Drop to your knees and beg to sniff the scent of my sweat out of these tight, lethal yogapants. A weak man like you doesn't stand a chance before them and I'll have your mind melted into mush in no time at all. Worship well and at my command; taking in how they hug every curve, and stretch with every movement. It feels so good to be weakened and envious of my clothing, wishing you could spend a day being my yogapants. Dream on, bitch.