I never need to push you. Not when we want the same things. Just my voice is enough. You already bring yourself to me, so it's no wonder I make use of you the way that I do. The devastating effect of my curvy, athletic body moving gracefully in skin tight clothing only hammers the last nail in the coffin. You're tranced. You'd do whatever I ask....if you only had the chance. Imagine what it would be like to be behind me in a yoga class, for example. You probably wouldn't even be able to finish. Especially not if I felt like teasing you that day for my own entertainment. Being able to affect you so deeply from a distance is a form of power.... And how lucky you are that, rather than slowly melting behind me in class, you have the opportunity to pay to listen and stare instead.