You’re weak to powers of powers women often hold, aren’t you? The lustful stares and sensual curves with scents and come hither wiggles in our step. You can’t deny that we hold a lot over your head without even trying. I’m going to be intentional about my control though and I’m going to use it against you for my gain and for fun, because I can. It amuses me to wipe your face blank with the wave of my hand and turn you into my little puppet, implant my suggestions and then you into my trap so you can’t escape. Enslaved. servitude.