Krysten Ritter

She woke.

She felt good.

Surprisingly good, actually, considering that this was just meant to be a bit of extra research, on her part.

She felt relaxed, at peace and…once she saw the therapist’s eyes roaming over her body, she felt, well….rather horny.

Krysten didn’t think to question why that might be, or why it was that she kept coming back to visit the therapist, months after she’d finished filming. Nor did she question why she’d dressed so elegantly.

The therapist commanded her to stand, and undress. Krysten complied, staring blankly ahead. 

“I must obey you…” she purred, over and over again, until she wore nothing but the high heels. 

Krysten poured herself into his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck, crushing her breasts against his chest, kissing him deeply.

“Thank you, My Lord. Thank you for making me this way. I live only to please you…”

Another request caption for @midorikonton – this time the gorgeous Krysten Ritter.

Mmm, very nice.