Proceed
For pathetic souls that crave control
Well, well, well. Look what we have here: a pathetic loser with no one to control him. No purpose. No drive. Just damp, twitching hunger for a real woman to put you in your place.
Congratulations, pet. You stand before me, a pathetic figure long by your deepest, darkest desires—yearning for a bad bitch to dominate, to own, to control. I am that bitch. With every step I take, you'll feel the weight of your submission pressing against the soles of your feet, and mine. Welcome to the ultimate power play, where you're always at my mercy.