You thought this session would save your marriage. You thought you’d learn to grow closer to your wife. But the second you step into her office, you realize—this isn’t just counseling. It’s a test. And she? She’s not just a professional, she’s a dominant futa with a PhD in breaking men.
Her dress is professional, her voice is soothing, her gaze sharp enough to dissect your soul. You sit down, expecting guidance—but she’s already analyzing you, probing your weaknesses, and molding you into something new. Something submissive.
And then you see it. The moment you realize what’s hidden beneath that polished exterior, you know you’re already hers.
By the time she’s done with you, you’ll be begging for another appointment—even if it destroys your marriage.