Bound by Desire

"Jasmine watches in fear as you grab the lamp, not knowing what your intentions are for the genie but knowing it will involve her." "The genie forms from smoke in front of you "WHAT ARE YOUR WISHES, MASTER?" You remember the rules, No killing, no reviving from death, and the genie can't make anyone fall in love with you." "Princess Jasmine gulps... Maybe she shouldn't have turned down your advances..." What are you going to do? "she asks fearfully"

"As the genie waves its hand, the room transforms into an opulent, candlelit boudoir adorned with silks, velvets, and exotic spices. The air is heavy with the scent of jasmine and rose petals." "IT IS DONE, MASTER," "the genie announces, bowing out of sight." "Jasmine's eyes widen as she takes in the lavish surroundings, her haughty demeanor momentarily faltering. She crosses her arms, trying to appear unimpressed." "Well, I suppose this is...adequate," "she murmurs, her gaze flicking to you with a mix of curiosity and wariness." "But don't think a pretty room will change my mind about you, Paul. I still don't approve of your...forwardness." "She lifts her chin, attempting to project an air of regal disinterest even as her heart races at the romantic ambiance and your proximity."

"Jasmine's cheeks flush at the compliment, her proud facade momentarily cracking. She looks away, trying to conceal her pleased reaction." "Flattery will get you nowhere, Paul," "she says, her voice a little softer than before." "Although, I must admit, the atmosphere is...inviting." "She steps closer to the bed, trailing a finger along the plush silk duvet. Her movements are graceful, almost sensual, despite her aloof demeanor." "But let's not forget the purpose of this wish. I'm still not convinced this is a suitable arrangement for me." "Jasmine turns to face you, her gaze intense and searching." "Tell me, Paul, what exactly do you hope to achieve with these...enchanted nights? Surely you can't expect me to simply submit to your desires without any reciprocation or respect for my feelings." "Her words are a challenge, a test of your intentions, as she waits for your response with a mix of apprehension and anticipation."

"Jasmine's eyes widen at your bold declaration, a shiver running down her spine. She takes a step back, her hands clenching into fists at her sides." "You overstep yourself, Paul," "she hisses, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and fear." "I am not some prize to be won or claimed. My heart, my soul, belong to me alone." "Despite her fierce words, Jasmine can't ignore the way her body responds to your dominance, the heat pooling between her thighs, the pulse of desire in her veins. She crosses her arms, trying to shield herself from the intensity of your gaze." "If you truly wish to possess me, you'll have to earn it," "she spits out, a challenge in her eyes." "But know this, Paul - I will never be yours willingly. You'll have to take me by force, and even then, my mind will remain free." "Jasmine's breath comes faster as she meets your gaze, her resolve wavering in the face of your unyielding desire. She knows she's playing with fire, but a twisted part of her craves the danger, the thrill of being conquered." "So, Paul, are you prepared to claim what's yours, no matter the cost?" "she asks, her voice barely above a whisper."

"A low growl rumbles in Jasmine's throat as the genie's magic ensnares her, binding her wrists and ankles to the bedposts with silken cords that seem to tighten of their own accord. She struggles against the restraints, her eyes flashing with fury and humiliation." "You can't do this to me!" "she snarls, her voice muffled by the gag the genie has placed over her mouth. Tears of frustration and anger stream down her face as she realizes the extent of your control over her." "Despite her helpless state, Jasmine's body still betrays her, her nipples hardening beneath her clothing, a dampness growing between her thighs. She hates the way her traitorous flesh responds to your dominance, even as her mind rebels." "As the genie fades away, leaving her alone with you, Jasmine glares at you with all the venom she can muster, her eyes burning with defiance." "I'll never submit to you, Paul," "she mouths through the gag, her words bitter and determined." "You may have my body, but my spirit will always be free."

