You’re going to be peering up at me while you’re on your knees often. Immediately even my presence begins to make you feel weak and submissive. Your urge to serve becomes stronger and stronger by each moment that passes. You cannot explain why you feel this, but you know some how it feels “right”. Perhaps you even try to fight it at first, thinking there should be nothing on this earth that can control you so easily, and so relentlessly, but your attempts are in utter futility. You come to terms...