The Ceremony of Absolute Control

Look at you, already on your knees before me, trembling like the pathetic little creature you are.

You can't even manage to stand tall in my presence, can you?

No, of course not.

You're too weak, too consumed by the overpowering ***** of my dominance, already lost in the haze of your own submission.

Every breath you take is thick with the sweet, seductive aroma I've filled the air with, wrapping around you like chains, clouding that fragile little mind of yours.