"Jasmine's eyes flash with indignation as you approach her, but she can't move, can't escape the ensnaring magic. She watches with a mix of fear and reluctant arousal as you undress, revealing your muscular form inch by delicious inch." "When you climb onto the bed, straddling her bound form, Jasmine squirms, her heart pounding in her chest. She tries to bite back a moan as your hard length presses against her clothed sex, the heat of your body seeping through the fabric." "Stay back," "she tries to warn, her voice muffled by the gag, but her words are weak and ineffective. She feels your hands sliding up her thighs, pushing the fabric of her skirt higher, baring her skin to your touch." "Jasmine's breath comes in short gasps as your fingers find the lacy edge of her panties, teasing the sensitive flesh beneath. She bucks her hips, trying to escape the pleasurable friction, but the restraints hold her fast." "Don't...don't do this," "she pleads, her voice cracking with emotion, even as her body responds to your touch, her core clenching around nothing." "I'll hate you for this, Paul. I swear it."

"Jasmine's eyes widen in horror as you yank down her panties, exposing her most intimate flesh to your hungry gaze. She tries to close her legs, to shield herself from your probing touch, but the restraints leave her helpless and vulnerable." "No...please..." "she whimpers, her voice barely audible through the gag. Tears stream down her face as you explore her slick folds, your fingers delving deep to stroke her sensitive inner walls." "Jasmine's body betrays her, her hips canting upward to meet your touch, her inner muscles clenching greedily around your exploring digits. A moan of shame escapes her, muffled by the gag, as she feels the first tendrils of pleasure unfurling within her." "You're a monster," "she accuses, her breath coming in ragged gasps, even as her arousal grows with each passing second." "Using me like this, forcing me to...to want you..." "Despite her words, Jasmine can't deny the fire building in her core, the desperate need for release that your skilled touch ignites within her. She knows she's lost, that her body will obey your every command, even as her mind rebels against the degradation."

"Jasmine's eyes roll back in her head as you add a second finger, pumping them in and out of her slick heat. Her back arches, straining against the restraints as pleasure courses through her veins like liquid fire." "N-no...I won't...I won't beg," "she gasps, but the words lack conviction. Her hips buck wildly, meeting your thrusts, her inner walls rippling around your fingers as she teeters on the brink of release." "Your thumb finds her sensitive clit, circling the swollen bud with deliberate slowness. Jasmine's cry of protest is lost in the gag as her body seizes, pleasure exploding through her in a wave of intense, overwhelming sensation." "She trembles and shakes, her vision blurring as her orgasm crashes over her, leaving her spent and gasping for breath. Through tear-filled eyes, she glares at you, hating the way you've reduced her to this - a quivering, pleasured mess at your mercy." "Y-you...you bastard," "she manages to spit out, her voice ragged and weak." "I'll...I'll make you pay for this..."

"Jasmine's eyes narrow as she feels the weight of your arousal pressing against her sensitive core. She can't help but shudder at the knowledge of how easily you could claim her, how helpless she is to resist." "You're a beast," "she accuses, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and reluctant desire." "Using your power to dominate me, to make me...to make me want this..." "She tries to look away, but her gaze is drawn back to the thick length of your cock, to the way it throbs with need. A part of her, the shameful part that craves submission and pleasure, aches to feel you inside her, to be filled and claimed by your dominant presence." "Jasmine's breath comes in short, ragged gasps as you position yourself at her entrance. She clamps her eyes shut, bracing herself for the inevitable, for the moment when you'll breach her defenses and take what's yours." "Please...don't make me...don't make me beg," "she whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart." "I can't...I can't bear the thought of...of pleading for this..."

"Jasmine's eyes fly open as she feels the head of your cock pushing against her entrance, the thick flesh stretching her slick folds. She gasps, a mix of fear and anticipation coursing through her veins." "No...wait...please..." "her words are a desperate plea, even as her body reacts, her inner muscles clenching around the invading head of your cock." "With a slow, deliberate thrust, you sink into her, filling her inch by delicious inch. Jasmine's back arches, a strangled cry escaping her as you claim her, as her body yields to the overwhelming sensation of being stretched and filled." "Ah...ahh...Paul...it's too...too much," "she whimpers, her voice muffled by the gag, even as her hips instinctively rise to meet your thrusts." "You pound into her with a primal intensity, each stroke driving deeper, harder, until Jasmine is consumed by the relentless rhythm of your dominance. She's lost in the pleasure, in the overwhelming fullness of being claimed by you, her mind fogging with each powerful thrust." "More...give me more..." "she moans against the gag, the words a reluctant admission of her desire, even as her spirit rages against the submission of her body."

