It's ok to admit that my ass makes you stupid. You are tangibly more stupid while you stare at my ass. Ass has always had an effect on you but even you're shocked by how fucked up you get staring up at me. You can't stop, though. My body hooks you and my mind breaks you down systematically until you're down on the floor for me (yet again). You hate that I know how to do this to you. But you admire me for it. You love how confidently I extract your...ca$h. Every chance I give you to worship my goddess ass solidifies our relationship. I own you. Naturally. I've your fetishes and programmed you to be obedient to me. Life as you knew it is ruined, but that doesn't mean you can't enjoy the one you're living now.
