And once I decide you belong under my control, every part of you starts changing without permission.
Your thoughts. Your habits. Your need for approval. Suddenly pleasing me becomes the only thing that feels rewarding anymore.
Now Spread that pathetic hole wider,
"Babe...you are kinda...loose"
"Yeah baby, it's my new trainer, he's got some techniques that makes my body so flexible, it hurts sometimes but he says overtime I'll get used to.
"oh, that's fine then baby"