After our many therapy sessions, I've diagnosed you: a submissive bitch craving control. Today, I reveal the cure beneath my therapist's dress—a massive strap-on, glistening and ready. I see your eyes widen, a mix of fear and desire. I tell you to bend over the couch, ass up, while your heart racing. I take you, each thrust an intense release of all your pent-up yearnings, my dominance your ultimate therapy.
