resolved within two weeks, depending on how fast things move.”
“That sounds reasonable. Let’s do it.”
She reached over and illegal bahis handed the envelope to the detective.
“Give that to your son. Then give him privacy. I want your son to fill it out and sign it.”
Detective Bennett gave a hard squint. “My son?”
“That’s right, your son.”
“You’re telling me that my ability to resume my job is dependent on the approval of my son?”
Priya was unmoved. “Yes, do you have a problem with that?”
“Actually, I do. My son is a college student, he has nothing to do with this, and it feels inappropriate to give…”
“If you have a problem,” Priya said, cutting off the detective. “Then you can talk to the Chief of Police or the Commissioner, who have vested in me the full authority over your suspension.”
Pulling rank always does the trick and the detective’s attitude shifted.
“Okay, fine, you win,” the detective said in a huff. “I’ll get this little permission slip signed and we’ll be done?”
“We would be on the right track. To clarify, you are not allowed to view the content on the envelope. And you are not allowed to discuss with your son anything about the letter, either.”
Detective Bennett held the letter up. “What exactly am I supposed to say?”
“That he should review the content and answer as honestly as possible. When he signs it, come back, and we’ll proceed with the rest of our sessions.”
“How does this feel, Dr. Varma? Enjoying yourself? You seem to take pleasure in belittling me.”
“The pleasure comes later,” Priya replied, upping the sarcasm while offering a hint of truth.
Detective Bennett laughed and shook her head. “We’ll see. I don’t want to argue. I’ll have my son do this tonight. When can we meet again? I hate suspension.”
“How about tomorrow, same time?”
“As it turns out, my schedule is wide open. See you then.”
The still-annoyed detective got up and left, while Priya remained seated, watching those legs move, admiring that beauty.
A lot was on the line. Priya knew that if the letter was shown to the police department heads, she’d lose her job, and if it were shown to the medical board, then she’d lose her license. But she trusted her instincts and knew that cops generally don’t snitch.
10 a.m. the next morning, Priya made a point to dress prettier for the appointment — office skirt with a silk blouse — and she put on a little more makeup than usual. She also had a second cup of coffee for more alertness. It was a big day and she needed to act like it.
The detective sat in front of her again, same seat, same casualness, same annoyance that this was still happening.
Priya was given back the letter, which already had the tape removed.
“There it is,” Detective Bennett said. “I showed it to my son yesterday, told him what it was, and left him alone.”
“How long did he take to fill it out?”
“I don’t know. Maybe 15 minutes.”
“That sounds reasonable. Now let’s have a look.”
Priya opened the letter casually, a burning desire deep within, eager to see how this plan would unfold and how a son would answer the questions.
To her delight, every question on the form was answered in earnest.
—
Note: This document is protected by doctor-patient privilege and will remain confidential.
To: Warren Bennett
From: Dr. Varma
Hello,
We’ve never met, but I’m Dr. Varma and I’m the specialist in charge of treating your mother. A sad reality is that many in the law enforcement community suffer from mental health related issues, which often stems from the important work that they do.
Your mother likely suffers from depression. You may be aware of the symptoms she is exhibiting.
My job (and my passion) is to assist with the recovery process, and with your help, we can make great strides in bringing her to a better place. Although the questions below may seem bizarre, you’ll have to trust me, my experience, and my professional judgment.
Again, everything in this letter is privileged information and will remain between you, me, and your mother.
Thank you,
Dr. Varma
Scale:
0 = Nonexistent
10 = The absolute most
Ratings: Please answer these questions to the best of your ability, whether it be guesses or rough approximations.
How would you rate your [own] sex drive: 8
How would you rate your mother’s sex drive (guess): 3
Your mother’s natural beauty: 8
The sexiness your mother dresses around the house: 5
The sexiness your mother dresses at work: 5
Your mother’s current mood: 4
Your mother’s efforts towards finding a romantic partner: 4
What are the chances your mother would have sex with you: 0
Does sex have a factor in someone’s mood? [y/n] yes
Would your mother be better if she had regular sex? [y/n] yes
Should she have a regular sex partner? [y/n] yes
If offered, would [you] be mother’s sex partner? [y/n] yes????
—
Below the letter, casino siteleri as requested, was Warren’s email and phone number, along with a proper signature.
