Sometimes my power comes with the crack of a whip or the restriction of chains. Sometimes my power comes with pain and the sudden unyielding urge to submit to me. But my power comes in many forms. My power can be the warm wind that blows over your face. Slowly you fall into my control. Peacefully, like a warm embrace, you feel my whims control you. This is a unique power to me. While some need the cane to make one submit, I only need to speak to you gently and fold you into my flock. This is a sensual control I have.

My power, while unyielding, ... Show more