My hand on your cock and my voice in your head solidifies the fact that I own the most vulnerable parts of you. Burn every thought in that mind of yours that doesn’t involve me. Miss Ruby Grey owns that mind. Miss Ruby Grey owns that cock. The warmth of my hand stroking you feels so good, doesn’t it? You’re mine. You thrive in your inferiority beneath me. You crave me. You need me. Drift into the smoke with me. Nothing else matters! I’ll have you right where I want you by the end of this- horny, submissive, obedient. Mmmmmm, my favorite combination.