After getting the answers she wanted, Priya shifted her attention back to the detective, who seemed bored and genuinely oblivious to the letter’s content.
“Would you like to read your son’s answers?” Priya asked.
“Sure, why not? I’m assuming it’s important if you’re showing it to me.”
“I would say it’s very important.”
Priya handed the letter to the detective, who glanced at the page, not expecting much out of it. But when Detective Bennett’s eyes narrowed and held the page closer, it became clear this was anything but normal.
“Is this some sort of joke?” Detective Bennett asked incredulously, letter in hand. “Did the department put you up to this?”
Priya remained stoic. “No, it’s not a joke.”
“Then what is it?”
“Detective Bennett, what I’m proposing is a unique solution to your current mental state. I think of it as cum therapy.”
“Cum therapy?”
“The concept of having regular orgasms — and giving orgasms in exchange — to heal the body and mind. It’s an unorthodox approach and something that should stay between us. If you follow this program, then I would gladly lift your suspension and you’ll be back to work.”
The detective cracked a smile. “I’ve got to hand it to you, Dr. Vamra, you do have a great sense of humor. So who put you up to this? Who are the pranksters that I need to slap across the face for bringing my son into this?”
“I assure you, it’s not a joke,” Priya said with a straight face.
“Of course it is,” Detective Bennett replied, holding up the letter. “You had me show this letter to my son with all sorts of intrusive sexual questions. I could report you if this was real.”
“Do you want me to prove I’m serious?”
“Now would be the time.”
As they sat across from each other, Priya spread her legs and hiked her office skirt so that her brown thighs showed. When she spread a little more, her curly black pubic hairs were visible. She reached down and spread her labia, giving the detective a clear view of her pink pussy, which had just turned wet.
“Thoughts?” Priya asked.
She watched the detective’s eyes go up and down, from her pussy back to her face. Holding the pose, she allowed her pussy to remain exposed as she felt it was best for the remainder of this session.
“I have to give you credit,” the detective said. “You have some serious balls on you. I respect that.”
Priya tapped her clitoris. “Do these look like balls to you?”
“You know what I meant. Now let’s be dead serious about this; you want my son to fuck me? That’s what you’re suggesting, right? I’m asking because I want to know how crazy you are.”
The detective’s expression went from being shocked to amused, wanting to know where this was heading. It was more curiosity than anything else.
“I’m not crazy at all. My methods are based on psychology and experience.”
“You’ve done this before?” Detective Bennett asked with an eyebrow raised. “With who? Anyone at this police department?”
“That’s privileged information. I can’t answer that.”
The detective grinned, “I bet it was Celine Sullivan, wasn’t it?”
“Again, I’m not allowed to say.”
“Then what can you say? Let’s hear it. Now I’m interested in how your mind works.”
“I believe the answer is simple,” Priya said. “Most men are intimidated by the thought of a woman with power. They’re afraid to approach you, and in bed, they’re afraid of giving you what you want. But as we both know, sometimes women just want sex to release tension. No flowers. No chocolates. Just an erect penis inside.”
Detective Bennett cracked a small smile. “I’d say that’s a fairly accurate statement.”
“We know it is. And at your age range, a lot of men are either married, neutered by society, or lack the necessary hormones and stamina.”
“True.”
“Simply put, most men your age lack the primal hunting instincts and sex drive to satisfy a woman with your stress levels.”
“Also true.”
“So why not the son?” Priya offered. “Unlike other young men, a son will never tell anyone. A son has incentive to keep the secret because he would also be ruined if the news spread.”
“I’m still listening.”
“Young men find older women extremely attractive. They are full of testosterone and want to blow their wad as often as possible. They have amazing staying power. Your mature beauty is a bonus to them. Your authority also makes you a great conquest.”
“Unfortunately they lack bedroom skills and etiquette,” Detective Bennett replied humorously. “Not that I’d know. It’s only an assumption.”
“A correct assumption. But the advantage of doing this with your son is that you live together. You have all the time in the world to teach him. And as the mother, your son naturally has respect for you.”
There was a long, hard stare from the detective.
“This poker siteleri is the craziest thing I’ve ever heard.”
