Pick her favorite clothes. I’m going to make you do something filthy, humiliating, and completely immoral. And oh, don’t worry… I’ll make you love it. I’m going to twist the loyalty you owe her into pure arousal. I’ll fuck with your guilt until it turns you on. Until you crave the way I use you more than you ever craved her. Until My cruelty feels better than anything she’s ever done to you in bed. And when I’m done with you, you’ll swear it wasn’t your fault. You’ll convince yourself you never stood a chance the moment I decided to take control. So go ahead. Blame Me for being this dangerously powerful and hot. I want you to. Say it was My fault you came on her clothes… just to cope with what you’ve done.
