The Ceremony of Absolute Control
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You kneel at my feet, quivering, as your transformation begins. Each breath you draw is saturated with an inticating scent, dulling your thoughts and deepening your submission with every moment. You're no longer anything but a helpless tool under my command, desperate for the approval of true men. I will shatter your resistance, reshape you, and ingrain the essence of servitude into your very core. Escape from my power is no longer an option.
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Look at you, already on your knees before me, trembling like the pathetic little creature you are.
You can't even manage to stand tall in my presence, can you?
No, of course not.
You're too weak, too consumed by the overpowering ***** of my dominance, already lost in the haze of your own submission.
Every breath you take is thick with the sweet, seductive aroma I've filled the air with, wrapping around you like chains, clouding that fragile little mind of yours.
