There’s no doubt about it. I’m a powerful dominate female and you are a weakling. For me to devour whole. To break you down mentally and make you mine. Into a slave, where you belong. Begging to kiss the bottom of my boot. You are naturally submissive, a lost little pet. I’m going to control you like I do all the rest. To make you into another minion of mine, to use up however I want. Bow down.
