The invitation had been formal — black card, gold lettering, a single line that read “you will attend.” He showed up anyway. Avery opened the door in a tight black dress and stockings, hair pinned up, and led him straight to the table without small talk. Candles were already lit. She sat across from him, reached over, and placed two fingers under his chin so he had to meet her eyes. “You came because I told you to,” she said. “Now you’re going to stay in that chair while I decide what happens. This is mind control phone sex the way a sex therapist runs it — you listen, you obey, and you don’t get to finish until I say the session is over.”

She made him put his hands flat on the table. Then she started talking, low and steady, describing exactly what she was going to do once the lights went out. Her voice stayed calm while she told him to unbutton his shirt and leave it open. She walked around the table, heels quiet on the floor, and stood behind him. One hand slid down his chest. The other rested on the back of his neck. She kept speaking — soft instructions mixed with the kind of erotic hypnosis she used in sessions — while her fingers moved lower and wrapped around him. She stroked slowly at first, then tighter, never breaking the rhythm of her voice. Every time he tried to move she pressed her thumb against the base of his skull and told him to stay still. Domination was quiet with her. It didn’t need to be loud to work.

The candles flickered. Avery leaned down and spoke directly against his ear while she kept stroking. She described the seance as already happening — the way his body was answering her even though he hadn’t been given permission to speak. She made him repeat short phrases back to her (“I belong to the session,” “I wait for your voice”) while her hand worked him. When he got close she stopped completely, left him hard and leaking, and walked back to her chair. She sat, crossed her legs, and continued the instructions from across the table. BDSM wasn’t about ropes tonight. It was about how long she could keep him on the edge with nothing but her voice and the occasional slow stroke when she decided he had earned it. No limits on how many times she brought him up and pulled him back.

After the Candles

She stood again and came around the table. This time she climbed into his lap, dress riding up, and guided him inside her while she stayed fully dressed. She rode him slowly, still talking, still giving the same calm instructions. Every time he tried to thrust she stopped moving and made him wait until his breathing evened out. She came first, quiet and controlled, then kept him inside her while she finished the session. Only after she was done did she allow him to follow. She stayed in his lap afterward, one hand on his chest, voice still low, telling him the next invitation would arrive when she decided he was ready for another session.

Avery stayed on the line a little longer, tone professional but warm, telling him the next seance is already scheduled in her notes. If you want a sex therapist who invites you in and then actually takes control once the door closes, you know where to find me.

More of Avery and the rest of her schedule are at kinkypinup.com/avery.