You’re aware of your addiction. You keep coming back, consuming FemDom clips relentlessly because you have no alternative. What other options do you have? Hit the bars and find a date? Let’s be real, nobody desires you. You’re confined here, fortunate to have my clips as your solace. Yet, therein lies the problem. You’ve become fixated, and I understand why. You’re meant to be here, fixated on my perfection. This fixation provides a semblance of purpose to your otherwise aimless existence. Look at your arousal, then look at me. Whose property is that arousal? It’s mine.
