I don’t always use my mental powers of persuasion for good. I know the powers I have over you and, by putting you into a simple trance, you become ready to accept any command I give you. Like a little wind-up doll, I turn you on, contort your face into a silly pose, and command you to jerk at a dizzying pace. You’ll continue to stroke like this until you spill your seed without any thought. I’ve turned you into a brainless drone. You’re mine to command, no matter how humiliating it feels, you crave the sensation of being completely under my control.