Stare into my soul. Let me take control. What do you see in my eyes? The confidence that you’ll do exactly what I say. Imagine: you are attached to a rope, tethering you to your autonomy. Your free will and resistance all woven together in a grounding braid. With every pump, a fibre in this rope breaks. Strand by strand, stripped away, until you’re holding onto yourself by a thread. What would happen if you let go? Say "please fuck me, Goddess." You and I both know that doesn’t mean sex. Let yourself be spread open by the power of my gaze alone. Let your mind be fucked by my sensual magic. Let yourself fall deep under spell, then cum hard for me, without breaking eye contact even for a second.