Your usual commute to work was a little different today, It didn’t take me long to persuade you to come round.
What made you come sit next to me, was it a flicker of my eye? or a gentle tense of my tight bulging bicep.
One little slip of a piece of paper with my address on given to you at the train stop.
You didn’t feel yourself going under as I made you take my address, now here you are at my place. Under my control
You may be wondering why, now i’ll give you one fucking answer and that is that I love to be serviced and worshipped.
And the best part of this is you won’t remember any of what happens…