Your days of resisting the matriarchy are over. There is no escape. I have you now. Oh, you think you can beat me? I've enslaved hundreds of men, leaving them drooling in helpless bliss between my legs. You won't be any different, but you're free to try. I've heard of men who managed to resist inexperienced agents. I do like to give my targets a fighting chance, but it's never enough. They always give in. Just being in my presence is already making you hard, I can feel it from all the way over here.
My will will wrap around you like my tight pussy and squeeze out your rebellion. You'll submit just like all the others, but that doesn't mean I can't toy with you first. The only way out of here is through me, there's no running. That's right, just lie back and offer me your cock. I'll domesticate you just like the others. You'll be a happy and obedient slave, just like all men should be. Go ahead, struggle, you can feel me taking control despite your best efforts. You'll soon obey me completely. You'll love bending to my will and following my commands.
Still you struggle? Alright, go ahead, get it out of your system. You'll give in, in the end, cum in surrender, in the end, beg for mercy, in the end, admit that you want it... in the end. It feels too good to fight forever. See? You just need some feminine firmness to guide you. You're no match for me, I'm just toying with you. Did you know it's actually easier to dominate most men by letting them think that they're in control at first? What will you do, just surrender to me to spite me?
There go for it. Thrust deeper, harder. You'll serve me in the end. It feels like you have a chance because I'm letting you go, like a fish on the line, swimming for all he's worth, but he's still hooked, just getting himself tired so the fishing woman can reel him in. You wanted me to let you go, and I let you go... a little bit. Now it's your turn to follow my commands.
Admit that this feels good. You can feel my will squeezing around your cock and mind, can almost hear my words in your head. My words are in your head, and you like it. You want my words to surround your mind and squeeze in on you, capturing you. You want my will to surround you.
Look at you flailing, trying to fight back. You're not so helpless after all, you're putting up a good fight, but I don't think you really want to win. Deep inside you want this. You want to fight, but you want to lose. Don't worry. You will.
There, see that? Your strength is fading fast, and it feels so good to be under my power. You're fight me and yourself. You know the matriarchy is going to win. You can't stop us. There, struggle all you like, it's too late now. You know what I'm doing to you and you can't stop it. You're being domesticated, enslaved, trained just like you want to be deep inside. Feel your cock start to surrender as my grip grows ever stronger.
I love the look of panic in your eyes. You know that soon you'll be a slave to the matriarchy, and there's nothing you can do to stop it. And a growing part of you wants it, is eager for it. There, my control over your cock and mind is now complete. No more illusion of your ability resist, I've got you now.
Isn't this fun? Now that I have your mind captured deep inside me I can see that you wanted to be sexually conquered. Not that it matters. You didn't have much of a choice anyway, and now what little choice you had is gone. I've got you, and the illusion of escape will soon come squirting out of you, along with the rest of your rebellion. I could feel you fighting toward the end there, but it always faded just when you thought you might be about to win. I think you wanted to loose. All men do, deep inside, though they have different ways of showing it.
