You've tried to resist, but you can't help but fall deeper and deeper into submission. You gaze into my brown-amber eyes, mesmerized by my power over you. My soft voice and cigarette smoke guide you further into a submissive mindset. You cannot look away. Your feelings intensify with each wisp of smoke blown in your face. There is nothing you desire more than to be my favorite slave. You want me to brag about how slutty and subservient you are to me. Being my personal slut is the greatest gift and joy you could ever receive. Try to break free of my hold; you can't. You can only worship. My powerful feminine energy is only sinking deeper into the spaces of your mind.