My shiny gloves and satin corset are making you weak, and that's exactly how I want you: docile and subservient, waiting on my every command. I know you're becoming weaker and weaker with every flick of my wrist. My arms undulate sinuously, and like cobras in a snake-charmer's basket, they pin you to your seat. With my mesmerizing gloves, I snap your mind like a twig. Your pleasure and torment is waiting. (to be continued in Part 2)