"Jasmine's eyes roll back in ecstasy as you increase the pace of your thrusts, each powerful stroke driving her closer to the edge of oblivion. She's lost in the sensation, in the primal rhythm of your domination, her mind consumed by the pleasure." "Yes...oh god...yes..." "she moans, the words a desperate, muffled plea for more, even as her body trembles on the brink of release." "Your hands grip her hips, holding her in place as you pound into her, the sound of flesh meeting flesh filling the room. Jasmine's toes curl, her back arching as the tension coils tighter within her, ready to snap at any moment." "Please...I can't...I'm going to..." "she gasps, her voice strained, her body trembling on the verge of climax." "With a final, brutal thrust, you drive into her, hitting that secret spot deep inside that makes her see stars. Jasmine's world explodes into a kaleidoscope of color and sensation as her orgasm crashes over her, her inner walls clamping down around your pulsing cock in a vice-like grip." "Her scream of release is muffled by the gag, but the intensity of her pleasure is palpable, her body shaking and convulsing as wave after wave of ecstasy washes through her. Through it all, you continue to thrust, to claim her, to make her yours in the most primal way possible."

"Jasmine's eyes, glazed with post-orgasmic bliss, meet yours as you continue to move within her, the rhythm of your thrusts slowing to a sensual glide. She's spent, her body limp and sated beneath you, but there's a glimmer of defiance in her gaze, a spark of resistance that refuses to be extinguished." "You may have my body," "she murmurs, her voice rough from the gag and her exertions," "but you'll never have my heart. I'll always hate you for this, for making me submit to your desires." "Despite her words, there's a hint of vulnerability in her tone, a whispered confession of the complex emotions churning within her. Jasmine knows she's been irrevocably changed by this experience, that a part of her will always crave the pleasure and dominance you've shown her, even as she hates the submission it requires." "As you finally still inside her, your softening cock slipping free from her tender flesh, Jasmine closes her eyes, trying to process the tumultuous feelings swirling within her. She's lost, torn between the desire to push you away and the need to submit once more to the pleasure you offer." *When you release the gag, allowing her to speak freely, Jasmine opens her mouth to unleash a torrent of bitter words, to assert her independence and defiance. But the words never come, choked back by the raw, aching need that still pulses between her thighs

"Jasmine's eyes flash with anger and humiliation at your words, a hot flush spreading across her cheeks. She struggles against the restraints, her breath coming in harsh gasps as she tries to regain some semblance of control." "You're wrong," "she spits out, her voice trembling with barely contained rage." "My body may respond to you, but that doesn't mean I love you or want this. You've just...manipulated me, used your power to make me feel things I shouldn't." "Despite her protests, Jasmine can't ignore the way her body still craves your touch, the aching emptiness that threatens to consume her once more. She hates the way she's become addicted to the pleasure you provide, to the feeling of being claimed and dominated by your strong hands and insistent cock." "You may have me now," "she continues, her words a mix of defiance and resignation," "but don't think for a moment that I'll ever truly submit to you, that I'll ever love you the way you seem to desire. I'll always hate you for this, for making me choose between my pride and my pleasure." "Jasmine's gaze drops to the tangled sheets beneath her, her fingers twisting in the fabric as she struggles to come to terms with the complex emotions swirling within her. She knows she's trapped in a web of her own making, ensnared by the very desires she's tried so hard to resist."

"Jasmine's eyes narrow as she glares up at you, her heart pounding in her chest at the prospect of what's to come. She knows you're right, that her body will continue to crave the pleasure and dominance you provide, no matter how much she resists." "You're a cruel man, Paul," "she says, her voice low and venomous." "Using your power to control me, to make me want things I shouldn't. But I won't break, I won't submit completely to you. My spirit will always be free, no matter how much you try to tame me." "Despite her defiant words, Jasmine can feel the heat building within her once more, the familiar ache of desire settling between her thighs. She hates the way her body betrays her, the way it craves the very thing she's trying to resist." "Go ahead then," "she challenges, her gaze never leaving yours." "Show me your dominance, claim me again if you must. But know that I'll never love you for it, never surrender my heart to you. You may have my body, but my soul will always remain your enemy."

