The doctor's voice, low and commanding, weaves a spell around the tattooed brunette. Her eyes glaze over as she surrenders to his mind-fuck, her body moving of its own volition. She bends, her lips parting to take in her own nipple, sucking and licking, a slave to her own desires. Her feet, pedicured and bare, tap out a rhythm of need on the cold floor. Her chastity belt, a gleaming cage around her sex, is the only barrier between her and the ecstasy she craves, yet her doctor's will keeps her teetering on the brink, never quite allowing release.