You don't want a choice. You love being helpless and feeling so weak. You love being pushed into a corner and stripped away of your rights. You consent to all of this because you need it. You need me to dangle bits and pieces over your head, nothing and I mean nothing gets you off more. You listen to my voice.. stroke to my words and spill. You tell me everything just so I can tease you with it and put fear into your life. It turns you on, admit it.