I know what you dream about at night. I know you dream of being in my presence. I know those fantasies often drift into your waking hours. Once second, you’re sitting at work and then next you imagine you’re sitting in front of me. You’re worshiping and praising your Goddess, kneeling before me. Over time, this fantasy will consume you, you know. With every day, you’ll slip deeper and deeper into this imaginary world where you are my slave. Soon there will be no “real” world. Soon your mind will abandon reality for the sweet escape of being my slave. Isn’t that wonderful?
