Tell me, how does it feel to be so utterly consumed by my beauty? As a dominant woman, I couldn’t even imagine having my life revolve around a singular person like yours does. Day after day your waking hours are spent jerking to me, thinking of me, and worshiping me. All of your nights are spent dreaming about me. It consumes you in a way that is so complete that you even imagine you have control over it! You think it’s just a fetish. You think I’m just a fantasy. But my power and my image consume you. Hours after you’re done watching a clip of mine you can hear my words on repeat in your mind. I enjoy watching your inner turmoil. Part of you knows you’re being taken by me every second of every day. Part of you wants to refuse my voice, but every other part of you aches for it. Now that you’re mine this ache never goes away. This hunger for my presence will never be satiated.