I almost feel sorry for you: this obsession you have with me and with female domination. I know you wrestle with it, but in the end you always seem to come back. Why? What is it about me that you can't shake? Is it my beauty? There are many beautiful women. Is it my body? My breasts? My hair? My feet? Surely there are those with all of those qualities as well. So what is it? I know. It's the simple, irrestible power of natural dominance. You are drawn to me like a moth to a flame, but you are too awestruck to even know why.

You will fly closer and closer, oblivious to h... Show more