Gagged you would be, a nice big red ballgag, or a pacifier stuffed into your pretty little mouth to keep you quiet.

You will sit in a chair, hands over your head, legs open. You will look into my eyes, and you will have little choice as a collar holds your neck in place.

I look into your eyes, penetrating you with mine.

My eyes conquer and slowly control your soul.

You squirm and tense, but there is no escape.

I stare into your soul.

You surrender.

You cum.

Silence is Golden, your mouth is shut, while your cunt sings my tunes, just how I want you.