It's kind of special that I let you in on my little games. Share them to the public. For you, fun, a dream that you can stroke to, like "oh wow he's so lucky, she owns him and is threatening him with this clip", for him, it's real. Whether he's watching this, or trying to ignore it so he doesn't know what's happening. He feels that gut wrenching reality of me OWNING his life. Be him.

Come play. I want to pluck at those butterfly strings in your stomach and make you stroke to the pleasure of your own fear.