I’d do anything for my patients. Today, a hottie Leana Lovings walked in complaining of crippling migraines. I warned her upfront—my techniques are far from normal, but they work. The moment I whispered, “Trust me,” something snapped in her. Her body went soft, pliant, like it belonged to me now. She became a dazed, eager little thing, hanging on every word, ready to obey without question. Her eyes glazed over, heavy with submission, and she moved however I guided her—effortless, perfect. My strangest demands? She didn’t flinch. All she craved was to please me. My voice alone had her addicted, trembling, desperate to feel me buried deep inside her dripping pussy.