I make you so weak. So helpless. One look into My eyes, the sound of My voice, everything escapes your mind excepts the thoughts of pleasing Me. The thoughts of making Me happy. Being able to see Me. Me taking control, letting it wash over you. Look at Me, Need Me. More and more. Every second. Nothing compares to Me. Nothing compares to wrapping you around My fingers, getting you to do whatever I want you too. you will give Me whatever I want. Whenever I want it. It feels so good, to know this. It feels so good, to know that you can make Me smile. you, can make Me happy. Doesn't that feel amazing? That you have that ability to get a Goddess like Myself to take note of you. And to mold you into exactly what I want you to be. Taking control of your mind, your body....and oh what else is there, that's right. your soul. Giving purpose to you, giving meaning to your life. That is what matters. I matter.