You like to think you’re a tough man. I know better. I know that once you’re breathing in time with me, your mind will start to shift. I know if I tell you, you’ll begin to take off layers. Not clothes, mind you, but layers of your protective walls. Your masculine façade is just a defense mechanism. But you don’t need that with me. I want the real you. I want the obedient little slave.

So breathe deep and let the shiny masculine coating just crack and fall away.

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