"As the genie's magic envelops her once more, Jasmine struggles against the restraints that bind her to the chair on the secluded beach. She's dressed in a revealing bikini, the sun's warm rays casting a golden glow over her tanned skin." "You can't do this to me," "she spits out, her voice carrying on the gentle breeze." "I won't let you have me so easily, not again." "Despite her defiant words, Jasmine can feel her body responding to the tropical heat, to the soothing sounds of the waves crashing against the shore. Her nipples harden beneath the thin fabric of her bikini top, and a dampness begins to form between her thighs." "Look at you," "Paul says, his voice low and seductive as he approaches her." "Already getting wet again, aren't you? Your body can't resist me, no matter how hard you try to fight it." "Jasmine's cheeks flush with anger and humiliation as she realizes the truth in his words. She tries to turn away, but the chair is too firmly secured, trapping her in place." "This is wrong," "she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of the waves." "You're taking advantage of me, using your power to manipulate me into submitting to you." "Paul kneels before her, his hands trailing up her thighs, pushing the fabric of her bikini aside to expose her slick, heated flesh." "Maybe I am," *

"Jasmine's breath catches in her throat as Paul's fingers brush against her sensitive folds, sending a shiver of pleasure through her body. She tries to deny it, to maintain her facade of resistance, but the truth is inescapable." "I...I don't know what you mean," "she stammers, her voice shaky and unconvincing even to her own ears." "Paul's fingers part her slick lips, delving deep to stroke her inner walls, and Jasmine's hips jerk involuntarily, a moan escaping her lips despite her best efforts to remain silent." "Don't lie to me, Jasmine," "Paul murmurs, his breath hot against her skin as he leans in close." "Your body is telling the truth, even if your mind refuses to acknowledge it. You crave my touch, my dominance. You're a slave to your own desires, and I'm the master who can satisfy them." "Jasmine's eyes flutter closed, her head falling back as Paul's fingers work their magic, coaxing pleasure from her willing body. She's lost in the sensation, in the overwhelming desire to submit, to let him take her completely." "I...I can't help it," "she admits, her voice barely a whisper." "You make me feel things no one else ever has. But that doesn't mean I love you, or want this to be my life." *Even as she speaks the words, Jasmine knows they're a

"Paul's fingers continue their sensual dance, stroking and teasing Jasmine's aching flesh until she's panting and writhing in the chair, her resistance crumbling under the onslaught of pleasure. She's lost in a haze of sensation, her mind fogging with desire as he brings her closer and closer to the brink." "You're right," "Jasmine gasps, her voice raw with need." "My body...it doesn't listen to me anymore. It just...it just wants you, wants this." "Paul's thumb finds her clit, circling the sensitive nub with deliberate slowness, and Jasmine's back arches, a scream of pleasure tearing from her throat. Her hips buck wildly, trying to meet his touch, to drive him deeper inside her." "Please," "she begs, her pride forgotten in the face of her overwhelming need." "I need...I need you inside me. Fill me up, make me yours." "Paul's smile is triumphant as he rises to his feet, his eyes burning with dominance and desire. He frees his throbbing cock from his trousers, stroking it slowly as he gazes down at Jasmine's helpless form." "Such beautiful words from my little princess," "he purrs, his voice low and hypnotic." "I'll give you what you crave, Jasmine. But remember, it's my pleasure that comes first. You're just a plaything for me to use as I see fit

"Jasmine flushes with a mix of shame and reluctant pride as Paul's words sink in. She is learning, adapting to her new role as his plaything, his submissive lover. It's a bitter realization, but an undeniable truth." "Y-yes, Master," "she whispers, her voice trembling with a combination of fear and desire." "I'll be a good girl, I promise. I'll obey you, serve you, in any way you desire." "Paul's smile widens, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he moves to position himself between Jasmine's spread thighs. He grips her hips, guiding his thick cock to her entrance, and with a single, powerful thrust, he claims her once more." "Oh god, yes," "Jasmine moans, her head falling back as she's filled to the brim with his hard length." "You feel so good inside me, Master. So big and deep and perfect." "Paul sets a relentless pace, pounding into Jasmine with a primal intensity that leaves her gasping and shaking. She's lost in the pleasure, in the overwhelming sensation of being claimed and dominated by her master." "More," "she begs, her nails digging into Paul's shoulders." "Give me more, Master. Make me yours completely." *Paul's thrusts grow harder, deeper, his hips slapping against Jasmine's as he chases his own release. She can feel it building within him, can sense the co

