Contrôle mental : ton plaisir est mon domaine

With every command I give, I will infiltrate your thoughts, shattering your resistance piece by piece. You will become my submissive drone, every inhale, every pulse under my absolute dominance. Your pitiful mind is clouded by need, while my voice seeps into you like venom, reducing you to a desperate, obedient worm craving my validation. You will teeter on the brink of climax, caught between exquisite torment and crushing denial, but you will never taste release without my consent. Your suffering fuels my power. Your lust feeds my control. Step into this arena, where neither your body nor your pleasure belongs to you anymore. They are mine to command.