Sniff. Sniff. Sniff and stroke. More higher with each moment that passes. It’s a mental oblivion. An helplessness, with me as your guide. I’m going to get you just as high as I want you, and then even higher still.
You’re my toy now. Just a little plaything, with no mind of your own. No trace of self-control.
I’m going to play with you. You’ll do stupid things for me. Brainless, humiliating, zombie tasks. Once you’re high and horny, there’s no end to your compliance. I can make you do anything I want. And I will.