I know exactly what I'm doing. I'm fucking you. I'm pressing my advantage. This is just how things work for me. Let's not overcomplicate things. It makes you upset, of course. You're so used to women being "nice," giving you what you want, never asking for much. Agreeing with you or simply not letting you know when they disagree. You're coddled. So that's why it's so frustrating for you....and your cock...when that's not how things work around here. You get so mad watching me tease and torment other men, that you just want to put me in my place. But you should have known how dangerous i was. You're so soft from years of comfort that you didn't even see me coming, did you? I sucked you in while you were busy being distracted. Now you're trying to soothe a rage boner while you curse me for having these....assets. Precious. Unfortunately (for you), that heightened emotional state you've brought to me is precisely the thing I used to drop you. It happens so fast, Your mind melt. So let me tell you how it goes...for you and every man like you...You can pretend it's outrage that brought you here, but we both know it's really love. You admire me, even. And you lust after me. Isn't fear romantic? TW: Trance-induction effects, mind control, programming, sheer bodysuit, etc.