Femdom Therapy 3 - Brianna Dymond

Jack shows up at Dr. Dymond’s office, hoping she can turn a doormat into a man. She leans back, props her shoes on his lap like he’s furniture, and starts poking at the problem. When she tells him to kneel, he drops without argument. She calls him a born loser, says there’s only one fix for a guy this far gone: overdose him on the thing that breaks him. So she shoves both feet in his face, orders him to smell and kiss until the stink fills his head. Then she stands, turns, and plants her ass over his mouth, grinding until his tongue works her hole. Every lick comes with another insult. She watches his eyes glaze and understands—therapy is finished. Jack isn’t getting fixed; he’s getting claimed. She drops down for full weight facesitting, keeps his tongue busy, keeps reminding him he’ll never be anything but her personal bitch now.