What waits on the other side of surrender? Bliss or slavery? Are the two really mutually exclusive? Is it possible to have bliss at the same time as a total eradication of your free will? With the air of a villainess, taking her sweet time about deconstructing her victim, who is secretly all too willing to surrender and accept his new fate. I recruit you to join my puppet army, influencing you with my gleaming latex curves to surrender every string over to me. My puppet’s used to pretend they were normal men who didn’t crave submission, but now that I’ve broken them, they know they’ve reached the truest version of themselves. No more pretending. Only surrendering.