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Fear is an emotional state that arises in response to awareness of a situation of possible danger. The idea that something or someone may threaten someone's safety or life causes the brain to involuntarily activate a series of chemical compounds that trigger reactions that characterize fear. Fear is basically the body's way of preparing us for something that poses a threat or danger to us. When we are faced with a situation like this, the brain sends signals to the body that seek to maximize the chances of survival. Irrational fear is usually illogical and anticipated, usually accompanied by anxiety and has no plausible justification. It alters our view of reality and can bring harm to our affective, social, academic, and work life. The thing is, fear releases a lot of different hormones and chemicals in the body, and that leads to addiction, and in the same way that drugs do, fear is addictive, and most of the time, chemical addiction has a variety of causes, like difficulty coping with frustrations and childhood traumas, depression, unreasoning sadness, or anxiety bouts, and so people have to live in fear, and they seek out and take risks to have fear in their bodies, because adrenaline, dopamine, and cortisol are three important chemicals that humans evolved to release when they're threatened or afraid. I don't accept fear, to me it's paralyzing. People lose opportunity because of it, they live mediocre lives because they don't have the courage to face things head on. I'm an eagle, and my method is based on that. My goal is to teach them to fly and fly high. The process is relatively simple, baby eagles learn to fly mainly by watching their parents, so I give people the references. To encourage young eagles that don't show interest in this process, the parents sometimes fly around the nest with a food in their claws, that is, show the result of knowing how to fly, because those who don't fly don't eat. However, if they insist on staying in the nest, they simply throw them off the cliff. Or they fly or die. Every woman who comes to me goes through a process called diagnosis, and I want to know if they're an eagle or a chicken on the run. Unfortunately, there are many more chickens than eagles. The point is, there are many eagles raised like chickens that live with their heads down, hissing from side to side, not realizing their potential because of fear, insecurity and ignorance. My job is to find them and position them facing the sun and against the wind on a spring morning. When they open their legs, I say their asses, and they feel the wind blow, their instincts come out and fly towards the sun, in an explosive climax. When I tell them about the beauties of freedom they simply doubt. I understand, because they do not know, and when they start their flight there is still insecurity, after all they live for years like chickens. They need to learn the full extent of their roasting, of their body. First they need to learn to look at themselves naked in the big mirror and use their vision to feel pleasure, they need to see their own beauty. They need to undress for life. Then they need to learn to touch themselves, play with their mouth, breasts, arms, legs, hands, feet, butt, buttocks and kitchen. Then they need to know their own tastes and smells, the taste of their pleasure and smell. They need fingers after pleasure. So we set off to explore all the holes and all the possible ways. They need to enjoy clicking with a vibrator and a vibrator on their wings and they need to be with no one else, and after cleaning their wings, they need to learn to play with their own hands, playing with their own mouth, playing with their own pussy. When they tell me their discoveries at the same time they show me their wind currents, their interests. Some feel a huge urge to be attacked, not to be subjugated or simply to be treated like princesses. Flying in a pre-mapped sky makes everything much easier. So I can devote myself more to sucking their breasts, their pussy or their cousin. Give them a full massage or simply order them to obey and do exactly what I want. Sometimes in this game you need to use stimuli, like instruments. Then the handcuffs, the chairs, the candles, the drinks, the cuffs, the taps, the violence. It's not about screaming or scaring, sometimes a whisper in the ear or a slap on the ass and it's resolved. It's safe to say that she almost likes a little bitch, and while you want to stick your fingers in her pussy, it's much more interesting to play with her pussy. So here's what happens: While the thalamus helps integrate information about touch and associated movement, the hypothalamus produces oxytocin, which can help coordinate the brain to release a surge of dopamine. It's no coincidence that having an orgasm stimulates the brain in the same way that using drugs or listening to your favorite music does. I love this compensation, we take out the substances of fear and replace them with the substances of pleasure. Using it all together, fear and sex makes the thing explode and joy hits the sun and radiates all its light. But that's for masters and eagles, chickens aren't invited to this party.