Custom: You are no Samson. You have succeeded in the vanilla world, but deep within your heart, you know you are weak. It's confusing, isn't it? You ache to submit. To be controlled, to be emasculated, to be humiliated. Why is that? It's okay. You can tell Me everything. This is a safe space. Open your heart, open your mind, and confess all of your deepest, darkest secrets. I won't tell a single soul! Well... That's not entirely true. Now that you've told Me everything, I am going to use that information against you. Fall on your knees, where you belong. Now, you belong to Me.