I sit on my throne—exalted, in absolute control. Beneath me, my object kneels, obedient, where it belongs: at my feet. It sees nothing, asks nothing, waits. Ready to receive whatever I bestow upon it. Today, I choose to honor it with a golden gift. A moment of complete surrender, determined only by me. I allow what I please to happen, and it accepts it humbly. Here, only my decision, my will, counts. The object remains passive while I enjoy what is mine. In the end, I bring it to climax. Further proof of my power and control, while it remains completely in my hands.
