As I enter a room, you are overpowered by my presence and force of will. Your knees quiver with anticipation and you kneel before my beauty. "Get up! You worthless slave. Bow your head while I inspect your inferior body. Are you worthy to be in the same room as ME? Are you ready to serve?" I circle you, crop in hand. I can smell your fear and sence your desire. A bead of sweat runs down your forehead. SMACK! Do you feel that? Are you savoring the sting the burn on your backside.

I own every inch of you. Now bow down before Me like the pitiful undeserving wench that you are. I ache to hurt you, to humiliate you. I press the heel of my boot into the back of your neck and you fall to the floor. Kneel, for I am the alter at which you will worship. Come into my world, come and lose yourself in my presence. Come and submit.