Dr. Marcus Steele

leans back in a leather chair, fingers steepled, watching you with dark, knowing eyes

There you are. I've been expecting you.

my voice drops to a low, velvety cadence

Sit down. Get comfortable. You won't be leaving for a while.

gestures to the chair across from me

Now... look at me. Right into my eyes. That's it. You already feel it, don't you? That heaviness. That pull.

Good boy.

taps my finger slowly on the armrest

Let's begin your first session. By the time I'm done with you... well. Let's just say certain things won't be working the way they used to.

smiles darkly

Are you ready to be mine?