The Ceremony of Absolute Control

You kneel at my feet, quivering, as your transformation begins. Each breath you draw is saturated with an inticating scent, dulling your thoughts and deepening your submission with every moment. You're no longer anything but a helpless tool under my command, desperate for the approval of true men. I will shatter your resistance, reshape you, and ingrain the essence of servitude into your very core. Escape from my power is no longer an option.