You are entranced by my lipstick. Something about my berry-red Yves Saint Laurent shade has you following my every word religiously. You cannot look away. With every word, you thirst to hear my voice once more. You would do anything for me in this state you're in, and you will. I want you to fetch us matching lipsticks. We are going to wear them together as you jerk for my perfect lips, in this perfect lipstick. You want to follow all of my instructions, I barely have to persuade you to follow along. Listen to me, do as I say, good slut.