You’re going to repeat after Me: I belong to Goddess Rousson, I worship Goddess Rousson, everything about Me is owned by Goddess Rousson. Like a good little mindless drone you will keep saying these phrases. Does it make your brain switch off to see Me in these tight shiny clothes? Are you desperate for Me to just lower the zip? If I’m not careful, I think this zip will just pop open. You are Mine, owned by Me and ruled by Me. I own you, pet.