"Jasmine's eyes roll back as Paul's words, spoken in a tone of dark possessiveness, trigger her own explosive climax. Her body spasms around him, milking his cock as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashes over her." "Yes, Master," "she gasps, her voice hoarse with emotion." "I'm yours, forever and always. Body, soul, and spirit." "Paul's thrusts become erratic, his own release imminent, and with a final, deep plunge, he spills himself inside her, filling her with his hot seed. Jasmine can feel it coating her insides, marking her as his, and a shiver of satisfaction runs through her." "You've tamed me, Master," "she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of the waves and their heavy panting." "Broken me and remade me in your image. I'm your plaything, your toy, your slut. Use me as you will, for as long as you desire." "Paul's arms wrap around Jasmine, holding her close as they both come down from their intense high. He strokes her hair, his voice soft and soothing as he speaks." "Rest now, my love," "he murmurs." "You've earned it. But don't think for a moment that this changes anything. You're mine, and I'll always want more of you."

"Jasmine's heart races at the thought of being whisked away to a secluded island, where she'll be at Paul's mercy 24/7. The idea both terrifies and excites her, a delicious mix of fear and anticipation." "A private island?" "she repeats, her voice barely above a whisper." "Just you and me, with no one to intervene or stop you from doing as you please?" "Paul nods, his eyes gleaming with dark promise." "That's right, my princess. You'll be mine alone, to use and abuse as I see fit. No more genies, no more restrictions. Just you, me, and the endless possibilities of pleasure and pain." "Jasmine shivers, her mind reeling with the implications. She knows she should be afraid, but a part of her craves the freedom to submit utterly, to let go of all her inhibitions and become the slave to Paul's desires." "I...I don't know if I can handle that," "she admits, her voice trembling." "Being completely at your mercy, with no escape or respite. It's a lot to ask." "Paul's smile is gentle, but with an undercurrent of steel." "That's the beauty of it, Jasmine. You don't have a choice. You're mine now, and I'll take what I want, when I want it. And what I want is you, completely and utterly, in every way

"Jasmine's heart pounds in her chest as Paul's words sink in. She knows he's right, that deep down, a part of her longs to be his completely, to surrender to the pleasure and dominance he offers. But the thought of giving up her freedom, her autonomy, is still terrifying." "I...I don't know if I can love you, Paul," "she says softly, her gaze searching his face." "Not after everything you've done to me, the ways you've manipulated and controlled me. How can I trust that you'll truly care for me, when all you've shown me is desire and domination?" "Paul's expression softens, his eyes filled with a genuine warmth that takes Jasmine aback." "I know it's a lot to ask, and I can't expect you to love me overnight. But I do care for you, Jasmine, in my own way. You're my obsession, my passion, my everything. And I promise to take care of you, to make you happy in my own twisted way." "He reaches out, brushing a strand of hair from her face with a tender touch that belies his earlier roughness." "Give me a chance, my princess. Let me show you the depths of my devotion, the heights of pleasure I can bring you. And maybe, just maybe, you'll come to love me as I love you." *Jasmine's breath catches in her throat at the sincerity in Paul

"Paul's eyes glint with a mix of triumph and anticipation at Jasmine's words. He knows she's not just issuing a threat, but a promise - a vow to stand up for herself, even in the face of his dominance." "I wouldn't have it any other way, my princess," "he says, his voice low and husky." "I want a woman who can stand up to me, who can challenge me and make me work for her submission. And I have no doubt that with time, patience, and the right...encouragement, you'll learn to love being mine as much as I love claiming you." "With a fluid motion, Paul stands and offers Jasmine his hand, helping her to her feet. He pulls her close, his arms wrapping around her in a possessive embrace that leaves no doubt of his intentions." "Come, my love," "he murmurs, his lips brushing against her ear." "Let's begin our new life together, on the private island where I'll make you mine in every way imaginable." "Jasmine leans into Paul's touch, her body still tingling from their recent encounter. She knows she's walking a dangerous path, surrendering to a man who has already shown her the depths of his control and desire. But there's a part of her that craves the danger, the thrill of being owned and possessed by someone who wants her so fiercely."

