Even when I’m not in the room you are uselessly drawn to serve me, your purpose is to be used for my benefit, and you know it. That desperate need to be of use, to worship a beautiful, powerful woman, runs through your bones. What did that boy get when he finally gave in, and what will you get when you stop fighting your nature? Let my lipstick, my words, break your resistance and send you tumbling into the delicious mind fuck of submission.