“Your son will fuck you like his life depended on it,” Priya said with great confidence. “That’s the reason these sorts of mom/son relationships often turn out so well. Because a son can offer superior sex.”
“Maybe I don’t care about sex.”
“You still need my signature to lift your suspension. And in my professional opinion, what’s missing in your life is great sex. Hard, rough, and often.”
She spread her legs further, showing how moist she was, showing how serious she was about this. Priya could tell that the detective was aroused, that somewhere beneath that tough exterior was a woman who craved dominant sex.
Perspective: Detective Carolyn Bennett
Why are good things found in forbidden places? Carolyn found herself agonizing over that simple question. She was now at the whim of the police psychologist. Sure, she could have reported these inappropriate sessions, but where’s the fun in that?
Never one to back down from a challenge, Carolyn liked the fact that she was being pushed to new places. It gave her a dirty, twisted rush that she hadn’t felt in years, because eventually the high you get from arresting criminals starts to feel normal.
If she were honest with herself, it was the most sexually alive she felt since her college days. She’d always thought her son was a handsome young man, but to do these things with him? It was far beyond her comprehension.
The orders from Dr. Varma were clear: The rating scale answered by her son must maintain an average score of 8 so her suspension could be lifted. Falling below a score of 8 would result in ongoing treatment.
At first she thought it was amusing. Warren thought it was amusing also. But overall, it was better than doing endless hours of counseling, which is what most officers and detectives are required to undergo if there are any issues.
Days later, she went to the mall for a few accessories and undergarments. Things she’d never purchased before. If she was going to do it, she was going to do it right. Sure, she could force her son into giving false answers, but there was no honor in that and she’d be setting a bad example.
Carolyn bought sexy lingerie and heels. She was never the type to wear that for anybody. She’d always been a tomboy growing up and was more inclined to liking masculine things. Maybe it was genetics, or maybe it was the result of only having brothers.
When the saleswoman smiled and noted that there must be a ‘lucky man’ in her life, she answered, ‘if you only knew.’
In another store she purchased makeup and the employee helped her find items that accentuated her facial features. The blush enhanced her fair skin. The mascara brought out the color of her eyes.
After arriving home, she put the shopping bags on her bed and got to work. Stripping naked, she wore her new undergarments and lingerie. Then she put a touch of makeup on her face.
This new version of herself almost made her laugh. She wondered what her colleagues would think. She was sure that the men would get a real kick out of this new appearance. Gone was the straight-forward female detective who told dirty jokes and guzzled beer with the guys at the bar. Gone was the tough exterior.
Gazing in the mirror, she almost looked like a porn star. The small size of the lingerie highlighted her toned legs and arms, courtesy of a regular weight lifting routine at the department gym. The makeup made her look more feminine.
Overall, she went above and beyond what was needed. Wanting to scale things back a little, she put on a blouse and buttoned it, right over the lingerie. Even though it didn’t match, it still got the job done, she thought.
She went barefoot towards her son’s room and knocked on the door. As expected, Warren laughed as she struck a pose. In all honesty, they hadn’t had this kind of fun in years. It brought back memories of when she used to dress up with her son on Halloween and they’d try on different outfits.
“Well?” she asked with a playful seduction. “What do you think?”
“Perfect 10. If that’s not a 10, I don’t know what is.”
“Good answer.”
“Except for that blouse,” Warren replied, eyeing her body. “It doesn’t match what you have under.”
“What I have under isn’t appropriate. Just like when you told Dr. Varma that you wanted to fuck me. Not appropriate.”
He gave a wry smile and a shrug. “That was for the questionnaire. What else was I supposed to say? The psychologist clearly wanted a certain set of answers.”
“Fair point.”
“Rules are rules, though. I’ve already signed a government document saying I’d give my honest opinion.”
“Illegal contracts are inadmissible,” she replied. “Am I’m pretty sure that getting a son to fuck his mother is illegal.”
He shrugged again. “Either way, I have to give my honest opinion on what you do around here. That’s how it goes.”
“You and Dr. Varma are both sneaky little cunts.”
As a woman of her word, Carolyn had also signed a symbolic agreement with Dr. Varma to fully participate to the best of her ability. And she knew that her son was a terrible liar, which the doctor would spot immediately on a phone conversation.
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