I own your ass. You no longer make your own decisions. I decide where you work, who you talk to, and how you spend your money. I even choose when you stroke and who you cum for. Here's a hint, it's ME. Each time I blow cigarette smoke in your face, these truths sink deeper into your mind. You don't want to make your own decisions. It's too hard. You cannot be trusted to regulate your orgasms. You need me. Take a deep breath when I exhale my smoke. Breathe it all in. I own you. You love it. You need to serve and submit to me.