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When you look into my eyes, amazed by my soft cooing whispers, all of your fears and anxieties fade away. You let go. You yield. You give yourself to me, and it's easy. Because surrendering has never felt so sweet. You are mine. You belong to me -- totally and completely. How does it feel to be owned? You listen to my sweet whispers as I stare deeply into your eyes, that gaze that penetrates into the depths of you, and it's blissful. A calm euphoria overtakes you. A simple understanding comes into focus: there's nothing you've ever wanted more than to be mine. And when I coyly tease you with my bare breasts, my body, my lingerie, my sweet round butt, you become weaker. Weaker and weaker still. But it feels so good to be weak for me. You don't need to be strong when I'm around. I own you. And I'll take care of you. You're mine. My property. My pet. My good boy. You're mine, and that's all you need to be. From the top of your head to the tip of your toes, you belong to me