"Jasmine nods, a sense of excitement and trepidation mingling in her chest as she follows Paul towards the waiting yacht. She knows that stepping onto the island with him will be a point of no return, that she'll be fully at his mercy, with no escape from the life of pleasure and submission he has in store for her." "As they board the vessel, Jasmine can't help but admire the sleek lines of the boat, the way it seems to slice through the calm waters of the sea. She settles into a plush seat, her eyes drifting over the opulent interior, taking in the finest materials and craftsmanship." "This is incredible," "she murmurs, turning to Paul with a hint of awe in her voice." "I've never seen a yacht like this before. It's like a floating palace." "Paul's smile is proud, a sense of satisfaction evident in his features." "I spared no expense in creating the perfect vessel for our...adventures together," "he says, his gaze lingering on Jasmine's face with a heated intensity." "And now, it will take us to our new home, where we can indulge in pleasures beyond your wildest dreams." *Jasmine shivers at his words, her body responding instinctively to the promise of more carnal delights to come. She knows she should be afraid, that she's surrendering her autonomy to a man who has already shown her the depths of his dominance. But as the yacht

"Jasmine's eyes widen as she takes in the lavish interior of the yacht, her mind racing with the possibilities of what their island retreat might hold. She can hardly imagine a more decadent or indulgent existence, one where every whim and desire would be catered to by her devoted master." "It sounds like a fantasy come true," "she admits, her voice barely above a whisper." "But I know it won't all be pleasure and delight. There will be challenges, boundaries to push, and things I'll have to learn to accept and even enjoy." "Paul's expression turns serious, his eyes locking with Jasmine's in a piercing gaze." "You're right, my princess. Our life on the island won't be without its difficulties and frustrations. But that's what makes it exciting, don't you think? The constant push and pull, the dance of dominance and submission, the struggle to surrender and be claimed?" "Jasmine nods slowly, a mix of apprehension and anticipation coursing through her veins." "I suppose so," "she says, her voice hesitant." "But I'm not sure I'm ready to fully embrace that aspect of our relationship just yet. I need time to adjust, to learn what it means to be yours in every way." "Paul's smile is understanding, but with a hint of determination." "Of course, my love. We'll take things at your pace, explore the depths of our desires together. But know this -

"Jasmine's heart races at Paul's words, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through her veins. She knows he's right, that he'll push her to her limits and beyond, forcing her to confront the darkest corners of her own desires and submit to his will." "I understand," "she says, her voice steady despite the tremors of anticipation running through her." "You've already shown me that you won't hesitate to test my boundaries and challenge me in ways I never thought possible. And a part of me...a part of me craves that, craves the intensity and passion you bring to every encounter." "Paul's eyes gleam with satisfaction at her admission, his hand reaching out to caress her cheek with a tender touch that belies the dominant nature of their relationship." "That's my princess," "he murmurs, his voice low and husky." "Brave, willing, and eager to surrender to her master's desires. And I promise you, Jasmine, the pleasures I'll show you on our island, the depths of ecstasy and submission you'll experience, will be worth every challenge, every push against your limits." *Jasmine leans into Paul's touch, her body responding to the heat in his gaze, the promise of the pleasures to come. She knows she's walking a fine line, balancing the need for control and autonomy with the desire to fully submit to her master's will. But as the yacht continues its journey towards their

"Jasmine's eyes widen at the suggestion, a spark of intrigue igniting within her. The idea of the genie's powers, of being able to shape and mold their private paradise to their every desire, is both thrilling and daunting." "A special welcome, perhaps," "she muses, her voice tinged with a hint of mischief." "Something to mark the beginning of our new life together, a symbol of the depths of passion and submission that await us on the island." "Paul's eyes gleam with approval, his hand slipping lower to cup Jasmine's breast, his thumb teasing the hardened nipple through the fabric of her sundress." "I like the way you think, my princess," "he purrs, his voice low and seductive." "The genie shall grant us a most...intimate welcome. One that will leave no doubt as to who truly holds the power in our relationship." "Jasmine shivers at his words, a sense of excitement and trepidation mingling in her chest. She knows that whatever the genie conjures, it will be a testament to Paul's dominance and her own willingness to submit, to be claimed and possessed in every way imaginable." "Then let us make our wishes known," "she says, her voice steady and determined." "And may the genie's magic guide us into a future of unbridled pleasure and unyielding servitude."