You always come back, don’t you. That rush when you give in to my mind games, when my words thread through your thoughts and knot you tighter to me, is everything. I’ll strip you down with teasing, denial, and a slow, delicious conditioning that rewrites what you crave, until the only thing left in your head is the sweet, inevitable pull to serve.
By the end of this clip you won’t be able to think of anything else but surrender. Every stroke, every taunt, every withheld promise draws you deeper into the addiction of being owned, and you’ll love that you never stood a chance.